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Hello!! If requests are still open can I ask for a Seonghwa/reader office fic? Ever since I've found that one office asmr video he did I can't stop thinking about it đ
Overtime Attraction
seonghwa x reader
oneshot | mdni
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Y/Nâs strict, no-nonsense boss Seonghwa calls them in for a late-night âwork sessionâ that quickly turns into way more than just project revisions
nsfw tags under
readers gender not specif. , top seonghwa, boss/employee, workplace tension, power dynamics, praise kink, slow burn, buildup, desk sex, possessive seonghwa, tension release, passionate make-out, teasing, thigh touching, mutual pining, eye contact, unguarded moments, lap straddling, finger teasing, deep kissing, after-hours intimacy, needy touches
Y/N hurried down the marble hallway, heels clicking in sync with the beat of the clock ticking on the wall. It was 8:59, and every second mattered when it came to Park Seonghwa. As their boss, he was notorious for his unwavering punctuality and no-nonsense attitude. Nothing frustrated him more than tardiness, and Y/N had been on the receiving end of his reprimands enough times to know they didnât want to push his patience any further.
Sliding into their desk just as the clock struck nine, Y/N let out a small sigh of relief. But the relief was short-lived. Seonghwaâs office door opened, and he stepped out with his usual commanding presence. He scanned the room, his sharp gaze briefly landing on Y/N, and for a moment, they could feel their pulse race.
âTeam meeting in the conference room. Now,â he announced, his tone clipped and direct. No unnecessary pleasantries. Just business as always.
Y/N grabbed their notebook, gathering themselves before following him. As they settled into their usual seat, they couldnât help but feel a rush of nerves. This project was crucial, and Seonghwa had been working them all hard to ensure everything went perfectly. His expectations were high, and they didnât want to be the one who let the team down.
Seonghwa took his seat at the head of the table, flipping through his notes with focused precision. He went over every aspect of the project, analyzing each detail and making it clear exactly what he wanted. His calm, authoritative tone filled the room, and Y/N found themselves hyper-aware of every word, jotting down notes to ensure they wouldnât miss a thing. But despite their efforts, Seonghwaâs expression remained as unreadable as ever.
At the end of the meeting, as everyone else began packing up to leave, Seonghwaâs gaze fell on Y/N. He raised an eyebrow, his face as composed as always.
âY/N, stay behind a moment.â
Y/N felt their stomach tighten with a mix of anticipation and dread. Had they made a mistake? They waited as the room emptied, glancing up at Seonghwa as he watched everyone file out. Once the door closed, he leaned back, his fingers steepled in thought.
âThereâs a section in your report from last night that has some errors,â he said, his voice firm but not unkind. âSome critical data was left out. Iâll need to go over it with you later to make sure itâs fixed before tomorrow.â
Y/N nodded, feeling a pang of embarrassment. Theyâd spent hours on that report, meticulously checking each line, but evidently, it hadnât been enough to meet his standards. âOf course, sir. Iâm really sorry about the oversightâI thought Iâd gotten everything.â
Seonghwaâs gaze softened, but only slightly. âI know you worked hard, and I appreciate the effort. But my standards are high for a reason.â He glanced at his watch. âI have meetings the rest of the day, so weâll handle this tonight after hours. Make sure youâre available.â
Y/Nâs heart skipped at the idea of being alone in the office with Seonghwa, especially given the tension that had been building between them over the past few weeks. There was something about himâhis intense focus, his precisionâthat made it hard not to be captivated by him. And though theyâd never admit it, the idea of a private meeting with him was thrilling.
âUnderstood,â they replied, maintaining their composure despite the rush of anticipation.
Throughout the day, Y/N worked tirelessly to finish other tasks while nervously glancing at the clock. The office gradually emptied, and by 7 PM, they and Seonghwa were the only ones left. As the last few coworkers waved goodbye, Seonghwa finally emerged from his office, his expression as composed as ever.
âY/N,â he called, gesturing for them to follow him. They stood up, clutching their notes and laptop, and walked into his office, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement settle over them as he closed the door behind them.
He sat down across from them, pulling up the document on his computer. âLetâs start from the top,â he said, his tone matter-of-fact as he scanned through the lines. They worked through the report, his voice low and steady as he pointed out each section that needed correction.
But as the minutes ticked by, the air between them grew more charged. Every time his hand brushed over the mouse, or his shoulder accidentally brushed theirs, Y/N felt their heart skip a beat. His closeness was almost dizzying, and the usual stoic, unbreakable mask he wore seemed to falter slightly as they moved through the corrections together.
At one point, as they both reached for the same section on the screen, their hands met, lingering longer than necessary. Y/N looked up, catching the flicker of something deeper in his gazeâa hint of warmth, of something that wasnât entirely professional. His fingers lingered on theirs, and he didnât pull away.
Seonghwa cleared his throat, finally releasing their hand. But his gaze remained intense, locked on them with an unreadable expression. âY/N,â he began, his voice lower than before, carrying a hint of vulnerability. âI⊠donât usually let things like this happen.â
Y/Nâs heart pounded. âMe neither,â they whispered, barely able to find their voice. There was something raw in his expression, something they hadnât seen before. And in that moment, the weight of his controlled, disciplined exterior finally broke.
He leaned forward, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from their face. âYouâve been working so hard,â he murmured, his fingers grazing their cheek with surprising tenderness. âBut I think thereâs been something between us for a while now.â
Y/Nâs breath hitched, and before they could respond, he closed the distance between them, his lips brushing softly against theirs. The kiss was gentle at first, almost cautious, as if testing the waters. But as they melted into his touch, his grip on their waist tightened, pulling them closer. His strict, measured demeanor fell away, replaced by a passion that left them breathless.
Seonghwa lifted them onto his desk, his hands exploring with a newfound freedom that left them shivering. He whispered praise, his words quiet and reverent, as if he were savoring each moment. âIâve wanted this for longer than I should admit,â he murmured against their skin, his voice thick with desire.
Y/N wrapped their arms around his neck, pulling him closer, their own restraint slipping away. The air was charged, heavy with everything unspoken between them.
Seonghwaâs lips brushed against Y/Nâs, deepening the kiss as his hands found their waist, pulling them flush against him. Y/Nâs legs shifted, one knee rising as they positioned themselves on his lap, their skirt hiking up as they straddled him. A low sound rumbled from his chest, sending a shiver down Y/Nâs spine as his fingers traced circles on their thighs.
âY/NâŠâ Seonghwaâs breath ghosted over their lips, his voice thick with a want he had carefully kept buried until now. âYou⊠have no ideaâŠâ
Y/Nâs fingers traced up to his tie, tugging it slightly, silently urging him closer. He let out a soft groan, pressing his hips forward so they could feel the evidence of his own need. His hands traveled up their sides, grazing over the fabric of their blouse, his touch just shy of indulgent.
âMore,â Y/N whispered, the word escaping them in a needy breath. They felt their pulse quicken as his hands finally traveled to cup their face, his thumb brushing softly over their bottom lip before trailing down, brushing over the sensitive spot at the base of their neck.
A sly smile played on Seonghwaâs lips as he watched their reactions, reveling in every hitch of their breath and the faint flush on their cheeks. âOh, you want more?â His voice held a note of control, deep and rich, as if he was savoring each moment of their unraveling.
âYesâŠâ they murmured, and he raised an eyebrow, his hands sliding back down to grip their waist firmly. They gasped softly as he lifted them onto his desk, his expression darkening as he took in the sight of them, legs spread just enough to reveal the hint of lace at the edge of their skirt.
He leaned in, capturing their lips again, a little rougher this time, his gloved hand reaching to cradle their cheek while his other hand trailed to their thigh, inching upward with a slow deliberateness. Each kiss became more intense, more consuming, until they felt dizzy with need. His thumb traced small circles on the bare skin just below the hem of their skirt, his lips moving to trail down their neck, nibbling softly as he went.
Y/Nâs hands clutched the back of his blazer, pulling him close as he teased them, letting out a quiet whimper as his hand finally ventured to the edge of their underwear. âSeonghwa, pleaseâŠâ
He smiled against their skin, his breath warm as he whispered, âShh, weâre not alone yet. Do you really want someone to hear?â But despite his caution, his thumb pressed into them through the fabric, earning a muffled gasp from Y/N as they bit their lip to keep quiet.
"Good. Just like that,â he murmured, his voice heavy with approval, as he toyed with them, keeping the touch just light enough to drive them wild with need. âBe good for me, and Iâll give you exactly what you want.â
Unable to contain their need any longer, they pressed their hips up to meet his touch, their body aching for more as he continued to tease, his fingers tracing soft circles around their most sensitive spot, still separated by just a thin layer of fabric. His control, his restraint, was maddening, and he relished every second of watching them unravel under his touch.
With his other hand still steady on their cheek, he finally whispered against their lips, âHold on to me, Y/N.â
Seonghwaâs voice was steady and sure, like he was holding the reins even as the world tilted beneath them both. Y/Nâs pulse quickened, their hands clutching his shoulders, fingers digging into the firm line of his back. His words echoed in their mindâHold on to me. They did as he commanded, wrapping their legs around his waist, drawing him closer still, as he continued his slow, torturous exploration.
His fingers traced the waistband of their underwear, skimming over their skin just enough to leave a tingling path. He maintained eye contact, a look of both mischief and fierce intent in his gaze, as if savoring the power he held in their shared secret, here, alone in his office after hours. Y/N was panting softly, struggling to keep quiet even as their restraint unraveled under his measured, relentless touch.
Seonghwaâs lips met the edge of their jawline, and he brushed his nose along their cheek, lingering by their ear. His whisper was barely audible, but it sent a shiver down their spine. âYouâre so beautiful like this, Y/N,â he murmured. âSo responsive⊠so ready for me.â
Y/Nâs head tilted back, giving him access to the curve of their neck, and he didnât waste the opportunity. His lips trailed down, placing open-mouthed kisses along their throat, teeth grazing just enough to leave a whisper of pressure before he soothed each spot with his tongue. His hand slid up their thigh, and this time, he didnât stop at the edge of their underwear. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding their center, slick and warm with anticipation.
A shaky breath escaped Y/N as his fingers began to move, slow and sure, teasing and tracing over every sensitive spot he discovered. Y/Nâs hands found his tie again, tugging at it reflexively as their head fell back, eyes fluttering shut as they lost themselves in the sensation. His touch was skilled, and the friction drove them to the brink, each movement adding fuel to the smoldering fire between them.
âLook at me,â he commanded, his voice low, a trace of roughness seeping into his usually controlled tone. Y/Nâs gaze met his, and the intensity in his eyes made them feel as if they were laid bare, every inch of desire on display for him alone. He didnât look away, his fingers moving with greater purpose now, watching every small gasp and whimper, reveling in the effect he had on them.
When he finally withdrew his hand, Y/N bit back a whine of protest, only to feel him shift them back on the desk, guiding them to lie back. The cold surface beneath was a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from his body as he loomed over them, lips curved in a self-assured smirk.
âBe patient, Y/N,â he whispered as he leaned down, his hands tracing the curves of their body before he carefully unbuttoned their blouse, his touch gentle yet decisive. âWe donât want to rush this⊠not after all that time spent building up to it.â
With each article of clothing he removed, his gaze became more intense, drinking in the sight of them with an appreciative, possessive gleam. When they were finally bared before him, he let his hands roam, mapping every inch of them, his touch both comforting and electrifying.
His lips claimed theirs again, and this time, there was no restraint. His kiss was demanding, consuming, his hands gripping their hips as he settled between their legs. They could feel the hard press of him against their core, both of them beyond any semblance of control. His fingers laced with theirs as he aligned himself, pressing forward with an exquisite slowness that made them gasp. His forehead rested against theirs as he whispered, âYouâre mine tonight, Y/N. Every part of you.â
With every thrust, his control slipped just a bit further, and he abandoned the careful restraint he had kept around his desire for so long. They clung to each other, their shared need overcoming any lingering hesitations, their breaths mingling in the heated silence of the empty office.
Each movement was a promise fulfilled, a long-held tension finally released, as he guided them to the brink, his voice a steady, grounding presence in their ear, murmuring words of praise and desire that left them trembling beneath him. And as they reached their peak together, Seonghwaâs name fell from Y/Nâs lips in a breathless whisper, echoing into the quiet, marking the end of one kind of distanceâand the beginning of something far more consuming.
They stayed close, breaths slowing as they held each other, still entangled on his desk. Seonghwaâs fingers gently traced along their arm, as if reluctant to let them go, even now. He smiled, soft and real, his usually sharp expression softened in a rare, unguarded moment.
âTomorrowâŠâ he began, a hint of amusement in his voice, âyou might just have to stay late again.â
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twelve - hello kitty bandages (wc : 600; cw : blood)
itâs late, heâs sitting on her washing machine, sheâs standing between his legs. a pile of blood soaked tissue paper and cotton pads fills the bathroom sink. a spray bottle of disinfectant in hand, the kind that stings. every so often, he winces, and she mumbles some curse word under her breath. sheâs not a fucking nurse, heâs an idiot, he should've went to a hospital, it fucking wonât stop bleedingâŠ
heâs being as quiet as he can. things were weird between them since the other night, and what his friends told him has been silently haunting the back of his mind. but after running out of the locker room with a busted lip and blood dripping down his hand and face, he could only think of one place to go. thatâs how he ended up here, and even if it hurts, he has no regrets.
sheâs focused, biting her lower lip in concentration, and under the dim light coming through the curtains, she looks beautiful.
when sheâs done, his face is covered in hello kitty bandages.
she comes back from the kitchen with a bag of frozen peas, holding out her hand. he places his bruised hand in hers.
she holds the bag a few inches away from his knuckles before speaking, âtell me what happened.â
he shakes his head. âyou donât need to know.â
her brows furrow, âdonât try to protect me.â
sheâs holding up his gaze. she wonât give up until he explains.
he looks down at his hand. with a sigh, he whispers, âshion was talking shit.â
âabout me?â
he nods, he still wonât look into her eyes. âyou sure you wanna know?â
âiâm sure.â
ââŠhe called you a slut. said you âbegged for itâ, he asked me if i âhit that yetâ. i donât remember what he said after that. i snapped. before i knew it, my fist was in his nose.â
he takes a quick look at her face, sheâs lost in thought for a moment.
âthanks⊠i guess,â she mutters, as she sets the peas on his bruise. she stares in his eyes. she presses down hard on his hand, as if to emphasize her words. âbut iâm not a damsel in distress. i donât need you to defend my honor.â
âespecially if youâre gonna get hurt.â she doesnât say it, at least not with her words, but he reads it in her gaze. then again, maybe he only sees what he wants to see.
he winces, and with chuckle he whispers, âyeah i know.â
hesitantly he reaches for her hand and links his uninjured fingers with hers. his thumb draws soothing circles into her skin. her shoulders relax.
âi hope he looks worse than you.â
âoh trust me, he does.â he smiles, the tear in his lip threatening to bleed again, before continuing, âsorry i wonât look nice on our date tomorrow.â
she shifts her weight on her feet, âdonât worry about that.â
she inches forwards, wrapping her arms around his neck. he rests his head on her shoulder, closing his eyes. he places his hand on the small of her back, holding her closer.
he nuzzles his face into her hair, mumbling, âi should get going,â making no effort to move at all.
âand what? walk back to your place in this state?â
âsomeone can come pick me up.â
she insists, "did he hit you on the head? don't be an idiot. stay the night."
he chuckles, as he tightens his hold on her, the frozen peas falling on the ground. âokay.â
fun facts
atsumu was too upset about the loss to notice yn sneak away.
the bandages are yachiâs, it's all they had left.
yn's roommates went to celebrate the win but she wasn't in the mood to go with them.
atsumu and yn planned their date before the party and she was debating canceling it.
author's note
i really like this one :)
the men in this universe are lovely
play dumb! - next
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By the power vested upon me (lol), I am now announcing the official winner of the Hermits and The Olympians Fanfiction Contest :] !
Once again, to remind everyone, the winner was chosen through amount of kudos/votes/likes and can choose from either prizes; a comic based on their submitted work or requested rendered art.
All submissions have been acknowledged to be amayzin' so I encourage everyone to read everyone's works nonetheless if they won or not :)
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I will protect you (at least I'll try) by @star-cluster-nyx & @tallassredwood
Officially congratulations to our winners for the contest! Your fanfic has genuinely been a heartwarming experience. Grian and Pearl had nothing but each other, but sibling relationships aren't always that pretty. You showed that relationship dynamic really well in a very fun style and pacing.
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like roots, burrowing by @unreliable-bean
Our first submission and one of the works that won over our Mumscarian hearts </3 (after wrangling it around with angst for a few scenes /j). A mix of Minecraft mechanics and PJO mechanics is always fun! You fused them really well with such a nice pacing. The use of Scar's abnormal origins was a good touch to provide solutions to the conflict. Exciting writing as always :D
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Iâll always be there (sparkling and shining) by Munchkin1156
Always a joy to see Grian-centric fics, thank you for submitting this! With the addition of the watchers to an unseemingly normal PJO AU, you've written the journey of Grian under their influence really well! A shame that the image still won't load on the link, but I would also like to say that your friend's art was amayzin'! An amazing drawing paired with an amazing work :]
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The Saint of Apollo by Nerdking14 Thank you for participating, genuinely. I know you've been writing about this even since before the fanfiction contest was announced and I truly commend you for putting your time, effort, and wonderful writing for our darling Empires campers. The way you adapted the previous small drabbles and headcanons to your story was exciting and I was happy those were done justice. You did justice to Camp Empires and I'm sure the gods would commend you for that too.
Oracle of Delphi by ethotek Mod [Hyunjin Yoon] expressed personal favorite to our dearest oracle. Extremely in love with how you adapted Gem's little complicated background into your writing. Lovely work that captured Gem's confusion and inner doubts really well :) This would've been a joy to delve deeper into through a comic, but let's return to it another time!
You were able to settle Gem into her home! But is she truly there?
It had always been just a game by Linny Heartwrenching, but captures well the realistic losses demigods would inevitably go through in a mythological world as teenagers. Gruesome, but filled with love for your ships' dynamics. Very good work :]
Again, thank you everyone who participated and even supported/read everyone's works. Although it pains me that I cannot give anything to everyone to show my gratitude, I simply wish you continue to enjoy your time here even if I cannot be much!
From the depths of the Underworld, to the vastness of the Seas, to the freedom of the Skiesââ Thank you very much for checking out Hermits and The Olympians! GGs to all participants!
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A recent post in the mumbo jumbo tag has me thinking abt my old dsmp x hermitcraft au from like. 2-3 years ago so here's some 4am rambles abt it!!! Reminder that it's c! not cc! yada yada you get it
Grian being Tommy is a given. Like they're an inch away from being the same person. It's so obvious. Grian is a generally very confident guy, though it's mostly a façade and he's pretty easily broken if you do/say the right things.
Mumbo fits pretty easily into Wilbur's role - not for any real reason, but I also fully believe Mumbo has the capability to go from definitely not a drug van to blowing up said drug van in the name of "captain goes down with his ship" because if he can't have it no one can
To continue with sbi I kind of struggled on who would be Techno, but then. Doc. Because who else??? I fully believe Doc would find some way to automate netherrite mining to make enough gear for an army (however small it may be.) Also the image of him kind of being brothers with Mumbo and Grian is so funny. Doc would 100% support Mumbo going on a villain arc and would also summon a wither while waxing poetic about heroes and villains and how everyone but him is kinda the bad guy because. That's kinda what he already does??
Scar. Scar is hard because I really like the image of him being Schlatt as a reference to s7, but I think he works better as Tubbo. Scar is underestimated imo, and I think Tubbo's whole arc meshes really well with Scar as a character. Also the tragedy in the "who am I without you?" "yourself." Really fits Grian and Scar??
I still haven't figured out Ranboo so. If anyone has any suggestions please lmk.
For Phil I think Xisuma really helps round out sbi. Again not for any real reason - out of everyone I've mentioned so far, I know the least about Xisuma - but I am feral for the very familial bond he and Mumbo seem to have and. Well.
I really like Cub as Quackity. It started when Scar was originally Schlatt as a reference to Convex, but I can totally see Cub in Quackity's casino arc. Otherwise I don't know a lot about him so if anyone has a better idea lmk!!
Pearl is Niki. Given the life series, I can totally see Pearl getting super attached to L'manburg, then feeling utterly betrayed by it and burning down the tree but she secretly never stopped caring about it. She's already lost her life for that country, and she's willing to die for it again, even if that country died alongside her in that control room. Unfortunately I still don't have anyone for Eret/Jack :(
Getting a little off topic, I think Ren would make a good Sam. I believe wholeheartedly that whatever lore Ren has going on that he would do a story where he literally is just Sam. Ren is another character I don't know too much about so again if there's any other suggestions. You get it.
I think that's everything I have so far tbh. I've been pacing in circles trying to figure out who would be Dream and I think figuring him out would help the whole rest of the au but. Yeah. Again suggestions are very much appreciated because this was originally a crack au when I first got into hermitcraft right after my dsmp hyperfixation lol
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because i mean. i saw that exemplary ebg documentaryâąïž so immediately i knew you were gonna be a supportive and kind soul right off the bat???
genuinely, ty for coming into my life đđ»
HELPAHUIHFDRUIR IM NOT INTIMIDATING??
Damn, thank God for that EBG thread cause that. that took ages to do (/exag cause it took days BAHAHAHA)
People say that I am thought but yk how it be fr, Im a menace but not that big of a menace
(not to bedo though BAHAHAHAHAHA sorry sir but I am your biggest menace that will always go "this u?" when you do smth suspicious in EBG era. smfh /exag)
Honestly Im surprised you got supportive + kind vibes from the documentary cause I. lost sleep over it and esp when I was waiting for updates BAHAHAHAHA ITS LIKE "Oh I didnt plan this out" (ends up doing it to fuck with others online)
I swear sometimes I go "I shouldn't invest this much in a mystery online"
And I still do anyway smfh /j
but all jokes aside, ty to YOU as well for coming to my life in the means of a calm before the storm (storm being EBG) and for feeding into my hyperfixation of Genshin <3 (/p)
(Although my interest + hyperfixation on it has been waning, I still think abt the ideas for AUs we had in threads and I STILL need to reply to one of them... probably when I'm not going "...????" @ Genshin)
(sorry Genshin but I am too invested on IDV to uh. give a shit. oops.)
#đč | navi speaks#đč | tea time with: meirin#đč | navi plays: ask games#;; my relationship w/ genshin is like titanic#;; its all fine and nothing is going awry till I stopped playing#;; which is hilarious but sad#;; and after a few more patches#;; life hits the fan#;; and overall focusing on other games/fandoms to really... put as much as i did before#;; I do wish I can get back to it but oh well#;; but sometimes it comes around through our ideas + many others and I still giggle as I think abt them#;; its v silly and I still laugh at calling haitham mantits#;; alhaitham (derogatory)#;; wait why am I ranting on tags HELP IM SORRY#;; HAIUHDFURI#;; i enjoy talking about shit unrelated to the topic on god someone help#;; but yes uh#;; genshin thoughts + losing interest/hyperfixation aside#;; i rlly cherish you as a close friend and i'll never let it go#;; EBG was probably the easiest for us to meet because on god the amount of effort I put in#;; and the investment i did on the silly event#;; gdi#;; BAHAHAHAHAHA#;; i still want to rattle dorian but alas#;; maybe some other time BAHAHAHAHAHA#;; EBG feels like some fever dream w/o the documentaryâąïž and thats saying. something BAHAHAHAHAHA#;; anyways rant over ty for coming to my ted talk
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I love them. English speakers talk like moths
If this blog wins, they could run the text of the winning announcement, and determine the post's genus and species!
They're also very good about tagging the type of creature depicted in the results, so as long as you mute tags of creatures you don't want to see, it's a very fun time seeing iconic legacy posts (and new submissions) being reduced down to a string of letters and assigned a random species of fish or moth or something!
uhh itâs cool
BLAST
There are so many weird bugs in the world
Yippee!!
If, as Haldane said, God has an inordinate fondness for beetles, then surely this blog proves that Tumblr has an inordinate fondness for moths.
Top tier blog as a geneticist, I love seeing obscure organisms and MOTH
Admin got rate limited after trying to blast the bee movie
the knowledge of biology to pull this off (i have taken one biology class in my life) and also the work to find all the strings honestly deserves quite a bit of praise
This gimmick blog has it all: science, pictures of animals, interaction with the text of other peoples' posts, interesting information, and a unique and fun premise. As a biologist, I'm rooting for hellsitegenetics to reach the end and take the tournament, because it is truly a standout among gimmick blogs.
If they win, perhaps this blog too shall become a cool organism :3
@making-you-in-spore
Incredible works of art from a limited medium, the blog favors quality over quantity and I am always in awe when a dancing creacher in Spore [2008] crosses my dash.
His spores often take him multiple hours to create, and he will go through astounding amounts of effort to commit to the bit. He made his cull poll in spore and then blew it up. Hes also super responsive and active and seems really eager to share his creation techniques and spread the joy of making things in spore [2008]. His blog almost singlehandedly sparked a significant resurgence in interest and playerbase of a 16 year old game that most people see as nothing but a meme. Hes just a guy who likes spore [2008]
i say vote for making you in spore because seeing them blow up their opponents after they win is hilarious
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#some tag rambles bc im having a bunch of loz thoughts to hey why not do a short lived tag ramble#starting with the bad i have thought more on how i feel totk fucked up its characters and its like. yeah any arcs that are there are bad#zeldas is dogshit all of the sages are just. VERY tell no show and it really doesnt matter and otherwise idk#nothing wrong with a static character but imo with a static character you then have to show more of them#reveal some things. also doesnt really happen. the main speaking cast are also kinda weak in relation to link#they dont really work off of him very well bc hes⊠not treated like a character. hes just some virtuous everyman in the story#so theres no actual chemistry between him or the other characters bc he isnt treated a character so like. he has almost no chemistry#its all mostly one sided and none of the sages but zelda have any real chemistry with other major characters either#and the major characters zelda has chemistry with barely matter so fuck it. like when ppl talk abt like. loz stories#and ppl talk abt how yeah they arent the best but totk is rlly bad. i dont feel like any other loz stories are baaaaad#not in the same way. but they dont feel as egregiously fumbled. imo its bc of the characters most of them time#ofc story can be strong enough and im not discounting stuff like mm and oots themes and atmosphere and stuff#it seeeems to me the most popular non zelda sage is tulin? but mostly bc hes a sweet kid and thats fine and all but there doesnt seem to#be much else to him hes otherwise kinda unremarkable bc he just doesnt do much else and seems to exists mostly to serve gameplay and plot#botw did it better bc the champions actively had a dynamic and a relationship with link they arent the deepest but they have more substance#botw zelda is arguably the strongest character in botw with a unique personality and genuine relationship to link even if we just see it#in the memories and seeing her warm up to link is cool but imp they fumble it in the ending of her arc and how it kinda contradicts stuff#and in totk they doubled the fuck down on her unlocking her powers for reasons related to link and decided ig shed figure she needs to be#links forever bestie and hypeman and she kinda just revolves around him in a really superficial way and this is the negative extreme#of a character being bolstered by being connected to link. but anyways in loz its the characters that tend to be the strongest points#and the characters with a clear dynamic and relationship to link shine the most. think groose ghirahim ravio midna fi marin linebeck sheik#the list could go on but the characters who get a chance to shine by interacting with the Player Character are the ones who stick out#and ofc they get more screen time but they cant avoid that character development or general character fleshing out bc they are in some way#tied to link and in a sort of way link himself is more fleshed out through how those other characters react to him if that makes sense#i think loz is at its best when a good bit of emphasis and effort is placed on characters and character relationships#and when thise relationships and character are written well ofc this fucking matters too#anyways thats why ph is one of the best we love our character heavy black sheep them ds characters carry so hard and so fucking well mwah
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LOVER'S QUARREL
- fushiguro megumi x reader
âi can't do this anymore.â you and megumi are just too different; he's stoic, you're bubbly, he prefers solitude, you love being social. it starts with fights, words you don't mean, and ends with an event that would haunt him for a long time to come.
genre/warnings: angst, breaking up, post-breakup feelings, mentions and description of injury and blood, hurt/comfort, fluff in the end (you make up!)
note: dear god iâm finally getting this out of my drafts. loosely inspired by real life events iâve seen around my friendâs relationship sooo it might hurt a bit đ€đ» but who can say no to angst to eventual fluff? tagging @lees-chaotic-brain and @kasumitenbaz (as per request in the ask!), you two are always here for my megumi works, thank you!! :3 and thank you for dropping by for the event!
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Everyone pointed it out as a joke, that you liked him way more than he did you.
And you used to never let it ruffle you. To you, Megumiâs sternness and silence meant that he was comfortable with you. You never wanted him to change his ways just because now you were seeing each other.
But when you thought it over now, as you stood before him with an aghast expression and knives stabbing your kind, soft heart, you couldnât help but do a double-take.
You were the one who confessed first. Most of the time, you were the one who initiated dates. You always texted him first, asking about his day, and even when he brushed you off, you would keep being this ball of sunshine and wished him a good day.
You never realized it before⊠that through everything, it has always been you. Unfailingly.
So how dare he spout this now?
âI can't do this anymore.â
"You... can't?" you spat out, feeling the first tendrils of anger course through you. "What exactly it is that you can't do? What do you even mean?"
"Look," Megumi stared at you squarely, and you thought now, that it was the coldest of eyes, straight and true. "It's always been like this between us lately. It's only right that we end this."
This, he said. He didn't even want to define your relationship anymore.
You scoffed. "And why do you think we always end up this way? Have you ever considered, even once, that it's because you make no effort at all?"
"I'm trying," Megumi quickly replied, almost in a hiss, and you almost recoiled. "But I just see that we'll end up nowhere, that's why I'm bringing this up now."
Oh, that freaking hurts. You boyfriend had just told you that this relationship would go nowhere. Right in your face.
Your eyes stung with tears, yet you fought to hold them back, fixing your gaze on the lamp overhead and inhaling deeply.
"You're... selfish," you stated, filled with ire. "You're always walking around eggshells around me, never telling me what is it that you really wantâ"
Megumi's unclouded eyes fixed on your trembling form. "We just disagree on a lot of things. You know it and it bothers you. It bothers me too. Rather than forcing our relationship, I think it's betterâ"
"It's always me!" you yelled then, lips quivering and eyes watering, unable to hold your emotions back any longer. "All dates, lunchesâeverything!" you locked your eyes with him, in mocking disbelief. "How can you say you're trying when, in truth, I'm the one putting in so much for us?!"
In that very second, Megumi thought that he hated seeing you like this. You were supposed to be the cheerful one in this relationship, and when he agreed to go out with you, he made an unspoken commitment to himself that he would at least not make you miserable.
And yet...
"...I'm sorry."
Came his reply, and you were sure that this was it.
And to rub the salt in your wound, he added, "I can't lie to you and say I haven't thought this for a while too."
As tears welled within you, you wondered and questioned what you lacked that led to this. However, the overwhelming sense of betrayal consuming your thoughts ultimately prevailed over any other emotions.
Now he could've appeared before you as a stranger and you wouldn't bat an eye, as the cold steel in his tone said, "And if blaming me is what it takes to make you feel better, then so be it."
You couldn't pinpoint the source of your sudden boldness, but in the next hot minute, you marched past him, your shoulder harshly colliding with his in a deliberate, almost spiteful mannerâwhich, indeed, was your intentionâand then you ran.
Which led to the next scene: you found yourself bawling your eyes out in the girls' lavatory.
Yuji and Nobara saw everything unfolding right before their eyes. They hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but you and Megumi were literally breaking up right the middle of their shared classroom, and it was hard not to follow the discourse until the end.
"Are you okay?" Nobara had come to your side, ensuring privacy by locking the restroom door out of your consideration. You were a sobbing mess, attempting to wipe the overflowing tears away while letting out all your emotions.
"He's..." Your voice faltered amid sobs as you gazed at your steadfast friend, your throat clogging up. "He said... he's been wanting t-to... break up with m-me..."
"That's okay, that's okay..." Nobara brought you to her arms, patting your back in reassurance. "Fushiguro is insensitive like that... don't cry over him now. He's just a wimp, okay?"
"Why is it me?" you asked her, voice brittle, still shaking with tears. "I t-tried everything! Being the supportive girlfriend..."
"If he can't appreciate what you did, then the problem lies with him," your friend stated, traces of irritation brewing in her resolute gaze. And as she firmly grasped your wrist, her next words resonated. "Not you."
. . .
"Do you really have to break her heart like that?" Yuji fidgeted with his hoodie, staring at his best friend with a blend of confusion and sympathy.
Megumi sighed, finally ruffling his hair into a mess, as if expressing his own state of mind. âThis is for the best.â
Yujiâs eyebrows visibly creased. âHow is this âfor the bestâ? Sheâs miserable, and youâŠâ he assessed him, scanning him from head to toe, âit doesnât seem youâre faring any better too.â
âThe longer she is with me, the unhappier she will be.â Megumi glanced at the bathroomâs direction. âShe can deserve better.â
He was always too quiet, too boring, not able to match your energy too. He couldnât fault you for expecting more, whereas he was just not exactly built for your expectations.
Megumi really thought he wanted it to end. At one point, it even felt like a chore, butâŠ
How strange. Why did it feel like something was clawing at his chest?
Time heals. Megumi knew that by theory, but he really did see it firsthand when he saw you all giggling and happy again three weeks after he initiated the breakup.
With Hakari.
âYo, what are you glaring at?â Panda asked, but Megumi didnât pay him any mind.
An upperclassman, Hakari Kinji, was naturally cool and talented. He was laid back, knew how to have funâall in all, a total opposite of Fushiguro Megumi altogether.
Three weeks. Itâs only been three weeks since then.
âMegumi?â
Wait⊠Arenât three weeks too fast to get over your ex?
âMegumi!â
âHuh?â he turned to the sentient panda with a jerk. âOh, what is it?â
He looked at him with a concerned gaze. "Why do you look so scary? It's almost as if you're about to punch someone..."
But who was he to argue? He had no right to be upset now.
"Is it Kinji?" Panda gasped, finally putting two and two together when he followed his line of sight. "Oh Megumi... but youâ"
"Just shut up, please," he blurted then, a hint of annoyance in his tone. With that, Panda didn't pursue it further, leaving him with his thoughts.
From where he was at the field, he could clearly see your radiant smile for Hakari. It was clear that the two of you shared a degree of friendship, but Megumi never knew that you two were that close.
...huh?
Why did the sight irritate him so suddenly? Why did his chest twinge again?
What a fool. You're the one driving her away, you idiot.
Suddenly these memories popped up one by oneâ
Of you suddenly hugging him from behind in an attempt to surprise him.
How he pressed his lips on the crown of your head when you fall asleep on his shoulder.
How you would give him that dopey smile when he pulled you close.
But on harder days after missions gone wrong, heâd ignore you altogetherâ the slight disappointment in your smile then. How your expression fell when he told you to go. How you slumped and looked back in hopes of him changing his mind.
âHaaaah.â Megumi turned away, unwilling to keep watching you any longer. Why? Why hadnât it occurred to him before now?
Why did he long for you now? Why not before, when you were still his?
They were right. It seems people tend to desire what isn't meant for them.
What could have been more painfully awkward than being sent into a mission with your ex-boyfriend?
You would kill Gojo for this. Or at least give him the lowest possible score in his teaching evaluation for the year. How could he? Your breakup was an infamous public spectacle, so this setup was undoubtedly intentional!
You were losing your head over this, and yet your ex-boyfriend...
"Keep your guard up," Megumi reminded curtly, in a warning tone. He looked as vigilant and straight as always, as if he wasn't even bothered.
You threw him a dirty look, offended. "You don't have to tell me twice."
This just cranked up the discomfort to an excruciating level. The mix of unresolved tension and memoriesâokay, you might be an emo, but how were you supposed to be cool with all of these hanging in the air?
Your site of exorcism was an abandoned warehouse, and the cursed spirit in question was supposed to be a grade 3. You two were grade 2 sorcerers now, so you were a perfect fit to exorcise it. But there was indeed this unease in the air that you couldn't put your finger to.
"Isn't it awfully too quiet?" you unwittingly muttered, staring at the darkness of the wall. You couldn't feel any cursed energy belonging to any possible malevolent entity, and that was what unsettled you the most.
Megumi frowned at your line of sight. "It is. Stay close."
You blinked at what he said, and before you knew it, the familiar scent of him being near to you made your entire body burst with this equally familiar warmth. When you looked up to him, seeing the solid sharpness in that dark eyes of his and his jaw set, dead butterflies in your chest rose back to life again, against your heartbreak and better judgement.
Stay close, he said... So he is worried...
And in an attempt to hide how flustered you were, you looked down.
You walked a few good steps, when suddenly he asked, "So, are you with Hakari-senpai now?"
"Huh?" You spun around, your expression a mix of surprise and confusion.
"You two seem close."
Seem close? Seem close... wait, so Megumi had noticed...?
Suddenly, you felt incited and it made you angry. "That's none of your business," your voice carried a sharp edge, hissing. And you knew you were being a bit mean by adding, "You broke up with me, so why do you even care?"
In that moment, Megumi could've sworn his chest throbbed. Your cutting tone pierced directly into his heart, lodging itself there.
You had all rights to be annoyed, and he knew that. Why did that question even slip out of him?
"Nah, nevermind," he mumbled in response, looking away.
Awkwardness lingered afterwards. You hated this, but no, you weren't above being petty. He had broken your heart and it still stung even now. If your intentionally biting words did to him even a fraction of what he made you feel, then you would find a small sense of satisfaction in it.
But you weren't able to ponder about your mess of feelings further when Megumi abruptly yanked your arm, his voice soaking with urgency, "It's here!"
Sure enough, the grotesque cursed spirit with the shape of a giant bee broke through the walls with a bang. The two of you immediately readied your fighting stance. Megumi was ready with his divine dogs, while you with your cursed weapon.
For a while, you engaged the cursed spirit with all you had. You were trying to focus on the enemy, but you couldn't help but notice the way Megumi always looked at you every few seconds, checking for any signs of injury or harm.
Frankly speaking, he trusted your strength and knew that you were a capable sorcerer. You had been paired in a mission before and he knew both your potential and shortcomings. It was just there was something about this place that had his senses on high alert.
And his fears were proven true when you yelped and were flung onto the grimy floor. "Y/N!"
"I'm fine!" you shouted in a rush, scrambling to your feet. However, as you spun towards him, your scream tore through the hall as you caught sight of the bee lurking behind him. "Megumi!"
He got distracted. The bee quickly latched onto him and almost stung him, until he wrestled it off and summoned Nue and exorcised it.
You went to his side that instant. "Are you okay?!"
"I am." But then he winced and almost fell on his knees if you didn't have a secure grip on him. He savored your touch and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that now you two were safe.
"Megumi! Oh god!" Panic surged through you as you pulled him close. His side was bleeding, and you widened your eyes at the sight.
"I'm okay, I promise," he rasped, looking you in the eyes. "What aboâ"
Then you saw it, the flicker from deep from that corner of platform, and suddenly, you grasped the source of the unease that had been lingering within you all this time. It wasn't the bee Megumi had just exorcisedâ
At that moment, there was no room for thought, one thing was certain: you didn't want him to get hurt more.
He didn't manage to finish his sentence when suddenly you pushed him away with so much force he never thought you had. Everything crashed so suddenly, he didn't have the time to brace himself or grab you with him, as another cursed bee appeared out of nowhere andâ
Reality flashed before his eyes as he stared at you in sheer horror. At how the cursed spirit tore your body, sinking its hollow stinger in you.
You didn't really know what happened next. Everything was muffledâthe frantic movements around you turned into a blur, along with Megumi's yells. Otherworldly pain coursed through your entire being and your ears rang, then everything in your line of sight became distorted and faded, along with your consciousness. Next and the last thing you knew was Megumi's battered face, a final imprint before you succumbed to the void.
Megumi had exorcised the remaining cursed spirit and staggered to his feetâfalling a few times, but he made his way towards you through gritted teeth. You are hurt. He forced himself to get to you and pull you into his arms.
And suddenly, suddenly, nothing mattered anymore as overwhelming terror consumed him upon seeing you. Blood streamed from your abdomen so much that it made a continuous pool.
"You stupidâ!" He choked out, voice hitching. You were no longer conscious and it devastated him even more. "Hey, hey? Wake upâhellsâ"
You, who did everything you could to save your relationship. You, who cried tears for him when he blatantly broke your heart. And you, who put himself firstâand now facing the consequences.
It crashed upon him in that very second, the clarity. What was he thinking back then? He still loves you.
"If you die on me, I won't forgive you."
Megumi scooped you in his arms, pressing you close to his chest, the blood seeping from his wound be damned as he looked at your serene face. His heart shattered in the worst way possible and he almost wheezed at the sticky sensation of your bloodâand how lifeless you felt in his graspâbut he willed it away.
"Don't," his broken rasp echoed the walls as he took each step to get both of you out of this hellhole. He winced and hissed at his own injury, chewing his lip in frustration, at how helpless he was.
"Don't leave me."
It was like a distant, hazy memory.
Was it a memory though? No. It seemed far too real for that.
The throbbing headache pounding through your skull and shivers that wracked your body pulled you back to reality. There was a heavy pressure on your abdomen and any movement sent sharp pain shooting through you.
You gradually opened your eyes, squinting against the brightness. You were in a hospital gown, an IV was injected on your arm, and the sterile scent made your stomach twist, as nausea creeping through your guts. Your vision was still blurry as you tried to look around to find someone who waited for you. As you slowly turned your head to the side, you saw him, sitting in the chair right next your bed.
Megumi was sleeping in such uncomfortable position, his head resting on the edge of your bed. He appeared peaceful, almost childlike, devoid of his usual stoic demeanor.
Your heartstrings were tugged at this rare sight. He also sustained injuries and yet... he was waiting for you to wake up, here.
Your chest swelled with warmth, which was quickly followed by a sting of heartbreak. Still, you two broke up...
You jolted, and the inadvertent movement sent a wave of pain that seemed to paralyze your nerves, causing you to whimper. The noise woke Megumi from his slumber, as he shot his eyes open in alarm, catching your hand in his.
"Hey... Are you okay?" Megumi worriedly looked down at you with a visible frown, and the grimace of pain on your face, accompanied by trembling lips, was enough of an answer. He hastily scrambled out in slight panic, "I'll get Ieiri-san."
When Shoko came and got you the painkillers, your pain receded somewhat. Through it all, Megumi stood there, casting concerned glances in your way.
"Bedrest for the week," Shoko stated firmly, assessing your wound with a no-nonsense expression. "Your injury isn't minorâit's serious enough that you're strongly advised against excessive movement."
You could only nod in response. Megumi bowed. "Thank you, Ieiri-san." Once the doctor departed, silence settled over the room once more.
âWhy did you do that?â he quietly asked then, referring to what you did for him. And when you turned to him, you saw it clearly.
He looked pale, and there was this haunted look in his eyes. It broke your heart a little.
"You were hurt." Your voice came out dry, and you realized firsthand just how parched you were. Seeing Megumi looking down never quite sat right with you. He was meant to be an unwavering presence, someone strong enough to sway your convictions.
However, a pang struck when he countered with stern eyes, "You didn't have to do that."
...he was right. You didn't have to. What he didn't know was that you were still holding on these stupid feelings, which drove you to shield him. It made you ponder: if your roles were reversed, would he not step in to protect you at all?
"Why are you here?" You weren't sure if the bitterness in your tone was evident, but you continued anyway. "You don't have to be here either."
"Don't have to?" His gaze bore disbelief, as if not believing your words. "I'mâ"
"If it's because I saved you, Megumiâ"
âDo not even think, even for a moment, that I wonât be concerned over you.â His voice, deep and hoarse, struck you to the core, silencing your words. âNever. I always, always want you to be safe.â
Your mind became a blank slate. Suddenly, all that mattered was his voice.
"Don't you realize how terrifying it was? Seeing you like that?" Megumi spat, his green eyes shining with intensity, teeth gritted and fists clenched. "How could you even think that I wouldn't be hereâ" his breath hitched, and then his lips trembled slightly, "âfor you?"
You blinked quickly, a feeling stirred within youâstemming from that cursed, fragile heart of yours to be exact, evident from the rapid thumping in your chest.
You dumbly uttered, "But we areâ"
"Oh, Goddamnit." Megumi cursed, and honestly you were taken aback. It wasn't really in him to swear, so this really bugged him. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, and despite the situation, your heart skipped a beat at the sight. Even a mess in a hospital gown, your ex-boyfriend was still undeniably attractive.
He stared at you squarely in the eye, unflinching, steadfast and true, the very image of Fushiguro Megumi you admired from afar and fell in love with in the first place half a year ago. "You don't have to... say anything, if you don't want to. Right now... just hear me out."
And the things he said next... all of them, you could say, caught you entirely off guard.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not trying hard enough, andâdamn it, for making you sad. I never, ever wanted to see you that upset."
Megumi drew in a sharp breath, averting his gaze. "And for days, I've wondered if you and Hakari-senpai are now a thing... and you know what? I hate it so much. I know I have no grounds to feel this way, after what I did, but..."
And like a train wreck, his final words hit you hard. Tears welled up in your eyes in immediate response.
âI'm a loser, and a coward too, maybe,â he shrugged, a tinge of self-deprecation in his tone. âAnd I suck at telling people my feelings, but I love you. I still do.â
A sob slipped out of your throat and you hastily pulled the blanket over your face, much to his surprise. He thought he had worsened things, with the way you were turning away from him.
But then, from beneath the blanket, in a croaky voice, you proclaimed, "Fushiguro Megumi, you're a complete and utter idiot."
And Megumi didn't know that he had been holding back his breath as he chuckled heartily, relieved that you would still take his ass back after this prolonged mess. He knew he still had a lot to make up for and was determined to show it through his actions.
"Maybe I am, yeah."
"That's possibly the longest shit you have ever spouted in one breath."
"Yeah..."
But he got his chance back, and he knew that you would be alright. Both of you are.
On one sunny day...
"Hey, are you alone?"
Megumi glanced up from his phone, only to be met with a random girl standing in front of him, batting her eyelashes with an ambiguous intent. He blinked at her curiously.
"No. Can I help you?"
The girl twirled her hair suggestively. "Ah, you see... I see you all in your lonesome and I think you're quite cuteâ"
The hell? Megumi frowned, and he was really about to give this bimbo a piece of his mind whenâ
Oh, oh. Forget that. Megumi's attention snapped to you on the opposite side of the crossroad. All pretty and dolled up with that crop tee and miniskirt he once mentioned would look great on you by a slip of tongueâthat accidental comment earned him your teasing quips for weeks already.
"Sorry, I'm here for my girlfriend. Bye."
Abruptly dismissing the girl, he didn't catch how comically offended she was for being turned down in a span of 20 seconds. He took big strides towards you, as you crossed the street, and you immediately beamed when you caught the sight of his face.
"Megumi!"
Ah, this is going to be a good day, he thought. As he gazed at your pretty face, and caught your hand in his, clasping it tightly, reveling in your scent and the warmth of your presence beside himâ
He was content, and once again it dawned on him, that he likes you so, so damn much.
"Let's get started on our date, shall we?"
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blank canvas. (2)
after offering a painful ultimatum to finally be enough for him, things ultimately get worse as he decides between keeping you or losing you as the only resolution.
pairings. ryĆmen sukuna, fem!reader
genre. florist x tattoo artist au, mild angst, opposites attract
tags/warnings. strong language, defloration (kinda), explicit smut, undertones of manipulation and gaslighting, toxic relationship, undertones of cheating
notes. 11.2k wc! thanks for the love on bc1, i didn't expect it to gain traction at all but tyty. last part will come soon, but that will be the final chapter to this mini-series.
part 1 | part 3
The ride back home was uncomfortable.Â
It wasnât because you had promised to give yourself to him that night, but rather because his uncharacteristic silence was not what you had expected after delivering your ultimatum. You already proposed a wonderful solution to his needs, so why was he acting like you were the one being ridiculous? This was why you hated it whenever Sukuna chose silence over open communication, as it left you a hard time guessing about what was running through his mind. His expression didnât offer any clues either, because he did pretty well at concealing his emotions behind a facade of indifference.
When you said you would do it with him, you meant it. But what did he think of it?Â
The sharp wind cut through your skin, the roar of his motorbike deafening your ears as your boyfriend accelerated his vehicle upon entering the tunnel. The vibrant yellow lights offered a cinematic view, tempting you to imagine yourself embracing the wind with open arms, though you knew better than to do so. Instead, you held onto him tightly, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning forward as he sped through the empty lane.
It was nearing midnight, and the sparse traffic allowed Sukuna to indulge in one of his habits: riding his bike in the late hours of the night through this particular tunnel and onto the highway. You knew this ritual helped him clear his mind since it offered a rush of danger that sharpened his focus on the road. His choice to take this route tonight also only confirmed to you that he was grappling with internal thoughts. The last time he rode this fast was when your parents made you choose between them and him, slapping it in his face that he was and would never be welcomed in your family.Â
To be honest, it frightened you. The speed at which he was riding was dangerous for both of you. Moreover, his bike was a YZF-R1, although street-legal, it was still a high-performance sport bike more suited for the track. It required agile and precise handling with its 1000cc engine. Yet, no other vehicle seemed more fitting for Sukuna than this.Â
Whatever was on his mind, he didnât care to let you know. You two didnât really speak throughout the ride while you clung to him like a backpack, praying in your head that you two wouldnât get into an accident. Thankfully enough, he did safely take you home as you arrived at your shared apartment at exactly midnight.Â
âPlease donât ride like that again,â you muttered as he helped you out of his motorbike. âYou couldâve gotten us killed.âÂ
His fingers then reached to unclasp your helmet, pulling it up to reveal your face. âWell, weâre still alive.âÂ
You looked at his face despite his best effort to avoid yours, standing centimeters apart while he switched off the engine. He didnât return your gaze as though he was drowned by guilt. Should you speak at this? Or should you let him do it first?Â
âBaby.â After a minute or so, it was your boyfriend who sighed and finally gave in, pulling you close and resting his forehead against yours. He kept his eyes closed even when he was cupping your cheeks. âYou donât have to do this.âÂ
Yes, you certainly shouldnât. You didnât have to do things unwillingly, but that wouldnât change the fact that this on-going issue was putting a strain on your relationship and this would be your last shot at trying to salvage it. And you couldnât have him looking for sensual gratification from anyone else other than you, so what other option did you have, really?Â
âI want to do it.âÂ
âNot if youâre forcing yourself like this.â
You raised an eyebrow. âWho said Iâm forcing myself?â
âYour face tells me you are,â replied he, staring at your face in defeat. âSo, letâs notââ
âWhat, and let this issue haunt us over and over?â You smiled bitterly, shaking your head adamantly. âThis has to be done. I need to experience it so Iâll finally understand.â
Understand what? His face almost spelled out those words, but he chose not to say anything of the sort and instead leaned in to kiss your forehead. âAlright. Iâll make it memorable.âÂ
â â
Easier said than done, of course. You kept overthinking about whether your performance would be satisfactory to him given that you didnât have enough experience to learn anything at all, aside from the make out sessions that you did once in a blue moon. Around thirty minutes of your time was spent hyperanalyzing your situation in the shower, while the other half of it was spent doing a little more than your nightly routines. Since Sukuna liked powdery scents, you placed a good effort in applying lavender-scented oil and perfume on every inch of your body. You also shaved any unwanted hair, especially on all the intimate places you knew he would be seeing. And by the time you were done, you stepped out of the bathroom blooming like a fresh flower, wrapped in nothing but a thin towel that hugged your womanly figure.Â
It didnât feel right at all. It didnât feel good knowing that you were preparing yourself like that, when these things should only happen on the first night after your wedding. It didnât feel great that you were going to lose your virginity to a man who had not even proposed to you. This wasnât even your honeymoon, but you had to pretend like it was.Â
Did Sukuna feel the same?Â
He wasnât lying in bed when you walked out of the bathroom. Instead, he had just returned from outsideâshirtless, wearing his favorite gray sweatpants, and holding a box of condoms and a tube of lube in his hand. It was clear he had made a quick visit to the convenience store nearby and got the essentials for your first night.
Immediately, he eyed your towel-wrapped body with restrained lust, clearing his throat as he walked towards the nightstand. âYou look nice.âÂ
Really? Did he really have to make this more awkward than it already was?Â
âThank you,â was all you could softly reply. It was funny how he pretended to be busy placing the box and tube above the bedside table instead of lunging at you like a desperate man. But because you wanted to get this over with, you were the one who approached him from behind, wrapping your arms around his waist, and touching the firmness of his abs. For someone who had zero experience, you were definitely trying hard enough and that should please him. âYou have to help me out here, my love. Guide me.âÂ
When Sukuna turned around, your heart started racing. Of excitement? Maybe. Of anxiety? Perhaps. He made it better though when he finally caved in and looked straight into your eyes, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear before lifting your chin with his hand. âYou smell extra nice, too,â he added, leaning close enough that you could feel his warm breath fanning your face.Â
You were feeling it now. The equal lust. The carnal desire. The feeling of his sweet kisses, which he made true as soon as he crashed his lips onto yours. His kisses usually ranged from tender to rough, but this time, it was an altogether different type of kiss. It was passionate and demonstrative, as if showing you exactly what he had been wanting to do to you the first time you got together. This must be the result of being celibate in over a year. He was clearly a man deprived of sexual pleasure, and you were responsible for it. You actually turned him into a monk.Â
Now, he wasnât holding anything back anymore. With his hand on your nape, he deepened the kiss to the point where you could feel his tongue exploring your mouth. You followed whatever he was doing like a good girl, like a very good girl, as he completely devoured your mouth with his. It didnât take long for him to advance his kisses in other places too, being your jawline his next target, and then your neck as he feathered kisses around the soft flesh, leaving marks that would need a few days to be concealed.Â
Because his arms were tight around your waist, yours were locked around his neck. Where else should you be putting them? What does the girl usually do in this situation? You tried not to think much of it and listened to your own body while your boyfriend was sucking the skin around your collarbone. At first, your hand traced his toned chest, then it moved southwards to feel his abs, and further down to hisâŠ
âY-Youâre hard.â Your eyes widened as you felt his growing erection behind the fabric of his sweatpants. It wasnât your first time seeing his boner, but it was the first time you touched it with your own hand. It was the first time you had your palm stroking his length, swallowing hard as you realized just how hard and thick he was.Â
âIt wants to be inside you,â he whispered through your mouth, kissing you back again, âso bad, baby.âÂ
Gosh. Your knees felt weak and you two hadnât even really started yet. How much more when he starts putting that thing of his inside you? You were breathing hard, trying to catch air as your boyfriend continued to lap his tongue with yours, guiding your hand to continue fondling his wood while it grew bigger the more stimulated it got. By letting you touch his hardened crotch together with his own, you realized that you had just unlocked a newfound fetish of yours. âD-Do you⊠do you think about doing it with me often?â
He bit your lower lip before pulling away, animalistic eyes sending you into an orbit of pleasure. âDo you mean if I touch myself to the thought of you a lot?â he teased, chuckling darkly at the obvious heat on your cheeks. You couldnât help but feel excited at how vulgar he could be with his words. âI do jack off a lot, angel. And itâs always you in my mind.âÂ
You didnât even have the time to melt from his words, because before you knew it, he was already peeling the towel off your body to reveal your completely naked figure. Obviously, your first reaction was to get shyâwith your heated cheeks, your inability to look him in the eyes, your little efforts in covering your breasts and crotch, but he made sure to pull your hands away while keeping his eyes on you. ââŠDonât stare.âÂ
Sukuna, however, didnât listen. His dark eyes scanned every curve of your body, particularly around your chest area before he sighed and threw his head back. âFuck,â he cussed under his breath. âYouâre so fucking sexy. I canât believe no other punk has seen you like this.âÂ
Your confidence grew little by little because of his praises. âBut isnât that a good thing?âÂ
âFor sure.â He almost laughed at his own words, more so in disbelief, before he reached out to touch your bosom. âNo one can touch you like this, either, baby.âÂ
âThatâsââ
âHmm?â Your boyfriend smirked at your reaction. While his other hand went to squeeze your breast, the other traveled to your bum, squeezing the cheek with equal fervor. âCan I have a taste of you, baby?â
He fondled your breasts with both hands now, massaging the rounded mass like they were his property. You had to admit to yourself that the feeling of being touched actually transcended your expectations. Or maybe it was only because of how erotic it was, but you couldnât deny how turned on you were as his veiny, manly hands cupped your bosom.Â
And as soon as you nodded and permitted him to âtasteâ you, he took no time in gently pushing you down the mattress, allowing you to lay at a comfortable position under him and his wanton stare. Taste you? He was more like eating you, when he pinned you against the mattress and sucked the skin on your chest. At first, his tongue rolled along your cleavage, inching closer and closer to your right breast while he had his hand squeezing the left. Your body naturally gravitated towards him as you arched your back so he could have better access to your chest. Not only your chest, but also your crotch as he started grinding his clothed manhood in between your folds.Â
âMmâŠâ
Sukunaâs mouth was on your breast now, suckling on your flesh and playing his tongue around your nipple. You couldnât tell if it was pleasurable or painful because his tongue felt ticklish on your skin, but the suction definitely was an entirely different feeling. Both werenât bad, anyway. They were just new to you. But even if they were foreign, you were curious and all the more interested, studying every little thing he was doing with your body and trying to make mental notes out of it.Â
Maybe you should have watched porn. That way, you could have been more aware of the step-by-step process of having sex. Who knew there were steps to follow at all? You didnât think that foreplay could draw this much delay in your session because all you thought was that he was going to insert his cock straight inside you as soon as he saw you naked.Â
With all the touching, fondling, and kissing⊠what were you supposed to do? He was doing all the work here.Â
âBaby,â you spoke softly, staring at the ceiling, âC-Can I⊠touch you?âÂ
Instead of pulling away, his mouth latched onto your left boob, giving it the same attention before moving south. âNot yet.âÂ
When he said that, you didnât expect his hand to land on your crotch. Your heart was thumping at an irregular rhythm as you felt his fingers moving in circles around your bud, playing with your clit before spreading your folds apart. âNghhâ!â you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, eyes widening at the sound of your voice, but your boyfriend shushed you by placing a peck on your lips before spreading your legs into a V.Â
âYouâre so wet,â he said, pointing out the obvious as he positioned himself in between your legs, spreading your labia to reveal your entrance. Something about the situation made you increasingly self-conscious, but his undeniably hungry gaze kept you from covering your most sensitive area. It seemed like he was enjoying the sight of your pussy, especially with how wet and âuntouchedâ it was. âYour pussyâs so pretty, baby,â he mumbled, lowering his face closer to the area, âCanât wait to put my dick inside it.âÂ
You whimpered at the feeling of his tongue in between your folds. No, you couldnât even think straight after he started teasing your vagina, alternating between flicking his tongue around your bud to french kissing your entrance. His tongue was so deep in your cavern that you were raising your hips involuntarily, going insane from the pleasure it sent your body. Your hands even gripped the sheets and your back arched into a C as you held back from moaning like a wild animal. At some point, the slurping sounds and the feeling of his mouth kissing your vagina had your legs shaking.Â
Though, you could ask yourself: what turned you on the most? Was it him actually eating your pussy or just the idea of him doing it?Â
And just when you thought he was done, he replaced his mouth by inserting a finger inside your cunt, garnering a much louder whimper out of you. âB-Baby!â
âDoes it hurt?â he asked, eyes locked with yours as he slowly moved his middle finger in and out. âItâs so tight.âÂ
âIt hurtsâŠâ You nodded, feeling his finger moving in circles inside your cunt as though he was trying to get a feel of your walls, measuring the tightness and such.Â
He kissed you for a good minute. âRelax, angel. Donât clench too much.âÂ
Clench? You didnât even know you were doing such a thing. âHow toâŠ?âÂ
âJust relax.â Sukuna placed a hand on your abdomen, pressing it down while he was inserting yet another finger inside of you. âThisâll help you prepare so it wonât hurt as much later.âÂ
Now, you were goddamn nervous. What did he mean it wouldnât hurt as much? Because you were overthinking the pain of having him his actual cock inside of you. If you couldnât even bear having his two fingers inside you, how much more with his clearly thick shaft? It was ridiculous to feel both anxious and yet aroused at the same time. Anxious, because you knew he could rip you open. Aroused, because his fingers were currently doing a great job at hitting your most sensitive spot. Whatever it was that he was reaching, it was certainly sending waves of ecstasy throughout your body.Â
His fingers continued to move. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Around. When he pulled his digits out, he sucked the juices on them, tasting every drip of your essence from his fingers. âSweet.â
Were you? You started to get curious at how he tasted, too. Sweet? Salty? Bitter? You seemed to be moving on autopilot when you pulled yourself up and sat in bed on your knees. âYour turn?âÂ
You asked the question as if you knew what you were doing, which was why Sukuna found it adorable and humorous at the same time. He did help you pull down the sweatpants that had been covering his erection for what felt like eternity, only to reveal a monstrous size that sprung out of the garment.Â
Holy fuck was all you could say.Â
He stood at the edge of the bed, a devilish smirk displayed on his saintly face as he saw the length of his cock compared to your face. You obviously hadnât seen many cocks in your lifetime to be able to compare his size, but in your eyes, he was definitely big. He was girthy. He was lengthy. He was veiny. Meaty.Â
âWanna suck it for me, baby?â he encouraged, pumping his shaft while looking at you. Fuck. âOpen your mouth.âÂ
You did as told, wrapping a hand at the base of his length while placing his tip on your mouth. You pressed your tongue flat on the surface of his tip, rolling your tongue around the head as if it were a lollipop. Was that what you were supposed to do?
âEyes on me.â His voice deepened an octave. And it was also raspier.Â
Why did he want you to look up at him? It was already embarrassing.Â
âI said, eyes on me, angel.â He grabbed your chin and forced you to lock eyes with his darkened ones. Damn. No wonder girls were desperate to see him in his shop every single day. This was probably what they had been daydreaming about. âSuck my cock.âÂ
In your head, you became a slut. In reality, you were still a shy, inexperienced virgin who didnât know what to do. You relied on his instructions and looked at his expressions to know if you were doing a good job and to see what he liked and didnât like. He definitely liked it when you sucked the head, liked it even more when you started to let him go deeper in your mouth, and surely liked it a hell lot better when you gagged after his cock hit the back of your throat. But in spite of the string of saliva that left your mouth after gagging from his cock, his arousal only grew harder, this time holding your hair in his fist as he began thrusting his hip forward. You were bobbing your head at a rhythm that satisfied him, feeling the stretch on your scalp as he tightened his grip on your hair.Â
âTighten your mouth around it,â he instructed, fucking your mouth senselessly like hitting your throat was driving him nuts. Your eyes were already filling up with tears because of your urge to gag again, but you didnât think it would be a good idea to stop now while he was just starting to pleasure himself.Â
This was the first time in your life to give someone a blowjob, and you werenât sure what to make of that experience. It personally didnât give you pleasure, but you liked hearing his desperate moans. You liked hearing him curse and get vulgar with his words. You liked seeing him get rough. His taste, on the other hand, was somewhat a different experience. Since you were only sucking his flesh, it was a tad bit salty at first contact but didnât taste anything much after tongue got used to the skin around his shaft. Perhaps his cum would have a stronger flavor, though it looked like he had no plans in releasing his load into your mouth as he pulled his member out.Â
âFuck it,â he grunted, gently pushing you back and spreading your legs wide open again, âI wanna feel your pussy so bad. Can I fuck you raw, babe?âÂ
All those condoms, and he wanted to have you raw?Â
âBut⊠I donât wanna get pregnant.âÂ
His face was full of assurance, shaking his head and denying any chance of knocking you up. âYou wonât be. Iâll pull out, I just⊠I have to feel you raw the first time. I have to.âÂ
âOkayâŠâÂ
You were nervous as hell. You had butterflies in your stomach, your heart pounding in your chest like a drumbeat you couldnât silence. You had imagined this moment countless times, but now that it was here, the reality of it was too overwhelming. Your mind yet again raced with a whirlwind of doubts and insecurities, and every nerve on your body seemed to be on high alert while you watched him getting occupied with rubbing his entire length with lube, ensuring a smooth entrance inside you.Â
He was nervous too, right? You couldnât be the only one. You couldnât be.Â
You just wanted everything to be perfect. To show him how much you cared. To feel that you were enough. But the thought was paralyzing. Tonight was more than just physical intimacy; it was a step forward in your relationship, a moment of connection you wanted so badly to cherish. This first intimate encounter should be filled with love, respect, and mutual understanding.Â
But what if after this, heâd come to realize that you werenât the one? What if heâd get disappointed and tell you that you werenât worth it? What if heâd leave you for someone else who could pleasure him better? What if, after you had given yourself to him, no one else would ever appreciate you anymore?Â
You wanted this, didnât you? You wanted to feel the heat of his touch, the intensity of his gaze, the intimacy of your connection. You wanted to explore this uncharted territory with him, to dive headfirst into the unknown and discover what lay on the other side. But were you really ready for this? Did you truly want this? Would it be everything you had imagined, or would you regret losing your virginity to him?
The fear of inadequacy gnawed at your confidence as Sukuna positioned himself back in between you, his tip rubbing at your slit a couple times before he finally sunk it into your entrance.Â
âHaaaâ!âÂ
âShh. Itâs okay, itâs gonna be okay.â
âN-No, Iâ!â
It felt like your walls were being stretched so painfully, like your flesh was being torn open in the most agonizing way. This was not the kind of pain you pictured out when he put his member inside. Sukuna even tried to grab hold of your hips to keep you steady, but you were withdrawing your hips back, wanting nothing but for him to remove his cock.Â
âIt hurts⊠It hurts⊠please, stop. Please!âÂ
âBaby, Iâm trying to be gentleââ
âI SAID STOP!âÂ
Both of your eyes widened at the same time, and that was the only time you two were ever in sync. He was clearly shocked by your outburst, while you yourself were surprised at how you raised your voice at him. Neither of you expected that situation. As a result, he did pull away and completely withdrew himself from you.Â
Frustration was evident on his visage and he couldnât even hide it anymore. âFuck this,â he spat in exasperation, taking a deep breath as he reached to slip his sweatpants back on. âI knew it.âÂ
âNo, IâŠâ You swallowed. âIt just⊠You kinda forced it, I wasnât ready.âÂ
âI forced it, really? I forced you?â His laugh was out of complete disbelief. âI never forced you into anything, angel. Iâve asked you since the beginning if this is really what you want.â He took a pause, a very uncomfortable one, before he went on murmuring, âIt was just my tip and youâre overreacting like this. Iâm not even halfway in.â
His agitation had finally awakened you to your senses, realizing that you did end up doing what you were scared of doing. You ruined the moment. You were so caught up in your bubble of negative thoughts that you had once again failed to fulfill what you were supposed to do. No wonder he was aggravated, now sitting away from you and wearing his clothes as if telling you that he was done. Done being blue balled by his own girlfriend. Done expecting something he was never really bound to have.Â
You reached out to touch his arm. âBaby, Iâm sorry⊠I just got scared, but we can stillââ
âStill do it?â he continued your sentence by ironically cutting you off, âNo, the fuck, I wonât. Iâm not in the mood anymore.âÂ
His reaction brought tears to your eyes, because the way he was acting stung your fragile heart. You didnât mean to ruin anything. More importantly, you didnât wish for everything to just turn out like this. âI-Iâm sorry. Let me try again, please.âÂ
The weakness of your voice seemed to have softened him, becoming calmer and more composed after a few minutes of contemplation, but he still held his ground when he massaged his temple and sighed. âLetâs just not push it, Y/N.â He looked at your eyes, with hurt and rejection reflecting on them. âEven if you say you wanna do it, you think I canât see it in your face that youâre not really into it? Youâre never ready for me and maybe itâs my fault, maybe thereâs something about me that youâre so scared of. Maybe itâs because you donât feel secure with me, maybe you wanna save yourself for someone better, someone who can give you a brighter futureââ
âThatâs not true!â You shook your head desperately, your eyes blurring from the pool of tears while you clung to his arm. Where was all this coming from? It sounded like he had been harboring those feelings for so long. âThatâs not true. What are you even saying?âÂ
âI donât even know what Iâm saying. Iâm justâŠâ Trying to give a reason why you wonât give it to me. That must be what he had wanted to say. âLook, I donât wanna pressure you into this bullshit anymore. I donât wanna make it look like Iâm begging for your affection like this. Intimacy should happen normally for couples, and if we canât have that, then we canât. Thatâs it.âÂ
Why did he sound like he was giving up?Â
You tried to keep your emotions at bay while listening to him battling with his internal thoughts. âI understand I disappointed you tonight, butâŠâ
He was adamant at shaking his head, distancing himself from you by getting up from the bed. âNo, you got nothinâ to apologize for. Itâs your body and your choice. Iâd never force you into anything.âÂ
Then⊠thenâŠ
âI just think itâs not the perfect time,â he continued, shooting you a glance before looking away. Each step he took added another crack on your fragile heart. âFrom now on, Iâm never gonna initiate anything intimate nor will I expect anything from you, aight? Iâm over it.â
Alone in your vulnerability, you could feel the cold air hugging your naked body as you watched him walk towards the door, leaving you in the dark both literally and figuratively. âWhere a-are you going? Come on⊠Please.âÂ
He no longer cared to turn around. He no longer bothered to comfort you as he walked away, muttering, âJust gonna go for a ride. Donât wait on me.âÂ
â â
Nearly three weeks had passed since that night and you would be lying if you said everything was okay.Â
No, everything was not okay. You could feel the distance growing each day even when you two still did everything together. Your normal routines didnât feel normal anymore because he was acting too detached ever since he told you that he wouldnât initiate anything intimate ever again. And to be honest? It hurt. A whole fucking lot. Hearing your partner say that they would never wish to do anything intimate with you was probably the worst way to experience heartbreak. Because he was truthful with it, and he showed it very openly.Â
Now, heâd lock the door whenever he would take showers. Heâd spent most of his time outside riding his bike until midnight. He stopped texting you sweet messages while on tattoo shop duty. He seldomly joined you to eat breakfast and dinner together. His back would face you whenever you two slept in bed. His eyes avoided you even when you walked around in underwear. His hand wouldnât touch you even when you were centimeters close to him. There were no kisses exchanged either, unless obliged to do so when leaving the house. No hugs. No hair-stroking, hand-holding sweetness ever shared. You were simply cohabiting in your shared apartment like strangers who had barely even said I love youâs.Â
âMan, thatâs rough,â remarked Suguru Getou, your cousin and the barista, as he tidied up the counter behind the elevated bar. Having just served his friend an Americano, he listened intently as you vented about your situation with Sukuna. âIâll be honest with you, Y/N. Itâs not looking good for you.â
You knew that. You just refused to acknowledge it. âI mean, all couples fight.âÂ
Suguru shook his head, however. âYou two arenât even fighting. Dude just gave up and started detaching himself from you. If thatâs not a sign already, then I donât know what is.âÂ
âWhat sign?â you asked, hiding the obvious worry in your voice. You need not be dense about his words, but you wanted to have some kind of hope to grasp on.Â
âSign that heâs falling out of love?â he continued.Â
And somehow, his white-haired friend thought it would be okay to chime in. âMore like a sign that the tool's not interested anymore and is about to dump her.â
Your face felt hot and in the most terrible way. âSorry, what was your name again?â you asked, your tone dripping with sarcasm. You hadnât expected the guy to suddenly chime in, considering he had been quietly typing on his laptop just moments before. âI donât remember asking for your opinion, so donât go listening to somebody elseâs business when youâre not part of the conversation.â
âJeez,â said the albino guy, grinning at your cousin as if amused by your barrage of a response. âSheâs a yapper, too. I thought she was supposed to be this sweet and innocent type, Suguru?â
âNot always.â Suguru chuckled at his friend before turning to you, apologetic eyes now attempting to soothe your nerves. âSorry âbout that, Y/N. Satoru just likes to tease people. Donât mind him.â Â
You kept a straight face. âWell, then maybe tell your friend to keep his nose out of conversations heâs not invited to.âÂ
âYes, maâam.â Satoru gave you a playful salute before extending his hand towards you. âLook, I didnât mean to overhear, but I actually sympathize with you. If it were me, Iâd never do that to you, baby.â
Oh, God. You were so bad at this. Was he flirting with you or was he simply playful like this?Â
Nevertheless, you rolled your eyes and ignored the hand he offered, essentially brushing off his advances. âI donât need sympathy. All Iâm here for is to talk to my cousin to try and have his advice on the matter,â you emphasized pointedly, making it clear to Satoru that he was the last person you wanted advice from. âI donât need a stranger listening to my personal life.âÂ
âDoesnât hurt to receive advice from another guy,â countered Satoru, shrugging. âRight, Suguru? I mean, weâre both guys. We can give you some insight into how men think.âÂ
You felt the urge to bury your face in your hands. It was clearly a mistake going there and putting yourself in that situation, and now having two guys aware of your sex life with your boyfriend. That alone was so wrong on many levels. But could it be helped? Suguru was your closest cousin, the only one who didnât turn his back on you after you left your parentsâ home. He was working at a cafe three blocks away from your flower shop and you happened to be delivering a batch of fresh floral decorations for their cafe. You obviously found it a good opportunity to open up to him about your struggling relationship and hoped he could offer some male perspective on Sukunaâs behavior. You just hadnât anticipated his friend eavesdropping on the conversation the entire time.
Well, that should have been expected anyway, since only the three of you were in that cafe on a lazy Wednesday afternoon.Â
âI donât kiss and tell, by the way.â Satoru was beaming as he gave you that assurance and you couldnât help but admit that the man had some charm in him. He was attractive, no doubt about it. He was also tall, toned, and seemingly well off based on the way he dressed. He had a casual yet preppy style, something you would normally see from guys who went to private school.Â
âDo you work?â you asked out of sheer curiosity. âYou donât seem like the type.âÂ
âOh, now sheâs interested.â Satoru seemed to have found your sudden interest in him humorous. âIâm finishing my MBA, miss. Thank you for asking.â
âHeâs a privileged rich kid with generational wealth and a family business,â Suguru remarked, playfully gesturing a cutting motion across his neck. âDefinitely not your type, huh, Y/N?â
âWhy, whatâs her type?â The white-haired man looked intrigued, pulling his stool closer. He had that stupid grin on his face as though the topic just sparked his curiosity. âWhatâs her boyfriend like?â
Suguru, who wanted to play along, jokingly hummed in deep thought. âHeâs got tattoos, likes to tattoo other people, is a college dropout, rides a big bike, smokes and drinks, listens to heavy metal, was probably a delinquent and a juvie alumniââ
âExcuse you, heâs never been in a juvenile detention center,â you defended your man, feeling like your cousinâs categorization of Sukuna was becoming a little too derogatory and you had to correct him for that, âand heâs a good man. Heâs sweet and caring, heâs passionate, and he loves me sincerely.âÂ
âSincerely, not?â Satoru quipped, earning your glare in return. He immediately raised his hands in surrender. âI'm just joking. If you believe heâs all that, thatâs your choice. I donât judge booktok girls who romanticize typical bad boys.â
You rolled your eyes at his audacity. Each word that left his mouth seemed to stoke the flames of your irritation. âYouâre so offensive, Iâll have you know that.âÂ
The white-haired guy smugly took a sip from his coffee. âAt least I donât make girls feel guilty for not having sex with me.âÂ
âOooh.â Suguru was clearly enjoying the show, unaware that you were one step closer from smacking his friend across the face. âTouchĂ©. He kinda has a point, Y/N.âÂ
âBe serious,â you warned.Â
To which he agreed to. âOkay, I am being serious now,â he said, abandoning his playful stance to lean in on a more solemn posture against the counter, âIf you think Sukuna makes you feel guilty for not doing it with him, then shouldnât that speak for the kind of relationship you two have? He wants something you canât give. His reaction tells you everything you need to know about him.âÂ
You tried to absorb his words with a better understanding and without any bias. âIsnât his reaction normal? Heâs a man, too. I understand his needs and I made him feel somewhat rejected.â
âItâs all about respect, Y/N,â answered Suguru, âIf heâs a decent man, he wouldnât make you feel that way. No mixed signals, no guilt tripping, no nothing. If you canât do it, then donât.âÂ
âSo, youâre saying you wouldnât feel the same if your girlfriend keeps rejecting sex with you?âÂ
Suguru smirked. âI never said Iâm a decent man, either. All Iâm saying is if what you want isnât exactly aligned to what he wants, then maybe itâs best you break it off with him because this shit wonât get you anywhere, Y/N. Trust me. Heâs gonna dump you before you know it. I mean, itâs one thing to pretend heâs all fine with it, and itâs another to distance himself from you like heâs silently protesting.âÂ
âYeah, thatâs true,â Satoru joined in once again. âItâs impossible for a guy like that to be in a relationship for so long and not have any pussy. We think of sex 24/7, some of us are just better at restraining ourselves than others. Heâs putting up with it now, but itâs only a matter of time he gets sick and tired of waiting. You do realize he can get any girl he wants, anytime he wants, right?âÂ
Although you were still uncomfortable at Satoru casually chiming in on the conversation, it was true when they said they could give you the exact male perspective you needed to hear. This allowed you to go deeper into Sukunaâs psyche and understand why he was acting that way. You just didnât know how to save the connection you have with your boyfriend when both your cousin and his friend were describing all the red flags on Sukunaâs behavior.Â
âI donât know,â you spoke in a tone of defeat. âI kinda understand where heâs coming from, so I canât just leave him for it. I love him.â
Satoru looked at your cousin like you couldnât be saved. âSheâs in too deep.âÂ
âYeah, gaslighted as fuck.â Suguru was shaking his head in disappointment.Â
The taller man chuckled and brought up a ridiculous offer to lighten the situation up. âHonestly, Y/N. I know we just met and all, but if you ever need someone to teach you how to do good in bed, just hit me up. Heâll never know.âÂ
âShut up,â you shot back at Satoru, eyes rolling at his remark.Â
âYouâre out here feeling bad for that guy when he could be fucking his clients at the tattoo shop.â
You argued. âNo, heâs notââ
âAre you sure he isnât?âÂ
It wasnât Suguru nor Satoru who posed that question; it was Yuki Tsukumo, the cafĂ©âs manager and Suguru's respected senior. She was in a relationship with one of your boyfriendâs stepbrothers, Choso, and was also a fellow biker, which allowed her to cross paths with Sukuna in their community. Despite this connection, she was never particularly close to him. In fact, Yuki didnât personally get along with Sukuna and she was very vocal about it. She was, however, a regular client of yours and ordered floral arrangements from your shop on a weekly basis.
It had been awhile since you last saw her, and didnât expect that the first greeting you would give her was a question. âYuki, what do you mean?âÂ
Great. Now, three people know about your relationship quagmires.Â
She was placing her helmet at the counter and sitting on a stool before answering you, âI really think you should talk to him about it, Y/N.âÂ
No, no. Why did you suddenly feel a pang of anxiety out of nowhere? Something about the sympathy in Yukiâs eyes felt unsettling, and it sent a wave of fear through you. She definitely knew something. What was Sukuna doing behind your back?
âCan you please just tell me?âÂ
Her gaze studied your face intently, as if deliberating on the right thing to do. âWell... I spotted him riding with a girl the other night. Initially, I thought it might be you, but last night, I saw them together again. I recognized her... because it was his ex. I think heâs been giving her rides home lately.âÂ
Amidst the quiet of the room, your heart felt like it was breaking in two. The sudden revelation sent you into an abyss of pain.
âYou might wanna visit his tattoo shop later.â Yuki encouraged me with a comforting smile. âIt may be best to confront him about it.â
â â
Sukuna wasnât sure how to act around you anymore. It wasnât like he was purposely avoiding you, but he just didnât feel comfortable acting like everything was fine and dandy. Because if he was damn honest, the sexual frustration was fucking with his head. So much so to the point where he started questioning himself if he should still put up with a relationship like this.Â
First of all, there were pros and cons involved. He had to consider that it was a special connection filled with special memories, too.Â
If he was talking about the pros, he knew he would have a loving lifetime partner with you. You were beautiful, kind, and pure. You inspired him and motivated him to be better. You were unmaterialistic and happy with the littlest things. You gave his dominant side the urge to be a better man, like he was made to protect and provide for you. You became his muse; a blank canvas that was all for him to paint on. A canvas that no one had ever touched. Or, in your world, a white lily that was associated with chastity and virtue.Â
But then, there were also cons, and the foremost of it being you were too conservative for your own good. You grew up in a strict environment with uptight parents who wanted to control your life. He could never voice it out, but he really hated that you were square like your parents sometimes. You were too traditional and afraid to explore new experiences, oftentimes policing him for living his life as free as he wanted it to be. The âopposites attractâ thing did seem to work in your relationship at first, with your differences being exciting for each other, but as time went by, it became clearer to him that you two were too different to actually be in sync together.Â
Hence why your relationship became rigid and suffocating, forcing him to take a breather by distancing himself from you for some time. He did this for your benefit, because he had to clear his head before risking losing you for good. He didnât want to jeopardize a relationship that he knew meant the world to him. Perhaps this was just a phase, a challenging period following the honeymoon phase, where all your differences seemed to become more pronounced.
But to repeatedly make him look forward to sharing intimacy with you, only for you to back out at the very last minute? Man, was that so frustrating.Â
It didnât help that it was destiny itself that seemed to be stirring the pot. Because while you two were going through a rough time in your relationship, the irony presented itself outside of Sukunaâs tattoo shop late at night just as he was about to close.Â
âRyo?â A tall woman with athletic build, long dark hair, and beautiful doe eyes came into view with a wide smile on her face.Â
His ex-girlfriend of three years.Â
Sukuna held the door for her albeit the confusion in his eyes. âYorozu?âÂ
The only difference he noticed was that she had become a lot sexier, with the curves on her body more womanly than ever. It was obvious that she was active in the gym to achieve such a fit physique. But other than that, her facial features were the same. Her heart eyes still shone bright at the mere sight of him, as if they carried stars and galaxies.Â
âI think I came too late,â said Yorozu, smiling in disappointment, âI should probably just return tomorrow.âÂ
âNo, youâre good.â Sukuna insisted on letting her enter his shop, closing the door as soon as she was inside. âWhat brought you here?âÂ
She stood confidently in front him, wearing nothing but a blank tank top and some loose white pants. âFunny story âcause I actually just moved to this city recently and I just found out you had a shop in this area.âÂ
Oh? That was interesting, indeed. Sukuna wondered how she even found his shop in that case, while he was leading her to the tattoo chair. âAre you here to get a tattoo or?âÂ
âYeah, yeah I am.â She was sprinkling some charm in her grin. He knew her too well. âI think itâs amazing that Iâm gonna get it from you again.â
While Yorozu was talking to him, he couldnât help but ask: was it wrong for him to be in the same vicinity as his ex? Considering how jealous you could get, this was definitely wrong in your eyes. But as he wasnât doing anything sketchy, he figured there was nothing wrong about what he was doing. Yorozu was technically a client and he couldnât deny her his services since she was basically a friend of his, too. So, was he breaking any code here?Â
âWell, only if you have time now, of course,â she added out of consideration, âItâs kinda late so I can always come back.âÂ
Sukuna shook his head and headed to get his book of tattoo art samples. âItâs fine. I got clients lined up all day tomorrow, so,â he said, placing the book on her lap, âYou wanna check that or do you have a design in mind already?âÂ
Yorozuâs eyes fell on the tattoos marking Sukunaâs body, her gaze landing on every familiar inch as though she had seen them all the time before. It was true. She had seen more of him, actually. She had done more with his body, too. âI kinda wanna get a sleeve, but I want you to choose the design for me.âÂ
A tattoo sleeve? Damn. It was something he would never in a million years see from you, but for Yorozu, it was totally normal. She was as obsessed with ink as he was. And although sheâs had a couple of tattoos in her body already, which were done by him, it would be her first time to get a full sleeve.Â
âI get to choose, really?â Sukuna chuckled lightly. If he were to think of Yorozuâs traits, she was definitely a classic red rose. A seductress, alluring woman was how he saw her and the said flower would be a true-to-life representation of her personality. She was passionate when it came to loving someone, and was completely devoted to him back when they were together. The only reason they broke up was because they were too similar, as if she was his counterpart, and he saw fit to leave a relationship where they both constantly battled for dominance. Yorozu could get too aggressive on loving someone and he didnât particularly like that. He made her understand why they werenât working as a couple, and it took her some time, but she eventually accepted his decision. Now, you could say, they were somehow on good terms. âAlright, Iâll do your sleeve, but Iâll keep the design as a surprise.âÂ
Her eyes sparkled in excitement at the thought. âIâd love that!âÂ
âSince you want a sleeve, weâre gonna do some stencil application today.â Sukuna didnât waste any more time in getting ready with his equipment, biting on the glove while wearing the other on his hand. âItâll take fifteen to twenty hours to complete a sleeve, and each session could last two to six hours depending on your pain tolerance. My scheduleâs actually full all day until next week, but you can come around the same time every night so I can finish yours.âÂ
âYeah, Iâm absolutely fine with that,â she enthused. For some reason, Yorozu was happy with the idea. The idea of coming to visit Sukuna every night in his shop. The idea that they get to be alone. The idea that they would be able to reconnect just like old times. Those were the things that Sukuna assumed was going through her head.Â
And as he did start with his âclientâ, it was probably best to admit that the sexual tension was high. The room felt stuffy as the both of them remained there until midnight, with her sitting on the tattoo chair, and him doing her tattoo to her left. His eyes were intently focused on the intricate patterns he was doing on her arm, but also couldnât avoid seeing the contours of her breasts since she was wearing such a thin tank top. It wasnât like he hadnât seen them before. Heâd seen every part of her body from her neck down to her toes. Heâd put her in every position from missionary to doggy. Goddamn, he could even remember how warm she felt around his cock. Didnât she like it when he came inside her? Or when he made her swallow every drop of his seed?Â
Sukuna cleared his throat, shaking his vulgar thoughts away as he continued with Yorozuâs arm. He may not be cheating, but thinking back on those intimate experiences with someone else other than his girlfriend was definitely not morally right either. But what sexual experience could he reminisce about with you? That ridiculously embarrassing night you two had shouldnât even be counted since he was trying so hard to forget about it.Â
He cleared his throat. Again. For the third time. âWhat, uh, whatâve you been up to?âÂ
Yorozu, who had no clue about his thoughts, turned her face to look at him happily. âNot much, actually. The bar I worked at closed down, but I got myself a new job in this club as a full time hostess and part-time promoter. You should come by. Drinks on me.âÂ
By not exactly accepting or refusing, Sukuna decided to just smile it off. âThatâs why you moved to this city?âÂ
âYeah, I mean⊠obviously, the rent here is higher, but itâs closer to my job. I get paid decently, too.âÂ
âThatâs nice.â He was just trying to make small talk at this point. âDo you know your way âround here? How are you gonna get home?âÂ
She considered her options. âProbably a bus or something?âÂ
Sukuna paused, contemplating the situation. âThere's no bus here at midnight,â he remarked, concerned for the girl who would have to navigate her way home alone at such a late hour. She was new to the area and clearly still adjusting to the commuter lifestyle. Unlike her, he had a vehicle that could safely transport her home. There would be no harm in offering, right? âLook, I have a bike and I usually take midnight rides, anyway. I can drop you off on my way home.â
âReally?â Her voice echoed excitement in them. âIâd appreciate it, Ryo. Thanks so much.âÂ
Life was ironic, truly. He didnât see this situation coming because he never expected that he would even come across Yorozu ever again. They didnât have any contact prior, but he still saw her on social media whenever he (on very rare occasions) decided to check his accounts. He never had her blocked, either, which was why you knew about Yorozu after snooping through his phone and reading through some of his old messages with her. Sukuna used to tell you not to worry about her, and that she was just his ex, and that she had nothing on youâwhich were all true, of course, but it was funny to him now that the woman his girlfriend was most threatened by was back in his life.Â
And she was riding at the backseat of his motorbike, her arms latching at nothing else but around his torso. She was seated at the seat reserved for you, wearing the helmet that was bought for you, and holding onto a man that was rightfully yours. It all didnât feel right.Â
But because Yorozu delighted in his habit of speeding on the highway, he had somehow forgotten about the guilt that was forming in his heart.Â
**
âYou still have your exâs Instagram?â Your questioning eyes met his defensive ones as he joined you in the living room, finding his space on the couch next to you. âI read your dms. Why havenât you blocked her?âÂ
Sukunaâs breath remained steady. âOnly toxic people do that shit.âÂ
âBut Iâm not comfortable with it!â you nagged, letting him snatch his phone from your grasp.Â
âDo you see me talking to her still?â he asked, trying to be as patient as he could be, âBaby, I donât even talk to her. I donât think sheâs active there, either.âÂ
You crossed your arms. âThen, block her?âÂ
âYouâre being ridiculous.âÂ
âIâm being fair. You shouldnât be keeping tabs with an ex.âÂ
âWhat are youââ Sukuna decided to cut his own sentence after realizing that the argument was plain stupid. âYou know what, Iâll just delete my insta.âÂ
**
âHow many times do you two do it?â you asked out of nowhere, sitting at the waiting area while he was closing his shop. âYour ex. How often do you have sex with her?âÂ
What kind of trap were you setting now? If he told you an honest answer, you would get mad. If he lied or even sugar coated it, you would also get mad.Â
âDoes it matter? Why do you keep asking questions about her and then get upset with me?â Sukunaâs frustration resonated in his sigh as he tidied the space where he tattooed his client a few minutes ago. âSheâs an ex for a reason, so get over it.â
He was starting to get annoyed by your never-ending questions about his past experiences, but he knew you were simply coming from a place of no experience. You probably wanted to know what he liked in bed, what pleased him the most, what kept him from wanting more. Was that too much? No. Were you overdoing this entire thing? A little bit.Â
âWhy are you defensive?â you asked softly, still sitting on the couch as you watched him avoid your eyes. âYou make me feel so insecure every time.âÂ
He scoffed, shaking his head as he turned around. âI donât know, baby. If youâre feeling insecure, then do something about it.âÂ
**
âThanks so much for the ride, Ryo.âÂ
Yorozu stood by her door, returning the helmet back to him while she kept her eyes locked on his. Her gaze was inviting, tempting him to give in and submit to his carnal desires. Any man would read her intentions the same way; Yorozu stared at him like that because she wanted to invite him to her place. She wanted him to spend the night and do unforgivable things. To remember the passionate exchange they once shared.Â
But Sukuna wasnât like that. No, he wasnât a cheater. âI, uh, gotta get going.âÂ
âOhâŠâ Disappointment clouded Yorozuâs face. âOkay, then.âÂ
âSee you tomorrow?âÂ
â...Alright.âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
âWait!â Yorozu pulled his arm just as he was heading back to his motorbike. The sudden closeness in their proximity made his heart race fast. He knew what was coming. âI missed you, Ryo.âÂ
He knew what she was about to do next.Â
And holy fuck did he guess right, as he was taken aback when Yorozu suddenly leaned in to press her lips onto his. Her soft, cherry lips moved desperately to taste his sweet kisses.Â
But he didnât return it. Instead, he immediately pushed her away. âYorozu,â he spoke softly, âI have a girlfriend.âÂ
âYou do?â She didnât need to hide it. He could see the heartbreak on her face.Â
âYeah,â Sukuna confirmed, maintaining a more appropriate distance now. âWeâve been together for some time, and I live with her.â
Yorozu tried to maintain her facade of indifference, making it appear as though she was unfazed by his revelation. âThatâs... Thatâs cool,â she said, âIâm sorry for, uh, the kiss.â
Sukuna nodded, âItâs fine. I shouldâve told you sooner.â
âYouâre alright,â she reassured him, âIt's totally my fault. I hope she wonât be upset with you or something.â
Sukuna had no plans to tell you, knowing well the additional turmoil it would bring to your already strained relationship. However, he realized the importance of clarity in his intentions and the need to set boundaries. âWeâre just friends. Weâll keep things civil. Iâll finish your tattoo in a couple more sessions, and then weâre done. Sounds fair?â
Yorozu nodded her head with a reluctant smile. âFair enough.âÂ
â â
5 more days. Her sleeve required five more sessions, and days went by too fast for him to count. He had busied himself with his clients, while you had busied yourself with yours. He couldnât even spend time with you because his shop took a chunk of his time from him, and even at home, things had become too awkward ever since your unspoken night.Â
So, in some ways, Yorozu became his routine. She visited his shop for the past four nights and he had taken her home afterwards. She was in absolute love with her rose sleeve and they werenât even complete yet. He still owed her one last session and told himself that it should also be the last time she should be around him. It wasnât right and he didnât want to create another source of argument with you.Â
And in truth, he certainly felt a little guilty for spending more time with his ex than his own girlfriend. But did he purposely do it? No, it was fate that brought her to his door about a week ago.Â
In spite of his stubbornness to admit his wrongdoing, he still ended up stopping by the flower market to get you a nice bouquet of white lilies. He knew you could make a prettier bouquet than that, but he thought it would be a perfect opportunity to surprise you with flowers that didnât exactly come from you. Besides, he had some making up to do.Â
Later that night, when he returned to your shared home, he found you sitting at the couch seemingly waiting for him to come home. The lights were dimmed and the television was turned off. For some reason, you were wearing outside clothes and had a somber expression on your face, too. That alone caused the loud thumping of his heart.Â
âHey,â he greeted, nonetheless, sitting next to you on the couch and kissing your cheek. âEverything okay, baby?âÂ
Your eyes carried sadness in them as you looked at him and searched for answers you couldnât find. âWhere were you?âÂ
Sukuna handed the bouquet over. âGot you flowers.âÂ
You didnât accept them. Instead, every second seemed to torture you. âWhere were you before that?âÂ
âIn the shopâŠ?â He didnât know where to start, but he was definitely scared. âWhy? Sorry Iâve been busy lately. Iâll make it up to you, angel.âÂ
âYou close your shop at nine,â you pointed out, voice breaking in the middle of your sentence. âWhy do you always come home at two in the morning?âÂ
Fuck. Fuck! What should he say? Should he make an excuse for it? Should he say heâd been checking on Yuuji after his shifts? Should he say heâd been riding to other cities to clear his mind? He didnât fucking know what to say, especially not when you were clearly on the verge of bursting out.Â
âAnswer me!â you cried, finally releasing the bottle out in the open. The tears that welled in your eyes now streamed ceaselessly down your face. âYouâre an asshole. I-I hate you! I fucking⊠you think I donât know? You think Iâm too stupid to know?!â
Sukuna calmly received the fists you had swung on his chest as he tried to grab ahold of your arms. âBaby, Iâll explain everything.âÂ
âNo, damn y-you!â The tremor in your voice squeezed his heart in the most painful way because he hated seeing you breaking down in front of him and over him. This wasnât the first time he had made you cry, but this was the first time he had seen you actually sob like this. âI-I gave myself to you! I left my p-parents for you! And this is what you do to me? Youâre cheating on me with your ex?!âÂ
He was desperate to hold you, hug you, cage you in his arms. He wanted to take your pain away. Wipe your tears away. However, you didnât allow him to touch even a strand on your hair as you kept on pushing him off. Sukuna felt like he was going to lose his mind. âBaby, listen to me please. Itâs really not what you thinkââ
âI donât care!â you spat, moving away to wipe the tears off your face. âI donât fucking care! You sleeping with her or not doesnât change a thing. Donât you get it? Iâll never be enough for you!â Despite your loud voice, the cracks in her facade only revealed your longing for validation and acceptance, etching into every tear-stained moment you two had shared over the course of your relationship. He watched you, paralyzed by the sight of you breaking down, as you grabbed a luggage you had been hiding behind the couch as if you were ready to leave. âIâll never be the person you want me to be and staying with you will always remind me of it!âÂ
âNo, no, no⊠Letâs talk.â Sukuna had to suppress his own tears while he tried to reach out for you. âBaby, please. I donât feel anything for her, or anyone. Itâs just you. You are enough for me, baby. Iâm sorry, please.âÂ
You, on the other hand, were adamant at your decision. âI canât stand what youâre doing to me anymore. I donât like how you make me feel about myself. I hate how you make me question my own choices!â Tears continued to flow, and your voice wavered, transitioning from anger to a more subdued, pained tone. âI hate⊠I hate that I love you so much, that I lost all my backbone just to make you happy.âÂ
âYou donât need to.â He was feeling more and more miserable now, his heart sore from all the emotions he had seen from you. âY/N, you donât need to. Iâm sorry, I love you. I love you so fucking much.â Â
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âItâs over, Sukuna,â were the last words he could recall hearing before passing out drunk in his bed that afternoon. âWeâre done.â
â â
It was your first heartbreak. Your first actual relationship. Your first everything. Surely, people shouldnât expect you to move on easily, especially not when the subject of your heartache worked across the street from you.Â
You were a mess. You had cried enough tears after you moved out of his apartment that night, screamed your heart out as you suffered from the pain of loneliness once more. You couldnât even bear the thought of returning to your parents and hearing them say they told you so, because loving Sukuna was a choice you thought was good for you.Â
In the end, he was just a poison without any antidote. A toxin without remedy. The most effective solution was to sever all ties to prevent further contamination.
But strangely enough, you hadnât seen him in his shop ever since that night, either. The tattoo parlor remained closed for more than two weeks without any notice. While a small part of you worried for him, a bigger part of you cared for yourself. He no longer held any importance to your life, and you should let it remain that way.Â
What you should focus on, instead, was living your life without any trace of him. A life of independence, away from the toxicity of a manipulative man who constantly made you doubt yourself and what you offered. As they say, you have to learn to love yourself first before you can fully learn to love others.Â
And in your journey of knowing the truth of that saying, a certain white-haired man entered your floral shop on a somber Friday afternoon just as you were arranging preordered bouquets for multiple customers to pick up.Â
âHey,â you greeted the man, surprised at his sudden appearance at your shop.Â
Satoru grinned as he approached you closer. âIâm here to pick up two bouquets.â
âOh, it was your order?â Your eyes widened. Silly you. Of course, Suguru would order on his friendâs behalf. He wouldnât even get his girlfriend some flowers, let alone his mother. So this being Satoruâs order made much more sense. âOkay, you got a bouquet of blush peonies and another bouquet of pink tulips, am I correct?â
He smiled handsomely, displaying his set of perfect white teeth while listening to you talk. âCorrect.âÂ
âFor your mom?â you asked before you made your way to pick up the bouquets, handing them to him carefully.Â
His response came with a soft, affirmative hum. âMhm. One for her,â he said, taking only the bouquet of tulips, âThe other is for you.âÂ
Oh, no, no, definitely no. You had seen this before and it didnât go well.Â
âThatâs lovely, butâŠâ You offered a smile. âIâm not taking those peonies.âÂ
Satoru acted innocent, his vibrant blue eyes coruscating under the ambient lights. âBut itâs motherâs day.âÂ
You playfully shook your head. âIâm not even a mother.â
âYes, you are,â he went on teasing, âthe mother of my future kids. I like to think in advance, you know.âÂ
Honestly? This man started off with a bad impression on you, but he wasnât actually so bad. He was an easygoing, happy-go-lucky person who carried positive energy around him. That, and he was decent, too. He was the type of guy your parents would have surely approved of. He was a degree holder like you, even pursuing graduate studies to run a business that was already generating an income that you could only imagine of getting. He was set for life with no uncertainty with what he wanted for his future.Â
âSatoru?â
He met your gaze. âYeah?â
âAbout your offer last time,â you recalled, recalling his earlier jest about teaching you some things in bed, âI think I'd like to take you up on that.â
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A multi-headcanon request please. How the boys react when they discover their s/o has been hiding a wound from them because she had it under control and didn't want to give them something else to worry about
Hi! Thanks so much for the request and all the support! Have written a little fic for each of the guys, starring... - Xavier, Deepspace Hunter extraordinaire âš - Linkon's worst best baking partner, Zayne đȘ - Drama queen Rafayel đ - King of self-care, Sylus đ
Putting On A Brave Face
L&DS Boys x Reader
Summary: Sometimes, a certain hunter likes to say things are fine when they definitely aren't...
Genre: A lil bit of angst, mostly fluff + comfort!
Warnings/Additional tags: female reader, established relationship, swearing, canon pet names, some injury details/blood mentioned, teeeeency bit of suggestion (I'm looking at YOU, Sylus...)
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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!
Xavier â
This is bad. Not âend of everything as we know itâ bad, but definitely âan obscene amount of paperworkâ bad.
You clutch one of your pistols to your chestâ deep breathâ and you listen carefully, your head leant back against the rock youâre using as cover. Your mind latches on to every sound: each growl, each rumble of earth that marks the movements of the Wanderers that have trapped you here.
Youâve fought worse odds, but then again, you donât usually have to do it with a broken leg.
Or maybe just sprained? You shift a little, trying to move, and the pain that sears through you settles the debate in an instant. Your teeth sink into the back of your hand to keep you from crying out.
You hope Xavierâs ok. You sent him your co-ordinates minutes ago, and the lack of response has worry gnawing away at the deepest parts of you. You check your hunterâs watch.
Still nothing.
Another deep breath, and you readjust your position as much as you can. Balancing on your good leg, you manage to peer over the top of the rock to get a visual of your surroundings.
Thereâs four, noâ five Wanderers. Stupid no-hunt zone; youâre never not outnumbered.
You can see your second pistol, abandoned in the middle of the clearing where youâd dropped it. Thereâs flickers of movement, too: further in the woods. More Wanderers. Shit.
You duck behind the rock youâre starting to think might be your new home. Then your watch flickers, broadcasting a map of the area, and thereâs the co-ordinates of another hunter, closing in fast.
Something flashes in the clearing, lighting the dark of the forest like a stutter of lightning. Then again. Then again. Thereâs a blood-curdling roar, and it endsâ abruptâ with another flash.
Everything goes silent, save for a familiar voice calling your name.
âXavier!â you call back.
You peek over the rock to see your partner jogging towards you, dead Wanderers littered behind him. âAre you alright?â he asks, his voice soft as always, but his sword is still dripping blood.
âIâm ok.â You clamber up, using the rock as a seat when the small effort almost breaks you. âYou?â
Xavier draws closeâ his gloved hands on your face, cupping your cheeks. His thumb grazes over a shallow scrape on your brow. âYeah,â he answers.
âDid you find that weird Wanderer?â
He shakes his head: no. Steps back to check his watch. âItâs probably moved on to a different zone by now.â
âThen we should look for it,â you say, standing up. All of your weight is on one leg.
âAh,â Xavier ponders, rubbing his neck, âreally? I thought we should maybe head back.â
âNo need.â And whatâs the plan here, exactly? You canât walk. You definitely canât fight. Maybe you can wait here while heâ no. Heâs never going to leave you. âI told you Iâm ok.â
âBut youâre not.â
âI am,â you assert. Youâre determined to convince him and your own, useless body. Itâs just a sprain. It is just a sprain. You take a step forwards and stumble, your bad leg crumpling beneath you.
Xavier catches you, strong and solid, and he's holding you like youâre something delicate. He sets you down on the rock again. The pain is making your vision swim.
âYouâre hurt,â he reasons gently, even though the truth of it is a knife thatâs twisting in your heart. He seems to sense your reluctance: âThereâs no shame in admitting that. It happens. Letâs go back.â
âNo.â
âWhy?â
âBecause Iâm slowing you down, Xavier!â you gush. Your heart is split open and it has to bleed somewhere. âYou have no idea what itâs like⊠being your partner.â
Heâs looking at you with so much guilt and gods, you wish that somewhere was anywhere but his hands. âWhat do you mean?â he asks on a shaky breath. Â
âI love working with you.â Soften the blow. âI love being with you, but you donât need me. Youâre this incredible hunter. This figure of legend, of everyoneâs stories. You can do so much on your own and I just donât know how to keep up. I mean, look at meâ I canât.â
You feel sick. Empty. âYou shouldnât have to hang back for me,â you finish limply. âYouâre you, Xavier. You can fight like a hundred Wanderers and still come out unscathed.â
The blue of Xavierâs eyes has grown understandably more turbulent, though it settles a little. He seems to relax. âYeah⊠about that,â he mumbles hesitantly.
He turns around and your mouth drops. A savage cut drapes like a crimson sash down his back, splitting the white of his uniform. Itâs not deep enough to be fatal, but itâs not good, either.
âWhaâ Xavier!â you exclaim, trying to surge forwards, but your pain keeps you rooted. âYou said you were ok!â
âSo did you,â he frowns, bewildered. âCan we get out ofââ
âYeah, yeah.â You let him take your arm and help you to your feet.
He leads you through the clearing and into the forest, supporting your weight as you hop along beside him. Thereâs a murmur about how he should carry you, but youâre quick to reassure him heâs doing enough. Youâre both hurting; you both just need to survive the short walk out of the no-hunt zone, where a med team can take over.
âYou donât slow me down, you know,â Xavier says quietly, after a minute of silence. âYouâre the reason I can keep going.â
You squeeze his arm affectionately, mustering a smile even though youâre nauseous with pain and the idea that heâs been dwelling on your speech this whole time. âWell,â you chuckle through gritted teeth, âyouâre gonna have to learn how to get by without me.â
âHuh?â He gives you a curious look.
You glance down at your leg. âZayneâs gonna kill me...â
Zayne â
âIâm a doctor.â
You stop what youâre doing to fix Zayne with a questioning stare. âOkâŠ?â
âIâve published dozens of research papers. Pioneered new surgical techniques. My work on Evol-based regenerative properties still has lasting implications for my field, and Iâve the accolades to show for it. The Starcatcher Award. The Linde Award, tooâ I was the youngest ever recipient.â
None of this is news to you, and you canât help chuckling at this change in your usually-humble physician. You humour him: âThe youngest ever recipient, huh?â Thereâs a crack as you split an egg on the side of the bowl in front of you. âThatâs very impressive.â
âIs it?â
Zayne stands from his seat at your kitchen table: you hear the chair draw back. You feel his presence arrive behind you as you continue to stir your soon-to-be cookie dough. âYeah,â you lilt with a smile.
âReally?â he pushes again, and his arms wrap around you as he bends to speak into your ear. âBecause someone seems to think I canât even recognise aââ he nips at itâ âsprained ankle.â
His breath is warm on your neck and you let out a giggle. âKeep speaking to me like that and these cookies are never making it into the oven. Or your stomach.â
The man relents. He releases you, not returning to his seat but opting to lean against the kitchen counter instead. You glance up at him; he stares back, waiting for an actual answer.
âMy ankle is fine, Zayne.â
Thereâs a sigh as he crosses his arms.
âIt is,â you insist, even though you did sprain your ankle at work today, it does hurt like hell, and you do just want to sit down. You reach for the flour youâd measured out previously, tipping it into the larger bowl. âIf it wasnât, would I really be hereâ making you cookies?â
âYes,â he says plainly.
âYouâre delusional.â
âOk.â Â
Well, that was a little too easy. Donât overthink it, and definitely donât read into the fact that heâs standing there oh-so-smugly, like he knows something you donât. You finish stirring the flour into the mixture, then add the last of the ingredients. Just a pinch of salt, and thenâŠ
Where did you put the chocolate chips? You glance about yourself but theyâre nowhere in sight. âHey, Zayne? Have you seen theââ
âThis cupboard,â he indicates with an upwards nod of his head. His eyes are relentless. âTop shelf.â
Ah. Thatâs ok. Youâve totally got this. You move beneath the cupboard, opening it and gazing up into the contents. You can see the pack of chocolate chips. You can get up there somehow, right?
âWould you like me toââ Zayne starts, but you cut him off:
âNope.â You put your hands on your hips. âPleaseâ if I can climb the back of an alive, awake, and very angry deluge wyrmlord to put a sword through its skull, I think I can make it onto the kitchen counter in one piece. Lemme justâŠâ
Your knee lifts. You make it about a centimetre from the floor before Zayneâs hands are on your waist, grounding you. âStop,â he instructs, and it's not a tone that allows for any rebuttal. Satisfied by your silence, he brings the chocolate chips down to you.
âThanks,â you say quietly as theyâre placed on the counter.
âYouâre welcome."
Sheepishly, you spill a generous amount of chocolate chips into the cookie mixture. Your throat hurts in the way that keeps you from saying anything more. You already feel like an idiot, and your eyes are watering, threatening to make you look like even more of one.
Zayneâs hand appears in front of you, hovering over the bowl. You laugh in understanding: giving the half-empty bag another shake so chocolate chips fall into his palm.
âYou⊠donât have to explain yourself,â he says as he lifts them to his mouth. His next words are muffled: âBut you can tell me anything, my love. I never want you to feel as though you canât.â
You chuckle again; you canât help yourself. Look at him: your oh-so-serious doctor shovelling chocolate into his mouth. He raises an eyebrow at you, his lips still on his palm.
âI know I can tell you anything,â you smile, the ache in your throat receding, however much the rest of you hurts. âI did sprain my ankle. Itâs not that I wanted to hide it from you, itâs justââ you stop stirring the mixtureâ âitâs just that your whole life is taking care of people at the hospital. You should get a break from it. You should get to be Zayne, here⊠at home. Just Zayne, not Doctor Zayne.â
Zayneâs hazel eyes have taken on a hue of regret. He pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, buying himself a few seconds as he contemplates. âAre you a doctor?â he asks after a moment.
âNo?â
âAnd yet, here you are, taking care of me.â He reaches for the abandoned packet of chocolate chips. âTell me, does it feel like work to you?â
âYeah,â you tease, drawing the packet away from his stretching fingers in explanation; youâre both grinning.
âWell, it never feels like work to me. Just Zayne likes taking care of you. And right now? He wants to bundle you up on the sofa and finish these cookies for you.â
You purse your lips: thatâs some dubious wording. âZayne, hell will freeze over before I leave you and this cookie dough unsupervised.â
He shushes you, pulling on the cord of your apron until the bow at your back comes loose. Before you can protest, heâs wearing the apron himself.
âZayne, Iâm not kidding. I know what youâre gonna do. Youâre gonna get rid of me, and then youâllââ
âShh,â he coos again, whisking you carefully off your feet, because itâs time for a taste of your own medicine. âYouâre delusional.â
Rafayel đ„
âMmhmm. Mmhmm.â
âRaf, who are youââ
He holds out a finger to shush you. âMmhmm.â
You cross your arms impatiently. Who is he even talking to, anyway? His lilac eyes are locked on you as he continues humming away, apparently very invested in whatever the person on the phone is saying; youâve never seen him go this long without talking.
He narrows his eyes at you. You narrow your eyes right back.
All around you, guests of the exhibition are milling about, all dressed to the nines and minding their business, however much they want the attention of the man in front of you. A few of them linger as they pass him, like they want to say something, like theyâre going to say somethingâŠ
But they donât.
Itâs a wonder that Rafayel stands out in the crowd as much as he does. Youâd seamlessly located him, back from your third trip to the bathroom to check on the bandages youâve managed to conceal beneath this dress. Heâs still holding your purse for you, his phone in his other hand, exceptâ
Thatâs your phone. Thatâs your phone! âRafayel!â
He shushes you again. âI understand,â he says solemnly, notably not to you, âthanks for letting me know.â The call is ended. He takes a deep, collected breath, then looks at you. âI knew it!â
âKnew what? Who was that?â
âZayne.â
âYou called Zayne?â
âLike I had a choice!â Rafayel retaliates. It is true; heâs spent the entire evening trying to get you to admit something was wrong, and you had no intention of giving him that pleasure. âYouâre supposed to be in the hospital! What kind of idiot breaks out of the hospital?â
The lack of irony in the question almost breaks you. âUmm⊠you?! Like every other week?!â
He shrugs. âThatâs different.â
âRafayel, I swear, Iâm gonnaâ ah!â you gasp in pain. Youâd stepped forwards too quicklyâ maybe to strangle him, but thatâs neither here nor thereâ and the wound on your side is clearly on his side. It stings like hell: punishing you, and you know the pain is self-inflicted.
Rafayel frowns in concern, maybe even guilt, and thatâs why you didnât tell him. âCâmon, we should go,â he insists gravely.
âItâs fine, Raf. It doesnât evenââ
âStop lying! You said you wouldnât hide stuff like this from me. You promised, remember?â
Youâre losing track of all the promises youâve made to the Lemurian, but you do remember that one. Guilt has its teeth in you, too. âI know,â you grumble, âIâm sorry, ok? I just knewââ
âWhat?â
âThat youâd act like this! Youâve been working on this exhibition for months, Raf. Tonight is supposed to be about you. Not meâ you. And I want it to stay that way. Everyoneâs here to celebrate you and your work, and thatâs how it should be. Thatâs what I want. To support you. To be here for you.â
Your voice has gone timid. You finish meekly: âCanât you let me do this for you? Please?â
Rafayelâs eyes are wide and still the prettiest things youâve ever seen, even in a room full of masterpieces and jewels you could never afford. They shine with uncertainty, but soften as he smiles, full of fondness and affection. âThatâs sweet. But also? Really dumb.â
âRafââ
âThe onlyâ and I mean onlyâ reason Iâm here tonight is because you are. I donât care about what anyone thinks about me or my paintings. Just you. And you can see this?â He gestures around the gallery. âAnytime. My lifeâs your private exhibition, cutie. Exclusive access, 24/7, and I wouldnât want it any other way.â
He steps closer to you: close enough that he can see the tear thatâs made it halfway down your cheek. He wipes it away with a chuckle. âPlus,â he adds, âI know you know Iâm amazing. You donât need these old sourpusses to tell you that, do you?â
You laugh tentatively. âNo, I donât.â
Your injury protests as you use the lapels on Rafayelâs blazer to pull him closer; you have to stand on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Heâs still grinning as he draws away, a light blush on his cheeks, but the sweetness of the moment vanishes as his gaze drifts lower.
âMy eyes are up here, Rafayel.â
âYeahâŠâ he concedes mindlessly, but then he points: âyou know youâre like, bleeding, right?â
You glance downwards to where the red of your dress is turning darker. Thereâs just a small splotch, but itâs growing. Shit. You must have reopened the wound.
âThomas?â you hear Rafayel call, and then heâs stuffing a silk handkerchief into your handsâ helping you apply pressure. âWe have to get out of here,â he explains as a figure joins you.
His agent folds his arms; this is not dissimilar to stunts you and Rafayel have pulled before. âFake blood, guys? Really?â He pinches the bridge of his nose. âYou canât leave, Rafayel. I can just see the headlines tomorrowâŠâ
âDashing artist selflessly flees exhibition to save devoted bodyguard,â Rafayel concurs with a nod.
Thomas groans. âThatâs not what theyâre going toââ
âHelp me out with this, cutie?â
âYes, sir,â you mock salute.
A moment later, Rafayel has scooped you up into his arms. Your hero; he gives you a conspiratorial wink before glancing about frantically. âQuickly!â he cries out. âEveryone out of the way, please!â
âFor the love ofââ Thomas starts.
âOh, gods!â you shout in agony. âIt hurts. It hurts!â
Heads turn. Cameras flash.
Tomorrow morning, half of Linkon will be talking about one of their favourite celebrities and his long-envied bodyguard. A news article will pop-up on her doctorâs phone, and heâll see the pictures and sigh.
Sylus đ©ž
âItâs not too late to back down, sweetie,â Sylus sneers.
âAw, but you got all dressed up for the occasion.â
Your eyes rake over the outline of the manâs abs, courtesy of the tank top heâs wearing, and it does take the sting out of the fact that heâll be trying to hit you. He holds his wrapped hands before him, ready to defend, ready to attack. Heâll probably attack, right?
âLast chance,â he growls.
âIs it, though?â This is the third âlast chanceâ youâve been given in the five minutes youâve been teetering on combat. You beckon him with a curl of your fingers. âCome on, Sylus. This is getting old.â
He scoffs: âHow do you think I feel?â
âLike youâre about to get your ass kicked?â
âAlright, enough.â His hands drop and it feels like youâre back at the academy, about to be scolded for not taking something seriously. Sylus turns his back on you. Moves to the edge of the boxing ring so he can retrieve a stool from outside of it and sit down in a huff. He starts peeling the wraps from his knuckles, andâ wait, is he mad? Like, actually mad?
âWhatâs wrong, Sy?â
He laughs as though youâre missing something dreadfully obvious. Maybe irony.
âSylus?â
âYou really are heartless, sweetie. You know that?â
The words steal your breath away, if only for a moment. Yours is a relationship of pulled punches, but he wonât meet your gaze and that one was real, wasnât it? He wanted it to sting. âWhyââ
âI could have hurt you,â he snaps, his dishevelled, snowy hair falling to cover his eyes. His discarded wraps slide from his hands, pooling by his feet like blood. âYou were going to let me hurt you.â
He looks at you, finally, but itâs not in the way you want. His gaze is cast low, trailing over your body and making you feel every bruise, every closed cut that wants to reopen and every ache, rooted almost to bone. Youâd done your best to hide it, even going so far as to press make-up hastily over your purpled skin.
That Wanderer really did a number on you yesterday. Â
âYou should have told me,â Sylus says, since youâve made it onto the same page. âHonestly, kitten. Why would youââ
âBecause Luke and Kieran told me, ok?â
Oh, theyâre going to kill you. It was supposed to be a secret, and here you are, spilling like a fresh wound because you canât stand the thought of Sylus being upset with you. You step closer, scrambling to dissect what youâve done right in front of his eyesâ holding it out to him: this is why. This is why. âThey said you had a rough week. Some deals of yours had fallen through or something. And Iâve been too busy. I havenât called, I havenât even texted, andâŠâ
You need him to understand, but the truth is a mess in your hands and how do you even start to explain it to him?
âYou wanted to do something for me,â he finishes for you, and you donât have to explain a thing.
âYeahâŠâ you confirm, bittersweet and still sad. âYou do so much for me, Sylus. I just wanted to do what you wanted, for a change.â
Maybe itâs a round of boxing. Maybe itâs a dozen illicit dealings where he needs you to play enforcerâ it doesnât matter. As long as heâs happy.
âCome here,â he orders gently.
You close the rest of the rift between you, letting him reach for you and pull you closer. His knees have spread so you can slot against him, and his arms circle around youâ trapping youâ as he nuzzles into the warmth of your stomach.
âIâm sorry I called you heartless,â he speaks into you, his voice muffled as he gives you a chaste kiss. He then cranes his head upwards, resting his chin against you so he can profess more clearly: âI do worry about you, kitten.â
âI knowââ your hands move to his headâ âIâm sorry too. I shouldnât have lied to you.â
âMmm,â he hums in accordance, maybe even forgiveness, and his eyes close as your fingers card through the soft of his hair. âI lied too.â
âYeah?â
âYeah,â he confesses on a contented sigh. âI didnât want to spend today⊠boxing.â
âWhat do you want to do today, Sy?â
His eyes flicker open and his hands find your hips. âWhat I really wantâŠâ he contemplates, as his thumbs slip under the hem of your shirt to rub circles on your skin, âis to take care of you.â
There are lifetimes of need in his gaze.
âWonât you let me take care of you, sweetie?â
âŠ
âIf he finds the terms so disagreeable, then heâs more than welcome to take his business elsewhere. Althoughââ Sylusâs voice is coldâ âhe might find his other options less⊠amenable than when he saw them last. Less communicative, too. You can tell him I said so.â
He ends the phone call. Smiles. âSorry about that, sweetie.â
âAre the boys ok?â
The smile widens, even though you canât see it. âTheyâre fine.â
Phone set aside, Sylus carries on with the important business Kieranâs call had distracted him from. Youâre half asleep, your head in his lap as he brushes your hair: rose-scented and soft from the bath heâd drawn for you, hours ago. Every bandage is fresh and clean. Every ache has been dulled with a lazy massage and more chaste kisses, for good measure.
âPerfect day,â you mumble blissfully.
âPerfect day,â Sylus agrees.
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title: i've changed, won't you see?
pairing: prohero!katsuki x reader
summary: katsuki ruined your life when you were small, giving you a life altering injury, though getting nothing more than a pat on the back. throughout his successes he can't get you out of his mind, so he sets out to make amends with you.
tags: silent voice inspired!! childhood bully katsuki :(, disabled reader, mentions of violence, angst to fluff, su1cide attempt, comfort, implied nsfw, no proofread
(a/n: i wanted to give my hand at really long works while doing drabbles in between but i have so many drafts now jajsjsj)
wc: ~4k
your eyes were always blurry around him it seemed. your hands shaking as your voice cracked, just begging him. "please leave me alone!" with all the might a five year old could muster.
they scoffed at you, they always did. "crybaby. blame your parents for not giving you a quirk. you should've moved when i told you to anyways, it's my park dont you know?" katsuki mocked, moving closer to you, noticing the card behind your back.
"stop being so mean! quirkless people don't do anything wrong!"
"quirkless don't do anything."
your chest was heaving with pain, your little heart couldn't take it. "you-- you'll never be a hero, you're too mean!"
in an act of rage, he set off an explosion. it was only meant to intimidate you but..
once the smoke settled your screams of terror filled the playground.
blood dripped on the floor, pooling in your hand as your grasped your ear. a ringing was all you could hear, it was driving you crazy.
were you crying? you couldn't tell, you couldn't hear. your eyes were shut as you were filled with panic, the smell of iron flooding your senses.
but katsuki remembered so much more.
the smell of the burned cartilage of your ear, the sight of it, or rather the lack of. the blood that wouldn't stop coming, why wasn't it stopping?
his group that usually rallied behind him was now gone, leaving him and a wailing you alone. he tried to talk to you, but you weren't responding.
he grew the courage to touch you, tapping on your shoulder slowly, but that didn't comfort you. in fact he thought it made it worse, making you bow your head in a defensive position.
he stared at you, unable to move, he was supposed to be a hero like allmight, were you right?
finally, a teacher came running to get you, an ambulance already on the way. they didn't look at katsuki, only at the pitiful state you were in.
you didn't respond to them either.
katsuki felt sick as he stood where you and the teacher had left them. he felt sick as he looked down to the remains of what he'd done to you.
he couldn't process it yet, but he felt a sickening despair and guilt be placed upon his shoulders.
one that wouldn't disappear.
he wasn't blamed for anything, only getting a quirk consolation. they thought he lost control? his parents eyed him as he tried to explain what had truely happened, he didn't know why he was trying, did he want to get punished?
but even after, nothing was done. with a lecture and a couple promises he was sent back to class with nothing done to him.
your life was changed forever though, it was apparent in the way that you seemed even more quiet and closed off. you sat in the back, never spoke to anyone, and got teary eyed when he even stood close to you.
your hair covered your ears constantly, a hearing aid peeking through the strands occasionally. the teacher never forced you to participate, none of them ever made an effort.
the teacher had explained to the class how you were completely deaf in one ear, and extremely hard of hearing in the other. how you'd use sign language from now on, and that the class would learn some in support. they never did though, the conversation going ignored as soon as it was uttered.
you were pulled out of class often, the teacher having to tap you on the shoulder to get your attention. your eyes dejected and your presence small as the person who came to get you made gestures with their hands to you.
you'd been cruelly placed in matching classes 'til your last years of junior high. you'd stayed the same way for forever, it was like a weight placed over his chest.
yet he felt he deserved it. he knew he was messed up. he watched you, a lot. he saw you in the back corners, usually forgotten and ignored. when you were acknowledged you were mocked, people making random hand signs to make fun of the way he forced you to communicate, mocking your unconfident speech right after.
he saw the way you sunk into yourself afterwards, making his heart hurt as you grew impossibly smaller. your hands held your own as you prayed for it to be over.
everytime you'd catch him in the halls, you'd still freeze up. your breath shaky as you bowed and left quickly, making his friends laugh but make him queasy.
that interaction was witnessed by your teacher who, after a day of you not showing up, assigned him to give you your work for the day.
with sweaty palms and a racing heart, he dropped by your house. he knew where it was, of course he did, your mom and his were close industry friends even after the incident.
because you'd never told anyone about what he'd do to you.
he knocked on the door, attempting to seem nonchalant. when you answered though, he felt his heart lurch in his chest.
"[name], uh-- this is your work."
you didn't respond, you looked almost nauseous at the sight of him, it was deserved though.
he placed your work on the floor and walked off, that was the only time he'd spoken to you since the incident,
and he couldn't even apologize.
- - -
U-A wouldn't only be a dream for him, but a release for you both. was it selfish to want to run away from his problems? sure, but it'd help you too.
as everyone in the class exclaimed the names of the schools they picked, unsurprised at katsuki's choice, he pondered on where you'd go.
nobody asked you, so you didn't speak. staying quiet as you looked out the window.
katsuki got accepted into U-A easily, but he couldn't help but feel he lacked the main criteria. he'd hurt people poorly, and couldn't apologize because of his ego.
he felt sick to accept these accomplishments of his, knowing it'd be built up on the foundation of hurting you.
but he did anyway, selfishly. he kept up his harsh demeanor in U-A anyways, working hard and scoring high. he graduated top of his class, job offers to agencies left and right.
he accepted one, working for his old internship officially now. he climbed the ranks quickly, saving lives and catching the attention of the media.
a couple years later, he was a steady number five hero when he took a patrol route over for deku. as he strolled through the city, stores littering the buildings, he saw someone he never thought he'd see again.
you, only now working for your mothers seamstress company. you were embroidering something on the station, hands precise and focused, not noticing him.
he had to keep moving, but.. he made a mental note to come back later.
he finished his patrol anxious, he went to sleep thinking of what he'd even say to you. 'hey sorry for ruining your life, can you forgive me?' he slapped his forehead in frustration.
he searched up basic sign language for beginners, learning a bit. he laughed at the stupid thoughts of your forgiveness that he dreamt of.
"as if i deserve it." he muttered, looking deeply at the ceiling of his room before falling asleep.
as soon as he awoke, he got dressed and prepared. he tried to look causal, as if he wasn't planning this.
he walked in, immediately greeted by your mother who congratulated him on his heroics. "well isn't that dynamite? saving the world i see."
he laughed politely. "i'll be number one soon enough."
"of course! well, what're you looking for? i'll give you a family discount, you grew up so close to [name] didn't you?"
his heart jumped into his throat.
"uh.. we did."
"you two were so adorable! she was so nervous around you, she must've had a crush on you or something!"
"i definitely don't think so."
"oh, you're just being modest." she said, hitting his arm lightly. "there she is now, go and speak to her."
"uh-- i--"
"go!" she shoved him in your direction, making you look up to see him. your lips parted in an unrecognizable expression as you saw him, the line you were working on now crooked as you were left alone together.
it's been about ten years hadn't it? ten years since he last saw you, but a lifetime he needed to apologize for.
he'd learned so much in U-A, outwardly changing his demeanor to what he always aspired to be. but all that meant nothing to you, who only experienced him at his worst.
he awkwardly raised his hand up to you, he did his best to sign while speaking, his hands shaky and unconfident. "hi [name], i'm really sorry about what happened back then."
your eyes followed the movements, your hands absentmindedly wrapping around yourself loosely, defensively.
"i know this is a lot but,
can we be friends?"
he waited anxiously for you to answer, you looking as if you were processing it.
in a grown up, yet timid voice, one that he hadn't heard since you were young, you almost whispered, signing as you did so out of reflex. "thank you, bakugo." your eyes grew watery. great, he just couldn't seem to stop making you cry.
he sat near you after getting wordless permission to, hanging onto every word you spoke, and being mindful to speak in a calm tone himself.
"i.. i'd like a friend, honestly. a new one anyways."
he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when you said that, but still, it wasn't enough.
he wanted to, no needed to make you happy. the years of torment he subjected you to couldn't be made up by anything less than years of happiness.
after a bit of small talk, him asking you questions about what you'd been up to, how your life was treating you. he zoned out a couple times, thinking of how beautiful you've become.
"what would make you happy, [name]?" he finally said, his head supported on his hand as he gazed at you, making sure to enunciate his words so you could read his lips.
"what makes you ask?"
"i-- i want to make you happy. no matter the cost, it's what you deserve."
she laughed softly at that, her eyes flickering with an indistinguishable expression. "...i always wanted to travel. around the world, to see mountains and landscapes."
"then i'll take you."
"you don't have t--"
"i do. and ill do more [name], what i did to you was-- is horrible. you know that."
"i..
okay, okay bakugo."
"katsuki."
you smiled, "katsuki."
going from having very limited contact with your only friend from high school, to having a prohero come to your shop everyday was jarring. but not unwelcomed.
he brought gifts with him everytime, learning what you'd like and not. it ranged from food to stuffed animals, flowers to accessories, all of which you really appreciated.
you grew closer, eventually starting to meet outside of your mother's shop. at the park or walking around the mall, he'd take you anywhere you wanted to go. he'd pay for everything too, despite your reluctance.
he kept his word to you, and at the end of the month he asked you to come up to his apartment.
a penthouse.
as you walked in, greeted by the shimmering atmosphere of the expensive furniture and decor all around, abstract paintings and trophies littering shelves on the walls.
you stood by the front entrance, taking off your shoes as you walked in. "katsuki?" you asked, looking around.
he came out, a tiny smile on his face. "ya made it." he had something behind his back, "come in [name]."
the apartment was huge to say the least, it becoming even bigger than it looked from the entrance. he guided you to his plush couch, sitting next to you.
"so, i know you said you dreamt of traveling, right?"
at your nod, he pulled out the tickets from behind his back. "i.. got this tickets for you. i didn't want to push it in case you didn't want me to go with you but--"
you cut him off with a hug, tackling him into the couch.
"of course i want you to come,
katsuki."
you signed his name differently than other times,
you'd finally made a name for him.
he hugged back mindfully, so excited to finally have a huge first step in the right direction.
but he still needed to make you happy. "we'll leave in two days if that's okay, i just wanted to give you time to pack."
"okay, that's good."
"do you.. want to stay?" he asked nervously, the thought had popped into his mind and out his mouth in a millisecond.
you blinked, sitting up on his legs, pondering it over.
"sure, okay."
he put on some movies for the two of you, his heart was racing at the proximity of your body to his.
the night ended with you laid on top of him, fast asleep as he was comforted by the beating of your heart against his. your chest against his, his hand in your hair as your head laid in his neck.
he woke up first, to the sight of the gold light making you look heavenly, your hair messy from how he was playing with it throughout the night. your face was almost against his, he could kiss you right now.
but he shouldn't. he would move but he didn't want to couldn't, so he looked you over. you woke up to the feeling of his fingers caressing your face, your eyes half lidded from sleep.
"'suki. g'morning."
his heart was getting used to irregularly pounding around you at this point. "[name], uh-- hi."
after a couple moments, you got off of him, much to his discontent. his hands sliding down your legs as you got up.
"i'll be going now, i gotta pack and stuff." you said, looking in one of the many mirrors scattered around as you fixed your appearance as much as you could.
he nodded. "let me walk you home at least."
and he did walk you home, hand in hand.
those two nights he spent pondering over you. he didn't know why, but hero work felt much lighter after talking it out with you. becoming your friend was one of the best things he'd achieved in years, and that was including his recent rankings.
he thought back to how he treated you as a kid, had he really just been searching for your validation all along?
is that why it hurt when you told him he'd never amount to his dreams, because he only valued your opinion?
he let himself sleep, he'd see you tomorrow. and he'd make it all right.
he woke up and picked you up at your place, his expensive sports car standing out against the comfort of the neighborhood. you walked out, dressed simply but cute, a bag of your own in hand.
he grabbed it from you and placed it in the back, opening the passenger door for you as he drove to the airport. his hand on your thigh as he did so, letting you play the music you'd like with loud bass.
it was a half hour ride in comfortable silence, he gazed at you occasionally, a thoughtful expression on your face.
on the plane, you sat by the window. it was first class so you'd get to sleep in a physical bed, in a closed room. you were treated to whatever food and drinks you wanted, hugging katsuki when you found out you where you were heading.
the flight was a long eighteen hours, but it was spent hanging out with katsuki. on his lap asking him questions about the shows you two had watched, power scaling arguments about past heroes, fights he'd recently been in.
also what you two planned to do as you were there, you wanted to go to the beaches and mountains, he just wanted to follow you.
you fell asleep together again, your face laid directly in his chest as he held you.
you woke up to katsuki tapping you on the shoulder. as you raised the volume on your aids, you heard the beeping on the intercoms that meant you'd have to go back to your seats for the landing, groggily being helped up by katsuki as he moved you to to your seats.
you sat by the windows, looking at the tropical region as you two landed, your hand still in his. the moments after we're a blur, before you knew it you were in a car being buckled up by katsuki as you were being driven to your hotel.
what you didn't know was that it was a villa, built on top of the waters of the ocean, your very own private beach right outside your doors with the mountains you'd dreamt of treking right behind you.
you'd never been so happy.
the days you'd spent started and ended all the same, you waking up and going to sleep in katsuki's arms. pretending like you didn't notice how your bed hair got worsened after he played with it all night.
the first days you'd spent at the beach, attempting and failing at surfing. your jet lag was killed off by your utter excitement.
you being thankful your aids were water resistant because of how much you loved the waters of the river and the seas.
you'd had a sandcastle competition, sunbathed, and soaked off in the hot tub of your villa together.
the trek's were fun too, katsuki was annoyingly good at everything so you'd have to fight to keep up.
your polaroid in hand as you snapped candid shots of him, turning it to yourself as you got a selfie of you two with the gorgeous rivers as background.
you jumped into those too, making katsuki freak out as you dived in to the deep waters.
you even got to the top one day, jokingly saying that you should've brought a flag to the top to celebrate. the golden hours of the sunset making you glimmer.
a moment of silence passed over you as he slowly approached you, wordlessly asking for permission as you once again put your hands in his.
you leaned in first, kissing him with the sun as witness.
"i really like you [name]." he sighed and spoke after you pulled away.
"i like you too." you replied, hugging him tightly.
the rest of your trip was filled with your firsts with katsuki.
your first official date was in the burrows of the forest, a picnic where you two painted portraits of eachother. albeit, unique portraits... but painting nonetheless.
your first moment truly loving someone, the feeling you recognized as you laid him in your lap for the first time.
your first talk about what happened all those years ago. a deep one.
"[name], before we become something um.. official. we need to talk about how i hurt you." katsuki said one day, laying faced to you but taking your hands into his.
"kats--"
"let me speak. please." after you nodded, he took a breath and began.
"i was egotistical and really insecure all those years. you were the only one who really read me, that's why i think i got so upset.
i didn't mean to hurt you, i never wanted to hurt anyone i swear-- i just hated that you were right.
that weighed over me all these years, the fact that my hero work meant nothing if i was doing it while acting so.. unheroic.
i never fully felt like a hero, not until i met you again.
not until you graced me with your friendship, your undeserved affection towards me. i just-- i really care about you. and im really sorry, ill spend the rest of my life apologizing to you, and you don't have to accept it because i don't deserve it.
i guess what i'm trying to say is..
sorry, and.. i love you [name].
you don't have to--"
he was cut off by a kiss on his lips.
it felt different somehow, he couldn't place it. almost sad in a way as you pulled back.
"i don't think you were trying to hurt me. but, you did.
and you're working to change it, i appreciate that.
i really care for you too katsuki."
the rest of your trip was comfortingly domestic, learning things about each other you'd never know.
your last week was bittersweet, having to leave your jointed paradise was a reality that saddened the both of you. but your dream was fulfilled, and so was his.
seeing that he was the cause of your smiles and not your horror, making you happy was the light of his day. no, his life.
he thinks he was born to make you happy.
the flight back was a blur, you spent it clinging to him. you started to gift him your own things over the hours, a scrunchie of yours, a bracelet for him to keep.
a locket with a photo of you two, and the polaroid you'd taken on the mountains.
"why are you giving this all to me? not that i'm complaining."
"well, you'll get more use out of it. that's all."
he scrunched his face up in confusion, but with a smile you waved off his concerns.
he wished he pushed you more.
he wished that you'd forgive him for failing you once again, as he fought to take the razor blade out of your grip, slicing your hand in the process.
you were in your bathtub, surrounded by water yet fully clothed, tears and wails wracking your body as you just wanted it to be over.
you finally relented, your blood staining his clothes and the water as he picked you up. you couldn't hear him, you'd taken out your aid.
but you could feel his sobs, his tears hitting you as you shut your eyes, embarrassed of what you'd just done.
you were rushed to the hospital and given stitches, you were to be closely watched from your mom now on, you were told by an interpreter.
katsuki's eyes were red, matching his pupils as he looked at you.
he was frustrated, you could see it in the trembling of his fists and the scowl in his mouth. if he hadn't been there.. you would be dead.
why, he asked you. and to be honest, you really couldn't explain it yourself.
when you got home to your apartment, empty and reminding of your reality away from katsuki, you just felt so..
scared. what would happen when he finally got the validation he needed and left you? your whole life was quiet and tranquil, you'd gotten used to it. but he flipped it upside down again, showed you what your life really could be.
it was too much for you. you had to escape, so after sitting on it, tapping your leg anxiously as you pondered your decision, you went on your phone.
you went online and saw his life outside of you, how he had everything going for him yet what did you really have? a mom and a job at her company?
you grew impulsive, grabbing it absentmindedly and filling up the tub with the water you grown to love over the past month.
after you started bleeding, you panicked. what had you just done? but it was too late..
until he saved you from yourself.
you were zoning out. when you didn't answer him, he repeated himself, grabbing the interpreter so you could sign.
but still you said nothing, except a small sorry.
he left afterwards, leaving you alone in the bed to think.
you were back in your childhood room now, your mom having sobbed as she looked over your hands, as she asked you, "what the hell were you thinking?"
you looked at those glow in the dark stars and tried to find an answer, but there was none.
you held yourself to sleep for the first time in months, already missing him deeply.
little did you know, he was thinking about you too.
the next morning you awoke to a knock on your bedroom door. assuming it was your mom, you got up and opened it.
it was katsuki instead, holding a bouquet of flowers and the locket you'd given him.
"can i come in?"
you opened the door wider, leading him to sit on your bed.
"katsuki i--"
"[name]. i don't know why you did what you did.. but i know it probably has something to do with me. so what did i do wrong?" he looked defeated, as if he thought it was his fault you tried to end your life.
"no! no that wasn't it at all. well, it was about you but not like that.
it's just.. i've been alone. for so long? having you around felt.. too good to be true. i didn't want to go back to how i was before. in a way, you were too good for me."
"you're.. an idiot. but i guess i understand."
"i just.. i really love how you treat me. i didn't want it to go away."
a moment of silence passes, a small anxious laugh leaving katsuki's lips.
"fuck, i thought you hated me. could barely sleep without you."
he pulled you into him, staring deeply into your eyes as he pulled you impossibly closer. he kissed you deeply. his worries, passions, and frustrations all poured out into it.
he pulled away, eyes half lidded as he asked gruffly.
"wanna take this back to my place?"
he took your last first away, gentle and loving as he guided you through it. reassuring you that he'd never leave you.
you moved in with him soon after, finding it hard to sleep without eachother, no matter how late he got back to your shared home.
he'd be welcomed back by the sight of you, who always tried and failed to stay up waiting for him. he'd pick you up, like always, and hug you to sleep.
he'd know he woke you up by the feeling of your smile in his chest, the way you tightened you arms around him.
he loved spending every waking moment he could with you. you were right though, he did break up with you after he got your validation.
...
but that's just an odd way to say he proposed to you, vowing to spend the rest of his life making you happy and fufiling your wishes one by one.
he changed not only himself, but the way you see yourself. he changed your relationships with yourselves and eachother for the better,
and as you walked down the aisle, your wedding planned by your two designer parents, being lavish and gorgeous. the silk on the floor being runway to your expensive shoes specially designed for you, the guests in awe of how gorgeous you are.
you both knew, you'd better eachother for better or for worse, for as long as you'd be together.
he signed 'i do', sealing the rest of your lives together,
with a kiss.
#watched this the other day and cried again#lilac speaksê§#bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo#bakugo x y/n#bakugo katuski#bakugo x you#bakugo fluff#katsuki x you#bakugo drabble#mha x you#bakugo oneshot#katsuki x y/n#katsuki x reader#bnha bakugo katsuki
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The Other Woman
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Synopsis: Where Miguel leaves Y/N to go back to a different version of his old wife found in another universe.
Pair: Miguel OâHara x Spider!Reader
Tags: ANGST!!, long term established relationship, heartbreak, marriage, cheating, mental health, cold/distant Miguel
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A/N: Hi! I donât really write at all!!
I have been a silent reader on tumblr for years but this idea has been playing in my mind so much I had the urge to write it. I have been down so bad for Miguel been on his tag like 24/7 indulging in all the content creators have been putting out. So Iâm excited to join in giving content, however keep in mind I kinda suck! Apologies for any mistakes, anything confusing, or it not being well written enough. Honestly could have made this into multiple parts with better details but nah. Tried my best ^^ since itâs my first time, any feedback is greatly appreciated!
Honestly tbh we all donât have a solid grasp how the whole canon thing and multi universe works yet so!! A lot of what is written is made up to suit my storyline so please donât get mad about the inaccuracies.
I love a good angst and todayâs story will be EXTRAAA angsty!!! As well kinda long!!
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The moment that changed your life was while working on an experiment during your college finals. You were a proud and gifted physics major that was so passionate about discovering and exploring what the world didnât know.
You had snuck into Alchemax late at night. You wanted to show your professors just how much you could do with the right tools. Next thing you know, playing with their machines, you had spawned a spider right in-front of you. The glowing vibrant red spider had sunk its jaw into your hand.
Your life did a complete turn and you spent the rest of that week freaking out while changes to your body were happening. Causing you to fail your semester after missing exams. Things felt like it could only get worse when a massive blue suited masked man showed up out of nowhere in your dorm interrogating you.
âWhereâs the spider?â He had a strong grip on your shoulders. You couldnât focus while trying to process why this man had what seemed like claws sticking out of the ends of his fingers.
âI donât know, it like died after it bit me!â You exclaimed nervously at the freakishly strong man. Trying to reach for anything behind you to use as a defense weapon.
âDios mĂo no me digas esoâŠâ He groaned loudly letting you go. Having the opportunity to grab something, you threw a sanrio plushie at him. Only causing him to wave his arms in annoyance. âThat spider is from my earth and somehow you brought it here. Now youâre a spider-man.â
And the rest is historyâŠ
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You learned that the man was Miguel OâHara and when he found you he was just starting his missions with the multiverse. You being the few of the firsts to join his team.
Your situation was quite bizarre and he called you an anomaly for a long time, spending hours studying you and also training you. You ended up being the one case that canât be explained no matter how much effort was put into monitoring you.
Almost like it was meant to be. Your universe remained perfect with its current spider-man doing fine. No big collapse of a black hole or anything. When you got bit by a spider from Earth-928 your DNA merged with that universe making you fit in perfectly. You were one of the only spider-people with an uncertain timeline with new canons being created depending on what universe you were in.
What changed from you being just a piece of research for Miguel is when he then realized that maybe you were a gift from the multiverse. After all the grief and pain heâd went through the universe had given him this person that worked out perfectly no matter how hard he tried to push them away. You fell head over heels for him and vice versa, all while canon events were being created with both of you together.
You were there as his team grew, slowly turning into a family. Then both of you getting married finalizing that this was your home. Everything felt perfect. Although a relationship with Miguel could have its up and down days, nothing could ever tear you both apart. Or so you assumed.
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âIâm sorry Y/N.â Miguel couldnât look at you.
âWhen did this start? Please be honest with me. Did I do something wrong?â You begged at him. You knew he was acting off recently but never did you think it would result to this.
You watched as he exhaled deeply staring at the ground. You felt like you couldnât breathe as you studied his face trying to grasp onto any emotion he was showing. The atmosphere in his office felt so cold. You so badly wanted to catch his gaze and find the warmth and love his red irises used to give you. He was doing everything to push you away. He was abandoning you.
âYou did nothing wrong. I met her during a mission 4 months ago.â Was all he replied.
âWho is she?â Your heart kept breaking. His face hardening as the question slipped through your lips. You knew Miguel wouldnât leave you for just anyone. Deep in your heart you knew what this was about. He never responded but he didnât need to when you saw his eyes flicker over to his monitor screens. You followed his trace and saw the photo of Gabriella in the corner.
âDoes she have another version of your daughter?â You tried again. This is what made him look directly at you. Miguel kept opening and closing his month unsure how to tell you the truth. You werenât stupid and he knew that. After everything he couldnât just walk out on you with a lie.
âNo.â He paused thinking of how to finally share the truth without it ruining you. There was no way out of this. âShe is a younger version of herself. There is no Miguel in her universe and sheâs not important to the timeline. She lives a regular life. I-itâs a chance for me to start at the very beginning.â
You felt your heart being ripped out of your chest. You processed the words carefully. She doesnât have a child yetïżœïżœ Not only was he leaving you for her but he was going to fall in love with her all over again and start a family with her. A family you wanted so badly to have with him.
âWhat about with what happened last time you tried to live a life in a different universe?â You didnât understand how this was happening.
He was always so carful he would never do anything to cause that again. Everything you had witness Miguel work so hard for to keep safe for years. Sleepless nights, returning bruised and beaten, frustrations and constant stress. Was it all for nothing? Is he throwing all his work away?
âThis is different.â He turned away from you. âI pushed myself then into an already established life. This time I am creating that life. After all the research we did on youâŠâ He knew that this was going to tear you apart. âI learned that if done right I could have a child from two different universes that wonât disrupt anything.â
It clicked to you then that all the research he was doing on you lately was for this. The research he did on you that time was different, personal, intimate even. As he was testing your DNAs together and seeing the outcomes. He mentioned a child and you were foolish enough to assume he was doing research to see what it would be like if you both had one together. You were giddy even as you watched him work. You had both spoken about having a family together in the past but had been too busy with spider activities. You thought it was a sign of him getting more serious about it, knowing how badly he wanted one. You would have never thought he was doing it to see how he could get back his previous child. The one you could never give him.
You had truly believe that Miguel had recovered from his obsession that his grief gave him. He accidentally destroyed a whole universe needing that life back so badly. You had spent late nights watching him re-watch clips over and over of what he had lost. It slowly stopped once your relationship blossomed with him and you thought he was ready to move on and start new. Why would you have never thought that with such a perfect opportunity presented to him that he wouldnât drop everything for it.
âI think itâs best that you leave.â He spoke with a soft tone. As if not looking at you any longer will make the problem go away. You couldnât wrap your mind around how he was just throwing you away like this. As if he wasnât making you dinner, giving soft kisses, whispering I-love-youâs not so long ago.
You felt too choked up to ask anymore questions. Your throat tight and painful as you held back tears from escaping in-front of Miguel. You just nodded and headed straight out the door not being able to handle another second in that room. Your knees and hands were shaky as you speed walked into the nearest bathroom and let it all out.
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It didnât take long for everyone else to know something had happened. Everyone had gotten used to seeing you and him sitting together at lunch. You would make him cute lunch boxes and everyone would gag a bit while watching the two of you smile together. Some cringing seeing their scary boss being so soft around you. It was a big surprise when Miguel started to eat alone with a bag of take out food and you no where to be seen.
His teams he sent out for missions were all confused when you werenât assigned to anything. Knowing you were one of the best, one of them slipped out a âCall for Y/N!â In the middle of fighting an anomaly too strong for them. Miguel only looked away.
It wasnât until a new woman showed up in Miguelâs office with a grip around his waist. Thatâs when the spider-community realized that this was way worse than they thought.
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You on the other hand had spilled everything to Hobie when he caught you that day leaving the bathroom with puffy eyes. You had been staying with him in his universe until you could gather yourself together to return to HQ. You knew you were going to leave for good, but you needed to go back to retrieve all your things. You couldnât stay with Hobie forever. Worse that you werenât from there.
You still had some hope that Miguel would come looking for you and tell you that he was all wrong. However almost two months had passed and not a word from him⊠Thatâs when you knew it was time you should return to what you once knew.
Stepping into the portal Hobie followed close behind you. He told the few others who were once close to both you and Miguel that you would be visiting. Stepping through the portal you were immediately greeted by Jessica and Peter B Parker.
âOh, Y/N.â Jess sighed your name sadly while pulling you into a hug. You felt like you wanted to cry all over again. Missing your friends so much. Peter B came behind giving you a hug on the side.
âHeâs on a mission right now.â Peter spoke up. âIt might be a long one too but donât waste anytime just incase.â
You nodded pulling away from them. Looking up around the headquarters building faintly smiling at the past memories you had here. You started heading to different areas gathering all the little things you had left around. Hobie had stitched for you a cute backpack with different scraps of patterned clothes and covered in patches of punk band logos but made with hammer space technology. Making it fun for you to fill endless of your things in the bag.
The last stop was in Miguelâs office. Doubt started to fill your mind; maybe he already threw out all of your stuff. Why would he even keep it after all of this? What no one could warn you of was the other person sitting on his platform.
âHello!â She chirped at you. It felt like the air in your lungs had just been punched out. You knew her too well. From all the photos and videos you had seen peaking over Miguelâs shoulder. However seeing her in person was something you had never expected. You knew it wasnât the original her but it was a copy paste image for sure.
âHi.â Was all you managed to choke out. She was beautiful, stunning. You could see clearly now the similar features she shared in another universe with her daughter. The parts that Miguel didnât have. She kept smiling kindly at you, almost in a graceful way. You started to feel all your insecurities start eating you up from the inside. How could you have ever compared to her.
âWhatâs your name? I donât think Iâve seen you here before.â Getting off Miguelâs platform she walked closer to you. The room started to feel suffocating.
âY/N.â
âWell, itâs nice to meet you! Itâs nice to meet other girls around here.â
Your eyebrows furrowed as you realized she had no reaction to your name. So Miguel never told her about you⊠Or that the fact was he was still even legally married to you.
âMy boyfriend isnât here right now but, if you want, I can tell him you stopped by.â She continued as you stayed silent.
âOh, no itâs okay. I just came in here to get some stuff.â You rushed as you really wanted nothing to do with Miguel at all. You almost worried that he might even get angry knowing you got to speak with her. If he already dislikes you this much you couldnât even imagine how he would feel if you got in the way of this for him.
You started heading over to the familiar drawers around the room. Grabbing your old hoodies and shirts finding your most comfortable of things here. You treated this place as one of your safe spaces as you used to spend so much time here.
âOh I didnât know these were all yours! I was wondering why this was all around. When I came here I wanted to do some spring cleaning but Miguel wouldnât let me touch anything.â She followed besides you. âItâs so mind blowing seeing all this technology. We donât have any of this where I live-â She continue rambling but you started to zone her out. You felt like you were about to have a panic attack any minute. There was one question that kept burning in your mind.
âAre you and Miguel already planning to have a child?â You blurted out. Your eyes widened a bit as you surprised yourself. She let out a loud laugh.
âOh dear no! We have only been together about 6 months. You must be new around here so you must not know much about us.â She chuckled.
In some cruel way you were hoping she would have said yes. You had that twisted hope of maybe Miguel just keeping her to have a kid and ditching her after he gets Gabriella and run back to you. In reality he was playing the long game, he really meant it when we said he was starting over. âHeâs never mentioned kids anyways. Iâm not even sure if heâd like them or do well with them.â
With that statement she made you looked at her appalled. Anyone could see in Miguel how good of a father he could be. Just in the way he takes care of the society he built here. You started to realize that she really has been left in the dark. She doesnât know anything. She probably doesnât even know that sheâs a replacement of another self. You wondered why Miguel was doing this. It felt like he didnât just toy with you but with her as well. A man you came to love for how selfless he was, to realize now everything was for his own personal gain. Suddenly you started to feel bad for her. You couldnât dislike her, she wasnât doing anything wrong and she doesnât even know.
âI got all my stuff. Nice to meet you.â Was all you could say as you zipped up your bag and turned straight around out of there. Not giving any glance back at her, you left to one of the empty training rooms to recollect your overwhelming thoughts. All of the self healing you tried the past month thrown in the garbage.
It wouldnât be too soon that news of you going around the building was returned to Lyla. You had cut out all coms while you were gone so she immediately popped up on your watch when she found out.
âAH-â You jumped as the tiny AI was suddenly in front of your face.
âItâs so wonderful to see you Y/N. Oh my god!âShe started. Then she went on rambling about how she knew everything and had seen everything. How she didnât agree with what was happening and was doing everything she could to convince you to stay. After 5 minutes of her rambling you stopped her to let your emotions out.
âLyla, Lyla Itâs okay. Just stop. Itâs all complicated I know, but this didnât work out. I wished Miguel just cheated on me like all the other fucked up normal men out there. That I walked in on him deep in another random girl. Though painful I could have tried fixing and fighting for us. But instead what I got was him emotionally cheating on me and chase after something he knows I can never give him.â You felt yourself choke up. âI can never ask him to give up what he longs and dreams for just for me to be happy. I lost this battle the moment he laid eyes on her.â
Finding comfort in the AI your husband made. Youâve created a bond with Lyla that Miguel found cute but you knew now this might be the last time youâll be speaking with her.
âYou can give him a family y/n⊠you guys have been married two years now. I know youâve both set the thought aside until the multiverse issues are better but you can fight for him. You have to snap him out of his fantasy. He still thinks about you.â
âLyla you know deep down truly he never just wanted a family. He wanted exactly what he had. What he lost. Which should be impossible but being by his side seeing how insane the multiverse is⊠Good for him for believing in something so hard heâs found himself even a third chance to do it.â
âI hate that youâre being too kind about this situation.â Lyla paced around you.
âI love him so deeply Lyla. You know that very well. Itâs so hard to suddenly hate him. I am angry, but Iâm also emotionally drained I canât do this.â You let out a deep sigh. âIâve watched him long for this family when we just met. For some stupid reason when things worked out for us I thought I would be enough⊠When we got engaged and he would spend some days at home with me not even coming to HQ. I thought he was finally moving on not just from his grief and past but from the weight of his work. I saw a bright future for us.â
âYou can still have a bright future with him! You moving here gave him a new canon event, another chance at life in his timeline. Here in his own universe! Heâs just too obsessed and heâs lost himself in that.â She exclaimed with her hands up.
âOur canon event was our wedding.â Your frowned deepened. âBut the universe didnât say anything else after. It doesnât say our canon event means we are suppose to live happily together forever I guess.â
âIâm just trying my best to be optimistic. I rooted so hard for you and Miguel when you joined the team. I know you can remember the amount of times I would force you both in rooms.â Lyla recalled.
âAnd Iâm grateful for it⊠Even if this didnât work out. I was given precious memories, not just working with you and being on this team but falling in love with Miguel. I know Iâm being all depressed and hopeless but I feel like even if I move on Iâll never be able to replace him and find a relationship like this again. However he threw me away so easily and maybe he never valued me as much as I did to him.â You felt your emotions bubble. âI became who I am here. Iâm going to miss everyone so much.â
âYou can still stay here and work with us.â She edged on.
âI canât just sit around here begging at his feet to return to me or moping around doing missions while watching him with someone else. I want to hate him so badly. I know heâs your boss and youâre basically hardwired to do everything for him and youâre trying your hardest to fix what you think is his right path. But think of me a little more and how miserable itâll be. Iâm the only one hurting here.â
Lyla paused and stared at you with an almost glossy-eyed look. While she worked she could see the inner term-oil Miguel was hiding and the emptiness he was turning to since trying to start new in the other universe. It just wasnât her place to hold this conversation and he was the one who needed to get a grip of himself and really think and talk with you. She canât be the one trying to mend the pieces for both of you together. What Miguel did was so wrong. She knew you were right and she didnât want to see any more damage be caused to you.
âYouâre right. Iâm sorry.â She looked up at you sincerely. âI hate this outcome for you. Not only are you loosing your husband but your home. When was the last time youâve even been in your universe?â
âLike a year ago for a missionâŠâ
âExactly! Even if things are over with Miguel, you have all of us here! I wish you could stay. I understand you leaving, I really do. I know a lot of us will try visiting you but Iâm tied to MiguelâŠâ You started to see how it clicked for her too that itâs most likely you might not see each other for a long time. âEven if a spider-person is visiting you I canât just show up on their watch⊠Itâll go back to him and I know you wouldnât want that. I know Iâm an AI and I canât hold real emotions but I mean it when I say Iâm going to miss you.â
Tears poured down your cheeks as her words hit you. Going back to your universe is going to be a struggle. You have nothing there now. However nothing can compare to the pain of the outcome youâve had with Miguel, and you needed out of here ASAP. Your mental health getting worse the longer you stay. Even the other spiders you have come to love canât bring that spark back right now. You needed genuine time for yourself, even if itâs self destructive, instead of putting on a fake smile everyday here.
âBye, Lyla.â You whispered. She nodded and waved her hand goodbye at you before disappearing. You took your watch off your wrist placing it on a nearby desk. With it you pulled the divorce paperwork out of your pocket neatly sealed and already signed on your half. Opening a portal you took your last glances at the place you spent so many loving memories in.
Tears blurred your vision as you stepped through the portal. Once your legs landed on a rooftop of a building in your dimension, you racked out full sobs falling to your knees.
You were always just the other woman.
âââââââââââââââââ
Thank you so much for reading!! I know it was a longer one ~
would anyone like a part 2? If so anyone want a angsty or happy ending? I think itâll be more in Miguelâs perspective as well!
EDIT: You can now read PART 2 here
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CamGirl! Ellie
âHow...â You trail off as you view the poll in disbelief, setting the brightness of your monitor up in an effort to re-read the winners of your next collaboration,
Ellie Williams had won by a landslide over Abby Anderson.
How was that even fuckinâ possible, i mean, it was practically unheard of in the field of camming; a rookie like Williams beating a veteran like Anderson out.
You prop a fuzzy sock-clad foot on your desk as you lean back in your streaming chair, the viewers going absolutely insane at the chance of a collab with Ellie Williams now becoming a reality. You simply couldnât help the amusement that began to simmer in your manner.
âWell..I did promise you all, didnât I?â You flash a pearly smile, looking back at your camera as the thousands of comments roll in,
@Ilovesluts1: LETS GOOOOO!
@Abbys3xual: made like a bajillion accounts to vote for abby smh :/
@EWismyreligion: bro sm1 tag me when its starts next week
@AbbyAnderson: aw, dont seem so down, ill get em next time
@FuckSuckGo: âPUSSYâINâBIOâ
Skimming through them, you slightly tilt your head at the viewer count, âMm, weâre past our usual viewership number, are you all that excited to see me get fucked?â Your laugh coming out a bit airy as you slowly begin to unzip the large hoodie you had on, top set of teeth brushing against your bottom lip, âNow that youâve got something fun to look forward to, letâs get back on our usual schedule.â
Meanwhile, Ellie was laying in bed, laptop propped up on her thighs as she watches your stream in antcipation on her alt. Poor girl had practically chewed her nailbeds down to nothing as she hears you talk about her for the first time in that sultry voice you had; Ellie practically worshipped the ground you walked on- hell, you were the one to even get into her camming.
She first came across your sfw gaming account, thinking you were a fresh breath of air. You had good humor, seemed down to earth and you were beautiful as hell.
Couple of weeks later, you mention in a âStarDew Valleyâ stream how your other account got flagged for the influx of subscribers you were obtaining, the streaming platform mistaking them for bots. You were just that good, and Ellie didnât need any further convincing before finding the paywalled account and sprinting to her coat, fishing out the credit card.
Safe to say she quickly became one of your top donators in just a couple of days, the comments talking amongst themselves of just who âUser1009â could be, and the hefty amount of money being sent in a single sitting; you didnât really bat an eye all that much as you were pretty use to it, but upon reading the comments, you smiled; âGuess iâm well liked?â
shortly after, the system text-to-speech alert sounds:
@User1009 has sent a donation of 3000USD with a note attached:- More than you know :)
Ellie was ensnared in your trap. She worked a regular 9-5, she wasnât under a hot-shot label like you when she cammed in the little to no free time she had, instead, opting to freelance with little 5 minute amateur videos.
Though, itâs her toned body and music-like moans that gets her quickly climbing in the ranks, the platform practically becoming infatuated with the quick strokes of Ellieâs wrist when sheâs pumping a sleek toy inside of her, or the risk of her being caught in the very public areas she performes said acts in. She was a thrill, and had everyone tuned in.
Even you, as you probe your mouse around her offical account in your dim-lit room, trying to see just who would be bending you over.
âSheâs cute..â You mutter as you click on one of the more clearer videos, heat quickly consuming you as her slicked pussy comes into camera-view, long slender olive-toned fingers pistoning in and out of her swollen cunt aggressively as she chases an orgasm, before slowly removing them and demonstrating how her cum webs inbetween digits, some cascading down her wrist before the video cuts.
And for the first time in some weeks, you catch yourself actually feeling excited as you rub your thighs together.
Not just for the clicks and money either..but for some girl on the internet.
Hey, i dont rlly know if youâd be okay with this but..r u down for a vid tgtr? my fans rlly like u but ik u dont do collabs lol (sent at 11:36pm)
#ellie williams#ellie williams smut#camgirl! ellie williams#ellie williams x reader#drabble#tlou 2#lesbian#wlw#san8ny
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Hello Dimitri!
I really love your works - especially your yandere oc's and jjk content!- I was wondering if I can put in a request for a poly yandere of Geto and Gojo with a bottom male reader? I want to know how this relationship works when they were in their teens and now that their adults (Geto still choose to be a cult leader, also he does not die. My poor heart cannot handle the heartbreak of Geto dying and leaving Gojo and reader behind ). You can make it sfw or nsfw which either one you like! :)
Ps. Sorry for the long request, it is my first time requesting (0///0)
Two psychos is better than one right?~! (Yandere Geto suguru x male reader x yandere Satoru Gojo) âË°
WC:. 5.7k
Tags: fluff-smut, threesome, spit roasting, poly satosugu, trio friendship, friends to enemies to lovers blowjobs, p in a sex, male on male oral, handjobs, ass eating, anal creampies, Yandere themes, dark content x male reader, dub con, non con, manipulation, drugging, Gojo just gaslighting reader
About: satoru and suguru become friends with male reader ending up in an obsession leading to Geto leaving, even after you split ways with him, he stays watching you from afar despite their separate paths they stay holding their obsession leading to trapping you.
A/N: this is a bit of a longer fic compared to others Iâve Iâve wrote, I put all my effort into this one! After some long writers block Iâve made it back around into writing again <33
Before the Riko incident you became a transfer at jujutsu high, you werenât really strong nor weak, you were the prime balance of an average guy who just wanted to be in the middle- as long as you helped others then that was fine by you, being well known seemed overrated anyway.
You never thought youâd get between the infamous duo, they were tight knit after all, they were all any jujustu student aspired to be and after all you were just a boy looking to make it through the academy without any complications
If you wouldâve known the outcome of transferring to this school you wouldâve stayed far away, how did you even enter their lives? You were put on their team as a balance, you were put there to be guided and who was better to guid you than you once upper class men Satoru?
You were put on their missions, it started simple, the three of you going against curses together but you noticed very quickly that your friendship meant more to them than what met the eye. The friendship you thought of as normal or even just knowing them out of same interests turned dark far to fast.
What stool out at you the most was during a mission when you were saving a civilian from a low level curse, after a hour the fight was over and you were clean from any wounds, the man just ran up to you muffling his words between tears grabbing your hands.
âthank youâI donât know what wouldâve happened if you didnât show up!â
The man hugged you and the next thing you knew you tilted your head and suguru was already pulling him off of you pushing the man away harshly throwing him to a wall of a near by store.
âWhat do you think youâre doing suguru?!â
You quickly ran forward to him pulling him away from the civilian leaving the man running off terrified, your hands reaching up to his uniform shaking him back and forth while yelling at him. All Geto seems to do is stare blankly like he didnât care what you did in the slightest.
âHe touched you [name], nobody should get up close and personal, unless itâs me or Satoruâ
âWhatâs that supposed to mean? You two arenât my damn keepers, we are friends Suguru- just friends!â
You look at him offended with your lips pressing in a thin line shoving him back and letting him go, walking off pushing past a confused Gojo leaving him tilting his head looking back at Geto with a âwhat did you do?â Face.
The next few days to pass you avoided Geto like the plague, only being around Gojo when he wasnât near Suguru.
Sitting in a cafĂ© during the weekend with Gojo lifting your drink, the feeling was off and you werenât the biggest fan of how Gojo kept staring over at you but your dad was pushing you to be more like other boys your age, thatâs how you ended up calling Gojo on the water day morning after the incident with Geto.
âYou donât have to avoid him Yâknow [name]?â
Gojo breaks the silent looking at you with his eyes rolled forwards under his glasses watching your every move when you take a bite of whatever pastries you made him buy you.
âHeâs just so damn possesive Toru- itâs like he thinks Iâm his property..itâs just weirdâ
Gojo just gives a shrug, of course he would. Always sticking up and vouching for Geto like he was some sort of fan boy. What did you really expect? Gojo knew Geto before you, they had an uncanny close relationship and knowing all you know now looking back on it thatâs the reason Suguru didnât mind sharing you with Satoru.
âI think youâre overreacting, he was probably just worried about you, Iâm sure he did in in good intentionsâ
âYeah, whatever you say Toruâ
You shove down a few more bites while Gojo takes a sip of his tea, you couldnât shake the feeling of being watched but you always feel that way. Gojo kept trying to bring the topic back to Geto, trying to persuade you two to make up and apologize but you were just creeped out with his actions.
âCome on? Heâs our friend [name] you donât wanna be the one to put a wedge in our trio right?â
Gojo did his best to speak sweetly to you. Trying to convince you, and if that didnât work then heâd just whine and make you feel bad til you felt like you just had to forgive Suguru. You didnât wanna be the reason your friend ship fell apart with them right?âŠ
The next day was a Sunday and Gojo had practically done everything but force you to meet up with Geto. Gojo had used the fact he and Geto were on a mission looking after a girl as the perfect opportunity to finally get you three together.
You hear your phone ringing whilst you lay sprawled out in bed, itâs a Sunday morning after all, itâs the last day of your week to sleep in until next weekend.
âHello Toru..whyâre you calling me so early?..â
âI just wanted to ask if you wanted to come and hangout at the beach today? Me and Geto are gonna be watching after this girl for our mission and I really-really want you there [nicknaamee]â
You just let out a small sigh and groggily open your eyes up begrudgingly mumbling back out to Satoru when you hear his whiny voice on the other end of the phone pleading and going high pitch on the nickname he gave youâ
âFine Iâll come but donât let him act creepy Toruâ
After that day at the beach things fell right back in line, you and Suguru had made up, and Gojo was happy, after all his best friends had made up.
Then it went and happened, some assassin had killed who they were protecting- or so Satoru told you. You werenât there the day it had happened, you were on another mission with your upperclassman Nanami. Suguru wasnât the same after that point, he hardly talked to you or Gojo- he would just silently space out staring at you.
Then summer hit and when he had came back he wasnât the same at all, he was cold and distant and snapped at you over the slightest things. If you spent more time with Satoru than him then heâd give you the cold shoulder until you apologized despite your lack of knowing what you did wrong.
âI just donât understand why youâre acting like this Suguru?â
You walked along side Gojo after school one day following after Geto, your eyes were wide and your lips pressed firm.
âHey! Where are you goin?!â
Gojo ran faster than you walking forward more when Suguru stops and turns facing Gojo, their argument starts leaving you chiming in every few seconds standing next to Satoru, by the end of their fight Suguru just turns forward to walk away.
âSuguru wait! What the hell are you doing?â
You stand in utter disbelief for what was happening right in front of youâ this couldnât be happening? Your friendship was splitting up right before you and suguru, the boy that was eerily close around you was leaving you now.
You didnât think you were going to be that affected over the loss but it left you confused on how you felt.
The days following that incident the team had drifted apart but you and Gojo had a newfound closeness but you couldnât shake the feeling of always being watched, it felt like all eyes were on you even when you were walking through your dorm, that must just be the paranoia that comes with being a jujustu sorcerer right?
By the time you had graduated from Jujustu high, Gojo was already number one, you were happy for him of course as any friend would be. Eventually by the ripe age of twenty you take up a teaching job at jujustu high after a long time of Satoru pestering you to take the job with him.
âIf I take the job will you just shut up Toru?â
âOf course I will! I promise [nickname]â
You eventually get tasked over the same team as Gojo, which you found strange. Not that Gojo didnât totally pull strings to make them place you two together. The teams you were mentoring were names Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi, the boy that Gojo had been watching after ever since he fought with his father- you think heâs the son of that assassin that killed Riko.
The Jujustu world became hectic, not that it was new but it became crazier than usual especially after finding out that Yuji boy had ate one of the king of curses fingersâ how was he even alive after that?
Over the years of being a Jujustu sorcerer you had seen and dealt with many things and you couldnât deny you never thought youâd see Suguru again, not after what he did to his parents- you had just assumed he was gone for good. For some odd reason Gojo never seemed too concerned it felt as though he knew something you never did.
You remember earlier in the day hearing Satoru asking you to take the subway with him later after classes had ended, something about this new place he wanted to take you too and knowing Gojo and his Expensive tastes you had just expected another luxury restaurant so imagine the confusion on your face when you see a old Japanese style parlor.
You walk right in behind Gojo, following confused seeing the dark colored interior and dim lights, non sorcerers walking out of the place wearing matching robes.
âWhat is this place Toru?â
âItâs just a parlor ran by an old friendâ
The way he hummed those words with a smirk made you feel uneasy, this place felt cultic, the purple walls and candles lit around the halls leading towards a pair of Japanese styled double doors, Satoru opens them ushering you inside. Your senses feel different in this room, it smells sweet and all you can do is feel fuzzy inside, were you being laced?
When you come to again you open your eyes half way seeing two figures hovering above you. Softness is all you can seem to feel right now, youâre laying on something soft, maybe a pillow? Itâs fluffy and all you wanna do is close your eyes and succumb again, your body is weak and you only muster up enough strength to open your eyes when you feel a hand undoing your pants.
Your eyes roll around a little in their sockets before focusing in on the two figures, they look like yin and yang- one has white hair, itâs GojoâŠis thatâ
âSuguru?â
His name sounds pathetic when you slur your words looking up at him letting out a little whine seeing his robes, where has he been and why was he dressed like a messiah. What was happening? All those thoughts are postponed when you feel hands pulling your cock out of your boxers.
âYou have no idea how much Iâve missed you [name], god you know how hard it is to not be able to touch you? To not hear my name from your mouth? Itâs torture sweetheartâ
âAwe suguru! You told me the cameras I put in his apartment were close enough?â
Satoru and Geto conversation while kneeling before your body, one of them on either side of you with Suguruâs hand on your cock playing with the soft flesh and teasing it. Your body felt too many things to let your mind properly think.
âYouâre alive?â
Those words come out shakily with your body shuddering feeling the warm palm of his hand under the base of your cock pulling a few strokes while Satoru leans down more sliding your shirt up your body, lifting your arms up and discarding it while you lay on your back in the parlor. Your eyes seeing candles lit around the room next to a picture of Getoâ this was a cult.
âOf course Iâm alive? Why wouldnât i be [name]?âŠyou know me and Satoru will never leave youâ
âLook at him Suguru, heâs so loopy, I told you that gas was too strong~â
Your cock pulses in his hand with your nipples erect from the cool air, your body heating up and your cock starting to leak precum.
âWhatâre you two doing?â
The words fall weakly while you lay on the pillows with your eyes circling in on Geto the whole time he touches your cock, your eyes rolling over to Gojo when he coos words to you talking you through it while your hands tremble pulling at the pillows.
âWhat weâve wanted to do since day one [name]â
Suguru hums, leaning in more stroking your cock a little faster and moving his way between your thighs before craning his neck backwards whispering out something to Gojo. Gojo groans and pouts, taking his hands off your body and getting up walking off and out of the room leaving you and Suguru alone.
When Gojo comes back heâs holding a bottle of strawberry flavored Lube, Geto letâs go of your now hard cock and turns you over on your stomach, Gojo tossing Suguru the lube while he squirts the lube all up and down your crack, sitting the lube aside and squishing your cheeks together over and over making the lube smear around in between your cheeks.
âAll I can think about is how youâll taste, I hope Satoru donât get mad I eat you up firstâ
Geto leans down kissing your arch and holding your hips sliding them down to your ass cheeks and slowly pulling them apart while grinning up at Gojo, watching the white haired man undoing his slacks and pulling out his cock, Gojo slaps his tip to your lips still soft.
âToru please-â
âCâmon, suck it hard fâme?â
Before you can respond Geto has his faced buried between your cheeks eating you out like your his last meal, his tongue sliding up and down your crack and back down to your rim.
When your lips part to gasp, Gojo takes that as his chance to shove his cock down your throat making your lips wrap around him gagging and tearing up laying on your stomach with Satoruâs hand reaching down to grab a handful of your locks making you tilt your head back and look up at him.
âHowâs it taste [name]?â
You canât seem to muster a word, feeling Getoâs tongue going flat against your rim and pressing its way inside you while he reaches one hand under you to grab back ahold of your cock, Suguru starts stroking you in time with his tongue while aiming your cock down towards the pillows in jerking motions like he was milking you.
Gojo and Geto share gleaming looks, they were on cloud nine finally getting the intimacy from you they had longed after for years. Gojo thrusts his hips forward slowly making your cheeks bulge with every motion, his cock now fully hardened in your mouth hitting the back of your throat making vibrations around his base when you wail out.
âPoor baby is all delirious isnât he Satoru?â
Geto smile against your flesh, pressing sloppy wet kisses to your rim rolling his own eyes back at the taste of strawberry and you on his tongue leaving a satisfaction in his stomach with his cock hard under his robes being pressed to his hip.
Gojo keeps stroking your hair before starting to lift your head by your hair and bob your mouth up and down on his cock making you deep throat him to the point your face was buried in his white pubes.
âSuguâtworu ple~â
Your words come out choppy around his cock. You speak with your mouth full feeling your throat hurting and the hot tears in your eyes streaming down your cheeks being used by the two men unable to put up a fight due to the drugs in your system keeping you weak between the men.
The feeling of Getoâs tongue swirling around your insides makes your head go fuzzy again, you just wanna close your eyes but you canât because yours are locked on Gojoâs bright blue ones, have they always been as blue as they are now? The look of pleasure on his faces makes knots build in your stomach knowing youâre the cause for his half closed eyes.
âOh youâre so close arenât you? Donât even gotta answer I can tell [name]â
Geto can tell by the way your rim greedily puckers around his tongue and the amounts of precum oozing from your tip that youâre on the verge of your orgasm. His hand keeps working you between your thighs leaving your legs trembling laying on your stomach when a wave of heat floods your whole body making you moan around Gojoâs cock.
Your tip starts to swell angrily under Getoâs thumb, when his tongue laps your prostate it pushes you past your breaking point making you lose it, cumming all over the pillows, staining the purple fabrics with an off white stain making Gojo look down at you with his signature smirk.
âMhmfâ heâs a fuckin squirter Satoruâ
âSuguru you should just feel how heâs gagging on me right now-â
They talk about you like you arenât there, using you for their own pleasures you feel Geto pulling his face from your cheeks with one last lick pulling his tongue out of you leaving your s/c ass all sticky from a mix of spit and lube.
Geto starts lifting up his robes pulling them up over his head throwing them to the side with a smile, wearing black boxer briefs with a prominent bulge inside them with a dark patch of black hair trailing down his abdomen giving Satoru little to the imagination.
Suguru slides his fingers under his boxer waist band pulling them down his thighs allowing his cock to spring forward and press to his stomach.
âI would ask if youâre ready [name] but you probably shouldnât speak with your mouth full~â
His voice is cold and mocking not giving a damn about Satoru face fucking you like a fleshlight. Suguru pulls your slick cheeks apart again thrusting his cock up and down your crack getting himself lubed up with the mixed substances.
Gojo reached his thumb down tracing over your full cheeks, watching how your throat bulges more and more the deeper he pushes himself inside your mouth fucking your eyes to reverse watching how they looked away from him and into the back of your head with a teary face that could arouse any man.
âI need-air tworu~â
Your drool running down your chin with your cock half limp between your thighs from how Geto jerked you off leaving you already feeling empty. Suguru reaches his hands up and grips your hips tightly nudging his cockhead against your rim watching while it stretches wide in a sad attempt to fit him, his cock feels like itâs tearing you in half.
âFuck!~ hurts Suguruââ
You gasp when Satoru pulls his cock from your mouth leaving you fishing the purple pillows clenching up around Geto while he lazily pushes in, he doesnât pay mind to it hurting you, he rubs small circles on your hips before bottoming himself all the way inside you with your rim leaving a little blood in with the lube from being stretched so much you tore.
âShh, now you know you can take it canât you [nickname]â
Gojo drops your head letting it fall forward with your teary face in the purple pillows, your lips all swollen and your throat feeling like razors doing nothing but keeping you from screaming anymore. Your voice is weak and all you can do is hold the pillows and let out little squeals around Suguru.
âSuguru- pleaseeââ
You get shut up again by Satoruâs cock, he doesnât tap his tip to your lips like last time, he forced his whole cock back down your drool filled throat making a slobbery mess running down your face while you reach one hand back trying to push Suguruâs hands off your hips.
âDonât even try it [name] you know better, god youâre still as feisty as the last time I seen youâ
Suguru reached one hand forward holding both your wrists tightly leaving promising red marks while he slowly thrusts his hips forward pushing your face more into Satoruâs groin when Suguru starts to fuck you from behind holding you and binding you with his hands keeping you all defenseless but at this point with the way his cock is sliding against your inner walls you canât even properly think.
âThere you go [nickname] youâre so good at this arenât you? I think he was made for two cocks Suguruâ
Gojoâs blindfold hanging around his neck with his large hand around the back of your head holding it in place while he rocks his hips forward making his veins start prodding against the roof of your mouth more showing you he was close.
âHmfh!~ Toruuâ
You whine wanting to reach your hand down and start touching your cock, you needed to come so bad but you couldnât do anything but depend on them to make sure you got off. Suguruâs cock pressed against your prostate milking your insides with his base stretching your channel to fit his cock like he was trying to mold you.
âDoes our boy wanna come that bad?â
Geto asks you with a fake confused tone fucking you a little harder holding your hands behind your back with one hand using the other to reach down and lift your left thigh up forcing his cock inside you at a deeper angle making you feel every vein and curve to his cock.
âMh hmm-!â
Youâre so far gone you canât bother to care about every messed up thing these men are doing to you, all your mind can process is âneeda comeâ your back arches and you start trying to bob your head under Satoruâs hand trying to earn good graces from him when you look up at him with your wide eyes batting your lashes back and forth like a doll.
âOh whatâs this? I think heâs starting to be a good boy Satoru, you think we should let him come?â
Suguru asks Satoru with a smug smile holding your thigh tight fucking your insides raw with your rim all puffy and wrapped around his cock split open wide now accepting him with ease with the room in the parlor filling up with lewd squelches from the mix of lube and his spit making wet sounds when his hips hit your ass cheeks.
Plap-plap-plap, the sounds silently echo throughout the room while you just stare up at Gojo with a full mouth before feeling his load shoot down your throat spilling all over the back of your throat and running down the roof of your mouth leaving the pungent taste on your lips.
âI think we should let him come Suguru- heâs been actin nice hasnât he?â
âI think youâre right Toru~ good boys deserve rewards after allâ
Geto letâs your arms go reaching back down between your thighs starting to jerk your cock like he did before, fucking you rougher with his chubby cock head pulsing and twitching on your prostate putting a strong pressure in your stomach threatening to break over at any moment.
Satoruâs cock slips out of your mouth letting you finally breath and gasp for air while Gojo stares down at your face stroking his soft cock hard again and aiming it at your fucked out face watching you get pounded from behind by Geto.
âClose- just a little more- suguru pleasee~!â
You start letting out whiny moans and sounds you never new your voice could make when his thumb runs right across your slit, staring up at Gojo the whole time with your teary face ruined and covered in tears and drool with your hair messy from Gojoâs pulling. Geto keeps going bucking his hips forward harshly rutting himself into you going deep as he can pressing his balls to your backside feeling your rim spasming ready to orgasm around him.
When Suguru flicks his wrist holding the base of your cock it sends you over the edge arching your back under him clenching around his cock and holding onto the purple fabric beneath you, orgasming so hard your ears start ringing making everything in the room feel surreal when you come in Getoâs hand.
âThere he goes Suguru- oh thatâs such a beautiful face youâre making [nickname]â
Your come floods over Suguruâs thumb and spilling onto the pillows under you making you wail and cry at the nearly dry orgasm being pulled from your cock having you stiffening up under the two men with your nose scrunched in a over stimulated pleasure.
âIâm getting close [name], gonna flood these insidesâ
When Gojo hears those words he starts stroking his cock faster at your face watching his two best fiends fucking eachother with you laying all out of it and fuzzy from the drugs having you limp under Geto when he lets your thigh down to mount you more fucking your motionless body making you feel how his cock nudged you on its own before his flood gates break.
âO-oh hng~ suguru-â
The words come out high pitched and louder than the last when his come floods your anal cavity, the warmth surrounds your prostate in a hot sensation leaving you feeling all bloated and full from his seed, your hole instinctively starts to clench and unclench around him milking the rest of his load out of him while Gojo lets out a groan watching the whole scene play out before him.
âHere it comes [nickname]â
Those words were the only warning that Gojo gave you before his orgasm shoots across your face all over your nose and lips running down your chin, mixing in with your spit and tears leaving you completely ruined from the two men, with two loads in your tummy and another on your face leaving you spent.
âI canât take no more Toru~ Suguru I canât-â
âBut you gotta [nickname] ! I havenât even got to feel your hole yet~â
Gojo lets out a whine while Geto lets go of your cock and pulls out of your ass, using his thumb to push any come that oozes from your hole back inside you while he rotates with Gojo letting Satoru get right behind you swapping places, god! At this rate it was gonna be a real long night.
âToru- I canât take itâ
You droop your head down feeling his hands flipping you over back into your back on the pillows feeling your come stained pillow fabric pressed to your skin making you cringe, Satoru lifts up one of your legs placing it up on his shoulder nudging your sore rim with his cock while Suguru adjusts himself now facing at your head pressing his cock against your come stained lips.
âDonât lie, we know you can take it [nickname], you were made to take it babyâ
âHeâs right baby, we know you can handle itâ
They donât take your weak response as an answer, Gojo slowly pushes his cock into your already stretched hole, sliding in easily from Getoâs come and lube. Your chest aiming up at the air arching splayed on your back with your cock red and soft unable to harden from being milked to many times by the men.
Suguru pushes his cock pash your lips delving it into your wet cavern. Your throat bulges again from your now full mouth, your whole body aches and hurts but all you can do is lay still and take it. Gojo gives you no time to rest before he lifts your other leg up in the air holding you in a mating press while jackhammering into you.
âFuck Suguru, youâre right his hole feels so fucking goodâ
Geto hums in response shuddering a little when your canines graze over a sensitive vein on the underside of his cock making him reach his hand down choking your throat a little bit as a warning making your fission blur from the lack of oxygen and the way Gojo was fucking you, reaching more spots than Suguru if that was even possible.
âAh- careful with your teeth baby, donât chew on it. Suck itâ
Your thighs start trembling pressed to your chest with Gojo dipping his face down and burying his face into your pecks like a madman, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking on it. His hips roll forwards lifting and reaching down to pull your hips, pulling you back onto his cock with your moans being gagged by Suguruâs cock.
âTâmuush~ too stuffed Suguru~â
You roll your eyes back into your head looking up at Geto above you with your nose pressed to his balls from the angle he was fucking your mouth at leaving Satoruâs cum all smeared across your face like a sticky mess. Your cock half limp and tender against your inner thigh while it rests on your stomach leaking a little puddle.
âYou sucked Satoru off fine, I think you can handle me too [name], now donât start acting defiant again on usâ
The way Geto spoke to you made you whine sadly unable to fight either of them, the drug still in your system and the way they were trying to consume your body whole left you mute sucking on his cock while Gojo pressed his chest up against yours making your toes curl up when he thrusts forward and nails your sweet spot head on.
âDonât be so mean to him Suguru, heâs just about used up Sâ allâ
Satoru coos out to Suguru while he makes the pillows dip under the shared weight of him on top of you, Getoâs come swirling around your insides and trickling down your thighs around the base of Gojoâs cock while Gojo bites down on your nipple again only pulling his mouth off of your flesh to speak.
âIâm getting close [name], doâ you want it down your throat or face?â
Geto asks looking down at you feeling his balls drawing up against your cheek signaling he was close to his peak. Gojo on the other hand didnât care about Suguruâs orgasm, he was too busy trying to chase his own inside your stomach. Your rim starts burning and stinging from being used and gaping around a cock for so long leaving you in painful pleasure.
âOn mâ face~â
You whimper out quietly just not wanting to have to taste another load or feel more come inside your stomach. Reaching one hand down whining when you start to touch your cock, it felt like touching a stiff rod, your hand slowly moved up and down it crying to have to pull another orgasm but you needed to come so bad.
âYou canât do that [nickname] you gotta come from me or Suguru, so no touchin yourselfâ
Before you can respond or complain Satoru has his free hand slipping off your hip and down onto your cock, quickly swatting your hand away from it. His strokes arenât gentle like yours were, his are fast and unorganized like his thrusts are. Gojo takes his mouth off your nipple and shoves his face in your neck while Suguru keeps fucking your mouth, his thrusts slow down pulling out of your mouth with his cock jumping on its own.
âThere we go [name] see what you do to us?â
Your ass feels sore and red from hips slapping against them over and over but before you can complain a hot load shoots all over your face spilling into your eyelashes and into your mouth making you taste his come, he tasted sweeter than Gojo, his semen more thick and less opaque than Satoruâs.
âIâm getting close Sa-Toruu~â
Your voice cracks from a sore face fucked throat, your lips are all sticky and cracked in the corners from opening your mouth too wide, your lips part and ho agape making an âOâ shape when Gojo bites at the crook of your neck licking over the red marks heâs leaving on your S/c skin.
Your abdomen starts feeling hotter and more tense making you sweat underneath Satoru when his cock teases your insides making your legs feel like jello up in the air with your knees bent over his shoulders. By the way Gojo was tensing up and the muscles of his shoulders stiffened beneath your finger nails you could tell he was about to come.
âMe too- youâre just milking it out of me [nickname]â
His hand works harder and faster against your cock making you groan starting to orgasm shaking and crying with hardly any semen able to spill from you. Your tip starts leaking barely any pre come, you begin orgasming dry making Geto smile above you happy to know they had milked your body dry, Suguru reaches his hand down stroking your cheek while Gojo plows you between your thighs making the room spin through your eyes.
Soon the feeling of warmth in your gut hits you again letting you know Satoru had just found his release inside you, his semen seeping out of you overflowing your hole leaving the thin strings of his come running down your thighs and staining the pillows beneath the two of you.
âToruu.. Iâm soo sore-â
You whisper out under him reaching one hand up to his neck and grabbing his hair with your other hand still on his shoulder. Rolling your eyes forwards looking up at Suguru with your insides flooded and your face ruined- god you canât handle these two insane men- Theyâre something else!
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âââ I SAID LOOK AT ME, GIRL INITIATION bonten x fem! reader ( 18+ MDNI ) 21.3k words you condemned three men to death tonight, or something worse than death, and there was nothing you could do about it but keep moving forward, digging yourself into a deeper and deeper hole until you could no longer see the sun. but you kept reaching up anyway, ever hopeful that youâd feel the warmth on your skin one day.
that day wasn't going to be today. how lucky for you, you've been promoted.
YOU CAN FOLLOW SIMPLE INSTRUCTIONS, RIGHT ? âââ active characters ïŸ hajime kokonoi, haruchiyo sanzu, ran haitani, rindou haitani, takeomi akashi mentions of ïŸ mikey sano, kakucho, kanji mochizuki
WHOEVER BETRAYS BONTEN WILL EVENTUALLY BECOME SCRAPS, TOO tags ïŸ dubious consent , degradation , praise , gangbang , power imbalance , pain play , exhibitionism , voyeurism , groping , mention of drug usage ( sanzu ), mentions of alcohol ( takeomi & rindou ), sadism , masochism , dacryphilia , size difference , violent sex , oral ( m. receiving ) spit kink , asphyxiation , fear play , face fucking , mind break , coercion almost , free use , violent language , unprotected sex , handjobs , misogyny ( takeomi ) , slutshaming ( takeomi, again ), bukkake , insults , mean characters , throat bulge , breath play , borderline unconsciousness , hair pulling , suspension , overstimulation , mentions of a breeding kink , multiple orgasms , mentions of a collar , dry humping just a little , humiliation , control , spitroasting , nipple play , canon typical violence , mentions of death several times , gang antics with bonten , and more..!
You were good at listening to orders. one of the best, in fact. It was more than just rare for you to mess up a direct order given to you by one of the executives above you, and that made you the perfect pawn. You could be molded into anything they needed at the time, the perfect canvas for crimson red handprints to cover your body.Â
Innocent wasn't exactly the word, it was more like naive, and belligerently hopeful, even when you faced the worst. It was like you couldn't really see the world around you, not completely anyways.
" Sir, " you took in a deep, shaky breath, holding the manila folder in your hand as you walked into Hajime Kokonoiâs office, knowing you'd delivered exactly what you had been told. Even if it came at the cost of other people's lives. " I have the names. "
" Good, good, " Kokonoi didn't even bother to look up from his desk, his throwaway laptop open with the screen away from you, making it impossible for you to see what he was working on, but you thought that it was better the less you knew about what he did for work considering what he had you doing for work. " How many ? "
" Three, " you announced, sitting the manila folder down. For such a simple interaction right now, this had taken more restless nights and more dangerous situations than you really wanted to let yourself think about. It almost felt like it was downplaying and trivializing your efforts. To be fair, it was.Â
Sniffing out traitors wasn't an easy job â whether it was checking money wires, phone calls, tailing people, reaching out through connections and plenty of ' friends of a friend â â getting these three names had taken about three weeks of your life that you weren't going to get back.Â
You felt blessed by some god that you knew wasn't looking that you didn't have to pull out the gun you kept on you nearly at all times, although you had needed to talk your way out of a situation that could've ended in bloodshed more than once.
" The names ? "
" ..Shinatsuro Kamo, Mikane Shuichi, Chihara Fumihiko. Two of them are in your shell IT company, different branches though. One of them worked as a bartender in the Haitani brothersâ strip club, " you explained in a soft voice, crossing your arms, trying to show that you were just as serious about this as he was. You'd figured out a long time ago that showing pain was nothing more than a big red target on your back, and you had enough eyes watching you for now. " All three of them were connected to the same mole. From what I know, they don't know about each other, at least not their identities, although they may be aware that there are other rats. "
" Did they even try to cover their tracks ? tch. " Gently closing his laptop, Kokonoi grabbed the manila folder, looking through the files you'd put in there.Â
Birth certificates, addresses, current pictures of their identity cards, check stubs. You had it all there. None of that was easy to get a hold of, especially not when each of them had more than one different name they went by. But you tailed their trails until you got to their birth names, and had it all down. You even had pictures of one of them from middle school with the worst haircut youâve ever seen on a kid.Â
" You did good. its thorough work for only three weeks with only a vague notion of where to go. "
" Yeah. You'd think next time I might get a bit of hint, " you joked softly, and you swore you heard Kokonoi chuckle a little bit, his hand reaching over and tucking his straight white hair behind his ear as he read through the files, sorting things out on his desk. " Going through the entire list of Bonten's higher ups wasn't easy. "
" The entire list ? "
" Mostly. I knew better than to look into the executives, but I had to check anyone below your status, " you backtracked to answer his question quickly, knowing damn well that if you ever looked into the executives above you, you were as good as dead. The cops would never find your corpse and no one would remember your name.Â
Being wiped off of the face of the planet wasn't exactly in the plans of a good night for you, not after all of that work. It had been the worst mission you'd been sent on yet, but you completed it hopefully with flying colors.
" That's good, " Kokonoi sat out the three I.D card copies, examining each one of them. He didnât outright deny your thought process, but you knew that he didnât need to. There were some open secrets in Bonten that everyone knew without needing to talk about them. " So these are the men ? And you're sure of that ? "
" If you don't trust me, trust the trails they left behind. "
" We'll have to double check your work, " he pointed out, although with each file that he pulled out, he seemed more and more convinced that you were right in your deductions, which is what you were hoping too. You knew that there was a chance something didnât add up, that you could be wrong, even with all of the hard work that you put in to get this information. It was small, but this was life and death. " Can't just send men to die without a checks and balances system, right ? "
" Who's going to be checking my work ? " you tried your best not to think about the fates of the men that you were damning, but failing miserably. You hoped that it show on your face.
" Sanzu. "
" So they're dead. " There was no way that Sanzu was going to go the silent path of making sure that all of the trails led up properly. No, he was going to get the answers out of them with chains and saws and pliers. Whether they were guilty or not, they were as good as dead. Death might be a mercy for them if theyâre stuck with Sanzu.
Hopefully, you thought, they would give up quickly and spill everything out before Sanzu really got to having fun. Once that happened, who knows how long he would play with them until Mikey gave his orders to finally end their lives. Could be hours, could be days. You hoped that they werenât as dumb as they seemed. If they canât cover themselves up properly, at least they could give up easily.
" Well, " Kokonoi put all of the files away back into the manila folder, closing it and sitting it to the side of his otherwise pristine desk. His voice almost sounded light, like he was laughing about it, although his face was still mostly neutral. Kokonoi was hard to read â it wasn't like he was crazy like Sanzu, or quiet like Mikey and Kakucho. No, he was witty and sarcastic, but he was so in the way that it wasn't really actually funny, just dark. Just actually depressing. He told the truth and covered it up with a smile. " You never know, maybe he's feeling merciful. Either way, you'll be there when Mikey decides what to do with them. "
" Ah, thank you, Sir. what an honor, " you couldn't stop yourself from sounding a little bitter about it, knowing that you would witness the culmination of your hard work and honestly, you didn't really want to. Listening to three men that you brought down to Sanzu's favorite warehouse cry and scream out in pain wasn't exactly your idea of a good time, but a direct order was a direct order, and you weren't about to mess up just because you didn't want to. There was plenty of things that you've done that you can't exactly say that you're proud of, and you just thought you were going to add this one to the list.
" We'll see to it that you're there. It'll be your first time in the warehouse, right ? " Kokonoi asked, although he already knew the answer, " I believe it's time to talk to Mikey about making it official. "
" It ? "
" Your work here, I mean. "
" I've done a lot of unpaid labor if this is just the internship, " you mumbled underneath your breath, earning a curious quirk of Kokonoi's eyebrow, but he didn't say anything about your attitude. He was one of the few executives you could talk to like a normal person and he wouldn't paint the walls with your brains.
" You're sort of more like a secretary right now, " Kokonoi clarified, steepling his fingers together and sitting his chin on them, a strand of his hair that he had just pushed back already falling into his eyes as he looked up at you, his sharp eyes taking in your appearance as if he were dissecting you piece by piece, and maybe he's thought about it before. You could never be sure with the Bonten executives just how deep their contempt for humanity ran. " Granted, the papers you bring me aren't exactly just the weekly wealth management reports, but more.. unique to your position, I should say. "
" Despite the others' strengths, there's only one within the executives that's particularly good at sniffing out rats, " Kokonoi continued after your silence, " So it only makes sense that you worked directly underneath me during your time here, given what you do. But to continue your job in a more effective manner, you should be.. promoted, in a sense. Instead of me being the middleman, giving you orders from Mikey, you should get them directly from him instead. Cut out the middleman and there's less room for error. There's no way any information can get lost in translation and cause errors to occur. "
What a professional and roundabout way to say that now, if you fucked up, it would be on your head, and he didn't want to risk having his name attached to your line of work. " I see. so you're wanting to ' promote ' me to executive directly underneath Mikey, instead of working just for you. "
" Precisely. I knew you were smart, " he smiled, eyes narrowing as he watched you shift your weight from one foot to the other, feeling a little awkward underneath his gaze. " I still need to suggest it to Mikey, but I'm sure there's going to be little pushback. He's seen the work you've done before this. Everything goes back to him, after all. "
Mikey has eyes and ears everywhere, that much you knew. You, very much so, were considered one of them. Not only did you look out for others within your ' position ' you also were watched by them. You were just particularly good at your job, it seems. What a lucky soul you were, living this life.
" Yes, Sir. "
" Wonderful. Then you're dismissed until a later notice, secretary, " he straightened up, the term slipping from his lips more like an insult than anything else, finally glancing back down at his laptop in front of him, opening it up to continue what he was doing before you came in. " You'll hear word from someone about what's going to happen and when. Be there, although I have no doubt that you won't. "
" Yes, Sir. " You repeated once again, and turned on your heels, your footsteps echoing as you headed towards the door, trying to hold your head high and keep your posture as straight as possible. If there was one thing you were good at other than executing orders given to you, it was keeping up appearances.
" Oh, and one more thing before you go. There's a lady acting up from one of the Haitani brother's clubs, could you check up on her for me ? I believe she's been starting some unfortunate whispers about your connections to me, and I'd like to have that squashed as quick as possible. "
Ah, she thought the two of you were fucking. It was understandable, everyone within a certain ranking knew who you answered to, and who you spent most of your time around, and that included the managers of the Haitani brother's clubs, who often had to answer to Kokonoi for their revenues. You were sure that one had seen you come in or out of Kokonoi's office and tried to connect the dots.Â
In fact, you were almost sure you knew exactly who it was: the man who tried to hit on you and you shot him down relatively quickly. You'd been tired that day and didn't even want to entertain the thought of men, especially not one as sleazy as he was, so you may have sounded a little ruder than you anticipated.Â
Perhaps he took your denial and then saw you come out of Kokonoi's office and tried to connect the dots to make his ego feel better. What was his name ? Atsuku Tsukima, you were fairly sure. You had most people who were in higher positions in Bonten memorized already, it just sort of came with the job after combing through their names for hours on end. You'd have to pay him a little visit, and check up on that girl of his.Â
You also figured you might have to check up and ask why he was telling some random girls at his club about the business of people that he has no right to stick his nose in, too.Â
" Yes, Sir. â You answered him one last time, your hand on the door handle as you turned your head to throw him one more look, finger already holding down the lock so you could push it open. â Iâll return in a few hours with an update for you. I donât think sheâll be saying much more about it anymore after tonight. âÂ
â I donât believe so, either. âÂ
Looks like you could sit down your hopes of getting an early day tonight. Of course you had to run around for one more errand before you could really call your day complete, just to get up and do it all over again tomorrow.Â
Once you walked through the door, you could feel it all coming back to you at once, like a rush of all of the emotions youâd suppressed to the best of your ability. The fear, the sickness in the pit of your stomach, the regret.Â
You condemned three men to death tonight, or something worse than death, and there was nothing you could do about it but keep moving forward, digging yourself into a deeper and deeper hole until you could no longer see the sun. But you kept reaching up anyway, ever hopeful that youâd feel the warmth on your skin one day.Â
That day wasnât going to be today.Â
Just barely three days after you delivered your report to Kokonoi, you were told the date and the time that you were expected to be in the warehouse with the presence of the other executives, and the leader of the whole organization. You knew that this day was coming, but you honestly could say that you were kind of hoping that Sanzu struggled to find them for a little while longer, if only to put off your own discomfort. But of course, you hadnât let anyone find out that you were snooping around to the traitors, so the three men had no idea what was happening and probably continued with business as usual.Â
Youâd known about the warehouse, and even knew the general location and its main use before youâd even been there for the first time. It was just an old storage facility for a car manufacturer that Kokonoi had a hand in. Technically, the warehouse was Kokonoiâs property, but Sanzu spent more than his fair share of time within the uninsulated metal walls.Â
Youâd only met Sanzu once, and that was a very short time when you were delivering something to Kokonoi and Sanzu just happened to want to chat with him at the same time.Â
Even then, you understood early on not to fuck with that man. He was unhinged, with more screws loose than anyone else within Bonten that you knew. Looking at him in the wrong way could potentially mean that you were liable to get your neck snapped in half like a twig, if he was feeling generous that day.Â
A few of the Bonten executives youâd never met before were there, as well as Mikey, the leader of it all. You knew of him, heard stories about the kind of person he was through the grapevine, although you could never tell if they were the truth or fiction, even saw his face a couple of times. Youâd heard about the man who was once called the Invincible Mikey, who was now a shell of a man and apathetic towards anyone and everyone.Â
But youâd never been face to face with him before, and you never really could say that you really wanted to, either. You were perfectly okay with being unnoticed by all of these people that you knew youâd soon be meeting. Or at least, you werenât important enough to be a name that they saw more than once or twice, with the exception of Kokonoi.Â
If someone became important enough that several of them were looking into your name, you usually didnât live long after that. Usually, that means you did something very, very wrong.
The warehouse was a sweaty cold the moment that you walked inside of it. A large open space, with plenty of crates and carts and parts strewn around. Things underneath tarps that you were smart enough not to look at too closely, especially if something brownish red was leaking out from underneath. It wasnât insulated, and didnât have any air conditioning, either, making it just uncomfortable to be in for longer than needed. You felt your fingers and the tip of your nose getting cold, and the bones inside of you rattled a little as you took in a shaky breath.Â
Walking forward through the surprisingly well lit yet dusty atmosphere, your footsteps echoed against each wall, sounding a thousand times louder than you were actually walking. There was no way that anyone wasnât aware of your presence by now, not that you were really hiding your presence to begin with. You werenât brave enough to try to sneak up on anyone here. Towards the back, you only halfway knew what to expect. You could already smell it when you came in.
The three men you personally condemned were there, dirty, bloody rags tied in their mouths, their arms tied behind their backs with duct tape wrapped around their bodies. Each man was crying hysterically; one, you were sure, even pissed himself. You could smell the stench of urine before you even got a good view of what was going on. There was a cart next to the men with a saw on it, some pliers, unidentifiable chunks of meat that you really didnât want to look at for too long, knives, scissors, a lighter, and some matches.Â
Sanzu was definitely having his fun, and you had the realization that theyâd probably been caught the moment you left Kokonoiâs office. You wouldnât be surprised if forwarding the information to him was the first thing that Kokonoi did after you left. Which probably meant that these men have been in here for days.Â
The executives each stood around, some of them looking bored, and others looking on with interest, less about the men being tortured and more about what was actually happening to them. Sanzu stood above them with a gun in his hand, his second favorite choice of weapon, although you were almost positive that he didnât necessarily care what was in his hands as long as he was able to cause mayhem.Â
â Ah, welcome, â Kokonoi was the first one to greet you, his hands in his long red shirtâs pockets. You really never realized just how detailed the gold embroidery in his outfit was until you look at it glittering in even the mustiest of areas. Compared to everyone else, Kokonoi stood out the most to you, but that was also perhaps because you knew him the longest and you were the most comfortable around him than anyone else.Â
You found yourself gravitating towards Kokonoi before you really even told your feet where to go. With everything going on around you, Kokonoi was the safest option. You held your hands behind your back, one of your hands holding onto your wrist, tilting your head as you looked up at Kokonoi. â You havenât been waiting long, I hope ? âÂ
â Not long at all, I believe youâre early, actually, â he mused, not really caring enough to check the time on his watch. â I thought you would arrive by the time Sanzu finished off the traitors, but Mikey hasnât given his order yet. Maybe he was waiting for you. âÂ
â Maybe, â you agreed easily, nodding slightly as you took a look around. The Haitani brothers were sitting on some metal cargo crates, with the younger brother, Rindou, looking a little bored, a small pout on his lips as he watched Sanzu move around the three sniveling traitors.Â
To the side, was a man you didnât know with a scar across his face, but you knew he was important. He looked like he would be hard to approach, and he wasnât even watching Sanzu, his eyes were just on the floor, looking down at his own feet perhaps. He didnât look bored, just indifferent to it all, like he would rather be anywhere else but here.
Close behind Kokonoi was a tall, huge blond man, his expression unreadable. It looked like he hadnât even taken notice of your presence, or that he was looking past you. He didnât really look like he was watching Sanzu, either. He looked lost in his own world, his eyebrows knitted together in concentration.Â
Towards the back, there was a short man sitting down munching on some takoyaki, not even facing the rest of them, and a man close by him with a jacket on but no shirt staring at the exit as if he were already ready to go.Â
The three men tied to the ground were writhing around in their pity, trying desperately to free themselves from the situation, fighting against the duct tape hopelessly. Seems one of them had a missing eye, and the otherâs leg was busted completely.Â
Sanzu laughed, leaning back almost morbidly and dropping a pill from his hand into his waiting, open mouth. Swallowing it, he screamed at the top of his lungs. â Bring down bontenâs hammer of judgment on the traitors ! â You thought it was an odd thing to say, but you werenât going to say that out loud or you definitely would be next.
Sanzu leaned down to the ear of one of them, his finger pressed up against his pursed lips, â Shh, shh, shh ! Pay attention to Mikeyâs words ! â He looked over his shoulder, his piercing gaze going right through you as he waited for the command of the man eating the takoyaki.Â
â Kill them. â Mikeyâs empty voice was so soft you barely heard it, but it was still audible, if only barely. And thatâs all that Sanzu needed.Â
You closed your eyes for the next few seconds, wanting to turn to hide, but unable to do that. The three gunshots rang out so loud it buzzed in your head as if you were the one who got shot. It sure did feel like you had, anyways, with the way that your heart lurched in your chest. The stench of blood permeated throughout the area, sinking into your nostrils, choking you with the scent of metal.Â
â Those who donât fit in Bonten are scraps..! â This time, you could feel his gaze on you before you even opened up your eyes, tearing you apart. He was directly talking to you, the newcomer within the executives, that much you didnât need to be a genius to figure out.Â
You sucked in a breath, feeling your hands shake behind your back, but you refused to mentally acknowledge that you were scared. If you did, there was a chance the persona youâd seemingly perfectly crafted could unravel at any time, and you were sure that wouldnât end well for you. No, it was better if you pretended you were unaffected by everything, at least for now. You just had to hold out.
â Make sure to clean up the dead bodies, â the man with the scar on his face called, the look on his face best described as apathy. He didnât look like he cared, nor that he really felt any type of way at all. There was no emotion behind those heterochromatic eyes, just tiredness. Exhaustion that went bone deep. You sort of knew how he felt, but it was still unsettling to look at in front of you.
â Crush and freeze them. Turn them into fish bait, â the blond man behind Kokonoi suggested, earning a small chuckle from the older Haitani brother.Â
You knew about Ran and Rindou, who had killed when they were children and it just went downhill from there. Theyâd been on the path of bloodshed since they were kids, but their story wasnât particularly unique.Â
Kokonoi was on the same path since he was young, too, who youâd heard bits and pieces about during your time working underneath him. Heâd been a financial treasurer since he was a child, always controlling the puppets around him to do the dirty work for him. If he could help it, Kokonoi never had to lift a finger, he just had to hold out his hand for the profits and keep his finger on the pulses of the most income, no matter what was bringing that money in.Â
â Keep it in your heads, everyone, â Kokonoi gave you a little smile, his voice holding a hint of a dry, dark joke in there, â Even between us, whoever betrays Bonten will eventually become scraps too. â He leaned in close, until his nose was inches away from yours. â Thatâs how Bonten works. âÂ
You didnât think you needed the reminder, but the words chilled you to your core anyways, as if you were learning for the first time what kind of organization you worked for.
You kept your head straight ahead, looking at him in the eyes, but you couldnât stop yourself from swallowing hard, letting out a small shaky exhale through your nose, giving him all that he needed to know about how you were feeling right now.Â
â We have her to thank for bringing these traitors to light, right ? â Ran asked behind you, not moving from his spot as he examined the way your hands shook behind your back, and you were glad he didnât mention it. â If sheâs here, then that means.. oh, it wouldnât happen to be her initiation, right ? â He said it like he didnât know, but you were sure that they had all been briefed beforehand about your arrival.
â I swear, itâs like Sanzu gets to have all of the fun, â Rindou shook his head, sounding a little annoyed that he had no part of the action yet. â Whereâs her tattoo going to be ? Has Mikey decided it yet, or is someone else choosing for her this time ? âÂ
â Mikey said that it needs to be on her chest so it stays hidden when sheâs out and about, â Kokonoi answered simply for you, finally moving away from your face to look at the Haitani brothers. â Itâs important that her tattoo isnât easily spotted, so it has to go in a spot that most people would cover up. âÂ
Finally interested in what was being talked about, Rindouâs eyes widened, and he almost looked excited, his eyes going wide with a goofy grin on his face, â No way ! Weâre putting the tattoo in between her tits ? âÂ
â Thatâs what the boss said. âÂ
While you were occupied with listening to the conversation, Sanzu was moving along behind you, tucking the gun into the belt of his pinstripe pants. You could hear him moving about with the way that each of his steps echoed throughout the warehouse, but you didnât dare to look back at him. Not yet, at least, unless you found yourself looking at something that maybe you didnât want to see.Â
â Hey, Mochizuki, come help me with these goddamn bodies ! â Sanzu yelled out, his voice strangely cheerful as if he were saying something completely normal. â Since it was your genius idea to freeze them, you should be the one to pack them up into the cart so I can take them somewhere theyâd freeze later. âÂ
You thought it was just the way his voice carried that made him seem like he was closer than he actually was, but a hand smacked down on your shoulder, quickly jerking you back to look up at Sanzu. â Canât have the stupid little secretary getting sick while we tattoo her, yeah ? ..Is secretary the right word for you, or does snoop work better for you ? Since all you do is find people and bring them to me for me and Mikey to judge. Ah, I canât tell which one works better. Maybe they both fit you. âÂ
You kept quiet, letting him ramble on about what mildly insulting title fit you best, but you could feel the color drain from your face as you were brought face to face with this killer. Sanzu was insane. There wasnât a single part of him that could ever even remotely be considered normal by any standards. Heâd lost all of his marbles so long ago that you werenât sure if he even remembered a time that he had a coherent thought that wasnât about his next fix of murder or drugs. Not that you could ever in your life voice these opinions out to him, unless you wanted to end up as fish bait.Â
â Iâm going to be doing your tattoo today, itâs a pleasure, â Sanzu grinned lazily right in your face. His pupils were dilated, and he looked a little unsteady, but he kept himself relatively straight, rolling his neck and tilting his head as he got a better look at your face. His neck popped several times with a sickening crunch, and you wondered briefly if it had to hurt, or if he could even feel it. â This is yours, Kokonoi ? â
â Yeah. She worked underneath me. âÂ
â Underneath you ? âÂ
â ..Yeah. âÂ
â Hm. Ooookay, â Sanzu didnât say anything else, pulling himself away from you and turning right on his heels to help Mochizuki, the man with the blond hair, so youâd learned, with moving the bodies into a crate for later use. You looked up at Kokonoi, trying to keep your face neutral and honestly failing pretty badly at this point.Â
You were terrified not only of Sanzu, but also about everything that was going on around you. This was more than you were expecting, and possibly even worse than anything you couldâve imagined so far. You werenât sure if it was the cold or the absolute terror in your body that made your limbs feel like they were going numb. You couldnât think, using the last of your resilience to stand up straight and not break down where you stood.Â
â I think that means he likes you, â Kokonoi mentioned casually, either unaware of your feelings or simply uncaring about them. you didnât know which, but it was better you didnât ask.Â
â Maybe heâs trying to see how long it takes for you to snap ! â Ran called out, laughing a little at his own words, and earning himself a chuckle from his younger brother. You were sure you really didnât need to hear that. Maybe Ran was the one who wanted you to snap, maybe they all were waiting for the moment where you just gave up, but you werenât going to do that. You just had to get through this tattoo and then you were going to get the hell out of there.Â
Youâd worry about the next executive meeting when it came down to it. But all of this in one night was far too much for you. You brought those men to this warehouse in the first place. Although you werenât the one who pulled the trigger, you were the one who put the red target on the back of their heads anyways. Their murders were on your hands as much as they were on Sanzuâs. Youâd think after all of this time within Bonten, youâd have your head on straight and would become numb to the feeling of blood slipping through your fingers.Â
You did not.
â She doesnât really look like a killer to me, â Kakucho shook his head, barely giving you a glance before he passed on his judgment to you. â Sheâs better as an informant than with the actual gun, but having her in the executive ranks was up to Mikey. He has a better idea on whatâs best for Bonten than anyone else. âÂ
â I think she could kill ! If she was pushed far enough ! We could push her and see what happens, â Rindou chimed in with a little nod, pretty proud of himself for his observation of you.Â
You had to think for a second, your eyebrows knitted together in concentration as you thought about it. Could you kill ? Could you pull the trigger on someone elseâs life and cut it short ? You didnât know. Sure, youâd hurt people before, and maybe those injuries had left them to die, but youâd never seen the lights fade from someone elseâs eyes. You werenât sure you wanted to, either.
You were learning pretty quickly that there was a lot of things that you didnât know, and a lot of things that you didnât want to know.
You did know, however, that all of the men within the warehouse was staring at you, judging you, picking you apart and trying to see what made you tick inside. Trying to see everything about you, the good, the bad, the wrong, the ugly. Even without their eyes directly on you, you knew you were being watched. That you were always tabbed no matter what you did or where you went.Â
And these men were not the type of people to take notes and then go find someone else to deal with any potentially incorrect behavior, they were the reprimanders. They were the ones who ended the lives of plenty of people every single day. Innocents, bystanders. Anyone. Everyone. No one was safe from Bontenâs grip.
And you so naively had walked right into their hands.Â
They would take your wings and rip them off of your body so you could never fly again, so you would be stuck in the pits of hell just like they were. Even sicker, is that they knew you would come to enjoy it after a time. a caught animal never outgrows its cage, after all. You were nothing more than an animal for them, a pet. And you were about to get permanently branded as one, too.Â
The realization hit you harder than you cared to admit.
â Come on ! Sit, sit ! Donât waste more of my night here ! â you hadnât realized that Sanzu was back now without Mochizuki, and he had grabbed a metal folding chair, slapping it down a few feet in front of you.Â
He tapped the back of it a few times, letting you know that he was getting impatient with you just standing there and staring at him, although itâs only been a few seconds now. You swallowed hard, moving over to take a seat on the chair, feeling the cold of the metal even through the fabric of the pants you were wearing.Â
Now that you were sat, the world within this warehouse felt a lot larger than youâd previously thought. You could see how high the ceiling was, and could feel how absolutely suffocating the freezing air around you truly was. You couldnât breathe in deeply without the lingering scent of blood and the overwhelming scent of something molding and rotting. Every breath you took stung your lungs, the cold having seeped into your skin and reaching the marrow of your bones.Â
â Gotta find my tattoo gun and get everything ready. you sit there and look pretty, â Sanzu sneered out, hand clapping on your shoulder once before turning around to do exactly what he said he was going to do. You knew that this was likely not exactly the safest way to get a tattoo, nor would it be the easiest to deal with.Â
He was a few feet away when he turned back for a second, his face surprisingly serious when he stared at you. â Oh, and take off that shirt and bra or Iâll rip the shit off of you when I come back. âÂ
Not a single part of you wanted to take off your shirt, but you found yourself with your fingers nimbly working on the buttons of the white dress shirt you were wearing anyways. Whether it was out of fear or out of habit to follow orders, you werenât sure, and you werenât going to think too much about it, either.Â
The fabric slipped off of your shoulders, and you twisted over to have it cover the back of the chair so you didnât have to press your back against the cold bare metal.Â
You took off your bra slower, fumbling with the front clasp before shrugging it off of your arms, letting it drop onto the dirty floor. instinctually, you covered your chest up, wrapping your arms around your tits. But you already knew that your attempt at modesty did nothing. Everyone who was looking already saw.Â
You couldnât make eye contact with anyone, your head down, looking at your lap while you waited sort of patiently. There was no way this was going to take longer than twenty minutes, and then you could put your shirt back on and never think about it again.Â
In between all of the genuine fear and lightheadedness that you felt, you also felt a pit in the bottom of your stomach form, tightly coiled but barely noticeable or distinguishable from the other coursing emotions rushing through you. In your haze, you didnât think about it, didnât even acknowledge that it was there.Â
When Sanzu came back, he had a tattoo gun in his hands, and a cart that you really hoped wasnât the cart that he just had his torture weapons sat on, and that pile of flesh that you really tried to erase from your memories. â Hold your tits and keep them spread for me. I canât work if my canvas is covered. âÂ
You nodded, sliding your arms apart and grabbing your own chest, keeping the skin taut so he could work properly.Â
Originally, he was just leaning over you, his posture awkward and probably uncomfortable for him, if he could feel his own body, but he decided that he wasnât close enough, so his free hand that wasnât holding the gun grabbed your leg and forced your thighs apart, stepping in between them so he was closer to you.Â
It only took him a moment before he came up with another order, clearly still unhappy with the way that you were sat on the chair for him. â Scooch your ass nearly off the edge of the chair. Youâre sitting too straight. âÂ
Before he gave you a chance to answer or follow through with his demands, Sanzu grabbed your hips, pulling you forward until your butt was nearly hanging off the chair, and you needed to plant your feet firmly into the floor to keep yourself from falling. Your eyes widened, trying not to make any noises from the way that he had grabbed you in such a way, completely manhandling you as if you were just a doll for him that he could throw around and pose how he wanted.Â
â S-Sir- ! â You yelped, desperation hinting within your tone.Â
Once he was happy with your position, completely ignoring your little yelp, he started to clean the area, the alcohol freezing cold as it hit your skin. It wasnât until the tattoo gun turned on, and he dipped the needles into the ink that you realized that there really was no backing out of this now, not that there ever was.Â
Your grip on your own chest tightened, nails digging into the skin as Sanzu leaned a little closer. As he got nearer, he shuffled propping his knee up on the edge of the chair, right in between your legs, pressing against the sensitive flesh of your most intimate area. You wanted to gasp, but the sound caught in your throat.
You didnât have time to say or do anything as he finally touched the gun to your skin. No one really couldâve prepared you for what it felt like when Sanzu made the first mark on your skin. The needle was so close to the bone of your sternum, it felt like a painful vibration that shook your entire diaphragm, stealing your breath away. You closed your eyes tightly, breathing through your nose, nails digging into your chest so hard you swore you were going to break the skin.Â
Oh, god, it hurt. It hurt so much worse than you were anticipating.Â
Everything about this was wrong. You couldnât stop yourself from tearing up, your entire body shaking from the tattoo gun needle going in and out of your skin. It didnât feel like a million tiny little stabs like you had expected it to feel, more like the constant drag of a serrated blade against your skin, tearing at your flesh and forcing you to watch as it inked you just below the surface level.Â
But the pain wasnât really the worst part of it, it was just the catalyst for what set off every single one of your fear reactions after being on edge this entire time. You knew you were being watched, that every man had his eyes on you and were watching with rapt attention.Â
It was something about being watched that pricked at your skin, making you feel everything far more intensely than you thought you would, like their eyes on you was some kind of aphrodisiac.Â
You werenât sure when anyone moved from the places that they were at previously, but now there were important, dangerous men circled all around you, watching as you were positively defiled by Sanzu and the tattoo gun. They were like vultures watching their next meal, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
You felt pathetic, and watched, and used. And it didnât help that in between your legs, you could feel just enough friction that it made your already tense body clench up even further, his knee pressed against you as he focused on getting the lines perfect. You were trying to find something, anything to focus on that wasnât how you felt in this very moment.Â
â Youâre playing with the big boys now, little lady, â Rindou hummed behind you, his voice almost melodic as his hand found itâs way to your shoulder, giving you a grin that you didnât look at.Â
â Look at her shake like a leaf ! â Ran snickered as he leaned down, his eyes narrowed while he looked at you. You could feel his breath hot on your neck, but it took everything out of you to wrench open one eye to see what was going on around you.Â
Your eyes immediately met the older Haitani brotherâs gaze, and you felt your heart leap out of your throat. Why was he so close ? Why was he looking at you like that ? You could feel the fat of your thigh bounce a little as you shook underneath their gazes.Â
" Can this bitch stop fuckin' squirmin' ? " You could hear Sanzu's voice cut through your thoughts and the sound of the tattoo gun whirling that made your head spin a little bit.Â
You felt small and insignificant, around all of these important men, shirtless and sat in a dirty old metal chair in the warehouse where a few men lost their lives because of you today. Your hand was covering your chest, keeping the skin taunt for Sanzu as he hovered over you in between your spread legs, one of his hands coming down to rest on your hip, knee pressed against you lewdly.Â
Rindou chuckled, keeping his hand on your bare shoulder, feeling each jump of your muscles with every drag of the tattoo gun on your skin. â Maybe not, but she sure is cute, donât you think, Koko ? âÂ
â Mhm, â Kokonoi was staring at you, you could feel his eyes examining your face scrunched up in pain as you tried and failed to keep your breathing steady, his features unreadable other than a small little smile on his lips. â Thatâs my secretary for you. â
â Sheâs fuckinâ adorable. Better like this than when sheâs trying to act like a big shot in a world not built for her, â this was the first time youâd heard Takeomiâs voice, and you were completely unsure where his voice was coming from, but all of the voices sounded like they were surrounding you, echoing off of the warehouseâs walls and amplifying them tenfold.Â
You could also hear every pitiful little noise that came from the bottom of your throat no matter how much you tried to keep yourself calm. You were whimpering, your chest threatening hiccups as you fought back tears. It was too much. They were all mocking you like you were just a toy, something weak and easily broken, snapped in half like a twig.Â
â No way, is she gonna cry ? â Ran gasped, his eyes wide as he noticed the tears that were threatening to bubble up in your eyes.Â
â She is ! Look at her cry ! â The embarrassment of the Haitani brothers calling you out for crying was enough for the tears to finally overflow from your waterline, streaming down your face. You leaned your head back, eyes closed tightly as you tried to stop yourself from crying and hiccuping.Â
You felt like a stupid school girl getting bullied by the older kids on the playground, your body on display for them as Sanzu etched black ink lines into your skin. Your cheeks felt bright red, and you wanted to pull away from Sanzu, and run and hide from them. Maybe if you ran fast enough from this god forsaken warehouse, they would take a few days to catch you.
As if it were a type of sick punishment for all of the sins you committed, Sanzu shifted just a little, knee rubbing against you and making you gasp loud through your messy, fat tears, your noises reverberating on the walls of the warehouse. You couldnât hide that reaction, not even from yourself.Â
Fuck, you needed more of that feeling, the pain of the tattoo gun almost dulling for a moment before the pain came back.
" ..Sheâs crying ? " If you didn't know any better, you'd really think that Kakucho almost sounded worried for you, but no one there had any intention of stopping Sanzu from finishing your tattoo.Â
This was something that all Bonten executives had to go through, you knew this, almost like an initiation of sorts, and of course you were no exception to this case.Â
But it didn't help that you were shirtless, and you could feel the eyes of several men staring at your body, taking in the sight before them. A few seemed to be enjoying your pain far, far too much, but you were in no position to say anything to them at this very moment even if you could, not when you could barely get out a sentence without whimpering.
â Pathetic little bitch canât even stop crying fâme, â Sanzu murmured underneath his breath, his hand finding its place back on your hip, holding you still firmly against the chair. â Stay still for me or Iâm gonna fuck up. Iâm almost done. shit. âÂ
With each little line he drew on your skin, you really couldnât think of anything other than the pain, their eyes on you, and the pressure between your legs. The embarrassment, stinging, and friction created the worst amalgamation of sensations throughout your entire body, you didnât know whether or not to cry out in pain or moan out, or to break down sobbing.Â
You were thinking that you might honestly do all three at the same time. You needed something that could ground you and bring you down from the headspace that you didnât really want to be in, and before you really even had a chance to think about it, you opened your mouth to speak.Â
â K-Koko..! Pl-please.. ! â You whimpered, hot tears falling from your eyes as you looked up for him, desperate for something, anything.Â
â Sheâs the cutest ! â Ran laughed, his hand trailing down your shoulder to your hands that were still holding your breast, squeezing it a little bit. His actions didnât go unnoticed, but you didnât have it in you to say anything about how his long, calloused fingers felt pressed against the soft, pillowy flesh of your tit.
â Shh, shh, â Kokonoi shuffled around a little bit so he was directly behind you, his hand ghosting over your sensitive little neck, holding your head and tilting your chin back so your head rested on his stomach.Â
â Youâre okay. Donât even worry about them, donât listen to a word they say. Youâre doing so good, can you keep your eyes on me, pretty girl ? Look at me, look at me. You can take it, right ? Just a little more. â He whispered softly, his voice slow and soothing, piercing through the low rumble loud in your ears through the pounding of your eardrums.Â
You couldnât really say he was calming you down, more like he was distracting you from the soft, subtle touches of the other executives. Ranâs hand on your chest, Rindou touching right below your chest on the other side, dragging his nail against your sensitive skin, Sanzu holding your hip down onto the chair, Kokonoiâs hand playing with your hair as he hummed little pleasantries in your ear.Â
They were all touching you, unabashed with the way they got tired of just watching and now wanted to participate in Sanzuâs defilement of you.
â Pl-please, no- no more, â you sniffled, looking up at Kokonoi with a pout on your shaky bottom lip. You saw him smile a little, and his grip on your neck tightened just a little bit, squeezing the sides of your neck, stealing what little breath you had.Â
â You can do it, pretty girl. Youâre getting too worked up, need something to calm you down, yeah ? âÂ
Sanzu shifted again slightly, his eyes trained on the flesh he was almost done marking. His knee rubbed up against you, causing you to gasp out loud, your eyes rolling back a little bit. Kokonoi hand that was on your hair tightened up a little bit, pulling slightly.Â
â I said look at me, girl. You can follow simple instructions, canât you ? â You winced, barely opening one teary eye to look up at him.Â
He looked so sickeningly sweet, like the worst drug you could possibly get addicted to. Being surrounded by all of the Bonten executives, each one of them cooing at you in a mocking attempt to comfort you and touching at your body, it was making your already fuzzy head swim with too much to form anything coherent.Â
It almost felt good, the dull, throbbing sensation flooding through your body in small little bursts with each stroke of the tattoo gun against your skin.
Ranâs fingers began to tweak at your nipple, rolling the hardened bud in between his two fingers, not even caring enough to be gentle. Rindouâs hand soon followed suit, pushing against your nipple in and rubbing small circles, his nail digging in just slight enough that you could feel it. The two of them were so in sync without needing a word, it was almost hypnotizing how good your tits felt in their hands.
Kokonoiâs hand was still tightly around your throat, squeezing enough just to steal the breath from your lungs. He seemed pleased with how limp your body had gone by now, how all three of them could touch you like this and you didnât try to fight back against them. He wasnât a sadist like the Haitanis or Sanzu, but he did enjoy watching someone crumble right underneath his fingertips. Especially someone as beautiful and pathetic as you, it made it all the more enjoyable.
â Maybe sheâs finally given up on trying to be a bad girl or whatever and is ready to be a slut like the rest of them, â Takeomi finally mumbled underneath his breath, standing behind Ran and Kokonoi and watching this all unfold in front of him. He didnât need to touch you, not when the others were already getting you riled up past your breaking point. He was just watching and waiting for the moment where heâd be able to see the exact moment your brain turned off.Â
â There, see ? All done, â Sanzu said finally, turning off the tattoo gun, sitting it down onto the cart beside him. â Dumb bitch couldnât keep still but I still managed to get it straight. â
â Iâm gonna finish you, it's gonna be cold and then painful. Don't be a bitch about it. " Was all that Sanzu said to warn you as he grabbed a wet rag, cleaning off the spilled ink from your chest.Â
The coldness shocked you, causing you to jump up a little bit but it really wasnât that bad. Then, completely out of the blue, he squirted the isopropyl alcohol directly onto your chest from the bottle, before wiping it off with some soaked gauze.Â
You gasped, letting out a truly pathetic little scream with what little breath you had from Kokonoiâs hand around your throat as Sanzu cleaned the area almost too harshly for you. You'd been told that the alcohol hurt a thousand times worse than the actual tattoo itself, but it still managed to completely take your breath away, especially with Sanzu's cruelty.Â
Kokonoi's hand moved from your neck to your cheek, letting you breathe finally as he gently wiped the tears that fell from your eyes. The act itself was so much more domestic compared to the spinning in your head, almost enough to make you forget about everything around you. You wanted to nuzzle into his hand and cry for even longer, but you stopped yourself from doing that. At least, you thought you did.
â Sheâs like a dog trying to get affection from her master, â Rindou joked softly, earning a little chuckle from his older brother.Â
â Maybe sheâll bark if we ask her to nicely. We can teach her how to bark like a mutt, â Ran agreed, letting go of your tit. Everyone was gradually pulling away from you, at least far enough for you to gather your bearings, though you could still feel their eyes on you.Â
You tried to push your legs closed, picking your head up from Kokonoiâs stomach, wanting to pick your bra up off of the floor, to regain some semblance of the dignity you had before you walked in here, wiping the tears with the back of your hands. But Sanzu stepped quickly in between your legs again, his eyes glaring down as his knee found a familiar spot in between your legs to keep you from closing your thighs together easily.Â
â Mm, bad dog. Keep âem spread. I have to show Koko something once Iâm done cleaning you up, â Sanzu rolled his eyes, grabbing a bandage to slap on your tattoo now that he had cleaned it up. He threw it on your chest over the tattoo, fingers surprisingly gentle despite his words.Â
You knitted your eyebrows together, and Kokonoi shifted around so he could get a good look at what Sanzu was talking about.
â You needed me ? â
â Look. â
Kokonoiâs eyes locked onto your body for a second, looking from your face to the bandaged tattoo, down the your navel. You felt a little shy underneath his gaze, which was odd considering youâve been half naked in front of him this entire time, looking away from him and sitting your cheek onto your shoulder, physically curling inward on yourself.Â
After a moment, you saw his eyes wide as he noticed something, his gaze locked onto the crotch of your pants where Sanzuâs knee had been pressed against you. â ..Thereâs really not a thought going on inside of that dumb little head, huh ? â He asked, glancing up at Sanzu and then back down at your body. â Feeling like that at a time like this.. Maybe youâre more fucked up than I initially gave you credit for. â
Rindouâs attention had been piqued by that, wondering what could have possibly happened, although he had a good idea by now, and he followed Kokonoiâs gaze to the seat of your pants, his face contorting into excitement as he turned to his brother, a cheeky grin on his face. â She really got off on us watching her cry ! Look at her, sheâs so fuckinâ soaked ! âÂ
Your eyes widened, and your hand immediately flew down to hide the crotch of your pants, your face turning into a million shades of red within the moment. â I-Iâ wait..! Hold on ! Iâ â you stuttered out, trying to find some good excuse, but everyone there knew there really wasnât one that you could give that could possibly explain such a strong reaction if it was just Sanzuâs knee pressed against you.Â
Sanzu couldnât stop himself, or rather made no attempt to stop himself, as one of his hands came up to rest on your shoulder, knee rubbing up against you through the thick fabric of your slacks. It was almost pathetic how quickly your little denials about what was going on turned into squeals of pleasure, head leaning back to look up at the ceiling of the warehouse as Sanzu tested how sensitive you really are.Â
â She really is cute, â Ran said finally, grinning as he reached for your tits again, this time he wasnât trying to be sneaky about it, and you seemed more than willing to let him cup your tits with both hands as he stood behind you, rubbing and playing with them. â Maybe we really should teach her how to bark, sheâd make really cute sounds. â He made it sound like he was just joking when he suggested it beforehand, but you werenât entirely convinced that was the truth now.Â
You wanted to protest, to tell them to get their hands off of you and let you get dressed so you could go, but the words died in your throat somewhere along the way, leaving just little helpless whimpers and breathy mumbles of some sound that mightâve been â please â. Â
Rindou was quick to take Kokonoiâs previous spot behind you, letting your head rest on his stomach with his hands in your hair. He peered down at you, shooting you an evil grin that really only told you that you were in some serious trouble with the Haitanis and Sanzu touching you like this.Â
Without him even really needing to say, you knew that he wasnât as kind as Kokonoi was. Where he was at least kind enough to pretend to console you, Rindou was not that kind of person, not really.Â
With his hand snaking down your side profile down to your throat, Rindou used his finger to keep your head tilted for him. His knuckles grazed against the column of your neck with his thumb nail pressed into your chin, forcing you to only look at him while the other two men touched and defiled your sensitive body that was already on the edge of it being way, way too much. â What ? Not gonna call out for me to come save you like you did for Kokonoi ? âÂ
â She probably knows youâre not going to save her, â Ran pointed out, hands eagerly pulling at your nipples, causing you to squeak out in surprise. You could faintly feel something trickle down your bottom lip onto your chin, but the thought really didnât cross your mind to be concerned about it until you heard Rindou speak up again.Â
â Sheâs drooling now, â Rindou pointed out rather bluntly, and you were reached forward sort of absentmindedly, wanting to wipe away any evidence of what he was talking about, but it really only incriminated you more.Â
The older Haitani laughed a little at your little action, and you had to wonder briefly if those two ever only talked to each other or if they could actually interact with the other executives. You were pretty sure that these two could forget that others were in the room with them with how much they talked with just themselves.
â Is she ? Thatâs too cute, â Kokonoi called out from somewhere to the left of you, although you werenât exactly sure where. The warehouse made everyone sound far closer than they actually were, with voices sounding like they were right in your ear the entire time and giving you no time to process what little thoughts you were actually having.Â
Really the only thing you could think about was the way Sanzuâs knee was pressed up so deliciously against the most sensitive part of your body, the way his hand gripped your shoulder hard enough to hurt, digging into the bone of your shoulderblade. Heâs not saying anything, his eyes glued to the spot on your crotch that was starting to soak through his own pinstripe slacks, causing the dark pink color of his suit to turn even darker right where he was pressed against you.Â
There was no way that Rindou couldnât see it play plain across your face the moment that Sanzuâs knee jerked slightly, pressed against your clit through your pants in a way that made your eyes roll back in your head for a moment. â There she goes, all fucked out and stupid, â he snickered, leaning down to your face, hand tightening around your throat as he finally gave it a squeeze, forcing a little gasp from your lips.Â
You could see his eyes flicker away from you for a moment to what you could really only assume was Sanzuâs expression, but he looked back down at you moments after, neck still in his hands as he brought himself down for a kiss from you. As if on cue, Ran pinched both of your nipples harshly, making you moan out into the kiss just moments after his lips pressed against yours.Â
Rindou tasted like alcohol, and it almost made you want to scrunch up your nose in slight disgust at the strong flavor of several different alcohols mixed together. He didnât act drunk, not really, but you could only imagine that he was six or seven drinks deep by now.Â
Maybe that was why he didnât seem to have any reaction, even looking bored, when those gunshots rang out earlier. maybe he really was just like that, and there was no explaining him or anyone else here.Â
youâve been kissed before, and touched, but there was something about having six hands on your body at once that brought your mind spiraling to a place that you werenât even sure youâd ever been in before. You felt like nothing, like every muscle in your body was suddenly torn into pieces and left you boneless and weak while surrounded by these men.Â
You could feel eyes all around you, taking in your disheveled, desperate state. Kokonoi was definitely watching, and possibly that older man, Takeomi. You were vaguely aware that a few people were missing, but you couldnât possibly really think about what that could mean. Were Mikey and Kakucho also just watching ? What about that other guy, Mochizuki, or had he completely left all together to go take care of those bodies ?Â
The idea of people watching you somehow made you more nervous than the six hands actually touching your body. Were they disgusted ? Did they think you were just some common whore ? Did they pity you, or something equally frustrating ? Before you walked into this warehouse, you had a decent grasp on who you were in Bonten.Â
Now, you werenât sure about anything other than the knee pressed up harshly against you that with every movement from either you or him, it sent a shock of pleasure up your spine, and the slight pain of your nipples being punished and abused, and the strong taste of alcohol on your lips that you swore you could get drunk off of.Â
If there was a light at the end of this, you were pretty sure it was just the glaring, annoyingly bright florescent lights overhead, or the hazy feeling in your stomach as all of the sensations started to overwhelm you, the pit in your stomach growing bigger, needier, with every moment.Â
Right before you could really focus on that feeling, Sanzuâs knee pulled away from you, and you tried to jerk your head away from Rindou to look at him, but his grip on your neck tightened, keeping you firmly in place against him, and refusing to let you go just like that.Â
At your gasp, he pushed his tongue inside of your mouth, the taste of his saliva momentarily shocking you from really reacting.Â
Fuck, whatever bullshit you were thinking about him tasting like alcohol was wrong, and you knew it now. He tasted divine. Like someone you could get addicted to kissing and forget about everything else in the world, and there was no doubt that Rindou knew that you were enjoying his kiss, too, especially with the way that your body almost instinctively reacted against his touch.Â
You could feel your pants being tugged off of your body, the fabric that had been so soaked against your pussy peeling off uncomfortably, making you want to squirm around in that cold metal chair. One of the hands on your tits glided down your stomach, leaving goosebumps in its wake as Ran slipped his hand into your panties, more curious than anything else about your body.Â
â Fuck, â Ran whispered under his breath as his pointer and ring finger spread you open, his ring finger dipping into your heat, and you could hear Sanzu grunting in agreement immediately, like he knew just how soaked you were without even touching you properly. â Sheâs so fucking wet. A sopping, needy little thing. âÂ
Rindou pulled away, if only for a moment, leaving your mouth open and waiting for more of him. Heâd been something that grounded you in place, to not have his lips on yours almost felt inexplicably wrong. With the distraction gone, however, you tried to peer back at Sanzu and Ran, but Rindou had a tight grip on your hair, keeping you from moving your head.Â
â She is needy, â he agreed, his voice a soft purr as Rindou looked down at you, clearly tempted to kiss you again, but refraining from doing so. Ranâs ring finger curled inside of you, finally breaching your soaked little hole and making a pathetic noise fall from your lips.
â Most sluts like her are, â you could hear some shuffling around as Takeomi spoke, and you had to wonder how close he was. It wasnât until he was right in your face, grey eyes with a scar running down one side of his face peering at you like he was looking at something below him.Â
Compared to the amusement dancing around Rindouâs eyes, and the faux comfort in Kokonoiâs, looking at Takeomi was like looking at someone whoâs hatred for you went deeper than his own bones.Â
With your head pulled back, you couldnât do much as Takeomi leaned in closer, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth and blowing the smoke directly in your face. You shook your head, trying not to cough, but in the end the taste of nicotine choked you, and you couldnât help your bodyâs natural reaction of wanting to fight back, trying to pull your head away from Rindouâs grip as you coughed.Â
Takeomiâs hand moved to grab your face, causing you to stiffen against his grip. His fingers dig harshly into the soft flesh of your cheeks, forcing your jaws apart and your mouth open. You werenât sure just how many bruises on your body you were going to have after you escaped from this warehouse, but you already knew that youâd have his fingerprints on you that would take days for them to properly go away.Â
Without a warning or any inclination of what he was doing, he spit in your mouth, the filthy act making you immediately recoil in surprise, eyes blown wide as it hit your tongue.Â
It tasted bad, like cheap alcohol and nicotine, the flavor enough to make you want to retch ever so slightly. your knee bounced up and down as your face scrunched up, nose crinkling in distaste and you momentarily entertained the thought of spitting it back out of your mouth to get the taste out quicker. But you didnât get far with that thought.
â Swallow it, â Kokonoi ordered simply without a momentâs hesitation, as if he could read your thoughts.Â
You could feel your stomach drop down to your feet, but something inside of you told you to listen, like you couldnât really deny Kokonoi â or anyone else here, really â if they told you to directly do something. You were the best at following orders, thatâs what got you so far up the ladder in Bonten. It was an act that you had perfected down to an art form, and you werenât easily swayed out of old habits.
With your mouth still forced open by Takeomi, you let the spit that had hit your tongue drip down to the back of your throat, gulping just enough that it went down.Â
And with that, Takeomi pulled away only slightly, his hand pulling away from your cheeks and letting you close your mouth again. His much larger hand rests on one of your cheeks for a moment, almost tenderly, before delivering a small slap to your face.Â
It didnât hurt all that much since your body was primed and ready for pain after everything that has happened today, it just shocked you a little, and you let out a little gasp of surprise when you felt the slight stinging on your cheek. But Takeomi moved away from you after glancing over your body one good time, taking in every one of your curves and the dips of your body, his gaze somewhere in between reverent admiration and absolute hatred.Â
â She really takes orders from Koko still ! â Ran snickered after everything settled for a moment, his finger still stuffed deep into your cunt, curled to hit that spot within you that made you want to moan out and forget everything except for the feeling.Â
â Yeah, donât you know youâre an executive now ? You donât have to take orders from Koko, â Rindou pointed out in agreement to his older brother, like usual going along with whatever Ran says and just being mean. His grip on your hair softened a little bit, but he didnât want you to look back just yet. â Or any of us, really. You donât have to listen to a single one of us anymore other than Mikey. âÂ
Was Mikey even in the warehouse anymore ? Did he have any say over what was going on, did he simply not care, or was he enjoying it, too ? You now knew that Takeomi was there and participating, but it still felt a few people werenât, or at least, they werenât active in touching you.Â
Mochizuki, Kakucho, and Mikey werenât there yet, something that you wanted to ask about, or at least figure out who was touching you and who was just watching. But you didnât have a good idea of your surroundings, your vision usually forced a certain direction by the people manipulating and violating your body.
Before you could say these thoughts, however, Ranâs hand moves away from your pussy, pulling out of you completely and moving away from your body just slightly, and Rindou had all but completely let go of your hair, although your head was still back as you tried to catch your breath and gather your thoughts. You wanted to whine about the lack of contact, the sound welling up in your throat.
You didnât really have time to do either one of those things as your legs get hoisted up over Sanzuâs shoulders, body pressed against his in a way that had your head reeling with the new type of contact. Youâre barely hanging on to the small metal chair, ass almost hanging off of it like you were bound to fall any second now.Â
Its not until you feel your panties being pulled to the side of your cunt that you can really get a good understanding of what was going on, or what was about to happen.Â
â Iâ waitâ â you started nervously, glancing down to look at Sanzu, but he wasnât looking at your face, his eyes lowered at where your body was against his.Â
You didnât want him not to do it, some part of you was more excited about this than you cared to let on to anyone, even if everyone could already see it on your face without you having to say anything about it. You could feel your own wetness drip down your body and onto the ground below you, probably on Sanzuâs shoes or the cold cement ground.Â
â Mmâ no, Iâve been waiting long enough, â Sanzu said impatiently, his voice still holding just a little bit of that bark it had when he first met you. Sanzu was mean, and he didnât pretend to be anything less than that. Cold and detached from most things, you knew that he didnât care really if you were absolutely ready or not.Â
â Bitch is fucking soaked fâme, god, â he mumbled underneath his breath, more to himself than anyone else, but the Haitanis both let out little chuckles at his words anyways. Ran, in particular, whoâd spent the last few minutes prepping you for him, not that you really needed it or anything.Â
You found yourself holding your breath as you watched him unbuckle his belt and tug his pants down, the outline of his hard cock visible before he even got it out yet.Â
Fuck, you were going to die. It wasnât so much the length of him that made your stomach twist in nervous knots as it was the look on Sanzuâs face, like he was going to take exactly what he wanted now that there was nothing between the two of you.Â
You wanted to beg him for just another moment, but you knew that your pleas would fall on deaf ears as he let go of one of your legs to guide himself into your entrance. With a swift, fluid motion, Sanzu pushed himself into you, the stretch of having him inside of you making mewl out in pleasure, little moans escaping from your throat.Â
Both of Sanzuâs hands went back to your legs, pulling you a little closer to him as he began to fuck into you with a pace that bordered on violent, his hips meeting yours as he embedded himself in your gooey walls entirely with each thrust. He was barely pulling out, his entirely length disappearing completely inside of you, his balls hitting the plumpness of your ass every movement.Â
â A-ah.. f-fuck..! â You whimpered, gasping a little bit as he fucked you, unrelenting in taking what he wanted. You tried to say something, but your words were incoherent and incomprehensible, your voice hiccuping in your throat as you just moaned like a desperate whore for him, for all of these men around you.Â
After being pushed to the edge for so long, first with the tattoo and then with the teasing and now this, you couldnât hold on anymore, not with how Sanzu felt inside of you, and the feeling of being watched by everyone around you, hands letting go of the chair that youâd been holding onto as you felt your orgasm crash over you almost painfully.Â
You could hear each one of your pathetically loud moans reverberate off of the walls of the warehouse, making your desperation for more all the more obvious to each one of them. You could feel the force of each of Sanzuâs thrusts bouncing your entire body against the metal chair, until you couldnât stay on any longer, ass falling off of the chair and you let out a scream of surprise, but Sanzu didnât let up.
He bent over slightly, still deep inside of you now as he let out several little grunts, a mixture of annoyance and pleasure as he felt your body squeeze around him. Your legs were still thrown over his shoulders as you tried to reach for the ground, your body suspended completely in the air with no good way of reaching the ground below you.Â
There was no way, was he really going to fuck you while you were upside, just like this ? You could feel the blood rushing to your head as you gasped and writhed around in his grip. You could hear some chuckling and something that sounded similar to a manâs moans that wasnât Sanzuâs all around you, but you could really only look up and see everyone, and finally you got a good idea of where everyone was around you.Â
The Haitanis were on either side of Sanzu, both looking down at your limp, hanging body as he fucked you like this. Ran was lazily stroking himself with his pants barely tugged off of his waist, while Rindou was still busy palming himself through his pants, clearly wanting to make himself wait as long as possible before he gave in and touched himself without anything in the way.Â
Takeomi was a little ways away to your left, his dick in his hand as he watched you squirm around in the air like the slut he thought you were.Â
Kakucho was a little ways away, his arms crossed as he watched the other Bonten guys touching you. Despite the expressionless look on his face, you know you saw a bulge in his pants that he had to be ignoring on purpose, and you wondered if he would even give himself a chance to indulge himself a little bit even if you asked him personally to join.Â
You had no idea where Mikey was, or Mochizuki for that matter. You were pretty sure that the latter was probably out taking care of those bodies for Sanzu, or didnât care enough to stay, he didnât seem like the type to touch people like this. Maybe he had no idea this was even happening and would be pissed if he knew he missed out on⊠whatever this is. You didnât know him well enough to really make any good decisions about him, or anyone for that matter.Â
Kokonoi walked up to you, the look on his face unreadable as he got close enough for you to grab onto him, and you did, digging your nails into the expensive red fabric of his long shirt to try to pull yourself up even somewhat. His hands reached up and held your lower back, straightening you out just slightly so you were face to face with his crotch, and you realized exactly what he wanted you to do.Â
â Open, â he demanded simply, letting you grab onto him as tight as you want to. You knew that he didnât mind being your anchor as long as you did as he asked, and you were in no position to deny orders from him, not like this.Â
He had his pants pulled down just enough for you that all you had to do was open your pretty mouth and let him slide himself in, and you found yourself almost eager to do so. You had known him for quite some time now, since before he let his hair grow out and bleached it. If there was anyone here that you could admit that you were secretly rather excited to touch, it would be Kokonoi.Â
Heâs not huge, which you were rather grateful for because you didnât want to struggle to take him when you knew that you couldnât really pull back. Kokonoi would be the one controlling how deep you took him and when you got a chance to breathe, like your body was no longer yours at this point. â
You were starting to believe that it wasnât.
Willingly opening your mouth for him, he almost looks proud as he pushed his hips forward into your mouth, letting you taste him for the first time. His dick was leaky, precum coating your tongue almost immediately, the taste sweet and salty at the same time. He looked like he took good care of himself, body hair well kept and he smelled really, really good compared to the faint scent of blood and gunpowder that youâve been smelling in the air this entire time.Â
He pushed himself completely into your throat, the column of your neck bulging as you took his entire length, and you had to grab at his shirt tighter to keep yourself from writhing around. Kokonoi seemed to understand that you were struggling for just a moment, rocking his hips back and forth to let you get used to the new intrusion.Â
It was hard to calm down your throat enough to properly take him with Sanzu still stuffing himself inside of your drenched cunt, like he didnât care if you were struggling with someone else and certainly wasnât going to stop himself because of it, and you couldnât help but mewl and moan around Kokonoiâs cock, drool from your lips dripping down your face into your hairline.Â
â Fuck, just like that, â Kokonoi whispered, his hands going down to grab you by your armpits to keep you up so you could free your hands up. With him holding onto your arms like he was, and Sanzu still having your legs on his shoulders, you were completely suspended in the air, the only thing holding you from falling being the mercy and pleasure of these men around you.Â
Your arms were limp in the air below you for a moment until a tender hand came to grab yours, almost immediately guiding your hand to his cock so you could stroke it.Â
â Come on, little girl, â Ran purred, his voice condescending as his hand tightened around yours for a moment, guiding your fist to stroke him the way he wanted you to. â Stroke me just like that, make me cum just like that. You can do it. âÂ
Rindou, of course, wasnât far behind him, finally having worked himself up to a point that he couldnât control himself any more and absolutely needed to feel your touch on his dick.Â
He unzipped his pants and shrugged them down to his knees, grabbing your other hand and guiding you the same way that his older brother had. â Nghhâ fuckâ â he mumbled under his breath, trying to keep his cool as he felt your fingers wrap around his cock almost on your own.Â
The two brothers hold your hands for a while, either one of them having their own preferred way of having you touch them. Ran preferred slower strokes, with your fingers tighter around him. He clearly enjoyed your hand on his dry cock, maybe the almost painful friction was something that he liked, although he did smear his precum around his tip and it very soon began to coat your hand in the thick seminal fluid.Â
Rindou wanted it much faster, and honestly preferred to buck his hips up to meet your hand instead of waiting for you properly. He spit on his dick to make sure the glide was nice and smooth for him, but honestly with how leaky his dick was, it wasnât even really needed.Â
You had thought Kokonoi had a lot of precum, but no, Rindou continuously leaked all over your hand and his, his grip on your hand barely anything as he jerked his hips up to meet your hand with each little movement, like he was trying to fuck into your hand.Â
Moans filled the entire warehouse as your entire body was being used, either your own or from several of the men. Surprising nobody, Ran was the most vocal, mumbling stuff under his breath about how good it probably felt to fuck your mouth or pussy if your hand felt this damn good.Â
Rindou made a little noise in agreement, but at this point he was so worked up that he was too focused on reaching that high more than anything else, devolved into nothing more but little moans as you fisted his cock for him.Â
â Youâre doing so good, â Kokonoi praised quietly through little moans of pleasure, his hips rocking forward and back. Your nose was pressed against his balls, throat bulging almost painfully.Â
You could barely breathe, and being upside down this entire time really didnât help you find your breath, either. Praise really wasnât something you were expecting in this situation, not with how cruel and mean these men have been to you this entire time, but Sanzu quickly squashed that, anyways.Â
â Good for nothinâ pocket pussy, â he grunted out in between thrusts, his hands grabbing at your waist now that you werenât half-way fighting against him holding your legs like he was. He squeezed your tummy tightly, feeling his fingers dig into the plushness of your body. â Shouldâve fucking known this is all she was good for. Runninâ her fucking mouth to the wrong people for us and being a hole for the right ones. âÂ
You didnât want to admit that his words got to you, your body clenching up just slightly at how fucking mean he was, but it did anyways. You moaned helplessly against Kokonoiâs cock, earning yourself a little grunt of approval from him.Â
â Shit, she likes it, â Ran muttered breathlessly, and you could feel his hand move from yours to trail down your body, fingers playing with your swollen and painfully ignored clit, making you gasp and whine in response. His hands really must love wandering, always on some part of you. First your sensitive tits, now your throbbing clit. â She really is a masochist forâ ah, fuckâ for this shit, huh ? âÂ
â Sheâs gotta be, â Kokonoi answered in total agreement, his grip on your arms almost painful.Â
You hadnât even realized that you were now fisting both of the brotherâs cocks on your own now without their assistance, although your own movements were messy and uncoordinated compared to when you were being guided. It wasnât exactly your fault, but it didnât seem like either guy really minded at this point in time, something that you were secretly grateful for.Â
Rindou didnât say anything as he fucked himself into your hand, desperate for just a little more, his eyes screwed shut as he lost himself in the pleasure. He was honestly making rather cute little noises, small desperate moans slipping from his lips with every little touch from you.Â
You were only vaguely aware of the other men in the room, of Kakucho and of Takeomi, until Takeomi slotted himself in between Ran and Sanzu on your side, dick pressed against your tit as he stroked himself close to you.Â
You could feel your nipple getting wet from precum as he moaned out from his own hand, his low voice honestly taking you back for a second because you werenât sure if youâd heard anything hotter than a man forgetting about where he was or who he was because of your body like that.Â
You figured that he was sleazy enough to enjoy this kind of stuff, probably enjoying watching you get used like a cumrag way more than you wanted to know about.Â
â Shit, this bitch.. â he groaned to himself, voice strained as his hand quickened its pace, needing just a little more before he reached his peak. You tried not to focus on it too much and instead keep your attention on the Haitanis and Kokonoi, and the incredible pleasure of Sanzu in between your legs like he was.Â
â Fuckinâ quickshot, â Sanzu chuckled, gripping your hips a little harder. You were almost frustrated with Takeomiâs position, because now Ran had moved his hand away from your clit to make room for him, but Rindou quickly replaced that position for him, almost desperate to touch your cunt for the first time himself.Â
Rubbing little circles against the sensitive little nub for you, his fingers were much faster and rushed than Ranâs, like he couldnât wait to see you come undone on Sanzuâs cock, something you found was rapidly approaching whether you cared to admit it or not.Â
At this point, you werenât even sure how many times you could possibly cum on one dick, but something inside of you told you that you were about to figure it out today. It all felt so good, every part of your body and nerves standing on end with every little bit of contact, like you were a hair trigger away from losing it all.Â
You couldnât tell if you were cumming on his dick with damn near every thrust, or if it just felt that good to be touched and used like this, like you were something precious to all of them and like something they could throw away at a momentâs notice at the same time.
You couldnât lie, not even to yourself, that you were enjoying this probably way, way too much. And that thought, somehow, scared you more than anything else today has.Â
Were you really that fucked up ? Really that masochistic ?Â
Feeling Sanzu so deep inside of your guts your belly bulged with the outline of his cock, and the painful stretch of your throat around Kokonoiâs, you knew the answer without having to say it.
Takeomi didnât answer Sanzuâs taunts, instead he just let out a loud groan as he finally came, the thick ropes of cum painting over both of your tits as he released everything heâd been holding in all over you.Â
â Fuckinâ whore⊠Thinkinâ sheâs some damn executive when all sheâs good for is this, â he hissed, speaking to you like you werenât there, like you really werenât anything but a set of holes to be used by these men in more powerful positions than you, more dangerous than you could honestly every hope to be.Â
â Yeah, yeah, but sheâs so cute, â Ran hummed in response, calling you cute for the hundredth time tonight, as Takeomi lingered, his hand coming up to play with your tits, smearing his own cum against your body.Â
â It was mikeyâs decision to make her an executive, maybe he knew we needed some kind of stress relief toy. He couldnât have picked a better one, shit. Your body really is perfect to be used like this, huh, doll ? Hm ? â Ran asked, as if you could possibly answer him back, something he knew you couldnât do with Kokonoiâs dick stuffed in your throat like it was.Â
You let out a little whimper against Kokonoiâs cock as Sanzu hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of you, his dick throbbing with need from having you like this for so long. He was finally back to being quiet, his eyes narrowed as his fingers dug into your hips again, each thrust getting sloppier and more desperate than the last.Â
It was clear that he was losing his composure, and quickly, and there wasnât much you could do but pick a god and pray to whoever probably wasnât listening to you anymore that he had the common decency to pull out.
Although, somewhere, a little inkling inside of you kind of hoped that he didnât, but you squashed that part of you down before you could even fully realize the actual desire in your mind. Its not like you were going to act on it, you werenât that stupid, but⊠that didnât stop the idea from being there regardless.Â
Rindouâs groans came from the back of his throat, his hips meeting your hand desperately as he reached that blissful ending too,Â
â Sh-shiiit, Iâm gonnaâ all over your pretty tits, gonnaâ fuckâ â his words were almost incomprehensible as he moaned and whimpered on your side, body shaking as he finally gave up on holding off as long as he possibly could, not when he was so worked up like this. It felt too good, way too good, for him to be able to edge himself for any longer.Â
â Fuck, fuckâ â Rindou gasped out quietly, and you found yourself trying to focus on your hand a little more to be able to bring him to that peak he was searching so hard for as fast as possible. You could feel his breathing quicken, until he stuttered almost to a complete stop, hips barely rocking against your hand as you felt his cock desperately pulse and throb in your hand.Â
The noises he let out were as close to heaven as you were pretty sure you were going to get tonight when he came, cum shooting out of his dick so hard it left Rindou momentarily dizzy and disorientated, only really able to squeeze his eyes shut and moan.Â
You could feel it as his cum hit your chest and slightly further down your tummy, the second load on your tits only covering them even further. You had a little part of you that couldnât help but think he was kind of cute like this, mouth panting little obscenities as he tried to calm himself down, hair stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead.
â Sheâs so fucking good at this, even with her attention split, â he groaned out, trying to catch his breath the best that he could moments after reaching his orgasm, â Now that sheâs an executive, we have to fuck her like this more often. Every Bonten meeting has to end like this, it just has to. âÂ
Rindou let your hand drop from his dick, definitely far too sensitive to want you to keep going, but his fingers never stopped rubbing quick little circles around your swollen clit, wanting to see you come undone just like he had moments ago.Â
Fuck, his fingers felt so good, especially in tandem with Sanzuâs thrusts into your sopping, desperate cunt.
â Shitâ sheâs squeezing me real fuckinâ tight, just like that, â Sanzu grunted out, his voice getting a little higher than it normally was. â Canâtâ fuck, canât stop now, gotta fuck this bitch so good she learns her place. Nothinâ more than a damn hole for me to use. â
â Fuck, yeah, butâ damn, youâre making it hard to hold back, huh, little lady ? â Ran teased, as you tensed up a little as you felt takeomiâs fingers tease your nipples, pulling at them slightly, flicking one of them with his fingers. He seemed mesmerized with your pretty tits, especially with them coated in cum like they were.Â
Kokonoiâs grip on your arms tightened a little, pressing his body against your mouth and forcing you to deepthroat him, your airways completely covered or plugged up.Â
You immediately started to kick one of your legs, hitting Sanzuâs shoulder repeatedly. You could feel the pressure in your chest build, the panic rising in you as your body started to fight back against not being able to breathe. Your throat clenched around him, drawing out an almost melodic moan from him. Even while you were struggling, he was still trying to draw as much pleasure from your body as he possibly could.
â Shit, let her breathe so she stops kickinâ me like this, damn, â Sanzu snapped at Kokonoi, which he only chuckled at before pulling back just slightly, enough for you to catch your breath without his cock in the way.Â
â Iâm sorry, I just couldnât help it. Her throat just bulges so nicely around my cock and she sounds so pretty when she gags like that, â Kokonoi reasoned as you choked and coughed, trying to catch your breath the best that you could.Â
It was the first time that you really had to come face to face with the very real reality that even if Kokonoi acts kinder than everyone else here, he most certainly was not actually kind, and was in this for his own pleasure as much as the Haitanis and Sanzu were.
Somehow, you werenât as surprised by that revelation, and once your breath was caught, you opened your mouth willingly for Kokonoi to take your throat once again, tongue flat and waiting for him, and he did so immediately without hesitation on his part. Even with tears in your eyes and a mix of drool and precum all over your face, you were still so damn eager for him, something that he found oddly charming in its own way, and so attractive at the same time.Â
â I trained this throat so good, hm ? â Kokonoi teased, although there really wasnât any bite to his words anymore, not with the way you were so obediently sucking him off like that, your throat bruised but still desperate for more from him.Â
â God, fuckâ â Ranâs voice cut through to your attention, and he grabbed your hand again, back to guiding your hand as you stroked him off.Â
â Stop stealing all her attention, dammit. She canât focus on me with you talking to her like that. â His free hand smacked your ass harshly, grabbing at the fat of it, causing you to moan out against Kokonoiâs cock. The harsh impact almost made you want to sob, tears that were already streaming down your face threatening to come out harder.Â
â Iâm almost there, just keep fuckinâ going, â you could tell from the venom in Ranâs words that he was mad at you for unintentionally edging him, forgetting about your hand and focusing your attention on throating Kokonoi.Â
Lucky for you, you didnât need to focus any of your attention on Sanzu, he was perfectly content with using your body like a fuck toy and nothing else, but if you stopped paying attention to your mouth, youâd start to gag and choke around Kokonoi again.Â
Ran alternated his hands really quickly, still guiding your hand on fisting his dick as if he didnât trust you to forget about him this time. Now with his other hand freed up, it found your throat, squeezing at it, pressing against where your throat was bulging with Kokonoiâs cock.Â
â If you wanna focus on sucking dick so much, let me help you, little lady, â he hissed, grip tightening slightly against your already bulging throat. You gagged, your bodyâs natural reflex wanting to kick in again, but you did your best to try to calm yourself down.Â
â Its okay, â Kokonoi soothed you after letting out a small chuckle, watching how you struggled to take him with Ranâs hand tightly around your throat. â Youâre okay. You can take it, yeah ? Just a little more like this, just for a bit. Heâs close, just gotta keep going until heâs done, okay ? Can you do that for him ? For me ? âÂ
Its not like you could possibly say no, but still somehow his words did manage to soothe a part of you, even just a little bit. Although you could barely breathe, and the pressure around your throat was making your already dizzy head get even more light, you tried to find a medium in between all of this.Â
Just a little more, just like that, exactly like Kokonoi said.Â
You choked again, your entire chest heaving slightly as you tried to calm yourself down, legs shaking on Sanzuâs shoulders. â Sheâs so fucking tight when sheâs getting choked out like a slut, â Sanzu hissed out loudly, â Keep going like this and youâll have all of us cumming with her, dammit. âÂ
â You get off on getting choked, yeah ? Not being able to breathe ? â Ran asked rhetorically, his hand that was guiding yours speeding up. He didnât move his hips to meet your hand like his younger brother did, but he was definitely biting back some noises, body tensing up underneath your touch more and more every moment. â I can feel your throat all tight and bulging, shit. Gonna cum, gonna cum, pretty girl. Just fuckinâ like that. Donât pass out on us, not yet. â
Ranâs grip on your hand tightened as he fucked himself with your hand, his patience running completely empty at this point. He was feeling so good that he didnât have it in him to drag this out any longer, although every part of him normally would want to. Something about the way you were writhing underneath him, letting him use your hand for his own pleasure to the point you didnât even fight back as he took your hand for himself, spurred him on more than he cared to admit out loud.Â
Shit, you really were so cute to him, someone he definitely could see himself fucking again and again just like this. If he could somehow convince Sanzu to give up his spot in between your thighs like that, heâd make sure that your cunt remembered the shape of his cock.Â
He threw his head back as he let out a low, quiet groan, finally shooting his cum all over your pretty tits. You felt yourself hiccup, trying not to heave again against Kokonoi as Ran finished, dragging the tip of his cock against one of your tits to get every last little drop on your perfect body.Â
Finally, after a few moments of him basking in the moment, he let go of your throat and your hand, his breath coming out in ragged little gasps as he looked over your body, painted with the cum of three men including himself. Rindou and Takeomi were right, every meeting had to end like this.Â
The world around you came back from going completely black as soon as his hand let go of your throat, able to suck in just enough air from your nose to keep yourself going for right now, even though it was difficult to breathe.Â
He wasnât the only one who was thinking the same thing, not by a long shot. Kokonoi was finally starting to lose his composure after staying so in control for the majority of the time, his chest rising and falling as he started to fuck your throat a little rougher than he previously was, the rocking of his hips that had been a slow, lazy pace getting faster and faster.
â Canât⊠Canât hold it back anymore, â he groaned, hips stuttering as he used your mouth, his balls slapping against your face with each movement. â Youâre so good, so fuckinâ good at sucking cock. I knew you were good with your mouth but damn.. â Kokonoiâs breath hitched in his throat, clearly unable to keep going for much longer either.Â
Your throat was so sore and bruised, your jaw hurt so badly a part of your mind was worried that it might be broken or bruised even though realistically you knew that wasnât the case. Youâd gagged so much that your tummy was in painful knots, the intrusion of his cock in your throat still causing your body to want to reject it, but it couldnât do that right now.Â
â Iâm gonna cum, â Kokonoi announced, one of his fingers tapping underneath your arm just a little bit as he tried to warn you for it, like he knew that you were just on the edge of it being too much for you and needing a break. Despite knowing that you were right there at that edge, he had no intention of pulling out and cumming on your body, instead deciding that he had to cum in your throat and make you swallow it to the best of your ability.Â
â Iâm gonna cum, okay ? You can swallow it for me like a good girl, yeah ? Youâve done so well so far, I know you can swallow it. âÂ
You knew you were helpless in this, you could feel that hopelessness permeating all through your body that there was nothing you could possibly do but take it and swallow it all.Â
Your eyes rolled back, body threatening unconsciousness. Despite the treatment of your body like an object, your poor cunt was soaked, Sanzuâs cock sliding in and out so easily as Kokonoi fucked your throat ruthlessly, holding nothing back anymore.Â
A loud groan escaped his plump lips as he finally let go, his cock twitching and throbbing as ropes of hot cum filled your mouth. You wanted to swallow it all as you gulped a few times, you really did, but your body was screaming at you that you were either going to spit it out or you were going to pass out.Â
It was a mix of not being able to breathe, being suspended in the air upside down, and being pushed past your breaking point that made the world around you threaten to go dark, fat tears streaming down to your hairline.Â
Kokonoi pulled out of your mouth just moments before you collapsed completely on him, and you picked your head up, coughing up the remaining cum that you couldnât manage to swallow on your chest.Â
He almost looked apologetic for a moment, like he almost felt bad for fucking you past your breaking point like that, but he didnât say anything about it, and the look was gone from his face relatively quickly when he realized that you were as fine as you could be in this situation, just a little lightheaded.Â
â Weâll work on you swallowing it all, okay ? â Kokonoi promised with a sly little smile on his face, still holding you up for Sanzu, picking you up just a little bit so your back could rest on his chest.Â
He was doing his best to soothe you while your body was still being used, trying to bring you back down from that experience of almost losing yourself there, but there really wasnât much he could do other than hold onto you.Â
You were really barely coherent, just sort of nodding along to whatever he was saying, your mind empty from most thoughts, eyes unfocused as you watched Sanzu pushed himself deep into your cunt like he had been for the last half hour now.Â
â You just be a good girl and take it for him. weâll discuss your performance afterwards, â Kokonoi pressed a small little kiss on your temple, the action itself painfully domestic and kind, and normally you wouldâve found yourself blushing a little bit at the act.
â Shit, you have no idea how good she feels, â Sanzuâs hands held your hips, strokes longer and more erratic. It was impossible to think like this, impossible to have a single coherent thought with how fucked out you were, your entire chest covered in cum now, including the tattoo which had luckily been bandaged up by Sanzu before this all started.Â
And still, despite being so fucked out, your poor hole completely abused and throbbing in both pleasure and pain, Sanzu kept going even through your haze, needing to reach his own high, and you were desperately crying out for him, your first words since you finally got your voice back pathetic little pleas for him.Â
â Pl-please, â you whimpered, hiccuping a little bit, your voice high and slightly scratchy from how bruised your throat was, â Please, Sanzu, please. âÂ
â Donât even know what youâ ah, fu-fuck, what youâre asking for anymore, do you ? â he sneered in your face, barely looking up from where your cunt was being stretched out around his cock and drooling for him to look at your face. â Gonna ask me to stop or keep going ? You want me to fuck you senseless, even more dumb than you already are, yeah ? Look at you, so fuckinâ pathetic. âÂ
â So fucking cute, â he groaned out immediately after, biting his bottom lip as his hips met yours. He barely pulled out before pushing himself back inside your warm, gooey cunt, his eyes practically rolling back at the feeling of your body clenching around him so tightly, like you never wanted to let him go. â So, so fuckinâ cute, stuffed with my cock just like this. âÂ
Sanzu had been talkative this entire time, sure, but he was never talkative like this, to the point where he couldnât shut up enough to catch his own breath, his voice ragged and broken, punctuated with moans and grunts from him. It was like he wasnât going to be able to stop now that he had started, fucking into you like a man possessed, like heâd never had pussy as good as yours before.Â
â Maybe takeomiâs bullshit was right, maybe you were made for just this. No fuckinâ thinkinâ, no workinâ, just being a good, tight hole for me. All fâme. Shit, shit. âÂ
â Sa- Sanzuâ Si- Sirâ â you sobbed out through quiet, mindless little moans, leaning your head against Kokonoiâs shoulder, breathing in the scent of whatever expensive cologne and body wash he usually used.Â
The pleasure in your lower tummy was too much, the only thing that you could feel in your otherwise numb and yet too sensitive body. You couldnât tell how many orgasms you had throughout this entire time, your brain to fuzzy to make sense of anything other than Sanzuâs body and Kokonoiâs presence. â Pl-pleaseâ âÂ
â Gonna give you what you want, â he snapped, glancing down at you, his eyes narrowed, his mouth opened to let out little groans, his eyebrows creased in his concentration on fucking you so good you forget everything except his name and your place underneath him as a cumdump.Â
â You want my cum, yeah ? Body already covered in it and youâre still so fuckinâ greedy. Maybe I should cum inside, just for a change. Have you completely covered and filled, inside and out. Shit, with the way your cuntâs squeezinâ me, I might actuallyâ âÂ
He couldnât finish his taunts, pulling out of you quickly right before his cock twitched against the fat of your pussy, cum shooting from his painfully red dick across your body from your navel to the base of your chin.Â
His grip on your waist loosened like heâd lost every muscle in his body, letting out a little groan as he finally reached that point. â So fuckinâ good, best pussy Iâve had, takinâ me like a goddamn pro or some shit like that. âÂ
You glanced down at your own body, mind sort of working down from your high as you saw just how covered you were in cum. There wasnât a part of you that they had missed, with your tits and chest getting the majority of it all. Finally, they were finally done, and you could breatheâŠÂ
You laid your head back against Kokonoiâs shoulder and closed your eyes, exhaustion wanting to take over your body, but you knew somewhere in the back of your mind that you couldnât go to sleep just yet, there was more you had to do right now.Â
Kokonoi brought you over to that metal chair you had mostly forgotten about, sitting you down in it. Your body slumped over it, head lolled back as you tried to catch your breath.Â
â Mikey, sheâs done, â Kokonoi called out finally, voice not directed at you anymore and far colder than youâd heard him talk previously.Â
He pulled away from your body, falling in line with the other executives as Mikey stood up from where he was sitting facing towards the exit, walking over to you.Â
You were only vaguely aware of each one of his footsteps, even though they echoed off of the walls like everything else had. You were only sort of aware of everything, like the entire world was spinning and blurry around you, and you couldnât focus on a single thing. You were pretty sure you were swaying, your head leaning heavily to once side, your mouth still hanging open as you panted for some air.
There was a long, drawn out silence as Mikey stared at your fucked out body, his expression unreadable, although you werenât looking anymore. Your eyes were closed, and you were trying to bring yourself back down from everything that had happened, but you were in the clouds, and coming down was a lot easier said than done.Â
There was something in the look in his eyes, like seeing you like this unlocked something darker inside of him, scratching at a more taboo itch than he was used to dealing with.Â
He looked at the tattoo, the clear bandage on top of it covered with cum, spit, and sweat now, his expression unreadable. For a second, you might even accidentally think you see a hint of light in his eyes, but it's just the way the fluorescent lights of the warehouse reflected in his abyss.
You heard him ask something, something about whether or not you would like working as an executive. Something probably about your new position that you had been given, but you couldnât make out the words, nodding along no matter what he had actually said.Â
Your body and your brain were disconnected, leaving you somewhere in between the two states of absolute oblivion and being conscious and aware of your surroundings.Â
â Go at her again if you want, â Mikey said finally, turning away from you after a moment of staring. â Sheâll be fine. âÂ
The permission was so simple, but it only took a few moments before a pair of hands found your tits, eliciting a pitifully quiet little whine of pleasure from your lips as whoever it was pulled at your nipples and smearing the cum all over your chest a little more. you blinked your eyes open for just a moment, barely there anymore as you saw the gazes staring back at you, ready to make use of your body one more time for the night.Â
Away from you, Kakuchoâs ever watchful gaze stared at you, keeping his eyes on how you responded to each of the touches, even though you were somewhere far away right now. He clenched his hands to his side, internally fighting a war with himself on whether or not he wanted to join or not. Itâd been way, way too long since he last got his dick wet.
Was this really your life now ? You took that step into this warehouse, and now you could never go back to where you had been before. You were an executive of Bonten, the tattoo on your skin a permanent reminder of exactly who you were, of exactly all you would ever be in this life.Â
You were good at listening to orders. one of the best, in fact. It was more than just rare for you to mess up a direct order given to you by one of the executives that surrounded you, and that made you the perfect pawn. You could be molded into anything they needed at the time, the perfect canvas for white to cover your body.Â
Innocent wasn't exactly the word, it was more like naive, and belligerently hopeful, even when you faced the worst. It was like you couldn't really see the world around you, not completely anyways.
Orders were orders, something that you were more aware of than the average person around you. If you were given an order, you did it without question.Â
The tight black collar around your neck was the perfect little symbol for your status as one of the best. You didnât have the key to it, and you werenât entirely sure which one of them did, either. Although if you had to guess, your money was on Mikey or Sanzu. But its not like you really wanted to have the key either, not really.Â
You walked down the street, the night air cold but not uncomfortable, and the sky was clear tonight, gun strapped to your thigh and not even attempted to be concealed.Â
Your orders were simple today, and a part of you was pretty sure you wouldnât even need to use your gun, not like you ever have. Youâd had to pull it out a couple of times, sure, but youâd never had the need to pull out your gun before and take someoneâs lives.Â
That didnât mean you didnât have blood on your hands. You sent people to the executionerâs block several times over, like you were probably going to do today.Â
Some stupid old man was causing trouble at one of the clubs the Haitani brothers owned, and you had reason to suspect that he was faking his connection with Bonten to get into a club meant for members only.Â
How he was doing that, you didnât know, because you were at least sort of aware of anyone and everyone within the upper ranks, often combing through their names and identities to sniff out people when needed.Â
You didnât have to show any proof of your identity at the door, the people there already knew not to ask questions your way, anyways. You pushed yourself through the door and into the loud club, the music so loud that it made your eardrums vibrate painfully in your ears.Â
As usual, it was packed, with some people whispering in secrecy about whatever deal they were trying to make, others trying to get an easy lay from some of the girls there, and a few people there to drown out the horrors that came with the job with alcohol.Â
Sure enough, at the bar, there was a sleazy old man leaning against the counter, leering at some lady, and you couldnât recognize him. Whether or not that was the right guy, it was a start.Â
Now all you really had to do was strike up a conversation, although that wasnât something that you found yourself eager to do. Entertaining men like that usually meant that you had to act a certain way to get any good information out of him.Â
Your heels hit the floor with each step you took as you made your way to the bar with a small, deceiving little smile on your face. You wrapped an arm around the girl like you knew her personally, â Hi ! Sorin, itâs so good to see you again ! I missed you so much since you were away with your kids for the weekend. How are you ? âÂ
The womanâs eyes widened immediately, a reaction you expected from her, considering you werenât supposed to actually know who she was, but it came with the job. â Howâ how did you..? âÂ
â How did I spot you in the crowd ? Silly, your hair is so pretty, I could spot it from a mile away, â you responded quickly before she could stutter out her actual question, effectively shutting her up before she could give you away. This isnât the first time youâve had to play like this, and it wouldnât be the last, but there was something slightly entertaining about being able to read normal people so easily, like you could see right through them.Â
And in a way, you could.Â
You glanced at the man, finally bringing your attention back to him now that Sorin was finally satiated for a moment, â Whoâs the guy, Sorin ? Heâs kind of handsome, in a⊠unique sort of way, you know ? âÂ
â Shikichi Aoyama, at your service, â he introduced himself, flashing you a mildly disgusting grin, clearly not taking very good care of himself. If the entire club hadnât smelled like sex and alcohol and masked most other scents, you were sure his breath reeked.
â Shikichi Aoyama⊠What a handsome name, â you hummed as you pulled away from Sorin to let her gather her things and leave.Â
You looked him up and down, wondering if he knew that you were aware that he lied directly to you. Shikichi was dead, you sent him to Sanzu personally last week for trying to siphon money from Bontenâs pockets into his own, you were sure about that. After all, you had been there to witness it go down.Â
So if Shikichi was dead, but this guy was claiming he was him, who was the guy in front of you ? Looks like you did find the guy on your first try after all, something that you were silently glad about because if you had to talk to this guy for no reason, you were going to be grouchy about it for a little while.Â
â What are you doing here tonight ? Looking for a drink ? âÂ
You hummed, pretending to think for a second before nodding, â Yeah, I could use a drink or two tonight. Itâs been a long night so far, and I have an even longer night ahead of me after I leave the club. âÂ
You werenât lying, not this time. You had a sneaking suspicion about what kind of night it was going to be, and you were sure you werenât going to be getting too much sleep. After all, you had a meeting to go to pretty soon.
â Aw, you poor thing, â he turned away from you, flagging down a bartender to order some drinks for the two of you. While he looked away, you couldnât stop yourself from rolling your eyes, only to spot two figures approaching from the corner of your eyes, and you mentally sighed with relief.Â
â Hey, little lady, â one of the voices called, his tone dripping with false saccharine sweetness as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side, something that you didnât fight back.Â
â This the guy ? â the other guy asked, glancing from you to the man in front of you, who was now trying to piece together what had happened in his head, still not recognizing the two men by your side just yet. i
It was something you found almost comical, because you knew what was going to happen next. This never failed to be a fun little watch, especially when you were expected to finish this up relatively quickly so you could make it to the warehouse on time.
â Who the fuck are you two ? âÂ
Ah, well, maybe you and the three of you would just have to be late for the meeting today, but it wasnât going to be a big deal.Â
You reached out and grabbed the drink that the bartender handed out, shooting it back as you settled into the bar stool that Sorin had been sitting on previously.Â
Whatever drink this was, it tasted like ass, mixed with the cheapest vodka the club sold and probably club soda if you had to make your best guess, and you found yourself annoyed that this guy thought he really could woo you with whatever shit concoction this was.Â
â Damn, looks like you pissed her off, huh ? â Rindou laughed a little as you made a face at the drink, sitting it down on the marble bartop. â If youâre gonna buy a girl a drink, you have to at least make sure you know what she likes. And her tastes are a little more expensive than whatever you just gave her. âÂ
Ran took one look at you and flagged down the bartender again. He didnât need to say anything else or order, his go-to drink was already typically memorized by most of the bartenders, just like your identities. It was his bar, after all, so he could be a little difficult with their rules if he wanted to be.Â
â I said, who the fuck are you ? â The guy asked, standing up from his spot at the bar, clearly ready to start an altercation, one that he probably wasnât ready to finish. â Donât start giving me advice on girls, you donât know shit. â
â Mm, and you do ? â Rindouâs voice was a sneer, laughing at him and just making the situation heat up even more.Â
You wondered briefly if he was ever going to notice the gun strapped to your thigh, or Ranâs, or Rindouâs. All three of you were ready to go at a moment, although you would admittedly be a little slower pulling the trigger than the other two, something you werenât afraid to admit.Â
Kakucho was right, you were better as an informant than with the gun, but that didnât stop you from having one if you needed it anyways.Â
â I know more than you. âÂ
You couldnât help but scoff a little at his words, wondering if he realized how idiotic he sounded, or if the alcohol was making him think that he was the coolest person in the entire club tonight.Â
It was almost really, really funny how easily either one of the Haitani brothers could rile someone up if given the opportunity to have some fun with someone, and you couldnât help but almost admire how they moved through life with such charisma that they practically dripped it. Nothing could phase them, nothing at all, it seemed.Â
Other than a kiss from you, but that was neither here nor there at the moment. You knew that, you just simply didnât say anything about it. Some things were better as a secret than they were spoken out loud, and you were pretty damn good at keeping secrets for people, especially your fellow executives.Â
â Yeah ? You know shit about girls ? â Ran hummed, leaning forward to look at the man, getting right up into his face to look directly at him. â You know anything at all ? You sure ? I donât really believe you. Sorry, man. âÂ
You almost snorted out in laughter, instead focusing your attention on thanking the bartender for the drinks that he had made for you. You passed one to Ran, and one to Rindou, keeping the other one for yourself and taking a sip of it through the tiny little straws. It was fruity, with more cherry grenadine than anything else.Â
Ran turned to you, taking a sip out of his own drink and giving you a smile, â Like it, pretty girl ? âÂ
â Yeah, thanks, â you nodded, sipping on your little drink as you looked up between the two Haitanis and the man, â Youâre the best, ran. âÂ
â âŠRan ? â The man repeated, eyebrows creasing together as he tried to figure out how in the world that name was so familiar.Â
But before he could use all of his brain to figure it out, a gunshot rang out and his head hit the table, body slumping to the ground. The club was only shocked for a few minutes, more stunned at the noise of the gunshot than the actual shot itself, most people turning to look at the assailant behind you.Â
â Youâre late, â Sanzu hissed out simply, crossing his arms as he made his way towards the three of you. â Was that the guy or did you just make me kill some other asshole ? âÂ
Youâd think youâd be used to Sanzuâs temper by now, but you werenât, not by a long shot. Still, you nodded once again, knowing that your time in the club was almost coming to a close, â Yeah, that was the guy, you got him. â
Standing up, you stretched, taking the glass with you as you looked over at the three of them. Sanzu was in a bad mood, and the Haitanis were clearly in playful, teasing ones. Tonight really would be a long night, and the thought made you mentally sigh out a little bit, although a much larger part of you couldnât hide the excitement about what was to come.Â
Sanzuâs hand reached out, finger finding the metal loop of the black collar, pulling you towards him. You let out a little noise at the sudden act, shoulders stiffening slightly out of reflex. â Letâs fucking go then, we donât have time to wait all day. if Mikey gets mad itâs on you. âÂ
â Chill, we solved the mission she came here to do, Mikey wonât get mad. The person we should really be worried about is Koko, â Rindou pointed out, but he followed behind you anyways. there was a hand on your lower back, and another one on your shoulder, and both were already beginning to roam your body, despite not even being outside of the club yet.Â
Yeah, this was going to be a long night, but you found yourself almost skipping along behind Sanzu, following his guiding hand straight into hell.Â
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enough for you
wanda maximoff x fem!reader, natasha romanoff x fem!reader
summary: in which your girlfriend natasha makes you feel like you're never enough. (based off enough for you by olivia rodrigo)
word count: 2069
tags: angst, toxic relationship, insecurity, arguments, cheating, reader feels unloved (and unworthy of love), poor reader can never catch a break, cryptic mention of reader's mother being dead, self- hatred, reader's so sad, nat sucks (like a lot), but wanda comes through at the end like she always does and they have a little meet-cute :), i wrote this in one sitting while listening to enough for you on a loop
part two: so american
You sigh as you try to do your makeup in your mirror as flawlessly as possible. Every blemish or mark on your face needed to be covered up so you could look perfect for Nat. You were desperate to measure up to the gorgeous women Nat has dated before you and for that, you needed to look absolutely pristine.
In the past year, youâve done so many new things you werenât fond of just for Nat to like you. From nearly destroying every single muscle in your body at the gym just to measure up to her rigorous exercise routine, all the way to learning how to cook and bake every single one of her favorite foods until it was all you two ever ate despite your dislike for the majority of her preferred meals, youâve tried so hard to be everything that Nat liked so she wouldnât get sick of you.Â
You frown slightly, Nat has never once acknowledged your kind gestures and actions, nor reciprocated them.Â
âIâm just not the compliment type, Y/N, just drop it,â she had told you one time when you had confronted her on why she never acknowledged your efforts.Â
You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded wordlessly.Â
***
âI made you your coffee,â you told Nat as she entered the kitchen in the morning. 2 creams, no sugar, just how you like it.Â
Nat nodded and took the mug from you, sitting down at the table and barely paying any attention to your gesture.Â
Clearing your throat, you tell her, âI also got up early this morning to buy tickets for us to go to that band I know youâve been wanting to go to for a while.â You cross your fingers behind your back, hoping for her to tell you youâre good enough for her just this once.Â
âSorry, babe, Carol already got them for me,â she responds, your heart falling to your stomach. Putting her empty mug in the sink, she plants a kiss on your lips. âBesides, you donât even know the lyrics to their songs.â She leaves you on your own in the kitchen.Â
I know all of them by heart because of you.Â
***
âHey, Y/N?â Nat asks you one night on the couch.Â
âYeah?â you respond, turning to face your girlfriend.Â
âI donât really feel like myself these days.â Nat pauses. âDo you know what might help?â Despite the content of her question, you still smile, because this was your chance. This was your chance to show her that you might truly be worth loving.Â
âFirst, Iâm always here if you need to talk,â you say softly, but Nat makes no sound of acknowledgment next to you. âAnd second, make your own decisions you believe will be beneficial to you, just for yourself, and do the things that bring you fulfillment,â you explain.Â
Nat finally turns and looks at you thoughtfully. âHow did you figure that one out?âÂ
âI read your self-help books,â you reply sheepishly. I read all of them.Â
âWow, youâre pretty smart,â Nat replies, going back to the movie the two of you were watching together.Â
And you smile for the rest of the night because thatâs the first compliment Nat has given you since you first started dating a year ago.Â
***
You and Nat had a fight. It isnât the first time, but itâs the first time itâs hurt you this much as you truly take in your current reality.Â
Youâre crying in your shared room, Nat leaving you to go out for drinks you assume.Â
Earlier tonight, you made the stupid mistake of asking why she was never there for you, it was during the heat of the moment, but your outrage felt justified due to the fact that she missed your award ceremony for your article in medical research (the third time this year sheâs missed one of them but you did your best to forgive her before this), and she had simply scoffed at you telling you that it wasnât even a big deal anyways.Â
But this one was a big deal to you.Â
It was research that could have saved your mother.Â
âI nearly get killed every time I go out on the job, Y/N! Some stupid neuroscience article is nothing compared to that!â she yelled at you, exhausted from her day at work.Â
Your eyes flooded with hurt as Natâs filled with regret.Â
âWait, Iâm sorry,â she said remorsefully.Â
The first sign of remorse sheâs ever shown you.Â
âItâs fine, Nat,â you reply, trying to keep your tears at bay. You werenât even in neuro, but that didnât matter. Not to her. âJust go out, like you wanted.â You wave her off to go upstairs to your room.Â
âY/N, wait-âÂ
You didnât listen, shutting the door before collapsing to your knees as you started to sob.Â
Stupid, emotional, and obsessive. That was what you were.Â
***
Nat has been home late for the past few nights, your worry increasing with each passing day. Itâs probably something to do with work, but something feels off.Â
âWhere were you?â you ask Nat as she enters the front door. âI was worried sick.â
âIâm fine, Y/N. I just got held up at work,â Nat doesnât make eye contact with you.Â
âOh, okay,â you say softly, feeling oddly small compared to your girlfriend. âCouldnât you have called?âÂ
âFor godâs sake, Y/N, my phone was dead. God, youâre so clingy,â Nat bites back, walking past you to go straight up to your room and slamming the door.Â
You sigh, heading for the guest room since you know Nat wonât let you sleep next to her tonight.Â
Suddenly, you hear Natâs phone go off. And you realize that she had left it by the front door.Â
Picking it up, you notice, that itâs at nearly full charge.Â
Your brows furrow as you see the message your girlfriend received.Â
Carol: Had a great time tonight, Nat.Â
You donât stop crying until the sun rises, one phrase ringing through your head the whole night.Â
What are you doing wrong?Â
***
âAm I not as interesting as the girls sheâs dated before me?â you cry to Yelena as she rubs your back in comfort.Â
âMy sister is an idiot,â Yelena mutters, seeing how your relationship with Nat is tearing you apart.Â
âWhat?â you choke out through your tears.Â
âI think you love her more than anyone sheâs ever had, and she couldnât care less.âÂ
âSheâs breaking my heart, Lena,â you sniffle. âBut more than that, sheâs breaking me.âÂ
You cry harder into your best friendâs arms.
âI donât know who I am anymore,â you sob into her shoulder. Â
***
âWhere were you?â you ask Nat as she comes home past midnight once again.Â
âI was at the compound, we had a villain that got out so we had to take care of him.âÂ
You nod, but Tony already sent you the camera footage for tonight after you told him about your issues with your girlfriend and you know she was with Carol.Â
âAre you sure?â you inquired.Â
âYes, Y/N,â Nat says exasperated. âFor godâs sake, why are you never satisfied with whatever I do?â she says walking past you.Â
âI donât think thatâs true,â you tell Nat from behind her.Â
âWhat?â she says, turning around to face you.Â
âYouâre never satisfied with me,â you state. âThe only thing Iâve ever wanted is to be good enough for you, but nothing I ever do for you seems to make you happy.âÂ
Nat scoffs. âThatâs ridiculous.âÂ
âI know you were with Carol tonight,â you reveal.Â
âNo, I wasnât,â she denies.Â
âTony sent me the footage, I know there was no villain. I know youâre cheating on me, and I know that you never cared about me,â you state.Â
âFine, whatever, Iâm going to bed,â Nat says, completely disregarding you and everything sheâs done to destroy the person you once were.Â
âWeâre done, Nat,â you tell her as she walks up the stairs to your once-shared room.Â
Nat waves you off like youâve never meant anything to her.Â
And maybe you never did.Â
***
âI loved her so much, I still do, and all she did was use me, then throw me away like I meant nothing to her,â you tell Yelena at the drink bar. Nat was away on a mission, so Yelena thought it might be fun for you to join her at one of the Avengers parties.Â
âDonât worry Y/N,â Yelena tells you. âI could tell her to apologize to you, but clearly sheâs got some issues to figure out within herself before she can resolve any outside.âÂ
You nod wordlessly.Â
What Yelena says then surprises you, âBut honestly? She should be the one feeling sorry for herself.â You look at her curiously. âSomeday, there will be someone out there who will love you as deeply as you love them.âÂ
âI donât know, Lena,â you say softly. âNat was everything to me.âÂ
âSomeday, Y/N, youâll be everything to somebody else.âÂ
***
1 year later
Youâre running late for work, rushing out the door of the coffee shop, and you donât notice the fact that youâve bumped into someone until your coffee spills all over the floor, making you gasp.Â
âOh, my god, Iâm so sorry,â you tell the figure in front of you, and suddenly you freeze, at the sight of her glimmering emerald green eyes. Like Natâs, but eternally softer. Eternally more curious.Â
âOh, no worries,â she says with a smile, pulling a few napkins out of her purse.Â
âI didnât spill any on you, did I?â you ask the woman, your mind a mess due to your embarrassment at spilling your coffee, but still quite fuzzy at the sight of her undeniable beauty.Â
If you werenât so much of a useless homosexual, you would bend down and help her clean the coffee sheâs currently wiping away. Much like how sheâs wiping away your ability to form any sort of cohesive thought.Â
âNo, Iâm ok,â she laughs, standing up once more once all the coffeeâs gone. âCâmon, let me buy you a new one.âÂ
Your eyes widen. âOh, no, itâs not a big deal. Besides, itâs completely my fault for bumping into you-âÂ
âI want to,â she cuts off with a soft smile.Â
âOh,â you say softly. âOkay,â you finally resign to the comforting look she gives you. Â
âLet me just make a quick phone call,â you let her know, hoping she doesnât leave.Â
âTake your time,â she assures.Â
You smile gratefully.Â
Your phone call was to call in sick to work for the second time in your life âyou didnât have a busy day today and you were running late anywaysâ and it was all to spend time with a pretty girl. Â
On any other day youâd probably laugh at how pathetic you were, but this woman made you feel an odd sense of uncertainty within your life.Â
Like nothing had ever made sense before her.Â
Once you hang up the phone, you turn to see the woman already standing there, a white to-go coffee cup with a bit of steam escaping the spout.Â
âHereâs your coffee,â the woman hands you the cup with a big smile as you pocket your phone. You inspect the label, your mouth parting slightly in shock once you see all of your preferred customizations. Done perfectly.Â
âHow do you know my coffee order?â you ask.Â
âI took the label off the old one,â she says, showing you the sticker in the palm of her hand. âWant to sit?â She points to the array of round tables within the cafe. Â
âI donât even know you,â you say slowly. I called in sick to work for you, itâs a little too late for that.Â
The brunette woman laughs before holding out her hand for you to shake. âHi, Iâm Wanda,â she says.Â
âY/N,â you respond, shaking her outstretched hand as your face flushes slightly at its softness.Â
âSee? Now we know each other,â Wanda says cheekily.Â
You nod with a shy smile, following her to the table in the back as the two of you settle down into a small conversation.Â
Somehow, the two of you spend the rest of the day talking and laughing, and you think it might be the best day of your life.Â
Little do you know, Wanda thinks so too.
part two: so american
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