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[lovebykai]

Family

》 Omegaverse Collab

Word Count: 1.7K

Pairing: Sano Manjiro x Reader

Warning(s): Pregnancy. Parenthood. Emotional Reader.

Authors Note: I was gonna do smut but then I got soft again. Whoops. 😅

Mikey knows you.

He knows you so deeply that you may as well be a part of him-- he’s memorized the feel of your lips against his and the taste of your laughter. Your touch has always given him chills he’s never bothered to deny, even as rambunctious teenagers with nothing but time to kill. His mark has been embedded in your skin since you were sixteen, a fluke of his own making during his first rut. Despite the bumpy start, the two of you have been inseparable ever since.

So he knows when something changes in you.

There's an anxious energy clinging to you as you pace the empty spare bedroom, eyes narrowed on each wall as though they have offended you personally. You have a bucket of green paint sitting at your feet and furniture drug out from the walls, and he briefly considers why you’d decided today was the day you’d get around to sorting out this room. The consideration doesn't last long when your frustrated gaze pins on him in the doorway, lips pursed.

“I don’t like this color anymore.” He realizes that one wall is already sage green -- and knows immediately it’s too dark for your tastes -- and bites back a grin. Your scent is fluctuating in warning, sending every sense he has into overdrive. It doesn't quite fit your typical heat, but its definitely trying to tell him something.

“Maybe we can use it as an accent wall?” Mikey offers, watching you scowl at the offending color again, arms folding below your breasts. The button up you’re wearing is one of his old ones, and it’s stretching unusually across your breasts, exposing the wire of your bra just enough to catch his eye.

“You’re not even listening.” You blurt out, noticing his gaze, and he’s startled when you storm past him, huffing softly.

What the fuck?

* * *

Your nest is a mess. The pile of assorted soft things and clothing is usually organized and tidy, but for whatever reason you’ve torn it completely apart and he's not entirely sure what to do about it.

Apparently, you were no longer content with the way it was smelling, because you’ve been making piles to wash for the last twenty minutes while he tries to help you sort. Key word being tries, because you turn and snarl at him every time he grabs something.

“Love--” A throw pillow pegs him in the chest as you glare and Mikey once again wonders what the deal is. You’ve been almost inconsolable as you try and fail to organize the house to whatever exact specifications you have in mind, and he’s just about fed up with it.

His patience has thinned to disturbing degrees, but he’s trying to be understanding. Your heat should be coming up, after all. He’s decided that has to be the scent, despite the strange undertones to it. Maybe it’s just going to be a particularly potent one.

“Nothing is right!” You finally bark out, sniffling softly when he narrows his eyes on you. It startles him to hear you use that tone, but he doesn't push you.

After a long moment you seem to get ahold of yourself and return to sifting through the remains of your nest. Setting aside the pillow, he decides he's better off taking the things you don't want to wash. Mikey gets the good soap down from the cabinets -- the one you use specifically for your heat, since it wipes smells completely -- and dumps it into the machine with a sigh. 

Running long fingers through his hair, he steps back out to the hallway and finds you still grumbling to yourself, now having removed everything that didnt pass your examination. He decides you don’t need his help when you start throwing his pillows after a quick sniff.

* * *

“Dude, she’s pregnant.” Draken snickers, and Mikey almost chokes on his whiskey. 

“What?!” Baji is also chuckling as the blond laments your odd behavior. It’s not as if the thought hadn't crossed his mind, but didn't omegas usually want to drown in their alphas scent when they were pregnant? So why was his repulsing you? It was hurting his ego. He closes his eyes, taking a sip of his drink with a soft sigh.

“You think?” It’s Baji who responds to the soft groan.

“I’d be shocked if she wasn’t.” And Mikey doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do about that. Should he confront you? Did you even know? It was a lot to think about; he’s still stewing in his own thoughts when his friends clap him on the shoulder and leave a little later. Mikey is staring down at his sixth drink when you call, huffing about his absence. 

Resentment eats at him, despite his best efforts to quell it. What was the problem? Was… was the baby his? That thought shocks him so soundly that he nearly topples out of the seat in his rush to get up. He needs to go home-- needs the reassurance of your love and the connection the two of you share. Thankfully the bartender is quick with his payment and the cab he takes home doesn't try to talk to him.

Unfortunately, when he arrives home, you’re sulking on the couch, arms wrapped tightly around your knees while you glare at the door. Your chin is tucked into them, lower lip pushing out, and his presence doesn’t seem to soothe you at all. In fact, you’re still glaring when your gaze catches his, and his earlier thought seems so much bigger than it was meant to be. Did you still love him? You’d leave him if you didnt, right?

“Mikey…” Everything about you seems to soften and wilt suddenly, and the next thing he knows your bursting into tears as he scurries across the room to you.

“I don’t know whats wrong with me!” The wail seems overly dramatic as he bundles you up, pressing your face into the crook of his neck as a low purr builds in his chest. You cling to him, sobbing into the skin where your mate mark rests. You're nuzzling against him like you can't take the fact you're two separate bodies, fingers digging into his sweater desperately.

"I'm s-so-- sorry!" The hiccup bursts forth as he shushes you gently, letting you get your fill of him while he weighs the likelihood of you carrying his kid again.

Mikey decides he'll coax you into the pregnancy test when you can breath without gasping.

* * *

Your nails are sharp.

They're digging into his thigh as the two of you wait on the test. It had taken his most gentle prodding to convince you it was needed. Mostly he thinks you're in denial, because you'd laughed it off so quickly, but after some soft purring you caved.

"It's gonna be negative." The declaration tugs at his heart strings. The two of you are young; sure you'd agreed to wanting children but it had seemed like a distant thing. Something for your future selves to fret about. Glancing down at your phone, your lower lip catches between your teeth briefly.

"Is that what you want?" Mikey has tried to be as neutral as possible, resting a hand over yours and stroking your knuckles. But he can't deny the excitement, too. The want. His family was snatched away from him and he'd spent years trying to build another-- he wants this with you so badly it's almost nauseating.

"I don't know." You're crying again and he regrets asking, squeezing your hand as you shift around on the toilet seat. The edge of the tub is uncomfortable but you'd looked downright upset when he tried sitting on the floor. Of course you don’t know. You pick up the pregnancy test like it’s a venomous snake, pulling it to you with a soft frown and a furrow between your brows. 

It’s positive-- he knows it is.

Your face morphs between joy to horror to amusement and round and round for a solid minute before you look at him with wide eyes. Mikey can’t resist the pull to beam at you when you hold it up and show him; falling into his arms, you laugh softly as you kiss him.

* * *

Mikey loves his children.

The twins are little balls of energy, rolling and army crawling around the living room floor at the tender age of five months old. You’re huffing and puffing as you “rotate their toys”, sifting through the little basket. He’s not clear on why you’re doing so, but he does know that he’s a little worried about the fact that his son is obsessed with that specific little monkey and wonders if he’s going to miss it.

“Should we do a tiger or a lion?” You’re holding up the stuffies with narrowed eyes, and for some reason he’s getting the impression that there is a wrong answer to this question. Mikey tries to recall if you’d given either of them to them before, drawing a blank.

Thankfully, his daughter interrupts what -- in his entirely professional opinion -- was a dangerous situation and reaches for the lion. Her babbling is loud enough that it forces your gaze from him, a soft coo passing your lips as you hand it over.

There's a tug on his pants leg that shifts his attention as well, and Mikey hefts his son up into his arms. Yeah, he loves his kids. This lifestyle was one he had been chasing for so long that he has no idea what to do with it now that he has it.

“You want the lion, huh?” You’re teasing, leaned down to talk to your little bundle of joy; when you look up at him again, the laughter in your eyes is like a warm blanket.

Purring softly, he puts his son to sleep when the baby drops his little chin on Mikeys shoulder, and the blond makes a point to scent the baby boy clinging to him. They always sleep better when they’re in the nest, but drowning in their parents scent was a solid second choice.

“I’m glad it wasn't negative.” The admittance comes as the two of you put them down in their cribs, whispered almost like a confession.

“I am too, love.” A kiss is pressed to the top of your head when the door to the kids bedroom clicks shut behind you two.

Tagging: @katsupeach , @keizos

[lovebykai]

Commissioned By @fic-dumpster

Type: Full Length [ 2K to 4K ]

Word Count: 2.2K

Pairing: Imaushi Wakasa x Single Mom!Reader

Warning(s): NSFW. Breeding Kink.

Authors Note: I made the format cute and different because I failed at the Kokonoi assignment. 🙏🏻 Forgive me. This is all fluff because... I just needed some self indulgent fluff and you gave me so much wiggle room. 😂💕 MDNI.

Imaushi thinks you're funny.

At least that's what Shinichiro used to tell you before he passed. Without the eldest Sano your friend group seemed to splinter and crack; a few days or not answering the group chat became a few months and then was only the occasional "Happy Holidays!" each year. It's something that bothers you every time you think about it because you miss the way things were between the five of you.

But especially you and Imaushi.

Life went on, though. You grew up, got married, had a kid— then divorced and moved back home. Boy, was that something.

"Senju?" You smirked at the girl you could remember seeing in diapers, bouncing your own little one on your hip. She was beaming; having stumbled across one another at the mall of all things seemed a little to convenient to be a coincidence.

"Y/N!" The young boy trailing behind her was giving you a wide-eyed stare that was a bit uncomfortable, but you decided to just ignore it for the time being.

"Look at you! How's life been treating you?" You weren't completely ignorant to the way things worked around here now, but it was still funny to you that Brahman was run by a kid you could remember being afraid of centipedes.

"It's been great!" And you believe her, because Takeomi had helped you secure your apartment and rambled about how successful things had been for them as you put together your bedframe.

It's good to see her; when you wave her off later and her little friend — Takemichi, you think — is still staring like you're some kind of apparition you give him a smile that has a little too much bite.

♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡

"Wakumi." The toddler is giving you a very decisive side eye, holding her popsicle with all the care an almost two year old can manage.

"You can't—" She promptly sticks it in her mouth, completely uncaring about fact she'd just dropped it on the dirty ground. It makes your teeth ache; you swipe a hand down your face and pray for patience.

"Right. Okay." Wakumi giggles as you rise from your crouched position and take her hand to tug her along. Usually you would carry her because she's not quite quick enough to keep up, but today she had thrown a fit to walk; you'd swallowed down your frustration and agreed to simply move at a snails pace with her.

"Mama—!" She's pointing with her other hand, popsicle balanced between her teeth so she can garble around it. The rest of her sentence goes over your head between the nonsensical sounds and her frozen treat, but you follow her little finger and catch yourself grinning.

"His hair is pretty, huh?" Of course she spotted Imaushi. The man's hair is colored brightly enough that her little eyes are wide; she's completely hypnotized. It's unsurprising— you are too, after all, just for different reasons.

Arashi spots you first, nudging his friend as the two of you approach. You don't acknowledge the way his violet eyes still give you goosebumps. Wakumi hasn't stopped staring and it makes you bite back giggles when both men take note of her.

"Go on, 'Umi."

"Pretty hair!" Is what she manages to blurt out and Arashi barks out a laugh with you when Imaushi squats across from her with a lazy smile.

"Thank you, little princess."

At that exact moment, your brain short circuits.

Oh. Oh man. Your daughter lights up and you feel your own cheeks heating as she shyly tries to tuck herself behind your leg. Typically you would try to correct her misuse of a "thank you" but your brain was too busy trying to reboot. Now you're staring; when he glances up and notices, the grin he'd been wearing only grows.

"Hey, Y/N." You let out a hum that makes Arashi snort and abruptly you're assaulted by the reminder that your entire friend group knew about your giant crush on Imaushi Wakasa. Even the man himself.

A crush you'd thought you'd outgrown over the years, but when faced with his familiar features you realize you had definitely not.

"Hey, guys, what's up?" Wakumi is clinging to your leg as she sucks on her popsicle, intelligent eyes flickering between you and the two men curiously.

"Just running some errands for Takeomi." It's pointedly vague and you nod a bit, reaching down to untangle your daughter's fingers from your dress and hold her hand.

"You should come by sometime. We can catch up." When they nod, Wakumi once again starts babbling; her tiny hand gesturing at the window of one of the stores. Occasionally she says something that makes sense, and it makes you grin proudly, turning to give her your full attention as Arashi answers a call.

Imaushi laughs.

♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡

"Fuck, Y/N." You mewl softly as Imaushi kneads the flesh of your thighs, leaning in to kiss you softly while you squirm on his lap.

Wakumi is asleep.

Tucked away nice and safe in her bed as the bottle of wine finally slipped passed your defenses. The rest of your friends had all headed out an hour earlier and you'd been a bit too excited about the man underneath you staying.

The movie you'd put on was long forgotten when he started tracing patterns along your arms; it didn't take you long to cave and scramble into his embrace. His lashes are pretty against his cheeks as you pull away from the kiss, hands cupping his face.

"Careful, or I'll be giving you another baby." It's a joke— except your thighs flex under his palms in a pitiful attempt to snap together and his lazy eyes sharpen on yours.

"Oh? Like that idea, hm?" He's rasping it against your mouth, shifting to grind his erection into your slick core. There are too many clothes between you, you decide, hands instinctively running down him in the hopes of removing a few layers—

"Mama!" Imaushi chuckles at the soft whimper you let out, gently nudging you into motion when your lips form a pout.

"Go on, I'll wait." Your heart flutters as you wriggle off his lap and stumble to your daughters room; you decide right then you must be in love.

♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡

"I'm glad you're okay." Because even though now you're all grown up and toting a toddler around, you remember being in a gang. The dangers only get worse and worse the older you get; the fact all your childhood friends are still alive and kicking is a testament to their badassery.

"Just a few bumps and bruises." Comes down the line as you pinch the phone between your ear and shoulder, stirring the pot in front of you as Wakumi squeals to be picked up.

"Baby— ah, shit— shoot!" You correct quickly when her socks send her to the floor, letting out a small sigh when she screeches in response. Hefting her up into your arms, you put the burner on low and carry her to the living room.

"Catastrophe happen?" Imaushi is amused, and you roll your eyes over her head when Wakumis dramatics stall in an attempt to listen in.

"Her socks teamed up with the tile floor to beat her up." She's crying again and you put him on speaker, setting the phone on the arm of the couch so you can wrap her up in your arms.

"Oh no, little princess!" You bite back a snicker when she perks up, dramatic sobs quieting to small whimpers so that she can hear him clearly.

"Did those mean ol' socks hurt your feelings?" She garbled out a "yes!" enthusiastically that you're not even sure he understood— but he carries on anyway and you try to wipe the grin off your face.

"Do I need to beat them up?"

"Yes!" Then she's wriggling around to head for the phone, grinning when she snatches it off off couch to yell down at it. Imaushis laughter echoes around your living room and you smile. It's... nice. Comforting.

"Alright, tell your mama to open the door, then." Now you're scrambling, eyes wide when there's a teasing knock at the door.

Wakumi squeals when you yank it open, shoving by you to latch onto Imaushis leg with eager laughter.

♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡

"She loves you." Your murmuring to him as the two of you watch Wakumi toddle around her bedroom. She's setting up the tea party that she'd forced Imaushi to agree to through a series of well placed tears and giggles.

"I love her too." It felt like he was saying more than that when his eyes flickered up to meet yours, a small grin tilting the corners of his lips around the sucker that had taken residence in his mouth.

"... her dad hasn't called since we got here. I think she's, uh, projecting a bit." His smile fades, eyes moving across your features before returning to Wakumi.

"He's a peice of shit." The drawl seems unbothered, but you knew better when his normally droopy eyes focused in on her once more. She's putting on a crown — it's lopsided, but when you offer to help she gives you the stink eye — and then turns smugly to Imaushi.

"Princess." The word makes his eyes widen briefly before he chuckles and lurches forward, lifting her into the air as she squeals. He presses a kiss to her temple before she insists on being put back down and hustles him to the little table where shes set up her plastic tea set.

♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡

"Daddy!" You and Imaushi freeze, turning to the distraught child who has loudly declared that he is her dad. She's sprinting as fast as her little legs will carry her, stumbling enough you catch yourself half jumping up to aid her before sitting back on the bench.

Nevermind the fact her actual dad has finally graced the two of you by agreeing to meet up at the local park, almost a year after you left him. He's just watching this scene unfold with narrowed eyes. He's visibly angry, red crawling up his neck and face, when she limps her way into Imaushis arms, tears trailing down chubby cheeks.

"Oh no!" Wakumi howls, sobbing.

It takes a second to calm her down enough to realize shes not hurt— she's just upset that her stocking ripped, and you're still scrambling for a way to explain that Imaushi isn't her dad when your ex storms over.

"Seriously, Y/N?" Wakumi is still settled on her pseudo-father figures lap when he addresses you, and you're preparing for the impending argument—

"Shut up and move on. If she's forgotten you, it's your own fault for never showing interest. You don't get to come and go as you like and expect there not to be consequences." It's really not his place to intervene, but you don't say anything.

Because when you turn and watch him brush his fingers through her little curls, narrowed eyes softening when he looks down at her, you realize that maybe it should be. Your ex opens and closes his mouth a few times before Wakumi remembers that he's supposed to be playing with her and turns to garner his attention again.

It's the last time the two of you see him.

♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡

"Wakasa—" His hand covers your mouth, a smirk curling his lips as your legs tighten around his waist. Shushing you sweetly, he basks in the way you whimper and writhe under his attention.

"Wanna— fuck— give you another baby. Make me a daddy again—" He groans when your pussy flutters around him; the delicious drag against your walls has you teary eyed. The whispers go on, dropped directly into your ear as he pistons into your core.

Your panting behind his palm, trying your damnedest to stay quiet. Wakumi is in her room down the hall but she's ended up in your bed the past few nights; it feels like a race against the clock as your orgasm teases your senses.

"C'mon, angel, cum for me. One more time. Let me feel you." Imaushis crooning finally throws you over the edge, and you choke back a sob as he follows after you. He droops over you, being careful not to crush you, and the two of you take a moment to just... be.

For two seconds, anyway.

"Mama? Daddy?" Imaushi chuckles when your daughter knocks at the door; rolling off of you to tug his sweats on and you scramble for your own pajamas just before he opens the door.

It's only been a few weeks since he moved in; almost two years since the two of them met, but—

He lifts her into his arms while she rubs her little eyes, letting her droop against his shoulder as you pull the covers back for them to join you. Imaushi leans back, letting her starfish across his torso and tugging the blankets up around the two of them. You lean over to kiss the back of her head, then him, before settling down with a smile.

Imaushi is a good daddy; you wonder when you should tell him he's got another one on the way.

[lovebykai]

Forgotten

》 Comissioned by @aasouthteranoswife

Type: Full Length [ 2K to 4K ]

Word Count: 2.1K

Pairing: South x Reader

Warning(s): NSFW. Lite Brat!Reader & Ensuing Chaos. Size Kink.

Authors Note: I am not a brat and have never been a brat a day in my life— but I tried. 🙏🏻

You know better— but worse than that, South knows that you know better.

You're lips are pursed, arms folded across your chest as you march through the store. It's stupid, and you know that too. Not getting to go out with your husband tonight wasn't cause for this level of upset but the longer your grocery trip went on, the more sour your mood became. Why couldn't you go? You're glaring at passerbys, ignoring Souths warning looks and huffs of annoyance.

The check out is eerily silent, and if you'd been in a better mood you might have felt bad for the teenager who was scanning your items. South was intimidating anyway because of his size, but combined with the stoic expression on his normally vibrant face, you knew she was probably nauseated. You would have been at her age.

"Sweetheart." There's a warning in his tone you don't heed, throwing groceries into the trunk of the car with narrowed eyes. The anger is all you can focus on. He clicks his tongue and you're vaguely aware you're on your last legs here but then you're buckled in and driving and his hands on your thigh—

"You need to stop."

"Leave me alone." You don't mean it and he knows that, because his fingers flex in a quick little rhythm. They're dancing almost like he's playing the piano and normally it would soothe you. 

Today it does not.

"Stop touching me." He does, promptly, and for some reason that just makes you more upset. Glaring between your thigh and his hand, you lose all sense. The car pulls into your driveway and you're out before he's even put it in park, grabbing arm fulls of bags and hauling them inside without his help.

They're tossed haphazardly onto the ground and you begin to pace. He gives you a minute, watching with folded arms, but you can't seem to get yourself under control. It's not until you turn on your heel, glaring daggers, and grab the nearest bag that he even looks concerned.

You suppose you're lucky you grabbed the bread to throw because if it had been something harder, he might have lost his mind. It thumps against his chest, falling to the ground with an ominous crackle of plastic bag. Souths expression never changes, just staring at you as you process the fact your attack did nothing at all.

"Are you done?" Tension shoots down your spine, and you shift on your feet uncomfortably.

The frustration is still there, but it's muted under the weight of his cocked eyebrow. He looks so unimpressed it has you fighting the urge to stomp your foot. He sees it all over your face too, and you're biting back the urge to tell him to shut the fuck up. His lip quirks up the longer you glare, jaw clenched— but as he steps across the pile of groceries, you're bolting.

"Come here. Making me chase you is only gonna make this worse on yourself." You believe him but it's the principle of the situation.

"Fuck you." The words are an impulsive decision you regret immediately when he backs you into a corner. Your back is literally against the wall as you debate making a leap over the couch— but ultimately decide that sounds too dramatic. After all, you're not in qe good of shape as you used to be and the last thing you need is to throw your back out over him telling you no. South would never let you live it down.

His big hand squeezes your cheeks, forcing your mouth into a pout as he breathes out slowly. You know he's praying for patience and you don't even blame him. You're wishing you had some of your own because when you reach up to push at his wrist he actually laughs and it grates on your nerves so bad tears start to sting your eyes.

"Stop being such a brat." Souths grip is immovable and you hate him for that. No amount of pushing or twisting or clawing makes it loosen from your now aching cheeks. 

He just waits.

Your rage is simmering into bitter disappointment, eating away at your resolve like acid. It's not fair! You two never get to do anything anymore ever since he started shit with those other gangs and now—

"Aht." He shakes your head a bit as tears finally begin sticking to your rapidly blinking lashes.

"None of that, beautiful. Tell me what's wrong." The way his voice dips into an almost mocking coo just makes it worse. You're embarrassed and frustrated and upset and all he's doing is smirking down at you. That fact reignites your anger and just as you open your mouth to bite at him he tsks, seeing that you're going to keep being unreasonable.

"Fine." He steps back, eyes narrowing; you think he's about to just walk away and for some reason thats making you hiccup back your sniffles. It's not until you reach up to swipe at your eyes that he moves— snatching you up into his arms and hoisting you over his shoulder. On instinct your legs kick a few times before he locks them to his body and totes you towards your bedroom.

"You don't wanna talk about it?" South tosses you onto the bed and you can't help but gape at him, indignant. "You don't have to. I've got better uses for your mouth anyway."

A squeak leaves your lips when he reaches for his jeans, working the zipper down as you weigh your options here. There really aren't any unless you're planning to safeword, but sometimes you like to pretend. The second his cock is in front of you, half hard and leaking, you feel heat gathering in your tummy.

"Open." But that doesn't make you obedient. His sneer gives you goosebumps and you forget for a second you're supposed to be fighting with him when he hooks his thumb into your mouth and tugs your chin down. 

The head of his cock lands on your tongue, tangy as it presses into your mouth. He's being surprisingly gentle — most likely recalling the time you actually bit him for something like this, honestly — and that's what has your tongue lulling out so he can work himself into your throat. South is really too big for this; you're going to need so many lozenges afterwards, but his soft groan makes you shuffle closer.

"There's my angel." He caresses your cheek and your lashes flutter.

"Just relax for me." And you do, letting him fuck your throat in slow, easy movements. It's relaxing, in a weird sort of way. Watching his face twist in pleasure as he uses you; the heat in his gaze when his eyes meet yours— it's all so intoxicating. He knows it too, licking his lips when you let out a soft moan, fingers curling against his denim clad legs.

"You're being so good." The words have you squirming, thighs pressing together as you try to generate some fiction. Your jaw is already burning, but you know complaining will get you nowhere. Well, nowhere but over his knee if you push too much harder.

He's a little salty and you move your tongue along the underside of him eagerly. It earns you a soft huff of laughter; a pat to your cheek when he pushes himself deep enough you gag. The little hum in his throat when you swallow around him is what finally makes you melt. He wraps a large hand around your throat, groaning at the feel of him sinking into it so deeply.

It's almost a shame when he pulls out.

"Get on your back and spread your legs." All the fight has drained out of you; leaving you scrambling to obey. The click of his tongue when you grip behind your knees and tug them back has you clenching around nothing; his soft snickers of amusement make your toes curl.

"Look at this pretty pussy." South gathers your slick on his fingers, dragging it up to massage your clit.

"Where's all that fire? All your pissy attitude?" Two digits sink into you without warning and you squeal, nearly losing your grip at the sudden intrusion.

You moan softly when he thumbs your clit, fingers curling and scissoring. It's with such calculated precision that you're almost upset when the coil in your belly tightens threateningly. You are upset when he recognizes the signs of your impending orgasm, slipping from you with a smirk. It makes you whimper, the tears your fought back earlier remaking an appearance on your lash line.

"What did I say about those?" When they leak down your temple, he tuts quietly.

"Angel, dry those up." The argument is building in your chest; heat flooding your veins. You bite down on your lower lip to contain it, but then he's flashing that stupid smug smile down at you and it bursts forward.

"It's your fault! You can't ever just—" A gasp passes your lips when he drops down on top of you, legs drooping around his hips; the head of his cock is teasing your entrance.

"Just what?" The growl gives you goosebumps. Your foreheads are nearly touching�� his gaze is fixated on yours.

"Fuck me." It's a pathetic squeak as you're starkly reminded of just how big he is.

It does it's job, though. He pushes into you as carefully as ever, but the stretch makes you whine anyway. It always does. South is gripping your hips, holding you to the mattress as you try and fight the urge to squirm away.

"Taking me so good." It's a soft sigh when he pulls back an inch or two before rocking in again, working himself deep enough you're sure you can see the head of his cock in your stomach. You can't, but your eyes are crossing as the walls of your pussy suck and spasm around him. He just chuckles as you come undone, seating himself inside you.

"All better?" You nod as he eases out of you before pushing back in, earning a soft moan. And it really is all better— the way he's thrusting into you has your toes curling and eyes rolling. It eases your earlier distress to feel him moving inside of you, being with you. Thick fingers find your throbbing clit, massaging it gently as you whimper and whine for him.

"You just needed me, huh?" South murmurs and you choke on a sob as he shifts the angle, leaning back so that his dick is dragging against your g-spot. It's too much, and you're scrambling— clawing at his forearm as he works your clit faster, unsure if you're wanting him to stop or push you over the edge again.

In the end it isn't up to you anyway, because the second he realizes you're about to lose your mind he ups the ante, drilling into you with enough force the headboard bounces. Polite as ever, he grips it to muffle the sound and you whimper at the sight of him.

"S'too much!" You manage to slur out as he chuckles down at you, eyes rolling down your trembling form. It's like a physical touch and you can't help but arch into it, putting yourself on display as best you can with both of you half dressed.

This realization must displease South because he lets out a grunt that you recognize as irritated. Obediently, you push your shirt up for him, biting the hem and wiggling your bra down. It gives him the space he needs to latch onto one of your budding nipples, eliciting another squeal of pleasure from you.

His teeth drag against the sensitive skin and you snap, sobbing softly as he loses himself completely in you. Soft praise is mumbled into your skin — half real and half mocking and sometimes just the right mixture to make you see stars — between love bites.

You're convinced this is it. The time he's finally going to break your body under his giant one; the pleasure of him moving inside of you beginning to bleed into pain as he sucks bruises into the skin of your chest.

But just before it's too much to handle, he pushes in so deeply you can't fucking breathe and stuffs you full. The warmth soothes the ache on your body in the best sort of way; the two of you just still together. His grip on the headboard eases in favor of bracing his forearm beside your head— caressing your hair softly.

"I love you." Is breathed out, lips brushing yours as you reach for him, untangling his hair from the bun he keeps it in.

"I love you, too." You mumble, boneless and euphoric. There's a niggling sensation in the back of your mind that's saying you've forgotten something, but as your husband eases from between your legs in favor of cuddling up to you, you decide it must not have been that important.

[lovebykai]

Possessive

》 Comissioned

Type: Short [ 1K to 2K ]

Word Count: 1.2K

Pairing: Ran x Reader x Rindou

Warning(s): Mutual Yandere Vibes. Toxic Relationships. Infidelity But Not Really.

Authors Note: I decided not to add this to the Pretty Girl universe strictly because the prompt didn't work with the characterization I used for it. 🙏🏻 But it is very similar so I hope it scratches the itch for you! Also there was... a lot you wanted to fit in this and I tried to hit all the points but if I missed the mark please forgive me.

As an aside, yes, I will take commissions to add to any series I write as long as the prompt works with the characterization I'm using!

The hickeys were what did it.

Ran could feel himself sinking deeper and deeper into the rage, fingers dancing on his thigh the longer he stared. You were pointedly not acknowledging him after he chased -- you somehow managed to prevent any maiming or murder, to his annoyance -- the interloper from the apartment you three shared.

Seeing you marked by someone other than him or his brother was making him insane.

Your complete nonchalance about it all wasn't helping either. In fact, you seemed to be deliberately tilting your head to draw attention to your neck. Was this how you felt when you caught him or Rindou with someone else? No wonder you always lost your shit.

"What the fuck is that?" It's Rindou who snaps, fists balled up by his sides. His gaze is so focused that Ran is pretty sure he can see your pulse jump from across the room. His little brother never loses his 'temper with you, so it must be a shock to your system.

A shock that has you shifting a glare on him that would melt steel.

"Hickeys, Rin, why?" There's an innocent lilt to your voice that would amuse them at any other time, but considering the circumstances Ran thinks it's best not to acknowledge that.

"From who?" You actually smirk and he swears he can feel the temperature of the room drop.

"Does it matter? It's not like it's anything you haven't done." Rindou rolls his neck, clearly trying to come up with a way to keep his temper. Rans own irritation seems to have leveled out as his brothers spikes, watching you with his standard lazy smile.

"... stupid." Your head cocks to one side at the younger mans mumble, expression going slack for a moment.

"Excuse me?" Ran can't help but sniff derisively and your attention shifts with a small sneer beginning to form.

"You know what? I don't need this." You finally bite out when the silence drags on, tipping the scales. Rindou sneers, gaze narrowing on you like he can't believe you had the audacity to actually snap back at them.

Ran cant even blame him; he's shocked, too. You'd become so numb to their extracurricular activities that he guessed it'd just become expectation for you to put up with them. The fact you were not only lashing out like you had in the early years, but managing to hit them where it hurt was almost impressive.

"Well, we don't need you." Its a mistake the moment it passes his lips. A jab that hits a little too hard; he can see it from the way your eyes widen a fraction-- the sudden glimmer in the corners.

"Fuck you, Ran." You slam the door on the way out and Rindou turns that icy look on him before heading towards his bedroom.

♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡

A week.

You're gone for a week and Rindou is sick. Beyond sick, even. Swiping a hand down his face, he lets out a long sigh. This wasnt what he wanted at all; they've been scouring all of Tokyo searching. You couldn't have just vanished.

... could you?

No, no you wouldnt have left like this.

So when one of his lackeys finally calls to tell him where you are, he's out the door and on his way before the address is even finished being read off to him.

A quick text to Ran where to meet the two of you; he's not even a little bit surprised when he pulls up to the little diner you always forced him to pick up on his way home. Of course somewhere like this is where they'd finally find you.

You see him the moment he enters the room, lips pursing in a way that lets him know you've already forgiven him despite the glare. You're just like that; the idea you'd lasted this long without contacting them was such an anomaly it was almost laughable.

"Bunny--" You side step him, heading for the exit with a plastic bag in your hand and promptly get cornered by Ran on the sidewalk.

"My little lamb." The croon makes you falter for a moment, eyes darting between the two of them. You've always been weak for them and that's part of your appeal-- part of why they keep you.

"Move, Ran." When his older brother shakes his head, you try to go around them once more only for Rindou to grip your forearm. It makes you snarl, turning to bare your teeth and bite out a scathing remark, but then Ran is in grabbing distance, too.

Taking the hint, his brother grabs your other arm and snatches the food before they haul you towards the car. Your legs swing out wildly as you try to flail away, letting out a series of curses that are tinged with hints of laughter.

Not that you'd ever admit it. That would mean admitting you were just being a brat for brattings sake, and that the anger had already drained out of you days ago. Your screeching and kicking does nothing; he makes sure to lock the doors and give any curious bystanders a glare that could kill before getting into the front seat and pulling away from the curb.

♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡

"I'm sorry." Ran was surprised to hear it pass Rindous lips as he cupped your face in his hands, thumbs running softly along the apples of your cheeks.

You'd calmed down on the ride home, settling for glaring intently at Ran with folded arms the entire time. Now, you were just tired. It was written on every line if your face.

"I know." You sigh after a long moment, slumping in defeat as your eyes flutter closed.

Of course you know. This situation was washed, rinsed, and repeated throughout your relationship. It was the same old song and dance that you three had been doing since you were teenagers, only in reverse this time.

"Baby..." You shake your head, leaning forward to press a swift kiss to Rindous lips before turning your gaze onto Ran.

He didn't want to apologize.

Admitting that he'd done something wrong didn't sit well with him; you were theirs and you'd let someone else put their mark on you. As if it didn't matter. As if they didnt matter.

"I love you." Was what he said instead and your eyes softened in that old familiar way, stepping forward into his opened arms. The two of you just stay like that for a long moment, arms locked possessively around one another.

"... I broke his legs."

"What?" The whisper makes both boys tense, minds already running through what they need to do to clean this up. Who did they need to bribe? What threats had to be made?

"I told him no marks!"

Rindou bursts into a fit of laughter before his arms wrap around the two of you with enough enthusiasm it nearly sends you all toppling over. Ran presses a kiss to your head and then shares a smirk with his brother. You were still here. Still theirs.

Were they going to forgive your little fling for their transgressions, though?

Fuck no.

He was sure you thought broken legs was enough of a punishment, but... well, you'd told the little shit no marks and he'd deliberately marked you anyway? Mm. No. They wouldn't have let it stand that his dick had been anywhere near you to begin with; the fact he'd put his dick in you and ignored the limits you set was unforgivable.

It was just a matter of finessing some information from you about where to find him.

And now they had all the time in the world to figure it out.

[lovebykai]

[ 3:00 AM ]

Mikey loves his kids. He does. Truly. But dear God he did not realize they would cry this much.

"Shh, baby, shh." He's crooning, bouncing his daughter as he paces the living room.

It's the furthest he can get from his son, who he finally got to sleep twenty minutes ago. Her banshee shrieks are giving him a migraine, but he can tell from her fluttering eyes that she'll surrender soon.

"That's my girl." Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he lets out a soft sigh as her cries soften to whimpers.

"You're just tired, angel. I promise you'll feel better in the morning." Nevermind it was already morning. Her last feeding went as well as could be expected for a two week old and you were pooped. Their little whimpers hadn't even woke you, so he thought he'd take over tonight.

"Get some sleep, yeah?" He flops back onto the couch, patting her back until she goes limp, starfished across his torso.

You find them like that in the morning light, snoozing comfortably as you tote your son into the kitchen for his first feeding of the day.

Taglist: @sanophiliac , @chifuyuck

[lovebykai]

I Think I'm In Love

》 Bad Intentions - Part 4

Word Count: 1K

Pairing(s): Omega!Chifuyu x Beta!Reader, Omega!Kazutora x Beta!Reader, & Alpha!Baji x Beta!Reader.

Warning(s): Mentions of Horny Behavior. Angst? Fluff.

Authors Note: I'm so ready to get back to this I love my omegaverse series.

Baji holds you for hours.

He's smart enough not to take you home right away, instead dragging you to his house and letting you burrow into his bed. Drowning in his scent calmed you down enough to be somewhat reasonable as he presses soft kisses to the top of your head. Your face is pressed into his collarbone, panting softly into the silence of his room.

"Hurts."

"I know."

Baji sighs softly into your hair as you whimper, squirming around for a beat before relaxing again. It was cruel of Kazutora to do this to you. He'd been upset about your distance, too, but this— this was something he'd never expected his friend to do.

Obviously, you hadn't either. What reasonable person would? It makes him wish he’d kept the other boy on a tighter leash, and thats a rare feeling these days.

His gaze flickers down to the mark embedded in your skin with a mixture of longing and regret. If he'd been there, this wouldn't have happened. Fuck, if he'd been a better alpha none of this would have happened. Maybe you’d have softened after a few more months; Chifuyu had been working on you religiously. He knew if he’d just had a little more time that you would have eventually welcomed them back.

The idea that Kazutora had completely fucked things up again has his eyes closing to block out the sting in them.

"Keisuke." His name leaving your lips gives him goosebumps and he lets out a soft hum of acknowledgement. It comes out a little rough but you don't seem to mind, pressing closer to him.

"... don't leave me again." The words seem to ask so much more of him. He knows it’s just the hormones– knows you’ll change your mind. Of course you will. All he’s good for right now is offering you a comforting presence that you’re biologically designed to crave.

"I'm not going anywhere, baby." You finally got lax in his hold, breathing him in with an intensity that rivaled Kazutoras earlier. It's endearing despite the circumstances, and he prays you don't go back to hating him when you come out of the high.

* * *

Kazutora is sick.

His skin is burning and his dick is aching and he's never hated his biology more. It doesn't help that Chifuyu is laughing at him. The younger boy snickers with every whimper the other omega let's out, smug that karma had finally come for him.

"Help— 'fuyu, please—"

"Fuck no, you crazy bastard." It's unfortunate that omega whines don't work on other omegas, because Kazutora let's out one so needy that Baji would have hit his knees. Hell, you'd have flinched, at least.

But Chifuyu? Chifuyu just gives him a grin that gives the older boy chills.

"Remember this, Kazutora. Remember how much this hurts— how alone you feel. Because the next time you get our pack into some shit that risks us losing our beta, I'll make sure this is all you fucking know."

* * *

The mark doesn't fade, but the hormones do. 

It takes a day before you're ready to be parted from your alpha— but even then Baji finds himself reluctant to let go. You're pulling back, looking anywhere but directly at him, and he can't say he blames you for your hesitancy. Things have been weird between the two of you even before this... mishap.

"You sure you're okay?" You nod absently, fingers fluttering over the mark on your neck again. It's a thin line of silver against your skin, now; a little pink around the edges but otherwise almost healed.

It's the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

"Yeah." He can tell you don't mean to be short with him, offering a small smile to ease the snippy tone before starting over with a sigh and visibly wilting.

"Yeah, I'm okay. My parents are probably worried sick." Baji gets that.

His mother had spent the better part of her afternoon and the following morning fretting over the little beta he'd had locked up in his room. Mate marks were usually bestowed on one's pack in their early twenties, after the confirmation that they really were going to stay together. Kazutora had skipped that step— chaining their little beta to his side without concern for how she felt about it.

The larger part of Baji was grateful – and then feeling guilty for that – but he tries to squash it under the anxiety. Will you leave again? Go back to ignoring him and belittling them? He wouldn’t blame you. If it had been him, he would probably start going to those AO Centers to handle his ruts just to be a dick. Dodging your pack isn't impossible these days; as long as all parties are still breathing you don't have to interact directly with anyone unless you want to.

You could disappear and there would be nothing they could do about it.

Baji stiffens when your hand grasps his loosely, but it brings his focus back to you. You look anxious, and it takes another second before he realizes you're not sure either; this whole situation is just as awkward for you as it is him. He laces his fingers with yours, squeezing and you relax.

"Let's go grab breakfast." You grin, head ducking in an attempt to hide it as he tugs you towards his bike and he realizes that just because your relationship isn't perfect doesn't mean it's not salvageable.

* * *

Chifuyu is happy for the first time in months. Watching you smile at Baji again was something he didn't even realize he needed until he stumbled upon the pair of you getting lunch together three weeks after Kazutoras most recent fuck up.

You're laughing, and he fights the urge to join you two.

He could — he's your omega first, and always has been — but you need this. Whether you know it or not, you desperately need to bond with your alpha more deeply than simply recognizing that he's part of your pack. If your version of that is sneaking off to get lunch when nobody's looking, then he's happy for you.

"Wanna go grab something else?" Kazutora asks, apparently thinking the same thing, and Chifuyu nods without hesitation. He's trying to do his own bonding, after all. Being the bigger person has never been his strong suit, but you'll never forgive Kazutora at this rate. If he can't accept the other omega, you never will; the pack will never be whole.

So when the older boy grins and latches onto his arm, he lets himself be dragged off with nothing more than a roll of his eyes.

《 Part 3 《

》 Part 5 》

》 Taglist: @armycandy10, @divine-dogs-cafe, @emperorwriter,

[lovebykai]

Satisfied

Pairing: Alpha!Oikawa x Omega!Reader

Warning(s): Suggestive. Angst.

Omegaverse.

Authors Note: Reposted.

Courting an alpha like Oikawa was stupid. He was popular, so every omega in the vicinity had the exact same idea; he was so focused on his volleyball career it was almost like he didn't even see when someone was legitimately interested in him. It had been that way since the two of you were kids.

And yet.

You pressed your face deeper into his jacket, ignoring the sympathetic look Iwaizumi gave you from the court as the rotten scent of jealousy flooded the air. Oikawa didn't even realize -- or maybe he did and just didn't care -- how much drama his existence in your life stirred up around you. It didn't matter, though.

You'd put up with just about anything as long as he'd stay.

* * *

You’d been friends since you were kids. Maybe that was why he never saw you the way you saw him. After all, he’d been around since the two of you were in diapers; by the time Iwaizumi was added to the mix, the two of you were hitting that weird age when girls were gross and guys were bullies and, honestly, it was shocking the friendship held up at all.

Because Oikawa was mean.

You’d seen the dead-eyed looks he gave to the girls who pushed just a little too hard; heard the snarky comments he’d learned to keep to himself over the years. He’d left a trail of heartbreak and longing through your childhood, so it was almost a relief when he managed to pull on that obnoxious mask of his. Even if it did mean that the tactics for getting close to him had taken on another form.

“Hey, Y/N!” You paused, turning to the grinning girl from -- your math class, you believed -- and tried not to look as confused as you felt. The two of you had been in the same classes since your first year of middle school, and she’d never shown an ounce of interest in talking to you before.

“Wanna walk home together?” Oh, right. You guys were neighbors. Hesitantly, you nodded, and it was the start of a beautiful friendship. One of the few that you’d managed outside of Iwaizumi and Oikawa, and that was its own form of comfort.

For a while, anyway.

Slowly, the friendship began to wilt as her fixation with your childhood friend became clear; by the time the two of them started dating, you’d realized -- albeit a bit bitterly -- that you’d been a stepping stone to getting what she’d really wanted. You weren’t the only one, though; when you presented as an omega later that year, and she a beta, you’d taken some satisfaction in the fact that she was intimidated by what that would mean for her relationship. Y’know, since Oikawa was an alpha.

* * *

“She really doesn’t like you.” Iwaizumi commented softly, a bit amused as the two of you settled in to eat lunch; you smirked a bit to yourself, shrugging.

“She should’ve been focusing on Oikawas fanclub instead of me; not my fault she thought I was in the running to be his mate.” They’d made it a year before she’d gotten sick of his attention to volleyball, and when they broke up and he promptly began humoring the advances of her little friends, she’d been very open with her seething.

“Aren’t you?” Iwaizumi asked curiously and you fumbled with your spoon, wincing when it clattered onto your desk.

“Of course not.” The mutter wasn’t very convincing, but he didn’t push again that day.

* * *

You were never the jealous type. Oikawa had spent your entire life trying to find the person who would stay -- trying to find someone who would be content to wait for his love and attention. Someone who would put up with his late practices, and the way he snapped at them when he was hurting from overdoing it.

And he found her.

She was patient, and kind, and her smiles were like sunshine. You’d never felt truly afraid of his flings until she’d looked at you -- so genuine and smelling like flowers -- and smiled. When she said she wanted to be your friend, she meant it; you tried hard not to hate her for being perfect. You knew immediately she was the one; you couldn’t help but look at Oikawa to gauge his reaction -- did he see it too?

The little omega fit into your friend group easily; since he usually dated betas, you weren’t used to having someone around that could take your place. When she became the team manager, you’d gone home and screamed into your pillow; unaccustomed to the agony of realizing you were being left behind in favor of someone just a little softer. A little kinder. More open about how she felt.

Silently, your resentment grew until it was unbearable. Every touch, and laugh, and gift-- you’d never wanted so badly to see Oikawa break someone's heart, and that was wrong. If anyone had noticed your spiraling, they didn’t comment; by the time she finally worked up to asking Oikawa to be her boyfriend, you’d started trying to put as much distance between yourself and the alpha as possible.

* * *

“Y/N!” Oikawas voice garnered your attention and you rolled your eyes heavenward, already plotting your escape. When you turned to him, his fingers were laced with hers, and you willed yourself not to start pumping out disapproving pheromones.

“What’s up?” You tried to sound casual, despite knowing you were going to deny whatever request he had. It had been months since the two of you had hung out, and you didn’t plan to stop now. You just had to last another year or so and then you’d be off to university; you could make up some kind of excuse to dodge their wedding.

“Wanna grab dinner with us?” She was the one to ask and it took you by surprise.

“I’m alright, but thanks for thinking of me.” Her smile was understanding and you wondered if she knew how badly you wanted her alpha.

Maybe it was some kind of cosmic justice for being so smug about your position in Oikawas life; every time you’d smirked to yourself when he dumped another one of his little beta girlfriends. Before anything else could be said, you were already walking away, and telling yourself not to read too much into his disappointed expression.

* * *

“So you’re really going to let her have him, huh?” Matsukawa asked as you inhaled and you managed to choke on smoke.

“The fuck are you even talking about?” You wheezed as he snickered, plucking the joint from your fingers.

“Oikawa. We always thought you’d work up the nerve to confess if we just left it alone, but we’re third years, now, and you’re still pretending that you haven't been pining for him since you guys were kids.” Iwaizumi hummed his agreement from the couch, giving you a look and you could feel yourself warming uncomfortably.

“I’m not a homewrecker, guys; if he was interested in me, he would have said something by now.”

“Maybe he’s been thinking the same way.” Hanamaki shot back as you waved off their prodding, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m the omega, here, I’m not supposed to do the chasing!” You whined playfully and they howled with laughter; the subject was dropped, and you passed out on the floor a little bit later.

* * *

“She… she broke up with him?” You asked, tentatively, and Iwaizumi nodded. “Why?”

“Because he’s an idiot--” He grunted when you smacked his chest. “Why do you think? He spends all his time on the court; she got sick of waiting around for him.”

“How stupid.” You immediately huffed, internally seething because you’d been so sure she was going to be his omega for the rest of his damn life. The two of you hadn’t spoken in… well, you honestly couldn’t remember how long; you’d been so starved to even lay eyes on him that when he’d come in late to the Karasuno practice match you’d almost melted.

“Shouldn’t you be happy?” Iwaizumi teased, and you gave him a glare.

“For what? He’s probably hurting over it, and I’ve been dodging him for months--” You let out a groan, pressing your hands to your face and feeling awful for your behavior.

“He’s practicing late today.” The words were tossed out casually as the other alpha headed home, smirking when you immediately headed towards the gym.

* * *

“...’Ru?” You called softly, slipping inside with a wince as his serve bounced off the wall.

The smell of distressed alpha was almost overwhelming; he clearly hadn’t been expecting to be interrupted. For a moment, you felt stupid for even coming -- what were you supposed to say, even? -- and when his icy gaze landed on you, there was a moment where you just knew he was going to bite out something caustic.

“What, Y/N?” It wasn’t said with any warmth, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought, so you risked heading his direction. Everything in you was clawing at you to soothe him, and it was almost physically painful when you came within arms reach of him.

“I’m sorry.” The smell seemed to dissipate slightly as he ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a long sigh.

“Don’t be. It’s not like you did anything wrong.” There was a long silence where the two of you just stared at one another, uncertain as to what should be said after such an awkward situation.

“I missed you.” After working up the nerve, you managed to spit it out on a whisper, hands curling into fists at your sides.

Believe it or not, Oikawa gave the best hugs.

* * *

The next one didn’t like you.

She was pretty, and popular, and very open about it. You tried not to take it personally when he kept dating her. They made it a month, and only broke up because she caused a scene about you showing up to one of his games -- never mind that you were friends with all the other third years, as well -- and it had embarrassed him.

She hadn’t known that, because she couldn’t smell the fluctuating scents in the air like alphas and omegas could, so naturally it was your fault as far as she was concerned; she made it her personal goal to make you miserable.

Honestly, she was doing a pretty shit job of it until she started spouting off about how you were the reason they broke up. Because you were in love with him, and needy, and clingy-- and it hit just a little bit too close to home, making you fumble over your denials; even long after she got over it, the rumors were there, whispered among your classmates.

It had always been something that was thought but never said, and once the words were out in the world they couldn’t be taken back.

* * *

“Your heats coming on, huh?” Hanamaki snickered, ruffling your hair as you tried to align the edge of your notebook with the edge of your desk.

“Gonna ask Oikawa to help you out this time?”

“Shut up, Makki.” You hissed, baring your teeth at the cooing alpha. He just laughed off your attitude, and you were so fixated on organizing your space that you didn’t even realize that the man in question was standing just in earshot, turning a pretty shade of pink at the idea.

* * *

“For the love of--” You let out a distressed whine as you tore down your nest for the nth time, just about in tears because it wouldn’t do what you wanted it to. The blankets weren’t right, and everything smelled off and--

“I’m coming in!” The call made you tense, already preparing to chew out whoever was interrupting you, until the distinct smell of alpha washed over you. Your alpha. Except he wasn’t -- not really -- and it wasn’t like you could just--

“How’re you feeling?” Oikawa’s pretty voice seemed to completely overtake your senses; you resisted the urge to whine for him.

“How do you think?” You huffed, wiping at your eyes furiously and throwing the pillow you’d been fighting with onto the floor. The alpha snickered when you spun around to glare through misty eyes, just about ready to throw in the towel and settle for your bed instead of a proper nest.

“Hey, whoa, don’t cry!” He cooed, dropping his duffel bag beside your bedroom door as he let himself in; kicking the door shut behind him. Long arms looped around you and you couldn’t resist whimpering into his chest, nuzzling into the embrace for comfort. His purr made your legs tremble; the smell of your want would have been humiliating at any other point in time.

“Tooru--” You keened as your thoughts began to grow foggy, and he ran his fingers through your hair, shushing you.

“I’ve got you, ‘mega,” Soft and sweet and self-assured-- his tone alone had you purring for him.

“Want help with your nest?” You nodded eagerly and he chuckled, squeezing you a bit tighter for a minute before stepping back far enough that you could look him in the eye.

The brown of his eyes was almost completely shrouded by his blown pupils and it gave you goosebumps; neither of you acknowledged the weird tension, though, and he started gathering your mess of nesting supplies.

* * *

School the next week was embarrassing. Your whole room stunk of Oikawa for the entirety of your heat, and the scent was clinging to you even after it was over. Even though he didn’t do anything.

Helped you make your nest, and scented some stuff for you. He was there until you’d started stripping -- shamelessly -- and then he’d made a hasty retreat and part of you was absolutely humiliated. The rejection had made your heat particularly painful, even though you knew he hadn’t meant anything by it.

He never did.

“Feelin’ better?” Hanamaki teased, and you flinched, picking at the loose strings of your sweater.

“Uh. Yeah.” The dry response had all of the third years stiffening in alarm; you could see Iwaizumi glaring at Oikawa from the corner of your eye. Looking to save your friend from his teammates, you forced a grin and batted your eyes a bit.

"Just taking a while to bounce back, I guess! Don't worry, I'm good."

* * *

But of course they worried.

"Talk to her!" Iwaizumi was hissing somewhere behind you, and you rolled your eyes at the drama of it all. Your emotions were so raw, still; you were really hoping you weren't gonna snap at them for just trying to fix the situation. Thus, you tried your best to speed walk away from them, despite their long-ass strides.

"Y/N!" Oikawas voice gave you goosebumps, and you tried to shake off the urge to wait for him. Pretending you hadn't heard, you picked up your pace, now just about jogging to escape the incoming conversation.

"I know where you live, you dumby!" He called as you scampered to turn down a nearby alley, trying to recall the shortcut you'd only used a handful of times. Regardless, you finally came to a stop, realizing you could have this uncomfortable conversation in front of your parents, or in a dimly lit alley with some semblance of real privacy.

"What, Oikawa?" You demanded, pouting as he came to a halt across from you.

"Ouch, no "Tooru" or "Ru"?" He tried to tease you, and you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms across your chest. He rubbed the back of his neck, giving you a weak smile.

"Look, about last week--"

"I cannot express to you how much I don’t want to talk about this." You interrupted softly, already feeling anxious about whatever it was he was going to say.

"Well, we need to." He sighed, and you grew even more tense, if that was even possible.

"Fine." You grit your teeth, already preparing yourself for his rejection; you tried to contain the emotional outburst you could feel coming on.

"I'm sorry I left you like that, I just didn't want to… make things weird, y'know? We've been friends for so long, and--"

"Yes, 'Ru, yes, I get it. We're just friends, can I go now?" His pretty brown eyes widened as you bit out the words, and you could see the gears slowly turning in his head.

"... why are you upset?" Oikawa asked, voice soothing as he inched closer; you took a step back to keep some distance between the two of you.

"I'm not. I just don't need to get the "we're just friends" speech when I've been giving it to myself for fucking years, okay? I didn't expect anything from you, and there's no hard feelings. Goodnight." You tried not to spit it with all the pent up frustration you had, turning on your heel and leaving him there.

* * *

Courting an alpha like Oikawa was stupid.

You reiterated it to yourself over and over and over to yourself throughout the years. Even though you wanted to, like every other dumb omega and beta girl who'd laid eyes on him. You’d stepped aside for every girlfriend; kept your mouth shut with every confession. Never pressured him for anything more than he was willing to give you.

And yet.

School was so fucking awkward. You dodged the entire volleyball club for most of the week  before Iwaizumi got sick of it and cornered you in the hallway.

"I don't know how I could make it any clearer without just telling him I'm in love with him, alright? And I don't care if it makes me a coward, I just… I can't, okay?" You sighed, and he sighed, and then you went on dodging all your friends for another day before deciding to just stay home for a while.

Perks of being an omega.

* * *

Your bedroom door rattled the walls when it was flung open, and you let out a low whine of disapproval. Buried beneath the remains of your nest -- that still smelled deliciously of Oikawa -- you didn't even realize who it was who'd come into your space. Not until long limbs shuffled beneath your fortress of blankets and pillows, anyway.

"Y/N." Oikawas voice set your teeth on edge, making you flinch away as he laid beside you.

"Tooru." You murmured back, meeting his gaze beneath the blankets. His touch was almost reverent as he cupped your cheek, thumb tracing patterns just beneath your eye.

"Can I kiss you?" The question was almost inaudible over the sound of your own heartbeat.

"Only if it means something." The corner of his lips curled as he leaned forward and sealed his lips to yours.

* * *

"Alpha!" You whined, squirming as Oikawa pressed your hands to the mattress, fingers laced through yours as he chuckled against your neck.

"Shh, baby, I've got you." His hips ground against yours and you let out a keening moan. His teeth teased the tender scent glands on your neck and you came undone, earning yourself the rare growl from your boyfriend. Your alpha. Yours.

“Mine.” He sounded feral, barely managing to form words between his own growls and huffs; then, to your shock, he drew blood, biting down on your neck-- marking you-- and you whimpered, bowing into him.

“Yours.”

[lovebykai]

Wait For It

Pairing: Alpha!Kuroo x Omega!Reader

Warning(s): None.

Omegaverse

Authors Note: Reposted.

His scent was overwhelming.

It seemed to flood the room when he entered, washing over everything and soaking into your pores. The first time, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head, a soft whine threatening to pass your lips despite your best efforts.

You’d always considered yourself a modern omega, adamantly against the traditional Alpha/Omega relationship in favor of Betas if only because they didn't have the innate instinct to dominate like your first few relationships.

Needless to say, those relationships had crashed and burned for many different reasons. Betas struggled to help you through your heats and felt emasculated when you mindlessly whined for a knot they couldn't provide; alphas couldn't stand your headstrong attitude and refusal to give them your unwavering submission. It was all so messy that you’d invested in suppressant bands to mask your own natural pheromones and they usually helped to protect you from alpha pheromones as well.

That was not the case when you met Kuroo Tetsurou.

He was all alpha. Strong pheromones, lithe body, and messy hair. You’d subtly wiped at your mouth just in case you’d actually started drooling. It was a completely new situation for you -- to want someone so badly -- and while your own scent was significantly muted, he seemed to quickly zero in on you as well. When you didn’t immediately submit under his stare, he bared his teeth a bit and you felt goosebumps raise on your skin--

And then a pretty little Beta -- ignorant of the battle of wills due to her inability to smell the pheromones thrashing in the air -- wrapped both her arms around one of his and drew his gaze from yours.

The soft smile he gave her made something in you burn with rage despite having no claim on the appetizing alpha; when the sharp, rotten smell of disappointment hit the room, he cast you a glance from the corner of his eye before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

You promptly focused on your professor, fiddling with the bands around your wrists as you composed yourself. Likewise, Kuroo actively tried to make his scent softer, and the two of you silently drew a line down the middle of the classroom that neither would cross for the remainder of that semester.

* * *

The next semester, you were not so lucky. This professor was a huge fan of group projects, and you somehow always ended up partnered with Kuroo. You had some suspicions about her intentions after being “randomly paired” with him for the third time; the alpha seemed to agree.

“Meddling omega.” He sighed as he settled down next to you at your desk and pulled out an assortment of notebooks.

“Excuse me?” You snapped, seeking out his gaze immediately just to be obstinate and he grimaced, realizing what he’d said.

“Sorry, sorry,” The placating words and gestures were undermined by the fact his gaze did not waver from yours. “I’m just not into the whole Alphas have to be with Omegas thing; she’s got it out for my girlfriend, so I’m sure she’s hoping we’ll hook up.” Girlfriend. Girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend -- Y/N he has a girlfriend do not-- the bitter scent of your disappointment tinged the air and you promptly turned your attention to the blank worksheet in front of you.

“I was starting to get that impression, too.” You tried to laugh it off, gritting your teeth and willing the air to clear the longer his piercing gaze burned into the side of your head.

“Hey,” Kuroo cleared his throat, speaking softly. “Look, I get it. It’s instinct, right? You don’t have to be embarrassed or anything.”

“Frustrated.” You corrected, answering the first question on the worksheet without his assistance.

“I haven't been interested in an Alpha since high school, so it’s frustrating that I’m interested in you.” The subject dropped and the two of you adamantly refused to have any more personal conversations; actively trying to ignore the fluctuations of pheromones despite the growing tension.

* * *

“I’m… sorry?” You stared at the Beta, the heat crawling up the back of your neck as she confronted you almost as mortifying as how loudly she was talking.

“I said: stop flirting with my boyfriend!” She was clearly drunk. Her cheeks were flushed, words slurred-- yeah, she was drunk, and feeling insecure, and you blindly searched the room for Kuroo to come help his girl with whatever had set her off.

She’d even managed to scare off the cute Beta from your Business class with her drama. Setting aside the fact she had cockblocked you was easy enough, though, when you caught a glimpse of her watery eyes and trembling lower lip. She was obviously really torn up about whatever had set her off, and even though you hated it, your Omega instinct was to soothe her pain.

“I’m not--”

“Just because I can’t smell you doesn't mean my friends don't warn me when one of you starts preening for him. He’s mine.” She interrupted, stepping into your space and you couldn’t help but bare your teeth at the threatening posture.

“This is all just a misunderstanding, I promise.” You tried to placate her.

“Seriously, I’m not trying to get with Kuroo. I do not want him. At all.” That was a lie, but you were just buzzed enough that you had some liquid courage, and it may have been passable if her little Omega friend hadn't scoffed beside her.

“Oh, please, I could smell you pining from a mile away.”

“What’s going on?” Thank God. You’d never been so excited to hear the Alphas voice, rubbing at the back of your neck awkwardly as he approached with his own drink in hand. His girlfriend immediately brightened, stumbling into his chest with a giggle as you shrugged a bit.

“We were just talking.” The lie was bitter, but you simply smiled at the couple before raising your solo cup and evacuating the area.

* * *

“We broke up.” Your coffee burnt your nose as you choked, spewing all over; Kuroo immediately started cackling, barely managing to keep himself upright with the table you’d selected in the campus cafe. Whining, you managed to save the papers you’d been working on and basically broke the napkin dispenser in an attempt to wipe up your mess.

“Why are you telling me this?” The nasally question just reignited his amusement, and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

“Because you’ve been avoiding me for about a month now, and were instrumental in helping me see how possessive she’d gotten.” He said after a few deep breaths before dropping down across from you with a grin.

“And, I’d like to take you out sometime.” It was probably supposed to sound more confident than it did, and you couldn’t help but tease him a little.

“Who said I wanted to go out with you, Alpha?” You asked, already pulling out a sticky note from your bag as his charming smile wavered.

“I’m pretty sure I told you I hadn’t been interested in Alphas in years.” With that clarification, he scent seemed to coil around you; when your eyes flickered up to meet his, you shuddered pleasantly to see the predatory gleam there.

“Until me.” His smirk was smug as you laughed, passing him the paper with your number on it.

“Very cute,” You cooed, gathering your things and stuffing them into your backpack. “But I’ve got class in twenty. Text me sometime.”

“Let me walk you?” He scrambled to stand as you did and you rolled your eyes, wondering how you’d ever thought he was anything but a huge dork.

“I think I’d like that, Tetsurou.”

[lovebykai]

Indulgence

Pairing: Alpha!Oikawa x Omega!Reader

Warning(s): None.

Omegaverse

Authors Note: Reposted.

The first time, it was an accident.

Oikawa had let you borrow one of his shirts after you'd had several beverages spilled on you due to your own clumsiness. And you had just… kept it. It found a home in your nest, where you could snuggle into the scent of alpha at night.

The problem was that the scent eventually began fading; the omega in you was sulking when you paused beside the man's duffel bag, nostrils flaring as his familiar scent washed over you.

A hesitant glance.

Chewing on your lower lip.

You'd snatched one of his shirts from it and tucked it into your own bag, feeling warmth flood your cheeks as you glanced around to be sure nobody had seen. The rush of comfort that hit you when you scrambled to add it to your nest upon arriving home made the guilt fade pretty quickly.

And that was how you started your small obsession with Oikawa Toorus scent.

* * *

"I could have sworn I had a spare shirt in here." Oikawa whined as you grabbed your stuff from the club room; your heart hit your throat as he grumbled about the missing clothing. You pointedly didn't acknowledge it, instead letting Iwaizumi deal with the huffy alpha.

"You must have taken it home to wash it."

"... maybe."

With that, you hurried from the club room, trying to seem casual despite knowing you had the offending garment tucked away in your bag.

"Y/N!" Hearing his voice set your teeth on edge; for a moment all you could do was panic, panic, panic before realizing you were pumping out pheromones and giving your own self away.

"What's up?" You tried to laugh off the obvious discomfort you'd shown, smiling awkwardly at him as he stopped in front of you.

"Its just been a while since we hung out," His smile was beautiful -- fuck, the omega in you was wriggling with excitement at the prospect of being around him -- and you tried not to be flustered.

"So I was wondering if you wanted to catch up!" The two of you. Alone. Hanging out. It wasn't a crush. It wasn't.

* * *

It was.

Your knees nearly buckled when the two of you entered his room. The smell of him everywhere lit your nerves on fire; you couldn't help the sharp intake of breath. Oikawa, ever observant, grinned at you as you dropped your bag near the door and plopped down on the foot of his bed, only barely resisting the urge to bundle yourself up in his sheets.

"You're alright? I didn't even think about--"

"I'm fine!" You interrupted -- honestly kind of in heaven -- with a nervous laugh, and he seemed a bit surprised.

"I'm around all kinds of alpha scents constantly," And yours is by far my favorite. "So it doesn't bother me. At least yours isn't bitter." Because it was sweet and soft and sure, most of the time it had the tang of sweat, but you found yourself licking your lips anyway.

"If you say so." Now appearing amused, he excused himself to shower off -- "I must smell awful!" I want to lick the sweat off your body are you kidding me -- and you promptly pressed your face into his pillowcase, letting out a soft whine.

Mine, mine, mine--

Without really thinking about it, you scented his pillows, nuzzling into them almost desperately. You wanted to drown in him.

You were so fucked.

* * *

He sent you into heat.

Being surrounded by everything Tooru you'd barely made it home before the familiar tingles washed over your skin. Those tingles quickly escalated to burning and you spent the better part of four days sobbing because you wanted your alpha.

Except he wasn't your alpha. Not really.

Your parents had been beside themselves with how overwhelmed you were this time. Apparently your silent obsession with the smell of your friend had ticked some little box in your brain that declared he was the one and now there was literally nothing you wanted more than to have him with you.

Thus, you were a sobbing, keening mess tucked into your nest and clinging to your small collection of his clothing.

* * *

"Y/N, you're back!" Oikawa was all smiles when you hesitantly entered the gym, swallowing thickly because you were still feeling a little… tender over the alpha. Crying for someone who never came tended to give people weird feelings anyway; the fact that you did it to yourself and he didnt even know made it so much worse. Your mother had given you a speech on handling scent addiction and had insisted you should talk to him about everything.

Unfortunately, even thinking about telling him your shame made you nauseous.

"Yeah…" You tried to smile as he jogged over, feeling achy and needy when he towered over you. Subconsciously, you leaned closer to him; you hadn't even realized you'd moved until your forehead bumped against his chest.

"Are you alright?" Oikawa asked softly, resting one hand on the back of your head.

"Define alright." You chuckled, well aware you must be releasing some serious please comfort me alpha pheromones because he was happily running his fingers through your hair as you breathed him in. You wanted to stretch up and nuzzle at his scent glands; thankfully, he was tall enough that you'd have to go out of your way to try, so you weren't keen on embarrassing yourself.

"I need to talk to you." The sigh was heavy; he promised to talk to you after practice before you wandered off to do your homework and wait.

* * *

"... oh." You couldn't look at him, twisting your fingers as you finished explaining yourself. After a few moments of awkward silence, the man began snickering softly; at your incredulous expression, he started full-on laughing.

"I'm sorry, it's-- it's not funny." He chuckled behind his hand, using his other to wave away your disbelief.

"You're just so cute." Oikawa cooed, reaching out to pull you into a hug as he started to purr soothingly for you. The low rumble made you shiver before melting into him.

"Iwa caught you stealing my shirts ages ago. I just wanted to tease you a little bit before saying anything." At that, you groaned, hiding your face against his chest.

"I am so sorry." You mumbled as he nuzzled your hair.

"Mm, I really don't mind when its you." Peeking up at him, you could feel yourself flushing at his cheeky little grin.

"Whatever makes my omega happy~" While you were busy processing that, he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

"Yours?" You murmured as he brushed his lips to yours teasingly, humming as though in thought.

"Mine." At the confirmation, you grinned; he stumbled a bit when you lifted onto your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him hard.

Mine.

[lovebykai]

Blood // Water

》 Pretty Girl - Part 1

Word Count: 2.7K

Warning(s): Mentions of stalking. Mentions of drugs and alcohol. Mentions of violence.

Pairing: Ran x Fem!Reader x Rindou

Authors Note: They're so pretty. This is gonna be a series of shorts/drabbles from childhood forward because why not? This is obviously something of a prologue.

If anyone had asked Ran what he liked so much about you, he honestly couldn't say.

You were everything he shouldn't have liked at all.

Soft. Sweet. Naive.

He could just picture you fitting in perfectly with society. You probably had a cute room. A loving, healthy family. Normal friends. Good grades.

So why the fuck were you here, of all places?

It was painfully obvious that you were uncomfortable in the delinquent scene. At least to him. The way your gaze kept darting between people, careful to keep the nearest threatening presence in your line of vision gave you away.

Then again, he'd been watching you since you were kids. You were always following Rindou around like his shadow -- not that his brother had ever caught on to this little admirer -- and so he'd gotten used to your tells. Maybe nobody else had noticed the discomfort all over you like a bad smell.

Your whole demeanor was reminding him of something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He imagined your friends had convinced you to tag along with them; he could spot them in various locations through the warehouse, hanging off the arms of a few of his acquaintances. They'd promptly bailed on you, which begged the question why they'd brought you at all. Not that any of you really blended in, but you were particularly out of place.

"She looks terrified." Rindou commented, snickering to himself as you twisted your fingers into the hem of your sweater with one hand and pressed your index finger to your lower lip with the other. At least the thing was black; he could just imagine the chaos that would ensue if it was pink.

It was the first time Ran could recall him ever noticing you. He'd probably lose his mind to know you'd been tagging along on some of their misadventures for years at about this distance. Just close enough Ran could watch you watching Rindou, but not close enough for a less observant person to pick up on.

Your back was to the wall so nobody could sneak up behind you, and it was that sense of awareness that had caught his interest. He hadn't even realized you were there tonight until you sank against the brick like your body weighed ten tons. Clearly you'd realized that this time you might have gotten in over your head with your stalking, but Ran didn't think your fear was all that funny, despite his brothers amusement.

You were right to be frightened.

"Gonna talk to her?"

"I haven't decided yet."

A little lamb. That's what you reminded him of. Now the question was whether or not you'd been dropped off to be slaughtered.

That sharp gaze of yours flickered across the room as he shifted from his lax position on the opposite wall, momentarily locking eyes with him. He'd been planning just to refill his drink, but you wouldn't look away. Obviously you'd decided he was the largest threat in the room at the moment.

Clever girl.

A smirk tugged at his lips when you finally darted your eyes elsewhere, chewing at the tip of your finger in a decidedly cute display of anxiety. Shifting his direction, he waltzed your way; predictably, the crowd of party-goers parted for him.

The moment you realized he was walking towards you was something he'd cherish forever.

He'd never confronted you, letting you orbit around them unbothered. It was mostly because he just enjoyed having you around, though the two of you hadn't spoken. You were just a pretty little thing, and he thought it was just adorable the way you followed after his brother, too scared to approach him.

Even in the dim lighting and the sea of smoke, the flushed tone to your skin was obvious. Your slowly widening eyes as you seemed to shrink in on yourself. It wasn't in fear, though. Not completely.

As he drew closer, he noted the spark of interest. Those expressive eyes gave him an appraising once over before you realized you'd blatantly checked him out and they shot back to his face. It actually made him laugh.

It would make some twisted sort of sense that if you were attracted to Rindou, you'd be just as attracted to him. After all, he doubted it was their appearance that had drawn you in like a moth to flame. You'd been trailing them since long before either could be called good looking, but the admittedly unhinged energy they put out into the world had always been there.

Naturally, it was as he reached you and opened his mouth that the sound of sirens caught everyone's attention.

They were too close, clearly having waited to declare themselves, and he clicked his tongue in annoyance. He spotted Rindou in the ensuing panic, everyone stumbling over one another to escape. It wasn't as if anyone was doing anything wrong at the moment.

Well, no, that wasn't entirely true. There was tons of drugs and underage drinking going on, but nobody had been--

"Watch where you're goinn', you fuckin' bastard!" Ran snagged your arm and tugged you out of the way as a bottle went flying. It shattered on the wall where you'd been standing as the two thugs decided now was the time to get into a fight. He grit his teeth, scanning again for his brother, who'd seemingly vanished.

"Excuse me," You flinched when his annoyed glare was turned your way. "Uhm. Thanks for that, but I think that's your brother, right?" He followed your finger to one of the busted windows, where sure enough, Rindou was waving frantically to get his attention.

He'd address your playing coy later -- as if you didn't know who Rindou was -- but for now there were more important things to deal with.

"C'mon, little lamb." Ran tried to be gentle as he dragged you along with him towards the exit, shifting his grip from your bicep to your wrist, but from the way you stumbled and muttered under your breath he imagined he was failing.

You'd forgive him, though. At best you'd spend a night in a cell if the three of you didn't escape; at worst you'd get pinned with a few charges, or end up taking the blame for the entire party.

Normally he wouldn't care if some dumbass took the fall, but you were just... too innocent. The idea of you getting into shit prickled at what little conscience he had, so here he was. Hurriedly lifting you up by your waist so that Rindou could reach your hand and haul you out the window.

Just in time, too, because the next thing he heard as he toppled ungracefully outside onto the concrete was the sound of doors bursting open and the cops announcing themselves in standard, cringy fashion.

Vaguely he had the thought that his brother had unknowingly made your entire night just for dragging you out a window, and for whatever reason that really annoyed him.

"Stop, police!" Rindou mocked softly as the three of you bolted. The snort of amusement you let out took both of them off guard, but it apparently shocked you because you tripped over your feet before laughing.

"Shit-- fuck, sorry." You managed to right yourself through your giggles and Ran was enamored.

"Careful, bunny," Rindou cooed. "We'd hate to have to ditch ya' after all that." Reaching the street, Ran peered out from between the buildings.

This side of town was mostly dilapidated buildings and delinquents bickering over territory, but with the cops sniffing around the whole place was deserted. That didn't bode well for being inconspicuous.

"Let's just camp out in one of these buildings 'til they clear out." His brother huffed in annoyance, already eyeing some of the boarded up windows. Ran spared you a look, noting the way your brows were furrowed with concern. His brother followed his gaze and rolled his eyes before turning to you with hands on his hips.

"Got a problem with that?" Ran could see the gears turning behind your eyes, weighing the risk versus reward. You'd been pining after Rindou for years and now had the golden opportunity to actually spend time getting to know him.

But that meant you actually had to sit in the presence of The Haitani Brothers with their undivided attention directed at you. With your docile demeanor, he could just imagine how daunting that seemed.

"Oh, no, not at all." You responded cheerfully, offering them a saccharine sweet smile.

"Good, then keep an eye out." Rindou was being a dick to you, but you nodded anyway as the duo turned to find a way inside without causing too much noise. Ran smirked at your soft muttering; clearly you thought neither of them were listening as you anxiously paced the alley.

"Sure, ditch the party with the Haitani brothers, Y/N. That sounds like something a smart person does. Not like they beat people to death for fun or anything." Ah. So you were bitter about your crush. How cute.

"Technically, nobody's proved that." Ran spoke nonchalantly as he managed to wiggle one of the boards down enough the three of you could slip inside and you froze like a deer in headlights.

"I was there." You blurted out, promptly looking mortified, and the brothers laughed.

"For reference, little lamb," You pouted at the nickname. "A smart person wouldn't tell people that they witnessed a crime that the perpetrators had gotten away with."

"Nobody likes a snitch." Rindou warned, and you were chewing on the tip of your finger again.

"I wouldn't--"

"We know." The duo interrupted, one almost crooning and the other groaning as Ran waved you towards the opening. Your sweater got hooked on the nails as you scurried to obey, making you mutter more curses, before they followed you inside and replaced the board.

"What made y'all do that, anyway?"

"You've got a pair of brass ones, don’t 'cha, bunny?" Rindou snorted as you shuffled around the space.

"My name is Y/N." The grumbled complaint was ignored.

It was an old convenience store, and the three of you seemed to have the same idea as you ducked behind the counter and sat. Ran smiled at you soothingly as your gaze bounced between the pair of them.

"They challenged us to a one on one. We won." He knew that wasn't what you were really asking, but you didn't press the issue. If you'd been anyone else, he probably would have given you shit; maybe even hit you for the audacity. But you were his brothers adorable little shadow, too curious for your own good.

"The real question is what were you doing there?" It had happened almost a year ago, now, and there'd been rumors that the cops had been close to cracking the case circulating.

Ran didn't doubt someone had probably come forward about it. There may have even been video somewhere, knowing the crowd they ran with, but being minors he doubted that they'd be punished too harshly. It was an accident, after all.

"Same thing I was doing at the warehouse." You responded bitterly, arms curling around your calves as you tugged your knees to your chest.

"Trying too hard?" Ran teased, and you rolled your eyes.

"It's not like that." The soft insistence was at odds with your agitated expression.

"I'm not keen on being anybodies punching bag. Doesn't matter if I like any of them or want to go to stupid warehouse parties with a bunch of thugs-- no offense." You paused your rant to give them a sheepish look.

"None taken." Ran couldn't help but smirk when you picked at the new hole in your sweater, frowning a bit and refusing to look at them.

"Anyway, if you don't fit in, people give you shit. I don't like dealing with it, so I made friends who can usually get me out of it."

"Who bullied you?" Rindou got to the heart of the problem as Ran started putting pieces together. Your outlook on the social hierarchy wasn't necessarily wrong-- it was just sad. An interesting glimpse into what it was like being at the bottom of the food chain, for sure.

It also explained why you seemed so fixated on Rindou.

They were the biggest threat in Roppongi. Predators in their own right; not completely mindless like some of the other delinquents in the area who liked to go after people who didn't even make a half decent target. There was no fun beating someone like you.

Thinking back, Ran could remember seeing you get pushed around, but that had been back when playgrounds were still fun. He tried to recall when it had stopped. It wasn't often. At least, he couldn't remember seeing it enough to be concerned with it.

Then again, he probably just hadn't cared at the time.

You were always chasing Rindou around, not him. With this new information, though, it was probably just because he was your age and therefore seemed more approachable. The fact you'd looked at his brother and something in you said, "Yeah, that one is gonna save me." was laughable, but it was a decision made when you were too young to know better.

Didn't explain why you were still doing it, though. Habit, maybe? Or were you really just spending all these years working up the nerve to ask him for help, of all things? Were you even attracted to him or had Ran totally misread the situation?

"Bullies. Who bullies me." You sighed, but thankfully looked amused. Apparently you'd realized that this was a concept they were unfamiliar with. Neither of the Haitani brothers had ever been picked on. Nobody would dare. Even as kids they'd been a force of nature.

"That shits still happening? Why don't you just beat the fuck outta them and--"

"Do I look like I can beat somebody up?" You interrupted in perfect deadpan, and Ran covered his mouth in a poor attempt to cover his laughter. Your misfortune shouldn't have been funny, but your point was made.

Compared to them -- and most of the delinquents who would be messing with you, he imagined -- you were a tiny little thing. Easy prey. Even if you fought back it would probably just make your situation worse. To even become a minor threat you'd need some actual self defense training tailored to the size difference.

"Yeah, nevermind." Rindou scoffed, looking put out for a moment.

The brothers shared a look as you tilted your head back against the wall, eyes fluttering closed.

"You didn't answer." Ran commented seriously after the silence became uncomfortable; your confused expression gave way to incredulity pretty quickly as you stared at him.

"Why do you care?" The question was asked with genuine curiosity, but there was an undertone of distrust. Naturally. It was rare they did anything without wanting something in return, and this would be no different.

Ran had decided to keep you.

Whether Rindou was in agreement or not, Ran found you interesting. He wouldn't mind letting you into their circle, even if it was only to be kept as a pretty little doll. They'd take such good care of you.

If that meant he needed to endear himself to you by handling anyone that gave you trouble, he didn't mind. He'd obviously misjudged your intentions with his brother -- something that was both exciting yet disappointing; he wasn't ready to unpack why quite yet -- so what else had he been wrong about?

Ran mostly just wanted you to look at him like you had earlier. Big doe eyes, flushed cheeks-- a little frightened but a lot flustered. The idea of you being as smitten with him as he'd thought you were with his brother appealed to him.

So when you hesitantly filled the ensuing silence with names and explanations -- the latter of which he didn't care about, but listened attentively to anyway -- he just gave you an approving smile. Hours later, after much needed naps, they dropped you off at the bus stop for the earliest ride home. He waved you off happily, a plan already forming.

It only took a month before everyone realized anyone who crossed you became their newest punching bag.

Two before you realized what they'd done.

And three before he'd call the three of you friends.

A year later, when the Haitani brothers were finally convicted for beating the vice leader of the Roppongi Kyougoku to death, Ran was pleased that you cried.

》 Part Two

[lovebykai]

Dating Kisaki Tetta

Warning(s): NSFW.

HIS LOVE LANGUAGE IS Acts of Service!

》 Ready to destroy the world for you; gives no fucks about anything but you-- however, you wouldn't know that unless you pay attention to his actions. Just because he's naturally very stoic and soft spoken doesn't mean he doesn't care!

DATES CONSIST OF cuddling!

》 He prefers doing something private; would rather spend an evening at home away from the world than go anywhere. If he can just be close to you and not have to deal with anyone else, he's happy.

HUGS FEEL LIKE you're safe!

》 He is probably the safest person for you to be with; plans for every possibility. When your bundled up, head tucked beneath his chin and he's squeezing you close, you can feel it.

KISSES TASTE LIKE white chocolate mocha!

》 The man drinks his coffee like it's water and you can definitely tell; at least it's always sweet.

HE LOVES TO massage you!

》 His favorite thing to do is rub your back for you, and not just because it usually leads to sex. Feeling your tense muscles go lax beneath his hands just makes his heart swell.

SEX IS loving!

》 You're his whole world and it shows in the way he handles you, even down to the words he uses. He just wants to make you feel good, and if that requires calling you his filthy slut, well, he's down.

HIS FAVORITE POSITION IS missionary!

》 He wants to watch your expressions and be able to kiss you without all the contortions required in other positions.

You let out a little groan as he finishes rubbing your back, grinning at him over your shoulder playfully; he raises an eyebrow curiously.

"Mm, 'Saki..." When you roll onto your knees and press a sweet kiss to his lips he gets the picture, chuckling a bit. Your fingers dance up his legs to his belt and deftly undo it; he smirks as he helps you wiggle them down his hips.

"What do you want, love?" He's unbuttoning his shirt as you begin stripping eagerly, hands stroking up his length with practiced ease.

"Make love to me." And he does -- pushing you back down onto the bed with a breathtaking kiss, and promptly sinking into your warmth -- because he can't deny you anything.

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Dating Shiba Taiju

Warning(s): NSFW. Lite Dacryphillia.

HIS LOVE LANGUAGE IS Physical Touch!

》 Struggles with expressing himself have led to him using his hands for everything-- punishment and reward. He gets antsy if he goes to long without some kind of contact with you.

DATES CONSIST OF dancing!

》 Enjoys seeing you all dressed up to go out with him, but more than that he enjoys twirling you around. He is not at all good at it; it never fails to make you both laugh.

HUGS FEEL LIKE a warm blanket!

》 He doesn't give them often, so when he does you burrow into him eagerly; he just sorta folds around you until you're completely surrounded by him. It's surprisingly comforting.

KISSES TASTE LIKE chocolate!

》 You're convinced he has Hershey's kisses tucked into his jacket somewhere, but have never been able to prove it.

HE LOVES TO pet your head!

》 It's something he discovered by accident, patting you absently one day on his way out; now it's become a ritual that he feels uncomfortable not performing.

SEX IS romantic!

》 Does not do anything by halves, including you. Pulls out all the stops, from candles to mood lighting to music. The whole affair is very much staged but always leaves you both with warm fuzzies.

HIS FAVORITE POSITION IS the mating press!

》 He likes the display of power; folding you nearly in half while you moan about how big he is really feeds his ego. It also makes you cry nearly every time, which us a huge plus.

"Tai!" Your yelp as he tosses your legs over his shoulders makes him grin; his cock bullying itself deeper into you with fervor. Sure enough, tears leak from your closed eyes and he groans softly.

"S'too much!" Blinking deliriously, you whine as he huffs out a laugh and snaps his hips harshly.

"Shh, you can take it-- take it-- fuck!" He growls softly as you clench down on him, hands clawing helplessly at the sheets. Your eyes roll back in your head when he shifts the angle of his thrusts.

"Taiju!" His name is a prayer, repeated over and over and over until the two of you finally reach your peaks.

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[ 2:00 PM ]

Taiju thought he would be above all the childish antics that came with children. He'd raised his siblings, after all, and that had been... awful.

But the moment his daughter had been laid in his arms, it was like the world shifted. He'd been coaxed into tea parties and played the white knight to her princess— never missed a single ballet performance, despite the fact it was nothing more than a bunch of stumbling toddlers. Was he softer? Maybe.

He shuffles around the back of the trailer, long legs folded up as his daughter walks her way back and forth across from him, squealing as she stumbles over the hay. You're grinning ear to ear, phone up to snap as many pictures as you can manage before he finally gives you a warning look.

"Hay! Hay! Hay!" She's laughing, kicking some free of the bales in the center. It's the first time you've ever successfully convinced him to do something like this— a hayride.

But he's secretly glad he did when his daughters beaming smile is directed at him.

"C'mere, angel." Obediently, the toddler hobbles her way to him, only keeping her balance when he scoops her up mid-jump. He's certain that without it, she would have landed face first — it's happened a few times, now — and as he settles her onto his lap, she swings her legs.

"Hay!" Taiju chuckles, brushing back some stray hairs from her face just as the tractor pulling them lurches forward.

Tiny hands grab his face when he turns to smile at you, forcing him back to her with a pout.

"Dada!" He smirks when she gives you a glare eerily similar to his own, obviously blaming you for his inattention to her babbling. Not that she could be understood that well. You gape.

"It's not my fault!"

"Mama." You laugh at her reprimanding tone, shaking your head and his daughter turns her narrowed eyes on him. She waits to be certain he's giving her his undivided attention, before she continues babbling.

Taiju desperately wishes he knew what she was saying, but he humors her anyway with nods and soft hums that sound like they fit.

It seems to appease her.

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More

Pairing: Alpha!Oikawa x Omega!Reader

Warning(s): NSFW. Mentions of Knotting.

Omegaverse

Authors Note: Reposted.

Moremoremoremore-- The alpha in him was hissing desperately as you whimpered and writhed beneath him, fingers clawing at his exposed chest weakly.

Your scent was swirling and twisting and suffocating as he rolled his hips, nearly letting out a whine of his own as your pussy pulsed around him.

"That's my good girl," Oikawa cooed in your ear; the lewd squelching sound of your body desperately sucking him inside making him shudder.

"Cum all over my fucking cock-- fuck, yes--" He growled low in his throat, leaning back to take you in with his fingers curling around your throat. Your glossy eyes rolled back into your head and he smirked smugly down at you.

Your orgasm was borderline violent and he couldnt help but snicker as you sobbed, babbling incoherently for a moment as your pussy gripped his cock impossibly tight.

"Alpha," Your voice was raspy croon. "I want-- want your knot, please--" The little hiccups you released as tears gathered in the corners of your eyes were hypnotic; his grip tightened as the aforementioned appendage began catching in your needy little hole. He desperately rutted into you, letting out a soft groan at your blissed out expression.

"Yeah? You want my knot, huh?" Oikawa grinned, the familiar swell signaling he was at his limit.

"Then fucking take it, Omega."

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Temporary Bliss

》 Pretty Girl - Ending 1 - True Ending

Word Count: 2K

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x Reader

Warning(s): Angst. Cheating? Hurt To Comfort. Drugs.

Authors Note: This is the True Ending. I'll be posting the alternate endings when I'm not so burnt out. 😭💕 Also debating doing a continuation featuring Mitsuya and Readers relationship. Thoughts?

You meet Mitsuya again years later.

"Wait-- Scratch?" The old nickname makes your cheeks burn but you laugh anyway.

He's older now; the thought that he grew up pretty passes through as you tell him about the dress you're looking to commission. Rindou would probably have a fit that you let the young man's hands trace your body while he took measurements, but it had been years since you cared about such things.

"We should catch up sometime." It's obvious from the tilt of his lips and the gleam in his eye that he means it; butterflies flutter in your tummy as the ice where your heart used to be begins to thaw.

"You don't wanna get caught up with me, Captain." Were you... flirting? You were. His smile dimmed and you immediately regretted your decision to warn him off.

"I'm still running with the Haitani brothers." You finally clarified and the sympathetic look you got in response sapped the breath from your lungs. He ran his fingers through his multicolored hair, the playful gleam returning.

"No worries, I can still fight." The shocked giggles you let out as he convinced you to grab coffee with him in a few days were the brightest part of your day.

* * *

"Hey, Ran--" The moan from the crack you made in his office door brought a grimace to your lips; you promptly turned on your heel to leave.

Sure, the three of you had never slapped a label on your relationship but it never failed to sour your insides when you stumbled on one of them fucking around with someone else. Rindou, at least, was more subtle about it than his older brother.

The others didn't mean anything to either man; you pitied more of them than you hated these days. Then again, they probably pitied you just as much. Knowing that the men you cared about were finding pleasure with other people still burned through your veins like wildfire, but the haze that used to hit you had faded over the last few years.

Exposure therapy, you were sure.

"Oh, hey, Bunny." Rindou seemed surprised to see you, which was stupid seeing as the three of you had all agreed to have lunch together today.

"I just wanted to swing by and let you know I won't be able to get lunch with you two today." Sure enough, the surprise morphed briefly into guilt, followed by concern, and then was masked by his typical impassive expression. A look you hated. Hated that he'd lost the spark of playfulness he'd always held. It was like he wasn't even himself anymore.

"That--"

"Rindou!" Sanzu chirped and your skin crawled as he practically skipped up the hallway towards the two of you. Mikey was following behind, gracing you with a bored wave when your eyes met his.

"I'll see you later, Rin." The man nodded in acknowledgement before turning to the newcomers; you promptly slipped out of the building.

Mikeys gaze was boring into you until you turned down the sidewalk.

* * *

You like him.

A lot.

You knew it when the two of you hooked up ages ago, and you know it with even more certainty as you sip your coffee. The two of you are wandering the local park, catching up on what the others been up to since you last spoke.

Which is very embarrassing, as it turns out.

"I can't believe you snuck out and didn't even leave me your number." He's teasing, you know, but it doesn't stop the burn in your cheeks.

"That's— uh, well—" You're stumbling when he starts laughing, bumping your shoulder with his.

"Was it just bad? I thought—"

"No! No, it wasn't bad! It was... uhm..." He's still smirking behind his coffee cup, eyebrows raised as your eyes flicker to look anywhere but at him.

"It was amazing." And he must recognize the double edged sword that admission is because he chuckles softly before dropping the subject. It moves on to the dress you're having him make, and then to how on Earth he was still single.

Turns out, Mitsuya doesn't date, which makes your heart stutter and your palms sweaty when he specifies he wants to take you out on another date as soon as his work schedule clears up.

You're so flustered when the two of you part with knowing smiles that you don't notice you're being watched.

* * *

"You're talking to Mitsuya."

Several things were distressing about the fact Manjiro Sano was in your living room, but the most pressing concern was the gun he was tapping against his thigh. He looked lost in thought, not looking at you for a long time as you just took in the scene.

It was just the two of you as you dropped your purse on the table, debating if you should try to make a run for it. Was he angry? It was impossible to tell when he turned that pokerface at you.

"I... wanted to have a dress made for a friend's wedding. I didn't deliberately seek him out." It sounded stupid as soon as his dark eyes settled on you— running over your anxious form like a physical touch.

"... why are you still here?" At your confused expression, he let out a sigh that had more emotion in it than you'd seen from him in ages.

"Here, Y/N." His hand gestured to the penthouse surrounding the two of you with the hand toting the gun and you flinched.

The Haitanis penthouse. You'd hated the damn thing but they convinced you to move in with them sometime after that fateful night at the club. It had become your cage and your solace; the only place you could feel like everything was as it should be, even though it never was— not since the night you'd declared them yours.

Not that they ever really were.

"You were out, right? How'd you get sucked back in?" There was something in his voice. Instead of just the deadpan you were accustomed to, there was... concern? Annoyance? You couldn't quite place it as his words sank in.

"I was in love." The fact that that was what finally left your mouth made you inhale sharply, and he just stared, nodding a bit like he understood.

Fuck, maybe he did. Your pull to them was bordering on unnatural and thrilling and maybe Mikey, of all people, could understand the impulse to be absorbed by their darkness. He'd been absorbed by his own, after all.

"Was?" Pursing your lips, you couldn't help but wonder how you'd gotten here. Talking to Mikey about your toxic relationship with the brothers who consumed your life.

"Was." The confirmation was whispered, feeling right even though it tasted so bitter.

Tears stung your eyes and you pressed your palms to them. It wasn't a new revelation for you. Somewhere between here and that night at the club, the obsession that you three had with each other had dissolved, leaving behind nostalgia and a weird sort of commitment that just felt suffocating. Even looking at the two of them these days left a sharp pain in your chest.

Part of you still cared about them; there was still the attraction and a warm fondness for them most days, but it mingled with so much resentment for the way things had turned out that it was a ticking time bomb. One day it would go off and you weren't sure who all it would damage in its wake.

"Do you want out?" The question got him a sob of relief.

"Please." It was a question you had never thought to ask, but the moment he did, the answer was clear.

Yes. You wanted to be free of this. Free of these ghosts that were haunting you. The life they'd roped you into was one you'd never wanted. Sure, you'd been bored with your job and your old boyfriend but--

"They won't let me go." You sniffled, still pressing your hands to your face.

"Yeah, they will." It was as good as a vow from the younger blond, and when you met his eyes there was a spark of softness that had you crying in earnest.

* * *

Mitsuya is normal.

You realize it three weeks after Mikey helps you disappear, grinning at him across the table at the little cafe he'd convinced you to meet him at. You're sipping on hot tea as he talks, focused on how natural it feels just to be here with him.

His eyes are the same shade of violet as Rans; hair colorful just like Rindous. There's a familiar manic tinge to him that's tempered by his own level head and you realize a beat too late that you could love him for that. For all the things he might have been but decided not to be.

It's weird.

Different but so much softer; easier to swallow. When you call he answers enthusiastically; when you want to get lunch together you never walk in on him fucking someone else. He asks you to be his girlfriend after two months and... and everything just works.

"Do you ever think about them?" Your head is against his chest as the two of you watch Netflix in his bed. The room is hazy from the joint you'd been passing between the pair of you, and you're definitely feeling it.

"Every day." Mitsuya doesn't flinch, still caressing your side. He does press a kiss to the top of your head, though.

"Will you ever stop?" The question makes you lean up and look at him. His smile is genuine and soft like always, and it makes you relax. There's no accusation or irritation; he's patiently waiting for you to process everything before you respond.

It's... nice.

"Someday. It doesn't hurt to remember them anymore." You didn't feel much of anything when you thought of them, actually, but it felt odd to say that. Maybe one day it wouldn't leave a weird taste in your mouth to admit it.

He pulls you gently towards him, planting a sweet kiss on your lips. It makes your tummy fill with butterflies and you can't help but giggle as he wrestles you back down on top of him.

The Haitani brothers were always going to be a part of you. They'd buried their mark under your skin so deeply you would never carve it out— but that was okay. You didn't need to. Mikey had worked magic and you'd fallen off their radar and into Mitsuyas waiting arms with ease.

Sometimes you caught yourself wondering about them, though. Like now. Did they miss you? Were they worried? What had Mikey done to keep them from hunting you down?

But that was okay, too.

Because right there in Mitsuya's arms was the first place you'd ever felt at peace. There was no lingering darkness, or anxious thoughts. He'd offered you a place where you could just be and you didn't know how you would ever repay that.

"You'll be okay."

* * *

When you see them again, it's at the wedding that was the beginning of the end.

Mitsuya has an arm around your waist and you're leaning into him as he catches up with Pah; sipping on your champagne with a lighter heart than you've had in years. It's pure coincidence that your eyes slip over them — promptly shooting back as your brain registers what you're seeing — and there's an odd sort of disconnect as you take them in.

They're beautiful and almost ethereal, watching you from across the room; you realize that your palms aren't sweaty and your heart isn't trembling after another moment. There's no urgency to go to them, and it makes you smile to know you're recovered from your addiction to them.

It's a surprise when the look is returned by Ran, and less of one when Rindou just stares.

For once in your history, the three of you settle on opposite sides of the room. Like someone flipped the magnet that had been forcing you together all these years. You toast them subtly from your place beside Mitsuya, and Rans laughter is quiet enough you don't even hear it over the music while your attention returns to your boyfriends conversation.

They disappear into the background of your night; their gaze still burns against your skin as you coax your lover onto the dance floor to twirl you around. It's fun and carefree and when he kisses you you're positive you're floating.

And everything is okay in your normal life.

《 Part 4 《

》 Taglist: @youpieceofwasabi , @armycandy10 , @sunarinluvv , @haitanigigi , @divine-dogs-cafe , @fuyuluvs , @tenrichouku

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Baton

》 Pretty Girl - Crawling Back To You Drabble 5

》 Warning(s): NSFW. Spanking. Reader gets fucked with his baton.

You weren't even sure how you'd gotten here.

One minute you were sulking about Ran cutting his hair -- which felt stupid, but simultaneously was clawing at the softer spots of your heart -- and the next you were thrown over the older Haitanis lap with your pajama pants wrapped around your knees.

You knew sleeping with his brother on his night would grind Rans gears, but you had thought for sure you'd be safe hiding out with Rindou. Apparently, that was not the case, and he was ready to take out his frustrations on you.

"Ran!" You kicked your legs fruitlessly, trying to escape the sting as well as the slow building moisture between your legs. The younger brother just groaned sleepily -- dragging your abandonrd pillow over his head -- when you squealed; the 'thwack!' of Rans baton echoing in the room.

Tears were flooding your eyes as you squirmed in a sad attempt at escape, whimpering when his baton came down again.

"Ran-- 'm sorry! Please, no more." Another pop to your sore bottom as you sniffled, refusing to sob. The cool metal made you squeal as it teased your folds, gathering your slick with every pass over your little hole.

"But you're clearly enjoying yourself, my little lamb. And you gave me such a hard time tonight when I just wanted to be with you." Pressing into your clit, he massages you slowly, smirking when your hips begin rocking against his weapon of choice.

Before you could get too excited, he pulled away and brought it down just below your cheeks, moving the sting to your thighs. When your cry woke Rindou again the man finally gave up his attempts to sleep in his own bed, shooting the two of you a glare that was closer to a pout as he left the room with a sigh.

"Now look, you woke up Rin." Ran chided, bringing the baton to your pussy once more and teasing your needy hole. Slipping the tip of it into you made you melt across his lap, a relieved whine passing your lips.

"Please, Ran. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." The coo you used was designed specifically to coax him into folding, and sure enough he pushed his baton deeper into you with a soft huff of amusement.

"Like this?" His hum as he began fucking you with a sob invoking slowness made you wetter; his nonchalance just made you needier.

Your nodding, rocking back onto the warming metal, made him laugh. With his free hand, he brushed your hair from your face, hooking his thumb in your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. Obediently, you swirled the wet appendage around it and he twisted the angle as a reward.

Sparks of white started shooting across your vision as he bounced the baton against your gummy walls, hitting your g-spot relentlessly.

"Look at you! I can barely move it." Ran teased while you whimpered and moaned helplessly. Your orgasm knocked the wind out of you and he just chuckled, fucking you through it with unnerving efficiency.

"Good girl." A kiss landed on the top of your head and you went lax as he pulled his weapon free of your quivering walls.

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