Osomatsu - Something Eternal

Osomatsu - Something Eternal

𝘡𝘦𝘶𝘴!𝘖𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

You were a weak, little thing. He knew that just by looking at you.

Your hollowed face, faded bruises on your neck barely covered over by your strands of hair, the small glimpses of white bandages wrapped around your wrists and arms that only showed when the wind pushed at your sleeves - it was enough for him to know.

He scoffed down at you, glaring as you seated yourself at that same cliff edge, legs dangling above the waves crashing below. Humans. They were all so puny, unable to at least protect themselves from the most feeble of punches. He was a man who knew war, who had been through his own fair share of brawls and battles, where his skin was left torn and his body battered into unspeakable pain. But he still stood tall, controlling the clouds that rolled over the Earth and sending down the rain and thunder like he was made to do.

And you? You couldn't do anything. You sat at that same cliff edge for hours everyday, and it was only when the sun had sunken below the horizon and you saw the moon hanging high in the sky that you would finally get up and stumble your way back to wherever you came from. You didn't eat, you didn't speak, and although there was such a saddened look on your face (that made him angry beyond belief) you didn't cry. He had never seen you cry.

You cared not when his annoyance summoned years worth of rain to fall for hours on end. It would only get worse when you wouldn't react. Even when you were shivering so violently, you still wouldn't do anything.

You were one of the most frustrating humans he had seen in a long time.

He was a fool for ever interacting with you.

He didn't know what pushed him to speak to you, but he knew it was a mistake the minute your eyes locked onto his approaching figure. Nevertheless, he continued to saunter towards you, a hand placed into the pocket of the red jacket he had decided to wear. The sun gradually peeked its way out from behind the clouds, and he thought to keep it that way just for a little bit longer.

"I always see you coming up to this particular cliff," he started. You watched him curiously, eyeing the small distance between the both of you as he stopped to face the ocean view. The sight reminded him of his brother; maybe he should pay him a nice visit sometime soon, for old times sake.

"It's.. a wonderful view, right?" he reluctantly spat out, though the notion went unnoticed by you. You followed his gaze, a timid smile gracing your lips.

"It is."

The short sound of your voice had him caught for a split moment. He didn't think it would be so...

He clenched his jaw, fist tightening in his pocket. As if he would ever think that of about a human.

"So, why do you come up here?"

The question made you lower your eyes to your feet. There was still a lot of mud caked onto the soles of your very worn out trainers. You had to remember to clean those off before you got home.

"I'm Osomatsu, by the way." He continued, deep down uncaring for your silence, the fake name he had placed on himself for eons rolling off of his tongue with ease. You blinked. You didn't understand the point of his introduction at the time. It wasn't like you were going to see him again, which was why you had refrained from giving out your own name.

"How did you know I come up here?" he could barely hear you over the sound of the waves, making him sit down on the rocky edge with a huff.

"Like I said, I see you all the time."

"..From where—?"

"Why do you come up here?" the question was forced onto you once again. You flinched at his demanding tone, the smile on his face suddenly becoming... unnerving for you. You had seen faces like that before. You had heard tones like that before. You knew better.

"I just... It's a nice place for when you want a breather, right?" you smiled awkwardly. It was an obvious lie.

"You must need very long breaks then," Osomatsu commented, leaning back on his hands. "I mean, you're here for hours. Everyday."

...How did he know this? Where had he been watching you from? How long for? You were starting to feel sick. Very sick. The befuddled expression made the man laugh aloud. You were too easy to mess with.

"I-I.. need to go.." you swiftly stood up, tucking your arms around yourself in a weak attempt at shielding yourself. "It was nice meeting you.."

"You too!" he called after you, his voice carrying in the breeze. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

You bit your lip. As if you were coming here again. Not after that. Sad tears welled in your eyes. You would have to look for another hideaway now.

——

He had sworn to himself that he wouldn't go back to you ever again. That experience was worse than he thought it would be.

But there you were again. Why did you come back? What was wrong with you?

And what was wrong with him? He was stood in front of you now, a blank look on his face as he came to realise his actions. You were stood in a mix of shock and nervousness, unable to understand why your feet had carried you here to this same spot.

"You're back." He stated.

"...I guess so.." you cringed at your sore voice. You had forgotten to drink some water before you left the house, but you were in a hurry.

You watched as Osomatsu sat down on on the rocky ground, patting the spot beside him after you had stood there aloof. Your movement was hesitant, but you did as he asked. Clouds had begun to accumulate above, a swirling mass of pale grey. It was going to rain soon. You chewed at your inner cheek — you really needed to save up more money to buy a new coat.

"What happened there?" you jolted at the sudden brush against your arm. You quickly pulled your sleeve down over your exposed bandages, clutching the material against your inner palm and fingers. He regarded you with a bored look. He wasn't stupid. He just wanted to hear you say it.

"I fell over."

"You... fell."

"...Yes."

"Okay.." he sighed heavily, running a hand through his brown locks from front to back in exasperation. You were ridiculous. How was anyone supposed to believe that?

"Is that what you tell everyone who asks?"

"Well.. Yeah, because it's true—"

"It's not, but I guess anyone will believe anything nowadays."

Your heart was thumping really hard. What was this man talking about? What was he trying to say? Did he know? He couldn't know. He wasn't supposed to know. If he knew, then it would just get worse, right? That's why you weren't allowed to say anything. No one was supposed to know.

"...You don't know anything about me." You murmured lowly, turning away to stare out into the sea.

"I know enough about you just by looking. You're weak."

There was a small, pregnant pause as you clenched yourself jaw.

"I don't need a stranger to tell me something I already know."

"Then do something about it." The response was quick, as if he was ready to throw the words at you. You watched as he stood up, hands shoved into his pockets as he glared down at you. The sky had darkened, ashen grey clouds now hanging above you as the wind suddenly grew harsher.

"Honestly. You humans are so idiotic.." humans..? You frowned. "The solution is a simple and easy one, yet you choose to ignore it out of fear. No wonder you're so easily controlled."

A flash covered your vision in a blinding white, the sound of thunder following shortly after, sounding not too far away from you. The man didn't seem to be scared at all. He just seemed angry. With you.

——

That man was infuriating you. After he had said those words to you the previous day, he just left you there to sit alone under the sudden storm that kicked up. He was rude, mean, creepy; you shouldn't have gone back there yesterday.

However, as the tears rolled down your cheeks in the dozens, the pain blossoming further in your side, the more your realised how pathetic you were. It seemed that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop yourself from going back.

The cliff side looked different at night. The grass was almost black. The sea looked deeper and darker than ever before. A white orb replaced the sun, less luminescent but more serene, a beauty you could gaze at for hours on end.

You practically collapsed to the ground once you neared your usual spot, your hands flying to the swelling pain near your ribs. Your hands shook as you clutched at your shirt, unsure of what to do now. It hurt so much, you just wanted the pain to go away.

There was the faint sound of footsteps behind you wading through the grass, and you quickly whipped around to see a familiar silhouette, his features seeming to glow under the moonlight.

You both eyed each other with wariness, as well as confusion. Why were you both here at this hour?

Osomatsu switched his gaze from your eyes to your hands with a quirked brow. He took large, slow strides towards you, sat beside you, and took hold of your wrists.

"H-Hey..! Let go of me!" You squirmed, attempting to yank your hands out of his grip. But he seemed immovable, staring at you with half-lidded, bored eyes as he barely moved an inch.

"Stop moving. I'm not going to do anything." Although he easily could, he thought to himself with a roll of his eyes. He pried your hands away from where they were pressed against your left side, not seeing any blood.

You began whimpering, crying harder as you felt his fingers prod against your side, ghosting over the large boot-like bruise that had imprinted itself into your skin. You didn't believe this man wasn't going to hurt you. But how could you fight him off?

The pain disappeared.

...You blinked.

The pain... disappeared?

You brought your eyes down to where Osomatsu's palm was now flat against your side, and all you could feel was the pressure and warmth of his skin through your clothing. No pain. It was as if it were never there.

"What... What did you do..?" You breathed, tears still running down your cheeks.

"Nothing." He moved away from you, rubbing a finger under his nose as he avoided your curious gaze. You poked the area yourself. Nothing.

You stared at him, then to your side, then him again, then back to your side.

"You can stop blubbering, now. It's fine, isn't it?" Despite his harsh words, he didn't sound menacing at all.

——

It turned into a routine. Somehow.

You would turn up to your usual spot by the cliff, Osomatsu would wander over, breeze his hands over wherever you were hurt, and the pain would disappear.

No matter how much you thought about it, logically, it didn't make sense. You can't just heal someone by touching them. This wasn't a video game, this was reality.

You had tried asking him whenever he 'healed' you, hoping for an answer, only to get rebuffed every time.

"You don't need to know how I do it," he had shrugged. "It's not like you'd be able to do the same, so why should I tell you?"

Although he still seemed to give you somewhat of a cold shoulder, he would still wordlessly remove the pain. Wether it was day or night, rain or shine, he would be there at the cliff side, willing to remove your hurt.

There were times where his touch would linger a few seconds longer than needed. There were times where he would gaze deep into your eyes as he held a palm up to your bruised cheek, and you could make out every golden speck hidden in his brown eyes. There was a time where he had taken your hand, slowly intertwining his fingers through your own, only to immediately drop his hold on you like you were hot iron.

It confused you, but his warmth stayed with you all the same.

You couldn't deny the fluttering of your heart whenever you eagerly saw him day after day. You would fight through the agony just to trek up that cliff side, all to see him. He had turned into your comfort.

The two of you sat together, side by side, hands resting on the grass beneath you, your fingertips so close. You nervously glanced down towards them. His hands were larger than yours, faint scars running over his calloused skin, some travelling up his forearm. You wondered how he got those. But you wouldn't pry.

What you would do, though, is inch your fingers over his, delicately wrapping your now clammy hand around his. He didn't flinch, only sliding his eyes to gaze at you from the corners of his eye.

"What are you doing?"

"I... M-My hands are... cold..."

"...Y'know, you're a terrible liar." He chuckled, turning to face you. He removed his hand from yours, and you turned to look at him nervously, only for him to then grasp your hand more firmly in his own.

"Osomatsu..." you swallowed, a sudden heat flushing over your cheeks and neck.

"What is it?" His voice was a low murmur, speaking to you and only to you.

"Whenever I'm with you, I... I feel safe. You've helped me so much, and you barely know me. Thank you.. so much.."

His expression was unreadable. Carefully, he raised his free hand, brushing against the side of your neck before grasping your chin, forcing you to look up to him.

This was a bad idea. He knew it. He could still stop himself while he had the chance.

"I already told you. I know enough about you just by looking."

Your faces seemed to inch towards each other, your heartbeat frantically thrumming against your chest as you felt his breath fan over your skin.

"...We shouldn't do this." He whispered. But he didn't move away.

"Why not?" You were breathless, your hands coming to clutch at the front of his shirt tightly.

"It's a bad idea. For you to be with someone like me."

"...You make me happy, Osomatsu. I want to stay here, with you."

The voice screaming in the back of his mind was swiftly silenced as he pressed his lips against your own. It was slow, desperate and passionate, with his hands tangling into your hair and pushing your further into the kiss. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pressing your bodies together as you pressed your lips against the other, over and over, all the while wanting more.

You didn't want this moment to end. You wanted to stay like this forever.

His mind was burning, begging him to stop. But his instincts were stronger, and the more he felt your body against his, the more he allowed himself to drown in your presence.

——

"Brother. I must ask you once more to cease your rage. This is getting out of hand."

Osomatsu didn't acknowledge the voice that called out to him. He merely stood in the heavy rainfall, on the cliff edge by the shifting sea, hands in his pockets and face stoic.

"You already know that the oceans are mine and mine alone, Zeus."

"I don't care about your stupid water bowl," he growled in reply. The thunder crackling from above doubled in intensity, striking down on innocent fauna and setting them ablaze despite the rain.

"Then what has angered you so?" A man stepped closer, looking very similar to Osomatsu, aside from the longer hair and scarcer clothing.

Osomatsu narrowed his eyes. There was anger building up inside him, stacking higher and higher, and on top of that, a feeling much worse.

"...You feel sorrow." The man spoke with a frown. "And a deep sense of guilt."

"Don't you dare start reading me, Poseidon. It's fucking annoying."

"But it is what you feel. I don't think I've seen you feel such a way for many a millennia, brother."

So what, he thought. So what if he hadn't felt like this for a long time. It was his own fault for getting attached. It was a mistake. It was a bad idea.

"I was a fool..." his frown deepened into a scowl. "I was a fool for believing in a human, of all the pitiful creatures on this ball of dirt."

He clenched his fist tighter.

"She was weak."

"Brother...."

"She was weak, and I couldn't protect her!"

The rain ceased. All fell silent in less than a second.

Poseidon gazed at his brother with concern, unable to provide the comfort he needed. He instead turned away, returning back to the sea, casting one final glance over his shoulder before disappearing into the waters below.

Now Osomatsu was truly alone. You weren't going to be there anymore. He would live on for the rest of eternity, while you would decay into nothing but dust.

He didn't do enough. You said he made you happy, but he didn't do enough.

He was a complete fool for ever believing his love for a human, as beautiful as yourself, would last forever.

He stepped away from the cliff side, walking away without looking back. He would never find himself able to visit such a place again. Not without your presence, and the fleeting memories of a time his heart wished he could relive.

Ichimatsu - Reaching You, Finally

I altered the ages a slight bit, I hope that's okay! Ichimatsu - 26 | [Y/N] - 19

It was getting harder and harder for you to sleep. Laying on your back, your eyes roamed your dark and plain ceiling as you sorted through your pile of thoughts.

Ichimatsu. His name stuck to your mind like glue. An image of his rare soft smile and lazy eyes formed in front of your eyes. The ache in your heart grew stronger.

With a sigh, you turned to your side, reaching out to clutch at a large cat plushie, holding it tightly to your chest. This particular plushie was one he had won for you at the arcade a few days ago. It was soft, like him. Cute and cuddly.

'I should be happy,' you think with a frown. This is what you wanted, wasn't it? Being infatuated with him since you first met him, you waited an agonisingly long time until you had finally plucked the courage to confess. And what a dream come true it was for him to say he felt the same.

That day seemed so far away, now.

Peering down at your plushie, you began to wonder. Did he still see you as a child? You were younger than him by handful of years, after all. You were at the beginnings of your own adulthood, and yet here you were. Pouting over some issue you had conjured up in your mind, and holding onto a stuffed toy.

Whereas he was an adult. A man. He could be right next to you, but he would feel so far away. Miles away from your reach. Sometimes, just as your fingertips would grasp at the back of his shirt, he would slip away from your hold, as if he were never close to you at all.

'He loves me, though...' you think next, biting at your trembling lip. Of course he did. He hasn't said it yet, but he shows he loves you. By taking you on dates, buying you small presents, little shows of affection. So of course he loves you. Right?

Another sigh fell through your lips. Hesitantly, you pushed away the toy, turning away from it and choosing to hug at your arms instead, knees curling to tuck in tightly to your chest.

It was a long night for you.

»»-----　♔　-----««

Twirling a lock of hair around your finger, you glanced around the small park. The clock looming beside you ticked on. He was late. Or maybe you were just early?

You shook your head. You were thinking too much. Overthinking. This entire morning, your mind was working too fast for you. You couldn't seem to take the time to think straight for a minute.

Constant questions came and went, laying on your lips but unspoken. Where was he? Was he even coming? Was he bored of you? Was it because he saw you as a kid?

You tugged harshly on your lock of hair.

'Stop,' you scolded yourself. Nothing was wrong. So what if he's a few minutes late? It's fine. It doesn't mean anything. Calm down.

A streak of purple entered the crowd, and you eyes instantly latched onto the colour. So familiar. So comforting. It came closer until he stood before you, his slouched stature still taller than you. His signature purple hoodie was swapped out for a purple turtle neck sweater instead, covered by a black coat. He was wearing glasses. They looked really good on him.

"Hey," he murmured. As always, he raised a single finger to run down the side of your burning cheek, barely touching you, the light trail of his tracing finger leaving a gentle tingle.

You would respond the same in a breathless, quiet voice. Your hands twitched, wanting to run your fingers through his messy but soft tresses.

Without another word, he took hold of your hand, his skin significantly warmer than yours, and began leading you away. Your mind was still in a flustered, uncertain daze, but you soon found yourself in a secluded area of the park, situated under a thick canopy of trees. It was quieter here.

"How have you been?" He started. He slowly intertwined his fingers with your own. You contemplated how you should respond.

"Fine," you threw in a small smile for good measure. You were an adult, too. You could handle your issues on your own.

Your reassuring thoughts were promptly dashed out the window when you saw his brow raise slightly. His flat stare scrutinised your face, from the twitch in your brow to the smile that fell at the corners.

"...You can tell me, y'know." He tugged your hand, urging you to sit closer. "You don't have to, but I wouldn't mind if you did."

Your resolve was thinning quickly. Maybe you should. It would be easier to talk about it. But it was a stupid thing to worry about. He wouldn't care. But if he loves you, then he would. Clearly he would.

'Make a choice, idiot!' You glanced down at your hands. The soothing rub of his thumb over your knuckles caught your attention. He was always so caring, so gentle with you. The smallest of things meant so much from him. Your heart thumped harder in your chest the more you realised just how far you had fallen in.

"It's... Well, it's stupid, really.." you couldn't look him in the eyes. Not until he tucked a hand under your chin, raising your head to face him. His expression hadn't changed.

"I don't care if it is. If it's bothering you, then you should talk about it with someone."

The firm resolution in his voice was what sparked it. The light sheen of water in your eyes made him panic for a moment.

"Do you see me as a child?"

What a way to start the conversation, but you were too far into your emotions to care.

"It's just... you're older than me, and I'm barely an adult myself, and I... I just can't stop thinking about how you must see me as immature, or something... I mean even now!" You gestured to yourself, your voice rising as you blubbered on. "I'm crying like a big baby over nothing, and I-I wouldn't be surprised if... If you want to l-leave me.. or somethin'..." you repeated yourself.

Your throat was burning. You tried to control your breathing, but it just hurt more. He wasn't responding. Your vision blurred further. This was it. This was goodbye, wasn't it? You weren't ready, but for him, you would be strong. You had to be. You could be an adult, too...

"[Y/N]."

His warms hands cupped your cheeks, turning you to face him. His thumbs brushed at the tears streaming down your skin. They pooled up more, but he didn't seem to mind.

"You're right. That is kinda stupid."

His bluntness never ceased to surprise you.

"It's stupid, that you think this slight age difference between us is going to stop me from loving you."

A strangled whimper left your throat. Your fingers came forward to clutch at his coat. He was here, with you. Not just beside you, but within reach. His warmth flooded your senses. He was with you now.

"And I don't care if you come to me crying like a baby. I'll just take care of you until you feel better. I'm not gonna leave you over a small reason like that. I love you too much."

"You love me..?" Your hoarse voice barely above a whisper. He came in close with a curved smile, so rare and so pretty each time you saw it.

"I do." He rested his forehead against your own. He finally said it.

"I love you, too..." you held the hands that rested in your cheeks, revelling in the feeling of holding him close.

You met his gaze, his blank gaze holding something you were sure you hadn't seen before. They flitted down to your lips, then back your eyes. You did the same.

He slowly closed the gap, his smooth lips caressing your own in a sensual, passionate kiss.

You were together now. Side by side, under the shade of tall oak trees.

✧ Choromatsu - By The Pool Side

𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢!𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘚𝘩𝘺!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

"[Y/N]?"

Choromatsu's voice rang softly through the air, catching your attention. You were stood nervously at the door to his back garden, unsure if you could really bring yourself to step out of the shadows.

"Aren't you going to come outside?" He raised a brow at you, moving the book that he was reading away from his face. There was a chair waiting for you right beside his for you both to lounge on by the pool, yet you weren't even stepping out of the door.

He was no mind-reader, but he had a feeling that you were just nervous. He wasn't sure why, since you had been dating for a while now. Maybe he would have to coax you out gently in order to figure out the problem.

He lifted a hand in your direction, the corners of his mouth lifting into a light smile as his eyes caught yours, waiting patiently for you to come to him.

You glanced down at yourself, taking a deep breath. You could do this. There wasn't anything to be afraid of, right? It was normal to wear this when you're going to a pool, right? Right! There was nothing wrong with it!

Slowly, you stepped out of the doorway, blinking as the sunlight hit your face so suddenly. You kept your gaze averted to the tiled flooring, walking carefully over to Choromatsu and taking his hand, your fingers slotting perfectly between his.

At first, the man didn't say anything. His eyes were raking over your body, taking in the sight before him. You looked gorgeous.

There you were, wearing a one-piece bathing suit, in his colour, that wrapped tightly around your body. The upper curves of your chest were peeking out of the material teasingly, making Choromatsu lick his dry lips quickly. Trailing downwards, he could see the sides of your stomach were on display, and a little further, your lower regions seemed to sit a little too tightly on the suit, stretching every time you shifted around.

You looked too delicious for him to handle.

"D-Does it look... weird?" You mumbled anxiously, taking his silence as a bad thing. Immediately, Choromatsu shook his head.

"No, no, darling! Quite the opposite, actually.." he breathed, a dreamy tone in his voice. He had always thought you looked beautiful, but there was something about how hot your body looked, contrasting with your shy and apprehensive nature that just really turned him on.

Was this a dream? Well, he always felt like he was dreaming when he was with you. You were too good for a Yakuza member such as himself.

Choromatsu tugged on your hand, taking a hold of your waist and settling you down on his lap. The feeling of your bare thighs against the sides of his waist made his loins heat up rather quickly.

"Were you nervous to wear this?" He asked first, rubbing his thumbs soothingly against your hips. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, hands trembling as they rested on his shoulders.

"I didn't want to disappoint you, or anything..." you began quietly.

"Disappoint me? How would you ever be able to do that, love?" He tilted his head, a few strands of his slicked back hair falling across his forehead.

"I-I mean, you're a part of the Yakuza, so I thought... I thought your expectations would be high, or something?" The reasoning was stupid, you knew that more than anyone, but it was still a worry of yours nonetheless.

A puff of laughter came from your boyfriend, and he brought your body closer.

"You should know that I don't have high expectations for anyone. And especially not for you," he reminded you. "I fell for the lamb that you are, [Y/N]. You don't need to change yourself to impress me; your perfect already. For example..."

You felt his calloused hands travel from your hips down to your ass, cupping you through the material of your bathing suit, fingers tracing the small amount of flesh around the ends of the suit. You tensed, cheeks reddening further at the feeling.

"I love how you fit onto my lap so nicely, straddling me like this," he grinned mischievously, eyes searching your face for every reaction. He then moved to your thighs, gripping the meaty flesh on the inside, close to your heated core.

"And your thighs... I love how you wrap them around my head when I'm eating you out-"

"Ch-Choromatsu!" You squealed, burying your face into your hands.

"But it's true! I really, really, love it." He leaned up to your ear, murmuring against your skin. You shuddered as his lips barely brushed over the sensitive flesh of your neck.

"Did you know? How hard it was to control myself as soon as you stepped out, wearing this scandalous thing..." he tugged at the neck of your suit, exposing the top half of your breasts completely.

"Can you feel how hard I'm getting right now, darling?" Choromatsu bucked his hips upwards, grinding his hard on into your pussy. You whimpered, biting your lip. He felt so hard.

"I think I need to hear more than that."

He held the back of your head, pulling lightly on your hair as he pushed you forward to meet his lips, moving eagerly against them as his other hand moved to fondle your tits. He bucked into you again, more throughly this time, and you feared that you would end up soaking your new bathing suit.

You pulled away from him with a gasp for air as you felt his fingers begin to move the fabric away from your entrance.

"N-No! Not here! We're outside!" You panicked, whipping your head around the garden for any figures that may be watching. Choromatsu hummed, amused.

"Who's house is this again?" He held you firmly in place, his Cheshire-like grin and mischievous eyes never once leaving your face.

"No one is here except for us. We're completely alone, [Y/N]. Which makes things a lot easier."

With swift movements, he pulled down his trunks just enough for his hardened cock to spring free, and with deft fingers, he moved aside the garment and rubbed against your wetness.

You moaned loudly, only to cover your mouth to muffle the noises.

"You're really enjoying this aren't you? Already this wet for me." He smirked as you moved your head away from his teasing gaze, thighs trembling with need and want.

"Ah, you're so cute, babydoll!" He whined with a froggish smile, heart jolting from the adorable display. However, it was quickly replaced with pure lust as he lifted you up just enough for the head of his dick to tease your soaked entrance, already feeling it dripping down his length.

You braced yourself, holding onto his shoulders once more for support as your eyes glanced around again, still unsure. Choromatsu called to you, connecting your gaze.

"Just focus on me."

With that, he sank your body down onto him, watching as you shut your eyes in blissful pleasure. He fit so nicely inside of you, filling and stretching your insides, twitching and pulsing with every shift of your hips. Your walls instantly clamped around him, your body demanding more.

Choromatsu began to guide your hips up and down over his cock until you got used to the rhythm, steadily bouncing your thighs off of his in order to chase the waves of pleasure that rolled up your back and through your body every time he pushed back into you, hitting your g-spot over and over again until you saw stars.

Your tongue was lolling out of your mouth, panting and moaning loudly without a care now. You couldn't even say Choromatsu's name anymore, the word coming out as a stuttering mess of incoherent words.

Choromatsu watched you rode him, his stronger hands holding your hips so tight that there were sure to be bruises tomorrow. He grit his teeth, deep groans rumbling through his chest as he felt his release coming nearer.

He felt you were close, too, with the way the walls of your pussy began to tighten further around him. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, allowing Choromatsu access to your own, nipping and sucking away at the sensitive flesh under your jaw and the junction between your neck and shoulder.

With one final bite to your skin and a hard thrust into you, you spilled over the edge, coming over his pulsing cock with a lewd moan of his name. The man continued to pound into you before coming inside you, pumping large spurts of seed into your pussy until it dribbled down your thighs, making them slick with both of your come.

You allowed your body to relax on top of his chest, wrapping your shaking arms around his neck, the both of you still breathing heavily. Choromatsu held you just as tightly, peppering light kisses against the deep purple makes beginning to form across your skin.

Eventually, he would gather your hazy form into his arms, taking you inside to clean up. And maybe have another taste before allowing you some proper rest.

Karamatsu - Prepared?

𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭!𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Whenever you were at school, the hands on the clock seemed to purposely take forever to reach the final minutes of the day.

You tapped your finger impatiently against your cheek, staring blankly outside the window beside you. The droning voice of your teacher at the front of the class went through one ear and out the other, making the lesson just that little bit more boring.

You had other things to think about besides some useless math equations, anyway.

Looking up towards the clear, blue spring sky, your thoughts were drawn back to exactly that: blue. Or, more specifically, to the person you associated with the colour blue;

Karamatsu Matsuno.

One of the infamous sextuplets that attended your highschool. With his bowl cut brown hair, large round eyes and slightly red cheeks due to small blemishes, he was the definition of cute in your books.

You were lucky you were able to talk to him, too, seeing as you weren't exactly a social butterfly. He was in most of your classes, and as if it were fate, your teachers almost always paired the both of you up (although, that may have been to prevent him from sticking with his brothers, which would have led to no work being done).

So of course, the both of you were practically forced to communicate with each other. And on top of that, you were both walking home with each other nowadays, as you both were headed in the same direction. That, and the fact that he didn't really walk with his brothers anymore, which you actually found to be quite the shame.

They were so lively together, and their bond seemed so strong... What happened?

You sighed softly, eyeing the birds that flew swiftly over the school campus. You knew exactly what happened. People in your school were quick to judge them all for the things that the Matsuno's did together as brothers - as family - and to make themselves fit in, they slowly drifted apart. They don't even acknowledge each other anymore...

And now, Karamtsu seemed to be falling back into his shell of shyness. Without the support of his brothers, he didn't know what to do with himself. Slowly but surely, he became meek again, and struggled talking to others.

Including you.

Especially today, for some reason. It seemed as if he was trying to make an effort to speak, but every time you asked what was wrong, his cheeks flushed a deep red, and he stammered an excuse that you couldn't understand before running away. That had happened three times today. Did you do something wrong?

You did try asking Ichimatsu, as he seemed to be the easiest to talk to, but even he had no idea why his brother would act in such a way.

"Maybe he's just getting a little shy again. Who knows?" He had shrugged, giving you a smile before leaving to meet his friends.

At a loss, you could only watch Karamatsu's actions from the side, wondering continuously what was wrong with him. You wanted to help him, as a friend. Since that's probably all you'll ever stay to him, or you might be nothing to him now since he can't talk to you...

Your cheeks turned a light shade of pink as you thought this. Brows furrowed, you let a small pout cross your lips. You really liked Karamtsu. A lot. Over the past year or so since you got to know him, you realised a lot of things about him, and you found your eyes always wandering back to his figure subconsciously.

And you wanted to tell him how you felt so badly, but you were scared of it causing a rift in your friendship, as you were sure he didn't see you the same way. He was just shy, that's why he couldn't talk to you much. He probably only stayed with you because he had to for a project, or he might have felt bad for not walking with you on the way home. He was nice like that.

The bell suddenly rang, snapping you out of your thoughts. Quickly, you packed up your things and decided to head home straight away. It was the end of the week, and all you wanted was to stay as far away from school as possible until Monday.

Leaving the classroom, you went down the few flights of stairs to the main entrance, changing out of your school shoes to your comfortable pair of white and blue sneakers; a colour combo you chose without even realising because you were too busy thinking about Karamatsu whilst out shopping-

You groaned internally, begging yourself to stop acting like those girls in your class who just acted so love struck over every guy they've ever met. You were better than this! You're 18, for goodness sake, get a grip girl!

Despite thinking this, you took one small glance back over your shoulder to see if a familiar worried face was coming towards you as usual to accompany you home...

But nobody came.

Dejectedly, you dragged your feet away from the school gates. You knew it. He was just sick of you now. That's what he was going to tell you, wasn't he? But he was just too nice for his own good to get it out, so he left you instead.

Looking up, your eyes locked onto the countless Sakura trees lined against the empty sidewalk, hundreds of pink petals twirling in the air and dancing around you in the breeze. Ah, Sakura trees... A sad reminder of just how short beautiful things can last.

Just like your friendship with Karamatsu...

"[Y/N]!"

Wow. You were imagining his voice now? That's pathetic.

"[Y/N], wait!"

...Is that coming from behind you?

Turning on your heel, your eyes widened as a figure ran closer towards you, eyebrows creased in worry and panting heavily from having to catch up to you.

"Kara...matsu?" You mumbled confusedly, watching as he stopped in front of you, leaning his palms on his knees to catch his breath. It was silent for a few moments before the boy looked up at you slowly, cheeks flushed red again. Seriously, did he have a fever?

"I-I.. uhm..." he started quietly, straightening himself out. His mouth opened and closed a few times, hands making small gestures as he tried to speak, but nothing came out. Feeling slightly awkward, and worried for Karamatsu, you spoke first.

"Karamatsu," you began. He immediately froze up, eyes focused solely on you. You fidgeted slightly under his gaze, but took a small breath.

"Take a deep breath first. Then tell me what's wrong, okay?" Even though you knew what he wanted to say, you still gave him a small smile, encouraging him to speak.

Taking your advice, he sucked in a deep breath, loosening his joints so that they weren't as tense. Then, he raised a hand and rummaged through his pockets, pulling out a pile of notecards. You could only stare with a slightly raised brow, curious as to what he was doing.

"Uh, hey... so.. uhh.." he looked down at his notecards. "Did you, Uh- did... you fall out of heaven because, um-" due to the shakiness of his hands (and voice) he ended up dropping his cards all over the floor.

In a panic, he fell to the ground too, scrabbling to pick up the pieces of paper and sorting them back into their original order.

"Shit, fuck oh god fuck I'm so sorry you're- you're just s-so pretty I'm sorry-"

He continued rambling like that, his face looking like a cherry as he sweated profusely out of nerves, entire body shaking and words continuously pouring out of his mouth, making no sense to you.

However, your face was cherry red too as you processed what just happened.

He... he used a pick-up line on you? To confess? Is that what was going on?

...Your heart throbbed painfully, reminding you just how in love you were with this complete dork in front of you.

As Karamastu stood back up, still mumbling, only one thought was going through your head. And it slipped out.

"Kiss me, Karamtsu."

Time seemed to stop, and this was the only time you were grateful for that.

Blushing furiously, Karamatsu's brown orbs were blown wide, darting from your face to his cards, looking through them desperately.

"I um... don't have a card for... this," he replied, his voice higher than usual. You breathed out a giggle, stepping closer to him as you took advantage of this small piece of confidence you suddenly picked up.

"That's okay. I don't think we need it."

With that, you stood up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips against his. They were soft and slightly plump, fitting against yours like a missing puzzle piece.

Karamatsu froze up again, eyes squeezed shut as he dared not move, scared that he would ruin the moment if he did anything. Even so, he melted into you, pushing back against your lips in hopes that he was conveying his feelings like he wanted to.

Breaking away from each other, breathless, you spoke softly for only him to hear.

"I think you're really cute, too, Karamatsu."

The boy could only stare at you, face red, unable too tear his gaze away. He was floating up in the clouds right now, not entirely believing that this was real.

Smiling gently, you held out a hand towards Karamatsu.

"Shall we head home? Together?" You added. Glancing at your hand, a soft and sheepish smile worked it's way onto his face, cheeks flushing cutely. Slowly, he placed his larger hand into yours, squeezing gently.

"Y-Yeah... That sounds like a good idea."

Ichimatsu - Distant Future

𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦!𝘈𝘜 - 𝘙𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴

"Tch. You just had to show up, didn't you."

It came out more of a statement than a question, emphasised with a hot glare that Ichimatsu shot your way. You sat down heavily beside him on the bench, keeping your distance.

"Shut up. I really don't want to deal with your pissy attitude right now..." You muttered. Mumbling your order to Chibita, you leaned a hand against your forehead, rubbing your temple with a grimace.

"Then why are you here? Go back home or something," Ichimatsu retorted, raising a brow.

"Just shut. Up."

Chibita remained silent, hesitantly placing a bowl of Udon in front of you as he glanced quickly between you both. He prayed that you both wouldn't start fighting and tear his stand to bits.

"... Rough day?" Ichimatsu surprised himself, a rare occurrence for the fourth eldest Matsuno. His breath caught in his throat as he mentally yelled at himself. Why did he care? Why should he care? You both hated each other. Why did he suddenly feel so... sympathetic? He visibly cringed at the word.

You didn't reply for a while, occupying yourself by chewing away at your warm dinner. You sighed again.

"If you had a job as a receptionist in the only hospital in Akatsuka, you would know that it's more than 'rough'..." you rubbed a hand down your face, feeling your skin warm up from the friction.

Ichimatsu hummed, silently fiddling with his chopsticks. An awkward silence hung over the stand. Taking a deep breath, he knew he was going to regret this.

"...Do you... wanna... talk about it...?"

The reluctance in his voice was visible. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, the corners of your lips twitching slightly.

"Am I actually talking to Matsuno Ichimatsu? Or is this one of your brothers in disguise?"

"Shut up." was his only answer, facing away from you entirely. You chuckled, although you were confused. This was... different. Usually, you both would've started arguing by now yet, here you were, opening your mouth to spill your troubles onto the table for the one person you hated most.

Was that a good or bad thing? Nobody would know the answer in that moment. Not even Chibita, who had taken refuge under his stand, sweating profusely at the sudden turn of events.

"... Soulmates." You started. Ichimatsu winced, slouching further in his seat. "It's hard not to think about that sort of stuff when I have to see them everywhere at work... And considering my own situation with it, I just..."

You worried your bottom lip between your teeth. Should you say it? Maybe you shouldn't. Maybe you should stop.

"It just hurts, y'know?"

'Stop..!'

"Knowing that I'll never find anyone to care for me like everyone else..."

'That's enough!'

"I'll never know what it's like to love someone, romantically, or to have them love me back..."

The silence was different this time. Heavy, full of melancholy, full of heartache. Even so, you continued with a hollow smile stretched forcefully across your cheeks.

"But I guess that's how life works. Some get it lucky, and some... don't."

You didn't want to look over at him, knowing that his heavy lidded eyes were staring at you, burning holes into your skin. You couldn't tell what he was thinking. You didn't know why you said all that, to Ichimatsu of all people. However, there was no going back. You waited for the humiliation t be thrown your way.

"... I guess we're not so different, huh?"

"Wha-?"

"I still hate you, don't get me wrong," You stared in bewilderment at the back of his head, mouth wide open. "But... Life was never fair to begin with. If there was anyone who didn't deserve this kind of life with no red string, it would probably be you."

"...Ichima-"

"Put this on my tab, Chibita. I'm outta here..."

He swiftly stood up from his seat, pulling his hood tightly over his head before practically running away from you into the dark streets. Leaving you (and Chibita) dumbfounded.

You wouldn't be seeing him until two days later, when you woke up from your slumber with a scream.

You had rushed to get dressed, an ugly scowl permanently resting on your features, scaring people away from you as you ran frantically through the streets of Akatsuka, stopping heavily in your tracks the moment you spotted purple in an alleyway.

"You bastard!" You yelled, not caring about the cats scampering past you. Ichimatsu stood silently, his dark aura multiplying ten fold.

"I could say the same to you," he muttered.

"What the fuck did you do?" You stalked towards him, raising your hand in front of his face. "How did you do this?"

The red string of fate dangled with a faint glow in front of Ichimatsu's eyes, tied neatly around your pinkie finger. He didn't respond, although his own suspicions were confirmed.

"Why you?" you whispered, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

"Why you, of all people...!" you grabbed fistfuls of his hoodie, leaning into him with a shaky sob.

"I don't... understand... I-I've been horrible to you.." you were bawling now, sinking to your knees, dragging the wide-eyed man down with you.

"I don't deserve any of this...! I should've just stayed alone for the rest of my life!"

You continued to mumble despair into his shoulder, your body racked with sobs and heavy breaths. Neither of you knew how long you had sat there on the dirty alleyway floor. Neither of you knew when Ichimatsu began rubbing your back, holding you closer.

Eventually, your cries died down to sniffles and hiccups, but you didn't want to move away just yet. You just wanted to stay there, not wanting to think about what kind of future that awaited the both of you.

»»-----　♔　-----««

"Ichimatsu? Are you okay?"

He blinked, turning towards you.

"Were you thinking about something?"

"...Yeah." He smiled softly, wrapping an arm around your waist, nuzzling his face into the top of your head. You giggled, leaning into him.

"Oh yeah? What was it?" You linked your fingers with his, bringing them up so plant soft kisses across his knuckles. Ichimatsu locked onto the red string connecting you both together, watching as it began to glow, beating in sync with your heartbeats.

"...We really used to hate each other, didn't we?"

✧ Choromatsu - Slightly Sadistic

𝘕𝘰𝘪𝘳!𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘚𝘩𝘺!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Choromatsu sat you upright on his lap, leaning back into his Den chair. He continued his assault on your neck, tilting your head backwards by the hair as he trailed his cool lips down to your shoulder, latching onto the sensitive skin.

His hands roamed your body, pinching at your chubby thighs that had wrapped around his waist, then rubbing at your sides before settling onto your breasts, groaning at the weight of them in his palms.

He broke away from you to peer down at your chest, following the rise and fall of each mound hungrily. You bit your lip, your face feeling just as hot as your body. You sucked in a sharp breath as Choromatsu quickly began removing your shirt, the cool air leaving goosebumps on your skin.

He traced a hand over the top of your tits, teasingly lifting a strap of your bra and releasing it against your skin with a 'snap,' making you gasp. He grinned, eyes full of lust.

"Hmm, you're into that kinda stuff? Should'a told me sooner, darlin'.." he teased, chuckling lowly as you turned your face away. He continued to slowly remove your bra, letting the item fall to the ground without a care. He was focused solely on your plump breasts now, licking his dry lips.

Choromatsu dived in for a taste with no hesitation, latching onto your perked nipple with a satisfied sigh, using his hand to give equal attention to the other. He suckled and licked harshly on the skin, knowingly leaving dark marks behind, littered over your body.

You gasped and moaned loudly, raising your hands to desperately cover your mouth, hoping to muffle the sounds. If you knew anyone had heard you, you thought you would die of sheer embarrassment.

You couldn't help but squirm on Choromatsu's lap, unintentionally grinding your hips against his and feeling something push against your core. Choromatsu groaned against you, hands moving to grasp your hips tightly, halting your movement.

"That's playing dirty, sweetheart," his voice was nice and raspy, commanding and dominant as he looked up at you with half-lidded eyes.

"S-Sorry..." you whimpered, hoping, desperately hoping, that he wouldn't stop. He brought his hand up to your hair, carding his fingers through your locks and pushing your head towards him, meeting his lips halfway as he pressed a heated kiss to your own. He squeezed one of your tits in his free hand, slipping his tongue into your mouth the moment you gasped.

He left you dizzy and full of a searing need when he broke away. A shiver ran up your spine as he nipped at your ear, muttering: "I didn't say stop, [Y/N]."

Not a moment was spared as he went back to your boobs, pinching, squeezing and nipping at your sensitive skin, revelling in every noise that left your throat. He ground his hips up into you again, muffling his own noises as felt his hardened length press against you tightly.

"Choro... Ch-Choromatsu..!" You whined against him, shaky fingers hanging onto his broad shoulders as your unspoken wants hung in the air. He hummed against your skin, suddenly bringing a hand down hard onto your ass.

The sting made you cry out in pain, though it quickly melted in something pleasurable as he pushed into again.

"You're gonna have to tell me very clearly what you want," Choromatsu murmured firmly, a sadistic grin crossing his face. "Or else I'll just leave ya' here high and dry, babe."