As a child, growing up with any lack of good direction or faith gave Haitani Ran an almost scary sixth sense when a person was completely foreign to his world of sin and greed.Ā
Ran liked to think it was also his entire adult life spent in Kanto Manji, and now, Bonten which helped him discern the different types of brokenness in this messed up world.Ā
It was a game he played with himself; observing the way some of them walkedāan errant glance away or a quirk which would draw his sleepy-sharp lilac eyes to their floundering presence. He could almost always tell which girls in his club were the runaways. The druggies. The ones with abusive boyfriends. Sometimes, he liked to make a bet with his brother, Rindou, and see which one of them could get close enoughāfast enoughāto fuck the truth out of these crummy girls.Ā
But, in all fairness, Ranās game must be growing weak because the woman who had just entered his club was a complete enigma.Ā
The taste of Hennesy was strong on his tongue; his hand clawing the warming glass with an uncharacteristic tension. Mikey had just expressed his suspicions of a mole in the organisation this afternoon, and Ran was on edge from figuring out which of the newly onboarded goons seemed the most suspicious.Ā
In his heightened state of paranoia, he couldnāt be faulted for immediately spotting you from his perch in the VIP room the very second you stepped in.Ā
Neatly styled hair, with press on nails clutching a small Balenciaga bag to your chest. A dress which fitted you perfectly and looked to be cut from a designerās hand.Ā
You definitely weren't the usual type of girl who swam with the sharks in these tanks. And so, the infamous older Haitani brother called over one of his men, nodding in your direction. āKeep an eye on the prissy one. She doesnāt look like she belongs here.āĀ
āYes, Sir.āĀ
His bodyguard bowed, exiting down to keep an eye on this suspicious young woman who had caught his underbossā attention. Ran lit up a cigarette, wishing he had something stronger with him besides menthol sticks when he noticed you crossing paths with someone in the middle of the dance floor. His eyes were quick to catch it.Ā
A cordial nod. Something passed in a tiny ziplock bag into your hand.Ā
Your smile which fractured a bouncing neon light across your surprisingly white teeth.Ā Ā
Ran immediately stood up, cigarette clenched between his teeth. Maybe this kind of attitude would cut it in other territories, but the King of Roppongi would never allow such an offence right under his nose. The people of this neonscape should only be taking meth from his supplies and his supplies only.Ā
This could result in a potential gang war once word leaks out.Ā
Ran took matters into his own hands, stubbing out his cigarette, beckoning another guard to him.Ā
āBring her up,ā he pointed towards you. āAnd tell her the boss of the club wants to meet her up here for drinks. But, donāt scare her. I donāt want too much trouble tonight.āĀ
The goon nodded, marching out of the room. Ran pinched the bridge of his nose, massaging it firmly. Already, he could hear your protests coming up the stairs, and mentally braced himself to thoroughly search you. This was going to be a long night.Ā
āāIām innocent!āĀ
āHe just wants to have drinks with you, miss.ā
āBut, I can order it downstairsāāĀ
āājust for a minute, missāā
āI have a husbandāāĀ
Feisty. Ran was intrigued by your fire. Without warning, he stood up and pried the VIP door open, stumbling you into a halt mid-tirade. After years of honing his charisma and working on his natural good looks, Ran sensed more than knew when a woman was succumbing to his charms. Their wide eyes would inevitably look him up and down, like you did, lingering on his broad chest, the slicked-back lilac hair. The piercing purple gaze and the sharp, handsome lines of his face.
He plastered on his most charming smile. āYou must be the woman who has captured my attention. Pleaseājoin me for a drink.ā His presence was dazzling, like a Venus Flytrap opening up boldly and brightly to seduce its bug-eyed prey before devouring them.Ā
You were taken by the hand, deep into the heart of Roppongiās most notorious club. Like entering a lionās den, you didnāt know where to look firstāthe seedy velvet couches, the lines of white still dotting the glass tables, or the sight of empty gun holsters upturned carelessly on the cushion seats.Ā
Ran sensed your increasing panic and slung a long arm around your shoulder, drawing you deeper into his side. āDonāt be afraid,ā he grinned, all sharp knives for teeth and false promises. āNothingās gonna happen to you here. I promise.ā You looked like you didnāt believe him, not for one second, and Ran rushed forward to introduce himself, playing the part of the flustered club owner who was enamoured by you.Ā
āMy name is Haitani. Ran Haitani. I couldnāt help but notice someone like you entering my club and I just had to know you.āĀ
āWhy?ā you were sceptical. Disbelieving.Ā
Ran hummed. From the corner of his eye, his bodyguard was tapping away on his screen, pretending to look bored when everyone in the room knew he had the most important job of all. It wasnāt hard to coax you into the velvet seatāyou looked like you would bolt at any second, but at the mention of gin on the house, you visibly relaxed.Ā
There was a look to you that was familiar, Ran decided. You had a face someone wouldāve seen somewhere in magazines. Pretty, but not pretentious. Just conventionally attractive enough to hold his eye but not to indulge in it. Someone like a Chief of Justiceās wife, or a Presidentās mistress. Maybe he shouldnāt think so lowly of your position just because you were hereāyou couldāve been a CEO of your own company, except most girl bosses he knew would be asleep at this time of the night to prepare for another day in their obnoxious offices.Ā
You sipped on a glass, careful to keep a distance from him. Ran noticed your lips never fully touched the glass rim, like you had practised all of your life to not leave a mark anywhere you went.Ā
Most definitely someone related to a politician. His mind was racing, sifting through the sudden wickedness arising in his putrid thoughts.
A daddyās girl turned rebellious. A trust fund granddaughter looking to blow off steam.Ā
Something about you was familiar. And, you had mentioned a husband.Ā
Ran pursed his lips, and he was about to straight up ask you who you were, when his bodyguard passed him the phone he had been casually typing on. Those sleepy lilac eyes widened infinitesimally, his breathing stuttering.
He had seen your name beforeāit rang in the recesses of his memory.
But, that would meanā¦
Tsunake. Tsunake Y/N.Ā
It seemed like fate decided to extend a kind hand the years he spent trying to avenge his one and only best friend.Ā
Ranās grin became predatoryātinged with a hint of excitement.Ā
āSoā¦ whatās the mayorās wife doing in this part of the town?āĀ
Having blown your cover off, Ran was left with your comically alarmed expression. You nervously set your glass down, tittering through tight, red lips. āWhat makes you think I have a reason to be here?āĀ
Without warning, he slung his arm around your waist. It happened too fastāfading into a blur. One second, you thought he was going to force himself on you, and before you could even scream, this mysterious man had managed to flip open your purse and pry out the ziplock pouch of drugs.Ā
āH-heyā!ā
āEcstasy,ā Ran pried open the bag, taking one sniff of the contents. āMixed with a little bit of molly. Are you looking to have a cardiac arrest tonight, Princess?āĀ
You bristled, baring your teeth. Despite being filled with two glasses of gin, you were surprisingly still sprightly on your feet. āGive that back,ā you muttered hotly, glaring daggers into his skull. āItās none of your fucking business what I takeāyou have no right to search me like that.āĀ
āOh, but I do.ā Standing to his full height, Ran resisted smirking when you flinched and took a step back, bowed by his sheer size that towered over you. āIām the owner of this club, sweetheart, and thanks to your stupidity, I now have you recorded through CCTVs picking up a trade on the dancefloor. Iām sure your husbandāthe Mayor of Tokyoāwould hate to see pictures of his sweet wife blowing up in the tabloids in the middle of a buyoff, would he?āĀ
The fire in your eyes dimmed, and if it was possible, even your diamond earrings dangling from your lobes lost their lustre. āYouā¦ how did you know?āĀ
Ran shrugged. āI know a lot of things.āĀ
A snarl decorated your blush red lips. āAre you blackmailing me?āĀ
This time, Ran couldnāt help but grin. āYou catch on fast.āĀ
Shifting your weight from one foot to another, your withering gaze alternated between faux contempt and dread. Your mind worked quickly, Ran observed. Those pretty eyes darted back and forth, between the languid stances of his men trained to lunge at your throat in a momentās notice, to the gangly, smug man who held your reputation in his depraved hands.Ā
āWhat do you need me to do?āĀ
You expected him to list off money and favours, not to snort and say, āWhat do you think I would want?āĀ
āIf itās money youāre looking for, you wonāt find it with me. My husband is not the generous kind,ā you argued back hotly.Ā
āPass. Not what I had in mind.ā
You wracked your brain. āI donāt have many connections outside of my home. I canāt give you political leverage and my husband doesnāt listen to me.ā Your hands were beginning to sweat, hoping with all your might he bought your shoddy lie. Ran appeared like he didnāt.
āCome on. A husband who doesn't listen to his wife? Impossible.āĀ
Sauntering towards you, his grin was a cocky curve standing out from the garish neon lights. Those half-mast eyes held a surprising gleam of reprehensible intent when they bore straight into your wide ones. āYouāre lying to me. I bet you had to sneak out of your own castle to get here, Princess.āĀ
He wasnāt wrong. You bit down on your tongue to avoid blurting out those incriminating words. āI told you. I donāt have the kind of power and influence youāre looking for.āĀ
āWell,ā Ran tilted his head to the side. āSeems like weāre at an impasse here. But, no matter. Iāve learned a lot in this life, Princess. And one thing that I canāt deny? How someoneās hand can move their own fate if they tried hard enoughā¦ or, theyāre given a big enough shitstorm to wade through.ā
You almost asked him what he meant when he pressed a hand onto your bare waist. The cold from his silver rings seeped into your skin, and you wouldāve jerked backwards into the wall if it wasnāt for his grip tightening around you.Ā
āEasy,ā Ran murmured, pinning those heavy eyes onto you. He looked like he wouldāve nodded off to sleep if you hadnāt felt the steel in his gripāhow easily he could overpower you. āIām not here to hurt you. I want you to trust me.āĀ
Trust him? You almost spat back how stupid that idea was when he was steering you back to the velvet couches. Passing you a drink, he pressed it firmly into your hand with more force than necessary, and you sensed that you had no choice in refusing his offer.Ā
Ran tipped his glass to clink yours, downing his gin and tonic in one go. You tentatively sipped on yours, wincing at the alcohol burn when it went down. The music changed, and without much reason why, the room felt more at ease. Those guards went back to their corners, playing poker, talking loudly, laughing rowdily. None of them were paying you two any attention, and even the lights felt warmer somehow. More welcoming.Ā
You felt pleasantly sleepy, and Ran took your glass before it could spill onto the carpeted ground.Ā
āAre you okay?āĀ
āMhm, tired,ā you slurred, slumping forward to rest your head on his shoulder. He smelled niceālike warmed vanilla bourbon on a rainy day. āI dunno why. I think I need toā¦ to close my eyesā¦āĀ
You had no idea how you ended up in his lap. Why his lips were on yours, tongue slowly tangling with yours in the deepest kiss of your life. You tasted the gin he downed, skin and something musky which reminded you of sweaty bodies writhing together. It made you wet; made you gasp into his mouth which heatedly spilled hoarse praises right down your throat. You were gripping his hair, his shoulders, his jacket. Trying to find an anchor to the sensations threatening to drag you under.Ā
Ran kissed down your neck, sucking and mouthing on the skin hard enough that you could feel throbbing marks left behind.
āCan I touch you?ā he breathed into the shell of your ear. You had no idea what compelled you to nod, but the second you did, his hand was between your legs, prying the seat of your thong aside.
He cursed under his breath when he felt how slick you were; how your folds were all glistening and ready just for him.Ā
You started to rock your hips needily, little whimpers trickling past your clenched teeth. āRanā¦ Ranā¦āĀ
His name sounded like a chimeāa mantra you repeated over and over again as your thighs shook and your head lolled back. His slender, nimble fingers were too good. They were made for edging a girl right to a cresting orgasm; those cold rings touching your heated flesh left goosebumps at their wake, the contrasting sensations enough to make you even dizzier.
āRanāā you cried out, back arching and clutching his hair in your death grip. He kissed the rise of your chest, sticky and glittering with sweat.
āCum for me,ā he murmured, hooking his finger against a tender spot inside of you which made your hips twitchāa minute tick signalling your desperation. āLet go for me, Princess.āĀ
Every fibre of your being held no resistance; falling for his silky command. You remembered the searing heat, the tears beading on your lash line, how your hips were rocking to his mesmerising fingers which bullied more pleasure into your wrecked body.Ā
Ran kissed you deeply while you came all over his fingers, your sobs and gasps reverberating around the strangely still room.Ā
The last thing you heard was his voice in your ear, asking if he should call you a cab, and the next, your eyelids fluttered shut, the entire world going black.Ā
You felt more than heard someone coming into a room.Ā
Blinking your eyes awake, a weight settled at the foot of a soft bed, shirtless except for a pair of boxers clinging around his narrow hips. Silvery pale moonlight brushed strokes of pearlescent streaks on his inked torso, and slowly, the half-body of a dragon was coming into focus. Rushing to your senses, you gasped, sitting up, patting every inch of your body only to find you were still in your sparkly dress from last night.
āMorning, sunshine,ā Ran mused, turning towards you with a cheeky grin on his handsome face. In your throes of deciphering the tattoos on his torso, you hadnāt noticed the ink at the base of his throatāa geometrical design which looked familiar, but you couldnāt quite remember where you had seen it before.Ā
āWhere am I?ā your hoarse voice sounded crass even to your own ears. You cleared your throat, and he passed you a glass of water by his bedside table.Ā
āMy penthouse,ā he said simply, like it was the most obvious answer. āI took you home after you passed out on top of me.āĀ Ā
Blinking, you set the glass down. A crawling sensation was growing in the back of your throat, slithering down your belly and settling right in the base of your body frozen to this bed. You glanced at the doors, windows and crevices of this room, looking for a place to hideāto run.Ā
You had no idea what this man could want with you, but you sensed it was nothing good.Ā
As if he could read your uneasy thoughts, Ran chuckled. āIām not here to hurt you. After all, I already got what I wanted from you.āĀ
Before you could prod deeper, Ran pulled up his phone, tapping on the screen. A grainy video of you straddling his lap while he kissed you with feverish lust came up, and you watched, struck with horror as your entire body fell apart for him, crying out his name with your toes curled in the periphery and back arched. All while you were already married to another man.
āNoāā you swiped at the phone and he held it back, standing up tall and dangling it over your head.Ā
Tears streaked down your face, joined with snot and a cacophony of your bitter protests. āPlease, donāt do this!āĀ
Your bleats barely phased him; after all, Ran Haitani was a man who had many begging at his feet to spare them or give them their sanity back. āNo.ā
The word devastated you, and you swore you felt your soul break into two. If word of this ever reached back to your husbandā¦
District elections were just around the corner and your husbandās record had to be spotless. Any word of your actions tonight in the club, or even a whiff of your involvement with a man such as Ran, would ruin the airtight politically perfect reputation he had.Ā
I have to protect him. You tried to make a grab for the phone again, but Ran jerked it away, shark-like grin growing wider, amused by this little game you two were playing.Ā
āRan, pleaseāā
āI wonāt tell him,ā the bastard promised, a purple cowlick falling against his smooth forehead. Those neatly plucked brows furrowed together, and you could sense a ābutā somewhere behind his false reassurances. āButāI want you to do something for me.ā
Here it was. In your mind, you pictured bribes. judging from his gang tattooāshipments of drugs. A place to hide dead bodies.Ā
You never expected what he wouldāve said next.Ā
āI want you to try and stop your husband from raiding our warehouses.āĀ
Stupefied, your shoulders slumped forward. Tears beaded in your lash line. āHow do you expect me to do that? I told you, he doesnāt listen to meāā
āMayor Tsunake is a reasonable man,ā Ran eyed you down the length of his nose. āDonāt you think so, Mrs. Tsunake?āĀ
The sound of your married name coming from his rancid lips made you want to hurtle a fist right into his smug face. But, you sensed more than knew that Ran was a fucked up man in a position of high powerāany sign of your rebellion will be met with consequences you couldnāt begin to fathom.Ā
You eyed the tattoo on his neck again. āI canāt make that promise. Iām sorry,ā you added, hoping he would let you go and forget about this entire night. All you wanted to do was head back home, ransack your alcohol supply and drink the memories of this horrible meeting away. Maybe you were locked in a dreamātucked safely in your Queen-sized bed while your imagination presented you with your worst nightmare.Ā
But, this was more than just a figment of your nighttime terrors. Ran was real. This shitstorm you were in was real.Ā
And it was waiting for you to step into its eye.Ā
You swallowed. āWhat else do you want?āĀ
Ranās smirk tightened around the edges. āGood girl. I knew you would see reason.ā Putting his phone down on the bed, he patted the edge, asking you without words to sit next to him. The mattress sank under both of your weight, and you kept a distance from him, jaw tight and fists balled on your lap.
One heavily ringed hand reached towards you, and you tried not to flinch when he gently patted your cheek.Ā
āI want you to make yourself available to me. Iāve slept with plenty of women before, but never a mayorās wife. Itās thrillingāthis joy of trying not to get caught.ā Those nimble fingers formed a loose cage around your throat, flexing them as if he were taken by a sudden, raunchy memory. āYou were such a little slut in the club,ā he crooned. āI want to push you harderāsee what youāre capable of. All while you donāt let Mr. Mayor himself hear a peep from our little agreement, hmm?āĀ
Heat soused down your spine, dusting your cheeks. Iām dreaming. You were in a complete daze. I must be dreaming because this isnāt real.Ā
āWhy are you doing this?ā was all you could whisper, trying not to lapse into a tearful rage; your roaring emotions held behind a glass wall. You felt like the entire world could smell your shameājudge your stupidity.Ā
Ran moved his hand down the column of your throat, skimming just above the rise of your left breast. He palmed it without a single word, satisfied how you squirmed in distress but didnāt make a move to stop his groping. Fondling the plump flesh, he squeezed it, flickering those lackadaisical lilac eyes to your mortified expression.
āWhy?ā He asked nonchalantly, slowly playing with your stiffening nipple underneath the flimsy silk and lace. The sharp edge of his thumb nail dragged along the perky bud, and he flicked it once, as if reprimanding your instant arousal. You flinched, soft gasp echoing around the spacious room, and his grin widened.
āWell, why not?āĀ
Waking up alone in your large mansion, your entire body felt too heavy.Ā
After the events of last night, you had stumbled back home, tiptoeing past the maidsā rooms, careful to not wake anyone before you succumbed to your deluge of raging sobs.
You mustāve fallen asleep sometime in the middle of your temper tantrum.Ā
The space beside you was empty, and Makko mustāve still been out with his entire PR team, strategizing his winning message to blaze through campaign season. You barely noticed his absence last nightāwho wouldāve thought a single excursion out to relieve your tension of being the perfect political wife resulted in your ensnaring tanglement with a dangerous, dark man.
Picking up your phone, you squinted at the sudden bright light on the screen, finding an unknown message.Ā
It was an attachment, and you dread pooled deep in your belly when you read the text.
Until next time ā H.RĀ
Tapping open the picture, you nearly choked on your spit when you noticed your thong peeking through his clenched fist which was casually resting on the half of his inked chest. Your eyes burned as they scanned through the dips and divots of his muscles, and your throat ran dry, remembering how he had moved your body in ways you hadnāt expected a stranger could.
It was like he knew youāknew what you liked and what you wanted.
Without warning, his next text chimed in.Ā
Are you awake?Ā
He was waiting for an answer.
Heart in your throat, you texted back.Ā
Yes, I am.Ā
His reply came a second later. Good. Take off your clothes if youāre wearing any and lay back in bed.Ā
Glancing at your modest cotton nightgown, you felt a shiver run down your spine which had nothing to do with the wind-free AC humming above you.Ā
Why?
His answer was instantaneous.
Why not? Or did you forget our agreement?Ā
The video. He was dangling it over your head like your deepest scarlet letterāgoading you to deny him so he could make your marriage and husbandās career burn. It was with this single note of love towards the man whose ring was on your finger that you followed his instructions.Ā
Once you were naked and lying back on your bed, you texted him a terse:Ā
I did what you asked.Ā
Send a picture.Ā
The humiliation couldāve skinned you alive, but you complied. Angling your phone high up so your face was cut off, you snapped a picture of your bare body and sent it to another man who wasnāt your husband as you were perched right on your marital bed, fighting back the urge to find that bastard and kick him right in the balls.Ā
Ran replied a second later.
Good girl. Iām going to call you now.
Without another second to spare, your phone vibrated.
You quickly grabbed your wireless buds, slotting them into your ears and pressed answer.Ā
āThose sheets look comfortable,ā he hummed, as a way of greeting. Your sour silence made him laugh. āOh, lighten up. At least look a little happy. I did give you a huge orgasm last night.āĀ
Ran was shirtless, the dips of his collarbones gleaming in the low light of what appeared to be his bedroomāthe tattoo on his throat strikingly dark and haunting. His duvet was a downy white colour, the pillows under his head plush and inviting.Ā
You spared a glance at your locked door before flitting your gaze back to his half-mast purple eyes. āWhat do you want?āĀ
Ran hummed. āIs your husband there?āĀ
Your brow furrowed, and he had his answer.Ā
āAngle the camera to your pussy. Show me how you touch yourself.ā Your minute hesitation earned you a hard glare. āNow, Y/N. Or, yesterday nightās video will be in the mayorās inbox in less than 5 minutes.āĀ
The tattoo gleaming from his throat made you shiver, and you hastened to follow his orders. Lifting your phone and balancing it on your sternum, you aimed the camera right between your legs, thighs still chastely clasped together.Ā
āGood girl,ā he purred. āNow, spread your folds. Touch yourself.ā
You obeyed him, like a puppet to a demented masterāyou touched yourself for Haitani Ran to enjoy, your forced submission a feast which he devoured upon. Ranās breathing grew heavier from the other end of the line, and you heard the hitch in his groan when you parted your slick folds, showing off the strands of arousal webbing in between your middle and index fingers.
āTaste yourself.āĀ
Your cheeks burned, and humiliation once again trampled all over your common sense to put a stop to this. In a sick, twisted way, the pain of not having control over your own bodyāyour own reactionsāwas downright heady.Ā
A blissful buzz hummed in your mind, and you barely gave another lucid thought before your fingers were stuck down your throat, lapping at your own sweet and salty nectar. Ran couldnāt see you deepthroating your own digits, but he heard the soft squelch of your tongue and mouth.Ā
āFuckātouch yourself again.āĀ
His command was met with little resistance. You rubbed your clit, mouth falling open, your soft pants filling the space of this luscious bedroom.Ā
āAre you close?ā Ranās husky voice filled your ears, and you suddenly came to the realisation of how pleasant his voice sounded. Not too brash or low. Just the right amount of husky and baritone.
āMhm,ā you murmured. So far, you hadnāt moaned or mewledātoo stubborn to let yourself admit to your bodyās baser needs and how Ran was adeptly pleasuring you, even when he was far away. You kept your teeth clamped onto your lower lip, only allowing yourself a few trembling breaths.
āI can see your hips twitching.ā His voice was going to drive you insane. āLook at how hard those nipples are. Theyāre so aroused.ā You glanced down at the buds straining in the cool air, and something about his casual observations on your body made your walls clenchāsucking in your fingers deeper.
Without warning, a soft moan slipped past your clenched teeth.
Ran was quick to reactāto swallow down on your shame. āWhat was that? Is the little slut getting turned on from this? Thatās pathetic. Iām not even touching you.ā He continued with his parade of casual cruelty, making you feel both small and desirable. āCome on. Moan for me again. You can show me youāre a whore again, yeah?ā
What is wrong with me? It was like you had zero control over yourself; your body was responding to such blatant degradationānipples circling and hips twitching. You could taste your orgasm in the back of your throat.Ā
āMhm!ā you cried out, glad he wasnāt here to see your mouth falling further open, or the saliva pooling down the corner of your lips. āS-Shitā¦āĀ
Your hips had a life of their own; they swirled, twitched and pushed against your furious fingers, pumping to try and take you down your high. Youāve never squirmed this badly for a manānever shamelessly moaned for him to release you from ecstasyās hostage.Ā
āPlease,ā you gasped out. Ran chuckled softly. āI-I needāā
āNo,ā his voice, silky smooth, was deceptively drenched with pity. āYou canāt come, baby. You know I wonāt give you that so easily. Stop touching.āĀ
Your fingers couldn't seem to cooperate. Your whine was saturated with absolute need. āWh-why? Pleaseā¦āĀ
āNo. Stop right now or Iāll release the video.āĀ
That threat was enough to throw cold water on your arousal, and you immediately ripped your hand away from your thighs, crying out softly in protest and embarrassment. Ran was quiet as your pants turned into ragged breaths, your thighs twitching like someone was running aftershocks through your veins.
āTurn the camera back to your face.ā
You knew better than to disobey him. The second the front camera switched on, you almost flinched in shock. Your eyes were red-rimmed, like you had been cryingāthey were wide and glossy, not a hint of defensiveness in them. It was like Ran had stripped you free of your prickliness, leaving you in a ball of your own vulnerability. The shame and hormones coasting in your system left your cheeks flushed and mouth wet with spit.
You looked like a woman who had been purely ravaged, all desperate and teary.
Ran, in contrast, barely had a hair out of place. He still wore that same easy smirk, though the apples of his cheeks were a bit pinker than you recalled.Ā
āGo and take a picture of yourself and send it to me. Iāll be waiting, Y/N.ā He didnāt give you a chance to protest, clicking the call off and leaving you stewing in your thoughts.
Your mind was on overdrive, the tips of your fingers tingling. Ran mustāve given you a choice to send in the picture when he left you alone to your devices; as a way for him to gauge how serious you took his threat.Ā
The burning shame pooled in the back of your eyelids, and you let your head fall back into the pillows, exhaling a hitched breath that sounded almost like a sob.
Why is he doing this? What does he want?Ā
Ran had taken your body through the wringer; testing both your patience and determination to protect your husbandās reputation at the expense of your sanity.Ā
But, was it worth it?Ā
The ticking clock on your wall counted down your minutes of procrastination. Ran had never mentioned when he expected you to send in the pictureādid he want it now? A spike of anxiety clobbered your chest. Oh god, what if he had been expecting it a few minutes ago and was already about to send the video of you grinding on his fingers to your poor, loyal husband?Ā
Quickly, you sprang to your feet, ignoring the throb of neglect between your thighs to pose in front of the mirror. The morning sun splayed itself across your bare stomach, speckling across your chest and arms. In this angle, you were an erotic painting come to life; the spark of desire you felt had dimmed after all these years of being the steadfast, politically stable wife was flickering back up into a small flame, deep within your chest.
What is happening to me? Your thoughts were in a spiral as you angled your body, showing off your shapeliness and the feminine submissiveness dripping down your thighs. Am I going insane?Ā
You snapped one photo. Then two, for good measure. You kept your face hidden by your phone, smartly avoiding any chance of recognition.Ā
Tapping on the screen, you sent the photos to his number, praying he wouldnāt ask you for moreāto push yourself further for his sick, pervasive delight. But, your hopes were dashed when he replied a second later, with a string of terse instructions.Ā
I want your face in them, Y/N. Kneel on the bed and spread your thighs. Take a higher angled photo so your face is in it. Do not disappoint me again.Ā
Unbidden, you felt like shards of glass were stabbing your soul.
Do not disappoint me again.
If your shame could be seen, it would be curling its shoulders into itselfāwhether out of self-preservation or despondency, you dared not uncover.Ā
But, you followed his instructions clearly. The photo came out better than you hoped for. Your flushed folds were the centre of attention, your fleshy clit fully out in the open as a reminder of your denied orgasm pulsing through you.Ā
Your expression, however, was the one which took you completely by surprise. There was open want in the curve of your brow, how your lips parted to reveal a glossy ring of spit. Shame and desperation shone from your eyes, giving you a coquette look which you hadnāt expected to see from a woman of your age.Ā
You wanted to touch yourselfāhoped he would be kind enough to give you your release when he saw that you were trying. You were trying to be good for Ran; you were trying to follow his orders the best you could.
His response came a second later.
Good girl. I want you to repeat this again tomorrow. And again the day after. Deny yourself for me, and take a picture for me every time you do. Donāt cum until I give you permission to.Ā
Dread coursed through your veins, heady and pure. Did he expect you to never experience pleasure? What about if your husband fucked you and you accidentally came? The horror solidified in your stomach like a cold, festering fist. It was impossible to do this to youāto control you so harshly when your life was never his to own in the first place.Ā
Anger came nextācoarse and bitter. Who did Haitani Ran think he was to blackmail and push you around? You were the mayorās wife. You could get a cop on his ass faster than anyone in the district could. If you wanted to destroy his life, all you could do was lift a finger and it would be done.
But, as if he could read your mind, his response came in, timely and concise.Ā
I would advise you to not let anyone know youāre fucking a Bonten executive. It wonāt look good for your husbandās records.Ā
Bonten. The fear crested, taking you down under. You dropped your phone onto the bed, slapping a palm to your mouth.Ā
Bonten. No wonder the tattoo under his neck was familiarāyou had seen it before in your husbandās civil report, under the tab Illegal establishments: Yakuzas.Ā
Bonten.Ā
Japanās most feared organised crime syndicate.Ā
A ruthless band of unknown men who controlled the vast underworld with a tight, iron fist. This is bad, you started to heave, the panic clamping down on your throat. This is really, really bad.Ā
Before you could spiral into your mind and start panicking, your screen flashed with another message, this one solidifying how utterly fucked your situation was; how you had unwittingly ruined your own life in one single, careless night.Ā
Donāt forget that your orgasms belong to me now, slut. This is our little secret now.Ā
Warnings: Cheating, sugar baby/sugar daddy, oral sex,nsfw, penetrative sex , age gap, blackmail , murder , +18 more coming soon
Summary: with an negative status in your bank account and countless of college expenses your forced to become a sugar baby. After months of sugaring you finally landed a a successful job as intern but it soon becomes a nightmare when you find out your #1 client Toji Fushiguro is also your boss.
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A/n: iām so excited to announce this new series hehe this was inspired by a idea i had like a month ago and i thought it would be cool for me to actually do it also! the layout is inspired by @saintobio :)
Is it ok if you do a Draken x reader x Emma? I donāt see a lot of those so I was wondering if you could do an angst to fluffy one. If not, thatās completely fine with me.
Hi there šš
Thank you so much for requesting this. It was a bit challenging to write since it was new territory for me, but I hope it turned out the way, you will like it. š
*Just a side note this takes place in 2008/2009 so flip phones and DVDs are still a thing. I always try to keep that in mind when I write TR :D
The angst is heavier than usual, I would say, but there is a happy ending. Enjoy š
Title: Becoming UsĀ
Pairing: Emma x Reader x Draken
Summary: You struggle with your feelings for your best friend Emma, and her boyfriend Draken.Ā
Genre: Angst/Fluff/Hurt/Comfort | Warning: Polyamory! Angst with a happy ending |Words:Ā 5.1K
āYou know if you move too much, I will mess up and make you look really unattractive,ā said Emma casually as she was sitting on top of you applying makeup on your face seemingly completely oblivious to how fast your heart was beating and how giddy your stomach left.Ā
Calm down or she will notice.Ā
You swallowed trying to joke to take your mind off the situation, āIām already ugly-looking, canāt get worse.ā
Emma stopped and her warm-honey eyes met yours. Her look was firm, but her eyes carried a certain fondness, you would like to think she only ever had for you due to your shared past, āHey, quit it, no one gets to talk about you that way. Especially not to me, yeah?ā
āNot even me?ā you joked and she shook her head before she smiled again, āNope. YouāreĀ amazingĀ andĀ beautiful, and you better believe it.ā
āOkay,ā you chuckled unsure if you truly did believe her, but it did make you feelĀ happyĀ when she said it even if only for a moment.
Emma seemed so focused at the moment watching your face giving you all of her undivided attention, and it felt soĀ niceĀ to be on the receiving end of it. You were friends with the girl for a very long time, but it was as if every once in a while she surprised you by looking at you in a way that made you feel even more special than she already had. It was wonderful, but at the same time, there was agony to it too. One that you couldnāt stop from spreading when it landed on the fruitful ground inside your weak heart.Ā
āHey, y/n,ā she spoke in a hushed almost whispery voice which along with the fact that she was still sitting across your stomach and leaning down to your face (something you still didnāt understandĀ whyĀ she had to do in the first place if she wanted to do your makeup) didnāt help your rapidly beating heart one bit.
āYeah?ā
āYou need to relax your face, sweetie,ā she said, and you sighed trying to chase your gloomy thoughts away. It was no use. It couldnāt be helped. Sano Emma, your childhood best friend, would never know you had feelings for her.Ā
You close your eyes and drift down memory lane some more.Ā
You were alone as you were most of the time back then puzzling your family and teachers aboutĀ whyĀ was it that you couldnāt play with other children the way other kids found it all too easy. You couldnāt explain it either, but even from a very young age, you always found it strange to be around a group of kids as they played as if even if your ages were the same you never properlyĀ fitĀ and acted more like an outsider who would prefer to watch than to actually engage. It seemed safer that way maybe.
It bothered your family who pressured you into trying harder or pushed you toward kids who seemed like they didnāt really want to play with you. It was hard to explain, you didnāt want to either, or you didnāt mind solitude if it meant you wouldnāt have to feel like you didnāt belong.Ā
If you had some play dates or semi-friends before you had long since forgotten their names and what you did together by the time, you met the honey-eyed Emma on the first day of elementary school,Ā āCan I sit next to you?ā
Even if you felt like an outsider throughout most of your childhood and had no friends at that tender age, you werenātĀ unfriendlyĀ and agreed unsure if it was even in your power to tell her not to.Ā
To your surprise, she sat down and offered you a big warm smile closing her eyes and saying, āYour name is y/n, right? Letās be friends, okay?ā
It wouldnāt be the first time someone asked to be your friend, but in the end, they always deemed you as tooĀ weirdĀ and moved on, but you still found yourself shrugging your shoulders and accepting the girlās request thinking the cheerful Sano Emma would get tired of you by the end of the day, or week, or month.Ā
You were wrong.
It was as if Emma dug her red-painted nails into your heart never to letĀ go-
-but she did make some space for another hand after some time.
It didnāt happen overnight.Ā
In fact, for the longest time, youĀ didnātĀ think it happened at all. Emma was your firstĀ realĀ friend and remained yourĀ onlyĀ friend throughout such a long time, you assumed your feelings were just thatĀ platonic loveĀ for your best friend. It seemed so simple, and uncomplicated when it was just that. You were friends for ages, and you were mostlyĀ rightĀ there watching her fall in love withĀ Draken, one of her brother Mikeyās friends, andĀ gushĀ over him blushing every time, she thought she saw a hint he might like her back.Ā
YouĀ wereĀ a good friend. You didnāt have to act or pretend. You loved Emma as a good friend did and wished nothing butĀ goodĀ things to come to her future. She deserved that much and more. You cheered for her and genuinely supported her onlyĀ occasionallyĀ getting annoyed with how often she talked about Draken all the time and straight up told her it wasĀ bullshitĀ to try and make himĀ jealousĀ with other guys, āDonāt play games like that, Emma,āĀ you warned her,Ā āIt wouldnāt be fair to him.ā
You didnāt think anything was out of the ordinary, and you wouldĀ neverĀ expect anything like this to happen to you but then came the day of your graduation.Ā
You smiled shyly into the camera on Emmaās phone as your friend forced you to take a ridiculous number of pictures acting so excited that theĀ nightmareĀ at least forĀ herĀ was over as she would start her job as a full-time makeup artist while you would have to find a part-time job to co-exist with your future studies in the university.Ā
āSmile~!ā sang Emma for what felt like the millionth time hugging you and pressing her soft cheek against your own.
You openly giggled feeling giddy and high on her enthusiasm alone.Ā
It was always like that.Ā
Even if Emma wasnāt all sunshine and roses and carried burdens and personal traumas, she always seemed to want to move past the negative side of things and focus on something that would make a person smile.Ā A better future.Ā Especially when it came to your gloomy and loner self.
It was like an extrovert or severallyĀ brightĀ person adopted a cat who would always hide from visitors and granted that person the privilege of sleeping on them when it felt like it.
āEmma, please, no more, or Iāll go blind,ā you complained weakly, but it seemed the honey-blond deemed she had enough pictures and clapped her phone shut, āFine. But tomorrow-āĀ
āEmma,ā you both heard and turned around only to find Emmaās brothers along with a very well-dressed Draken (the guy showed up in a suit) holding a bouquet of EmmaāsĀ favoriteĀ flowers.
āIs that-?āĀ Emma asked and almost immediately let you go walking toward the tall young man, she had been in love with since she was a child.Ā
For some reason, you could feel your heartĀ sinkĀ almost immediately even before you watched the blond man give Emma flowers and confess.Ā
It was surreal and for a moment it felt like you turned back time and were that little child, an outsider watching other kids play and interact carelessly as if they long since learned a script, no one ever bothered to give you to study and become a proper member of society.Ā
It was like a kick into the stomach and for a couple of minutes, all you could manage was stay frozen andĀ watchĀ as your best friend tossed her arms around the man and accepted his confession.Ā
But why-?
Waitā¦no wayā¦Ā
It was a hunch at first before it became a concrete thought, but the more memories came flashing behind your eyes, the less you could deny it.Ā
No, please, no.Ā
Anything but this.
You heard laughter come from your side and found Shinichiro and Mikey joking next to you about how it was about time and how at least now you wouldnāt have to hear Emma whine about how one-sided her crush was on Draken.Ā
It seemed almost like a Herculean effort, but somehow you managed to nod and joke a bit with them before offering Emma the best fake smile you could manage all the while feeling horrible as you realizedĀ you loved her.
How absolutelyĀ awful! From all those people in the world to fall in love with your best friend for who you wished nothing but good fortune? Who was finally with the man she loved for half her life? How cruel was your own heart to do this to you and especially now that Draken confessed, and Emma was soĀ happy?
You tried to fight the anguish inside, but how could you? The only person who could help was the one person you couldnāt talk to at all since you knew the moment you would start, Emma would see right through you. Despite how often people assumed you were the one who acted as her personal therapist she helped you out and listen through quite a lot of your shit too. ButĀ thisĀ was something you could never say out loud and least of all to her.
āOkay, open your eyes and look up, okay?ā asked Emma in the present time, and you obeyed for the first time catching the tall blond-haired man in the doorway. He didnāt say anything likely because he didnāt want to disturb Emma while she worked or because he wanted to watch her do so.
Your eyes met, and he gave you a grin and rose his hand causing the corners of your lips to twitch on their own as you almost smiled.Ā That was another thing.Ā
Since Emma and Draken officially stayed to date, you took it as your hint to back up a bit. Your feelings shocked you and shook you to your core, but the more you thought about them, the more you tried to reason. Emma was your best and longest friend and you thought she was an amazing person through and through. How could youĀ notĀ love her? And if that love meant you would never tell her and manage to fall out of love, in favor of never losing her friendship, so be it.Ā
You would manage.Ā
However, your honey-blond best friend had other plans and although she spend a lot of time with Draken, she quickly roped you into that time as well, āYouāll come with us today, yeah?ā āKen said he already bought three tickets.ā āCome have dinner with us, okay?ā
You didnāt always have an excuse, and honestly, a part of you, perhaps a masochistic one,Ā hopedĀ that if you watched with your own eyes howĀ goodĀ Draken was to Emma and how much of aĀ perfectĀ match they were, it would be easier for your feelings to fade away.Ā
āHey, are you still looking for a part-time job?ā asked Draken when you and he were waiting in front of Emmaās house one time for her to come out.
It was rare that you were without her alone with her boyfriend. Even when you went to the movies, lunches, or her house, she was always present as the connecting line between your two dots, āYes, I had a few offers, but none that would be good for my schedule in school. I donāt have much time to find something,ā you confessed in a moment of weakness. It was quite a hard time for you then stressing over finances and your feelings for your best friend, and something about Drakenās nonchalant interest got under your defenses. Also, you didnāt actively try to be rude to him.Ā Ā
āCome work for me. Iāll teach you what to do, and I will make sure your hours work for you to have time for classes,ā he said leaving you stunned for a few moments.Ā
āYou donāt have to do that just because Iām your girlfriendās friend,āĀ you tried to brush off the offer. If he stayed honest to his words, which you had a feeling Draken would, it would beĀ a hugeĀ help for you, but at the same time, you still felt unsure for some reason. You didnāt mind seeing Emma with Draken as much as you would think.Ā
It didnāt necessarilyĀ hurtĀ when you watched them touch or kiss more often than not averting your eyes to allow them privacy, but it did make you feelĀ lonelyĀ especially when they were on one side of a booth opposite from you. Both Emma and Draken were good people after all, how could you want them to break up or wish them anything mean? It was already incredibly selfish of you to have feelings for your best friend who was in a loving relationship. You wouldĀ absolutely hateĀ yourself if you become the person who would want to break them up.
āIām not doing it because of Emma,ā he said sounding a bit stern before he surprised you by giving you an easygoing grin, āShe said your confidence is pretty shitty.ā
Your eyes widened in shock, but he quickly continued his eyes never leaving your own as he firmly but not unkindly stated, āI think youāre smart and a good person. I want to helpĀ youĀ out because ofĀ you.ā
Emma came back a moment after you finally swallowed your pride and accepted the job. She seemed genuinely surprised but happy about Draken offering you the job further underlining that he really offered it to you becauseĀ heĀ wanted to.Ā
And so, you started to work for the boyfriend of your best friend and the girl you were in love with.Ā
No biggie,Ā you thought sarcastically at times.
Working for Draken proved to be easy. You mostly cleaned around, scheduled repairs, ordered components, and dealt with Mikeyās food demands by ordering them. It was actuallyĀ surprisinglyĀ fun. You noticed this before, even if only as a secondary character, Draken was in your life as Emmaās crush since you were pre-teens, but he was a reallyĀ good personĀ at heart. He worked hard, took good care of people he consideredĀ his own,Ā and even if he hid it behind grumpiness and occasional harshness, he reallyĀ cared.Ā
āHere,ā he said after your first week when he handed you your own key from the place only for you to pause before accepting it,Ā āThatās-ā
āYeah, itās your favorite from when you were a kid, right?āĀ asked Draken, and you blinked looking away from the keychain shaped like theĀ firstĀ anime character you ever considered your favorite growing up, to Drakenās face, āDid Emma tell you?ā
You were stunned. You werenāt much of a talker with people who werenāt Emma, so it would make sense your friend told him about it because how else could he know, right?
āYeah, but I knew before. You used to leave early whenever Emma came to see us as kids to watch a new episode,āĀ he said and grinned at you as you finally took the key and the keychain from his fingers,Ā āThank, Draken, uh, for everything.āĀ You felt strangely embarrassed and touched by the gesture, and even more so when he opened his eyes and turned his grin into a much softer look that caused your heart to speed up almost as much as it usually did whenever Emma did so nowadays.
āYou shouldnāt be so surprised people want good things to happen to you too. You are cared for you know that right?ā
The question felt too loaded at that moment, so you settled for a nod and a quick goodbye before rushing away. You would like to think you were doing a better job at accepting other peopleĀ wantingĀ to be your friends, but it still left you feeling anxious that Emmaās boyfriend would. Especially since the more you got to know him the more it felt like you might want to really be his friend and care for him too. It was hard not to really.Ā
So between Emmaās bright light, and your catlike affection, Drakenās grumpy protection just seemed to create a fineĀ dynamic.Ā
āAlright,ā said Emma, and you quickly looked away from the tall blond standing in the doorway feeling as if you were caught staring at him too long.
Emma giggled and took your hands helping you up before she spun you around and presented you to Draken, āWhat do you think? Isnāt she pretty.ā
āEmma,ā you started to complain feeling humiliated by her words, but the blond man grinned, āSheās pretty with or without your mad makeup skills, Emma, but you definitely look good, y/n.ā
You felt heat slowly enter your face and offered the man an embarrassed smile before you turned to Emma swallowing at how close she was, āCan we go already? Iām kind of hungry,ā you lied a bit as you really just wanted to leave the room and the intense feelings that seemed to awake inside you every now and then whenever you were with your best friend and her boyfriend nowadays. Especially when they wereĀ this goodĀ to you.
This also didnāt happen overnight. But gradually the more time, you spent with the two, especially when it was all three of you, the more you noticed them actingĀ niceĀ andĀ goodĀ to you.Ā
Emma was always an affectionate and touchy person. She gave out hugs and kisses when she was happy, and asked for them when she was sad, but after a few months of the strange new dynamic that emerged between the three of you, she also started to give them out every time you saw one another. Making them long andĀ niceĀ at times really threatening for you to just close your eyes and sigh in bliss at how nice the attention felt.
Draken never touched you, of course, but he did seem to watch whenever Emma acted this way. At first, you only caught him because his eyes lingered for too long, and he quickly looked away with a hint of blush against his cheeks, but over time, it seemed he wasnāt bothered by you catching him, and he would often grin or smile at you just as he had a moment ago when he found Emma leaning so close to your face. Even if he never touched you, Draken did show his affection in other ways often picking you up in the morning if you didnāt have classes to work, buying you your favorite food whenever you were stressed because of school, or simply because he felt like it.
āYou should let me pay. I already feel like Iām robbing you,ā you tried to complain only to have the air knocked out of your lungs when he calmly said, āI like spoiling you two. You deserve it.ā
Emma, who started to sit next to you more, put her hand around your shoulders at the same moment, she took his free hand across the table and giggle, āIsnāt Ken the best?āĀ
Yeah, you both are.
You didnāt understand why they were acting like this, but they were so comfortable in doing those things it almost felt wrong to ask especially because a small part that grew the longer it went onĀ fearedĀ that if you did ask it would resolve in things changing and you would lose them both.Ā
You couldnāt explainĀ whenĀ it happened, but somehow it seemed Draken-KenĀ became as much important to you as Emma in the short time that you grew closer to him. You feared losing them both equally. You already felt selfish before when you realized your feelings for Emma, but now thinking about Ken only made you feel like an absolutely shitty person overall.Ā
How could I love them both? How could I be this greedy?Ā Those thoughts never seemed to leave your mind when you were alone or away from them watching how good they were for one another. They fit so well together, so how could you want to mess them up with your own selfishness?Ā
āYouāre spacing out,ā you heard and blinked looking up to see Ken watching you from his side of the booth just as you felt Emma lean closer to you again, āIs it school?ā
āNo, sorry, just thinking,ā you quickly waved their concerns off. Their affections were welcoming, but at times their attention could feel like it was too much.Ā
āLetās go to your place,ā suggested Emma, āYou havenāt even seen Kenās new place, y/n. Itās so cool and spacy.ā
āYou just want to show off, how you decorated it,ā said Ken, but already started to stand up to go and pay for the dinner.
As you watched him go, you couldnāt help but ask, āIs it really okay? I donāt want to intrude.ā
Emma smiled unconcern, āOf course, he would offer himself, but he sometimes has a hard time bringing things up. You know how he is.ā
You did, but you would still feel better if he said something himself. But it couldnāt be helped it seemed, and so you followed the couple to Kenās new apartment noting that it was a much better neighborhood than his last place.Ā
āAh, good evening,ā said an older man who met you on the stairs, and you all greeted him back, āMy, my, and who might you be?ā
Since you were following the two you ended up cornered by the man as Emma and Ken were already by his door.Ā
āRyuguji-san, you sure know a lot of pretty ladies. Arenāt you lucky?ā asked the man all the while looking at you and easily making you uncomfortable before you saw Ken push over him and blocked him with his back to allow you to pass, āYes, very lucky. Come, y/n,ā he said and winked at you in a comforting way that got you to rush upstairs to Emma.
You could see from your place by his doors that Ken turned around and stared at the man for a couple of moments before he made his way up to you.Ā
āAre you alright?ā he asked when he came up to open the door, and you simply nodded feeling grateful that he interfered so that you didnāt have to.Ā
His place was lovely, and you couldnāt help yourself but immediately giggle.Ā
āWhat?ā
āI see what Ken meant when he said that youĀ decorated,ā you stated and smiled at both of them instantly recognizing EmmaāsĀ fashionableĀ butĀ girlyĀ touch across the place.
Your giggles stopped, and you blinked since now you were the puzzled one as you saw both of them looking at you, āWhat?ā
Emma smiled as she turned to Ken who looked away rubbing the back of his neck and looking a bit embarrassed, āYou called himĀ Ken-ā
āAh, sorry-ā
āNo,ā he said immediately and turned to look at you, āIt sounds good coming from you.ā
You swallowed and looked at Emma fearingĀ something,Ā but the honey-blond just watched you with a smile across her face, āIt really does. You should always call himĀ KenĀ from now. No one but me does.ā
You felt your heart speed up again and the tension from earlier returned, āIf thatās the case, you could have some other people call you that too,ā you attempted to say to break through the strange atmosphere,
āNo,ā said Ken not really looking at either of you, but Emma came to his side and hugged him from behind burying her face into his back.
āJust the two of you is good,ā he said sounding tense.
Your eyes widened for some reason upon hearing that and all you could think about was how it wasnāt right that he said it with Emma right there and looking soĀ calmĀ about it became even more so a moment later, she looked back at you and said, āLetās stay the night.ā
āWho?ā you asked sounding more confused than you were because it wasnāt that hard to figure outĀ whoĀ she meant.
āYou and me, right Ken?ā she looked up at her boyfriend, who glanced down at her and then looked at you before he nodded and confirmed, āItās late. It would take too long to get on a train.ā
Right, because of me they canāt ride anywhere,Ā you thought bitterly, āIāll walk. Itās closer to my house from here anyway.ā
āDonāt you want to stay?ā asked Emma sounding disappointed which was incredibly hard for you to ignore, āIt wouldnāt be right-ā
āI donāt mind,ā said Ken suddenly and looked directly at you, āI really want you to stay, y/n. Both of us do,ā he said and hugged Emma over the shoulders comforting her while she smiled again, āYes, please, stay, we can watch a movie. Like a sleepover. It will be fun. I promise.ā
You still felt like you shouldnāt even if it did sound nice, āAre you sure? I already feel like Iā¦ā
āWhat?āĀ
āI feel like Iām intruding too much on you two,ā you admitted even if it was only a part of the truth.Ā
āYou donāt,ā said Ken firmly, and Emma smiled at you softly, āWe wouldnāt bring you along with us if we didnāt want to. Please, y/n.ā
āDo you mind it?ā asked Ken before you could even answer Emma knowing you would probably cave since it was truly hard to sayĀ noĀ to her.
You looked at him, āWhat?ā
āDo you mind it? If yes, we wonāt force you,ā he said making it clear that the choice was all yours which only made you feel more anxious. You were reading too much into this. They just liked to spend time with you. It wasnāt like anything was going on. How could it? They were the perfect couple, and you were the third wheel-
āBut we both really want you to,ā the pause that followed was all too long before he finished, āStay.ā
You watched his face for a while trying toĀ desperatelyĀ see if you could read him better before you looked over at Emma who continued to smile at you like an open book, āPlease.ā
They continued to watch you for what felt like a really long time, and you couldnāt help but think that it was more than just a sleepover they were waiting for you to make a decision about.Ā
It almost feelsā¦too real.
āOkay,ā you accepted weakly and then nodded to yourself and smiled at them, āIāll stay.ā Even if it would turn out to be just a lack of proper social communication on your part, you still couldnāt help but feelĀ goodĀ about being in their company, having their attention and care.
You got a tour around the place and then came back to the living room area to watch a movie.Ā
Emma was enthusiastic while talking about her favorite actors while Ken set it up on the DVD player.
The tense atmosphere was still present, but it seemed you didnāt find it as negative as you had before. It wasnāt tension, but more anticipation of something.Ā
The movie started and Ken went to take a place on the floor beside you causing you for a moment to tense when you realized this, āIs this okay?ā
You turned to look at him and found him looking at you. He still wasnāt touching you, but he was close enough that you could feel his warmth and presence through your clothes.
The nervosity never came though, and to your surprise, you felt your body relax almost immediately while having him close.Ā
You nodded and felt Emma put her head on your shoulder from the other side causing you to smile at her and pat her head for a moment thinking to yourself,Ā This is nice.
The movie wasnāt new, but none of you ever saw it, yet maybe because of all your nerves over your feelings for these two people who meant so much to you or because it was a long day and you really did feel too comfortable, you found yourself dozing off.
You closed your eyes for a moment only listening to the voices of the actors and in the next, you felt yourself being moved.
You grabbed onto someoneās clothes and weakly tried to speak, but it must have come out too quiet, āItās fine, Iāll just put you here. Iāll take the floor.ā
You blinked and even in the dark noticed Ken putting you on his bed next to Emma, who finished a glass of water before she put it on the nightstand, āYou really donāt want to join us?ā her voice was sweet, but not suggestive like she was implying anything inappropriate and perhaps because it felt trulyĀ goodĀ to sit between Ken and Emma, or because you were so exhausted not just physically, but also emotionally from your feelings you found yourself saying, āPlease stay, Ken.ā
It seemed the moment you let those words exist in the world time stopped, and even in the darkness of the room, you could see the hesitation in the manās posture before you felt Emma hug you from behind and kiss your cheek far too close to your mouth.
You gasped a bit and turned to look at her surprised only to feel her press her forehead against your own, āDo you really mean it, y/n? Really, really?ā
You swallowed a lot of your doubts at that moment sobering up at the realization thatĀ yes, youĀ reallyĀ didĀ and even if the exhaustion had a lot to say about it, you found yourself brave enough to admit it.Ā
You wished your hands shook less as you hugged Emma back with one arm and reached for Kenās palm with the other, but you still werenāt 100Ā% sure this wasnāt a veryĀ hopefulĀ dream, āYes.ā
Ken let out a sigh that felt as utterly exhausted as you felt about your feelings making you wonder how long he could have felt the same way.Ā
He got onto the bed, which wasnāt big enough for the three of you, but somehow you made it work.
Even if it should have been impossible you fell asleep again and when you woke up you found yourself tugged under Kenās chin while Emma had buried her face against the back of your neck. You were all so tangled, you couldnāt be sure who was touching who, but it all felt so comfortable and cozy, you couldnāt careĀ less.
Both were still very much asleep, but you didnāt mind being awake alone for a while and just soaking the moment in. Your heart was still a rapid mess, but in that instance, it felt full as you smiled and thought to yourself,Ā This feels perfect.
Koniec
A.N: Hey, thank you so much for taking the time to read this. I hope you enjoyed it. English is not my first language, but I hope you managed to understand this anyway. Have a nice day and stay safe š
toji taking tsumiki to her first daddy daughter dance!!! sheās super excited and she canāt decide if she wants to be tiana or elsa! She even makes toji practice on how to hold a teacup
LOL IMAGINE
You just came home from going grocery shopping stepping into you guys shared apartment you notice itās no sound of a hyper 5 year old and your loud husband.
Looking around the apartment you came across loud giggles. Peeking your head into the room seeing toji with a little sliver crown on and a pink fur jacket.
ā āS that be 1 lump of sugar princessā
you couldnāt help but laugh at how the chair only covers a small portion of his lower backside
she quickly blobs a whole handful of sugar into his tea cup smiling at him showing her half develop teeth
he raises the cup like he was drinking beer and take tiny fake sips from it.
ādaddy your not doing it right!! we have to clak are teacups together!ā He face spins turns red as he stumbles out apologies.
pleaseee more of ex convict! toji šš¼šš¼ probably like when he came home with us and megumi and tsumiki
YESSS ANON!!!
As soon as he walked into the house tsumiki is immediately tugging on his arm showing him her newly pink walls you and megumi helped paint and her favorite Disney princess dress.
Toji kinda feels guilty tho of lying to his sweet little girl telling her that he was in Germany during his 5 years :( but you canāt help the way how your heart swells up on how many questions she asks him.
but he does make your brain hurt with all the answers his coming up with. Like penguins live in bread houses in germany????
Megumi on the other hand is very distance with him.
One day when toji was picking him up from school he shoved hims face in his hands so he wonāt be seen with himš
but sometimes sweet moments between those too happen not all the time but it happens. At times toji would take him out hiking or go let random dogs (even tho you told toji that they could have rabies)
but for the most part it hurts :( one time he told toji how he wishes how he was still in jail
it only gets worst as he gets older him and toji fight constantly and you just want to be a whole happy family
Ex Convict!Toji Who attends mutiple rehabilitation programs just to get a chance at parole. Most of the time during his sessions he just talks about wanting to coming home and see gumi and miki in the front yard playing while your in the kitchen making banana bread :(
Ex Convict!Toji who hangs up all report cards,letters, photographs on a little tiny bulletin board. He even made his own calendar to keep track of all the important dates
Ex Convict!Toji who tries to stay out of trouble and fuss with the other inmates over phone time or what channel to turn on for tv time.
Ex Convict!Toji who learns how to deal with his anger while in prison and writes you a 4 page letter on how heāll change for you and the kids
Ex Convict Toji! Who has his best orange jumpsuit outfit on hair all slicked back for his patrol meeting. Lord only knows how much he prayed for this moment
Ex Convict!Toji who throws up immediately after the meeting just thinking back on all the things he should have said and hoping the board will give him a chance
Ex Convict!Toji who almost passed out over hearing the news that he got parol. The guard couldnāt even finished his sentence without toji rushing towards the phone to call you ļæ¼
Ex Convict!Toji who is worried how he will function in society after his 5 years :(
Ex Convict!Toji Who gives the guards a firm handshake before walking out the gates
Ex Convict!Toji who cries when he sees tsumiki running towards him. Oh how big she gotten! and megumi coming right behind her yelling out ādad! dad!ā and looking up seeing you with a big welcome home sign
Sorry these took so long but noo your fine i needed some more ideas to write anyways !
ill add tags later
Period comfort with the jjk boys!
Nanami
As another cramp bursts through your body you cant help but to cry more into you side. As you shrivel your body deeper into a fetus position. ļæ¼
Not only the pain was too much a to bare physical it was mentally too much. You and nanami have been trying for a while to ļæ¼conceive.
A coming of days ago you received a positive home testing answering yāallās prayers until now your period came. You knew nanami would be upset even if he didnāt show it.
You were crying so much you didnāt even realize your husband sitting next to you on the bed soothingļæ¼ your back.
You couldnāt help but to mumble apologies but he stops you in your tracks and kisses your forehead.
āWith child or not i am blessed to still have youā
Gojo
You boyfriend can be a goofy-ball most of the timeā¦ALL THE TIME but this time your just not in the mood.
It was dark in your dorm a track of ocean waves play as you try to focus on studying and ignore the constant bangs against your stomach.
But suddenly your boyfriend busts in turning on the lights annoying you. You honestly couldnāt care least that Geto could eat 4 biscuits without water. As he ket talking and talking about nonsense you snapped at him.
you didnāt mean it no but sometimes you just want him to shut up. You knew he took the hint at the way his face fell and his talking came to a pause a moment of silence came and he left the room.
You honestly felt like an asshole. A asshole with stomach pain you notice the door slowly opening again with the figure of Gojo popping up.
āi know that your probably in a lot of pain right now and i got this for youā he reveals his hands showing an heating pad.
You too spent the next couple of hours ranting about who can eat the most biscuits
Yuji
Out of all the boys you knew Yuji was just the sweetest out there. Reminding you to eat when you been studying to much to tucking you into bed when you fell asleep in the car
This time was no different you two were out on a date when your period came. You didnāt expect it to come so soon but nevertheless you went to the bathroom and took care of itļæ¼ but what you didnāt really didnāt expect was the pain to come so quickly.
Yuji knew something was up the way your face twisted in pain each minute or so. You couldnāt even make it through your broccoli without having a death grip on your fork.
a series of questions came from yuji came from him each time he notices your face switching you brushed him off with each question. But after you dropped your fork you told him about your period.
after that he paid for the remaining balance for the food and too you too home. You spend the rest of the night wrapped in his arms with an heating pad on your belly.
Megumi
You and your boyfriend Megumi have been dating for a couple of months either of you spent the night over each other houses or done anything sexual.
To be fair he didnāt know anything about the female anatomy until now. You too were on face-time like always you just doing goofy things while Megumi just watch you and laugh it off.
He notice how your laughs came to a stop and how you were quick to turn your camera off and moaning loudly. Soon the call came to a end. He thought that he should just give you your privacy. but then again?? could he really?
in next 20 minutes he came with your favorite snacks to check up on you while you explain to him about periods and your body. The night ended with you too watching Love is blind.
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