It Just Makes Me Feel Something..

OH GREAT HEAVENS

that’s why I fucked yo bitch.

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summary: connie couldn't give two fucks if you had a boyfriend, he had you first and its gonna stay like that.

warnings: cheating, toxic connie, recording, strict backshots, praising, (connie is latino in this), obviously black reader/ y/n, thick reader, slapping, mature scenes, etc.

"can you stop dropping your clothes everywhere? shit's tiring bro." at the moment you were picking up the remaining pieces of your boyfriends clothes that was littering along the floor. you guys have been together about a year now and honestly you were about to be over it. "my bad, but you'll end up picking them up for me anyways so what's the point" looking back at you from his seat on the couch shawn joked while giving you a smile.

"you think you're funny?" throwing his clothes at him while rolling your eyes just for his ass to laugh, turning away you headed towards the kitchen to start cooking something up. as you can see your man was a lazy ass bitch and quite frankly he was many other things and useless in bed, the reason you stayed with him is because you've been together for so long and you guys had good memories. well that was before he was cut off from his family and stayed at home all day being jobless as fuck.

ding.

grabbing your phone you look down to see the notification. it was a text from connie telling you to come outside that he was waiting just wanting to talk.

you used to mess around with con till you got a boyfriend. you had to text and hang with him less because you guys weren't normal friends, you guys actually use to date but things happen but stayed friends. you knew connie didn't respect your relationship with shawn, if anything when you told him he was livid. but now he's texting you to come outside to him knowing he doesn't want to just talk.

answering the message with a 'no, and leave the premises please'. putting your phone down and continuing to chop the onions and boiling the water on the stove-

ding.

sighing and grabbing you phone you looked down to see what connie had texted now with it stating ' i'm coming to the door ' automatically after reading that you made a beeline to the window to see connie getting out his car. "baby imma be right back."

"mm" opening the door and closing it behind you, you ran towards con and grabbed him by the shirt and shoving him back in the car with him chuckling at how you were acting.

sliding into the passenger seat and sitting down while moving you ginger hair out the way. "connie what part of leave the premises don't you understand" breathing heavily from the whole course you just took while crossing your arms. "the leaving part" leaning back against the chair while staring down at your figure connie licked his lips then reached his hand out to touch you which you smacked away. "con i have a boy-friend a boyfriend why can't you respect that and give me my space?"

sighing while sitting back against the chair you stared at connie, he had some new tattoos running down his arms and diamond studs in his ears and nose ring. if you were available right now you would let that nigga suck your soul like an oxtail off the bon-

"i had you first, I'm not finna respect shit hermosa" grabbing your hand while giving it a kiss connie made eye contact with you as he bit his bottom lip to lean in and give you a kiss but ends up kissing your cheek instead when you turn your face away from him. this angered him a bit causing him to rope his hand around your throat and pull you towards him to look him in the face.

"stop playin with me hermosa.. you're mine regardless who you're with you understand me foo'?" rolling your eyes at his tendencies you looked right at him "leave th-" "y/n." touching noses with you now with how close he was with you, your top lips rubbing against each other. cutting you off by calling you your name you knew he was being dead serious.

"stop playin wit me." his heavy accent made the air even more tense, staring back at him then flicking your eyes to the side and catching the clock on his dashboard seeing that you've been out here with him too long. "leave the premises." moving his hand away from your neck you stared at him before exiting the car, walking back towards the house connie watched your every move from the way your thick ass jiggled and the way your chest would bounce.

biting his lip he would simply slam his hand against the steering wheel then drive off while sending you a text.

going back inside and finishing up the cooking where you left off you grab your phone after getting yet another texting this time it simply said 'bet.' sighing then putting your phone down you jump at the sound of a shatter. turning around you see shawn knocking off a plant.

"sorry.. ill buy you a new one" "how are you going to replace it when you don't even have money?" putting your hand on your hip giving him a glare. you were up to here with him and his lazy ass having to baby him 24/7. "here you go with this shit bro always complaining" shaking his head he went upstairs and slammed the room door.

shrugging not caring about the situation you finished up the food eating alone then headed upstairs to fall asleep. laying down in you fuzzy sleep shorts and bra you laid down.

for a while you stayed up thinking about connie and the way he was. you started getting a little horny so you turned over to check if shawn was awake. he was so you took that as a chance to ask if y'all could fuck and of course he obliged.

nigga didn't even last for 15 minutes then knocked out not even making you cum.

frustrated you got up slipping on a pair of slides and a oversized. grabbing your car keys you drove away heading towards connie's house. upon arriving you knocked on the door, after he took too long to answer you were about to go back home till he opened the door and showed himself only in a pair of joggers that were hanging low on his waist. he leaned against the door while smirking down at you.

"you shouldn't be here hermosa, don't you have a boyfriend?" sucking your teeth at him you leaned up and hook your hand in the back of his head pulling at his hair and kissing him. to which he responded by kissing you back and picking you up shutting the door behind him with his foot while bringing you inside.

walking towards his room while rubbing onto your ass with one hand and the other rubbing your cunt through your shorts from the back. finally landing you on the bed and pulling back from the kiss he licked his lips "i knew you had some sense in you bonita, ditching your boyfriend to come to your real man." spreading your thighs con slid your shorts off and pulled at your thong making it snap back onto your skin.

hissing you glared at him "shut up and fuck me con" leaning up onto your knees you tugged onto his pants while looking up at him. looking down at you connie grinned and rubbed your face with his thumb "con? what happened to daddy?" tugging your head back with his hand in your hair connie slapped you.

"what happened to that little boyfriend of yours hm? he didn't fuck that pussy good enough?" snapping your head to the side after the slap you licked your lip then stared back at him "just fuck me daddy." choking him while saying so then sliding your thong off slowly giving him a tease then flipping around to lay your top half of your stomach on the bed and arching your back.

"mierda~ its soo fatt" rubbing onto your ass he slid his pants down then jerked off his length. rubbing his thumb between to see how you wet you were then sucked in a breath. finally sliding all 9 inches inside you cunt while throwing his head back and groaning "i miss this, you feel so good hermosaa~" moaning lightly from the stretch you bit your lip at his words.

thrusting deep with malice connie was making sure you were gonna take all of him, grinning cockily from seeing you grip the sheets with a shake in your legs.

he was taken aback when you started fucking him back, your thick ass rippling against his stomach causing him to be pushed back a bit of the bed. moaning aloud you turned your head to look back at him while sticking your tongue out. slapping your ass with both hands connie watched in awe.

"show the fuck out thennn~" fucking into you with more force now, he pushed his hand on your lower back to make your stomach completely lay on the bed so your arch could be higher. gripping on the back of your neck and looking down where you guys were connected he groaned at the sight of the white ring starting to appear around his dick.

meanwhile you were letting out the loudest moans from connie hitting you in places you didn't know you had. reaching your hand down between your legs you started to rub on that neglected bud and sped up your hips and fucking back into connie harder. "fuckkkk~ it feels so good baby~" whimpering into the sheets all you could do was grip on them when connie encouraged you to go harder.

"fuck me~ fuckkk me~ fuckk me hermosaa~" throwing his head back in a bliss he had one hand on your waist while the other had grabbed his phone and started recording. "you look so pretty all sexy and shit for me~" rubbing your ass then pulling all the way out till only the tip was left and slammed back in and repeatedly as well. this caused you to let out a scream with tears forming in your eyes from the amount of pleasure you were going through.

"you gone break up with him righ?" lifting one of your legs up in the air making you turn on your side, placing your hand on his stomach while rolling your eyes back. "righ'?!~" slapping your clit with his hand causing you to cry out and nod yes "imma break up with him i swear~" smiling at your words he pointed the camera to your face and slammed repeatedly into you without letting up till he saw you cumming all over him. following alongside you and letting a out a whimper, he pulled out and slapped his dick on your mound then stopped recording.

"you okay hermosa?" rubbing your eyes to wipe your tears connie leaned down to kiss you then waited for an answer. "m-mhmm~" wrapping your arms around him you smiled.

"let me take you home sweet thing."

★ ★ ★

"y/n you can't just break up with me and leave" shawn was crying hysterically after you gave him the news, but mostly because if you left he would have to depend oh himself and be broke. "i just did." grabbing his bags and putting them outside while kicking him out. while shawn was outside picking up his stuff he turned to see connie. "what are you doin here?" shawn knew who connie was because he had seen you and connie and how close ya'll were before you and shawn dated. "oh you don't know?" ...

"i took my girl back from you."

Never felt so strong on wanting a part to😭😭

Mother knows best

(Yandere Illumi Zoldyck x reader)

TW: Contolling parents, sexual content, abuse, emotional manipulation. Kikyo is the warning.

In the lavious gardens within the Zoldyck estate, in a small fraction on the dormant volcano of Kukuroo mountain, sitting inside the marble gazebo was a woman in her mid forties. Her face was covered in bandages and a strange robotic visor, she wore a bold and frilly purple dress and her hat was covered in the most extreme decorations.

Her name was Kikyo Zoldyck and she was the Matriarch of the Zoldyck family. 

Kikyo liked to consider herself a successful woman. Many years ago, she was nothing more than a nobody who lived in a city that didn’t exist. Meteor City. She made her living years ago as an assassin, dirty jobs and what not. But she always knew she was meant for more in life than living in a town of trash.

It was to her great fortune that she stumbled upon Silva Zoldyck while on a mission. She remembers that day all too well. He was so handsome, his hair was in a long braid and he had that stern look on his face when he was ready to kill someone. She knew then and there that this man was her ticket out of that dump she called home and to a place worth making a future out of.

Now look at her, she owns a large mountain, has a myriad of butlers at her beck and call and four beautiful children who she and her beloved husband have trained to become cold blooded assassins. (Yes, Only four. She’s not forgetting anyone.)

On the table in front of her were cakes, muffins, tarts and delicious tea. Her beloved kalluto was to join her in a bit so that they may talk about his training. Truly, life couldn’t get better than this.

“Pardon me madame.” Said an old voice. She turned her head and saw her husband’s personal butlers. Tsubone and her Granddaughter, Amane. “What is it, Tsubone? Speak, I’m trying to enjoy my tea.”

“Master Illumi has informed us he will be bringing a young woman home with him, we believe she is to be a potential spouse.”

Kikyo Zoldyck was by no means mentally stable. She spent the majority of her childhood and adolescent years fighting for her life and killing targets to make ends meet. Then after marrying Silva, she was required to give birth to Silva’s children to continue on the family line. This woman had an unhealthy affection for all her children. Obsessing over every little factor of their lives and possessive of how they are raised.

Illumi was no exception, especially since he was her firstborn. Although he was not to be the heir of her husband’s clan, she put her blood and sweat into making him the perfect killer. He was her boy, so therefore he deserves everything he desires. Her boy can do no wrong but..

A woman..?

“WHAT?!” She screeched. Destroying the tea cup that was just in her hand. Neither Tsubone nor Amane flinched at her erratic behavior for both were expecting this reaction from their mistress. “A WOMAN!? My Illumi!? Since when!?”

“We’ve only been informed of her now, My Lady. Master Silva commanded us to inform you of her and Master Illumi's arrival next week.” Tsubone replied, composed and calm. Kikyo began to bite her nails and growled in annoyance. As the Lady of the mansion, she would be expected to have a room for her prepared and a grand dinner to welcome the guest.

She was annoyed, greatly annoyed. Her son was bringing a woman home?! Just who was she and who did she think she was?

*******

You stepped off the airship with Illumi holding your hand, like the gentleman you knew him to be. “Thank you Illumi.” He hummed in acknowledgment. You couldn’t help but smile. Your Illumi. He was amazing to you in every way. He was very handsome, long black hair that rained down to his buttocks. His lean yet muscular body. He was such a gentleman to you, flowers everyday at your apartment type of gentleman.

He would take you out on a date every week and when he was away on a trip, he would text you every morning and night to let you know how much he couldn’t wait to get back to you. Your Illumi.

“So, this is your home?” You asked rhetorically. You knew he didn’t need to answer. Why else would he bring you to this place? The mountain was huge, to think he grew up in this kind of place must have been quite the experience. “Hmm.” He hummed anyway.

You knew he was an assassin by trade, it was the first thing you knew about him when you first met him.

Your father was a ruins hunter and he kept you by his side your entire life. You would spend your childhood traveling to different areas in the unknown world with him, discovering ruins and finding ancient artifacts. He taught you nen and you quickly learned you were a specialist, an exorcist to be more specific.

You once helped your father’s comrade be free of a nen curse a malicious user put on him when you were ten years old. During that time, you developed a love for tarot card reading. What started out as a simple hobby is what turned into your ability. Depending what card another person would pick, you would be able to see what future comes from the type of card you pick. This earned you the nickname, ‘Witch of fortune and Misfortune’. Cringe but you didn’t pick it yourself.

When you were eighteen, you tried the hunter exam but failed, you passed the second time when you were nineteen. After you got your hunter’s license, you decided you needed to train more and find out what kind of hunter you wanted to be.

So in order to get stronger, you entered Heaven's arena, where you met Hisoka Morow. It didn’t help that you both had an affinity for cards. He was indeed an odd man but you two sparked up an uncanny partnership, where he would spar with you and you would help him with jobs if necessary. It wasn’t too soon that he introduced you to his partner, Illumi Zoldyck.

Illumi never hid his profession from you, Hisoka introduced you to Illumi because of their give or take relationship. They believed it would be beneficial for all three of you. Illumi would seek your abilities to help him with jobs  while you learned all you could from the Zoldyck Assassin.

It had become a routine until one day, Illumi had asked to court you. It took you by surprise if you were being honest. He had such a stone cold and eerie exterior, you would have never guessed he was interested in you. Nevertheless, you agreed to it because what's the worst that could happen?

Falling in love with him?

Exactly, and how hard you fell was insane. He took you to places you never dreamed of, he made you feel gorgeous at night when he would brush your hair and massage your shoulders.

Sex was great too! Well, he was your first and only so you couldn’t really make a comparison with anyone else. But even so, sex was passionate and hot with him constantly whispering words of love and lust into your ear. 

It's been a year since you and Illumi made things official and he recently passed the hunter exam. He decided it's time you met his family.

You swallowed your saliva in order to make your throat more dry. “I’m nervous ill’, what if your family doesn’t like me.” You are sweating a bit, you haven’t heard much from Illumi about his family. Only that they’re the world’s greatest assassins and that they could have your head removed from your shoulders any time they want.

“Appease my mother as much as you can. Pay your respects to my father and Grandfather. Feel free to ignore Milluki.”

You still are. “What..?” Seriously? That was it? That didn’t help much.You guess it couldn;t be helped. Illumi was always quite vague with his answers.

“Come. If we want to reach the mansion, we’ll have to begin the trek up now.”

****

It took longer than you expected, forty seven minutes to be exact. If you were a normal civilian, you reckon it would have taken six hours and that's subtracting all the obstacles and guards that were stationed around the estate. Although, you shouldn’t be surprised, you're sure the heads of the Zoldyck family would be a hefty reward for anyone who was strong enough to take them.

“Here we are.” The view of the mansion was ginormous. At the front, it looked like any normal manor but the rest of it was just… mountain. Like the building was built into the mountain, the building itself looked like it was five stories high. “Woah..” you mumbled.

“It's okay I guess.” Your lover mused. Sometimes you wondered if your boyfriend ever got surprised.

It was then you noticed three people standing by the front of the manor, an old man with his back bent, a taller man with a body builder body and a woman in the most extreme outfit you’ve ever seen.

“Is that your…”

“Be calm and don’t let them know your fear.”

You wouldn’t call it fear but you were shaking. You two approach the older members of Illumi’s family, you swallow your saliva and take a deep breath. EVerything will be fine. As long as you manifest it in your mind, everything will be great. You’ll greet them, you’ll have dinner with them, you will have a pleasant conversation with them and they will like you-

“Mother, Father, Grandfather. I would like you to meet (Y/n) (L/n). My partner for the foreseeable future.”

Oh crap, you were already in front of them. You bowed your head to show your respect.

“Hello Madame, Sir and Sir. I’m very happy to be finally meeting you-”

“Is that what you're wearing to officially meet us?” You heard a female voice grunt. You were certainly caught off guard, you knew you were already off to a bad start. Looking up, the voice came from Illumi’s mother, Kikyo. “Sorry, Madame-”

She cut you off again.” And honestly, look at yourself! You're clearly sweating and your hair is mangled! You call this presentable?! I am appalled by this!” You shrunk into yourself. Were you really that bad? You wore some black leggings, a blue strapless undershirt with a high neckline and a white cropped waistcoat and a pair of pumps. 

(Definitely not something you picked up from the troublesome duo)

You didn’t want to over dress for this exact reason, you knew you would be going up the mountain and would sweat. But was it that noticeable?

“Leave the girl alone Kikyo, It's her first time traveling up the mountain so she’ll understandably be exhausted.” Spoke Silva. Illumi’s father. You smiled, at least he was a bit more considerate. You noticed the Grandfather, Zeno inspecting you, He nodded his head and hummed. “Yes, Yes. I see she is quite diamond. Rough around the edges but a little work will fix it.”

Really? His grandfather has already assessed you and that you can be fixed.

“Please Father. You're giving this girl way too much credit.”

Ok, you were really starting to not like Illumi’s mother. “Mother, Please refrain from insulting my lover too much, she isn’t as elegant or graceful as you yet.” You had to refrain from letting your jaw slip, But you could definitely feel your eyeballs nearly burst from your sockets. ‘Excuse me?!’

“Hm, I guess not.” She retorted.

“That's enough, we’ll leave you two to freshen up before dinner.” Silva demanded. He walked away with Zeno and Kikyo following him. However, you noticed Kikyo looked back at you and growled. This woman had only met you seconds ago and she really had it out for you. You were confused as to what you did to piss her off so much.

BUt if you were being honest, you were more angry than confused.

More so at Illumi than Kikyo.

*********

The walk to your room was agonizing. After you had entered the mansion with Illumi, he instructed the butlers to guide you to your room. From what you knew, they had already brought your luggage there. 

“Here are your main quarters. Madame Kikyo had it all arranged for you, however we ask for an escort whenever you leave your room, the mansion itself is tricky and you may find yourself lost.” The female butler instructed. She opened the door and you were appalled at the scene.

The wallpaper was ugly yellow color. It had a textured pattern but the pattern in itself was revolting. The bedsheets were a green color, something you’d picture on an old man’s bed. The furniture looked new but it was its color that was off putting. A red polish glistened over all the wood. The curtains were orange and the carpet you stood on was purple.

Just the horrible color combinations of this room deeply disturbed you. “Is something wrong Ma’am?” The Butler asked. You shook your head and held your hands up. “No-no! Of course not. Tell Mrs Zoldyck I am grateful!” She nodded her head and once you stepped inside the room, she closed the door. With you finally seeking privacy, you groaned. “It's official! I never had a chance from the start.”

Honestly, why else would his mother put you in such an off putting room. “I need to sit down…” You went over to the desk with the intention to put your head on the flat surface. But. The chair wouldn’t budge. “What the hell..?” It was incredibly heavy. It took you a while to pull it out but the time you did, you were already tuckered out.

“Forget this!” You hopped onto the bed but immediately regretted it.

The mattress was rock solid. You pulled the blankets off and the mattress looked normal, but when you tried to push down on it, it wouldn’t move. “What the hell?!” You sunk down and rubbed your face. You were becoming more and more frustrated. What did this woman have against you?

“Y/n?” Spoke, the last person you wanted to see.

“Come in…” You groaned.

Illumi walked in, not in the least put off by the room. “I came to see how you’ve settled in.” You turned your face away from him and grunted. “Yeah. it's been a pleasure.” He bends down to your level to face you, but you refuse to look at him. “Judging from your expression and attitude, you're being sarcastic and you're clearly upset. Tell me what's wrong.”

You exploded. “What’s wrong Illumi is that your mother has decided she doesn’t like me! And I’m not just basing that off from our first conversation. Look at this room Illumi! It's hideous. The furniture is heavy like why? And the mattress is not comfortable. It looks like a mattress but I’m convinced it's just a concrete block.”

Your boyfriend sighed. “My mother has always had impeccable taste. Our furniture is always heavy, there is no room for weakness in our family. And that mattress is used for training, to get our bodies used to sleeping in uncomfortable situations. She’s probably just testing you.”

“Yeah well I don’t appreciate being tested, Illumi.” You scoff, getting up and making your way over to the window. You saw endless forests. Your lover comes up from behind you and rubs your shoulders to which you immediately relax. “Darling. This is all just a necessary precaution. You know I want to make you my wife but in order to do that, my family must believe you have what it takes.” You turn around to face him.  An expression of sadness coating your face.

“And what if I don’t have what it takes? What then?” His expression doesn’t change in the slightest.

“You do. I know so. Just be patient, you will be accepted.” He held you in a tight embrace and you reciprocated. That wasn’t what you wanted to hear but you were grateful to know he had faith in you. He kissed your neck and his fingers crept under your shirt. He ran his long digits up your back making you shiver in glee.

“Illumi~ , You know I have to get ready for dinner.” You purred, digging your fingers into his shoulders to bring him closer. “Dinner won’t be ready till seven, Until then, I want you all to myself. “He growled viciously into your neck. You bit his ear lobe as a way to entice him further. It worked beautifully as he grabbed the back of your thighs and hoisted your legs around his waist.

“In the shower?” You ask.

“Yes.” He hushed.

He brought you into the bathroom and slammed the door shut with his foot where he proceeded to do unspeakable things to you. In short, he fucked you in the shower.

******

“So, which dress?” You asked, holding out an array of dresses you had put on hangers so that your lover who was currently sitting on the bed, drying his long raven locks could have a proper look. “This isn’t your usual style.” He noted. It was true. Most of the dresses you had brought were new and appropriately modest.

Usually, you would wear shorter and more flashy dresses. You picked up a certain hobby of attending clubs with Illumi and Hisoka, the night life suited you. Well, at least you thought so. “Well, I am meeting your parents and I’m sure your mother would approve more of these dresses than my other ones.”

“You're not wrong there.” He said.

You froze, glaring at him with evil eyes. “Hey, what's that supposed to mean?” Your eyebrow twitched and he hummed. “I was only agreeing with you. My mother would prefer these dresses.” You were getting annoyed. It wasn’t what he said but how he said it. Like it was to be expected.

“Do you prefer these dresses?” You interrogated. He stood up and tossed the towel onto the bed. “Well, You are going to be my wife soon, so I would like it if you dressed a little more modestly.” Your mouth went agape but you quickly closed it. “If you didn’t like the dresses before, then why didn’t you say anything?” You growled.

He took off the towel covering his waist and began putting his clothes back on. “Because you seemed to enjoy wearing those clothes. But once we are married, that’ll have to stop. You’ll be a Zoldyck soon so you must conduct yourself properly.” He went to the door and you had to hold yourself back from saying something disrespectful. He opened the door and looked back at you.

“Where the blue dress. You're not a Zoldyck yet so wearing purple would be unbecoming.”

He left the room and left you feeling like absolute shit. Was he displeased by your wardrobe? Would you really have to forfeit your lifestyle just to fit in with Illumi’s image of you? You have to try, you knew your relationship was meaningful, you loved Illumi to the moon and back. You had to fight for him, because you were positive he would do the same for you.

“Blue dress it is then.”

You looked at the desk where you put a golden necklace on. It was given to you as a gift by Illumi on your first date. It had three diamonds in the center, making a mental note to wear it.

*****

You and Illumi walked to the main banquet hall, arms interlocked with one another. He had worn a purple outfit, one that you found rather dashing on him while you wore a long frilly baby blue dress. You had taken out any prior piercings and covered up any noticeable tattoos or scars. You were going for a certain look that will appeal to his family, one in your mind that you believe his family would approve of. You played with the gold necklace on your collar bone.

“The dress suits you well dear, you should wear it more often.” He commented. You held back any feelings of negativity, tried to forget what he had said earlier. Illumi says things he doesn’t mean, he’s a bit simple minded. He doesn’t understand what he’s done wrong. You forgive him.

“Thank you, Illumi.” You smile. The butlers open the door and you're welcomed inside the hall. You see Kikyo talking with her husband, a girl standing off to the side watching her mother. She has a bob haircut and a lovely kimono. You see Zeno looking out a large window, probably staring off at the setting sun.

 The last person you spotted was a boy sitting on an expensive looking lounge chair, tapping his foot incessantly on the floor. He was plus sized and looked similar to Illumi which made you cringe internally. “So, This is your whole family?” You asked, twirling your pointer fingers together.

“Well, There’s Great Great Grandfather Maha but no one really knows where he goes- There's Milluki over there, feel free to ignore him, I always do and my younger brother Killua isn’t here. He’s off playing a child. There's the thing in the basement and then there's Kalluto over there.”

You resist making any facial expressions. How the hell were you supposed to take that all in? Things in the basement? Ignore Milluki- his great grandfather is alive? His Grandfather looks old enough already. “Oh!....That's nice.” Just smile through it. Just smile through it all!

“Dinner is ready.” Called a giant lady from a door on the other side of the hall. She had a monocle and her hair in two high pigtail braids. Everyone stopped what they were doing to be seated. Zeno sat at one end of the table while Silva sat at the other end. But before he did, he pulled out Kikyo’s seat.

“Come.” Illumi whispered to you. He pulled out the seat next to Zeno, where he gestured for you to sit. “Thank you Illumi.” You hummed before taking your seat next to Zeno. He took his seat next to you which was also by Silva. Kalluto sat beside his mother.

“Hey! Where’s my seat!?” Roared the large boy. You looked around and noticed there were only six chairs in total. “She’s in my seat!” He hollered pointing towards you, you really weren’t in the mood to get on anyone’s bad side. “Uh.. okay- I’ll just excuse myself-”

“Don’t.” You heard the deep sturdy tone of Silva’s command. You were going to exit the chair but his voice stopped you from moving. He looked back at his son. “Milluki, we have a guest tonight. The servants will bring you your food to your room.” 

The boy wasn’t happy with this decision and grunted. “Fine!” He stomped off and you could feel the awkward tension in the air. You nervously kept your hands together, you didn’t know if this night was off to a bad start or not. “Sorry about that, forgive Milluki, he’s a bit stubborn.” Silva added, looking at you.

“Oh no, it's fine. I just hope I haven’t caused anyone any trouble.” You answered back. Dinner was served and you were each served your helpings. You noticed no one had touched the food yet so you waited as well. You notice  some eye contact between Silva and Zeno before they nod their heads. It was only then everyone started to help themselves.

You looked around the different dishes they had. Tempura, gyoza, seafood, salad. Healthy dishes. You took what you could get and cut into some food. The butlers came around and served wine. You took a small sip before Silva redirected his attention to you.

“So, tell me (Y/n). What is it that you do for a living?” You looked over at Illumi as he continued to eat. “Well, I’m a hunter. I haven’t decided what type of hunter I’ll be but I’m currently a fighter in Heaven's area.” He hummed. “How did you come to meet Illumi?”

“I met him through Hisoka. Me and Hisoka have a give/take partnership. I help him and he helps me. He thought it would be beneficial for both me and Illumi to meet and partner up together.” Your response was professional, maybe too professional? 

“Hmm.. I see.”

He went back to his food and so did you, it was terribly quiet, apart from the clinking sounds of cutlery and dishes. It felt awkward, was this how everyone feels when they go to meet their significant other’s family? Kalluto, the girl sitting in front of you was staring at you. Once you caught wind of her observation, you froze.

You looked around the table to see if anyone else was going to bud in. It was then, she spoke.

“So, what nen type are you?”

If you could bonk yourself on the head you would. After hearing her voice, you could make the calculation in your head. That this little girl was in fact a little boy. Needless to say, you felt incredibly stupid. “Huh hem!” You heard the Kikyo sound as you turned to look at her. “I do believe my Darling Kalluto just asked you a question. It's rude just to ignore him.”

“Oh.” You whispered, looking back at the young boy who kept his glare on you. This family put you on edge, you wouldn’t lie to yourself but isn;t every family meeting like this? You would soon get over this stage and be closer with his family. Yeah. That’s how it will go.

“I’m a specialist. I can use tarot cards to see different futures of my clients, depending what card they choose. I’m also… well…” You were hesitant to say you were an exorcist. Your father always told you to keep your exorcist abilities to yourself. That it would be dangerous if anyone found out since exorcists were long sought for.

“Speak up girl, what are you? A kitchen mouse?” Kikyo spoke up in a snide attitude. It was then you almost forgot where you were. This was Illumi’s family and possibly in the future, your family too.

Hopefully…

“I’m an exorcist. I can deactivate nen curses and what not.” Everyone stopped eating. Silva and Zeno weren’t looking at you but you could tell you had caused the silence. Kikyo on the other hand didn’t look happy, there wasn’t much of her face you could identify but by the way she scowled and bit her lips to prevent herself from making an unpleasant sound that had become obvious to you. After a while, Zeno spoke up. “Illumi, why haven't you told us sooner that you have found such a competent and utilitarian spouse.”

With that, Kikyo had slammed her hands down on the table, standing up, giving you a fright. “Father please! Don’t give this girl any more credit! For all we know, she could be lying to just show off!” You shrunk in your seat, this woman was terrifying. Why did you assume that you were lying?

“Well, Illumi? Answer your Grandfather.” Silva said, completely ignoring his wife.

Illumi put his cutlery down. “Because, I wasn’t sure at first if we would be together long term, I wanted to see if she was up to being my potential spouse, that and her preference for keeping her ability a secret. As her boyfriend, it would not do well on my part to expose her secrets.”

You could feel your heart flutter, Illumi kept your ability confidential for your sake. You smiled. You knew Illumi said things that can come out a certain way, but you always knew, deep down he was looking out for you.

“Is that so?” Kikyo spat, looking directly at you from across the table. You were thankful you were neither beside or across her directly. “Then let me ask you some questions ‘dearie’ and I better not catch you on a lie!” she barked. “Wife, is this interrogation necessary?” Silva sighed. He looked fed up.

Kikyo looked at him like he was mad. Well you couldn;t tell with the strange robotic visor she was wearing but that was the vibe she gave off. “Oh course Silva! This is Illumi’s future we’re talking about! I can’t have him wasting it on some tramp!” You gasped at her outburst. You mouth agape. You couldn’t hold back the “Excuse me?” coming from your tongue.

You felt Illumi suddenly grab your arm in a tight grip. You looked over at him, his hold on you was painful, he gave you a look that told you to drop it. You were hurt and he won’t come to your defense? “Illumi..” You whispered.

“Tell me, (Y/n). How exactly do you plan on becoming one of us? Have you ever killed someone? Do you have what it takes to uphold the honor and tradition that this clan has carried for more than two centuries?” 

You became speechless. Although you’ve trained with Illumi and Hisoka, had your share of fights in the heavens area, you never took a life. You had never been in a position where you had to make that call. And the honor and tradition thing? You didn’t know how much honor a group of assassins could have but you were sure they had plenty of traditions since they raise their children from birth to be cold blooded killers.

“N-No.. I haven’t. I don’t know where you’re going with this Mrs Zoldyck. Isn’t it enough that I love your son and want to find happiness with him?” You argued. She sneered at your statement and pointed a fan at you. “Love? Happiness? Don’t be such a child! You're marrying into the clan of the world’s greatest assassins and you expect to get by on ‘Love' and ‘Happiness’? Don’t make me laugh.”

Your bottom lip wobbled, you wanted to cry, sob. This woman was terrible.

“Also, while we’re on the matter of spouses and marriage. When you become Illumi’s wife, you will have to bear his children. There isn’t any ifs, ands or buts about it. Do you think you're capable of taking on the role of a mother and being the next matriarch of this household?”

You stuttered, finding the right words to say. “Mrs Zoldyck. I do believe the discussion of children and what I do with my body should be between me and Illumi. Besides, I’m only twenty, Illumi and I have our lives ahead of us. Wouldn’t it be better for us to work on ourselves and each other before we think about bringing kids into the world?”

The woman growled, clearly displeased with you. “You're only twenty? Pssh! I had Illumi when I was eighteen and look at how I raised him! He is a capable and competent assassin! All of my children will be the best of the best because I didn’t dilly dally on my duties as the Zoldyck Matriarch! You are completely unfit to marry my Illumi and that's that!”

You had to hide your face in shame. You were in tears. How did this woman have the gall to talk to you the way she did? What's worse is that Illumi didn’t speak on your behalf, not once.

“Kikyo, my dear. I believe you’ve grilled the girl quite enough tonight. (Y/n), you are free to leave.” Zeno groaned, slapping a hand against his face. “Thank you Mr Zoldyck…” You mumbled before you got out of your chair despite its weight and rushed out of the dining hall. You let the tears roll down your face as you let out ugly sobs.

“Miss (L/n). I’m here to escort you back to your room.” The butler from before came from seemingly nowhere to offer her assistance. You didn’t dare deny her request. “Yes, Please.” You wailed, following her. You honestly just wanted to go to sleep and forget this dinner ever happened. You had never had never been this emotionally drained before and you didn’t think you could cope.

“(Y/n)!” Illumi called from down the hall, stopping your butler from carrying out her duties. You knew she would be reprimanded if she disobeyed Illumi. You sniffed and wiped your tears away. He approached you both and waved off your butler.

“(Y/n),  come back with me. You need to apologize to my mother, she doesn’t know it yet but you are new to this. I promise you I can set us on the right track. She’s a stubborn woman but she’ll see your perfect-”

“Illumi stop!” You scowled. He looked as surprised as an emotionally dead assassin can be. You scratched your head while wiping your eye. “I am not in the mood to deal with any more crap tonight. Your mother is clearly not my biggest fan and doesn’t want you and I to marry. What is the point of this anymore? I should leave tomorrow…”

“No.” He said. You looked up at him and he had a face of anger, one you haven’t seen before and it made the hairs on your arms and legs stand up. “You are tired. You're not thinking straight. You need to rest.” he declared, picking you up and carrying you down the hall.

“Illumi stop! Let go!” You protested but he ignored you. You were brought to his room where you were tost onto his (much cozier and comfortable) bed. Your heeled shoes were torn off and your dress was lifted off from above your head, leaving you in just your underwear.

“You are an ungrateful woman, you know?” he chastised, taking off his own clothes. “Do you want to throw away everything we have because of my mother's stubbornness? She will accept you, but are you ready to back out so easily?” You felt your heart become heavy with guilt as he reached behind you and took your bra off.

“Did our relationship really mean nothing if you’re just effortlessly giving up?” You covered your face and sobbed. “I’m sorry Illumi! I’m so sorry! I tried my best! I just don’t want your family to resent me!” He gently pushed you onto your back and took your panties off.

“It’s okay. I understand. You want my mother’s approval. You will receive it soon, you just need to work a little harder.” he whispered. He pulled the blankets out from underneath you and got beside you in the bed. “You want to make it up to me, don’t you?” His eyes, you loved his eyes. But there were times they absolutely terrified you. You nodded your head as he removed his boxers and had you lay down on your side.

He cuddled into your back and kissed your neck. You moaned in bliss. You felt the head of his cock intrude your folds and groaned at the slight pain of taking him inch by inch unlubricated. Illumi loved having you cockwarm him after missions or just in general whenever you're at your apartment. He wrapped his arms around your waist and snuggled his head in the crook of your neck.

“I love you Illumi.” You uttered as sleep took you.

“I know..” He uttered back.

******

Kikyo was mad. She was full on ballistic as she paced around her private room. Biting her nails, Huffing and puffing, physically stopping herself from destroying anything in her room. “That little harlot..!” She sneered, taking her hat off and removing her robotic visor from her face.

There she got a good look at herself in her vanity mirror.  Her eyes that were once dark like her children’s were now gray. Many years ago, before she had married Silva, she had contracted an eye disease that to this day has no cure. She had been losing her vision. Silva gifted her with the visor so she would not have to depend on her eyes.

But she could see, she could see the fury in her own eyes as she pulled out her bun, letting her jet black hair that she keeps hidden fall down her shoulders until it hit where her thighs were. She always knew she was a beautiful woman, she took pride in it. (She wished Killua hadn’t stabbed her so she didn’t have to wear these ridiculous bandages) 

She took pride in many things, like her family. her children especially. Illumi was like her in every way, she wished him to have the best of the best. That girl was not the very best of the best. She will never make a good assassin nor integrate into her ideals of what a Zoldyck should be.

She sat down in her seat and opened a cabinet in her vanity. Inside were individual photo albums of all her children. She picked up Illumi’s and opened the first page where she saw his first picture. He was in her arms minutes after she had given birth. She never knew she could love someone so much after spending years looking after herself.

She had made a vow to herself that her children would have everything she never had. The best of the best, the finer things of life. She growled at the image of you in her head. You would not do it. You were below what she wanted for Illumi. She needed Illumi to see that you did not deserve him.

She put her visor back on with disregard for her hair or her hat. She marched over to a set of drawers where she kept a small laptop and placed it on her vanity. It gave her access to the Zoldyck database. Granted she wasn’t as good at computers as her son Milluki but she knew enough.

She went into a small section of profiles that was updated regularly. She didn’t want to resort to this so soon but the last thing she wanted was someone to take Illumi away and tear down all the hard work she put into him. She needed someone she could control. Someone who will obey her and worship her as their mother.

She smirked as she send invites to the five best profiles on her screen.

****

The next morning you awoke in Illumi’s bed, but Illumi was nowhere in sight. There were signs of the bathroom being used but you didn;t think he was still in there. A knock was reverberated on the door. “Miss (L/n), May I come in?” Remembering you were naked, you wrapped the blankets around you to hide your indecency. “Come in.” You yelled quietly.

The butler was pushing a trolley, on the top, there looked to be a tray of food and juice, on the middle tray were some of your selfcare products you had brought with you. On the bottom were your clothes from yesterday, washed, iron and folded neatly. “I’ve brought you your clothes and some breakfast Miss (L/n).”

“Thank you, Miss..?” You never caught her name. She bowed her head in respect. “My name is Quincy, Miss (L/n). Feel free to address me as such.” You nodded and smiled. “Thank you Quincy.” She left and you immediately hopped out of bed and grabbed one of Illumi’s shirt’s from his closet.

You approached his trolley and saw a simple breakfast of rice, egg and bacon. A glass of juice sat next to your hot bowl with a folded piece of paper. You took the paper and unfolded it. 

Dear (Y/n),

I realize how unbecoming it was of my mother to interrogate you like that at dinner in front of the family. You must have been uncomfortable and nervous and it is to my shame that you had to endure that.

Allow me to make it up to you, at this point, you have missed breakfast but I would not have you sit with us after the humiliation you suffered last night and my failure to stop it.  Enjoy this breakfast and use the shower. I would like you to meet with me in the gardens at twelve o’clock. I have a gift for you.

Forever yours,

Illumi Zoldyck.

You rubbed your eyes and a sad smile graced your lips. You knew he cared about you, you just knew it. Hopefully this would all be resolved soon and maybe just maybe, this would make you two stronger.

*********

Kikyo peered into the training room and smirked as her eldest son was completing his cool down stretches. She was in a mood. A good mood shockingly enough but for all the wrong reasons. In her eyes, Illumi was perfect. Her perfect boy who she had raised to be the perfect killer. It took blood sweat and tears but the final result was everything she had hoped for.

Now if only Killua could follow his example, then everything would be jolly but not everything goes to plan. She could only have faith in her husband's words and hope that Killua comes back home. But for now, she’ll wait patiently. He does have that needle in his head so he should be safe.

But for now, she was worried about her current problem, how to get rid of the wench that had seduced her precious Illumi. To her it was unforgivable. The unforgivable crime of having her firstborn stolen from her by some little goody two shoes rat. Illumi is simply minded. Sure this girl may seem pretty but she’s strong. Too strong for Kikyo to feel comfortable with.

Being a specialist and an exorcist is definitely something to brag about but still, from what she knows, she slowly but steadily becomes better and better in combat and her nen abilities. She needs a woman she can control, someone who wouldn’t dare rise against her or turn her son against her.

She’s too kind hearted and loving. That could weaken Illumi and that's not what he needs.

But if he was only using her for things like sexual gradtification then she would understand, her son was young man and he needs an outlet to release all his wants and desires on. But even so, she may be a pretty girl, but she’s not the most beautiful creature to walk the earth.

And she would make her son see that.

“Oh Illumi dear!” She walked inside the training room and Illumi completely halted his actions. “Yes mother, what is it you require of me?” He stood up and was on the same level and she put on a fake smile. A smile she wore many times in her youth when she posed as a damsel in distress in order to get closer to her targets.

“Illumi dear, I haven’t spent much time with you recently and I think you and I should have some mother-son bonding time. Don’t you think that's appropriate?” He tilted his head at her request. “That's new, you usually don’t ask such of me.” He stated. Kikyo got ticked off by the answer and slammed her fan down into the palm of her hand. 

“And!? Are you questioning that I have some form of ulterior motive?! How dare you disrespect me like that Illumi! You ungrateful child!” You spat. Illumi blinked and sighed. “I didn’t say that Mother, I just said you don’t usually ask me things like that.” She began to fake tears of betrayal and fell to her knees. “Is it too much for a mother to spend some time with her first born! After all, you are about to leave me behind for some other woman! How can you be so careless of my feelings,iIl?!”

He sighed and bent down to caress his mother’s back. “I’m sorry mother, I had no idea I was thinking so carelessly. Allow me to go check on (Y/n) first.” He stood up but his mother grabbed his arm. “Oh don’t be silly Ill, I’ve already sent a butler to come and show her around. Come let us go to the Gazebo.” She proceeded to drag him out of the training room, uncaring of his protests to shower first due to his clothes being riddled with sweat.

Her plan was showing results.

Kikyo spotted Butler, Quincy leaving the laundry room, a pair of clothes neatly ironed and folded. She placed them on the bottom shelf of the trolly, having already collected the Harlot’s toiletries and breakfast. Kikyo came out from her hiding spot and approached the female butler.

“Servant.” She commanded, Quincy stiffened and turned around to face the lady of the house. “Yes My Lady?” She bowed her head quickly as a sign of respect. Kikyo handed her a folded piece of paper. “Put the note beside her food. I want you to head straight to her room and deliver her food to her. Don’t answer any questions about the note. Tell her it's not for you to say. Once it's there, leave immediately.”

Quincy nodded her head. “Yes My Lady.” She shuffled off, pushing the trolley off in the direction of Illumi’s room. Kikyo smiled victorious. She felt offended that the girl didn’t sleep in the room she set up for her but she is her darling Illumi’s plaything, it can’t be helped.

This will teach her to come to her home and try to steal her son away. She had seen Illumi’s handwriting many times, so forging a note was easy work. This will surely drive them apart.

*******

Saying you were sad was an understatement. You were incredibly distraught. 

After breakfast, you spent much time in the bathroom, shaving your bodily hair, plucking eyebrows, using expensive serum’s to make your skin glow, eye masks, lip masks, face masks, pore strips and eyelash serums. You could keep going. You maintained your hair so it was silky and moving, just how illumi liked it. You spent ten minutes making sure there were no knots in your hair.

And now you were at the gardens, you arrived five minutes early to make sure you didn’t miss him. You then looked at your watch. It read twelve thirty five, you had been sitting on this stone bench for forty minutes and you were completely stumped. Why hadn’t Illumi shown up?

“Miss (L/n)? Are you alright Ma’am?” You looked to your right and spotted Quincy. She bowed and you were honestly getting sick of all the formalities. “No, not really. Illumi promised to meet me here half an hour ago.” You shook your head. You didn’t know what to do anymore. “That is quite strange. Master Illumi is quite punctual.” She informed you but you couldn’t help but put your face in your hands and groan.

“What is up with him? I’ve never seen him act like this. It scares me..”

“Is there something we can help you with, Miss (L/n)?” said a deep voice.

You turned the opposite direction and saw it was the old woman from the other day and a much younger woman with long black hair and grayish green eyes. They approached and bowed slightly. “Ms. Tsubone! Ms Amane!” Quincy bowed quickly at the two other butlers and you were just confused on what was happening.

“My lady, I am Tsubone. Master Silva’s personal butler and this is my granddaughter, Amane. If there’s something troubling you, we’d be more than happy to assist.” She gave a gentle smile, her granddaughter didn’t give one though. You could tell she was trying to come off as friendly. “Well, the only thing I want right now is to see Illumi. He promised to meet me half an hour ago.”

“Master Illumi? Why, He is with his mother at her gazebo.” Tsubone informed. Your face dropped. Then it turned to anger. You quickly stood up. “What!? What is he doing there! He promised to meet me-” You froze and looked at Quincy. Something wasn’t adding up. You pulled out the note.

“Quincy, who gave you this note?” You demanded. Quincy kept her lips sealed, only uttering. “It's not for me to say..” You began to get frustrated. “Okay, someone is keeping secrets from me and this isn’t cool!” Tsubone tapped your shoulder. “If you allow me, my lady.” She held out her hand and you handed her the note. She opened it up and observed the note.

The paper was a light lavender color The paper itself was embroidered with a darker orchid design.

“I recognise this paper anywhere. Madame Kikyo keeps a notebook filled with these types of pages on her vanity, and uses them to write notes to her husband.” You felt stupid after her analogy. Of course! Of course that witch would pull something like this. You’ve been completely bamboozled.

“I knew it.. I knew things couldn’t be that simple. No. Things can never be simple.” You wail, keeping your tears out of your eyes. This woman was doing this to get a rise from you. You massage your temples and groan. “When can I get a moment of peace? Why is she doing this? Why is Illumi letting her do this?” 

“If I may, shall I give you some advice ma’am.” The older woman spoke. You nodded and took a seat on the stone bench. “Master Illumi takes after his mother, Madame Kikyo. I served the Zoldyck clan long before Madame Kikyo became the Matriarch. She is not a good woman. She is a twisted woman and those traits shine strong in master’s Illumi and Milluki.”

You listened carefully to her words. You always knew that Illumi wasn’t the most morally gray man to live, he and Hisoka were always up to no good but you loved him, so you thought you could live with that. “You my dear seem like a kind and compassionate woman, it's obvious you care about master Illumi. In another world, there might have been a chance you could’ve helped him with his demons. But I’m afraid as long as Madame Kikyo is alive, she will always have her claws sunk deep into him.”

“No! That can’t be!” You protested. Your fingers twisted through your locks and pulled at them. “She’s his mother, she can’t seriously control his movements his entire life. For instance, Illumi chose me! He asked to court me, why would he let her mess everything up!” You rubbed your bare arms, Tsubone bowed slightly. “(Y/n), may I call you that?” she requested.

“Um, of course.” You granted. Tsubone sat on the other end of the bench and looked you straight in the eyes. You knew the nexts words she would say would be harsh but something tells you, you need to hear her out. “(Y/n), Master Illumi is not the heir of the Zoldyck clan, I’m sure you know this. That privilege has been left to his younger brother Killua. One the main reasons he is not the heir is because he is too unstable and power hungry for his own good. (Y/n), leave this place, leave master Illumi while you can. I fear if you stay too long, both Master Illumi and Madame Kikyo will break you down, destroy you until you are a putty, and you will be molded to be the ideal woman they want you to be.”

“That… That…” You couldn’t get what you wanted to say out loud. Not until you were interrupted.

“My, My. What is all this commotion?” Sounded an old voice.

The three butlers bowed and you noticed Zeno approach the four of you. “Ah, Mr Zoldyck.” You got up and bowed your head. Zeno waved off the butlers. “Go, leave us be.” The three butlers dispersed at his command. “Is there something I could help you with Mr Zoldyck?” He chuckled at your question. “Child, just Zeno will do just fine..” You blushed as he walked past you. “I- I’m sorry… Zeno?” It felt weird referring to him by his given name, like what your doing is forbidden.

“Me and Kalluto will be heading up the mountain, since Illumi’s not with you, will you join us?” He offered, you looked around, it didn’t appear that your boyfriend would be showing up any time soon so you nodded. “Um… Okay.” You joined him but his side and walked towards wherever he was leading you too.

*****

“So tell me, what do your parents do for a living?” The old man asked as you traveled up the mountain, you kept a steady pace with him as Kalluto kept silent. He didn’t seem like he wanted to talk much and you could respect that. “My father is a ruins hunter. My mother died a year after I was born. She had stage four cancer that went undetected. Dad has raised me ever since.” You both hop over a trench, Kalluto following you.

“I’m sorry to hear that, it must have been hard for your father. Dealing with Child rearing and work.” He stated, you couldn’t help but giggle. “Hm? What's funny?” the old man’s interest in you had peaked. “I don't think it was hard. My dad always told me that even though it was sad we lost mom, his team was there to help pick him back up.” You then divulged your life story to the old man.

You had a happy childhood, your dad would take you on many adventures and you can’t remember a moment when you were sad. It wasn’t just your dad, he had a whole team filled with different hunters who you considered family. A couple in the team had a few kids who you would look after where every morning, you woke up to a fresh catch and everynight, you would sleep under the stars.

“Well, it seems you had a very cheerful childhood.” The old man noted and you nodded. “Yeah, I remember when I left my dad’s team to become a hunter and fighter at heavens arena, everything was very different. The city, the people. I was scared at first but it became okay- oh!” You noticed a certain flourish of leaf-like sprouts coming from the ground.

“What are you doing now?” Zeno seemed confused by your actions. “This is a rare plant! I’ve only seen it in books but apparently it's meant to strengthen your immune system and it's great for building up resistance to poisons and venoms.” That seemed to earn a laugh from Zeno. “That rare plant is a native species to this mountain. We cultivated it to survive and the volcanic soil surely helps with its growth. We always cook it with our meals.”

Even Kalluto was surprised. “I didn’t know that grandfather.” He looked down at his grandson and snickered. “Well we do have the genes, it’s what helped us get where we needed to be.” You smiled, at least now you knew why Illumi was so unaffected by poison now. “That is so cool!” You commented.

The three of you finally made it up the mountain, Zeno sat on a tree stump to rest his weary bones. You went further into the crevice of the mountain and saw the gaping hole of where the volcanic lava should be. “How long has the volcano been asleep for?” You asked Zeno as he rolled his shoulders. 

“Can’t say, I do believe it might have been a few thousand years.” He commented. You looked out at the view but you couldn’t really see much due to the cloud bank. “Aw man… If these clouds weren’t here, I’m positive I could see the world tree..” You moaned.

You felt a tug on your shirt and you looked down to see Kalluto trying to get your attention. “Oh, Is there something you need, Kalluto?” He remained silent. He reminded you of Illumi in a way, very silent and kinda vague. “You said you can read fortunes with tarot cards, can you read mine?”

Your mouth gaped and turned into a smile. “Aw, of course I can!” You said giddily. Kalluto took offense and sneered. “Hey! Don’t be like that! I just want to see if you're telling the truth!” You chuckled before sitting down on the ground. “Okay, Okay. Let's get started!”

Kalluto joined you on the ground and you reached into your card pouch. In your hands were the key to your fortune and clairvoyance. The back of your cards were blue, they were an old brand that your father and you picked up at an old store that sold crystals and what not. You think you were eight when you got these.

You shuffled the cards in your hands, Kalluto spoke up. “So, how long have you done tarot card readings?” He asked. You smirked. “Well I got these twelve years ago, but it took me a while to remember all the cards names and their meanings. So maybe eleven, ten? I wasn’t the brightest kid.” He looked at you like you were stupid and you expected that reaction.

You laid the cards out in front of you in a neat row and looked down at your client. “Well go on, choose one card.” he stuttered. “Wait, hang on, explain to me how these work again!” You nodded. “In this deck are twenty two cards, each with a positive and negative meeting. You will choose one and depending on what card you choose, will determine what part of your future I will see. Are you ready?”

He nods in turn and scans through the selection. You don’t look at the cards because many people think you looking at a particular card means something. It's in all honesty a random shuffle, you don’t know which card he’ll choose.

“Um…uhh….This one!” He picked up a card and handed it to you. You took the card and turned it over so he could see it. “The hanged man, a traitor who surrendered to his fate. Many sacrifice themselves in the name of martyrdom when they believe what they are doing is right, but it could be no matter how much you bet on it, there could always be a negative outcome…. Would you like to see more?”

Kalluto was confused by your words. But the minute he handed your card to him, you could already see the painful yet needed journey he was in for. He nodded cautiously. You held out your hands and he took them.

“WHY!? Why would Killua leave us?”

“I’ll make this right, I will bring him home.”

“Welcome to the phantom troupe.”

Kalluto pulled away when visions of the future came piling into his head. He fell back and looked at you with wide eyes. “What was that?!” he barked. Your eyes were dull, that he noticed. You closed your eyelids and rubbed them. “That was just a small peek into your potential future.”

“Potential?!”  He squeaked.

“These visions are subjective, the future always changes depending on the decisions you make. It's clear that you want someone back in your life, to bring stability. You will be willing to go to great lengths to ensure this but, ask yourself, are you doing it for yourself or for them?” You picked up your cards and put them back into their pouch before you stood up and walked over to Zeno who looked amused at the scene.

“That looked quite impressive.” He stated. You sat on the ground beside the old man, Kalluto never took his eyes off you, he looked a bit shocked, like he wasn’t ready to see what you showed him. But in your own words, A little bit of insight goes a long way. “It takes up quite a bit of nen to be honest, I always keep stores of it whenever I meditate.”

“And what you said, your visions are the subject. Something tells me you my dear don’t believe in fate.” He stroked his chin and you leaned back to look at the cloudy sky. “Nothing is set in stone, I’m a believer of the butterfly effect. You know the theory that when a butterfly flaps its wings, it can cause a typhoon somewhere else.” 

“A bit extreme if you ask me, why, can you think of an example?”

“Yeah actually. When I was living in the heavens area, i decided to stay up late one night, my match didn’t start till later on in the day. It was a bad decision on my part because I woke up later than I expected. I was in a rush to get to my fight and on my way, I ran into Hisoka who’s match wasn’t on until much later. If I decided to go to bed early and make it on time, you might be talking to someone else right now or no one at all, butterfly effect!”

The oldman chuckled at your analogy. “That is a strange way of looking at it, you are an intriguing girl (Y/n)”. A silence overcame the two of you as you stared off into the clouds. Slowly, they parted and you could see the view a lot more better. And that’s when you saw it.

“The world tree! I knew I’d be able to see it!” You grinned, pointing at the large tree in the far off distance. The old man looked at the tree too and smirked. “I remember climbing that tree once when I was a young lad, it was quite an exercise. Have you ever been there?” He asked and you nodded. “Yup, me and my dad have climbed it together a few times, we climb all the way to the top and then we’d eat some sandwiches and enjoy the view.”

You had to admit, you were enjoying your conversation with Zeno, he was a wise man and wasn’t at all what you expected. “Zeno, may I ask you a question?” He looked at you and shrugged his shoulders. “If I can answer it, then yes.”

“Is my relationship with Illumi… a losing battle?” You asked. You tried not to mumble but he heard you just fine. “It depends, why are you asking me this?”

“Well, I love Illumi… but ever since I got here, his mother has made it clear that I’m not wanted. Sure I don’t have a body count and I’m still improving my skills. I want to be recognised because that's what Illumi wants. I want to integrate into the family so that everyone will accept me but I’m kinda scared.”

He chuckled. “Scared of what? That Kikyo will feed you to Mike?”

“No!” You couldn’t help but giggle, although the thought of being fed to that overgrown hound is terrifying. “What I guess I'm saying is, if I do become a member of your family, I’ll have to reinvent myself. I have to become an assassin. I’m not judging you guys but it's a foreign concept to me. Killing people for money.”

He hummed. “I understand where you’re coming. You seem like a good person so let me tell you something. The difference between Illumi, Kikyo and I.” You were all ears, looking up at the old wise man. “You see, although it's embarrassing to admit, I’ve never taken a life outside of my targets. I keep it a principle of mine not to involve innocent people when necessary, keep my work life separate from my personal life.”

To your dread, you could already see where this was going.

“Both Kikyo and Illumi murder reguardless if the person a target or not. They are both mentally unstable, Kikyo will kill someone if they irritate her in any way, Illumi will kill someone if he finds it convenient for himself.” He stands up and you follow his lead. “Let me share some words of wisdom, (Y/n).”

“Yes Zeno.” You respond, putting your hands together, fidgeting your fingers. You wanted your relationship with him to work. Any advice would be good. 

“Illumi is a cold blooded assassin but he is capable of love. But the way he shows it and goes about it is self destructive and dangerous. Up until we met you, I’ve only known him to only be capable of showing love to his family. That fact he met you and fell in love is surprising but I have no doubt in my mind he will do anything in his power to keep you where he wants you.” He finished.

“But what about his mother? To him, she can do no wrong in his eyes.”

“You're right about that, he always has some backwards logic to justify her actions. I would be wary if I were you (Y/n) and watch your back.”

He called Kalluto to come follow him as he descended down the mountain. You followed their steps and began to go over everything that happened since yesterday. Kikyo doesn’t like you. Illumi wants you to conform and work harder for her approval. Tsubone has advised you that getting involved with Illumi was not good on your part and Zeno backs it up by telling you that Illumi is too psychotic for a healthy relationship.

You needed a fucking drink.

****

Descending the mountain until you caught sight of the Zoldyck mansion.  You felt a sense of dread. You would have to face Illumi and Kikyo. You began to question why you even agreed to come here in the first place, the worst decision you ever made. You knew you couldn’t avoid your boyfriend but you had to have a long talk about him and his priorities.

Speaking of the devil, as you entered the gardens with Zeno and Kalluto, you saw none other than your beloved Illumi heading straight for you. “(Y/n).” He did not look happy, and he had an emotionless expression on his face. That spoke volumes on just how well you knew him. “Illumi, I can explain-”

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, you couldn’t help but blush at the contact. “Illumi..?” His grip got tighter and tighter as if you could disappear at any moment. “Where did you go? I searched everywhere for you.” Was he scared that you might have left? “Well-”

“I invited (Y/n) to come up the mountain with me and Kalluto. Calm yourself, we had an insightful chat. In my opinion, she's a bit of your league grandson.” Zeno interfered, putting his hands behind his back and walking off. Kalluto stepped to your side, looking up at you. “Hey, (Y/n)..” He uttered.

You looked down at him from Illumi’s tight grasp. “Yes Kalluto?” He had a light blush on his face before muttering. “Yourprettycool.” quickly before running off to join his grandfather. That honestly surprised you, you thought that he may have some feelings of uneasiness or resentment. You guess not.

“Well, it seems your grandfather and brother like me!” You joked. But Illumi kept staring at you with those serious eyes. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. “You love me right?” He asked, you were silent, you had no idea where this was going but your gut was telling you it was bad. “Uh- Of course I do. Why would you ask me that?” He pulled away from you harshly. “Would you do anything for me?”

“Yes, Illumi… What's going on?” he grabbed your wrist and pulled you along.

“My mother has invited some guests.”

*****

Illumi dragged you along to the east side of the manor while you tried to tell him he was hurting you. The butlers opened some large doors into a large drawing room. You paled.

Inside was Kikyo, she looked well as she always did. Wearing her large extravagant dress and frilly hat. She was surrounded by many young beautiful women in extravagant dresses like her. They all looked to be around the same age as you, maybe a bit older. They all had a look of disdain directed towards you.

“Illumi! There you are, please come and talk with us, these women are dying to meet you.” 

At that point, you were done being polite. You were pissed. “Just what the fuck is going on here?!” you screamed. Beautiful woman, around the same age as you and dressed like her? This wasn’t a fucking coincidence.

“You rude little trollop! Illumi, tell her what is going on.” Kikyo smirked. Illumi looked at you and for once, you didn’t recognise him. “Mother has gathered these women to be prospective brides. We’ve come to an agreement.” He seemed… pleased. You didn’t like that.

“Basically!” She interrupted, standing up, the other ladies joining her. They all had devious smiles, like they were about to ruin your day, maybe even your whole life. “These lovely women are from respectable clans, all drained in the ways of assassination. One of them will have the honor of joining our clan and become Illumi’s wife. Meanwhile, we’ve agreed that you’ll become his mistress. You did say you would do anything for him.” The woman by her giggled, making you feel like a fool.

“Illumi. You can’t be serious! Do you realize what you're agreeing to?” You bark.

“It's fine.” He sighed.

“What do you mean it's fine!?” you screeched.

“Don’t shout like that, it's immature. I’m doing it for you. I know I can’t force you to become an assassin. You being a mistress will be a good thing. We can still be together.” He responded condescendingly. You heard the gaggle of women giggle. “Well there you have it! (Y/n), be a dear and return to your quarters, Illumi must decide which one of these beautiful ladies will be his wife.” Kikyo spoke.

He walked forward and you felt a wave of emotions. Humiliation, shame, anger, sadness and worst of all betrayal. You came to the ever prolonged conclusion that even if you fought for Illumi, he would not fight for you. It was over from the beginning, he was never going to fight Kikyo for you. And that was a fact.

The women continued to snicker at you, you felt helpless, trapped. This would be your life from now-

….now…

You reached up to your collar bone and felt for the necklace. The one Illumi had gifted you. It was then you realized you do have a choice. You always had a choice. And you decided at that moment that you don’t deserve this.

Without a moment's hesitation, you ripped the necklace from your body and threw it at Illumi’s head. He didn’t dodge it but he didn’t see it coming. The room went quiet. Illumi turned to face you and Kikyo growled. “How dare you?! I welcome you into my house and this is how you repay my kindness!?”

Illumi’s face had changed progressively, he was annoyed but he was also confused on why you did that. You would not cry, you would not shed a tear. You only had one thing left to say to him.

“You and I are fucking done.”

You stormed out of the drawing room. You heard voices being raised.

“(Y/n)! Come back!” Illumi yelled.

“Don’t bother with her my dear! She was never good enough for you!” Kikyo argued.

You were finished with this relationship. It was sickening, thinking you and him would be forever only to find out he was nothing but… momma’s boy? A coward? No… It didn’t matter any more. You no longer wanted anything to do with him. 

You found your room and  immediately began to shove your clothes into your bag, uncaring if they got crumbled. You were positive your toiletries were still in Illumi’s bathroom. “Fuck it..” You cursed, you could always buy more when you got back to the city. Just grab your things and go, no one was forcing you to stay here.

“(Y/n).” You heard the harsh voice of your now ex boyfriend. You turned around and went white. He was oozing bloodlust, you had only seen him like this a few times but it had never been directed at you. You swallowed and gripped your hands into tight fists. You would not let Illumi force you into submission.

“Illumi, please get out of my way.” You were forced out. It was scary seeing him like this, but you had to be brave, not to show him any weakness. “You can't leave me.  You really want to throw everything we have away?”  You scoffed at the hypocrisy of this man. “If you're so willing to cast me aside for your mother, then yes. I am.” You grab your bag and rush past him but he grabs your wrists.

“You should go to sleep, it's getting late.” He stated before pulling you out of your room and dragging you off in the direction of his room. “Illumi! Let go of me! I said I’m done!” he gripped your wrist tighter as you tried to pull away, even digging your feet into the floor to resist. “No you’re not, we are still together! Are you acting like a child because of this? Nothing has changed.”

“Nothing has changed?! You just agreed to make me a side hoe! All the while you get married to another and have kids with her!” You challenged, trying harder to pull away, dropping your bag so you could use your other hand to pull him away from you. “That's what you're worried about? Sure I’ll be married to another woman but my sights will always be on you. You and I can still have kids, don;t worry about that.”

“What? So your mother can take them away from me as soon as they're born?! Don’t make me laugh! I’m done wasting any more of my time and energy on you! I tried to do this for you, I tried to fight for you but you won’t do that for me, especially in the face of your controlling mother!” You barked.

That pissed him off. “Do NOT talk about my mother, do not bring my family into this. This is between you and me.” You scoffed at his response. “How can I not- actually, here look at this lovely letter you put on my tray this morning!” You grabbed the purple note and shoved it into his hands. He opened it and read it slowly.

“I never sent you this.” He said, which made you laugh. “Yeah, cause she planted it there. I was outside waiting for half an hour until Tsubone came and told me that the paper came from the notepad your mother had in her room. She has constantly set me up for failure and instead of siding with me, defending me you choose to bow down to her!” You pointed out.

“I do not bow down to my mother, you're being ridiculous. Not to mention you're giving yourself too much credit for being a victim. You can’t handle the pressure of being a Zoldyck. Perhaps I was wrong about you…” He was mocking you, so you would smack him with the truth.

“No Illumi, The only person who is wrong is you. Your mother has her nails so deep in you, you can’t even see it. Your nothing but a slave Illumi…to your family.. To your mother and to yourself. Your so trapped in your worker bee mindset, you can’t even see how FUCK UP you’ve become! I should of gotten the fuck out Heavans area if I had known a cowardly brian dead slave like you was gonna walk into my life-”

*SLAP*

“AGH!” You squealed as Illumi backhanded you across the face, sending your skidding across the floor, you felt dizzy at first. You couldn’t make heads or tails of what was going on. But you could hear Illumi’s footsteps get closer to you. “STOP! Get away from me! You monster!”

“Now…”

“Illumi! That's enough!” Barked the familiar voice of Zeno as he interrupted Illumi.

Finally your vision came to you as Zeno approached you two with Silva in tow. “Father, Grandfather.” Illumi acknowledged. You looked down at yourself and you were covered in your own blood. Illumi had broken your nose and your lip had been busted. The shock was only leaving and only then could you feel the pain Illumi had inflicted on you.

You couldn;t stop the flood of tears as you looked at the men you once loved. You could no longer recognise him. He had a violent tendency but never did you think he could or would hit you. Its like someone had ripped off a pair of rose coloured glasses from your face and made you look at the truth.

“Illumi, how much longer do you plan to dishonor our clan?!” Zeno barked. Illumi tilted his head dumbfoundedly. “What do you mean?” Silva had already gotten sick of all this drama happening in his house. “Kikyo already told us your agreement, what respectable woman is to sit back and let you treat her like this. It's bad enough you let Kikyo walk all over your relationship but raising your hand against her when she expressed the desire to leave?” 

“I was disciplining her, I thought that was necessary with one's wife.” Illumi argued before Zeno pushed past him. “Except she’s not yours. Not anymore.” Zeno offered his hand and you gratefully took it. “Tsubone, Amane.” Silva commanded as his two butlers  appeared. “Yes master Silva?” They said gracefully. 

“Take (Y/n) here and escort her to the airport, she wishes to leave.” Silva said, unfeeling.

“Yes sir.” Tsubone responded, taking your bag and taking your hand as Zeno passed you along. “Come now my dear, let's go.” She said comfortingly as Amane handed you a handkerchief for your face. You took it and allowed them to escort you out of the mansion.

****

“Is your nose ok?” Amane asked to help you down the mountain while you trained to keep awake, the smack took a lot out of you, the blood coming from your nose had stopped but you were still dizzy. “I think he broke my nose..” You sobbed

Tsubone let out a sad sigh. “I’m sorry you had to endure this, but I’m glad you found the courage to stand up to him.” You hummed acknowledgement. It was hard but in a way you needed to experience this. It was your first relationship so of course you didn’t see the red flags. Now you know better. Hopefully the nest man you meet will be nothing like Illumi-

“Mike!” Amane shouted. You looked up at the huge hound dog and paled. “He must have smelled your blood and came here!”

“Shit.” You cursed The two butlers in front of you. “(Y/n)! Stay back!” You actually backed up until Mike laid down and crawled on his belly towards you. Now if this had been a smaller dog, you would of found this adorable but with this big ass dog, you were fucking terrified.

“Oh, He’s not showing signs of aggression.” Tsubone noticed as they let  him pass. You backed into a tree and he cornered you. “S-Stop! N-Nice doggie…!” The dog sniffed you, around your lower torso, taking a nice long sniff. “Uh.. Is he gonna eat me..?” You squirmed as he got up and circled you almost protectively.

“No, but I don’t know why he’s acting like that. He only acts so friendly if it's one of the Zoldycks.” Tsubone commented as Amane came to retrieve you from the big dog. He had followed you to the testing gate and whined. It was nice to know only a few people in this place had your back but this was probably this last time you’ll see them or this place.

You shook your head to rid yourself of any doubt, as the testing gates were opened and you left the Zoldyck estate.

****

“Did you have to ruin the boy’s relationship?”

Kikyo didn’t notice her husband coming into her private chambers. She had been dressed for bed, wearing a silk nightdress and a sheer feather robe. Her hair was let down and the only thing she had yet to remove was her visor.

Her Husband was standing in the doorway, his arms crossed and his face contorted in a look of annoyance. “Ruin? I have no idea what you're on about dear, I simply showed the boy the truth.” She removed her pink lipstick, her favorite shade she wore daily.

“These actions of yours will have serious consequences Kikyo, have you thought about that?” He sneered approaching her vanity. He was angry, she could see he was trying to stop himself from roaring. “Honestly Silva, the girl would have never integrated into the family. She is too soft. Our new guests are girls trained from childhood to be the best of the best. They’ll do what they’re told. It's better this way for Illumi.”

“When has that boy even asked anything of us?” Silva questioned. That question put Kikyo off. “What? What do you mean?” She slowly stood up to stand face to face with her husband. She’s always known him to be unfeeling, it's how he has to be if he wants his children to be anything like him.

“For as long as I’ve known him, Illumi has always done what he told. Everything he has ever done has always been for the sake of the family. You and I both know that if it came down to it, he would die for this family-”

“Get to the point, Sliva!”

They were at a standstill with one another. Silva sighed, already fed up with the conversation. “The point is, you took away the only thing he wanted. If he wanted the perfect assassin bride, he would have come to us but no. He chose that girl.” Kikyo chuckled at Silva’s assumption. “Dear, Do you honestly think Illumi is going to throw a tantrum because I took one of his toys away? Don’t be foolish, he’s not a child.”

“He may not be a child, but he's a fully grown, cold blood killer who’s mentally unstable.” As soon as Silva spoke those words, Kikyo freaked out. “HOW DARE YOU! There is nothing wrong with him! All my sons are perfect. You’ll see, by tomorrow, he will have forgotten all about it.”

“ No Kikyo, by tomorrow, he will start to act out, he will fall so deep that not even you can pull him back up. Mark my words, this is only the beginning.” Silva stated before leaving his wife’s chambers.

****

Hey. Can we talk?

Can you please get over this tantrum? I want to see you.

Where are you right now? Are you meeting up with Hisoka?

You're not doing yourself any favors by dragging this out, talk to me.

I know you miss me, just talk to me and we can put this all behind us.

You know you’re in the wrong, I tried to help you.

My mother would have accepted you with open arms, you’re being too emotional.

Why are you not answering? You’re overreacting about all of this, I think you need professional help.

Why are you still ignoring me? Is it because I hit you? You brought that upon yourself.

Stop ignoring me.

Pick up your phone.

ANSWER ME.

STOP IGNORING ME.

Illumi stared down at his phone, his scream had been cracked. Why were you behaving like this? Won’t you be a good girl and come back to him? He had been messaging you on all your socials. Texting you, trying to facetime you, call you. He guessed you might have been upset so he set a few letters to your house along with a few bouquets of flowers and gifts.

How long has it been? Two? Three weeks since he last saw you. When he’s not on missions, he’s held up in his room, looking at his phone. He’s either trying to get through to you or looking at photos you two had taken together. He decided to take a break from contacting you and to look at your more recent pictures.

He stopped at the picture you had sent him. It was taken the morning before you left for his house. He was spooning you in bed and you put on a goofy face before taking a selfie. He remembered that morning all too well. You were so good for him. You were the best.

After that picture, you asked him for permission to suck his cock which he allowed. You looked so beautiful, using your mouth to pleasure him. After that, he tied your hands to the bedpost and ate you out. Afterwards you and him made breakfast. You sat at the table together in a comfortable silence, eating french toast and bacon. 

You two had gotten in the shower where you massaged shampoo into his scalp and went to work on his hair. He liked allowing himself to be vulnerable. Only in front of you though. He did the same for you and you two had relaxed in the bath together, allowing the minerals you had put in before to sink into your skins.

After a light yoga session, he had rubbed your feet to make sure they didn’t get sore. Afterwards you had asked his permission to kiss him, he granted it and you had crawled onto his lap to smooch him. He remembers holding your waist and grinding you against his clothed cock until he shoved you onto the couch and pumped a nice creampie into your pussy, filling you up nicely.

Why? Why did things have to end the way they did? Did you not understand everything he tried to do for you? Sure he would be married to another woman but that wouldn;t mean his feelings would change for you. He would never feel comfortable with another woman. Couldn’t you see you were the one for him?

He won’t be happy with anyone else.

“Illumi dear?” He heard the shy voice of his mother as she entered the room. She came to check in on him. Over the past few weeks, she had been distant. Too distant for her own liking. Never bothering to look at her, say hello when he comes home from a mission.

It's been a week since the woman she invited over had left. She had instructed them to do whatever they could to have Illumi fall in love with them, but not a single one was able to live up to her expectations. He always shut them out or ignored him. She told them to pack up and leave, that they would  try again in the future.

“Yes… Mother..?” He was tired. He’d never sleep. Maybe two to three times a week at best. The bags under his eyes were proof enough. Kikyo was startled at her son’s condition. “Illumi! What is going on!? This is no way to conduct yourself!” He was on the floor, in the dark. Simply staring at his phone.

She turned on the light and was even more appalled at what she saw. He had been covered in poorly wrapped bandages, bloody could be seen through his coverings and judging the shape of his body, he had lost weight. “Illumi! Look at yourself! You’re scaring me!” She marched over to him and pulled the phone out of his hand.

“Don’t-”

The only thing she saw was photos. Photos and videos of him and (Y/n). Some wholesome, some lewd. But altogether, they looked happy with one another. “Illumi..” She wanted to say more but he aggressively snatched the phone out of her hand. “Don’t go touching my belongings.” He growled.

“Illumi!” she cried as he stomped over to his bathroom and slammed the door. Looking around his room, it was in disarray. His sheets did not look clean, there were visible stains, certain stains she could easily recognise, being a married woman, she grabbed his duvet and threw it over his bed to cover them.

While doing that, she smelt a strong fragrance coming from them, noticing a purple perfume bottle on his nice stand, she grabbed it. It must have belonged to (Y/n). Illumi had been spraying it on his bed at night. She also noticed the perfume was from one of those lewd lingerie companies. typical.

“Illumi, please talk to me.” She said calmly, opening his bathroom door. He was standing over his sink, brushing his teeth, with a pink toothbrush... He turned to look at her, he had some pink fluffy headband pushing his hair back, on the sink was a punch of feminine looking facial products and tools. Even the hair brush was a shade of hot pink. “Illumi… Is that.. (Y/n)’s toothbrush you're using..?”

He didn’t say anything, only proceeded to slam the door in her face.

****

“I messed up.”

Kikyo admitted after storming into Silva’s personal chambers and sitting in the chair in front of him. Silva merely relaxed, a face of indifference on him as his hound snored. “I told you this would happen. This is only a taste of things to come. He will spiral out of control and there is nothing you can do about it.” He looked away from his wife.

Kikyo bit her nails, thinking. “There has to be a way to fix this… that girl is our only solution..” she scowled. As much as she didn’t want to admit it that girl was the only solution to fixing her son. “True, she might have been the solution.”

“Might?! Silva, I’ve seen the boy brush his teeth with HER toothbrush, using her tools and products. Hell, all he does when he’s home is look at pictures of her. I think it's safe to say she is the solution!” Why was her husband being like this? First he tells her that this girl and Illumi should be left alone and now he wants to avoid involving her?

“Kikyo, I won’t involve that girl any more. She’s already made up her mind she no longer wants anything to do with Illumi. Unless you’ve got a good reason to bring her back, then I don’t want you or anyone going after the girl.” Silva demanded. His words were absolute. Kikyo growled, storming out of his room.

She couldn’t have this continue. Her son’s sanity and dignity as an assassin was at stake. Those wounds on his body, they aren't self inflicted but she could tell he’s been slacking off. He no longer cares if he gets injured, he’s not upholding that standard of what a Zoldyck assassin should be.

She entered her room and grabbed her dial phone, punching in the numbers to the butler's quarters. “Hello?! Yes, Gotoh. Bring me Votu. I have a mission for him!”

****

“Well, well, well. It's been a while since you and I have seen each other~.”

You went to meet up with Hisoka in Yorknew after a few weeks of isolating in your apartment. You were dealing with what people called ‘The five stages of grief.’ The grief of your now dead romance with Illumi, you hadn’t told anyone yet but you figured you should tell Hisoka. You do plan on walking away from the partnership.

“Yeah, well forgive me magician, I was going through a bit of turmoil.” You sat down on the bar stool next to Hisoka. You were wearing a short shimmering silver dress, hoop earrings and 5 inch heels. He hummed in amusement, swirling his whiskey around in his glass before turning to the bartender. “A drink for her please, what will you be having~?” He asked You sighed before looking at the bartender. “I’ll have what he’s having.”

The bartender nodded. “So, Illumi told me you were behaving like a brat at his place~ But I wanted to get your side of the story~” You groaned at his name. Resisting the urge to rub your face, not wanting to smudge your makeup. “Do you want the long version or the short version?”  You asked.

“Don’t bore me with the details, short version.”

“Bascially, Illumi’s mother is the devil but Illumi sees her like some fucking angel. Hates me for no reason. Made it pretty fucking apparent when she invited five other hoes to be wife while they agreed I would be some mistress. So I said, fuck that shit, I’m out. Illumi got annoyed, didn’t want me to leave, so I called him and he hit me in the face. So yeah, I broke up with him.” You clapped your hands as the bartender put your drink in front of you. 

You took a much needed drink of your whiskey, letting out a sigh of relief. Looking back at Hisoka, he had a look of surprise. “What?” you asked. He in turn took a sip of his own drink. “Well, I wasn’t expecting that..” He remarked.

“What were you expecting?” You questioned, looking at the rack of liquor on the shelves. “I don’t know If I’m being honest, I’ve never met his family, he doesn;t like anyone contacting his family.” You two finished your drinks and ordered more. “So what will you do now? It's not like you can avoid him.” He noted.

“Actually, I can. I never want to see him. So, I’m ending the partnership…” You sighed, he raised his eyebrows. “What? Are you being serious?” He questioned. “Look Hisoka, You know I have nothing against you, I just don’t think I can ever be around Illumi again. I will be there for you if you ever need me, I owe you a lot.” You drank from your sugary cocktail as he chose another bourbon. 

“Well, it's your decision. I can’t force you. Are you here for the auction?” He changed the subject and you shook your head. “No, I just came here to talk to you.”

“Well that's good. I wouldn’t have gone to that auction if I were you.”

“Why do you mean?”

He used his fingers on the bar in a crawling motion. “Oh..” You knew what that meant. It meant he was up to no good with the Phantom troupe. “So what will you do now? Will you continue fighting in Heavens area?” You shook your head. “No, I’m done with Heavens area. For now anyway. I think I’m going to go join my dad and his team on the field. I’m a hunter so I’m gonna do my best to be like him-”

You felt a flood of pain enter your brain and you clutched the side of your head.

“Are you alright?” He asked as you took another sip of your cocktail. “I’m fine..” He just continued to stare at you. “What? Hisoka, you're kinda freaking me out.” You looked away, not wanting to face him. “Since when do you wear so much makeup?” You froze. “I.. uh.. Broke out.”

Your nose was fine, your lips too. But over the course of the last few weeks, your face broke out, acne covering  your forehead, cheeks and chin and body. You’ve been doing all you can to stop it but you know the reason why it's happening.

“(Y/n). Are you sick? Women’s troubles?” He asked quietly. You didn’t see any more reason to hide it from him.

“I’m pregnant.” You stated. 

Not loud enough for everyone to hear, just to reach Hisoka’s ears. He didn’t know how to react, his face was stone cold. “Did.. I hear that correctly?” You nodded. “Yeah. I went to the doctor to get a blood test two weeks ago which confirmed it.” Hisoka looked left and right before coming back over to you. “How far along are you?” he asked.

“Seven weeks.” You muttered. A serious expression painted his features. “If Illumi or the other Zoldycks find out-”

“Don’t worry, I’m going to book an appointment at a clinic in the federation of Ochima. I’m meeting up with my dad and his team for their next expedition. I’m going to abort it…” You said sadly, taking a last drink from your cocktail before ordering another one. “By your tone, you sound like you don’t want to.”

“I don’t know. But I can’t risk being hunted down by the Zoldycks of all people. Besides, if I did give birth to this child, it would resent its life. They would be trained like Illumi was and I don’t wish that upon anyone.” Hisoka hummed at your resolve. “I have to admit, Illumi always did have a few screws loose. I don’t think he would be proper father material anyways.”

It hurt you more than anything but Hisoka was right. Before you had visited the Zoldycks and got a true glimpse into what their lives are like, you dreamed of what your life would be like. Illumi always told you he wanted to start a family with you. You would dream of a nice happy home, children in your arms, Illumi coming home to greet you with a kiss everyday.

That dream had been shattered.

“It doesn’t matter anyway. My flight is this week so I probably won’t see you for a few months.”

“Shall we drink for new beginnings?” Hiskoa raised his glass, a smirk on his devilish face.

“Lets.” You clink your glass with his.

*****

“The girl is pregnant, madam.” Spoke Votu on the other end of the receiver.

“What?! Are you sure?” Kikyo huffed, sitting at her vanity, looking at herself in the vanity mirror, biting her nails. “Affirmative Madame.” Seven weeks but she discussed with Morow that she plans to abort the child once she reaches The Federation of Ochima.”

“I see.” She stopped biting her nails to straighten her hat. “Would you like any further action from me madam?” Votu asked, currently standing on the street outside the bar you were in, talking to Kikyo on the phone.

“Yes, I want you to tail that girl and give me any more updates. But before that, break into that clinic she got her blood work done and fax me those results. I need prove she is indeed with child and remember, do not mention a word about the abortion. Do you understand Votu?”

“Of course madame, I will take this with me to the grave.”

“Good.” She slammed the receiver back onto the base of the dial phone.

****

“Silva!” Kikyo cried as she burst into the dining room where her father, husband, and Kalluto were currently eating breakfast in silence. First thing Kikyo did that morning was go to Milluki’s room where the fax machine was kept for Zoldyck intelligence only. He was a bit surprised to see her come in so early.

After she confirmed with Votu that the results he sent her were correct, she rushed to her husband’s side.

“What is it now, wife?” He asked, slightly annoyed. She put the papers in front of him so he may read it himself. “What is this Kikyo..?” She slammed her hands to show her authority. “Positive Pregnancy test results Silva! What else?”

“Are you guys having another baby?” Zeno asked curiously and worried.

“Am I going to have another sibling, mother?” Kalluto pipped, eyes full of hope.

“What? No! Don’t be ridiculous.” Kikyo fumed while pointing her finger at a certain section of the page. “Look there.” Silva looked to where his wife had directed him. “(Y/n) (L/n)” Silva read out loud. The room went dead silent. Everyone stopped eating. “(Y/n) is pregnant with Illumi’s baby. Is that enough reason to bring her back here?”

“How do you even know this in the first place?”  Silva interrogated. 

“I sent one of the butlers to do a bit of recon work on her. You said it yourself, you won’t bring her back with a good reason, I had to dig up whatever I could.” That caused Silva to sneer. “And how do I know these results aren't fake? For all I know you had someone forge these.”

“Do you believe I would go that far? As far as anyone is concerned, she could have at least a million photos of Illumi on her phone she could give out to blacklist hunters, Each one giving her a million jenny! Jeopardizing Illumi’s anonymity? Why would I fabricate something like this?!” Kikyo argued.

At the end of the table, Zeno shrugged. “She does have a point, Silva.”

The man folded his muscled arms, going over all the information that he had just received. “Where is this butler you had watch the girl?” Kikyo in turn folded her arms. “Votu. Is currently watching (Y/n), His last report told me she flew back to her apartment in Padokea and is ending her apartment lease with her landlord. She’s already packed up and on her way to the Federation of Ochima.” 

“I see..” Silva was still debating it in his mind so Kikyo decided to give him the extra nudge.

“Look Silva! That girl is pregnant with a Zoldyck child! We can not allow her to walk around with Illumi’s bastard. This will put a serious stain on our reputation and honor if enemies are found out. It would smear our very name. We will look no more like lowly, unruly mercenaries.”

After that, Silva stood up and faced his wife. “Okay then. I’ve made my decision. While I do not want this girl involved in any more petty drama you have going on with, We can not ignore that she is carrying our grandchild. Inform Illumi and tell him we will allow him to go get her back.”

She nodded her head and as she exited the hall, she had a malicious smirk on her face.

****

As she wandered down the hallway to illumi’s room, it finally snapped in her head. She was going to be a grandmother. A grandmother. It was one thing having your own kids but having them give birth to their own children. Kikyo felt elated, cheery, happy. She never once thought what having grandchildren was like but now one thing was for certain.

She wants them and there was no way you were going through that abortion.

Before she entered Illumi’s room, she pinched her cheeks and thought sad thoughts. “Killua leaving home. Killua making friends. Killua abandoning me.” She quietly chanted to herself before she dramatically bursted into Illumi’s room without a care on what he was doing. “Illumi!”

He was on his bed, going through his phone, looking at pictures of her before his mother burst in, gracefully falling to the floor with tears flowing past her visor. “Oh Illumi! Illumi my son!” he cried. He didn’t care. He didn’t think he could care any more. Not about his mother, Hisoka, hell not even Killua. Not unless (Y/n) was with him-

“It's (Y/n) my dear! Oh my goodness Illumi, My poor heart can no longer take this suffering!”

Well, that got his attention. “Mother? What's wrong? What happened to (Y/n)?” He put his phone down and got off his bed, crouching beside his mother. She in turn grabbed his shoulders. “Illumi! (Y/n) is seven weeks pregnant! Pregnant you here! And we have no doubt that the child is yours!”

Illumi froze, for weeks you’ve been ignoring his calls, his text and all other forms of contacting you. These past few weeks, he has felt empty without you by his side. Not being able to touch you, hear your voice. He even started to regret hitting you. And then his mother comes in and tells him you are with child. His child. He didn’t know what else to say, other than-

“Well, yes. We had sex almost everyday.”

Kikyo went silent, looking at him with an awkward stare before going back to bawling her eyes out. “That's not even the worst thing! She plans to abort the pregnancy! She wishes to deprive me of my first grandbaby!” In a second, Illumi’s emotions went from hopeful to murderous.

“....What..?” His bloodlust began to ooze everywhere, had she not seen him like that a million times, she might have been scared. Illumi was mad, furious. His teeth chattered with pure rage. First you abandon him out of ill temper and now you want to kill his baby? Kikyo grabbed her son by the face to have him look into her visor.

“Listen to me Illumi and Listen well. Your father and grandfather are under the assumption she intends to keep the baby. If they knew the truth, they would not have told me to tell you to go and drag her back here. Do you understand what I am saying Illumi?”

He clenched his teeth together as his bloodlust eased. He knew what he must do.”

“Crystal.” He sneered.

“Good, I have a butler tailing her to The federation of Ochima, I’ll give you his contact and let him know your-”

“Mother.” Illumi interrupted. Kikyo stopped in her speech as Illumi gave her a serious look. “Why are you doing this mother? I thought you disliked (Y/n). Why are you telling me this..?”

“Me? Dislike (Y/n)? No son! You have it all wrong, I was simply trying to protect you from a girl who would be the right match for you, she is a soft heart girl so you can see why I was skeptical of her. But now that I know she’s with child, this completely changes everything! I’m more than happy if you want her!” Kikyo lied through her lips. At this point, she would do anything to get her son to go along with her plans.

“I understand mother.” Before he went to stand up, Kikyo pulled him back down “But Illumi, there's something we need to discuss. You know how (Y/n) misbehaved when she came here. I don’t mind if she’s not an assassin but she must learn how to be a subservient and obedient wife. Promise me when she gets here, we’ll start on her training.”

It was that word that made him agree to it instantly. Wife. Kikyo just told him he’s allowed to make (Y/n) his wife. This is what he has wanted since the minute he knew he was in love with (Y/n). His smile was unnatural and creepy. Like a specter haunting his unaware victims, his words were absolute.

“Yes Mother.”

*****

“So, you’re telling me, you go out, you met some stranger and you decide to have unprotected sex with him?! (Y/n), I thought I warned you all about this!” Your father lectured while you sat at the table, drinking some hot chocolate. “I’m sorry dad but I was drunk! We were both drunk! Neither of us thought to use a condom and by the time I woke up, he was already gone!” you lied.

Now, Embarrassingly enough, you didn’t tell your father about your year long relationship with Illumi. One reason was because you didn’t know how he’d react to you being involved romantically with one of the most infamous killers in the world and two, Illumi wanted to wait to reveal your relationship until his parents approved of yours and gave you their blessings.

It's ironic now that you think about it. He was more concerned with his parents' approval of you then his with your father. “Whatever, what’s done is done.” He sat down beside you, running his hands through his hair. You two were in his tent on his next expedition. He met you at the airport where your two caught up. He brought you to the expedition site where everyone celebrated your return. 

You didn’t want to ruin the night by telling of your ‘So called’ one night stand and the abortion you planned on having but you couldn’t keep it from him forever. “So, when is your procedure?” He asked, taking a sip of his own hot chocolate. “Tomorrow night, I booked it in advance before I came here.”

He scratched his neck and sighed. “Listen, I’m not mad. Just a bit disappointed. I hope you learn from this and to not be so careless anymore.” He stated. You nodded. “I won’t dad. I promise.” He smiled and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

He took your empty cups and brought them to the basin where all the dirty dishes were kept. “In a few weeks, let's say you and I take a trip to the world tree. See if you can finally beat me this time.” You closed your eyes and laughed cockily. “You're on, old man!”

You hear something heavy drop to the floor.

You open your eyes and the world itself has slowed down. Nothing felt real at that moment. Your father lay on the ground, his throat slit too deeply to recover. He didn’t make a sound as all the life drained from his eyes. He went too quickly. Too quietly.

It was then reality hit you.

Your father was not moving.

“NOOOO!” You screamed at the top of you and you pushed the chairs out of your way to grab your father’s still body. “NO! No dad please! You can’t leave me! Not now! Please dad, don’t do this to me! Dad! DAD!” You screeched at the top of your lungs. You pressed your hand against his throat to stop the bleeding but it was all in vain, but you didn’t give up.

“EDITH! Please someone! Anyone please! Come help us please! Dad’s hurt! EDITH WHERE ARE YOU!?” Your continued screeching for the team's medic or just anyone to come help you save your dad. 

“I’m afraid Edith is ‘out’ at the moment.” You heard the all too familiar voice of your ex.

Illumi walked into the tent, you could see the blood on his fingernails as he looked down condescendingly and furiously. In that moment, you knew he knew. No one had to tell but you knew he knew. Did Hisoka rat you out? No, he couldn’t have done that. Hisoka is many things but a snake he isn’t, only not to those he’s actually friends with.

“Illumi…. Illumi please don’t do this to me..! I’m sorry! I’ll do whatever you want! Please just help my dad!” You were in full blown tears, having a proper hysterical fit. You heaved your chest quickly and viciously, were you going to die? It certainly felt like it. Your dad is badly hurt and he isn’t moving and illumi is angry with you. What should you do?

“(Y/n), You should calm down, all this stress of yours is not good for the baby.” He kneeled down beside you and put his hand on your belly, gently rubbing it. “Illumi! I-ill-illumi! My dad! My dad! Please help him-!”

“Yes, don’t worry. I’ll make sure your father is okay. You know you can depend on me.” Illumi smiled, making you look at him. In that moment, you knew everything would be okay. Illumi was there for you. Of course he would. He was your Illumi.

You knew you could trust him, even as he stuck a needle into the back of your neck to make you rest.

“Good girl.”

*****

You woke up with a terrible headache, your vision was blurry and you felt cold. Not unbearably cold but a chill. Thankfully whatever you were laying on was comfortable enough. Although, your arms did ache a lot.

“Ah, You’re finally awake.” You heard the voice of the devil. Your eyes shot open, even though your vision was still a bit blurry, you saw none other than Kikyo standing beside you. You looked around, you were in a holding cell of some sorts. You went to move your arms but they wouldn’t budge. You looked up and saw that your wrists had been chained to the wall.

“What is this!? What's happening!? Where’s Illumi? Where’s my DAD!?” you screamed, struggling in the bed they put you in. Looking down, they had put you in a white cotton nightdress.You kicked your legs, wanting to get free but not matter what you did, you couldn’t free yourself. You even tried to use nen but nothing worked.

“Are you finished with your tantrum? Because if you are, I’ll answer your questions.” She smiled smugly. You stayed still. You had no idea what more this woman wanted from you. “To answer your first two questions. We have placed you in solitary confinement. We became aware that you were pregnant with Illumi’s baby and decided you're much better off with us.”

You huffed sadly, looking up at the devious woman. “But why? I wasn’t planning to keep it, why go through all this trouble?” She seemed annoyed at your question, slamming her fan against her palm. “Because! You're a filthy little ingrate who sunk her paws too deep into my son! It's like he can’t function without you correctly and that became a problem! Besides, you are the womb that's holding my grandchild. I can’t simply ignore that.”

You swallowed but your throat was dry. Your sweat had made you cold and palpable fear built up in you.

“And to answer your previous question. Illumi is gone but he’ll be back in a bit. He brings you some things to make your stay comfortable, you can't have too much stress, it's bad for my grandbaby.” You were disgusted. This woman kept talking to you as if you weren’t human. Like you were only an incubator for Illumi’s baby, it sickened you.

“And for your last question, hmm! He’s gone, flew away to heaven to join your dear mother!” She said happily. You froze. So that wasn’t a dream? But that’s impossible! Illumi said he would help him, how could he do this. “But don’t worry dear, from now on, Silva will be your father and I will be your mother. I’ve decided you're much better off raising Illumi’s baby then off on missions, it's all you’ll be good for anyway.” She smiled, like it was an average tea time chat.

You started hyperventilating as she started to rant about how she’s excited for the arrival of her grandchild, hoping it would be a girl, what names she picked out, what your wedding will be like, what your dress would be like. This woman had your whole life mapped out for you and there was no longer anything you could do.”

“(Y/n), are you alright?” Illumi’s voice appeared as he walked inside to join you. At that moment, you lost it.

“NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME! YOU LIAR! YOU COWARD! YOU SAID YOU WOULD HELP HIM! WHY DIDN’T YOU HELP HIM! MURDERER! MURDERER!” You cried. Hoping anyone, anyone to come help you. But unfortunately, you were all alone in this.

“Illumi! Your wife is misbehaving!”

“I do believe she might have what some doctors call hysteria.”

“Oh! Well as her husband, you should see to it that she’s taken care of then!”

Kikyo smirked as she closed the cell door and Illumi walked towards you and put his hand up your skirt. Kikyo revealed in your screams as they traveled down the corridor.

Ah yes, What a fine daughter you will be.

For any of you wondering, I took inspiration from the new horror game, the quarry for (Y/n)'s nen ability and I've already posted this on on my A03 account if you want to check it out.

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LESSONS LEARNED, S. GOJO

sum. when your latest attempt to surpass your academic rival fails, you finally bite the bullet and sign up for a tutoring session. the problem? your rival is the one who gets assigned to be your tutor.

feat. tutor!satoru x fem!reader

cw. smut! mdni. public-ish sexual encounters, academic rivalry. this is a mini-series, each chapter will have more specified content info.

FIRST SESSION: SEXY TUTOR FINGERS UPTIGHT SLUT IN THE LIBRARY

under-the-table fingering, semi-public, hold the moan

FOURTH SESSION: SAME SEXY TUTOR COCKWARMS CLIENT WHILE STUDYING

cockwarming & condescension

FINAL SESSION: SLUT GETS FUCKED HARD AS A REWARD FOR ACING EXAM

pussy-drunk gojo, overstimulation, praise

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gimme some sugar, i am your neighbor!

neighbor!toji inspired by this tiktok (op's story has a different storyline, this fic is inspired by part 1 only!!)

word count: 4177 words

contains: mature content (minors dni!), fem!reader, slight dom!toji, slight dumbification and dacryphilia, use of petnames (doll, sweetheart, baby etc.), mentions of food (idk if a warning is needed but yeah, cake and muffins are mentioned)

a/n: FIRST FIC IN ALMOST 3 YEARS LET'S GO!! this is quite self indulgent because i love to bake LMAO. big big BIGGEST thank you to @jabamin for proofreading and helping me with this <3. gonna tag @kazushawty as well since i feel like she might enjoy this and also because i used her tutorial for headers and it worked perfectly!! i'm so happy with how it looks! :3 tagging @etherealxmaya as well 🫶🏼💗

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everyone who knew and loved you was aware of the fact that you loved baking. every birthday, anniversary, company party would only be completed by one of your baked goods.even your neighbors could tell. at least once a week, the hallway on your floor was filled with the sweet smell of pastry and baked goods. this weekend wouldn’t be any different. 

as the clock ticked in your kitchen, you went through everything needed for the cake in your head. scanning the ingredients you got the evening before, your eyes widened when you realized that you forgot to buy sugar. 

shit.

it was sunday, everything's closed and the cake for your best friend’s birthday had to be done by today. 

thus, you had no choice but to ask your neighbors for help, hoping they had some sugar you could ‘borrow’.

you had moved here months ago, but hadn’t introduced yourself properly since you were so swamped with work. this was gonna be awkward. 

like a sad dog, you took your keys and trotted over to the neighbor’s apartments, starting at the one farthest from you in hopes of someone being home. but no one opened their door and so you were forced to walk down the hallway, ringing every bell to no avail until you reached the apartment right next to yours. you rang the doorbell with ‘fushiguro’ written in sharpie over the button, your hopes already deflated. 

“coming.”

the deep voice on the other side of the door surprised you, it sounded younger than you had thought. you lived in a somewhat quiet neighborhood, most of the neighbors looking like they either had families or were close to retirement. 

another thing you didn’t expect when the door opened was to have a fucking greek god in front of you. 

he leaned against the doorway, beefy arms shown off in a tank top that looked entirely too small to be his size, accentuating his tiny waist. his legs were exposed in tiny grey sweatshorts that left little to the imagination as you tried not to stare at the dickprint that had your mouth run dry. 

“what is it, doll?” he smirked, watching you lightly jump at getting caught ogling his physique. 

“uhm, hi, sorry to disturb your afternoon. i’m the neighbor next door and i seem to have forgotten to buy sugar for a cake that needs to be done today. i just wanted to ask if you’d have some to spare, mr. uhh…” you looked at the bell sign again, ”fushiguro?” 

you almost didn't dare to look him in the face. he had an aura about him that made you feel like a giddy teenager in the presence of your crush. 

“toji is fine, doll. but yeah, i have some,” he mumbled, a smirk ever present on his lips. as he turned in the doorway, he motioned for you to follow. “come on in.”

you hesitantly followed him through the doorway, taking off your slippers and entering his living room. looking around, his apartment seemed nice and smelled like his cologne. but it looked too clean, almost sterile, as if no one really lived here. 

‘seems like he isn't home often’, you thought to yourself. 

he rummaged in the kitchen and returned to you with a half full bag of sugar. “you can take it all, i don’t use it much and it’d be a shame to waste it.” his smirk never seemed to cease. as you took the bag, you actually faced him properly. admiring his sculpted face, the little scar adorning his lips and the green eyes staring you down. his black hair was falling into his face, making his eyes seem impossibly darker. you thanked him quietly, turning to leave when he spoke again. “don't you wanna stay a bit? i'd like to get to know you a little more, doll.” 

you faced him with heat rising to your cheeks. “maybe another time, i’m somewhat in a rush.”

“at least tell me your name, sweets,” his gruff voice sent shivers down your spine and tingles from the top of your head. 

“it’s y/n.”

“alright y/n, save me a piece, will ya? i’d like to have a taste of your cake.” he winked. you nodded nervously, thanking him. you turned to leave and hurried out of his apartment to your door. 

barely able to slide the keys into the lock with your shaky hands, you almost slammed the door behind you, heavy breaths rocking your chest. you grinned to yourself. 

you had lived in this apartment for months, barely alive between work days and using your off days to recharge even just a little bit, mainly with a vibrator between your legs and a stranger’s voice in your ears as you listened to audio porn. you'd sometimes hear tojii's deep gruff voice, along with louder giggles from a different girl each time, as they passed your door to go to his apartment. the moans that followed shortly after the door would slam shut were loud enough for you to groan and lose sleep over during work nights.  

you’d hear the girls whine and cry out for him to go harder, faster, deeper. and you'd be left wondering what the appeal about him was but now that you knew what he looked like, he might just become your new fantasy. 

enough distraction, you had a cake to bake. 

now that you had all the ingredients, you mixed together a beautifully sweet batter but in your haste, you measured a little too much for your smaller baking pan.  

‘oh well, i’ll just make some muffins out of them,’ you thought to yourself. maybe you should take some to your neighbor to thank him for his kindness later. 

buttering your pan, your batter slipped right in with enough space for it to become nice and fluffy when baking. you rummaged through your drawers, searching for your muffin pan. when you found it, you lined the pan and put the rest of your batter into the little paper frills. 

once every drop of batter was distributed evenly, you pushed everything into your oven and set the timer. you cleaned up and did the dirty dishes in the time the baked goods were filling your apartment with their sweet smell. 

the timer rang and you took out the cakes and muffins, letting them cool down while you slowly prepared the icing. after a while, your baked goods had finally cooled down enough to put the icing on without it melting.  adding a few decorations and chocolate chips on top, you put your hands on your hips triumphantly with a proud grin. your best friend would love it. you were sure of it. 

looking out the window, you saw the sun beginning to set and hurriedly put a few muffins onto a plate to bring toji. looking down at yourself, you realized that you were covered in bits of batter and icing and decided to look a bit more presentable in the face of your hot dilf neighbor. 

maybe you could get lucky? you genuinely hoped so. 

you took a very quick shower, just to get the sweat off and have your body smelling nice. you slipped on your underwear as well as some shorts and a tight shirt that accentuated your chest. you hurried to get out of the door, nearly forgetting your apartment keys in your haste. 

you rang toji’s doorbell for the second time that day and yet, you still got surprised at the sculpted man standing in front of you. 

“already back for more, sweetheart?” he grinned as his eyes traveled down your body and settled on the plate in your hand. 

“i couldn't save a slice since the cake’s for my best friend but i had some batter left over and made muffins?” you offered the plate to him, a slight tremor in your voice from being in his dominating presence again. 

he chuckled and opened the door wider. “that's nice of you, come in. i’ll make some tea and we can taste them.” 

you put the plate down on the kitchen counter and again, let your eyes drift across the apartment as toji started to prepare the kettle. 

“so what do you do?” you asked, cautious and nervous, not wanting to overstep his boundaries. you heard a deep grumble from the man as he snickered. 

“unfortunately, i can't tell you that, princess.” your cheeks heated up at the pet name. 

“is it dangerous work?” 

“mhm, wouldn't want you to get caught up in it. my friend gave me his apartment for the time until i finish my assignment and then i’m gone. but if your muffins are good, i might consider coming ‘round more often.” 

the kettle whistles and he pours the hot water over the tea to let it steep. he grabs the mugs and turns around to face you. toji set them down on the coffee table in the living room and motions for you to bring the muffins over and sit. 

his massive hands made your muffins look like legos as he took one and bit into the soft baked dough. 

“mmmh so good,” he murmured as he closed his eyes in delight. “they’re delicious, y/n. you should make it a business.” 

you smiled, thanking him. you took one as well, taking a big bite. you didn't notice the icing on your cheek nor the crumbles that accumulated on your chest. 

you sure as hell didn't notice how intently toji was watching you as you took more bites. or how he inched closer to you. 

“you got a little something there, doll,” he uttered and you gasped as his lips touched the skin right next to your mouth, sucking the sweet icing off your skin. 

“t-toji…” your voice shrank into a whisper as his lips traveled to your jaw and down your neck, delivering a gentle bite. just enough to lightly bruise the skin. 

soft whimpers left your mouth as he stopped to lick the skin on your décolletage, collecting the soft crumbs on his tongue. 

you set the unfinished muffin down and let your hand tangle in his hair, gently tugging on it. he lifted his head, creeping dangerously close to yours - that same smug grin on his lips.  

“the muffins are good, but i can think of another way you can thank me.”

your face heated up and your eyes flickered between his and his plush lips. 

“i’m gonna kiss ya now. is that okay, love?” he gently inquired, calloused thumb brushing over your cheek. 

you nodded and pulled the straps of his tank top, getting him closer to you as your lips met his in a hot kiss. you could feel his lips stretch into a sly grin as his hands found your waist, using his strength to pull you on top of him. his big hands were on your hips now, following your movements as you started grinding on him. the kiss deepened, his tongue sliding across your bottom lip and you parted your lips willingly. toji sucked on your tongue lightly while his hands were massaging your breasts through your clothes. you moaned, your hips moving more desperately against his now apparent bulge. you could feel how big he was and you wondered how the fuck he was gonna fit. 

your worries melted away when he pulled back from the kiss, his mouth now attached to your jaw, kisses trailing down your neck. you could feel his teeth on your collarbone, threatening to leave a mark and you whined. “not there please…” 

you felt him smile against your skin and he left a soft kiss. “don't want anyone to see? in that case, i’ll mark you where only i can see, yeah?”

your hands tugged on his tank top and you leaned back a little to let toji pull it over his head, discarded somewhere out of your vision. he was an absolute delight to look at, abs chiseled, pecs round and a delicious v-line and a happy trail of small black hairs leading to the pot of gold. your hands slid over his warm skin and you lightly traced your nails over his erect nipples, eliciting a groan out of him. this time, your lips were on his neck and you sunk your teeth into his collarbone, the exact spot where he had wanted to mark you. he moaned, his deep voice sending electricity straight to your cunt and you clenched around nothing. you could feel your panties sticking to your pussy, but as much as you wanted him to fill you up, you wanted to feel him in your mouth first. so you slid down his lap as you marked him up some more. 

“yeah doll, mark me as yours. gonna show it off,” he smirked proudly as you settled on your knees between his thick thighs and looked up at him through your lashes. god, that sight was enough to almost make him cum in his pants like a teenager. you realized he wasn't wearing any underwear when you saw his wet tip through the leg of his pants. toji lifted his hips a little to let you pull down his tiny shorts and his fat cock twitched as your soft hand made contact with his skin. you let out a soft gasp at his sheer size and pressed a soft kiss to his base. his hand immediately settled into your hair, the other arm thrown over the back of the couch. 

you felt so intimidated by his size but you still took his leaking red tip into your warm mouth, tongue lapping up the salty pre-cum. his head was thrown back and the grip on your hair tightened. toji had to really control himself to not immediately cum in your mouth. 

you slowly started to take more of him, your hand stroking whatever you couldn't reach while the other caressed his thigh. the low grunts from the man above you sent shivers down your spine and you felt proud, knowing that you were the reason he was in this state. you continued your movements, looking up at toji with his eyes screwed shut, face and neck flushed. his hips moved to gently thrust into your warm, wet mouth and the sounds he made were just music to your ears. you moaned around his thick length, trailing your nails across his thighs, which made his thrusts a bit harder, leaving you to gag and slobber all over him. after a few more thrusts, he pulled you off his dick by your hair, panting whilst sweat coated his skin. a thin trail of spit connected your lips to his cock, the tip now an even deeper red. 

“fuck doll, that mouth of yours is too good, almost made me cum too fast,” he groaned as you stood up, pulling off your shirt and unhooking your bra. his fingers pulled the waistband of your pants, sliding them down your legs along with your panties. he smirked at the sight of the wet spot on the fabric. toji got up and pushed you onto the couch before his lips were on your chest, fingers toying with your sensitive nipples. your back arched towards him as he gently pulled on your buds and you let out a whine. “toji please, wanna feel you inside.” 

“not yet baby, need to prep you right,” he mumbled against your skin, tongue poking out to swirl around your nipple. “wouldn’t wanna split you in half.” 

he continued licking and sucking until your hands were gripping his hair, pulling him away, before switching to the other breast. but not before marking up your pretty boobs with his lips and teeth, making you whine again. as his lips engulfed the sensitive bud, you desperately tried to grind against him, trying to get some kind of friction against your leaking pussy. he gently slapped the boob that was not in his mouth, muttering “be patient doll” and you could feel him grin against your skin. when he deemed it enough, toji let go of your chest, making his way down your tummy, leaving a trail of marks on his way. you pushed the hair out of his face, his forehead slick with sweat as he tried his best to not cum as your pussy came into view. you were already so wet, you parted your legs so willingly and he hasn't even started. toji gripped your thighs as he kneeled between them, his lips against your hot skin making you moan wantonly. you couldn't even form words, you just wanted to feel him. 

“what is it, doll?” he teased, as a particularly hard bite into your flesh made your back arch and he swore he saw your cunt leak even more. 

sitting up on your elbows, you looked into his green eyes staring into your soul while his lips were anywhere but where you needed them. “make me feel good, please, toji, i need you,” you panted. 

he was just waiting for your command. his lips were on your pussy in an instant, tongue lapping up your sweet juices. 

my god, he could just get drunk off your smell, your sounds, your taste. you fell back and your hands were in his hair, hips moving against his mouth. as his tongue was circling your clenching hole, he moved his head from side to side, his nose rubbing against your clit just right. you could feel the orgasm coming, you could taste it. “i’m gonna- cumming, i’m cumming toji, ah- fuuuuckkk!”

you were pretty sure the other neighbors could hear you but you didn't care, his mouth just felt too good. 

“cum for me doll, make it messy.” his words pushed you over the edge, his nails leaving moon-shaped indents in your soft skin. you saw white behind your eyelids as your back arched. toji lapped up your slick as he let you ride out your high on his mouth until you pushed him away, overstimulation clouding your mind. 

“nuh-uh y/n, i’m not done with you just yet,” you heard him chuckle before you felt a finger slide into your tight cunt with ease. your hips moved on their own accord as you basically fucked yourself on his finger. “fuck, that's so good,” you huffed, still processing the previous orgasm. 

“yeah? my big fingers feel good in your slutty pussy?” he murmured, so desperate to fuck you silly but knowing that if he didn't prep you, you'd split in half on him. he slid another finger in and after a few thrusts in and out, even a third. you squirmed and gripped his hair, sweat running down your skin as you felt your second orgasm wash over you. toji could feel you clamping down on his thick fingers and he curled them to press against the spongy spot that made your back arch. a soundless gasp escaped your lips. he grinned and his other hand slid onto your lower tummy, thumb circling your clit as he watched your face contorting in pleasure. 

“come on, sweetheart. make a mess, cum on my fingers,” was all he needed to say for you to come undone. you gushed around his fingers and he watched as your cunt twitched uncontrollably around the digits. 

“fuuuck baby, you're so good for me,” he mumbled, sliding his fingers out of your hole with a lewd squelch that made your stomach twist in pleasure. he rose again, pushing his slicked up fingers between your lips and you sucked on them greedily, not breaking eye contact with him. he felt his dick twitch and he pulled his fingers out of your mouth. “you drive me crazy, doll.” 

you giggled as toji pushed his hair back with a sigh. he grumbled under his breath as he looked through the pile of clothes on the floor, searching the pockets of his pants for something. he found what he was looking for, carefully ripped the condom package open and slid the latex on his painfully hard cock with a hiss. he then sat on the soft couch, patting his thigh as he invited you to straddle him. 

“oh so you were prepared for this,” you laughed and he grinned back at you. “i was betting on it baby, could see the way you were undressing me with your eyes earlier.” you felt your cheeks heat up at the comment, feeling embarrassed at being caught. 

you, though, were a sight to behold right now. sweat made your skin glisten, your chest heaving as you were coping with having two mind blowing orgasms pulled out of you in a matter of minutes and your face was just so fucked out, he wasn't sure if you were even in the same realm as him. your thighs were on his hips and he helped you lift yours as you aligned his dick with your hole. you moved your hips against his length, lubing up the shaft with your juices before slowly and carefully sliding onto his cock. 

toji bit your shoulder gently as he tried not to bust immediately at the tightness that engulfed him. he groaned into your ear and your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails leaving marks on his skin as you felt yourself splitting in two as you slowly sunk down his length. you felt so full and you hadn't even taken him all the way yet. his grip on your waist tightened, you were sure he'd leave little bruises at how hard he was gripping you. 

“fuuuckkk baby, how are you still so tight?” he rhetorically asked while you babbled at how full you felt, how big he was and how good he was feeling inside you. he bottomed out with a small thrust and you let your head fall into the crook of his neck while he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and caressing your skin. you slowly moved your hips, grinding against him as soft sighs and wanton moans of his name left your lips. he got drunk off the way you were wrapping around him and the way you were completely dumb off his cock. his lips found your neck again, spurring you on to move your hips a little faster, a little more. 

“come on baby, you're doing so well f’me,” he whispered right into your ear and you cried out his name, wanting to make him proud. your cunt was dragging along his cock so deliciously and soft moans left him as your velvet walls engulfed him over and over. soon enough, your muscles were growing tired, your movements getting sloppy and he adjusted his seat, with his dick still inside you and grabbed your ass to harshly thrust up. his tip was hitting your cervix in a delightfully painful way and you felt yourself getting closer to yet another orgasm.

toji felt you clamp around his length, muttering “fuck, you're trying to snap my dick off baby. you're gonna cum again? gonna make a fuckin’ mess on my cock, hm?” he teased you, one hand sliding down for his thumb to sloppily rub against your swollen clit. your whole body shook, mindless moans and babbles leaving your lips. “fuckfuckfuck, m’cumming,” you almost screamed at this point, his proud smile only egging you on as white ecstasy washed over you and he slowed his thrusts down to ride out your high. tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, some even escaping and he caressed your cheek with his thumb. 

“oh baby, you cryin’ because i’m fucking you so good? your pussy is made for me, doll. you're doing so well f’me,” he cooed, sounding almost condescending. you nodded, completely fucked out and pretty much unable to speak. you cried out when he started thrusting faster, lewd slaps of his balls against your ass - pap pap pap - with every move. he was so close too, his hands gripping your shoulders as he used you like a fleshlight, listening to your raspy whines, your nails clawing at his shoulders. you were gonna cum again, whether you wanted or not, he would make sure of that. and soon enough, as you felt his thrusts getting sloppier, your pussy clenched around him again, cumming harder than before as he fucked up into you just a few more times before burying himself to the hilt and cumming into the rubber. he lazily thrust a few more times to ride out his orgasm and he slowly lifted your hips to slide out of you with a lewd squelch and you whined at the empty feeling. he traced little figure eights on your back as you came back to earth after being fucked into oblivion. you slumped against him and he stroked your back, chuckling when you started giggling, euphoria taking over. 

“thanks for the sugar,” you laughed tiredly, tracing your fingers over his pecs. 

“anytime, sweetheart. i’ll always have some on standby for ya, just say the word.”

a/n: THANK YOU FOR READING I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! <3

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This gone be my reminder

I WANNA BE WITH YOU, suguru geto

you and your ex boyfriend purchased two tickets to jamaica when the travel market was exceptionally low. except, you didn’t expect that eight months after purchasing your trip for the following year, you and geto would break up.

now ex lovers and too prideful to cancel their steal of a trip, how would a one week trip to jamaica treat you both?

chapters.

coming soon.

new short(ish) story i’m working on! expect chapters here and there. a tik tok inspired this idea and im mad exciteddd. also, as always, the reader will be a black woman ☺️☺️

A-freaking-dorable💕

Izumi 'Hyunjin' Miyamura 🖤

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All the writers leaving due to lack of interaction makes me really sad. Readers pls if you like something u read, pls pls pls reblog it or at least leave a comment or an anonymous ask to the writer talking about what you liked abt their fic. It only takes a moment but to the writer, it means a lot.

And to those who do reblog and leaves comments, you guys are amazing. Thank u for taking time to give feedback

scary dog privilege - best friend!eren x reader one-shot, 18+!!

hellooooo i have had this in my wips for like two entire months and i am giddy and ready to share it. this hopefully will just be a one-shot, but you guys know i love to create a universe for each of my erens so god only knows where we'll end up with this one. best friend eren appears to be my angstiest, broodiest one yet, and i love him lol. wanted to make some use of classic fanfic tropes, so here we get best friend eren and fake dating!! woohoo!!

beware: this is absolute, pure filth once you get into it lol

pairing: eren jaeger x afab reader

wc: 9.1k

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

CWs: smut, consensual hook-up, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, oral sex (fem!receiving), alcohol use, cussing, squirting, penetrative vaginal sex, swearing, use of names (baby, pretty baby, my girl), crying, multiple orgasms, eren being a menace per usual, jean's an asshole (i'm so sorry you guys know i love him but it had to happen)

have fun ;)

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This is a terrible idea, and it had been from the start. You know it and so does he, but you had insisted. Now that you’ve made your bed, you have to lay in it, you suppose. You press your forehead to the cold, tinted window of Eren’s ridiculous muscle car, ignoring the vibrations from the rock music he’s blaring and the consistent fluttering in your stomach, and think back to your conversation earlier that week.

“Come on, Eren. It’s just one night!”

“And what about after? When you run into Sasha at the coffee place or Armin after work? Did we just suddenly ‘break up’?” Eren scoffs, pushing past you to grab a Red Bull out of the fridge. You collapse into one of the barstools in his kitchen, having prepared yourself to accept defeat from the moment you posed the question.

“I just can’t face him alone,” you sigh, “it’s only been four months and Sasha told me he’s hooked up with not one, not two, but three girls already. I haven’t even had a drunken makeout at the bar.”

“So? Just because Jean’s been whoring around doesn’t mean you have anything to prove.” Eren's tone is thoroughly unimpressed as he pops the tab to his energy drink.

“You’re my best friend. I just need one tiny favor.”

“Who would even believe us? It’s not like it’s a huge party- we know everyone going.”

You cock an eyebrow. “How many times have Annie and Mikasa tried to con us into a double date? Connie’s been teasing us for years, not to mention the waiter at lunch the other day–”

“Fine!”

“Fine?”

“Fine. I’ll be your date for one night. But all of the explaining is up to you. And,” Eren takes a sip, leveling a glare at you over the top of the can, “I’m going on the record as saying that this is a bad idea.”

He may be reckless, arrogant, and a bit of a brat, but if Eren Jaeger is one thing consistently, he was right. You chance a glance at your “date”. He’s in his typical uniform: black hoodie, black jeans, the little silver chain he never takes off, key swinging over his chest as he turns the car. He looks good, appealing even. If Jean dares to show up with a girl, she won’t consider you to have downgraded, that’s for sure.

You consider your own outfit, an anxious fist tightening in your stomach at the thought of seeing Jean for the first time as an ex. He would have hated it. Your nothing-to-the-imagination outfit is all thanks to Sasha.

You had clued Sasha in on the plan; you hoped having one more agent in on your secret would help sell the act. Sasha had gone all out, lending you an incredibly low-cut black top and some black leather pants that would have caused at least a twenty-minute argument with Jean. Had he not dumped you, you remind yourself bitterly. Sasha had insisted you borrow her all-black outfit to match Eren’s typical attire “just to be cute”. In hindsight, her enthusiasm about this whole situation should have been a red flag, but you’ve already gotten everything lined up, and it’s too late for regret.

It’s far too late for hindsight, too; you’re already ten minutes into receiving the official girlfriend treatment from Eren. He had worn you down on picking you up, opening the car door, the works. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled out a bouquet of roses at this point. You can hear his obnoxious tone now: Even if you’re my fake girlfriend, you’re getting the full package. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Eren parallel parks smoothly on Armin’s quiet street, unusually busy with the buzz of a house party and lined with your friends’ cars. It’s Connie’s birthday, but Armin always hosts. It’s an unspoken rule at this point; you aren’t sure why he keeps volunteering, especially after Sasha had projectile vomited all over his bathroom at the last get-together, but again, dig your own grave and lie in it. You and Armin are in the same boat there.

When the car switches off, Eren takes a moment to consider you, wrapping and unwrapping his long fingers around the steering wheel, a nervous tic he’s had since high school. “You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you sigh, reaching for the door handle. Before you can wrap your hand around it, Eren leans over and pinches you harshly on the thigh. “Ow!”

“I open the door, remember?” Eren says, visibly annoyed.

You roll your eyes at him.“Isn’t this a bit much?”

“You think I’m going to be caught dead letting my ‘girlfriend’ open her own door? I have a reputation to uphold.”

You decide to bite back a snippy comment about the many girls who cried over Eren in college and cross your arms over your chest, pouting instead. “Fine.”

If Eren can be dramatic, so can you.

As naturally as if he had done it a hundred times, Eren slings his arm over your shoulders on the walk up towards the door; the weight of it, both physically and mentally, is heavier than you’re willing to acknowledge. When you catch sight of Bertholdt, Reiner, and Annie peering through the window, a flutter of nerves erupts your stomach; you reach a hand up to play with Eren’s fingers, absentmindedly spinning one of his rings and trying to sell the look as best you can. “We better pull this off.”

“It’ll be fine, just follow my lead.” Eren pulls you closer, kissing your hairline. Goosebumps rise all over your body; not at the action itself, but how disturbingly easy the affection seems to come to him. As Eren knocks on Armin’s bright red door, you pack that thought away and shove it to the back of your mind to collect dust.

“Hi…guys?” Armin’s friendly smile upon opening the door falters in confusion as he takes you in, absorbing the sight of you two intertwined on his doorstep. Armin’s wide, blue eyes flick between the two of you, and you can see the gears churning in his head, trying to make sense of how awfully close you and Eren are. Pitting your fake relationship against Armin’s intellect is the perfect first test; a nervous sweat breaks out under your skimpy outfit.

“Sup, ‘min?” Eren smiles back, the very picture of nonchalance, extending his free hand to shake Armin’s shoulder.

“Come on in.” Armin, ever polite, turns to allow for plenty of room for Eren to pull you inside. He doesn’t outright ask why Eren’s holding you, but his eyes betray his suspicions. It seems like your plan, as terrible as it is, is working. One down, a dozen or so to go.

Never dropping his arm from around your shoulders, Eren steers you into the living room where one of Connie’s favorite bands is already blasting from the speakers. Annie and Mikasa are curled up together in Armin’s recliner, hands interlocked as usual; Sasha and Connie are positioned at Armin’s bar cart, violently shaking two cocktail shakers apiece; Reiner, Bertholdt, Marco, and Jean are on the couch, arguing over something sports-related. With a sinking stomach, you notice that there’s only one unoccupied seat left in the room.

“My two favorite lovebirds!” Sasha cries, abandoning her cocktail shakers and rushing over to give you a hug. Upon Sasha’s impact, Eren drops his arm and grabs your hand that’s closest to him as a substitute, never taking his hands off of you. His actions are pointed, purposeful; every pair of eyes in the room looks between the two of you in surprise. You can practically feel a hazel-tinted laser beam burning a hole into your forehead. “You guys are so late; honeymoon phase gotcha already?”

“Laying it on a little thick, Sash,” you whisper into Sasha’s ear, cheeks burning. To your chagrin, Eren only curls his mouth in response.

“What?” Connie frowns, still shaking his drinks. “How long has that been a thing?”

You pause, your heart nearly stopping. You should have made up a story, you realize, something to explain–

“Just a few weeks.” The still-strange weight of Eren’s arm around your shoulder returns, and his jade eyes rest on you, adoration beaming through his always-cool gaze. Against your will, butterflies start dancing in your stomach; apparently Eren’s quite the actor.

“Yeah,” you jump in, grateful for Eren’s lead, “we just wanted to feel it out before we told everyone, that’s all.”

“Sasha knew.” Mikasa raises a suspicious eyebrow. Annie smirks at the two of you, a knowing look on her face.

“It’s about time.” Marco appears from the kitchen with a huge bowl of tortilla chips in one hand and salsa in the other. “Good for you guys.”

You can’t help yourself, finally meeting Jean’s eyes. He’s openly scowling at you, which is to be expected; where Eren is a criminally smooth liar, Jean wears his heart on his sleeve. You recognize that face all too well: anger to mask heartbreak, the same face he wore when you used to fight. For the first time, it occurs to you how cruel this plan might be, how Jean might react to you moving on with a mutual friend. Guilt washes over you, cold and heavy.

“Thanks for giving me a heads-up before you moved in on my fucking girlfriend, Jaeger,” Jean snips, taking a long swallow of his beer.

The guilt drops away from you as quickly as your jaw; you’ve forgotten what a prick Jean can be. Eren has been slowly guiding you over to the singular remaining seat throughout the conversation, and after Jean’s comment, he tugs you down firmly onto his lap. He rubs a large palm over your thigh, a blatant gesture of ownership.

“Not your girlfriend anymore, Kirschstein.” You can hear the distinct note of pride ringing through his voice, hear the nasty look leveled at Jean without turning to face him. It’s been fifteen minutes of fake dating, car ride included, and you can already feel the friendship line blurring. Your head spins.

“Anyway,” Armin, ever the gracious host, interrupts, breaking the awkward tension that has settled over the room, “what bar does everyone want to head out to later? Connie gets the first pick, being the birthday boy.”

The conversation in the room picks back up into a familial bickering over the evening’s next destination. All of your friends have become accustomed to the occasional awkward moment over the years now that some of you have begun to couple up; Mikasa and Annie especially are notorious for bickering like an old married couple, no matter who’s around.

“I need a drink,” you murmur to Eren, moving to stand.

“Do you mind getting me one, babe? Don’t want to lose our seat.” Eren pecks you on the cheek, smiling up at you as if everything about your situation right now is normal, natural for him. Jean’s eyes follow you every step of the way, and your face burns.

Over the years you’ve been friends with him, it’s never been lost on you that Eren’s attractive, not after the dozens of women he ran through in his college years. Peeking over your shoulder now, however, feels like you’re seeing him for the first time, seeing him the way the world sees him. Heavy-set dark brows frame his bright eyes beautifully, his jaw’s grown sharp and severe, and his lips are soft and pouty, stretching into a wicked smirk with sharp canines. He had grown into a heartbreaker, and he’s your best friend and now fake boyfriend– you swat away your private admiration as soon as it comes, taking a deep breath to center yourself and rifling through the bar cart in a daze.

“Want me to make you one?” Sasha waves a bright red concoction under your nose. “Connie and I made them- it has three different types of liquor in it, and you can’t taste any of it!”

One sip of the tiny cocktail straw has your nose wrinkling in disgust. You’ve worked behind a bar since the day you turned twenty-one, and the drink Sasha’s offering you tastes like an overly-syruped nightmare. “Um…no, that’s okay Sash. I’ll probably just stick to beer.”

Connie sticks his tongue out at you. “Boring!”

Predictably, Sasha pouts. “Okay, but we’re definitely making you take a shot. We can chill it in the kitchen, want to help me get some ice?”

Holding up a bottle of tequila, she cocks her head toward the kitchen and wobbles her eyebrows madly. You almost laugh; anyone who can’t pick up on a hint from Sasha is walking around with earplugs and their eyes closed.

“Fine. Let me just grab Eren a beer, and I’ll meet you in there.”

“Ugh, couples,” Connie rolls his eyes, wandering over to fiddle with the dusty karaoke machine that Armin claims broke years ago. You’ve always been dubious as to the truth of that, but knowing your friends, you can’t blame him.

Opening the cooler, you smile to yourself; Armin remembered your favorite IPA from the brewery down the road and stocked the cooler accordingly, nestling a few Hazy Daze’s between Reiner and Bertholdt’s domestics. You pick your way through the haphazard seating arrangements back over to Eren, holding a cold Budweiser bottle towards him. He pauses in his conversation with Reiner, grabbing your hand that holds the beer and removing it from your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips, brushing them over in a light kiss. He looks you up and down lecherously as he does it, a dangerous curve to his lips.

You return a weak half-smile, doing your best to not appear outwardly shaken by Eren’s behavior and keep the what the fuck? thoughts from showing plainly on your face. Eren waves you off to the kitchen with a light pat on your bottom, innocent as ever.

“How’s it going?” Sasha asks, safe now in the privacy of the kitchen. Her face is already full-flush with excitement and that awful cocktail she was sipping.

“I mean, it seems like everyone’s buying it. Jean looks pissed, though.”

“What were you expecting? He’s always thought Eren had a thing for you.”

“Everyone thinks Eren has a thing for me,” you roll your eyes, “at least it’s working in my favor now.”

Sasha fixes you with a glare, wobbling slightly. “If you don’t think Eren actually has a thing for you, you must be blind. Deaf, too.”

“Sasha–”

“I mean, even if you hadn’t told me, I would have fallen for it. Is it not, like, weird for you guys? That it’s just natural for you two to–” Sasha burps, interrupting herself, and giggles. “Just makes ya think.”

“Sasha!” Connie calls from the living room. “Let’s do Eye of the Tiger first!”

“Woo!” Sasha shouts, abandoning you and running into the room to take part in the newly-revived karaoke festivities.

You stand alone in the kitchen, shell-shocked by Sasha’s observations. The truly irritating thing is that she’s entirely right. Not only do Eren’s little kisses here and there, the constant touching, even the pet names come naturally, it almost feels…nice. It’s as easy for you to receive his affection as it is for him to give it. You peek around the corner, grimacing at Sasha and Connie’s amplified wailing, just wanting to look at him. Really look at him.

Kicked back, beer in hand and jacket thrown over the back of his chair, Eren oozes charisma. Even doing nothing but holding a conversation with Mikasa, the room gravitates around him. Jean’s angry glare never leaves him; Armin has switched to drinking Budweiser, even though you know he hates it; Annie’s nodding along with whatever Eren’s saying; even Sasha and Connie are angling their performance around him, alternating between singing together and holding their microphones towards him, trying to elicit a reaction. He has this undeniable magnetic force, one that you aren’t exempt from.

You’d met him nearly a decade ago, in high school, and initially couldn’t stand him. His hair-trigger temper had hardly cooled with age, and his ego had gotten unthinkably larger, but you grew to find both of them charming– to a degree. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, Eren was the one cleaning you up and getting you drunk after every bad breakup, introducing you to all of your favorite sports teams and lending you jerseys for the games; hell, he even read that smutty fairy fantasy series you’d been obsessed with in college. Had the man you attempted Star Wars marathons with until you both fell asleep really looked like that the entire time?

He catches your stare, beckoning you over with one long, crooked finger. As his girlfriend for the night, you have to obey, even though you would much rather roll your eyes at the cliche.

“Missed you,” he mumbles as you sit back on his lap, breath hot against the shell of your ear.

“You too,” you respond accordingly, wrapping your arm lovingly around his shoulder. Eren’s eyes flit down to your cleavage, but knowing him, it’s impossible to discern if it’s part of the act, or Eren being himself.

His hands rest comfortably over the casing of your pants, one on your thigh and one on the small of your back, one thumb rubbing circles into your soft flesh. Reveling in the drag of his rings over your clothed body, you couldn’t help but wonder how they’d feel on your bare skin, on your throat, on your–

Surprising yourself at the dirty direction of your thoughts, you swallow your beer too quickly, coughing. Eren, who had coincidentally been taking a sip at the same time, laughs at you mid-sip, choking beside you and spraying beer out of his nose.

The entire room bursts into laughter; Eren regains his composure and joins in good-naturedly. You giggle along, relief coursing over your body. Sure, Eren might look a little extra handsome tonight and be a bit touchy because you asked him to, but he’s still Eren.

“They’re practically in sync already.” Hitch, Marco’s girlfriend who had apparently joined the party while Sasha and you were in the kitchen, rests her face on her hand dreamily.

“It’s a little freaky,” Annie observes with narrowed eyes, but the slight curve of her lip betrays her. Not only were they believing your little farce, but they were happy for you. That’s enough to make you flush a little, realizing how naturally everyone’s just accepted your fake relationship. Everyone but one person, at least.

Jean suddenly stands, ripping a beer from the cooler and storming into the kitchen. The laughter dies as quickly as it had come, everyone exchanging nervous looks.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Eren offers, nudging you off of his lap. You blanch.

“Eren, I don’t know if you should-”

“It’s fine,” Eren drops a soft peck on your forehead, walking away before you can stop him. You meet Mikasa’s eyes, wide and concerned. To everyone else, Eren’s walking calmly, not a hint of aggression in his gait. But you know him, know him well enough to catch the anger simmering in his eyes, quiet, but there.

Jean and Eren have always been friends, albeit reluctant ones at first, but too similar where it counted not to get along. That had abruptly come to a halt when you had fallen for Jean. At first Eren had been confused, but over time that confusion had melted into constant irritation. Jean and you were wrong for one another, you know that in hindsight, but at the time, you had chalked all the fighting up to a passionate relationship. The constant tears had driven Eren nearly to a breaking point; multiple times you had begged him not to bring his frustration to physical blows. And now, your fake-boyfriend slash best friend and ex-boyfriend with the two worst tempers out of everyone you know are “talking”. You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek to keep the worry in your chest.

“Are you alright?” The question comes from Armin, who’s placed a steadying hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry that Jean isn’t taking the news well.”

“There’s no news,” Mikasa says low enough for none of the others to hear over the music, now standing directly behind Armin.

A neat little cross appears between Armin’s eyebrows. “They’re-”

“Faking,” she interrupts Armin, “they aren’t dating.”

Armin stammers, trying to correct her and apologize to you for her at the same time, but you just sigh. “How’d you know?”

“One of you would have told me,” she shrugs, “or at least I’d like to think you would.”

“It’s just…I couldn’t bear to show up alone, not with Jean here and apparently sleeping around since the breakup.” You cross your arms over your chest, grabbing your own shoulders tightly. It’s your fault, you know it is, but you had only wanted to feel a little less pathetic, a little less heartbroken. Drama had been an unfortunate and unexpected side effect.

“Why would Eren agree to that? It seems silly,” Armin muses, noticing your glare and immediately turning bright red, “I- I don’t mean you’re silly, just, you shouldn’t-”

“You know.” Mikasa bumps him. The slightest hint of a smile plays on her face, a knowing look directed at you. You frown, trying to look confused through the pink rising to your face.

A loud crash from the kitchen catches all of your attention, saving you from an uncomfortable line of conversation but making your heart beat that much faster. Dashing to the kitchen door, the entire house party hot on your heels, your thundering heart sinks.

Eren has Jean pinned up against Armin’s cabinets, forearm tight against the other man’s neck. Jean’s still seething at Eren, raw ego washing against the cool anger blazing in Eren’s eyes.

“Need to learn how to watch your fucking mouth, Kirschstein–”

“Eren!” Your voice is surprisingly firm, given the nauseating mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and panic swirling in your stomach. “Let him go!”

“Do you want to tell her what you said, or should I?” Eren hisses, nudging into Jean further. Jean’s eyes dart to you, back to Eren, and for a fleeting moment, you have hope that maybe this all can be resolved peacefully. And then Jean makes a fatal mistake.

He spits directly in Eren’s face.

Just as Eren swings, Reiner collides with the two, just barely catching Eren by his forearm before he can make contact with Jean’s cheek. Bertholdt, as always, is Reiner’s shadow, grabbing Eren by the shoulders and wrenching him away from Jean. It takes Connie, Reiner, Marco, and Bertholdt to restrain both of them, Armin standing in the middle and shouting how ridiculous the fight is above the curses.

“It’s my fucking birthday, Jean, come on bro!” Connie growls, pinning Jean to the cabinets with his back.

“Jaeger- back off!” Reiner manages to pull him back a few inches, hardly able to contain Eren, who’s struggling furiously, in his massive arms. Jean finally relents, slouching into the multiple arms holding him back. After several seconds, Eren does the same, never taking his eyes off of Jean. Into the shocked silence, Armin bravely speaks first.

“Maybe we should leave,” he suggests awkwardly, “take the party elsewhere.”

You pity him, poor Armin and his hosting inclination. Eren finally turns to face you. The wrath laid bare in his eyes sends a chill over your body.

“We are,” he spits, sparing Jean one last threatening glance before storming over, grabbing you harshly by the wrist, and practically dragging you towards the door.

“Eren, wait–” you try to reason with him and dig your heels in, but it’s fruitless. Eren’s strong, stronger than you, and you don’t stand a chance stopping him now that his mind’s made up.

He doesn’t drop the act at the car, ripping your car door open, waiting impatiently for you to step into your seat, and slamming the door behind you. As soon as he turns the ignition, the same angry rock music you had listened to on the way over blasts from the speakers; Eren makes no move to turn it down and neither do you. After so many years together, his temper rarely scares you anymore; it’s more of a nuisance than anything when it flares. You stare out of the window, seething with anger, arms crossed and foot tapping.

Five minutes into the drive, you realize Eren isn’t taking you to your house, but to his. What he’s thinking, you can’t be sure, but you go ahead and start making your plans to give him an earful and call your Uber the moment you get there. You just can’t wrap your mind around why he would attack Jean and embarrass you like that– Eren may have been a hothead, but rarely did he let his temper escalate to that degree, especially against a friend.

Eren whips his car into the driveway, parking with such force you nearly knock your head against the headrest. You reach for your door handle, ready to throw it open, but Eren’s faster. He hits the child lock button and slams his own door behind him, storming around the car.

“The fucking child lock button?” You leap out of your seat once he’s opened your door, glaring up at him with your fists curled by your sides. “Is that what I am, Eren, a child?”

“Come inside.” Eren’s voice is low, dangerous. You’re too angry to indulge his temper.

“No,” you snap, “I’m going home.”

No sooner have you pulled your phone out to call an Uber than Eren snatches it from you, sliding it into his pocket. He repeats himself, more forceful this time. “Come inside.”

You stand rooted to the spot for a beat, so angry you aren’t sure what you want to do more: run home, punch him, or kick his precious car headlight in. Eren simply glares down his strong nose at you, face unreadable as ever, rage still glittering in his eyes.

“Come inside, please,” Eren repeats himself again through gritted teeth. You decide you’ll indulge him and go inside, hear him out, and then punch him. At least it’ll catch him off guard, and you’ll have a better chance of getting your shot in. Without another word, you stomp up the walkway to his house, into the house, and into the kitchen, shoving your shoes off. Stupid fucking kitchens, you think to yourself, kicking your bare foot against the base of his kitchen island. Immature, but the little burst of violence feels good.

Whether Eren’s house smells like him or Eren smells like his house you’ve never been able to decide. The distinct scent of him envelops you: a boyish, sharp smell, laced with a hint of the weed he kept in the living room. Ordinarily it’s a comforting smell, but tonight, it nearly makes you sick with irritation. Fighting with Eren is something you do rarely, but you know the both of you well enough to buckle down. Arguing with Eren means you have a long, nasty, and emotionally gutting night ahead of you. You’re more than ready, fists shaking by your side.

“What the hell was that, Eren?”

He doesn’t answer, swinging the fridge open and grabbing a beer. He twists the top, tossing it aside carelessly and taking a healthy swig, bun bouncing on the back of his head, making no move to acknowledge your presence.

“Answer me!” Your voice rattles the cabinets. “Yeah, was the fake dating a stupid idea? Sure, fine, it was stupid, but starting a fucking fight with Jean on poor Connie’s birthday–”

“You didn’t hear what he said,” Eren says simply, still chugging his beer and avoiding your gaze.

“What could he have said to make you do that? What was so awful that you had to–”

“It was about you.” Eren finally brings his eyes to yours, staring you down through the little hairs that have escaped his bun with such intensity that it nearly knocks you clean on your ass.

Your heart stutters. “You– what did he say?”

“Told me if I wanted to taste your ‘slutty pussy’ so bad, I could just smell his breath. S’why he spit in my face.” Eren’s fingers wrap and unwrap around the beer bottle anxiously.

Your mouth drops agape, tears immediately springing to your eyes. No, you set your resolve, praying your body cooperates. “He…he said that?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d been fucking him?” Eren spares you another scalding look. Your temper flares at his anger, one fire against another.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Eren snaps, “this whole thing was your idea. What am I to you, just some toy you can dangle in front of your pussyboy ex boyfriend? How long have you been fucking him?”

“I haven’t been fucking him,” you hiss, “he lied because he was jealous. And you’re not some toy, you’re– you’re my best friend. I needed you.”

Eren freezes, eyeing you across the kitchen. His expression has changed, infinitesimally so, a pinch of the fury fading from his face but none of the heat. It strikes you that in the years you’ve known him, he’s never looked at you like this before, not once. “Say it again.”

“You’re my–”

“The other thing.”

“I needed you.”

“Again.”

“I needed– fuck, Eren, what is this? Some kind of game?”

He stalks toward you, silhouetted by the light behind him and looking sinful, closing you in. He’s forceful and shameless as he backs you into the counter, as quintessentially Eren as he can be. “Say it one more time.”

“I…needed you,” you indulge him, brain slowing down to pick up each little detail. His cologne– when did he start wearing cologne?– musky and thick in the air, one of his tattoos peeking above the collar of his shirt, the tangible sensation of emerald eyes dragging along every inch of you.

“I like the way you say that,” his tongue darts out, wetting his lips. You stare blatantly. His mouth is red, pouty, and full, bottom lip a little chapped from where he was chewing it in the car. “That you need me.”

Words are lost on you; even if you could gather something to say, it would probably get stuck in your throat the moment it materialized. His presence is choking you. He brings one of those massive hands up, cupping your jaw, running a thumb over your lip. His posture, looming over you, is demanding, almost hungry.

“Do you still?”

“Still?”

“Need me.”

You blink, eyes still watery. “How?”

“You’re a smart girl,” Eren murmurs, hot breath laced with beer fanning over your face, “you know. You’ve always known.”

You do know. When he ghosted a hand over your thighs at the bar, when you fell asleep on his chest watching a movie, the way he had kissed your head, nearly fought Jean, protected you at every twist and turn. You had kept it relegated to the recesses of your brain, slid a hand between your legs and allowed it to simmer to the surface, maybe for a moment, before pushing it back down. You had always known. He has you on the edge of a cliff, and with a thin gasp, you understand him now: he wants you to jump. And so do you.

“I still need you. Now.”

Something critical snaps in both of you. The countertop digs into your lower back, a beautiful, aching pain blooming up your spine to meet the sting of his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. He’s kissing you; this magnetic, maddening man is kissing you, hard. It’s all tongue and teeth, fingers wrapping in hair, hands exploring familiar places in a new way. Greedy, demanding sounds slip through his teeth as he paws at your clothes, squeezes your curves through the silken shirt Sasha had lent you.

“This shirt is ridiculous,” Eren pants into your mouth, “wish I wasn’t about to rip it off of you.”

A little whimper leaves your mouth at that, and your knees buckle. Eren catches you, grabbing you by your torso and lifting you up onto the kitchen counter; you use the extra height to wrap your legs around his hips. A groan from deep in Eren’s chest rumbles against your lips as he rolls his clothed cock insistently against you. The low, simmering heat in your stomach catches fire; he’s big, even through both of your pants, rubbing himself into where you need him most. A hand creeps up your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing you to look up at him. It hits you how large he is; six feet and some change of taut, corded muscle, bad intentions, temptation.

His voice is quiet and controlled, so close to your face that his nose moves against yours as he speaks. “I’m going to take you to my room. If that’s not okay with you, I need you to say it right now.”

You nod urgently, relishing the burn in your scalp where he holds your hair tight. “I want it- want you.”

Eren slides you off of the kitchen counter and holds you firmly around his waist, making a beeline for his room. You mouth at his neck, enjoying the little grunts he makes against your ear. You drop unceremoniously onto the bed, left to watch as he tears off his shirt.

Oh, and do you watch. It’s difficult to comprehend that your best friend is the man standing above you. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times, but not like this: chest heaving, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, muscles flexing as he reaches for your shirt, ripping it from you and tossing it away. Your eyes draw towards the defined v leading down beneath his jeans, and you wonder how it might taste under your tongue.

Your bra comes next, Eren moving down to take your lips in his again as he deals with the clasp. He pushes you onto your back, kissing down your neck, sneaking harsh bites in between the gentle presses of his lips.

“Careful, Eren– you’ll leave marks,” you gasp, pulling at his hair.

“Good,” Eren replies against your neck, emphasizing his point with another deep bite to your neck, “you wanted everyone to think I was your little boyfriend, didn’t you? Let them see.” 

Your panties grow damp and hot against your core at that; you have no other response than to choke out a stunted moan.

“Fuck, you have no idea,” he growls, traveling down, teeth scraping the top of your breast, “what you do to me. How long I’ve wanted you.”

Your mind falters, caught in the crosswires of Eren’s confession and the way you’re clutching his head to your breasts, fingers desperately threaded in his dark hair and pulling him as close as you could get him. His mouth is so hot it burns, even against your feverish skin. 

“Remember…” Eren muses, mouthing his way down your stomach, “remember college? When you’d wear those slutty little dresses out?”

“I remember,” you breathe, impatient and urging him towards your lower half.

“Used to come home from the bar and jerk myself off, thinking about this sweet little cunt,” Eren tears your pants down your legs, panties following, “could practically see it in those short ass dresses. I’d cum thinking about how you’d sound when I stuck my tongue in it.”

A lewd whine rips out of your throat before you can stop it. Eren’s pressing your thighs open now, and his words and the quick little swipes he’s making across your clit are making you dizzy.

“Fuck…” Eren trails off, eyes wide, “got such a pretty pussy. Just look at you.”

“Eren, please,” you’ve never been the begging type, but the bright green eyes peering up at you from where your legs are propped open by broad, strong shoulders take your sense away.

“I’ve got you,” he shushes you, grinning as he leans into your center. A thick stripe of a lick up the center elicits a groan from you both. “So fucking sweet. Knew you would be.”

Eren hooks his arms around your legs, dragging you down the bed to be flush with his face. Eren’s no amateur when it comes to women, you know that, but you had never dared to let yourself imagine what that might translate to in practice.

He licks little figure-eights around your clit, not quite hitting it; he’s teasing you, the antagonist that he is. You tremble under him, little gasps and whimpers puffing out of your lips. Eren smiles contentedly against your pussy, nose flush with your clit, nudging against it rhythmically as he licks through your folds, circling your entrance. You bring your hands down your body, grabbing a fistful of dark hair and pulling him closer to you; you don’t even know what you want, the singular word more ringing in your head like a church bell.

Eren chuckles. “You need something?”

“Stop fucking with me,” you breathe, inwardly cringing at the desperation in your voice, laid bare for him to see. You brace yourself, looking down to meet his eyes, and instantly regret it. The anger has faded entirely from his face, replaced by an unyielding hunger. A wet, wicked smile plays at his mouth; you can physically feel your cunt dripping just at the sight of him.

“You want me to stop fucking with you?”

“Please, Eren, I need you–”

“That’s all you had to say.”

And then, like he does with everything else in his life, Eren licks into you like his life depends on it, like he’s trying to drown himself in you. His tongue pushes in and out of your hole, swirling around your clit, and you can distantly hear the most obscene sounds you’ve ever heard slipping from your mouth. He’s so good, better than you’ve had in years; you throw your head back against the bedspread, hardly able to focus on breathing.

Just when you think it can’t get any more intense, Eren slides one long finger inside of you, curling it against a spongy spot in your walls that makes you see stars. He chuckles at the loud, long moan that you let out.

“My girl likes being full, doesn’t she?” He pumps his finger slowly, testing your limits. Your walls clutch down on him, begging.

“M-more,” you stutter, barely able to form a coherent word through your panting.

“What was that?” You can hear the shit-eating grin on his face.

“I need– fuck– I need more.”

“Magic word?”

“Please, Eren, fuck!”

“Good, good girl,” he coos, pushing another finger into you, “so sweet and needy for me, yeah?”

Your eyes fly open at the stretch, the fullness of his fingers moving inside you. His other hand comes up to push on your lower stomach; your head snaps up, and you frown at him, panicked.

“W-what are you– oh,” you hate yourself for it, but you can’t even speak as he applies pressure onto your abdomen. You feel strange; it’s just right and too much all at once. The familiar bubble of an impending orgasm swells in the pit of your stomach, but it’s more intense, wetter than you’ve ever felt it. 

“Close?”

“Mhm,” you force out through gritted teeth. Eren moves his elbow slightly, just enough to bear down on your hip bone where you’re pushing your hips up towards him unwittingly. “But it- it feels weird…I, I can’t–”

“Sh,” he murmurs, mouth back against your clit, “you can do it, just for me, I know you can. It’s going to feel so good, you’ll see.”

Your eyes roll back in your head as you teeter on the precipice, blood roaring in your ears. You want to, you need to–

“Cum all over my fucking face baby, give it to me.”

The band in you snaps, your eyes rolling back into your head. You can feel your cunt spasming around his fingers, pushing something out. Liquid sprays from you, all over Eren’s face, soaking the sheets beneath you. You can’t even hear the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth, too surprised at the gushing orgasm. It finally winds down, and once you gather the energy, you shove insistently at his hand still pumping in and out of your sensitive pussy.

“You have the messiest little cunt,” Eren chuckles at you, wiping his face and kissing his way back up to your gasping mouth, “knew you were a squirter.”

He lands a few gentle taps against your sore pussy, and you flinch. 

“I–I’ve never…” you take a shaky breath in between every word, “never done that before.”

Pride illuminates his face. “Really? I knew you could do it– just for me, right?”

You nod, sitting up on trembling elbows. “Your cock, I– I want it in my mouth. Please let me.”

You reach down to fumble with the button of his jeans, but Eren grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up to kiss it gently. “Next time. I’d never forgive myself if I busted before I got to fuck you.”

Too overwhelmed to answer, you simply nod again, sitting back as he shimmies his pants off. Once you catch sight of it, your mouth waters. He’s big, bigger than you thought, wide enough to where your fingers wouldn’t touch if you grabbed it, and long enough to make you gag. The thought goes straight between your legs, cunt still throbbing and clutching around nothing, and a rush of anticipation washes over you.

Eren flips you over onto your stomach, shoving a couple of pillows underneath your hips to prop your ass up. “Christ,” he exhales, landing a sharp smack to your ass.

“Please, Eren- oh!” You jump; Eren’s circling your asshole, using the mess you’ve already made as lube to pop the tip of his thumb in. “Eren…”

“You’d let me fuck you there, one day, I bet,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, you think. Your body tenses in response, the memory of your first glance at his cock fresh in your mind. Eren swears under his breath. “Maybe next time, then.”

You hear him spit, hear the slick sounds of him lathering himself up. You have a brief moment to think to yourself, with the last glimmering shreds of consciousness in your orgasm-dazed mind, that this is Eren. This is your best friend, pinning you to the bed by the back of your neck, rubbing your lower back, admiring you, fucking you. And then the head of his cock is pressing into you, and that last little bit of hesitation gives way.

“Oh, baby,” Eren bends over you to growl in your ear, “never gonna forgive you for keeping this perfect pussy from me all these years.”

“Eren, it’s so– oh my god,” you trail off, eyes rolling back into your head as a few more inches of him sink into you. The way your body stretches for him, the way he fills you, is unbelievable, sweetened by just the slightest burning sensation.

“Fuck,” he hisses, pressing his forehead into the back of your neck, “you feel so fucking good. Best I’ve ever had.”

You whine at that, pushing your hips back into his and forcing him to bottom out. Eren swears against your skin, nearly collapsing on top of you. Your cunt pulses around him, desperately trying to hold him. You can hardly fathom the weight of him inside you; you’re just so full, the word runs through your mind on a loop.

And when he rolls his hips into yours– you nearly start praying. He drags against your walls so nicely, you nearly cum again then and there. He works up a torturously slow rhythm, grinding his hips into yours. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying your hardest to suppress the obscene groan about to leave your mouth. You taste blood.

“Never giving this pussy up,” Eren grunts above you, “never letting you give this to anybody else again. It’s mine, isn’t it?”

You nod into the pillow beneath your head, tears pricking at your eyes. He’s picking up the pace now, and the exquisite push-and-pull rhythm of Eren moving inside of you coupled with the fact that it’s Eren moving inside of you is destroying any semblance of intelligent conversation you can muster.

“Say it’s mine,” his face is beside yours now. A hand grabs your hair, turning your face towards him. You know how dazed you must look, mouth open in a permanent gasp, eyes watery and full of hearts. “God, you look fucking incredible. Say it.”

“My…my pussy is,” you swallow hard around the delicious knot of shame in your throat, “yours. It’s yours.”

“That’s my girl,” Eren sits back up, thrusting even faster, “my pussy, my girl. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” you pant, canting your hips back against his, feeling your next orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Eren understands, already knows your body as well as he knows you, and moves the angle of his hips just so to hit that spot he had found so quickly with his fingers earlier. You keen, drooling into the pillow, letting him fuck you stupid.

Eren shoves you over the edge for the second time that night. It’s toe curling, almost violent in nature, the way you cum around him, listening to him hiss as you tighten around him, vice-like. He fucks you through your orgasm for just long enough to see you through it, and flips you onto your back the moment you begin to twitch and shove at his hips, desperate for a break.

You slowly blink your eyes open in surprise, letting the tears roll down your cheeks, expecting to see Eren lining himself up, ready to fuck you senseless once more. Instead, he’s studying you, wiping a tear from your face, licking it off of his finger. There’s a moment happening here, an important one, one you don’t have the mental capacity to absorb right now.

“I want to see you now,” Eren says quietly, “need to see your pretty face when I cum, m’kay?”

You nod dumbly, not knowing how to respond to him in the thick air hanging between you. Before Eren can get any more words out of his open mouth, a loud ring startles you both.

Your phone is buzzing on the floor where it fell from Eren’s pocket; the name on the screen nearly stops your heart. Jean.

You stare into Eren’s eyes, a long, silent beat passes between you both. Your hazy mind is scrambling, grasping at anything you can say to take his mind off of the awkward interruption, but to your surprise, Eren cracks a grin. It’s a wicked grin, prettier than the devil himself and twice as evil.

“Your other boyfriend calling? Checking up on you?”

“He’s not my-”

“Better not be. Not after what I did to you tonight,” Eren’s voice drips with ego. Something in his eyes is territorial, carnal.

You find your words, but they come out quiet. “He’s not. Never again.”

Eren’s grin grows darker. He’s nudging your knees apart with his own, reaching down and pulling one of your legs to wrap around his waist. He’s pushing himself in now, the ringing of your phone fading into the background as the all-encompassing stretch of Eren inside you takes over your thoughts.

“Such a good girl,” he coos, thumbing at your bottom lip, “such a good mouth. Always telling me what I want to hear.”

You nod again, urgently this time, pulling your other leg up to hook them around his waist, hold him inside you, make sure he never leaves again. You’re addicted already; addicted to the pressure in your abdomen, addicted to the way his tip kisses your cervix, addicted to the taste of his sweat as you lick a strip of it from his face, cheekbone to temple.

“I…” you aren’t sure how to articulate how good it is, how good he is. A defeated laugh of your own making interrupts you. “You feel so fucking good. I feel so fucking good right now.”

“God, just look at you, all fucked out for me. You love it, don’t you?” Eren kisses your forehead, face to face with you after propping his elbows on either side of your face. “Love how I fuck you like a whore, don’t you? Tell me, baby.”

“I love it,” your voice is quivering, and you’re vaguely aware of tears streaming down your face. You’re overstimulated, you at least know that, but he just feels so good that asking him to stop seems more painful than letting him keep hammering into you.

“My pretty baby, you’re so fucking perfect,” Eren rambles, “so pretty when you cry for me.”

You can’t break away from his gaze, not through the tears or the rapid-fire speed of him fucking into you. Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely hold them up; Eren’s letting a flurry of little grunts and groans fly out, grabbing onto your cheek with one hand.

“Gonna cum soon,” he huffs, hips still pistoning into you hard enough to hurt, “gonna cum in your pussy, really make it mine, okay?”

“Okay,” you whimper, clamping down on him at the mere thought of it.

“Fuck, you like that don’t you?” He seethes against your forehead, thrusts beginning to falter. “You want to be mine? Want this pretty cunt stuffed full of my cum?”

You can feel him getting closer now, sloppy thrusts punching into your cervix, the ache of bruises forming on your inner thighs as he uses you, chasing his orgasm. You force your eyes open, meeting bright, hypnotizing green. Your voice is going to break, you know it, you hate it, you love him for it. “I– I want to be yours. P-please cum in me Eren, I need it.”

He slams into you one last time, holding his hips as tightly to yours as he can manage, cumming deep inside you with a breathless curse. You arch your back, relishing the feel of his cum in you, warm and filling. Even in your fucked-out mind, you know it’s a lot; you can feel the drip of it, seeping out around his cock and down onto the sheets. The leaden collapse of his body into yours, the gradual softening of him inside you, grounds you, pulling you down from the clouds and back into the bed.

It’s Eren on top of you, sweaty skin clinging to yours, his cum that you begged him for leaking out of your abused pussy. Your eyes shoot open. He’s incredibly heavy, your breath still coming out in short puffs as you try to catch it. He slides out of you; one last pitiful whimper leaving your lips as you find yourself empty.

“Holy shit,” Eren breathes out into the tension, a humorless and exhausted laugh punctuating his statement. As he rolls off of you, you’re overcome with the urge to smack him.

“That’s one way of putting it.” You scrounge around in the bed, trying to find the edge of the sheets to cover yourself with. Eren lays beside you, arm tossed over his eyes, as if the entire axis of your friendship hadn’t just flipped on its head. After a beat, you speak your mind, testing the waters. “I should probably call Jean back.”

That catches his attention. Eren sits up, scowling at you. “Why?”

“Maybe he wants to apologize.”

Eren snorts, rolling off of the bed and pulling you up with him, bridal-style; you aren’t sure where he’s taking you, but all the fight’s been fucked out of you, and you melt into his arms, eyes falling closed. “Who fucking cares?”

“I might,” you answer quietly, adjusting to the heat radiating off of his body. When your eyes open, you realize he’s carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. Your heart thuds sadly in your chest, overcome with so many emotions you couldn’t begin to name them if you tried. You almost want to cry again, for a different reason now.

Eren sits you on the toilet, not responding to your small confession. He drops to his knees before you, reaches a long arm behind him over to the fixtures on his obscenely large bathtub, pushing the plug in and turning the water on. You draw your knees up to your chest, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed. Satisfied with the water temperature, Eren turns back to you, one hand placed firmly on each of your kneecaps.

“You don’t need him,” he says, solemn as you’ve ever seen him, “and from what I saw tonight, you don’t even want him. You know that now, right?”

There’s something about the way he says it, a hidden thread of pleading woven into his words. Your exhausted brain holds onto that, but your heart refuses to believe in it, broken and beating wildly in your chest.

“I just–”

“I meant it, you know,” Eren avoids your direct gaze, eyes flitting over every feature on your face, “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Meant every word of it.”

You pause, wondering absentmindedly if he can hear the pounding of your pulse. “Really?”

“We don’t need to get into it now,” he shrugs, “but you know that. You know I’d do anything for you. You know I’d treat you well. ‘M not a bad guy.”

Your chest aches. “I know, but Eren–”

“So that wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had in your life?” He fixes you with a singular, raised eyebrow, so serious that you giggle in his face.

“You might have me there.”

“Better than horseface?”

“Watch it.”

The light returns to his eyes; it loosens a hard little piece in your chest, flooding you with warmth. It hits you just how much you love that little sparkle amongst the green, just how much you would give to see it as often as you can. “We won’t talk about it, for now at least. I’ll get us cleaned up, and we can go watch–”

“Mamma Mia,” you blurt, hopeful.

“No fucking shot. But we can watch something else of your choosing, if you let me eat you out again.”

“Eren!” You smack his shoulder, scandalized. Both of you laugh; your fake outrage is twice as funny considering the state of you right now, smeared makeup and bruises on your neck.

He grins crookedly back at you. “That’s not a no.”

watch me | t. fushiguro

synopsis: After a messy breakup, you require a new job which leads you to work for the biggest porn site in the industry but little did you know that it would lead to the one thing you didn't want.

wc: 8.4k

tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + repost + porn star au + Toji stalks you and is very possessive and in love with you he's sick with it + you x other character + fingering + you get horny a lot + roleplay + spitting + Toji man handles you + consensual recording + praising + unprotected sex + sending nudes to Toji + sexting + phone/video sex + talks about sex work + blowjob + pussy eating + brief pussy job + breeding + lots of kissin' + snow balling + sensual sex + 69 position + hand job + teasing + nipple play + + feedback is appreciated + any missing tag lmk

for kinktober '23 | PLEASE do NOT use coconut oil as lube! this is written for fictitious purposes only!! also pls forgive me because I couldn't find much information on how to become a porn star so I made things up dfhztht

You looked down at the boxes by your feet with a frown while your dad kept pulling them from your trunk with irritated huffs. “He couldn’t even help you? What a real piece of work. I knew that guy was not a good man.” He muttered picking up a bag with a grunt with you not wanting to correct him on the situation, you didn’t want him helping or coming over to your new place even though he offered.

With no choice, you followed after him holding a box to take in your new apartment after moving out and breaking up with Toji, and naturally, your father couldn’t stand to see his daughter so hurt over a man way older than you.

Not only did he break your heart but kicked you out and left you to fend for yourself, and no matter even if you did tell him, it was your decision, he would still blame him, he’s never liked the raven-haired man since you brought him over to dinner three years ago. 

There was no way you could sleep in the same bed without Toji. He etched himself deep inside you to the point that there were no takebacks, not that you’d want that anyway. You looked around your new barren living room trying to focus your thoughts on something positive like how should you decorate? 

“Will you be okay here by yourself? You weren’t any better off with him, but you know you’re welcome to come back home any time.” Your dad spoke in a soft tone but uttered him with such disgust you could almost taste it in the back of your throat. 

You looked over at him with a soft reassuring smile. “Yes Dad, don’t worry and I know but being twenty-seven and having to move back in with your parents is a little embarrassing thanks for the offer though.”

He stayed and helped as long as you allowed before pushing him out of the door telling him that you’ll lock the doors and windows. Two hours later you found yourself alone laying on your bare mattress on your phone scrolling through it, too tired from earlier to move. 

Your thumb stopped on a post that should’ve been deleted a long time ago on the account you shared with him, a video of you and Toji in bed naked and sweaty in the prone bone position, the audio was on and you could hear his hips slapping your ass with each harsh thrust. 

Instantly you reported the video and debated on texting him feeling an ache grow between your legs, anger bubbling like roiling water in your lower belly as you jabbed at the screen with a finger feeling your head throb with a headache that loomed like a heavy shadow pressing down. 

“Hello sweetheart,” his voice came over the other side in a purr when he answered, the video playing in your head while you chewed on your bottom lip as Toji waited for you to respond while he lounged on the couch, his hand stuck down his pants resting against his boxers listening to your rapid breathing, he cleared his throat and getting your attention.

You sighed and sat up putting him on speakerphone to begin making your bed in order to release some sort of tension. “You need to delete that video of us right now, I reported it immediately! We agreed on everything else going on the account but that one! Why now?”

He listened to you talk while spreading his legs wider wishing you were here instead. “I didn’t mean to upload it. Was scrollin’ through my gallery, the video popped up and I couldn’t resist not watching us. Did you watch it? You can’t tell me you don’t miss that.” Toji replied knowing he has you flustered and aroused thinking about him. 

Thankfully he couldn’t see you, your legs clenched together to relieve the throbbing that made your pussy weep like a maple tree; sticky and sweet oozing from between your pussylips creating a mess in your panties. “Stop! You’re a pervert, don’t do it again, we’re broken up.” You hissed and hung up with a huff. 

Your head rang like a bell causing a migraine to split at the base of your skull, you pushed past the pain and did everything in a haste trying your best not to think about him and his sinful traps to lure you back. It was a very messy breakup, to say the least. He was far too possessive and jealous and he didn't want to let you go so easily. 

Some part of you knew he was always going to be the one who you’d forever talk about no matter what even though he acted the way he did but it was a love story that ended early leaving you with no happy ending. 

After you trudged through your nightly routine you curled into the middle of the bed listening to your neighbor's thump around next door, the sound only made your head hurt worse until it felt like your skull was going to combust. 

Two hours later you managed to fall asleep in a light slumber, your blankets tangled up as you tossed and turned around on the mattress. It’s been two weeks since you’ve slept with Toji and it’s been rough after being with him for so long. 

Four years, two of them living together. Now you felt sad and empty trying to cauterize the gaping wound in your heart but knew it was for the best, too much arguing and not enough communication. There were a lot of physical aspects though to the relationship that weren’t so easily forgotten. 

Your dreams dipped in and out until you finally fully succumbed to a deep sleep, your brain played the memory of you and him earlier. From the beginning of the day of your first year anniversary all the way to the hotel room when night fell bringing out the predator of Toji who devoured you whole leaving nothing to spit out when he was done with you, that night he took your soul and melded it with his in a way that could never be undone. 

A moan slipped free from your lips as it progressed further until your body jerked you awake from a sudden boom on your bedroom wall shaking anything that was on it. You wanted to be mad but also thanked whoever it was that woke you up even though it was very early. 

Dreaming about your ex and having a wet dream is not something you want to relive and hauled yourself out of bed to start the day even though it was well before anyone woke up but it gave you time to check things out on your laptop before starting the day. 

Immediately you pulled up your email while waiting for a new job to write back when you saw a forwarded message from Toji titled Someone else likes your pretty pussy. With furrowed eyebrows, you opened the email and read it feeling your jaw drop to your chest. 

Dear sweetbites21. 

We came across a slew of your videos and we have to say we are impressed with the way you look on camera, then it came to our attention that there was a separation. If you're interested we’d love to have you on set, give us a call soon. 

It was from the biggest porn website that had the best reputation and content, your eyes followed the words all the way down to Toji’s message with a snort. He was clearly jealous that they just wanted you and not him like some package deal. 

You copied and pasted the number down and saved it in your phone intent on calling them later. To pass the time you spent the better part of your day unpacking and cleaning your apartment until everything was done before you rested. 

Every part of your body ached and again you found yourself wishing Toji was here to massage your muscles then you remembered the email and quickly grabbed your phone to rid yourself of those thoughts. 

When you dialed the number you sat back on the couch and tucked your legs under you waiting for someone to answer feeling your palms sweat. “Hello. This is Yui with Sex Simplified. How may I direct your call?” A voice soft and sweet spoke on the other side when the phone clicked. 

“Hi, I just got an email last night about someone…” You broke off feeling a lump form in your throat thinking about Toji knowing he helped get you here, you gave her your name and information along with the username then listened to her type fast and quickly. 

You waited a few minutes and looked down at your cushion rubbing along the material with your thumb. “I’m going to transfer you to our manager, have a good day.” Yui then switched the lines making the phone ring again for a minute. 

“This is Aina.” It was clearly another female this time, she sounded older and warmer welcoming you. “Yes, hi, I just spoke to Yui. My ex sent me an email you sent to our couple account email.” You told her getting directly to the point. 

She hummed softly and turned her computer on typing in the background. “You’re part of sweetbites21, right?  I’ve watched a few videos and I really am impressed, you’re perfect for the camera with the way you work your body.” 

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling your face flush with warmth at the praise. “Thank you so much, that means a lot and I am yes, we got that name the night for the very first video we uploaded with food play and we left bites all over each other.” The last part wasn’t necessary but just in case you explained it anyway. 

Aina snorted a little and finished typing. “Your ex has a monster cock that would get views for sure, but we’re interested in only female leads right now so would you like to set up an interview with us?” She asked leaning back in her seat hoping you’d say yes knowing how much money you would be bringing in and she also knew that their star male case lead would love you. 

The way she said monster cock made you burn with a mixture of things, longing to feel him inside you and jealously because she’s seen it, but so have other people and for a long time he was yours and you knew he was madly in love with you and had no eyes for anyone else. 

“Sure! I’ve never done anything like this before though.” You replied hesitantly, this was different than just recording you and Toji, this was the big league and you’d be filmed with someone else, not your ex who knows your body inside and out. This would be a huge break for you, however. 

“That’s what they always say, and I know you haven’t, just homemade videos with Monster Cock. Next Thursday can you be here around eight pm? We’ll conduct an interview then if everything goes well then you’ll meet our male lead, everyone loves him and you will too.” 

You blinked at how sure Aina was sure of herself and found yourself nodding even though she couldn’t see it. “Uh, yeah I assume you’ll send me the location and stuff via email?” You asked feeling your stomach roll and your shoulders hike already even though it was a week away now. 

Tuesday evening you found yourself in the aisle of the grocery store under lights that flickered, something that reminded you of a horror movie. Even though you knew it wouldn’t happen you still waited for the zombie apocalypse to start when you heard a throat clear from behind followed by a memorizing voice. “I just need to grab those mini cakes if you don’t mind.” 

You turned around and looked at the person - no, it was more like a God. Tall and lanky with snow-white hair that framed a very pretty face with eyes that looked like water from the bluest glaciers, so bright and vibrant which only ended up distracting you from actually moving out of the stranger's way. “S-sorry, I was just lost in thought.” You explained with a sheepish smile. 

The man hummed with a knowing smile as he reached out with one long slender arm grabbing two cakes of different flavors, the scent of clean laundry along with the faintest hint of vanilla wafted off him invading your nostrils. He smelled heavenly. Your eyes almost fluttered shut and your mouth began to water at the sight of him and how good he looked in his shirt that molded to him so perfectly and how soft his hair looked even under the lights. You wanted him. 

You wondered why you were acting like a dog in heat wanting to all but hump the man's leg knowing who he is or what his name is, you just know that he’s intimidating and you like that. It’s been a month since you’ve been single and felt the touch of a human is what you chalked up the rush of hormones to be, all you wanted was to be loved and caressed again. 

He definitely has the fingers and hands for it, lewd thoughts popped into your head of him fingering you in your car before folding you in half. “Do you want a picture or something?” The man teased as he watched you eye fuck him right in the middle of the store like a desperate stay-at-home wife who was bored and lonely at home wanting to be ravaged by someone. 

“Sorry.” You stammered and gripped your basket turning on your heel to walk away from him and the strange meeting, the feelings never dissipated even when you got out of the store after buying a few random items in haste before you ran into him again knowing you’d stare at him. 

The cool air made your skin break out in a wave of goosebumps as you walked to your car under the dark sky with a heavy sigh. Even with how beautiful it looked outside, the weight of everything has hollowed you out into nothing but a husk of your former self. The blue-eyed man was a loop that played in your head on the drive home followed by Toji who had a sixth sense. 

You looked down at your phone seeing his name and number glaring back at you when you pulled into the parking lot weighing your options on what to do, however, curiosity got the best of you. “Hello?” You answered and got out of your car grabbing your bags then made your way upstairs with quickened steps to the front door. 

“Heard you got the job working for SS, I’m not surprised. I told you we shoulda sent a video into them when we were together, you’re really going to let some other guy fuck you? I look forward to watching your new videos to see how you fake an orgasm for some cash.” He deadpanned clearly annoyed with the turn of events. 

Even though he couldn’t see you, you rolled your eyes and pushed the door open stepping inside to take your shoes off. “What I do is none of your concern anymore so don’t question what I’m doing. Is there anything else you need before I hang up?” You asked with an attitude. 

Toji chuckled making you shiver for a different reason now. “Have a good night princess, I’ll see you soon.” He declared giving you a warning before he hung up leaving you stunned as you stared down at your phone frustrated after the conversation. A hot bath was needed to douse this feeling that welled inside your core, a mix of burning rage and a need to be fucked hard. 

When you sank into the bubbly water you held your phone scrolling through the videos of you and him, your pussy throbbed desperate to get filled, with a lust-riddled brain full of nothing but wanting to get off you FaceTimed Toji angling the camera to face your soapy tits making sure your nipples were covered. 

His face popped up in the small box in the corner confused at first then you watched as his lips pulled back in a grin seeing you naked and wet making you want to lean in and kiss his scar. “That sure didn’t take long. Now look at ya calling me all desperate.” He crooned and followed your hands that moved away from your breasts hearing him grunt seeing your perky nipples. 

You should feel embarrassed and you are a little but not enough to stop you as he teased watching feeling his cock throb hot and heavy wanting to feel your soft skin under his hands, knowing how he’d give anything to be there right now. “Make me cum Toji…please, I want to so bad.” 

“Touch my pretty pussy for me since I can’t, spread yourself nice and open.” He commanded in a dark growl before cocking his head with a smirk. “Actually, why don’t you be a good girl and rinse off then get into bed so I can see you better?” You listened to him and ended in bed a minute later naked and mostly dried off, patches of water still stuck to the parts you didn’t get. 

When you got comfortable you spread your legs and angled your phone between them making sure he got a good view. “Aw look, she’s crying for me, I bet she just wants to be sucked and fucked. Poor thing, now swirl your finger around your clit.” Instantly you parted your pussylips and used your middle finger to rub the swollen bud with a soft whine arching for more. 

Your eyes fluttered shut and didn’t get to see Toji pulling his dick free spitting down on his open palm before wrapping his fingers around the base and jerking himself off to you thrusting two digits inside your soaked pussy and moaning his name so prettily and broken. “So wet ‘f me.” 

He watched you with low eyes. “I’m coming over, we’ll give our fans one more video. What do you say, princess? Want to sit on my cock?” His question pushed you over the edge thinking about him splitting you open around him, your cunt gushing around your fingers instead. 

You pulled your fingers out slowly when you came down a little huffing. “You are not coming over here. I can’t let that happen, this was a private moment between us, don’t ruin it. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but thank you for helping me out. Have a good night.” He chuckled before you hung up and shut your phone off for the night letting sleep take over and giving you a break from the stress even for a brief moment. 

Thursday evening two hours before eight you stood in the shower scrubbing each inch of your body unsure what was going to happen, was it going to be an interview before having to show off your skills? Either way, you wanted to be prepared and brushed your teeth once you got out of the tub and dried off to get dressed. 

It was a dress that was suggestive but still modest. You’ve seen the casting couch videos before and picked out your outfit based on that, the company didn’t seem like that type though so you also kept it on the classy side. Once you checked everything over you got ready for the car outside. Aina said they’d send someone to come and pick you up at your apartment. 

True to their word a very sleek vehicle pulled up and an older gentleman got out to open the back door before he ushered you in then he got back in the driver's side and took off. The drive over to the studio was filled with the soft songs from the radio that kept you company until you arrived, just like when he picked you up he opened the door again, this time helping you out. 

Following the directions from the email you read again before getting picked up you walked inside the all-glass building, the windows so dark you couldn’t see the lights on inside which added fuel to the fire you felt growing inside. “Here we go.” You muttered and pushed the doors open to an all-modern waiting room, it was a subtle blend of yellows oranges, and reds. 

You didn’t feel as nervous anymore when you greeted the handsome male behind the desk in the middle of the room, he was warm like the room. “Hi, you want to take the elevator up to floor three. Room 204. Have a good evening.” With that, he handed you a key card and sent you on the way down the hall to the set of elevators. You stepped in the first one and went to the third floor. 

When you stepped into the hallway it was quiet as you read the door numbers feeling your stomach flip until you reached the correct one and knocked before using the key card to step inside, the same color scheme as downstairs, this time it was a small lounge with low lights and pulsing music, this time you were greeted by a very beautiful woman who wore a black leather corset and thigh-high boots, in her hand she held a whip with the same material as her outfit. 

“Hello, sorry you caught me during a shoot, but I’m ready if you are, and it’s finally nice to meet you.” She spoke as she faced you, her hair cascading like a waterfall. This was Aina? 

 “Yeah, you look….” You trailed off and felt your face flush as you sat on the couch she pointed to with a knowing grin, it threw you off guard a little to be her in her presence, her breasts all but spilled out of the tight top that pushed them together. “It’s nice to meet you too.” You ended up saying not sure what to say as she sat across from you crossing her legs with a laugh. 

She sat her whip next to her and leaned back. “So to start off with we do STD screenings on everyone, and at least ask if you can give us your past partners if applicable. I know you were with Monster Cock for a while if I remember correctly? We also have papers for you to fill out and sign if you want us to hire you.” Aina spoke, her cherry-red lips looked glossy. 

Anytime she says that you can’t help but feel a stirring between your legs. “I’m fine with that and yeah, I was with him for four years and it was only him.” You replied shifting your weight and looked at her with a soft smile and a nod. She mirrored your smile and grabbed the clipboard with a pen attached to the side of the table that separated you two and handed it over. 

You filled in the basic information at first then flipped the page reading the questions about your kinds, hard and soft limits. Aina watched until you were finished thirty minutes later, your wrist ached from writing for so long. “Good girl, you’re the perfect applicant and would fit in well with Gojo.” She said with a grin and put her hand in the air doing a come hither motion. 

A second later the door in the corner opened to reveal the man you stared at Tuesday, he looked different in this setting, a predatory smile showing off white pearly teeth. “Hi -” He stopped when he saw you, your eyes wide as sauces as you stared at him again with an open gaping mouth. “You two know each other already?” Aina asked interrupting the staring contest. 

“No, we just saw each other the other night for the first time…this is my new coworker?” You asked, your own voice sounded foreign. Talk about a small world, but you didn’t think it could actually be this small. Gojo sat down next to Aina confirming your answer, his long legs spread wide open and instantly you could envision yourself between them, his cock in your mouth. 

She smiled and nodded patting his knee. “Yes, and he is going to have to finish the interview, I have to finish something up. I’ll get a hold of you soon, thank you so much for coming out.” Aina told you with a wink before she disappeared through the door Gojo came out of leaving you two alone, the only sound in the room came from the clock in the corner with a plant and a painting. 

You shifted again in your seat and looked at him. “So how does this work? I filled the paperwork out and she said we’d be perfect together…” Your voice trailed off as you played with your fingers in your lap feeling naked as he stared at you intently, his head cocked to the side. Those blue eyes of his scanned your entire being from your feet to your eyes with a grin. “You’re hired.” 

“Okay, now what?” You asked again feeling your skin heat up as he leaned in, the smell of vanilla whirled around you like a cashmere sweater, after being with Toji you’d think you wouldn’t be so high-strung to be around someone so cocky and carefree but you were. His smile reminded you of someone who won the lottery. “We can get something to eat if you want?” 

You didn’t expect him to ask that. “I ate already, thanks though. Can I read up on what you like and stuff before I dip?” His white brows raised at the first part of your sentence before they dipped then furrowed at the end, he nodded anyway then stood up and walked to the door again leaving you alone for a moment to collect your thoughts. 

A few minutes later he emerged with a file stuffed with papers that he handed to you once he got close enough. “Aina will get a hold of you for everything else, and if you want you can stay and we can talk instead of reading each other's files, don’t you think in person is better?” He asked sitting back down on the couch manspreading while letting his long arms hang over the couch holding your gaze as you squeezed the papers tightly. 

His stare made you want to crawl out of your skin, it was heavy and he was intent on making you squirm a little. “I do yes, I assume I can get a ride back home then?” You countered getting a nod before setting his file back on the coffee table and leaning back to cross your legs. 

“What made you want to get into this type of work?” Gojo asked, his interest piqued. A fleeting memory of how it all started flashed behind your eyes when you closed them for a moment, it felt like so long ago when it did and now here you ended up; employed at a very secure job. 

You started to undo the straps of your high heels when he leaned in to do it for you instead, his long slender fingers hooked under the thin leather brushing against your skin adding to the raging fire that built between you two. He opened his mouth when your phone rang, piercing the sexual tension like a sharp knife, you jerked back at the sudden sound and snatched it. 

Toji’s contact information glowed against the darkened room. A taunting reminder that you couldn’t get any peace with him around, even though you two were broken up. “I’m so sorry, I need to answer or it will not stop ringing.” You told Gojo and picked your phone up to answer it. 

“Why not just shut your phone off? It’s not like you have to answer it, mhm?” He questioned pausing your movements to actually hit the green button. It was the truth, that’s all you had to do and ignore him, but why did you want to do the opposite and answer his every beck and call? 

You pressed the ignore button and shut your phone off setting it back on the table before you were in Gojo’s lap, each thigh on either side of his straddling him, your arms wrapped around his neck pressing yourself into him, your mouth found his in a deep kiss. He was the first one to part your lips massaging his tongue with yours, his hands traveled down to your ass slowly. 

With your dress bunched around your hips Aina stepped inside the room with Toji who looked irritated and a little smug knowing he ruined the moment between you two. “Oh my God! What are you doing here?” You huffed and scrambled off Gojo’s lap and glared at your ex-boyfriend. 

“Didn’t I say I’d see you, princess?” He asked with a smirk now as the other two bodies in the room migrated to the door again wanting to give you two alone time after an awkward moment, the room was tense and full of simmering anger as you and Toji looked at each other when the door clicked close. You grabbed your shoes and sat on the couch putting them on ignoring him until he was sitting next to you, his hands on your waist. 

Green eyes melted into yours, a silent conversation passing between you two as he fisted the soft fabric of your dress. You wanted to give in to the magnetic pull so bad, let him kiss you, and eventually fuck you on the couch until you’re a screaming mess. “Toji…you just ruined my interview.” You scolded him with a scoff as you pushed him back and pulled away. 

“I know, that was the whole point. I don’t know why you keep running when you know I’m going to catch you. Do you think I’m going to let you go so easily, princess, and let you do this? I love you.” He replied with a slight grin as he took hold of your wrist pulling out all the stops, his lips connected to the back of your hand with slow sensual kisses holding your gaze intensely. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked away from him and jerked your hand away from his hold. It wasn’t a lie, he does love you, the problem was he loves you too much and it sounds crazy when you don’t want to be with someone like that but it was a pressure you couldn’t handle anymore, all the questions and the smothering was the final straw. 

Toji let his hand rest on the small of your back waiting for a response. “You need to go, I’m serious. I can’t believe you followed me here! This is getting ridiculous I hope you know that.” You muttered and turned your head to feel his fingers curl around your jaw in a gentle hold. 

“Say it one more time and I’ll really go, but don’t expect me to answer your next phone call when you want to cum so bad.” He answered darkly and let go then moved you off his lap and stood looking down at you with an unreadable expression gracing his handsome face, his eyes clouded with a profound sadness waiting again for you to tell him it was finally over even though it tore you apart as well to let him go. 

You curled into yourself and looked away from him still afraid to meet his look. “Go.” It was all that could be mustered feeling unshed tears sting your eyes. He stared at you for a moment longer then finally left leaving you totally alone until Aina came back in to comfort you and balm the waterworks you let loose sobbing against her shoulder with fat rivers streaming down your face. 

A little after two weeks the whole embarrassing ordeal of your interview and makeout session was ruined by Toji you didn’t hear from him, no text or call giving you the reality of what it’s like not to have him in your life, something you didn’t quite like, the hole inside your chest only grew deeper and wider. It was a Friday night you stood in the kitchen and rubbed your face as you sighed and read the email from Aina. 

The meetup for the first shoot was tomorrow night, a cliche roleplay video between a masseur and his lonely housewife of a client wanting to feel the touch of a man so bad she’s willing to cheat on her husband for an orgasm. Having Gojo’s fingers like that on you wasn’t bad, and thankfully he’s been talking to you via texting and sometimes FaceTime calls during the last few weeks to see how you’ve been doing and to make you more comfortable around him. 

You felt like you and he were meant to be friends nothing more and having sex with Gojo seemed strange in a way, and you knew that you pushed Toji away but his failing to see what he was doing was wrong is something that couldn’t be ignored. It was pathetic almost how much you missed your ex-boyfriend, however, you couldn’t give in to the weakness and his charms. 

Twenty-four hours later you found yourself on the massage table naked with a towel covering you, the scene was practiced for at least two hours before any shooting began. It was time to actually do it. “This is the fourth time you’ve visited me, Miss. Aki. Did you pull something again?” Gojo asked when he stepped onto the set with a bottle of oil in his hands and a grin. 

He was supposed to be clueless and let you come onto him and take what you wanted. “I did yes in yoga class I think it was, it’s sore and I can’t spread my legs.” You replied with a fake pout looking at him, your eyes heavily rimmed with mascara and lips a clear glitter and glossy. Gojo came closer to the side of the table and rested one hand on your forearm with a reassuring look. 

It was hard not to really think about the many cameras facing you two as you smiled at him and ran your hand up his bare arm. “Thank you,” You told him sultry and watched as he poured a generous amount of the warmed coconut oil into his palms rubbing them together before beginning on your upper left thigh, his hands gliding against your slick flesh pushing the towel. 

Your heart lurched at being touched like this, in your lower belly you felt a pull the more Gojo continued and moved to your right leg, his hands coming incredibly close to your bare pussy that begged to be touched. He made small conversation, mentally reading the script in his head. “Do you charge extra for more?” You asked holding his wrist and guided it to between your legs. 

Gojo couldn’t help the surprise that took over his features just at how soaked you really were, the tips of his fingers collected your wetness and found your clit rubbing it slowly. He leaned down to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses on your bare chest until he finally reached your nipple drawing the bud into his warm mouth, his hips languidly and mindlessly humping the table. 

You arched your back forcing more of your tit into his mouth when he slid two fingers inside your drenched pussy at the same time you curled your fingers into his hair pulling him closer, the feeling of him inside you hitting all the right spots made your head spin. “Don’t stop!” It wasn’t fake the way you begged and moaned for Satoru to keep going until you came around his fingers. 

He abided and kissed his way down to the valley between your breasts over the soft hills of your stomach until he reached your clit, his tongue swirled against it, and the sweet coconut exploded on his tastebuds from the oil that was used for your massage that Satoru continued with his free hand until your ass cheek was in his large open palm. “Toji!” You moaned rolling your hips. 

Everyone stopped and the director called cut. Satoru froze with a frown and pulled his fingers out leaving you to feel empty. “Oh - I am so sorry!” When your brain caught up with what you mumbled, you looked flustered and apologetic, it was a total slip of the tongue that was embarrassing and it ruined the entire mood for the video. 

The white-haired man turned away for a second before he sat on the edge knowing aftercare is important and drew circles on your hip. You were still high from your orgasm as you huffed angry at yourself for even thinking about him. “I really am sorry, I have no idea why I even said that - ” He interrupted you with a head shake as he pulled his hand away and looked at you. 

“Because you still love him, it’s clear you do to anyone who has seen you two together, and he feels the same about you. I think maybe you two should do a video, there is a lot more chemistry.” Satoru murmured and looked back at Aina who stood perched on the edge and came forward when he got up and she took his place with a sympathetic look on her face. 

She pulled you against her once the towel covered your body again. “What do you want to do?” It was a question you didn’t have an answer to. Would Toji come if she called him? It was true what he said, but couldn’t stomach the fact that he seemed to be the one for you and the same goes for you as well, it was an unmistakable love that couldn’t be denied no matter what. 

An hour later Aina had you dressed in something comfortable after a shower and curled up on the couch in the room you first met her in. “I got him to agree to come in, are you sure you’re ready to face him and do a video?” She asked again and plopped down next to you with a heavy sigh waiting for Toji to show up. 

“Maybe not a video, I don’t know yet but I do want to talk to him alone first then if it ends up like that then yes, however, I think it will.” You spoke the truth, makeup sex was like a prayer in your relationship that fixed whatever bump appeared in the relationship. She nodded and opened her mouth to speak when the door swung open and Toji walked in leaving the door open for Aina in a silent way to tell her to leave, his presence demanded attention, at least from you anyway. 

You sat up and looked at him before bidding your new friend and boss goodbye and watched as she left leaving you and him alone. “Thanks for coming, I didn’t think you would but I'm really glad you did.” You murmured first breaking the tense silence and watched as he crossed the room to sit next to you in two strides, reminding you of the last time you both saw each other. 

His smell was all-potent male; a warm blend of tobacco and whiskey that made your pussy clench and throb, you wanted to lean and nuzzle your face in his shirt. “I love you too, and when we were filming I moaned your name when I came, and he was only fingering me…we would have better luck doing this together, you’re the one for me, I don’t want anyone but you anyway.” You whispered looking at him feeling your stomach curl as he stayed silent for a few minutes. 

Toji hummed at your admittance and leaned in until his lips brushed against yours then you were yanked into his lap, his mouth was onto yours in a claim and possessive kiss. “I hate that another man touched you like that and made your cute cunt cry out, I think we need to rectify that, huh?” He asked and kissed your jaw and neck leaving love bites behind, a mark of him. 

“I don’t know why you kept running away when I’m always going to find you sweetheart, it was pointless. I missed you.” He almost growled as Toji nuzzled his face into your neck, his hands becoming greedy and exploring your body pulling your shirt up to knead his fingers into your hips before he pulled away to tug the fabric off and toss it to the floor leaving you topless. 

You climbed off his lap and went to the corner turning the camera on and making sure it was facing the couch and shed the rest of your clothes on the way leaving a trail of discarded fabric before you got back on his lap finding solace in his cradle from being away for so long. 

With no bra on he focused on your peaked nipples that ached to be sucked on and pinched, one large hand came up and cupped one breast. “It was absurd to think I could, mhm?” You shot back with a grin as you threaded your fingers through his soft raven hair kissing him again, your tongue swirled with his until a bridge of spit connected your lips when you pulled away from him. 

His lips curled into a smile letting his hands continue to grope and feel up your body until you sat naked in his lap. “Get naked too, don’t let me be the only one here.” You told him with a pout and tugged on his soft gray shirt that hugged his muscular body. He chuckled, reached behind him, and pulled it off in one fluid motion. “You do the rest for me, princess,” Toji said with a smirk. 

You were quick and got on your knees and tugged off his sweatpants and boxers until he was naked before sitting up more to wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, the flesh warm and silky as you jerked your hand up and down using the pre-cum as a lube before you leaned in and sucked on the swollen head with a groan looking up at him before taking more of him in your mouth. 

Toji rested one hand on your head and followed the movement as you bobbed up and down letting the spit that gathered in the back of your throat to cover his throbbing dick until you gagged around him, your pussy fluttered wanting attention which he knew. “Sit that pretty pussy on my face and you can continue to suck my cock, sound good princess?” He asked huskily. 

“Yes, I missed doing that so much, only you can make me feel this good.” You praised and watched as he settled on his back before he helped you get situated, your thighs straddling his face at this advantageous point he could see the clear sticky stringy slick bridged from your pussylips creating a mess that he wanted to clean up, his tongue sucked on your clit once you sat fully down on his face. 

His hands massaged your ass as you went back down on him, the fat mushroom tip of his cock hit the back of your throat while your hips rolled against his face chasing your own high, it was lewd; the wet sounds of you sucking his cock like you were slurping a thick milkshake and him he acted like this was the last time he was going to be able to get anything to eat ever again. 

You’ve never felt so wet between your legs like this as you gripped his thighs intent on making him cum, your hand came down to cup his sack rolling it in your hand gently while fucking his face with no shame feeling the ball of pleasure tighten in your lower belly as he made out with your pussy slowly with tender kisses and licks spreading you open while bucking his hips up. 

Toji moaned against your wet cunt growing closer to his orgasm when you sucked his head and let go of one of your ass cheeks to hold your head down excited to feel your throat tighten around him like this again, this time he’s the lust-riddled one filling the back of your mouth with his warm cum. He tapped your ass and pulled away. “Don’t swallow just yet, cum for me.” 

He sat you back down on his face, his tongue swirled against your clit again as you struggled to keep his load that mixed with spit and trickled from the corner of your mouth, a moan threatened to slip free but you kept down and creamed on his tongue with a grunt experiencing the best orgasm you’ve ever had, your body went limp making it easy for Toji to tuck you into his lap. 

His hand held your cheeks and squeezed them watching his thick cum oozed from your swollen and shiny lips. “Such a pretty sight, so cute, you still taste like a delicacy.” Toji pushed into your mouth with his thumb and watched as you sucked on it before pulling away to kiss him transferring his own release into his mouth, it was vulgar the way he swallowed it all no issue. 

When you pulled away completely it was easy to melt into his warm naked embrace before you attempted to sit on his knees and rub the length of his leaky cock between the lips of your sticky pussy, his finger followed along the smooth ridge of himself gathering your slick lubing his cock up letting the tip catch on your soft hole. “This will always be my pussy, ya know that? I can’t believe you thought that guy could make you feel this good, huh? Nod if you know what I’m saying. Don’t tell me you’re already tapped out.” He chuckled and pinched your cheeks. 

Toji nodded your head for you with a dark grin as he glided his cock in the seam of your cunt before he used his strength to manhandle you on your back spreading your legs obscenely wide which in turn parted your pretty pussylips coated with a beautiful shine of tangled slick. “‘S sexy, you’re fucking perfect for me.” He groaned and cupped your entire heat in his palm with a grin. 

He was sure the camera caught the angle of him having you spread out open on the couch, his arms keeping you pinned down knowing exactly what it was you craved the most; and he was the only one who could grant you the mercy of coming again until there you were laid spent. 

You looked up at him with a flushed face and glassy eyes, there was no way for you to go with his arm pressed against the back of your knees keeping you spread out open for him. “Nowhere to run, take my cock like you were meant to.” He muttered drunk on the need to feel you sucking him in even though there you murmured he was too big when Toji pushed past the soft muscle of your cunt slowly until he was bottomed out making sure you felt each ridge and vein of him. 

The both of you let out a collective gasp of pleasure as Toji moved his hips back and forth in a steady rhythm. His thrusts were slow and methodical showing you just how much he missed you, each roll of his hips brought you closer to the edge, with the way he positioned himself he considered himself one of the luckiest men ever to be able to see you take him so well. 

Toji pushed one of your legs further back pressing it against your ear almost as he planted one foot on the floor and slowed his pace savoring the feeling of how your pussy felt wrapped around him. He bent at the waist and leaned down to kiss you again, his tongue playing with yours in a passionate makeout session, his hot breath panting against your flushed skin. 

With him on top, it was impossible not to feel so full of him and at this angle, the tip of his cock hit the right spot with each thrust while his pelvis rubbed against your clit. “I love the way you look under me, so vulnerable and cute.” His lips left a trail of hot kisses down your neck and you felt your heart flutter. You moaned in pleasure as your body trembled in anticipation. 

His mouth found yours again in another sensual kiss feeling your orgasm erupt. Your cunt pulsated around him trying to milk him for everything he has. “Toji! Feels so good!” You moaned with a slack jaw, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he drug you up and down the length of his cock, his hand brushed away your hair in a caring and gentle manner. 

“I know princess, you’re milking me ‘s good, should fuck a baby into you, would ya like that?” He grunted giving you some reprieve when he tossed your leg over his shoulder letting it dangle as he fucked you through your high, the idea of your belly swollen and round with his baby made Toji feral, his cock throbbed deep inside you as he stopped his movements pinching your cheeks again with another chuckle. 

Your eyes fluttered open as you stared at him with lust-blown pupils. He nodded your head then shook it side to side. “Did you understand me?” He asked repeating himself anyway before you got the chance to respond. You nodded your head of your own volition wanting it as well, it was something that you’d thought about before and you both have discussed marriage too. 

He grunted deep in his throat grinding himself against you, his orgasm hit him hard as he emptied himself inside your wet soft pussy until it leaked out around him despite him keeping you plugged up. Toji turned his head and pressed feather-light kisses to your ankle. “I really missed my princess, come home with me?” He asked and looked down at you. 

Your heart shuddered in your chest as you reached out to link your fingers with his. “I will stay the night with you, but I think I’m going to stay at my apartment, show me how serious you are first then we’ll go from there.” You told him, and even though he would like if you did move back in he agreed and made a vow to change his ways if that meant you’d come back to him fully.