I Want #toji Fushiguro To Stomp On Me.

Gifs: daenerys-stormborn

I want you to myself

I want you to myself

I want you to myself

I want you to myself

I want you to myself

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the mess we made

Character/s: black panther hybrid!Ran & Rindou Haitani

Warnings: f!reader, hybrid au, dubcon, reader is sort of a brat, double penetration/double vag (yes their dicks touched), threesome, unprotected sex, creampie, slight degradation, usage of 'mommy' once, breeding kink, and curse words. Minors don’t interact.

Note: this piece is for my hybrid collab "collard bones"! hope you enjoy it :)

Synopsis: Taking care of big cats is never an easy task.

✃WC: 1.4k

Spice level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ out of 5

Lazy limpid violets watched in silence as you threw the useless credit card to the ground, the heel of your Louboutin pump hit the plastic multiple times as you stomped on it in anger.

How dare your father freeze it? Humiliating you by having the store clerk state out loud that it declined your purchase—you wished you could turn back time and drive up to his office instead to give him a piece of your mind. But you wouldn’t have found out until you were beaming with excitement and striding up to the cashier. Would’ve been nice to know ahead… That way, you could’ve sweet-talked the old man into doing otherwise!

“M-Miss, welcome home.”

Diverting your furious gaze to the help, you didn’t have to bark out your orders for her to leave, already frightened by your rare yet horrible temper—taking shelter in the kitchen.

Slamming the door shut to your bedroom, you failed to notice the two figures stalking behind you—waiting for you to notice them. Meanwhile, you kept groaning out of frustration, close to throwing the credit card out of the window and to the bustling roads down below. Lamenting its golden years, you sighed before setting the card down gently on the nightstand. Whatever, it’s not like your father did this for the first time. You could still convince him to unfreeze it tomorrow… or start sending him annoying texts until he does.

“I can’t believe he’d do this—who does he think he is?” Huffing at your phone’s screen displaying your father’s contact, your finger hovered above it, debating whether to call and scream at him or text him before doing the first option. “Years and years of never paying any mind to what I bought, then he pulls the rug underneath—what the hell made him do this? A new woman?!”

The fear and anxiety of your father finding a new lover to lavish with his millions were suddenly thrown out of your mind when a huge palm pushed you hard to have you fall on the mattress. Gasping at the surprising action, you glanced up to glare at whoever it was only to press your lips into a thin line at the two pairs of lavender irises narrowed down at you. Impatience radiated from their lithe forms as their sharp claws dug slightly into your flesh.

Right, how could you forget about these two?

Reaching out a hand, you nuzzled Ran’s perked ear with a small apologetic smile. “Hey, I didn’t know you two got back from your playdate… H-how was it?” An answer was what you sought after yet all you received was those very claws ripping your top apart, exposing the baby blue lace bra underneath that caused you to gasp in horror. All those days of having them put under training by professionals and they do this?! “What the fuck—that costs a lot—hey!”

“Making us wait, what a bad owner you are,” Rindou growled, assisting his older brother in haphazardly getting you out of your attire albeit your commands for them to stop. “What’s more important than us, huh?”

“Even ignoring us when you came in.” Clicking his tongue, Ran hooked his finger on your denim skirt, tugging it down. “What a bad, bad owner.”

Mentally mourning the torn top and denim skirt that was about to be the next victim, you couldn’t help but sigh at their words ringing with truth. You did ask for a puppyboy or maybe a catgirl would’ve been better than to have these two menaces. But, you were still to blame for biting more than you can chew. Begging your father to buy you a rare hybrid to boast to your friends in high school, you didn’t expect a huge cage to arrive the next day that contained black panther hybrids in it. What’s more, you merely asked for one. Instead, you got two naughty big cats ruining your room and chewing on things the first day they came.

Returning the younger one was what you had in mind. Rindou was seen as a runt the first time. Ran, on the other hand, was pretty tall and wasn’t much of a hassle to take care of, unlike his fussy brother. But, the previous caretakers made a specific note not to separate the two. Figuring the damage on your shoes was done, you decided to keep the brothers until they grew up into the magnificent hybrids they are today.

Exuding strength and agility, Rindou’s development was fascinating to watch as he grew. Ran was the same, yet instead of developing more muscle from all the running, his growth was more centered on his height. The two brothers then used it to their advantage to get their way—which occurs most of the time by pinning you down and overpowering you until submission.

Heats were the worst, leaving you squeezed dry on the mattress, hole oozing with fertile cum. Marks all over your skin that they lick in quiet apology once it was over.

Looking back, you could say they have improved from the rowdy duo they once were. Still, both brothers were always up to no good when boredom strikes and you ignore them—a dangerous thing to happen a few days before their heat comes again. Unfortunately for you, it is about to happen again.

“What a disgusting owner you are, drooling like a bitch in heat.” Rindou chuckled breathlessly into your ear, groaning at your warm walls clenching around his thick cock that was leaking with pre-cum earlier while tearing the last bit of clothing off of you. The leather collar around the younger brother’s neck was brushing against your nape whenever you sank back onto his girth, stifling your whimpers. “Such a dirty slut, don’t you agree brother?”

Your fingernails dug into Ran’s arms while the older brother teased your clit, drunk on the image of Rindou’s cock splitting your folds apart. Canines glinting when he smiles down at you in faux sympathy, finding enjoyment at your begging.

“I agree, fuck, but a good slut. Taking us real good.” Ran laughed lightly, pressing his palm on your stomach that had you widening your eyes at the pressure. The feeling of Rindou splitting your gummy walls, hitting that sweet spot over and over with every thrust already had you reeling. A bulge on your lower abdomen visible to the naked eye. “Gonna carry our cubs, huh? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Want to take us both? Have us cumming into that tight pussy—you like that, don’t you?”

“P-please! Ah—fuck—no more! It’ll be too much!” You sobbed, another orgasm about to wreck through your body whenever Rindou’s mushroom tip hit your cervix. A sadistic gleam in Ran’s violet hues knew you were fucked, his lips drowning your cacophonous moans while lining up his red tip against your entrance where Rindou was still buried inside deeply. “Shit, I c-can’t—”

“Oh, yes you can. You can take us both, I know you can.” Seeing you shake your head, he huffed. “Don’t be such a fucking brat,” Ran muttered, slowly sinking his tip in. The walls of your pussy stretch wider to accommodate both of them, resulting in you screaming into the air before Rindou muffled your mouth with his fingers. It was painful but damn good. Both rigid and fat cocks bullying their way into your spasming cunt that you were sure to pass out in the blinding bliss they had you experience. The agonizing and stinging pain of being stretched proved to be a distraction to Rindou’s sharp canines claiming your neck, close to drawing blood while Ran continued to fuck into your searing heat.

Rindou was the first to cum, filling your cunt with his hot seed. His older brother then followed after thrusting more into you, careful not to spill out more of Rindou’s semen before cumming straight into your womb. Tongue out and drool at the corner of your lips, you felt your soul about to leave your body as your whole form twitched and shivered in the wake of your climax.

“Such a good owner.” Rindou purred, running his fingers gently through your slightly sweaty hair. “You’ll give us cubs, won’t you? Be such a good mate—a good mommy.”

And as you lay there in their arms, unaware of the knocking on your bedroom door and the help peering in to inform you about the arrival of the brothers’ trainer, Ran and Rindou merely glared at her to go away. Promising bloodshed behind those vivid purple hues, sharp claws that would certainly strike to kill when provoked. You were then unsure whether you were truly behind the reigns in this relationship or you were made to be the chew toy all along.

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SHOWTIME! | haitani r.

haitani rindou x fem!reader ft. haitani ran, sanzu haruchiyo, kokonoi hajime, kakucho, akashi takeomi, sano manjiro

summary: you pushed your boyfriend just a bit too far while he was trying to stream a game with his friends

warnings: fem!reader, college au, mean dom!rindou, exhibitionism (can hear, not see), oral (f->m), rough sex, unprotected sex, brief manhandling, humiliation, slight impact play, implied masturbation (m), pet names (princess, pretty girl)

wordcount: 4.2k

notes: for @spookygeto's streamer collab

It’d been hours, you were sure of it, and you couldn’t bear it any longer. He swore--he swore--that he wouldn’t be on long, that he would actually spend time with you and you knew you shouldn’t have believed him. It was never just one match when Rindou got on with his stupid fucking friends but every time you naively held out hope.

Sighing from where you were leaning against the doorframe, you watched Rindou’s fingers fly across his keyboard, his gaze trained on the computer and headphones blocking out any sound other than the game and his friends.

Your eyes flickered over to the computer, noting the fact that he was streaming but his camera was turned off, as per usual. Sometimes, it amazed you how many fangirls your boyfriend had for being a streamer that never showed his face online but you supposed it was understandable, Rindou had an attractive voice, you would be the first to admit that.

You wandered over to his desk quietly, his eyes flickered up to the mirror he had above his computer, meeting yours briefly. He raised his eyebrows, questioning you, you pouted as you drew closer--pouting harder when he turned his attention back toward the game.

Kneeling next to him, you pressed your cheek against his thigh and looked up at him, “You’re so pretty, Rin,” you said softly as to not have your voice picked up by his mic, eyes trained on his pretty purple ones, watching the reflection of his game in his irises, watching the way his pretty purple and black hair strayed in his face.

Rindou looked down at you briefly, a small smile tugging at his lips for a moment before you heard Sanzu Haruchiyo shriek something through his headphones and he tore his gaze off of you and back toward the computer.

You pouted as he redirected his attention back toward the game, laughing at whatever was going on. Sighing you rested your head back down against his leg, cheek smushed against his thigh as you looked up at him through your lashes, hating the way he didn’t even spare you a second look.

You should just go, you told yourself, an unwelcome feeling stirring in your chest at the genuine smile spread across Rindou’s face as he talked with his friends.

He promised you time, another voice argued, take your promised time if he won’t give it to you freely.

Your eyes drifted to Rindou’s sweatpants, eyes focusing in on the outline of cock through the gray material, gaze shooting back up to where his eyes were following the movements on the screen rapidly, not sparing you any attention.

While his concentration was entirely on the game, you shifted under the desk and between his legs, movements going unnoticed. You tapped his thigh, watching as Rindou’s brow furrowed in confusion as he absently lifted his hips off of the chair, tongue darting out as his fingers tapped furiously at his keyboard.

Dumbass, you thought to yourself, albeit fondly, as you slipped his sweats down to his thighs. Rindou hadn’t even realized what you had done until you freed his cock from his boxers and he inhaled at the feeling of the cool air against it.

His gaze tore from the game and darted down to where you were kneeling in between his legs, fingers ghosting the length of his cock. His eyes were dark with warning as he watched you, hissing as your hand wrapped firmly around his cock, pumping it twice before you brushed your thumb over the precum beading at his slit.

You watched him scramble to turn the microphone off on his headsets. “Keep your mic on,” you complained quietly, “or are you afraid you’re gonna be loud.”

“Not right now,” he muttered and you could see the veins of his forearms bulging as his entire body tensed as you leaned in to lick at the precum leaking down his tip. Voice strangled, he said, “We finally dragged fuckin’ Mikey away from that other group he plays with, we gotta focus on this match.”

“Then focus,” you told him quietly, leaning up to lick a stripe up the length of his cock, watching him let out a heavy breath as he tilted his head back, that stupid matching tattoo he got with his group of friends on broad display.

“OI! RINDOU, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? STOP FUCKING AROUND!” you heard one of his friends, Kokonoi Hajime, you recognized, shouting through his headsets and Rindou let out a low groan, shooting you a lidded glare before he turned his microphone back on, focusing back on the game albeit with shakier hands.

“Fuck off, Koko,” Rindou said roughly, “My girl came in, had to talk to her real quick.”

“Y/n’s there? Tell her I said hi,” Ran said immediately, his other friends echoing the sentiment. Rindou only glared down at you, you smiled from where you were leaning your cheek on his inner thigh, lazily pumping his cock.

Rindou took in a sharp breath as he set his gaze back on his computer screen and you leaned up on your knees, resting your elbows on his thighs as you took his tip into your mouth, sucking lightly and swirling your tongue around it. Rindou’s fingers faltered from where they were flying across his keyboard.

“Rindou, what the fuck?! How did you miss that?” you heard Sanzu shout and Rindou told him to go fuck himself. You smiled when you noticed one of his legs trembling. You pulled off of his tip with a soft pop, running your hands up his thighs and under his sweatshirt, nails tracing patterns on his abdomen. You watched as the muscle tensed under your touch, his body hunching in slightly and a grimace crossing his face as he shot you another irritated look.

You looked up at him, eyes wide. Tell me to stop and I will, you said silently. Understanding what you were getting across, Rindou only sneered at you, going back to his game.

You smiled.

One hand still lightly scratching the contours of the abdomen, your other drifted back to his upper thigh, bracing itself there as you leaned in to capture Rindou’s cock between your lips. Rindou hissed at the suddenness of the action. Shifting up more on your knees and forcing your throat to relax, you bobbed your head on his cock, inhaling deep through your nose as your lips brushed the base of his cock, desperately trying to stop yourself from gagging and making noise.

Rindou choked on his breath, coughing violently, and his cock twitched sharply in your mouth--tears stinging at your eyes as it stretched out your throat. Your nails dug into the skin of his thigh as you pulled halfway off his cock, tongue tracing up the vein on the underside of his cock, sucking hard at his tip cringing lightly at the salty taste of his precum before pulling off again and looking up at him.

You could hear a mesh of voices shouting at Rindou from his headphones but Rindou had his eyes squeezed shut and one hand clasped around his mouth, head tilted down. Haitani Rindou was good at a lot of things but controlling his reactions was not one of them. Haitani Rindou was loud and responsive in bed, and it was something that you appreciated a lot and he despised because no matter how hard he tried to shut himself up he couldn’t.

The glare he shot you was nothing short of lethal when he finally reopened his eyes and dropped his hand from his mouth, lavender eyes dark and hooded, lips pressed together tight and twisted down.

You smiled at him again, his glare darkened.

Leaning in, you placed wet kisses along the length of his cock, feeling his abdomen spasm underneath your hands at the action. Just as you were about to take his cock back into your mouth, one of his hands curled around your hair, dragging you up.

Your eyes widened in shock, watching as he leaned forward to press a few buttons on his keyboard, ending the stream and closing out of the game. You heard his friends screaming at him from his headphones, Sanzu being the loudest but Rindou only spit a few curses at them as he dragged you rather harshly over to his bed.

“Rindou,” you said, wincing at the painful grip on your hair but he only flattened his other palm against your back and shoved you face-first down onto his bed. Before you could try to push yourself onto your knees, Rindou was straddling your back, pulling your head up and forcing something over your ears.

“Rindou, what the fuck is going on?” you heard Sanzu spit directly in your ears.

“Dude, why did you disconnect? We’re getting fucked,” Kakucho asked.

“Come on, man, are you shitting us right now? We just fucking lost, you know how long it took us to get Mikey to play?” Kokonoi complained.

Rindou leaned in close to the microphone, chest flush against your back and cock pressed against your ass, “My girl wanted to play a different game, you should be thanking me for the front row seat, assholes,” he said lowly, and you turned your head to look at your boyfriend, eyes wide as the others on the call quieted down.

“Rin-” you began, voice wavering as he leaned back on his heels, shifting off of you.

“Thought you wanted the mic on,” Rindou spat, dragging you closer to him, grip bruising around your thighs. Distantly, you could hear his friends mocking you through the headset but all you could focus on was Rindou, “Made us lose the match, least you can do is give ‘em a show, yeah?”

“Yeah, give us a show, y/n-chan,” you heard Sanzu jeer into your ear from the headset.

“Mm, let us hear you, pretty girl,” Ran cooed, “Wanna hear how good Rinrin can fuck you, bet I can do it better.”

You inhaled sharply as you felt Rindou tug your shorts down harshly, looking back at him nervously because he wasn’t really about to fuck you with all of his friends and his brother listening, was he?

Tell me to stop and I will, the same mocking look you had sent him before was now directed your way and you could only glare at him. He didn’t back out, so you wouldn’t either.

“You hear that?” Kokonoi Hajime cooed, “Thinks she likes the sound of that, maybe Rindou doesn’t fuck his bitch good enough.”

“Koko,” Kakucho warned but he was cut off by Ran’s loud laughter.

“Is that it, princess? Need me to teach my little brother how to fuck you? Want me to make him watch as I split you open on my cock, hm?” Ran’s voice was cruel, mocking, tears sprung to your eyes.

“N-No,” you said, “No, I-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Rindou said from behind you and you gasped when you felt his fingers slip between your folds to press at your entrance, smearing your slick around messily, “Don’t fuckin’ talk to them 'less I tell you to.”

You shut your mouth immediately even as Rindou’s friends started mocking you and you weren’t sure if wanted to cry or if you wanted Rindou to just hurry up and fuck you. You felt pathetic because while you listened to his friends make fun of you for ‘at least being an obedient slut’ you couldn’t stop the heat that was pooling dangerously fast in your lower abdomen.

You wanted to throw up--you shouldn’t be getting turned on from this. You shouldn’t and you knew damn well that Rindou was going to notice and when he did-

“There’s no fuckin’ way you’re actually turned on by this,” Rindou sneered, as if on cue, and you whimpered, humiliation spreading through you as his friends burst into laughter, sharp in your ears. Your eyes blurred with tears as Rindou grabbed your waist to pull you up to your hands and knees in front of him and you let out a shaky breath when you felt his tip nudge against your cunt, slipping against your wet folds. “You fuckin’ are, you like that they’re listening, don’t you? Want them to hear you actin’ like a fuckin’ whore? Maybe I should turn the video on for them too, yeah?”

“N-N-oh-” you couldn’t even finish the protest as Rindou’s hands found themselves in a bruising grip on your hips, fingers digging hard into your skin as he pushed into you without warning, an obscene moan escaping your lips when you felt his cock stretching out your walls, slipping into you almost easily without any prep just from how turned on you were.

Keyword, almost. You grit your teeth as discomfort spread through you, the stretch a strange mixture of pleasure and pain that was unfamiliar to you because Rindou never fucked you without making you cum twice on his tongue and twice on his fingers at least.

It burned and you couldn’t tell if it was in a good way or a bad way because your thoughts were jumbled not only from the feeling of Rindou’s cock splitting you open but also because of his friends’ voices piercing your ears.

“Jesus fucking christ, sounds like a fuckin’ pornstar,” you couldn’t tell who had spoken--Kokonoi, maybe? Takeomi? Yeah, Takeomi.

“Fucks like one too,” that was Ran, “Rindou accidentally sent me a video of them once when tryna send one he took of some guy hacking in the game.”

“Nah man, why the fuck is Rindou the first of us to get a girl? There’s something fundamentally wrong with that, when is it my turn?” That was Kokonoi, you realized.

You whimpered as you felt Rindou draw his hips back, you could feel each and every inch of his cock pressing against your cunt, each vein molding itself into your walls. And you tried, you tried to brace yourself, tried to hold back the moan bubbling in your chest because you knew the microphone connecting you to his friends was right next to your lips but you couldn’t.

Your arms trembled against the bed in anticipation, abdomen and legs tensing and pussy aching at the empty feeling left behind by Rindou’s cock as his tip once again nudged at your opening. But he wasn’t moving, he wasn’t moving and you were sure it was about to be what pushed you to tears rather than all of his friends making fun of you in your ear.

“Rin-” you began taking in a shuddered breath when you heard Sanzu Haruchiyo mock your call of your boyfriend’s name instantly. Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, for a moment you hated Rindou. You hated him for making him wear his headphones while his friends were on a call, you hated him for drawing this out when he knew what you wanted and you hated-

Any thought that might’ve been running through your head fizzled away as Rindou bucked his hips into you, a loud cry of his name tearing from your lips silencing all of the boys on the other end of the voice chat. Your arms gave out as Rindou pulled his hips back, snapping them back into you at an almost painful pace--dropping to your elbows as Rindou’s fingers dug deep into the skin of your hips and ass, dragging you back and fucking you onto him as he thrust up into you, hitting you so deep inside that it almost hurt, you swore his tip was brushing your cervix.

You could barely even hear Rindou’s friends in your ears over the sloppy sound of your boyfriend’s cock dragging in and out of your sopping wet cunt, over the filthy sound of skin on skin, over Rindou’s low groans and your piercing, broken moans that were cut off each time Rindou drove his hips into you.

“Holy fuckin shit-”

“... fucking hot, Rindou’s gotta shar-”

“-ucho actin' all holier-than-thou, we all know you’re fuckin’ your fist too.”

“Rindou,” you sobbed, fisting the sheets next to you, “feels s’good, Rin, feels s’good, feels-”

Another high-pitched moan tore from your lips as Rindou brought his hand down on your right ass cheek, the sound ringing throughout the air. That very same hand slid up your body to wrap around your hair, pulling you right off of the mattress, back arched almost painfully but you couldn’t even feel it over the numbing feeling of Rindou’s cock fucking so deep into you.

“Tell them that,” Rindou groaned but his words went in one ear and out the other until his grip tightened, “Tell them.”

“C’mon, princess,” Ran cooed, “tell us how my baby brother’s makin’ you feel, yeah?”

“Makin me feel s’good,” the words slipped from your lips before you could stop them, half a slur as your head started going fuzzy from all of the stimulation, “he’s makin’ me feel s’good, Ran.”

“Oh, fuck-” Ran groaned just as Rindou brought another hand down on your ass, making you cry out again.

“Don’t say his fuckin’ name,” Rindou spit out viciously, “Say it again and I’m not gonna let you finish.”

“Sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry,” you sobbed, but you weren’t even sure if the words were coming out as you intended and you weren’t even sure what Rindou was telling you, everything felt too hot and you couldn’t even hear yourself over the headphones and the sounds of Rindou driving himself into you over and over and over again.

“Keep going,” Rindou said after a moment and

You hiccuped over your breath, “R-Rin makes me feel s’good, n he’s so big, he’s so bi-ig,” god you should be embarrassed, you knew you would be whenever you came back to but you were too fucked out on your boyfriend’s cock to care, “makes me feel the best, makes me fe-”

“Bet I could make you feel even better, pretty,” Sanzu interrupted you, “Should convince your lil boyfriend to let-”

“No!” you said, “N’you can’t, Rin makes me feel the best, Haru-”

You weren’t even able to finish his name, cut off by another gasp and resounding smack as Rindou slapped your ass again, “What the fuck did I just tell you?” he seethed, but you could barely hear him over the near-pornographic moan of Sanzu Haruchiyo ringing through your ear.

Oh god, did he just cu-

Rindou’s grip on your hair tightened, your mind going blank as he drove his cock deep into you again, his free hand slipping from his harsh hold on your hip to rub at your clit, your lips parted in a silent moan as you felt him tug lightly at your clit, body spasming at the action. Letting go of your hair, Rindou brought his other hand back to your waist so he could fuck you faster, harder, at a brutal pace that had you crying out with each thrust, that had your mind half-dazed and your jaw slack.

Your upper body dropped limp against the bed without Rindou holding you up, cheek flush against the mattress and eyes rolling back as Rindou dragged your body back to meet him for every thrust, fingers playing with your clit like one of his stupid games. His name left your lips in a mantra, a series of nonstop high-pitch chants, his name was the only intelligible thought running through your head as he brought you closer and closer to your high.

“Fuck, sounds-”

You were gonna cum, you could feel it-

“... nzu came all over-”

But you can’t, are you really gonna let them all hear?

“...f your brother doesn’t let us hit, I swear-”

Heat spread through your body fast, too fast, you couldn’t fucking control it--you couldn’t even tell if it was from pleasure or humiliation as your pants and cries of Rindou’s name grew louder and louder.

“...so fuckin’ hot-”

Desperately, you tried to slap your hand over your mouth but Rindou grabbed it before you could try to muffle the noise, you sobbed, head almost feeling like it was floating from how close you were from being pushed over the edge.

“-n’t believe Rindou-”

They’d never let you live this down, you had to see most of them every day, how would you be able to look them in the eyes-

“Princess, convince your boyf-”

Rindou leaned over you, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he rolled his hips slow into, hitting impossibly deeper, “Hurry the fuck up ‘n cum.”

Your entire body trembled as Rindou flicked your clit hard, grinding his hips deep into you as he attached his lips to the back of your neck, sucking deep bruises down your spine and moaning shamelessly against your skin as your walls spasmed around him. A piercing moan of his name left from your lips as you felt your high wash over you, nails ripping into the bedsheets and body tensing. You could feel Rindou’s hips stutter and still against you as he came deep inside you and you felt full, too full, too hot, it was all just too much.

“Fuck,” you couldn’t even tell who was speaking as your body fell limp to the bed, mind hazy and fuzzy--Rindou was saying something to you, you could see his lips moving from the corner of your eye but you couldn’t tell what he was saying over the combined sound of his friends loud in your ears and the blood rushing to your head, body shuddering in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Hey, Mikey,” you heard Ran laugh as Rindou reached to take off the headphones, “Bet this is better than your other little group you play with, yeah?”

Everything went eerily quiet once he pulled the headphones off, the only sound in the room was your own heavy pants as you tried to catch your breath and Rindou murmuring something to his friends before wandering over to his computer.

Distantly, you wondered if he really had the audacity to go back to playing his game after all of that, but you were proven wrong a few seconds later when he wandered back to your side, sitting on the bed next to you, headphones out of hand. He brushed your matted hair out of your face before leaning down to press his lips against your forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back, cupping your face gently.

You smiled, turning your face to the side to kiss the palm of his hand, he let out a soft breath, the irritated look in his lavender eyes long gone and replaced by a fonder one.

“Love you, y’know?” he murmured and you giggled, the irritated look returned momentarily before disappearing. Haitani Rindou was never the most affectionate man but he tried his best for you,

“Love you too, Rin,” you said, giving his palm another peck.

For a moment, the two of you just rested there, basking in each other’s presence and just as you were about to speak up, his computer began binging incessantly. His friends, you realized after a moment, realization slowly beginning to hit you over what just happened.

Rindou seemed to recognize your distress and his grip on your face tightened slightly, forcing you to look at him, “I’ll kill them if they bother you,” he said, and you knew he meant it from the dark look in his eyes, “Ran-”

Ran-

“Rindou accidentally sent me a video once-”

“Rin,” you said quietly, cutting him off mid-rant, “Ran said something-”

“Ran says a lot of things-”

“Something about a video of us,” you finished, watching his face go red almost immediately. Rindou launched to his feet instantly, moving away from you. You forced yourself to sit up, wincing at the soreness shooting through your body, “Rindou!”

“I don’t know what he’s talking about,” he spit out, refusing to look at you. You stared at him in disbelief, watching as he made a beeline for the bathroom, “Gonna run you a bath.”

“Rin-”

“Gonna run you a bath!” he repeated, louder, slamming the bathroom door behind him. You sighed as you heard the water running, flopping back down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Rin,” you called, knowing that he could hear you over the running water, “I’m gonna beat your ass.”

Rindou didn’t respond, and you tilted your head over to the side to look at his bathroom, watching as he opened the door and glared at you, “It was an accident.”

“An accident?” you demanded.

“I thought I was sending something else,” he snapped, “It’s not my fault my phone spazzed.”

“I’m gonna fuckin' kill you, Rin.”

“You can’t even walk on your own right now, good luck.”

“RINDOU!”

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★ PAIRING  : BONTEN!MIKEY + FEM!READER

★ WARNINGS  : 18+, baby trapping, noncon breeding, mentions of self harm, implied stalking, all characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned

★ SUMMUARY :  you are the light of his life and the fire of his loins, he has to make sure that you'll never leave. How could he let the only thing keeping him alive go?

⊹ .˚  MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Mikeyy.." you sighed holding his hand tighter as rock his hips in a wave-like motion into yours, you looked so beautiful on the pink silk sheets, sobbing for his cock once pretty makeup now all messy and running down your cheeks. Such an angel.

You are mikey's everything

You are light in the darkness of his tragic life

Mikey never thought he would meet someone who could make him feel the way you do, he felt dead without you. The only way he could feel something was by the blade of the knife he carries around on his sensitive and Touch starved skin.

But now that you are here and are taking care of him, makes him feel happy, he hasn't felt like that in a long, long time. Not after his brother and friends died, you know what a tragic life Mikey had behind him, so you made it your goal in life to at least try to keep him away from all the bad stuff he surrounds himself with.

Just because of you Mikey stopped smoking or doing drugs, at least when he was with you, he still smoked a little, but you understand that addictions are hard to get rid of.

"What is it, angel.." he kissed your temples as he too gripped your hand tighter at how tight your perfect pussy is "please f-faster- f-feels so good" you moaned against his lips, Mikey immediately kissed you and picked up the pace of his hips.

Mikey is in love with you, he wants to marry you and have a family. But the thing is, you just wanted to be friends with him..who sometimes just have really good sex.

But Mikey took that the wrong way, even though you have told him your intentions. Mikey just ignored it, thinking you just don't want to marry one of the most wanted gangsters in Tokyo.

But you don't understand, he would quit all of this if you just agreed to give him your everything, your mind, your heart, soul, and body. That's all he's asking for.

"So pretty..fuck.." Mikey lowly groaned as he kept strong eye contact with you, that when you tried to look away he just grabbed your face to make you look at him again.

"H-haaah!" You cutely whined as Mikey's long cock fucked you into the mattress, making the bed squeak and the metal bars hit the wall behind it.

Mikey suddenly started to speed up even more and pressed your thighs against your chest, making his cock bully your cervix with every thrust.

Mikey knew what he had to do, it hit him like a train. He has to impregnate you, you have no choice but to stay with him. And if you would get rid of it he would just fuck another one into you, he doesn't care about anything but you.

You're the first thing he thinks of when he wakes up and the last thing when he goes to sleep.

He needs you to stay with him, and he will do whatever it takes to make you stay.

"MIK-AHH!" you suddenly choked out as he kept hitting your sweet Spot, making your toes curl and your back arch off of the sheets.

Mikey knew how to impregnate people to make sure they're 100% pregnant, he looked it up just in case you would give yourself to him, but now he just has to force you.

Mikey needed to make you cum multiple times before he cums inside you, and Mikey knows for a fact that you're not on birth control, you don't really think you're not being watched by him when you're alone, right?

You all of a sudden started to convulse around him and then your pretty eyes rolled back into your head as your mouth was wide open, so Mikey just took that opportunity to kiss you and lick your sweet tongue.

"Aww..did you cum, baby?" Mikey huffed as he tried to not slow down or cum, which was hard.

You just dumbly nodded still same facial expression but more pained as you noticed he didn't stop pounding into you after you came, the overstimulation just made you dig your sharp nails into his forearm and back before you came once again.

This was mikey's chance, he can cum and breed soon to be his womb now.

"Shit..m' gonna cum, angel..gonna let me cum inside right?" Your eyes filled with tears and you started shaking your head while trying to get him off you but to no avail, you were too weak and Mikey was still flexing every muscle in his body.

You couldn't say anything because he just kept hitting the spot that made you cream on his cock.

Your pussy involuntarily clenched down on him and Mikey took this as a yes.

"Gonna fuck a baby into you, over and over again—fuck!" Mikey groaned as his aching cock finally let the thick and hot Fluid flood your pussy, it was so much, it was so warm.

You hated it

You didn't want this

You wanted mikey to stop

But he didn't, he won't, he couldn't Not until he is sure you are pregnant even if he wanted to, he couldn't help this animalistic feeling of how your pussy kept sucking him in, you're gonna keep on being a good girl and milk his cock dry and stay with him forever.

"just the tip!"

pairing: hanemiya kazutora x fem!reader

cw: nsfw, dom reader, sub kazutora, virginity loss, praise, usage of "just the tip" trope (it's never just the tip), teasing, kinda soft actually– they're in love. pls tell me if i missed smth

word count: 1.1k

note: i have no idea what possessed me when i wrote this bc this was supposed to be one paragraph but ig that's what being horny for kazu does to ppl

kazutora is still a bit shy when you two mess around because he's so inexperienced and you're his first girlfriend. as much as he just wants to lose his virginity– considering he's already in his mid-twenties– you both decide to take things slow as to not overwhelm him since there's so many experiences to catch up on. however both of you kind of regret making this choice because it's been a few months into your relationship already and you still haven't fucked.

both of you know at this point you're just desperate for each other so you try to initiate finally getting properly dicked down by coaxing him with the classic "we can just put in the tip, it doesn't count if it's just the tip!!" and of course kazutora agrees, maybe a little too eager.

so that's how you got into the current position of you straddling the long-haired man under you and carefully maneuvering his pretty dick to the place you need him most right now. "just the tip," you reassure him, kazutora nodding in agreement with half-lidded eyes. both of you are painfully aware that just the tip isn't what either of you actually want at this moment but there's no harm in taking things slow, right?

you rub him against your folds, already gushing just at the thought of your pretty boyfriend under you trusting you enough to let you take complete control over the situation. slowly you sink down on his length just a little, pushing the head past the entrance of your pussy. he moaned at the feeling of his tip being stimulated.

"f-feels good," he gasps, giving you the encouragement of pulling away again only to push the small portion of his cock back inside of you.

you hummed at the slight stimulation the motion caused you. it was far from enough to satisfy you but you were determined to take it as slow as you are able to for kazu. "yeah? i'm glad baby," you replied, pulling his cock back out and going back to sliding it in between your folds.

he tips his head back at the feeling of your pussy lips wrapped around him, moaning away as you watch his face contort in pleasure. sighing shakily, you pushed his tip in and out of you again, this time a bit faster. "you look so cute right now kazu," you told him with a slight moan. the arousal not really being caused by the movements but by your boyfriend's sweet reactions. he truly is pleasured by the smallest of actions you do. you're not sure if that's still caused by him being a virgin– because by now you two got up to lots of other sexual activities together– so you settled on the explanation of him simply being so in love with you that anything you do excites him. you giggle at the thought and take one hand off of his dick to brush his hair back from where it landed through him thrashing his head into the pillow under his head.

after a few more minutes of basically torture for you because the motions did nothing but tease you to no end, you leaned down to press your chest against his. noticing the twitching of his dick at that you smile down at him, pressing a kiss to his soft lips. he responds just as desperately but is interrupted by a sudden gasp leaving his lips as he feels you sink down on his length and bottoming out slowly while holding eye-contact with him.

his eyes widen and he can't let out anything other than a loud moan at the foreign feeling of your pussy tightly wrapped around him.

"oops!" you exclaim with fake surprise, "how did that happen?"

kazutora finally calmed down from the initial pleasant shock. he almost cummed immediately the second you took him inside of you. he knew it wasn't an accident, but he can't find it in himself to care even a little bit.

you were aware of the fact that he wanted this just as badly as you did but still couldn't help but ask "is this okay?"

"god yes," he gasped out. "can you please..you know," he tried to tell you how he wanted nothing more than for you to finally just do something- because now this was torture to him, you just sitting on his dick staring at him so intently.

"no i don't? what do you want baby?" you tilted your head, teasing him a little just because it's fun to watch him stumble with his words around you in these situations.

"want you to move please," he whined out, not looking into your eyes.

"you want me to fuck you?" you blatantly asked. "because that's what we're doing right now. the real deal, you know?" watching him squirm at the thought.

he nodded his head. "please," he whispered out, feeling your walls tighten around him as the word leaves his mouth.

you slowly started moving upwards again, almost pulling out before pushing your hips back down. continuing the movements, slowly increasing in tempo and finding a pleasant rhythm that satisfies both of you. never looking away from his face you watch as kazutora slowly loses himself to the feeling of having your pussy tighten around his cock. the real deal. both of you moaned away at finally making it to this point, not regretting taking it slow after all, because it made this all the more exciting as built up desperation finally meets its end.

however this also results in both of you getting closer and closer to finishing already. you're not surprised when you notice kazutora's breathing getting heavier and heavier and feel his cock twitching inside of you. speeding up a little you lean down to kiss him again, "you're doing so well baby, just let go i got you," you say while panting a little. his pleasure is the priority today.

"thank you thank you thank you," he mutters out quietly, eyes shut tightly as he moans out your name over and over again.

you watch him tip over the edge and let go completely while you keep riding his dick through his high. pressing kisses all over his face and body you slow down to a halt, letting him calm down a little, "i love you so much baby, you did great."

he's staring at you with hearts in his eyes. "love you too," he pants "so so much."

"enough for me to keep going 'til i cum too?" you ask drawing patterns on his chest with your finger. you know he's spent but you also know he would do anything to please you and if that means pushing himself through overstimulation, then so be it.

nodding eagerly, that's exactly what he does. letting you use his body until you join him in euphoria. and he wouldn't have it any other way.

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Just Friends

SUMMARY: Mikey and Izana heard you’re going out with someone else. Of course, the two men vying for your love had been gently courting you, intent on stealing your heart. So why else would you go out of your way to talk to other men, allowing them to flirt with you when you already had two perfectly willing and able 'friends' waiting to upgrade to 'boyfriend' territory? They decide it’s time to set aside their differences in order to make you theirs.

Warnings: kidnapping, yandere, jealousy, praise, dubious consent, blowjobs, spitroasting, vaginal fingering, double vaginal penetration, creampie

Pairing: Mikey x AFAB!Reader x Izana WC: 4.1k

Mikey and Izana sat opposite from one another at the cafe, their arms crossed, their gazes fixed on each other. When Izana contacted Mikey and proposed they meet up to 'resolve their issues,' the younger man was taken aback to discover Izana waiting for him, patient, silent, and solemn. He'd previously ordered his favorite coffee for the black-haired man, as well as something for them to eat on, which the waitress had just placed on the table between them. The seconds ticked by silently, until eventually, Izana hummed and set his cup down, “I’ll get straight to the point then, shall I? You must be wondering why I’ve asked you to join me for this little tete-a-tete,” Mikey grumbled irritably at Izana’s words but nodded, but otherwise remained quiet, waiting for Izana to get on with what he intended to say, “I’ve recently been made aware that my- our darling Y/N seems to have attained a new suitor,” Izana watched as Mikey’s jaw clenched, his back straightening as he realised the gravity of the situation now before both men.

They'd both been head over heels in love with you since the first time they saw you. You were a newcomer at the time. You had befriended Mikey, a martial arts instructor at the time, and had been introduced to the rest of his friend group, at which point you had unintentionally created competition between Mikey and his semi-frenemy stepbrother, Izana. You were a positive force with a happy-go-lucky personality that was almost irresistible to the two guys who had fallen head over heels in love with you They knew you liked them both - as friends - since you preferred to hang out with Mikey or Izana above anybody else in your little group of friends. Of course, the two men vying for your love had been gently courting you, intent on stealing your heart and making you theirs, both to keep you for themselves and to rub success in the other's face. However, you were either too harsh to reject them directly, or you were simply too young to understand Mikey and Izana's genuine love for you. Why else would you go out of your way to talk to other men, allowing them to flirt with you when you already had two perfectly willing and able 'friends' waiting to upgrade to 'boyfriend' territory?

They'd both been head over heels in love with you since the first time they saw you. You were a newcomer at the time. You had befriended Mikey, a martial arts instructor at the time, and had been introduced to the rest of the friend group, at which point you had unintentionally created competition between Mikey and his semi frenemy stepbrother, Izana. You were a positive force with a happy-go-lucky personality that was almost irresistible to the two guys who had fallen head over heels in love with you They knew you liked them both - as friends - since you preferred to hang out with Mikey or Izana above anybody else in your little group of friends. Of course, the two men vying for your love had been gently courting you, intent on stealing your heart and making you theirs, both to keep you for themselves and to rub success in the other's face. However, you were either too harsh to reject them directly, or you were simply too young to understand Mikey and Izana's genuine love for you.Why else would you go out of your way to talk to other men, allowing them to flirt with you when you already had two perfectly willing and able 'friends' waiting to upgrade to 'boyfriend' territory?

“Mikey, please sit down and calm yourself; we can't have you going wild with rage and dark impulses when we have no idea who this other person is,” When Mikey stood up, Izana became enraged and began pacing violently around the table, irritated by the attention they were receiving from the other café visitors. Mikey gave Izana a sidelong glance, but the older man simply waved him to take a seat, which he did unwillingly. When Mikey continued to bounce his leg instead, the table and chair vibrated faintly, but Izana ignored it in favor of leaning forward, his lilac eyes nearly sparkling with desire. “I've devised a strategy for making Y/N ours, but I'll need you to agree to cooperate with me. I don't care for you, but I know you'd never damage our darling, and I'm sure you know I'm your best bet as well. Are you up for it?” Mikey agreed without hesitation, to to Izana's delight, the black-haired and bleach blonde men leaning in closer as they started whispering the plan to one another, progressively coming up with the ideal sequence of events that would put you right in their lap. After everyone agreed to the plan, they completed their drinks and ate their meals before going their own ways to finish their tasks in preparation for the appointed time.

As you gently open your eyes to a dimly lit room, the last flickers of unsettling visions swirl together in a heavy soup, your head aches. As you try to turn over and go back to sleep, the absence of light calms the agony that continues lancing through your brain, and a groan of discomfort escapes your throat. The feeling of a pair of arms around your waist has you smiling softly, the memories from the night before - your date with the cute guy who’d been flirting with you for weeks, coming home, the kiss in the rain, Mikey punching the lights out of him-

… wait a fucking second.

As you try to tear free from the arms wrapped around your middle, you inhale sharply and your eyes spring wide. As you try to break free from your newfound anxiety, they tightened around you, a gentle voice whispering quietly in your ear, “Hmmm, settle down, love, it’s just me,” Mikey’s sleepy voice whispers in your ear, distracting you from the fear that fills your chest. When you open your mouth to ask the black-haired man a worried question, your eyes are drawn to activity in front of you. You gasp in surprise as you turn around to see Izana seated in an overstuffed armchair in front of you, his lilac gaze periodically flickering up to intensely examine you and Mikey. The man behind you pouted and nuzzled his face into the back of your neck, his warm breath caressing over your skin and sending shivers up your spine as he noticed your attention. “Awww, c’mon baby, why are you only paying attention to Izana? It’s not fair you know - we both worked so hard together to get you here," Another shudder went through you, this time fearful, and you swiftly whipped your head around, your body straining in Mikey's grip as you tried to flee.

“W-what the hell are you talking about, Mikey?! Why am I here - where’s-” When you noticed your friend's onyx eyes had a suspiciously sinister look to it, you gulped hard, fear flowing out of you. You paused in your queries, knowing that something in the back of your mind was telling you not to inquire where or how your date was, especially given how firmly Mikey was holding you and the memories that flashed through your mind every now and again, “What am I doing here? Why did you bring me - where are we?” You asked instead, your panic and worry beginning to overwhelm you. You flinched when you heard the sharp snap of Izana getting out of his chair and stretching languidly like a cat. The frightening sensation of being imprisoned by your friends, like a mouse caught between the paws of two very huge and very hungry cats, was heightened by Izana's nonchalant movement and Mikey's relentless squeeze against your back. Despite the fact that you knew Mikey and Izana would never hurt a single hair on your head, a terrified moan forced itself from your throat before you could stop it, tears stinging painfully at the corners of your eyes as your chest rose and fell rapidly. “Please… please tell me what’s going on!”

Izana sauntering over to you and Mikey on the bed, the slender man crawling onto the mattress and causing it to dip beneath his weight, delicately shuffling your squirming figure. The tan man reaching down to pull you into a kiss with a warm, soft palm cupping your cheek and pulling your face up and towards him. You gasped in surprise, allowing him easy access to your mouth, oblivious to Mikey's gaze as Izana received your 'first' kiss. Though, the black-haired man didn’t pout for long, as he slowly slid his hands down your front, biting his full lower lip as his fingers brushed over the warm sliver of skin the shirt - that they’d dressed you in once they got you home - didn’t hide before tugging the material up to slip his fingers under and up the smooth skin of your tummy instead. You shivered, distracted both by Izana’s tongue as it thrust into your mouth as Mikey’s hands moved up to your chest, his palms warm as he cupped your breasts in them. You whimpered and swallowed instinctively, unaware of the fun little aphrodisiac you’d just swallowed as Izana continued to kiss you, leaving you breathless and light-headed, “Hmmm, there we go, don’t worry sweetheart, that’s just a little thing to calm you down so we’ll all be able to have some fun together,” As he broke the kiss, Izana purred, his soft lips kissing their way down your neck and shoulders, where he proceeded to nip and suck deep bruises into your fragile skin. “We love you so much, Y/N, we just couldn’t stand back and let someone else steal you away from us.”

Your voice just came out as a whine as one of Mikey's hands moved down to cup between your knees, trying to push away the dizziness that has overtaken your feeble head since Izana kissed you. As a deep, urgent throb shook through your core, your thighs reflexively clinched and rubbed together, embarrassed by the sudden flow of passion that accompanied the action, especially when Mikey put constant pressure to your delicate mound, “That’s it, just relax and let us take care of you - hmmm, you smell so good, baby, so warm in my hands,” Mikey muttered sweetly into the back of your neck, his fingers sliding to squeeze and stroke your right breast, distracting you while Izana unbuckled his pants front and pulled his cock out. You whimpered as saliva pooled in your mouth, dizziness and dread racking your mind, and you were perplexed by the emotions that ran through your body even as Izana backed away, one of his hands sliding into your hair and humming leisurely as your head was dragged onto his lap, “Why don’t you be a good girl for us and open that pretty mouth, huh? We wanna make sure that every little inch of you belongs to us - don’t you want to be good and take Izana inside you?” You didn't know why, but you melted under Mikey's words, your lips slipping open mindlessly, tongue drooling between your lips. Izana smirked and took advantage of your mindless actions, satisfied that you seemed to be giving in to them as he slid the head of his cock into your mouth, shuddering with arousal when your warm spit coated the heated skin.

You mewled softly as the taste of Izana's cock entered your lips, arching your back as you sought to draw away from him, the arousal bubble that had clouded your judgment bursting as you realized why you were in this position. You wiggled in Mikey's grip, but the way his arms were wrapped around you made it impossible for you to move away from the two men – in fact, it appeared to push you to roll your hips back into Mikey's grip. You trembled as the thick length of his cock rubbed against your ass' cheeks, the sensation temporarily diverting you from the taste of Izana's dick in your mouth, but you were quickly reminded of it when you tasted his salty precum. Izana's hands gently held your head and encouraged you to bob up and down the length that fits in your mouth, and you let out a small moan that made both guys giggle and coo at you, “Hmmm, you look so pretty like this, with my cock in your mouth, sweetheart,” Izana cooed, his lilac gaze wandering your flushed face, watching hungrily as Mikey ripped your shirt from you before focusing on removing your pants, leaving you exposed to the two men as they continued to touch and toy with your body. When he pressed in a little too far, you gagged and he would allow you to pull back until only the tip remained in your mouth. Teary eyes looked up at him through your lashes, spit pooling in your mouth and slowly beginning to drip from the corners to make a mess of your lower face and chin.

“Hmmm, I bet her mouth feels great, doesn’t it, Izana?” Mikey rumbled in your ear, tugging down your panties and slipping two fingers between your surprisingly soaked folds, his lips twisting into a wide grin, “Oh? You’re already so wet for us, baby, I can feel you dripping all over my fingers. Such a good girl for us, you love what we’re doing to you, don’t you?” Mikey cooed, fluttering kisses all over your neck and shoulders, disregarding your brief objections as he spread your labia with his fingers and teased your clit with short, sharp circles. Your body's reactions caused the two men to cry your name in heated tandem as you spilled moisture at the movement, a low moan muffled by Izana's cock as he gently drove in your mouth, your body's reactions leading the two men to groan your name in heated tandem.

Mikey suddenly pressed the thick fingers he'd been caressing your clit with within your pussy, immediately adding a second when he felt how wet your inner walls were, “Hahh, fuck, you’re so wet, look at how easily you took my fingers, darling. Does sucking Izana off get you this hot and bothered? Hmm, if we knew this was how you’d react to being taken by us, we would’ve done this a long, long time ago,” Mikey chuckled breathlessly as he pressed more into your mouth, your tears spilling in your eyes slowly slipping down your cheeks to mix with the mess you were forming around Izana's cock, the pale blonde man laughed breathlessly as he pressed deeper into your mouth. Mikey hummed and proceeded to mutter dirty praise into your ears, spreading your legs with the hand not now working your cunt open so he could push and scissor his fingers inside your pussy more easily, anxious to feel your tight, dripping walls wrapped around his dick

You wanted to speed up what they were doing since you didn't know what else to do while caught between two guys you'd always considered your closest friends, while they used you to their hearts' content. You accomplished this by bobbing your head and sucking Izana properly, hoping to get them off and away from them while they rested, however your actions only appeared to encourage them to keep trying to show you how much they 'loved' you. “So perfect, you’re so perfect, I-we love you so much (Y/N),” Izana sighed, his head tipping back in bliss as Mikey stretched your inner walls by pressing a third finger into your dripping cunt, “You’re taking me so well, doing so good and letting Mikey work you open for the both of us. Hmm, we’re going to make you so full, going to claim your pretty body all for ourselves,” You shuddered with a mix of disgust and lust, embarrassed by your acts yet yearning for more of the praise and pleasure you were getting from Mikey and Izana.

Mikey's fingers tenderly scissored within you, his touch remarkably mild for a man with his throbbing cock nestled between your ass cheeks. You whimpered. You must have been so distracted by Izana thrusting into your mouth and trying to keep down your gag reflex that you hadn’t even noticed Mikey taking off his pants; the only reason you realised his dick was naked and rubbing against you was due to the pre-cum that left sticky trails over your skin, marking you primally as he continued to finger you. When you felt the coil in the pit of your belly tightening as your cunt dripped on Mikey's fingers, you knew you weren't going to endure much longer until your orgasm washed over you - especially when you started rocking your hips in time with his finger movements.

“Awww, just look at how eager you are, baby cake. You want us inside you so bad, don’t you?” Mikey crooned against the shell of your ear, delighted by your choked, muffled little whine and the absentminded way you nodded in response to his question, “Shh, don’t you worry, Y/N, you’re almost ready to take us - you’re such a good girl, so sweet and perfect, love you so, so much,” He panted against your neck, thrusting his hand several more times before pulling his fingers, groaning hotly when he saw how soaked your juices had left them, “Fuck, just look at how wet and messy she’s gotten, Izana,” Mikey practically growled as he extended his hand to his stepbrother, who halted in his thrusts to suck Mikey's fingers into his mouth.

In response to the motion, the younger guy made a quiet surprise sound, his sharp onyx stare darkening even more as he saw Izana clean his fingers of your secretions. You pulled off Izana's dick with a wet sound, coughing slightly as some of his pre-cum stuck to the back of your mouth. You were gasping for air, hoping to make one last run for freedom while Mikey and Izana were distracted - only for the two to change your position, forcing you to straddle Mikey's hips so Izana could fit between your legs. Two cocks stroked slickly across your labia, teasing your entrance and leaving sticky pre-cum marks on your skin, “Aren’t you just so lovely, Y/N? Just look at how easily our cocks slip over your pussy.. you want us inside you, filling your pretty cunt with our dicks, don’t you?” Mikey chuckled breathily, relishing the little whine you made in response to his teasing.

Your eyes went wide with slight panic as you watched Izana grip both his and Mikey’s length in one of his hands, shuffling closer on his knees to press the leaking tips between your labia, “Please…” You begged, voice catching in the back of your throat as you felt the two different heads prodding your entrance threateningly, a chill rushing down your spine when Izana smiled at you, leaning in to press sweet, gentle kisses over your mouth, cheeks and chin, “P-Please, Izana, Mikey… please…!” You couldn’t gather your thoughts enough to make a complete sentence, not that you had to with how easily Izana and Mikey held you. Mikey shifted his hands to grip your waist while Izana guided you to sit between them, cooing. Izana's lips slanting over yours in a heated, desperate kiss to try to cover your moans of tortured pleasure, they gently began to thrust into you.

The sensation was powerful, unlike anything you'd ever felt before, and you could feel your inner muscles contract firmly in an attempt to keep the two men out. Izana broke the kiss to mutter lovely praise against your lips, while Mikey purred his affection for you against your back, the black-haired man having moved to sit erect instead. It took several long, drawn out minutes before their cocks were buried inside your cunt to the hilt, the feeling of being filled and pinned between them causing small noises of discomfort to leave your swollen lips as you panted through the pressure. Your head throbbed and spun dizzily, your hands being held in one of Mikey’s behind your back when you tried to push against Izana’s chest a few moments earlier, leaving you unable to stop what was happening or attempt to defend yourself.

You were weak, pathetic, and so full with the two men who claimed to love you. You swore you were going to be ripped apart by them.

“Shhh, shhh, baby, just relax and let us take care of you,” Mikey murmured sweetly behind you, his and Izana’s hands holding onto your waist and hips as the two men used their combined strength to lift you until they were halfway out of you before pulling you back down roughly. You made a loud, almost ugly noise at the sensation, writhing and whining sweetly between them while they slowly began to fuck you, bouncing you on their laps as they cooed and praised you sweetly for taking them so well. You hated that it didn’t take long before whatever discomfort you felt melted away into pleasure, your whining turning into hiccupping moans of pleasure, babbling pleas falling from your lax lips like a waterfall as Izana and Mikey rutted into you with increasingly rougher thrusts.

Your hips bucking into the hard push and pull of their cocks inside you, you groaned and whined their names. Mikey would withdraw out with every thrust inwards of Izana’s dick, neither man leaving you empty as they rutted inside your aching heat.

The men's words became a confused mess of beautiful praise and devotion as you relaxed and began to buck in time with them, their voices seemingly blending together into a soup of sounds that made you shiver between them. Their skin was scorching, and their bodies were effortlessly pinning you down, their hips jolting into yours in unison as their cocks relentlessly touched and poked your g-spot. It was all too much, too intense for you to do anything but cling on and attempt to make it through the trip of your life. Your eyes hazy and half-lidded as you drooled between them, “So good, such a sweet girl, love you so much, taking us so well, perfect, so fucking perfect and ours,” Mikey rambled heatedly against the skin of your back, his forehead pressed intimately against your nape as he pounded into you from behind.

Izana chuckled breathily, his body sensitive from the previous pleasure he’d experienced at your mouth, though he held on as the wet sounds of your love-making filled the otherwise still air of the room, “You’re such a sap, Mikey - but he’s right, Y/N, you’re perfect for us, we had to make you ours, had to show you how much we love you,” The older brother groaned, grinding and rutting into you with equal fervour as Mikey, their bouncing motions causing pleasure to spike through you - especially as his pelvis kept rubbing your poor, overstimulated clit with his harsh thrusts.

Your bodies were a mess of sweat and tangled limbs, bruising marks blooming over your soft skin to show just who had taken you like this, their mouths feeling searingly hot against your skin. You whined and bucked, forgetting your attempts to get away from them as their thrusts made your pleasure build and build and build in the pit of your belly - until eventually, your muscles clenched and locked up as your orgasm washed through your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Mikey and Izana slammed into you for the last time.

Light and ecstasy surged through your body, hurling you over the edge and making you stiffen up in a vice-like grip around the two dicks buried to the hilt inside you. Mikey and Izana were paralyzed by the tightness around their cocks, unable to do much more than follow the hot, tight clasp of your cunt as you convulsed around them. They each choked out your name, their bodies trembling against yours as the milking, desperate grabbing of your saturated insides drew them over the cliff with you. You mewled hazily when you felt the heat in your belly from their release, two loads of thick, sticky cum filling your belly.

Izana and Mikey patted your sides, kissing whatever part of your face, neck and shoulders they could reach, their murmurs of affection barely comprehensible to you as the intensity of it all became too much and you lost yourself to the dark stillness of sleep.

Monsters: Mikey Sano x Reader x Izana Kurokawa

Chapter 2: Shots Fired

series summary: your grievous sin was Emma standing up for you to her brothers. and now you’re going to pay the heavy price for destroying their perfect family dynamic.

chapter summary: Izana Kurokawa demands your attention and he doesn’t take no for an answer. Not even when his demands are outrageous.

cw: DARK CONTENT, MISOGYNY, NSFW, r*pe mention, religious guilt, depictions of PTSD and CPTSD, emotional incest, incestuous assault (NOT THE SANOS), abandoment issues, violence, revenge porn, depression, filming without consent, drugging, domestic (physical and sexual) abuse, victim blaming, blackmailing, depictions of rape culture, manipulation, gaslighting, noncon, dry humping, mind break, psychological and sexual torture, use of firearms, attempted su*cides

r-18+ (not suitable for 17 and under)

wc: 11.6k

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 YOU haven’t been able to stay asleep for the past few days.

It’s easy to fall asleep after a hard and stressful day at school and your part-time job. Your limbs ache from all the walking and lugging a bookbag far heavier than what you could handle -since all your e-textbooks were on your (now destroyed) laptop and phones were not allowed during lectures. And working from 5pm until 9pm at a restaurant, serving food to rude, overbearing customers only to be paid in pieces was another added stress in itself.

Not to mention, studying until the words are bleary and just looking at a book hurts your eyes.

But then, in all your dreams, everything you’ve pushed to the back of your memory is at the forefront. Your dream starts typically, your normal school day, waking up, dressing in your cute little blue crop sweater and jean skirt with socks. You go to classes, and then you see Mikey’s car waiting for Emma.

Things take a different turn. He’s the one getting out of the car to meet you. It’s like a siren call, him holding out his hand for you to take despite someone screaming for you to stop. You try to reject him, try to run away like the voice said but you end up getting trapped. This time, he’s not using his hands. He’s fully sheathed inside you, robbing you of the thing you hold so dear while you kick, bite and claw at him until you wake up screaming, sweat soaked all over your sheets.

You consistently dream of being violently raped by Manjiro Sano.

The next few hours until sunrise were equally horrible. You’re quietly sobbing into your pillows, praying to God to forgive you for letting Mikey touch you in the first place, assuming your reason for having such dreams was God’s divine judgement for your grievous sin. You’ve lost count on how many Bible verses you stay up reading until your eyes are bleary and the sun comes up.

No matter how much you pray and how many times you recite psalms 127 before you sleep, you can never escape Mikey in the world of dreams. He’s a virus that has invaded your thoughts, corrupting every dream you had and twisted them into nightmares.

You don’t know how long you can hold on being this sleep deprived. It’s been impairing your school life, trying to find a way to stay awake during classes only for you to fall asleep and miss the rest of it. Even when you got notes from the person next to you, reading them was always difficult because your eyes hurt so much.

Work was even more taxing and stressful, rush week adding more stress than you could ever imagine. You found yourself spacing out more than usual when you were supposed to be taking orders. You were unable to keep up with the fast paced environment, your body feeling like a ton of bricks with every moment you make. Your eyes were heavy lidded, tired from forcing them open throughout the day.

You were so, so tired-

“Hello! Are you sleeping on me young lady?” A voice snapped at you.

Your eyes shot open and immediately you stood back straight. You must have been dozing off while taking the older lady’s order -the very thing you’ve been trying to avoid all day long. “No, not at all Ms-” you started to explain. “-I was just … what was your order aga-”

You flinched when the woman angrily slammed her fist on the table, shutting you up instantly! “So you were sleeping on the job! What kind of establishment allows this?” She screamed, attracting the attention of customers around. “I need to speak to your manager. NOW!”

You instantly began to panic at the mention of your manager. If he heard any of this, he was definitely going to fire you. You cannot afford to lose this job right now, with all your school expenses and saving up money for next session’s tuition.

“No mam!” you begged, keeping your voice even as you tried to reason with her. “Th-there’s no need for that! Please! Let me take your order and I’ll-” you racked your brain for an excuse, knowing fully well your establishment does not offer free meals. “- I’ll pay for your meal! On me-”

“So you’re trying to imply I’m poor?” She interrupted you again, her tempo even higher than before. “You disrespectful little wretch! How dare you? GET ME YOUR MANAGER RIGHT NOW!”

You started begging the older woman, trying to calm her down and de-escalate the situation, but each plea only fuelled her rage. By now, every customer, every employee and just anyone in that place watched you grovel and beg this woman to calm down, some people even videoing your altercation. Your body was trembling as she screeched in your ears, calling you all sorts of names while you relentlessly apologised to her.

“What is going on here?”

You winced at the sound of your manager’s voice emerging from the backrooms. You stood stiffly as he walked to your side, using his shoulder to nudge you out of the way. “Is there something wrong Ms.?” He asked the lady. “What happened?”

“This little wretch!” She practically screeched at you, her finger wagging straight at your hung face. “She was sleeping while I was ordering! And when I pointed it out to her calmly, she called me a hag!”

Your eyes snapped open. You can tolerate people yelling at you, but lying is out of the question. “I did not call you anything! That’s a lie-”

“You be quiet!” Your manager yelled at you, silencing you. He turned to face the woman again, apologising profusely for your so called rude behaviour. “I promise you mam, she will be dealt with accordingly. Your order is in the house, please take that as a token of our humble apology and forgive us.”

You stood there in shock as the woman smirked satisfactorily at her now free meal. “Well, you better get rid of her!” She snarked, eyes scanning you up and down, plopping back down on her seat. “Or you’ll lose me as a patron.”

“Of course mam.” He said sweetly before switching his countenance towards you into a more irritated one. “You, come with me.”

You lowered your head once again in disappointment as you started following your manager towards the back rooms, your head lowered in shame as the eyes followed your every move to your damnation waiting for you in the manager’s office.

Your skin crawled as you felt his penetrating gaze on you, as if judging you. “You know how many complaints I have received this week just from you, (name)? How many orders you’ve messed up?”

You shook your head no in response, not trusting yourself to say anything reasonable at this point. He eyes you up and down again before scoffing at you rudely. “I only let you stay here because you said you were desperate for a job. But apparently, you’re not even bothered enough to keep it.” He spat out. “Unfortunately for you, this is the end of the road for you here. Change out of your uniform and leave.”

“But s-”

“I said you’re FIRED. GET OUT.”

You sighed weakly, obeying your now ex-manager’s order and leaving the office. You ignored the eyes of everyone watching you exchange the too tight black jeans and green top uniform back to your white bohemian skirt and light blue top with your white jacket. Calmly, you packed your school bag and everything you owned with you and slung it over your shoulder, replacing the uniform back to the locker, dropping the key on top.

No one said goodbye to you as you left through the back door.

  IZANA knows it's creepy to be waiting for Emma just outside her college, but it's not like he has a choice when she keeps ignoring any method he uses to contact her.

Mindlessly, he fiddled with his lighter with his back on the wall of the English department building and an unlit cigarette between his lips. Purple eyes scanned the people leaving the building one by one, hoping to find a mop of golden hair amongst the students. His hopes rose with each blond he saw, only for him to deflate when he realised they weren't her.

A few minutes passed and still no sign of Emma. Deciding that he didn’t want to stand around and gape, Izana lifted his lighter towards his cigarette, flicking the light twice and bringing the warm flame to his lips. Breathing in the familiar scent of nicotine, smoke filled his lungs as he tucked the lighter back in his pockets. His free hand took the cigarette from his lips and he exhaled, releasing plumes of smoke from his lips.

His smoking habit had gotten worse within the past week. Izana couldn’t help it, reaching for a light anytime he saw his gifts in the dustbin. Emma hasn’t been this angry at him before. Usually a new plushie was enough to wash his sins clean, no matter how grevious they were. Now, not even the most expensive shoes she’s been eyeing for months could satiate her anger.

All because of you.

Izana knows his little sister like the back of his hand. Like how she loved sleeping with plushies because it comforted her whenever their mother brought her gambling friends into the house and they were loud. Or how he picked up a guitar to learn multiple barbie songs because their mother had destroyed Emma’s CD that he bought with his money to punish her. He knew she liked warm tea during her periods and gentle back rubs to ease her pain. He’s not the best person to be around, with how fucked over he was by life until Shinichiro gave him purpose but he loved his sister a lot and everything he did was to protect her. Life hardened him, made him so jaded that the only thin thread connecting him to his humanity was Emma and he’d do anything to protect his humanity.

Only to watch it slip through his fingers.

First it was Mikey’s stupid friend, Ken Ryugi, who waltzed his way into Emma’s life. Izana didn’t like him one bit- didn’t like how Emma would bite her lip, waiting for him to reply and cry herself to sleep when he didn’t. Her heart was soft, fragile and that brute tore it apart by telling her he wasn’t interested in a relationship yet.

The only reason Ken wasn’t in an unmarked, shallow grave in the middle of nowhere was simply because Mikey was involved.

Now it is you, taking the space in her life that belonged to him and Mikey. You’re pushing both of them out of the equation, threatening their position in their sister’s life and everything they know.

Izana wonders how someone so insignificant was so important to Emma that she was willing to cut communications with her own brothers. It baffles him beyond understanding and at the same time enrages him that she could trust you so easily. That she was willing to turn against him in your name.

He took more puffs, skimming throughout the campus for any sight of her. It didn’t matter how he felt about it, as Kisaki had convinced him to ask Emma and you to go shopping, just to get back into Emma's good graces again. Apparently doing a nice gesture publicly for you would convince their sister to give them another chance again.

Especially because Izana had been the biggest opposition to their friendship.

“But Mikey was a little shit about them too.” he grumbles underneath his breath, cigarette in hand. “Why do I have to be the one to apologise? And why did Mikey get an out while I’m doing all the heavy lift-”

His thoughts were cut short the second he caught sight of a familiar blonde hair bouncing in the wind and stood up straight, tossing the cigarette to the floor and crushing it underneath his black shoes, before rushing to catch up to his little sister.

Izana pushed through the throng of people, violently shoving anyone that got in his way until he finally fell in step with her, slowing down to match her pace. Without wasting time, his hand curled around the girl’s wrist, stopping her in her tracks instantly and earning a shocked gasp escaped her lips.

“Get off me - Izana?”

Her free hand was fast to hit him, but her head was faster in turning around, only to recognize it was just Izana. Her hand stopped inches away from the smirking male’s face, the tension leaving her body and relief taking its place. It doesn’t last long, though as irritation suddenly crawls on her face, instantly displeased at his actions. “What the hell? I’ve told you to stop doing that.” she hissed at him.

A mischievous grin made its way to his face at Emma’s irritation. She always had a pout whenever she was angry at him and it made look even more adorable.

“Were you scared?” He teased, pulling Emma closer to him until she was practically smushed at his side, despite the glare she gave him in response. “You know no one would dare touch you.”

“Get off me. Your breath stinks like nicotine, I thought you said you quit smoking that shit.”

Ignoring Emma’s last question, he decided to change the topic. “Your lapdog isn't here with you?” he asked. Usually, you would be hovering behind her like a damn pest, so you not being around her was rather strange. 

Emma is quick to shove him off lightly, putting some distance between the two of them, clearly still mad at him. "(Name)'s not feeling well, so she didn't come to class today. I'm on my way to get her medicine."

Oh, that's a surprise.

But with you out of the way, Izana could finally have Emma all to himself for today and hang out with his beloved sister. Maybe even make up for the party thing without apologising to you. Without you here, it’s likely Emma isn’t as mad at the whole situation and is playing it up to make you feel like you have someone on your side.

He knows you’re not going to protest if Emma says she’s in talking terms with her brothers again. It’s a win-win situation and he doesn’t have to grovel or ask for forgiveness for some joke that went wrong.

"So that means we can hang out?"

"Excuse me?"

"You don't have to keep pretending you're still mad at me now that she isn't here." He spews the 'she' with so much venom it could kill, before switching up with a sick grin, his hand stretched out. "We can go to Vivienne Westwood and get that Saturn necklace you like, what do you say?"

His words hung in the air as Emma trailed her pointed glare from his hand, back to his cheerful visage. She crossed her arms in response slowly, her yellow eyes burning holes into his face as her lips curled into a sick sneer.

“Are you insane?”

“What?”

“Don’t ‘what?’ me Izana! I just told you (name)'s ill and you're asking me to go with you to shop at Vivienne westwood? Are you nuts?”

Emma’s voice was loud enough to garner wandering eyes of other by-standers, watching the event go down. Izana kept his composure, despite his bubbling irritation beneath the surface of his skin, with a smile -albeit stiffer than before. ‘She’s just being emotional’ Izana whispered to himself, still trying to be rational. ‘Just take it easy with her’

“Oh come on, should I care about her-"

"You should be begging her to forgive you for what you did to her that night!"

"You can't still be mad at me for that shit that happened two weeks ago. And besides, it's not my fault she couldn't take a joke” his words were smooth, buttery, flowing out of his lips like it was the truth, digging his own grave. “I didn’t know your friend was that sensitive-”

“Are you listening to the bullshit coming from your mouth?” Emma roared, her voice echoing throughout the entirety of the department, her face red with fury. Izana had never seen his own beloved sister ever look at him with such disgust in her eyes, her teeth gnashing against each other and hands at her side, clenching against each other. “Is that what you think a joke sounds like?”

“Calm the fuck dow-”

“No wonder you’re fucking single, you’re such a piece of shit to anyone that isn’t Shinichiro!” Emma screamed, interrupting Izana once again, her temper fiery enough to burn a hole on the ground she stood with how heated she was. “How does anyone even stand you for so long? You’re unbearable!”

“Excuse m-”

He doesn’t like where the conversation is going, with how furious Emma was right now. He tried to raise a comforting hand to Emma’s shoulder to ease her tension but she was quick to smack it away from her hard, stinging his fingers a little.

“You’re so unpleasant, how do you even have any friends? How do they tolerate you? To think (name) wanted me to forgive you! Thank god you aren’t my fucking brother, I can’t imagine being anything like you!”

The words left her mouth before she could stop herself.

It was as if the world froze over for Izana. He stood there, wide eyed, his heart beating loudly in his chest as all the voices around him faded into the background. His hand extended weakly at his side, mouth drying up as a lump formed in his throat. 

“I-I-i" she starts to stutter. It’s obvious that she can recognize what she had just said as he blankly stared at her. "I didn't mean i-”

He doesn’t let her finish, turning on his heel and walking away as fast as possible. People were quick to clear out of his way, not wanting to be his target of aggression. Emma followed behind, instantly, shouting his name at the top of her lungs followed with strings of apologies.

“Izana, wait please-” she screamed from the crowd of people, tears streaming from her yellow eyes. He continued to ignore her as he hopped on his bike, sliding in the key and revving up the engine before she could reach him.

Izana zoomed away, turning Emma’s cries into background noise, her words repeating in his head.

“I didn’t mean it! I’M SORRY-”

YOU don't know which was worse, the feeling of helplessness that came with the reality of your life crashing before your very eyes or the splitting headache you've developed after crying in your room for a week straight. Laying on your bed all day, huddled up in a blanket and sobbing uncontrollably was unhealthy, but it was all you found the strength to do these days. 

In all your years of being alive, you've never felt this pathetic. Not when you would be pushed outside in the pouring rain if you made a mistake in making dinner, or had been beaten with a belt in front of Yuzhua and Hakkai because you failed your catechism test. You could protect yourself from your brothers when they got violent. You could run and hide when your dad was really angry and wanted to take it out on you.

Unfortunately, no one told you what to do when your life is falling apart.

Ever since that day, you couldn't find the strength to go to class or do anything for that matter. It was like your entire energy was sucked out of you, leaving your body an empty husk with nothing left to give. 

You only have yourself to blame.

You drag the blankets closer to your body, sniffling a bit. The worst part of all of this is that after this month, if you don’t find a job that pays you quickly, you are going to be broke. It’s times like this that makes you regret leaving your family. You know it’s wishful thinking, but you wonder if you would be forgiven assuming you return home in tears and repentant of your sin of disobedience like the prodigal son in the bible. Life is too hard to live in the outside world without the help and guidance of a parent. You miss your old life, with your own bed and guaranteed food, as long as you did as you were told. You miss how sometimes your parents took you and your siblings to eat out after church.

You miss your mother. You want to go back to her. Life is hard, and dealing with being jobless with nowhere to turn to is harder. You could ask Emma, but she’s already taking care of you and there was no way you would bother your friend about your money problems.

"Hey babes, I got the medicine for you."

Emma's soft voice rouses you out of your self-pity session. The wood creaks underneath her heels as she walks to your bed and takes a seat besides you, the mattress dipping underneath her weight. The scent of her Vivienne Westwood wafting through your nostrils fills you with a sense of warmth, familiarity and at the same time, dread.

You feel guilty. Perhaps it's because you don't know how to tell Emma what exactly is wrong with you. It's easier to give her the half-truth that you caught a stomach bug than say everything. If you even as much as hinted that Manjiro had something to do with the real reason you were a sobbing mess on your bed, you're sure she would overreact and fight with her brothers again.

But still, not telling her meant you were keeping secrets from her. Something you both promised not to ever do as you two became best-friends.

‘It’s for her own good.’ you try to justify it. ‘It’s better I keep my mouth shut.’

Pushing that thought at the back of your mind, you roll over to her direction, pulling down your blanket just a little bit to see her properly. Your heart drops at the sadness etched onto Emma’s face, a forlorn look in her eyes. You hated seeing her down, yet all you’ve been doing for the past few months since you came into her life was causing her pain. You know how it feels to lose family, no matter how bad they were to you and Emma is no different.

“Hey”

Your voice is hoarse from your constant crying, but Emma doesn’t mention it as she reaches a hand to caress your face. “You look better than yesterday. You up to eat?”

You nodded briefly, realising how hungry you were. You’ve barely had an appetite to eat anything, so your rations had been smaller and compact until you regained it back bit by bit, thanks to Emma’s constant care. Pushing yourself up, you sit up and yawn, quickly covering your mouth the moment a bad stench emanates from it. Emma’s face quickly grows sour as well, probably smelling it too.

“You haven’t showered.”

“Uhhh-”

You knew there was no excuse for that one as Emma put the food and medicine away before yanking you off the bed while talking about how gross you were for not showering throughout today. “You’re a girl (name), don’t do this to yourself, c’mon-”

“But-” you start to whine, trying to defend yourself. “I was tired-”

“Nope!” she retorted, pushing you towards the bathroom. “No excuses! I swear you’re acting like Mikey when he’s in one of his moods-”

The room falls silent at her words, the cheerful aura dropping the second Emma realises what she’s said, a wave of guilt washing over her face as she lets go of your hands.

“Fuck- I’m sorry (name)...”

Your heart aches at how heartbroken she sounds right now and shatters even further at the fact that everything, every problem they were experiencing right now was all your fault. You saw it deep in Mikey’s eyes how much pain and suffering your presence in their family had caused, and how his anger reflected that action towards you. You’ve been so entrenched in your own problems that you forgot the mess you made in their family.

“Emma, you miss them don’t you?”

‘It’s not too late.’ You mutter to yourself, your heart in your throat as you steel your resolve. You couldn’t let her make that mistake you made by leaving your family aside. You don’t want Emma to be like you.

“(Name), please don’t-”

“You can’t keep ignoring them forever.” You cut her short, speaking directly to her now. “You can’t keep ignoring Draken either too. You’re miserable.”

“I’m fin-”

“Emma no.” You snap at her, finally having enough of her stubbornness as anger swells up in you. “I see how sad you look everytime you look at your pictures with your big brothers and Draken. Do you think that it’s healthy to keep ignoring them like this?”

“You were the one they hurt, you shouldn’t feel bad for them-”

“It doesn’t matter! I don’t matter!” You yell desperately, now pulling away from her grasp in an attempt to put your foot down. “They are the ones who matter a lot. Those are you family members! People who love you and have protected you for years! Just talk it out with them! They miss you for god’s sake!”

“What the hell do you mean you don’t matter?” Emma roars back at you, suddenly enraged by your outburst. You nearly stumble back at how angry she sounded, fear creeping into your skin as your verbal claws retract. “You matter to me! You mean the world to me as any of them do! You’re my best friend and I love you and if they don’t understand that then there is nothing to make up for!”

By the time she was done yelling, her breathing was heavy and her eyes so intense you couldn’t even stare at her. Your eyes quickly flickered to your feet instead; scared of seeing the disappointment on her face and terrified of her anger. You didn’t like it when Emma yelled, it reminded you of your mother getting angry at you, something you hated doing to her.

Eventually, she took a deep breath and took a step closer to you, her hand intertwined with yours. “Come on, I’ll help you shower.”

You silently follow behind her, eyes downcast and shoulders slumped.

  PERHAPS Izana should be angry at Emma.

It would be justified after the words she said from her mouth, but he can’t because he knows the truth. Emma was just angry as well and she didn’t mean any of the words she had said to hurt him. She said them because of you, however and he realises that every fight they’ve had is over your presence in her life.

Which meant that the true culprit was you.

People may believe in love at first sight, but from the first day Izana set his eyes on you, he could only feel hatred towards you. You were just there, sitting awkwardly while Emma tried to involve you in their conversation and it irked him.

At first, Izana thought it was the fact that the both of you were clashing personalities that made him feel that way, but then you keep getting in his way and ruining things for him. He hates everything about you - the way you picked your finger when you were nervous. Your bright smile you gave to only Emma and how easy it was for her to like you. Just your mere presence in general was enough to set him off because of how simple it was for you to be close to Emma while you barely knew her. It felt like he was losing his only sister to a stranger, and now the Emma who stands in front of him is a mere mockery of his real sister.

And that’s the frustrating part. He can’t do anything to hurt you. He’s smart enough to know that if he does, Emma would never forgive him.

“... Kurokawa, are you here with us?”

Izana snaps back to reality as Kisaki taps the table three times to get his attention. ‘I might have spaced out.’ He thinks to himself before facing the entirety of the table; Tetta Kisaki, the rather shrewd and ruthless dealer sitting, his equally irritating lap dog Shuji Hanma and the little shit that he called his younger brother, Mikey.

Speaking of Mikey, ever since that day he made that phone call and revealed his brand new plan of accepting you into their friend group, he’s been very quiet. Even throughout today’s meeting, he hasn’t said a word, aside from mentioning that Draken was going to be absent and asking where Kakucho was before the meeting began.

And knowing his brother, a quiet Mikey is a suspicious Mikey.

Now that Izana thinks about it, he’s noticed that Mikey, who was on his side initially had suddenly switched to trying to apologise to you. Which was weird, considering how egocentric Mikey could be on the topic of apologising. Izana has his suspicions, but then again Mikey is unpredictable due to his rather dark impulses, so he couldn’t really say anything yet, until Kakucho came back from his task.

Izana cleared his throat and faced Kisaki again, deciding to be as honest as possible. After all, it’s their fault that he’s in this mess, might as well remind them. “Just thinking about how Emma practically called me a bastard and I’m supposed to be okay with it.” He said nonchalantly and the air in the room shifted into an uncomfortable silence for the upteenth time this week ever since that unfortunate day. It isn’t surprising to anyone as to why though, Izana’s complicated relationship with the Sano’s is a sore topic that no one ever dared to bring up.

From Kisaki’s tight lipped expression, Izana is sure that the younger male is picking his words carefully in his head. Even Hanma who would have laughed or said something to intentionally piss off Izana remains silent. Eventually, Kisaki lets out a resigned sigh. “The audit would be done another time.” He states in a cool tone, putting his laptop aside before facing the two brothers. “It’s obvious we’re not gonna do anything useful until you resolve this issue with Emma and her friend.”

“Really?” The white haired male mocks, causing Kisaki to shift in his place, an irritated frown creasing his face. “would you like to hear my pla-”

“We’re not going to kill a civilian and draw attention to ourselves, Izana. I’ve already told you what to do.” Kisaki snapped back, his yellow eyes darting from Izana to Mikey, before narrowing in irritation. “Both of you. Just apologise to (name), it’s not that hard. You don’t even have to mean it, the girl won’t even know the difference-”

“Ah yes, cause that went well the last time.”

“And whose fault is that? I clearly told you to say “I’m sorry” and all you did was make things worse!”

“I’m just brutally honest.” Izana spits back. “And you can’t blame me because I tried, compared to Mikey who sits on his damn ass and has done nothing-”

“I wasn’t the one who called her a cheap hooker!” Mikey interjects defensively, sitting upright after staying quiet from the start of this meeting, finally saying something.

“Oh, so you can speak.” Izana retorts back, his voice cold. Mikey is so good at shifting blame onto others for actions he has a hand in, especially when he knows it would reflect badly on him. Unfortunately, Izana has been in this game longer than his little brother. “I thought you had gone mute with the way you don’t want to talk about the issue beyond pushing me to apologise to her.”

“You don’t make it any easier with how you talk to people.” Mikey hisses back, his tempo rising with each word, but Izana can hear the slight shake in his voice, almost as if he’s hiding something. “How am I supposed to do anything if you keep saying shit like you’re glad (name)’s gone?”

(Name)?

The entire room falls silent at Mikey’s sudden outburst, or rather what Mikey had just said. No one says a word as they all stare at Mikey in shock, eye wide and mouth hanging open like he’d grown two heads. There’s a glimmer of confusion in the dark eyed male before the realisation of his mistake washes over him, his facial expression changing into a mixture of guilt and pure terror.

As if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t have.

It’s unmistaken. Izana knows his brother is hiding something and it has to do with you. “You’ve never,” he starts slowly, never taking his eyes off Mikey, gauging his facial expression. “called her by her name. You only call girls who you had something to do with by their name.”

“I-”

“You fucked her, didn’t you.” it’s a statement, not a question. Mikey grows pale and it's more of a sure answer than anything else at all.

“I didn’t do anything bad… she’s still a virgin-”

“What.” Kisaki, interjecting as well, cuts him off, his voice cold. “Did. You. Do?”

Mikey is silent. It’s brief and doesn’t last long as he finally seals his fate with a quiet voice. “It’s not my fucking fault, she wore a short skirt and she was asking for it-”

At the side, Kisaki crumples back onto the dining table seat, his head in his hands muttering a quiet “Oh fuck, I should have stayed with Osanai.” as he shakes in disbelief. Hanma just sits there, clearly perturbed, not knowing how to react but at the same time, not really interested.

“Glad to know I’m not the only screw up.” Izana scoffs as well. Despite how cheery his voice sounded, the furious look on his face says a different story altogether. “Since apparently you’re just as stupid as I am.”

Mikey runs a hand through his golden locs, frustration evident on his features. No one has ever seen him look so frantic, like a little kid who broke something and is trying to hide it. “I didn’t do anything wrong. Sure she said no at first but I knew she wanted it when she relaxed in my touch-”

“That’s not what Emma’s gonna think, you idiot!” Izana barks at him angrily, his temper finally off the rails. “You practically threw away your entire plan before it even started! All for what? Mediocre pussy you could get from some other girl? And you know how Shin is about this shit. If Emma finds out and tells him, we’re screwed!”

There’s a mixture of emotions swirling in Izana right now. The urge to punch Mikey was strong, for daring to not only lie to his face, but also making him look like a fool to cover his ass.

Then again, he knows it’s really not Mikey’s fault but yours. You must have done something to make Mikey hurt you because he knows his little brother doesn’t hurt girls. You have this effect of turning people into worse versions of themselves, making them disgusting, evil and hateful.

You turned Emma against them and now you made Mikey’s dark impulses come out.

It’s you that’s the problem.

“So what anyone find out? They won’t believe her” Mikey snarls back, irritated. “She can’t blame me, I told her to fucking leave but she didn’t listen! She was practically begging me to fuck her-”

“ENOUGH!”

Kisaki’s voice is loud enough to silence the two brothers, ending their argument instantly as they breathe heavily from their prior screaming match. Izana slumps back on his seat as Kisaki sits up straight, eyes narrowed. Mikey does the same as Izana, his jaw tightly clenched as he crosses his arms on his chest, feet crossed. The younger male clears his throat, and starts to rationalise the situation.

“It’s obvious that we’re going to switch gears since this happened. We all have a curated reputation that we need to protect so that people don’t nose into our business.” He turns to Mikey who is still glaring hard at Izana. “Your brother has a point, you fucked up our plan by not telling anyone what you did-”

“You judging me too, Kisaki?”

“Can you stop being defensive for once Mikey and just listen!” Kisaki scolds, just about done with everyone making things more difficult for him. “I don’t care what you did to her, whatever affection or lust you have for her is a you problem. I just want this situation to be in our favour.”

The statement makes Izana scoff in dismal fashion, but he decides to ask out of curiosity regardless. “And how do you intend to turn this situation around? Cause right now she has leverage over us and any careless move can put us in a tougher spot than we can handle.”

Kisaki turns his attention fully towards Izana again, a knowing look on his face as he asks. “Is Kakucho done searching Mikey’s car?”

‘How did he know?’ Izana blinks, but then catches Hanma smirking and doesn’t bother to ask his impending questions. Kisaki always had a nasty and suspicious habit of continuously tailing him specifically, and usually it doesn’t go over Izana’s radar when it happens, apart from this instance. Which meant someone was being a rat in his group.

He’ll deal with that later.

Mikey raised a brow in confusion as well, opening his mouth to protest the invasion of his privacy when Izana’s phone suddenly rings. He picks it up, attempting to step out to answer it when Kisaki raises his hand to stop him.

“Answer it here.” Kisaki said, ignoring the way Izana looks at him like he has two heads. “and put it on speaker.”

He had no reason to comply, but he wanted to see where Kisaki was going with whatever plan he had. With a wry smile, Izana put the phone down on the table and slid the answer button, putting it on a loudspeaker.

“Did you find anything Kakucho?”

Ever loyal, Kakucho clears his throat and starts to speak, his voice sounding strained over the phone, as if he’s struggling with something. “Yes boss.” He answers, a twinge of nervousness coating his tone. “There’s a dash cam on the mirror and a spy cam underneath the compartment facing the passenger’s seat…”

Mikey grumbles under his breath something about fucking Kakucho up if anything ends up spoilt or missing in his car but Kisaki holds his hand up to his lips and shushes him. Izana continues once he’s sure his brother is done complaining. “And did you confirm the anonymous tip that we got?”

He can hear Kakucho shift uncomfortably, the silence on the other side of the phone drawn out until he finally says. “Boss, it’s too … I don’t think we should use this against her.” He tries to reason. “I think we’re going too far-”

“Perfect.” Kisaki chimes in, now looking at Izana with a satisfied smile. Kakucho is about to ask why Kisaki was there but Izana cuts him off instead. “Bring it back. I’ll explain once you come to the house.”

“Okay boss.”

The phone line dies and Kisaki, fairly confident in his plan, looks at Izana once again. “I’m sure you know where I’m going, right?”

Izana may think Kisaki is a pathetic brat who just happened to be smart, but right now, it’s like the both of them are connected and in tune with their thoughts. The tanned male stretches his lips into a smile, one full of malice and at the same time, glee, his eyes light with mirth when he realises what Kisaki was thinking.

Finally a plan he could follow along with.

“Alright, I’m all ears.”

THE walk back to your dorm was quiet.

By the time you managed to catch a bus after spending the entire day looking for a job and getting back to campus, it was already late in the night. Save for only the street lamps that were beginning to dim, everywhere else was darker than usual.

You had read that there was going to be a lunar eclipse tonight between the hours of 10pm - 00am. The time boldly written on the bus’ digital clock before you got down was 10:45pm, so you already assumed it was the cause of the unnatural darkness tonight.

A long time ago before the world weighed you down, things like this would have made you excited. You loved watching the stars when you were young, trying to check on the papers your father bought to see if there was any space news available. You remember borrowing your immediate elder brother’s binoculars as a makeshift telescope, trying to piece out the stars in the sky or see if you would catch a glimpse of the comet that was said to pass through that week.

Unfortunately, you were young and foolish. Wanting to impress your father, you told him all about your book of constellations that you drew up, detailing the first star that appeared every evening, down to your crazy childish theories about aliens and space.

“Can you show me the book?” your father asked calmly. You should have known it was dangerous for your father to be this calm, but you were too blinded by excitement to think and you gave him the book, a bright smile on your face.

Your smile fell as his large hands ripped your book into shreds, before telling you: “Women don’t dream.”

Maybe that was the day you realised the love you craved from your father will never be given to you. You were so young and impressionable, all you wanted was for him to be proud of you, like he was with his sons. Now, you can’t even look at the stars, the memory leaves a bitter taste in your mouth and you try to shake it off as you continue on the path.

You wondered what grievous sin you’ve committed to be so down on your luck like this. Today had been one disappointment to another

You passed by Emma’s dorm building, a sigh escaping your lips. She told you that Draken wanted to take her out for dinner tonight, which shocked you because friends with benefits - according to what Emma herself told you- don’t go on dates or do lovey dovey stuff with each other, to avoid complicated feelings from budding.

Then again, their relationship is based on the fact that they both have feelings for each other, but Draken was not interested in a relationship.

It was already complicated before it began but at least she's taking your advice and talking to them again.

Your eyes darted up to her window, hoping her lights were on. Whenever she was alone, Emma hated sleeping in the dark. She said it reminded her of the times her mother would lock her and Izana in a dark room whenever she brought her customers in. Anytime she was in a darkened room, she told you she could still hear the sound of her mother moaning and a man grunting. Izana would try his best to distract her, playing games or even stealing an earphone and plugging it to his own so that she would listen to music instead of what was going on.

A frown graced your lips when you saw two bodies from the curtain, one tall figure you recognize as Draken and Emma’s smaller dainty figure perched on him, kissing. You quickly averted your eyes and walked faster, ignoring the unfamiliar pang in your chest. Maybe you’re jealous because you needed your friend’s comfort right now and she wasn’t available. You felt greedy for this, after spending a week with her, you should let her be free.

‘She has her own life to live. And I have mine’ you muttered to yourself as you trudged along the path, slowly dragging your feet. ‘I have to stop being so dependent on her.’

Eventually, your thoughts drift back to your reoccurring dream. Losing your job made you realise that if you didn’t do anything about it, your tiredness would eventually catch up to you and ruin everything else you’ve worked for. With an important test scheduled for tomorrow, you knew you could not afford to take another loss this week. You had to power through your sleep tonight, even if it traumatised you.

‘Maybe I should pretend that I like it. Pretend it’s okay and enjoy it so that I won’t have to wake up.’ You shook your head, cursing as you drew closer to your own dorm building. ‘Oh God, how far I’ve fallen. Look at me trying to enjoy a disgraceful act-’

You paused in your tracks at the sound of a leaf crushing. You quickly turned around, trying to ascertain who could be lurking there behind the bushes. Your palms started sweating, your nerves firing at the thought of being watched.

Silence.

You decided to continue walking, assuming that maybe you were hearing things and there wasn’t anything at all. Nighttime always had a way of making you nervous, especially with all the horrible stories you heard about innocent women being attacked around these times. Besides, looking around for whatever may be lurking was a dumb idea.

You should just get out of here.

Eventually, you make it to your dorm house in record time, a sigh of relief escaping your lips. ‘Maybe I’m being paranoid. But at least I’m safe now.’ You think to yourself as you push the door open, closing it behind you.

Weary from the day’s stress, your body starts to give up on you but you push through, trying your best to just make it to your room. You’re sure you would just collapse on your bed the second you got there and forget about anything else.

You finally make it to your room, about to rummage your bag for the keys when you notice the door was unlocked. ‘Oh? Ami must have come back rather early, since I barely saw her until 2am?’

But as you reach for the handle, a feeling of dread washes over you, the same one you felt when you were outside. ‘I really need to let this go. There’s no harm waiting for me. It’s just my room.’ You mutter to yourself. Your overthinking has cost you a lot, from your job to your academics and right now, you really need it to stop. Pushing whatever feeling was keeping you away, you walked into the darkened room.

The first thing that greeted you was the stench of some kind of smoke -weed, the kind that Ami liked to use whenever she was in the room. You always hated the smell and you recall telling her to leave the windows open whenever she wanted to smoke. Coughing, you quickly covered your nose and mouth with one hand and reached to turn on the light with another. “Ami, how many times have I told you to open the window whenever you smoke? You know I don’t like the smell-”

Your blood turns to ice the moment light floods the room, your mouth dry as you stare at the man perched on your reading chair, a leg crossed over the other, the weed blunt hanging between his tanned hands. His lips are stretched into a sick grin, showing all his teeth, purple eyes shining with an odd mirth as he glances at you up and down.

Izana Kurokawa.

‘Run’

You don’t need to be told twice, quickly discarding your bag and running towards the direction of the door, only to hit someone hard, standing tall in your way. You look up fearfully to see mismatched eyes, a scar running down his face and flinch backwards in reflex. It’s as if he gazes at you with pity, but quickly switches to a blank stare as he stands between you and the door.

You know him from hanging around Emma a lot in the Tenjiku frat house, Kakucho. He’s always around Izana and only loyal to him for some reason that you don’t know. He doesn’t listen to anyone else, not even Mikey. You realise that he might have been the one that was following you when you were walking home.

Begging him to let you pass would be futile.

“Don’t worry, I’m just here to have a little chat with you. I’m not going to hurt you.” His tone is calm, but it doesn’t bring you any comfort. If Mikey could hurt you without any remorse, then there’s nothing stopping Izana from doing worse to you. “And as much as your backside is as interesting as your face, I prefer talking to someone who is looking at me.”

“I don’t want to talk to you.” The words fly out from your mouth before you even think of a more appropriate response but it doesn’t seem to give him any form of reaction other than a dry laugh.

“Ungrateful bitch. I could have sent my boys to do this for me instead, but I decided to talk to you.” He scoffed. “I don’t care. Turn around.”

Reluctantly you slowly turn to face him again, your body trembling as your fear filled eyes lock with his. Your heart drops to your stomach when you hear heavy footsteps walk out of the door, shutting it behind you, locks turning and trapping you with Izana.

‘Oh God oh God oh God.’

Your fear doesn’t go unnoticed by the white haired man, and he only chuckles at how stiff you were. Between the two brothers, you know Izana thrives in fear, using it to his advantage and it’s not unfounded. Notwithstanding his backing from Black dragons, Izana had taken Tenjiku from a down and out frat house, to a den of crime that holds power, trickling right into the administration of the university. Even his men know better than to ever get themselves in his bad books, because no one can ever escape him, no matter how much you try to run.

It was only a matter of time until he would make you pay for causing him problems, but you didn’t think he’d come by himself. You felt stupid for thinking he wouldn’t care about you or he’d forget how angry he was at you and leave you alone, especially with Emma still not on speaking terms with them.

He motions with his bunt for you to come closer to him and you comply, taking careful steps until you’re standing right in front of him. He eyes you again with a tepid frown. “When you meet a king, you don’t stand before him, you kneel.”

Kneel. You want to assume he’s not serious but you know better than to question him and go down on your knees, focusing your gaze firmly on your lap. It’s humiliating the way he has you at his mercy, without even moving an inch but it’s better to be compliant than to aggravate him even further by being disobedient.

You’ve learned the hard way what could happen if you resist.

From the corner of your eyes, you watch as Izana puts out his weed blunt on your reading table, before reaching behind his waistband. Your mouth grows dry the second you catch the sight of a gun, your heart pounding against your chest as he presses the barrel to your head.

‘Oh god.’ You gasp as he presses it further against your head, until you’re sure it would leave an indent. ‘He’s going to kill me. He’s going to kill me…’

“That’s odd,” He murmurs. “Usually, other people would be begging for their lives when met with a gun to their head, but you’re quiet. If not for the way your hands are trembling, I’d think you weren’t scared.”

This time, with a gun pointed at your head, you’re careful with your words. “Y-you said you won’t hurt me.” Your voice shakes with fear but you continue. You know men like Izana, he reminds you of your older brother who ruled the house outside your family with fear and control. Sometimes, when you were able to stroke his ego, he’d go easy on you. Maybe that would work on Izana too. “That you want to talk.”

“And what if I changed my mind? Pulled the trigger? That’ll make my life easier, yeah? I won’t have to fight for my sister’s love and affection with you.” 

Your breath hitches in your throat when you hear the safety go off and watch as his finger curls around the trigger. ‘Oh God, he’s going to kill me. He’ll shoot me dead.’ Tears pricking your eyes. ‘I-i have to say something- I don’t want to die-’

“I-i trust you not to do it.” You reply, your lips trembling as you struggle not to think of your head scattered into pieces on the floor if he chooses to kill you. “You’re a man of your words.”

There’s another complete silence that engulfs the entire room, until you hear a click that makes you flinch for a split second, waiting for the bullet that would end it all. Instead, it’s him putting the safety back on, and chuckling at your reaction.

“You trust me? How foolish.” He laughs, tracing the gun from your head down to underneath your chin and forcing you to look up at him. You’ve only read about people with empty eyes in stories, but seeing it in person was so terrifying. “Is that why you ended up with Mikey in his car?”

All the blood rushes from your head to the tip of your toes. “H-how do you kn-”

“I have eyes and ears in this school, (name).” You’re sure it’s the first time you’ve heard him call you by your name and despite being in a life or death situation, you couldn’t control the shiver that ran through your spine. “Not to mention, I have the video evidence of you moaning like a slut just from being fingered-”

“T-that is not what happened!” You suddenly cried out, trying to explain your own side of the story. Of all the people who know your dirty and shameful secret, Izana is the worst person, with how much he hates you. “It was a mistake! I tried to tell him I didn’t want it but I couldn’t-”

“Ah ah -” Izana cuts you off, tilting your chin higher with the gun. “Don’t lie to me. That skirt you wore was too short. You were practically sending him an invitation to fuck you.”

“No! I wasn’t trying to do anything, I just wanted to talk-”

“Really? Cause I watched the full video, you were practically pushing your thighs together, trying to get his attention-”

“No, no I- didn’t… I pushed him off the first time-”

“You were dangling your thighs like a piece of meat for him to fuck and then acted like you didn’t want it until he was knuckles deep inside you. The way you were moaning didn’t sound like a girl being assaulted. You sounded like you wanted it.”

“That’s not true-” your lips start to tremble at his words, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. You didn’t want to be assaulted, you just wanted to talk to him about the Emma issue and you wanted to apologise. “That’s not true-”

“Oh but it is.” He said firmly, now leaning in closer to your face until there’s barely any inches between the two of you. “If you truly wanted to talk you would have been more modest. We warned you that outfits like those are an invitation, but you decided we insulted you and turned our sister against us.”

“No-” your voice is small, trying to defend yourself but even you are beginning to doubt your own credibility with how he keeps twisting the narrative around until you begin to actually believe him.

‘No! Don’t let him make you think you’re in the wrong! You know what happened!’

“He even told you to leave but you refused to. Like you were baiting him to just do something bad to you so that you can tell everyone how bad Mikey is and make yourself get more sympathy points. 'Oh look, the Sano brothers struck again!' That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“That’s not true! I would never do that to Mikey!” You don’t realise your tempo had suddenly gotten high or that tears had started to drip down your face, but Izana did. He doesn’t point it out, staying quiet as you start to shout at him. “I didn’t tell anyone because it would cause problems and I would never bait him into hurting me. I just wanted to make up with him because I felt that I overreacted at the party I swear! And then he assaulted me in the car -”

“But if he “assaulted” you, why didn’t you tell anyone? If that’s what truly-”

“Because I love him!”

Oh no. The words flew out of your mouth before you could even stop yourself from saying them. But before you could correct yourself, Izana hammers another nail into the coffin with his next words.

“The same way your big brother loved you, right?”

You feel weak. You’ve never told anyone that before, not even Emma. It’s a part of you that you chose to keep buried at the bottom of your heart, pretending it never existed.

“Please, Izana, pleas-”

“Did I ever tell you that I know you?” He suddenly snapped, his voice menacing. “I’ve known you from the second you stepped foot in this school. I know your sob story -the one you tell everyone, how your parents’ kicked you out for not marrying an older man. How you were homeless, living in shelters as you worked up money to go to college until you made something for yourself-”

He paused, now leaning further into your face until you smell the marijuana on his breath, his dark eyes peering at you. “But no one knows the true story. That your parents didn’t kick you out, you left.” You start to shake as he tells you the story of how your semi-peaceful life went downhill.

“Izana please stop-”

“It was your eighteenth birthday and you never quite got along with your brothers, especially the oldest one, Michael was it? Seems like you have a thing for Michael’s or rather the other way around.”

“Stop it, please-”

“So Michael and your other brothers told you that if you wanted them to like you that you’d let their college friends talk to you. You went along with it, hung around your brothers and their friends and everything was fine, until you felt tired after drinking some juice that Michael gave you-”

You hate this. You don’t even know how he found out about this part of your life, or how long he’s been holding it until he could use it but you need the story to end now, you don’t want to relieve your trauma. “You’ve made your point. I lied about running away because I was scared. Please, please-”

“Shhh,” He pushes the gun to your lips until your pleas are muffled noises. “don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt someone while they’re telling a story? As I was saying, Michael offered to carry you to your room, because you felt so tired, you couldn’t move. And oh, you poor, dumb fool. You had no idea what was going to happen that night to you as your big bro took you to his room-”

You suddenly burst into tears and without thinking, shoved the gun out from your mouth to beg him. “Stop it! Stop! I get it! I won’t tell anyone what happened between me and Mikey. Please don’t finish that story!”

Izana stops and you sigh, still not out of the woods yet, but at least you’re sure he won’t say anything else-

A scream rips from your throat as you feel his veiny palms drag you by your hair violently, to the bed. You feel like a ragdoll as he throws you onto the bee, before climbing on top of you right after. “Izana stop! STOP I-”

Your voice catches in your throat the second he switches off the safety of the gun and points it towards your window, pressing the trigger twice. You scream as the bullets pierce through the window, shattering the glass completely, and clamp a hand over your mouth when he points the gun back at you, his eyes narrowed in anger.

“Please, please, please-”

“You don’t want to hear the truth, fine. I’ll show you what your brother did to you instead, but if you as much as piss me off one more fucking time, I’ll shoot you.”

You freeze in place as he starts to lift up your long skirt with one hand until he exposes your panties. You hear him fumble with his belt buckle, having kept the gun out of your reach behind him and he pulls his black jeans enough to only expose his half-mast clothed dick.

He was getting off on imagining you being assaulted. You feel sick.

You blank out as your legs are spread apart, by his two hands, and he pushes his entire weight on you, until his crotch is pressed into yours. Shame fills you as he starts to grind against your clothed pussy, the stimulation having an undesired effect on your clit and you turn your head just not to look at him.

With each roll of his hips, you feel his thick length rub against your poor nub, wetness leaking through your panties and staining his boxers. Izana smirks at your distress, growing fully hard at how wet you’ve become from just him humping you. He leans down to your ear, hot breath hitting your neck and starts to taunt you “It’s a shame your father caught him before he could continue. He could have seen how slutty his sister was.”

You try to keep your mouth shut, tears rolling down your cheeks as he gets himself off but he wants to hear you and raises your hips higher until you're flush against his aching cock. He bucks his hips into yours at a faster pace now, targeting your clit with each thrust, coupled with his warm breath ticking your skin. The wetness has made the cotton of your panties thin, making you feel his movements until you can't stop your moans mixed with tears from spilling out of your lips.

“Iza-na please s-stop-”

He only chuckles in response to your misery. There’s just something so satisfying to him about seeing you, the girl who made Emma call him a fucking bastard beg him for mercy. Unfortunately for you, it isn’t enough for him to make you relive your trauma, no, he wants to make you really, really hurt.

“You wouldn’t have been begging me to stop if you had just let me finish my story.” He whispers against your skin, rocking his hips slower now, in circular motions. “Or maybe you hate hearing the truth about being the problem. You should have been less prettier, less provocative-”

Your skin crawls at his words and you want to protest but you lack the ability to keep yourself and your thoughts composed as he is doing right now. “It’s your fault this kind of thing keeps happening to you. You keep making men the worst versions of themselves. Your brother, for example, was a good Christian boy until you hit puberty and all of a sudden, he couldn’t keep his hands off his dick when you’re around. Mikey had never, ever forced a girl to do something with him, he didn’t need to.”

You feel ill. You didn’t mean for the incident with your brother to happen, you had no idea he felt that way, with how he violently beat you whenever you did something wrong. You didn’t know Mikey looked at you that way either, you thought he hated you. How were you meant to know anything?

Yet, it’s still your fault. Just you, only you.

“You’re not protesting it.” He articulates with timed thrusts. Your thighs are trembling underneath his grip, meaning you’re close, but your mind is not here, it's soaking up, his every confession of how he feels. “So you know what you do to everyone. Even your father, who was a good man, always got angry with you. But despite your faults, and despite what you did to your brother he wanted to keep you and offered for you to help your brother by marrying that old man and you know what you did? You ran.”

‘I ran. I ran away like a coward.’

Your mind is numb, your body feels overwhelmed, electricity running up your body as Izana guides your hips up and down his clothed shaft, tethering you to the edge, relishing every last whimper and moan you let out. “You ran away from a family that you were given for free, I would kill to have lived with my family, no matter how shit they were. Last I heard, your brother brings girls that look like you home. Because you didn’t stay in your lane to fix your family. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“So-rry.” It comes out of your mouth before you realise it. Maybe you should be sorry for the things you have done. For making them do all those horrific things to you. “I’m sorry” you sob, choking on your words as you repeat it over and over again. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry-”

You’re still babbling when you finally twitch in his hands, cumming all over his boxers with a quiet yelp until you can’t anymore. You’re still out of it when he pulls out his dick from his confines briefly, jerking it off and to cum all over your panties and thighs not too long after.

When you come to it eventually, he dresses properly and leaves you with his twisted handiwork. The feeling of humiliation and dirtiness hangs over your head. You feel so much shame and humiliation, like there’s dirt underneath your skin that no amount of washing would make you clean. All those things Izana said to you, the memory of your own brother assaulting you and having to relive it again feels too heavy to bear, to live with.

You’re not sure you want to live in a world where Izana has all this information about you.

Something drops on your lap and you see it’s the gun that he had threatened you with earlier. “A quick bullet to the head can do the trick. You’re guaranteed to die. If you’re dead, no one will ever know what we discussed here.” He says nonchalantly, walking past you and knocks thrice on the door before turning around to face you again. “Or if you hate me so much now, you can shoot me right here” he points at the heart. “And your secrets die with me. Not even your precious Mikey knows this.”

You realise it’s one of his sick mind games, the kind an unfair god plays for his own amusement, but at this point, you don’t care. You just want an out of this world, of being blamed for things you can’t control. Everything is your fault and if you die, maybe things will go back to normal.

And you’ll never have to face Izana again.

The door opens as you begin to pick up the gun, and Kakucho attempts to run towards you, possibly to protect Izana, only for the white haired man to shove him backwards. The two men watch, one with pure horror and one with pure amusement as you slowly press the barrel of the gun to your temple, tears rolling down your eyes.

“WAIT DON’T-”

You press the trigger before he could finish his sentence.

Bonus:

“You should have seen her face when she realised there was no bullet in the gun. Kept begging me to give her one so that she could die.”

The laughter between Izana and the rest of Tenjiku sounded like roaring in Kakucho’s ears. He and Mochizuki were the only ones who didn’t find what Izana did to you funny. He hated when Izana did things like this to innocent people like you. It was agonising to hear you cry and beg him every step of the way, even to the point of apologising for things that aren’t even your fault.

Kakucho had raised some concerns about leaving you alone in the room, as you could hurt yourself, which would be detrimental to them as they still need you alive to further manipulate things to their favour. Eventually, they decided to take you back to Tenjiku’s house and lock you in Izana’s bedroom.

Still not ideal, but it’s protected.

“Bet she cries pretty, yeah?” Ran asks, after the laughter died down. “She looks like someone who cries a lot, boss.”

“Her crying face is the prettiest I’ve ever seen, but her cumming face is better. I’ve got pictures to prove it-”

“I can’t deal with this shit anymore. I’m off to bed” Mochizuki groans, pushing himself up to leave. Kakucho couldn’t blame him, the atmosphere was toxic, laughing at your suffering for no reason. The last time he left you, you were hugging your knees to your chest, crying. He feels like a piece of shit for stalking you and then trapping you in the room with Izana of all people.

But he did it anyway, so he can’t act like he’s a saint.  He was an accomplice.

“Can you check on (name) before you go to your room?” Kakucho all but pleads. He isn’t sure he could face you after what he did to you. Mochi nods and walks away.

He thinks about the first time he met you. He could only watch from afar, admiring the way you smiled, how quiet you were compared to everyone else. You were in your own world. Izana never liked you, all Kakucho knows is that Izana hates you for throwing away the thing he valued the most, your family. But you never knew that and it hurt him to see you be punished for a crime you do not know of.

It didn’t help that you were pretty, so while you were Izana’s “type” quiet, obedient, something he could break, Izana also struggled with his hatred for you. Perhaps if you were never friend’s with Emma, he would have avoided you -

“FUCK, STOP, DON’T JUMP!”

Mochizuki’s scream cut through the entire house, interrupting the discussion. The executives instantly stood up and ran in the direction of Izana’s room, where the noise came from only to be greeted by a rather gruesome sight.

You used Izana’s Egyptian silk bed sheets to hang yourself.

Mochizuki had already rushed to your unconscious body, holding you up so that you don’t cut off your air flow and Kakucho found himself untying it from the ceiling fan as quickly as possible and the makeshift noose from your neck too.

Everything felt like a fever dream, a bad one he couldn’t wake up from as Rindou started CPR on you, with Kisaki on the phone, yelling for an ambulance while Izana counted for Rindou.

“She’s breathing again, it wasn’t too long she was suspended. She’ll live... right?”

A terrible nightmare.

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