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The Red Chanpuru officer turned around, eyes wide when they recognised you. "Y/n?" He called out cautiously. "What are you doing here?" He frowned.

Your body moved before you could stop him, your hand landing flat against his cheek with a loud smack, turning the boy's head to the side. Rakta and Bacchus' mouth hung open, confusion and shock written all over their faces.

"What am I doing here?" Your voice came out harsher than intended, months of hurt seeping out. "You leave me without a word and I find you in a random street? Care to explain?" Hot tears rolled down your face, chest heaving as you tried your best to compose yourself.

Suo was your boyfriend back in Makochi.

Or so you thought.

Meeting him was purely by chance when you were caught up with a petty gang bullying a kid. Saving the kid on instinct, you were cornered by the men when Suo appeared as your saviour, standing between you and the rowdy men and acting as a shield for you and the scared child.

It had been a dream from then on. Unable to stop thinking about you, the composed Suo Hayato had acted like a fool as he pursued you with his gentlemanly actions.

It was simply impossible to not fall for him. Looking after you in every way possible–opening doors for you, giving you flowers just because, treating you to meals or simply cuddling with you after a long day. It had been a dream while it lasted.

But your heart was torn to shreds when Suo disappeared without a trace, wiped off the face of the earth. Calling him hundreds of time, each going straight to voicemail and after a while, that too stopped.

You broke down in front of his friends when Nirei told you what had conspired that night. That he was leaving Furin and Makochi without a reason. Your heart had ached when you saw the bruises and bandaid on Nirei's face.

You remember Suo telling you about how he was training Nirei and how quick he was to get better at fighting. To think it was the same person who did this to his friend, it made you realize that it was all a lie.

Calling on hours on end, meeting everyday, him walking you back home from school even if his place was a forty minute away from yours. It was all a lie.

Loving you was a lie.

"Do you know how hard it has been for us? For me?!" You screamed. The street had gone quiet, but you did not care. Not when you found him in what seemed to be a random street in Chanpuru. You wouldn't even be here if it were not for the new friend who had called you to her place.

"My love, wait–", Suo started, his hand going to hold your shoulder before you swatted them away, hard.

"Don't you dare call me that," you said through gritted teeth, seething with anger. "You lost that privilege the day you left us without a word."

Suo's mouth opened to say something, but the words died down in his throat.

Rubbing your hand over your teary face, you ripped out a ring from your finger, throwing it straight at his face.

"Take it back," you said, voice breaking.

The promise ring Suo had gotten for you four months into your relationship.

He had surprised you with the jewellery on a random stroll to the bakery downtown. "For the promise of always being with you, my love," he had said while kissing your hands.

It had been picture perfect.

"I regret ever meeting you, Hayato." The words tore your heart apart to say out aloud but you couldn't help it.

Months spent crying yourself to sleep, you had almost entirely stopped going to school, the streets reminding you of the countless times Suo had walked with you.

It was all too painful.

"I hate you."

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"Come on, 𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁! it's been hours!" You groaned, screaming at your boyfriend who had spent the last four hours sitting in his chair, rock music filling his office.

The designer only looked up for a second before screaming, "What, dolly?!" You winced, shaking your head. "I said, you've been after Rudo's full face for hours now. Don't you think your girlfriend also deserves some of your time?" You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.

𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 seemed to think for a second before sticking out his tongue. "I'm almost done, dolly! Give me fifteen minutes more and I'm all yours!" Or so he has been saying for the last hour and half.

You roll your eyes, contemplating your options. You can give up and hang out with Eisha or your teammates. But 𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 has been crammed up in his office for days now. Coming back to the room so late into the night that it's almost morning, and it also doesn't help that Semui seems to have jobs ready the moment you show up to the reception desk.

And it also doesn't help that your boyfriend hasn't touched you in days, too engrossed in his work. It's only a matter of time till you break. You stand there for a minute, thinking about your next actions carefully, eyes glinting with mischief.

"You brought this onto yourself, just so you know," Your boyfriend barely heard you say before you spun his chair around, kneeling right before him.

"Dolly, Y/n–!" He's cut off as you pull down his pants, palming him through the fabric. "I told you I was getting needy," you smirk, feeling him grow underneath your hands.

𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 sucks in a breath, biting his lip to keep from moaning. Taking out his hardening cock, your mouth waters as it grows in your hands, bulbous tip alluring.

Kitty licking the tip, your eyes lock onto his as you take in his tip, run your tongue along his salty tip, already leaking precum.

"Fuck, babe, you're crazy," 𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 groans, his hand caressing your head. He hadn't locked the door, and neither had you. If Enjin were to check on his coworker's progress, he would be in for a treat.

Giving his cock a few pumps, you lick a thick strip from his base to his leaking, red tip, pressing kisses along his length. 𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 breathes out shakily, hips bucking into your hands,

You tut, pushing him back down. "Patience, baby," you giggle, sucking on his tip. Teasing him a bit more, you finally take him inside your mouth, throat adjusting to his length, no matter how many times you have done this before.

𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 curses under his breath, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. Bobbing your head along his length, slurping noises drowning out in the music that is still blasting.

Thank god for that.

Unable to hold himself back, 𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 his pubes. You gag around him, nails leaving red, blooming streaks along his pale thighs.

"Such a fucking tease, baby," groans your boyfriend, quite enjoying the show of spit sputtering around the corner of your lips, tears streaming down your face. "You brought this onto yourself, sweetheart," he chuckles, using your throat as his personal fleshlight.

Holding the back of your head, 𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 pinches your nose shut, smiling as you struggle to breathe. Your head feels dizzy from the lack of oxygen, his cock still fucking your throat without a care in the world.

Your lover pulls your head away for a fraction of a second. Before you could take in a lungful of air, he shoves his messy cock into your mouth again, fucking your throat with reckless abandon.

Holding your head flush against his pelvis, he moans out your name as he comes deep in your throat, salty cum running down your throat. After he was sure you had drank all of it did August pull out from your used throat, smugly proud of himself.

Wiping your lips with the back of your hand, your eyes burned seemed to burn holes into his. "Don't look at me like that! It was you who started this game."

You rolled your eyes, a proud smile on your lips as you get up. "So? Is your girlfriend more fun than your clothes or not?"

𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 smirked, hands wrapping around your waist as he hugged you close.

"A thousand fucking times better, dolly."

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Thinking about 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐲 who gets handsy everytime you're near him. Whether you're wearing the Cleaner's uniform or the lounge wear he gets for you, he just have to smack or pinch your ass. It doesn't matter that you're alone or on a trash beast exterminating mission. He will smack that ass. Trust.

𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐲 who is very good with dates! He remembers each and everytime anything remotely significant happened in your life and has that date etched into his brain. Be it the first ever date he took you on, or the day you joined the Cleaners. He has that all in his mind. And he never fails to wish you as such with gifts varying a wide range.

𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐲 who has gifts for every occasion. Your pet's birthday? They get a custom-made collar. Your periods? A basket full of chocolates, flowers (artificial ones for now,) heating pads, cookies, medicine and anything you could think of. And if its your birthday, don't even think of stepping our your shared room.

You'd spend the entire next day just opening gifts from your husband who just sits by your side, eyes sparkling each time you unwrap a present.

𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐲 who learns how to grow flowers from Delmon. The soil on the Ground is not the best for flowers to bloom. But if Delmon can do it, so will your husband.

Tamsy spends months after months of learning gardening from Delmon, learning everything there is to know about flowers. What flowers to grow, their seasons, what diseases that they can get, absolutely everything. And after a year spent learning and months of trial and failure, Tamsy surprises you with your personal garden. Planting flowers so that there is blooms every month, all through the year.

The crystal vase by your bedside table never goes empty.

𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐲 who gets jealous easily. If you spend a second too long with talking to someone else, the man sulks like a child, pouting till you kiss that pout off.

He even gets jealous of the Kids squad who has come to love you as a mother figure, coming to your and your husband's room every now and then, sitting all surrounding you as you tell them stories.

𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐲 who stands by the doorway frozen in place as he saw everyone form the Kids Team sleeping around you — Rudo's head resting on your right shoulder, Guita on the left, Dear sleeping in your lap with your fingers in his hair, Remlin sleeping with his mouth hung open by your feet.

That man had to pry them off of his dear wife.

𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐲 takes pride in helping you around the house. Unlike many men, Tamsy had taken the responsibility of morning coffee with breakfast, coming to your bed with a tray full of two coffee mugs and bread, waking you up from your sleep.

He genuinely likes helping you with chores — dusting furniture while you tell him what goes where and he happily moves them, washing the dishes while you dried.

Even if you were gone for a mission for a few days, you'd come home to a sparkling clean home, sheets dried and laundry already folded.

𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐲 who loves to cook for you. A hearty meal after you come home after a long day of dismantling trash beasts and fighting Raiders, the smell of your husband's meals makes all the stress of the days slide off your shoulders.

Walking upto him, your wrap your arms around his waist as he stirred something in the pot, leaning his head back onto your shoulder. "Long day, darling?"

You sigh, his familiar scent bringing you comfort. "You know it."

Tamsy smiles, kissing your temple. "Freshen up, dinner is almost done."

𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐲 who doesn't let you do anything while he washes the dinner dishes with you standing beside him, fingers mindlessly drying the dishes as yout tell him all about your day. And the man listens to everything you have to say with that signature smile of his, nodding and gasping when your story called for it.

𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐲 who eats you out like his life depends on it.

Firm hands pressing down on your thighs as he laps up your cunt, sucking your clit with reckless abandon.

"T-Tamsy...!" You choke out a moan, trying your best to push his head away from your burning core. How long has your husband been between your legs? Hours passed, but the man shoved his tongue inside your fluttering hole without a care for time.

Tamsy groans in annoyance, begrudingly taking out the bundle of nerves from his greedy mouth. "I'm not done yet, darling. Don't you know it's rude to interrupt a hungry man's meal?"

You shake your head from side to side, body shaking from overflowing pleasure coursing through your veins. Your husband had made you come more than three times with his mouth alone. And by the way, your lover was acting, he was far from done.

"C-can't 'sy, can't come no more!" You scream, your thighs feeling like jelly as they shook in your husband's calloused hand.

Tamsy tuts, shaking his head in disappointment. "This won't do, darling." Getting up, he fetches his vital instrument from the table, spinning the disstaff as its ropes coiled around your splayed body.

Ropes bind your hands above your head, forcing your shaking legs apart as they coil around each leg, keeping you bare open before Tamsy's hungry eyes.

Licking his shining lips, he whistles, finally satisfied. "See that darling? Tokushin never dissapoints me," he praises his Jinki, his tone condescending as he looks down on you, helpless and completely at his mercy.

He leans down to your slobbering cunt, sniffing in your scent like an addict. Because that was what he was.

Addicted to you.

Licking a strip from your cunt, his lips captured your clit, rolling the bud on his tongue. Playing, teasing.

Kissing your folds, he shoves two lithe digits in your awaiting cunt, curling them inside you. You gasp, back arching off the matress. Your husbands' glowing eyes are fixed on your face, contorted with pleasure.

You writhe in his intrument's binds, the cool sensation of his labret piercing, a stark contrast to your burning hot skin. Delving his tongue in your hole, the Cleaner continues thrusting his fingers inside you, fucking you open on his face.

He humps the bed as he all but made you side his face, his nose nudging against your clit from the movement. "Fuck, darling," he groans, sinking in his teeth on your folds. "You never fail to amuse me."

You could feel your high approaching, the coil in your abdomen tightening as Tamsy continued to fuck you with his face. Before you could warn him, you squirted all over his face, drenching his lashes as he looks at you with a smirk on his drenched lips, eyes glinting in mischief.

"My my, sweetheart," he muses, rubbing your release all over his face before the thrusted his fingers inside his mouth, sucking noisily. "Never knew my beloved was a squirter."

Mind buzzing, you could not even look at him as he climbed over you, his cock in his hand as he stroke himself to the view– you tied by his Tokushin, body shaking and flushed. And entirely his.

As Tamsy slid the mushroom tip of his dick along your wet folds, you choke on a moan, entirely overstimulated. "Tam-Tamsy, wait, 's too much!"

Tamsy smiles that sickly smile of his, hands pulling you up as he held you close, lips softly kissing down your neck. "Breath for me, my clematis."

You breathe in deeply, finally calming down when air fills your lungs. "All good, my dove?" Tamsy asks softly, kissing along along your jaw.

You nod, "'mkay," you mumble, hiding your face in the crook of his pale neck. "now...fuck me....please," you say under your breath.

Tamsy laughs in amusement. "Of course, my darling. Your wish is my command, afterall."

Holding you close, Tamsy bottomed out inside you, biting his lips as your walls clamped down on his length. "Fuck, my darling," he groans, pulling you even closer by the waist, biting down on your neck. "You're gonna milk me dry."

You whine as he begins to move, thrusting deep within you. Holding your bottom, Tamsy hisses as he fucked you deep. Your eyes widen when he hit the sweet spot, mouth hanging open. "There it is," he smirks, licking a strip from your jaw. "Your sweet, sweet spot, darling."

And he makes it his mission to hit it every time he thrusts in, your body spasming in his hold.

Lying you down, Tamsy holds your wrists down as he pummels your cunt, tears rolling down your face from the mind-numbing pleasure. "You look so pretty when you cry, my love," Tamsy laughs, licking away your tears.

"'m close, tam," you moan, thighs wrapping around his torso. "Me too, my dove. Lets come together."

You nod frantically, biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood. Prying your lips open, Tamsy crashes his lips on yours, groaning as you come around him. It doesn't take long for your husband to spill deep inside you, his cum spilling out from your stuffed cunt.

Your husband holds you close as the two of you come down from your high.

His eyes stops glowing as he dispels his intrument, the ropes unwrapping from your body. Tamsy kissing, kissing your bare skin, proud and content. "You did so good, my love," he praises, wiping the sweat off your forehead.

You manage a sleepy smile, your eyes threatening to close. Tamsy smiles yet again, settling down beside you, his arms wrapping around your spent body. Reassuring, trusting.

Tamsy kisses your forehead, moving hair out of your face. "Sleep, my darling. I'll be right here when you wake up."

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the kiss was full of longing and relief; your lips moved in sync, fitting like puzzle pieces. yuta's fingers treaded through your hair, left hand on your lower back pressing your body closer to his.

a muffled moan escaped the you lips as you parted for a fraction of a second. the special grade's sunken eyes drinking in yours. deep and longing. chapped lips moving down your neck, his hands roaming all over your body. hungry. greedy.

yuta pushed and guided the two of you back till your body touched the wall of the dark tunnel, groaning as he grinded against your increasingly wet cunt.

"thought I'd never kiss you again, pretty," he huffed, sucking on the skin of your neck.

you moaned, throwing your head back against the stone wall. "yuu, baby–," you managed before his hands found their way under your white uniform, lithe fingers toying with your breasts. "p-people might see!"

"let them," yuta mumbled against your skin, reckless dripping from his words. "their eyes will be blessed."

you couldn't argue that the prospect of other players catching you in the act, maybe even fucking their cocks into their useless fists, aroused and utterly helpless as they just watch.

"mmngf–" you moaned, grinding your pussy against his cold palm, your body acting on its own. yuta fumbled as he took out his pulsing cock from the restraint of the fabric, mushroom head flushed and pink.

pretty as always.

"fuck baby," he groaned, sliding his tip along your slick folds, dipping in just before pulling out. teasing. "can I, my love?" he pouted mockingly, eyes hungry with lust. "can I please fuck you? Here in the open, for all to see?" he smirks, his thumb making its way to your mouth as you suck mindlessly. always so good.

he knows the answer, but he still asks, enjoying the helpless look on your face as you nod frantically, thighs pressing together in desperate need for friction, humping his knee like an animal.

"words," he whispered in your ear, low and dangerous. "use your words, doll."

"yes, yuu," you begged, tears gathered around your eyes. "please, fuck me."

yuta almost came right then at your whine, desperate and hungry. "as you wish, my darling," he grunted, hissing as he bottomed out inside you.

your walls clenched around his dick, not wanting to let them go. "fuck, yuu!" you screamed, trying your best to keep your sounds, but it is nearly impossible as yuta thrusted inside you with abandon, chasing his own high.

yuta lifted your legs, wrapping them around his waist. this new angle allowed him to thrust even deeper, his your abdomen, the imprint of his dick moving inside you.

you sobbed, body shaking from pleasure. "ungh–," you groaned, toes curling. "fuck fuck fuck!"

yuta bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. the veins on his arms were about to pop as he used the wall as leverage to fuck you even deeper, his mind buzzing with white-hot pleasure. he could feel his near approach.

your back arched off the wall, your walls fluttering around his hot cock. body strung to the limit, your high came crashing down as yuta pummeled his cock, fucking you through your high.

it didn't take long for him to come, biting down on your skin as he spilled deep inside you till they dripped out your stuffed cunt, messy and almost pornographic.

body shaking from the high, your body slumped forward, colliding with his heaving one. "yuu, you bastard," you mutter, body buzzing from the pleasure. and to think you just wanted to kiss your lover after he fought so well against the cursed roach.

"hehe, sorry, sweetheart," yuta pouted, setting you down slowly as he pulled out.

"it's your fault for your lips being so fucking sweet to me," he pouted mockingly, moving the hair away from your sweaty face.

"Don't you know I'm a pervert?"

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