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hurt me on purpose just to take care of me ♡

✰ hypnotic dreams

the devils month - day one

featuring: nagi seishiro x f!reader

summary: you planned a night out to the casino with nagi and reo. but of course, your boyfriend has other plans...

tags: smut, p in v, thigh fucking, manhandling, petname (angel)

wc: 1.3k

nagi lays in bed, his body half-draped in blankets, watching you lazily move around the room as you get yourself all dressed up for tonight. it's been days since reo told you about the casino night he booked for the three of you, and you haven't shut up about it since. you wanted tonight to be perfect, going as far as to plan your outfit down to the last detail. but nagi? he barely stirs. he’s still half asleep, sprawled out, barely interested in anything other than the glow of his phone screen.

you’ve got one leg in your dress when you glance over and catch his sleepy gaze fixed on you, one brow slightly raised as if he’s amused by your efforts. “you’re not even going to get up?” you ask, teasingly annoyed. "reo’s picking us up in like two hours.”

nagi lets out a low groan, stretching his long limbs out. “mm... do we have to?” his voice is lazy, trailing off like he’s already forgotten what the night’s even about. he’s watching you, though, that slight gleam in his eyes telling you he’s up to something.

you laugh softly, shaking your head. "reo will kill us if we bail."

but before you can turn back to the mirror to finish dressing, nagi shifts suddenly, faster than you expected. his hand wraps around your wrist as he's tugging you closer to the bed. “c’mere.”

“nagi, what—” you let out an attempt at a protest, but it’s useless. his grip is firm and controlling, as he pulls you down onto the mattress beside him with little effort. you barely have time to react before he’s rolling over, pressing his larger body down on you against the bed as his lips find yours in a lazy, heated kiss. it’s not rushed, not urgent, but slow and deliberate—like he has all the time in the world.

his hand drifts down, fingers sliding over the soft fabric of your half-done dress. you let out a surprised gasp when he hooks his arm around your waist, flipping you over onto your back with ease. his strength catching you off guard, especially when he’s so gentle about it. the next moment, his weight is pressing you down into the mattress, his knee nudging your thighs apart as he grinds lazily against your leg.

“nagi…” you whisper, breathless against his lips. “we… we really need to get ready.”

“mm,” he hums against your mouth, barely paying attention, his large hands gripping your hips tighter, pulling you closer beneath him. “i'll be quick.”

he’s not asking permission anymore. nagi’s always been a bit possessive, especially when he’s in one of these moods. you can feel the subtle shift in him—his usual laziness replaced by a heated desire. he shifts his hips, his hard cock rubbing against your inner thigh, and you shiver at the sensation, biting your lip.

without another word, he moves, adjusting you like it’s nothing. his hand slithers under your thigh, lifting it with ease to rest against his waist. you’re completely at his mercy, the weight of him pinning you down as he rocks his hips, letting his cock glide along the inside of your thigh. the friction is intoxicating, sending jolts of pleasure through your body with each lazy thrust.

“always in such a rush…” nagi mutters against your skin, lips brushing your neck. his hands tighten on your hips as he holds you in place, controlling every movement, every subtle shift of your body. he thrusts again, harder this time, the slick of your arousal making the slide of his cock all the more delicious. “slow down, angel.”

his hand trails down your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh, squeezing you possessively as he grinds harder against you. you arch your back, pressing closer to him, your breath coming in ragged gasps. he’s toying with you, teasing you with each slow, deliberate movement, dragging out the anticipation until your body is trembling beneath him.

“nagi,” you moan softly, your hands gripping the sheets, trying to ground yourself. but he’s relentless, his grip tightening on your hips as he thrusts again, his cock slipping between your slick folds. the pressure is overwhelming, each slow thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.

“feel so good like this,” nagi murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he leans down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “so soft... you're so perfect f’me, letting me do whatever i want…”

you feel a shiver travel down your spine at his words, and you whimper, your body arching towards him, needy for more. but nagi pace is slow, torturously slow, his movements lazy yet full of purpose, trying to savour every second.

“gonna make you late,” he mutters with a smirk playing on his lips as he presses you harder into the soft mattress. he grips your hips tightly as he rocks against you. “but that’s okay, right?”

you try to respond, but to no avail—your voice catches in your throat, your body trembling beneath him as the pleasure builds. you’re so close, so desperate, it's obvious to him. he’s pushing you to your limits as his fingers dig into your skin while he grinds against you, his cock slick with your arousal as he thrusts harder.

he’s slow as he deliberately slides his cock between your thighs with force that makes you whimper. his hips shift in a slow, lazy rhythm, dragging himself along your slick folds. the friction, especially as his cock brushes past your clit, sends jolts of pleasure up your spine. he seems to enjoy the way your body responds to the sensation—the subtle jerk of your hips, the way you bite your lip—needy for more. each time the head of his cock grazes your swollen clit, you can’t help the soft gasp that escapes you. it’s torturous, the way he presses his length against you without fully giving in, teasing you as his cock slips between your thighs again and again, building the heat inside you to a fever pitch.

suddenly, he thrusts harder between your legs, the slick sound of his cock sliding between your thighs louder now, more desperate. he grinds against you in a rhythm that makes you ache for him to enter you. you arch your back, feeling his thick length press against your clit in just the right way, sending you closer to the edge with each maddening thrust.

and then, without warning, he stops.

“n-nagi,” you gasp, your body aching for him. “please…”

he chuckles softly, his breath is warm against your neck as he leans down, his lips brushing your skin. “s’needy,” he teases, his voice low as he pushes his hips against yours, his tip nudging itself between your thighs. he lets it slip against your slick entrance, just enough to tease you, but not going further. his hand trails towards your ass before kneading the soft flesh. “so pretty when you beg f’me.”

you’re trembling beneath him, desperate for release, but he waits. his cock presses against you again, prodding lightly, but still, he does nothing. his fingers trail lazily over your skin, not giving you what you crave until you whimper, your voice barely a whisper, “please, nagi… i need you… need you so bad…”

the moment he hears those words, he finally thrusts inside you, filling you completely in one slow, painful stroke. the sensation is overwhelming, making your body arch against him in pure bliss, earning a loud moan from your throat.

“good girl,” nagi murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction as he begins to move again, slow and steady, his hands gripping your hips as he sets a pace that leaves you breathless. “just relax… gonna take care of you.”

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Taylor Swift in 2021

sex tape.

━━━━━━━━ his dick, your mouth, infinite will power + a camera.

pairing: eren x fem!reader (college au)

summary: eren accidentally turned in his and reader's sex tape as his final project for the semester. good thing she's down for making a new one.

word count: 4.4k

warnings: filming, sex tapes, mentions of masturbation, oral sex (male receiving), blow job, closet sex, profanity, hand job, nipple play, deep-throating, gagging, overall nsfw themes.

a/n: my sincerest apologies to my family and underage readers but I just had to write this.

---

You hear him come in the door of your shared apartment, but pay him no mind, content to keep your thought processes flowing on your final paper, fingers flying across the keyboard.

"Darling?" Your brow furrows. Just a little bit more. “Babe?” One more sentence. And…done! Just in time for Eren to poke his head into the kitchen, eyes sweeping over the room before turning around to continue on his way, realizing you were, indeed, in there and doing an about-face back into the room. “You didn’t hear me calling you?”

“I was trying to finish this section before I lost my train of thought,” you murmured watching the little bar circle at the top as it saved. Tilting your head back, you gladly accepted Eren’s greeting kiss when he came to stand over your shoulder.

“How much more do you have left?” His eyes roamed the screen as if he would immediately know what he was reading.

“It’s halfway done and only eight more sources to find. Most final papers are ten pages altogether. I don’t see why this man had to double it. It’s not like we’re writing our dissertations yet.”

“Maybe it’s meant to be a start to them. Do all the research a semester early?”

“Unless all the upperclassmen are keeping it a secret for some unknown reason, I don’t see that being the end to this means, but whatever. I’ll just be glad to be done. What did you need?” Twisting to look at him over your shoulder, your eyes narrowed when you saw his expression.

“So, I have to tell you something.”

“What did you do now, Eren?” He frowns as he sits across from you.

“Why do you assume I’ve done something?”

“What did you do, Eren?”

“I also resent that you’re saying it as if I’m always getting into trouble.”

“What. Did. You. Do. Eren?” Your eyes narrow further to push him into admitting it. Seems like he’s gotten a little too comfortable with your threatening look if you had to ask him three times. It’s either that or ignore him which he hates, but either way, he was going to tell you.

“Fine! But don’t be mad, okay?”

“No promises.”

“Then trust I’m going to fix it.”

“Okay.”

“Or try my best to, but it’s not looking too good.”

“You are not helping yourself, Eren. Just spill the beans before my anxiety spikes any higher.”

“Okay, so you remember two weeks ago when we made that uh – that sex tape?” How could you forget? That had been a good – nah great night. Your cheeks were heating up just thinking about the way his rough hands gripped your ass, splayed on your back, yanked at your hair. “I’ll take your glossy expression as a yes. Well, funny story, and I’ll just cut to the chase here so you can go ahead and kill me. It would be no greater honor than to go by your hands, my love, but I might have accidentally turned it in to my professor as my final presentation.” After the words spill out, Eren waits with squeezed shut eyes, bracing for a hit. Not that you make a habit of hitting him, or hit him at all really, but of all his fuck-ups, surely this one takes the cake and will be your final straw.

“So it’s not great, but we can just go ask to exchange the flash drives. I assume that’s how you turned it in. While we’re at it, who saves a sex tape on a flash drive. What were you going to do with it?”

“I just wanted to back it up because you never know what might happen. Also, I couldn’t work knowing it was just sitting there on my laptop. I already had to stop twice, and I needed to get my presentation done, so I saved it to the drive, put that in my desk drawer, and deleted the original.”

“I haven’t even gotten a copy, but you got to masturbate to it twice – at least twice,” you pouted.

“I didn’t mean to the first time. I was just trying to transfer it from the camera and you just looked so pretty staring right at me through the screen and your soft moans just started getting to me and the way your ti–"

“I get it. Come on. Let’s go get our tape back. Then you can give me a copy. And we can watch it together, maybe recreate it. After I finish my paper, of course.” He would love that. Really, he would have.

“Yeah, that’s where things get difficult.”

“Why?” You got up, stacking scattered papers and shutting the laptop lid.

“Because it was for Professor Levi…” You froze, gaze slowly drifting up to his. Now you understood. Professor Levi was by far the strictest man on the campus. A complete ass to his students just because he could be. A man who locked the door ten minutes before class started because “if you’re early you’re on time,” then counted attendance as twenty percent of the final grade, who went all the way to ‘K’ on multiple choice test with every variation of the answer to confuse students as much as possible, who would mark the whole short answer question wrong if there was any incorrect grammar as small as a misplaced comma. Levi who was the only instructor that taught professional ethics of all things, leaving everyone required to have it with no choice but to suffer.

“Can I ask why you saved our sex tape on a drive that looked exactly like the one you planned to turn in? Not that it matters since it’s already done…”

“It was a two pack,” he shrugged, fingers running through his long locks at the irritation settling on your face. Not good. Not good at all. “I didn’t want to put it on the one I use regularly in case I lost it or someone needed to borrow it.”

“Right…right. So he’s most likely going to take them home with him. Grades are due on Monday. Before I put my lock-picking skills to use and we entertain going to jail for breaking and entering, we should at least ask him to exchange the drives. So we can at least say we asked if we face expulsion or jail time.”

Eren watches your nose wrinkle with thought, a fond smile growing on his features. “This is why I love you.”

“Because of my knack for being able to get you out of trouble? Believe me, it’s from practice at this point.” He got up, slowly walking back to your side of the table.

“Because you’re smart. And you’re beautiful. And you have an out of this world p-"

“Eren!”

“I was going to say personality!” Leaning back, you squint up at him, face flushed from his compliments.

“Sure you were.”

“I was,” he insists, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “But you do have an out of this world pussy too.” You were out of his arms in a second, easily swatting away his weak from laughter attempts to bring her back into him.

“I’m going to get our sex tape back.”

“Baby, wait.” His feet carried him after you without a thought, hand grasping yours outside the door no matter how hard locking the poorly put together deadbolt was with one hand. He’d have to take another look at that later.

---

Breaking and entering was looking more and more like the route they would have to take to you as you watched Levi basically rip Eren’s request to exchange the drives apart.

“You think I was born yesterday?”

“No, sir. Not even a little bit.”

“Yet, you’re still here asking me to accept your “actual” project like you didn’t turn it an empty drive so you could go home and do the presentation.”

“Trust me, the one I turned in is not empty. And the presentation takes way more than three and a half hours to complete.”

“Why did it take you three and a half hours to come back then?”

“I had another final! Then it took time to get home then back here.”

“Right. Sure,” Levi snorted.

“Who hurt you, man? Why are you so suspicious? I have no reason to lie.”

“Besides the fact that you’re going to fail because of the blank drive you turned in. You really think you’re going to get one up on me?” Eren glanced back at you, who was by the door of the office, his eyes going wide. What was this man’s problem?

“Sir, as I have already mentioned, it is not and empty drive. I simply turned in the wrong one which looks exactly like the one in my pocket because they look identical.”

“What’s on the other one then?” The question had him freezing, mind trying to quickly come up with an answer. “You can’t answer? That proves –

“A home video!” you chimed in making Levi notice you for the first time. “It’s –

“Are you in my class?”

“Uh, no sir.”

“Then you have nothing to do with this. Stay out of it.”

“Don’t talk to her like that.”

“I’ll speak to her, either of you, how I want when you come into my office demanding things from me like you’re owed something. Well, you’re not. You’re like every other entitled student on this campus who thinks they can just float on by without doing an ounce of work or being held accountable for their actions. Rest assured you will not be getting such treatment from me. You should have paid attention to what you were turning in.”

Eren stared at the shorter man, fed up with his attitude, tired of his shit, and not about to let him get away with even thinking he was gonna tolerate it being directed at you. He came to a single conclusion. “So, you won’t accept it and consider taking off late points,” he tried one last time, glancing down at the baskets drives lining the edge of the desk.

“No.” Well that was that then.

“So, I’ll start by saying you’re being an asshole, Professor Levi. A massive, colossal one. No one likes you. Not because you’re an asshole. Take it from someone who knows, it is possible to be a lovable one. There’s being strict and there’s being an unforgiving piece of shit who doesn’t give second chances or understanding that no one, least of all yourself, is perfect. Your whole self-righteous crusade to teach us all a ‘lesson’ is just an excuse to impose your self inflated ego and self importance on the rest of us because obviously you’re so cut up about people your age not giving a shit about who you are. Well, do you know who I am?”

Eren should sometimes really shut the fuck up.

“No and frankly, I don’t give a damn. I’ve heard enough of this. Get out of my office.”

“Good. Sorry, not sorry.” Before Levi could react, Eren’s arm swept across the desk knocking each basket to the ground, their contents littering the floor in front of the desk, some sliding underneath. Paying no heed to the enraged spluttering, he dropped the correct one to the ground and you will never know how he kept track of the correct one when there were thirty that looked exactly the same in the sea of drives, but he scooped it up, kick the rest around some more, and was pulling you out the office by the wrist, breaking into a run as soon as you both rounded the corner.

 “I can’t believe you just did that.”

“Me either. It won’t matter if we can’t get away though.” He rounded another corner, then another towing you along.

“I don’t think he’d come after us.”

“Won’t chance it.” you almost ran into him when he came to a sudden stop, arm nearly being ripped off when he yanked you in front, shoving you into a custodial closet and stumbling in behind you. The door slammed with a loud cracking and you barely had time to get your bearings when you heard a, “Well, shit.” Turning around to face him, you followed Eren’s gaze to the floor where the thing they’d maybe just committed assault for fell from his pocket and got smashed between the door and its frame.

“So…that was all just for nothing.” He looks like he’s about to cry.

“Well not nothing. We won’t be expelled for giving a teacher sexual content. A multitude of people, some who I’ve never met before won’t see my vagina.”

“That was the only copy. I deleted the other one from my computer. I-I- that video was so hot! Like some of our best sex ever…and now it’s just gone. Do you think it’s too crushed to put back together enough to at least get the video?” you bit your lip, taking in your boyfriend’s forlorn expression that had been heated and passionate not a whole minute ago; his tall figure and long legs that had been towering over Levi; his fingers that had been pointing near the man’s face, now curled into a fist, thoughts flashing of how they could curl in your hair.

“We can make plenty more videos. I’m always down for trying to top our best sex. Now doesn’t seem like a bad time. I think we’ll be in here for a minute.”

“What, bae?” He looked up at you noticing how the pink in your face had worsened than it had been when he was trying to get them away before. The professor could do something about the stunt he pulled. What was thought to be anger turned out to be completely different, he would learn when you were pushing him up against the door, bits of the broken flash drive crunching under their feet as your mouth connected with his.

You took full advantage of his surprise, tongue dipping purposefully inside swirling around his, your own saliva pouring in. He doesn’t have much presence of mind to do anything else but take it while your lips move against his, unable to keep up in his confusion and quickly decreasing oxygen levels. It’s only when you pull back, heavy eyes on him as you swipe at his upper lip, warm breath being exchanged between you two that he can voice his curiosity.

“Not – not that I’m complaining at all, but what’s with all the, uh, affection all of a sudden.”

“Nothing. It was kind of hot- really hot. I just- just- Levi has been such an asshole to you, to everybody, this entire semester and seeing you finally giving him a piece of your mind or what he really deserves…” you trailed off letting his low groan when your hand slithered between them to palm his waking dick through his sweatpants finish off your thought. Your free hand gripped his chin pulling his lips down to meet hers again, moving sensually, tongue giving light teasing touches as you stoked his dick to erection.

His swollen lips and dazed eyes were so cute as you sank to your knees in front of him, his breath hitching at the slow tugging down of his sweats and underwear. A thrill coursed through you when the swelling pink tip was uncovered, the soft ridge just above the foreskin, the veins that ran along his thick shaft. Your lip worried in between your teeth when you pushed his bottoms all the way to his ankles, attention fully on the fat cock hanging proud between his thighs, the beautiful curve that always had your own pressing together to stay the growing throb between them.

You could already feel your mouth watering, jaw preparing for the familiar ache of taking him down your throat. But first, you grabbed at the end of your shirt, stretching it up and over of your head to rest on the back of your neck, and enjoyed the hitch of his breath when you did the same thing with your sports bra, the material just a little bit more restrictive than the shirt. That was fine. You had no reason to free your tits other than the fact that Eren loved them so much. His cock twitched when you ran gentle fingers over the soft skin, a sigh eliciting as you brushed over your own tender peaks. You looked up at your boyfriend who as utterly entranced. Yeah, you had great tits, but that wasn’t what you were on your knees for.

“Aren’t you going to video me,” you breathed just the way he liked and was rewarded by a bead of precum forming at his tip, a groan as you took the warm weight in hand. His eyes looked so wild, glancing down at your hand that began to stroke his length softly. Sometimes it was so easy to get him. “Eren, video?”

“I-I don’t have the camera.”

“Use your phone, old man.”

“…” He trailed off in a murmur as your hand started twisting and massaging, palm feeling the veins running along it intimately.

“What was that?”

“Left it…at the…the apartment.” This boy. The fingers you had fumbling phone from your back pocket was at complete odds with the dexterous up and down of your other hand. You wished you could see the flex of those beautiful abs you worked so hard on together, and you had half a mind to make him tuck the hem of his shirt and sweatshirt into his mouth.

“What would you do without me,” you ask, swiping left and starting it for him, knowing he would most likely forget.

“Be stuck with my right hand for company.”

“Take this,” you guwaff and Eren does as you tell him to, grasp weak as your now free hand massages at his thigh so close to his balls. “Hold it up. Can you see me?” It was so unfair how cool you were about this after all but jumping him in a janitor’s closet, but as he takes the device into both hands to have some semblance of steadiness, your face comes into view and he forgets how put out he kind of, but not really, is. Yeah, you're right down there in front of him, but there was just something about seeing his girl’s pretty face, those perfect tits, her looking so hungry for him on the phone. Yeah, he already knew he wouldn’t last long.

He watched intently as you stared up at him through the screen and him back down at you and you started just like you did everything, slow and steady working into an easy twisting rhythm. His abdomen flexed all on its own, anticipating the first touch when your pink tongue peaked from your mouth, breath holding as you leant in.

The long jittery sigh he released when your tongue swiped over his smooth tip, excited you, made you trace its soft spongy ridge with your thumb before closing your lips around the warm mushroom tip. He whines so sweetly when you suck, tongue laving at the opening, tasting salty droplets. Eren’s face flushes even more prettily when your mouth slides down his length, easing him over your tongue and down your throat, coating his dick in spit. You knew damn well he liked it wet.

“Mmh- fuck, baby.” He never had a filter when it came to sex or anything really, but if he felt good, he wasn’t going to stop it from being known. Noisy is what you called him, but he had no intentions of keeping quiet as the warm wet insides of your mouth sheathed his sensitive dick, hot tongue running flat along the underside as your head came back up and dipped back down taking him deep within.

Eren never felt the need to brag at his size, but he knew it was above average, yet you took it like a champ every single time, nose brushing the skin around his base, leaving more slobber to drip down when coming back up in your steady rhythm. He forgets the video, head smacking back against the door, hand threading through your silky strands just feeling the pulse, the heat, and wetness, and suction. The suction. “Y-your so good- g-great at this…”

You hummed in response, eyes drifting from the camera up to his face. How his throat bobbed, veins bulging, lips hanging open as he groaned out yeah’s, ah’s and a lot more. His hips were chasing when you pull off, the hand on his thigh the only thing keeping him back.

“The camera’s tilting, Eren,” you huffed catching your breath, eyes straying to your reflection in the shiny veneer of a vacuum, seeing bits of saliva on your chin, the quick movements of your hands.

“Mhm.” It jerks back level and you're on again, swirling around the sensitive reddened head, arousal spiking between your legs when his fingers held tighter to your hair, at the strained curses that meet your ears.

“Quiet, Eren. Someone’s gonna hear.” you're no help, cheeks hollowing as you sink back down on him. “I- hah- know.” And then he proceeds to moan rather loudly, grip tightening further when you squeeze enticingly at his balls. “‘S hard.” Okay, so she was being purposefully difficult, but it was all to the ends of pushing his upper garments up.

“Put your shirt in your mouth.” when you have him by the dick like this, Eren is so wonderfully obedient, doing what you say without question. To him, it just means he can mewl and whine even louder without inhibitions. To you, it couples with the pleasing image he poses, so hot with sweat on his brow, jaw clenching around the cloth, hand pulling at your scalp almost painfully.

You had loved him for as long as you could remember, had always been his biggest fan, his biggest support, and yeah, you thought he was cute, but somewhere along the way your boy had gotten hot, despairingly hot. It made a girl want to touch herself at seeing the expanse of tanned abs forming into the promising V of his sex muscles.

The shy, sweet urges you used to have in regards to him had transformed into something you hadn’t previously known existed until he’d fucked his aggression out on you one night and Eren felt guilty, but it just opened new doors for you. Doors that involved moaning around his cock as you sucked him off in a custodial closet because you couldn’t control yourself. Doors that had you palming your breast and tugging at throbbing nipples because the ache in your jaw, his heavy weight in your mouth dragging along the top of your mouth made your core burn hotter, made you want to work harder.

It’s the increased vibrations around his dick, peak building, that encourages Eren to pry his eyes open and look down. Miraculously, you were still in the frame, his dick quickly sliding in and out of pretty pink lips, your eyes closed in a blissful expression, tits jiggling with the motion. There’s nothing he can do to stop himself from breaking your pace by trying to make it his own, the hand in your hair becoming an active participant.

Your eyes open, go wide as he moves your head instead, fingers dropping from your breast and holding on his hip to stop him if necessary, but you didn't have to worry too much even as you do slacken your jaw a bit to let him fuck your throat. It only takes a few thrusts in that perfect pressure and suction, the sounds of sloshing saliva and your moans, occasional gags that pushes him over the edge.

Pleasure surges through him, shirt falling from his mouth as he keens his orgasm, cum spilling copiously into your mouth and he can feel more than see how you gulp it down eager to swallow it all. It’s your personal challenge each time you blow him to take it all, and Eren would love to help, but the copious amounts of cum he ejaculates is out of his control…and he also thoroughly enjoys the messy view when you can’t.

It’s after you push off that he comes down enough to see that you almost managed, just a few drops falling from your jaw to your chest, staining those amazing breasts. He looks away, occupying himself with stopping the recording. As much as he would love to fuck you in this closet, it probably wouldn’t be the best decision lest they get carried away and are found. But he lets it be known that he would be returning the favor as soon as they got home when he helps you up and uses fixing your clothes for you as an excuse to tweak the nipples he loves so much.

“You don’t have to. That was all me.” you grabbed another brown paper towel from the stack next to you and wiped your face.

“I want to and I don’t plan on stopping at just returning the favor.”

“Oh…”

“Plus, I don’t know how much a vid of you blowing me will do for you,” more than he will ever realize, “so we have to make a completely new tape.” you're already barely ignoring the slickness of your underwear and now he’s promising to take care of it when you already resigned yourself to finishing your paper?

“I have work to do.”

“You and I both know that it isn’t due for another three days. What’s one night? You’ve been working hard for the last month.”

“I don’t want to be working on it at the last minute. We can have sex after.” Once you're both presentable and the bits of shattered drive are in Eren’s pocket because maybe there’s a chance of fixing it, he takes your hand, swinging it in between them and leans in.

“Or we can do it after, incorporate a little bit of role play with that schoolgirl costume Sasha couldn’t convince you to wear last Halloween. That would be a fun tape to make. Besides, I know you’re already nice and wet for me.” you found yourself flushing at all of his words but focuses on the ones you could deny most readily.

“I am not!”

“You always get wet blowing me, babe.” He opens the door and peeps out.

“So?”

“So, I gotta take care of your out of this world pussy. Coast is clear. Let’s get going.”

“Oh my-"

You shake his hand off, brushing past him and out into the hallways.

“H-Hey! Baby, wait! You have to keep watch and makes sure no ones around.” you didn’t turn around once, listening for his footsteps hurrying to catch up and quickening your pace. You needed a little longer to wipe the silly smile off your face. He could not know that you found that terrible line funny.

Or that you were so looking forward to it.

THIS WAS SO GOOD

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Day Twenty: Lactation + Bukkake | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Tomura Shigaraki x Dabi x Twice x cow hybrid f!Reader Genre: Smut Notes: this is a sequel to this... enjoy 🐮 (you can probably read this without reading part one but... part one is bomb and u should totally read it 🤪) Warnings: 18+, noncon, pseudocest, lactation, bukkake, rough touching, nipple play, degradation, praise, group sex, cumplay??, fingering, masturbation, dacryphilia, slapping, spitting, kicking, hair pulling. Words: 3.7k

“Nii-San! Too rough!” you cry. “Too rough with me!” you continue.

“Shut up,” Tomura hisses. “They’re fucking broke, why doesn’t it ever work when I do it?” he complains.

“Because you’re a fucking incel and have no idea how to touch women.” Touya teases.

The light provocation is more than enough to rile up your brother. And who is lucky enough to be at the receiving end of his frustration? You. He slaps you, spits in your face and shoves you further into the ground. That slinky tail of yours waves around in the air as you try and pick yourself up. It was like you were begging for Tomura to yank it. You screech eerily, it’s jarring enough to cause everyone to cover their ears.

This would not be happening if your daddy wasn’t away on business. Touya was right, Tomura didn’t have a clue how to touch a woman. But your daddy was perfect. You miss him. He’d keep you safe; he always does.

If only Tomura and his friends hadn’t stumbled across your little indiscretion with your daddy. If only Tomura hadn’t discovered that your tits leak milk when you’re aroused.

You wouldn’t be in this fucking mess right now.

Jin drops to the ground. He can be just as mean as the others, but he has a sweet side too. There’s no doubt that he’s your favourite of Tomura’s friends. You curl your body away from him, still sceptical of his intentions. But he looks at you with pleading eyes. He’s begging for you to trust him. And maybe you’re dumb for having faith in him; but something is telling you to believe he won’t hurt you.

He sits with his back to the wall and spread legs, inviting you between them. You accept. You shuffle along, doing your best to prevent the swishing of your tail. If any of them must violate you like this, desperate for their milky reward, you’d rather it be Jin. He hooks his feet around your ankles, spreading you open for your brother and Touya to see. You nestle your face into the crook of his neck. You’re embarrassed, ashamed. He doesn’t mind. He wants to help.

Two thick fingers plunge into your already sopping hole. You mewl from the stretch, his fingers are a lot bigger than your brother’s. He lightly rolls a nipple between his finger and thumb. You instantly feel at ease. It’s obvious he has experience, something your dear brother severely lacks.

“Just relax sweetheart, gonna make you feel good.” he whispers as his face turns to you. A grin forms on his face when he sees your cute little ears twitching from the positive reinforcement. “Cum already! I’m getting bored!” he adds, the risen volume making you jolt.

You wrap an arm around his neck, pulling your face closer into him. For some reason, it’s irritating Tomura. He’s never been protective of you before. He hates you, after all. But seeing Jin be so kind to you and seeing how affectionate you are with him. He’s worried. Is he, jealous?

“You’re doing great baby, sorry I shouted. I didn’t mean it okay?” Jin hums. You nod, tears pricking at your eyes. It’s so unusual for boys your age to be nice to you. Tomura had made it very clear that you would never be allowed to make friends at university, he easily turned everyone against you. So, to have Jin be so sweet with you, almost like a friend. It was foreign, but it was nice.

“Stop being fucking nice to her, makin’ me feel like I shouldn’t be watching.” Touya interjects. Jin snickers but ignores his friend. Much to Tomura’s chagrin.

“Come on bitch, cum for me already!” Jin repeats in a similar vain to his previous outburst. How could you possibly cum when you were so nervous? But because of his irritating secondary voice, he’d mastered the art of speaking whisper quiet when he needed to. He lined his mouth up with your little, twitching ears, so he could help move things along. “I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my whole life,” he murmurs. “even your cow parts, in fact, I think they make you even prettier.” he confesses. You pull your face out of your hiding spot and look at him.

“Yeah?” you whisper back.

“Yeah.” he assures you. The feeling of his big fingers fucking your insides all of a sudden feels a lot more enjoyable. “Think you can cum f’me? Wanna make you feel good, gorgeous.”

Tomura has had enough, he’s not about to stand around and watch while you have a private conversation with his friend. Slut. Ugly cow slut. He begins to approach to drag you away from him, but Touya has noticed something he hasn’t. He holds his arm out to prevent him from moving any further. Your cute little face scrunches up and your mouth falls into an ‘O’ shape as your brother’s blonde friend batters your insides. The squelching is obscene, you’re desperate for this to be over so you can get on with your day. You’re close, so close.

“Jin!!—Nggh!” you moan.

You feel embarrassed as you cum in front of an audience. Touya and Tomura are lording above you while Jin holds you gently against him on the ground. You’ve done what they ask. So, you know what’s next.

“Make her do it, Jin.” Tomura commands. So Jin gets to work, pulling gently and carefully on the nubs of your breast. It’s so tender, loving. It reminds you of how daddy is with you. “Hurry up.” Tomura orders. With the right pull and a perfect pinch, your breasts are leaking. Tomura scrambles to the ground and hurries towards you, not wanting to waste a drop. He latches onto your breast and suckles greedily.

“Fuckin’ freak.” Touya hums. It’s ignored by your brother, he’s too drunk on the treats from your teats.

He wipes his mouth breathlessly as he takes all that you can give. He looks up at Touya, unashamed of his behaviour. He just pants, and pants. Until finally, he smiles.

“Make her do it again, you both need to taste it.” Tomura commands.

Jin gets to work on rubbing your swollen clit, eager to make this nightmare end for the both of you. It’s a relief that you’re so sensitive already, it takes no time at all to have you on the verge of cumming again. Jin stares intently into your eyes as you come closer and closer to the precipice. He’s telling you that you can do it. You’re amazing and you can do it. So, you do. God, you do. Jin begins tugging on your nipples again before Touya objects.

“I’m not an incel like this freak, I got it.” he tells his friend.

You’re yanked away from Jin and pulled onto Touya as he sits comfortably on the ground. He has you straddling him. He bites his lip as he admires the changes of your face. You must like it when your nii-san’s friends touch you. Whore. Stupid cow whore.

“Do my fingers feel good, sweetheart?” he asks you. You nod. He pinches a little harder, making you wince. “Words, doll. Tell me how good my fingers feel.”

“G-Good, Touya. Feels good.” you admit. It wasn’t a lie. It was obvious Touya had the most sexual experience out of Tomura’s friend group, and yet, you much preferred it when Jin was touching you. He pulls you closer to him, lacing his fingers through your hair and pulling you downwards. The skin of your neck is completely exposed, he nibbles lightly on your pulse point which makes your cunt clench around nothing. He lets you go, resuming his tender rolling of your nipples. And soon, they’re leaking once again.

“Taste it.” Tomura instructs.

Touya latches on, not offering Tomura a verbal response but feeling more than comfortable to flip him off. He’s devouring your essence. It is good. He supposes he understands why Tomura can’t get enough. Shit. He can’t get enough, either. He pulls away, he isn’t breathless like Tomura, but it was certainly an awakening for him. His lips are parted, they’re decorated with speckles of white milk. The upper and lower lip are connected by a milky, webbed string. He smirks at you, pursing his lips and making kissy noises.

You know what he wants.

You lean down to kiss him. And it’s weirdly intimate. Passionate, in fact. It enrages Tomura. He tries to intervene, but Touya sharply kicks him away. He huffs and groans. He’s furious. But what can he do? It’s Jin’s turn, anyway. He’ll just have to keep getting jealous until he makes his friends leave.

“Let Jin try,” Tomura speaks. But Jin shakes his head.

“Not interested. Let me taste your tits babe!” both of his friends were confused. Two conflicting points, but they always know which voice to believe. Why didn’t he want a turn? “You guys… You’ve skeeved me out. Freaks, both of you. I don’t wanna do it.” he confesses.

“Suit yourself.” Tomura responds.

“Aw, I think Jin’s in love. Tryna take the fuckin’ high road and make us look shitty?” Touya torments.

Jin huffs, searching for his cigarettes and lighter in his jacket pocket. He nods along with Touya’s statement, anything to placate him. He doesn’t love you, obviously. He doesn’t know you. You’re just Tomura’s little sister. He thinks you’re cute, but love? Tch. In any case. As cute as he thinks you are, he isn’t going to miss out on the finale.

Jin stands to his feet, as do Tomura and Touya. The sound of three zippers coming down whirrs through your mind and sends a disgusting, unexplainable feeling through your senses. You can’t handle getting gang banged. Not today, not ever. But that isn’t what this is. Don’t you worry your slutty little head about that.

Three menacing glares were fixed on you. Glowering down at your frightened, confused form. Jin was different, like he’d become a new person. The sweet, caring whispers were a thing of the past. All three of them had removed their hardened cocks from the confines of their trousers and are pumping away.

“T-Tomura-nii?”

“Sit nicely for nii-san.” he tells you, the familiar slit of his cock looking you dead in the eye. “You’ve been a good girl for us today, so we’re going to give you our milk now.”

Tomura ordered you to stay on your knees until they were done with you. The hard, cold flooring was less than comfortable for your aching legs. It was upsetting that zero of the three men standing before you thought to offer you some comfort in the form of a couch cushion or a blanket. But you aren’t surprised. They’re only out for themselves.

“Who’s first?” Tomura questioned.

“Probably you, right? Two pump chump, fuckin’ virgin.” Touya remarks, smirking once more as he finds himself so damn amusing.

“’m not a fucking virgin anymore!” Tomura argued.

“Why is that again? Oh yeah, because you bullied your little sister into fucking you and she agreed so that you’d like her more.” Touya continued.

“Shut up, Touya.” Tomura seethed, “You go first, fucking asshole.”

It was odd, really. That they were snapping and staring at each other while they had their dicks out. It was like they were threatening each other with their erections. A standoff, almost. It was even weirder that they didn’t seem to notice it was an unusual thing to do with friends. Maybe they’ve done this before, another innocent girl in the exact same position you are. But Touya shrugged. He was happy to go first. He’s been aching for a while now, and he couldn’t wait to see what you looked like covered in his pearly white cum.

His fingers laced through your hair yet again, forcing you to look up at him. He was smiling, really smiling. A cheesy, skin crawling smile that sent fear from the tips of your ears to the edge of your tail. Touya didn’t seem to be embarrassed that he had the shortest length in comparison to his friends. It wasn’t short by any means. Easily six inches. A nice length, not too thick either. It didn’t bother him at all. He has the most experience. He has the record for girls he’s made cream themselves. The size doesn’t matter, he knows what to do with it.

The blood pumps through his cock as he continues beating his length. His eyes fluttered closed as he focuses on his impending high. Memories race through his mind of girls he’s fucked and orgasms he’s experienced. His teeth grit. God, you’re so cute. You’re better than any of them. His eyes open again, and he bites his lower lip, harsh enough to draw blood. It’s your eyes, you see. Your sweet, innocent eyes all blown to hell. It’s like you’re pleading with him to not do this to you. But he has to. He needs to.

“Gonna look so pretty, painted with my cum.” he croons. You feel slick dribble out of your sloppy cunt. If there’s one thing you like about Touya more than anyone else, it’s his voice. And now, with the way you’re squirming on the ground, he’s picked up on it. “D’ya like my voice princess? Like it when I talk dirty, and low?” he wonders. You nod.

Your eyes are watery. The way his tip leaks doesn’t go amiss, so wet and ready to cover you in his wasted kids. He feels himself getting hotter. His forehead coated in a thin, sheen layer of sweat. Inky black locks sticking down against him. He’s running out of air, out of resolve. He can’t last. He needs to give it to you.

“Gonna cum, doll. G-Gonna— Ah, oh – fuuuuuck – take it.” he growls. Watery, white sperm lands on you. It’s hot, boiling almost. It’s warmed your entire face. You feel sick when you realise he got in your hair. It seems endless. Has it been a while for the resident stud? “Thaaaat’s it. Fuck, looks so fuckin’ good babe.” he groans, forcing out the last of his release.

You feel filthy. And it’s only going to get worse, two more scumbags to go.

Tomura wants to be last, process of elimination dictates that Jin is next. He lights up another cigarette in his mouth before forcing you to look up at him. It’s erotic, somehow. It certainly makes you more aroused, seeing his cigarette latched between his lips as he jerks himself off in front of you.

He can see the adoration in your eyes, too. Fuck, maybe he does love you. It’s undeniably a sight he can get used to. You still trust him, don’t you? That’s sad. That is real sad, actually. Simply because he showed the tiniest bit of kindness to you, you’re giving him more credit than he deserves. He meant what he said, but he only said those things to make you cum.

Jin is the biggest of the three, by far. Thick and long. Veiny, too. It didn’t surprise you at all. He’s the tallest of the three and it’s easy to see he’s got the biggest build. You knew the blonde would have a monster betwixt his thighs.

The cigarette is giving away how close he is, how desperate and needy he is to cum. With each inhale, the smoke comes out of his nostrils in shaky, erratic breaths. You’re perfect. You’re perfect. Yes, you’re fucking perfect. He loves you. He loves you, has he always loved you? He doesn’t love you, yes he does! He can’t love you. He’s been through this; he doesn’t know you. But look at you. So obedient, so beautiful, so willing. You love his cock, don’t you? Better than Tomura’s and Touya’s. He’s hoping you think you might love it more than your daddy’s.

“Say you love me,” he speaks, orange embers on the tip of the cigarette flickering playfully as he talks. “say it, say it darlin’. You love my fat cock, don’t you skank?!”

“I- I-“

“Fucking say it.”

“I… I love you Jin. I love your… your…” you gulp. The little bob in your throat makes his eyes roll over white momentarily. He wants to see his cock shoved down there, he knows it’d choke you. But you’d try your best for him, wouldn’t you? You love him after all. You’d take his heavy cock down your throat. That’d prove you love him alright, if you let Jin fuck your tight li’l throat. Next time. And away from these degenerate freaks.

His cigarette almost drops from his lips, but he catches it skilfully with his teeth. The way you jump and quickly close your eyes as he shoots his cream onto you is the cutest fucking thing he’s ever seen in his whole entire life. He grunts loudly, it’s manly and so erotic. He seems older than the other two. More mature. Touya may have fucked more girls, but Jin seems more grown. He doesn’t care to argue with them when they start. He isn’t interested in comparing dick sizes and he has no desire to get into competitions over girls. He’s here to cover you in his cum, and that’s all that matters.

His head droops backwards while he orgasms. Smoke from his cigarette dances and twirls upwards towards the ceiling. His contribution to your skin is both better and worse than Touya’s. It’s thicker. You prefer thick, creamy cum over runny. Although in this instance, you can’t stand it. It already felt disgusting to have one person’s essence on your skin. And now, they’re mixing. You’re sticky and gross. And you still have one more to go.

Your dear nii-san.

And what a pretty nii-san he is. The skinniest guys always have the longest cocks. Though he was still beat in length by Jin, he had a skinnier shaft too. Each of the men above you had something different to offer, and you were more nervous than ever now it was your brother’s turn. He jerked himself off with one hand as he ruffled his hair momentarily with the other. No wonder he’s so well liked and popular. He’s just so handsome. You still couldn’t believe he was a virgin until he fucked you. How weren’t girls throwing themselves at him?

“You’ve n-never looked better.” he smiles, observing your features. “All of this cum is covering that ugly face of yours.” he taunts, Cheshire grin taking over his face as he snickers at you.

“Tomura-nii… ‘m not ugly.” you sniffle, unable to hide your hurt feelings from them. Touya laughs lazily down at you. But Jin turns away. He can’t stand to watch, to listen. But he’d never defy Tomura or challenge him. Maybe he doesn’t love you as much as he thought. It was pre-orgasm hysteria.

“You are, though.” he replies to you. “An ugly little cow. You should be grateful my friends and I are giving you the honour of our cocks. No one else will, you know. No one wants to be with a freak of nature like you.” he spits.

“P-Please, stop…” you beg. Your fat tears roll down your face and mix with the copious amounts of cum covering you already. You truly have never, ever felt so disgusting and so used. But this is what Tomura wants, you don’t realise it. But there’s something so arousing about seeing you cry.

“Aw, poor little bitch. Did nii-san upset you?” he asks, and you nod. “Good. Ugly whore. You look even uglier when you c-cry.” he stammers. Voice betraying him eventually as he climbs towards his release.

He rubs his forehead with the back of his hand, eliminating the glossy sweat that’s making his icy blue locks stick to him just as Touya’s hair had been. Tremoring fingers begin to scratch at his skin, his neck. He’s anxious suddenly. Why are you fucking looking at him like that? You know how. Like you always do. So fucking needy and upset. He yanks your right ear, and you yelp woefully.

“Open your mouth for me.”

And you do. And for some reason, that is what makes him lose it. Your willingness to please your nii-san in any way that you can. The immediate enthusiasm to open your mouth if it means it will gratify your brother. And it’s wet. Your mouth, it’s so fucking wet. Your pink muscle vibrating in your mouth as you wait for him to deposit his load inside. Spit strings between your teeth. He feels stupid now, too. Because like Jin, he wishes he’d fucked your ugly little face instead. Give you a real reason to cry. He only spurts a little into your mouth. The rest squirting across your cheeks and into your eye. It stings, fuck, it really stings. As if you needed any more of a reason to cry.

“Good girl, stupid cunt. Y’hear me? My stupid cunt, nii-san’s ugly little cow.”

They’ve all tucked themselves away now. Ready to move on and head out somewhere for more fun. They aren’t sure what could be more fun than that. They can’t wait up to meet up with Kai and tell him how badly he missed out. Tomura has forbidden you from moving from that exact spot until they’re out of the penthouse. You’re cradling your bloodshot eyes. Praying desperately that they leave quicker. You want a shower; you want an ice pack. You want to be alone.

Jin halts as Touya and Tomura enter the elevator. He explains he forgot something, and he’ll meet up with them in a few hours. He’s gotta go home and pick up some things. They shrug their shoulders and bid him farewell. Tomura has known Jin long enough now, he trusts that he won’t try and steal anything. He trusts that he’ll retrieve whatever it is he’s forgotten and get out.

But he won’t.

He won’t, because he hasn’t forgotten anything.

He approaches you. Jin crouches down on the balls of his feet and offers you a hand. He’s smiling. Not menacingly. Not with an ulterior motive. He’s just smiling, earnestly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

© 2021 fuwushiguro

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— sanzu haruchiyo x fem!reader

PART ONE 4.9k words

short summary. in which your heartbreak over Mikey pulls you into the dangerous and irresistible orbit of Bonten's Number Two, Haruchiyo Sanzu. warnings. sanzu haruchiyo is his own warning, graphic violence, substance abuse, toxic/manipulative relationships, explicit sexual content, depression & self-destructive behaviour, strong language. tags. female reader insert, bonten au, tsundere!sanzu, ex-boyfriend!mikey, angst with a happy ending, slow burn, heavy pining/yearning.

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Manjiro Sano once promised you forever. He'd said it so easily back then, like it was a given, something as natural as breathing. You were fifteen, standing by the riverbank after another reckless night, his blonde hair glowing under the streetlights. He had to tilt his head up to meet your eyes then, his expression so open, so sure.

"It's you and me, always."

Now, nearly ten years later, that memory feels like a lifeline in the middle of a storm. You hold onto it so tightly that your knuckles turn white. It's the only thing keeping you grounded as you stand in the shadowed corner of a chapel, watching him slip a ring onto another woman's finger.

The bride is stunning, of course. Her white gown flows around her like something out of a dream, her face set in a serene mask of duty. And Manjiro—Mikey—he looks... distant. Like he's not even there, going through the motions, his face unreadable, hollow. It's a mask you've seen him wear too many times now, a defense mechanism, something to protect the broken parts of him he never lets anyone see.

You sip your wine slowly, the bitter taste doing little to mask the bile rising in your throat. A strange mixture of dark satisfaction and aching sadness twists inside you, an uncomfortable knot of emotions you can't quite unravel. 

He doesn't love her, you remind yourself. He's still yours. He promised.

But the truth is, the wine does little to dull the sharp edge of betrayal. The ceremony feels like a bad dream, one you can't wake up from. 

It's a sham. Just a business arrangement, nothing more. A duty to his late brother Shinichiro, who made a deal with her family long ago, a deal Mikey feels bound to honor. You respect that, you always have. His loyalty is part of what made you fall for him all those years ago.

But it still feels like a knife in your chest, twisted with every vow spoken. You won't question it though. You can't. Because questioning it would mean questioning Shin's memory, and that's something you'll never do. Still, the pain lingers, like a bruise you can't stop pressing on.

As the ceremony ends and the couple walks down the aisle, Mikey's eyes meet yours, even from across the room. For a brief moment, his lips curve into that familiar soft smile, the one that's always been just for you, full of unspoken words and old promises. It's enough to settle your nerves, if only slightly. 

He's still yours, you remind yourself again. This doesn't change anything.

The guests start to shuffle toward the reception hall, but you hang back, feeling the taste of the wine and the weight of the day pressing down on you. The laughter and chatter fades as you step into a quieter hallway, seeking a moment of solitude, a reprieve from the overwhelming noise of celebration.

But you're not alone. A figure leans against the far wall, tall and lean, with faded pink hair that you'd recognize anywhere.

Haruchiyo Sanzu.

Of course, he'd be here. Even though no one from Bonten was supposed to attend, you should've known Sanzu would show up, disregarding protocol like he always does. He's dressed in one of his garish purple suits, the cigarette in his hand burning slowly as he takes a long drag, his katana resting lazily against the wall next to him. The sight of it makes you roll your eyes despite the situation. How he manages to carry that damn thing everywhere without someone calling the cops on him is beyond you.

He doesn't even look at you as you approach, though you know he's aware of your presence. Sanzu's always like that—aloof, unreadable, like he's waiting for something but never telling you what.

Your heels click against the marble floor, the sound too loud in the silence, as you stop in front of him. You cross your arms, defensive. 

You've never liked him. Not since the beginning. And he's never made an effort to hide the fact that he feels the same way about you. His disdain has been obvious for years now—cutting comments, backhanded remarks. Always just subtle enough to avoid Mikey's wrath.

"You shouldn't be here, Number Two," you say, your voice sharp, cutting through the haze of tension.

Sanzu exhales a slow stream of smoke, not bothering to meet your gaze as he taps the ash onto the floor, a flick of his wrist that seems deliberate in its carelessness. 

"Neither should you," he replies, voice lazy, eyes flickering toward you briefly before he adds, with a smirk, "Mistress."

The word lands like a punch to the gut. You stiffen, your chest tightening as anger flares hot and fast inside you. You want to snap back, to tell him to fuck off, but you hold it in, forcing yourself to stay composed.

Sanzu's teal eyes slide back to you, and there's a gleam in them that you hate—a predatory gleam, like he's enjoying this far too much. He tilts his head, studying you like you're something amusing, something to poke and prod until it breaks.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" His voice is smooth, laced with mockery. "You know, it's almost cute. The way you're still holding out hope. Like he's going to drop everything and come running back to you."

Your jaw clenches, but you don't give him the satisfaction of a reaction. You've dealt with Sanzu long enough to know better than to let him get under your skin. He feeds off that kind of thing, turns it into a weapon.

"Shut up," you bite out, your voice low, controlled. "You don't know a damn thing about us."

That earns you a smirk, his scarred lips curling into something cold and twisted. "Don't I?" He takes another drag of his cigarette, exhaling slowly as if savoring the moment. 

"I know enough. I know he's up there, at the altar, with his wife, while you're out here clinging to whatever scraps he throws you."

You feel your fists tighten at your sides, nails biting into your palms. The urge to slap that smug look off his face is overwhelming, but you know better. You've learned that lesson the hard way. Sanzu isn't just annoying—he's dangerous. And he wouldn't hesitate to turn this entire ceremony into a disaster just to prove a point.

"Fuck you," you snap, barely keeping your voice steady.

Sanzu's smile fades, replaced by something colder, something far more dangerous. His eyes narrow, and for a brief moment, you wonder if you've pushed him too far. But then he chuckles, low and dark, like he's enjoying the tension between you.

"Feisty today, huh?" His voice is almost amused, but there's an edge to it, a warning. "You're out here sulking while your beloved plays house. Maybe that fairy tale you're clinging to doesn't mean shit anymore."

You feel your heart hammering in your chest, a mix of anger and something you can't quite place. It's the truth in his words that stings the most, the haunting possibility that he could be be right.

"At least I'm not the one standing out here with a stupid katana looking like a fucking fool," you shoot back, your voice sharp.

Sanzu's eyes flash, but instead of responding, he steps forward, closing the distance between you in an instant. His presence is suffocating, too close, too intense. You feel your pulse quicken, the air between you crackled with unspoken danger.

"Maybe," he murmurs, his voice low, almost a growl. "But you're not untouchable. Sooner or later, even Mikey won't be able to protect you. Then what?"

His words hang in the air like a threat, and for the first time, a shiver of uncertainty runs through you. You meet his gaze, refusing to show fear, but something about the way he's looking at you now—cold, calculating—makes your stomach churn.

You don't answer. Instead, you turn and walk away, your heels echoing in the empty hallway. But Sanzu's words linger, like a dark cloud that follows you, heavy and inescapable. You push them down, focusing on the only thing that matters: Mikey's promise.

But deep down, you wonder if Sanzu's right. And that thought, more than anything, terrifies you.

Manjiro Sano keeps his promises. At least, that's what you've always believed. He said it with conviction when you were fifteen, when his bright blonde hair caught the sunlight and his eyes reflected an unwavering certainty. His promises became your lifeline, a thread that tethered you to him, through the chaos of Tokyo Manji, through Bonten, through all the things that should have torn you apart. You never doubted him.

But now, with a ring on another woman's finger, that belief feels less like truth and more like denial. 

You lie beside him, his arms wrapped loosely around you, his breath steady against your skin. In the quiet darkness, you try to convince yourself that this—you—is still his reality. Not the woman he married out of obligation. Not the business empire he's running. But you, the one he promised forever. The one he swore to love no matter what. 

But there's something cold in his touch tonight. Not the soft warmth you used to know, but a distant, mechanical tenderness. His fingers trace absent patterns on your skin, but they feel foreign now, like they're just going through the motions. He's here, physically, but his mind is far away, lost in a place you can't reach.

"Did something happen?" you ask, keeping your voice light, even as anxiety twists in your stomach. 

He's staring at the ceiling, eyes vacant, as if the weight of the world is pressing down on his chest. The silence is thick, heavy, a barrier between you that wasn't there before. You wish he'd tell you. You wish he'd break through that wall and let you in, but he never does. Not anymore.

He shifts slightly, his eyes meeting yours for just a second. "What do you mean, love?" His voice is soft, casual, but there's something missing. Something that used to be there—a spark, a fire that you could always count on. Now, it's just... hollow.

"You seem distracted," you murmur, choosing your words carefully, even though your heart is screaming to ask more.

Mikey sighs, his chest rising and falling beneath you. He pulls you closer, but the embrace feels almost... polite. Like he's afraid to hold on too tightly. You want to shake him, to tell him to stop being so careful. To hold you like he used to—like he was afraid of losing you. But instead, he just holds you the way someone holds a fragile thing.

"Yeah," he admits, his voice quieter now, as though he's confessing something he doesn't want to. "It's just Bonten stuff."

And that's it. The conversation ends. Your heart clenches at the emptiness of his explanation, at how easily he can sweep your concerns under the rug. 

You know Bonten is complicated—dangerous even—but you've always been kept at a distance from that side of his world. He's never let you close enough to see the true depth of what he's carrying. You've respected his boundaries, trusted him, but now you wonder if that distance is starting to destroy you.

"Oh." The word leaves your lips, but it feels small, insignificant.

The silence returns, thicker than before, wrapping itself around both of you like a suffocating shroud. You stare at him, at the man you once thought you knew so completely, and wonder when he became a stranger.

You want to reach out, to bridge the gap, but fear holds you back. There's a fragility in the air tonight, something that makes you hesitate. If you push too hard, if you ask for too much, you're afraid the entire thing will shatter. Maybe it already has. Maybe that's why his touch feels different now, why his kisses lack the urgency they once had.

You long for the Mikey who would stay up with you until dawn, laughing, his arms tight around you as if you were his whole world. You miss the nights when he couldn't keep his hands off you, when his love felt raw and reckless, a fire that burned brighter than anything else. Now, it's all ashes.

"You don't have to carry it all alone," you whisper, hoping that your words might reach him, might bring him back from wherever he's gone. "I can help. You don't always have to protect me from it."

He doesn't respond right away. For a long moment, there's only the sound of his breathing, deep and rhythmic. When he finally speaks, his voice is distant, almost resigned.

"I know."

But he doesn't mean it. You can hear it in the way he says it—like it's just something he's supposed to say, not something he believes. His walls are still up, and you're on the outside, no matter how close you are in this bed, no matter how many nights you spend together.

You press your cheek against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Once, that sound would have comforted you. Now, it only makes you feel more alone. Even when he's with you, he's somewhere else. And the space between you grows wider every day.

"Mikey..." you try again, but your voice falters. 

You want to tell him you're scared. That you're afraid you're losing him, that this marriage is pulling him further away from you than you can bear. But the words won't come.

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, but it feels like a goodbye more than a reassurance. And that scares you most of all.

You close your eyes, trying to drown out the doubts, the fear, the aching emptiness. But it lingers, like a shadow that won't go away. You tell yourself he still loves you. He promised you forever. He's just... distracted. It's Bonten. It's the marriage. It's everything else.

But deep down, you know. You know that the Mikey who promised you forever is slipping further and further away. And no matter how hard you try, you can't seem to pull him back.

Manjiro Sano never lies to you. He never has before, and you never thought he could. You know he keeps secrets sometimes, but it's always to protect you—or so you've convinced yourself. You've clung to this justification, repeating it like a prayer when things feel too uncertain. 

When there's a question he doesn't want to answer, he'll give you a vague response, the kind that leaves you in a haze of ambiguity, and you never push him further. You know better than to force the issue. Sometimes, he'll be blunt and tell you outright that it's none of your concern. But a lie? Never.

At least, he never did until now.

Sitting across from him, in the dim light of your shared apartment, the shadows cast across his face, you notice the subtle shift in his expression. His gaze remains low, unfocused, like he's avoiding you. The way his fingers tap against the armrest of his chair—once steady, now restless—betrays him. The quiet cadence of the room, punctuated by the tension building between you, only makes his discomfort more pronounced. 

You know he's lying, even though the words are barely out of his mouth. It feels like a crack splintering through the foundation of your entire relationship.

It's not that you're good at detecting lies; you've never needed to be, not with him. His cold distance has always been paired with an odd, unwavering honesty, no matter how painful it could be. But this time? This time, he's hiding something. His body language is too off, too tense, like he's barely holding onto his own façade.

You asked a simple question: "Where were you?"

He hasn't been home in a week. It's not unusual—Mikey has never been the type to stick around. You've long since accepted the lonely nights, the excuses of 'business meetings' and 'late-night operations' with Bonten. You'd even accepted the wife. 

But something feels different now, a gnawing unease that claws at the back of your mind. You thought he'd say he was dealing with Bonten's usual mayhem, or perhaps, reluctantly admit that he'd been spending time with her. Anything would've been better than the silence hanging in the air now, thick with unspoken truths.

But you never expected him to lie.

Instead of the rage you thought would surge, an icy dread curls through your chest. Fear. A raw, unsettling fear that digs its nails into you as you realize just how far away he feels. As if he's not just sitting across from you, but miles away, unreachable. The distance between you stretches and stretches, suffocating in its vastness. It's like watching him drift out to sea while you stand, helpless, on the shore.

You need answers. The kind you know Mikey won't give you. So you turn to the only other person who might know what's going on: Haruchiyo Sanzu.

God, you hate him. There's not a day that passes where you don't fantasize about knocking that arrogant smirk off his face. Sanzu embodies everything that repels you—his cruelty, his recklessness, his toxic devotion to Mikey. But one thing you can count on is that Sanzu never spares your feelings. If anything, he takes sadistic pleasure in tearing you down with his cold truths. 

And that's why you're standing here, in front of his door, hand trembling slightly as you press the doorbell. The silence stretches, your heartbeat loud in your ears. You press the button again, your anxiety spiking with each passing second. 

Finally, the door creaks open, and there he is—Sanzu. He leans lazily against the doorframe, like your presence is a personal offense. His disheveled appearance surprises you—hair unkempt, shirt unbuttoned at the top. There's a faint scent of soap, but he looks like he's been in a rush, as if your arrival interrupted something.

His eyes narrow, flashing with irritation. "The fuck are you doing here?" His voice is cold, almost bored, like he can't be bothered to care.

"I need to talk to you." You're surprised your voice comes out steady when everything inside you feels like it's spiraling out of control.

Sanzu doesn't even give you the courtesy of a full response. He turns, slamming the door behind him, heading toward the elevator without a second glance. You follow, your pulse quickening. His long strides make it difficult to keep up.

"Where are you going?" you ask, slightly breathless. You hate how small you feel next to him, like you're always scrambling to catch up.

"To work. Where else?" He doesn't even look back as he taps the elevator button impatiently. His eyes flick to you briefly, condescending, before he adds, "Unlike you, I don't have the luxury of doing nothing all day."

The dismissiveness in his tone grates on your nerves. You swallow back the retort, knowing it's not worth the fight. You're not here to argue with Sanzu—you're here for something much more important.

The elevator ride is thick with tension, the air suffocating between you. He stares at the floor numbers as they change, clearly eager to get away from you. You take a deep breath, summoning the courage to say what you came here for.

"I need to ask you about Bonten." Your words feel heavy in the silence.

Sanzu's head snaps toward you, eyes sharp and piercing. There's a moment of silence, and you feel the weight of his stare, like he's assessing how much to toy with you before answering.

"I warned you," he says, voice dangerously low. "Stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. Just because you're Mikey's little sidepiece doesn't mean you're part of this world."

Sidepiece. The word hits like a slap, stinging far more than you'd care to admit. But you hold your ground, your voice sharper now as you bite back, "I was asking nicely, wasn't I?"

He lets out a cruel chuckle, his amusement laced with mockery. "And you should've known better than to come to me."

When the elevator doors open, Sanzu strides out, leaving you to catch up once again. You hurry behind him, the cold concrete of the basement parking lot biting through your shoes as you watch him head toward the row of parked bikes.

"Just tell me where Mikey's been," you call out, your voice cracking slightly. The desperation seeps through despite your best efforts to keep it buried. 

Sanzu doesn't even slow down. He throws a leg over his black superbike, adjusting the helmet in his hands. 

His tone is icy as he responds, "Why the hell would I tell you?"

You feel the panic rising, the gnawing insecurity clawing at your chest. You can't let this go. 

"It's his wife, isn't it? Something's going on between them?" The words tumble out before you can stop them, but you know it's true.

Sanzu finally turns to face you, his expression dark, a twisted glint in his eyes. "You really wanna know?" His voice is like a knife, cold and cutting. 

"Married couples fuck and have kids. You didn't think they'd just sit around holding hands, did you?"

Your world tilts. Pregnant. Mikey's wife is pregnant. The words hang in the air, crushing you. Sanzu's bike roars to life, drowning out everything as he speeds away, leaving you standing there, reeling.

Manjiro Sano says he still loves you. He says it so many times, even when you confront him about her pregnancy. You have tears in your eyes, your voice quivering as the words left your lips. His hands, warm and gentle, hold you close—just like always. The softness in his embrace feels too familiar, almost comforting, like you could convince yourself, just for a moment, that nothing has changed. That you could still believe him.

He'd whispers that she might be his wife, but you are the one who had his heart. That his feelings for you haven't shifted, not even after this new life he is bringing into the world. That you still matter.

But something about it never sits right after that day.

It isn't the sex that bothers you. You've made peace with that. He is married, after all, and while it stings, you tell yourself it's just physical. Something they have to do. Something that won't affect your place in his life. Mikey's quiet assurances of love are enough to quell the hurt, at least for a while. He always knows exactly what to say, how to soothe your insecurities without letting them fester.

Until they do.

Each time he doesn't come home, doesn't call, doesn't text—each time he leaves you waiting, that old promise of his love grows weaker. It starts to feel like a distant echo, hollow and fragile. The uncertainty eats you away, the creeping doubt filling the space between your conversations. And then comes the guilt. You couldn't ignore it anymore, couldn't shove it to the back of your mind. She is pregnant with his child. 

And you? 

You are the other woman now. The mistress. The sidepiece. 

You tell yourself to be patient, to wait it out, to trust him. But those same reassurances you cling to begin unraveling with every unanswered phone call. Mikey's silences cut deeper than his words ever could, a painful reminder that you are no longer the center of his world. You are becoming the afterthought.

And today is your ninth anniversary. Nine years.

Nine years since the day the two of you had become inseparable, since the day you thought you'd be each other's forever. And as you get ready, as you slip on your favorite dress and touch up your makeup, you're hit with an overwhelming sense of nostalgia—memories flooding back of how you used to be. How easy it was back then, how natural everything felt when there were no lies between you. 

It takes everything in you to keep your spirits up as you head to his office, imagining the look on his face when you surprise him. Maybe that's what you need—a face-to-face reminder of who you are to him. That spark between you will rekindle, and the distance will melt away.

You hope.

The lobby feels colder than usual, and as you step inside, something feels off. The receptionist greets you with a stiff smile. You've seen her enough times to know that she's never this tense. She doesn't say much, but there's an awkwardness in the air, like she knows something you don't.

Your nerves tighten as you enter the elevator. The ride to the top floor feels longer than usual, the anticipation in your chest growing with each passing second. When the doors open, you step out into the executive lounge, the familiar sight of Bonten's most trusted members lounging around.

Ran is the first to notice you, his lazy smirk never quite reaching his eyes. Kakucho is next, nearly spilling his drink when he spots you.

"You okay there?" you ask with a light laugh, trying to ignore the unease in the pit of your stomach.

Kakucho straightens up, but his eyes dart nervously toward the hallway that leads to Mikey's office. "You here to see Mikey?" he asks, his voice strained.

You nod, offering him a small smile. "Yeah. I thought I'd surprise him." 

Ran's smirk doesn't falter, but there's something about the way he's watching you that makes your skin prickle. 

"Surprise, huh?" he says, his voice cool and detached.

Kakucho shifts uncomfortably, his gaze flickering between you and the hallway again. "Maybe now isn't the best time..." he starts, his voice trailing off as if he doesn't want to finish the thought.

But you brush off the strange tension between them. Kakucho's always been awkward with you, right? 

You make your way down the hall, your heels clicking against the marble floors in rhythm with your racing heart. This is supposed to be a happy moment—your anniversary. You don't want to ruin it by reading too much into their strange behavior.

But then you hear it.

A voice. Her voice.

You freeze mid-step, the sound of her moaning his name sending a violent shock through your system. The world around you blurs, your body moving on autopilot as you edge closer to the door, your hand trembling as you press it against the wood. The crack in the door is just wide enough for you to see.

Mikey is there, his wife's legs draped over his shoulders, his hands on her thighs, his face pressed between her legs.

You can't breathe. 

This is different.

Not the act itself—but the intimacy, the tenderness in how he touches her. He's doing something for her that he's never done for you. Not once, in all your time together, had he ever gone down on you. But here he is, giving her something more, something deeper. And you feel your heart shatter into a million pieces.

You can't stay here.

Your feet carry you backward, your movements slow, cautious. You shut the door as softly as you can, careful not to make a sound. Your entire body feels numb, a sick feeling twisting in your stomach as you stand there, staring at the ground, trying to process what you've just seen. 

Why did he never do that for you?

A rush of shame washes over you, mingling with the rage bubbling in your chest. You'd always told yourself you were enough for him. But now you wonder—were you? Was it all a lie, just something to keep you hanging on, while he gave her all the things you thought were reserved for you?

The world feels like it's tilting around you, the walls closing in as you stand there, numb. The sound of footsteps snaps you back to reality.

"You're here to see Mikey too?" Kakucho's voice filters through the haze.

"Yeah, yeah," comes the lazy reply. 

It's Sanzu, his voice slurred and casual, as if nothing in the world could touch him. He's closer now, and you barely register it, lost in the whirlwind of your own thoughts.

Ran's voice follows, a teasing edge to his tone. "Dude, you're tripping balls."

Sanzu laughs, a sound so careless it makes your skin crawl. "Friday night, what'd you expect?"

Before you can fully process the situation, a rough hand grabs you by the arm and yanks you back. You stumble, whirling around to face him.

Sanzu.

His teal eyes are wild, bloodshot and blown wide from whatever cocktail of drugs he's taken today. You know he's high, as the smell of drugs clinging to him, intoxicating the air around you.

"What the fuck are you up to this time?" he sneers, his voice low and mocking.

You try to pull away, but his grip tightens, his fingers digging painfully into your arm. "S-Sanzu, I—"

He cuts you off, his face uncomfortably close to yours now. "Scared?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. The sick amusement in his voice makes your stomach turn. He's enjoying this—enjoying your fear, your vulnerability.

You try to twist free, but he pulls you closer, his lips curling into a twisted smile. "You should be," he whispers, his voice dripping with malice.

Your heart races, panic clawing at your chest. Sanzu when he's like this—high, unpredictable—is a beast you've learned to fear. He's always been unstable, but now, he's downright terrifying.

Yet, as you stand there, trembling in his grasp, all you can think about is Mikey. The lie he told you. The image of him with her, of how easily he discarded you, flashes through your mind again and again.

I still love you.

The words are poison now, burning through you as Sanzu's grip tightens.

< part one ends >

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