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might make a side blog ⊠for my side blog (help??? yes i know how stupid that sounds Lmfao) for multifandomâŠ.. i canât keep these tokyorev thoughts to myself anymore while keeping my blog description as âjust another bsd blogâ it makes me feel like a bullshitter
#fakebsdstan
im sorry ok the sexiness of the haitaniâs is too powerful ,, alr ??
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OSAMU DAZAI
âč SELFISH, part one | pm!dazai. smut, angst... despite knowing your relationship is going nowhere, you and dazai can't seem to keep your mindsâ or your handsâ off each other.
âł part two: CRUEL | pm!dazai. smut, angst... you've come to terms with the fact that you can't bring yourself to leave dazai, but he's determined to show you there's nothing in him worth fighting for.
âč CLOSER | smut ... in the morning, dazai likes to spoil you in bed
âč LET THE LIGHT IN | pm!dazai. smut, angst ... any woman who sleeps with dazai is a dstraction. however, like dazai, you're just as desperate for a distraction from the cruel tribulations of life
âč PERVERTED | pm!dazai. smut, dark content (*knifeplay) ... you'd do anything for dazai, right?
âč JUST ONE MORE KISS | smut... after a long day at work, you and dazai just want to indulge in each other a little
âč DIE FOR YOU | smut (drabble) ... to die with your hands around your neck is a perfect death
â
ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA
âč YOURS | smut, angst ... no matter what happens, you'll always run back into the arms of the man who taught you how to loveâ and he'll run right back to you, too
âč BEHAVE | (soft) dom!atsushi, smut ... it's about time atsushi taught you to follow the rules
âč PLEASE? | (au) camboy!atsushi, smut ... atsushi's always a good boy on camera, especially when heâs thinking about this one girl from his class âĄ
âč GIVING A HAND J*B TO ATSUSHI | smut (drabble)
â
CHĆȘYA NAKAHARA
âč WAITING FOR YOU | smut ... after a tough day at work, thereâs nothing you want more than to be dicked down by your boyfriend, chĆ«ya âĄ
â SUCH SMALL HANDS | angst, smut ... some things just never change between you and chĆ«ya
â
RYĆȘNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA
âč ALL TO MYSELF | smut... maybe it's possible to find safety in another person
âč 3 AM THOUGHTS | smut ... akutagawa masturbates while thinking of you
âč EASY DOES IT | smut ... akutagawa masturbates while thinking of you (again, hah)
âč QUIET NIGHTS IN HIS APARTMENT | fluff (drabble)
â
MICHIZĆ TACHIHARA
âł bestfriend!tachihara masterlist
âč TOUCHING YOURS | smut (multi, ft. michizĆ tachihara and saigiku jĆno)... sharing is caring (sometimes)
â
MULTI
âč TOUCHING YOURS | smut (multi, ft. michizĆ tachihara and saigiku jĆno)... sharing is caring (sometimes)
Do not steal, repost, or translate any of my writingsâ that's plagiarism!!! Feeding my work to AI is prohibited.
âł a special follow up that takes place in the same universe as the best friend!tachihara series âĄ
genre: f!reader. MDNI!!! this is smut (iâm srs iâll literally block you⊠please heed warnings). moving onâŠ
oral (f! receiving), praise, nipple play, being kinda rough (ig???), lots of swearing, some bickering, established relationship with some little fluff at the end
a/n: i love tachihara⊠this goes out to team tachihara
"You have to mix it with developer, idiot. Are you sure you can even do this?"
As you hover above him, squinting at the white plastic bottle in your hand, Tachihara raises his brow at you dubiously. "Shut up," you snap defensively. "I know exactly what I'm doing."
All he can do is roll his eyes, sighing to himself as you squeeze the bottle's contents into the mixing bowlâ "Whatever."
"Come here," you mumble, gesturing at him to sit down. It's been months since you'd last seen Tachihara because of an overseas mission, and his hair had overgrown into a black mullet, bangs falling into amber eyes and trailing down his neck in soft sweeps. He looks kind of cute like this, you think to yourself affectionately, though an impatient "What's taking you so damn longâ?" soon interrupts your musing, making you scoff out loud and remember just how fucking annoying your boyfriend can be. "Jesus, relaxâ and did you even comb your hair today?" you mutter, running your fingers through tangled tresses.
"Shuuush." He finally sinks into the chair, spreading his legs and relaxing as he feels your fingers massage his scalp. You trace the nape of his neck with your fingers, your hands smoothing over the broad expanse of his shoulders before lingering just a little longer over the muscles of his back. You sigh, taking a little bit of time to admire him. You know you should be mixing the developer right now. You know this... but being away from him for so long, you can't help but want to touch him just a little bit moreâ especially when he looks so good like this, shirtless with his hair disheveled, andâ "Mm, what are you even doing back there?" he mumbles, throwing a glance back.
"Mmm!? Nothing!" you stammer, quickly returning to mixing the developer.
"Mhm, okay, sure," he retorts, but you can hear the grin in his voice. Cheeky bastard. "You know, if you wanna kiss me, just say so~" he teases, turning around to grab at your waistâ
â and before you know it, that red hair dye is spilling over, all over your shirt and your bathroom floor.
"See, I told you that you'd fuck it up," he groans exaggeratedly.
"Hahhh? You're the one who knocked it over!" you exclaim. "â and I liked this shirt, too," you complain.
You're still going off about just how much you like the shirt â his shirt that you "borrowed" a long time ago, by the way, though you seem to have forgotten that detailâ and he's keeping your pawing hands at bay and chuckling as you flail about. "Fuck, okay, I'm sorry," he admits. "Hey, relax, relax, Iâm sorry. Alright? No point in arguing anymore. Come on, don't tell me we're not at least gonna finish what we started?" he grins, helping you out of your top and discarding it in the laundry.
What we startedâ? "That was all of the dye, Michi," you hiss, still irritated. "What is there to finish?"
"Me."
â
It's been too longâ way too long. You can feel it in the way Tachihara grabs you, urgency in every touch, like he'd been holding back the entire time since he'd returned to Japan. You wonder why it took so long to get to this moment in the first placeâ why the fuck were you both so concerned with dyeing his hair red, anyway? Who even cares about that shit?
Your fingers are tangled in his hair, and his face is buried between your thighs, one hand holding up your leg as he drags his tongue inside you and the other hand intertwined with yours. Tachihara has always been a messy eater, hungry to taste more of you and ready to indulge you, and this morning is no exception; you gasp out as he laps you up sloppily, his fingertips digging into the plush of your skin as he presses his face against you eagerly, turned on by the wet sound of his mouth slurping up your sweet pussy. "Fuuuuck, now there's that face I missed..." he muses as he glances up at your expression, a wicked grin on his lips. "We spent too much time bickering when we could have been fucking all morning long."
You watch in anticipation as Tachihara rolls on a condom, then yelp out as he grabs you by your hips and pulls you toward the edge of the bed where heâs standing. "Breathe, baby," he whispers reassuringly as he towers over you, caressing the side of your face. No matter how many months it's been, your body's no stranger to your boyfriendâ or so you thought, but the feeling of being stretched by Tachihara after so long has you wincing, remembering just how full he really makes you feel. You let out a stifled sound, something like a whimper, when you feel the thick head push past your folds, your fingers helplessly grasping at the blankets beneath you. "You can take itâ just like that, good, doing so good for me."
You take another deep breath like he instructedâ and you feel Tachihara pull out just briefly, then finally push himself back inside of you until he bottoms out completely. He lets out a quiet hiss, fingertips burrowing into your skin before he drags your hips against his in slow, patient strokes. "Missed these sweet lips," he whispers, circling his thumb over the soft plump of your lips, watching you open your mouth obediently to wet it on your tongue. "â And I missed these tits of course," he says, reaching to grope at one of your breasts with his free hand, the other still firmly gripping your waist. You whine out for him as he tugs on a nipple, roughly, smearing your own saliva across them. "You're always so sensitive here, making those cute little sounds...â he teases with a soft flick that sends a pulse straight to your core.
You whimper, covering your blushing face as he continues to play with your nipples, alternating between the now overstimulated buds. Your hips jolt, hands fisting at the sheets. You try to stifle the sound of your cries, but it's no useâ before you know it, youâre a moaning mess, rolling your hips desperately toward his. Even with your face hidden by your hands, you can feel his gaze hot on you, that arrogant smirk on his lips as he watches you writhe underneath him. âMichiâ ngh⊠Michi... Please, fuck me harder⊠please.â
"Mm?â he coos, âYeah, okay,â he whispers hotly, moving his fingers in between your legs to rub your clit, his other hand squeezing your waist.
You feel him haul you closer, spreading your thighs further apart until you feel like youâre just about to be split open. Then, he pulls the entirety of his length out of you before slamming himself so deep inside with a âFuck, so good,â muttered under his breath. His pace quickens, each thrust with more force than the last as his thumb continues rubbing on your clitâ and thereâs nowhere to hide now as you reach your climax. His name spills from you like a faucet, broken syllables until your body convulses underneath him.
âClose, Iâm gonna come, Iâm â..." he stammers out, and just like that, he unravels, fingertips burrowing into your flesh as he fucks into you harder, desperately chasing after his orgasm. You pull him close, tangling your fingers in his hair, kissing him recklessly as he falters, as his hips stutter, as warmth blooms inside you. Heâs so gorgeous, so fucking perfect, you think to yourself as he finally finishes.
âYou missed me that much, huh?â you poke at him playfully, sitting up and planting a quick kiss on his lips. Itâs your time to tease him now, you think to yourself. âI didnât know you were the sentimental type~"
âOh, and youâre not?â he pants out, still catching his breath. âI know, hm, itâs almost as if I love you or something, right?" he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
You blush, then pull him into your arms. âI love you, too,â you tell him. âAnd I missed you. Welcome back.â
i only watched bsd in sub ⊠no way tachihara told mori in the dub that he was being silly when he told yosano tha?? about hunting dogs?? are u fuckin joki ng??? rly michizou? ffs? r u ok baby?
Read Previous Parts Here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Final
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SPOILERS AHEAD
No king can reign at the top of the world forever.
When we get outside, it is already the evening, when the sun that stands at the top of our world is setting and losing its glow. The sky is dyed in a color that looks like a spill of purple broth and the warm orange color is receding into the distance. The early stars color the sky with their silver twinkles, while the moon is hovering low in the sky like a scratch mark.
We walk through the town. A warm and worn-out atmosphere is slowly flowing through the gaps between the buildings. All the elegant people cautiously turn their heads to check on us as they pass us. After all, we are covered in wounds and mud from the basement, and on top of it we look worn-out like a straw. For those who just had a long day like us, we donât have time to worry about the eyes of the passers-by.
âHow tired.â I say.
âYeah, so tired.â Dazai replies. âWhere are we going now?â
I do not say anything. I take out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket. I havenât smoked for a while, but too much has happened today.
As I am about to light the cigarette, I suddenly remember that Dazai is here. He is underage.
I change my mind and put the match back in.
âDonât worry about it. Just smoke.â Dazai says.
I hold the cigarette between my lips and give it a little thought. My thoughts waver as the cigarette wavers. But in the end, I decide to do just as Dazai said.
I light the cigarette, inhale the smoke and blow it out. The smoke rising from the tip of the cigarette swings as it is caught in the twilight.
I get off the main street and step into a narrow alley. Dazai follows me.
That is a place where the setting sun cannot reach, and the sign of the night is crouching in a little earlier. A white light cuts through the alley. It is a store sign. I stop there and open the door in front of me.
âHere?â
Dazai asks. I silently urge him to go on.
It is quiet inside the store. As I am going down the narrow and steep staircases that remind me of those secret passages, I first hear music. A rusty jazz number. A very old song about the sorrow of parting with family. Thanks to the song, I feel like going back in time with each step down. Or perhaps, compared to world out there, this store actually exists a little bit in the past.
There is no guest inside, probably because it has just opened. Illuminated under a dim light, everything in the store seems to be submerged in the yellowish-brown color at the bottom of the sea. The bartender who is wiping the glass behind the counter looks and nods at me with his eyes.
âIs this, by any chance, the place you should go before you dieâ? Dazai asks, his voice sounds disappointed. âIsnât it just a normal bar? I thought it would be a nicer place...â
âRight. There is nothing special here. Just a bar.â I honestly admit. âThere is no secret. You have been tricked.â
Dazai stands still with a blank expression on his face, as if his heart has flown somewhere else.
A long moment passes by before Dazai finally opens his mouth and let out a dumb voice.
âWhat?â
âJust think about it. How can a little guy like me know something that even the high and mighty Port Mafia does not know of? And didnât you say you were thirsty? Master, I will have the usual.â
I sit down on a bar stool. The bartender quietly puts a glass of distilled liquor in front of me.
The liquid inside the glass reflects the light and glitters smoothly. The ices clink like some kind of signal.
âWhy donât you sit down?â
I say, looking at Dazai.
Dazai still stands inside the bar with a discontent face. But after looking at the seat, the bartender then me, he slowly sits down.
Dazai orders something, his drink is brought in front of him.
No-one says anything for a while.
âHow should I put it, so in other wordsâŠâ Dazai says, his eyes fixing on his glass. âDid you lie to stop the⊠suicidal me⊠from dying?â
âNo. I am not that kind of an admirable person.â I take a sip and return the glass to the table. âThere is someone who is younger than me yet he seems to know everything about life, so I teased him a little bit. Just that.â
Those words of mine sound true and deceptive at the same time. I am just as clueless about my heart as I am with other peopleâs.
Dazai spends some time looking at me, trying to see through the meaning of my words, before he eventually gives up and shakes his head. âI canât really believe you but letâs leave it that way for now.â
âThere is no need to be upset. There is still something in this world that you can believe for sure. And there are two.â I take out the deck of trump from my pocket. âOne, you havenât beaten me at poker yet. And two, a dead person will forever lose the chance to play poker with the living.â
Dazai stares at me for a moment, but eventually his face loosens up and he laughs, âI will get rid of that leeway soon enough.â
And then we start drinking and talking about trivial things as we play poker. Our current jobs. Our favorite stores. Our hobbies. The recently published books. There are the clinkings of the glasses and the bodies that lean over to tell secret stories. There is no end to the content of our conversation. For example, like this.
âBy the way, why is someone as good as you doing such a safe and boring job like a postman?â
âBecause there is not really anything else that I can do. It has been four years since I started doing this job. It is indeed boring, but since the other guys usually retire or die on duty after a month or two, I cannot quit because we are always short of staff.â
âWha..?â Dazai rolls his eyes. âDid you just say die on duty?â
âLast week, our warehouse was bombed.â I say as I take a sip of my drink. âThere was a bomb that targeted our company in one of the packages. I threw it outside just before it exploded. If I were one second late, all the packages would have been blown up, together with all the staff.
âEh? What the hell is that?â Dazaiâs voice is a mixture of shock and confusion. âDo postmen these days work in battlefields or what?â
âIt might be pretty close to that. We are a courier that specializes in transporting dangerous packages in the dangerous areas of Yokohama. Yokohama concession, the water infested by pirates, special security zones for military research facilities. We deliver packages on time, to places that other ordinary mailing companies cannot access for various reasons. There were times we had to deliver some development parts while avoiding the attack of industrial spies, or delivered a real gun to a billionaire who has been abducted. My boss is really good at what he does, so together we are able to deliver almost anything. But we do not earn that much despite all the danger. I have not received my salary for four months now.â
âHey, wait a minute! Why didnât you tell me these stories when I was injured and bored and sleeping all the time?â
Dazaiâs expression changes. That is the face of an angry kid.
âSorry.â
âI donât need your apology! Master, another!â Dazai slams the glass on to the table. âNow that it has come to this, I will have you tell me everything. About what you have delivered so far in that job. Everything! Because I am not leaving this bar until you tell me. We will start with the story of that billionaire who you brought a real gun to!â
âIt canât be helped then.â
I finish off my drink, moisten my throat with it and begin to talk. That is the signal for the night.
The music flows. The time flows. Down our throats, the drink from the glasses flows. Our words too, quietly come out, and flow away into nowhere.
âAhhhhhahahhaha! There were two billionaires that were abducted? How could it be? Which one was the real one?â
The music flows. The time flows. It is getting deeper into the night, and the guests come and go like silver waves.
âDazai, is that for real? That guy who went against the Port Mafia turned into a monster? He shot destructive rays of light from his mouth and tried to destroy Yokohama? Which part of this story is a lie?â
There is no end to the things we want to say. They keep coming out of our mouths, as if they have been stored somewhere at the back of our throats, waiting for their turns all this time. We talk to each other, listen to each other, and share with each other. The poker cards are dealt and so many games have been decided, but neither of us seems to pay much attention to poker game.
I recall the first time I met him, when Dazai was lying in front of my house, covered in blood. Everything happened just a few days ago. I recall a few days ago when we were so far apart. If I had left Dazai there and closed my door, what would have become of us?
âOkay, I have decided. You are Odasaku.â At one point, Dazai leans overs as if he has made up his mind. âYou are too strange for a short name like Oda. And Oda Sakunosuke is just too long to call. You are Odasaku. From now on, whenever someone asks for your name, you have to say so.â
âOdasaku? That is a strange name. Sounds like a farmer. Do I have the right to change my name?â
âNo.â
âNoâŠ?â
I take a sip then say, âItâs no help then.â
Dazai orders a can of crab. I ask for a Gimlet. I havenât ordered one in a while, but for some reasons, I suddenly want to drink it.
And then we continue with our endless conversation.
About that time when I found a baby with a rattle after opening a âno shakingâ box.
That time when I had to bet my life in a duel of âAcchi Muite Hoiâ with a Middle East billionaire to get access to a smuggled jewelry distribution network. (TN: Acchi Muite Hoi is a children game in Japan. Two people are needed to play the game. After saying âAchchi Muite Hoiâ, one person will look to one of the directions (up, down, right, left) randomly, and the other person will also point their finger randomly to one of the directions. If the 2nd person can point to the same direction that the first person turns their face to, they will win the game)
The time I ran from a troop of five hundred soldiers of an armed religious organization, to protect a glass of milk that I had to deliver.
The story of how he met his partner boy who is a gravity user.
Our words eventually lose their connection and become a bunch of disjointed words drifting between the two of us. Just like the way music sometimes has meaning in every single note, rather than a series of notes, every single one of our words seems to take on a meaning of its own⊠If I am to put it in a poetic way, we have turned into instruments, instruments that play words.
âWow, it has been a long time since I last talked this much.â Dazai says as he is relaxing after speaking for a long while, as if he is tired.
âGood to know.â I say as I deal the card, for what time I donât remember. âBut we have been here a little too long. Itâs almost closing time. You are going home after this, right?â
Dazaiâs wounds have already crossed the most critical time. Just leave them like that and they will heal on their owns. My role here is over. So is our relationship.
Dazai nods and takes the cards from me. Then in a casual tone, he says those words.
âWhen are we meeting next?â
I stop what I am doing and look at Dazai.
Dazai must have known that it is not a normal thing to ask. That should be some sort of a magic word, more special than any line I have ever heard. But Dazai is just waiting for my answer with his light and innocent smile. As if it is just like inhaling and exhaling for him.
âI wonder.â I let my gaze wander while I search for the right words to say. âI donât know. You seem to be very busy. But if you want toâŠâ
âHahaha, interesting. It is surprising to see you make that kind of face. Okay! Showdown!â
He says so, then turns all the cards over.
âFour Kings. I won.â
I look at the cards in my hand and in Dazaiâs hand. It is indeed his win.
âAll the games up till this point have been to figure out how your skill works.â Dazai smiles happily. âGenerally, the future you can see is only within five to six seconds, so if I wait for seven seconds or more after the last bet to open and switch my cards at the same time, you will not be able to see that future.â
Dazai holds up the King of Clubs in his hand and shows it to me. With a flip of his hand, he turns the card and the moment he turns it back, it has become an Eight of Hearts. He flips his hand again and the card turns back to the King of Clubs. I canât tell where the cards are coming from even when looking at it up close.
âOf course, you would be wary of the switch. So, I had to distract you by conversation.â
âSo, the games and the flow of conversation till now, were both according to your plan, you mean?â
âHehe. Saying important things as a camouflage to get what you want. That is the basis of the negotiation technique.â
I ask as I organize the cards, âWhich is camouflage of which?â
Dazai expression turns blank for a second, as if he has been caught off guard. But it is only for a moment. He turns his head to the side to hide his expression and smiles. If I am not wrong, there is an embarrassed expression on his face. It is under the dark lighting of the bar, so I might have mistaken though.
ââIt is foolish to die without coming hereâ⊠you really told me some nice thing.â Dazai says, keeping his expression hidden.
I sort out the card one by one and say, âSometimes, I say the right thing, too.â
It is time for the bar to close and the guests are starting to rush out. It is time to leave. The night has fallen outside. Silence is absorbing everything.
I look at the deck of cards.
Poker is my forte, but it doesnât mean I will never lose. There is nothing absolute in this world. It is inherently impossible to control anything in this world. All we can do is to accept it and at the very least, enjoy it as we resist it.
In a corner of a bar, somewhere in the past, in a whirlpool of future uncertainty.
âEven if you flip a card a thousand times, and a thousand times it come out as you expected, there is no guarantee that it will come out right the 1001th time.â I say.
âYeah. Iâve learned that this time too.â (TN: Dazai switches his pronoun from âbokuâ to âwatashiâ for the first time here. âBokuâ is usually used by younger boys while âwatashiâ is more formal and neutral. It can be considered a sign of growth.)
âWatashi?â
âDoes it sound strange?â
Dazai smiles, a smile that seems somewhat more mature from what it was just a moment ago.
I shake my head. So many things happened today.
âAs to your question,â I say as I am standing up. âI canât be sure if I can meet up next time. I am a pretty moody guy, you know it too. And I still have my own problems to deal with.â
Dazai nods, âYou mean those ex-cops?â
âThose guys wonât give up. Even if they do, I donât think they are gonna be the last. We should assume that the information about the âpaintingâ has been leaked to others also. Even if I flee to the other side of the world, the information will eventually catch up to me.â
People in the underworld always have horizontal connections somewhere. I donât know how the guys of â48â found out about my past, but they probably bought the information from another criminal organization. Even if they didnât, there is still a chance that â48â will sell my information to another criminal organization. If that is the case, then I will have more than just them to take care of. There might come a day when it becomes too much for me to handle.
âCome on. You are still worried about that?â Dazai folds his arm. âIsnât there already a simple solution for that?â
âThere is?â
âIf the other side of the world doesnât work, you can run to a deeper place.â Dazai speaks in a light tone and shrugs. âA place so deep that no criminal organizations can reach. And it is not that far away from here. The place is right here in Yokohama.â
After saying so, he smiles, âIf you die without going there, you are a fool.â
I ponder for a while and come up with one place.
It is true that if I go there, no criminal organization will be able to meddle with me anymore.
That is the darkest place of Yokohama. Covered in a black storm of violence, a shrine of the night. The people in there are tied by an iron rule. If one of their members is attacked by an outsider, they will turn into a row of fangs and bite the enemies.
âNo-one can run away from his past.â Dazai smiles as he says. âBut if you go there, it is a different story.â
âAre you saying that I should join it?â
âIt is up to you.â Dazai smiles. âBut I promise you. If you join, you will no longer be bothered by anything from your past. Because no past can touch that place.â
âWhere is the place?â
Dazai smiles with pride. Then he opens his arms invitingly.
And he says them, those words that will change the future and decide its fate.
omg hi!!!! im so glad to finally found an active tokyo rev writer đ this req might be kind of unhinged so i completely get it if you dont wanna do it. okay so imagine ex-bf sanzu filming reader (consensual ofc) while theyâre having sex and then he âpromisesâ itâs only for his pleasure. but knowing sanzu ofc thatâs a lie and he ends up sending it to mayb her new bf or her husband đł (if you wanna skip the cheating itâs fine!!! then just with the consensual filming then maybe he uses it to threaten her to get back with him)
âyouâre shaking,â he whispers, breath hot against your collarbone.
âyou nervous, baby?â
you try to shake your head, but the truth is you are nervous. not because of him. not even because youâre somewhere you shouldnât be. but because of the phone propped up on the dresser across from the bed youâre lying on, its lens pointing straight at you.
he had suggested it earlier â âfor my pleasure,â he said. âjust once. please let me keep this one.â
and maybe it was the heartbreak, or maybe just the shock, but you didnât argue. you simply nodded â anything to block out the sting of your husbandâs betrayal. now, the phone rests on the dresser across the room, already recording the sinful scene thatâs about to unfold.
âiâll ask you one last time, are you really sure about this??â
you nodded.
âyou want him to see how you fall apart for me?â
you give a slow, silent nodâ lips parted, breath already shaking as your mind reels back to what happened just a few hours ago.
** flashback
you had shown up at your husbandâs office unannounced. coffee in hand, heels clicking against the marble floor only to immediately freeze in place when you caught the sight of him kissing another woman. his hands were on her waist, her blouse already undone â and he didnât even noticed when you walked in. he just kept going.
you didnât bother to scream or make a big scene. you simply turned around and left â coffee still warm in your hand, heart breaking quietly in your chest.
and that was when something in you snapped. later, when the silence in your chest turned heavy with resentment, you did the one thing you knew would hurt him more than anything else.
you hit up the man you were never supposed to see again. your ex-boyfriend, sanzu haruchiyo.
sanzu answered on the first ring.
âh-haruâŠ?â
ââŠbaby?â his voice cracked through the speaker, laced with disbelief.
âa-are you serious?? am i dreaming right now or are you actually calling me but wait⊠why do you sound like youâre crying??â
you sniff, lips trembling as you say, âi- i need you right now, haru...â
thereâs a beat of silence.
then his voice drops â no teasing this time, just low and serious,âwhere are you now?â
â⊠at a hotel.â
âtext me the location & room number⊠iâll be on my way.â
you nod, even though he canât see it. and as you end the call, your fingers are still shaking. you donât know if this is a mistake. but right now, itâs the only thing that feels like revenge.
if your husband could have his filthy little secret, then so could you.
** present
which is how you ended up here.
in a hotel room â naked beneath the man you swore youâd never call again, still wearing a ring that suddenly feels meaningless. and maybe it always was.
his hips move slow, each thrust dragging along your walls like he wants the lens to memorize the way you open up for him. and then he pulls back just enough to watch you flutter, then thrusts in again, wet and slow, dragging a whimper from your throat.
âfuckkk, baby⊠do you know how much iâve missed you???â his voice cracks, hips still grinding into you like heâs trying to carve the feeling back into his bones.
âyou feel the same, donât you? fuckâ i knew it. i fucking knew it!! your body never forgot me.â he groans, burying himself deeper.
âyouâre still mine, baby. fuckâ look at you, clenching so tightâ like you want me to ruin you all over again.â his hand curls around your throat, thumb stroking your jaw like youâre precious even as he fucks you like a sinner.
âsay it. tell me you missed me too. i wanna hear you say it with his fucking ring still on your finger.â
âi-i did⊠i missed you so fucking muchâŠâ your voice breaks as you gasp through it, back arching. âd-donât stop. pleaseâŠ. make me forget him. make me remember you.â
the sight beneath him made his cock twitch. his ex-girlfriend, the love of his goddamn lifeâ fucked out and gasping, laid bare as if sheâd never left. her wedding ring still on, mascara running down her cheeks and her pussy clenching around him like the years apart hadnât meant a thing. itâs almost as if her body never forgot who it really belonged to.
âfuck, baby⊠we should send him a copy. maybe heâll learn a thing or two,â he says with a grin, turning around to look straight at the phone.
then he looks down at you, watching your body tremble as you moan in front of him, too far gone to even pretend youâre not enjoying this.
ânow smile for the camera, pretty girl,â he growls, fingers gripping your jaw tight. âlet him see how much you love being fucked by your ex-boyfriend.â
your face is streaked with tears and drool, lipstick smeared from how rough he kissed you earlier. his palm finds your hand and he brings it up into frame, holding it steady so the lens catches the glint of your wedding ring.
âthere it is,â he growls. âsay my name with that ring in the shot.â
and when you do, voice crackingâ âh-haruchiyoâ!â
he immediately loses it.
without warning, he flips you onto your stomach, grabs your hips like heâs about to break something, and yanks you up hard. across the room, his phone stays steady on the dresserâ camera still rolling, red light blinking. it captures everything: the slick between your thighs, the bruises blooming under his grip, and the exact moment he thrusts back into you hard enough to knock the air from your lungs.
your breath is still hitching from the aftershocks when he suddenly palms your chest like he never once forgot the weight of it.
âdamn⊠i missed these tits,â he groans, voice low as his thumbs sweep over your nipples. âthey still fit in my hands like they were made just for me...â
youâre practically a sobbing mess now, but your hips keep moving â pressing back into him like youâve got something to prove. itâs almost as if your body knows who it truly belongs to, even if your mouthâs too wrecked to say it.
âfuck, thatâs itââ he groans, breath stuttering.
you sob his name like a prayer thatâs already failed.
âharuchiyoâ fuck i c-canât too roughâ your voice catches as he thrusts deeper, and it sounds like youâre falling apart from the inside out.
âohhh, but you can,â he pants.
ââ because youâre mine.â
your body gives out with a broken cry, face buried in the sheets as you come undone. he follows right after, hips jerking as he empties inside you with a low, guttural moan. then he pulls out slow, both hands dragging your legs apart to watch the mess he made. his cum drips from your cunt in slow, filthy threads, and he just grins â tongue flicking out, like heâs seriously considering licking it all up.
âthatâs mine,â he mutters. âevery fucking drop.â
afterward, he rises from the bed with his phone in hand, brings it to your chest, and tilts it down. the camera captures everything â the sweat slicking your skin, the soft rise of your tits, and the slow, obscene drip of his cum spilling out from between your thighs. in the corner of the frame, your wedding ring catches the light; gleaming like a cruel little punchline to everything he just did to you.
then his voice â low and mocking, just behind the phone:
âsmile for your husband, baby. make sure he knows who really fucked you tonight.â
the screen goes black.
âââ
somewhere in Tokyo, 3:15AM
a phone buzzes on the cold nightstand. a womanâs hand reaches for itâ manicured, red polish chipped from a recent rendezvous.
notification:
đ§ A deposit of „72,000,000 JPY đŽ has been credited to your account.
she smiles. rises up from the bed and slips her blouse back on like this was just another job. beside her, your husband lies dead asleep â collar stained, belt hanging open with lipstick still fresh on his neck.
she glances at him, unimpressed. then at the mirror, where a faint bruise marks her neck.
âmen are so predictable,â she mutters under her breath, quietly slipping her lipstick back into her pouch. just as her fingers graze the handle of her handbag, a soft ting echoes from the nightstand.
she pauses. and then turns to pick up her phone with one hand.
a single message from an unknown number pops up the screen:
âhope you enjoyed your little role, sweetheart. it was nice working with you.â
