C/W: Rape, anal, blood, punches, knives (well, more like a single knife)
I really need to beat the shit out of a friend before teaching her her place.
She’d sit there in horror, watching me drunkenly jack off my thick, throbbing cock, eyeing up her tits. I’d reach over, landing a sharp punch across her face, feeling my cock fucking twitch as she yelps and groans in pain. She’d be terrified. This is what she deserved. For every time she’d complain about another guy or give me shit, I’d beat the fuck out of her, until her blood covers my fists.
I’d reach for her asshole, plunging bloody fingers deep into her unprepared, unwilling depths, feeling her hole clamp around me. My fingers would saw in and out of her perfect ass. My dick would fucking throb listening to her scream while her ass jiggles around my knuckles. God, I’d even reach for a knife, threatening to cut her up if she kept screaming. I’d hope she screams more. Louder. Just so I can draw a line of blood across her body.
And the worst part is—I’d tell her as I pound her tiny, abused asshole with my rapist cock—the worst part is that I would never have done this when we first met. I was feminist, kind, and gentle. I’d never dream of hurting her, of pressuring her, of raping her. She did this to me. Her incessant, self-centred, one-sided conversations turned me into this. Every time she bent over, every time she talked shit to me, I slowly realised what a pathetic little bitch in need of rape she is.
I'd feel her writhe under me, her hips bucking in a feeble attempt to stop me. I’d slam her face into the ground and threaten to stab her if she continued. The silence would be filled with my grunts and the sounds of a woman turning into an injured, traumatised animal. I used to have a crush on her. Now I just want her to hurt. I’d make her hurt.
I’d leave her asshole and bury my shaft into her wretched cunt. Her fuckbox. Anything except a pussy or a vagina. Women have those, not sub-human, traumatised fleshlights. I’d carve away her fucking flaws, the annoying personality, the sassy mouth and turn her into the perfect little porn fuckdoll for me, even if it leaves her broken. Especially if it leaves her broken. In and out, I’d slam inside her, feeling her cunt clench down on me, trying to stop me. She’d feel so fucking good around my hard, veiny cock while I threaten to pump her full of cum.
I wonder what her eyes would look like. Her cute, innocent little friend turned into a violent rapist in the blink of an eye. Would she be shocked? Angry? Or would she simply be empty? I’d laugh at her either way, feeling her twitch slightly beneath me. I’d use the knife to draw out a response, any response, before flooding her womb. Thick, creamy cum from the man she used to trust and dote on most.
Maybe she’d start drinking more to ease the pain. Maybe I’d take advantage of her drunken holes every fucking time.
it has been raining for days on end, which also meant that your boyfriend had been fucking you nonstop. stay dry, they said. but he kept your pussy wet, full, and sore.
“one more, sweetheart, I know you can take more~" you've been at it like rabbits, but he is still insanely horny! with your mind airy and drool falling on your chin, you could only nod in response to his invitation.
“ah— don't stop!” he had just shoved his dick back inside of you, but you're already begging for more and provoking him further.
“Fuck, you have such a tight hold on me, you don’t even know.” he exhaled, rolling his hips, your tits sticking to his chest as the sweat from his abs warmed you, his hips piston faster, needing more.
“nghh~ [ Y / N ]~” he cried into your shoulder, hips desperately chasing for release as he rut so deep into your pussy.
“all mine~” he whimpered, fingers clawing with yours and pushing your body deeper into the mattress.
his thrusts keeps getting deeper and static fills your head. you can't think. he grinds, fucking and speeding up the pace, his finger rubbing your clit in agonizing, sweet circles.
“Ugh,” you pant, kissing him hard as you climaxed for the nth time. your pussy is extremely sensitive, yet throbbing, clenching on emptiness when he pulls out to lay you on your stomach.
"I'm not done with you yet..." the sheet falls from his shoulders, baring you to the cold air brought by the rain outside.
SYNOPSIS: mikey wants a taste of sanzu’s girl, and who is your precious haruchiyo to refuse him?
a/n: short blurb from my brain (may continue at a later time)
who is a servant to deny their king what he desires the most?
sanzu believed that true loyalty came with a hefty price — one that he was willing and eager to pay. there was nothing in the world that he could possibly deny the man he worshipped like a god. if mikey asked him to jump into oncoming traffic, he would only ask how fast he wanted him to go.
perhaps that’s why he was so quick to offer you up to him like a gift.
as mikey’s hands trailed further and further across your body, the more sanzu felt relieved that he chose you as his girl. you — his sweet and compliant princess who immediately accepted his request to let mikey join you in bed. with each kiss that he pressed to your neck, your moans only grew more desperate and whiny. your poor, trembling legs were wrapped around his waist as best as they could without completely giving out.
“your girl is pretty” were his words to his loyal dog. he needn’t utter one more syllable before sanzu was offering to let mikey have you for as long as he wanted. sure, the sight of you being pleasured by another man stung him a lot more than he’d ever admit, but since it was his boss he tried to push it down by telling himself it was okay. it’s only mikey, what’s the worst that could happen?
sanzu stood still in the corner of the room as if he was petrified and couldn’t move towards the bed. his gaze was stuck on your body squirming under his king — your back arching with each thrust he gave into your clenching cunt. it was … mesmerizing. mikey was more gentle than sanzu thought he could ever be capable of. he wholly expected him to push you face first on the bed and fuck his frustrations out on you, but it was quite the opposite. each time his long cock sheathed itself in you, his thumb stroked your cheek in a comforting way. the light kisses he placed along your neck were almost … loving, in a way. if sanzu wasn’t your boyfriend, you two would look like you were dating — maybe even married.
he didn’t want to dwell on that thought for longer than necessary.
you never liked when sanzu was gentle with you, never. you preferred for him to use you like a toy then cuddle you later, so it was confusing to see you so lost in pleasure at mikey’s treatment. and yet, he was still somewhat happy that his boss was enjoying himself to this extent. sanzu’s never seen him this soft before — as he rested on top of you, he almost looked completely relaxed. if letting him use your body was the key to making mikey happy, then it would most definitely become part of his routine.
he’ll just have to learn to ignore the sight of mikey’s cum dripping out of your fucked out cunt.
ㅤcontent + warnings: 16+, including: as the previous chapter, nothing too dark, really, just a bit of tension between the reader and rindō and sanzu and the reader, plus some swearing.
ㅤpairings: eros!haitani rindō x nymph!f!reader x apollo!sanzu haruchiyo.
You went for Aphrodite, not for Eros. And your mood wasn't the best because during the few days you had to deal with your own anxiety about going to Olympus for the first time in a long one, Haruchiyo literally sent you more presents than you could keep inside the house and there was even a pile of trinkets he had written and handmade for you.
On the first day, you thought it was that little letter adorned with gold details had come from The Muses, since you knew them as well as the entire Parnassus and there was a sisterly relationship between you all. They helped you when you needed and vice versa. But a few seconds later, when your eyes finished reading the letter that seemed more love than friendship and saw the signature being a simple "From Your Sun", your stomach churned and you threw the letter angrily on the wooden table beside the bed.
Who else could it be but Apollo? He is almost the personification of the sun and perhaps that is why his platonic passion burned hotter than a thousand suns and was burning your patience.
"Whose is all this?", your father asked as he saw you trying to throw away the robes and clothes that Sanzu had the weavers of Olympus make and you replied: "No one important, dad".
At least Haruchiyo hadn't bothered to come personally to your house to deliver each of the gifts, because you probably wouldn't even bother to open the door.
During the nights of the days when you kept imagining yourself on Olympus and waiting for the one to meet Rindou, sometimes your eyes would fall on the pile of gifts that formed on the floor beside your bed and your mind would try to recall why you were so disgusted with the patron god of all the arts. There wasn't even a bad memory of him in your brain, except for the time he ran after you across the river and you were too scared to think straight, but still, it seemed that the winds haunting your heart from the arrow of Eros always whispered that he deserved to be hated because... he was like that.
Arrogant, petulant, annoying, persistent. And you didn't even know why you thought that about him, your mind just spoke: "Has to be like that and that's it".
On the day you went to Olympus, you put on the best white dress with gold details because all over mortal and immortal Greece it was known that Aphrodite had a certain insane fondness for the colors of red, white and gold. Your father said that you looked more like a princess than a nymph and you took this as a compliment, giving an embarrassed and ungracious smile before warning that you would probably come back when it was already dark.
On the other hand, if you were already preparing to go to Olympus, there was Eros leaning back against one of the windows lazily half lying down, half sitting in a sort of padded armchair that he had claimed as his when Hermes and Dionysus weren't looking. A glass of wine in his hand being filled by a small Lenai deity who was ruled precisely by the god of wine and who went near and away from Eros according to his wishes. His eyes were fixed on the different situations happening below him, at the entrance to Olympus and on the steps of the mount while the gears of his brain worked trying to find a way for Aphrodite to want to talk to a simple nymph.
It was hard enough to get his mother to stop at Olympus because there was always a mortal suffering from love crying out for the goddess' help, but to get her to want to talk to a nymph whose domain fell under the pantheon of Poseidon? It was even harder.
In contrast with a seemingly indifferent and calm Rindou, there was a Haruchiyo walking angrily and grumpily through the inner halls looking for just that son of Aphrodite. While the former was calling out the Lenai with gesturing fingers to fill his glass with wine again, the latter was approaching that very room with his head nearly smoking with irritation and entering there without knocking and startling the little daimon, who made a little wine splash on Eros' white tunic.
— Damn it! — Rindou shouted, looking at Sanzu with a closed face. — You don't know how to knock anymore, d’you?! Did your education die along with Python? — Haruchiyo walked over to him, dismissing the lenai with a circular motion of his index finger, and pulled the other god's body up with one hand wrapped around his tunic.
— The fuck have you done to me? — Eros let his head fall back before taking a long swig from his now only half-full wine glass.
— I do many things many times to many people, specify it better for me, sir. — Rindou swore he saw a vein of stress jump on his almost-friend's forehead and cracked a small, sideways smile.
— I can't think of anyone else but her. Every time I wake up, I think of her and I can't even talk to other women, men, people, whatever, you understand! What have you done to me? — Eros shrugged his shoulders.
— Who’s "her"? — Haruchiyo got annoyed at him, playing dumb more and more and squeezing the fabric of his robe tighter between fingers. — Oh, easy there, no need to get irritated! You mean that pretty lil’ thing from Parnassus? Y/N, right?
Sanzu felt his posture slowly relax at the mere mention of Y/N's existence and fought the urge to open a silly smile. He was definitely not himself.
— She's really pretty, isn't she? — And then Apollo felt like punching himself for falling into Eros' trap and shook his head trying to push the thoughts about that nymph out of his head. — It's not important now! You lil’ shit, just tell me what you did to me and undo it or...
— Or what? — Rindou put one hand on Haruchiyo's chest and pushed him back before bringing the wine glass to his lips again and sipping it. — You should stop threatening me with empty words and start worrying about how your beloved doesn't even like you.
That hurt Apollo's heart more than Eros thought it could. Just watching the corners of the rosy haired man's lips slowly and gradually fall away, he knew that maybe he had thrown salt into a still open wound that had been carved into the other man's chest without his permission. Perhaps Rindou felt guilty for two or three brief seconds, but seeing Haruchiyo look away and cross his arms before uttering a simple "Shut the fuck up", he just rolled his eyes and finished the wine.
Turning his face to the side and seeing the entrance to Olympus again, the nimble eyes of the son of Aphrodite saw a female dot standing out from the rest of the small deities and gods for looking around as if she were seeing the most beautiful landscape on the face of the universe and also drawing the attention of other creatures for being an outsider. Even Y/N's clothes denoted that she was not originally from Olympus but from Parnassus.
Rindou looked at Haruchiyo and, seeing him staring at the same point as him, sighed heavily before seeing the sun god's face light up with a wide smile. It was almost possible see hearts forming in his pupils and before Eros could hold him back, Apollo was already running out of the room, almost running Lenai over halfway.
It wasn't remotely possible to compete with Apollo when it came to speed on dry land, so after handing his own glass of wine to the daimon, the son of Aphrodite immediately materialized his own wings before putting arms over the balcony of the room against which his padded armchair was leaning and taking off, which was so fast that he didn't even have time to enjoy the nice feeling of a chill in his stomach that always appeared when he was taking to the skies and enjoying the thrill of having the wind kissing his body.
It was kind of hard not to pay attention to Rindou coming down from the sky when he was the only creature with spread wings coming down towards you, and before he got too close, your arms were covering your eyes because of the dust starting to stir and rising from the ground because of the pressure and momentum caused by his wings. If you two had been in another situation, you might have thought he was an angel.
— Oh, you all dressed up today, was it for me? — He asked playfully as he landed in front of you and you pulled your arms away from your face and crossed them over the chest.
— If it will make you feel better about yourself, I can say yes. — Rindou put a hand over his heart as if to say that you had hurt his feelings. — This place... seems bigger than the last time I came here with my dad!
As soon as you mentioned your father, he remembered his mother. Damn, because of Haruchiyo, Rindou's brain hadn't even remembered that he'd promised you he'd take you to Aphrodite. You were radiating excitement and animation, with generous pinches of anxiety and nervousness, and he bit his lower lip absently at the possibility of having to break a promise he obviously couldn't keep from the start.
You really had worked hard just for this day and Eros hated breaking promises because it meant tarnishing his image and scribbling on an immaculate relationship of trust, even if he didn't have to take responsibility for anything with regard to you, since you were just a nymph. He is a god, you were much less than that.
Hearing an abnormal movement behind him and seeing his face contorting into a disinterested and irritated countenance, Rindou knew that Haruchiyo had already caught up with you both, and as he turned back to look at him over one shoulder, there was a bouquet in his hand. It was probably caught with Artemis.
— My lady! — Even his voice had changed since his conversation with Eros minutes before, now it was calmer, almost embarrassed and shy, and before he could even raise the bouquet of flowers toward you, your hands were already in front of your body ready to refuse it. — You look stunning, to what do I owe the honor of your visit to Olympus today? What did you think of the gifts I sent you?
— I wish you hadn't sent them. — You murmured, looking Haruchiyo up and down, and it was almost as if you were seeing a shining halo around his head, he was so angelic, so divine that it made you angry. — I've come to see Aphrodite! Not that it's any of your business, anyway.
— Exactly, to see Aphrodite. — Eros huffed, swallowing hard and Apollo looked from you to his fellow god.
To see Aphrodite. She wasn't even present on Olympus that day, and absolutely everyone there knew it. Except you.
It took less than three seconds for Haruchiyo to know that Rindou had lied to you and he immediately opened his mouth to denounce the lack of truth in his actions, whereupon Eros immediately slung one of his arms around your shoulders and began to guide you away from the sun god and into the main hall of the abode of the Greek gods.
The interior of the place reminded you a little of the temple of Artemis in Ephesus, which you had visited countless times on the occasions you needed to pray to and worship the Goddess, but the walls and the Ionic columns were plated in gold and platinum.
You didn't even have time to remember all the details of the main hall, Haruchiyo was going after both of you and Rindou didn't want to be caught in his own lie, so seconds later he was blindly looking for a room he could enter with you to have time to think of an alternative.
After zipping with you in his arms through long and narrow corridors, the son of Aphrodite finally opened the door at the end of one of the long corridors and as he looked inside the place tucked behind that entrance, he felt a shiver slowly run down his back.
He was either very lucky or very unlucky today.
There were the hot springs that were usually used for his mother's baths. The steam coming from the water automatically relaxing the muscles in his body, as if it were a vaporized drug with little or almost no harm, and you looking around in amazement. It was so beautiful that it hardly seemed real, as beautiful as the owner of the place who was unfortunately absent that day. Eros even remembered the countless times he ran with Anteros around the edges of the wide pools that formed a huge one in the center of the place, there were more good memories than bad from that place.
— Wow! — You said, still amazed, unconsciously pulling away from Rindou to lean forward and see your reflection in the crystal clear water.
On one side of the huge building made for bathing, there was a huge balcony that probably overlooked the entrance to Olympus.
— What is all this? — You knelt in front of the edge of one of the pools and bent down until your fingertips brushed against the calm surface of the water in a thoughtless action. Soon after, you retracted your hand with a mortified countenance, as if you had committed the sin of stealing something. — Oh, wait! Can I touch that?! I don't even... — Seeing Rindou giggle slightly at your embarrassment, you looked away, shrugging the shoulders. — Don't laugh at me.
— I'm not laughing at you! — He retorted, walking over to where you were standing and, after taking off his strappy sandals, sitting down on the edge of the pool next to your kneeling body. — And, yes, you can touch this. I guess I could say that's kind of like... a bathroom? It's my mother's, but we don't have a name for this place.
— Oh, yes, your mother's... — Rindou knew you wanted to ask where she was.
— She's kind of busy, sorry 'bout that. Things kind of got out of hand today... — He whispered, half embarrassed, before he heard the room's door slowly open to reveal Haruchiyo's silhouette.
It was kind of impossible to get angry or disgusted in that place. Eros didn't know how, but his mother had banished any bad feelings from there, he even remembered that when he was a child with Anteros and they fought for some rather silly reasons, his mother would send them there and seconds later there was no more arguing, fighting, disagreements. Just two brothers playing among the pools and occasionally getting wet in the calm, warm, comforting waters of the place.
Even Apollo's irritation with Rindou slowly waxed and waned from his chest. Now there was only pure joy at seeing you again. And you, in contrast, looked over one shoulder at the approaching man and it was the first time since the first moment you saw him in person in the Parnassus that your soul felt something for him other than abnormal disaffection.
Haruchiyo didn't look so bad, so hateful now; he looked... almost human. From the look in his eyes, you could tell that there wasn't even any bad feeling permeating his body toward you.
And it scared you more than knowing that you normally didn't even want to look at him, to be in the same suffocating place as him. It scared you because there were so many insanely valuable and beautiful things in that room and the only place holding your attention was Apollo's glistening eyes, almost as clear blue as the warm water you had touched seconds before.
Haruchiyo walked over to the two of you, and you restlessly tried to move away for fear that the loud sound of your heartbeat might be heard by him. Rindou on the other hand put one of his arms around your shoulders and tried to protect you from Apollo even though he knew that the other god didn't even have the will to hurt you. The eyes of the sun god analyzed the actions of Aphrodite's son and a fervent feeling began to throb in his chest.
It wasn't jealousy, how could it be jealousy? It was something, perhaps, mixed in with it.
Apollo knelt down beside you and one of his hands reached up so that he could put a lock of your hair behind your ear. You leaned to the side in fear and felt as if the sound of your heartbeat was reverberating through your body until it left your ears deaf. Haruchiyo deliberately wanted to kiss you and Rindou slid his gaze down the other god's body until he found his feet.
What happened next was Eros unbalanced Apollo, whose body fell diagonally and his hand caught on your dress before he plunged into the warm water of one of Aphrodite's pools. He fell and got wet and took you with him. You desperately tried to free yourself from his grip on your dress.
But it was too late.
Your body fell over his in the pool and seconds later you were holding the breath and closing eyes, the warm water slowly enveloping your body as Haruchiyo's arms clamped around your hips to keep you pinned to him. Seconds later, you were dipping from the bottom of the waters with hands clasped in his tunic and head resting against his chest in a desperate reflex.
This was the second time you both had met like this, surrounded by water, he with arms around your body and you with the breath quickening. But now it was different. Your soul genuinely enjoyed being this close to Apollo and his body felt so warm, so comfortable against yours, as if he had been built and polished to fit into yours no matter how much time passed or how hard you tried not to come into contact with him.
— You hurt? — Haruchiyo asked, placing his hands on your face and groping your cheeks as if searching for a bruise, and you denied it with your head, slowly slipping the wet fabric of the robe over his chest.
— If you hadn't pulled her... — Rindou protested, stepping into the pool on his own and walking over to the two of you.
A hand of his wrapped itself around your dress and he tried to pull you back to get you away from the hands of the other god, who wouldn't let go. It was almost like a tug-of-war, although you didn't feel like moving away from Apollo. His hands felt so warm, so right touching your face that it took a lot of willpower and self-control not to rub your cheek against his palms.
— You pushed me. — Apollo complained, looking back up at you and a small smile broke out on his thin lips.
To you, it seemed like just a few long seconds you spent admiring his face, your eyes staring into his and then down his cheekbones and around the perimeter of his mouth; as if, in case his details weren't burned into your memory, your brain would somehow be forced to forget them. To Haruchiyo, it felt like even less time. He wanted to stay for eternity just admiring you without having to shoulder his duties as a god.
His thumbs caressed your face before Rindou actually managed to pull you back and your back slammed against his chest.
Eros was acting as your savior, but you weren't sure you needed to be saved from Apollo.
I was melancholincly passing the app's posts when I saw this magnificent way of light up my valentine 💕 Can I request a Romantic HC with Sanzu mulletdaddy Haruchiyo? Like we're celebrating our first valentine as husband and wife maybe? 😍😍😍 Thank u so much you would make me the happiest girl alive
Sanzu "Mulletdaddy" Haruchiyo
Now your first Valentine's day as a married couple goes a little like how you'd expect
You told him what you wanted/ thought of in advance: candy, dinner, a movie, just a normal sappy romantic couple's Valentine's day... does he listen? Sort of, but not really
When you wake up and he's not there you're kinda bummed, thinking that he's out with Mikey again
But he comes walking in with a bag full of candy and plops on the bed next to you
"Good morning babe, I've got the candy you wanted! Great way to start Valentine's day, right?"
Lowkey you wanna turn over and go back to sleep but you give him a chance
He opens one, hands it to you and goes "feed it to me" with his mouth open as he waits
You put one in his mouth and he bends down to your face to share it with you
Later on that day he tries to be romantic and cook for you but burns everything, so he throws you a dress he bought for you a while ago that he hopes you forgot about
"???" "What? I wanna take my wife out for a nice Valentine's day dinner... can't a husband do that at least?" "Laying it on a little thick Mr. Haruchiyo..." "Get dressed Mrs. Haruchiyo, we're leaving in 20 minutes"
At dinner he gives you a bracelet that matches his cufflinks
Afterward, you take a bath together, totally your idea; you supplied the rose petals, the soak, the candles, everything
At first you sat at opposite sides just talking to eachother but he pulls you toward him, holding you against his chest
As the Queen, I made it my duty to find loyal servants to assist Izana. Unfortunately, despite his fame, the King isn’t praised enough, which is why I need you to help me give the King the attention and care he deserves.
I’m kicking off 2022 by hosting a collab for our beloved, Izana Kurokawa. If you are like me then you probably noticed the lack of Izana content in the Tokyo Revengers fandom, which is a shame. As much as I love my King, I can’t always make sure he doesn’t lack anything by myself. So I would love to see you provide more content for him with me. I hope a lot of you will join and have fun participating!
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Your piece should be at least 500 words and it can be in any format (drabble, headcanons or full fics etc.).
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@kshira ~ Arranged marriage AU, king!Izana x fem!Reader
@bakumu ~ More details to come
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ㅤcontent + warnings: 18+, including: hard dom!haruchiyo, unprotected sex, slight praise kink, gaslighting, degradation, dubcon, toxic!haruchiyo so be careful, oral sex (f! receiving), wlw, fingering, dumbification/dollification, hair pulling, angst, breath play, overstimulation, sex tape, nicknames, cheating, squirting, kinda of baby trapping, breeding kink, dark content.
ㅤpairings: bf!haruchiyo sanzu x f!reader
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Haruchiyo let his head fall back again and let out a long, hoarse groan feeling his own pupils dilate more than they already were and his cock inside that heat twitching each time as he unloaded cum into the woman he hadn't talked to, seen, or even touched in months, over twelve.
And he felt nothing, not a shred of remorse or guilt, but pleasure and sheer euphoria as her red fingernails clawed hard at his back and her lipstick smeared on the collar of the dress shirt he hadn't even bothered to remove the moment he entered her bedroom.
His body collapsed on the bed below them both and his heavy breathing denoted how much energy he had put into this trivial, ordinary, almost meaningless fuck. And when Haruchiyo heard his own cell phone vibrate in the pocket of his forgotten pants on the bedroom floor and saw a message from Y/N through the notification bar asking if he was coming home yet and telling him dinner was ready, the first thing he did was stare at his ex-girlfriend's face for long minutes before he leaned over and planted a short, restrained kiss on her lips and started to get dressed, still breathing heavily.
— We won't be doing this again. — Haruchiyo commented, putting away his cell phone and looking for his car keys and cigarette and lighter packs in the other pockets of his pants before lighting a cigarette between his lips and walking to the door of the house of the girl who for a long time no longer held the title of his girlfriend.
— Are you still with her? — It was the last thing he heard before he opened the door and took a long drag on his cigarette.
— Do I look like a single guy? — He returned the question by taking off the ring worn by the two of you as a promise to date and putting it on his finger before he left that house where he had been many, many times before engaging in a serious relationship with Y/N.
He had a woman waiting for him at home. A perfect girlfriend design, almost a wife. Like a pin-up doll, you were the starry night over his Rhone. Sanzu Haruchiyo had someone to come home alive for after Bonten extermination missions, Sanzu Haruchiyo had someone he wanted to be alive for to wake up the next morning and get kisses all over his face, Sanzu Haruchiyo had someone who let him throw his dirty shoes into her washing machine heart. And yet he let himself betray her as if it was the perfect crime.
The only thing present in his mind during the entire slow drive home because of the heavy traffic of Tokyo's streets was the thought that "men have needs"; he had needs. Haruchiyo needed to feel the adrenaline rush of doing the kind of thing that was seemingly forbidden to him, it wasn't like he didn't love you, he loved you, yes, but he needed to do it to feel complete. That is the truth, there is nothing to mask, nothing to hide, nothing to romanticize, nothing to throw under the rug hoping that flowers will grow from someone who never had hanahaki.
— Y/N? — Sanzu asked as he entered the house and searched for you with his eyes after leaving the cigarette in the ashtray. — My love? — He heard a "Yes? I'm here!" coming from the kitchen and immediately walked that way to have you welcome him with a tight hug and a deep kiss.
And then you smelled something that was not his and that Haruchiyo had tried to mask with his cigarette. Your hands trembled around his shoulders and yet you gave him a friendly smile. Maybe it was the new perfume from some Bonten executive, although Sanzu had never been one to enjoy much physical contact in the workplace.
— You smell different today. — You said, moving a little away from his body and raising eyes to face him.
— Oh, pretty girl, you're just imagining things. — Sanzu answered, taking your face between his fingers and smiling innocently. — I smell exactly the same as I always do, the only difference is that I came home smoking today. — You watched him sit down at the table and ran your tongue over lips before placing hands on his shoulders in a gentle massage.
Yes, you were imagining things. Imagining Haruchiyo's fingers nervously drumming against the fork every time you stared at him during the entire dinner, imagining his eyes darting away from yours more than three times in a row, imagining and over-thinking the way your boyfriend took off his shirt quickly to slip into the bathroom to shower without giving you the chance to run your hands over his back like you liked, imagining the worst.
Did I do something wrong? That's what you were thinking.
Haruchiyo didn't even give you more than a small kiss of goodnight before turning over onto his side of the shared bed and sleeping peacefully. And you, on the other hand, stayed awake for a long time after he had already gone to sleep and occupied yourself with going after the shirt he had worn that was tucked among several other layers of dirty clothes in the laundry basket.
And was there a more concrete proof of a crime than a suspicious posture and lipstick staining the collar of that shirt?
You felt your heart sink into your chest before you squeezed that tarnished fabric between fingers and slid eyes around the room until you found the serene figure of Haruchiyo sleeping on the bed. He looked too serene for someone guilty, your heart seemed too beaten for something that was innocent. Your breathing was heavy for a few brief seconds and body, lethargic.
When you met Sanzu Haruchiyo you thought he was your complete savior and you didn't pay attention when, in the first fight of the two of you because he didn't want to return your feelings for fear of hurting you at some point, you asked: "How is it possible that you are more afraid of my heart than the weapons you use?" and he just looked away without giving you a concise answer.
And then you opened a small smile before you threw that shirt on the pile of dirty clothes that would be washed the next day, straightened your posture and walked toward the bed to climb into it and hug Haruchiyo's body tightly. It would be the last time you would be home to hug him like that and at that time of night.
You didn't feel hurt, resentful, sad. You felt empty, but determined to give back in kind. You didn't want excuses, you didn't want scars from a love that would not heal on its own. No, you wanted to make Haruchiyo choke on his own poison and then have him crawl toward you begging for forgiveness.
So the next morning you behaved like you knew nothing and almost 100 times more adorable, perfect. It was almost as if on that day you were a doll ready to fulfill any request or demand from Sanzu, but in the successors? Oh, Haruchiyo didn't even recognize you anymore. There were no more welcome kisses, no more stroking his hair until he fell asleep, no more hugs when he came home from work at Bonten, you didn't even look at him.
In reality, there was just a Y/N coming home later and later with discreet but visible marks on body, a Y/N who became more and more distant and stuck to her cell phone, almost always with a smile and spontaneous giggles. Your cell phone didn't have the same password as before, and when Haruchiyo accused you weeks later of cheating on him, your only response was a debauched smile along with:
— You're just imagining things, Haruchiyo. — And it was his heart's turn to sink in his chest.
In the weeks that followed, Haruchiyo literally became the most loyal man on the face of the earth. It was as if he had become your personal obedient puppy ready to try to make you like him more with small gestures and words, Sanzu was really afraid for his life and soul that you would end up leaving him for your ex-girlfriend again. But more than afraid: he was angry, annoyed. Anger because she was a member of a rival gang that, despite discrepancies in business dealings with Bonten, still remained friendly to Manjiro's gang and therefore he couldn't hurt her without breaking almost every clause of an imaginary peace term instituted between the two criminal organizations.
You had been coldly calculating in choosing to resume your relationship with that particular ex-girlfriend, and there was not even an iota of shame within you for knowing this. In the end, he was the very one you learned to be like that from.
And while Haruchiyo was busy coming home from an especially tiring day of work at Bonten, you were busy lying on your ex-girlfriend's bed with one hand gripping her hair and forcing her face further against your wet and exposed pussy. Your legs were trembling on her shoulders, bust rising and falling rapidly and cell phone on the bedside vibrating with messages that you knew who they were from. Her mouth licking and sucking your folds and clit as if you were the tastiest meal she could have ever tasted in her entire life and hands holding your legs wide open.
You could tell how much she had missed you for long months without any news from you by the way she worked so hard to pleasure you and you had always loved the way her lips felt against your pussy. They were so soft and she looked so beautiful with them and her chin wet in your juices. And the way she moaned against your folds every time you forced your hips against her face and pulled her hair? Divine, so divine that it bordered on being too sinful to be real.
She slid three fingers inside you and left a trail of kisses down your abdomen and breasts before taking your lips to kiss and bite them. You couldn't help but moan her name every time those same digits rubbed against your G-spot and curved against your walls. It was so good, she was the only one except Haruchiyo who knew how to touch you right, how to make you cum fast with so little. Even after months of not seeing her, the effect that girl still had on you was intoxicating, almost as if she was the drug you needed to forget all your problems.
Your ex-girlfriend's other hand groped the mattress beneath both of you before reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing your cell phone to see who was the idiot that was texting you so many times. Your face sank into the curve of her neck leaving kisses and licks there while her fingers inside your pussy began to make faster and more precise back and forth movements.
A wicked smile appeared on the lips of the girl above you as she saw the nickname "My Sweetie" flash on the cell phone screen and seconds later, she was clicking on the cell phone camera app and recording you as she pushed you closer and closer to orgasm with her fingers widening and teasing your gummy walls. Filming you with those lewd and vulgar expressions was so satisfying, and it made it all the better knowing that it was she who was making you cum, not he.
— Wanna cum, princess? — She asked you with a smug smile while still fucking you with her fingers, and you moaned pornographically in response as soon as those tips hit the most sensitive spot inside your pussy again. — You're so gorgeous to me, you know that, don't you? — Her thumb rubbed your clit and you, nodding in agreement, closed eyes tightly knowing that you were about to cum. — Cum for me, pretty, hard and nice like I know you like it.
Your head dropped back and you grinned widely before moaning her name as you heard her say the very phrase she knew you liked to hear. Hard and nice like I know you like it. She does. And you did as she told you, cumming exactly that way with eyes rolling up and body shaking in its entirety.
And seconds later she was sending that videotape of you two having sex to Haruchiyo with the caption "I might be second choice, but at least she chose me”.
At your house, Sanzu was depressed with his cell phone pressed to his chest and thinking of a thousand and one ways to make you forgive him.
Until the video was received.
And Haruchiyo just sat there on the edge of the couch staring at that glowing cell phone screen dredged up in a frenzy of thoughts, jealousy, anger and a bitter taste in his mouth that he was reaping what he planted. You seemed to be enjoying the situation so much and that was what made him so angry, that made him boil with hatred.
But when you got home with legs still wobbly from overstimulation and throat a little hoarse from too much moaning and whining, the only thing you found was Sanzu Haruchiyo sitting on the edge of the shared bed playing that lewd video for almost the hundredth time.
— What the fuck is this? — He spat in your direction with his cell phone raised and almost shoved it in your face and you just pushed his hand away without looking at the smartphone screen.
— I’m enjoying my life just as you were enjoying yours. — You answered by looking at him with disinterest and Haruchiyo felt some of his patience that wasn't so high disappearing yet.
— Your life? — He cracked a sarcastic smile before tossing his phone on the bed. — Who do you think you are, Y/N? Who do you think you are, hm? You were from a... — Your raspy voice interrupted him, who did Haruchiyo think he was to demand anything of you?
— Oh, really, Haruchiyo, get over it. — Your voice dripped venom at him as your arms crossed over chest. — I did the same shit you did, what's the difference between you and me? At least I didn't try to hide it, I wasn't the first to cheat on you, I wasn't the person who ended a relationship. — His breath caught in his throat at seeing you use those words and a mocking laugh escaped your lips as your feet walked toward Sanzu and your finger brushed against his chest accusingly. — And, well, we're even now, aren't we? I'm moving on with my girl and you should do the same. At least she doesn't gaslight me and... — A loud laugh escaped Haruchiyo before he hooked his hand around your neck and pulled you forward, your faces dangerously close together, his pupil dilated and that's when your firm stance faltered with a look of apprehension that made his cock twitch in his underwear.
— Oh, gaslighting? — Sanzu asked with slightly raised eyebrows. — That's a pretty big word, sweetie, who taught you that, hm?
And seconds later he was throwing you on the bed and pressing you against the mattress with one hand still on your neck and the other going to aggressively remove your clothes. Your hands desperately tried to push him away, but it was so easy for Haruchiyo to subdue you. He knew you better than anyone after months of relationship and it was only a matter of time before he managed to get two fingers on your clit to slowly rub it and make you arch your body unable to breathe properly because of the sudden wave of pleasure sweeping over you and making you forget how pissed off you were.
— Fuck, see this pussy? — He spoke up, slapping your exposed pussy lightly and making you gasp with your hands clenched around his wrist that was around your neck making you breathless. — It belongs to me. Only me, the only person who is allowed to touch it is me, understand? — You gasped as you felt him tease your entrance with three fingers and tried to close your legs, only to have Haruchiyo tighten his grip on your neck. — I asked if you understood, bimbo. If you don't answer I may have to fuck an answer out of you, is that what you want?
— F-Fuck, Haruchiyo, yes... yes! I did-mhm! — Your voice faltered as Sanzu invaded your cunt at the same time that his thumb pressed against your clit with a pressure that made you wonder if your body wasn't about to cum.
— Now look how this slutty pussy of yours swallows my fingers without even thinking twice. — He made scissor movements inside you and you let your head fall back in shame at the lewdly true words of the man above you. — You hardly think twice about opening your legs for anyone, do you? Whore, that’s what you’re, but at least you're my whore. — Your legs tried weakly to kick against Sanzu's chest and he couldn't help but think you were cute for trying to push him away while his fingers were sunk deep inside your greedy pussy.
The more you tried to free yourself from his grip around your neck and his body subduing yours, the faster his fingers moved against your velvety walls and the harder it became for you to be able to fight off your own orgasm. And Haruchiyo was so skilled with his fingers, hitting against all the right spots, forcing you to accept the one position you should never have left: his little doll, ready to be fucked whenever he wanted.
And then suddenly the knot at the bottom of your belly tightened even more and in the blink of an eye you were coming apart in an orgasm that left you completely breathless beneath Sanzu, who was now watching you completely wet his palm and part of his arm.
— That's how you look the most beautiful, bunny. All fucked up beneath me, in the end only I can fuck you like that, right? Hard and nice like I know you like it.
You choked on your own saliva and Haruchiyo gave you a wicked smile before slapping your pussy and laying you face down on the bed with your back to him before removing his clothes.
— I totally caught you, didn't I? Never gonna let you run back into the arms of another woman, another man, any other asshole.
He brushed lips against your ear before biting the lobe and forcing your legs open to slip his cock between your wet folds with one hand flattened on your belly and the other reaching back for the neck.
— What d'you think about me breeding you, hm? I bet you'd love that since I've trained you to accept whatever I give you, right? — Sanzu held you still as his cock slowly worked its way into your gummy insides and a grunt of pleasure from him reached your ears sending electric waves straight to your pussy and making your walls clench around him. — Oh, you love that idea, don'tchu? The idea of me stuffing you full of babies, keeping your pretty pussy all puffy and numb from fucking my cum into you. — You moaned lasciviously at the idea with eyes rolling upwards.
It didn't take long for Haruchiyo to start pounding inside you with almost bestial force, his hands groping every inch of your skin they could reach and your head not knowing if it could focus on anything other than his dick sliding in and out of your cunt over and over again.
He was treating you like a fuck doll and you loved this position to the point that you moaned his name almost as if it was a religious mantra.
Sanzu whispered in your ear that he wanted to see you dripping with his cock, see you all stuffed full and you whined in response like you were in heat as moved hips against his just to get more of his cock stretching your walls almost to the limit.
Seconds before you ended up cumming for the second time for Haruchiyo, your eyes filled with tears from the overstimulation and he opened a smirk as he saw you wetting the sheets below you both with water droplets.
— Aww, my poor lil' thing. — He whispered in a sweet tone that didn't match the brutal way he was fucking you. — Don't cry, bunny, I'm gonna ruin your pussy completely so that you can no longer whore yourself out to other girls, 'kay? You'll love it, just- fuck, wait, you'll love getting cockdrunk. — And that was the last sentence you needed to hear before you ended up reaching orgasm again and turned into a complete slobbering mess.
A few erratic thrusts later, Haruchiyo finished using your wet hole and sank inside you painting your walls completely white, breeding you until you felt that maybe there was going to be a bulge in the bottom of your belly when he came out of your heat
— Quite pathetic. — Haruchiyo whispered breathlessly in your ear before pressing your body to the bed and pulling out of your cunt to watch a stream of white liquid begin to leak out of your entrance. — When I fuck you dumb, that's what you become, isn't it? A very pathetic dumb girl. — His hands massaged your back before turning you to face him and pulling you into a tight embrace. — But I love you anyway, you know that, don'tchu? — And then you gasped and nodded as Sanzu took out his cell phone to take a picture of your pretty, fucked-up face.
What would Haruchiyo do with that picture? Who knows, he might just put it up as his wallpaper for anyone to see or just send it to your girl in retaliation.
Breakfast for Choso with ingredients #17 and 34 with #2 sugar? Wine is optional.
EASY
— Nothing is ever easy with Choso, but for him, you’d push through hell and back.
meal order: breakfast + 17, 34 (fake dating, rentboy au) + 2 (enemies to lovers) + biting, scratching, choso eating reader out, sex on the beach
warnings: mature content, unedited fic, choso is mean and harsh when he’s angry
notes: thank you so much for this anon! I really enjoyed writing this and this totally made my day. I hope you like it!
word count: 10k+ LOL CHOSO BRAIN ROT
Your day was absolutely ruined. Dark, deep bags covered your under eyes as you stormed through the convenience store downstairs your apartment, body clad in an oversized hoodie and socks visible through slippers, hair greasy and lips chapped. You’re aware you look like a mess, but did you care?
Absolutely not, especially when you haven’t been sleeping well the moment you moved into this cursed apartment because of a certain fucker.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. That specific fucker – the cause of your ruin and the devil who prevented you from living a good life – waltzed inside the store, the small bell chiming to signal his presence. You scoffed at his confident, suave walk, further irritated because he just had to be insanely attractive – in an alternative, laid-back kind of way.
He wasn’t even your type; you preferred more refined men who wore pressed suits and leather shoes, but you had to admit this man was insanely attractive.
With deep, sunken eyes, a dark tattoo across the bridge of his nose and dark hair twisted into twin ponytails, large, muscular body covered in a black sweatshirt and a red scarf – he looked very much like a former member of a gang who retired because their barbaric ways wasn’t his thing. It was an odd theory, and you sat there at the corner of the store, glaring at the man who tiredly pressed the coffee maker machine for a dark roast.
As if feeling eyes on him, his lazy eyes slid over to yours, and almost automatically, one corner of his lips tilted up in humor. This fucker knew how much he annoyed you, and he only further pushed your buttons by walking over to you, the steam of his coffee nearly blocking your gaze.
“Good morning,” he greeted sarcastically, well aware that it definitely not a good morning for you.
“Have fun last night, neighbor?”
“Yes.”
“Jeez, you won’t even bother denying it?”
“I see no point in it,” he invited himself by sitting next to you, long legs crossed over his muscular thigh. You found yourself staring at how he seemed so firm even in loose sweatpants, averting your gaze and staring at your soggy ramen noodle cup instead. “And you’re not trying to hide the fact you’re listening, either.”
“I wasn’t listening!” you slammed your fist down the table – he didn’t even flinch, only continuing to sip his coffee as if you weren’t burning in anger beside him – as you hissed, “The walls are too damn thin and you’re so fucking loud.”
“No, I wasn’t. She was loud, though.”
Scoffing, you crossed your arms against your chest. He really was shameless. You already knew this man didn’t have enough shame in his body, but you didn’t think he’d have absolutely nothing.
Upon witnessing your stupefied state, he reached over to knock at your skull. “Still there, princess?” you cringed at his nickname for you; you didn’t even know this guy’s name, for pete’s sake! “Or are you still too bothered by the fact I got some good fucking last night?”
You flicked his arm away from you, nearly seething in your seat. “God, you’re insufferable. I should move out.”
“Yes, I think that would be for the best too,” he nodded to himself as he stared at his now empty coffee cup. Had it been that long already? Apparently, it was, because your noodles turned cold and your neighbor was already leaving your seat, dipping for a mocking bow. “Have a nice day, neighbor. Don’t think of my cock too much,” he teased, even going as far as winking until your jaw dropped.
You watched as he threw the paper cup in the proper bin, a little surprised he was decent enough to do mundane tasks like that. Sometimes, it was so easy to forget your neighbor was also a decent human being, but whatever.
You absolutely, utterly hated him, and you kept mumbling to yourself of the different ways you’d get your revenge on him as he walked out the door, his annoyingly gorgeous ass in view. “Yeah, right,” you scowled to yourself, “As if I can get that image out my mind now.”
He would not be an easy feat.
Despite your constant pleas for him to at least be silent during the weekdays to give you enough peace of mind to study for the finals, he didn’t stop. Hours just after the sun sets, you’d hear giggles and sloppy kisses on the hallway.
No matter how much you pressed your hands into your ears and set your music on full volume to block out the noise, you could always hear them.
Your neighbor was undeniably a fuckboy.
Every night, he’d have a different girl dangling in his arms. You knew, because the voices squealing his name while he fucked them right next door were always different. Some days, it was deep and throaty, and on other days it’d be high-pitched and nearly scraping at your ears. They all said the same thing though, such as fuck, right there, you feel so good or harder, harder, please, I’m so close!
To say you were traumatized was an understatement. You never wanted to hear such things again, but alas, your neighbor apparently couldn’t give a single shit because he was fucking someone again.
As if things couldn’t get worse, the person he brought home this time around just had to have the most fucking annoying voice ever. Or maybe it sounded like the others, but you were in the middle of memorizing veins and brain chemicals in alphabetical harder when you heard the headboard of his bed slam against your wall, the sound hard and loud enough you dropped your book in surprise.
They didn’t stop. If anything, he kept going harder until nothing but his low sexy groans and his partner’s screaming – that was right, she was fucking screaming – like she was having her insides rearranged.
You didn’t doubt the possibility that maybe she really was. Your neighbor was such a huge, attractive guy, after all, it would make sense he was capable of such. Before you knew it, you could no longer understand the words in your textbook. You kept rereading the same line over and over again, but nothing registered into your mind. You were so close to screaming at them to stop and shut the fuck up because it was three in the morning and they were still going at it, but you weren’t that mean.
Yes, you hated him, but you weren’t going to blue ball someone or make sex awkward. Sex with your ex was always awkward, so you knew how painful it was to live with that memory. No matter how much you hated your neighbor, you wouldn’t go that far.
So you trudged all the way up to the building’s public balcony, bringing a blanket with you to survive the chilly bite of the night.
You used your phone’s flashlight to read all over the textbooks, keeping your little note cards organized and color coded beside you. Finally, you could make sense of things a little bit more, and you chugged at your Red Bull to keep you awake. Time passed by so fast whenever you were lost with your nose stuck in a book, and your attention was only ripped away when the balcony door swung open, revealing your neighbor with messed up hair and bruised lips.
He looked totally fucked out.
“Oh, fuck, no – what are you doing here?”
“This balcony is for all tenants,” your neighbor barely blinked as he walked closer to you, but instead of joining you on the table, he leaned against the railings and stared into the night sky. He seemed so placid, a little approachable despite his intimidating face even, and for a moment, you were studying his sharp, masculine features before he turned your way with a passive face. “Last time I checked, I’m a tenant, therefore I have the rights to be here.”
“I don’t care,” you retorted childishly, pulling your books closer to you as if he wanted to steal it. He only raised a brow at your actions, the large muscles of his arms bulging up from where he stood.
It felt so hard to not salivate at the sight, but for the sake of your pride, you had to push those thoughts down and remind yourself why you hated him so much. “I evoke your rights. You’re not welcome here.”
“You’re awfully harsh to a stranger.”
“You’re not a stranger, you’re my neighbor who brings girls in his home every night and I can never get a wink of sleep because all I can hear is them moaning and the sound of balls slapping!”
“Vulgar,” he smirked, and he had no business looking so attractive with that arrogant smirk on his face that it took all energy you had in you to not whack him with your book.
“I think I deserve an apology.”
“I think you should mind your business.”
You stood up with a scowl, nearly shoving the book right in his chest. “Bro, I’m this close to slapping this book right in your pretty face. You see how thick this is? I’m not kidding, this will hurt. Listen, I’ve got a final exam and a suture practice this weekend. All I’m asking for is just a few hours of sleep – that’s all. I just don’t get why you always seem to be balls deep in someone at every god forsaken hour; I can’t focus on my work when the noises are so distracting. At this point, I remember their begging more than I’m familiar with nerves. I need to study, okay? I really want to graduate.”
He fell silent at your sudden rant, then, he tilted his head to the side, a small smile on his lips. “You think I have a pretty face?”
“After everything I said, that’s all you remember?”
“It’s kind of hard to listen to every word when I’m distracted by your eyes.”
His comment caught you off-guard, and your eyes widened, arm coming up to hide your face that soon began to felt warm. He only chuckled at your reaction, the sound deep and throaty that it went right straight into the pools of your belly. “My eyes – what are you talking about? Seriously, what’s wrong with you? You’re so creepy!”
“Hmm,” he snickered, “That’s the first time I’ve heard that.”
“What, no one tells you you’re creepy?”
“No, people always say I’m handsome,” he said it with such a straight face that you gave him an are you serious look, and he raised one shoulder to shrug. “I’m surprised you’re not attracted to me, to be honest.”
“Wow,” you drawled out, shaking your head with a laugh as you plopped down back to your seat in defeat. “Aren’t you full of surprises? First, I get a really horny man as my next door neighbor who keeps me up at night with his shenanigans, and now he’s got the audacity to ask me why I’m not attracted to him?”
“I mean,” he scrunched his nose cutely, a huge contrast to his domineering stature. “Why aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I give up. I’m just gonna crash at my friends tonight,” you mumbled to yourself while gathering your things, leaving your neighbor all by himself. As you reached the door, you called out to him one more time, “Oh, and by the way, you reek of pussy. Go shower or something.”
“So how’s your exams going?”
“They’re fine,” you lied through gritted teeth, slicing through the fish a lot harsher than you intended. The knife scraped against the plate and you winced at the sound, ignoring your father’s loud munching. “Not too much of a big deal. My professors are nice and my classmates are nice too. I’m fitting in really well and I think I’ll even come out on top of my class this time if it weren’t for that stupid little bastard…” your last words ended up as a whisper, eyes glazing to the side as you glared at nothing in particular.
“Stupid little what?”
“Nothing, nothing,” you waved your hand in the air, “Someone’s just distracting me from my studies, is all.”
At the mention of someone distracting your usually composed and unbothered self, your father straightened up in his seat, a large smile on his face that made him look younger than he really was. “Is it a guy? Do you finally have a boyfriend?”
“Ugh, dad, really, you’re the only father who’s so eager for his daughter to have a boyfriend. Shouldn’t you be more proud that, I don’t know, I’m pretty and smart? I don’t need a boyfriend or anything.”
Your father nodded, “True, you don’t need them, but trust me when I say life is going to get pretty lonely when you grow old and you’re all by yourself. It’s still better – and life is a lot happier – when you’ve got a stable supporting and loving figure in your life.”
“I have you for that.”
“And you always will,” he patted your hand gently across the table, “But a parent won’t always be there for their child, and if you’re still not prepared for the future or ready to stand on your own two feet, then that means I didn’t do a great job at raising you; that means I’ve failed as a parent. Tell me, have I failed? Have I raised my wonderful daughter to be so repulsed by the idea of love that she’s willingly closing her doors and locking herself away in isolation?”
“No…”
“I didn’t think so,” he grinned to himself, and you watched with a frown as his eyes crinkled in happiness. Your father was such the complete opposite of you; he was always so loving and open to everyone, while you were mopey and afraid of attachment.
“Don’t be too afraid to love, child. It’s one of the most wonderful things in this world – it’s a blessing – the absolute core of our being. Why do we exist if not to love?”
“Not everyone is a romantic like you, dad,” you sighed, “Plus…how is it so easy for you to finally find someone after Mom died? Isn’t she your soul mate?” you questioned, putting your fork and knife down as you looked your father in the eye. “I just can’t believe you’re getting married again.”
“It’s already been years since she passed away, Y/N. And yes, she is my soul mate, but that doesn’t mean I’m incapable of loving someone again. Our hearts aren’t limited like that, and your mother wouldn’t want me to keep mourning her when she’s resting in peace,” he gestured to the both of you after swallowing his food, “She would’ve wanted the both of us to be happy.”
At the mention of your passed mother, your shoulders deflated, and your eyes watered at the thought of her kind smile. You wished you could see that again.
“I miss her…”
“I know, child, I know,” your father smiled encouragingly, “I also know the reason you’re so afraid to love is because you’re scared they’ll end up leaving you too, like how your mom just slipped past our fingers like that, but it’s only her body that withered. She’s still with us, right in our hearts and in our memories.”
“You really do sound like a lovesick fool.”
“That’s because I am,” your father laughed with a slap to his knees. When his phone buzzed for his alarm, he quickly dabbed a towel on his lips, standing up to excuse himself. “Now, this lunch was lovely and I dearly missed you, but I need to go back to work. We doctors just never get a break. This is a life you have to prepare for if you want to follow my footsteps.”
“I won’t follow your footsteps – I’ll surpass you.”
“I’ll be waiting for that to happen then,” he announced proudly; pride bursting in his chest at how determined his daughter was. “Oh, and Y/N?”
“Yes?” You squinted at the mischievous look in his eyes, wary of what your cunning father had in mind this time.
“You won’t outsmart me. You better bring a boyfriend or at least introduce someone to me on the wedding – or else I’m pulling you out of the university hospital.”
“Wha – Dad, that’s not fair!”
“All is fair in love and war, child, you’ll learn soon.”
“Oh, I just hate men!”
You really did hate men.
Your final exam was tomorrow already and you’d lost count of the coffee and Red Bull you’ve inhaled today, all so you could study one last time for the test, but no, something – or rather someone – just had to get in your way.
“I’ve had enough,” you announced before slamming your door open; not hesitating as your fists came banging down on your neighbor’s door. “Hey! Keep it the fuck down – someone’s trying to study here! Seriously, man, is it really that hard for you to keep it in your pants for one night? This is what, the sixth woman you’ve had around the past four days? Don’t you get tired? Because I sure as hell am very tired of you!”
The moans and the sounds of bed creaking stopped. For a moment, you almost smirked to yourself when they fell silent.
If only you knew it would be that easy to shut them up, you would’ve done so long ago. You were about to turn back into your room when his door swung open, and you were met by his sweaty and muscular chest heaving up and down – either in anger or from his previous activities – you couldn’t tell.
Your throat felt dry as you peered at him under your lashes, almost afraid of the way he loomed over you. Thank goodness he found the time to wear pants, though, because had he been baby naked, you would’ve run for the hills already.
His dark eyes cut through yours as he seethed, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m the one who wants to ask you that,” you were surprised to find your voice despite the way your pussy actually ached just by the sight of his chiseled body, but when you did, you forced yourself to stand up taller, refusing to back down from his gaze. “It’s literally three in the morning and you’re about to fuck a hole through my wall!”
“I thought you said you’d be crashing at your friends. What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know I had to have your permission to come back home. Next time, I’ll give you a heads-up, good sir. And for your information, unlike you, I actually don’t like bothering the people around me so I came home. Now would you please kick her out and shut the fuck up for once?”
“Babe, are you coming back here or what?”
Red acrylic nails wound from his body out of nowhere, and your mouth fell open as you watched the naked woman press kisses on the blades of his shoulder. You were conflicted, torn between feeling jealous that she got to touch him like that because damn was he fine, but you also felt appalled your neighbor would be this type of person.
“Babe?” you repeated with a sarcastic laugh.
Stepping away from your neighbor’s tempting pecs, you waved to the stunning woman behind him. “Hi, I’m his neighbor, I don’t mean to be a cock block or anything but I’ve been a witness to his fuckboy ways for months now. If you think you’re special to him, I assure you, you’re not. Yesterday he was just banging two girls until the sunrise. If you’re really as sane as I hope you are, I suggest you skedaddle before this man feeds you with more lies. You’re not special, hun, he’s just going to fuck everything that walks on two legs.”
“Is that true?”
“Nadia, you know how this works—”
“I was literally just on the phone with you last night!” the woman named Nadia pushed him away, but because he was bigger, he didn’t budge. Nadia turned to you, her lipstick smudged and a suspicious white stain on the edge of her lips. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look down her head, and you and your neighbor both watched as she got dressed and left, hands up in the air. “Thank you for this. I should’ve known better than to waste time and money on him.”
You snickered as Nadia pressed on the elevator buttons, a scowl sent his way. Turning to him with pride swelling up in your chest, you smirked, “How does it feel—”
“Happy now?” he growled, his eyes so dark and slit into tiny cuts you took a step back, your heart pumping frantically for different reasons. You never thought he’d be this bothered for not being able to bust a nut. “Satisfied now, Y/N? Do you even realize what you’ve just done?”
“Uhm, yes,” you scoffed, matching his tone. “I just saved that poor girl’s life. Who else knows what you would’ve done and said to her. We don’t deserve to be looked down on and treated like this, you know.”
“Neither did I. I’m just doing my job.”
“Job? You don’t even have a job! You don’t even go to university for fuck’s sake – your apartment is rundown and smells like sour cunt and feet! Maybe you should even thank me because I’m trying to give you ideas on better things to do!”
“Yeah, and be like you?” he snapped, tugging at the strings of your hoodie until you fell a step forward. “Dressed in loose shirts to hide the fact you’ve got no tits and your ass is flatter than your back? Lying to her neighbor that she’ll crash somewhere but ends up waddling back home anyway because she’s always cooped up in her apartment studying to prove that she’s not as worthless as she is and that she doesn’t have a life or friends to begin with?” tears pooled at your eyes at his words, and you knew it hurt because it was true, but did he really have to say it that way?
However, his anger got the best of him, and he didn’t stop there. “I don’t want to be like you. I don’t want to skip meals and lose sleep studying for something I don’t care about because I don’t know anything else other than following daddy’s footsteps so he’d notice me more than his new bride. I’m happy with my life.”
“How did—”
“Like you said, the walls are thin. You’re not exactly so quiet to yourself, neighbor. It’s kind of pathetic you talk to the walls when you think I’m asleep because you’ve got no one else to talk to.”
Hands balled into fists at your side, you stood on your tiptoes to spit the words out. “You’re a terrible human being,” no matter how much you tried to exert dominance over him, your lips still quivered as you fought back the urge to cry. “Go fuck yourself.”
“You’re the one who needs to go fuck yourself and get laid,” he didn’t let you have another word as he slammed the door in your face, but you still heard him through the door anyway. “Uptight bitch.”
You were wrong.
Your neighbor wasn’t just difficult – he was completely impossible.
[Dad:] Don’t forget your date!
[You:] Dad…don’t push it.
[Dad:] I find it hard to believe my beautiful daughter can’t have one. Go out there and make some friends, Y/N, I know you isolate yourself too much. It doesn’t even have to be a boyfriend. You could date a girl for all I care. I just don’t want you to be too bored at the wedding. Bring a friend.
[You:] Fine, fine, okay.
[Dad:] But a boyfriend would still be better. Your old man isn’t getting any younger and I want grandkids in the future.
[You:] Dad!
[Dad:] love ya kid !
And so it was the turn of your events that had you groaning in your swiveling chair, the grip on your phone so tight you wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up breaking it. As if your week couldn’t get any more horrible with your neighbor’s hurtful words still living at the back of your mind, your father hadn’t stopped talking about you to his co-workers and his equally crazy mother that your grandmother didn’t waste time in calling you.
You loved your nan, you really did, but more often than not, she was much more of a pain in the ass than your father was. The old woman was ruthless, shooting you question by question on why her pretty granddaughter was still single, then came the demeaning comments of how you “weren’t living life to the fullest.”
Frustration eating away at you, you let out a silent scream.
The escort site blinked back at you mockingly, temptingly, as if to remind you that your problems could easily be solved with just a click. You chastised yourself for always having the need to solve problems fast and as easily as you could, because before you even realized what you were doing, your heart started beating a mile a minute as the other line kept ringing.
You ended up lying to your grandmother that yes, nan, I have a boyfriend, can I study for my exams now please, to which the pressing woman responded with, oh, finally! well, I won’t bother you anymore. study well, my dear, I can’t wait to see him!
Just thinking about how she would react if you came alone at your father’s wedding had you breaking out in a sweat, and you chewed at your nails while waiting for the site to pick up.
You were truly desperate now, so much so that you were actually calling a rental boy site.
“Good afternoon, thank you for calling Kamo Escorts! I’m Ijichi, here to assist you. What can I help you with?”
You held back a really painful cringe, biting the insides of your cheek as you got your heart to calm down. “Uhm, yeah…so this is like my first time c-calling a site like this and I don’t know what to do but…yeah.”
“I see, we get new callers too. Would you like a guide?”
“Yes, please, that’d be great thank you.”
“Kamo Escorts is all about, well, as you can see on our webpage – we have men and even women you can hire to escort you on special events. We mostly cater to clients who only need a pretty face to dangle off their arm for social company or even care, or whatever reasons the client may have and the relationship is purely business and professional, but in some cases, the escorts may have sex with the client too under the condition they are paid more.”
The gasp that left your lips was barely stifled, and you furrowed your brows at the implication. “Wh-what, so that’s like a real thing? Isn’t this…?”
Ijichi chuckled from the other line, almost as if he’d been asked this question many times before. “In a way, it is, which is why Kamo Escorts is commercially advertised for purely social company only. You may, however, negotiate with your escort if you would like more services, but we do require that you keep our escorts’ dignity and not look down on them. The service we provide may not be your typical honorable one, but we are dedicated and equally eager to be of service to this society. Should we find that you’re dehumanizing or harassing our escort, we won’t hesitate to…take some action,” the light warning of his tone didn’t go unnoticed by you, and Ijichi took note of your hesitant silence. “Would you still like to proceed?”
“Ye-yeah, I didn’t want the sex anyway.”
“Very well, then. What event are we looking for?”
“It’s for a relative’s wedding,” you supplied, “I need a date.”
“Any preference in escorts? Male, female, tall, short, sociable or introverted?”
Your eyes widened, your back flattening against your chair. “Oh, wow, so this is like a Build-A-Bear, okay, wait,” you chewed your nails again, racking up on your mind on who or what exactly you liked. “My ideal guy is…someone tall, and has pretty broad shoulders…I think I prefer a more introverted one too because people with too much energy sort of drains me…and someone caring and attentive, yes. Handsome too – but if that’s too much to ask for then—”
“It’s okay, Miss. I assure you all our escorts are definitely blessed in the gene department.”
At his confidence, you scrunched your nose and made yourself small on your chair. “Okay, but now that you say it, if he’s too handsome then I’m going to look like a potato next to him.”
“We’ll find someone compatible for you; we always never fail to please our clients. We’ll be able to match you with a more suitable escort if you’re more descriptive with what you want.”
“Okay, okay,” you continued, “Oh, and I like guys with long hair too, but really, anything is fine. I just want someone to effortlessly pretend they’re enamored after just one date and that they’re very glad to be there with me on the wedding. It’s even better if they’re introverted but can communicate well and isn’t shy at all. My relatives are kind of…freaky.”
Freaky couldn’t even begin to describe the chaos of your relatives.
In fact, had you not been paying for this service, you would’ve almost felt bad for the guy. He had no idea what he had coming for him – but then again, neither did you.
“I think we’ve got just the perfect guy for you,” Ijichi answered after a beat, “May I ask when is this event and how long you’d like to book the escort service for?”
“The event is in two weeks. I don’t need to meet him before the wedding because I’m very busy with exams, so I hope this guy can just act really well. As for the duration…I think just one day is enough. After the wedding, I’m coming right back home.”
“Convenient then,” he mused to himself, and you heard slight clicking from his side. “Let’s see…someone introverted and able to communicate well…definitely not Satoru, and his entirely booked by sugar mommies too…” Ijichi whispered to himself, followed by a slight humorous snort. “One last question: would you like someone older, younger, or the same age as you?”
“I’m in uni – I’d be more comfortable if they were closer to my age.”
“Oh, perfect, his schedule is oddly open for the whole month. Wonder what happened, he’s barely had free slots before…” the man was speaking to himself again, and you sat there pouting, even more dumbfounded at how this whole process worked.
Ijichi talked about this escort service and guided you so easily you almost couldn’t believe that it was as…simple as that. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but deep down in your mind, you were waiting for something fishy or weird to happen.
“I found someone for you. He’s one of our best escorts and I believe he’ll be great for this event. However, due to privacy issues, the disclosure of contacts and personal information can only happen once the escort agrees to this service. We’ll shortly get back to you if he’s up for the job. If not, I’ll find you another one quickly; you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“Okay, thank you so much!”
“It’s our pleasure. Thank you for contacting Kamo Escorts – we hope to see you again!”
Once the call ended, you fell back on your bed with a sigh. Your neighbor wasn’t around the whole day, leaving you in peace and silence, and you took advantage of the rare quietness by pulling out a book. Hours passed, and you were nearly finished with half the textbook, fingers slightly numb from practicing sutures over and over again when your phone lit up with a text.
It came from an unknown number, but the words were loud and clear. Hey, this is Choso, I’ll be your escort for the wedding. Please text me here for the details and what else you expect from my service. I’m only a text and call away, please don’t hesitate to ask me for anything else.
You blinked at your phone, unsure of how to process the whole thing.
So it was official now – you rented an escort and you had a date for the event. Quite frankly, you were kind of expecting that escorts would be a lot more…flirtatious or even eager to please, but this Choso guy sounded too formal for you to picture yourself having this stranger be a good company for your event. Ijichi sounded so sure though that you no longer questioned it; smiling instead now that you’ve finally solved one of your problems.
Life felt a lot easier.
At around four in the morning, you were too worn out to keep going. Your exam was in the afternoon so you still had plenty of time to sleep, your stomach grumbled, prompting you to leave your unit to get some snacks.
Keys in hand and feet cold in your socks, you locked your door, halting in your steps when you saw your neighbor. Different from his usual comfortable clothing, he was dressed in a formal white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his large, masculine hands coming up to loosen his tie. He wasn’t aware of your presence, almost blindly walking to his door and sighing. You didn’t miss the fact his shoulders were slumped, and he looked absolutely worn out.
For a moment, you actually felt worried, until you remembered what he said to you.
“What, no pussy to fuck tonight?”
He froze in front of his door for a moment, slightly tilting back to see your aggravated stance. Upon seeing it was just you, he shook his head and turned back to unlock his door. “No thanks to you.”
“Aw, did I ruin your reputation?” you mocked sarcastically, “I’m surprised people aren’t smart enough to pick up the smell of women’s perfume on you already. Seriously, are people that desperate for touch?” It was ironic; you’d never admit it, but you weren’t any better than them. You were equally desperate to be touched despite your aversion to romantic relationships, but he didn’t need to know that.
“It’s normal when you’re someone people are naturally attracted to. Not that you’d get it, of course, because it’s clear you don’t get some.”
“At least my apartment doesn’t smell like pussy.”
“At least I don’t masturbate every night then pass out after one weak orgasm.”
Your cheeks burned at his offhanded comment, and even with his back turned to you, you could see the slight smile tugging at his cheeks. He must’ve felt so cocky, thinking that he’d defeated you, so you blurted out the most intelligent thing possible: “How dare you!” while grabbing onto his shoulders to make him face you. “Look me in the eye and take that back!”
“Whatever you’re planning,” he crooned, head tilted to the side and making strands of his bangs fall over his eyes. He looked absolutely handsome under the flickering lights of the hallway in that moment, and you hated how you weren’t able to take your hands off of his strong shoulders, his masculine and spicy perfume clouding your mind. “It’s not going to work. Surprise surprise, but you’re not as cute as you think you are.”
Your eyes burned with fire, the nerves in your body so closing to popping. He infuriated you so much. “And you’re not as sexy as you believe you are!”
“Oh, yeah?” The positions are suddenly switched as he cornered you beside his doorframe, both of his arms planted beside your head. Because he was taller, he had to lean down to look you in the eye, his warm, minty breath brushing over your lips. You stared at him with wide eyes, fingers raking over the wall in a silent attempt to flee. Upon seeing your pursed lips, he laughed.
“Then why are you so shaky? Do I make you nervous?” his head dipped down, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “Say…you only pretend to hate me, but you actually wish it was you I’m fucking every night, don’t you? Tell me…do you touch yourself when you hear me eating someone out?”
“I-I’m not—”
Before you could combust under his gaze, he pulled himself away from you, a satisfied smirk on his face at your flustered state. He chuckled lowly, keys spinning on his thick finger. “I was just teasing you, princess. No need to get so worked up.”
“I never want you near me again!”
He raised both brows as if to challenge you, and you knew from the glint in his eyes he was up to no good. “Princess, you jumped on me first.”
“I didn’t!” You shouted, immediately slapping your palm over your lips after realizing people were sleeping. He snickered at your reactions, and you pushed past him back to your unit, suddenly losing the appetite to get your precious snacks. “God, I hate you so much.”
“Believe me, the feeling is mutual.”
Difficult. Unbelievable. Complicated. Idiotic. Nothing was ever easy with him.
“Would you stop fidgeting?” your father scolded from his chair, his body barely moving as the stylists fixed his hair and makeup, but his eyes glared at you from the mirror. “You’re a lot more nervous than I am, and it’s my wedding.”
“Sorry, I can’t help it.”
Your father sighed to himself, standing up after they were done with him. He checked his appearance in the mirror for a while, nodding to himself in satisfaction. It was still a little surreal that he was going to get married again, to a woman half his age of all people, but he was happy, and his bride seemed to really love him too, so you no longer questioned your father’s decisions. He was an adult, anyway, he could make his own decisions.
“You’re waiting for your boyfriend, you say?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s he like?”
You stiffened at the question. Not wanting your sharp-eyed father to pick up on the smallest cues, you lied through your teeth despite not having any idea on who or what kind of person the escort was.
Other than discussing details of how you two supposedly met, conversations had been crisp and short. You were lucky that the escort seemed to be nice and smart enough to not always ask you to explain everything, and he was crisp and curt in his texts too. No flirty or suggestive messages, not even a single emoji. He seemed a little stiff, and while you worried if you could fake chemistry with someone who seemed like a wall, you were also assured by the fact he wasn’t some creep.
“Nice. He’s sweet. You’ll like him.”
“And when did you meet him?”
“Dad, do I have to tell this story all over again?” you groaned, “We met after exams, he goes to a different uni and he studies law—”
“Law. Impressive.”
“Of course you’re impressed,” you rolled your eyes. Coming from a family of doctors and engineers, your father, and pretty much everyone else in the family, also expected that you’d date someone who was equally intelligent and had enough connections in different industries at least. It just so happened you were really lucky your escort also really did study law for a bit before he became an escort; a detail you never got enough explanation for. “He’ll be here anytime soon. Just you wait.”
In reality, you were the one who couldn’t wait.
You were excited and nervous at the same time to see this mysterious escort, and you were in the middle of talking to your father and his bride when someone called you.
“Y/N?”
You turned around with a bright grin. That must be him! You clasped at the hems of your dress so you could meet this mysterious, rigid man properly, but the moment your eyes met his equally startled gaze, you choked on your own breath. “Y-you—”
Choso stood before you; handsome as ever in his suit and tie, his iconic twin tails still there. How ever would your father believe you now that he was a lawyer, especially with his messy hair and face tattoo? You loved it and found it sexy on him, no denying that, but your father was a little bit more traditional. But that aside, it was Choso?!
His professionalism arose and he regained his composure quicker than you did, the smile on his face so natural and alluring even you almost fell for it.
Choso wrapped an arm around your waist before kissing you on the cheek, and the skin felt extremely hot under his lips. You couldn’t move, couldn’t even speak, because Choso was pressed flush against you, and he looked at you with stars shining in his eyes you didn’t know whether to be flattered or afraid.
Maybe a fucked up mix of both.
“I’m sorry I’m late. Traffic was bad,” he explained with a small smile on his lips, and he looked so handsome and smelled so good in that moment you were left gaping at him as he bowed to your father, arm politely extended. “You must be Y/N’s father. It’s very nice to meet you sir. I’m her boyfriend, Choso.”
To your surprise, your father eagerly shook his hand with the brightest grin he’d worn the whole night before he faced you with a laugh. “No way,” he beamed, gesturing to Choso. “He’s your boyfriend? You managed to snag this fine man?”
“Dad!” your ears burned with embarrassment. Choso only laughed; making you painfully aware of his large, warm hand resting at the small of your back.
“I heard you’re a lawyer, son?”
“Yes, sir.”
Your father nodded in approval, the two exchanging over words about what his plans were for the future and how his studies were going. You stood there with a pounding heart, fearful that Choso could fuck up any moment, but he was so effortless and easy going. Had you not been the one paying him, you would’ve been fooled too.
So this was the life of an escort.
“So how much did my daughter pay you?”
“Dad, I didn’t—”
“I mean, there’s no way she actually charmed you with her non-existent social skills. My daughter here can’t even talk to someone and look them in the eye, much less ask someone out, so how did this happen?”
Choso laughed at your father’s lighthearted comment, saving the day for what seemed like the hundredth time already. “I approached her first, sir. We were both eating in this small diner and it was cramped, so we shared tables and started conversation,” Suddenly, his grip tightened on you as he pulled you closer, your ear now resting above the lulling and steady beating of his heart. How was he so calm?
He lightly squeezed your hip and it had you freezing under his touch, stiffening even more when he looked down at you so adoringly. “Guess it went downhill from there.” God, you had no idea who this man was.
“Really? What did you guys talk about?”
Choso opened his mouth to speak, but it was there, that damned glint on those dark eyes again that you clutched at his bicep. He may be damn good at this job, but knowing Choso, he was enjoying this way too much.
Anything you couldn’t predict or control properly was a huge no in your game, and you pulled Choso away before he could say something downright humiliating.
“Dad, just go focus on your wedding. I want to spend time with my boyfriend, okay?” You couldn’t even begin to fathom the inward cringe upon your words, the feeling only worsening when Choso fought back a laugh masked with a cough. Before your father could say anything else, you dragged Choso rather harshly, but he didn’t mind; he followed you obediently. “Come with me. I need to talk to you,” You didn’t stop until you were both alone in a desolated corner, and finally, you hissed at him. “What are you doing here?!”
“I should be asking you the same thing – but it turns out you’re my client.”
“Client? So you really are my escort?”
“Yes, I am.”
“So those women…”
“All my clients,” he confirmed your thoughts. “I assure you they knew what they were getting into. In fact, they were the ones who asked for that special service that caused you to lose your sleep every night. That woman the other day was just pissed because she booked me for three days, but I lied that I was available until the duration she wanted when I wasn’t.”
“You mean you were still working an escort for somebody else?”
He shrugged. “Pretty much.”
“Why did you lie then?”
“It’s more money,” Choso stared down at his hands before his eyes flitted back up to yours, his face unreadable. “I’m saving up so I can move somewhere else. Our apartment isn’t exactly the most ideal considering my profession. I need to find someplace quieter with thicker walls this time,” he smiled, “That way, I’ll no longer bother my sweet neighbor,” your lips felt dry at his words, your tongue darting out to lick at them while Choso scrutinized you under his gaze.
“I have to admit though – you asking for escort service is the last thing I’d ever imagine you doing. Not that I’m complaining since it’s still money in my pocket, but you’re not the most pleasing company to be with.”
“Oh, you bet, Choso. Had I known you were going to be my escort, I would’ve declined long ago,” you groaned, your head dropping in your hands. “What was Ijichi thinking when he said I would be compatible with you?”
“You’re not,” he stated, “But I am compatible with you – as I am with pretty much everyone else. I’m one of the best escorts, and soon you’ll see why.”
You didn’t understand what he meant by then, but it seemed Choso was quite eager to show his skills off when he dragged you back inside the reception event. The whole time, you couldn’t pay attention to anything or anyone else other than Choso. It still felt hard to believe that the whole time, he really was doing his job, and upon seeing how easily he had people believing you two were an item despite you just standing silently beside him, you felt guilty that you disrupted his “work” like that.
Guilt gnawed at you as Choso made everyone laugh, and soon your relatives were cooing, praising you and congratulating you that you were “happy” now.
Back then, you always looked down on him and even called him a mere fuckboy, but Choso was so much more than that. He was intelligent; his past as a lawyer proved that, and whatever happened that caused him to work in this industry kept lingering in your mind.
There was no denying it now.
You respected this man – admired him even.
“And now it’s time to join the newly married couple on the dance floor! Come on, people, bring your dates up here for a twirl!”
You remained planted in your seat, too comfortable with Choso’s jacket draped around your bare shoulders. You’d lost count of how many times your head ducked down for the lack of sleep, and as much as you loved your dad, you wanted nothing more than to go home and rest.
Choso offered his hand to yours, a teasing smile on his face. He wriggled his eyebrows up and down, and he looked so utterly ridiculous that you couldn’t believe the boring man you were texting was the same infuriating yet undeniably attractive bastard who was your neighbor was the same fun. The world is very small, it seemed, and you weren’t sure whether you were brave enough to venture these strange places and feelings.
“Uh-uh. No. I’m not dancing.”
“Two left feet?”
“No, I’m wearing heels. My feet hurts.”
“Then take it off.”
“And get my feet dirty?” you scoffed. As if to prove your point, you snuggled deeper into his jacket that smelled heavenly like him, closing your eyes as you pretended to sleep. “Sitting here isn’t so bad. Plus, look at them, all staring at each other with goo-goo eyes. It’s revolting,” you shuddered.
Through the sickeningly romantic music playing in the background, Choso fell silent. You cracked an eye open, frowning when Choso studied each of your features carefully. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You seem to hate the idea of love.”
“Because it’s pointless.”
Choso narrowed his eyes at your answer, brows bunching up at the way your shoulders squared to keep yourself away. Then, he stood up and sighed, offering his hand to you once more.
“I won’t really ask you to explain why, because frankly, I don’t care,” you stared at his large palms for a few seconds. There must be a ghost possessing your body because you looped your fingers through his and allowed him to guide you on the dance floor despite your mind’s protests, and soon, Choso’s eyes were all over you. “But if you don’t want your money to go down the drain and you really want to convince everyone, I suggest you forget about that mindset for just a few more hours,” his voice dropped down to a low whisper, his forehead pressed to yours. His eyes turned solemn, his hand on your waist gentle. “Dance with me. Let’s show them how madly in love we are with each other.”
“We met just last week, remember?”
“Love at first sight, princess,” Choso kissed your forehead, sending your heart thumping and running to another dimension. Oddly enough, you didn’t mind, and your hands travelled from his strong arms to his broad shoulders instinctively. “Take your heels off. You can step on my feet and I’ll dance for us both. Just put your arms around my neck – yes just like that,” he nodded with a smile when your fingertips nervously played with his hair, and Choso began to dance you both in time with the music. “Are you good?”
“I don’t like this lack of space between us.”
Choso smirked, “Why, do I get you all hot and bothered?”
“Jesus, Choso, you can’t be serious for a minute, huh?”
“It’s kind of hard to be serious when you’re so flustered and adorable right now,” you pulled at his hair in response, but of course, he wasn’t really hurt.
“Look at me,” he demanded, but you refused, keeping your gaze planted on your bare feet on top of his again. “Hey. I said look at me,” he tilted your chin up until you’re forced to be like prey under his gaze, his breath tickling the bow of your lips. “I am your escort for tonight – and I humbly ask that you do your part as my client so I can perform my job well. I need you to look into my eyes and pretend you’re in love with me.”
“I don’t want to fall in love with anyone,” you suddenly admitted, “I’m scared.”
“You don’t have to be,” he replied, softly this time, and his hands ran down tenderly to your hips to pull you closer to him. “I’ll be there to catch you.”
You couldn’t remember who leaned in first. The only thing you remembered was that the music faded in the background when you kissed him – or maybe he kissed you – fuck, you didn’t really remember. Eventually, the kiss grew too heated, his hands squeezing your waist while you moan at the taste of chocolate and wine on his expert tongue.
Choso easily read your mind and swooped you away from the crowd, the both of you stumbling until you made it out to the venue and onto the beach.
The salty air kissed your skin while Choso carried you bridal style, arms looped around his neck while he kept moving his lips above yours. He was laughing through the kiss with how messy and eager you were, tugging at his shirt to encourage him to unbutton it. Choso set you both down on the darker, isolated part of the beach where nothing but the sound of waves lapping against one another could be heard with your breathless pants and his chuckles.
You were lying on his jacket, dress bunched up to your chest while your legs were spread wide open for him. “Ch-Choso,” you choked out when his tongue ran flat across your slick folds, his hands keeping your hips pinned down to the sand. “I-I, please.”
“I got you, princess,” was all he said before he completely dived into your heat, his sharp nose brushing into your cunt.
It didn’t take long until you were spasming in his hold, legs closing around his head. Choso groaned into your pussy, a finger working its way inside your sopping cunt while he licks and slurps your arousal like it was fucking water. Now you understood why those girls always lost their mind – Choso was a fucking expert when it came to worshipping pussy.
Choso pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine at the sudden emptiness, but he was kind, eager to please you that he immediately replaced it with his tongue.
You cried out when you felt his tongue entering your hole, one thumb pulling the hood of your lips up to reveal your sensitive pearl. Choso rubbed your clit fervently, his other hand reaching up to squeeze and tug at your breasts while he drank your juices dripping down his tongue as if you would be his last meal – and he honestly wished you were, because you tasted like heaven on him and he wanted more.
Once he felt you clamping down on his tongue so tightly he struggled to retrieve his warm muscle back, he helped you reach your high by pinching your clit. You moaned out his name, the sound sending blood straight down his cock, and he groaned into your pussy the moment you grinded on his face as you relaxed from your orgasm.
Choso didn’t give you the chance to recover from your orgasm, pulling you up to his lap before he’s kissing you again. You moaned when you tasted yourself on his tongue, his face and cheeks sweet from your arousal and cum.
You should be ashamed, but you couldn’t find a single bone in your body that felt shy right now. Choso was right – there was no point in being shameful when it came to your pleasure.
The kiss was sloppy, more tongue than lips and teeth clashing onto another. Choso grinded you on his hardened erection in search of your heat that would bring him relief, but he slowed down and pulled away from you, a string of saliva connected from your lips. He wanted you – wanted to fuck you so badly – so he searched your eyes for the answer when you aligned the tip of his cock to your entrance. “Is this okay? Are you sure with this?”
“Yeah,” you gritted your teeth when his tip entered your tight cunt, your walls sucking him in greedily already. Choso’s head dropped down to your shoulder, his teeth sinking down to your shoulder. You slowly sat down on his thick length, but then froze before he could bottom out. “Wait, no, I’m broke! I can’t pay for your extra services!”
“It’s free for you, princess,” he rasped out, “Now sit on my lap so I can feel you around me already.”
“Do you always have to be so vulgar?”
Through the pleasure that had his abs rippling, Choso managed a laugh. “You might want to get used to it.”
“Why would I?” you breathed out, eyes shutting tight once he fully slid into you. He allowed you to get used to the sudden stretch; it had been too long since you’ve been touched this way that you were impossibly tight around him right now. Your chest rose and fall with each faltering breath, your nails running down his back when Choso gave a deep, experimental thrust that immediately hits your sweet spot.
You moaned, cheek resting on his shoulder as Choso set the pace, squeezing your ass as he bounced you up and down his cock. “You’re gone after this. Once this contract is over, you’re moving away and I won’t get to see you anymore. I-I won’t lose sleep anymore after hearing you fuck all those women and gosh, I hate you so much, you know that?”
“I hated you too,” he groaned through your skin, “Or at least, that’s what I told myself so I wouldn’t get hurt.”
“Hurt? I would never hurt you,” Really, you praised yourself for still being able to form coherent sentences even after Choso kept fucking into you.
“I’m an escort, princess, I’m everybody’s and nobody’s at the same time,” he explained almost angrily, and his lips zealously sucked love bites to the sensitive flesh of your neck, “Even if you won’t hurt me, we’re bound to crash and burn at some point. This is why we’re not allowed to get attached to anyone,” his lips brushed over her collarbone, his canines dragging along to make red marks. “Why we’re not allowed to fall,” he squeezed her breast in the palm of his hand, twisting the peaked nipple until you whined, hips bucking deeper into his cock. “Why we’re not allowed to love.”
“I-I don’t understand.”
“I’ve always liked you,” he laughed through the pleasure, holding your hips down so he could drive his cock deeper into you. Yes, he was selfish, yes, he was frustrated – and his feelings burst through the way Choso powered into you. You fell limp in his arms and he easily caught you like he always did, his eyes blown wide as he stared right into your eyes, his dick still pummeling through your gummy walls.
Choso inhaled sharply when you clenched down on him, an elongated moan spilling past your lips. “I liked you the moment you moved in and you fell flat on your face before you could greet me.”
“Shut up, don’t remind me of that!” you raked your nails down his back hard enough to draw blood, and Choso concealed the pain with light chuckle, the pain only prompting him to absolutely use you. “You’re seriously bringing it up now when you’re – ah, fuck – b-buried in me?”
Choso tugged at one of your legs and wrapped it around his waist, the sudden change of angle had you pressing down deeper into him. It felt like you were sinking closer and closer to his cock, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix until you’re crying out in his arms, scratches evident on his back.
“For now,” he breathed out, “I want to at least be selfish enough to want you now, just for now if fate won’t still allow it.”
“W-we can try,” you said in your lust-filled gaze, lips crashing down messily to his while you bounced on him, your hips slamming down at the same to meet his thrusts. “It’s not going to be easy, but we can try, right?” You cupped his face, surprised with the sudden vulnerability from his hooded eyes, looking so innocent and beautiful as if he wasn’t painting your insides white.
“Okay,” he nodded, brows pinching together. And that was all the both of you needed before Choso sank his fangs down the column of your neck to hold on his low groans; your head thrown back as you both drown in the pleasure of being with one another.
In the blink of an eye, all tenderness is Choso’s touches replaced by the hunger in his eyes and the power of his lust-filled thrusts. You were a moaning mess by the time your hips sit flat on his pelvic bone and his balls brush on your ass from how deep he was hitting you, and you felt his teeth nibble at the side of your breasts again as he warned, “But for now, I’m not going to go easy on you – not when I’ve wanted you for so long and I’ve been so hard for you these all time.”
And you allowed him. Because nothing was ever easy with Choso, but for him, you’d try pushing through hell and back.
NOTES: SPOILERS. Both the request and this imagine has SPOILERS, and now this note will have a SPOILER... Does Gojo actually know he'll end up in the box? I haven't read the manga, but I got spoilers from Japanese Twitter so I know he goes in. Anyway, thank you @coopcakecharlie for requesting!
He knew what could potentially happen tomorrow, and you did as well. He debated on telling you or not because he didn't want to spend his last moments with you in sadness, but decided that it was selfish of him to not tell you.
The two of you spent the whole day together. You baked cookies in the kitchen together, went to a local cafe to eat their sandwiches for lunch, and did a little shopping.
For dinner, he took you out to a fancy restaurant because he said you deserved the best.
There was a subliminal message in how he phrased it, and you knew he meant that you deserved a better lover than him.
He was usually rough with you whenever the two of you had sex, always loving how you creamed around his cock with your face pushed into the pillow.
He loved the fucked-out expression on your face whenever he tugged your head back by your hair while his cock pounded into you repeatedly.
But tonight was special. It was potentially your last moment with him forever. There was no telling what could happen tomorrow and he wanted to make the best of you.
He was gentle with you tonight. You were on your back with your ankles on his shoulders. His touches were feather-like and soft against your flesh.
You had tears in the corners of your eyes, but it wasn't from how overstimulated you were—a majority of it, anyway.
With one hand on your ankle, he trailed his other hand down your leg and across your clenched tummy. His fingers brushed against your open mouth, spreading the saliva in the corner of your mouth before cupping your cheek.
His thumb smeared some of the tears away. He smiled at you, leaning in to kiss you. You let out a cry of pleasure at the new angle. His cock was buried deep inside you and your legs were nearly pressed against your chest.
You could barely breathe because of the position, how good his cock felt, and the sadness and hollowness you felt in your heart.
"I usually like your pretty tears, but I'd rather you smile tonight," he whispered.
You enveloped his hand that was on your cheek with your hand, nuzzling your cheek into his hand.
"I'm sorry," you whispered.
"It's okay," he reassured.
You hiccuped. "I love you."
"I know. I do too."
You did your best to smile for him, but it came out strained. He leaned back, moving his hands to your hips.
The position changed. You were now on his lap, chest pressed against his. His arms were wrapped around your waist, while your arms were wrapped around his shoulders and neck.
"S-Satoru," you panted as he bounced you onto his cock.
"That's it, beautiful," he coaxed. "You're doing so good for me. You've been so good to me," he added. "What would I have done without you in my life?"
You sniffled. "S-Satoru—"
"I know."
He leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. His lips were slow and warm against your quivering lips in contrast to the fast pace he was going at.
"You'll be fine without me," he murmured against your lips.
"No," you cried.
"Mhm." He pecked your lips. "You'll be amazing. You'll wake up everyday like usual, open the blinds, and smile real pretty as you go on with your life."
"No, you'll—you'll be back," you reassured. "I know you will."
He smiled and pressed his lips against yours. It was painfully slow, but felt warm and sad at the same time.
"I'll do my best to come back to you," he murmured.
You nodded, kissing his eyelids and cheeks and nose. "Come back."
"I will."
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