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soubi122 · 4 months ago

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Dreaming of You - pt 1

A two part follow up from my mini series "Sweet Dreams".

WARNINGS: Mentions of death, murder, smut, alcohol, etc. MDNI - Please and thank you!

Months after your death, Izana found himself dreaming about you. As did the rest of Tenjiku. The soft sounds of your whimpers and moans filled the room the moment the moon was at its highest point in the sky. They would dream about the way you’d call their names while breathless and a mess underneath them. These dreams felt too real, they would wake up feeling the warmth of your lips and the heat of your body on theirs.

Your death was something that they didn't know was gonna hit hard. The forensics team ruled it a natural death, the victim went into cardiac arrest and died in her sleep. That's what was put in your death certificate. The cops suspected no foul play nor found any evidence that pointed them in any other direction. Your body was clear of any marks, assault or semen. There was no forced entry, your toxicology report came back negative with the exception of a bit of alcohol during dinner and you were a healthy woman.

Tenjiku's men attended your funeral, really they were the only ones that did. You had no family, few friends and no other acquaintances. Not even your coworkers or managers came to your funeral, despite working for them for several years.

Seeing the groundskeepers lower your coffin into the dirt - it made their stomachs turn. Especially Izana's. That night remained etched in his mind, it was a bitter sweet. Everyday he thinks about that night, the way you smiled, the way you tasted and the way your heart stopped beating.

"Anyone else still dreaming about her?" Shion asked while holding a shot glass in his hands. The men in the room mumbled a yes. They were having vivid dreams. “I can't stop dreaming of her.” Mucho says and presses his palms into his face, covering his eyes as if he's struggling to stay level headed. “Same.” Mochizuki confesses and things start to get rather awkward in the room as they felt uncomfortable talking about you and how lewd these dreams were. You were dead. “Almost every night, I hear her voice and she…” Kakucho says but his words trail off as he notices Izana's expression. Perhaps talking about you while he's here isn't the best idea. He was the one to claim you and take your life. Kakucho could only imagine what it felt like to be there at your final moments. His thoughts were interrupted when Izana spoke. “Does she call your name first?” His eyes were empty, it's as if he was staring into a void. “Or you only realize she's there when you feel her body on top of yours?” He said with a bit of guilt on his tongue.

Everyone paused for a moment to think. “Let me guess… She's wearing a white slip?” Rindou asks and he is met with an immediate response from Ran. “And by the time you're done fucking her, it's blood stained?” The room fell silent, everyone realized that they were all having the same dream. How? How was this possible when you didn't own any white sleepwear and there was no blood at the crime scene? Each of them began to repeat the vivid dreams and what went on. There were slight differences between them but all ended the same. They woke up feeling as if someone was in the room with them, as if they were actually making love to you.

Their discussion went well into the night, after hours they decided to head home, but a drunken Shion went to the cemetery to pay a visit to your grave. He was slowly walking up the rows looking for your plot, eerily enough he felt calm. Maybe it was liquor in his veins but he wasn't afraid. He continued to drink from the bottle of sake, of course he left Izana’s and took his comfort with him. When he reached your headstone, he crouched down and placed his hand on the cold slate. “If you wanted us to visit you baby, you could have just asked.” He says and feels tears prick his eyes. Tenjiku always prides themselves in not attaching themselves to people. However, you were different - you brought warmth to their lives. Despite the fact that they were getting attention elsewhere, your attention is what they fixated on. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the headstone. “We miss you.” He said softly. Never in a hundred years did he think he’d mourn for someone outside of Tenjiku’s leaders.

After several minutes of crying and wishing for you to come back, Shion poured sake into a shot glass and left it on the left side of the tombstone. He was about to stand up when he realized there was no noise in the cemetery. No crickets, no rustling of the trees, leaves or anything. It was dead silent. Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps behind him made him whip his head around. Who the fuck was out here at 1am? He started to freak out when everything got quiet again. Turning around to bid your grave goodbye, he saw something that almost made his heart stop. A pair of arms were hanging over the headstone as if someone was leaning on it. Shion threw himself back and away, when he looked up to see who the person was - he had completely lost his voice. “Hey…” That soft and sweet voice he's longed to hear rang in his ears. He couldn't believe his eyes, you were right in front of him.

“...(Y/N)?” He stutters and looks in disbelief, even rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Maybe it was the alcohol that was making him see things. He sees you swing around the headstone, sitting on it and lean slightly back. You were wearing that white slip that you wear in their dreams. Smiling, you spread your legs apart, even through the moonlight he could catch a glimpse of your heat. Lifting the slip above your thighs, you beckon him to come closer and he does so without hesitation. “Shion…” You almost whimper his name as he runs his hands along your thighs. The warmth of your skin felt too real and he couldn’t wrap his head around it. Gently tangling your fingers in his hair, you pull his face closer to your core, you want him to taste you.

He felt his heart pounding and his hands were trembling. Shion’s breath hitches as he inhaled your scent and gripped your thighs. Glancing up at you once more before he dove in, he made eye contact with you - your eyes were hazy. It’s that same look you had in his dreams. “Oh fuck…” He groans as his tongue makes a long swipe between your folds, tasting you and making you gasp. Everything felt like it was going so fast that by the time he realized you were grinding your hips into his face, he was losing himself. “Just like that! Don’t stop!” You moan into the night as he sucks on your bundle of nerves. He was eating you out as if it was his last meal on earth. Truth be told, he gave in to this little dream as he didn’t know when was the next time he’d be able to see you. What if he forgets about you one day? What if he forgets the way you taste, the way you sound or the way you feel? The thoughts were driving him mad. “(Y/N), baby - I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Shion whimpers as he hears your moans get louder. You were close.

“Mmnh…We should have told you-fuck, the truth.” He continues to apologize and puts more pressure on your clit with his tongue. His right hand begins to snake its way between your legs and he slides two digits in, curling his fingers to find your sweet spot. Throughout all those times he’s visited you in your dreams, eating you out was his favorite thing to do to you. Feeling how you clenched around his digits, he picked up his pace and made you scream out his name. Your juices coated his fingers and tongue, nothing compared to having you come undone.

The moment he pulled away to look up at you, your body slid down and your warm embrace made him feel whole. Without any further hesitation, he unzipped his slacks and let his desires take him even further. He penetrated your sopping cunt in one swift motion. He was enveloped with pure bliss. Shion proceeded to move your hips into his. Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that he was eating you out but he didn’t last. Those pathetic whimpers of desperation echoed across the empty cemetery as he filled you to the brim. A tender feeling on his neck made him gasp as he realized you were sucking on his pulse point. “(Y/N)...” He moaned. “Come visit me again my love.” Your voice echoed in his ear. The honey in your voice was slowing his heart beat, almost as if he was in a daze. His head started to feel fuzzy and his vision was going white. I feel like I'm gonna pass out… He thinks to himself before his body slums over in your arms.

*a few hours later*

“He's waking up.” A male voice echoes in the room. Shion could barely make out the figures in front of him. His eyes were bloodshot. “What the hell happened to you?” Another voice asks. When his eyes finally adjusted to the light, he realized he was at Izana's place surrounded by Tenjiku's men. He sits up immediately, shifting left to right - looking for you. “WHERE IS SHE?” He yells and continues to look around. Mochi firmly held him in place trying to calm him down. Several voices were swarming in Shion's head, too many people were talking, it was giving him anxiety and upsetting his stomach. “Everyone, shut up.” Izana says and the room goes silent in an instant.

After several minutes of silence, Shion was able to calm down and he explained to everyone what happened. It was hard to believe since he was drunk by the time he headed ‘home’ but the way he was explaining everything in such detail, the glow in his eyes, the tremble in hands - he was telling the truth. “You have no idea how you got here, do you?” Rindou asks. Shaking his head, Shion said no - he couldn’t recall what happened afterwards. Apparently he came back at 4:30am and knocked on Izana's front door until he opened it. He had no idea he was so close to getting punched in the face. The only reason he didn't was because Izana noticed the expression on his face. Within seconds he collapsed on the floor. The events weren't making sense.

Kakucho had a sinking feeling in his stomach, something wasn't right and someone else was bound to end up in the same state as Madarame.

Several days went by without incident, however… Mochi went to the cemetery to drop off some flowers. He was weary but opted to go during the day and sober, while the sun was still out. When he arrived, he noticed an empty shot glass on the grass, it looks like the caretakers haven't stopped by yet. Picking up the glass he put it on top of the head stone. He sighed at feeling the cold slate under his palm. He hated knowing that you could have been spared if they would have told you the truth. “Forgive us little lady, we didn't mean to hurt you.” He said while arranging the flowers on the metal rack. They were golden-rayed lilies. Their beautiful white and gold colors stood out against the dark slate. He sat there in silence for about 30 minutes, offering a prayer and closed his eyes. The light breeze kissed his skin and the fragrant flowers made him relax. The soft sound of the wind rustling the leaves in the distance was soothing. In another life (Y/N), we'd protect you… He says softly before opening his eyes. The moment he did, everything was dark…

“What the fuck?” He says outloud and notices that the sun has long since set. Quickly getting up on his feet, he made the immediate dash to his motorcycle. He didn't even bother looking around to see if anyone was there. He wasn’t going to run the risk of the same thing happening to him as it did to Shion. Zooming down the streets, he made it home and the moment he closed the door behind him. He paused, taking in a deep breath and exhaling, he needed to pull himself together. There was no way he was there for 6 hours. How did it go from 4:00 in the afternoon to 10:00 pm? His thoughts were interrupted when there was a knock on the door.

Knock. Knock.

The sound was light and almost a bit shy. He felt a bit uneasy opening the door, he didn't hear any footsteps when he was walking down the hallway nor did he see anyone in the hallways. “Yeah? Who is it?” He retorted rather cautiously. He was met with silence.

Knock. Knock.

Another knock at his door made a chill run down his spine. “Who the fuck is it?” He yelled and pressed his ear against the door. Waiting to hear some sort of movement or voice. The silence was unnerving. His door didn't have a peephole so he couldn't even check to see who or what was on the other side. He waited for 5 minutes before pulling away from the door. Whoever was there probably got tired of waiting and left. Taking 4 steps away from the door, the sound of another knock made him furious.

Mochi snatched the door handle and yanked the door open. What he saw made his throat go dry and left him in shock. “About time you open the door.” You giggled and walked into his apartment.

You. It was you.

The same woman he sees in his dreams wearing a white slip with a heavenly smile on her face. Mochizuki froze in place. His eyes followed your figure as it walked past the doorway. Your dainty hands gently pried his hand from the doorknob and closed the door. “(Y/N)...” He stuttered and felt your hand caress his. Slowly you brought his hand to your face, making him caress your cheek. The warmth in his palm felt real. Your skin was soft and warm, it felt alive. “I missed you.” You almost purr out as you come closer, slowly pressing your body against his.

His immediate reaction was to wrap his arms around you. Burying his face into your neck and breathing in your scent as if it were his only oxygen and lifeline. “Fuck… Please tell me I'm dreaming.” He mumbled while remaining buried in your neck. Your response was to wrap your arms around him and embrace him. Patting him on the head and playing with his braid. Pulling slightly away to look at your face, he notices your eyes - they are hazy and full of desire. “Kiss me.” Your sultry tone made him throw all reasoning out the window and he dove into your lips. Your warm and wet tongue was matching his pace, you two became a desperate mess of kisses and moans.

Before he knew it, he had you pinned against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist. Everything was going so fast, when did he unbutton and unzip his pants? Your white slip was already pushed up above your waist and you could feel the way his length was pulsing against your wet folds. “We should have told you the truth.” He moans huskily as his tip pushes past your tight entrance. He could see you struggle, almost gasping at the stretch and burn of his cock bullying its way inside you.

Every vein and inch could be felt. Your moans and whimpers echoed in his ear. Mochi paused to take a deep breath, you were clenching too tight, it was making it hard for him to move. Noticing the tears streaming down your cheeks, he placed gentle kisses on your cheek, trying his best to sooth the pain. “You can take me. Right, (Y/N)?” He pants in your ear before slowly moving his hips and back forth. Feeling your body relax and melt into him, he kissed your lips and set the pace. Your body weighed nothing in his arms. He kept you in place and continued to slow fuck you until your mind went numb. One of the rowdiest members of Tanjiku was giving you slow and passionate sex.

“Mhn! I’m gonna- oh fuck…” You barely could even speak as he was making your mind go blank. He picked up the pace to chase his high, making you cry out his name and burying your face into his neck. If this is what heaven felt like, he didn’t want to be sent back down to earth. He envied Izana for being the one to take your life. By the time he finished, he noticed you were biting his shoulder and he felt his body go numb. “Don’t forget about me…promise?” He hears you say before he completely loses all strength in his body and slides down to his knees. Everything went black.

The sound of his door being kicked in startles him awake and he finds himself in bed. He quickly gets up and finds Mucho and Kakucho by the doorway. “Where the fuck have you been? Why haven’t you answered any calls?!” Mucho yells at him as he storms towards his direction. Mochizuki looked confused and looked around the room. It was daytime, perhaps he was dreaming - right? “You’ve been MIA for three fucking days!” Mucho continues his yelling before Kakucho cuts in. “Are you alright though?” His tone was sincere and laced with concern. The air in the room felt heavy for a moment before Mucho’s words finally hit Mochi. “Wait, did you say three days?” He asks and feels his blood run cold. The others nodded and asked him where he was this whole time. “I went to the cemetery. But I swear it was daytime, I didn’t go at night. I was sober and…” Mochi’s words trailed off when he saw something on the floor. A single lily on the floor by the doorway. It didn’t make sense, he didn’t bring anything back with him - he had to be dreaming.

They decided to have a meeting. Izana prohibited everyone from visiting the cemetery until further notice. For the sake of our sanity, you cannot visit the cemetery, stay away from it at all costs. He was serious. Perhaps they were all just having a really hard time coming to terms with your death. They needed to focus on something else, get out and see more women or maybe get away from the city. It was rather unnerving, they couldn’t find the cause of these dreams nor an explanation to what was occurring. Them not being able to remember things could be a serious issue. If an accident were to happen, they could end up in the hospital, killing another person by accident or worse…they could die.

Two months had flown by without incident, everyone was doing fine and they didn’t have any dreams of you. It’s almost as if you stopped haunting them.

*in Mucho’s apartment*

He was having a hard time sleeping, he laid in bed tossing and turning. He shouldn’t have been taste testing so many different coffees all at once. The amount of caffeine in his system was making his heart race. He figured he’d just get up and sit in the living room and put something on. Mucho spent a few hours surfing channels as this late at night only infomercials were airing on the majority of the channels. He opted for something really boring in hopes that it would be enough to put him to sleep.

He finally settled on a random channel as he was getting annoyed. As the TV ran some old history documentary, he just sat there listening to every word and watched as the images played on the screen. He wasn’t all into the boring things but grew interested in fantasy, folklore and paranormal lore as they themselves were part of the unknown. They told stories from all over the world. The best ones that piqued his interest were from Native American folklore, Latino folklore and of course from his home country, Asian folklore. “Back in the middle ages and even up until the early 19th century, people would create a salt barrier to ward off evil spirits. In folklore and also all around the world, salt was seen as a sign of purity and protection…” The female narrator said while showing reenactments of people pouring salt in a straight line at the base of their doors and window sills. He chuckled. He found it funny how some believed that salt would protect them from anything. They weren’t deterred by salt, charms or really anything else as their intentions weren’t to harm. It was really just to feed, at first it was hard to control their hunger but with time they were able to manage it.

“In today’s day and age, you rarely see people with charms, salts or anything that indicates that the paranormal exists. However…there are some unexplained happenings that occur.” The narrator continued. “For example, a woman was found dead in her apartment in Yokohama 7 months ago.” The voice of the narrator changed, it went from dull to wicked, almost resentful. The change made Mucho sit up and he felt his blood run cold. This has to be some sort of coincidence right? I’m overthinking due to the caffeine in my system, I’m hearing things. He thinks to himself as he prepares to turn off the TV. It’s probably best for him to get some rest. “She didn’t know any better and thought she was loved and protected by the men whom she trusted the most.” The voice was now angry. He was frozen. The voice was speaking to him…? “No…we didn’t mean to hurt her.” He says to no one in particular. “Yes! You did! You knew what would happen and yet you ALL let it happen!” The voice retorted back with force. Mucho’s vision began to get blurry, tears were now streaming down his face as he felt his heart break. The room felt cold and he felt faint. They didn’t want to be blamed for your death, it was a harsh truth that they couldn’t face.

The sudden sensation of someone wrapping their arms around him made him turn around immediately. The person behind him was you. Your small frame was looming behind the couch, reaching over to embrace him. The angelic look on your face and smile, only made his heart drop. “Don’t listen to it, I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.” Your soft and gentle voice said. It did little to soothe the pain in his chest. “(Y/N)...” He stutters. Everything went silent. He couldn’t hear the sounds of the TV anymore or the voice of the angry narrator. He could only hear the sound of his heart pounding and your soft giggle. You pulled away only to climb over the couch and sit on his lap. “I missed you.” You say and press your lips against his, giving him a gentle kiss. “Am I dreaming…?” He mutters against your lips as you continue to kiss him.

Mucho began to feel warmth, the room that was once cold was now warm and he no longer felt like he was going to pass out. Your body was pressed against him and he could feel the way your heart was beating against him. “I need to feel you…all of you.” You whisper against his lips and fumble with his zipper. Breaking the kiss he caressed your cheeks and locked eyes with you. That beautiful hazy look in your eyes was enough to almost make him bust. He didn’t even question it or stop you. Even though he knew this was wrong or that this was a dream, he couldn’t stop it.

Releasing his throbbing member from their restraints, you look down at it and notice the leaky tip. The lewd squelching of your hand stroking his member could be heard going on and on. The husky groans and panting escaping his throat filled the room. He leaned back, closing his eyes and let the warmth of your hands fill the void in his heart.

Mucho had quite the stamina and discipline. Even after what felt like hours of you pleasuring him, he still wouldn’t finish, he refused to. Those throaty groans and exhales of bliss - it was soothing to hear. If only you were able to hear him and everyone else like this everyday… Even if you couldn’t actually sleep with them due to the…well, death by snoot snoot (coitus), you wished to hear them. With his large hands roaming your body he found ways to give your body pleasure. He didn’t want you to do all the work. Whether it was kneading your breasts, pinching and teasing your nipples, or snaking his hand between your thighs, he wanted to do something to hear your voice.

Your whines got louder when his fingers found that spongy spot that had your vision going white. “Ahn! Right there!” You cry out and feel that numbing sensation creep up your spine. Mucho snickers between his moans, he felt your hand squeeze his a cock a little tighter and pick up the pace. Seeing your face in total bliss, lit his fuse - he was gonna cum. Not waiting to waste the opportunity presented to him, he gripped your wrist, stopping your motions. You couldn’t even fight it, he was merciless. The combination of your thighs trembling and your juices coating his wrist, he knew he made you see the white pearly gates all over again.

You collapsed against his shoulder, panting and overall a mess. Mucho’s real plan kicked in, he didn’t give you even 3 seconds to breathe before he lifted your hips and sunk you down on his cock. The sudden intrusion made you scream out in pain and pleasure. Pain from being stretched out and pleasure as he made you cum again. “You came from me just putting it in? Fuck, (Y/N) - you’re such a good girl.” He coos in your ear and guides your movements. Slowly grinding you against him, he makes you feel his entire length - the fact that his veins were pulsing and rubbing against your velvet walls had you in daze.

Mucho felt you clench around him the moment he called you a good girl. Oh, she likes to be praised? He thinks to himself and smirks. “You’re taking me so well, princess.” He moans in your ear and feels your body shiver. What followed was you clenching again, sucking him in deeper and a little whimper escaped your lips. “Mhn…feels s’good.” You babble almost incoherently against his shoulder. Before you knew it, he was bouncing you up and down his cock. He kept praising you and telling you sweet nothings. Even if this was a dream, he wanted to make it up to you.

He got you to the point where you couldn’t take it anymore. You were an incoherent mess and moaning so loud that he thought his neighbors were going to start banging on his door. “I-ngh! I can’t anymore!” You cry out blissfully and dig your nails into his shoulders, making him flinch and grip your hips harder. The moment you called out his name, he felt his release clawing its way out and he painted your pretty walls white. Mucho felt the way your body collapsed against him, your head was resting on his shoulder and your heavy breathing was like music to his ears. He wrapped his arms around you and caressed the back of your head, gently stroking your hair and pressing you against him.

It felt surreal to have you in his arms, your body was hot and he felt your heart beating against his chest. There was no way this was just a dream. Mucho was smiling to himself and basking in the afterglow until the sudden sensation of a pinch on his shoulder snapped him out of his daze. Your teeth had his flesh between them in a rather crude bite. Before he could pull away, he felt his body go numb and he got lightheaded. The grip on your body loosened and everything went black…

END PT 1

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