Choromatsu - By The Pool Side

✧ Choromatsu - By The Pool Side

𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢!𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘚𝘩𝘺!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

"[Y/N]?"

Choromatsu's voice rang softly through the air, catching your attention. You were stood nervously at the door to his back garden, unsure if you could really bring yourself to step out of the shadows.

"Aren't you going to come outside?" He raised a brow at you, moving the book that he was reading away from his face. There was a chair waiting for you right beside his for you both to lounge on by the pool, yet you weren't even stepping out of the door.

He was no mind-reader, but he had a feeling that you were just nervous. He wasn't sure why, since you had been dating for a while now. Maybe he would have to coax you out gently in order to figure out the problem.

He lifted a hand in your direction, the corners of his mouth lifting into a light smile as his eyes caught yours, waiting patiently for you to come to him.

You glanced down at yourself, taking a deep breath. You could do this. There wasn't anything to be afraid of, right? It was normal to wear this when you're going to a pool, right? Right! There was nothing wrong with it!

Slowly, you stepped out of the doorway, blinking as the sunlight hit your face so suddenly. You kept your gaze averted to the tiled flooring, walking carefully over to Choromatsu and taking his hand, your fingers slotting perfectly between his.

At first, the man didn't say anything. His eyes were raking over your body, taking in the sight before him. You looked gorgeous.

There you were, wearing a one-piece bathing suit, in his colour, that wrapped tightly around your body. The upper curves of your chest were peeking out of the material teasingly, making Choromatsu lick his dry lips quickly. Trailing downwards, he could see the sides of your stomach were on display, and a little further, your lower regions seemed to sit a little too tightly on the suit, stretching every time you shifted around.

You looked too delicious for him to handle.

"D-Does it look... weird?" You mumbled anxiously, taking his silence as a bad thing. Immediately, Choromatsu shook his head.

"No, no, darling! Quite the opposite, actually.." he breathed, a dreamy tone in his voice. He had always thought you looked beautiful, but there was something about how hot your body looked, contrasting with your shy and apprehensive nature that just really turned him on.

Was this a dream? Well, he always felt like he was dreaming when he was with you. You were too good for a Yakuza member such as himself.

Choromatsu tugged on your hand, taking a hold of your waist and settling you down on his lap. The feeling of your bare thighs against the sides of his waist made his loins heat up rather quickly.

"Were you nervous to wear this?" He asked first, rubbing his thumbs soothingly against your hips. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, hands trembling as they rested on his shoulders.

"I didn't want to disappoint you, or anything..." you began quietly.

"Disappoint me? How would you ever be able to do that, love?" He tilted his head, a few strands of his slicked back hair falling across his forehead.

"I-I mean, you're a part of the Yakuza, so I thought... I thought your expectations would be high, or something?" The reasoning was stupid, you knew that more than anyone, but it was still a worry of yours nonetheless.

A puff of laughter came from your boyfriend, and he brought your body closer.

"You should know that I don't have high expectations for anyone. And especially not for you," he reminded you. "I fell for the lamb that you are, [Y/N]. You don't need to change yourself to impress me; your perfect already. For example..."

You felt his calloused hands travel from your hips down to your ass, cupping you through the material of your bathing suit, fingers tracing the small amount of flesh around the ends of the suit. You tensed, cheeks reddening further at the feeling.

"I love how you fit onto my lap so nicely, straddling me like this," he grinned mischievously, eyes searching your face for every reaction. He then moved to your thighs, gripping the meaty flesh on the inside, close to your heated core.

"And your thighs... I love how you wrap them around my head when I'm eating you out-"

"Ch-Choromatsu!" You squealed, burying your face into your hands.

"But it's true! I really, really, love it." He leaned up to your ear, murmuring against your skin. You shuddered as his lips barely brushed over the sensitive flesh of your neck.

"Did you know? How hard it was to control myself as soon as you stepped out, wearing this scandalous thing..." he tugged at the neck of your suit, exposing the top half of your breasts completely.

"Can you feel how hard I'm getting right now, darling?" Choromatsu bucked his hips upwards, grinding his hard on into your pussy. You whimpered, biting your lip. He felt so hard.

"I think I need to hear more than that."

He held the back of your head, pulling lightly on your hair as he pushed you forward to meet his lips, moving eagerly against them as his other hand moved to fondle your tits. He bucked into you again, more throughly this time, and you feared that you would end up soaking your new bathing suit.

You pulled away from him with a gasp for air as you felt his fingers begin to move the fabric away from your entrance.

"N-No! Not here! We're outside!" You panicked, whipping your head around the garden for any figures that may be watching. Choromatsu hummed, amused.

"Who's house is this again?" He held you firmly in place, his Cheshire-like grin and mischievous eyes never once leaving your face.

"No one is here except for us. We're completely alone, [Y/N]. Which makes things a lot easier."

With swift movements, he pulled down his trunks just enough for his hardened cock to spring free, and with deft fingers, he moved aside the garment and rubbed against your wetness.

You moaned loudly, only to cover your mouth to muffle the noises.

"You're really enjoying this aren't you? Already this wet for me." He smirked as you moved your head away from his teasing gaze, thighs trembling with need and want.

"Ah, you're so cute, babydoll!" He whined with a froggish smile, heart jolting from the adorable display. However, it was quickly replaced with pure lust as he lifted you up just enough for the head of his dick to tease your soaked entrance, already feeling it dripping down his length.

You braced yourself, holding onto his shoulders once more for support as your eyes glanced around again, still unsure. Choromatsu called to you, connecting your gaze.

"Just focus on me."

With that, he sank your body down onto him, watching as you shut your eyes in blissful pleasure. He fit so nicely inside of you, filling and stretching your insides, twitching and pulsing with every shift of your hips. Your walls instantly clamped around him, your body demanding more.

Choromatsu began to guide your hips up and down over his cock until you got used to the rhythm, steadily bouncing your thighs off of his in order to chase the waves of pleasure that rolled up your back and through your body every time he pushed back into you, hitting your g-spot over and over again until you saw stars.

Your tongue was lolling out of your mouth, panting and moaning loudly without a care now. You couldn't even say Choromatsu's name anymore, the word coming out as a stuttering mess of incoherent words.

Choromatsu watched you rode him, his stronger hands holding your hips so tight that there were sure to be bruises tomorrow. He grit his teeth, deep groans rumbling through his chest as he felt his release coming nearer.

He felt you were close, too, with the way the walls of your pussy began to tighten further around him. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, allowing Choromatsu access to your own, nipping and sucking away at the sensitive flesh under your jaw and the junction between your neck and shoulder.

With one final bite to your skin and a hard thrust into you, you spilled over the edge, coming over his pulsing cock with a lewd moan of his name. The man continued to pound into you before coming inside you, pumping large spurts of seed into your pussy until it dribbled down your thighs, making them slick with both of your come.

You allowed your body to relax on top of his chest, wrapping your shaking arms around his neck, the both of you still breathing heavily. Choromatsu held you just as tightly, peppering light kisses against the deep purple makes beginning to form across your skin.

Eventually, he would gather your hazy form into his arms, taking you inside to clean up. And maybe have another taste before allowing you some proper rest.

✧ Karamatsu - Ravenous

𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢!𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘚𝘩𝘺!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

There were days when you asked yourself:

'Why don't I just quit?'

It seemed like the most logical thing to do. Being unappreciated by your coworkers and looked down upon by those higher-up was really starting to take its toll on you.

Had you done something wrong? Did you say something stupid? Had you made a mistake somewhere? Did it have something to do with how quiet you were?

The constant paranoia weighed down on you daily, getting to the point where you could barely trust yourself to do anything at work.

You didn't want to go in. You didn't want to deal with any of it. However, you had no choice. You needed the money desperately. Maybe if you had lived in a city where fear didn't rule over everyone, you could have had a better chance at living.

A city of new beginnings, the place of dreams where everyone hits the jackpot in achieving their goals. The same city you had thought would be the perfect place to start over; Akatsuka District.

Was run by the Yakuza.

You stood at the meeting table, hands clutching wads of documents waiting to be given to the most stuck up person in the room- Atsushi. From the moment you met him, you knew he was trouble. That proved to be true, as he constantly placed blame on you for any mishaps in the office, even going as far as go trip you up when you walked by. He was childish and idiotic. How he got such a respectable job was beyond you.

"Well, well, well," the man chuckled snidely. "You've finally finished the job. If you had done it any slower, I would have just done it myself."

"Why don't you just do it yourself in the first place?" You snapped, slapping the papers down on the desk. You had worked late hours into the night, sacrificing many hours of sleep just to get this done. You didn't have to. You didn't want to. But you did. And he still had the audacity to treat you like dirt under his shoe?

Atsushi glared up at you from his seat. "Watch your tongue. Don't you remember who you're talking to?" He slowly stood up from his seat, standing tall over you intimidatingly. You took a small step back, only for him to come closer to you and backing you into the wall, almost pushing his chest against yours.

He placed his hand beside your hand heavily, making you flinch. "Know your place, sweetcheeks. Or else someone's gonna have to teach you the hard way..."

You tensed as he placed a clammy hand onto your waist, feeling around the fabric of your work shirt before creeping his way towards your back. Your eyes widened and you pushed him away swiftly, watching as he staggered backwards in surprise.

Something inside you had snapped.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" You murmured, every word full of seething anger. Atsushi paused at your low, menacing tone.

"You think that just because you have a higher position than me means you can walk all over me?" You took a step forward.

"Is there something wrong with that twisted little brain of yours? Because clearly there is!" You took another step forward for each word, finally ending up right in front of him as he attempted to lean away from you as you yelled the last few words in his face.

Atsushi opened his mouth to respond some snarky remark when the door burst open.

"What exactly is going on in here?"

You both froze. You recognised that voice without even looking at who stood in the doorway, and you certainly didn't want to take a peek at what kind of angered expression he was wearing.

Matsuno Karamatsu. The second eldest son of the Matsuno family. The Yakuza family that ran almost the entire city. He was the one in charge of this office building, along with many others in the same area. How did you not know he was coming in today?

"N-N-Nothing, Mr Matsuno!" Atsushi quickly responded, breaking the tense silence. "J-Just a little... misunderstanding, is all-!"

"'Misunderstanding?'" You cut in. The hot glare you wore burned itself into Atsushi's skin, making him fidget.

"You put your filthy hands on me, knowing exactly what you were doing..." you took a step back before screaming: "And you have the AUDACITY to say it was A 'MISUNDERSTANDING?!'"

Your voice silenced the whole office, everyone peeking over the other's shoulders in shock at just who the ruckus was coming from. Karamatsu stood silently by the doorway, a brow raised. Although, he didn't say a word as you continued.

"I have had enough of you and your bullshit, Atsushi!" You jabbed a finger hard onto his chest. "You and the rest of those fuckers out there push me around and think I'm some kind of doormat! You put your entire workload onto me like I'm a servant to you, and YOU get all the credit while I waste so many hours of my life, working away for scummy bastards like you!"

You took a few deep breaths before grabbing at the badge pinned onto your front pocket.

"You know what? I quit." You threw the badge onto the table, not even glancing at it as it clattered across the wood. You instead turned to the Matsuno, staring him straight in the eyes. Something you had never been able to do before.

"The next time you come around to collect money from us, don't expect me to be paying you a single yen. You can kill me on the spot for all I care."

You stalked past him, staring straight ahead at the elevator waiting at the far end of the main office, smashing the buttons to head downwards whilst facing the wall, your back to the people behind you, still silent.

As soon as the doors slid close, the tears began to fall. You wiped at them aggressively, angry at yourself for being so weak. However, the tears wouldn't stop. The minute you stepped out of the building you made a run for it back to your apartment, head down in an attempt to hide your tears.

You were tired. You were angry. You were disgusted. Embarrassed. Extremely upset and distressed. Every negative emotion you could think of was swirling within you, creating an ugly concoction of feelings that overflowed and burst.

Reaching your apartment, you struggled to find the key through blurry eyes to open the door, eventually swinging it open and slamming it shut. You headed straight for your bedroom, allowing the sobs to wrack through you as you collapsed heavily onto your bed, shoving your face into the soft sheets.

You cried and bawled until your eyes grew heavy. The room fell dark, and suddenly, you were met with silence. Slumber washed over you and you gave in, hoping the headache and the pain would fade away too.

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You woke with a start. A shiver ran through your body as you rose from your position on your bed, glancing around blearily.

It was dark in your room. You could barely make out the outline of your hands as you pushed yourself over to your bedside table, grabbing at the clock.

10:06 pm

You would have been heading home from work by now...

Shaking your head (only to regret that action immediately), you stood up with a groan. You couldn't allow yourself to continue thinking about that retched place after all that had happened.

You winced at the dryness of your face, rubbing a hand down your cheeks. Deciding it was best to have a shower now, you grabbed a fresh set of underwear and a nightdress that ran down to your knees, easily able to find what you needed in the dark. Although, you made sure to the turn a few lights on as you made your way to the bathroom.

A sigh escaped you as the warm trickles of water cascaded down your body, loosening the tension in your muscles. You massaged your fingers over your scalp as you applied a sweet citrus shampoo, then lathering soap onto your body, the gentle aroma of lavender filling the air around you.

After a while, you stepped out and began to dress back up. It was then you realised you had picked a set of blue and black laced panties and bra. You shrugged, thinking the colour matched your mood. Slipping the simple coloured nightdress over your head, you busied yourself with towel drying your hair as you wandered over to the kitchen, planning on making yourself a late dinner.

Until there was a knock at the door.

You halted in your tracks, staring at the dark wood. Who could be here so late?

The knocking came again, a little harder this time. You jumped, hastily making your way over. Reluctantly, you unlocked the door and opened it slightly, peeking through the gap with wide eyes.

"[Y/N]."

It was Karamatsu. Still in his dark suit and loose blue dress shirt, although he looked quite disheveled. His brown eyed bore into yours for a moment before he spoke again.

"I need to speak with you."

It was a demand that you could not bring yourself to refuse. After embarrassing yourself in front of him more than ever today, the least you could do was offer him an apology. That was most likely what he came here for, wasn't it?

You stepped aside, opening the door enough for him to step inside before closing it shut and locking it back up. You turned to face him, seeing him already staring down at you with an unreadable expression. You averted your gaze, lips trembling.

"I-I..." You gulped. "I'm so... So sorry for today, Matsuno-san. I didn't mean to... t-to yell like that, I just..."

The man took a step forward, and then another, backing you up against the door. You whimpered as he placed a hand beside your head. A sense of deja-vu washed over you, only this time, you were filled with a sense of anticipation rather than fear.

You squeezed your eyes shut, stuttering another apology.

"I-I'm so sorry..!"

"...I don't want your apologies."

His deep voice echoed through your ears. You flinched as your felt a finger run down your cheek, the cold metal of his ring burning against your hotter skin. You hesitantly opened your eyes to meet his half-lidded gaze.

"The one at fault was Atsushi. And rest assured, his presence has been... dealt with."

Your mind raced with every possibility of what exactly that meant, only to be stopped by his words once more.

"The only thing you did wrong was leave," he continued. He moved his head to rest beside yours, muttering into your ear. "You can't leave, sweet [Y/N]. I won't have an excuse to see you anymore if you do."

You gasped softly as he nipped at the sensitive flesh of your ear, chuckling as a shiver ran down your spine.

"W-Wait..!" You whined. "I don't.. I don't understand!"

"What is there not to understand, doll?" Karamatsu replied, pausing his ministrations as he rested his large hands over your thinly clothed hips. You took a few deep breaths, pushing away the burning desire in your mind to think clearly.

"I don't understand how you feel about me..." you whispered. "There are times where you push me away like everybody else, and treat me like I'm not there. But now... N-Now you're here, doing things like this... I don't understand it at all!"

Tears of confusion brimmed the edges of your eyes, with you desperately trying to keep them at bay. Karamatsu stayed silent before sighing, moving away from you to look into your eyes.

"I apologise, dearest. The reason I tried to keep you away is because I feared I would lose control over my desires for you," he smirked as you flushed deeper. "But here... Allow me to show you just how much desire I hold for you and you alone."

He placed a hand on the back of your head and pushed you forward, crashing your lips together with heated passion. You clutched onto the front of his suit as he pulled you closer, moving his lips sensually over your own.

You tried your best to keep up, but when he bit at your bottom lip, tugging on it harshly, your legs began to wobble dangerously. You allowed yourself to be lost in the dizzying heat, letting him take control and push his tongue into your mouth, exploring his newly claimed territory.

A moan slipped from the back of your throat when a hand tugged at your hair, pulling you away as he trailed open mouthed kisses down your jaw to your neck. He nipped at your flesh, carelessly leaving marks behind for later. He grinned as he reached your collarbone, feeling you shudder as he worried the more sensitive skin between his teeth.

Karamatsu moved his hands to the back of your thighs, lifting you up with ease into his arms. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, whining as you were able to feel his hardened length push against your core. He began carrying you down the hallways of your apartment, eventually finding your bedroom and kicking the door open heavily, continuing to mark your neck and shoulders.

He lay you down on your sheets, breaking away from the kiss as he hovered over you. His gaze locked onto your shimmering orbs, swimming with arousal, just like his own. Your red, plump and swollen lips from all the heavy kissing and biting were parted lazily, your chest heaving underneath your dress.

Karamatsu quickly took hold of your clothing and lifted it off of you, leaving you exposed to him. Before you could cover yourself, he took hold of your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand, using the other to trace over your bra.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were waiting for me, love," he hummed. You turned your head away, unable to speak. You were too nervous. Your hands were shaking as they clutched the fabric of your comforter beneath you. Your thighs were trembling, still clutched around his hips. Your breath was picking up the more he stared at you, burning into your skin.

His calloused fingers gently took hold of your chin, turning you to face him. He leaned close to you, his lips barely grazing over your own.

"Look at me..." he breathed. "Tell me stop, and I will do so."

You paused, biting your lip in deep thought, unknowingly arousing the Yakuza boss further.

You couldn't deny your feelings. You had fallen in love with this man months ago, the harboured emotions piling up the more you saw him. You had wanted him for so long. And now you were there, so close to him, a word away from having him all to yourself, the same way he wanted you, and possibly more.

The question was... could you do it with the little to no experience you had?

The throbbing heat filling your body was saying yes.

"..I really want to... with you," Your voice was as soft as his, "but I... I-I haven't... I've never..."

Karamatsu's strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you upwards and shifting you onto his lap. He kissed you chastely, running his hands up and down your back.

"That's even better for me. I can be the first and only one to ruin you wholly," he smirked, suddenly grounding your hips onto his. You moaned loudly, quickly covering your mouth to muffle the sounds. Once more, he took hold of your hands, tutting.

"I want to hear you. Be louder for me."

He continued to connect his hips with yours, pressing his throbbing cock into your wet panties, your moans echoing through his ears. He lay you back down, ignoring your whine from the lack of friction as he focused on your lower region. He ran a finger over the wet spot on your panties before hooking his fingers around the edge of the material, dragging it down your legs and off of your body. He held it up to his nose for a moment, taking a deep breath.

"Your scent is truly intoxicating..." he sighed, licking at the damp spot a few times before dropping it onto the floor, instead hurriedly removing his suit and shirt, also tossing them away.

Your eyes widened at the sight of his bare torso, sculpted and defined muscles rippling with each movement. You reached a hand towards him, feeling down his skin, running over a few rough scars in a few places. Realising what you were doing, you jerked your hand away, only for it to be caught and brought down to the tent formed in his trousers.

"Keep at it, darling."  He guides your fingers to the button of his slacks, watching as you shakily began to undo it and pull down the clothing along with his boxers, revealing his stiff cock. You licked at your dry lips at the sight, taking a deep shuddering breath.

Karamatsu's hand pushed your head downwards, your lips resting on his tip, urging you to take him into your mouth. You did as you were demanded, parting your lips and taking as much of him as you could, feeling him hit the back of your throat not even halfway down.

You slowly bobbed your head up and down on his length, experimentally licking at the underside of his dick, swirling your tongue around his head before taking him in again. He groaned deeply above you, whispering your name over and over again, telling you how good you were being, how beautiful you were, how your pretty little mouth was doing so well.

He was pulsing and twitching in your mouth, getting close to his release. You peered up at him through thick lashes, precum leaking from the corner of your reddened lips, hair wonderfully messy and hands clutching to him like a lifeline, thighs rubbing together for some sort of friction.

The sight was almost enough for him to grab you and shove his cock down your throat, making you taste every bit of his cum. Instead, however, he removed you from him and pushed your back so that you lay flat on your bed once more. He practically ripped off your bra, as well as completely remove the last bit of his clothing before taking hold of your thighs, pushing them wide apart and bending them greatly.

"I want you to make sure this whole city knows who you belong to, sweetheart," he growled hungrily, pressing his thick tip against your soaked entrance. He began inserting himself inside of you, inch by inch until his balls rested against you. You felt so full, your walls clenching around him almost instantly. A deep groan rumbled from Karamatsu's throat at the feeling. He hadn't felt so weak to a woman in so long; holding himself back from coming this early was becoming painful for him.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as you moaned out his name.

"Karamatsu... please..."

At the sound, he captured your lips in a needy kiss as he began to pump in and out of you. His girth rubbed at your insides, each bump of his veins creating wonderful friction for you, sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body. With the delicious angle he had you at, he continued to reach further into you with every thrust, prodding your g-spot and making you moan lewdly into his mouth.

He ploughed into you roughly, picking up the pace as your walls suddenly spasmed around him without warning, climaxing around his length. The soft sounds of your juices coating his shaft filled the room as he continued to pound into you. He paused for a moment, grabbing you and flipping you over, pulling your waist flush against his.

His fingers dug into your skin as he impaled you onto his length over and over again, bringing you to cum once more, your essence spilling out of you and down your inner thighs. You called out for him, spurring him on. He pulled himself out to the tip before slamming back into you one final time, spilling into you and coating your walls with his thick seed.

You both came to a stop, catching your breaths from the vigorous love making. You felt yourself being lifted into his lap once more, your back against his broad chest. His hands came up to fondle with your breasts lightly, making you gasp softly. He began trailing kisses along your shoulders gently, moving up higher before planting a long kiss onto your lips.

"[Y/N]..." he muttered. His eyes were full of something enticingly dangerous, and you felt him buck his hips into you, his length still hard.

"It seems I am still hungry for you."

"...Have as much as you want."

You barely managed to finish your sentence before he clasped his fingers around your neck, resting the back of your head on his shoulder behind you.

You knew now that quitting was a terrible idea. Although, maybe it would be best for you to take a few days off after you had satisfied Karamatsu's ravenous hunger for you.

Choromatsu - A Gracious Green

The ticking of the clock grew louder and louder with each second passing, causing Choromatsu to jog his leg up and down in his seat without thought. Sweat had accumulated at the back of his neck, but he didn't bother wiping it away. He knew it would just continuously make its way back.

His father was getting old. All his brothers, including himself, knew deep down that they couldn't mooch off of their parents forever. And with Matsuzo collapsing in the middle of the day and being hospitalised for the next few weeks, the sextuplets had a very scary and stern wake up call. They had to start working, for the sake of their parents.

...However, it didn't make the process any easier. Choromatsu's nerves were through the roof, evidently shown by the crumpled look on his face. He began to wonder if he should even be sitting in that room, waiting for someone to inevitably call his name so that he could begin the interview.

He was scared. So terribly scared.

Just then, the sound of a door opening beside him made him jolt in a panic. Whipping his head towards the source of the sound, he saw a woman, making her way over to the seat directly in front of him. He couldn't help but stare (as he did with any other female he had ever encountered).

Your hair was slightly disheveled, leaving you to run a shaky hand through your locks in an attempt to straighten them out. Your clothes looked slightly wrinkled, and he noticed a few small stains on the side of your white shirt, which were almost entirely covered by your black blazer.

When he finally got a good look at your face, he paused. Your face looked thinner than most. There was a hollowness in your cheeks and sunken eyes, rimmed with dark circles from what he assumed was many restless nights.

"Hello!"

With a squeak, Choromatsu averted his head towards the ceiling. He had been so busy staring, he hadn't realised you were looking right back at him with a smile.

"H-H-Hello!!" His voice was a lot louder than usual. He cursed his nervousness.

"Are you also here for a job interview?" You began a conversation with him, seeing as he was the only one in the room with you. Why you wanted to talk to him, though, the Matsuno would never know.

"Ah, yes! I am!" There were too many voice cracks in that short answer. Clearing his throat, he tried again.

"I'm Choromatsu Matsuno. It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too! I'm [Y/N] [L/N]," you placed your slightly tattered bag onto your lap, crossing one leg over the other. "Is this your first interview?"

"N-No, I've worked before. But, it's been a while..." He rubbed the back of his head, quickly glossing over his lazy NEET lifestyle. Just as he was about to continue the conversation, his name was called, instructing him to enter the main office. He stood shakily, busying his hands with the material of his tie.

"Good luck, Mr Matsuno!" you beamed towards him, causing a blush to spread over his face. He responded similarly, throwing you a timid smile before disappearing behind the large oak doors.

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Choromatsu sighed heavily, slouching over as he stood just outside the office building. Another failed interview. How long until he could find somewhere to work? What if his father's condition grew worse? It would be too late to do anything. He would be a failure.

A deep sigh coming from his right snapped him out of his downwards spiralling thoughts. Glancing over, he saw it was you, from earlier. You were slouching over just like he was, a crumpled look of defeat plastered onto your face.

"... I assume you didn't get the job, either?" Choromatsu asked softly, startling you.

"Mr Matsuno..."

"Please, call me Choromatsu," he quickly corrected. Giving a slight nod, you straightened yourself back up.

"I didn't think there would be so many requirements... It sounded like a simple enough job," you whined, rubbing the back of your neck in confusion.

Choromatsu hummed in agreement. A moment of silence came over the both of you, the distant sounds of cars whizzing past filling up the air. He looked up to the sky, noting how the sun was beginning to set, painting the clouds in soft hues of oranges and purples.

"Would you, maybe..." He started, trailing off nervously as you tilted your head towards him. Swallowing thickly, he continued: "Well, what I mean is, w-would you like to.. get a drink? It'll be on me."

He fidgeted in his place as you continued to stare at him in bewilderment. Your fingers tightened around the worn straps of your bag, and you nibbled your lower lip in thought.

"Y-You don't have to say yes if you don't want to!" Choromatsu babbled suddenly, his cheeks a heavy shade of red. You only chuckled softly, turning fully towards him.

"I wouldn't mind a drink, Choromatsu."

"Sure, I'll just head home now, it was really weird of me to- ... What?"

"I said yes," you laughed, moving to stand beside him. "I don't know many places around here, so you'll have to show me the way."

The Matsuno stood in shock, eyes wide with a slight sweat running down the side of his temple. Slowly, he took a step forward, muttering for you to follow him in a daze.

Streetlights flickered on gently as you made your way down the sparse pavements, the both of you opting to simply walk in a silence that gradually grew more comfortable. The local bar that Choromatsu and his brothers frequented finally came into view, gesturing for you to go inside first.

You chose a table towards the back corner of the room, which gave you a nice view of the darkening sky just outside. Glancing around, you noticed the place was empty for the most part, aside from a single sleeping figure in a grey suit a few tables down.

"Do you come here often?" you asked Choromatsu, who had sat in front of you. His smile faltered slightly as he gave it some thought.

"Yeah, but my brothers almost always tag along. It's nice to finally have a drink away from them for a little bit."

"You have brothers? That must be nice!" you beamed. He only frowned at that.

"Not if you have five identical faces..." he muttered, although you didn't hear him as a waiter came around to your table with a notepad and pen.

"Welcome! What can I get you to drink?" He asked politely, even though he was already eyeing Choromatsu with a wary look.

"I'll have the usual," the waiter nodded, but didn't write anything down.

"And you, miss?"

"Uh... Just a glass of water, please," you ordered. When the waiter had left, Choromatsu raised a brow at you.

"You don't have to get water. I don't mind buying you something else." You averted your gaze from him to your lap, crossing one leg over the other and smoothing out the wrinkles of your skirt.

"No, it's.. it's okay. I can't really afford anything other than water, anyway." You tried to dismiss the topic with a shaky smile, but the action only caused Choromatsu to lean in closer.

"But drinks here are extremely cheap, only around three hundred yen. Surely you can afford that, right?"

"I-I really.. can't. Even if it's just three hundred, I can't risk it."

The air between the two of you became tense as Choromatsu studied you carefully. He may seem dumb most of the time, but he wasn't stupid. He could see something was wrong - very wrong - with the way you were answering his questions.

His eyes wandered down to your clothing and bag, then to your thin face for a split second before something clicked.

"You... You don't have much money at all, do you?" He almost whispered, face paling as you barely nodded your head.

"I'm.. living on my last pay check.." you hesitantly revealed. More silence, until Choromatsu pressed on.

"When did you get that?"

"... A month ago."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. You couldn't be any older than him, and you were barely living?

"Please tell me you at least have somewhere to live..?" His tone was desperate as he clutched the fabric of his trousers.

"I don't have anywhere to go, Choromatsu..." you took a deep breath to calm your nerves, "That's why I really needed this job, or any job I can get. But every time I go, I keep getting turned away. I... I don't know what else to do..."

Your face was buried into your hands as the stress finally crashed down on you like a bucket of cold ice. You tried your best to hold back the tears, but as a few slipped through, you found it hard to catch your breath.

You were sure that Choromatsu had left now after not hearing anything from him since you spoke. However, the thought was quickly thrown out the window as you felt a presence beside you, a warm hand resting itself onto your shoulder.

Hesitantly, you peered through the gaps of your fingers to see him offer you a smile once more, a look of understanding in his eyes.

"You don't need to worry, [Y/N].." he boldly brushed away the tears from your cheeks with the pad of his thumb, keeping your gaze fixated on him. "I can help you."

He stood from his seat and grasped your hand, tugging you upwards and began leading you out of the bar, ignoring the mad yelling of the waiter from behind you and instead quickening his pace.

"I would offer you to stay at my place, but my shitty brothers would make everything worse. Luckily, though, I think I know someone else who can help."

"W-Wait! Choromatsu!" You dug your feet into the ground, stopping you both in your tracks.

"I don't understand what you're talking about.. Where are you taking me?" Your voice wavered dangerously, but you forced the next surge of tears down.

"Ah, sorry! I guess I didn't explain things very well, did I?" He ruffled his hair sheepishly before turning to you, only to avert his gaze to the ground. "I know we just met, but.. I'm worried about you, [Y/N]. I know someone who will definitely let you stay at their house until you're able to get by on your own two feet again. That is... If you want to?"

He felt your fingers tighten around his slightly clammy palm, then a sniffle. He shot his head up to find your cheeks stained with tears, your lips formed into a wobbly but grateful smile.

"Y-You'd do that... for a stranger?" You mumbled tearily, a huff of laughter escaping you. In an instant, you wrapped your arms around Choromatsu's torso, burying your face into his shirt.

"Thank you... So much, Choromatsu..."

"I-I-It's no problem!" He squeaked, gently clinging his twitchy fingers onto the back of your blazer. He wished he could revel in your warmth pressed against him for a little longer, but he really had to get you to Totoko's.

Besides, he had a bit of a growing problem that he really didn't want you to see.

Karamatsu - Prepared?

𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭!𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Whenever you were at school, the hands on the clock seemed to purposely take forever to reach the final minutes of the day.

You tapped your finger impatiently against your cheek, staring blankly outside the window beside you. The droning voice of your teacher at the front of the class went through one ear and out the other, making the lesson just that little bit more boring.

You had other things to think about besides some useless math equations, anyway.

Looking up towards the clear, blue spring sky, your thoughts were drawn back to exactly that: blue. Or, more specifically, to the person you associated with the colour blue;

Karamatsu Matsuno.

One of the infamous sextuplets that attended your highschool. With his bowl cut brown hair, large round eyes and slightly red cheeks due to small blemishes, he was the definition of cute in your books.

You were lucky you were able to talk to him, too, seeing as you weren't exactly a social butterfly. He was in most of your classes, and as if it were fate, your teachers almost always paired the both of you up (although, that may have been to prevent him from sticking with his brothers, which would have led to no work being done).

So of course, the both of you were practically forced to communicate with each other. And on top of that, you were both walking home with each other nowadays, as you both were headed in the same direction. That, and the fact that he didn't really walk with his brothers anymore, which you actually found to be quite the shame.

They were so lively together, and their bond seemed so strong... What happened?

You sighed softly, eyeing the birds that flew swiftly over the school campus. You knew exactly what happened. People in your school were quick to judge them all for the things that the Matsuno's did together as brothers - as family - and to make themselves fit in, they slowly drifted apart. They don't even acknowledge each other anymore...

And now, Karamtsu seemed to be falling back into his shell of shyness. Without the support of his brothers, he didn't know what to do with himself. Slowly but surely, he became meek again, and struggled talking to others.

Including you.

Especially today, for some reason. It seemed as if he was trying to make an effort to speak, but every time you asked what was wrong, his cheeks flushed a deep red, and he stammered an excuse that you couldn't understand before running away. That had happened three times today. Did you do something wrong?

You did try asking Ichimatsu, as he seemed to be the easiest to talk to, but even he had no idea why his brother would act in such a way.

"Maybe he's just getting a little shy again. Who knows?" He had shrugged, giving you a smile before leaving to meet his friends.

At a loss, you could only watch Karamatsu's actions from the side, wondering continuously what was wrong with him. You wanted to help him, as a friend. Since that's probably all you'll ever stay to him, or you might be nothing to him now since he can't talk to you...

Your cheeks turned a light shade of pink as you thought this. Brows furrowed, you let a small pout cross your lips. You really liked Karamtsu. A lot. Over the past year or so since you got to know him, you realised a lot of things about him, and you found your eyes always wandering back to his figure subconsciously.

And you wanted to tell him how you felt so badly, but you were scared of it causing a rift in your friendship, as you were sure he didn't see you the same way. He was just shy, that's why he couldn't talk to you much. He probably only stayed with you because he had to for a project, or he might have felt bad for not walking with you on the way home. He was nice like that.

The bell suddenly rang, snapping you out of your thoughts. Quickly, you packed up your things and decided to head home straight away. It was the end of the week, and all you wanted was to stay as far away from school as possible until Monday.

Leaving the classroom, you went down the few flights of stairs to the main entrance, changing out of your school shoes to your comfortable pair of white and blue sneakers; a colour combo you chose without even realising because you were too busy thinking about Karamatsu whilst out shopping-

You groaned internally, begging yourself to stop acting like those girls in your class who just acted so love struck over every guy they've ever met. You were better than this! You're 18, for goodness sake, get a grip girl!

Despite thinking this, you took one small glance back over your shoulder to see if a familiar worried face was coming towards you as usual to accompany you home...

But nobody came.

Dejectedly, you dragged your feet away from the school gates. You knew it. He was just sick of you now. That's what he was going to tell you, wasn't he? But he was just too nice for his own good to get it out, so he left you instead.

Looking up, your eyes locked onto the countless Sakura trees lined against the empty sidewalk, hundreds of pink petals twirling in the air and dancing around you in the breeze. Ah, Sakura trees... A sad reminder of just how short beautiful things can last.

Just like your friendship with Karamatsu...

"[Y/N]!"

Wow. You were imagining his voice now? That's pathetic.

"[Y/N], wait!"

...Is that coming from behind you?

Turning on your heel, your eyes widened as a figure ran closer towards you, eyebrows creased in worry and panting heavily from having to catch up to you.

"Kara...matsu?" You mumbled confusedly, watching as he stopped in front of you, leaning his palms on his knees to catch his breath. It was silent for a few moments before the boy looked up at you slowly, cheeks flushed red again. Seriously, did he have a fever?

"I-I.. uhm..." he started quietly, straightening himself out. His mouth opened and closed a few times, hands making small gestures as he tried to speak, but nothing came out. Feeling slightly awkward, and worried for Karamatsu, you spoke first.

"Karamatsu," you began. He immediately froze up, eyes focused solely on you. You fidgeted slightly under his gaze, but took a small breath.

"Take a deep breath first. Then tell me what's wrong, okay?" Even though you knew what he wanted to say, you still gave him a small smile, encouraging him to speak.

Taking your advice, he sucked in a deep breath, loosening his joints so that they weren't as tense. Then, he raised a hand and rummaged through his pockets, pulling out a pile of notecards. You could only stare with a slightly raised brow, curious as to what he was doing.

"Uh, hey... so.. uhh.." he looked down at his notecards. "Did you, Uh- did... you fall out of heaven because, um-" due to the shakiness of his hands (and voice) he ended up dropping his cards all over the floor.

In a panic, he fell to the ground too, scrabbling to pick up the pieces of paper and sorting them back into their original order.

"Shit, fuck oh god fuck I'm so sorry you're- you're just s-so pretty I'm sorry-"

He continued rambling like that, his face looking like a cherry as he sweated profusely out of nerves, entire body shaking and words continuously pouring out of his mouth, making no sense to you.

However, your face was cherry red too as you processed what just happened.

He... he used a pick-up line on you? To confess? Is that what was going on?

...Your heart throbbed painfully, reminding you just how in love you were with this complete dork in front of you.

As Karamastu stood back up, still mumbling, only one thought was going through your head. And it slipped out.

"Kiss me, Karamtsu."

Time seemed to stop, and this was the only time you were grateful for that.

Blushing furiously, Karamatsu's brown orbs were blown wide, darting from your face to his cards, looking through them desperately.

"I um... don't have a card for... this," he replied, his voice higher than usual. You breathed out a giggle, stepping closer to him as you took advantage of this small piece of confidence you suddenly picked up.

"That's okay. I don't think we need it."

With that, you stood up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips against his. They were soft and slightly plump, fitting against yours like a missing puzzle piece.

Karamatsu froze up again, eyes squeezed shut as he dared not move, scared that he would ruin the moment if he did anything. Even so, he melted into you, pushing back against your lips in hopes that he was conveying his feelings like he wanted to.

Breaking away from each other, breathless, you spoke softly for only him to hear.

"I think you're really cute, too, Karamatsu."

The boy could only stare at you, face red, unable too tear his gaze away. He was floating up in the clouds right now, not entirely believing that this was real.

Smiling gently, you held out a hand towards Karamatsu.

"Shall we head home? Together?" You added. Glancing at your hand, a soft and sheepish smile worked it's way onto his face, cheeks flushing cutely. Slowly, he placed his larger hand into yours, squeezing gently.

"Y-Yeah... That sounds like a good idea."

✧ Choromatsu - Slightly Sadistic

𝘕𝘰𝘪𝘳!𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘚𝘩𝘺!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Choromatsu sat you upright on his lap, leaning back into his Den chair. He continued his assault on your neck, tilting your head backwards by the hair as he trailed his cool lips down to your shoulder, latching onto the sensitive skin.

His hands roamed your body, pinching at your chubby thighs that had wrapped around his waist, then rubbing at your sides before settling onto your breasts, groaning at the weight of them in his palms.

He broke away from you to peer down at your chest, following the rise and fall of each mound hungrily. You bit your lip, your face feeling just as hot as your body. You sucked in a sharp breath as Choromatsu quickly began removing your shirt, the cool air leaving goosebumps on your skin.

He traced a hand over the top of your tits, teasingly lifting a strap of your bra and releasing it against your skin with a 'snap,' making you gasp. He grinned, eyes full of lust.

"Hmm, you're into that kinda stuff? Should'a told me sooner, darlin'.." he teased, chuckling lowly as you turned your face away. He continued to slowly remove your bra, letting the item fall to the ground without a care. He was focused solely on your plump breasts now, licking his dry lips.

Choromatsu dived in for a taste with no hesitation, latching onto your perked nipple with a satisfied sigh, using his hand to give equal attention to the other. He suckled and licked harshly on the skin, knowingly leaving dark marks behind, littered over your body.

You gasped and moaned loudly, raising your hands to desperately cover your mouth, hoping to muffle the sounds. If you knew anyone had heard you, you thought you would die of sheer embarrassment.

You couldn't help but squirm on Choromatsu's lap, unintentionally grinding your hips against his and feeling something push against your core. Choromatsu groaned against you, hands moving to grasp your hips tightly, halting your movement.

"That's playing dirty, sweetheart," his voice was nice and raspy, commanding and dominant as he looked up at you with half-lidded eyes.

"S-Sorry..." you whimpered, hoping, desperately hoping, that he wouldn't stop. He brought his hand up to your hair, carding his fingers through your locks and pushing your head towards him, meeting his lips halfway as he pressed a heated kiss to your own. He squeezed one of your tits in his free hand, slipping his tongue into your mouth the moment you gasped.

He left you dizzy and full of a searing need when he broke away. A shiver ran up your spine as he nipped at your ear, muttering: "I didn't say stop, [Y/N]."

Not a moment was spared as he went back to your boobs, pinching, squeezing and nipping at your sensitive skin, revelling in every noise that left your throat. He ground his hips up into you again, muffling his own noises as felt his hardened length press against you tightly.

"Choro... Ch-Choromatsu..!" You whined against him, shaky fingers hanging onto his broad shoulders as your unspoken wants hung in the air. He hummed against your skin, suddenly bringing a hand down hard onto your ass.

The sting made you cry out in pain, though it quickly melted in something pleasurable as he pushed into again.

"You're gonna have to tell me very clearly what you want," Choromatsu murmured firmly, a sadistic grin crossing his face. "Or else I'll just leave ya' here high and dry, babe."

Ichimatsu - Gamble

𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘰!𝘐𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

'Was it really a good idea for me to come here?'

That was the only thought that ran through your mind as you stood nervously inside the buzzing Casino beside your friends, who were gushing in awe at your surroundings.

Your eyes darted nervously from person to person, table to table, ceiling to floor. Anything to keep you distracted from the absurdly large amount of butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"Look, you guys!" Homura gasped, catching your attention. She directed your gaze upwards, towards the upper floor of the Casino. Just behind the glass balcony stood six figures, all dressed extremely wealthy (or extravagantly, in some cases) with styled hair. Their identical gazes were directed downwards onto the mass of people below them, watching carefully.

"The Matsuno sextuplets! I told you they would be here!" she squealed, cheeks slightly red.

You gulped, eyes studying them carefully. Of course they would be here, it was their Casino, after all. You weren't even close to them , yet you could feel their powerful and intimidating aura from where you stood. You shuffled closer to your friends, your timidness kicking in.

They weren't bad to look at, if you were being honest. Well, that was another reason why they were so famous. Not only were they filthy rich because they owned the biggest Casino in Akatsuka, but they were also very attractive. Although, you had heard rumours that their personalities were what drove people away, which was why they still couldn't get girlfriends.

'That can't be true though, right?' you thought to yourself as you continued to gaze at them, not even listening to the plans your friends were making right beside you.

'Surely they're not still virg-'

Your train of thought came to an abrupt stop as your eyes connected with one of the sextuplets. The bottom half of his chin was covered by a black face mask, his mouth still visible. His brown hair was slicked back, leaving his hooded eyes to bore into your own, his deadpan expression not changing in the slightest as he straightened up from his slouched posture.

When you realised you were staring, your face burst into a deep red hue, feeling thoroughly embarrassed. You quickly averted your eyes, only to have Homura cling onto your arm, pulling you into the mass of people to get the night of gambling started.

If only you understood the games; then maybe you would be having fun at winning or losing a few hundred Yen. Instead, you muttered to your friends that you wanted to sit down instead, making your way over the bar and taking a seat on one of the stools.

You rested your chin in the palm of your hand, sighing. If only you were as outgoing as your friends, or if you paid attention to them when they explained how to gamble. Maybe you would also be confident enough to sit at the table and have a few rounds of fun. Or maybe you'd be able to have a few drinks and really allow yourself to let loose. If only you weren't so shy, and timid, and anxious, and nervous, and-

"Drink."

You paused. Slowly turning in your seat, you see the same man from before sitting beside you leaning against the countertop. He continued to stare at you with the same blank expression.

"...S-Sorry?" was all you could say whilst you were still confused.

"Drink. I'll buy you one." His voice was deep and gravelly, a little tired but still authoritative.

'It suits him.' Was your immediate reaction, only for you to remove it swiftly from your mind so that you didn't accidentally blurt it out.

"I-I, uh..." you swallowed thickly before trying again. "S-Sorry, I don't drink much..."

"Water, then." He pulled out a couple of bills from his dark pinstriped trousers, placing them onto the table with his gloved hands. The bartender placed your drinks in front of you- water for you and some kind of alcoholic beverage for the sextuplet.

...Were you supposed to say something? Were you supposed to be treating them a certain way because of his status? You had no idea what to do as you stared adamantly at your drink, nibbling away at the skin of your lower lip.

'I don't even know his name!' you panicked internally, feeling your palms becoming slightly clammy. Was it warm in there? Or was that just you?

"Matsuno Ichimatsu."

"Huh?" you almost gave yourself whiplash as you snapped your neck over to look at him. His drink was gone, but he didn't even look like he had moved an inch. Realising that he had given you his name, you opened your mouth too, looking like a goldfish.

"[L-L/N] [Y/N]. Nice t-to meet you!" you squeaked, cursing yourself for stuttering.

Silence, the only noises coming from the people chattering and cheering around the Casino.

"Let's go." Ichimatsu spoke finally, standing up from his seat, staring at you expectantly.

"Where?" you replied, hesitantly getting out of your seat.

"Over there," he pointed to a corner of the Casino, with a large sign dangling overhead saying:

'VIP LOUNGE.'

"M-Me? But I don't have a VIP ticket!" you told him. "Besides, I don't know how to gamble! It'd be a waste of time to take me..." you trailed off as you watched him take a step closer towards you. You realised then that, despite him slouching, he was still taller than you.

"I want you to come with me. Watch me play against my shitty brothers."

With that, he took a hold of your hand, clasping it firmly in his own before leading you over. Even with the millions of thoughts rushing through your head, your feet still followed his figure, and your fingers curled around his tightly.

Maybe this man, Matsuno Ichimatsu, could teach you how to break out of that shell and have some fun.