Music To My Ears

Music to my Ears

SUMMARY: You and Sanzu decide to take a risk and fuck in Mikey’s quarters while he's not there.

Content warnings: pwp, Threesome—f/m/m, Anal sex, Anal fingering, cunnilingus, blowjobs, Multiple orgasms, Orgasm delay, Voyeurism, Praise kink, Light Dom/sub, Biting, Creampie, Dirty Talk, Cum Swallowing

sanzu x f!reader x mikey, sanzu x mikey

a/n: my sanmai brainrot is manifesting now

Your moans are always music to his ears, the perfect song that begins being soft and gentle but quickly turns rambunctious and powerful—straight from pianissimo and right into fortissimo. And even though you both put yourselves in such a dangerous situation that will surely result in unfortunate, if not horrendous, consequences, Sanzu can’t help but want to enjoy the music you breathe into the air.

But he can not. Instead, he quiets you with a hand over your mouth, thumb on one side and four fingers on the other while being careful not to cover your nose. His body is atop yours as he holds himself up with one arm, hips flush while you are on your back.

Sanzu hikes your legs over his shoulders in order to cant your hips upward, giving him better access to the area that makes you sing, and as he shifts his position, bending his knees and moving them closer to you, the angle of his thrusts changes and he starts hitting a spot deep inside you that had your eyes rolling back and the lids closing as you keen into his hand.

It was still loud, though—too loud.

“Shh, shh, shh. You don’t want us to get found out, do you?”

Your eyes open to meet his royal blue ones, and you shake your head beneath his grip; he rewards the answer by grinding into you, his groin rubbing against your clit with each roll of his hips, and it forces more noises that are just an octave higher than before to escape you.

“Are you close?” he asks, his voice just barely above a whisper; you nod again. “Rub your clit.”

Your much smaller hand than his own snakes between your bodies, delicate fingers grazing your clit, and just the mere touch makes you gasp. Your hips jerk away like you’d been injured, but you immediately go back for it and starts rubbing quick circles on the swollen bud, your legs soon trembling on his shoulders.

Sanzu starts thrusting again, hitting that spot deep inside you just like before—he must have been, if the way his wife is sounding off beneath him was anything to go by, as well as how your pussy pulses around his cock, threatening to clamp down around him like a vise as you grow closer and closer to your orgasm.

You keen as he pounds into you and he so badly wants to uncover your mouth just to hear the beautiful crescendo you are releasing as you are building up to your climax. But he knows better.

“C’mon, baby. Cum for me. Let me feel it,” he breathes, snapping his hips against you one, two, three more times—

The door to the room you both are in opens like the gates of hell, and Sanzu can’t scramble off his wife fast enough, pulling out and uncovering your mouth just as you reach your peak and ungracefully tumble right over it, back arching and a loud moan escaping your chest.

You seem undeterred by the intruder who’d just walked in on your intimate moment and who’d froze at the sight of you fucking in a place they definitely have no business being, and instead you just roll onto your side, close your legs around your hand, and try to catch your breath.

The Bonten figurehead’s eyes flick between you and Sanzu as he stands just inside the doorway, his hand still on the helve as the bulkhead that separates his personal quarters from the rest of the building is wide open. Sanzu can only remain where he is, jaw tense and eyes straight ahead as he stands at attention like the right-hand man he is.

When the door is gradually shut, its eerie creaking and lock clicking both sounds that would surely haunt his sleep for nights to come, he could only watch as Mikey then slowly makes his way across the room and toward his desk while the heavy but steady rhythm of his steps reverberates off the walls and shakes Sanzu to his core.

The Bonten Leader removes his coat and tosses it onto his desk, and it was at that point Sanzu glances back at you, realizing that you, too, is watching, though your face and chest are flushed—but whether that is from embarrassment, your orgasm, or something else, he isn’t sure.

Neither of you knows what to do and you both are sure as hell do not know what Mikey is about to do, but you two remain still, waiting for your punishments.

Sanzu can’t help but wonder if getting thrown off the building—or even just voluntarily jumping off it—will be less painful than silently standing at attention in the room with Mikey, listening to his steps as he moves, while you two wait for disciplinary action. His stomach is twisting and turning in a cocktail of anticipation and anxiety and dread.

Mikey is at the table now and he pulls out the chair that is closest to his desk, takes a seat, then leans back and crosses his arms over his chest. The pose is intimidating and shows his patience has grown thinner.

Then again, Mikey is staring directly at you—at least until those two eyes that are the color of charcoal turns toward Sanzu and locks with his ocean blue hues. Immediately, he looks straight ahead again, his stomach locking up as he suddenly realizes that, yeah, he understands how you are feeling now.

But the room goes silent—awkward—aside from the sound of Sanzu’s heart in his chest and ears that is no longer a steady rhythm but some sort of fucked-up beat he can’t even keep time of. And then Mikey speaks in his familiar, husky voice that always had the pinkette’s stomach doing twists and turns and flips like acrobats.

“Please continue.”

Mikey could have shot Sanzu in the head with a glock at that very moment and he’d still be staring at him in confusion. But both he and you must have been displaying the same facial expression because an annoyed look crosses Mikey’s face as his eyes flicks between the two of you again. He waves his hand a bit from right to left, palm straight up, urging you both to continue with what you are doing.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” he reiterates.

“I—” Sanzu begins but cut himself off as he glances back at you. “I don’t—I’m not sure—are you—is this—uh—” He sputters like an idiot, his words unable to gain traction in his mouth and instead his tongue keeps slipping and sliding over like he is attempting to climb a muddy hill in flipflops, and by the time he even finishes stumbling over every attempted sentence, only one clear thing comes out: “boss?”

Mikey’s string of remaining patience snaps and Sanzu feels like it is going to slide down his throat and choke him. “My most loyal dog.”

Mikey’s tone is sharper than the katana Sanzu had accidentally cut himself with when clearing a raider hideout two nights ago—and that thing had really sliced through his hand—but his title is said in a way he hasn’t heard before and it makes him stand up straighter, shoulders square, as he stands at attention in more ways than one.

“Get back on the bed and continue fucking your wife.”

Sanzu’s mouth opens and closes a few times as he glances back at you again, then at the Mikey, then back at you; and he is about to move—

“Don’t make me tell you again.”

“Yes, boss,” the scarred man says, his voice cracking from nervousness, before he quickly climbs back onto the bed. He has gone soft after getting caught, but Mikey’s sharp tone and husky voice has, well, helped give him a bit of a semi, so all he has to do is reach down and start stroking himself a little to get the rest of the way there, and seeing you spread your legs to allow him between you certainly does wonders to speed that along.

Once he is fully hard, Sanzu shifts forward, guiding himself into you, both of you releasing an ensemble of sighs and quiet moans as he hilts inside you. Like before, he grinds himself into you, his groin rubbing against your clit as you release a sharp exhale before your hips rolls along with his, demanding more friction.

Sanzu didn’t grind against you for long, though, and instead hikes your legs over his shoulders again, canting your hips upward, while he increases the tempo of his thrusts, his hips soon slamming against yours roughly.

But the moment you are growing loud again, your voice abruptly jumping a couple octaves rather than gradually increasing, his palm roughly claps over your mouth, muffling your noises.

“Let me hear.” Mikey suddenly interjects.

Sanzu stills and turns his head, eyes locking with the Mikey’s; there is an obvious erection in his suit, but he isn’t touching himself and instead is still in that same position as he watches.

When the scarred man looks back at you, however, that is when he feels your tongue slide against his palm; he crinkles his nose in disgust before pulling his hand away, being met with a grin on your face. You seem to be enjoying yourself, at least, and he’d be a liar if he says it wasn’t exhilarating to have someone—especially Japan’s most fearsome crime lord—watching him and his wife fuck.

As punishment, he snaps his hips against you roughly, coaxing a yelp from you, the sound loud and echoing off the walls in the room, though he doesn’t give you time to recover before he’s fucking you again. He pushes your legs closer to your chest, which allows him to go deeper, and you are mewling beneath him as he slams into you, both of you breathing heavily, and he knows you are both already getting close—

“Rub her clit.”

Immediately, Sanzu sits back on his knees and pulls your ass onto his legs, your own legs leaving his shoulders and instead wrapping around his waist. His thumb finds your clit, hand splaying across your mound as he rubs quick, rough circles on the sensitive bud while he keeps up his thrusts. You are still mewling, your legs trembling around him, and he tries to hold on for you, his eyes tightly closing and his teeth grinding together while he fucks you harder, but he is so close.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he breathes, “I want you to cum with me.”

But Mikey is suddenly beside the bed, his upper body bare. He leans over and locks his lips with yours in a gentle kiss that you seem to have trouble holding while Sanzu never lets up on his rough thrusting. Mikey’s hand slides around your throat and, at the same time, your own hands find his body, one going to his shoulder blade and the other to the back of his neck, nails digging in at exactly where his Bonten insignia is placed.

Finally, you tipover the edge, your walls clenching around your husband’s cock as your nails claw and claw and claw at Mikey’s back, almost breaking open the skin all around his shoulder blades as you go into freefall from your orgasm. The kiss between you two breaks and you scream your husband’s name; and soon enough, your sounds dies down until the only thing escaping you are breathy whimpers from sensitivity—but Sanzu is already flying over the edge with you by that point.

Just before he reaches climax, he releases soft moans that only increases in frequency as he reaches the edge and finally tips over it. His eyes tightly closes again and his hips slam against you once, twice, thrice, before he buries himself to the hilt and comes inside you.

Sanzu’s orgasm crashes over him like sound waves that reverberates through his bones and soon he is holding himself above you, leans to the side on one hand so as to keep his body separated from where Mikey is still close and peppering bites along your jaw as you sigh softly and enjoying the feeling.

The Bonten leader pulls away after a few more moments and Sanzu takes his chance to lean down and kiss you, one hand cupping your jaw as he pulls his hips back just enough to slide his softening cock from you.

“Y/N.”

The kiss breaks and you turn your head to look at your superior, listening for orders.

Mikey is standing near the table—the man is so quiet with everything he does which is not unusual, and as he calls for you, Sanzu doesn’t waste any time pulling away to let you get up.

You saunter over to the crime lord and he reaches out to grab your jaw. Once you are close enough, thumb and fingers digging into your cheeks as he pulls you closer and roughly kisses you while his other arm wraps around you to pull your body tightly against his.

You find yourself returning Mikey’s kiss, and once you are separated, he reaches down and cups your ass, hoisting you up so you have to wrap your legs around his hips before he carries you over to the table and set you on the edge.

Your lips are immediately on his throat, kissing along his jaw just as you always do to your husband, and Sanzu can only watch with interest, his teeth chewing his lower lip. But this is the first time he has ever seen Mikey bare his throat, his head slightly tipping back to give you better access to such a vulnerable area, and Sanzu wonders if he does that for all his whores, knowing they could sink their teeth into his jugular and make his artery spray like a fountain.

But he doesn’t seem worried, and Sanzu knows you well enough to know you’d never do such a thing.

“Your husband takes good care of you, doesn’t he?” Mikey asks.

“Yes, sir.”

“I can tell. How many times did you cum before he did?”

“Three, sir.”

“Mm. Good. Think you can handle more?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you want your husband to watch me fuck you?”

The question catches you off guard and you attempt to look at Sanzu for guidance, but Mikey grabs your jaw again, thumb and fingers digging into your cheeks once more to keep your head forward as he makes you look up at him instead.

“Don’t look at him, look at me. Do you want your husband to watch me fuck you?”

“I—” you start but the answer never comes out.

Sanzu can’t blame you. He knows what you want, and he’d be a liar if he says he doesn’t want to let you get fucked by his beloved boss too—and he’d be an even bigger liar if he says he doesn’t want to get fucked by Mikey himself, as well. But the chances of that happening are slim to none, “Haruchiyo. Do you want to watch me fuck your wife?”

“Yes.” There is no hesitation in Sanzu’s answer.

“Y/N?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” Mikey purrs before he starts pushing his pants and his underwear off, completely baring himself. “Lay on your back.”

It is only then Sanzu took a moment to appreciate the way Mikey looks, taking in the sight of the countless scars that riddles his slim and muscular body like sheet music, singing the tales of a man who lived his life darkness and suffering. Bullet holes and knife wounds litters his torso, some scars are small while others are much larger; atrophic trenches and hypertrophic ridges that decorates his skin, gifts from past battles and traumas that many knew about but few knew the intimate details of.

It is beautiful on its own fucked-up way.

And Sanzu can only admire the younger man as he stands before them like the perfect living example of a marble statue carved centuries and centuries ago.

You are on your back, fingers running through Mikey’s stomach before he kneels down on the floor between your legs, his face disappearing from Sanzu’s view as it is blocked by your thighs.

It is obvious what he is doing as Sanzu had done it plenty of times himself—licking your cunt and tasting you—though the surprising part is how Mikey seems to have no problem eating you out after Sanzu had spilled inside you just a few minutes ago. But you seem to be enjoying it, the hand that had been on Mikey’s stomach is now grasping his silver locks and pulling him closer to your core, directing where you want him.

Mikey had you singing in no time, your back arching and legs trembling as you come, a soft muffle of his groans against you is sounding off in the background of your song, creating harmony together.

He helps you ride your orgasm out and once you are done, he is back on his feet between your thighs. A rough hand runs up your stomach and between your breasts, then back down, before he reaches between you two and starts pushing in; you suck air between your teeth, the sound hissing, and Sanzu finds himself standing and moving closer, his eyes zeroing in on what is happening between your legs—

Fuck.

Mikey is thick. Thick. Probably average in length—but he is definitely thicker than Sanzu; though the pinkette is bit longer. Still, shit.

Mikey eases in and is soon hilted, your song of pain eventually turning into a song of pleasure. Sanzu leans down and kisses you softly, one of his hands going to a breast and groping as he keeps your lips locked, your moans muffled against his mouth and he devours every note.

“Rub her clit,” Mikey orders as he begins to make small test thrusts.

Sanzu breaks the kiss and momentarily glances up at him before reaching over and sliding his fingers between your legs, rubbing fast circles against that swollen bundle of nerves. You are immediately moaning, gradually increasing while your body tenses and your hands grip the edge of the table beneath you just as the Mikey’s thrusts starts to pick up in tempo.

“Good boy, Haruchiyo.”

Alright, he’d be a liar if he says the praise hasn’t sent a wave of arousal throughout his body.

Fuck.

You are quickly falling apart, though, and it doesn’t take long for you to come, and Mikey’s soft groans as he slams his hips against you tells Sanzu that your walls are spasming around his boss’s cock; he knows all too well how fucking good that feels.

“Such a good girl,” Mikey purrs, his hands gripping your hips, thumbs pressing inwards toward your groin; the sound of your hips slapping together from skin-on-skin contact is nearly echoing in the small room. “Perfect fucking fit.”

But Sanzu isn’t prepared for the hand that grasps his chin and yanks him up and to his right, forcing his lips to collide with the leader in a rough kiss; his cheeks are clutched and it forces his mouth to open wider, providing access to an intruding tongue as it searches for his own.

And all the while, Mikey’s hips never falter in their thrusts even as you are cursing and keening and definitely watching your husband make out with the white-haired man above you while, at the same time, that younger man is fucking you. You mutter something along the lines of ‘oh, fuck, that’s so hot,’ and he can’t really disagree.

Sanzu has never been with a man before. That doesn’t mean he isn’t attracted to them, because he is—he considers himself bisexual even though he’s never actually fucked another guy—but holy hell if this isn’t an opportunity. And the assumption earlier that Mikey has no interest whatsoever? Scratch that, because it is clearly wrong.

He has no idea how long he’s been kissing his boss—it feels like forever because he’s been sent into some sort of bliss from just how good it is—but as soon as it breaks, they are both panting and Mikey immediately turns to you, his eyes looking you over for a moment before he glances back to Sanzu.

“Go sit on the bed,” he orders.

Of course, Sanzu obeys and goes to sit on the edge of the mattress, ensuring he is in a good position to keep watching.

It is then, however, that Mikey bends over so his body is flush with yours and you immediately wrap your legs around the Mikey’s hips as he is grinding against you. One of his arms goes to the table, a hand threading into your hair as his face is pressed against the side of yours, and Sanzu can hear Mikey whispering but cannot tell what is being said. His eyebrows furrows as he strains to hear, but he can see you bite your lower lip before looking over at him—the Bonten boss doing the same—and something about the look you two are giving him makes him almost want to blow his load again right then and there.

But he still isn’t hard yet.

Mikey starts kissing your neck and you tip your head back for him as soft moans escapes your lips while your hips are grinding. But when his teeth sink into your throat, right on your pulse point where everyone will see, your soft moans turns into a loud groan that signifies pain mixed with pleasure.

His teeth remains in your neck as he pulls his hips back and snaps them forward, likely only releasing your skin after he is certain there will be a dark bruise left behind. Mikey then drags the flat of his tongue against the spot he’d marked before he stands up straight, grabs your hips, and returns to fucking you hard.

From there, it isn’t long before the white-haired man is on the brink. Sanzu can tell before that where his boss had once kept a steady pace in his rough thrusts, they are now faltering, their tempo losing its rhythm while his breathing has grown heavy and ragged as he pants. You are close as well, with one of your hands between your thighs, fingers rubbing your clit while your legs tremble. And before long, you tip over the edge, back arching, screaming Mikey’s name—not his nickname, though, but his first name.

“Manjiro”

“That’s it, pet. There you go—mmfuck, I’m gonna cum.” A low groan is released from deep in Mikey’s chest before he slams his hips against you a few more times and then hilts himself, stilling as he comes.

Inside you.

Mikey comes inside Sanzu’s wife.

And Sanzu isn’t even mad about it—shit, he feels himself growing hard from it, that refractory period finally having dissipated.

“Fuck,” he whispers, and watches as Mikey was grinding his hips against you, his body rolling with each movement before he finally pulls out. When his cock slid free, the noise it makes is wet, likely from the mixture of your cum and both men’s cum—and when Mikey pulls back enough so his cock is in Sanzu’s view, the pinkette can see streaks of white on it.

Mikey’s eyes remains on your cunt, however, even as he suddenly speaks to Sanzu. “Haruchiyo,” he says sharply in that same tone that had helped get Sanzu hard earlier—it is doing the same thing now. “Come here.”

Bonten’s number two is immediately on his feet and approaching, standing at attention as he does and waiting for direction. But as Mikey finally flicks his eyes over to Sanzu, the pinkette have a sudden realization of what he is about to be told to do.

“Clean me off.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Just as quickly as he’s gotten to his feet, he’s also gotten to his knees. He takes Mikey’s semi-hard cock into his hand and slides the head into his mouth, sucking hard, while the the shorter man’s eyes are on him the entire time—and Sanzu can’t help but stare back. He slowly slides more and more in, sucking him clean, tasting the mixture of Mikey’s cum and the tang from his wife on his taste buds. And maybe he intentionally takes a little longer than necessary to clean the cum from his superior’s dick, but he eventually gets the job done and Mikey seems satisfied.

He is brought back to his feet, and his lips are smashed against the other man’s again, that same tongue invading his mouth and immediately being welcomed by his own. When they break apart, however, there is a soft noise from you; they both look over to see you watching with a palm groping your breast, two fingers rubbing your clit, and cum leaking from you. You don’t seem satisfied or sated despite having numerous orgasms, though you should appreciate the fact you don’t have the same sort of refractory period as he do.

Sanzu chews on his bottom lip before looking back to his king as Mikey pulls away, moving to his desk drawer and grabbing something out of it—a bottle of what, he isn’t sure—

Oh. Wait.

Oh, fuck.

Mikey returns to him but before he is able to question anything, their lips crash together again and Sanzu is being led backwards toward the bed. The back of his legs hit the edge of the mattress and he is suddenly pushed by hands against his pectorals until he falls onto the bed on his back.

Mikey is atop him in seconds with his hips slotted between Sanzu’s thighs, their lips brought together again, but it is only a brief kiss this time before the Bonten leader sits back on his knees and that bottle he’s brought is popped open, some of the substance being poured onto the white-haired man’s fingers.

“I’m going to fuck you, Haruchiyo,” Mikey says nonchalantly; it nearly makes Sanzu moan. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?”

“Uh, well—” he begins as Mikey gently rolls him onto his side and pushes his top leg up to his chest. “Yeah, I have. With Y/N.”

“Mm. Good.”

That is all the warning Sanzu receives before there is a finger working into him.

It doesn’t take long before he is prepped; Mikey is gentle, of course, and ends up getting three fingers into Sanzu’s ass, spreading him open because, fuck, the man’s cock is thick, and Sanzu isn’t about to be split open. But when he is ready, Mikey apparently have plans for how he wants this to go.

“Y/N.”

You are immediately on your feet—you are always obedient when you choose to be.

“On your back.”

When you lay down, Sanzu is instructed to sit on his knees between your legs like he had earlier; a hand comes from behind him to quickly stroke his cock, thick fingers wrapping around him quite nicely as he is being guided right back into your cunt, a place he knows he belonged. You are still soaked, a combination of your own slick and cum as well as the mixture of his and Mikey’s spend, which just makes it all the better.

A rough hand strokes over his back as Sanzu is hilted inside you. When that husky voice speaks low in his ear, almost a growl, Sanzu’s entire body shivers.

“Fuck her. Hard. I want to hear our cum getting fucked out of her.”

Shit.

Sanzu obeys and pulls his hips back before slamming them forward, repeating the action again and again, his cock pounding into you while he grabs your legs and pushes them upward to where your hips are canted just like before.

But he falters in his movements as two fingers are pushed into his ass, and then he completely stills as those same fingers are crooked downward, body tensing when they press against his prostate, poking and prodding and massaging it.

“Baby,” you whisper, and Sanzu opens his eyes, not even realizing he’d closed them; he moves his hips a little because he knows that is what you want, but that just makes the fingers inside him press more against his prostate, sending jolts of pleasure throughout his entire body.

Those fingers are pulled out, however, and Sanzu releases a sigh before he starts thrusting again, beginning slow before eventually pounding into you once more, making you keen.

Mikey disappears into the bathroom for a few moments, letting you two continue, and Sanzu doesn’t even realize the white-haired man returned until a hand grasps his hip, stilling him, while a rough palm presses between his shoulder blades and gently pushes him forward so his chest is almost flush against yours. The anticipation had his heartbeat increasing in tempo, knowing it is about to change as the bonten leader is preparing himself to fuck Sanzu.

The pressure of Mikey’s cock pushing into his ass nearly knocks the breath out of him. His entire body tenses, his jaw clenches, and he grabs fistfuls of the sheets as he releases a low groan while Mikey slowly works himself in. At the same time, you are stroking along Sanzu’s back soothingly, trying to help and convince him to relax.

“You can take it, Haruchiyo,” Mikey purrs.

Fuck, Sanzu could have cum right then and there because the sound of his beloved king’s voice alone—deep and husky and filled with lust—is just incredible.

Mikey is soon hilted and all Sanzu can do is just lay there, feeling entirely full while his cock is still achingly hard and buried in your tight heat. But Mikey isn’t going to let him stay still for long, and he knows that.

Mikey eventually pulls back a little before his hands are put on Sanzu’s hips, guiding him, making the pinkette move back and forth so he’s thrusting inside you while Mikey’s cock is fucking him with just Sanzu’s own movements.

It is intense and incredible and fuck.

He is already going to lose it soon if this keeps up.

Mikey starts moving Sanzu’s hips faster and he can’t help the breathy moan that escapes him, his face is pressing into your jaw as his breathing is stuttering, his body almost trembling while it threatens to tip over the edge. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

But he is suddenly pulled back, his cock is ripped from your core as a large hand reaches down to his dick, thumb and forefinger wrapping around the base and squeezing much too tight for comfort—and then his urge to cum is just… gone.

“Not yet,” Mikey murmurs in his ear from behind, and Sanzu can only whine.

Strong hips are grinding against his ass, and Mikey’s free hand slides up to his throat, fingers wrapping around the column while the other hand releases his cock and moves to be grasping his hip, holding him still as—

“Ohfuckfuckfuckfuckgodfuck!”

Mikey gives him no warning before he’s pounding into Sanzu, holding the pinkette back against his chest and thrusting fast and rough while the hand on the Sanzu’s throat makes him lean his body back against the shorter man’s. He feels hands on his cock again, stroking, and realizes you’ve leaned up to touch him, rubbing his dick as he’s getting brutally pounded into—you and Mikey both focusing on Sanzu’s pleasure. And it is intense.

But Mikey eventually slows his thrusts to where he is just grinding until he fully leans back on his haunches, pulling Sanzu with him so he is sitting on Mikey’s lap. “You like this?” he asks, his voice low and husky. “You like having my cock in your ass?” Sanzu can only nod as he pants, unable to form any coherent words. “Y/N. Ride him.”

It is an awkward position, sort of. You straddle Sanzu but is at risk of falling backward so his hands are loosely on your hips. You lean forward and kiss Mikey over his shoulder as your hips grind against Sanzu, his cock slowly moving inside you.

You two manage to somehow work in tandem as if you’d practiced—Mikey brutally thrusts upward into him while you bounce on his cock, and Sanzu is just fucking losing it; he isn’t going to be able to hold it. He can’t. It is coming.

He is coming—

His cock slips free from you again and Mikey’s thumb and forefinger are squeezing around his base once more, forcing his orgasm away—Sanzu cries out as he thought he is going to explode.

“Please,” he pants; his eyes are half-lidded while his breathing is shaky, but his pleas are ignored as teeth clamp down on the side of his neck, biting the skin hard enough to bruise. Mikey marking him just like he’d marked you.

Fuck.

After the leader let go, you are on your back again and Mikey shoves Sanzu forward to where he is laying on you like before, your husband’s chest flush with yours and his face buried against your jaw once more.

“Please, baby,” he tries again, begging you this time as if you might be able to do something but knowing you had no control over the situation—Mikey controls everything. He controls you two.

Mikey’s hand is wrapped around his cock and Sanzu releases a whine, but he is guided back into the tight heat of your cunt. “Fuck your wife, Haruchiyo, and I’ll let you cum.”

It is music to his ears.

Shaky forearms are pressed onto the bed as he starts thrusting into you, one of your hands having slipped down to rub your clit in the process, and Mikey immediately begins pounding into Sanzu from behind again. The pinkette barely registers when Mikey’s hand reaches forward and gently wraps around your throat, the other he places on the middle of Sanzu’s back as Mikey is slightly leaned forward when he starts fucking him even harder. His hips clap against Sanzu’s ass, the sound almost deafening as it echoes in the room.

But at this point, Sanzu is gone.

His hips stills as he feels his climax approaching, but he doesn’t even need to move because the force from Mikey’s thrusting is enough to make him pump into you to some extent. And while that may not have been enough for you, it is certainly enough stimulation for your husband. “I’m—I’m gonna cum,” he groans, and he isn’t sure if anyone even heard it because it is said so quietly.

But Mikey does. “Let’s hear it, Haruchiyo. I want you moaning my name—no one else’s. Cum for me.”

Sanzu tips over the edge and his body tenses up as he comes hard inside you. He groans, his crescendo having led up to the moment when he moans out Mikey’s name right against your jaw, feeling your body shiver beneath him at the sound. His hands clench the sheets, and even as he finishes coming, Mikey keeps going, brutally fucking him even as the stimulation becomes overbearing.

You suck in a shaky breath and he feels you tighten around him even though his cock is softening; he can only release a heavy exhale against you when you come, his entire body shuddering as you moan so close to his ear—using Mikey’s given name again just as he assumed you were directed to. But it is a beautiful song, nonetheless.

Mikey’s thrusts are faltering, and Sanzu is thankful for it because everything from the waist down and knees up is starting to pulse and throb and he knows he’ll be sore after all is said and done—but it’ll be worth it.

“Mm, fuck. I’m gonna cum—gonna cum in you, Haru.”

The use of his name had him groaning again and before he knows it, Mikey slams into him one, two, three more times before burying himself to the hilt and coming, filling Sanzu up as he’d promised and the pinkette lays nearly limp on top of you, panting against your jaw.

Mikey leans back onto his knees, releasing your throat though his other palm slowly begins to slide up and down Sanzu’s spine, soothing him and helping him relax, and he feels your fingers threading into his mullet. The stroking along his spine from Mikey only lasted a few seconds, however, before the white-haired man pulls out, coaxing a groan from both men, and then Mikey makes his way over to the bathroom and disappears inside.

“You did so good, baby,” you whisper before kissing his temple. “It sounded like you enjoyed it a lot.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, but he can’t get anything else out. Both his body and brain are utterly exhausted and refused to move or think.

Mikey comes out of the bathroom soon after disappearing, carrying wet rags; he moves to the bed and softly places one of the rags onto Sanzu’s lower back, the touch gentler than the he ever thought possible of someone like Japan’s most fearsome criminal, before the rag is slowly trailed down to clean him up. He is tender and sore, that is for certain, but Mikey is careful in his touches and you are soothing him by petting his head and whispering comforting words.

Once he is cleaned off, he is carefully rolled onto his side and Mikey then goes on to clean you up with the second rag, though Sanzu watches as Mikey leans down and gently presses your lips together. There is something intimate about the way he kisses you—and that same intimacy is present when Mikey had kissed Sanzu, too. He really can’t help but watch even though his eyes are drooping from exhaustion.

Surprisingly, though, Mikey isn’t kicking you two out, and even after Sanzu finds himself dozing, he’d woken up just as the bed dips and he feels his boss settling between him and his wife.

Mikey’s body wraps around your much smaller frame, one of his arms going beneath your neck and wrapping around your chest so his hand rests on your shoulder, and the other arm draping over your stomach—but not until after he reaches behind him and grabs onto Sanzu’s arm, encouraging him to join in on cuddling.

This is a new and probably still dangerous situation, but, hell, it is a good change in his life.

My Muse part 1

Yandere Gallahan Lombardi x isekai'd reader ( x Platonic yandere Lombardi family x platonic yandere Perez and Florentia)

Warning : mention of death , mention of murder, manipulation , cheating, drug mentioned

Author's note: All of my readers who are dilf lovers here is my treat for you people ...enjoy!!

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It would have been the happiest moment of a persons life if you got reincarnated into  your favourite manhwa. It's not like you didn't liked manhwa or the manhwa you are right now in was not your liking. But the problem was you were a side character in the manhwa who will me murdered by her own husband.

You were reading the manhwa 'I'll be the matriarch in this life" and had fallen asleep and when you opened your eyes you found your self in the manhwa itself. Everything was going alright your parents were very powerful noble who were the most powerful in the kingdom second to the house Lombardi.

You were the only daughter of your parents resulting in your parents loving you very much. And your father???? He was idiot for his daughter and it was well known in the kingdom. But the character in whose body you were in had a very dark future.

The girl falls for a man and as her parents love her so much , they agree to marry her to him . But then she caught him cheating on her . She tells him to give her divorce but he instead kills her by poisoning and then burns the dead body. Takes all the property saying that you ran away with someone else and you wronged him.

The only place you were mentioned in the manhwa was in the past life of Florentia that when she was having a bad time you always supported her you even told her to come into your household but she refused saying that Lambordi was her family .

And the second reason was your family's rivalry with house Lombardi. You need to save yourself from the dark future. And you choose what you needed to. And thats why you were standing in front of Rulac Lombardi trembling like a leaf.

Yes you requested no.... Begged your father to accept the proposal of house Lombardi so that you could become Florentia's dance teacher. As Shannet Lombardi was famous in the social circle because for her personality and authority you were famous because of your sense of fashion , dancing , kind nature and knowledge .

You were 15 years younger than Shanet and from Shanet's viewpoint you were alot tolerable than the other noble ladies. You never liked to badmouth or gossip and she was touched when one time after her divorce with her husband; when she heard some ladies badmouthinh her for not being" enough" for her bad excuse of a husband , you scolded them so badly that they ran away hiding there faces.

You were called the white Lotus of the high society. No one not even anyone in the house Lombardi ever tried to offend you.

You were also known as the golden Nightingale because of you voice or golden peacock because the way you dance makes people look at you without even flinching as if you will disappear. And getting scolded from you means they offended you and your family.

And it was seen by not only Shanet who smiled at a very cutely fuming with anger you but also Rulac Lombardi and Gallahan Lombardi. Florentia's whole mind was only on you and it had gone not unseen by the three.

And they were not able to stop swooning on you when she saw you ; as soon as you turned around after scaring the ladies muttering and grumbling. You accidentally noticed all of them staring at you and poof...... They saw a very red squirrel running away from them. You looked so cute stumbling and colliding with people running that even cold hearted Rulac was not able to stop his smile.

It was so sweet for them to find a kind soul in such a dark place that they talked about you in the household for days. Till Florentia's request came to request you to be her dance teacher .

And that's why her you were in front of the three people you never wanted to be.

Rulac Lombardi, Shannet Lombardi and Clerivan pellet. You were trembling like a little rabbit in front of them as if they will attack you now...and what you were not noticing was they were all thanking Florentia because of her they got to see someone so sweet and pure.

Shannet told you that they want you to teach Florentia dance to which you agreed and from then you started to get close to everyone in the house Lombardi.

Rulac had noticed the longing eyes and stare that Gallhan use give you. And Shanet had seen her younger brother peeping throw the door looking at you dancing . And when caught , making excuses like he was observing his daughter. Even Florentia had seen the dress sketchs on his father's desk in which the model always had your h/c haircolor and the your measurements written. The sketch he made of you holding Florentia.

It was noticed by the whole household that the young father longed for you. Even Gallahan himself knew this but he was ashamed to say that he was in love with someone almost 9 years younger than him. When he got ill you were the person who was most sad in the Lombardi.

You who knew that if Gallahan will dies , Florentia will be doomed to be abused again and you will be married to that man and get killed. You with the knowledge of what you read in the manhwa found the cure for the disease . Yes even after knowing that he will be saved by Estira you told  her the ingredients of the cure.

When he was on the bed you became his nurse. And even Rulac and Shannet were shocked that a lady of rival family working so hard to cure a member of their family. You hold Tia whenever she broke down and cried saying what if he will die??

That day both Gallahan and Rulac heard you telling Florentia about the cure and that you had made the cure but you dont know if it will work or not. And when Florentia said that she trust you the most even more than she trusts herself you broke down crying.

The men were shocked because of your devotion.The two man promised each other with silent nod to save you and protect you from the world you were afraid of. The day your medicine was used Gallahan stopped breathing for 1 min and you thought he died.

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My Muse part 2

Yandere Gallahan Lombardi x isekai'd reader ( x Platonic yandere Lombardi family x platonic yandere Perez and Florentia)

Warning : manipulation , drug mentioned , half consented sex , sexual activities, pregnancy, obsession, huge age gap between couple , try of sexual assault , Stockholm syndrome, obsession

Author's note: Enjoy!!

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You slumped on the floor trying to stop your self from crying . When Florentia hugged her father, who you missed that was now sitting.

You forgetting that other people were there too hugged the poor man so tight. Gallahan was teared between wiping tears of the two most important girls in his life. The rest of the day was gone celebrating when suddenly you got a letter from your household.

You are to return to talk about your marriage with the person from which you ran away. When Rulac told you about the letter in front of Florentia and her father , the twins and Shannet . They all noticed how badly you were trembling. You requested Rulac to contact to the temple to make you a nun as you don't want to marry.

The saintess was the real position that the temple would have given you happily if you ever asked . And this was know by every one in the house but noone liked it. Shannet took you to your room and told you to rest.

From there she had directly gone to meet his brother. She handed a vial to Gallahan saying

" Don't be a fool and let the phoenix go away , make her yours before you loose the opportunity."

The next day when Rulac called you to his office you thought it was about your request from temple. But when he gave you the proposal to marry his youngest son you rejected the proposal so fast that it surprised Florentia too. You told that you are not planning to marry anyone. You want to devote your life to God.

Florentia had now started to spend more time with you. She always says that how good you are and how good it would have been if you would have been her mother. You were tired of listening this and told her not to try and convince you. When you said that to her; she said that if you will marry her dad how you will be safe.

And how no one else will try to hurt you . And then there was a ball for Gallahan's birthday the next day. Gallahan himself delivered the dress to your room . The dress was almost similar to what Tia showed you, while telling you what she was going to wear.

Shannet who helped you to get ready told you to think about the proposal again as you have nothing to loose of you accepted the proposal.

You were hopping from here to there in the ball with Perez , twins and Florentia . This gave Gallahan chance to mix the potion into a drink and sending it to you by the hands of Shannet. When after drinking it you started to feel dizzy the children took you to your room.

But from there it all got tangled . When Tia told about your condition to Shannet and she gave a knowing signal to Gallahan to go to you. Florentia who was suspicious asked her

" What happened aunt??"

"Nothing dear I think lady Y/n L/n will soon be your mother "

Was the only reply she got when everyone in the ball saw a loudly screaming and trembling you hiding behind Gallahan and Rulac while Viese Lombardi was trying to tell something.

Viese was giving excuses that how you from start tried to seduce him and today too taking advantage of his drunk state you lured him into the empty room.

Shannet and Gallahan both knowing that it was not their plan . They just wanted that Gallahan could have enough time to take you . And then tell how you must now marry him as temple will not take someone who is not virgin anymore. But this idiot brother of their had done them a favour.

You were trembling like a leaf and crying your heart out thinking you will be killed as Lombardi will saw you as guilty. But when Shannet slapped Viese while the kids and Gallahan supported you ...... You melted. You hated yourself. Why did you reject this man . Who saved your prestige and honour today.

Rulac knowing that it had something to do with Shannet and Florentia and understanding the chance punished Viese by stripping him from his title throwing him out of Lombardi. He just wanted you to join his family make his youngest sons wife. No one else is better than a pure angel like you herself.

In the night when you were silently crying in your room and Gallahan came to meet you. You hugged him hard repeating apologies again a again . When he somehow was able to stop you . He slowly guilt tripped you telling you how bad he felt that on his birthday his brother was thrown out.

You felt so guilty that you told him that you accept his proposal to be his wife. Before you could have said anything he kissed you hard , undressing you from your clothes and pushing you on the bed.

With the new satisfaction he had , that now you two are connected and you are totally his. You lost your virginity, still half willing and half confused. You head messed up due to pleasure. He thrusted himself into you thanking you again and again. For choosing him. To be his wife. For choosing Florentia. Telling you how much of a good girl you are.

Telling you that how you are now his. And how he will keep you and Tia safe. How Tia will be so happy to have a mother finally. He came deep inside you not pulling out when you tried to push him. Hugging your tired body closed to him .Not pulling out even when you whined and begged him that the overstimulation is just too much. Keeping his softened cock inside.

He told you sweetly kissing your face while thrusting into your warm and tired trembling body that how you need to get pregnant with his child as soon as possible. So that Tia can have a sibling to play with. And people will not call this marriage a sham.

You cried telling him that you are to young . But he coaxed you saying how much of a  good mother you will make. As how much the children like you. And when you stared at him with your confused teary eyes . He lost himself. Growing hard instantly thrusting inside you like love sick man.

He is patting your hair hugging your passed out body close. Now he have you. You are not going anywhere. You will be with him and his daughter.  He kissed you naked shoulder. all his. You. His child that will soon grow inside you. Your time. Everything.

The dress you were wearing right now was the most famous from the Gallahan store. You were now the reason of jealousy in the whole Kingdom. Your father took you to the wedding aisle where Gallahan was waiting for you.

He kissed you after you two exchanged your rings. The ladies muttering that how you will not be staisfied in the bedroom and how because he already have a daughter your womb will never be filled. You tried to ignore the gossips as you knew that you were pregnant.

Everyone in your house and house Lombardi knew. And they were glaring at the women.All the muttering stopped when Gallahan kneeled in front of you kissing you belly and announcing your pregnancy. It shutted the mouth of the guests .

At night when he took you into princess style and took you to your now shared bed chamber with a possesive look in his eyes telling you that how he is not convinced enough because your bump is not that obvious. Even after being checked by multiple Doctors and being confirmed to be pregnant...... You are in for a long night....

You are strolling in the garden  with Perez and Tia. Both of them had their ears on your heavy belly trying to hear the baby . You are giggling due to the baby kicking. Suddenly you were hugged by your husband from behind.

Both Florentia and Perez are now nowhere to be seen. He sat you on the bench  kneeling in front of you. He took your shoes off and started to slowly massage your swollen feet.

"So is Griffin giving you hard time today dear?? "

He said kissing you hand and then belly. Resting his forehead over your belly and he felt the baby kicking.

He kissed the spot where he felt the kick and scolded

" Hush ! Don't give more pain to your mother , she is already struggling to walk with her swollen feet due to your weight. Don't be mean to her."

To which you couldn't help but giggle.

He then grabbed your ankle kissing your feet.

"Should we retire to our room for the day my wife?? You need to take your energy nap before dinner.."

You couldn't help but feel your cheeks warming , you were lucky that you got such a good husband . And a daughter that cares for you so much . A  sister- in -law who is always ready to do anything to comfort your pregnancy hunger and mood . A father in law who loves you like your own father . Ordering a thousand of items for the unbron child.

The nephews ( twins) and soon to be son in law  (Perez) who are so protective of you.

You were now sound asleep not knowing the stares of adoration those people were giving you. Now with a child of Lombardi blood inside you, you will never be able to escape from this place. Soon enough the child that you will bore will also be on their side keeping you safe.

You were not knowing that now you are caged in the cage made of gold.

How Long? - PT 4

It's been a long time but part 4 is done.

Warning! Ran's losing it, choking, mentions of death, threating and abusive behavior, both sides are losing their resolve and composure, manipulative, gaslighting - this one was a little tough to write.

The Poisoned Woman

You swallowed hard and held your robe tighter. “Mikey I don’t feel right about this…” The uncertainty in your voice made him sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. “You fucked him, right?” His tone was low and it made the hair on the back of your neck standup. The guilt was eating away at you, the emotions were real, the reaction was real, the tears were real, but the 'i love you' wasn't…right? 

“Y-Yeah but he wants me to come back to Tokyo.” You say in a whisper. “I really don't-” You began but Mikey cut you off with an order. “Do it.” Were his last words before he ended the call. A knot started forming in your throat, to see them again after three years and to come back as if nothing happened? You were more afraid to see Rindou than anyone else, you were almost certain he hated you for how you wrecked his brother and faked your death. Though he has no right to judge you, he covered his brother's ass through his infidelity. The only person who held Ran responsible for his actions was Mikey. 

Stepping back into the kitchen you wiped the tears that were on the verge of spilling, trying your best to just keep calm. Setting your phone on the counter, you stared off into space - playing his words over and over again. Deception was never your strong suit, you regretted saying you wanted revenge - you should have just disappeared from everyone's life. Sitting in silence for what felt like hours, the clock on the wall ticked louder and louder - each tick echoed in your ear and made your fingers twitch. Thinking about Mikey’s order had your stomach in turmoil. 

Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tick-tick… 

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard Ran shift on the bed - he was getting up to check on you. Quickly you darted to the fridge and pretended to rummage through it. Long slender arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in and Ran buried his face in your neck - breathing in your scent as if it was his lifeline. “Can’t decide on what to eat, my love?” There it was, the pang in your chest from hearing that title roll off his tongue. The shakiness in your breathing made him pause, he felt your body tense up - almost as if you were scared. “Ran, I can’t go back to Tokyo…” He began to riddle your skin with kisses, speaking between each kiss and roaming his arms along your waist. “Come with me, we can spend a few weeks at home - I want to keep showing you how much I missed you. And you’ll get to see everyone again - they missed you too.” Would they act like nothing happened? Would they treat you differently? How could you trust them when they lied to you and covered up Ran’s fuck up? 

Aside from the admins and executives, you were also concerned about seeing Mikey. You parted ways not long after that night, there was so much more that you weren't ready for. “Ran, I'm not going back.” You said in a more serious tone. Strong arms spun you around to face him, his eyes were glossy and had tears brimming on his lash line. “Why not?” You hear the heartbreak in his voice. “This was a mistake, Ran. I shouldn’t have…” Your words cut him deep, he spent the night making love to you and making you moan his name over and over again, how could you deny him now? This was for the best, you couldn't go through with Mikey's plan - as much as you resented Ran for what he did to you, your heart wouldn't allow you to hurt him. You weren’t like him, you weren’t like Mikey - you just wanted to fade away. “No…” Ran shook his head and pulled you in to feel his heartbeat. It was pounding and you thought his chest was going to burst. “I can't let you go again.” He was almost pleading, it was tearing you apart and you were faltering. The one thing Mikey was preparing you for, Don't… You think to yourself as you try to push him away. As much as you wanted to tell him the truth, you couldn't, Ran already sees Mikey in a different light. If you were to tell him what happened between you two - you were sure he'd lose his shit. 

“Is there someone else?” Ran hit the nail on the head. Your eyes widened a bit, almost giving away your reaction. Just as you were about to speak, your phone rang. He didn’t let you go, he kept you rooted in place - “Do you love someone else?” His question made the tears begin to well in your eyes, he has no right to ask you or judge you. “Please…Ran, I'm begging you…don't make me go back there.” The shakiness in your voice made him cup your face with both hands. “What are you afraid of, hmm? No one will dare to lay a finger on you.” No, you were sure that the other executives would grill you for answers. That, and you were sure Mikey would do everything he could to torture Ran. As much as Mikey was a King to Bonten, he was also devoted to you. Though he knew Ran would forever hold a place in your heart, he refused to let you fall. 

The phone kept ringing and ringing, Ran was getting fed up with it. He snatched the phone from the counter and read the caller ID, it was a male's name and his eyes darted towards you - without hesitation he answered your phone. “Ran, what the hell are you doing?” You say as you try to take your phone back. Unfortunately, that's the one thing that Ran always had an advantage of, his fucking height. “Who is this?” Ran's tone was threatening and he was already preparing to remove the obstacle in his way. “Hello? Who is this? Where is (Y/N)?” The other person responded with a worried tone. You recognized the voice, it was your landlord from the Cafe. He was calling to check on you as the cafe was closed without notice and he was worried something happened. Kicking Ran behind his knee made him yell and kneel, you snatched your phone away from him quickly. “Hello? …sorry about that. Hmm, yes I'm ok.” You tried to sound as apologetic as possible so that your landlord didn't come rushing to your home. Between some back and forth, you were able to calm the older man down, he treated you like a daughter and worried for you like a father. “Pops, actually I do need a favor. I need to head back to Tokyo for a few weeks to take care of some private matters. Can you watch the café for me?” Hearing you say those words almost made Ran sigh in relief. You were heading back only to set things straight with Mikey and Ran. It was time for them both to let you go. 

After ending the call, Ran questioned you - he wanted to know who that was on the other end and if that was the person who was in his way. “Is that him?” He asked while still kneeling on the floor, for someone so small, you sure knew how to hit him where it hurts. “No, he’s the landlord of the cafe - he was worried when he stopped by and the cafe was closed. He’s a good man, loving and caring of his wife and kids…” That felt like a jab at him, Ran knew he was far from perfect but for you to remind him again made him grit his teeth. The silence was deafening, neither of you knew what to say to each other, it was as if all his efforts went down the drain. He thought you were going to bend to his will after taking you between the sheets and honey coating his words, but here you were keeping your feet firmly planted on the ground. As charismatic as he was he was no longer able to make you waiver. It would have worked with another unsuspecting woman, but you knew better. 

Then it hit him, you mentioned to your landlord that you were going to Tokyo. “So you are coming back with me?” You pinched the bridge of your nose and regretted saying that out loud, you didn’t want to give Ran false hope. “Only for a few weeks, I need to straighten things out with Mikey.” Since when did you become so chummy with him? Why did Mikey save you in the first place? What did you mean to him and what did he mean to you? These questions were burning in the back of Ran’s mind. He didn’t press the issue any further, he wanted to see both your body languages when you meet in person, there was something gnawing at him about this whole situation. Something didn’t make sense. 

“We still haven’t eaten anything…” Ran broke the silence with a small smile on his face, he didn’t want to give away any suspicion or else you may not return to Tokyo. You began to take out a few things from the fridge, preparing sandwiches like the day you did with Mikey. You also brewed some coffee - just the way he liked it. You never forgot. It was the first meal of the day for you both and everything tasted like heaven. 

“This is what you serve at the cafe? It’s great, imagine if you opened a place in Tokyo or even Roppongi? You’d be busy everyday.” The compliment felt like a double jab, praising you and telling you to come home. You smiled while looking down at the cup of coffee in your hands. The memories flooded back to you of all the times you spent experimenting in Mikey’s kitchen. The faces he would make when something tastes horrible and when he encouraged you to keep at it. There was a glint of longing in your eyes that looked like stars in Ran’s eyes. “So, how did you end up here and what made you want to open a cafe?” His question snatched you from your memories. The light faded from your eyes when you realized where you were and who was in front of you. “I had so much time on my hands and ended up experimenting with stuff in the kitchen. It was the only way to keep me distracted and from thinking of you.” That last bit stung, recalling when you relapsed and Mikey had to dive into the deep end with you to save you. As much as you denied that there was someone else in your life, Mikey was there for you. Though the moments spent with Mikey were a blessing they left a bitter taste in your mouth - Ran left a bitter taste in your mouth. “Besides…he didn’t didn’t seem to mind being my guinea pig.” You chuckled and clutched your coffee cup, the smile on your face felt another slap to the face.

 “Who-” Ran’s phone began to ring, it was Rindou. Ran hadn't checked in with anyone else, he was worried about his elder brother. “You should pick up, your brother must be worried about you. He probably thinks I killed you or something. You can go talk in the living room while I clean up.” You say as you begin to clear the table. Ran stayed silent as he took his phone to the living room. When he left the kitchen, you doubled over and kneeled on the floor - what the hell were you doing? Why think of someone else when he’s here? You had no idea what you were doing. You wanted for him to give you a valid reason to move forward with Mikey’s plan - despite what your heart was saying. It was getting harder and harder to stay on track, despite the love making and kisses - it just wasn’t the same. Forgiving him was not an option. 

In the distance you could hear him talk to Rindou but the tone of voice made a knot in your stomach. The words that passed through your ear canal made you nauseous… 'She’s in the palm of my hands and coming home with me. Of course she's still in love with me.’ You only agreed to come back to Tokyo to fix things properly but it did not mean you were his forever. A small chuckle could be heard coming from the living room, Ran was really telling Rindou that you were his and coming home. The more he talked, the more and more he sounded like the Ran you left three years ago. He hasn't changed, there was no way for him to love someone other than himself. That egotistical son of bitch was reminding you of why you relapsed. That laugh sounded exactly like that night. Fool… He wants to play with fire, then you'll let him burn.

When you finished cleaning up, you met Ran in your bedroom - he was sitting on the edge of the bed and waiting for you to come and sit on his lap, just like before. Only this time you grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom, you needed to scrub off his scent from your body before meeting Mikey. “Get some sleep, I’m gonna stay up for a bit longer...” There was vitriol on the tip of your tongue, now why did it sound so familiar to Ran? Oh right, that’s exactly what he would tell you when he wasn’t planning on sleeping in the same bed. You made up your mind, it needed to end, living a life with Ran was just not possible anymore. Not when you were thinking of him. If there was one thing you should have known better was Ran’s persistence and sharpness. The moment you turned away from him, you could hear the bed creak and heavy footsteps behind you. You stepped on the devil’s tail. He spun you around so fast you thought you were going to get whiplash. “You think I don’t know what those words mean?” There was anger behind his question. His eyes almost glowed red, he was spilling his heart out for you and you were spitting in his face. The vice grip he had on your arms was beginning to hurt. “Get your fucking hands off of me!” He was taken back by how your demeanor changed, just a minute ago you were fragile and docile, smiling at a cup of coffee and the next you were…him. 

You were met with his hands wrapped around your throat and your body was pinned against the wall. “Why won’t you just let me love you? Hm? Why?” Ran raised his voice as he began to lose his composure. “I’m trying, I am fucking trying (Y/N)!” Seeing him like this only further accelerated the resentment blossoming in your heart. You were desperately trying to escape, the many morbid thoughts began to cross your mind as you were being lifted from the floor by your neck.

Slowly your oxygen was running out and he was not loosening his grip. Your nails were digging into his arms and broke the skin trying to pry him off but it only made him squeeze tighter. It never crossed your mind that Ran would physically hurt you, he never let his temper get the best of him but this was different. He was desperate, why? “You belong to me sweetheart, no one else can have you…not that landlord, not anyone on this island, no one. Do you understand me?” He was almost enjoying the position you were in. Nothing he was saying was making sense, where did he get the idea that you were fucking the landlord, especially after you told him that he was like family? Was Ran Haitani snapping?

The devil was real and he was standing right in front of you. Call it the lack of oxygen or the panic that was swallowing you whole…but he was real. The rage he felt was radiating off of him like a poisonous gas. Not only was he crushing your throat, but he was even making the air around you thick and unbearable. He’s going to kill me…Mikey…help me. He was the last thing you could think of as everything went black.

The tears that fell from your lashes caught his attention as the light was fading from your eyes and your hands dropped to your sides. He could see you slipping and it made him come crashing back down to reality, he immediately released your throat and you collapsed to the floor. “Baby…I'm sorry-I…” Ran began to say and knelt before you, the moment he reached to cup your cheek there was no reaction or reflex. You passed out on the floor, he thought he was going to lose it. There was no going back - he just tried to kill you. The low shallow breathing could be heard in the silent room, he shook your shoulder to try and wake you up but you remained still. Ran's hands began to tremble, was it from anger or fear? 

Turning your body over, he picked you up off the floor and gently placed you in bed. You were still alive but he might as well have killed you then and there. Would you now fear and resent him, would you change your mind about going back to Tokyo? Should he pay to have a private aircraft to transport you back into Tokyo while you're unconscious? There would be no way he'd have the time to get that together by the time you'd regain consciousness. It would take 10 hours to reach the south end of the island by car - he was beginning to overthink everything. “(Y/N), I’m sorry. I love you, I love you, I love you.” He kept repeating it over and over, it was as if he was reassuring himself instead of you. The longer you laid on unconscious, the more Ran's hands trembled. The qualm that snaked its way through his mind was making him lose his composure. Who would have known that he would place the noose around your neck yet again… 

*a few hours later*

Soft sunlight bled through your windows as you felt the warmth of the sun on your face. Slowly your eyes opened and struggled to focus - everything was blurry. You groaned softly and rubbed your eyes, the swelling of your eyelids caught your attention and you pause. Soon the memories come flooding back as you turn your head to the right and see the devil sleeping without a care in the world. Last night…he- The thoughts in your head were interrupted as Ran jolted up from his sleep when he felt you shift from the bed. Gasping and flinching, you backaway and grab the nearest object to use as a weapon. It pained him to see you like this - the purple marks around your neck stared back at him. There was a clear indicator that you lost all faith in him. “Baby…” He spoke, his voice cracked and he began to slowly crawl closer to the edge of the bed. 

“Don’t…don’t fucking come near me Ran.” The venom on your tongue made him clutch his chest. He remained still and didn’t move an inch - all his effort went down the drain in an instant. “Get out.” You said while looking him dead in the eye. Ran opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the sound of a vehicle pulling up in front of your home. You dared not to take your eyes off of him, if you did - he’d take the opportunity to disarm you. His eyes narrowed, darkness began to cloud his handsome features. The devil is beginning to stir.

“Expecting someone?” Ran said with a low tone, it made a shiver run down your spine. “Fuck you.” You spat and immediately regretted your choice of words. Ran was now face to face with you, he didn’t even mind that the object penetrated his skin and drew blood. “Say that again…I dare you…” He's starting to crack. As much as you didn't want to look away, your eyes darted towards the window and through the sheer curtains you could see him. The landlord of the Cafe was in front of your house, worry ran through the wrinkles in his face as he approached your front door. "He's coming over for something more than a well-being check, isn't he?" It made you sick how Ran was making up these things about you. 

The person who was falling apart for you yesterday at your café was gone. This is Ran's true nature - a perfect liar and a perfect heartbreaker. You were being overdosed with a mixture of poison, hatred, resentment. Poison for allowing him to seep into your skin, hatred for allowing yourself to fall into his arms again and resentment for what he’s put you through. The sound of the doorbell echoed through your home. “Go on…answer it.” Ran’s low tone made the hair on the back of your neck stand. “Don’t…I mean it.” You warned him, you knew the moment, you’d open the door he’d do something reckless. 

You slowly made your way downstairs and grabbed the nearest hoodie to wear - it was to try and hide Ran's marks around your throat. Inhale, pause and exhale. The inner voice was saying as you reached for the door. Opening it, you smile and the older man exhales in relief. "(Y/N), I'm so glad you're ok. Is everything alright, you gave my wife and I such a scare." He said still concerned that you weren't well. "I'm so sorry I worried you and your wife. I'm ok." You said meekly and smiled. Ran was in the other room, listening and waiting. He was waiting for you to slip up. Those who have been unfaithful will always have a guilty conscience. They will question your every word, your every move and god forbid you do something out of character - they will forever be plagued by their insecurities. 

"I'll be heading out soon pops, if you can please post a sign on the front door - I'll be gone for a few weeks." You say while trying your hardest not to cry, you were worried about this man's safety. If Ran decides to blow a gasket then you'd probably die here today. The old man nodded and pulled you in for a tight hug, your body stiffened out of fear. After releasing you he patted your head and spoke. "Whatever it is you're going through right now, I hope everything will be ok. You know me and (wife's name) will always be here for you." His words were sincere, he saw right through you and tried to comfort you. "Thanks pops." You said softly and bowed. 

As he walked away you could hear Ran's footsteps from behind you. Slowly he closed the door for you while still remaining out of sight. The tears began to stream down your face yet your face remained still. "You did well…lying to him like that - knowing how close to death he was." His words were heavy, they hurt and you dropped to your knees. Every possible action you wanted to take was running through your head. You couldn't think straight, much less get back up on your feet. "Pack your things…our flight leaves at 4:15." He was cold. 

I hate love.

End Part 4.

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Little Leopard [5]

"If it weren't for seven men that fateful night you wouldn't be here now. They showed you good people did exist. That life can be great, that you can be loved and cared for. These seven men were the men you loved and cherished. These men were your mates. Your safety blanket. And to them. You were their Little Leopard."

Header Credit: Me

Pairing: OT7 X Hybrid!Reader

Genre: Hybrid! AU, Strangers to Lovers! AU, Rich!BTS, Fluff, Angst, eventual smut, Polyamorous!BTS

Warnings: Angst, Hospitals, discussions of weight, discussions of eating disorders, dissociation, mentions of past mental abuse, mentions of past physical abuse, mentions of sexual abuse, discussions of trauma, anxiety, depression, explicit language, OC gets a little possessive, self-doubt, NOT SAFE FOR RAMADAN.

Word Count: 4K

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Like Seokjin had said the next day after breakfast, he was taking you to the clinic, and to be honest, you were nervous. You hadn’t been to a hybrid clinic and you didn’t know what to expect. You knew that Seokjin wouldn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable and that he’d never hurt you. You had to keep reminding yourself that this was for your own good, he just wanted to know if you were fit and healthy. 

Whilst eating breakfast, Yoongi and Hoseok had told you they were going to tag along so you wouldn’t feel so uncomfortable in a new and nerve-wracking environment and so you could have a hand to hold if need be. It made you feel warm inside knowing that they really did care about you. Your thoughts, feelings, your physical being. Everything. It all mattered to them and they always made sure you knew that. 

You knew that Jungkook had told them about your talk last night, they didn’t have to tell you that they knew, you could tell by the way their scents had changed when they saw you come down the stairs this morning. Their usual soft, comforting scents changed to a dull burning bitter smell, the gentle looks of care and worry. But what you appreciated the most was how they didn’t bring it up, they didn’t make you talk about it. They were really allowing you to do things on your own terms. You will never be able to tell them how grateful you are. They were always there to abolish all your negative thoughts and feelings. They’re like umbrellas, when you’re toxic thoughts rain upon you, they shelter you from them and wait with you for the sun to break through the rain clouds not ever leaving you for a second.

“You ready to go, Sweetpea? Yoongi and Jin are waiting for us.” Hoseok says softly peering into your room after he knocked, chuckling seeing you sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, your pastel yellow dress sprawled around you like you had come out of a Disney movie, a little pout on your lips as you look up at Hoseok with a look of defeat and hold out your brush and a scrunchie.

“I can’t do my hair, w-will you help me Hobi? I keep catching my ears and it hurts.” You whine out in exasperation. It was clear to him you had been trying to do it for a while but was clearly being defeated. He couldn’t say no to you. You had him and the rest of the boys wrapped around your finger and you had absolutely no idea.

“Of course, Sweetpea, you gotta be careful of these cute little ears.” Hoseok coos, taking the brush and scrunchie from you and sitting behind you, beginning to brush your hair, frowning at how tense and anxious you were not just from how you sat but from how your tail nervously flicked, poking his leg occasionally. Something was playing on your mind and Hoseok wanted to help you. Out of all the boys, he had spent the least time with you having to constantly be at work all the time.

“Penny for your thoughts, Sunshine?” He asks tenderly beginning to fishtail braid your hair, pausing as you sigh and grab your tail to play with it, something all hybrids did for comfort and it was nice for the boys to see you beginning to lean more into your natural instincts. They had noticed in the first two weeks you lived with them you barely did anything…Leopard like? Feline like? 

It was like you had buried any instinct you had as a leopard. They had begun to think you had been forced to not act on them or perhaps you just didn’t have any but as you began to relax around them the more you showed your feline side and in all honesty, it was the most wholesome thing they had seen. They were curious to see if you would eventually be comfortable in front of them to shift into your full Leopard form. If that was something you could do.

“I just…I’ve never been to a hybrid clinic before…let alone had a health check, no one cared about it. I’m scared. What if something is wrong with me? I w-won’t be left there right o-or you won’t be disgusted with me at my results?” You fret, biting your lip anxiously as Hoseok ties the hair tie into your hair a little sigh leaves his lips before turning you to face him and shaking his head.

“Sweetpea, we will never ever leave you there, or anywhere for that matter. You’re stuck with us, how terrible right?” He jokes making your lips quirk up a little and playfully roll your eyes before relaxing into his touch as he massages at the base of your ear, a rumble coming from your chest.

“None of us will be disgusted at all okay? Whatever the results will be for your health, we’re all gonna be here to do what we can to help it improve if needs be and be here for you through everything alright? I know it sounds scary. A hybrid clinic and tests but you are in completely safe hands. Seokjin won’t make you do anything you don’t want to alright? I hate the doctors too. Needles are pretty terrifying. I used to pass out every time I needed a flu vaccination. Ironic isn’t it? I see all sorts of things being a detective yet the one thing that scares me isn’t weapons, blood, or bodies but a damn needle but in the end, I know it’s to help me. This is to help you.” He smiles, his heart fluttering hearing the laugh you let out hearing his fear of needles. You appreciated his efforts to calm your nerves.

“Okay, thank you, Hoseokie. You guys won’t leave my side?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Sunshine.”

—

Despite Hoseok’s reassurance, you couldn’t help but let your fear grow the closer you got to the clinic. You were terrified at what could be revealed. You knew that none of the outcomes of the appointment will be good. You dread to hear the results because you knew what they were going to say.  ‘You’re broken’.

Time was moving too quickly. You blinked you were in the car, you blinked and you were on the highway, you blinked and you were in the city. Before you knew it you stood right in front of the clinic, staring blankly at the sign. Your hands had gotten clammy. Your heart was palpitating. Your mouth going dry. You absolutely did not want to be here. You were petrified. But you just didn’t know how to say no. It was a foreign word to you. A word that was not allowed in your dictionary. A word that if you used would result in punishment. It was another habit you couldn’t break. You couldn’t say no to them. You couldn’t tell them you weren’t ready for this. That this was just too invasive right now.

Yoongi had picked up on your anxiety almost immediately. Noticing how tense and rigid you had gotten. How you froze in your spot like you had your feet glued to the floor. The distant look in your eyes. He knew right there you weren’t really there. You had disconnected from yourself and the world around you. Your defense mechanism. Your fight or flight.

“Y/N? Little Cub you still with us?” Yoongi questions delicately, slipping his hand into yours and squeezing to try and bring you back to reality. Nothing. You didn’t move. You didn’t speak. You hadn’t heard him. He began to grow concerned looking at Jin and Hobi for help. He didn’t know what to do but he did know he wasn’t going to pull you into the clinic in this state. He wasn’t going to make this worse for you.

“She’s dissociated Yoongi. We have to ground her, and take her attention off the cause. Give her your keys. They’re cold and something she can fidget with. Cold things bring them out of this state.” Seokjin states, gently stroking your hair as Hobi tries to blow air onto the back of your neck to break your dissociation. Yoongi roots through his pocket before pulling his keys out and placing them in your hand, watching as the distant look begins to slowly disappear.

Seokjin felt guilty. He should have asked you first, he should have made sure you were comfortable with coming to the clinic. He felt like an idiot. He knew you had trauma yet completely forgot to ensure this wasn’t crossing the line for you.

“Sunshine? Are you back with us? We’re right here. It’s okay, take your time. We’re right here.” Hoseok murmurs watching as you blink and look around, breath slightly heavy, a pink hue appearing on your cheeks as you realize what had happened.

“I-I’m sorry, I-I haven’t done that in a while.” You whisper shyly, fiddling with the keys in your hand. You felt so embarrassed and humiliated. You were waiting to hear a laugh, a snicker, anything but nothing. Yoongi just tilts his head and frowns.

“Why are you sorry? It’s not your fault. It happens. This must be overwhelming for you. If this is too much for you, you do not have to go in there. We can take you home and you can try again another day when you feel ready.” He sighs, the two men next to you nodding in agreement but you huff and shake your head, straightening yourself back up.

“No. I-I’ll be okay. I have to do this. We’re here now right? If not now when?” You say before looking at Hoseok and giving him a small smile.

“This is to help me. As long as you don’t leave my side.” You utter. Hoseok smiles and nods, placing his hand on your shoulder. 

“Like I said, Sweetpea. We wouldn’t dream of it.”

And with that, you forced your body to enter the clinic, a vice grip on Yoongi’s hand, his grip just as tight. A reassurance. He was going nowhere.

The smells that hit your nose the moment you stepped into the clinic were terrible. They were so pungent. Rancid, you almost felt nauseous. Illnesses. Chemicals. Sadness. And the worst of all. Death. 

It was so distinctive you couldn’t ignore it even if you tried. It was such a strong horrific scent, it could stick to a person for weeks if it weren’t for scent blockers. Something you’re glad Seokjin had you all take before you left the house. 

It was so putrid. It was a mix of rotting fruits and meat but at the same time, it was chemical-like. Like nail polish remover or ammonia. You had to hold back a gag. If Seokjin was a hybrid you would have asked him how he could put up with it all the time, hours on end.

“You okay Cub?” Yoongi asks as you both follow Seokjin to an examination room, almost chuckling at the scrunched-up look of disgust on your face. He would have laughed but he knew what you were smelling. He had been told about it by a Hybrid friend of his. He felt bad that your heightened sense of smell could be a curse sometimes.

“It smells bad. I really don’t want to sound rude I know people here are sick or you know but it’s so horrid. I could really do with no sense of smell right now. It’s a little nauseating.” You grimace. Hoseok chuckles and nods in agreement,

“I know what you’re on about. I can’t smell it like you can right now but I’ve been around enough bodies to know what kind of smell you’re getting. It’s grim.”

Your conversation is cut off as you enter a room and you tense up seeing a new person. You hadn’t expected to have to interact with anyone else. You thought it would just be Jin doing your tests. It did not help this doctor was not human. She was a hybrid too. Another cat species. Putting two big cats in one room, a lioness, and leopardess at that. It was a bold move.

“Seokjin! Good to see you! I was surprised when you contacted me to health check when you can do it yourself and probably better than me at that! Yoongi, Hoseok it’s been a while.” She grins giving Seokjin a hug then Yoongi and Hoseok. You stare at her almost in annoyance, holding back a growl but an instinct you couldn’t prevent was your hackles going up. Your tail began to bush up and your ears pinned back. You felt irritated by her presence. By her touching them. 

But as quick as it happened it was quick to disappear when you realize how you reacted. You were surprised. Why did you react like that? It wasn’t like they belonged to you. They weren’t your mates. You stop an audible gasp. They couldn’t be, right? But the longer you thought about it the more you realize some of the behaviors you had around them. All seven of them. The way you had to fight the urge to scent them, to nip at where their scent glands would be if they were hybrids. The way you wanted to build a big nest and drag every single one of them into it. At first, you just thought it was because they looked after you. Cared about you, but now it felt like a jigsaw puzzle was being completed. It all made sense now. They were your mates. 

Your racing thoughts were broken when Jin chuckles and gives her a sheepish smile. “I would do the tests but for legal reasons, I cannot. She lives with us. It’d be workplace misconduct. This is Y/N, she’s been living with us for a few weeks now.” 

“Nice to meet you Y/N I’m Dr.Yoon. I’m going to be doing your examination okay? Don’t worry it won’t take long.” She says, grabbing her clipboard as you nod hesitantly, your voice felt stuck in your throat. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak. You just followed her instructions with much hesitance. She took your weight, your height, and asked your age and other questions but her next requests made your heart drop.

“Okay, we have to take a blood sample and have a look at your cervix etcetera.” 

You turn to look at the boys in fear and Yoongi immediately grabs your hand again and shakes his head. He can’t imagine how much trauma this was bringing back.

“Look at me, look at us. We’re right here Y/N. Right here. It’s okay. It’ll be all over before you know it I promise and then we can go home. You’re safe.” He says sternly as she begins to take your blood sample, keeping you facing him to stop you from looking. Even looking straight in your eyes as she examined your cervix and pelvis, his eyes not straying once, rubbing soothing circles on your hand as Hoseok murmured reassurances and Jin keeps back not wanting to crowd you, and the guilt he felt stopped him from coming near.

 He should have made you aware that this appointment was your choice. That you didn’t have to come here today. He could see you slipping into depression, how you would slightly dissociate before stopping yourself, how you hadn’t uttered a word since entering the room. He shouldn’t have assumed you were okay with this.

“Okay we’re all done here Y/N, your blood results should be back in the next week or so. You can take a minute before leaving. Dr. Kim, Hoseok. Can we step outside? We should talk.” She says lips pursed, nodding her head towards the door. She noticed how you progressively became more of an empty shell. She didn’t want to make you worse with what she had to say.

“Gentlemen. I don’t even know where to begin. This girl has suffered so much. More than I think you guys thought. Her weight is dangerously low for her age and height. Malnourished. She’s way too small, especially for an Amur Leopard. How is her appetite now she lives with you?” She begins a solemn look on her face as Hoseok and Seokjin look at each other before looking back at her.

“Not great now that you mention it. A few mouthfuls that’s it.” Seokjin sighs, crossing his arms as she nods and shakes her head. It wasn’t a good sign. Not at all.

“She may have developed an eating disorder, you have to keep a close eye on that. It may be from a diet change or from a change in general but if it doesn’t get better then definitely take formal action. She will get sick. There are many signs of physical and mental abuse. The girl is traumatized. Physically and mentally. Seeing a psychiatrist could really benefit her. I watched each of her reactions, she was terrified, especially when I said I need to take a blood sample and do a vaginal examination. I could smell her terror. When checking her cervix I could see evidence of past sexual assault. Scarring, slight irritation you name it but other than that healthy. I saw nothing that will prevent a heat other than her weight but we will have to wait for the bloods to come back to know for certain. She may not get one for a while. I’ll let you know when I have the results for her bloods but help her, get her through this, and most importantly, Hoseok, find the sons of bitches that did this to her.”

“I plan on it.”

—

Once you got home you were quickly swept up by the youngest two boys who had gotten home having been warned by Seokjin that you weren’t very verbal or doing great mentally. They were at the ready to cheer you up and look after you even going as far as reading what could help a distressed hybrid and discovering a nest could provide comfort, watching tutorials, and rushing to find things to put in it. It wasn’t the best-built nest but it was the thought that counts.

When you were placed in the nest you visibly relaxed, you already felt comforted, safe, and cozy but it felt like something was missing and from your realization earlier you knew what it was. The boys. Your leopard was antsy, practically screaming at you ‘Mates, mates, need mates in nest.’ You didn’t feel ready to fully embrace it yet. It was too much to comprehend. That you had mates. Not just one, but seven. It was daunting. But right now, you were willing to indulge your leopard. Just this once. But how wrong you were. Once they were to enter the nest, you may just get into the habit of wanting them in it constantly. Yeah, you were screwed.

“In. Want in.” You murmur beginning to move around and fix the nest, making it bigger to fit more people in, a pout of concentration on your face. Jungkook and Taehyung’s hearts skip a beat. You look so adorable fixing it and demanding them to get in. They felt a feeling of achievement getting to see you make your first nest, watching you cave to your instincts. But their hearts were pounding. They knew how intimate being invited into a nest was. They knew what it meant after all the videos they watched on nests, giving each other a look. They all needed to talk but right now, they couldn’t deny you. You had them wrapped around your finger.

“You’re inviting us in, Sweet Girl?” Jungkook asks softly, cooing as you look up at him with wide innocent eyes and nod. You were going to be the death of him. With slight hesitation they both climb in and sandwich you between them, allowing you to move them to where you wanted them before you finally snuggle into them, Jungkook chest to chest, your head tucked into the crook of his neck as Taehyung spoons you, rubbing soothingly up your waist, a smile playing at his lips as you begin to purr. You really were beginning to live up to your leopard counterpart now.

“We heard you aren’t doing too good huh Kitten?” Taehyung coos. You huff and shake your head, lifting your head to look at him and pout before looking at Jungkook and whispering,

“Scent? Y/N scent you?” 

He almost chokes on his saliva but nods slowly, eyes widening when you don’t hesitate to nuzzle back into his neck and begin to rub your nose on his neck and nip occasionally, shallow breaths leaving his mouth, frozen in shock before glaring at the amused look on Taehyung’s face. 

‘Stop it. You’d freak out too.’ Jungkook mouths reaching over and flicking Taehyung on the forehead. However, the sudden movement made you whine in protest and he immediately goes back into the position he was in and pouts.

“I’m sorry baby, didn’t mean to upset you, I won’t move again without telling you okay?” He says softly chuckling as you hum in acknowledgment before sighing in contentment, losing your eyes to try and get rid of the thoughts in your head. Despite it only being noon, you were exhausted. The appointment and examination had sucked the life out of you and brought back so many memories and doubts you were trying so hard to bury and forget.

You didn’t feel worthy enough of their affection and care. You felt like you didn’t deserve them. That you weren’t good enough. It felt like you were being selfish and asking for too much to have them in your nest. A whimper leaves your lips, gripping Jungkooks’ t-shirt tight to rid yourself of the thoughts, trying to concentrate on his and Taehyungs’ scents in hopes to ground yourself, squeezing your eyes shut tight as the horrifying voice echoes in your head.

‘You are worthless piece of shit!’

‘You deserve nothing bitch!’

‘What a waste of space and air, why do I even bother keeping you.’

All the abusive words echo through your head on a constant repeat, flashes of the punishments and vile acts you were put through won’t leave, a strangled cry leaving your mouth from frustration and hurt making the boys fuss over you, panicked. You just wanted it to stop. For all the anguish and pain to be erased, to just be happy. Really truthfully happily. There was only so much forcing it you could take. 

“Make it stop. TaeTae, Koo, please make it stop. It hurts. Hurts.”

Safe. Safe. I’m safe. You repeat in your head trying to convince yourself, relaxing into their caring touches, finally succumbing to the sleep you were so desperately fighting, the appointment, the crying, the thoughts completely exhausting you.

“Shh Kitten, we’ve got you. You’re gonna be okay, we’re gonna get you through this, you’re safe, nothing can hurt you anymore, this will go, I promise, you’re safe, you’re safe here. Sleep, you need some sleep, we’re not going anywhere.” Taehyung says so delicately afraid that your fragile state would break from the slightest change of tone. He felt like a fool.

For not realizing how much you were really struggling. At how much you were really hiding. How much you had internalized it to hide it from them. He was a fool to that you were going to heal quickly. All the care, safety and love they gave you could only do so much. You had suffered for years. You have had more anguish, pain, abuse than anything. He promised to do better. Too do everything in his power to heal you. Supporting you.

When the boys know you’re asleep they look at each other sadly, wondering what they should do to make this torturous recovery easier for you, wondering what they do knowing what they know now about being invited into a nest but a voice from the door breaks their stares.

“Is she oka- Oh shit.”

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