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Pinefield-Matsu x Demon!Reader

(got lazy a bit in, forgive any errors I'll edit when my brain isn't mush.)

Deep in the library, a book of the dark arts lay dormant, untouched by many who passed it by.

Now, in the hands of a new holder, there was no telling why or how they found such a book as no system had it on file. Strange old, dusty book.

Far beyond the tree line, he flipped through the pages, skimming each page for what it had to offer. After what seemed like ages, his hand stopped at an interesting page. While the book and its contents were tattered and old, this one singular page looked preserved--torn through time itself.

Placing candles carefully around the circle of old bones, tossing salt and who knows what else into the small circle. Chanting in the incantation and then... ... Then...? Nothing happened. Checking the page, before looking at the circle. Once, somehow, a small fire was lit, to their surprise, it grew into a large fire pooling from the summoning circle, concealed safely inside.

Once the fire died down, a figure remained, glowing eyes staring back at them.

Osomatsu !!

Orson - Slacker !!

-After the summoning didn't work, he sighed to himself, lighting up a cigarette. Shaking off most of the fire from the match, he tossed it off to the side and it so happened to land inside the circle.

-He didn't expect it to work. Not at all. But, in a drunken state, who cared if it worked or not. Worst case scenario the forest would burn down... Right?

-WRONG. Because, once the fire died down, here you stood, your eyes staring back at him.

-Orson didn't really think it'd work to begin with, but it seemed his fate had other plans for him.

-Does freak out, but once he's more calm, he's asking all sorts of questions about you and what kind of devil you are, if you catch my drift.

-Orson isn't really the...ambitious type. Figuring out how to aid him was going to be difficult.

-So, after a long moment of silence, he offers you a beer.

-You both end up talking about you, about him, about whatever it was that seemed to pop up in your heads in the moment.

-In the end, you are stuck with him. But, maybe he isn't that bad.

Karamatsu !!

Karla - Geek

-Karla was forced into doing the ritual by some people who wanted to 'hang out' and 'become friends'. Karla was skeptical, but it'd would be so rude not to accept the offer! He just had to!

-This poor idiot. (Affectionately)

-Whether you were summoned or not, he was absolutely terrified. Though, when you didn't appear, he was almost a bit...disappointed.

-One of the tormentors shoved him forward, and nearly caught himself on fire, of course he didn't but the circle sure did!

-The others ran off leaving only Karla behind, stunned by the beauty of the growing fire--his eyes are glued to the figure standing amongst the smoke.

-Probably too scared to scream, and unsure if he should be impressed, he managed to will such a being to be in his presence or absolutely terrified of you.

-He's very cautious, and more wary than most on this list. Regardless, he's enamored by you and tries and fails to play it cool.

-At least he's cute!

-Regardless of your gender or appearance or anything like that, he thinks you're beautiful.

-He stays out in the woods with you for a while until he finally realizes he doesn't know how to send you back.

-Karla apologizes profusely.

Choromatsu ...

Charlie - Nerd

(i dont like him im sorry..)

-Charlie didn't think it was going to work in the slightest. In fact, he was doing it specifically to prove a point to one of his brothers that there was no such thing as witchcraft and that they were just being idiotic or something.

-So, when it didn't work, a smug grin splayed on his lips, though he couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment deep down as he adjusted his glasses.

-Comically, his glasses accidentally lit the center on fire. He was stuck watching and panicking as the fire erupted before fading into grey smoke leaving a silhouette in its wake.

-On one hand, he's frozen in a state of fear and on the other hand, he's pissed that the summoning ritual actually worked.

-He thinks you're cute, regardless of gender/appearance. How could he be mad at you? Clearly it wasn't your or his fault!! Had to be something else to blame..

-Oh, right. It's the book's fault. It should've at least put a warning or something--anything to prevent scary demons being summoned. Just, not you though.

-At the end of the day, you can't go home, and neither can he. Charlie can't imagine what his brothers might say if they knew he actually did it..

Ichimatsu !!

Itchy - Goth

-Itchy found that book, and decided to crack it open to scare a prep that found their way wandering into the words.

-He was convinced this book was made by some witchcraft guru and that it wouldn't actually work. So, he wasn't let down when the initial ritual failed.

-Though, to drive the scare home, he tossed a small firecracker into the circle, and watched as the flames only got brighter before they died and only you remained.

-He is absolutely stunned. Staring, it takes him a moment to react. To which, he definitely loses his shit like most of everyone on this list.

-He didn't think to get this far or that it would even work. Itchy is unsure whether to apologize, panic, or bathe in the ego boost.

-Kinda just stands there and stares, unsure what to do or say. Itchy does eventually get more talkative, he just needs a minute.

-Well, at least he did manage to scare that prep in the end.

-Like Orson, he doesn't really have any ambition. It might be difficult to aid him more than most on this list, but who doesn't like a challenge.

-Trick question, but you have zero choice!

Jyushimatsu !!

Juicy - Freak

-How he got this book into his hands was unknown. He did show it off to Itchy looking for his opinion.

-Itchy didn't really think it was real, so Juicy thought it'd be fun to try out all sorts of cool things he saw.

-After maybe the third or fifth spell or something, trying and failing until his eyes caught onto the summoning page.

-Unlike his brothers, he wasn't discouraged, and kept tossing things in, changing things around before he eventually lights some book (hopefully not the spell book) on fire, and tossed it in when you finally appeared.

-He's ecstatic you finally made your arrival, and honestly is just happy it worked.

-Once you explain what you are and your lifelong purpose, it goes one ear and out the other. The first thing he asks after is how good your baseball pitch is.

-Well, at least he knows what he wants, unlike everyone else on this list.

Todomatsu !!

Todd - Messenger

-Poor Todd, similar to Karla was peer pressured or rather forced into doing the summoning ritual.

-When nothing happened, he was relived, though one of the tormentors wasn't happy with this and decided to try and light the book on fire.

-Surprise surprise, it didn't go well. Once the smallest hint of the match go close to the circle, flames erupted from the center. Eerier noises and screams before everything fell somewhat silent aside the scampering of the gaggle of guys who had left Todd behind.

-He is absolutely stunned. Unsure if it was the fact that it work or that you seemed to take him as your summoner. It was the other boys, really it was. But, apparently to you, that's not how it worked.

-You are now here to help him. A boost to his shiny ego.

-He wants revenge, not a moment too soon. A short-sighted way to see things as you are stuck with him.

-No, he doesn't want you to murder them. That would bring too much attention. What he wants is to destory their careers. Make sure they're outcasted and ruined beyond help! They might have to move towns..

-You'll help him right? Well, you kinda have to.

(Tbh I just wanted an excuse to show off these goobers more..)

Thinking about doing a poll so I can figure out what I wanna write. Obviously, Osomatsu content. I have no reason for it.

Anyways, here is where I'm asking please give me some au or little idea for some multi (separate) matsuno brothers x reader to put on the poll and make people fight so I don't have to choose.

As long as it applies to my rules, we're good. Sfw/Nsfw allowed anyways yeah, thank you person reading this.

Anyways, i love them sm.

Ideas or smth !!

(mainly hurt/comfort lmao)

- Injured!Reader

- Kidnapped!Reader

- Crying/Sad!Reader (comfot)

- Your (abusive/dickweed) ex wants you back (ex is not matsu!brothers !!)

- Jealous Hcs

- Dating Hcs

- Cuddle Hcs

Vote, comment or send an inbox request whatever you feel like doing.

Yokai!matsu kidnapping reader..? It ticks a few things at once. Oh! Oh! They're kidnapped cos they were found injured, but even after they've healed the yokai brothers (seperately) refuse to let them go.

Cough, cough. I love this, cough.

You're getting hcs too.

Ahem

Slight notice! I did some minor research for this, but even then I'm still unsure !! If anything is wrong please do tell me !!

(Uh so, really bad weather rn. Wifi going in and out and tornadoes lurking around, so, like that's rad ig !! Forgive me.)

Tw/Cw: Injuries, slight mention of blood, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome if you squint, manipulation(?), desperation, spelling/grammar(?), probably a little or a lot ooc I'm terrible at telling !! Forgive me !!

Youkai!Matsu x Injured!Reader

( Yokai!Matsu but used Youkai for letter colors..:D )

Small reader context !!

For whatever reason you're in the mountains doing whatever your mortal self does up there. A sharp pain shoots through your leg causing you to slip. Your foot set off a bear/fox trap. A group of bandits or just overall bad people--who one would assume set the trap--find poor injured you.

You don't have much on hand. Maybe you have a weapon, maybe you don't. But, regardless of how hard you fight, there are just more of them the there are of you.

Osomatsu

Oni

-He doesn't hate humans, but he doesn't actively like them either. He's more neutral about it.

-Like, he wouldn't go out of his way to help/save them, that's way too much work for him. But, he also wouldn't go out of his way to kill someone unless they really pissed him off.

-Doesn't really understand humans, but somewhat understand and takes a small liking to bits of their culture and activities.

-Actually fairly in with the times, but doesn't really try enough to be in with the times, y'know?

-Obviously takes part in gambling with the humans regardless of the time period.

-He finds that you're injured and probably not going to make it out of the situation alive.

-While at first he's slightly indifferent about your situation, he recognizes you from the village below. He probably asked for money and you gave it to him, or maybe you work at one of the place he frequents, but for whatever reason, he may be persuaded to help.

-You're already unconscious and he can't help but feel pity for you. Pretty nasty leg injury. Maybe he should help.

-And, so, he does!

-After attending to your Injuries best he could, he decided to wait for you to come around. He'll admit, the patch up was sloppy, but it did the job, that's what matters.

-Eventually, you'd come around and find yourself face to face with the devil himself. Whether fearful or not, this would take some...adjusting.

-Compared to the known sterotype, he seems more lax and less...demonic.

-He finds you interesting. Somehow, that curiosity hadn't faded one moment since he's found you. Expect some questions personal, even perverted, or not.

-Dislikes when you get up or move around without his help. Though, more chill and just lightly scold you for straining yourself.

-Then, soon, one day you're all better. But, he doesn't want you to leave. How strange. He didn't think he'd be this...attached to someone like yourself. Not like that, bit it's weird to him.

-He had seen humans come and go--grow old and die. He's never been this comfortable with humans before he'd met you. He doesn't want you to leave. Will you ever see each other again after you part ways? Probably not, but he doesn't want to take that chance.

-So, you can't leave just yet.

Karamatsu

Shikigami

-Karamatsu loves humans/humanity the MOST out of this list. He often tries to be 'in' with the culture no matter the time period. He goes through many "phases" trying to be what the humans deem is cool in certain points of time.

-He loves to collect and tell stories that humans tell, though can sometimes stretch it a little for a more theatrical performance.

-He often tries to interact with people and walk amongst them. But, it usually never goes well.

-His brothers often tease, but he's restless in his search for a human Karamatsu boy or girl.

-When he found you in the snow plains, a red staining the snow around you, he didn't hesitate to check out the scene.

-A group of people trying to take advantage of a defenseless Karamatsu boy or girl !! Of course he felt the need to intervene and help the poor soul.

-He manages to scare off the bandits, but by the time he gets to you, you're already out. It pains him to see such a beauty in so much pain.

-Karamatsu, without so much as a second thought, takes you somewhere much safer. A nice small cabin deep in the woods. That's where he nurses injured you back to health.

-At first, you're probably shocked, but maybe around the first week mark, you'll probably get used to it. If not, don't worry! You'll have a long time to adjust!

-He's very curious about you and the humans you surround yourself with. His knowledge of the culture is a little outdated, not by much. Still, it's nothing compared to understanding the real thing.

-He doesn't like when you try to get up. You need to recover. You'll probably hurt yourself! Don't worry, he'll do it for you!

-Honestly, just wants you to be safe. By far, you're the first human that he's ever gotten this close with--both metaphorically and literally.

-He just wants to keep you safe. There are monsters lurking both human and spirit. Surely you know.

-Karamatsu had already taken a liking to you since he met you, but over the time of your recovery, he's grown too attached to let you leave.

-You'll stay, won't you?

Choromatsu

Tengu

-Also kind of neutral, more lenient towards pretty humans. It's so painfully obvious, his brothers tease him about it, though he's incredibly indenile.

-While claiming he doesn't have an obvious leniency towards pretty humans, it is obvious to literally anyone. Including the mortals down in the villages.

-Choromatsu won't go out of his way to harm anyone he considers "pretty or cute", though his idea of pretty and cute is complicated! Not always about looks, but mannerisms, actions, etc.

-He spots you before. And, he folds at first glance. It's not difficult to be encouraged to help you. You're practically a sparkly treasure to be collected and safe guarded.

-But, then he watches as you're injured self begins to get surrounded by the group that seemed to have caught you.

-Choromats had quickly intervened, chasing off the group (probably off a cliff), before returning back to you.

-Laying in the snow, you were out cold and didn't seem to respond at all, your pulse being the only thing noting you're still alive.

-Won't deny, he was absolutely panicking at first, figuring out how to clean your injures properly.

-Eventually, he does somewhat figure it out, and once you're stable he takes that time to breathe. And, well, admire your sleeping form. Not in a creepy way, but just studying you.I

-When you do come around, he's trying and failing with his words for a moment.

-Takes care of you, and while he does often nag you, he's more so worried about how your recovery is coming along.

-Tends to kinda hover, keeping a close eye on you, telling you to lay down and get rest and that he can do whatever it was you wanted to get up to do.

-Will refuse to let you get up and do anything for yourself. Why have you do it when you have him? A literal waste, really!

-Even if he sees your coming around and the healing process is moving quicker than he wants, he still refuses to let you do anything.

-Now comes the time when you're ready to leave the nest. Pun.

-He obviously begs you to stay, much without words. Choromatsu doesn't want you to go now that he's oh so attached! You can't go. You won't leave, will you?

-Please don't leave .

Ichimatsu

Kitsune

-Ichimatsu, opposed to Karamatsu, probobly hates humans/humanity the most on this list.

-Often times, he was the cause of some humans lost or missing on the mountain. Though, he wouldn't go out of his way for anything unless angered or maybe he just felt malicious that day.

-Humans find him captivating despite his dislike for them. Even so, he won't admit it, but they do fascinate him on some occasions.

-He spots the bandits first, then you after he gets rid of those loud bandits that woke him from his nap. He considers getting rid of you, too.

-But, you're asleep. And, it seemed your leg is caught pretty badly. It doesn't seem like you'll be able to move far with your leg like that. You'll probably be dead in a matter of hours. He doesn't have to do a thing.

-No, he doesn't feel bad for you. Not one bit. You're just an unlucky human caught by the foot like some poor rabbit.

-Ichimatsu does somehow end up carrying you off elsewhere--somewhere more comfortable. Don't be mistaken, he may be helping you, but no further than this.

-Once you're safe in the small cabin, he does the bare minimum with your injuries and once your stable, he leaves.

-You'll wake up alone, and it'll probably be like that for maybe a few hours before you're visited by a stranger.

-Ichimatsu takes care you you between visits, though he doesn't speak to you often. You're probably scared being so close to a monster like himself.

-But, you grow comfortable in his presence and attempt to talk to him. Something he finds real odd, but almost sweet. He still doesn't talk to you though, but he almost wants to.

-His visits grow more frequent, and he even began bringing you gifts. Like dead animals. But, it's the thought that counts!

-He ends up more attached than he would've liked to admit. And, unlike some people on the list, he's more blunt that you remain here with him.

-You'll be stuck with a monster trash like him, but at least here he can keep you warm and fed.

-You're staying put. There's no reason for you to leave anyways.

Jyushimatsu

Inugami

-Honestly, it doesn't matter to Jyushimatsu. He's fairly friendly to any and all who walk in his path. Many run, but it doesn't bother him much.

-Though, if he had to love one thing about them, he absolutely loves their sports and activities. Often goes with Karamatsu to go take part in "human activities".

-But as one can assume, they get comically outed.

-Is fairly kind opposed to some on this list. He won't go out of his way to harm humans regardless how he feels, though when it comes to helping it's a 50/50. Normally at least tries. But, if he doesn't like you, he'll probably just watch with a lead stare.

-When he found you in the snow, you were surrounded, and he had accidentally hit one of the people with a baseball. Completely by accident. But, kinda thinks maybe the accident wasn't that much of an accident.

-Ends up completely making a fool of the group when leading them away. But, he quickly returns to where you had been laying.

-Similar to Choromatsu, he panics at first and is so unsure about how to go about this situation. Obviously he doesn't want to make it worse, but he really doesn't want you to die.

-He carries you off to the small cabin to tend to your wounds. It's sloppy patch-job, but it's alright.

-Watches you while you sleep. Pokes you now and again. When you don't move for too long Jyushimatsu does tend to panic a little but settles when you finally take in that breath of air.

-When you do wake up, he's happy you're up and not dead. Sure, he may not feel too bad if you died, but only because he didn't have a close enough connection to care, but that wouldn't mean he wouldn't care.

-Jyushimatsu tries to stay the entire time your recovering. While he does hover a little, he's more considerate of your space.

-Does whatever he can to make you laugh. Whether it's acting out a skit, telling jokes or just being goofy.

-Doesn't care if it makes him look dumb. As long as he at least gets a smile out of you it doesn't matter.

-Gets way too attached way to quick. And, when you're all better, he gets a little (lying) clingy.

-Whines and may even howl like a kicked puppy. Might even do tricks if it gets you to stay.

-Don't leave yet!!

Todomatsu

Baku-Danuki

-Todomatsu doesn't hate them, but he doesn't care for them either, similar to Osomatsu. However, he's more in with their culture, more so than Karamatsu. Only because he thinks it's cute.

-Prefers some time period clothing to others and can tend to stand out, but language is definitely up to date.

-He views humans/humanity as beneath him, or simply to play into his enjoyment. He has no issues getting rid of anyone that doesn't gives him what he wants out of an interaction. Absolutely stone cold.

-He spots a few humans gathering around, and grows curious as to what grabbed their attention.

-Their wares seem to interest him. Then, there's you. After disposing of the others, he's left with unconscious you. What to do with you.

-Well, you could be useful. You'll pretty much be indebted to him for saving you. Or, at least you should be.

-So, he drags you away from the scene, tenderly caring to your wounds, putting on a sweet and kind persona.

-When you awaken, he greets you gently, coming forward as the one who saved your life after he found you on the brink of death in the snow.

-Skeptical or not, you come around and thank him however you would. Already gaining praise from you. Admittedly, the praise feels...nicer than it should. He brushes it off, what else can he get from you.

-He slyly asks you questions, gaining more information of your personal life over a week, maybe two.

-You get up to do something, and being the ever so kind savior, he takes you back to bed, doing the task for you instead. Not that he wants to. He's playing the long game with your little life.

-But, you thank him, telling him just how kind he is. Todomatsu can't help but grow addicted to that feeling. Being appreciated and validated.

-Slowly, but surely, he begins to grow a bit (a lot) attached. He didn't think it was possible. But, soon he doesn't see you as just a human, but as you.

-Once you get better, he does contemplate poisoning you to get you to stay. Not much to kill you, but enough so he could still take care of you.

-Todomatsu doesn't do it. But, he has heavily considered it.

-He will try his damndest to get you to remain in this little cabin with him.

-You can't go yet! You need him!

So funny that Osomatsu and Karamatsu are my favorites in general, but Todomatsu is my favorite to write for, and Jyushimatsu is my favorite to draw. What.

I still dislike Choromatsu. There is no reason for it.

Anyway if you're here, try Arizona RX Energy Herbal Tonic Tea. It's so damn good. That's all lmao !!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:

「 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⇀ 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒐」

「𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 ⇀ 𝑶.𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒐」 [OLD]

「𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ⇀ 𝑲.𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒐」

「𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐲 ⇀ 𝑪. 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒐」

「𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐬 ⇀ 𝑰. 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒐」

𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

✧ Osomatsu - Cool down

✧ Osomatsu - Cherry Boy

✧ Osomatsu - Consequences

✧ Osomatsu - Courage

✧ Osomatsu - Deal

Osomatsu - Monster?

Osomatsu - A Promise I'll Break

Osomatsu - Something Eternal

Osomatsu - 'Hymn for the Missing'

✧ Karamatsu - Ravenous

✧ Karamatsu - Warm

Karamatsu - Prepared?

Karamatsu - Cold!

Karamatsu - Lycoris Radiata

Karamatsu - Dark Forests

Karamatsu - Learn

Karamatsu - My Love For You

Karamatsu - Special Treatment

✧ Choromatsu - By The Pool Side

✧ Choromatsu - Sweet Stimulation

✧ Choromatsu - Surprises

✧ Choromatsu - Slightly Sadistic

✧ Choromatsu - 'Tell Me'

Choromatsu - A Gracious Green

Choromatsu - Attention Seeker

Ichimatsu - Gamble

Ichimatsu - Distant Future

Ichimatsu - A Winter Carnival

Ichimatsu - Patch You Up With Kisses

Ichimatsu - Reaching You, Finally

✧ Jyushimatsu - Our Little Secret

Jyushimatsu - "It's Okay."

Todomatsu - Nice And Simple

Todomatsu - Kill her? Why Would I?

Todomatsu - Malicious Deity

✧ Matsuno - School Grounds

✧ Matsuno - 'Ragdoll'

✧ Matsuno - Take Care Of You

「𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐲 ⇀ 𝑪. 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒐」

── ❝𝗜𝗧 𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗧' 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗠𝗘           𝗧𝗢 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘 𝗜𝗧 𝗢𝗨𝗧           𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗠𝗘           𝗧𝗢 𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛❞

     〡𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒐 𝑿 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓〡

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𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦

𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝟎𝟎𝟏

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𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦

𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙮 - 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙯 ı𝗹ıı𝗹ıı𝗹ıı𝗹ıı𝗹ıı𝗹ı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ 𝟬:𝟬𝟭 ─●──────── 𝟯:𝟮𝟵 ◁          𝗜𝗜          ▷

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𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘 -𝘈𝘒𝘈- 𝗖𝗘𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗨𝗡𝗚 ❝𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒚,

𝙾𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘 -𝘈𝘒𝘈- 𝗛𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗖𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝑻𝒓𝒚𝒏𝒂' 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.

𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘 -𝘈𝘒𝘈- 𝗟𝗔𝗔𝗠𝗖𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒎𝒆,

𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘 -𝘈𝘒𝘈- 𝗭𝗜𝗖𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝑻𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒐.

𝙹𝚢𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘 -𝘈𝘒𝘈- 𝗪𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗖𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒃 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒈,

𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘 -𝘈𝘒𝘈- 𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓.

[𝐘/𝐍] [𝐋/𝐍]

𝑰𝒕 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉.❞

❛𝑨 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈_𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔❜ 月

𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝟎𝟎𝟏

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A thick stack of files and papers fell heavily onto the table top, the furniture squeaking dangerously under the sudden weight.

The chair behind it scraped as it was pulled away from the table. The seat was then taken, the figure covered in shadows. Crossing one leg over the other, the tip of his brown leather shoe was the only item that could be seen in the dim lighting of the interrogation room.

"I've brought all these papers, but I doubt that you will need to look through them, zansu."

A woman hummed softly in agreement from the opposite end of the room. Her hands gripped tightly at her exposed upper arms; whether it was from nerves or the coldness of the room, the detective couldn't tell.

He placed a tape recorder onto the table, clicking a few of its switches before he cleared his throat. He glanced at his phone as he read out the date, sitting up straighter in his seat.

"This is Detective Iyami, and in front of me now, I have [Y/N] [L/N]. Now, you've already sworn the oath, correct?"

She nodded, a hushed 'yes' falling from her lips as her eyes focused on the few scattered pictures on the table in front of her. They were in black and white, but she remembered all the vivid colours the day those were taken.

"Then let's just jump into it. I need you to recount to me every single detail — from the minute you woke up to the minute you were brought here, to this room. Everything is crucial in this investigation. Especially if you wanna save their lives, okay, zansu?"

[Y/N] nodded again. The memories of what had happened over the past few months were swirling in her mind, images of their faces popping up in quick succession. One in particular seemed to linger before her eyes. Her heart stung for that brief moment.

"Well," taking a deep breath, she settled herself into her seat a little more comfortably, her heeled foot dangling over her knee. "The day this all started, I remember waking up in a dark room..."

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𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 — 𝟎𝟎𝟏 '𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆'

𝟬:𝟬𝟭 ─●──────── ?:?? ◁ 𝗜𝗜 ▷

[ 1. ]

Dark. Everything was so dark.

Your eyes felt heavy as you tried to pry them open. You blinked the bleariness away, but it did nothing to remove the pitch black surrounding you.

Shifting around, you tried to bring your arms up to your face, only to discover that you couldn't move them. Furrowing your brows, your tugged your arms upwards, and it was then that you felt a harsh burn around your wrists. You twisted them, the rough material binding you rubbing away at your skin.

Was that... rope?

Slowly, your senses came back to you, all fatigue now gone from your system as panic began to take over.

You shuffled your legs next, only to find them bound to the legs of whatever chair you were sat on, ankles crossed over each other and a pressure on your thighs telling you that there was no way you could move.

As your breathing began to pick up pace, you tried to remember how you got into this situation in the first place, but there was nothing that could have lead to such a situation. You drew up blank after blank.

Struggling against the rope bindings once more, you felt the sensation of some material against your neck and shoulders. A bag had been placed over your head, obscuring your view.

Without the use of your hands, there wasn't any way you'd be able to get that thing off of your head. You wiggled your fingers experimentally, wincing at their stiffness. They went numb for a moment, but as the blood circulated back into them, you stretched them upwards towards the knitted rope just above your palms. Unfortunately, the rope was too high up you for to reach.

You desperately willed your fingers to reach higher, feeling the rope brush just above your fingertips, the strain on them causing your hand to cramp up. Your throat tightened, tears of frustration and fear filling the corners of you eyes.

What was happening? Why were you here? Were you going to die here? You didn't want to die. Not yet, not here, not like this.

But as your life flashed before your eyes, you had a sudden thought.

'Maybe it won't be so bad.. to die now.'

It's not like you had anyone waiting for you. It's not like you were going to do anything worthwhile with your life. So what was the point? Maybe you should just accept this. You were going to die here. So what? Who would care?

A loud bang of a door hitting a wall made you jolt violently. You whipped your head around in a dumb attempt to see what had made that sound, then froze at the sound of heavy footsteps heading towards you.

You held your breath when the steps stopped, right in front of you.

"She's awake, boss."

A man's voice. Deep and raspy. You didn't know who he was.

"Let's take a look at her then."

Another man. Slightly higher pitched, and a lot less intense. He sounded very calm. You didn't know who he was, either.

You flinched at the feeling of a hand near your neck. It pulled the bag off of you in one swift movement. Your hair fell over your face in a mess, and you took deep breaths of fresh air. You flinched again as a hand cupped your chin, slowly raising your face and brushing the hair away from your eyes.

The man had blonde hair and steely grey eyes. He was smiling at you. The way it looked on his face whilst he gazed at your face and body, the single light in the room shining down on him from above, made you sick. There was something about him that made your blood run cold, and he hadn't even done anything to you yet.

"Good job," he chuckled to the other man, who had moved to the corner of the room by the door. He was very tall, with a strong chest and arms bulging with muscle. His eyes were narrow and stern, boring into you. It made you shiver unpleasantly.

"You cold?" The blonde asked, not waiting for an answer as he stood up. "Sorry, sweetheart, but you're gonna have to stay in here for a little longer. If you cooperate well with us, though, I might just let you up into my office instead."

His grin was sleazy and dangerous. You hated it. Your lips began to tremble the more you looked at him. You couldn't speak, your throat was too dry.

The two of you stared at one another for a silent minute, waiting. But you did nothing, and neither did he.

Finally, he sighed, rolling his eyes as he looked away from you.

"Suit yourself." He made his way over to the door, stopping to speak to the tall man. "Just make sure she doesn't try to escape. Those idiots will be here soon."

He glanced back at you one more time, chuckling to himself.

"Who knows, maybe you could make a new friend, Jack. What's your name, again?"

They were both looking at you expectantly. They wanted you to speak? How could you do that? You found yourself petrified, unable to move. Your entire body was shaking.

"Hey."

A large hand grasped at your hair, tugging you upwards harshly. You screamed at the unexpected pain, whimpering as the tall man, Jack, held your face close to his.

"He asked you a question. Fucking answer it."

The blonde leaned against the door frame, almost bored. As if he had seen this a million times before. He showed you no remorse. For a moment you thought, if he were to watch you die, right here and right now, he probably wouldn't even bat an eyelid.

It was then that you realised.

You stuttered out your name, your voice watery as tears pricked your eyes. Jack released his hold on you, your head falling back down heavily. You let it hang low, your hair covering your face once again. He retreated away from you, standing outside the door with the blonde.

"My offer still stands. You either rot away in here, where you're probably going to get killed anyway, or you could come up with me." It was his turn now to take hold of your hair, albeit a lot gentler than before. He looked you in the eyes, stroking your cheek with his right hand.

"All you have to do is be obedient. Then your life will be easy. I'll give you all the money in the world in exchange for your body whenever I call. Sounds good, right?"

"..."

"Speak up, doll. Can't hear you."

"...N-No.."

You head was snapped to the right as a heavy blow connected with your cheek. You cried out in shock, eyes wide as the weight of the punch settled into your skin. The entire left side of your face throbbed uncomfortably, your teeth feeling weird and numb.

"Stupid bitch," he massaged his knuckles with his fingers. "You wanna die here, huh? Then go ahead. Be my guest," he spat, turning on his heel and leaving the room. Jack shut the door behind the man, turning to you. Shadows fell over his eyes as he closed in on you, cracking his knuckles loudly as he reeled his arm back.

You didn't move. Your whole body felt paralysed. The pain had swelled to your head now, your brain throbbing dully behind your eyes. The tears had fallen, but you didn't remember when. They streamed down your cheeks and onto the cold ground, pattering softly.

How had this happened? Why you?

You took it back. You took it all back.

'I don't want to die.'

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"This is his top secret hideout?" Osomatsu raised a brow, staring up at the abandoned office tower.

"It's surprisingly gone under the radar for a while now," Todomatsu replied, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he followed his brother's gaze. "He's still stupid to think that we wouldn't find it, though."

"That's because he wants us to find it." Choromatsu stood to Osomatsu's left, busy loading his bullets into his pistol, pulling the metal with ease. "Reznov knows what he's doing. So we need to be careful."

"Ichimatsu," Osomatsu pressed two fingers against his small earpiece, glancing to his side as he addressed his younger brother. "Have you got any visuals on him yet?"

"His office is right in my sights, but the bastard has yet to show up."

"Then he's probably with the hostage. Damn it, how did we let him slip away with that?" the eldest hissed through his teeth.

"Something's off about the place," Ichimatsu added. "I'll keep an eye out."

Choromatsu sighed heavily, tugging at the collar of his uniform. The suit was always so stuffy, and always got in his way. He hoped it wouldn't slow him down any further.

The distant sound of metal clanging to the ground caught the brother's attention. Not soon after, Karamatsu spoke through the earpiece.

"We've located the entrance. Heading in now."

"How many goons are there?"

"A lot more than we had initially thought, but it's nothing we can't handle."

"Osomatsu-niisan!" Jyushimatsu called suddenly. He hummed, a knowing grin forming on his lips.

"Do I get to kill 'em?"

Osomatsu laughed loudly, his two brothers grinning at the question.

"Go for it."

A series of muffled yells and thwacks filtered through the earpiece before it fell silent, leaving the duo to get to work. Choromatsu loosened the tie around his neck slightly before taking the first step forward, his pistol clutched tightly in his hands.

"Let's get this over with," his eyes narrowed up towards the building, the gloom and dread of something awful washing over him, but not once did it deter him from his path.

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A rough cough shook your body, blood dripping from your lip down to your ruined clothing. You heaved heavily as you hunched over in your seat, pain flooding your entire body with each pulse of your heart.

How long had it been? How many hits did you take? When will it end?

Someone's hand clasped itself around your neck, pushing your face upwards while you choked for air. Air left your lungs in meagre wheezes, shaky and uneven. You peered through your heavy eyes up at Jack, who only smirked at your obvious agony.

"This should be enough, don't you think?" he sneered, pushing your neck up higher. You gagged, flailing helplessly in his hold, your arms and legs writhing underneath the binds that had rubbed your skin raw. He held you there for a moment, the smirk stretching wider as he watched you struggle before suddenly releasing you, your head falling harshly as he left you to cough and hack for air.

Your ears were ringing, your mind distorted as you could no longer understand what was happening to you. Why was he hurting you? What did you do wrong? Your busted lips quivered as you pried them open, the dry skin sticking together slowly being pulled apart. You rasped weakly, the tight burn of your throat allowing fresh hot tears to run down your swollen cheek.

The man didn't listen to you. He couldn't hear your begs any longer.

A faint buzzing reverberated around the room. Jack paused, reaching for the back pocket of his jeans to pull out his phone, holding the sleek model up to his ear, not once moving his eyes off of you.

"What?" he grunted, not appreciating that his time was being wasted. However, he would quickly learn that it wasn't being wasted. Shouting could be heard through the speakers, frantic and desperate. Jack's brows furrowed, leaning into the phone.

"What the fuck are you talking about? What's—"

The line fell silent.

He stared at the phone's black screen. For the first time, Jack felt uneasy. Gritting his teeth, he was about to put his phone away before it began ringing again, a familiar name rolling across the top in large letters.

"Boss? What's going on?" He snapped his head towards the door, hearing a sudden series of pops going off just outside the room.

"I told you they were comin' didn't I?" the voice on the other end chuckled, sounding very at ease. "Everything is going according to plan, so relax."

"But, boss! Our men are dying out there—!"

"When has that ever been a problem to me before?"

A heavy tension fell onto the man's face as he became quiet. With a sigh, the voice spoke again.

"Listen. They finished rigging up the building. Just hurry up and get your ass outta there before it's blasted sky high. I won't be waiting any longer. Understand?"

"..Yes, boss."

"Good."

"What about the hostage?"

"What about her?" The voice cackled. "That bitch can die with them. What use is she to us?"

"But what if—"

"Do you seriously think she's gonna make it out alive?" Jack stilled at the cold tone, menacing and threatening. "This place is going to blow up. I know you're an idiot, Jack, but think for a fucking second. And what's she gonna do, anyway? Report us to the police? The fuck's that gonna do?"

He pursed his lips, raging embarrassment swirling inside of him.

"Fuck's sake.." the voice sighed faintly, the line going dead once more. Jack growled under his breath, flickering his eyes towards the door as the cracks of gunfire became significantly louder before turning back to you. You flinched under his stare, eyes squeezing shut as you braced yourself for another hit with a whimper.

Yet, the hit never came. A breeze swept by your left as he walked past you, focusing instead on the large rucksack that was placed against the wall behind you. He picked it up and hastily secured it around his shoulders, clicking a small clip along his chest to keep it in place. Patting the pistol in his belt just to make sure it was there, he set his eyes on the covered window in the corner of the room.

All you could hear was his heavy footsteps against the solid ground behind you and more gunfire, mixed with the occasional scream and shallow thud of something hitting the floor. Your body began to tremor violently with every bullet sent off. They were getting louder and louder, closer and closer. Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. The taste of iron was still on your tongue. You briefly wondered how much more you would have to taste before this was all over.

The door was suddenly smashed open, scattering along the floor and bouncing off of the walls in shattered pieces, a few bits scraping the skin of your cheek. You screamed at the deafening sound, shoulders tensing up to your jaw.

A fistful of your hair was yanked backwards, a cold metal pushing against your temple. You choked out a sob, blinking through the tears as you were forced to look at the intruder.

"Take another step, and I'm blasting her fucking brains in!" Jack bellowed into your ear, your headache increasing tenfold. His breaths were heavy and hot against the side of your bloodied cheek, making you squirm uncomfortably.

The dust settled, and behind it stood five figures. They had very similar faces — you thought they were identical but with your thoroughly rattled brain, you weren't too sure. Each of them had guns seemingly aimed towards you, their dark eyes glaring holes into the man keeping you hostage.

"Where's Reznov?" The man in the middle spoke first, flexing his fingers tightly against his weapon.

"As if I'd tell you shit," Jack sneered.

"Then we'll find someone who will."

It all happened in the blink of an eye. There was a deafening crack, a high pitched scream cancelling out every other noise around you. You didn't know who screamed.

Then there was the blood, splattering across your face and hair, warm and sticky, and most definitely not yours.

Your mouth was open, but you didn't know what you were saying, or if you were even talking at all. Everything you could see was doubled, the same item phasing over the other again and again, fuzzy and disorientating.

"Nice shot, Ichimatsu," Karamatsu hummed, only to receive multiple curses.

"Holy shit, what did they do to her?" Todomatsu mumbled to himself as he began cutting at the ropes binding you down. He sounded like he was underwater, far away and echoed. You wanted to reach out and find that voice. But you couldn't move despite your bonds being removed. Your eyes felt so heavy, a dark veil slowly inching its way over your vision.

As soon as they were loosened, your body slumped forward, close to hitting the ground if not for the pair of strong arms catching you. Choromatsu grunted at the sudden weight, although he proceeded to easily scoop your battered form into his chest, hooking an arm under your knees and providing support for your lolling head.

"We'll have Ichimatsu treat her once we get back," Karamatsu winced slightly at the welts covering your arms.

"That bastard got away again..!" Osomatsu groaned, running a hand through his dishevelled hair, the strands falling out of their gelled style. "Now we have to look for him all over again!"

"Don't worry, it'll probably be easy, knowing that guy. We just have to do it fast," Todomatsu assured, already tapping away at his phone.

"Let's just get out of here first," Choromatsu gestured to your weak self with a nod of his head, turning to head out when Jyushimatsu stopped them.

"I can smell something weird.." they looked a him with raised brows. That was never usually a good sign. His eyes were cat-like, wide and blank as he sniffed at the air again.

"What... What is it?" Karamatsu asked cautiously. A few seconds of silence more before Jyushimatu's mouth widened into a large, strained smile, sweat now running down his skin.

"Bombs!"

"Fucking shit! Seriously?!" Osomatsu yelled as they all began sprinting down the corridors, jumping over the dead carcasses they had left in their rampage.

"Now it makes sense why he chose the highest floor to put her in — he's gonna blast us to bits!"

"How long do we have?" Choromatsu looked to his younger brother, hope faltering as he saw Jyushimatsu's smile widen, pinching his cheeks.

"Not long! Maybe.. just under two minutes!"

"We're not gonna make it down all these stairs!" Todomatsu screamed frantically.

"Yes, we will!" Osomatsu pressed his earpiece. "Ichimatsu! Get the car ready — we need to leave now!"

".. M'kay."

The brothers reached the fire exit stairwell, jumping down large chunks of steps with practised ease, pushing each other to go faster. Choromatsu held you tightly against him as he went, making sure his grip on you wouldn't allow you to slip and fall.

Bursting through the front entrance of the building, they began speeding across the empty lot as fast as they're numbing legs would carry them, cursing as Jyushimatsu got down to the sixty-second mark.

A black car had just rolled up to the gates, doors opening automatically as Ichimatsu leaned out the driver's window, watching as his brothers clambered into the car. Choromatsu got in last, laying your body across his and Karamatsu's lap as he slammed the door shut.

"Go, go! Quick!" Osomatsu wheezed, attempting to catch his breath. Ichimatsu immediately slammed his foot on the gas, the car wheels squealing before it ran down the empty streets, curving round the corners at dangerous angles.

Ichimatsu didn't slow down, barely flinching as the building exploded, shaking the ground as clouds of fire and debris filled the skies. The others peered through the back window, no longer able to see the tall building as it had crumbled to the earth.

"Holy fuck.." Osomatsu breathed, finally relaxing in his seat as best he could with his minor injuries and Ichimatsu's reckless driving. His brothers did the same, wiping the sweat from their brows. Karamatsu carefully readjusted your legs that were placed across his lap, grimacing once more at the sight of the large patches of purple and crimson blood across your skin.

Choromatsu brought out his handkerchief from his breast pocket, gingerly dabbing it over the cuts on your face, frowning deeply as the cuts wouldn't stop running. Catching sight of your right wrist, he saw how it was raw and inflamed, your hand twisted in an unnatural way, as well as your shoulder that seemed to sag in its place.

He wrapped his handkerchief around your wrist, hoping it would provide some kind of support. You looked so frail, your features barely visible under the drying iron caking your face. An anger swelled inside of him that he never felt before, and he was left to clench his fists tightly whilst the car sped onward, unable to do anything.

[ 2. ]

Ichimatsu shut the door behind him with a sigh, removing his gloves and tossing them into a trash can nearby. He rubbed at the back of his neck, half-lidded eyes glancing back to the door briefly before turning away.

"How'd it go?" Osomatsu had seated himself in his chair, watching his younger brother lean on the wall across from him. Karamatsu was sat to his right, and Choromatsu to his left, both equally curious as to how the treatment had gone.

"..She's all patched up."

"...That's it?" Choromatsu deadpanned. "That's all you're gonna tell us?"

"How is her condition?" Karamatsu rephrased. "What are her injuries?"

Ichimatsu shoved his hands into his pockets, gaze stuck to the ground. A familiar ginger cat slinked into the room, twisting itself around his legs before settling down beside him. The comfort of a close friend made Ichimatsu feel slightly more at ease.

"Her right wrist is sprained, and her left shoulder was dislocated," the brothers winced, "Luckily, she didn't get any broken ribs, but she was probably close to it. She's got bruises and swelling, mostly around her neck and upper body, and skin burns from the rope. Her lip's busted, too, so it's got some stitching. And..."

He cut himself off with another sigh, shuffling his feet around. Osomatsu raised a brow, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

"And' what? What else is there?"

The silence was tense, and much too long for the men to sit through. Choromatsu's leg began to bounce slightly as he waited for an answer, his patience wearing thinner by the second.

Ichimatsu fiddled with his earring, flicking the golden hoop a few times before running his hand through his curvy locks.

"She's.. also got loads of scars. They ain't fresh, either."

"Scars..? From what?" Karamatsu pushed. Ichimatsu only shrugged.

"Dunno. But there's a shit tonne on her back. Big ones."

The brothers looked at each other wearily, unsure of how to react. It was already bad enough that you had been taken hostage and beaten to near death, but now this?

Osomatsu stood up suddenly, eyes closed in thought.

"Well, it's not like any of us don't have scars. So it's not a big deal."

"Osomatsu.." Karamatsu sighed. Sometimes, his brothers didn't realise how insensitive they could be.

"Whenever she wakes up, let one of us know, it doesn't matter who," he continued, nodding to Ichimatsu. "We'll get the questions out of the way so that she can rest."

Grunting in affirmation, Ichimatsu headed towards his small tray of medical supplies, moving them towards a sink in order to clean off the blood. Your blood. Osomatsu left, and Karamatsu followed not soon after, wanting to take a breather out on the balcony.

"..You're still here."

The statement caught Choromatsu off guard for a second, but he quickly regained his composure. He raised a brow to his younger brother, leaning back into his chair and whipping out his phone to go through absentmindedly.

"Yeah." He replied shortly, leaving no room for argument as he focused back onto his phone, scrolling through random social media and notifications. Ichimatsu glared at him before going back to his task.

Choromatsu glanced at the door. You were behind it, laying on a bed, sleeping soundly through the pain. For now.

The same feeling as before came bubbling up to his throat, filling his senses with a sort of worrying feeling. He grit his teeth tightly. If he was being honest, he didn't like this feeling. Not one bit. Ever since he laid eyes on your broken form, the feeling wouldn't go away.

This was bad. Very bad.

And yet, he stayed in his seat. Waiting for you to wake up so that he could see you first.

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[ —

You were remembering a time where the sun was bright, and the grass beneath your fingers was a vivid green. There were mumbled words echoing around you, and you looked towards the hazy sky, a plain azure stretching as far as the eye could see.

There was a ball in your small hands. Its canary yellowed stripes across the white background gleamed brighter the longer you stared in confusion, unsure of what you were supposed to do with it.

Your name was called, distorted and far away, carrying itself in the wind until it reached your ears. It was telling you to throw the ball towards them. Somewhere ahead of you. The sunlight reflected into your eyes, removing your ability to see who was there.

But you threw it anyway, putting all your strength into your arms, eyes screwed shut in determination. There was the sound of the hollow, plastic ball bouncing along the ground until it came to a stop. There was laughter, drifting further away from you. Your lower lip curled into a pout — why couldn't you see where it was coming from?

' You did so well! '

Where had you heard that voice before?

' Come here, throw it again, sweetheart! '

Okay, you thought to respond. You felt the buzz of words on the tip of your tongue, however your mouth failed to move. Regardless, your stubby legs stumbled forward, arms reaching out to grasp at whatever had hidden itself behind the veil of light, fingers curling and unfurling around nothing but air. The sky was fading into a pure white, obscuring your view, yet you pressed onwards.

You were becoming desperate now, calling out for whoever was there. Their name was on your lip, resting right on the edge, you knew it, but it didn't fall. Your throat was tightening as tears of frustration welled in the corners of your eyes. The luminosity was becoming blinding, and the grass no longer tickled at your skin. Your eyes fell closed as you felt the warmth of the sun dissipate, the air becoming colder and more frigid.

Where was the voice? Where was it? Where?

Silence greeted you as an old friend. You found yourself unable to move, arms stuck to your sides and legs tucked under you as they became numb. You had opened your eyes and you still found darkness. Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach, thundering against your body as you held your breath.

You were sure you had called out for that voice. There was no response. There was never a response.

A deafening clang of metal sounded from behind you, and your heart had now leapt to your throat, mixed with a sickening concoction of bile that threatened to spill if it was pushed just enough.

Deep footsteps, weighted and unwavering. They rounded your left, stopping in front of you, too close for you to be comfortable with. The muddied boots that were now in your vision suddenly and unexplainably terrified you. What could be so frightening about a pair of boots?

And then, when an unforgiving hand grasped at your strands and lifted your face upward ever so slowly, you realised. For it wasn't the boots that terrified you, but the one who was wearing them.

You were sure that the bloodied smirk on the face in the shadows was the last thing you would see before death became permanently splintered across your cheek.

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Your cheek throbbed painfully as you snapped your eyes open, pupils contracting dangerously thin as they darted around the unfamiliar room.

A cold sweat had made itself known as you shuddered, coating your skin in goose-bumps whilst your tried to find your bearings.

That same light bore down on your eyes painfully, the burn making you flinch to keep your eyes closed, but you knew you had to keep them open. You had to know where you were. You had to know what was going on.

Willing the fog of confusion to remove itself from your mind was no easy feat, and the heavy breaths that left your chest heaving made you all the more lightheaded. Your vision began to blur, your teeth gritting in shame. You hated crying. You didn't want to cry anymore. Tears, however, have minds of their own, and they made that clear as they traversed down your temple and clung to your hair, some even making it down to your lip, the twinge of salt making you grimace.

It hurt to breath. Every inch of your body felt as if it were on fire, prickling and feverish, in desperate need of relief. Your parched throat begged for a sip of water, but your arms were still restricted from movement. Your left arm in particular felt rigid, with only your fingers being just about moveable.

Sudden flashes of memory that supposedly lead you to your current position appeared before your eyes. The gruesome feeling of bones cracking and blood bursting from your torn skin made you squirm. You didn't want to go through that again. You would do anything to not go through that again.

The room around you was morphed and irregular, the double vision that swirled your eyes together faintly fading in and out. You could barely make out the shape of the rectangular door in the far right corner of the room, it's golden handle glinting ahead of you.

It was then that you heard the numerous garbled voices sounding from the other side of the door. With each pump of your heart, they got closer and closer, your panic increasing at the thought of whoever it was entering the room.

It was too late, though. The handle had already begun to turn, the small crack between the doorframe growing larger, enabling the voices to now be heard clearer in your ears.

There were three men, none of them looking your way as they seemed too preoccupied in the conversation they were having. A small whimper escaped your throat at the sight of unfamiliar people coming close to you, and you struggled harder to move away from them, knowing all too well that you wouldn't be moving anywhere.

You came to an immediate halt as their heads turned to you synchronously, watching you with slight surprise in their eyes.

They hadn't expected you to be awake so soon. Taking your dishevelled appearance — from the tangled mess of hair on your scalp to your torn clothing and bandaged limbs — one man stepped forward and away from his small group. He slowed his movements upon seeing your chest rapidly rising and falling, your swollen lower lip wobbling with worry.

Your mind vaguely registered the gentle smile he gave you, raising his hands in surrender. Your eyes trailed down the beginnings of a blue scale-like tattoo on his upper arms, disappearing under the black shirt he wore before reappearing on his exposed chest.

"We aren't here to hurt you, my dear."

His tone was low, gently reverberating through your nerves. The soothing baritone in his voice calmed you for a short second, and you watched as he crept closer to your bedside, not stopping until he hovered over you. His dark eyed swept over your injuries, thick brows furrowing as he looked back into your eyes.

"Do you remember your name, flower?" Lowering his voice to a murmur, he waited patiently for an answer. You cast your sight towards the other two men in the room, who were stood silently by the door, watching you. One of them appeared to be scowling at the man beside you, whilst the other crossed his arms over his chest, fingers tapping impatiently against his bicep. He caught your eye before turning away, the frown on his lips tightening further.

Speaking was a difficult task in itself. Your throat was parched, leaving your tongue dry and voice croaky. You stammered your name out as clearly as you could with a small nod of your head, shuddering pained gasps as your lips ached with each formation of words.

The man's smile returned, relief evident on his face as he moved away from you. He wasn't speaking to you now, but to the men at the door.

"I feel it would be best to sit her up," he gestured to the bed you lay in.

"...Don't put too much pressure onto her." The man with his curling locks tied back into a messy ponytail and tired eyes mumbled brief instructions, not making a move to leave his spot. The man beside him sighed with a tut, grumbling as he made his way to the left side of your bed.

You eyed him warily, looking back to the tattooed-man for reassurance.

"You're safe here, darling. No harm will come to you here," he spoke to you whilst manoeuvring his larger hands under your back from the left. "We only wish to help you."

The sincerity in his words rolled over like honey, oozing sweet kindness and glowing golden. Tears sprung to your eyes once more — you could trust this man.

Once they had you sat up (with only a small amount of struggle to not hurt your further), a glass of water was held close to your lips, the tattooed-man urging you to take a sip. You wrapped your lips around the rim of the glass hesitantly, but as soon as the first drop of cool water fell down your throat, you began gulping down the drink in one go, desperate for that cooling relief on your throat and mind.

The man settled the glass down on the bedside table before taking a seat in an empty chair behind him, crossing one leg over the other as he took a deep breath.

"[L/N] [Y/N]," he began. You looked over to him in worry, his serious tone making you expect the worst. "If it's alright with you, we would like to ask you a few questions."

...Questions? You tilted your head slightly, shuffling your back against the large fluffy pillows resting behind you.

"About what..?" Your voice was doing a lot better than before, still holding a slight rasp in your words. You cleared your throat as discreetly as you could, unable to cover your mouth as your arms felt so heavy.

"About the events you have just been through. You do remember what happened to you, yes?"

The very mention of recalling such memories made you visibly shudder. Nodding hesitantly, you concluded that you couldn't exactly get out of this. You were stuck there until they decided to let you go, and until then, you would just have to go along with what they asked.

'Who knows what will happen if I don't listen..' you thought, an undertone if bitterness lacing into your mind.

"Before we begin, I believe introductions are in order." He placed a hand over his chest, bowing his head politely. "My name is Laamcung. Pleasure to meet you, my sweet." The continuous use of pet names baffled you, unsure as to why he kept using them on you, but you brushed it aside for the sake of not pissing him off.

There was a moment silence before Laamcung sighed. He pointedly looked towards the other two men by the door, who rolled their eyes at him.

"Ceoicung." The man wearing a black V-neck t-shirt quickly spat his name out, not even bothering to look at you. The one beside him, with the curly hair and golden hoop in his ear, seemed to shrink into himself as all eyes turned to him. He appeared to want to be anywhere but in that room.

"...Zicung.." you were barley to catch his name with how low he had mumbled it. Laamcung sighed, smiling apologetically to you.

"My apologies, dearest. My brothers aren't exactly the best at formal introductions, but I assure you, they are nicer than they appear to be."

You didn't entirely believe him, but it was better to nod along and not question anything at all. You briefly acknowledged the fact that they were brothers, realising that it only made sense, seeing as they had very similar faces. Triplets weren't too uncommon.

Laamcung readjusted his legs, switching from his right leg resting over his left to his left over his right, pressing his hands over the curve of his knee.

"I understand that you may not feel comfortable recalling such events," Laamcung began, "But I must ask you to tell us what happened. From before you were kidnapped to when you know it ended, and anything that you think could have lead to you being a target. All of this information is vital, angel, so I must implore that you tell us everything that comes to mind."

The pressure placed back onto you mentally was heavy. He was right, it was going to be extremely uncomfortable for you to talk. You didn't know if you could do it.

"..Hey. We don't have all day."

Zicung's rough growl of annoyance made you shrivel up, forcing yourself to swallow your nerves so as not to tick him off.

"Zicung." Laamcung sent him a stern glare, silencing his brother with a word of warning. You saw Ceoicung dig an elbow into the man's rib, keeping him quiet. "Take your time, [L/N]. Ignore him, there's no rush."

Nevertheless, you wanted to get this over and done with. Forcing yourself to take a deep breath, you kept your eyes glued to your left arm, apparently finding the sling and bandage around the limb to be very interesting as you spoke.

"I don't know how I got there... Nothing out of the ordinary has happened before I was t-taken, so I don't know what could have led to this happening.." you furrowed your brows. It was the truth, and the more you thought back on the day before your kidnapping, the more you became confused. Why were you a target? Was it because you were an easy catch? Was it because you were a nobody, so it wouldn't cause a big fuss? Why, out of the thousands of people in Cekcung, were you taken away from your normal life and thrown into this hell?

"All I know is that I went to bed like I always do, and the next time I woke up, I wasn't at home anymore."

The three brothers glanced at one another. It all sounded like a simple coincidence, then, that you had been a victim to their enemy, Reznov. But if they knew the sly man, then they knew that it was anything but a coincidence. He always had a motive, whether it was complex or downright stupid, it didn't matter to him — a motive was a motive.

"Has anything happened to you throughout this week, then? Or even before that?"

"..I'm sorry, I don't really understand what you mean."

"Have you done anything to piss anyone off." Ceoicung was now the one to cut in bluntly. You chanced a glance up to him, and upon finding his narrowed eyes boring down onto your face, you decided to stick with looking at your bandages. Hmm, yes, this bandage was so interesting to you.

Your mind reeled back to yesterday, then the day before, and then jumping to the week before that, your brain filling with images of merging memories of anything you could think of, before you stilled.

There was something.

"...I think so."

The brothers raised a brow to you, leaning in slightly to catch onto every word you were going to say.

"I run a small bakery, and that day about a week ago, I hadn't gotten much sleep, so I was out of it for most of the day.." the more you spoke, the more that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach seemed to grow. How had you not noticed it before?

"I kept making a few slip ups here and there while I was working; I just couldn't seem to concentrate very well. But luckily, a lot of the customers that came in were regulars, so they didn't really say anything. Until, this one customer.." You struggled to remember his face for a moment, the first thing you remembered about him though was that he was tall, almost tall enough to brush his head against the short ceiling in your shop.

"He ordered something, and I must've messed up the order, since he suddenly started yelling at me once he opened the box. I was so tired, though, so I wasn't really paying attention.. I don't remember much of what he was saying, and he just got angrier.."

You remembered him slamming his fist down hard onto the counter top, the way the change in the cash register clattered loudly in its metal box ringing in your ears.

"All I remember him saying is... I-Is.." your throat closed up again, and the urge to bury your face into your hands was strong. Squeezing your eyes shut, you recalled what he looked like, now. His features were all to familiar. Especially that same, dark, twisted smile he had sent your way before he made his way out of the shop, muttering the words that had allowed you to get caught up in this mad, crazed world.

'Looks like I found myself the perfect ragdoll to play with.'

✧ 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.

✧ Choromatsu - Sweet Stimulation

Sweet Villain!Choromatsu X Reader

People always told you that getting too close to any super villain was never a good thing. They would only use you to reach their own twisted goals, resulting in you being thrown away like some kind of doll by the end of it.

Yet, despite the warnings constantly being thrown around, you had still ended up here. Laying on the bed of one of the biggest super villains in the city. Arms tied above your head, legs spread wide open, body bare and exposed.

Mr Day, although you knew him as Choromatsu, stood by the end of the bed, grinning widely as he eyed your panting form up and down. Licking his lips, he glanced down at his handiwork, watching as your orgasm leaked heavily onto the sheets below.

"You're already dripping, babe..." he chuckled lowly. You bit your lip as you heard his belt unbuckle and clatter somewhere on the ground. The bed dipped on either side of your hips as he began to crawl over your body, his blue locks brushing the side of your face.

"Choromatsu..." you called out his name sweetly, softly, causing him to chuckle, the rumble running through his chest. You whined as his calloused hands began to fondle with your breasts roughly, the cold metal of his rings leaving goosebumps across your skin.

"Such a good girl, calling my name like that," he muttered. "Tell me what you want, baby girl."

Your body began to heat up once more as his hard cock teased your already soaked entrance. You gasped as he pulled at one of your perked nipples, hands struggling against their bounds as you wanted to touch him so badly.

"Please, Choro... Please, I-I need you.." Your whimpering wasn't enough for him.

"Need me for what? You're gonna have to be a little more specific." He grinned toothily down at you, moving in to suck and bite at your neck, all the while lightly grinding into you. Your whines and breathy moans spurred him on, but he couldn't give in just yet.

"I... I need you inside me. P-Please..!" Your eyes screwed shut in embarrassment. Even though he made you beg every time, you still hadn't gotten used to it. Although you figured you should soon, since there wasn't any other way you could get him to fill you up as well as he did.

"See, now? That wasn't so hard, was it?" He whispered against your ear, the buzz of his voice making you squirm hotly. Moving away, he sat between your legs, his fingers holding a tight grip against your thighs as he spread them further apart. He ran a finger over your still sensitive clit, revelling in the noises you made.

"I'm gonna fill you up so good, darling. That's what you want, right?" He didn't wait for an answer as he pushed the tip of his cock into you, sliding in further with no hesitation until his balls pressed against you. The walls of your pussy tightened instantly around his length, fitting around him so nicely.

Choromatsu began moving his hips at a fast pace, his nails digging into your skin as he drilled into you. The room echoed with the sounds of moans and skin slapping against skin.

He watched with half lidded eyes as your breasts bounced with each hard thrust, how your tongue almost lolled out of your mouth from the immense waves of pleasure running through your body. You could only say his name over and over, calling him and begging for more.

Your second orgasm crashed down on you, the walls of your pussy clenching around his length desperately as you rolled your hips with his. However, Choromatsu was nowhere near done as he continued to pound into you.

He groaned at the face you were making; tears rolling down your cheeks from overstimulation, sweat glistening across your skin, your lips red and swollen from the heavy makeout session earlier. You looked so good, so hot, tied up underneath him, writhing with pleasure.

However, the villain had always wanted more. He reached over and swiftly undid your restraints, your arms falling lazily beside your head. Still inside of you, he took a hold of you and pulled you upwards, sitting yourself on his lap as he pushed further into you, hitting your sweet spot.

You could only hold onto him tightly, scratching at his back for something to hold as he stretched your walls, muttering dirty lines to you with a wolffish smirk. You came over and over again, until he finally released his cum into you, his thick, warm seed coating your walls.

You were panting harshly as you felt him lay you back down on the satin sheets, mewling as he slowly pulled himself out of you. He sighed with satisfaction as his cum began to drip out of you, the thick substance coating your entrance and inner thighs in a soft sheen.

That was his doing. He did that to you. No one else could ever make you feel so full, no one else could ever make you experience something like this.

Glancing back up at you, he noticed you had fallen asleep, your soft breaths allowing your chest to rise and fall with an easy rhythm.

"Guess I'll have to clean this up," Choromatsu murmured to himself, climbing back off of the bed.

He then pulled your body towards him, placing his mouth over your core, your sleeping figure shuddering. You tasted too good, and he didn't want to waste this.

✧ Choromatsu - Surprises

You were meant to surprise him by showing up to his house uninvited, knowing that he was alone since you had seen the rest of his family wandering around the city.

You walked up to the house, straightening out your green skirt and black top before you slid the front door open, casually removing your shoes. You were about to call out for Choromatsu, knowing he'd be able to hear you through the thin walls. Until you heard something else echo through the hallways.

"...more... ah! Ha...."

You froze. That was him. You knew that voice from anywhere. It was definitely him. He was meant to be alone. It was meant to be just you and him.

So who the hell was he talking to?

You tightened your hand into a fist. No. You shouldn't jump to conclusions. Choromatsu wasn't the type of guy to cheat, right? He hadn't even dated anyone before you. You were his first. On top of that, he wasn't all that confident. There was no way he just walked outside and brought another girl home by himself.

Right?

You were outside his bedroom now. Listening to his moans and whimpers. There didn't sound like anyone else was in the room. You became confused. For a moment.

Then it clicked.

You slid the door open harshly, letting it bang against the wall break as a startled cry followed.

In the middle of the room was Choromatsu. Sitting on his knees with a box of tissues beside him and his phone (which he somehow managed to buy) open to a scandalous picture of you, wearing his favourite set of underwear and smiling innocently up at the camera.

His trousers were pulled down slightly, his hand wrapped around his throbbing shaft as he stared up at you with teary eyes full of guilt, his face crimson.

"[Y-Y-Y/N]!!" He practically yelled after a brief moment of surprise. He scrambled to put himself away, wincing as he struggled to adjust his boxers around his hard on, babbling nonsense all the while.

"I-I can explain! I didn't— I-I wasn't—!" He was desperate to redeem himself, ashamed that he had done such a foul thing behind your back and, out of all the people he knew, you had caught him.

You didn't speak for a short while. Your cheeks were burning, as well as the rest of your body. It wasn't like you hadn't done anything like this before. It was something that you had slowly began to teach Choromatsu, bringing him out of his virgin shell and allowing him to try something new. To try you.

Carefully, you slid the door closed behind you, walking towards the man who was on the verge of crying his eyes out and standing over him. He stopped talking, staring up at you with a mixture of emotions.

You knelt down onto your knees, moving his hands away from the tent he was trying to hide and hooking your fingers around the waist band of his boxers, rubbing them along them edge of the material. You glanced up at him through thick lashes, a slight smirk on your lips.

"Now I know why they call you 'Chorofappyski,'" you teased, making him flinch. You chuckled lowly. "That's okay, though. It's not like I'm any more innocent than you are..."

It was true. Of course you had many fantasies of you and your boyfriend together, acting on them the same way he was doing a moment ago.

You felt him twitch heavily. Leaning upwards, you placed a gentle kiss on his trembling lips, moving slowly, sensually, passionately against him. He leaned into you, chasing your lips as you pulled away. His eyes were half lidded, heavily clouded with a desperate need for something. Anything.

"I can help you, if you'd like..." you trailed off, waiting for him to decide. He was still nervous, after all.

Choromatsu glanced away from you, sweating bullets as he carefully nodded, seeing your smile widen from the corner of his eye. He shivered as you pulled his boxers back down, his cock springing upwards, slightly wet from his precum leaking from his tip.

"[Y/N]...." Choromatsu breathed, "Please..."

Your thighs rubbed together at the slight moan in his voice as he already began to melt in your hands, barely even being touched. Lowering your head, you placed your lips against his tip, pecking a few light kisses against him, tasting him on your tongue.

His hand tangled itself into your locks, gripping them not too tightly, but not too loose as he readied himself.

You ran your tongue from the top to his base in one long lick, a hand on his thigh whilst the other aided you in stroking his length. You traced over the bumps and veins of his dick, sighing as he moaned deeply, finally finding satisfaction.

You continued to lick at him before deciding to take him into your mouth, inching him in before you reached the hilt. Your name left his lips through sweet whines and whimpers as you began bobbing up and down, taking him in over and over.

Choromatsu's hips began bucking upwards as his climax neared, groaning loudly as he felt his tip hit the back of your throat. You moaned around him, knowing full well how sensitive it would make him.

You allowed him to take a firm grasp of your hair and take control, a heat pooling in your stomach as his dominating demeanour began to take over.

After a few more harsh thrusts, he called your name out lewdly as he came, thick spurts shooting into your mouth as he rode out his climax roughly, your eyes locked onto his beautiful expression as he peaked.

Slowly, he relinquished his hold on you, allowing you to move off of him, wiping some of his juices that spilled from the corner of your mouth with your thumb, locking eyes with his as you licked it clean with your tongue.

"Feel better?" You asked softly, smiling as he nodded bashfully.

"Th-Thank you, [Y/N]... You really didn't h-have to do that for me..." he stuttered, giggling as you began to pepper his cheeks with kisses, finally placing one on his lips.

"I wanted to make you feel good. I love seeing your face like that," you grinned. You placed your hands on his shoulders, gently forcing him backwards to lie on the floor. He squeaked as you began to crawl over him, planting your legs on either side of his head and placing yourself directly over him.

You lifted your skirt, using your fingers to push aside the damp fabric of your panties to reveal your dripping core, grin widening at the bright red cheeks beneath you.

"My turn, Choromatsu~" You purred, lowering yourself over his mouth, sighing as he immediately lapped at your clit, holding your thighs firmly.

This was definitely a day full of surprises.

✧ 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."

✧ Choromatsu - 'Tell Me'

𝘈𝘬𝘶𝘮𝘢!𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘚𝘩𝘺!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

It was all moving so fast. One minute you were cuddling on the couch and casually watching a movie, and the next you were pushed down flat onto the cushions, your clothing almost entirely removed and your legs hooked around your boyfriend's waist. It astounded you how easily your gentle touches could spur him on.

A heated moan escaped your lips as Choromatsu's pointed teeth traced over your skin. They trailed down from your neck to the tops of your breasts, his hands clawing at the bra still covering your mounds.

You gasped as your bra was suddenly torn from your chest, a perked nipple instantly taken into his hot mouth. He swirled the bud around his tongue, nipping at it with a slight force, his other hand grasping a fistful of flesh and kneading at it. Your hips jerked into his, your lower lip caught between your teeth.

Knowing they were sensitive, your hands moved up through his long hair to grasp at his dark horns protruding from his head, fingers curling around the base of his horn, eliciting a groan from his throat. A rough tug caused him to bite down on your skin, marking you beautifully.

The feeling of his bulging arousal pressing against your own dripping heat made your thighs tremble. You whined for Choromatsu, mewling his name as your cheeks darkened under his scorching gaze.

"Tell me, darling," he pressed his lips to your ear, smirking toothily as an obvious shudder ran up your spine. "Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

"I-I..." you breathed, unable to speak. He chuckled lowly, his hands teasingly running along the edge of your panties.

"You have to tell me, [Y/N]," he purred. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

You nodded immediately, the guttural growl in his voice going straight to your pussy. Instead of accepting your answer, however, he merely tutted.

"Use your words, love," the light kisses he pressed under your jaw drove you crazy, his hips subtly rutting against you. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do."

You whimpered, but you knew you had to answer. You didn't want to be left to satisfy yourself alone again. None of the toys you had were as good as him.

"I..." you swallowed roughly, "I-I want you to... to fuck me, Choromatsu.. please.." you begged, tears pooling to the corners of your eyes as you realised just how desperate you were.

"Well done," he cooed, and without warning, he ripped apart your panties and threw them off to the ground, bringing out his cock and running it up and down your outer lips.

His tail unconsciously came up to wrap around your calf as he pressed his engorged tip to your entrance. Glancing up at your face, he felt his ego swell upon seeing you panting heavily when he had barely even touched you yet.

In one swift movement, he pushed his length inside of you, his girth filling you to the brim. You moaned and whined, every twitch of your hips feeling so overwhelmingly good.

Choromatsu groaned quietly. Your walls has constricted around him tightly, drenched and pulsing. He pulled out of you halfway, then plunged back in harshly, your body moving with him.

He hooked his arms under your thighs, raising them higher onto his waist, but it wasn't enough. With a growl, he pushed your knees up higher over your stomach and spread them wider, the new position allowing him to stretch your walls further.

You couldn't form words, stars erupting behind your eyes as the akuma ploughed into you, each thrust resounding with a wet slap of skin, turning you on even more.

"Pl-Please.. Please please plea— Ah! Choro.." you mouth hung open, broken cries and begs for more and for him to let you cum escaping you. You looked so pretty underneath him, with hot tears rolling down your cheeks and your tongue near lolling out of your mouth, breasts bouncing and eyes watching him, and only him.

Feeling his tip push against your womb, you cam undone, your walls spasming around his thick length as it continued to push into you, riding out your orgasm.

Choromatsu's pace didn't falter, and instead picked up speed, the urge to fill you with his cum driving him wild. The constant movement pulled another orgasm from you, your sensitive cunt oozing wetness and coating your folds.

His rod twitched heavily and, with a handful of rough thrusts into your sopping core, he moaned breathily whilst he came, coating your inner walls with his thick seed, making sure he was fully sheathed inside of you so as not to waste a single drop.

Your legs and back ached from being held in its position, and you winced as they were slowly released. Choromatsu pulled out of you with a wet pop, his eyes admiring the mess he had made of your entrance. He brought a finger up to run over the essence leaking out of you, easily rubbing it up and down the slick substance.

Just as you were drifting off from exhaustion, you felt him grab at your hips, pulling you off of the sofa and pushing you to the ground. You yelped in confusion as he forced you onto all fours in front of him as he stayed sat on the couch. However, it wasn't long before you felt his hardened dick press against you once more, a shiver of excitement pumping through your body.

"I'm not finished with you, dear [Y/N]." He inserted himself back into you with ease, and your arms gave way. It was going to be a long night for the both of 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.

✧ Matsuno - School Grounds

𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵!𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘟 𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘭!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

You let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing your temple with your fingers. It did nothing to stop the yelling coming from just outside the classroom window, however.

They were at it again. Those six idiots that you had scolded countless times had once again abandoned all your rules and were now causing a ruckus on school grounds. This was already the fourth time this week, and it was only Wednesday. Your hips were still aching from last time.

Readjusting your school tie and straightening your blazer, you took a deep breath before leaving the room and heading out past the school entrance, hands resting angrily on your hips.

"What the hell are you doing, you shitty delinquents?!" You hissed through clenched teeth. Six boys with the same face stopped mid-argument, whipping their heads to face you. Almost immediately, identical smirks crossed over their mouths as they eyed you up and down.

"Well, if it isn't [Y/N]. Did we disturb your precious studies?" Osomatsu drawled cheekily, taking slow steps towards you. You frowned up at him as he leaned over your smaller form.

"I barely even got to start before you started fighting again!" You glared hotly towards the others. "You're still on school grounds! Don't you at least have any decency to take your pointless arguments home? You're ruining the-!"

"-Ruining the schools reputation, yeah, yeah," Todomatsu stepped up next, a sly look in his large eyes as he peered down at his phone. "Y'know, you talk a lot for someone who can get just as loud as we can." He flashed a quick picture towards you, causing your eyes to widen and cheeks to flare.

You did your best to ignore the burning of your cheeks at his teasing comment, opening your mouth to speak before feeling a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

"Don't we still have a deal, Prez?" Ichimatsu muttered into your ear, chuckling darkly as he felt a shiver run through your body. "These bruises here are still fresh, you know. It's like you just want us to keep bending you over..." you grit your teeth as he swiped his tongue over the small hickeys littered across the back of your neck.

"S-Stop it..! The only reason I agreed is because you all promised you'd tone it down!" You whined with a pout. A pair of fingers tucked themselves under your chin, raising them to look into a pair of eyes peeking over dark sunglasses.

"My rose, we really did try to keep to our promise, but we simply can't get enough of you," Karamatsu winked, rubbing his thumb gently over your lower lip. Your legs wobbled at the attention; you really wished you weren't so easily swayed.

Your hands that had clutched tightly onto the fabric of your skirt were each taken into the hands of Choromatsu and Jyushimatsu, who both brought the palms of your hands up to their mouths, pressing chaste kisses down to your wrists.

"Don't tell me you're going to back out now, [Y/N]?" Choromatsu pushed.

"I want to you hear you scream more for us," Jyushimatsu mumbled against your skin, locking his dark eyes onto your own.

You bit the inside of your cheek, attempting to avert your gaze. But no matter where you looked, you could see their satisfied grins, knowing already that they had won you over.

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You could feel their hands all over you, rubbing and squeezing your most sensitive parts. Your hips and neck were surely covered in bruises and red markings, but at this point, you couldn't feel anything other than an insane amount of pleasure.

Karamatsu was beneath you, lifting your body up and down over his length, hitting deeper inside of you with each thrust. He revelled in the faces you made, watching each bounce of your breasts as he fondled with one in his free hand.

"You look stunning from this view, darling," he purred, your moan of response spurring him on.

From behind, Osomatsu was filling you up just as much. You could feel his grin against your skin as he bit down on the back of your neck, his hands playing with your ass with no shame.

"See? You totally wanted this, didn't you? You enjoy this just as much as we do, right?" He continued whining sweet words of filth into your ear, knowing full well that you couldn't form any kind of coherent sentence to reply.

Your hands were guided back and forth over Choromatsu's and Todomatsu's cock, pumping mindlessly from the base to the tip. They each wore drooling smiles on their faces, playing with the strands of your hair every now and then as they showered you in praises.

"You're taking us so well, [Y/N]! You're used to us by now, aren't you?" Todomatsu cooed, panting heavily as he felt himself getting closer and closer.

"You're so good, [Y/N]...!" Choromatsu babbled, leaning over to plant kisses over your hot cheeks.

You continued to moan over and over, the sensation running through Ichimatsu's and Jyushimatsu's hardened lengths that they prodded into your mouth, muffling your screams. You could barely wrap your tongue around their shafts, but they seemed completely satisfied with the feeling of your warm cavern around them.

"So warm... So nice..!" Jyushimatsu huffed, his ever present smile only growing larger at your overstimulated body.

"You can take more, can't you, kitten? You're gonna take turns with all of us, like a good girl," Ichimatsu laughed, his wolffish smile shaking of his sharpened teeth.

You had lost count of the amount of times you had climaxed, unsure of whether the wetness between your thighs belonged only to you or to one of the boys in the room. However, your brain was scrambled.

The only thing you knew was that everything felt so good. You were close to passing out from exhaustion, feeling wet tears trickle down your cheeks and neck, but you didn't want it stop.

"You wanna know what I think, Prez?" Osomatsu panted, pinching at one of your perked nipples.

"I think that tomorrow, whether we do anything or not, you're gonna come crawling right back to us."

If you could speak, you would repeat the word yes, over and over and over again.

✧ Matsuno - 'Ragdoll'

𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘝𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯!𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘟 𝘔𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

The Matsu's villain names (from eldest to youngest): Mr Simply Mr Shocking Mr Day Mr Deep Mr Mo Mr Floyd

TW: NON-CON ELEMENTS, MENTIONS OF DRUG USE. feel free to skip this chapter if it makes you uncomfortable.

It was a long and rough battle. You were covered in cuts and light bruises, dusted over with a layer of dirt and rubble. Your clothing was torn roughly, barely hanging onto your body.

You stood up slowly with shaking knees as you glared furiously up at the villains laughing down at you.

"Give up, doll," the pink haired man, Mr Simply, stepped forward, resting a hand confidently on his hip. "It would really be a shame if you forced us to kill you."

You straightened your back at his words, teeth gritting tightly into a snarl, desperately ignoring the stab of pain in your chest and the heaving breaths you took.

"No." You seethed, taking a step forward, wobbling dangerously. "I won't stop... until you're all defeated..."

Another laughed mockingly.

"You can say that all you want, girl, but you look like you're about to faint right here and now." The blonde Mr Floyd sneered, his earrings glinting in the sunlight.

"She's super weak!" Mr Mo boomed loudly, bouncing on the spot as if the previous battle hadn't exhausted him at all, his purple hair swaying with each move.

The grip you had on your wand tightened as you lifted it up towards them, face scrunching up as you concentrated on letting out a powerful attack to take them down. Only for the burst of magic to fizzle and pop like an old lightbulb, fading away in an instant. The laughter only grew louder, the deep pit in your stomach growing bigger.

"I must say," Mr Shocking began, sliding his dark sunglasses down to the bridge of his nose, "I find your determination quite endearing, Miss Sugar Sweet." He practically purred your heroine name, rolling each syllable off of his tongue in a deliberately deep baritone.

"I do agree. When she's all ruffled up like this... It suits her, don't you think?" Mr Day chuckled lowly, staring you down over the rim of his own swirled glasses. Your voice was hoarse by now, leaving you unable to speak a single word back to them.

Mr Simply took a few steps forward suddenly, stopping just a few feet away from your swaying form.

"Let's have some more fun, shall we?"

You shuddered as you watched his eyes rake your body up and down with a smirk, lingering on all the exposed skin on your chest and legs. You grimaced, wrapping your battered arms around yourself and taking a step away, only to crash into something solid behind you.

A hand came over your mouth, clasping a cloth tightly over your mouth and nose, barely budging as you began to struggle violently in the person's hold. You glanced upward through bleary eyes to see the turquoise locks of Mr Deep's hair cascading over your face as he grinned wildly, his eyes dark and full of a dangerous glint.

"We'll definitely be having our far share of fun tonight..." he murmured into your ear, however the words were barely registered as your body became limp, your eyes closing and your breathing steadying into slow, shallow breaths.

The six men stood around your sleeping form, each bearing the same toothy smiles as Mr Mo picked you up and swung you onto his shoulder, following his fellow villains away to their secretive base.

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Heavy. You felt really heavy.

Groaning, you moved your head from side to side, struggling to open your eyes. Your limbs were numb weights for you, unable to move them apart from a few twitches of your fingers and toes.

Slowly, you began registering something warm pressed up against you. Soft murmurs echoed around you, gently waking you up from your slumber. A pleasant shiver ran up your spine as something else massaged you from somewhere lower down. You whined softly, hands beginning to grip at whatever was beside you.

"So innocent..." a voice purred into your ears, it's warm breath tickling the skin on your neck. Warm tingles were peppered against your other shoulder. It made your stomach coil up pleasantly. Something hummed against you from below, making you whimper again.

The tingling turned into a pleasurable pain as the thing bit down onto your skin.

"That's gonna leave a nice mark on you," you heard it chuckle, the vibration running through your body.

You could feel something slick between your legs now. You tried to rub your thighs together, but they were held apart by what felt like multiple hands.

Through your hazy mind you began to question:

'What's.... happening..?'

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, blinking against a light coming from somewhere before adjusting.

"Ah, she's waking up!" Another voice, louder than the other two, spoke from somewhere around you.

Calloused fingers took hold of your chin, facing you towards the one you were holding on to. His red hair was slightly tousled, and his upper torso was bare, revealing his toned body. Your mind began to recognise who it was, but your body was too slow to pull away from his grasp.

He leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips, eyes half lidded.

"I'm sure you will be as glad as we are that you're finally awake, darling." He dove back in for another kiss, tilting his head before nipping  at your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Pleasant sensations were continuously being felt all over your body, making you moan into the kiss.

"We can hear you a lot louder now, kitten," the other voice of Mr Deep came from the other side. You felt his hands roam around your chest before settling onto your bare breasts, fondling and squeezing at the mounds as he grazed his teeth across your shoulder and sensitive neck.

"Guess I can tell you how fucking good you taste, babe." You recognised that voice to be Mr Simply. You took the spare moment to catch your breath to look downwards, seeing the man's face between your parted legs, grinning cockily up at you. His lips had a light sheen to them, although you couldn't identify right away what it was.

Another face was beside him, pressing kisses and bites to the inside of your right thigh. His v-shaped grin made you heat up. It was then that you realised something poking at your entrance, parting your folds to run up and down your wet pussy.

"You're so tight... Looks like we get to be the first ones to ruin her." He suddenly pushed two of his fingers into you. You cried out a lewd moan, panting as he curled his fingers inside of you. A hand curled around your neck tightly, just loose enough for you to still breath. The lack of air made you dizzy, the sensations of Mr Day's fingers multiplying tenfold.

"Make that noise again, pretty kitty," Mr Deep growled, and you obeyed. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you panted harshly. Mr Shocking took a chance to take your tongue into his mouth, continuing his assault of long kisses.

Without warning, the knot in your stomach was released as you began to cum hard, your body spasming as your attempted to ride out your orgasm. Someone's warm tongue latched itself to your clit, suckling on the sensitive bundle of nerves rapidly. You cried out as the pleasure turned to pain from overstimulation, but they didn't stop until your came a second time, your juices spilling into their mouths as they lapped up every droplet.

You weren't given a second to rest as you were suddenly lifted off of the sheets beneath you and held against something firm. You were pushed down onto all fours, your arms and legs shaking dangerously. Hands settled onto your hips from behind, another hand tugging at your hair and lifting your face upwards.

"I know that pretty mouth of yours can do more than screaming," Mr Floyd grinned before pressing the tip of his cock against your mouth. Without thinking, you opened up and closed your lips over the head before slowly moving down to take as much as you could, your tongue running against the underside of his shaft.

"Such a good girl..." Mr Mo groaned from behind as he lined himself up against your dripping core, pushing into with a quick snap of his hips. Your walls tightened further around him as his tip was pushed right up against your g-spot. "You're taking me so well..!"

The heavy cloud over your mind refused to lift as you were lifted into the arms of these sweet villains, their hands caressing you and giving you sweet release as you begged for more, more, more.

A small bottle stood on a table nearby, the cap loose. It would go unnoticed by you for a very long time. And even then, you wouldn't care about what it was. Not when you could have everything you wanted when you were with them.

The six men grinned at your sleepy form, bite marks and slight bruises littering your neck, hips and thighs. You were truly as sweet as sugar. They weren't planing on giving up their ragdoll any time soon.

Choromatsu - Attention Seeker

𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰!𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

These battles Choromatsu was engaging with you were becoming harder for him to keep up with.

He should have expected no less from you, though, being a super villain with more powers than he could keep track of. You appeared out of nowhere eight months ago, and had been targeting him ever since, managing to pull him away from his group of heroes to fight him one on one every time without fail.

You were teasing, sometimes borderline flirty with him as you fought, endlessly dodging his attacks and fleeing from his grasp. There was always a promise of him seeing you again, and you never failed to keep them.

What confused him the most, however, is how you never seemed to try to hurt him. He wasn't stupid; he could clearly see you purposely miss your target, and you had never actually killed anyone despite destroying buildings. In fact, the buildings you destroyed were either always empty, or they were scheduled for demolition.

You were an enigma. Choromatsu seemed to have himself wound around your finger, endlessly running in circles with you like a game of cat and mouse. It was infuriating, as well as intriguing — he was caught in the middle of these confusing feelings, and he wasn't entirely sure what to do.

But he didn't have time to think about that now. As he stood in a flattened battlefield, where there once stood tall office buildings and apartments, he heaved his heavy suit of armour to stand tall despite his knees being ready to buckle underneath him.

His helmet removed itself from his face as he painted heavily, narrowed eyes locked onto your form as you descended down from the air, gracefully landing before him with a large grin.

"You always give me a good fight, Law," you chuckled, the dulcet tone ringing through the air. The hero tensed at the sound, fists clenching tighter as he watched you creep closer.

"Not good enough, it seems," all he wanted was for this battle to be over and done with, where he stood victorious over your weakened form and he could finally go home. "Why are you always doing this?"

"Why..?" You tilted your head, feigning innocence as you pressed a delicate finger to your chin. "Now, let me think for a moment.."

Choromatsu growled your name out in warning, demanding you to speak. You laughed louder, relishing in the way his rasped voice reverberated through your body.

"I thought it was obvious!" You took another step closer, your hands folded behind your back as you pushed your chest further out, catching his eyes. "What other reason could I possibly have for wanting to go up against you in a battle other than for attention?"

The hero squinted, and you could practically see the cogs in his mind turning as his eyes slowly widened into a look of disbelief.

"Attention? From... me?" The nod of your head and cheeky smile made his cheeks tint a pretty pink, and he suddenly didn't seem so big and intimidating in that large metal suit of his. "B-But why? And why go through all this just to get m-my attention?"

"Well, if I've got the power to level buildings to the ground with the snap of my fingers, of course I'm going to use it to my advantage."

You were now stood in front of him, craning your neck up to see his face. With a flick of your wrist, you glided your body off the ground and raised yourself up to his height, meeting his timid gaze.

"Do I have to spell out why I want your eyes on me at all times?"

You were satisfied with his silent, flustered answer, the blush on his face creeping down his neck as you rested your hands on the chest of his suit, tracing a dainty finger over the divots in the metal.

"But... You're a villain, right?"

"I have destroyed buildings, but I don't actually want to hurt anyone. I never have. I just want you." You traced your hand up to his cheek, your thumb brushing over his heated skin. "I don't consider myself a villain, and I hope you won't either."

"I-I.. Uh... N-No, of course not!" He stammered, all seriousness in his tone now gone. You giggled, the chime ringing in his ears.

"I'm glad! So... What do you say?" You watched as the man trailed his gaze over your face, watching how your tresses of hair fell over your eyes in a beautifully attracting way, how your eyes glimmered with hope that he would agree, how your lower lip was now pressed between your teeth the more silent he became...

"I.." he turned away, frowning at nothing in particular, "I wouldn't be opposed to it, I-I guess..."

"Great!" You pushed yourself forward, pressing your lips against his cheek adoringly. He stiffened, catching the sweet scent of the perfume you wore wafting from your neck, your lips brushing against his cheek as you murmured, "I'll be waiting for you tomorrow in town — I'll find you. I think you're gonna need as much rest as you can get."

With a final laugh, you pushed yourself away, glancing at him with a sultry smile and a look in your eyes he could only describe as hot before you vanished in a bolt of electricity, teleporting yourself away.

Choromatsu stood stock still for a moment before he fell to his knees, his breath too quick for him to catch whilst his heart beat frantically against his rib cage. He was sweating profusely, and there was an ache between his legs that he really needed to get rid of.

"So now you're getting laid by your enemy? Way to go, Chorofappyski."

The sudden voice of Osomatsu sounding from behind him made Choromatsu scream.

"Wh-When did you get here?!"

"Early enough to see the whole thing."

Chapter 2

'Another day wasted.'

It was the first thought to come to your mind when you had awoken the next day, the sun already high above the horizon and glaring through your windows.

You didn't feel well rested, despite having slept for hours on end. Your mind was tired, your heart still ached, you didn't feel as if you had the strength to open your eyes. You just lay there on your bed, unmoving and unbothered.

You would have stayed there all day, had it not been for your hunger. Clutching at your stomach in pain, you remembered how you had barely eaten anything the previous day, too busy wallowing in self pity to even think about eating.

With a groan, you slowly sat up on the edge of your mattress, blinking away the sudden head rush that came with the movement. The floorboards felt cold beneath your feet, sending shivers up your spine as you placed them flat on the wooden flooring. You rubbed at your eyes as you stood up, stumbling out of your bedroom to go and wash up.

It was unbearably hot in your living room, prompting you to open up the patio doors to allow some air inside, the humidity increasing as a new wave of warm air wafted into the room. The echoing sounds of cicadas that rested on tree trunks beyond your fencing filled the air, buzzing and buzzing until that white noise in your mind was finally cancelled out.

You chewed slowly on your food, maybe to waste more time so that the sun would go down and you could go back to sleep. But it was barely noon and the sun was still hovering high in the sky, scorning you with its intense rays as if to punish you for wishing it to leave. It was going to be a long summer's day, and you were already sick of it.

Sick.

You suddenly placed your half-eaten plate of food down with a clatter as you scrambled to your feet, slapping a hand desperately over your mouth as you felt it rise and boil in your throat, barely making it to the bathroom as your stomach spewed out bile into the sink.

It was happening again, you realised as you continued to gag, fumbling to turn the tap on to wash away the disgusting sight before you, prompting you to choke again. It was all going so well, and now it's happening again. Tears welled in your eyes as you squeezed them shut. Just make it stop. Please make it stop.

Your legs finally collapsed from beneath you and you tumbled to the tiled floor, hands still clutched to the edge of the basin as you crouched down, head low and breaths heavy. A cold sweat had broken out over your skin, leaving you shivering and abnormally feverish.

It wasn't fair, you thought miserably. Nothing had happened. Nothing had gone wrong. But apparently something did go wrong. Things always go wrong. You can never seem to be at peace, no matter what you try. The sudden waves of anxiety that hit you when you least expected it wasn't your fault. And yet it was entirely your fault. Nothing made sense. Nothing ever made sense. You were too stupid to understand. You could never understand.

'If only I didn't go outside yesterday.'

But it still would have happened. This would still have happened. You didn't know why, but it would have. Because that's just how it works. It's not supposed to work that way. But for you, it does. You didn't need to understand. You just needed to let it happen. Even if you didn't want it to. You have no power, no control. Just fall to your knees and cry, as you always do. That's how it always works.

You stood up shakily, hesitantly staring back at the face in the mirror. She looked better than you did. Smiling, happy, glad she was behind the glass and wasn't there with you.

You blinked, and the image changed. That was you. You, with the messy hair and the dark, tired eyes, the sickly skin and pinched cheeks, frail and weak, gaze sullen and dazed. Lost and confused. Sad and pitiful. That was who you were.

Unable to look any longer, you twisted the faucet back on, cupping handfuls of cold water and splashing it over your face multiple times, scrubbing harshly at your eyes and mouth, rinsing it out to get rid of the sickening taste of bile. You didn't dare look back into the mirror as you grabbed your towel, rubbing it over your face and tossing it aside before exiting the bathroom.

Breakfast didn't sound appetising anymore, and you regretfully threw the rest of the food away. You stood in the middle of your living room, glancing around from the couch to the TV, to the console next to it, to the small bookshelf stuffed with a few books you had decided to keep for whatever reason, your fingers furling and unfurling against your palms.

They finally landed on a slim, black, hard-cover book shoved lopsidedly into the bottom shelf, it's ringed binder hanging out over the edge of the dark wood.

You reached for it, gingerly pulling it out of the shelf with the tips of your fingers, holding it at arms length as if it were some kind of wild animal. The first few pages were frayed and withered, but the rest were crisp and clean, untouched and unused.

You stared and stared at the tough cover, running your gaze over the blank darkness, as if you were searching for something. But you knew everything you were searching for was inside the book. The courage to look was dwindling away as time tricked by.

You suddenly grasped the corner of the cover, flipping it open with force and coming to a halt at the sight of the first page. All you saw was coloured blotches, streaking across the otherwise empty paper in messy lines. The blues and greens merged together in a disgusting mesh of hues, the watery disarray of paint unable to form any real structure.

After staring at it for a long while, face stoic, you flipped over to the next page. The paper was stiff and wrinkled, less like paper and more like cardboard, crackling with the slightest amount of pressure applied to it.

It was just the same as the previous one, if not, worse. You couldn't look at it for longer than a couple of minutes before moving on, and that time hastily shortened down to a few seconds until you finally reached a blank page.

With a shaky breath, you grabbed a pencil from one of the pots on your shelf and silently seated yourself down at the low table behind you. You hovered the lead over the white canvas, carefully moving it along with your hand, the sound of the pencil scratching against the paper filling your ears.

Your arm made jerky movements, wrist flicking left and right as you attempted to make an outline of something you had seen before, with the lead eroding away ever so slowly with each stroke. You watched your hand wander to every corner of the paper, pausing with a flinch every now and then when it moved just a little too far off the intended path.

The clock ticked on and on, seconds to minutes to hours, with you sat at the low table in the bright light of the sun in your living room, scratch, scratch, scratching away, even as your pencil became blunt, forcing it to mark out the lines of a seemingly misshapen landscape, thin and delicate lines becoming thick and crooked veins.

It wasn't until the pencil began stabbing the paper with its splintered tip that you finally stopped, moving your hand off the page to look down at the horrible mess you had made. It was the same picture as the others, only much, much more awful, with less colour and less sense of mind.

That same stoic face stared down at the page. Your grip on your pencil was now limp, your hand dropping to the floor by your side and the tool now slipping from your fingers, rolling over the floor and out of your reach.

You can't do anything right, can you?

The sting of tears in your eyes was going to drive you mad. You stood back up, ignoring the needle-like numbness in your lower limbs as you staggered to your bedroom, the urge to get out of the deathly silent house growing stronger.

You changed out of your clothes into an oversized beige hoodie and shorts, thinking that it wouldn't draw attention to yourself, only to realise that it would draw attention because what kind of idiot would wear a hoodie in the middle of summer? So you tossed it aside and pulled on a white vest and a grey dress-shirt on top instead, thankful that the loose fitting clothing would at least cover your curves.

You slipped on the first pair of sneakers you saw and left the house, your keys, purse and phone stuffed into your back pockets. You stood in front of your door for a moment, unsure of where to go, then ultimately decided that it really didn't matter, and you turned left and started walking.

You kept your head low, hands awkwardly swaying by your sides, unsure of where to put them because you had no other pockets. The sun was lower in the sky now, gently stretching your shadow behind you as you walked further and further down the street, following it wherever it took you because who cares where you would end up?

As always, there was no one outside besides you. The gentle patter of your footsteps against the cobbled pathway was the only sound you could hear besides the familiar twitter of birds above you. It was moments like these when you began to miss the sounds of the city, with its constant bustling streets and roads filling that emptiness in the air and somewhat reassuring you that you weren't completely alone in this world.

But here, you were. You were entirely alone.

You always thought you would be okay with that, and yet you were now hating it more than anything. How pathetic.

Glancing upwards, you noticed with a blink that the houses in the village were now far behind you. You paused, turning to look over your shoulder to see the shrunken structures in the distance, and your surroundings were instead replaced with rolling green fields of tall grass, mutely swaying in the breeze. How long had it been since you had started walking?

Despite your confusion, you turned back around and continued onward. You shouldn't think about it too much. You didn't want to think at all anymore.

And so, you walked. You walked and walked and walked. You had no idea where the road was headed towards, you had no idea if you were even in the Akashika District at that point, but that was fine. The unknown was welcomed with open arms. Anything to keep your mind quiet.

Unfortunately for you, though, all good things must come to an end. That end came far too quickly when your legs and feet began to ache. Your body was becoming tired — most likely due to you not having any food in your system — and your shortness of breath under the brutal summer heat was making your head spin. You needed to stop soon, unless you wanted to faint.

With great reluctance, you steered yourself to the side of the road, kneeling down with your knees tucked into your chest and your forearms hanging over them. You pushed your hair away from your face, disliking the sweat accumulating on your temple. Whilst you caught your breath, you looked back again down the road you had walked up, and the town was now a lot smaller than it was before.

You would have to walk back there eventually, you reminded yourself, and you outwardly groaned. You didn't want to do that. But you guessed it was your own fault, anyway. You deserved this. It's the consequence of your actions, isn't it? You acted irrationally, and now you had to suffer further.

The sound of a car horn startled you from your thoughts. You whipped your head over to your right with wide eyes, watching as a white car rolled to a stop a few feet ahead of you, its tires crunching against the dirt. The engine died down into silence as you heard the clutch being pulled into place with a squeak, catching a brief glimpse of a shadowy silhouette through the windscreen as it shuffled to get out of the car.

You were frozen in place as you watched a man step out of the vehicle, brushing his dark hair out of his eyes as he regarded you with a curious look, raising a brow as he stepped closer. His rounded face looked so familiar, as well as those large, half-lidded eyes, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. He wore a white shirt complete with a deep blue tie, which hung loosely under his unbuttoned collar. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his black slacks, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbow, exposing his forearms.

"Are you okay there?" He asked, sauntering to a stop as he stood over you. You stared up at him, breath caught in your throat, unsure of what to say. No, you were not okay, but you couldn't just tell people that, could you? You had to be okay, you had to be normal.

"Yes, I'm fine, thank you." You attempted to smile, the strain of forcibly stretching your lips across your cheeks paining you greatly, and you would have kept it up if the man hadn't frowned at you. The smile that was more akin to a grimace slowly slipped off of your face, replaced by a nervous pinch to your lower lip instead.

"You don't look 'fine' to me," he stated bluntly, leaning down a little so that his head was mere inches away from your own. "What are you doing all the way out here on the ground?"

You inched yourself back slightly, wobbling under the uneven balance on your limbs. Excuses, you had to come up with excuses, but that was becoming an increasingly difficult task when the man interrogating you seemed to know that you were lying before you even spoke.

Just as you were about to lose your balance in your crouched position, he grabbed onto your upper arm to steady you. The warmth radiating from his palm seeped through your sleeve, your already boiling skin heating up further from the touch. You felt your cheeks heat up, too, the unfamiliar touch of this (admittedly attractive) man leaving you in a slight daze.

"I-I was just out for a walk, and I got tired, that's all," you quickly stammered, unable to look him in the eyes lest you burst into flames. His scrutinising look didn't falter, instead increasing as he squinted at you harshly.

"You look like you're gonna faint. I think you're a little more than tired, lady."

Your heart pounded painfully in your chest at his words. You were fine, totally fine, why couldn't he just accept that?

You gasped as you suddenly felt yourself being lifted off the ground, your arms pulled forward as he forced you to follow behind him. He was leading you to his car, his grip on you firm as if to say that you didn't have a choice.

"Where are you taking me?" You couldn't exactly trust a man you had just met so easily. He stopped in his tracks, turning to look back at you with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Ah, sorry! I'm gonna look weird if I just start dragging you over here, huh?" He released your arms to bow mockingly, peering up at you through one eye as the other closed in a wink.

"The name's Akashika Ozo. Taxi driver, at your service." He grinned widely, seemingly proud of himself for the little skit he had pulled. Ozo straightened back up, taking a hold of your forearm tenderly this time and gesturing towards his car. "I was just planning on giving you a lift to wherever it is you're going. If you want one, that is."