Hanma Shuji X Fem!reader

𖨆♡𖨆 hanma shuji x fem!reader

╰┈➤ thrown into an arrange marriage with toman’s second man, you slowly come to find that not even your lost memories will stop him from getting what he wants. and what he wants is not you.

cw. amnesia, HEAVY ANGST, adultery, physical abuse (not towards reader), intimidation, alcohol, psychological trauma, illnesses, mentions of pregnancy, explicit smut, tension, mentions of bodily harm, mentions of food, mentions of alcohol, MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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#6: you love me but you're hollow (part 1)

Anticipation mingled with dread thrummed hard in his veins.

Wafts of nicotine surrounded him, shrouding half of his face in smoke and filtering around his car like a comforting friend.

Y/N will start her nagging, he thought, stubbing out the stick and maneuvering the steering wheel with one hand past a familiar bend. You never did like the smell of cigarettes and he found himself smoking less and less around you, wanting to not trigger your pout and endless chatterings on how bad these little “cancerous sticks”—as you deemed them—were harmful to his health.

Shuji snorted, a fond smile tugging the corners of his lips.

You could be so adorable that it made him already miss you. If he tilted his head to the side, he could still catch whiffs of your floral Chanel perfume, reminding him of the debauchery you both partook in before he had driven off. 

The journey to downtown Tokyo where flashy skyscrapers made way for modest apartments and run-down buildings took longer than he expected from traffic, and the moment Shuji stopped the car in front of a familiar four-story townhouse, he steeled himself for what he had to do.

There would be little doubt that Ichika would take horribly to the news, but he was ready to face it. Ready to own up to his mistakes. As much as he wished he could have a clean break from her, the reality was not as easy. 

The woman he once called his own was suspected of carrying his child—a combination of him and her deep in her body—that made him turn green around the edges with nausea. Unlike other married men entangled in extraneous affairs, he did not keep a burner phone and resorted to flagrantly flaunting his infidelity anytime he could, and the repercussions would come and bite him back in the ass for not keeping track of his mistress’ cycle. 

Mistress. Funny how a few short weeks can change a man’s mind. Just a month ago, he had vowed to never fall in love you; that his wife was too plain and unassuming to ever capture his attention.

Like the fates themselves were laughing at him, they drew out the most ironic Uno reverse card and made sure that he would eat his own words.

Do not seek me out unless I find you first. 

The memory of his fear when he discovered you missing from the gala’s table, and the subsequent panic he had at the idea that someone could’ve taken you. Shuji had been a fool to dismiss that it was merely his duty to Kisaki that tied him to you and not his latent anxiety that you could’ve gotten hurt.

You are not allowed to kiss me unless I initiate it first to save our face. 

Easily the top five memories to flood his mind would be of your sweet lips on his. How they molded exactly to his shape—the softness of them between his teeth. Your taste heavy on his tongue, like sunshine, honey and something intrinsically intoxicating that was purely you. Shuji was sure that if you took your kisses away from him, he would die like a man who was deprived of oxygen in the form of your breaths shared intimately with his. 

And three… don’t fall in love with me.

An idiot. A pure, unadultered idiot. Everything that he had harshly instructed to you the fateful night of your marriage had turned on its head. Instead of you breaking his rules, he was the first and only one to disobey them. You remained true to his wishes, and suddenly Shuji was afraid.

No… she loves me. His reasoning kicked in. She loves me and I love her. And after I do this, I can finally show her how much I love her. 

In an unhurried gait, the first thing he did was to walk up straight to her unassuming unit, knuckles rapping smartly on the door. The chipped wooden barrier pulled back, and the sight of his ex-mistress on the other end nearly made his resolve falter. Wet, red rimmed eyes and mused hair, misery lining every crevice of her once beautiful face. 

The first time he met her, Ichika reminded him of a famous Japanese actress. Her sweet, congenial smile, sparkling brown eyes and slim nose with her perfect complexion was hard to ignore, even through his fog of alcohol and smoke as he sat with the rest of his underlings to unwind after a hard mission. 

“Hey,” Shuji’s frown carved through her periphery, and a small ball of regret curled itself underneath his ribcage at how exhausted she appeared. 

Listless brown eyes, once sparkling with vitality, flickered slightly. “Hey. Come in.”

Ichika stepped aside, and Hanma entered her apartment for the first and last time, cognizant of the fact that he would never want to step foot back here again if he could help it. He opened his mouth, about to speak when she interjected in a voice hoarse from crying.

 “You’re cruel, you know that, Shuji?” Wrapping her arms around her frail form, she mustered enough vitriol for a glare which did little to shake him. “You’re mean. I hate you.”

At least she’s not hurting me or holding a knife to my neck. Shuji counted his blessings that his mistress was not one for violence, unlike his wife whom he suspected could have a vicious streak if she put her mind to it.

Bowing his head, Shuji recognized how hard this choice was—to let go of the life he previously thought he could live with the woman he once loved. Things have changed, and it was because of you that his eyes were opened wide to the knowledge that if he were to let this affair go on, he would lose out on the best thing he ever had in this life.

“There’s not much I can say besides I’m—”

“Sorry?” Ichika finished for him, a note of sarcasm in her brittle whisper. “You’ve ruined my life for the worst and all you can say is you’re sorry? You disgust me, Shuji.”

He bit down on the words he wanted to hurl towards her, letting her assuage her anger onto his deserving ass. Ichika had every right to rage at him, hit him if it made her happy, and for once in his life, Shuji would let someone else have the upperhand on him if it meant his future with you would be preserved. 

Before the 6’5 man could open his mouth and spare her a few decencies in the form of apologies, her slap richocheted across his face, bringing with it a stinging aftertaste that left him reeling. Golden eyes flashed, but he did not retaliate, passively accepting her rage. Another slap, and this time, the end of her expensive, Tiffany&Co ring he had bought for her months ago, caught into his cheek, leaving a small gash and a bite of pain. Hanma took one step back, jaw tightening, and he was about to speak up when she started sobbing.

“I’ll tell her about us!” 

His heart stopped. Starting back up took some time to gather his composure, and despite his promises that he would end this relationship right here and now, little could actually he followed through once he was faced with the duplicity of her actions.

“What?” his rich and deep voice, always with a note of softness for her was all steel. “What did you fucking say?” 

Ichika faced him with streaming eyes, and she chuckled caustically, the sound verging on mania. “I’ll tell her everything—our affair, the relationship we had before she fucking waltzed into the picture. I’ll tell Tomio. I’ll even tell Kisaki if you don’t fucking own up for your mistake and help me, Shuji.”

Her threats were paper thin at best, but Shuji felt a trickle of unease stir his soul. “Do you know who I am?” Standing to his full height, he sauntered over to her, a terrifying sneer plastered onto his face, and for a split second, a flash of fear eclipsed her expression. That’s right—she had to know her place. “I’m the second most dangerous man in Toman. With one single word, I can end your life right where you stand and bury your body where no else can find you. Do not—”

She screamed in pain when he grasped the base of her throat, almost completely cutting off her air supply, her back hitting the wall. Shuji was merciless when he pressed down on her windpipe, about to crush it when she wheezed out, “I-I’m pregnant.”

Two words, but it was enough to zap him off his murderous intent. He let her go and she slumped onto the floor, gasping loudly, choking on stuttered inhales as she massaged her abused throat. Looking up at him with watery eyes she sniffled, pointing towards the kitchen shelf with a trembling finger. “P-pregnancy test. There. See. For y’self.”

Ichika’s voice was hoarse with unshed tears and panic, and her wide eyes never left his broad back when he unglued his limbs; walking towards the direction she indicated and pulling open the drawer. The pregnancy test was hastily stuffed in between wad of papers, but he could plainly make out those lines that seemed to cut into him like glass. Those two deep lines that hurt more than serrated edges of a knife.

Shuji thought his world would collapse around him, and he had to hold onto the edge of the wooden cabinet to catch his breath. Her quiet sobs pierced through the roaring in his ears, and he lifted his head, the unfair decision he had to make weighing heavily on his shoulders. As much as he wanted to disregard Ichika as merely a mistress, the truth was not as simple. 

She had been with him from the very start—tended to his wounds, shared her laughter and cheer with him, helped him become someone better and she had a right to be angry; it was her perception that you would be reaping the rewards of him being a better man that she worked so hard to instill. Harumi Ichika was once the woman of his dreams, and he could not change that. Just as much as he could not change the softening of his ice-cold heart towards her pitiful cries. 

Her breath caught when she felt his arms around her, and then, the sturdy press of his chest under her cheek. Barely giving any time to gather her wits, Shuji spoke. “I’m sorry. I was too harsh—too cruel. I will take care of you and the baby if you choose to have it. But, I still can’t divorce my wife… you know what’s at stake.”

Ichika could barely believe her plan worked. “Yes,” she muttered, squeezing her eyes shut and thanking every listening deity that Shuji would still be hers. “I know, and I’m sorry. I never meant… I didn’t mean to make you panic.” 

Shuji sighed, and rubbed his large palm up and down her back, soothing her. “I don’t want you to get an abortion. It’s wrong.” Mind foggy with grief and remorse, he fished inside the pocket of his pants, and removed the familiar velvet box. “Here.” 

Her breath hitched when he revealed a simple, pearlescent ring from the inky depths. Taking it out from its swathes of silk, he slipped the too tight circle onto her right ring finger, where it barely fit past her knuckle. A ring for the love of his life adorning the finger of another to appease the horrors he inflicted onto her.

“It says ‘to the love of my life’,” she murmured, turning her hand this way and that to let the ring catch onto snatches of light. “It’s a little too small, but it’s perfect.” 

Her smile brought equal parts relief and grief to him. But, he covered it up with his signature lackaidasal grin, chain earring brushing his cheek when he leaned forward to give her a perfunctory peck on her cheek. “I’m sorry I let my anger get the best of me.”

Ichika shook her head, and though his fingers had dug deep into her skin, there were barely any marks around her neck. His perversion forever hidden from the light. “You’re a fucking menance, Shuji,” her smile fractured slightly in the corners, “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He retraced the column of her throat, the warmth of his touch setting off curlicues of yearning straight into her soul. “Shuji, do you love me?” 

Why don’t you ever tell me you love me? 

Unprompted, that morose question in the sweet cadence of your voice flashed through his mind. Rendering him mute with misery. I’m so sorry, Y/N… I’m so weak. 

“Don’t tell her about us,” was his reply to her uncomfortably vulnerable question. “And do not let word of your pregnancy reach others, okay?” Those golden hued orbs took on a sheen of firmness that left her with barely any doubt that Shuji’s hands around her throat was just a precursor to the true punishment should she step out of line. “You know what’s at stake if it does.” 

She swallowed hard. It’s not fair. While Ichika kept him like an oath, he kept her as a secret, never to be seen in broad daylight. Didn’t she always tell herself that the life of a mistress was a sad one? Her luck was that she would never love the man who owned her heart, body and soul no matter how much it pained her that you were in the spot she so rightfully deserved. 

“I’ll be in the city settling business, but I’ll call you when I’m free,” he murmured, giving her a weary smile. 

Idiot. You fucking idiot. 

What kind of man was he that he could not make a decision and choose the woman he loved? Ichika was nothing but a burden to him, and yet, the knowledge that she was carrying his child—willingly wanting to hold onto a piece of him no matter how it hurt her—turned his resolve upside down. I’m a fool.

But, when she nuzzled her face into his neck and wished him a safe drive back, he could do nothing but hope that wherever the pieces fell, it would not crush him. Or, you. 

I’m sorry, Y/N. The ring on her finger shone brightly, a telltale sign of his reluctant commitment to her; one that did not even fit right or sound like the truth when he said, “Take care of yourself.” 

She closed the door on him, departing one last smile, a gracious farewell that he did not deserve. Nor want. A bitter sense of self-loathing washed over him, borne from years of standing by the sidelines as his mother conceived and lost multiple babies; his father’s fists striking her abdomen, the children she cried over. His brothers and sisters who never got a chance to live.

If Ichika wanted to keep the baby and her promise to not expose him, who was he to refuse? 

Especially when the child belonged solely to him—and there was no mistaking that it did. One look into her lacrymose and earnest eyes would tell him enough of the truth. 

Fuck. He was a father. No matter how much he tried to tell himself that it was a smart choice—the humane one—Shuji could not shake off the feeling that what he did would be the last straw that would tilt the scale firmly towards the end of tragedy for his romance story. Firmly lodging itself someplace between foolish hope that you would never find out the truth and the excruciating idea that if you ever did, there was nothing he could do to assuage your righteous anger towards him.

The both of you had entered this world of marriage with a mutual understanding that you would never have his heart because he kept it hidden in the arms of another woman.

And now, there was so much more at stake than where his heart laid.

You. His wife.

Shuji could not afford to fuck up. He would need a solid plan to finally take Ichika out of his life for good. 

Before you would walk out of his life—for good.

You stared at the dimly-lit screen, gnawing on your lower lip. 

The sky was a steel grey, looming with swollen rain clouds. Of all the memories that remained in your fragile mind, the hatred of rain remained your biggest one. You shrank back under the awning of the hospital’s shade, fiddling with your phone. 

Should I call him? 

The scathing inner voice scoffed. And say what? You miss him? You know he’s on a mission so why even bother. 

Standing outside of the hospital, your mind was a million miles away. Shuji would at least text you back to let you know when you could expect him to return but your phone was as silent as a grave. The thoughts would not give you a respite.

What if he’s hurt? Is he bleeding? Oh god—you gripped your phone tighter, stomach churning with anxiety. What if he’s dead?

You don’t get to ruminate on it long before a familiar luxury sedan draws up right in front of you. Echoing a scene from what felt like a lifetime ago, Chifuyu’s grin carved its way into your periphery and you barely had time to greet him when he got out of the car, dapper in a pressed suit and a single gold earring adorning his left lobe.

“Y/N. Hey.”

“Chifuyu,” you smiled, darting your gaze to the darkened interior of his car. “What brings you here?”

“Oh, yeah. Your father can’t come to see you today because some gang issues came up so he asked me to look out for you now that Hanma’s on a mission.” His sincerity left no room for your doubts, low voice a calming timber. Charmingly cocking his head to the side, Chifuyu gestured towards the car. “Do you want to go ahead with the doctor’s appointment or do you want to go out for some ice cream?”

You debated the options you had at your feet. On one hand, your father would be waiting for a progress update even if he couldn’t make it to this appointment—to see if your words rang true and he could rest his worries on the shoulders of a future heir. While on the other hand, dropping your duties for a day of fun with Chifuyu held a mighty appeal, and you waged war internally on these decisions.

Eventually, duty outweighed leisure and you nodded towards the hospital doors. “Will you please accompany me for my checkup?”

Chifuyu did not refuse and gestured for you to lead the way.

Inside the fluorescent office, the smell of bleach and antiseptic stung, and you had to breathe slowly to not trigger the sudden, irrational wave of nausea. Second to rain, you hated hospitals with a passion, their sterile and rigid walls too constricting and overbearing for someone of your timidity. 

The doctor stepped in after a few minutes, her kindly smile unwavering as she inquired about your health. You did your best to tell her the truth; how you were more tired lately and attributed it to your amnesia, the ache in your joints and the unpredictability of your sleep schedule. She jotted it down, and because Chifuyu was most likely aware of your situation after the fiasco at the L/N mansion, you made sure to meekly tell her you suspected you were pregnant.

It didn’t fully sink in to you how dangerous it was to play with Tomio’s trust and lead him on until the cool gel was smeared onto your belly. The silence highlighted your heavy breathing, and Chifuyu’s eyes on you were not helping your nerves in the least. You gulped down on your fear, mind racing a mile a minute.

What would you tell your father when the results came back and you did not have his heir?

Your death was signed on the dotted line with red ink, if that were the case. L/N Tomio would never forgive you and the punishment he held over your head would be multiplied by tenfold. You clutched the blanket tightly, eyes never leaving the grainy screen.

Intermittently, you would flicker your gaze towards the preoccupied doctor, trying to catalogue any change of emotion on her stony countenance. 

She flicked a switch and the room went silent. 

Anytime now, your sentence would be announced and you would have to face an even larger retribution. Chifuyu’s face was like the older doctor’s—solemn and unmoving. Waiting for the truth. 

Would he rat you out to Tomio? 

Would this man you thought of as a friend leak out your deepest secret to someone who had the power to hurt you? 

Your heart clenched and you almost choked on your spit. What would happen to Shuji? Your mind fell into a trap of fear and panic, inner turmoil loudly clanging for attention as you remained mute with apprehension. It was certain he would lose more than just four fingers—your husband may lose his whole hand and Kisaki’s trust. Toman’s support for him would be shaky at best, and he would fall from grace all because of your grave mistake in blurting out stupid, stupid lies—

A swooping sound filled your ringing ears. Loud and alien-like, it reminded you of holding your head for too long underwater till only your heartbeat was pounding in the forefront of your senses. You had no idea what that foreign noise was. 

“Oh. Hmm. Just as I thought. Well, Mrs. Hanma, it turns out there’s a huge reason for your sickness and fatigue… though I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you twice.”

The heavy pressure in the room lessened. Your chest, however, remained tight.

The curl of your tongue felt like it was caught on the roof of your mouth. You could barely speak; your thoughts colliding into a disbelieving stupor. This cannot be true. 

The world spun completely off its axis. You catalogued the doctor’s warm smile; the sound of Chifuyu’s short chuckle shattered in your mind like an interrupted melody. 

A shaky breath stumbled past your frozen lips, your mind fully blanking and not registering her next words. 

“Congratulations, Mrs. Hanma,” the doctor gestured to the screen and gave you a warm smile that did not touch your soul. 

“You’re four weeks pregnant.”

Ichika stared at the pile of paperwork, her mind a million miles away.

Ever since Shuji had left her apartment to be with you, her entire welfare was a mess; bags weighed heavily underneath her eyes, her lips were constantly drawn into a frown and there was something lackluster about her whole countenance. 

People were noticing—as they always did—and imparted some kindly concern for her wellbeing.

Are you sleeping enough, Ichika-chan? 

You should go and see a doctor.

Please drink more water. 

A hand slammed onto the desk, and she jolted, scrambling up from her seat to hastily bow when she noticed who it was. Kisaki’s beady eyes were narrowed, as if he were trying to examine her entire form with x-ray goggles. 

“Sir?” 

“I need you to schedule me this meeting with some Blood Phoenixes investors,” he paused, raking his eyes up and down her form. “You look terrible. Please fix yourself up; you’re the front receptionist for fuck’s sake.”

She bowed low, waiting for him to depart. He left her alone to her simmering thoughts, and she bit on her lower lip. 

As if her day could not get any worse, you arrived. 

Instantly, everyone shot up from their work desks, bowing low much to your quiet chagrin and you greeted them with polite nods and a soft good morning. 

Fucking bitch. Ickika put on a smile, bowing low the moment you approached the front desk. Your entire outfit put together would’ve cost her a week’s worth of rent, and she eyed the YSL coat hanging off your shoulders and how your milky pink gel manicured nails were nervously twisting your golden watch. 

“I’m sorry if this is so sudden, but is Shuji here? I need to speak to him.”

Before Ichika could open her mouth, Kisaki’s voice rebounded across the floor. “Y/N! Good to see you here.” The yakuza leader sauntered over to you, hands in his pockets and a faint smile on his odious face. “I’ll take over from here,” he announced to the other receptionists and Ichika bowed low once more for the both of you. 

You were ushered away by Toman’s top brass in a matter of seconds, away from the brunette’s fallen expression. 

“You look well,” Kisaki praised you loudly. “And you’re glowing, too. Shuji must be treating you right, huh?” 

Glowing. Ichika’s stomach turned. It reminded her of the predicament she put herself in. Speak of the devil. Her phone vibrated and she read his message in one quick glance. 

My Shuji 🖤: We need to get you to the doctor. I have to see how far along you are.

The pretty secretary clicked her phone shut, running a hand down her face. Exhaustion was spelled out on every crevice of her countenance, and she almost did not hear someone speaking to her.

“Ichika-chan, do you have the—are you alright?” 

She wanted to open her eyes and retort, but a chilling voice spoke again. Your presence back to haunt her. 

“Could you please speak to Shuji-san and free up his time later this afternoon?” Despite her reservations, Ichika got up and bowed uneasily to you.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but Shuj—Hanma-san—” she corrected herself quickly, “—Is on a mission right now.”

Her little blip drew your complete silence. Mari, the new receptionist, had also overheard her slip of tongue and stared wide-eyed at the two women. Tension swirled around both your forms, thick enough that one could slice it through with a butter knife. The look on your face was easy enough to decipher. Since when is this woman so casually acquainted with my husband to use his real name?

Ichika rushed to cover her tracks. “My apologies for appearing so casual, ma’am,” she bowed deeply again and straightened. “I have worked with Hanma-san for a few years now, but that is no excuse for me to refer to him in such an easy way. Please, forgive me for any misunderstandings.”

You took a second to let her explanation sink in. Softening, you nodded. “It is not an issue.”

Stupid bitch. Ichika kept her smile plastered on though her thoughts were swimming with vitriol. 

“Regardless, do let Hanma-san know that I requested him urgently, thank you.” You turned on your back, red-bottomed heels clacking on the floor. Rushes of clothes and loud scraping sounds from chairs pushing back hastily greeted your departing figure, every Tamakaro employee bowing in your direction until the elevator doors closed on you.

“Y/N-san is so nice,” Mari enthused, the moment Ichika sat back down. Leaning forward as if to conspire with her, the air-headed receptionist bubbled, “I heard how smitten Hanma-san is with her. They just recently got back from Kanagawa and she’s glowing. Rumors are going around that she’s pregnant.”

Ichika’s heart dropped right to her ass. 

Pregnant? Her entire expression was leached of color and Mari noticed. “I-Ichika-chan. Are you alright—”

“Cover for me,” she briskly stood up, gripping her purse and slinging it over her shoulder. “I need to check on something, okay?” 

“Ichika—”

The brunette did not heed her cries. Spinning on her heel, she shot a quick text to Shuji, calling for the elevator.

Can we do it another day? I’m not feeling so good.

Stepping into the enclosed space, she waited until the doors closed before sagging against the cool wall. 

There was no denying what her two eyes saw. The lustrous color of your hair, the health on your cheeks and the shine of your smile spoke volumes to how well her boyfriend was treating you. 

Ichika had suspected for a while that a shift had taken place in your marriage, though she was hesitant to bring this up with Shuji. What could she say? Whatever Shuji did with you behind closed doors was none of her business—no matter how much her heart was bleeding for it to be concerning her.

Some nights, she fell asleep thinking about how different life would be if she was truly carrying his child. Ichika had seen it in how Shuji’s eyes softened at the idea of having a family. The silent yearning that stretched from the tips of his long fingers that rubbed the soft of her belly hours after he had nearly strangled her, in quiet awe of the perceived life he cultivated in another woman’s body. He would have made a great father to her babies.

The pretty secretary swallowed down on her tears, cursing your name again. Why couldn’t she be someone of your power and status? Why did fate have to dole out an unfair hand just for the pleasure of watching her struggle every single day for recognition—for a place to lay her head and find a nook of belonging? You must know how much you ruined her life. You must know that.

And once again, fate taunted her with the life she could not have when she ran into Shuji himself in the main lobby, just minutes after you had left.  

Ichika still had a part to play in front of society and Kisaki’s people, despite her current status as Shuji’s mistress. Though the entire office floor probably knew of their affairs, as judging from their open mouth gapes at Toman’s second striding purposefully towards her, they dared not raise a single complaint or suggestion. 

The hand tattooed with ‘Sin’ gripped her free hand, and he bent forward, expression unreadable. “Follow me. Now.” 

This was out of line for Shuji’s character. The man who insisted they never interact in broad daylight was cocking his eyebrow in her direction, obstinately waiting for her to respond to his instruction. Looking for the world, completely familiar with her when they were not supposed to have any other relationship beyond the stipulated boss-employee one. 

She cast a look towards a bellboy hovering at the side, who was steadfastly staring at the grainy patterns of a painting hanging on the opposite wall, trying to seem inconspicuous. Cowards. Was there no decent person she could rely upon within this miserable organization? 

“Sir—” she pried her hand back from his grasp, smoothing the front of her skirt with a palpable nervous unease. “May I ask where we’re going?” 

In answer, Shuji shot his brilliant golden gaze onto the poor minimum wage worker, who visibly shrunk away from the tenacity of his unbridled anger. “Tell whoever the fuck runs the day-to-day operations that I have business with Miss Harumi.”

The greasy-haired man was all too eager to remove the force of his almost mythical superior’s stare upon him and nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, sir.”

I am dead. Ichika had never hated the universe with such vitriol like she did in this instance.

This grotesque, emotionally exhausting game of Russian Roulette that she willingly participated in had brought the smoking gun closer and closer toward her direction after every agonizing round. Your accident. The gala. Shuji’s fallout with your father. Kanagawa. 

The smell of blood and rusty tang in the air was too hard to ignore with the gun getting closer towards her vulnerable forehead. 

Many fearsome men perceived Hanma Shuji to be an emotionless menace; hell bent on destroying the world from top to bottom if it meant he could savour the thrill of it as it fell into ashes around him. 

But, the real Hanma—the one that Ichika was intimately acquainted with—was more nuanced than they gave him credit for. Hanma Shuji would kill, maim and torment if it served the right person.

Where does his real allegiance lie? The woman who had warmed his bed for months even during his marriage—the one he told he would not live without in a drunken stupor after his marriage to you was announced—was not able to read his mind. 

Twisted as it was, Ichika wanted to goad Shuji. Push him to answer the real questions that seized her mind unfairly every single night.

Do you love me? 

Do you love her? 

Who do you love? 

Instead, she kept her peace and stood up. Following Shuji towards the elevator, not even a single gust of breath could be heard in the vicinity. Every eye was on them—wide gazes, parted mouths. It was like they were witnessing a god and mortal interact for the first time. And wouldn’t it be similar, Ichika thought humorlessly. Hanma was far more important compared to her, and for him to taint his presence with the likes of her outside of the bedroom—outside of her apartment—spoke intense volumes towards his headspace.

Like a lamb cajoled straight to the slaughterhouse, she obediently followed him down the well-worn pathway. Only when he led her to the hotel’s premium parking did she get antsy.

“Shu, where are we going?” 

His answer was pulling open the passenger door for her. Despite every nerve screaming in the young woman’s mind to not blindly follow him down a trail she was not familiar with, there was nothing she could do to defy him. Shuji would just take what he wanted—never caring for her concerns or hesitations.

Hanma slammed the door of his Spyder shut when he slid into the driver's seat, jaw taut and knuckles white on the steering wheel. “I need you to be truthful with me.”

The anger dancing in his tone was what made her stop short, every excuse and justification she wanted to spill out coming to a screeching halt. 

Shuji flickered his golden eyes to her, not giving her a moment to prepare herself for the blow his next question left on her heart. 

“Are you pregnant with another man’s child?” 

Ichika felt like someone reached right into the cavern of her bleeding heart and squeezed it in a death grip. “N-no,” she murmured, unable to keep steady eye contact with her. “It’s yours.” 

Never mind that her womb was empty of his seed. Never mind that she was spewing out lie after lie. What mattered was that she would still have him by the end of the day.

Shuji closed his eyes, momentarily leaving her stunned and uneasy from his countenance. 

“Baby. You’re scaring me. What’s going on?” 

Again, silence greeted her. The sportscar lurched out from its bay and she scrambled to put on her seatbelt before the unthinkable could happen. Her lover was not in the right state of mind, as evident when he pushed the speedometer to a 120mph on a relatively busy highway. Ichika conspicuously removed her phone, but Hanma’s hand on her thigh stilled her.

“Forget it,” his jaw ticked. “Don’t even think of calling someone right now. We’re heading to the hospital.”

What defines true fear? 

Was it staring into the mouth of the beast? Or having the nozzle of a gun that was sure to go off trailing right in front of your face? 

Many people would say they were intrinsically scared of heights or spiders which remained the natural order of the world—for humans to be terrified of the things that they could not control, as irrational as it was. 

Ichika thought she might’ve developed a fear for flashing lights over gold surfaces. It reminded her too much of the anger in Shuji’s eyes when he finally lifted his gaze from her and onto the road ahead.

“Shu—”

“Don’t speak until I get the doctor’s confirmation.” The shocking aureate gleam stunned her into a disquiet. “I want to know if you’re telling me the truth.” 

And so, she didn’t. Glueing her mouth shut from the despairing words she wanted to convey, Ichika remained as deadened as a statue beside him; going through the motions of entering antiseptic smelling halls, past friendly nurses and through hospital screens.

She couldn’t run. Nor, did she sense Shuji would let her.

He played the part of her concerned lover well. Intermittently, he would reach for her hand, squeezing it in a way that appeared heartfelt enough for the elderly doctor to treat them but only she could tell how much her knuckles were starting to hurt from his bruising grip. She was one of the best in the district, as far as Shuji could tell. Every expectant wife of an important man went to her. Soon, Y/N will, too, was what Shuji was probably thinking. 

God, even in a time like this, she could not shake off her hatred for you. 

Though the doctor’s smile faltered when she saw his name listed next to Ichika’s in the report, she resumed her professional countenance as if nothing was amiss.

“So, Mrs…”

“—Hanma.” Ichika interrupted and took a deep breath. “I’m Mrs. Hanma.”

She did not dare look at Shuji’s face less she chicken out and admit to this clueless third party her entire ploy for wrecking his marriage. The corner of the doctor’s lips twitched—and was it her bad hearing or did the older woman mutter the word ploygamy underneath her breath? 

Strange. 

Ichika remained rooted to the plush medical chair, unable to stop the trained OBGYN from spreading the cool gel across her belly. Or, to control whether Shuji was staring intently at the monitor screen, trying to pick up on the thread of lies she weaved around her unfortunate form. 

Suddenly, the fear of flashing gold surfaces played behind her closed lids. 

Time froze. The progressive echoing silence in the room could’ve shattered her ears.

“I… I’m sorry, Mrs. Hanma. But, the scans are coming back empty.” 

Ichika swore she heard Shuji’s patience and civility snap.

The older woman trailed her uncertain expression towards her livid “husband” who did not hide his fury at her insolence, gnashing his jaw and shaking his head. Pure rage seeped onto his delicate features, a promise of retribution the moment they were free from the presence of passerbys. 

Her fingers had lost their feeling, breath lodged in her throat. The lack of air struck her with dizzying speed.  

The old hag is gloating at me, poisonous fumes laced her thoughts. She is thrilled that my boyfriend wants to kill me. 

Whatever else could such a vile woman be thinking when instead of offering condolences, her fushia-tinted lips tightened into a line and she uttered: 

“I’m sorry to get yours and your husband’s hopes up…” At least the bitch had some sincerity to hesitate, though her next words left little to be relieved over. 

“But you’re not pregnant, Mrs. Hanma.”

“Watch out, mama,” Chifuyu scolded, grabbing onto your hand to steady you from side-stepping off the curb.

Your giggles rebounded back in bright peals, a silly smile on your face, and his strict facade fractured. “Hey, guzzler. Quit acting like you’re dancing on the moon.”

“I could be,” you retorted back, giving him a smile that unwittingly brought heat suffusing across his face. He coughed and darted his eyes away from your shimmering figure, preferring to stare at his dress shoes. 

Gruffly, he crossed his arms. “I just don’t want to explain to Shuji if you break something.”

“I won’t!” you enthused, crossing your heart like a schoolgirl making a promise for the first time, your smile deepening. “I swear.” 

The corners of his lips twitched and he ran a hand through his dark hair, stopping short of his undercut. Faraway, somewhere in your mind, you realized you were acting like a child in front of  a member of Toman and instantly sobered, not wanting him to judge you wrongly. But, Chifuyu did not utter a disparaging remark, understanding the apex of your happiness.

“Are you telling him?” 

You nodded emphatically. The shine of your features, the curve of your eyebrows rising put the bright sun and cloudless blue sky to shame. Glowing in your effervescent light, Chifuyu was the poor, stunned soul who bore witness to your bubbling nod. “Of course. My husband will be so happy.” 

A flicker of darkness rolled over those crystal eyes, though it disappeared when you availed to look closer. “Oh, yeah. Hanma-san has always wanted a child.” 

The bitter afternote in his tone went by unnoticed and you chuckled, reaching froward boldly and squeezing his shoulder. In your most serious tone, you departed your next words, the hint of warning underneath them hard to miss. “Matsuno Chifuyu. Do not tell him first, alright? This good news needs to come from me.” 

Wide-eyed, Chifuyu took a half-step back. “S-sure. Of course. I would never dream of it.”

Unaffected by the tremor of his disturbance, you dropped your hand, resuming your carefree disposition once again. The Toman founder drove you home after stopping by for ice-cream, the both of you speaking about mundane niceties while such simmering happiness you harbored in the OGBYN’s room buoyed you back into the penthouse as if you were floating on air. You discarded your heels in favour for comfortable house shoes, musing that in a few months time, you would not be able to carry yourself on those spine-thin shoes anymore.

Stomach rumbling, you reached for a chipped pot and Shuji’s secret stash of Mac & Cheese, drooling when the smell from the neon yellow artificial goop reached your nose. You ate as you danced around the penthouse, filling your tummy and soul with more happiness as you patiently waited for Shuji to come home. 

He should be here any second. 

His name rang in your mind, and the threads that bound you to his soul tugged with fierce yearning. As if summoned by you, your phone rang, and your husband’s name was a welcome respite. 

“Hello?” you answered after the first ring.

“Baby.” The grey from cumulonimbus clouds which stood a little far off to your persistent excitement parted, revealing the severity of how deeply you had missed Shuji. “You good?” 

“Shu!” you set the bowl of coagulated pasta and cheese down, gnawing on your bottom lip like a schoolgirl giddily speaking to her crush. “I miss you. When are you coming home?”

“Soon, doll, soon,” he chuckled. “I just have some unfinished business to wrap up then I’m going to bend you over the sofa and make you scream my name til’ you’re hoarse.”

Oh. You shifted from one foot to another, suddenly hot under the collar from your husband’s blatant filthy intentions. “Then, come home soon,” you flashed your eyes to the clock above the kitchen counter and in a voice barely above a whisper, you murmured, “I could really use a good scream.” 

Hanma paused, his silence stretched across the line. You pressed the phone harder to your ear, fighting off a grin. “Fuck. G’na have to stuff your pretty pussy soon, baby. Wait for me on the bed. Don’t even think of putting on a single stitch of clothing. I’m on my way home now.”

Your heart lurched, and you breathed out a yes, daddy knowing how easy it was to rile him up when that term left your loose lips. So intimately acquainted were you with Shuji’s reaction that you could predict the sharp gasp that reverberated across the call.

“You’re in so much trouble, princess.”

In a whisper of a teasing tone, you murmured, “I’m counting on it, my love.” 

His warm chuckle resounded that made you wish he were right here so you could plant endless kisses onto his sweet face. 

“I love you.” 

You softened at the inflection of tenderness in his voice. “I love you, too.” 

Ending the call, you perked up, and tentatively wrapped a hand around your belly, smiling wide. “I can’t wait for you to say ‘hello’ to your daddy, my little bean.”

The apples of your cheeks were starting to hurt, but you didn’t mind. Pain that was born from felicitous joy was preferable than trauma. You had never felt this free and happy before, and you danced around the penthouse, cleaning yourself up from the day and doing as Shuji said, waiting for him on the large, California King bed with just your perfume on, nervously counting down the minutes til he would be home.

At seven sharp, you heard the door downstairs opening. Heart in your throat, you arranged yourself atop the blankets, adjusting your diamond necklace and hair so it fell in more natural lines down your body which complimented your brazen, seductive position. Shuji’s heavy footsteps echoed up the stairs, every staccato beat bumping up your heart rate. It ceased right in front of your bedroom door. 

Biting on your lower lip to stop a smile from spreading, your efforts were futile when you heard his shaky breath. The door fell open, and Shuji’s familiar, dear face spread into a soft smile.

“Doll.” 

Like two jagged pieces reuniting once more, he fell into your arms, and you welcomed him into your embrace, inhaling his kisses with such desperation it would’ve been shameful if it was anybody else but your beloved husband who was here to witness it.

Shuji himself was barely composed. He nipped your lower lip, running his large hands up and down your bare back, his movements more tender than salacious as you wanted to believe. There was a gentleness that could not be denied when he breathed you in. The setting sun threw his amber eyes into a brilliant disarray, those sharp lines and bold smile touched with softness around the edges, filled with nothing but devotion when he spread your legs wider and settled in between them.

You did not get to mutter a single word, not when Shuji was stealing your every breath and half-formed sentence, determined to have his fill of you. The sound of metal clinking and falling to the floor, the rush of his clothes melting off his lean and toned body until summer warm skin was pressed to yours; his defined lines complimenting your soft curves. 

“I missed you,” he murmured against your lips. The sky outside could break into pieces and seas could take Tokyo under its rifts, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Not when his lips would not leave yours, his palms cradling your face like you were something delicate—something to be cherished.

You forced your lips to move, needing to convey the same level of desperation to show your equal devotion. “I missed you, too. I missed you so much, Shuji.”

The world tilted for a split second before you were upright once more, straddling his thighs. Strands of fluffy black-blonde hair fell in his face like dreamy waves, and you were entranced by the striking angularity and tenderness that co-mingled in such harmony on a face you loved with every fiber of your being. Your husband, your sweetheart. Your Shuji.

Would your baby have his eyes? Would they have his mischievous smirk—the same one on his face when you obediently lifted your hips and sank on his cock? They would have his smile, you were sure. You brought his hand up to rest on your belly, ‘sin’ starkly standing out on the soft planes of your curves, right where his baby was growing deep in you. 

 “Can feel you here,” your strained whisper had a double meaning. “You’re so deep in me.”

Shuji exhaled a laugh. “Yeah? I can go deeper—” a sharp thrust of his hips that caught your golden spot, making you gasp and toss your head back. Using your distractedness as a leverage, your husband started snapping his hips, taking pure glee in how your mouth fell open in an ‘O’ and there were already tears glossing in your eyes. You could do nothing but hold on as your husband set a brutal pace that had you clasping onto his shoulders for dear life.

He easily manoeuvred you into the seat of his lap, bouncing you up and down his thick cock and coaxing more of those sweet moans to spill from your slack mouth. Those large palms steadied your back from tilting behind, and your tangled fingers in his hair drew his amusement, especially when you tugged at the roots, face screwing up in pleasure.

“I’m g’na go bald because of you, baby,” he muttered, playfully biting your chin. “Tugging on my hair with that grip of yours.” 

Despite the deepened twining of your bodies, you exhaled a giggle, and Shuji’s gaze faltered. How could a heart like yours ever love one so corroded and evil like his? 

As if you sucked in the rays of the setting sun, your skin and hair shone, and Shuji thought there was little that could detract him from seeing you as nothing short of a goddess. 

His lips tangled with yours, the same moment your hips buckled and you released a short squeak—a telltale sign you were on the edge. I need to feel her cum. Shuji slotted a hand between your bodies, letting you grind your aching clit on his fingers as your movements stuttered and faltered.

“S-Shu—oh!” 

You bit down on his shoulder, riding out your orgasm, muffled moans of his name reaching his heated ears. God, he had been so blind. How did it take an impending tragedy to open his eyes to how much he needed you?

If he imagined a life without you—your sweet smile, your crinkled eyes, the innocent and open way you loved without conditions—Shuji thought he could cry. 

“I love you.” How paltry. Those three words could barely encompass his whole feelings, but it was worth a shot. “I love you. You know that right, Y/N?” 

You nodded in your fucked-out haze, pinning your swimming eyes on him. He picked up your hand, pressing a kiss to your wedding ring, the same one that was a twin design on his own finger. A silver band, simple and sturdy in both its strength of joining the two of you together for years to come. 

A life to be truly free with you.

Shuji kissed your hard as he came, his hips stuttering and drawing out another smaller release from you; both your bodies falling onto the bed while you perched two hands on his chest, riding out your second orgasm to fulfilment before your strength disappeared. You fell into his waiting embrace. Short, labored breaths were loud in the room; strong arms vining around your fragile frame, holding you close to his heart.

It was the perfect time. 

“Shu?” your soft voice knocked him back to reality and he hummed, kissing your sweaty forehead.

“Yeah, doll?” 

You nuzzled the warm, golden skin just right above the tattoo dedicated to his mother, sighing in contentment. “Y’know when you told me to call you daddy? Mhm… s’turns out you’re right. You’re gonna be a real daddy soon.” 

Shuji froze for a split second, and he lifted your sleepy face up, searching your expression for a shred of a lie. “Doll? Are you serious?” 

There was not a single line of duplicity in your sweet, glowing countenance. The truth screamed loudly from every loving pore of your body. “Yes.” Taking his hand once more and pressing it to your belly, you sighed in contentment. “The OBGYN at St. Luke’s confirmed it. We’re gonna be parents.”

A choked sound that was a cross between a laugh and a sob. Shuji wrapped his arms around you, and drew you impossibly close to heart, your entire body flush with his. “I love you,” he whispered, kissing your hair and your forehead. “I love you. I am so happy.”

You dared not shatter the peace, wide-eyed at his exuberant reaction. “Y-you are?” 

“I am,” he hummed, massaging your hip to show you how earnest he was. “I am so happy. I want to do this with you, doll.” 

A weight you had not noticed on your shoulders lifted. You could breathe easier. “I thought you would be angry.”

“Angry? Never. I would never be angry at you, doll.”

“Oh,” you deflated and shot him a brilliant smile. “I must admit, I didn’t know I was pregnant. It’s not like I was having the normal symptoms.” 

He eased out from your embrace shortly to scoot down and kiss your belly. “Hey, you little nuisance. How come you’re so quiet, hmm? Your mommy barely felt anything.”

You laughed at his mock teasing tone, threading your fingers through his fluffy hair. He’s already playing the part of a goofy daddy. “I did feel a little nauseous during Kanagawa, but I thought it was because of the sea air.” 

Shuji hummed, kissing your soft curves once more, making you giggle. “Any cravings, my love?” 

Thinking hard, you purse your lips. “I guess… Mac ‘n’ Cheese.”

If a laugh could embody such warmth, it would be Shuji’s short burst of a giggle. “Shit, I should’ve known. I’ll take you to Italy one day for a family trip so you can have the best Western food there, baby. It’ll just be us and our lil’ troublemaker.” His voice caught and you were quick enough to catch him wiping a tear away. “Fuck. I can’t believe that we’re doing this. I can’t believe we’re parents now.” 

Something about the split faltering of his emotions made you hold his face, nudging him up so you could look him in his red-rimmed eyes. The pads of your thumb smoothed his cheekbones, and you were staring at him with such tenderness and love, that Shuji swore he was a hair’s breadth away from telling you the entire truth. 

But, his tongue caught and his wide eyes studied how you traced the curve of his lip, your own eyes hazy and lovestruck. “You’re the only man I trust, you know that, Shuji?” Your words, innocent and soft spoken, cut him like a knife. “I’m so blessed to have you as my husband.” 

You met his gaze, flooring him with how open and honest your expression was. 

“From now on, it’ll just be me, you and our little bean.”

Shuji’s heart churned with guilt like the black waves of an uneasy sea about to encounter a huge thunderstorm. The curve of your brow, the lift of your smile, it made him question every single action he had committed, the horror he put you through and how you could forgive him so easily. 

Ichika… he had to end it with her. At first, he had his hands tied in making a choice, but now, it could not be any clearer.

Shuji wanted you. He wanted a family with you.

He had made his decision.

“Yes,” he murmured, wishing with all his heart that he could rewrite his past and give himself a chance to fall in love with you the right way. Without causing you pain, hurt or despair. 

He wanted nothing more than to start anew, past these treacherous mountains that constantly loomed in his mind’s eye to the sufferings he piled on you. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N. Let me fix this… once and for all. 

“Yes,” Shuji’s voice almost broke off at the end. “It’s just going to be us and our little baby from now on.”

Ever since you had made the announcement to your husband and showed him the soft copy of your ultrasound scan, his whole demeanor shifted implicitly. 

He was clingier. More caring.

It was a stark change to how he had first treated you after your accident. 

Little by little, you noticed it in his gestures; the boxes of Mac ‘n’ Cheese placed on a lower shelf so you didn’t have to climb up the kitchen counter to get it, more vegetables in the chiller, and nausea pills popping up beside the porcelain bathtub, on your side table and even in your purse as the symptoms progressed. As if your little bean was waiting for the world to acknowledge him or her before making a huge splash, the signs of pregnancy started getting worse.

You couldn’t even lie in bed for more than five minutes without bolting to the toilet, heaving down last night’s dinner. Through it all, Shuji was there for you, holding your hair back, and whispering words of encouragement. 

“So beautiful,” he would murmur while holding your exhausted body close to his, never mind that you had puked your entire breakfast up again just an hour ago. “You’re so beautiful and strong, my darling.”

Where once you would not even see your husband for hours on end, he was home more often. If he had work to do, he would send one of his trusted men to watch over you while he handled Toman’s affairs for Kisaki, always with the promise that he would come home safe and sound.

One day, you reached for his hand before the door could close, a tremor in your lower lip. Another mood swing. Shuji was cognizant of your shifting emotions like a pendulum, and rather than making fun of you like you believed he would, your husband would calm you down with a soft touch, a reassuring word. “I’ll come home at seven today and make you some sukiyaki. The one without mirin. Okay?” 

He kissed the top of your head and you sniffled, tears rushing down your face. “I-I know. But, I-I can’t help and worry, Shu. It’s so dangerous out there.”

His arms tightened around you. Just a few days ago, you received news that one of your father’s warehouses was raided by the police and they brought in a few of the Blood Phoenixes underlings. Luckily, those poor men were not top brass, and they were imprisoned for two years with the reality that once they were released, they had to resume their duties to your father again. 

“I’ll make today quick, doll. Okay? Tonight, I wanna cuddle you to death.” If any outsider were to see the Hanma Shuji pucker his lips and make a kissy face at you until you laughed, they would consider if their morning coffee was spiked with a hallucinogen. But, Shuji did just that and you pushed his face away, giggling softly. 

“Okay. Okay. Come home soon, yeah?” 

He nodded, and got onto one knee, levelling his face with your belly. “Daddy has to go to work now, but you take care of mommy, okay? I love you both so, so, so much!” he giggled, leaving loud, theatrical kisses on your relatively flat belly that tickled. “Mwah, mwah, mwah.” Shuji rose to his feet and leaned down to peck your parted lips for one last time. “And for mommy—mwah. I love you.” 

Your cheeks were warm and you batted his shoulder, biting down on a brilliant grin. “Go, you menace. Kisaki will scold you if you show up late.”

He gave you one last smile and you closed the door behind him with a wave. 

Menace. You patted your belly, loving how soft it felt underneath your palm, as if your body was preparing to make itself the most comfortable stay for your little bean. You sighed happily and proceeded to rest on the couch. Ever since you had told Shuji about your pregnancy, he was adamant on not having you up on your feet for too long. 

Meal times were relegated to the chefs preparing fresh food for you, healthy breakfasts became the norm though you were allowed to indulge in Mac ‘n’ Cheese once in awhile to satiate your cravings. “Your daddy is an evil man,” you fondly muttered to your belly. “He won’t even let me eat a whole pack of chocolate chip cookies. Says I can only have five—max. Do you agree that he’s so wicked, Shusei?”

You had no idea when you started giving your baby that name, but it made sense. It held a piece of Shuji in it and the whole meaning of ‘Shusei’ was “soul-bond”. This baby was the bridge between you and Shuji—a child once made from convenience and now fostered with love. A perfect choice. 

The doorbell rang, and you stood back up to get it, thinking it was one of the chefs. But, when it swung open, you were momentarily stunned to find Chifuyu on the other end.

“Hey, Guzzler. Looking glowy.” 

“Fuyu,” your shock melted into friendly delight. “Hey. What’re you doing here?” 

“Shuji-san sent me to watch over you today. Iroto is overseeing a warehouse delivery.” 

You welcomed your friend in, and he swiveled around to take in your space. “Nice crib. Shuji designed it?” Your mouth opened to answer, but you found you could not remember. Whose house was this, anyway? You had no idea if the modernist greys and sleek whites were from your designing touches or Shuji’s and you clamped up, unsure of what to say.

Chifuyu noticed your silence, and he nudged you gently. “Hey, you good? You zoned out there for a bit.”

“I… I don’t remember,” you murmured, suddenly embarrassed. “Most of my memories are still not back.”

Hearing that, the dark-haired Toman member frowned. “But, it’s been months. Surely you can remember some things?”

You rummaged in the fault of your memories and came back empty, besides a few impressions and still images that did not make sense in the whole picture. “I can remember my home. My father’s house, I mean. The coordinates. Um, some bits about the lessons I had before I married. Mostly my tou-san and snippets of some men who were always at our house. I… I’m still drawing a blank on Shuji, though.”

Something perturbed the other man. You could tell. His jaw ticked and he darted his gaze away. “Maybe it’s best if you don’t remember.” 

That got your attention. You wanted to ask him what he meant when Chifuyu’s phone beeped, and he fished it from his pocket, frowning at the screen. “Hey. Sorry about this. I know I just arrived, but there’s an emergency down in Odaiba. Something about a potential police raid.” Your face blanched. Shuji.

Gathering your composure, you nodded. “Of course. You go ahead. I’ll lock up and tell Shuji what happened.”

Chifuyu grimaced, raking his eyes up and down your form. “It may take a few days for us to settle this. You sure you’ll be okay? Shuji may not be home for close to a week.”

Your heart fell right into your stomach, but you were trained to never show emotions so readily on your face. Instead, you hid your concern and disappointment at not seeing your husband for a considerable time behind a neutral smile. “I’ll be fine, Chifuyu. It’s only a few short days. Tell Shuji I’ll be okay and that I can handle myself.”

His crystal eyes flashed, and you could hear the cogs in his head turning. “In any case, the only ones to know of your pregnancy is me, Shuji and your father’s closest men. No one knows just yet—not even Kisaki. Stay safe, okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.” 

Chifuyu left, taking with you the last shred of your composure which disintegrated the moment the door closed. The tears you held back—the concern you had for your husband—drip down your cheeks. 

Never would you have anticipated to feel such worry over your husband. It was not just the fact that he could be hurt, but you had another factor to add into the mix now. Your baby. I couldn't live with myself if Shuji got hurt and Shusei did not have a father. You ardently wished history would not repeat itself. All you wanted was to make sure your beloved baby got the love he or she deserved from two present, well-adjusted parents. 

Something you never did have. Something Shuji did not have. 

Everything you hoped your sweet child would have so readily, without needing to fight for it. 

Shuji… please, be safe. You started to sob quietly. Come back home to me and Shusei soon. 

“It’s over.”

For the second time in a few weeks, Shuji was trying to break it off with Ichika. The other woman was not crying or sobbing as she did the last time she found herself in the same predicament. 

Her brown eyes were crystal clear and her countenance free of clouds, Ichika looked more… refreshed. As if she did not lie to the second most notorious man in Japan. As if she did not try to deceive him and ruin his marriage with his beloved wife. Shuji mimicked her cool facade and lifted a brow. “Well, that was easy. You can keep everything I’ve gifted you… or not. Whatever you want to do. But, it’s over, Ichika. Y/N is the one I want.”

The tiniest of fissures cracked across on her porcelain perfect face. “Even the diamond necklace?” 

Honestly, Shuji could not give a damn about whatever bits and bobs he had bought for her in the heat of the moment. All he wanted was to wrap this up and return to your side to care for you and the baby. In answer to her ludicrous question, he shrugged. “Sure. Up to you.” 

When Ichika did not reply, Shuji paused. Taking in her countenance. Harumi Ichika was a beautiful woman; there would be little doubt that another man would take a fancy to her and fill in his shoes. If she played her cards right, she may even end up with someone with deeper pockets. It was the least he could wish for his ex-girlfriend in hopes to assuage his guilt for destroying her. 

“Well… I guess this is it. Have a good life, Ichika.”

He made to turn, but her soft voice stopped him. “At least tell me why you’re leaving me so cruelly.” Her voice tremored and he mentalluy cringed. Please, don’t make her throw a fit right here. 

Shuji didn’t bother turning around to face her. Partly to keep his expression hidden and another part because a liar such as herself didn’t deserve it. “My wife is pregnant. We’re about to be a family and I want to take care of her. Please, don’t contact me anymore. It’s truly over between us.”

Ichika curled her hand over the doorway to her little apartment, letting her face fall. So, the rumours were true. Apathy and bitter injustice curdled in her veins. Why did you deserve to live the life she wanted? Why was it you that had a the privilege to call him yours? 

Pregnant. Ichika could’ve puked. If that were the case, she wished you every ounce of good luck. You would need it. Shuji truly was such a cruel man. And the young woman had seen many a brutal bastard in her lifetime. Let that bitch handle him, she spat with vitriol inwardly. Let her see for herself how inhumane he can be. 

Outwardly, she did not argue with him. “Of course. Have a good life, Shuji.”

If it wasn’t for the minute tremble in her voice, Toman’s second would have thought she was planning bloody murder. A show of emotion was always good—it meant that a person was coming to terms with their pain and would not retaliate. Shuji needed complete subservience to ensure she would never harm you. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, back still turned. “I wish you the same. Goodbye, Ichika.” 

She did not answer. And he did not push for a response. Walking away from his once safe space to start a new life with the only person who mattered. 

The door closed behind him, locking with finality. 

“What do you want to name our baby?” 

Shuji’s voice over the phone, laced with nicotine and a little bit of the whiskey he drank to keep himself awake in Toman’s headquarters could never quite get him heady compared to your sweet giggle.

“Don’t you have to leave soon?” you scolded lightly over the phone. Amber eyes glanced at his watch. Five more minutes. Never enough time to hear about you and your day.

“Yeah,” he murmured, “But, I still want to hear your pretty voice. So, keep talking, darlin’.”

He could sense you rolling your eyes from the other end of the line, and he grinned, uncaring that anyone passing by would see the great Reaper of souls smiling like a love-sick idiot. His wife has the key to his calmness, they would whisper. Let them. They were right. 

“Hmm,” you paused, and it was easy to imagine your sweet face scrunching up in thought. “Shusei. I love that name.”

If Shuji’s heart was out of his body for the world to see, it would be jumping in the air and spinning a cartwheel. Taming the emotion in his voice was hard to do, but he managed to put a lid on his overflowing gratitude that you were the one he was doing this with, exhaling a short laugh. “Shusei, huh? After me, doll?” 

“Yeah,” your shy admittance stole his breath. “A little baby boy with your eyes. Shusei. I think that’s fitting. It means—”

“—Soul bond,” he finished for you, a lump in his throat. “I know, doll.”

He had never known a silence to be so tender. Where he came from, every stretch of quiet was a waiting game for a night full of terrors and screams. Broken noses, scarred skin. Moans thumping around the small bedroom and his mother’s glossy-eyed stare the morning after, more cheap concealer patching the bruises around her eyes and the bite marks on her throat. 

“Come back home soon,” your small voice ignited such a strong desire to see you that he almost spun on his heel to return back to your side. “We both miss you, Daddy.”

“I miss you both, too,” he mumbled, staring at his watch. His five minutes was up. “I’ll see you in a few days time, yeah? G’na be thinking of you and baby Shusei.” 

“Okay,” a rustle and the sound of your lips pressing to the receiver. “Mwah. I love you, Shuji.”

He resisted the urge to giggle like a fool. “I love you, too.”

“Say mwah,” he could practically hear your pout from where he was. “Say it or else I won’t sleep well tonight, Shu.” 

What a menace his wife was. Truly, she was the epitome of a true Mrs. Hanma. “Fine. Mwah. I love you, baby. Give Shusei a kiss for me.”

You ended the call with another loud smooch and he chuckled, not noticing Kisaki standing by the doorway, a knowing smile on his face. Shuji bristled and narrowed his eyes in irritation, already knowing what Tetta would say. 

“The wife all happy and loved up?” 

“Shut up,” Shuji mumbled, tossing his phone onto his desk and loosening his tie. “I know you’re here to gloat.”

Kisaki shook his head, that stupid knowing smirk still on his ugly mug. “Just here to say I told you so. Y/N is a good choice for you, Shuji. She balances you out.” For the first time, Hanma hated that his friend and leader was right. 

“Yeah, yeah. Yin and yang and all that bullshit. You’re such a smug son of a bitch, Tetta.”

“Am I wrong, though?” his blue eyes sparkled in amusement. “You do not know how lucky you are to have Y/N as a wife. I’ve heard many gang princesses are not as nice or as patient as she is.”

Shuji’s stomach turned. News in their world of prissy wives demanding for retribution on their husbands from their powerful yakuza families was few and far between, but they existed. Part of it was the reason why he kept away from you was due to your father’s status. The idea made him shudder and thank every deity that you were not of the revenge type. 

“She’s a good woman,” Kisaki hummed, interrupting Shuji’s thoughts. “Don’t fuck it up with her, Shuji.” 

The tall, golden eyed man rolled his eyes. “Hard not to when I’ve knocked her up already, Tetta.” He could tell Kisaki was not anticipating such news. Cold, diamond eyes widened, hardened and softened at the same time.

“Good. That is good news. Now, shall we get the meeting going so we can return home sooner?” To our families. Tetta didn’t have to speak that last part for Shuji to hear it.  

He cracked his neck, plastering on his signature, wide and unnerving grin—the foreboding Reaper, ready to start killing with efficiency. “Let’s do it.”

Anything he could do to get home to you and his baby quick enough. 

With your hair washed, your body completely squeaky clean and dinner cooling on the stove, the only thing missing to complete your night was a glass of red wine. 

But, alas, you could not do that because of one, very important person. 

Your lips stretched into a fond grin and you danced a little in one spot, overwhelmed with happiness. Patting your stomach, you cooed at your baby. “Shusei? How’re you feeling? You’re so awfully quiet in there, y’know. You didn’t even make mommy go to the toilet once today.” 

The moment those words left your lips, you felt a little shiver running down your spine. 

Is my baby okay? You spread your palm over the soft of your belly, closing your eyes and trying to feel your darling angel. There was a minute movement, and your breath hitched. Though it was far too early to tell if the baby was all clear, it was in that slight twitch that you held faith. Shusei will be fine. 

Mindlessly, you hummed a tune, one that was unfamiliar, and you wracked your memories for the name of the song. Slightly frustrated, you tried keying snatches of lyrics, and the only thing that came to mind was you’re all I’ve ever known…

A-ha! You found the song, and clicked on it in Spotify. 

A rich tenor filled your penthouse, and your eyes filled up with tears. Of course. This was your wedding song. The one that played for your first dance with Shuji. But… why did it leave you with such profound sadness? It did not make any sense and you let the lyrics fall around you, trying to wrack your brains for an inkling of what could’ve made you so down. 

Like quick flashes, you saw his gold eyes. Though, they were not rich amber, but a flat gold. Emotionless. Unattainable. 

You gasped, nearly dropping your mug of hot chocolate. 

What the… 

Before, you could detangle the treacherous thoughts in your mind, your phone beeped. Frowning, you set down your mug, letting your first wedding song play in the background on loop, before clicking on the blank number. 

The first message itself was enough to make your heart squeeze in dread.

Do you think you’re the only one Hanma Shuji loves? Think again. 

Your breath hitched when the unfamiliar number sent three separate attachments. The WiFi was slow, dragging out your impending dread, and you cursed the racing thoughts which colored you in shades of complete doubt. 

What did they mean by Shuji wasn’t faithful to you? 

The notion was absurd. 

You had seen the way how your husband looked at you, how he treated you like you were made of glass. The way he held you like you were something precious to be protected.

If Shuji was unfaithful, you would know. Never did you catch him with a wandering eye or the telltale signs of perfume and traces of lipstick on his clothes. He always came back on time, did whatever you requested of him and most importantly, he made you feel like the only woman on this planet. 

There could’ve been no way—

The first video loaded, and you were struck into a stunned disquiet by what unfolded before you. 

In the frame, unmistakable with the tattoo of ‘Sin’ running down an unknown woman’s belly, your husband was passionately fucking into another woman’s pussy, using her to get off. The silence of your marital home exacerbated the sickening squelches of their sexes meeting, and his deep groans you thought were reserved solely for you were now muttering a name.

Moaning a name that was not yours. 

You thought you could’ve hurled. 

Scrambling, you ended the video, wanting to remove the sound of your husband’s moans over the song you both first danced to. You disconnected the Bluetooth speakers from your phone, a heavy silence blanketing your tremoring body. 

This is wrong. This is heinous. 

Pausing the video, you took another deep breath and swiped to the next one. 

Mercifully, this one did not have Shuji fucking another woman, but it was a silent recording from underneath a meeting table. You could barely make out the curve of his defined thigh, the rumble of his voice in the background clearly spewing out the next words that hit your soul with astronomical waves of pain.

Wetness slipped down your cheeks, and you were close to hyperventilating when the meaning of this clandestine video became clear. 

“I will kill her if she so much as ever disrespects me.”

A consternated grunt. “Sir, this is your wife—”

“She means nothing to me.” It got worst the longer you listened in. “Once Tomio gets what he wants, I’ll divorce her. A fucking grandson for my freedom. It’s over, then.” 

You paused the video, the hot tears splashing down your thick bathrobe, drowning out the pounding blood rushing in your ears. With trembling hands, you clicked on the next attachment which happened to be a voice recording.

“... I love you,” your husband’s husky voice echoed around the lonesome penthouse. “Ichika, you are my world. I love you.” 

The phone slipped from your hand, clattering onto the floor, unnoticed from the deluge of tears that wouldn’t stop racing down your cheeks. 

This cannot be happening. This is wrong.

A cracking that fissured deep in your mind.

And then—the memories poured out like an overflowing urn.

His words, his actions, the pain he bruised on your soul. The empty penthouse, the bags you packed for your honeymoon only to be informed he was on another trip by impassive-faced underlings. With her. With Ichika. 

God. You heaved, spewing out strings of spit onto the carpet. It was her all along… how could I have been so blind? 

The same diamond necklace. The anger in her eyes. Your missing bento. 

You had been conversing with your husband’s mistress in the pretense of civility when you should’ve caused an uproar this whole time. 

Shuji… you let her humiliate me. In public. In front of your entire organization. 

Pain unlike any other you had ever experienced in your life overflowed past your lacerated soul, spilling out as broken wails which drowned out the last of your common sense to keep it together for your baby. How many secrets have you kept from me, Shuji? 

In the background, the singer’s dulcet voice crooned on and on from your phone’s speakers about his affections for his woman, assuring her that she would be his only love forever. 

Liar. Even the song you first danced to at your wedding was rubbing the awful truth into your face.  

Palms pressed to your stomach, you shook your head from side to side, as if to dislodge the reality that Shuji had unwittingly destroyed this marriage. The walls started to shake, and your teeth chattering was the first indication that you were spiraling into a panic attack. 

It felt like an earthquake was rocking you apart, tearing you limb by limb to leave nothing in its wake. One second, you were leaning against the counter, and the next, your body toppled to the floor, nails digging into the carpet as loud, uneven wails erupted from your mouth, your entire heart tearing cleanly into two. Snot and saliva trickled down your face, one hand clawed in your hair to tug at the roots, taking out your unending pain physically onto your writhing body. 

As if the agony was a livewire, it ran through you with jolts that left you heaving, blubbering uncontrollably in a lump on the hard ground. 

Shuji… Shuji, how could you do this to me? 

What sins did you commit to deserve such treatment from your husband? What heinous crimes did he suffer from your hands that he had to resort to such cruelty that immobolized your heart to a perpetually burning stake? 

You were dry heaving on the ground, the furthest thing from the composed, unfeeling Blood Phoenix princess the world knew you as. They never saw the scars, the hatred directed towards you for your only sin of existing in a world where you were not wanted but still exploited for these men’s gains. 

It started with your father, who disdained you from the day you entered this world because it was from your existence that your beloved mother met her demise. Years of being looked down upon, chased out of family rooms and your father’s embrace when it was all you wanted—all you needed to feel a shred of belonging. It haunted you with the realization that you were so undeserving, not even the man who brought you into existence could love you. 

How could you expect another man to adore you when the first man who was supposed to love and protect you could not even do that because of the skin you were born in? To be a  woman was a sin when the matters of dark politics were brought into play. The one variable you had no control over was the one they punished you the most because of it. 

You were nothing but a pawn on their chessboard. An unwilling player in their bloodthirsty games. 

But, what truly hurt wasn’t your father’s cruelty or even this world that failed a fragile woman just looking for love and belonging. 

It was the fact that you thought you had finally gotten it in the form of Shuji’s love. 

That your years of exhaustion on the road trying to bend every single bone in your body to find a home to belong to was not the respite you desperately wished it was. 

Where you once thought his love would be a plush mattress that would finally keep you safe from the horrors of this world had distorted into a bed of thorns that left you gaping and wrecked; blood spewing out from every bruise he left on your soul. 

From his mistreatment, to his emotional abuse and down to his infidelity, you had to wonder—was any of it real? 

Were any of his gestures like taking you out to Kanagawa, the sweet nothings he whispered after making love to you, or even the tender manner he held your body close as you fell asleep in his arms done with an honest heart? 

Or was it because he had a deal to fulfill? 

Once Tomio gets what he wants, I’ll divorce her.

No, your eyes rippled shut, more tears slipping down your swollen cheeks as you gurgled out a soft sob. None of it was real. 

Shuji had thoroughly milked you as the biggest leverage to his game, and like a fool, you succumbed to the pitfalls of his charm.

And look at where it brought you. You rubbed your belly, those ground-fisurring sobs petering into hiccups. After all that was said and done, it was you who suffered the most from these lies. You were pregnant and heartbroken, completely lost as to what to do next, your entire soul screaming for you to run away from this disastrous life and never look back. 

The ache in your chest could’ve almost drowned you from the neverending waves of pain and your eyes smarted, another flood of tears threatening to submerge you in your vortex of grief. By some miracle, you managed to sit up, rocking on your heels. 

Gripping your phone to your chest, you mechanically went through the short chat with the unknown number, blocking it and proceeding to your messages with Shuji. 

It was like you wanted to hurt yourself even more to hammer in the truth that you meant nothing to him.  

Those unanswered texts from what felt like another life where you played the unwilling part of a nagging wife tore through you like steel talons, reminding you of your foolishness. 

Shuji, are you coming home for dinner? 

I’m waiting in bed for you, husband.

Shuji, where are you? I’m worried.

Shuji, please come home. 

The truth was staring at you right in the face. 

Hanma Shuji was a man incapable of love. He had brought you into the wringer, took you for a ride against your own will and left you devastated at the very end; the catalyst to your undoing. 

And for weeks, you suspected nothing.

Idiot. No wonder your father couldn’t trust the Blood Phoenixes to you. If a woman could be so blind to her husband’s infidelity for so long, she wouldn’t suspect a double-crosser even if they handed her a glass of spiked sake. 

Useless. There must’ve been a reason why Shuji did not love you. Perhaps, it was because you were never strong. You’ve only met her a handful of times, but you could tell that the other woman—Ichika (you almost threw up at her name)—was far more resilient and resourceful than you ever were. The right lover for the second most dangerous man in Toman.

Nothing you did ever mattered. You were nothing.

Slowly, you picked yourself off the floor, shoulders slumped and phone dangling limply from your fingers. It was mechanical—first, you shuffled into your wardrobe, picking out your tote bag.

Where will I go?

Packing the essentials, you stuffed it full with your most precious items. 

The first dress you bought with your own money from secret counseling sessions at a child centre. The Tiffany bracelet that once belonged to your mother. A pair of earrings that also used to adorn your mother’s lobes. Your eyes landed on the diamond necklace Shuji gifted to you and a sludge of irrational anger welled up in your chest. It spilled out like a putrid cry, and you wrenched it off its stand, tearing the clasp, the glittering stones falling to the ground like diamond raindrops.

You picked up the largest one, the rational part of your tormented mind reminding you that you could fetch a good price at a pawn shop for the pendant. The same one shining off Ichika’s neck.

Fool. You slammed a hand to your forehead, as if to knock more common sense into your head. You stupid, stupid girl. 

Tears welling in your eyes, the hurt clawed through your chest like a hot, iron fist. 

Before you could make a run in the dead of the night, like you did the very first time, your phone rang. 

You were barely cognizant when you answered the call, your frozen lips murmuring a soft, “Hello?”

“L/N Y/N?” 

The unfamiliar voice struck a chord of terror into your already frazzled soul. “Yeah. Who is this?” 

“This is Iroto, Kisaki’s bodyguard. I’m so sorry, ma’am.”

You tightened your grip on the phone. Shuji. Despite everything that was forcefully unearthed like a rotting, bloated corpse that permeated the room with pungent lies your cheating husband told you, a part of you wished no harm would befall him. 

Please… don’t let anything bad happen to him.

“W-what happened?” 

“It’s your father,” a pause. “L/N Tomio has suffered a stroke and you are requested to attend to his side immediately.” 

a/n: reblogs and feedback are much appreciated!!

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you say the word, im on the way | e. yeager

♤ tags ;; fem!reader, cheating (on reader but not by eren), exes to lover, past toxic relationships, arguing and insults, very emotionally charged sex, co-dependency (in a way), childhood friends to lovers, streamer!eren (BARELY mentioned), make-up sex, oral (f!recieving),, unprotected sex, so much dirty talk, praise kink, petnames angel, baby, pretty girl, eren kinda.. talks to ur pussy djhsdj, 18+

♤ wc ;; 10.2k (utter agony)

♤ a/n ;; i really like. this isn't the best. but that's fine i had a lot of fun alr. very self indulgent. title from teenage fever by drake.

♤ synposis ;; after your boyfriend cheats on you, your ex, eren, shows up for you against all odds. you give into him against your best interest.

You wait for him on the side of the road. 

The rain is coming down in heavy sheets. You’re soaked to the bone having left in a hurry with only a single suitcase of your things. Your phones nearly dead, less than 20 percent with an ever-depleting battery. The closest place to charge your phone is too long to walk in this weather.  And it’s so late the buses have stopped running. 

Even if you could leave, it’s dark and dangerous. Your heart is in your throat, and the only streetlight is so far it hardly makes you feel any safer. You don’t know a single person in your ex-boyfriend's hometown other than his parents, but you aren’t sure you can face them right now if you wanted to. 

It’s not like you wanted to call Eren. Or for him to see you as sorry as you are. Dehydrated, exhausted, emotionally battered - you don’t even like seeing Eren when you’re at your best. You’re sure as soon as you get into his car, he’ll start arguing with you. You’ve spent the last 15 minutes mentally readying yourself for his harsh comments whatever they may be. 

You don’t have the luxury of being picky. He’s safer than venturing by yourself or taking an Uber. And he owes you one, anyway. Nows a good of a time as any to take him up on that. 

Relief fills your whole body when you see a car pull up onto the side of the road. It’s an all-black sports car. Typically Eren, it sticks out sorely from all the other cars that have passed by. Wiping your eyes, you clear your vision to see Eren inside. He’s wearing a black cap and mask. 

Your feet sink in the mud as you walk up to the car, but he beats you to the punch. Approaching you in the dead of night with a sort of anger you can feel before you even look at his face. He has a jacket with him made of that thin plastic material. 

Before you open your mouth, he’s pulling the poncho over your head. He puts your arms through before he drags you by the wrist to his car. Hurriedly, you grab your suitcase and track it through the mud while you follow. Your voice is too hoarse to protest him, but you shout over the rain. 

“Fuck Eren,” You half yell, wriggling your wrist free from his grip “Let me go,” 

When he does, you stumble forward. You don’t get a look at his face as he walks over to the driver's side. In your exhaustion, you don’t think twice about it or assume he was doing it on purpose. You resign yourself. Hearing the back trunk of his car open, you try and read his face through the tinted windows. But even with the lights on, you can’t. 

Sighing, you truck it towards the back. Your feet sink into the soft earth under you, huffing as you pick it up and shove it into the trunk. After you close it, you hurry back to the passenger seat, finally opening the door to see Eren. 

He doesn’t even look at you when you do, eyes focused on the road. You stare at the interior of his car, grimacing at the thought of having to pay him back for getting it covered in mud. Left without a choice, you get in. 

The plastic on his seat tells you he might’ve thought ahead. You aren’t sure if you should be comforted by that or not. 

The door closes with a soft thud as you get to sit. The sound of the rain is muted almost instantly and leaves you with nothing but the radio, virtually silent, and Eren with a hand over the wheel. You put your seatbelt on and then settle more into your seat. Turning your body to face the window. The tension in the air is so thick you can feel yourself choke around it, breathing through your nose. 

Eren’s car smells like spearmint. You’re expecting to be berated at some point, for inconveniencing him or otherwise. After all, you called him through a sob and asked him for something you’re sure he’d rather not be doing. 

Instead though, he puts the car in drive, steps on the gas, and does a turn until he’s back on the road home. 

He doesn’t say a word or even looks at you. Maybe reminding him of the fact he owed you meant he was going to treat this interaction as entirely transactional, which is infinitely better for you. You let out a breath of relief, shivering. He turns on the heat without you asking. 

You decide against speaking and give him a glance of acknowledgment. He doesn’t return the gesture. 

You hear your phone buzz in the pocket of your pants, and fish it out. As you expected, it’s just your ex-boyfriend. A slew of missed messages and calls. Your eyes hurt getting adjusted to the bright lights as you send him a quick stop texting me tonight before clicking it off. You want to throw your phone in the river, and yourself. To float down somewhere far from here, and pretend nothing ever happened. 

With the white noise of rain no longer drowning out your invasive and sad thoughts, you find yourself choking back more tears. The wound is still fresh, tender, and bleeding. 

You’ve always had bad taste in guys. 

But you thought this time would be different. He was different. Patient, and attentive and so thoughtful. It was always stable. You met his family, for fuck sake. His mom, dad, and sister - are all good people. A nice house with a garage, health insurance, and a college graduate. From a different place than you and your friends. 

It was never all that exciting, but you thought it was better that way. To keep it simple. You put in the effort to make it work. Got comfortable with complacency, and waved off all of your friends when they insisted you should date someone better. Someone who suited you more. 

Maybe someone like Eren. The thought makes your stomach sour. 

But your ex, he wasn’t a bad guy. It wasn’t so easy. He was safe, and after your other experience with romantic relationships- safety wasn’t something you could dismiss with the idea of deserving more. More was abstract and intangible. Slippery. 

 You were content, so you stayed. Stability, you told yourself, I just want stability. 

He was the last person you could imagine cheating on you. Unsurprisingly with a girl from his hometown who he’d told you about before and swore he got over. Feeling stupid, you let out an exasperated laugh. It’s your fault for trying so hard. For taking his inch and trying to turn it into a mile.

For believing it’d be enough to try. Maybe you know better than anyone, there are just some people you never get closure with. That distant look in his eyes concerned you. But a guy like him didn’t seem like he’d cheat. 

You’ve never been so wrong. 

Your stomach rumbles as you close your eyes and go over the fight. Subsequently, you forget Eren is even in the car with you. His presence fades into the background, face pained as you think of your exes apologies. He seemed sorry. 

But you’re not someone who can forgive or forget easily - so you broke up. It just complicates everything. Already broken up, but you have to get your things. Find a place to stay for the month because it’s too expensive to go home early. Delete him off your socials, and maybe get in touch with your therapist again. The laundry list of post-break-up things to do is the most frustrating and most taxing. 

The emotional healing and distrust go in some compartment until you can actually unpack them. After the initial devastations scabs over, you’re sure the sore feeling of sadness will come back with a vengeance. 

That’s later though, and this is now. 

Moping is a pipe-dream, seeing as you’re in a place where you have no one and nothing. The only person you know lives here is Eren, but you’re not really expecting any help from him after tonight. Maybe 3 days max, if he’s feeling generous enough. 

At the very least, he must feel pretty sorry for you. No snippy remark or sarcastic gripe since you’ve gotten in. You can’t figure out what he’s thinking, just as before. It’s almost impossible to get a read on his face, and that thought leaves your mouth bitter. 

As bitter as a favor. As bitter as a memory, you swipe your tongue on your teeth to rid yourself of the taste but it lingers. 

You avert your eyes to your hands, peeling the skin off the edge of your fingernails. After a minute or two, you drive in front of a stoplight. The red reflects onto your sneakers and into Eren’s car. 

“So,” He starts, voice filled with that familiar sharpness “How’s the boyfriend?” 

Ah. There it is. He almost disarmed you with his silence. It’s a weird way to start scolding you, but you’ve never really understood why Eren does what he does. You sigh, clearing your throat. It’s thick with tears you’ve been shedding all evening. 

“Ex-boyfriend.” 

The light goes green, and he takes a right. He lives farther than you thought. 

“How’d you fuck it up this time?” 

Normally, his insistence on blaming you would frustrate you. It’s classically Eren. The projection was always the name of the game when you two were dating, especially at the sour end of your relationship. 

Your desire and ability to fight are diminished though, turning into ember and ash. Giving him a shrug, you laugh a bit. 

“Don’t know,” You say with a little more honesty than you were intending to  “I just uh. I don’t know.” 

He sighs this time, and his voice goes a touch soft. Sympathy feels worse than his anger. How pathetic you must look settles in. 

“...What happened?” 

It’s hard to get yourself to say it. Even though you know it. Getting the words out feels like climbing a mountain. You lean back into the headrest and turn away from him. Watching the passing cars intently, you smile. 

“He cheated on me. From uh, a girl with his hometown,” You say, forthright. Hoping his pity might make him go easy on you “His first love. I came home and found them in our bed,” 

You can feel him go stiff beside you. 

You realize that anything he said to you right now probably wouldn’t hurt. The numb pain outweighs everything else that you think it’d slide off your back.

“And?” 

“Uh... I don’t know. She left. And we got into a fight. Broke up with him and said I’d figured something out. Just didn’t really want to be in the same room with him,” You sigh, rubbing underneath your eyes “Packed my shit and sort of wandered around trying to figure out what to do. Called you when I saw how late it got,” 

“Should’ve called me earlier,” He says simply. You chuckle. 

“Like when?” 

He huffs. 

“Earlier. Would’ve picked you from his place and fought him or something.” 

You smile somberly. 

“I thought about it, buut I thought that'd upset him, so I didn’t,” 

This he scoffs at, anger in his voice. 

“That’s so like you,” 

You wish you could disagree. 

“Yeah,” You say back, unsure of what else to do “Yeah, guess it is.” 

“What’re you gonna do now?” 

You take a deep breath in. 

“I won’t be in your hair long. I’ll try and score an Airbnb and wait it out. Leaving early is expensive as fuck.” 

“You could stay with me if it’s just a couple of weeks,” He offers easily “Airbnbs are more expensive than a ticket, right?” 

“Would your girlfriend be okay with that? Does she know you’re picking me up?” 

He stares out into the road, jaw clenched. 

“We broke up a while ago.” 

“What happened there?” 

“None of your business.” 

You scoff. 

“Of course, it isn’t,” You reply, a little angrier than you can control “Your personal life never is. My mistake. I’m a little rusty on how this works.” 

His voice is so cold it’s chilling. 

“Don’t,” He grits, hands hard on the steering wheel “Don’t fucking start,” 

“I’m not trying to start anything. But it’s hypocritical for you to ask me about the shit that just happened and not even tell me why you and your girlfriend broke up.” 

“I’m doing you a favor,” He justifies in a half-hearted way you’ve grown accustomed to “I deserve to know,” 

You laugh, voice strangled. 

“You deserve a fucking foot up your ass,” You spit, suddenly shaking “A simple ‘It’s complicated or ‘I don’t want to talk about it right now’ would’ve sufficed.” 

“You’re still good at picking fights,” He goads, mouth twisted in a sneer “Did you nag him too? Maybe that’s why he went crawling back to his first love” 

It’s too far. He’s too far, and he knows it. It’s all over his face, even masked in anger. You shoot him a deadly look, arms crossed over your chest. Suddenly, tears well up in your eyes and you can’t even look at him. It was a mistake, of course it was. You shouldn’t have bothered. Expecting anything from Eren was your own fault. Even basic decency.

Whatever camaraderie you used to have dissolved a long time ago. You bite your tongue

“You’re the fucking worst,” You sniffle, closing your eyes “Just drop me off at a hotel. I don’t want to be around you. It’s my fault for assuming you’d be civil.” 

His hands are gripping the steering wheel tight. 

“Tell me how you really feel,” His voice is dripping with sarcasm. “I think I’m being plenty civil right now,” 

“Fuck. Do you get off on provoking me? On hurting my fucking feelings?” Your voice comes to a scratchy yell, unable to contain the anger in it “I just got fucking cheated on. In the middle of a city where I don’t know a single person other than you. You’re the last person I want to fucking see, Eren. The last,” 

“So why’d you call me crying?” 

“I didn’t have a choice! If I had a choice, I would’ve called anyone else. Would’ve called Jean or Connie or Armin—anyone. Anyone who isn’t fucking you.” 

He clicks his teeth. 

“Liar,” He says with the sort of confidence that floors you “You would’ve still called me even if everyone we know was in the city,” 

It stings that he’s right. Your strength crumbles. 

“So what if that’s true? What does it matter that I thought of you? That’s always been my issue, right? How’d you put it again?” You laugh out loud, a little out of it “I should stop expecting anything from you, right?  It’s my fault. I should just stop having expectations for anyone. It must be me.” 

He looks a little strained. Almost sorry. You scoff. 

“Yeah,” You mumble, exhausted “You’re right. I shouldn’t expect anything from anyone. No matter how much I heal, or how hard I try to do the right thing” 

“Y/N—” 

“I worked on myself. Went to therapy. Took time off from dating altogether. Did everything right and still,” Your mouth fills with iron “Still. Still. I can’t find one person to treat me decently. Congrats, Yeager. It’s just like you hoped.” 

The silence that follows says more than you ever could. You rub your temple. He’s probably right that you pushed it. 

“Sorry for snapping on you,” You reply, voice tense “But, I still want to be dropped off at a hotel.” 

“Why?” 

You laugh. 

“What do you think? Think we’re gonna be able to play house for two weeks? It hasn’t even been an hour and we’re fighting,” 

He’s thinking. You can see it on his face, the tight strain of his jaw, and his brows. You haven’t seen him in person for more than a couple of years. But the familiarity always lingers. It doesn’t feel unusual, even the fighting. 

He hasn’t changed. That much is obvious. 

You shouldn’t have called, you think. It might’ve been better to get hypothermia and walk to the nearest motel.

“It’s not your fault he cheated on you,” He says. You think it’s his way of apologizing, a piss poor attempt at comforting you “Guys are just scumbags. Hung up on their first love or whatever. It’s not uncommon,” 

You don’t know if you want to laugh or cry. Frankly, you don’t have the energy for either.

“Does that include you?” You attempt to joke. To your surprise, he laughs. His voice is hoarse, and a touch resentful. Not at you, though. That feels important. 

“Yeah.” He replies, not looking over at you “Me especially,” 

It’s the first time he’s said as much about himself in your presence. Before it was that you didn’t understand him or that you didn’t get it. It’s too early to retract your previous statement. Hope sparks anyways. For what, you don’t want to know. 

You nod sagely.

“You especially,” You affirm without any trouble “At least you know.” 

This time, he smiles at you. It’s barely there. This whole conversation and the good nature of it is like walking on eggshells. You both know that. 

Eren breaks the silence first as he pulls into another lane. 

“Stay with me for tonight,” He offers “Just tonight,” 

You don’t know why he insists. A loud yawn slips through your lips and your inclination to protest dwindles before being snubbed out completely. Shivering, you nod. Your head feels heavy. 

“If you say so,” 

You think you feel a pair of eyes on you before sleep washes over you like a tide. They might be Erens, but in your delirium, you can’t be sure. It doesn’t take much for you to succumb to sleep. 

__ 

After your car ride ended, Eren woke you up gently to help you inside. This time, he took your luggage without your asking and helped you into his home. 

He lives in one of those luxury apartments with a doorman. It’s fancier than you could ever imagine yourself living in. There’s a chandelier in the lobby, with a gym and a pool.  Trekking mud into such a nice place makes you feel guilty. Eren seems unbothered. 

You take the elevator up to the 7th floor, and then a right into the hallway. Eren fishes the keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door and stepping aside to let you in. 

This is a bachelor pad. It’s the first thing that crosses your mind when you enter.

 The decoration is minimalist and expensive. Boyish in its extravagance, littered with pricey things only Eren Yeager would buy. The couches are black, the carpet is white and the windows are big panes that overlook the entire city. 

A flatscreen takes up most of the room. There’s a kitchen but it looks unused. It’s lived in, in the way that there are running shoes and clothes. Mess that happens when you spend your time somewhere, but it’s void of things a girlfriend would have in the house. You would know. 

On one of the walls is a painting of a woman's naked body, tastefully done. From what you remember of Eren’s ex-girlfriend, she’d have his head over something like that. 

Eren clears his throat behind you. When you turn to look at him, he looks a little sheepish.

“Broke up a while ago huh,” 

He looks surprised at your deduction. You poke your head at the painting. 

“She would’ve beat your ass for even thinking about putting that up,” 

His expression is affirmative. After you’re done taking it in, all of your sensory issues hit you all at once. You pull the sleeves of your soaked hoodie over your hands but you’re freezing. His eyes widen. 

“Ah, shit. Let me get you a towel. I’ll turn the heat up too,” 

“Thanks, ‘ren.”

The nickname slips out of habit, but you don’t get a chance to retract it as Eren shuffles off to grab you a towel.

 It doesn’t take him very long, a few in hand. You watch him idly as he turns on the heat before hurrying back over to you, shoving towels your way. You make him hold them for a minute, taking off your poncho and hanging it to him. 

You dry yourself off to the best of your ability as Eren goes to put away the raincoat. 

“Mind if I shower?” 

He shakes his head. 

“Would be concerned if you didn’t. I can get us food or something while you’re in there,”

“That’s… thoughtful of you. I’d appreciate it. I can Venmo—”

He puts a hand up, sitting on the back of his couch while you dry yourself off. 

“Save your money if you’re worried about it.” 

“I don’t want to owe you anything.” 

Your frank way of speaking to him irritates him, same as always.

“You won’t owe me,” He assures first “I know we hate each other's guts now, but I’m not gonna let you go hungry.” 

Warm. It makes you feel warm. You avert your eyes as you dry yourself off. 

“Your mom would have your head,” You murmur. He laughs. 

“My mom might forgive me. Zeke and my old man would hang me like a flag,” 

“How’s Zeke been?” 

His expression goes dry. They’re fighting. Eren rolls his eyes. 

“Fine. On my ass, as usual. Business is good. I’ve got a niece now. Zeke’s wrapped around her finger,” 

You’ve seen it floating on social media. You feel a little melancholy. It must show on your face. 

“You should still visit home sometimes. Don’t be a stranger,” 

You smile sadly.

“Easier said than done,” 

“...Even if you don’t see me. I’m not the only one who misses you. Jean hasn’t stopped bitching about you going to see just Armin.” 

You don’t know if he catches it. He misses you. You’re too afraid to confront it but unable to ignore it. You think over his words.

“It’s not like I don’t want to,” You start, voice slow “But after everything… after everything.”

There’s a minute where neither of you talks. Yet it’s not silent. The room is tense with everything you want to say or everything you did. Every regret, every memory starts to buzz all at once inside of your ribs like a spark of electricity through your hollow. 

“If tonight didn’t happen, I wouldn’t have ever seen you again,” 

He shakes his head with the same confidence as before. 

“I would’ve found you.”

He says it like it doesn’t need any explanation. As casual as relaying the weather to you. He gives you a look, scratching his jaw. 

“Go shower. How’s Thai? Same as before?” 

It takes you a second to find your voice. 

“Y-Yeah. Same as before. Where’s your shower?” 

He directs his eyes towards the bathroom. You grab your small luggage on your way, offering him a quiet thanks. The sound of your heartbeat thrums in your ears, faster than the pounding rain. 

__ 

Time passes like sand between your fingers. 

After a shower, a change of clothes, and a full stomach - you and Eren are left totally in each other's company. Your expectation of it being awkward or even marginally uncomfortable becomes unthinkable after a while. Despite how late it is, you aren’t tired or all that sad. 

Truthfully, you don’t know how to handle how familiar Eren feels. Like a durable winter coat with a heavy and comforting weight on your shoulders. It’s not burdensome to talk to him. He matches your pace and picks up easily on your quips. Natural lulls in conversation don’t feel uncomfortable and every misdirect or anecdote opens the door for more conversation. 

Maybe you should’ve expected that. You and Eren grew up together. Along with Mikasa and Armin, and everyone from your hometown. It shouldn’t surprise you that Eren is comfortable. 

When you look at him, you see home. If your gaze lingers. even a second too long or if you think for a minute more than necessary, you’re caught in the web of memories you’ve spent your whole life making. 

You wonder about your ex-boyfriend. The irony of it isn’t lost on you. Maybe it hurts because you understand perfectly. No matter how much you love after, there’s nothing like first love. If he saw that in her eyes, it’s all that much harder to feel angry. 

The only thing keeping you grounded is remembering that you’ve tried before and it failed miserably. It sinks you when you float too close to your heartwarming nostalgia. 

The acrid truth is that this is all temporary and circumstantial. 

Every now and again you remind yourself you’ve just been very vulnerable. And Eren’s grounding presence is helping you. 

Again and again, you remind yourself that. 

“High school was so ass,” Eren leans back into the couch, stretching his legs out “Mrs. Carnegie was such a bitch,” 

You give him an unimpressed look. He looks like you remember when he’s like this. Having changed into his own clothes, hair tied up messily. He’s adjacent to you on the couch, far enough to stretch his limbs comfortably.  

“She was nice to me. She was a bitch to you because you kept interrupting class,” 

He rolls his eyes. 

“And who was I doing that for?” 

Your heart skips a beat. . 

“Man, whatever.”

He laughs at you. 

“Weak come-back,” He hums, laying his head on the back of his couch. He tilts his head in your direction “I was a good boyfriend in high school at least,” He adds, a little softer. 

“You were. You were kinda like a puppy,”

He groans. 

“Don’t say it like that, that’s humiliating.” 

“What are you talking about? Puppies are cute.” 

“Yeah, but hearing that now is embarrassing. I’m a man now,”

You raise a brow.

“Men can't be cute like puppies?”

“No,”

“But Armin is right there,”

“Doesn’t count. He literally looks like a fairy prince. Statistical anomaly,”

That makes you laugh hard enough your stomach hurts. 

“Why’re you laughing? Am I wrong?” 

“You just said it so seriously. He is an anomaly but I think Connie is cute in a puppy way too,” 

“Connie’s bald ass? Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. I like it, his hair looks good buzzed.”

“You’d find something nice to say about a pile of trash,” 

“I like your long hair, Yeager.”

He gives you an unimpressed laugh as you break out into laughter. 

“Low fucking  blow,”  

“Cry,” 

This time he laughs instead, throwing a pillow at you. You catch it easily, holding it to your chest. 

“I do like the hair though. It’s all you ever talked about,” 

He gives you a little smile. 

“You remembered. I thought it’d make me look cooler. Alternative or whatever. Don’t know if it’s working,” 

“Your fans seem to love it,” 

He looks sheepish at the mention of his work. You laugh. 

“It gets a mixed response. A lot of people miss the short hair. I mostly keep it long because it’s easier to style,” 

“Both are nice. I like your short hair more when I think about it,” 

“Yeah?” 

“I guess it’s cause it was short when we’re growing up. And uh,” 

“When we were dating?” 

You give him a tight-lipped smile. 

“Yeah. When we were dating, it was always short,” 

He closes his eyes, suddenly deep in thought. 

“You wanna know why I kept it short?” 

You think you’d be better off not knowing.

“...Why?” 

“When you’d play with my hair,” Subconsciously, he pushes his hair back a little “I could feel it better when my hair was shorter. Thought if I’d grew it, you wouldn’t touch it cause it’d get greasy quicker.” 

All at once, you pull back. Whatevers on your face isn’t enough to make Eren waver when he looks at you. It’s easy to get lost in his eyes. Ocean blue, and full of something dark. Tempting like an abyss or a siren song. You swallow a lump in your throat. 

“It’s something I’d do,” 

The way Eren stares at you is so intense. You’re dancing around it now. What you both want to talk about it. A conversation that’s gone untouched for more than 4 years. Sober and aching. Different but the same. 

Eren breaks the tension first. That’s twice.

“I’d cut my hair short if you asked me,” 

You’re quiet. 

“I’d do whatever you want,” 

“Eren,” 

“What?”

What do you say? Don’t? Please? What could you say that means more than his name in your mouth? 

“You know what,” You say weakly “You know,”

A conversation you’ve had a hundred times before. It burns like bile rising in your esophagus. Crushed windpipes under the burden of love. Your hands grip the ends of the pillow tighter. He sits up straighter. You don’t want to talk about it. 

“Do I?”

“Eren,” A warning. 

“There’s not any point in talking around it, “ He shoves his hands in the pockets of his hoodie “Around this. Around us.” 

“There is no us,” You correct sharply, shaking your head “Not anymore,” 

His face doesn’t have anything you can read. You know yours must read of resentment. Eren is his usual blank. 

“There could be,” 

You shatter at the sentiment. The hopeful, easy way he says it. Like he doesn’t remember anything, and that you two are strangers. You know better that you aren’t. That no amount of healing can take it all back. Maybe you could forgive Eren, and somewhere far down the line - you could even be friends. 

But us is impossible. You tried us. It blew up in your face. 

“Fuck you for even saying that,” Your voice comes out garbled “Fuck you for even thinking it,” 

“How is it fuck me? For wanting to fix our relationship, seriously?” 

You hate him. With everything you have in you, with a burning fiery sort of anger. A resentment that’s spent  years strangling you. Every time you’ve bitten your tongue, all the time you tried to fix it. 

It’s all so messy and so unspeakbly touchy. 

“The sooner you get it out of your head there’s a relationship to fix, the better off we’ll be,” 

“Bullshit. Bullshit there’s nothing. I make you feel nothing?” 

It’s not what you said. He knows that, but he means what he’s saying. And he knows your answer already because he’s like that. He already knows everything about you. Where to make you hurt, and how to make it sting. Eren is a scar, not a bruise. He stays, for as long as you’re alive. No matter how faint, or how healed - he stays a part of you. 

He knows that as much as you do. That’s why it took you so long to leave. Of course you’d end up talking about it like this, but that’s not what you wanted. Or maybe it is. You don’t really know what you want from Eren. What you were hoping for when you stayed up late to talk to him and reminisce. You think just camaraderie. 

“I hate you so fucking much,” You croak, wiping away angry tears “More than anyone in my life, I hate your fucking guts,” 

“You don’t mean that,”

“I do,” Your reply comes in an angry hush “I can’t forget how we ended Eren. The months after I left were some of the worst of my life. Do you know how long it took me? To get better?”

His jaw clenches. 

“I didn’t think you would leave,”

His confession stuns you into silence. His arrogance never fails to astound, Like this, it feels incredibly frustrating. Your stomach sours. 

“...You thought I would stay? After everything?” 

“You said you would,” He raises his voice this time. He sounds hurt. Angry. Sad. All things you didn’t know he could still feel “You—you fucking promised. It was supposed to be forever and you left first.” 

“You can’t be serious,” 

“You promised,” 

“Yeah,” This time you sit up. Everything hits you at the same time “When I was 17 and in love. Before you treated me like shit,” 

He winces. So he does know. 

“You remember now, don’t you? You changed. You left for college, you stopped picking up my calls. You were such a fucking flirt that half of your campus thought you were single till I moved in. You remember that Eren?” 

His silence makes you madder. 

“You remember. right? How I’d desperately try and fix our relationship while you ran around doing whatever? You always looked so fucking indifferent. All we ever did was fight. Nothing I did worked,” 

“Y/N—” 

“I didn’t know anything other than you. If it was anyone else… But it was you,” 

“I’m—”

“You used to tell me when we were kids that if any boy hurt my feelings, you’d kill him. You remember that?” 

He closes his eyes. 

“Don’t make it sound like I just up and left for nothing. We both know that’s bullshit,”  You choke back a sob as you think about it. The gaping hole in your chest that Eren always left splits open again. 

“I’ve always loved you. Always. From the minute I could walk and talk. I didn’t leave because I didn’t love you, Eren,”  Even now, you don’t want him thinking that “I left because you didn’t love me. I left because I realized that” 

The silence that follows your rant exhausts you so much you slump back into the couch. You learned your lessons the hard way. That love was meaningless to safety. That stability was a luxury few can afford. Nothing is guaranteed.

This second time around, you know that love can’t be one-sided. Maybe that’s what all of this has been trying to teach you. 

You cry silently, taking in deep breaths. You have no idea what he’ll say, and you don’t know if you care. 

“I’m sorry,” 

“....What?” 

“I’m sorry,” His voice breaks a little this time. You don’t remember the last time you saw him cry “I didn’t mean for things to end like that,” 

“Sorry doesn’t fix it,” 

You know it’s a mean thing to say. It’s not kind or forgiving. His sincerity doesn’t even feel real to you at the moment he says, but sorry doesn’t make you feel better. Sorry doesn't fix it.

“I know,” 

“Then why say it?” 

“I still love you,” 

Drowning. You’re drowning in murky waters, hardly getting air. 

“You don’t love me,” 

“Don’t say that,” His voice sounds weak and desperate. You haven’t heard it like that in so long. Vulnerable “Even if you hate my fucking guts. I still love you, always did. Always.” 

“Then why did you do that to me?”  

“I was terrified,” 

It’s been a long time since you’ve seen Eren. Spoken to him, or even called him on the phone. Years. Checking on him through his social media and streams was all you ever got. Sometimes Armin would fill you in, or Mikasa.

But Eren, in your eyes, had remained how you left him. He got arrogant you think. He got his fix and grew up to be tall and handsome. Had aspirations and grew out of his shyness. 

And instead of growing together, you grew apart. You started to accept the fact that the Eren you loved was no longer someone you could reach. The young, doe-eyed lovesick boyfriend. Eren was just a college boy now. Not your only exception, not the love of your life. 

Accepting that was the hardest thing you’ve had to do in your life. 

So why does he sound like someone you used to love? And why now, of all times? 

“When you talk like that, it makes me think you’re different.” 

“I am,” He stops for a minute, hands folded “I’m trying to be.” 

“...Why were you scared?” 

“It’s uhm, I don’t know how to say it,” 

“Take your time,” 

“Doing long distance made me realize how much I needed you,” His voice is hardly over a whisper. “It was ego. But I hated that. I had it in my head that you were off with other guys, and I—I don’t fucking know—I was stupid. I wanted to feel like you still wanted me,” 

“So what? You made me chase you?” 

“Yeah. Something like that. When you moved in, it just… I don’t know. I saw how everyone looked at you. I didn’t think it would make me so angry to see you like that,” 

“Sounds like…” 

“Self-sabotage,” Eren interjects “That’s what my therapist said, at least.” 

“You’re in therapy?” 

“Only a few months, but yeah. It helps.” 

“I don’t understand you at all,” You shake your head “ Not at all,”

“You bring out the best and worst in me.” He replies with a humorless laugh on his lips “Still. Around anyone else, it doesn’t matter. What they do or don’t do,”

“And me?” 

“You,” He rubs a hand over his face, voice shaking. He tries to be lighthearted but the sentiment is sincere “I make myself sick thinking about you,” 

It feels hot under your clothes. 

“We shouldn’t be… I shouldn't—”

“I know. You drive me so fucking crazy and I get so angry. I know, but how the fuck could it ever be anyone but you?” 

Your breath hitches. 

“What’re you saying?” 

“That I want you. I want you so fucking bad. I don’t want to ever be away from you ever again. I can’t help but want that,” 

You can feel him coming into your space. How he scoots closer to you, just enough that he’s moving across the couch. He’s so much bigger than you remember. Stronger. It's all moving so fast. When he puts his hand on your knee, you tense but don’t move. The dizzying smell of his cologne catches on your tongue and tickles your throat. 

His eyes dart down to your lips. His hands running up your outer thighs. You’re defenseless. Weak, you pull back a little. He doesn’t move. 

“I can’t just forgive you overnight—” 

“I know,” He leans in a little more. Close enough that his breath touches your skin “I’ll keep trying. I want to try again. I’ll earn it this time. I’ll chase you, and you can ignore me all you want,” 

He’s being cheeky as much as he’s being serious. Classically Eren. You’re so screwed. 

You feel your throat close up as he inches forward. 

“You’re so bad for me.” You whisper, the words too heavy. 

“Two sides of the same coin,” He says back, then he smiles “We’re made for each other. You think that too. I know you do,” 

“I wanted stability,” 

“I’ll try to give you it. If that’s what you want.” 

“And if you’re just a rebound?” 

“As long as I’m yours,” 

“You’re such a scumbag.” 

“I know,” 

Everything falls from under you the minute you kiss him. 

A little noise of surprise leaves his lips that instantly morphs into desire. It’s an uncouth display of emotions, so animal that you can hardly call it love. It’s something in between love and hatred, the opposite of indifference. All the intensity of life, of every terrible emotion you’ve ever had. You kiss Eren Yeager first because you miss him, despite yourself. Everything after that is just another blurry detail. 

He moans into your mouth. Where your hand has landed on his chest, he grabs your wrist and then drags you into his lap without ever breaking apart. You end up over him, with his lap under yours.

When he has you where he wants you, he hugs you close to his body. You can feel the hardlines of muscle through his shirt, his arms secure around your back. Your tits are pressed against his chest, bra forgotten. The slightest brushes are what make you feel the most.

Eren’s shaky breaths and the overwhelming way his lips move against yours. Indecision in how to treat you. Soft kisses that are followed by rough ones. The intensity of your own desire consumes your ability to act cordial, as you squeeze against Eren tight. 

You can feel the rapid beat of Eren’s heart in his chest, grinding your hips into his. 

In between kisses, he makes sure to nip at your jaw. You can feel his teeth pierce your pulse point, his tongue lapping over the leftover wound that leaves you shaking. 

He litters bites like that on every inch of your skin, your neck left with an ache. There’s something ironic in Eren licking your wounds over, but the words escape you before you can utter them.

Even in just being claimed, the feeling is intense. It makes you visceral. Not to be worked up from touch or words, but something else entirely. Something cosmic in it’s very existence. 

Eren finally pulls away from you, just barely to glance at your swollen lips. He meets your eyes as his teeth sink into the lower one to make you whine. He talks to you while your eyes are locked. 

“Fuck,” His voice is thick with lust. Heat splits you right in half “Fuck, fuck, baby. Been so long,” 

“Y-Your hands,” 

“Can’t take em off you,” They’re smooth as they feel you up. Shamelessly squeezing the fat of your hips in between in his fingers, grabbing your ass hard. A guilt creeps up for comparing him to your ex-boyfriend. 

But all you can think about is how Eren is the opposite of stability. Images pop up of when you used to have sex, so many years before. He was meeker before, less assured. You thought his confidence would make you sick, but it doesn’t. 

Rather, the look on his face while he gropes you makes you wet. Chewing his lower lip, feeling your body like he’s dying to see it under his clothes. Impatiently and unabashedly wanting you in a way that is distinctly Eren. 

There’s truth in the sentiment that no one could ever fuck you like Eren could. It’s one you’ve kept to yourself for so long that you almost forgot it. Eren knew your body and shaped it to his hands years ago. You like being touched because of how he touched you, a memory you carried like a torch. 

It was Eren who wanted you first, who fucked you first, who made you cum first when you were both so awkward and clumsy. 

“Look at you,” He groans. His hands inch under your shirt, skin on skin. Pinching your nipples gently, till they’re hard against your shirt “Look how sexy you are,” 

He knows what you like, what you like being told. 

“My pretty fucking girl,” 

Fuck. Of course, he remembers that. 

“Oh, you—” 

“So pretty,” He parrots. Even with electricity buzzing in his movements, he’s patient. Undresses you gently. When your skins bare, your shirt tossed to the other side of the room, he kisses the underneath of your tits. Each one, he kneads them. Appreciates them,  worships them. All of that undivided attention that he always used to give you when you were dating. 

When you were in love. 

“You still like when I tease ‘em too,” 

His tongue runs over your hardened nipple, sucking it into his mouth, His free hand occupies the other, taking time to give them both equal attention. Your body starts to ignite, little sparks of electricity flitting up your spine. 

Letting your fingers card through his hair, you glance down. He looks up at you with his mouth full, eyes lidded. His lashes are long against his olive skin, sun freckles over the bridge of his nose. Your hands reach to touch the moles along his cheeks, all in places you remember. 

You don’t resist the urge for intimacy. Not things you did with your ex, but with Eren. You press a kiss to his hairline and his hands get a little tighter. Your want expands, fills like a balloon. 

Feeling his cock nudge against your shorts is surprising. A blush crawls over his face, grinding his hips up into you. It’s muscle memory to do it back - rocking yourself until he’s nestled between you. Dry-humping like this makes you feel like a teenager again, doing this in Eren’s dingy basement when you weren’t ready to lose your virginity. 

Except Eren knows what he’s doing. He shifts his weight, sitting up enough to push up against your clit. His mouth deatches, a string of saliva in his place. The cool air against the swell of your tits make, adds to the sensation. 

He grabs your ass again, this time just to push you up. To set a pace as you grind against each other. 

“Wanna know something?” 

You choke back a whimper. 

“Mm,” 

“I used to jack thinking about you,” His voice is slick when he speaks, a low whisper “Remember? You used to be too sensitive so you’d rub against the edge of your bed. Thought about it all the time after you told me,” 

Your jaw drops open. 

“You—” 

“You’re a big girl now, aren’t you? Not too sensitive for this, but—,” He does it with more purpose, a long slow drag so you can feel his shaft against your clothed cunt “you still like it slow,” 

“Eren, holy—” 

“Everything you like,” He hums, this time matching how he moves you with his own body “Still remember every detail,”

“Y-Yeah?” 

“Yeah baby,” He dips his head to kiss against the column of your throat again, this time sucking deep dark hickies. You can feel his lips when you moan “Everything. Kept me company,” 

You’re almost too afraid to ask what he means. 

“Eren,” You half beg, fingers twitching with want “Don’t tease me,” 

“What do you need?” 

“Uhm,” Embarrassed. For some reason, Eren asking you is making you embarrassed. You’ve never been before “This is so humiliating,” 

“You were always shy about asking for it,”

“So why’re you making me, asshole?” 

“I like watching you squirm,” 

“Shut up, you’re awful,” 

“Put something in my mouth, then?” 

Your eyes go wide, and he smiles. His breath brushes against the shell of your ear. 

“You wanna sit on my face, right? Shut me up,” 

It was a stupid arguement you had. At the latter half of your relationship, sometimes the only way you two resolved things was sex. Eren referencing it makes you mad as much as it makes you wet. 

When you were both a little inebriated, he used to beg you for it.The memories of that make you nod. Your voice is coarse with lust.

“Wanna sit on your face,” 

“Take your shorts off,” 

Taking off your clothes is haphazardly done. You and Eren part ways. He takes off his shirt and hoodie to reveal a body cut from pure marble. He was always athletic, but clearly his gym rat posting on his IG story were genuine and not for show. He sends you a little smirk when he catches you staring, flexing his muscles a little. 

“Do I look good?” 

You nod, awestruck as you wriggle out of your shorts leaving you in just your socks. Eren does the rest slowly, stood up and taking off his sweatpants His thighs are muscular, strong with a little dark hair. It’s on his stomach too, just barely there. 

The fabric of his boxers strain against his cock. It’s big, bulges against the black material that you can see the skin. It’s intimidating to look at. 

Your eyes follow him to the couch. You watch him get comfortable, moving pillows around to make sure there’s enough space. He flashes you a smile when he’s laid down, untying his hair as a last touch. 

“Come here, angel,” He signals, waving you over “Come sit,” 

The air brushes past you as you approach him. He reaches a hand out to lace with your hands. 

“Face that way. So you can hold onto my hair, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” 

It takes you a minute. It’s easier to climb over his chest, inching towards his face. When you’re spread right over his neck, he gives you a cheeky grin. His hands reach over your thigh, pulling you apart. His eyes are zeroed in on your clit, finger brushing back the hair on you. The affectionate way he does both makes you want to hide away.

Eren is holding you in place so you can’t move. 

“Look at that,” He whispers, breath fanning your cunt “Look at how wet you got for me,” 

Instead of putting his tongue where you need it, he cranes his neck to one side and presses kisses into your inner thigh. Licking at the skin, he holds your eyes. 

“Tell me something,”He goes an inch highe and leaves a hickey before repeating it a little bit aove “Did he ever get you this wet? You can be honest,” 

Your clit throbs between your legs. Eren grins, as you squirm. You look down at him, shaking your head. 

“Not like you. I mean, he wasn’t bad but he wasn’t—”

“But he wasn’t me, was he?” He goes on, his lips pressing right against your achy clit, arousal on his lips that he licks with ease “Could never be me, could he?” 

“Eren,” You whine. His smile gets bigger, tongue licking one long stripe against your folds. 

“Say it baby. That I’m the best you’ve ever had?” 

Your reply is a meek yeah. It’s hard to do anything with confidence or self-assurance when your entire body is begging to be pleasured. Eren gives you a few more kisses on your clit, like he’s making out with it. It’s sweet and lazy, making your hips buck for more. 

“I’m the same,” He coos, sticking his tongue out as he forces your weight down so you’re not longer hovering but sitting on his face “There’s nothing like you,” 

He doesn’t hesitate to dive in right after that. Burying himself deep, your hands immediately fix at the base of his hair. He’s not shy about it, his tongue laid flat, creating just enough suction around to feel. It’s perfectly pracited, familiar. 

Eren eats you out from memory. That much is obvious to you as soon as you feel him, the wet heat of his mouth and his tongue. It’s a measured build of pleasure, soothing a long-time ache that slowly escalates to something more. 

A mewl escapes your throat. He moans against your pussy, nose bumping against you. Tugging at the roots of his hair, you wiggle your hips to get him to give you more. 

You feel the coil in your tummy when Eren goes a little deeper, sucks a little harder, moves a little faster. Encouraging you to use him to the best of your ability as he pushes your hips, nails dug in the skin to keep you steady Looking down makes you see him completely blissed out, like he’s in a comfortable dream. 

You don’t really remember the last time someone went down on you like this without asking. Like he’s enjoying it all on his own, like he wants you. There’s vigor to how he takes you into his mouth, tastes you greedily, with appreciative grunts and groans. 

The word perfect falls flat to how Eren licks your pussy. Perfect is too prim, too neat. Whatever Eren makes you feel between your legs, is far from perfect. Eren is something more. More intangible, hard to touch. He eats your pussy perfectly, but messily. Desperately, lovingly. Every inch of you is wanted, tongue nestled against your folds and on your hard clit like he wants to stay. He looks at you intoxicated and it shows in how much joy he takes in tasting you. Hitched to your very existence, like a planet revolving around the sun. 

He does it like it’s a privilege, a divine gift. Sucks like it’s sweet, ripe fruit in scorching summers. Water in an oasis, deserving of only the highest praise. Not worth wasting even for pride. Shameless. 

You can feel yourself tipping closer and closer to the familiar edge. Each second pushes you to it, closer and closer and closer before you feel the feeling again. Deep in your body, undoing you completely.

“Eren, oh—” 

You cum hard. It’s the first one, the most intense. Eren is unyielding as you hit your high and start to fall back down, catching on each layer of the ozone. You moan his name over and over, Eren, Eren, Eren. It’s all you can think to say. The only person you’d trust to catch you from this high, you fall foward. Hand gripping on the couch, you try to wiggle away but he won’t let you until he’s had his fix. 

When he pulls away, he takes in a deep breath. 

You lean back, catching sight of his face. It’s dripping down his chin. He reaches his hands to wipe it with his fingers, then sticks his hands up to you.

“Open your mouth up,” He says, pushing his fingers against your tongue “Or come down here and clean me up, maybe?” 

You widen your eyes. Curiosity getting the better of you, you wiggle down until you’re face level with him. He gives you a glance, encouraging you. Unsure, you push your tongue out against his neck, tracing down to his adams apple. He groans, voice vibrating. 

“Fuck yeah,” His hands comes around the back fo your neck “Just like that baby. That’s perfect,” 

Your memory reminds you. You repeat your actions, tongue dragging over his nec and chin, presses kisses and bites all along his jaw and neck. Eren moans above you appreciatively. The sound is pleasing. Hearing it over and over eggs you on to “clean” him up well until you reach his lips. 

The way he kisses you is sweet and gentle. He kisses your lips before peppering them on your face. 

“Fuck, look at what you’re doing to me.” 

“Making you sappy?” 

“Already was. I’m so hard for you right now, it’s fucking stupid,”

You let out a whine.

“Mm,” 

“Condoms upstairs,” 

“Don’t need ‘em. ‘s fine. Just give it to me how it is,” 

He shivers against your body. 

“I wanna cum just thinking about it,” 

“Don’t think about it and come fuck me,”

He laughs, handing coming down on your ass. 

“Get up,” 

You stand up and Eren follows suit. He gives you a quick peck before whispering in your ear. 

“Bend over the edge of the couch for me,” 

Shivering, you nod your head and walk beind the couch. You shoot Eren a look over your shoulder, seeing him ease his cock out of his boxers to give it a quick stroke. It’s just high enough that you struggle to get over it all the way. His eyes are piercing, watching you as you bend over like he asks. You push your ass towards him. 

“Like this?”  

“That’s perfect, angel. Stay like that,” 

You can hear him coming towards you. The weight of his body, bare chest against your spine is almost startling. He’s not crushing you, but you’re still completely pinned under underneath him. You wriggle your hips back, struggling to move.

His hand creeps lower and lower, finger slipping through your folds. He feels you up like that for a while, whistling. 

“You’re so wet,” He coos. His voice is smooth in your ear. You moan. He rests his chin just over your shoulder as you turn your head to kiss him. Slowly, he slips his middle finger inside. You’re surprised how little resistance there is really. The pad of his finger reaches far, rubs against your g-spot without second guessing it.

Your squealing makes him do it again. It’s a careful move. Your body responds to him eagerly as he slips another one, steady. Until he’s knuckle deep, stretching out unhurriedly. When it’s no longer a tight fit, he pulls away from you. 

Over you, he repositions. You can hear him spit in his hand behind you, the way his palms move against his cock. It’s all completely quiet besides that, lewd little noises that clue you into what he’s doing. Not seeing him makes the anticipation greater, leaves you vulnerable to whatever he wants to do. 

“Missed this pretty pussy so much,” He hisses, the head of his cock pushing past your folds until he’s snug against your hole. The muscle clenches “So fucking warm,” 

“Eren,” 

He pushes forward, a calculated push of hips. You both moan when he enters you. Just the tip, just the familiar curve of his cock. Your inside ache, deep inside. A place only Eren could reach, you think. He groans nto your ear. Your feet are barely touching the floor in this position, Hardly reaching the ground, toes holding you up. The back of the couch digs into your stomach. It’s puts a pressure on your lower belly, that Eren must feel.

All your muscles are tense. Tight. The tip of his cock rubs against your walls. He’s so hard. Intrusive. You clench around him again. Jaw agape, you moan as he pushes even further. 

“See that?” He whispers, against the shell of your ear. His hands grab yours, putting them behind your back till your defenseless “She remember me,” 

The moan you let out is entirely involuntary once it hits you he means your pussy. Your walls spasm around him. He chuckles at that. 

“That’s right. She loves me even if you don’t, doesn’t she?” Pulling his hips back until your empty, he fills you again. Harder this time. You choke on air “We made love tonight, didn’t we?” 

“Eren, shit” 

“I like when you say my name baby,” He says, another thrust “Like when your pretty pussy welcomes me home. It’s mine, isn’t it? Always has been. Bet he wasn’t making you feel like this, was he?” 

All at once, you feel Eren for what he’s worth. You feel his cock, the curve and the shape the weight as it drags inside of you. You feel the weight of his body, all the stretch in your thighs as he casts over you like a shadow. The gravelly way that he speaks reverberating in your bones. He’s fucking you like he’s all the way in the bottom of your stomach. 

Like a puzzle piece, Eren completes you on a level no one else in the world could. The way he talks to you reflects his, confidence not unearned. He’s cocky and awful, but his dick is doing this to you. Making your mouth fall open until your drooling underneath him. He answers every craving you ever had, that bone-deep sense of dissatisfaction that you’ve spent an entire year burying. 

Eren fucks you like he’s in love with you, and only you. His cock kisses your cervix, and it feels like the same kind done at weddings. A vow to you, a promise. It feels so fucking good when Eren fucks you. Nothing in the world could ever quite comparing to that satisfaction. Deep in your body, primal and hungry. 

“You were made for me,” He pants in your ear “Made just for me. No matter how far you go, I’ll find you. Remind you that. You get it now?” 

You whimper out loud. Yes comes out naturally. Eren kisses your shoulder blade before sinking his teeth into it.

“Knew you would, 

Eren fucks you the only way he’s ever known to. Deep and paced. You can’t say how he does it with anyone else, but with you it’s always been the same. Like he’s carving you out with his cock, the way you’ve always needed. You know you’re starting to be close again with each thrust. It’s a memory that your body welcomes. 

Eren knows what you need to cum, but he waits. Like always, he keeps at it until your walls are tremor. Until you’re just getting there, and you need the extra push to get you to your end. He keeps you at the end as he fucks you, whispers filthy things in your ear until you reach the point of desperation that you’re begging. 

“Please, Eren,” At your limit, pleaing “Please make me cum,” 

“There’s the magic word,” 

He snakes a hand around, reaching your clit and giving it a gentle rub. Everything happens at once. It’s perfect motion. Equilibrium. You can feel your knees start to give in as he gives it to you, the tension gently easing out. A carbonated soda, cracked open slowly to make way for the big finish. The release. Eren speaks to you again.

“Cum for me angel. Give it to me,”

Like a seismic wave, you cum hard on Eren’s cock just like he asked. He’s not far behind you, thrusting through the waves of pleasures. Your brain melts out of your ears completely, babbling to him to give you his cum too.

And he does in record time, shallowly rutting into you until you’re full of him, shooting deep. You feel your insides painted white, content at the feeling. 

When he pulls out of you, you feel it drip onto his hardwood floors. You’re unsure of what comes next, but he pulls you right into your arms. Into his chest, even with wobbly legs. 

“I’m not gonna let you go again,” He assures, more to himself than to you “You’re mine. Forever and always,” 

Against your better judgement, you give in. Just for now. Just for the time being. 

Mikey's girl PART TWO II :

Warning : suggestive talk, dirty jokes, Bonten being gossips again...

Summary : I didn't thought of making a part two of this, but you all liked it so much and asked to meet the other executives, so here we are !

PART ONE LINK HERE.

You should read the part one before starting this !

-" You know... " Sanzu, sitting on the chair in front of Mikey's started, earning his boss's attention. " You maybe should invite her to the gala event, boss. "

The latter lifted his head from his paperwork in front of him, looking at his henchman dead in the eyes and tilting his head to the side.

-" Your girl, I mean. " He added, in front of his boss' confusion.

Mikey frowned, which made Sanzu gulp down.

-" That's none of your business. "

Haruchiyo sank deeper in his seat, playing with his pill's bottle under the table discreetly.

-" Yeah, right. I'm sorry, Mikey... "

Nodding, Mikey looked back at his work, but something kept him from focusing on the words he was reading. Because of that damn Sanzu, he couldn't help but wonder what would be your reaction if he, actually, invited you at the gala Bonten were organizing in few days.

-" Why... Though ? " He started, for the first time his tone was laced with a spark of doubt which surprised Haruchiyo.

-" Um, well... Most men like to bring compagnie to these kinda events, and... You know, chicks usually like when their guys take them out to classy places".

Deep inside, he couldn't deny what his henchman had just said since he had no knowledge of being in a relationship besides some one night stands here and there.

Chicks usually like when their guys take them out... would you give him that smile of yours that made his chest go through strange heat states ?

Most importantly, would you actually appear next to him, as... As an official something ? Would you like being associated with one of the most dangerous Japan criminals ? You, the closest thing to an angel ?

-" That's still none of your business, though. "

Anxiety began creeping in inside you the minute you stepped into that ballroom. From the excessively rich decoration to the women's eyes that already started scanning you, everything screamed at you to run, this was not your element.

And could you blame your guts for that feeling ? You were used to white hospital walls, not to giant velvet curtains and crown moldings on high walls, used to the cries and screams of patients, not to the snarky whispers while those rich women were looking at you, and your body was more comfortable in scrubs and white coats, not the overly expensive mermaid dress Mikey has bought for you.

If there was something you despised, it was being the center of the attention. You gladly took the champagne glass the waiter passing by had offered you, ignoring the eyes lingering on your dress and body, especially that you were not seeing your boyfriend anywhere around you and started feeling lonely.

Not so far away from there, Takeomi and Kokonoi were discussing some business matters, both dressed in their most stunning suits, champagne glasses on hand. To be fair, Takeomi has been long ago stolen from whatever his friend was saying, eyes stuck on the young woman who just entered the room. It didn't took too much time for Hajime to notice that his co-worker was not listening to him anymore.

-" that's interesting... " The Akashi absentmindedly nodded his head.

-" You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you ?" Kokonoi asked with an exhausted face.

-" Not a clue." He answered in a smirk.

His face grew outraged, not only he was not even looking at him, he was, in addition admitting it openly.

-" Go to hell. "

-" Oh I'm counting on it, but I have a good reason for not listening".

Koko rolled his eyes, took another gulp of his drink and asked.

-" What is it ?"

The smirk adorning Takeomi's lips at that moment, as he put his hand on his co-worker's shoulder and turned his body toward where you were standing already told him it was about a woman.

-" This young blood. "

Hajime's gaze followed Takeomi's one,until it stopped on the one who had seemed to catch it. And his interest rose from none to two hundred percent in less than a second.

The first thing he had thought seeing you was how has he even been too blind to not notice you in the first place ? High fashion so stunning it could have blinded him. The mermaid shape of the dress embraced each curve of your body perfectly, it was in a Champagne-like color, which highlighted your skin tone too well for your own good, and then his eyes trailed down your legs, under the see-through fabric of the dress, he could use that sight of your bare thighs as he pleased.

-" A whole snack, indeed. " He admitted, cutting off his friend with what he added next. " But she's way outta your league. "

-" Huh-?" His hand on his friend's shoulder tightened and he made Koko face him again, which took out a frustrated groan from the latter since he was not done admiring you. " You mean she's too good for me ?"

-" I mean with a dress like that, her boyfriend must be either Christian Dior, or me. " Koko scoffed under a dark glare from Takeomi. " And honestly if I had someone like her on my bed, I wouldn't even be here t'night. "

Indignation filled the older man senses, painting a weary expression on his face.

-" I had girls like this between my legs when you weren't even born, jerk. "

-" and years later what you have between your legs now is a soft cucumber". Kokonoi replied, then snorted at his own comment making Takeomi roll his eyes.

-" You're being such a smartass, sit here and watch how real men make pussy rain. "

This time, Hajime couldn't hold his laughter, earning few glances from the people around. An idea clicked in his head at the same time.

-" I'll let you give it a try " he made a step toward him, locking eyes with his. " Then I'm heading toward her and bet tonight you'll receive a charming picture of her young pussy creaming on top of my bills. "

His answer has been a devilish smirk adorning Takeomi's lips, then he offered his hand to Kokonoi which he shook.

-" Deal. "

Oh no... You began biting your lower lip when you caught one of them approaching you. They have been standing only few meters away from you and shamelessly undressing you with their eyes, and now, the one who seemed the older was coming toward you with a smile on his face.

-" Isn't it a crime for such a beautiful lady not to enjoy herself at our event ?"

Our ? You wondered as he made a final step toward you, taking your hand in his and directing it toward his mouth in a gracious kiss. You smiled politely and shook his hand, he was not that bad, actually handsome, but a little too old for you.

-" Who told you I was not enjoying myself ? And, I assume you're one of the organizers".

Her voice's as soft as her skin, he mentally noted, reluctantly releasing your hand.

-" sweetheart drinking on your own is sad. " He watched as your smile grew wider, enjoying how your eyes lit up. " Takeomi Akashi, consider me your champagne mate for the night."

His confidence took a small laugh out of you, he was surprised by how warm his chest has felt within seconds because of you.

-" you have me very flattered, but unfortunately I am tak-"

-" Heard her, Omi ? " Another man's voice startled you from behind, within a second the voice's face appeared as a younger man, the second one that has been eye fucking you all along. " She's not interested".

Kokonoi stood between you and Takeomi, leaning over and taking your hand in his, placing a small kiss on your skin. If it wouldn't have looked creepy, he would gladly have left his lips lingering there longer, inhaling your perfume.

-" Kokonoi Hajime, dear. "

-" I am delighted" you flashed another smile toward him, thanks God was he a master in hiding his reactions since his heart missed a beat, couldn't take his eyes off of your face.

Not to sound cliché, but he found you looked different, almost out of place. Your face had that wide smile, those still bright eyes, an innocent expression in a nutshell, still not at all stained by all the dirty blood on that ballroom's walls.

And that,along with your enticing looks, was what had caught all Bonten's men attention. They had that chase arsenal, the need for destruction, and you looked like the perfect prey, untouched, like you would be beautiful even after the damage.

You on the other hand were flattered by their attention, really. Still couldn't help but be outraged by how stupid they thought you were, staring at you, discussing for nearly ten minutes and shaking hands just before they came to talk.

-" And it is my duty to say I really like the way you wear this dress. "

-" I like it too. " You answered Kokonoi in yet another smile. " Unfortunately for you, it's staying on. "

Both men scoffed at your answer, one mocking his friend, the other even more pleased. Kokonoi has never been a man of easy chores, he appreciated a little hard work and that made you even more interesting.

-" What a shame I won't be witnessing that wonderful view... "

-" Keep flirting with what's mine and you'll witness me declaring World War three. "

You three stiffened at the new voice, you were in no need to turn around to understand the hand that pulled you tighter by the waist was Mikey's. He stood there next to you, holding you close and sending daggers at both his men, poor them, you had thought still you couldn't help but smile seeing them with their tails between their legs.

-" Boss... " Kokonoi started, his face turned stern at the same time your eyes slightly widened.

Boss... Your smile was even harder to hold, you were far from being a tease but if was funny seeing them struggling in front of their boss' dark glare.

-" So this is... She is... " Takeomi began connecting the dots, then his eyes had caught the sight of his younger brother from the other side of the room, smirking along with both the Haitani brothers, that was when everything became clearer.

-" Now I understand why you told Mikey to invite her" Rindou contained his smile while talking to the pink haired man. The three of them were mocking Kokonoi and Takeomi's pale faces, Sanzu with a wide smile and Ran with a breathed laugh.

-" The face they're making is priceless. " Sanzu answered, yet his smile faltered since one of their partners cut Mikey off in his threatening glares, approaching him along with Kakucho.

-" duty calls... " Ran deadpanned and started walking toward them first, quickly followed by his brother and a sighing Sanzu.

Your fun was short lived since before anyone could add anything, the man with heterochromatic eyes that came in your house that night brought what looked like a business man with him who wanted to talk to your boyfriend, and soon after the greetings, the unknown one started introducing his project in front of Mikey's unbiased look.

There you were, standing in the middle of eight men discussing business, gazes drifting toward you from time to time as if you were nothing more but a doll on a shelf and that started really playing on your nerves, especially that the man was offering an investment that no one better than you could tell would cause a great loss.

Both the Haitani brothers had their eyes on you, even more obviously than Sanzu who still had too much respect to eye you that way in front of Mikey. Not a single inch of your skin was still unburned by their glances, from your bare shoulders under the shoulder-off dress to your breasts. The one you had stitched had a sly smile on his face that you wanted to wipe away, and the one you remembered as Rindou, the grumpy one just stared with a weary expression. He was too good at hiding that with every breath you were taking his heart was racing faster.

-" I'll study the case, none of us know enough about these to say if the income would be satisfying for us. As you know, we are quite demanding with our partners. " Kokonoi had replied to who you understood now was the president of a new pharmaceutical company.

No one of you can, but me... your mind was screaming for you to talk. Yet you were quite intimidated, honestly who wouldn't be ? Most of the men there were eyeing you as a piece of meat, and all the women were gathered far from any business talk, judging each other dresses and outfits. You secretly bit your tongue.

Shut up, shut up, shut up... Plus, what kind of honest pharmaceutical developer would use a criminal organization to promote their product?

-" I assure you that you will not regret investing in our antibiotics, I am fully confident that within the next twenty years we will dominate the pharmaceutical market." The CEO explained with another pathetic smile, that was the last straw for you, no doubt if you didn't talked at that time, you would have exploded.

-" This doesn't make much sense... "

Now have a room full of wolves, throw a piece of meat in the middle and close the door, that would be your feeling currently. Though you spoke in a low voice, all gazes turned toward you, you refused to meet any of them especially your boyfriend's one which you felt burning through your skin.

-" Aww she talks ! " His sugar coated tone almost made you throw up, which didn't help was how Mikey's hand tightened around your waist. " Why don't you go put on some lipstick, sweetheart? This strong sex's talk gives bad headaches. "

With each word of him, your blood boiled a temperature higher, and with each glance at his contemptuous face your nails dug deeper in your palm. All men stiffened around, hearing how he addressed you. To be fair, partners used to talk to their girls even worse, but what they all wondered was would Mikey consider you as their usual girls ?

Sanzu knew he wouldn't, he knew his king too well to not notice how his eyes darkened even more than usual...

-" Aww he barks ! " You scoffed in the same tone, making the man frown. " Thank you for caring about my lip's color, and since this conversation is for the strong sex, the strong sex's gonna use her pretty lips to tell these men around that investing in your project would be the worst decision they could ever take. "

The conversations around the ballroom seemed to get muffled, everyone could sense the tension climbing across the air. Kokonoi frowned, quite interested by your statement.

-" This is not about a stupid feminist argument sweetheart-"

-" Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to her. "

The man shivered to the spine under Mikey's voice, nodded fervently and cleared his throat. All the executives could not help but follow what was happening mouth agape, since when did Mikey stand up for his bitches ?

-" I apologize, Sir. What I meant is, this conversation's quite complicated for her-"

-" why ?" You cut him off, struggling to free yourself from Mikey's grip to make a step toward him. " Is it because I was born with a pussy between my legs ?"

-" Show us a proof... " Ran whispered under his breath, Sanzu almost laughing out loud because of his lewd statement. At the same time, Ran's face turned pale catching his boss' dark glare on him.

-" Say that again ?"

The silence around was suffocating, you didn't even cared about what Ran might have said since you were too busy throwing death glares at the pharmacist.

-" Um prove ! I said she has nothing to prove. not to him. He should respect her honestly, that is not how you treat a lady-" The elder Haitani made it up, luckily for him Manjiro was way too busy keeping you grounded to care more about him.

-" Within 20 years, antibiotics will be obsolete and completely unnecessary, with bacterial resistance increasing and the anti-antibiotic movement growing. " You managed to free yourself from your boyfriend's grip to stand still, with all your height in front of the taller man. " You just don't like it when pussy comes with a head, that's it. "

-" I wouldn't mind you giving me both-"

-" Repeat that ?" Mikey snapped back after Rindou whispered under his breath. Rindou straightened, cleared his throat and adopted his usual weary face.

-" I said she's a goat, boss. Women are smart, they giv- have wonderful heads. "

At this point, Manjiro was just too busy burning you with his gaze to even care about Sanzu, Ran and Rindou struggling to contain their laughers as dumb schoolgirls. His rage was roaring inside him, not only because of the several eyes stuck on his pretty girl,but also because his pretty girl had to draw everyone attention to her.

In less than a second, your waist was squeezed again, you found yourself face pressed against his strong chest, only able to look at the white fabric of his suit's shirt when you heard him.

-" I gotta talk to my women. Koko ?"

That one's eyes which were stuck on the curve of your hips from behind quickly got back at Mikey's face, straightening his shoulders, he nodded toward his boss.

-" Take care of this f'me, be back in a few. "

With that, he guided you, without a word outside, in a terrace that emptied as soon as you two got inside.

Kokonoi guided the man further from his co-workers, talking about whatever, and they took the opportunity to start spilling whatever they have been thinking.

-" Wow- " Sanzu began, popped a pill and stared at his older brother who was the next to speak.

-" that was... Fuckin' hot. "

Either nodding, or scoffing, none of them could deny that for once, having a woman taking part of the talk, putting a man back in his place and especially such a gorgeous woman had all their pants tightening.

-" She's the pussy that has been taking the Sano-conda for months, no doubt she's strong " Sanzu replied, earning all the glances to himself. Kokonoi who just came back to them rose an eyebrow.

-" Don't tell me you just gave Mikey's dick a name? Don't tell me his name is literally a mix of Sano and Anaconda?"

-" Okay I won't tell you" that one shrugged, still it didn't wiped the disgusted expression on Hajime's face.

-" So, you guys now believe us ?" Rindou inquired, Kokonoi and Takeomi's gaze met for a second, remembering their bet. They were not ashamed, far from it, they were just pissed by the fact that no one would obviously ever win that bet.

-" Someone tells me where I could buy these dark impulses ? 'cause I got the darkest black card out here and never had such a glamour-puss ".

-" That's exactly how I called her !" Both the Haitani brothers exclaimed as twins, then turned to look at each other with a sly smile.

- " how are things going, champagne mate ?" Sanzu took a chance to approach his brother and mock him while that one groaned.

-" She would've accepted if she was not head over heels for Mikey, I'm sure. "

-" Spare us, she's so young you could be her dad. "

-" you're thinking I wouldn't like her callin' me daddy ?" Takeomi snapped right back, making the Haitani's laugh.

-" shit bro, that ass in that dress was screaming for a spank. Bet Mikey's spanking his naughty girl right now " Ran made almost all of the men laugh.

-" What the hell am I hearing ?" Mochi who just came back from where he was smoking in the terrace asked, joining the group.

-" Where were you ?"

-" Smoking. And bro, how the hell did Mikey managed to get himself such a hot stuff ?"

He almost startled when the Haitani's and Sanzu looked at each other and went in for another laugher. What caught him more aback was that both Koko and Takeomi were smirking.

-" What the hell's happening here ?" He turned toward Kakucho, the only serious one there and asked. The latter sighed.

-" Nothing, just them being... Them. And me wondering why the hell my mother didn't swallow instead. "

Mochi only nodded slowly, confused as if to laugh or cry because of his friend's state, before Sanzu cut him off.

-" You can play coy all you want, just don't dare saying you wouldn't want whatever the fuck Mikey's having on the terrace now ".

Throwing a death glare at Sanzu and feeling his cheeks heating because of all his co-workers laughers and glances at him, he put his hands in his pockets and looked away, ignoring the statement.

He would not deny that. He could not anyway. His boss got himself the prettiest and cleanest girl they had ever seen since they started their careers, sweet, smart, and fierce, him just like any other executive could not say they were not even the slightest bit envious.

-" Yeah that's what I thought" the latter scoffed. " What are they doing anyway ? It's cold outside. "

-" Yeah... " Kokonoi started, and even himself wasn't believing what he was about to say, yet the influence of staying so long around these men have had the best of him. " It's cold outside, she's gonna tell him to cum inside. "

Nearly everyone's attention was on their group at that point, the laugher most of them had let out echoing through the room until even both you and Manjiro heard it from the terrace. Kakucho and Takeomi were the only ones who didn't laughed, still a smile was there curling both their lips, reluctantly.

-" That was the lamest joke I've heard in my life. " Takeomi told Kokonoi, who only rolled his eyes.

-" This is a nightmare... " Kakucho stated, before Ran answered.

-" No, this is Bonten ".

-" Every Saturday night on your TV. Stay tuned. "

•••

If only the laughers echoing from inside have been useful, yet even those were not enough to cool off the atmosphere between the two of you.

Mikey had his back facing you, both his hands on the railing. His knuckles were turning white from how strong he was gripping that one, keeping himself grounded.

His demons started roaring again, screaming for destruction and burning with wrath. And deep inside, he was terrified.

Scared that he might just let go of the wheel, scared they might hurt you, the ones inside his head, and that was the last thing he wanted.

He has been so hell bent on keeping you away from his gang life at first, he really should have kept that mindset, let Ran die in his backseat that night because now, he knew there wouldn't be any back off possible. You were just too... Eye catching, your honesty, your innocence, everything about you was a forbidden fruit for all the devils inside that ballroom, not a wonder you got all their eyes stuck on you the entire night.

And that was one of the things upsetting him so much, how even his presence didn't scared them off of your face, of your body and your fire. That feeling of jealousy was a whole new cloud in his already dark sky, he had never felt such a thing before, never actually cared about anyone to even feel it. And now, he was finding himself wanting to kill people just because their eyes landed on you.

-" It's getting late-"

Enough, in a split second you found yourself pinned against the wall, with Mikey's hand around your throat and his knee pressed between your legs.

You gulped down, dived deep in those dark eyes you loved so much. Never have you ever seen his face in such a state, it was emptier than usual, darker, even. You could not help but feel scared, feeling your hands trembling on each side of your body yet you maintained his eye contact.

-" Find it fucking funny to have all those eyes on you ? Running this mouth 'f yours around my men ?"

His voice was lower than usual, more dangerous, his lips inches away from yours gave you the impression of eating you alive, but nothing could have been compared to the way his eyes were burning each inch of your skin, from your face to your chest.

-" You should be the one asking yourself questions. " You replied with all the courage left in your body. " Like : Do I actually own a gang or a kindergarten ? "

He would not hurt you, right ? You wondered right after the words left your mouth. Your Manjiro, the man that turned into a boy in your arms, he would never get mad at you until hurting you, right ?

You heavily doubted it as you watched his hand tightening around your throat, still his knee between your legs, the friction he was giving you had something comforting, as if he wanted you to understand you were not in danger of death.

-" You really want me to force you to watch as I kill them all, hm ?"

Closing your eyes briefly for a second, you repeated a mantra inside your head.

He would not, he would never... he just was feeling insecure, you knew him better than anyone. Being between a bunch of men which everyone wanted you in a different way had all his insecurities and demons screaming, be smarter.

-" When I fuckin' ask, you answer. "

His hand squeezed a little more on your throat, making you gasp louder. At the same time, Manjiro thrusted his knee against your crotch, making your clit throb from pleasure, a smirk adorned his merciless face while you squeezed your thighs against each other.

-" No. But I won't stay there and shut up when someone disrespects me. " In a bold, or maybe suicidal move, your hands flew to his collar and brought him closer to you. Lucky you, your gesture was rather soft, otherwise he would never have took it that lightly.

And to be honest, whenever you would flash that fierce part of yourself, he would already be thinking about thousand and one ways of having you, taking you, keeping you next to him forever.

-" You brought me here tonight. You wanted me to be your girl in front of anyone. You don't disrespect the boss' girl. "

His girl, could the world stop for a minute and just let him feel the hurricane moving his chest at that meer word?

Mikey stared blankly at your eye color, sinking deep in your ocean. There were so much things he could read there that he couldn't quite say anything, couldn't comprehend anything except his heart beating louder, his lips screaming to take your pretty ones. Each of your words was his daily reminder to why he has chosen to keep you longer in the first place, each more second that you sustained his glare was a slap in the face, telling him if whatever soulmates existed, you would be his.

-" if you waited long enough, you would've known I was only waiting for him to make one more mistake to gift you his head on a platter. "

Dead serious, the look in his eyes dared you to even think he wouldn't be able to do it. That night you knew, he knew, and all of them inside knew he would kill for you.

Your hands left his shirt to cup his cheeks, even though his dark desires were still yearning for destruction and pain, your gentleness soothed his worries and thoughts, he leaned in your touch the slightest bit.

-" I know that, but I don't want this. And deep inside, you don't want this either. "

Frowning, his hand around your throat loosened and his knee left your thighs, Mikey straightened, sensing where you were going and stared at you.

-" What do you mean ?"

-" I mean that you need someone who can stand for herself, even when you're not here. When you're by my side, I'm the strongest. But when you're not here, I take your sword and carry your crown gladly. "

Has his heart ever beaten that fast in years ? Through fights or workouts ? Through experiencing death ? Never, he promised. And nothing has never been that right, he had lost too many people to think he could protect you forever, what he needed was to rest, to feel like whenever he would not be able to stand for you, you would be able to do it yourself.

-" you don't need someone you can protect, Manjiro. You need someone who'll make you drop the sword for a while and rest, I can be that someone. I can be your someone. "

Think of it as if his whole life suddenly made more sense, as if hearing his needs out loud was the thing that made them relevant,accurate.

He felt exposed, naked, but not only. He felt as if you broke his walls, looked passed his insecurities that were hiding inside and built brand new walls around his heart. With windows, this time, to let the light seep in. He was at a loss of words and couldn't even face you, look you in the eyes.

Just what did he do to deserve such a blessing ? You were so perfect that it started to hurt, that it became torture to keep wondering when you would finally understand he was not worth it, you...

Your heart missed several beats when he turned his back to you, began making few steps toward the door that led inside the ballroom.

Was it the end ? Have you gone too far ? Months of trying to make his guards fall down have them ended up themselves falling, failing ?

Anxiety had you digging your nails in your palms, heart racing rapidly especially when he stopped few steps away from the door and turned to look at you from the corner of his eyes.

And God was he pretty, with his empty dark eye devouring you that way, wind slightly blowing his hair.

-" What you waiting for ?"

His stern voice snapped you out of your thoughts, you tilted your head to the side questioningly, eyeing the hand he reached toward you to take.

-" better hurry up and come with me, before I make them all hear how dumb I fuck my queen. "

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Wow, I bet you all know the kind of unfunny and lame jokes I make everyday, poor my friends...

I stressed posting this honestly cause you all liked the first part so much and I didn't wanted to ruined it, I was kinda pressured, hope you like it though !

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You were completely and utterly unbearable in his eyes.

Megumi x Fem! Reader

Warnings: name calling, public sex, unprotected sex, creampies, fucking while on the phone with someone else, drunk sex, rough sex, slapping, biting, degrading, overstimulation, more creampies

A/N: I aspire to write smut elegantly, it just never fucking happens. I had fun writing this though :)) also trying to find a new layout for the fics I post. Everyone always makes theirs look so aesthetically pleasing and I struggle LMAO This is unedited and not proof read — like always — so plz disregard any spelling errors. Unless they are major… then plz tell me

Word count 12.9k

Even the clicking of your pen was absolutely insufferable. Megumi’s whole body felt as if it had been doused in hot water, anger flooding him from the ends of his unruly hair all the way to his toes. “Could you stop that.” His tone was tense, jaw clenched tightly as his words barely slipped past his gritted teeth. “No.” Was all you uttered back, light and airy as if not a single thing could bother you. You haven't even taken your eyes off of the page you were studying to address him. That alone, infuriated him even more.

“Stop clicking your pen.” He didn’t like repeating himself, his fists tightened as he waited for your likely snotty response. “Like I said, no.” Again, not missing a single beat. Your eyes remained focused on your textbook, a small smirk on your face as you felt his leg begin to bounce under the table. You had gotten to know your lab partner pretty well over the course of the semester. Enough to know he hated your guts, also enough to know his little manursims when he was mad. Bouncing his leg was a clear sign you were getting under his skin. Just how you wanted to, just how you loved to.

Silence fell over the two of you, your pen still clicking, Megumi’s leg still bouncing. You always seemed to win these battles, typically because the man across from you would get up and storm away. If you were correct, he’d be getting up and leaving in less than five minutes. Time ticked by slowly, your finger never once stopping as you clicked your pen again and again and again. “Could you fucking quit it already!” Megumi’s fist hit the table, eyes sharp as a blade making contact with your own. “Could you fucking quit asking me? The answer is and always will be no.”

It was a staring match now, the only thing filling the quiet library was the click click click of your pen. Really you were both quite lucky it was so late at night and nobody on campus was stupid enough to be pent up in here on a Friday night… technically now Saturday morning. Instead of speaking, Megumi’s arm swung forward, aiming to pull or knock the pen right out of your hand. Instead you leaned back in your chair, laughing as you dodged his simple attack. “What are you? Four?” Bold words coming from someone who was slowly driving a man to insanity with a pen.

“For sake, stop clicking the fucking pen.” He was seething yet too lazy to get out of his chair and return to his dorm. You just shook your head, clicking it over and over with a shit eating grin plastered to your face. One Megumi was aching to wipe clean off. His mind was always full of ways to get under your skin in the same ways you’d get under his. Yet some part of him figured it was better to be the bigger person. He’d only have to deal with you for a few more weeks, then the semester would be over. You’d no longer be his lab partner and you’d likely never see eachother again unless it was in passing.

“You are such a child.” You snorted, holding the pen out of reach and clicking it in rapid succession to drive your point home. Megumi had gotten out of his seat now, nearly lunging across the table for it. You laughed, loud and obnoxious as he missed for a second time. “Look at you! Throwing a damn tantrum. Aren’t you supposed to be like twenty or something?” Megumi just glared at you, one knee resting on the table while he watched your finger press down on the pen’s button again and again. He didn’t know what to do next, swallow his pride and sit back down or grab for the pen a second time.

He chose the other route, this time actually making his way over the table to grab the pen from your hand. Instead of triumphantly getting the pen away from you, things took a disastrous turn. You had leaned too far back in your chair, losing balance completely and landing flat on your back. As if it couldn’t get any worse, Megumi had lost his footing. He too fell straight off the table, landing on top of you with a loud thump. You both laid in silence for a moment, silence Megumi would have found blissful if it weren’t for the pain radiating in his knees. On The other hand, you were trying to force air back into your lungs.

Air that had been knocked straight out of you when your back hit the floor. Which wasn’t helped when Megumi went and put his whole body weight on you only a second later. After a second, he forced himself up, both hands caging in your head as he looked down at you. “This is your fault.” His cheeks were rosy, lips seeming to quiver as he looked at you. “I’m fine, thanks for asking.” You huffed, the back of your head was throbbing from where you smacked it. “And get the fuck off of me.” You spat out after, eyes looking down to see Megumi straddling you. He caught on, immediately shifting off of you.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you just stopped with that damn pen.” He moved to stand, not bothering to help you as you pulled yourself off the ground. “I’m done for tonight.” You sat on the ground in silence, watching him grab his laptop and textbook before storming out of the library, your pen still in his hand. Once he was gone you let your body relax a bit, a sigh leaving you as you reached up to rub the back of your head. “What a gentleman.” With any luck, you’d given yourself a concussion. The rest of your body would probably be tender by the time you woke up.

You could blame Megumi for that if you really wanted to, considering he practically body slammed you. You began to laugh, pulling yourself off the ground to pack your things as well. There was no way you’d get anything done with the way your head was thrumming. Megumi, however, was practically running back to his dorm, shame flooding his cheeks as he prayed no one would see him. “Get a grip you moron.” He muttered under his breath, head downcast as he tried to use his backpack to shield himself. It wasn’t quite noticeable but he was still mortified, slowly but surely there was a persistent problem growing in his pants.

“It would have happened if it were anyone, it’s natural.” Two bold lies to try and convince himself were actually truths. It only happened because it was you, that simple fact was too much for him to bear. It wasn’t until he reached up to punch in the entry code that he realized he still had your pen in his hand. “Fuck off.” He groaned, tossing it somewhere in the bushes before angrily pressing the numbers in. Megumi was starting to find everything irritating now, especially the issue he was refusing to acknowledge. “Just a few more feet.” He muttered under his breath.

A few more feet and he’d be at his shared dorm, something that still wasn’t used too. He missed his high school years for a moment, his own bedroom and bathroom all to himself on a quiet campus. Now he was at a bustling university campus in the heart of Tokyo, per Gojo’s request. It was all because the man sweet talked them into giving him, Nobara and Yuji a free ride. Now he shared a room with the pink haired man, as much as he loved him, living with him was proving to be too much. Yet semester after semester, he always chose to room with him.

Megumi’s shoulders sagged the moment he reached their room. Hanging on the doorknob was a sign Yuji had made specifically for these situations. “Do not enter” hooked over the door in Yuji’s attempt at nearly handwriting. That sign was to warn Megumi that he had someone in there with him, essentially telling Megumi to respectfully fuck off. “Of all fucking nights.” He could scream now, it was just one bad thing after another at this point. Not only was he annoyed that he couldn’t get him his dorm, he was mad about what the sign reminded him of. The very fact that he hadn’t gotten laid once this semester.

You were the one to blame for that. The stupid lab class he had chosen to take consumed most of his free time, naturally that meant you consumed most of his free time. He had no time to be dragged out to parties with Yuji and Nobara, no time to drunkenly woo a girl or guy back into his bed, no time to even get himself off alone. It was embarrassing, let alone the fact that it was obvious to the pink haired man that his best friend hadn’t gotten his dick wet in months. Megumi wasn’t usually the hook up type but fuck he enjoyed having sex.

He could, unfortunately, push aside his morals so long as he was promised blissful release at the end. “Fucking great.” He muttered again, still standing in place in front of his dorm door, as if that would magically erase the sign. He was left with no place to go, especially right now. Usually he’d just go visit Nobara, the girl had managed to score a dorm suite all for herself. She let him crash there whenever he needed. The bulge in his pants, however, was keeping him from really going anywhere at all. So he sulked off, making his way to the dorm’s common rooms. If he was lucky, it would be empty.

“Dude… can you give me y/n’s number?” They were in the dining hall, students coming and going from every direction, it made Megumi’s whole body feel uncomfortable. “What?” He could have choked on the cereal he was trying to eat, eyes widening almost comically as he looked up. “Y/n’s number, your lab partner?” Megumi rolled his eyes, swallowing his food before speaking. “I know who she is, dumb ass.” His heart was starting to pound now, he’d like to enjoy his time away from you in peace. Yet somehow you always managed to make your way to him in some form or another.

“Oh! My bad dude! You got a thing for her?” Yuji blinked with wide eyes, absolutely not phased by the death glare in Megumi’s eyes. “No I don’t got a thing for her, she’s fucking evil.” He put his spoon down a little harder than necessary. “Y/n? Really?” Yuji seemed shocked, all the while he was bringing more food to his mouth. It took Megumi a second to realize Yuji had referred to you as if he knew you personally. “Wait… do you know her?” His food was completely forgotten now, his full attention was on whatever Yuji would say next.

“I only know of her. She’s good friends with Todo, he said she stopped frequenting his parties once this semester started. He blames you for that, so I’d watch out for him if he ever makes his way on campus.” Of course you’d be friends with Todo, someone Megumi couldn’t stand. Luckily he attended a different university, just a little outside of Tokyo. Still close enough to go on missions if needed. “Wait…” you were friends with all these sorcerers? Yuji tilted his head, waiting for whatever Megumi would question next. “Is she a sorcerer?” How the hell wouldn't he have known sooner?

“No, I don’t think so. I know she can see curses but that’s about it.” Yuji returned to his food, acting as if he didn’t just drop a massive bomb on Megumi. Did you know he was a sorcerer? Had you known all along? “Oh but for real, can I have her number? She’s super hot.” Megumi nearly lost his appetite, “didn’t I tell you she was evil?” He was hoping to deter the conversation elsewhere. He had no valid reason to not give your number to Yuji. “You did, but I like a woman with a sharp tongue. Plus she’s friends with Todo so she must like to party. I think we’d be a great match.” Megumi sighed.

“I’m not just going to give out her number, ask Todo.” Yuji shrugged, finally dropping the topic of you, but not before saying one last thing. “If you like her dude, just tell me and I won’t pursue her.” It was soft, as if he were talking to a temperamental toddler who would throw a fit at any second. “I’m not interested in her.” But he couldn’t tell Yuji he could have you, those words got caught up somewhere in his throat. Yuji just shook his head, fully returning back to his food. Megumi could be utterly impossible sometimes, it would be best to leave you and the subject alone until his best friend could sort his shit out.

His head was pressed to the armrest of the worn down couch in the common room. Who the fuck knows what had taken place on this couch but for now Megumi couldn’t be bothered to care. He was squeezing his eyes shut, willing this dick to calm the fuck down. He was positive he’d have no interruptions, considering it was nearly 3am at this point. Most students would either be sleeping or drunkenly passed out somewhere. The likelihood of someone walking in on him or even remembering what they saw would be slim to none. Yet he still couldn’t bring himself to take the easy solution to solving the crisis in his pants.

“I have no choice.” He muttered softly, head lifting to look down at the insufferable bulge that he couldn’t get to go down. Shakily, he placed a hand over himself, gasping softly as some sort of relief was finally felt. He felt his cheeks turn a deep shade of red as he began fondling himself, the relief slowly turned into pleasure. He didn’t have the courage to undo his pants, he’d settle for this, as mortifying to him as it may be. “How fucking pathetic.” He groaned, head falling back as he found a good rhythm for himself, essentially dry humping his own hand. He tried to let himself relax, still too tense that someone could walk in.

It was one thing to be caught fucking someone on this couch, dry humping your hand? Absolutely horrific. Megumi would be the butt of every joke, some lame, horny college dude that couldn’t get someone in his bed. That only made him move quicker, hips moving to meet his hand as he struggled to reach his release. He was suddenly too caught up in the moment to think of one fatal error he had forgotten to consider. You also lived in this dorm building, meaning you would be the only one awake and sober right now to catch him.

You huffed, realizing you must have left your student ID in your dorm room. You punched in the numbers on the pin pad, it only took an extra second but it was still annoying. As you moved to open the door, you noticed something sitting in the bushes. “How fucking typical.” You laughed as you reached for your pen, the only sign that Megumi had also returned to the dorms. You plucked it from the bush where it had been carelessly discarded. “He really carried it all the way back here.” You chuckled as you entered the fluorescent hallway, your dorm was on the third floor, right above Megumi’s.

You clicked the elevator button, waiting patiently for it to drop to your level and pick you up. Nothing sounded better than a hot shower, some pain relief meds and your cheap twin XL mattress. As you stepped inside the elevator, an earlier conversation with your roommate popped into mind. She had told you to stay out late, maybe not even bother returning to the dorm till early morning. She was going to a party and told you there was no way she’d be returning to your dorm alone. Dread filled you as the elevator made its way up, you may be stranded for the next few hours if a certain sign was on your dorm door.

The elevator dinged, opening up to your room's floor. You stepped out hesitantly, making your way down until you turned the corner and stopped dead in your tracks. Sure enough, the butterfly magnet was slapped halfheartedly to the door. “Fuck.” You moved forward anyways, maybe you could slip in if they were asleep. You pressed your ear to the door, despite it being made of metal, it was still pretty thin. You held your breath, waiting to hear any sign of movement. Sure enough, you could clearly hear sounds you’d rather not. “Fuck off.” You groaned, kicking the metal door, knowing full and well neither of the two inside would be phased.

Your only choice was to head to the common room, maybe you could call Todo and see if he’d pick you up. You padded away, pulling your phone out and scrolling through your contacts. You found Todo, texting him to see if he was still up at such an ungodly hour. After a second of no response you clicked your phone off, shoving it in the back pocket of your shorts. The common room was a floor down, you clicked to summon the elevator and the door opened immediately. “I could probably get some more of the project done.” The throbbing in your skull had turned to a dull ache, more than enough for you to manage while you worked but it would still be annoying.

The elevator dinged again, opening to what you knew as Megumi’s floor. You made your way down the hall at a steady pace, you were in no hurry to spend the rest of your night in the common rooms. As you neared the open archway you froze, soft grunts and rustling met your ears. “Don’t tell me someone is fuckimg in there…” you whispered so low you barely heard yourself speak. You barged in, ready to make a scene and interrupt whoever it was that was too horny to make it back to their room. Instead, every insult died on your lips, mouth parting in shock at the sight before you. “No fucking way.”

You began to laugh, just as loud and obnoxious as you had in the library. All the color from Megumi’s flushed cheeks disappeared, all the while his hand froze in the worst way possible. “So we are in the same boat? Your roommate is fucking someone right now, right? That’s why you’re jerking off alone in the common room?” You 're still laughing, making your way over to the dingey couch Megumi was sprawled on. You were hovering over him now, watching as he was genuinely too horrified to speak. You hated to admit it but the sight of him desperately trying to get off, had you feeling some sort of way.

It had been a few months after all, judging from the bulge in his sweats, he wouldn’t be half bad. “Do you mind if I join?” You fully expected that to snap him back into reality, ready for the onslaught of curses and names that would be hurtled your way as he demanded you leave him alone. Instead, Megumi nodded, his body moving on autopilot to create some wiggle room for you to straddle him. It almost felt like the man had been put under a trance, absolutely hypnotized but his own lust. You were no better, crawling onto the couch and plopping your cover cunt directly over his bulge.

“How humiliating is this?” You laughed again, hips beginning to rock back and forth. “So fucking horny but too lame to get laid. Your roommate has more game than you, to the point he kicked you out so he could fuck some bitch in peace.” Your hips swiveled, Megumi gulped, hands coming down to hold your waist as you moved. “Though I guess I’m not much better, my room is off limits for the same reason. Kinda jealous I must say, I’d kill to have my back blown out right now.” Your hips moved a little harsher, you could feel the soft prickle of arousal hitting you, but it wasn’t nearly enough to get you off. Megumi, though, looked as if he was about to spill in his pants.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you Megumi? I’m sure you’re in the same boat as me. That stupid fucking lab took up all our free time. You know how many fucking parties I missed?” You 're getting angry, hips pressing down almost painful against Megumi’s. He felt suffocated, not only by the confines of his pants but by your hips. He hated you, he absolutely hated you, especially as a moan slipped past his lips. “Yeah? Look at you, how fucking pathetic. Letting me grind on you like we are some horny teenagers. You aren’t even trying to take the lead.” You scoffed, moving to stand now, you were fed up with it already.

Megumi’s hands tightened, trying to keep you pressed to him. His release was so close and you up and leave him hanging, he really fucking hated you. “Oh loosen up, I’m not leaving.” You spat at him, pulling yourself to your feet. Before he could even question what you were about to do, you pulled your phone from your back pocket, tossing it somewhere on the floor as you dropped your shorts. You were fully exposed from the waist down, letting Megumi’s eyes hungrily drink in the sight of your cunt. “Pull it out.” You commanded as if it were a natural statement, not even when you were horny did you relax even a bit.

Megumi’s teeth gritted, that same anger filling his body, he did as you asked regardless. He lifted his hips, not exactly likely the idea of his bare skin on the couch below. Right now though, he knew what was coming next, therefore he couldn’t give a shit. You watched with folded arms, holding back a gasp as his cock slapped against his abdomen. Much to your pleasure, he was big, but you wouldn’t let him get the satisfaction of seeing you react. “I-I don’t got a condom.” Finally, he managed to speak. “Neither do I, but I don’t really care.” You were straddling his hips again, pushing his sweatshirt up a bit to expose some of his toned abdomen.

You grabbed his base, earning a hiss of “easy.” As you began greedily pumping him. Sticky precum was already smeared along his length from residing in his pants for so long. You had to hold back your groans, you were dying to feel him inside of you. Your hips lifted, angling yourself awkwardly so you could sit on his length, swatting away Megumi’s hands as they attempted to guide you. “Don’t.” You barked back at him, holding him steady as his bulbous head penetrated you. You struggled to hold in a groan, after a few months it really felt like the first time all over again. The stretch was uncomfortable, a burning sensation spreading all the way to your thighs.

You pushed past, lowering yourself on his length inch by inch until you met his base. You felt full, something you hadn’t felt in such a long time that you almost forgot how much you enjoyed it. A choked “fuck” escaped him, hands gripping your hips with bruising force as your walls sputtered around him. You were suffocating him entirely. He could feel everything, especially the way you were greedily clinging to him. He was, as much as he hated it, at your mercy for the time being. You rolled your hips slowly, mouth parting as he pressed further into what you had come to know as your “g-spot.” Megumi’s brows furrowed, eyes focusing on where his cock had disappeared inside of you.

“You’re fucking lucky you’re hot.” You began bouncing slowly, lifting your hips up until half of him was left and dropping back down. The couch creaked as you put your full weight down on him again and again. Megumi was still too stunned to do much else, he couldn’t bring himself to speak in fear of saying something that would piss you off and make you stop. Instead he held your hips, arms rising and falling every time you bounced. A smirk crept up your cheeks, struggling to remain a smirk as he passed over that one spot over and over. You had forgotten how good it felt, what made things even better is that he was keeping his mouth shut.

You could enjoy his cock and his beauty without the irritation of hearing his bitching. Slowly but surely, soft squelches began to emit from between your thighs. Every time your hips sunk down, engulfing him over and over, a soft squelch was heard as you lifted back up. You found it rather satisfying, especially with the way it seems to draw Megumi in. It was a soft wet slap of skin against skin, the pleasure in your gut intensifying each time you clenched. Part of you knew that even if a condom was available you would have gone without, there was something much more sweeter to this victory due to the fact that you were fucking him raw.

Your attention was pulled from his face a moment later, your phone was buzzing on the ground next to the couch. Todo’s name flashed on the screen, a soft “oh!” Tumbling from your lips as you bent down. Megumi groaned as he slipped out of your tight heat completely, cock twitching at the loss of your warmth. You rolled your eyes as he complained, sliding over the answer button in the process. “Yo! Todo! Are you just waking up or are you going to bed.” You straighten, one hand holding your phone to your ear while the other reaches for the slick base of Megumi’s cock. He was covered with your arousal, his own was still leaking from his irritated looking tip.

He had been close, somewhat thankful you pulled out when you did because he didn’t want this to end yet. “Of course you’d wake up at nearly 4am to start your day.” You sunk back down on him, not missing a single beat as you listened to Todo’s question. That was something that would normally absolutely infuriate him, being balls deep really seemed to mellow him out. “Oh I was calling you to ask if you were still having that party later today.” You found a new rhythm, this time the sound of skin slapping skin was much louder. You wouldn’t be shocked if Todo asked you what the sound was, you’d be honest with him if he did.

“Oh good!” You cooed into the phone when he said yes, Megumi could just faintly make out the man’s far too boisterous laugh for the time of day it was. “Oh well, I’m asking because I plan on finally attending this one.” You dropped down fully, Megumi’s body holding forward as the tip of his cock pressed to your cervix. It was nearly painful but you kept your composure, using your free hand you began rubbing short, quick circles on your clit. You could feel Megumi inside of you, twitching with every thrust. The soft pants leaving his plump lips told you he was about to cum.

Megumi seemed to snap out of his daze when he heard Todo's laugh, followed by unintelligible but excited talking. He needed to see you lose your composure, something you had somehow stripped him of. The Megumi you were familiar with came back in the form of his hands bruising your waist. His hips jutted upwards, cock head slamming into your cervix over and over as he made it so your hips collided with every thrust. Now he could hear it, the gentle rasp, the undeniable strain in your voice as you spoke on the phone. “I-I’ll be bringing a plus one this time, Todo.”

Megumi was getting too worked up to care, the way your breasts bounced with every smack had his whole body vibrating. “Come for me…” he groaned, his voice sounding worse than your own. “Y-yeah! A plus one.” You drawled out the last word, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as Megumi turned your pace to an unbearable speed. “Oh you’ll be s-surprised.” The phone nearly fell out of your hand, head falling back as ecstasy filled your veins from head to toe. The couch below you was now threatening to break, the creaking was loud enough to wake anyone up. “I-I’ll see you then. Do you need me to bring anything?”

Your orgasm was just in your reach, yet you couldn’t hang up the phone, especially when you knew it bothered Megumi. You could feel it, a gasp you couldn’t control slipping past your lips as your hips jerked wildly. Megumi felt more so than saw your orgasm hit you, your walls had become even tighter than he could have imagined, your arousal coming out in a sticky, warm gush. He could see sweat rolling down your temple, eyes seemingly clouded over as your bliss came over you in waves. Jealousy spiked in him, his hips never slowing his assault as he chased after his own release, the one thing that had gotten him into this mess to begin with.

“Oh sorry…” you snapped out of your daze as Todo called your name, you mumbled something about not having gone to bed yet. Your heart was shooting through your chest as you felt Megumi nearing his end, you couldn’t even focus on what Todo was saying as you attempted to pry yourself away from him. Megumi’s grip was a lot stronger than it had been before, your overstimulation mixed with panic was still no match for him. After a twitch you knew was much stronger than the last, paired with a low and steady moan, Megumi came.

All the while he had burned himself deep, dull head pressing painfully to your cervix again, white ropes pouring endlessly into you. Finally, Megumi had gotten your facade to drop just a bit, it was in the form of a slightly shocked expression. Still not as satisfying as what he was really looking for, but it would do for now. “Yeah I’m still here.” You glared down at the shit eating smirk plastered to Megumi’s face. His grip finally loosened, crescent nail marks dug deep into your thighs as you lifted enough for his softening cock to slip out.

Following it came his release, your arousal mixed with his cum followed steadily, dripping down into his cock and abdomen. You shook your head, muttering under your breath before bidding Todo a good bye and hanging up the phone. “Some fucking nerve you got, Fushiguro.” Not even his first name, had he not been so relaxed he probably would have bit back at your bait. “You hate me so much yet you let me fuck you. Then you have the audacity to keep me in place and cum. Fucking filthy.” You got up, maintaining some stability despite your thighs burning and your legs feeling like jelly.

“We’re going to Todo’s party later today. Don’t even fucking try and say no. You owe me big time for what I just let you do.” You said it as if you weren’t the one to offer, Megumi was still aching for more. He was aching for a second round where he didn’t just let you take the lead. He was going to get what he was after, he was going to get that smug look off your face. Now, he knew exactly how to go about it. Of course he wasn’t going to deny attending the party with you, it was the perfect set up for him to get his revenge. “Goodnight.” He called after you as you walked away, shorts pulled back on and phone gripped tightly in your hand.

For now, he was left with the mess you left behind, but for once he couldn’t seem to get mad. Instead his head was buzzing with the endless ways he’d make you putty in his hands. He’d make sure you felt as small as you had just made him feel, he’d make sure you cried his name over and over. It was the best form of revenge, it just sucked you had gotten to go first. Then again, you opened his mind to the best form of punishment he could think of. It was the perfect solution he had been too dense to find. “My turn, y/n.” He tucked himself away, grimacing at the sticky feeling he was left with.

—

“I can’t believe you are actually going!” Yuji was standing in front of Megumi’s mirror, gel covering his hands as he perfectly spiked his hair. It was nearly 7pm that night now and you had been the sole subject on Megumi’s mind. As much as the idea of this party filled him with dread, he wasn’t willing to let you go off alone. How ironic, he fucking hated you, didn’t he? So why was he suddenly so concerned about your wellbeing? His jaw was clenched tight, teeth aching as he opened his mouth to speak. “I don’t have a choice.”

“Oh that’s right, y/n is making you go.” Yuji chuckled at the story Megumi had told him, something about tipping your chair and threatening to stop working on your final assignment. In order to keep the peace, Megumi agreed to go with you. A believable lie for Yuji, though Nobara may see straight through it. Luckily she was spending her weekend with Maki, so he didn’t have to worry about her much. “You’ll have fun, Megumi. Hell, maybe you’ll finally get laid. Sorry again about that…” Megumi suppressed a groan, of course Yuji would bring that up yet again.

Megumi wasn’t allowed back into their shared dorm room until nearly 8am. Luckily for him, the girl Yuji had slept with was a morning person, she was up and out of there bright and early. Not before another round, one Megumi nearly interrupted, according to Yuji. At least tonight he’d be the one bringing someone back, hopefully way before Yuji. Essentially a small little dig agaisnt his pink haired friend, this time Yuji would be the one waiting around, that is if he didn’t end up in someone else’s bed.

Regardless, Megumi was getting his revenge. After showering and getting access to his dorm again, Megumi crashed until two in the afternoon. You were, as always, lingering in his mind. You even had the audacity to fill his dreams. All he could think about was the way you so careless fucked him, as if it were a normal routine that required no effort. Never mind the fact that he had been so entranced he barely did anything in return. Embarrassment was nagging at him, despite the fact that his orgasm was the best he’d had in a long time.

Tonight though, he was paying you back tenfold. Hell he wouldn’t be satisfied until his bed was broken at the way his anger was starting to pent up again. “Next time, go to her room. Having to crash on that nasty couch in the commons wasn’t ideal.” He adjusted his collar, hand reaching for his cologne. “I said I was sorry!“ Yuji whined, as he moved to grab his shoes. Megumi had chosen a black button up, sleeves rolled to his elbows and the top two buttons undone, exposing his pale collarbone.

Accompanying his top was a pair of cargo shorts, all picked out according to your bitching at him through text. It was a pool party apparently, something Megumi had no desire for, so he forgoed any swim attire. Yuji on the other hand wore a pair of pink swim trunks and a white t-shirt with a Hawaiian shirt hanging open over top. One he was sure Todo gifted him at some point in their friendship. Their outfits were polar opposites yet somehow still fit the desired look.

“Are we meeting y/n there?” Megumi shook his head, moving to grab his shoes as well. “She’ll be waiting for us in the common room.” Yuji hummed, it was only revealed to him earlier that day that you happened to live in the same building. “Well, should we get going?” Yuji’s hand was already on the doorknob, bouncing like a small kid waiting for his parent’s approval. “We should. You got everything you need?” After another nod, Yuji yanks the door open.

Here goes nothing and everything all at once.

You were laughing with a group of kids in your major when Megumi and Yuji found you. “Y/n!” Yuji called as if he had known you his whole life, your head shot up, a smile crossing your face that Megumi never saw directed at him. “Is that the infamous Itadori Yuji calling my name?” You stepped away from the table of students, walking towards Yuji as he walked towards you. Megumi watched in shock as you easily wrapped your arms around the pink haired man, what got him even more was the fact that Yuji easily reciprocated.

“In the flesh! Todo has told me a lot about you.” Megumi could hear your groan as you pulled away a moment later. “Oh I can only imagine the things he’s said. You and him have been friends since high school, yeah?” As you and Yuji separated, Megumi finally was able to process what you had on. A black maxi dress with thin straps, the dress itself hugged you perfectly, accentuating every curve. Hell, it took him a moment to pull his eyes away from your ass. As his eyes roamed back up towards your face, he noticed the equally thin straps to a bathing suit just barely hidden. He had to suppress a groan.

There was something irritating to him about how easily you seemed to get along with Yuji. He thought back on that conversation they had in the dining hall a few weeks back, maybe Yuji was right. But Megumi wasn’t interested in you… he couldn’t stand you, yet there was jealousy bubbling in his chest. Green eyes shifted over to a couple sitting on the familiar, old couch. He didn’t expect to meet your gaze the moment he looked back towards the two of you, a small smirk on your lips as you knew what he was thinking. Once again, you and Megumi were unknowingly sitting in the same boat.

You had managed to keep your aloof attitude going until you were out of Megumi’s sight. It wasn’t until you walked away from him that you felt embarrassment flooding your cheeks, somehow you had kept your composure but you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Even as you made your way through the dorm building with no destination ahead, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. His fucked out expression, the way his eyes seemed glossed over as he stared at your cunt, the way his brows furrowed when he was close.

You had caught him in a vulnerable moment, you were positive that’s the only reason why he didn’t try and take things over. From experience, you knew it was the guys like him that usually had a lot going on. After that little excursion, you were proven correct once more. Now, even though you were sure he’d never make the move, you wanted to know how mean he could be… in different ways. “Glad you listened to me.” You shamelessly looked him up and down, you had caught him not so subtly doing the same to you moments prior.

“Yeah, Fushiguro cleans up nice, doesn't he?” Yuji hooked his arm with yours, you held back a grin as Megumi’s eyes zeroed in on the movement. “He does, I’m used to the baggy sweats and grandpa loafers.” A loud “hey!” Left Megumi’s lips as both you and Yuji laughed, it was already starting to get on his nerves, Yuji was far too close for comfort yet you didn’t seem to care. “Let’s get going.” He groaned, aching to deter the conversation away from him and maybe get you away from Yuji. “Ugh, lame.” You tugged Yuji along with you as Megumi made his way out of the common room.

“Oh, how are we getting there?” Yuji asked absentmindedly, he nearly forgot that Todo’s campus was across the city. “Bus or subway, whichever you guys have a pass for. I have both.” That was one other thing that reminded Megumi of how badly he missed jujutsu tech, the fact that someone was always there to drive them around. It was a luxury he didn’t realize he had taken for granted. “If you have neither, I can drive, but you’ll pay me gas money.” You laughed as Yuji seemed shocked to hear you had a car on campus.

“I’ll pay you the gas money.” Megumi’s voice was soft, he turned to glance at the surprised look on your face. “Alright, works for me. It’s a good thing I grabbed my keys.” The elevator opened, letting the three of you on as Megumi hit the button for the ground floor. He figured it would be best that transportation was readily available, especially if his plan worked out perfectly. Knowing you, you’d find a way to somehow ruin it without even realizing, that’s why he had backups. “I’m parked right by the building so it saves us the walk.” You were jingling your keys now, excited to show off your prized possession.

Your car was a two door mustang, one you spent a lot of time working on, plus it had more upgrades than you could count at this point. Megumi should have known someone like you would have a car like this, well a car in general he should say. “I call shotgun!” Yuji was bouncing again, just like an excited little kid. “I’m taller and I’m paying the gas money, you’re getting in the back. The back in question was barely there, Yuji would be lucky if he could even get his legs in. The pout on his face was priceless but he didn’t put up a fight, especially when Megumi glared at him.

“It’s fine, you boys can share.” You were sliding into the driver's seat as you spoke, just a bit jittery at the idea of driving the city. It was part of the reason you had a bus and subway pass, yet you always liked to show off when you could. “You better be a good driver.” Megumi was tightening his seatbelt as your engine roared to life. “I cherish my car more than I cherish your life, so yes, I’m a good driver.” He rolled his eyes, there was the y/n he was used to. Yuji however didn’t seem to catch on to what you said.

“Fuck you.” It was barely above a whisper, you laughed as you pulled out of the lot, not missing a beat you whispered back “You already did.” Megumi had to hold in his reaction, jaw clenching as he turned to look out the window. “Did Todo ask you to bring anything, Yuji?” The pink haired man shook his head, eyes scanning his phone screen. “For once he handled it all himself.” You pulled off of campus and into the city, your anxiety spiking as you pulled up to a red light.

“He’s only like twenty minutes from here, right?” You knew the way by heart but it had been a while. “Yeah.” Silence fell over the car once again, music played but quietly, Megumi still hadn’t looked back at you. You glanced back at Yuji who was still distracted by his phone before turning to look at the lights. Carefully, you crept your hand over towards the passenger seat, resting it softly on Megumi’s thigh. You felt him tense beneath you, head turning to look in your direction. You kept a smirk plastered to your face as you drove through the green light.

Megumi was stuck between three options. Asking you what you were doing, pushing your hand off, or leaving it where it was. Somewhere in the back of his mind came the worry of what Yuji would think if he saw it. “Why?” Was all he could muster as you took another turn. Instead of answering, your hand snuck a little further up his thigh. “You can’t be serious.” Another whisper you didn’t respond to, this time Megumi was the one to glance back at Yuji. As you came to the next red light, you pulled away. “Text Todo and tell him we’ll be there soon.” They were still about 15 minutes away.

Megumi felt disappointment flood him, that disappointment turned to confusion as to why exactly he felt disappointed in the first place. You seemed to think you still had the upper hand, once again he felt annoyance begin to bubble up in his chest. Really, how did he even get roped into this? It was embarrassingly the fact that he wanted to fuck you again, this time properly so he could wipe the carefree smirk off your face. “On it… wait turn that up I love this song.” You snorted, turning up the volume so loud Megumi couldn’t even hear himself think. You met his eyes, smiling as his nose scrunched.

“Let’s see how long you last.” You spoke just loud enough for Megumi to hear over the music and Yuji’s terrible singing. “The fuck does that mean?” So maybe you weren’t as clueless as he assumed. “I know you’re dying inside because I’m dragging you to this party.” Or… maybe you were as clueless as he assumed. He just rolled his eyes, ignoring the fluttering in his chest as you turned another corner. Tonight really may kill him if your driving and Yuji’s singing didn’t get to him first… to be honest it just may.

The next fifteen minutes flew by far faster than Megumi would have liked, now you were parking half way down the car lined street of a tucked away university campus in the heart of Tokyo. “People sure do get here early.” You stepped out, pushing your seat up so Yuji could get out. “Those are the ones who panic thinking they’ll miss out.” Megumi’s door shut a moment later, his anxiety spiking as he could already hear the thrumming of music from where he stood. “Ah yes, the newbie party goers. How cute.” You cooed as you locked the doors. “Yeah, Fushiguro will fit riiiight in~” Yuji’s arm hooked around his shoulders before promptly being shoved off.

“Oh I knew it!” Megumi didn’t even get a chance to defend himself as you began to laugh, Yuji had just exposed an embarrassing secret. The number of parties he attended was significantly smaller than the number you and Yuji had. That’s not to say he’s never been… it was more so an every few week thing, rather than every weekend and then some. “Oh fuck off.” He groaned, making his way up the car lined street, leaving the two of you behind. “We gotta get a couple of drinks in him, maybe he’ll loosen up a bit.” You snort as Yuji quickly agrees, chasing after his moody friend.

—

It was happening far too fast for his liking. Megumi made the stupid choice of not dropping the annoyed act, not even after he crossed over the threshold of the raging party. He was quickly led to the drink table by Yuji, completely losing sight of you as you got pulled away by a group of old friends. He could still make out Todo’s booming voice over the pounding music, especially when he called your name. Megumi couldn’t see you of course, instead he was being handed shots and other liquors while people tried to talk to him. Maybe it was stupid to think he could get his revenge at a party like this.

The environment overwhelming him was much more your domain than his, and that was saying it lightly. Now he was stumbling towards the backyard, the house far too crowded and far too stuffy to enjoy. The buzz he had going made him feel like the room was spinning, as if a rug was about to be pulled from under him and he couldn’t move fast enough. “Fucking Yuji.” He groaned, slipping past a group of girls that were not so subtly checking him out. Yuji, too, had abandoned him at some point in the night, by now it had to be close to 10pm.

You were just as bad, in the three hours you’d been here, he still couldn’t find you. He hit the grass a moment later, some sort of relief flooding him as the cooler night air met his clammy skin. He felt like a lightweight, months of barely drinking were starting to bite him in the ass. “Y/n… where the fuck are you?” He wasn’t even whispering, the music was still playing on speakers that surrounded a large in-ground pool, no one would pay him any mind anyways. It was just as crowded back here as it was in the house, but at least it was far more spacious. Now all he had to avoid was rouge splashes from the drunken fools.

He found an empty seat, claiming it before someone else could. The stability was enough for him to be able to focus, eyes scanning his surroundings until a familiar face appeared. Yuji was closer to the deep end, hand roughly gripping the concrete edge of the pool. It took Megumi’s foggy mind an extra few seconds to process what he was seeing. Yuji wasn’t alone, not by a long shot. You were with him, arms wrapped around his neck as you whispered in his ear. Nothing could have sobered Megumi faster than that sight. Yuji’s cheeks were flushed, undoubtedly his other arm was wrapped around your waist.

For a moment, Megumi could have sworn he saw red, yet he couldn’t move from the chair he was in. Instead, he watched, suddenly too aware of the world around him yet not at all at the same time. It was like tunnel vision, all he could focus on was the way you were laughing with Yuji. Your hands were playing with the damp strands of pink hair, eyes locked with his as you talked aimlessly about anything, not that Megumi could hear. He watched as you pushed away, dragging Yuji away from the pool’s edge to disappear under the water’s surface together. Megumi felt his heart rate spike, the world starting to spin again as he anxiously waited.

You surfaced a moment later, your laughter reaching him even over the music. That’s when it happened, your lips pressed to Yuji’s with such confidence that he was certain it couldn’t have been the first time you’d done that tonight. You pulled away from Yuji a moment later, watching his eyes open half heartedly as he chased your lips. You missed this feeling, drunk with music pounding all around you and an attractive someone’s hands all over you. Yuji wasn’t his best friend, the one you really wanted was Megumi. For now, his polar opposite best friend would be enough to satisfy your drunken mind.

Or at least that’s what you thought. Suddenly you were looking up at the man in question, his eyes full of hatred as he stared at the two of you. “Yooooo Fushiguroooo!” Yuji, clueless as ever, just smiled dopely at his best friend. He didn’t respond, he didn’t even look at him. Instead his eyes were focused on you, it was enough to send a flurry of butterflies swarming around your insides. “Get out of the pool.” You watched his jaw clench, his hands were balled into fists, as if he was daring you to try and defy him. You felt laughter bubbling in your chest, your little Megumi was trying so hard to be intimidating.

“Why? I’m having fun.” You pulled Yuji a little closer, chest pressing to him as you smirked up at Megumi. “Get the fuck out of the pool.” He repeated, throat bobbing as he swallowed. For once he didn’t care if anyone was paying attention to him, he didn’t care if he made a fool out of himself, he was getting you out of that pool. He was getting you away from Yuji. You tilted your head, a smile tugging up your lips in a way that Megumi would have found sweet if it weren’t for the look in your eyes. “Is something bothering you?” Your hands were grabbing at Yuji’s face, the poor boy was too far gone to really pay attention to you and Megumi’s conversation.

You pressed your lips to his again, a kiss Yuji greedily accepted. Your hands traveled to bury in his wet hair, legs wrapping around his waist. He was taller than you, his feet could still reach the bottom whereas you were struggling. One eye peaked open, aiming to gauge Megumi’s reaction. Instead you were left hanging, the man in question was no longer by the pool’s edge. You parted from Yuji out of shock, he wasn’t even bothered, instead he began kissing your neck. You tried to look around, figure out where he could have disappeared to in such a short time.

Instead all you saw was drunk party goers doing an stay of things like dancing, laughing, low key fucking… you stopped the moment a second pair of arms met your waist. You tried to whirl around and look but you couldn’t, you didn’t need to really. You knew who it was the second their chest met your back. “D-did you really…?” Megumi had jumped in the pool, fully clothed. You were in for it now. He was quiet, not so gently tugging you away from Yuji. To his dismay, the pink haired man had already managed to leave a hickey on your neck. “Yo… Fushiguro? Whatta you doin?” His speech was slurring yet he let go of you easily, allowing Megumi to drag you through the water and towards the edge.

“None of your business.” It was quiet and full of anger, you just shrugged at Yuji as you were pulled away. “Am I still getting a ride home?” You shrugged again, yelping as Megumi forced you up the ladder first. “Fuck Fushiguro! Chill the fuck out.” You stumbled onto the concrete, apologizing half heartedly to anyone you bumped into. Megumi didn’t respond, instead he pulled himself out a moment after you, hand gripping your bicep as he pulled you away. “What the fuck is your problem?” Megumi was making a beeline for the pool house, tucked away in the corner of the large backyard.

“Oh now you aren’t going to answer me? Fucking Christ Fushiguro! If you wanna leave that badly call a fucking uber or something. I’m not driving either of us back to campus soaking wet, you jumping in the pool was your own damn fault! And you know what? How fucking dare you pull me away from Yuji!” His grip grew tighter, so much so that you nearly yelped. “Answer me you ass!” You no longer felt the effects of the alcohol you had consumed, now, nothing but anger was left in its wake. “I can’t believe this! Really! I shouldn’t have even asked you to come. I should have just taken Yuji.”

You were about to continue your ranting but Megumi had you tucked away and out of sight, your back pressed harshly to the wooden exterior of the pool house. “If you would just quit bitching for five fucking seconds and let me fucking talk.” His face was inches from yours, hands now pressed to the wall caging in your head. “You are fucking unbearable. Seriously. I can’t fucking stand you.” You scoffed as he drew out each word, as if he was talking to a child. “I can’t fucking stand you either bozo. If you dragged me over here like some creep just to berate me, I’m fucking leaving your ass here.”

You tried to duck under his arm, instead he lowered it, body moving closer until you were really trapped. “I wasn’t fucking finished.” You swallowed, lips pressing together in a tight line. He was close, too close even. You found it hard not to think back on what you had done earlier in the day, something that felt like it occurred decades ago at this point. “You have been nothing but a pain in my fucking ass for months now. You love to fucking piss me off, you know just how to get under my fucking skin. Honestly it’s impressive at this point.” He paused, eyes trailing over your unreadable expression.

“Then you to and fuck youself using my cock. You acted so fucking smug, like it was the easiest thing in the word for you to get on that couch and stuff yourself full of me. It fucking pisses me off. You are all I’ve been able to fucking think about, and then I find you with Yuji.” You were frozen, not expecting his berating to take the turn you had been hoping it would. “Does it bother you? Does it bother you I would have fucked your best friend if you didn’t interrupt?” He moved closer, your mind shutting down for a moment when you felt something hard press to your hip. “Does it feel like it bothered me?”

You swallowed, eyes shifting between his face and somewhere behind him. You suddenly lost the confidence to maintain eye contact with him. “Well?” He sounded a bit calmer, still waiting for you to reply. He took your silence as an opportunity to finally look at your bathing suit, which had been teasing him since you left the dorms.

It was a two piece, a stringy top clinging to your chest with a pair of bottoms that hugged you perfectly. It flattered you in every possible way, for a moment Megumi almost forgot why he was so pissed off to begin with.

There was something about you that made him feel so… pliant. Like he would be putty in your hands the second you showed any signs of reciprocation. “Fushiguro…” you weren’t sure what to say, your voice hesitant for once while talking to him. You knew what you wanted, you could feel what he wanted, yet you were still waiting for him to take control. You didn’t necessarily want to answer him, you wanted him to act on his own accord. “Do whatever you want.” There was a small bite in your tone, one that made a smile pull at your lips. At least there was a teeny bit of attitude left in you.

Those were dangerous words for Megumi to hear, a low groan slipping past his lips as his head fell. With his face falling from view, it gave you a second to catch your breath, for a split second you were able to ignore how close his body was. As his head raised to meet you, another thought crossed your mind. Everything had been such a whirlwind up until this very second, so much so that you had neglected to fully appreciate Megumi with his hair down. His black hair was dripping wet, plastered to his forehead in some places. Despite that, it was already beginning to stick up again in other areas.

Maybe that really was the way his hair naturally sat.

“Say it again.” He murmured, the bite in his voice gone for that brief second. “Say what?” You knew what he wanted, yet you still couldn’t let him have his way, always needing to find a way and make it difficult. “You know what.” There it was, that angry tone that made butterflies whirl around your body. “Do whatever you want, Megumi.” You drew out the end of his name, tensely anticipating what he’d do because of it. Softly, just barely audible you heard him mumble something that sounded a lot like “fuck it.” You couldn’t process it for long, his lips crashed against your’s with so much force your head hit the wall behind you.

A strangled yelp died on your lips as Megumi consumed it. Your hands reached up to plant themselves on his wet chest, nails digging into the damp material to pull him even closer. A larger hand came up to grab the back of your neck, the other reaching for your waist as his teeth sunk into your bottom lip. You groaned, mouth parting to easily welcome his tongue. You hoped no one was drunk enough to stumble back this way, your whole body feeling as if it was lit on fire as Megumi pressed you up against the wall behind you. It felt as if you were trying to consume each other from the inside out.

You tug until the material begins to strain under your touch, only then do his hands leave you to pull the garment off of him. You wanted to pull away, appreciate his fully bare torso rather than the little sliver you got back in the common room. Megumi, however, wouldn’t let your lips leave his, only satisfying your urges by pressing his body fully against yours again. His skin was hot to the touch, still damp from jumping in the pool. You moaned, hands roaming over every inch you could touch while shivers passed through his broad frame. You pulled away reluctantly, gasping for air as Megumi’s hands came up to cup your cheeks, aiming to pull your lips back to his.

“Fuck… Lemme breathe.” Your chest heaving against his as he mumbled an apology. It was quiet, save for the pounding music further up the yard, right now it felt as if that party was miles away. “Are you okay with this? Here? It’ll be kind of tricky.” Your nails were scraping his hips, a look of pure lust passing over his face as he squirmed under your touch. “Does the pool house… have anything? Or is it just equipment.” He was staring at your lips as he spoke, hands still cupping your face. “I-I don’t remember… but there has to be something in there we can use…” he was on you again, lips meeting yours as his hands left your face and moved to your ass.

You squealed as he hauled you upwards, finding it hard to miss the smirk on his face. “A warning would help.” Your lips were back on his before he could even respond, nails scraping up his shoulders. You gasped, pulling away from him as your back left the wall, lips moving to suction to his neck as he quickly carried you around to the front of the pool house. You knew it was getting to him, your teeth sinking into the sensitive junction where his shoulder met his neck. “Fuck.” He missed the doorknob first go, hand fumbling to grab it a second time and shove it open. “So eager.” You teased as he kicked the door shut behind him. “Looks like it’s our lucky day.”

You pulled away from his neck, turning to survey the dark room. It seems they had turned it into a guest house rather than a pool storage area. There was a bed, a dresser and a TV on the wall. On the other end there was a large pool table. Pool supplies and equipment were shoved in the corner. “Damn, you’re right.” You deadpanned, lips moving back to bite his earlobe. He groaned, nails digging into your flesh as he made a beeline for the sizable bed. You were dropped unceremoniously down onto the soft comforter, your damp bathing suit already making a mark. It didn’t take long for Megumi to crawl over you, knees planting firmly between your thighs.

There was a moment of silence, the dull thrum of music playing just beyond the walls. Megumi’s lips pressed to yours again, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he moved to tug your bathing suit top off. Your nails dug into his shoulders, scrapping upwards in hopes of leaving marks while arching your back enough for him to pull the knot loose. Megumi pulled away the moment he felt the strings come loose, one aching thought had been desperately wanting to see your breasts. “Stop fucking pulling away.” You held back a smirk as your top was tossed off to the side, watching as Megumi’s eyes drank in every inch of skin.

“Shut up.” he mumbled a delayed response as his lips descended on your chest. You held in a shaky gasp, relishing in the feeling of his swollen lips against your skin. A large hand came up to massage the soft flesh while the other was lavished under his tongue. You buried a hand in his hair, tugging softly as he rolled the pebbled skin between two fingers. Heat pooled in your gut the longer he toyed with your breasts, “fuck… these are so cute.” he licked up your sternum, teeth scraping your collarbone as he moved to return the favor by biting your ear. “Megumi…” your chest was heaving, waiting for him to do more.

He glanced at your flushed face, lips parted as if silently begging him for more. Your chest was glistening with his saliva, dark bruises forming sporadically on your breasts. “Hmm?” he hummed, hands coming down to hook under your knees and push them upwards. “What do you want?” he murmured as he took your earlobe in his mouth, hips lowering to press against yours with his new angle. “More… want you… inside.” your hips jolted to meet his, the smallest bit of relief washing through you as you met his sloppy thrusts. “Mmm I’ve already been inside though…” he stopped rolling his hips, pressing himself tightly to your aching cunt. “Want you…inside again…”

You felt drunk off his touch, the alcohol in your system felt like nothing compared to the way he was making you feel. “Is that so? I was thinking of something else honestly…” he pushed himself back up, admiring you for a moment as he got off the bed. You pushed yourself up, using your elbows for balance as you watched Megumi get on his knees. “Do you mind?” he was already hooking a slim finger under the band of your bathing suit bottoms. “N-not at all.” You couldn’t bear the eye contact, choosing to lay flat on your back as Megumi exposed your cunt for a second time. You tried to slow your breathing, hands twitching to grab the comforter below you.

You waited, eyes peeking open when Megumi still hadn’t done anything. “What are you…” he laughed softly, hands spreading your thighs further apart. “Just looking… now do me a favor.” He pushed upwards a bit so you could make better eye contact. “Keep these spread nice and wide for me. If you even try to close them I’ll walk out and leave you here with no clothes.” You let your head fall back in order to keep him from seeing you roll your eyes. “Yeah yeah I got it-“ you gasped as a harsh slap made your thighs shake. “Don’t fucking roll your eyes.” you nodded, a hand slapping over your mouth in an attempt to hide how it made you feel, his low chuckle told you it didn’t help.

You braced yourself as his hands left your thighs, two fingers roughly spreading you open. Megumi’s fingers trailed between your slick folds, collecting your arousal before spitting on his fingers, plunging two of them knuckle deep with no warning a moment later. You cried out at the sudden intrusion, back arching as he scissored you roughly. His mouth met your clit a second later, licking in time with the way his fingers spread inside of you. Instead of thrusting them in and out, he began massaging them in different areas, clearly looking for something. You kept your thighs spread as he asked, hands gripping the comforter tightly as you forced your hips not to jerk. Your head flew back, a loud cry leaving your lips as he found what he was looking for.

“There we go…” his mouth was back on your clit a moment later, two fingers massaging the spongy part of your walls. You felt breathless, a whine leaving your lips with every exhale. Megumi loved every second, your cunt coating his fingers in your warm arousal as he kept abusing your g-spot. Slowly, his hand lowered to palm himself through his pants, fingers fumbling to pull the wet material open so he could properly relieve his tension. He freed his aching cock, hand wrapping around his length to sloppily pump himself. “Megumi…” you mewled, hand shooting down to grab a fistful of his hair to keep him in place as your orgasm crept up on you.

He didn't fight back, eager to feel you cum around his fingers as he chased his own release. “Megumi fuck! Please…please” you pant, eyes squeezing shut as you begged for him to not leave you hanging. Megumi groaned against your cunt, panting as his tongue struggled to maintain a steady pace, his own release creeping up faster than he would have liked. Evey circle of his fingers made it feel as if you were about to burst open and make an absolute mess of the sheets below you. Instead of stopping him, you let it happen, aching to feel your cunt clench and gush around his fingers. Megumi focused his attention on his head, thumb brushing over his slit and hips jerking as he overstimulated himself.

You wailed his name as your orgasm crashed down on you, warm liquid rushing down your cunt and thighs, staining the sheets below you as you fought to keep from screaming. Your reaction alone was enough to have Megumi spilling into his fist as he worked you through your own release. He wasn’t done with you yet, pulling his fingers out of your tight heat as he stood to properly discard his bottoms. “M-Megumi please gimme… gimme a second… w-wait wait…” he was plunging himself into your already sensitive cunt, tears burning your eyes as you had no time to breathe. “Fuck!” you squirmed as his length split you open.

“You don’t get any mercy, you didn’t show me any.” his mouth was against your ear, his hands pushing your thighs towards your chest, successfully trapping you in a mating press. “Y-your just mad… I…” you lost your train of thought, not able to form a coherent sentence as Megumi’s hips drew backwards and slammed forward again. “Don’t give me shit when you got your pussy stuffed full of me.” your head turned to the side, eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment as the sound of skin on skin filled the room. Megumi chuckled at your embarrassment, finding satisfaction in the way you couldn’t look at him.

Megumi didn’t care how overstimulated he got, he was already addicted to the way your cunt clenched around him so tightly. “You look so— fuck—- fucking pretty when you cry.” You hadn’t realized you had been crying until he said something, eyes fluttering open with wet lashes. Your hands found stability in his hair once again, tugging on the strands until his lips met yours in a salty kiss. He whined, tongue lapping your mouth so you could taste your own arousal mixed with his saliva. That familiar tension was building in your gut tenfold, overly sensitive from your first release. “M-Megumi… please don’t… don’t cum in me this time.” You were positive you’d get pregnant if he were to cum in you twice in the same day.

“Oh don’t worry…” he had something else in mind, he could control himself enough to see it through. Megumi’s hand snuck down between your bodies, fingers finding your puffy clit to rub it harshly. You mewled, throat hoarse from the amount of times you’d said his name. “Come on… wanna feel your pretty pussy squeeze me tight again, been thinkin ‘bout it ever since.” He tugged your bottom lip between his teeth sucking it before letting it go again. You gasped, your second orgasm more intense than the first as your walls sputtered around his aching length. “Good girl…” he cooed, hips pistoning into you as your orgasm fizzled out. He wasn’t too far behind you, a few more thrusts until he was yanking himself back out.

“Squeeze these together.” He tapped your breasts as he kneeled, pulling your aching thighs down so he could straddle you instead. You did as you were told, eyes heavy as you blindly followed his instructions. Megumi pumped himself steadily, brows furrowing in the effort to keep himself from coming just yet. He placed the tip of his cock between your breasts, giving it a tentative press forward before pulling back. You whined, understanding his intentions as you squeezed your breasts together a little tighter. “Cum on me.” You mumbled, hazy eyes meeting his. “Fucking… don’t say that shit so causally..” he picked up his pace without realizing.

“Megumi~ please cum on me.” You repeated, mouth parting slightly so your tongue could slip out. The sensitive head of his cock met your warm tongue with every thrust forward, it was enough to have him double over, stars clouding his vision as his release spurted over your face and chest. You collected the little you could on your tongue, swallowing it as he stared down at you with a shocked expression. “Thank you.” You mumbled sleepily, not caring about the sticky mess that you had no way to clean. “Fuck…” he gasped, body giving out and collapsing beside you, careful to avoid the mess he left on you.

“Wanna do it again?” You had no energy, not even enough to lift your head. There was, however, something funny about the way you could feel Megumi’s body tense despite not being close enough to touch. “Fuck… give me a few minutes, yeah?” Oh. You blinked, head flopping lazily to the side to look at his sweaty form. “Well you’ll have to clean me up first, if you really wanna go again you’ll be doing all the work.” You were struggling to keep your eyes open, not expecting to hear the pool house door open a moment later.

“Fushiguro? Your shirt was outside are you…” any ounce of exhaustion in Megumi’s body left him the moment Yuji drunkenly stumbled inside. You gasped, curling in on yourself to try and shield your body from his view. Megumi was on top of you a second later, covering your body with his. “What the fuck Itadori?” He barked, angrier than he had ever sounded towards his best friend. Yuji was too many drinks to count, but it felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over him. “What the fuck me? What the fuck, you! Really bro?”

He dropped his shirt on the ground, suddenly getting defensive. “Get the fuck out, I’m not discussing shit with you, Itadori. Not right now.” The pink haired man didn’t seem to like that, face flushing with anger. “Oh get over yourself! You said you fucking hated her! Now I find you naked in bed with her? You knew I fucking liked her!” Yuji had no issues with Megumi pursuing you until you were all over him in that pool. Maybe he really was too drunk to have this conversation but betrayal was creeping its way up his chest. “Itadori, get out.” Megumi remained calm, feeling you tense under him at Yuji’s words.

He stared, unsure what to do. He glanced at you, just hidden from sight and knew for your sake it would be best for him to leave. So he did, shaking his head as he slammed the door behind him. “Can we just stay here tonight?” You mumbled after a moment of silence passed. “Yeah… we’ll deal with that… later.” Megumi got up, walking over to lock the door like he should have done in the first place. “I don’t think anyone will notice if we just spend the rest of the night here.” He stumbled back to the bed, laughing as you looked him up and down. “You still need to clean me up.” It was starting to turn sticky on your skin.

“That’s a personal problem for you to fix…” a pillow thrown at him was enough to have him collapsing on top of you, lips crashing messily to yours. “Fine… since I don’t want to listen to your bitching.” You rolled your eyes, kissing him again before pulling away. “Isn’t my bitching what got us here in the first place?” This time, Megumi rolled his eyes. “Maybe it was…”

Part 2? Likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome and appreciated 💞 - May

AN IDEA

.. ⥊ pairing . . . eren jaeger x reader

.. ⥊ warnings . . . fem!reader / car sex / friends with benefits / praise / squirting / creampie / slight anal ( fem.receiving ) / pet name usage ( ex. baby ) / sex in public mentioned ( flashback ) / drug usage ( ex. weed )

.. ⥊ word count . . . 2.2k

.. ⥊ a.n . . . title inspired by this song i had on repeat while writing this. eren and reader are implied sophomores in college. i wrote this cuz i miss eren. minors do not interact! feedback & reblogs are appreciated!

“slow down.”

he has to hate you . . . he has to — that’s the only rational explanation that makes sense to why he keeps doing this to you. red-rimmed, jade green glows bright beneath low eyelids. your lips are parted to allow yourself to drag in little puffs of air; it tastes like heat with a sharp zing of zesty, cherry laced kush.

“hey,” eren’s grabbing you by the chin with one, big, rough-skinned hand to gather all of your undivided attention back on him. “come back to me,” his voice is just underneath an utter; it’s always had a certain effect on you, no matter how many times you fight to convince yourself that it doesn’t.

how easy it is for you to just give yourself to him, still, after so long scares you . . . in a good way. it’s been eight months — the longest ‘relationship’ you’ve maintained with someone who was not a particular close friend nor family member.

in a way, this . . . thing you have going on with eren is as much confusing as it is exhilarating. you both have gone to the same schools since elementary, however, you never really spoke to one another. for years you’ve had your own friend group and he’s had his — occasionally, if you shared the same classes, he’d ask for a pencil or try to get you to sneak an answer to him during a pop quiz, but that was really all the interaction you had with him. it wasn’t until eight months ago, at a sororities’ valentine’s day party that the dynamic between you both switched into something a little more.

you’ll admit, yes, you were faded off of your ass and coincidentally, eren was too. stumbling into the bathroom to do your hourly mirror check to confirm you were even alive ended up with you stumbling right into eren who had been taking a piss. what had arose from simple small talk had somehow led to lingering stares and scans, both of you eyeing how graciously puberty blessed the other, a few kisses and touches ensued, and the next thing you’re able to pinpoint is you bent over the bathroom sink with his cock pushing your uterus up into your heart while a remixed version of queen’s under pressure played in the background.

now, today, you’re seated on his monster of a cock in the backseat of his matte black, audi rs 7. how a simple match meet up developed into this? you don’t know. eren reclined his seat back and, honestly, you’re a simple girl. the second you caught a view of his print pushing up against the soft cotton of his cream-colored sweats that matched his hoodie, you were climbing over the middle console and aligning yourself directly atop of it.

and eren isn’t stingy with you. he sees you want something and he gives it to you.

that’s usually the case, and that’s why you’re confused.

“go ahead,” he’s telling you. his hands slip across your waist to your ass which he grips and holds on to when you start to rock up and down on his dick . . slowly. “yeah,” he tilts his head back against the padded headrest, looking up at you with the faintest little smirk lifting the corner of his lips. “feels better when you take it slow, no?”

your voice is tiny when you whimper, “eren, i wanna cum.”

one of his hands slide up the length of your back to take hold of the back of your neck and firmly grasp it. “you can cum whenever you want to,” how gorgeous he is should be a crime. “but i’m not letting you go any faster than this.”

maybe it’s intertwined in the code of your dna, or, could just be human’s natural instinct to be told no and crave to do that one thing . . . but you stare at eren for a moment to read if he was serious, and upon realizing he actually was, you can’t help but start to rise and drop yourself up and down his cock at a pace that matched the quick, steady rhythm of the rain outside hitting the roof of the car. expectedly, he catches your hips on the downwards movement, grips them tight to keep you still, then swats a smack hard enough on your ass to make you hiss between your teeth and whine.

he catches your eye again; the smirk on his face is gone. “slow.”

you’d curse at him if the tip of his cock wasn’t nudging your cervix, if you pulled your lips from his when he pulls you down to flick his tongue against yours to have you taste the warm, titanium ball pierced through his own.

you can feel your pussy fluttering and your juices seem to ooze out of you at a much quicker pace than normal. it has streaks of white painting his girth and droplets dribbling down to the firm skin of his sac. “oh, shit—“ you mewl and tilt your head back, getting loss in the steady pace of up . . down . . up . . down. “shit, baby.”

eren strains out a raspy curse. his voice sounds unexplainably lower when he spreads the doughy globes of your ass apart to rub a few of his fingers across the entrance of your cunt to feel the way it stretches taut to accommodate him all inside of you. “drippin’ all over me, y’know that?” his words are panted against the skin of your collarbone. “gettin’ me all filthy—“

“—can’t,” your voice comes out soft and croaky. “can’t help it . .” you sniffle. “feels good.”

your words make him laugh — it’s a quiet, gentle thing full of breath. “yeah?” he asks. “i bet it does.”

you cannot stand him.

you flick your eyes down, drinking in the plain of abs shown from his half-shucked up hoodie and the faint dusting of hair that trails downward from underneath his belly button. for a moment, just a moment, you let yourself get carried away again — you let yourself roll your hips up and down just a little bit faster. you can’t help it. you shiver at the tide of white-hot pleasure it brings right before he stops you again with his hands pressing into the cushy skin of your waist.

“god, eren, please,” you’ve never been so desperate and it shows in your voice that cracks and grows weak and tearful near the end of your words. why?, you can’t help but wonder.

but he’s just staring calmly at you beneath his lashes with his head tilted back to look up again. “we can do this all night, pretty girl,” is all he says. “it’s either slow . . . or you can hop off. your choice.”

you clamp down on him at the simple thought of having to go back up to your dorm unsatisfied, still wet, still throbbing. you sit quietly.

at your sudden compliancy, mirth is read beneath clouded green, glittery and lucent. “c’mon.” it’s a steady spring of up and down he subjects you to. this time, you don’t bother to even move, you let him do all the work which turns out to be exactly what your stubborn, little ass needed. when he pulls you downwards, he also pushes your hips back before quickly pulling them back in — rolling them while bouncing you up and down on his lap.

with the meticulous motion, he’s managing to grind the head of his cock directly into that tender, spongy area of nerves nestled deep inside you. it’s perfect. your eyelashes are fluttering as your eyes roll into the back of your head and you have to press the palm of one of your hands flat up against the roof of the car to remind yourself to not force yourself to go any faster, leaving aside how bad you wanted to.

there’s this . . . embarrassing squelch and squish sound that seems to ricochet off the interior of the car and into your ears. you know it’s because of how wet you’re getting — it’s absolutely lewd. you feel dirty, but in the best of ways. “eren,” you’re panting, your voice is whiny and garbled. “eren, fuck.”

he collects one bouncing tit inside of his mouth to suckle a soft nipple. his pierced tongue curls around it while his lips suction enclosed until the bud is pearled and hardened. “y’so fuckin’ wet,” he mumbles after he pops it out of his mouth, blinking up to catch your eyes. “feels . . so fuckin’ good.”

you barely register what he’s doing when you hear a wet pucker of what sounds like him pulling a finger from his mouth, until you feel it. not until you feel him softly dragging the pad of his middle finger over the wrinkled furrow of your asshole before he’s pushing in until the first knuckle. you know to relax so that he can sheath it fully, and he keeps it there while his other fingers remained splayed over your ass which he squeezes on.

although it’s a single finger, you feel exceptionally full.

you align your lips against his, feeling dizzy and so, so content. “hmm.”

“good girl,” he whispers, starting to carefully lift his hips to meet himself where he pulls you down halfway.

your head lolls back when he grazes something so gloriously good, you feel tears blurring beneath your closed eyelids. “god, baby,” you hic, tightening your fist holding a chunk of his hoodie. you think this is the best he’s fucked you since you’ve been in contact with him since that damn party. you hadn’t known slow could feel this good.

“gonna cum?”

you nod quickly, “mhm.”

he breathes out, “good,” through a whisper. “make a mess . . i wanna feel it.” he holds the lower hem of his hoodie between his teeth to gaze at the way your body slides along his. they flicker up to your torso to admire your flexing tummy as you move and the jiggle of your tits, the sheen of sweat on your neck, your pretty lips wrapped around a soundless ‘o.’ “god, look at you.”

the thread of constraint and self-will is torn up into nothing when his thumb presses into your swollen clit to rub quick circles on it. your moans are nonexistent, all that escapes your lips are tiny squeaks and broken, shuddery gasps as your body fights to curl into itself given the limited space you’re in. you’re not really aware of what’s going on — all you see is a bright screen of white and you feel a lot of . . wetness. “g-g-god!” your nails dig into the skin of his hip as your shaky legs try to close at the knees.

you’re finally aware that eren’s cursing and moaning when you start to come down and that’s when he pushes his hips up and keeps them there while his hot, thick cum starts to pump you full. it’s . . a lot more than usual. it already starts to slowly drip out before he’s even done, and when he is, he lets himself fall into the seat and close his eyes while you both fight for breath.

you feel his cock give a final jerk with the last drop and it makes you break out into a full-body shudder which eren catches. he peels his eyes open slowly, lazily smiles, then looks down at the splatter of your release that squirted all over his lower torso. “takin’ it slow feels good, doesn’t it?”

the fucker was right, but you weren’t anything if you weren’t stubborn. “shut up,” you cut back weakly.

when his finger and cock are pulled free from the inside of you, you’re aware that immediate thick globs start to dribble out of your fluttering pussy. and at the sight of one falling onto his pristine, leather seats, you gasp and hover your hand a few inches below your cunt to somehow catch the rest. “f-fuck, ‘m sorry,” you say softly. “do you have napkins or something? — fuck, it’s a lot this time, eren.”

he has to bend awkwardly around you to open the middle console and pull out a few kleenexes then smacks your hand away when you reach for them to instead clean you up himself. “gettin’ the interior detailed this weekend, anyway,” he murmurs while dipping two fingers inside of you to scoop more out. a pretty smile spreads across his face when your eyes flutter as he does. “don’t worry about it.”

he cleans you up . . quite nicely actually, then himself before tossing the dirtied napkins outside on your dorm building’s lot. with the opened door comes a nice rush of cool air that flies in over your heated body. “i think i want a plan b,” you sniffle, catching his attention. “just to be safe. you pumped like . . five loads in one inside me.”

eren, just as irritating as they come, smacks your bare ass with a big grin. “ ‘course i did. you got the tightest, prettiest little pussy on campus, you expect me to hold back?” he shields your small punches with his arms while quietly laughing. “but i’ll take you to the pharmacy, yeah?”

you don’t miss the way his eyes soften up when you pull your leggings back on and slide back inside of the hoodie you wore. “what?”

you were truly stunning in his eyes.

but just as quickly as the look had came, it was gone. “what?” he mocks your voice childishly while sliding back up his sweats and getting out of the car to hop into the driver’s seat.

and just for that, you make sure to climb over his middle console into the passenger’s with a lot more noise and feet than needed, just to make him roll his eyes and suck his teeth.

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⁀➷  darling i’d wait for you | mikasa x f!reader au.

༊*·˚ summary: knight!mikasa x princess!reader 

༊*·˚ warnings: explicit (16+) smut. marking and a bit of degradation? scissoring [dont knock it until u try it. thank u.]

༊*·˚ a/n: I have always wanted to make this an AU with one of the guys from AOT or JJK but… it never flowed right like this one. mikasa just has my gay ass in a chokehold. pls. anyway, hope you all enjoy. im kinda proud of it. it did take way too long though..

it became an awful habit.

waiting every single night for the woman in the armored suit to escort you back into your chambers, to sneak glances in between the door as the chambermaids ran in and out of your room to prepare you for bed. sometimes, the maids would purposely leave the door open, just so your knight could peek glances in between undressing and your bathing.

however, there were times where you doubted yourself and wondered if you were reading your knight correctly. through her limited expressions and limited words, it was hard to decipher her true emotions. therefore, you relied heavily on the way mikasa’s eyes worked.

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