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"So you're going out with us tonight, right?" You looked to the ceiling for patience as your coworker threw her arms around your shoulders and peered at you with a grin.

She was fun. Mischievous and adventurous and the polar opposite of you; that huge difference in personality was what made the two of you work. Lately she was super hung up on the idea of coaxing you into a threesome with her boyfriend and it had become something of a joke. It'd probably be a fun experience if the news of them getting out a month ago hadn't rendered you unable to think about anything else.

Did they know you'd run? Were they looking for you? Did they miss you?

"Leave Y/N alone, Yui." Her boyfriend tugged her to him, laughing. He was a genuinely nice guy, and that was half the problem. You had yet to figure out what his appeal was. Fuck, you couldn't even remember his name.

"But babe!" Yui whined, pouting at you when he just rolled his eyes affectionately, and you offered her a grin.

"It's that new club in Roppongi! C'mon, it'll be so much fun. Please? Sai is gonna buy our drinks." She wiggled her eyebrows and her boyfriend gave her an incredulous look.

"I am?" You couldn't help but laugh as you finished unpacking the new merchandise, eyeing some of the sleazy dresses. It might be fun.

"Fine, you can bring what's-his-face too." The one sided negotiation was finally starting to amuse you.

"You mean my boyfriend?" Yui looked so scandalized you snorted in laughter, shaking your head and thumbing a particularly skimpy dress.

"God, you made it official? But you guys have, like, no chemistry."

"He's a good guy." It was natural to defend him.

He was a text book definition good guy, in fact. So far removed from your type that he may as well be on a different planet. But he was going to be a lawyer and took you to nice restaurants. His family was sweet. White picket fence with two kids and a dog was what he expected, and you were prepared to deliver on it.

Because that was normal.

"He's boring, and he'll make you miserable. Mark my words, Y/N, he's not the one." When you didn't engage the line of conversation, she went back to trying to weasel an agreement from you.

What if you run into them? The thought shouldn't have sent your heart racing, and you clicked your tongue in annoyance. How would you know if your coping skills were working if you didn't test them? That was reasonable, right? Right?

And... you should say goodbye, right? Sure, they'd spent more time away from you than with you, but the bond you three had was intense. It'd be disrespectful to just ghost them. Yep. That made sense.

"As long as you're letting me mooch off you all night, cause I'm broke as fuck 'til next Friday." You finally sighed, smirking when she squealed and agreed, bouncing on her heels.

* * *

Your boyfriend had tests to study for, which was fine because you really didn't want him there anyway, and neither did Yui. Not that you'd ever admit it; you feigned just enough disappointment to be socially acceptable while she chattered about how cute the little pink dress you'd bought was.

The back was open and it barely covered your thighs, which left you looking a bit slutty with your heels, but that was kinda the point. A quick 'wish you were here' selfie for your busy boyfriend and viola! you were free of your obligation to cater to his disappointment.

Thus, Yui started plying you with alcohol.

You danced and laughed and took videos. Fuck, you even let her grind on you for her man's viewing pleasure before he hauled her off to the bathroom after a confirmation that, no, you were not interested in participating.

It was hard pretending you gave a fuck about any of it. The monotony was mind-numbing. Work, eat, sleep, and occasionally go out with friends. You were missing the adrenaline rush of a fight, or the comradery you'd had with Toman, even.

You'd finished your drink, enjoying being just this side of drunk and scrolling through facebook to occupy your thoughts for a bit. You doubted what's-his-fuck -- someday you'd remember his name, you vowed, because that's what normal friends did -- would keep Yui gone for long, but it was never fun being left alone in a dimly lit nightclub booth.

"This seat taken?" You hummed noncommittally, chin propped up in your palm.

Kou: Come over tonight? I miss you. :(

The text actually made you cringe. Maybe he wasn't the one you should be settling for. Surely there were some normal guys that weren't quite... this bland. There wasn't even anything wrong with him. On paper he was perfect marriage material. Why were you like this?

Y/N: Sure! I'll text when we leave. :)

With that painful exchange done, you looked up to see if the guy really had decided to sit with you and promptly dropped your phone. It clattered loudly and you winced, hoping you hadn't just fucked the screen up.

"Ran!?" He was mimicking your previous pose with an amused expression, batting long lashes at you teasingly.

"Y/N." Sliding you a drink, he smiled and you returned the gesture broadly.

"Well, that's embarrassing. Hi, how've you been?" You laughed sheepishly, pressing a hand to your heated cheek.

"I've been just lovely, sweetheart, how about you? Anything interesting happen while we were away?" Practically vibrating in your seat, you took a sip of his offering before licking your lips. Man, you were too drunk to properly combat the urge to preen under his gaze as it dipped to your exposed cleavage.

"Mm, got a job, moved into a shitty apartment, made some friends." You shrugged after ticking off the main points, popping the straw back into your mouth so you didn't start nibbling your fingers. Without really thinking about it, you folded your arms beneath your chest and leaned against the table. The way his gaze flickered back down to look caught your attention though.

"... Got a boyfriend." That one was a dig; you were curious to see if he reacted at all to the news. The only indication he'd heard was the slight dimming of his smile, but even that was so miniscule if you hadn't been staring so intently you'd have missed it.

"Oh?"

That was it. Oh.

"Mhmm." Your smile was threatening to become a smirk. The silence wasn't uncomfortable; you took a moment just to bask in his presence.

Your therapist had told you that you weren't in love with them. That you had an unhealthy codependency; you had somehow managed to fall into hero worshiping them for standing up for you as children.

You begged to differ.

"Do I know him?" Violet eyes were shining eerily; you knew you were probably swooning, but he was so fixated on the idea of you being in a relationship that he wouldn't notice.

"Nope. He's in school to be a lawyer, though, so you might in a couple years." That dig had been an accident. The filter between your brain and mouth had apparently shut off at some point. Rans eyebrows shot up, but his grin only widened.

"You seem like you've got something to say." He commented laughingly and it doused your amusement.

"Just that I'm done with the gangster shit. I don't want to be involved in it. I like my life the way it is now."

"That sounds a lot like you're breaking up with me, little lamb." It was said teasingly -- because it wasn't as if you could really even be called together in any capacity anymore -- but his smile was gone. The narrowing of his eyes forced yours down to the drink you were sipping at.

Your therapist would have been proud of you for confronting this problem. Maybe not the way you'd went about it, but the closure would do you good. You were an addict, and the Haitani brothers had been your drug of choice. Being around them was a shitty idea, and you needed to make it clear that you didn't want them around.

It was a lie, but you'd worked too fucking hard to get yourself back on track in life to let them fuck this up for you.

Boundaries. You were setting boundaries.

"I guess I am." The words instantly killed your good mood. It was like someone had hit you in the gut; Rans eyes widened in surprise and the urge to chew at your fingertips couldn't be ignored anymore.

You wanted to take it back.

Something in you was twisting and clawing and burning as you moved to stand on shaking legs. No. No. Nononono-- before you could slip away, his hand darted out and you were hauled back. The edge of the table caught your hip; the hiss of pain drowned out by the thump of the bass as Ran dragged you sideways into his lap.

"No." His arms may as well have been steel beams for all your squirming to escape did.

"No? You can't just say no, Ran! That's not how this works."

"Like Hell it isn't. You're ours." It was growled out as his nails dug into your hips; the shudder that rattled your form made him let out a soft huff of satisfaction.

"I can't do this with you right now," You wished your voice wasn't wavering, it would have helped make your case. "I don't want to, and I don't have to. Let go!" Kicking your legs petulantly didn't make his grip loosen at all but you were vaguely aware you probably flashed some fortunate souls.

"Fuck that!" Ran gripped your jaw hard enough you suspected it would bruise and forced you to look up at him. "You think you're going to find someone better and run off? Think you're too good for me and Rin anymore?"

"Yeah, thats exactly what I'm doing, you asshole. They'll be better for me and I won't end up getting the shit kicked out of me on the daily, or waiting around for you two to get done doing time!"

"They'll be better for you, maybe, but not like us. Nobody will ever love you like we do, Y/N."

The sound of Rindous calm voice cut through the noise of the club and you felt the stupid starry-eyed look coming over your face.

Love?

They loved--

"What? That all you needed to hear? Way to be basic, babygirl." Ran clicked his tongue, licking his lips when you tried to jerk your face out of his grip. It was half-hearted. If you'd really wanted to fight back it wasn't as though you didn't remember how to throw a punch.

Rindous fingers danced along your exposed spine and the tension began leaking out of your body completely; Rans punishing grip loosened. You couldn't help it-- you'd missed them.

You always missed them. That was the problem in the first fucking place.

"There's my good girl." His thumb traced your lower lip pensively for a breath before you bit it softly. It was an impulse you couldn't resist with him so close, and the way his eyes darkened in response had you squirming on his lap.

"Y/N?" Yuis gasp gave you the push you needed to jerk away from him.

Rindou sidestepped when you scrambled from the booth with a soft curse, mortification sparking in your chest. Turning a sneer their way, you grabbed your friends arm to start pushing her away from them.

Great. Worlds colliding. Fun.

"I'm not your anything." Except you were and the fact all your hard work to build yourself up was being chipped away by their mere presence was pissing you off.

Ran just snickered, long arms draping across the back of the booth and legs sprawling out beneath the too-small table. When your eyes -- the fucking traitors -- rolled down his body appreciatively, stalling out at the bulge in his jeans for a beat too long to be appropriate, you wished that the room was darker.

"This was obviously a bad time," Rindou commented as your thighs pressed together at the sudden bolt of arousal. "Here, just take our number in case you need something and we can talk another time, alright, bunny?" The nickname earned him a whimper that you couldn't quite swallow; the smirk he gave you as he grabbed your phone off the table made you dizzy. Bastards.

When he proceeded to guess your password you barked out an incredulous laugh, but you didn't try to stop him from putting in their contacts. You should have. That'd be the smart thing to do.

But if these men didn't make you fucking stupid.

"See you soon."

* * *

You were angry-- stupidly, irrationally angry when you showed up at your boyfriends apartment. Honestly, you couldn't even remember the walk there -- besides the fact Yui had thought the whole evening was hilarious as she caught a cab with Sai -- but when you let yourself inside and kicked your heels off Kou was sitting on his couch and you just snapped.

You were upset and horny and he was there-- it wasn't fucked up to have sex with him cause someone else pushed your buttons, right? After another moment you realized you didn't even care as long as you could scratch the itch. Mr. Normal could manage that much for you, surely.

"Hey!" He looked over and did a double take, eyes widening in a way that might have made you laugh if you weren't counting backwards from ten over and over. "O-Oh, you look--"

A devious idea popped into your head; you decided to quit thinking so hard as you pulled up the camera on your phone. You propped it up on the coffee table and promptly straddled him, not even checking to make sure the angle was right.

Ten.

Your lips met his harshly, grinding down against him. It took seconds for him to harden beneath you as you tugged the dress off over your head.

Nine.

"Oh." He whimpered when you tugged on his lower lip with your teeth, reaching down to hurriedly undo his pants. He whimpered. Gag.

Eight.

None of it was right. His hair was too short; you petted the strands anyway, catching what you could and tugging softly. The asshole didn't even have the sense to line himself up or anything. You realized rapidly you wouldn't be able to cum like this, but you'd be damned if you didn't try just because his last name wasn't Haitani.

Seven.

You didn't mean to roll your eyes when he started kissing at your shoulder, but seriously. There wasn't even any tongue. Did you have to do everything? Luckily you didn't need much prep thanks to your time in the club -- not that you'd ever admit it -- but he could at least do better than that.

Six.

The red haze wasn't even getting better. If anything, the fact you weren't currently on one of their laps was making you angrier. You dropped your hand back down, stroking him a few times before tugging your panties to one side, ready to be done with this whole ordeal but to nice to just leave the man hanging.

Five.

"Y/N--" His voice was wrong, so you forced his head back and pressed your lips together again. At least he caught up enough to grip your hips as you sank down onto him, even if he didn't try to control the way you rocked your hips. It did feel good, at least, stretching you well enough you let out a soft sigh of relief.

Four.

Honestly, this was probably a shock to his system, seeing as the only position you two had ever fucked in was missionary, but wasn't most of this instinct? Your hand curled around the back of his neck, digging your nails in just to make him hiss. Maybe you could get off if he could just--

Three.

"Ouch! Hold on, sweetie, slow down--" He managed to flex his fingers, but let you keep bouncing on his dick despite his protests. God, you hated this guy. No, fuck, you didn't hate him. You didn't. Realizing he wasn't going to last very long, you dipped your fingers down and strummed at your clit desperately.

Two.

He came with a whine that grated on you, but you had enough of a conscience to pet him through it like you gave a damn about how he was feeling. You couldn't even borrow his cock and pretend he was someone else to get off, but sure, let's make sure he gets the warm fuzzies. Your high was gone, so you bit back a growl of frustration and tugged your fingers from your panties.

One.

Climbing off his lap and cutting the video, you could have cried. It was three goddamn minutes.

"What was that about?" Your boyfriend asked, breathless, as he tucked himself back into his pants; hitting send, you smirked to yourself before turning to him.

"Just missed you tonight. I'm gonna go clean up." It was a few minutes before he responded, and luckily you were still in the bathroom.

Ran: My poor little lamb. I'd love to help you out, but I'm kinda busy.

The video you got in return nearly made you crack a tooth. The strands of blond wrapped around his fingers, bobbing against his crotch under the flashing lights of the club made your hands shake.

Suddenly, he made a fist and you whimpered when he forced her down roughly. The sound of her gagging nearly made you black out with rage and envy.

The camera flipped around and suddenly you were looking at Rans smug, shit-eating grin before it cut off.

Y/N: Fuck you.

You played it again, eyes watering in rage and an uncomfortable neediness that you didn't want to be feeling before slipping your fingers back into your underwear. The tears slipped free as you braced against the wall, playing the damn thing over and over and over until--

A gasp of relief left you when your knees shook, the orgasm somehow managing to line up perfectly with his smug fucking smile.

Mine.

Ran: Awh, are you mad? That's too bad.

Ran: Make sure you tell your little boyfriend I said he's welcome.

* * *

"I-I'm sorry, what?" You were more shocked than hurt as you stood at the foot of the hospital bed. It had been almost a week since you'd bumped into the Haitanis. Things between you and Kou had been going well. Normal. Everything had seemed normal.

"We should break up." He wouldn't even look at you. Probably thinking you were going to burst into tears or something, but you were slowly putting shit together in your head.

"Why?" You willed him to be honest, trying to drill a hole in the side of his head with your eyes. He'd said it was a mugging gone wrong when the cops had shown up, and you'd -- naively, perhaps -- believed him because he was kind of soft.

"Everything's just... too much. I'm too stressed out between school and work and now this a-and-- honestly, Y/N, I don't think we're a great fit."

Liar.

"I understand." Because you did. You even got the parts he wasnt saying, like: "Hey some asshole with a baton beat me stupid because you didn't dump me, isn't that nuts?"

You didn't bother with anything else, letting him think you were just too upset to say goodbye as you hurried out of the hospital. Whipping your phone out, you dialed Ran before your indignation died out.

"Yes, darling?"

"Have you lost your fucking mind? What if he tells the cops you complete fucking idi--"

"Whoa, there, baby, slow down. What are you chewing me out about?" He interrupted, sounding more serious as you tried to control your volume.

"My ex-boyfriend is in the hospital." You bit out and there was a long silence. Just as you went to make sure the call hadn't dropped, there was a sudden bout of laughter.

"And the first thing you did was start lecturing me on getting caught? I knew you still cared." He cooed and you winced. Yeah, okay, that was probably shitty of you.

"No worries, little lamb, it wasn't me."

"I call bullshit."

"Cross my heart. You're barking up the wrong tree. Personally I'm a little sad I won't get anymore videos of you--"

"Goodbye, Ran." With that you hung up with burning cheeks, glaring at the phone as though it was somehow to blame. Much more hesitantly, you eyed Rindous contact.

Surely he wouldn't have. He'd been so calm at the club, and hadn't bothered you a single time since. But Kous arm had been broken, and you'd missed the explanation on that so-- so maybe--

You hit dial before you could change your mind.

"Did you do it?" You immediately spit out in lieu of a greeting when he picked up, too scared you would lose your nerve if he spoke first.

"Yes." Leave it to Rindou not to beat around the bush.

"You're gonna get caught." The fact tears prickled at your eyes was completely out of frustration and had nothing to do with the despair that suddenly washed over you.

They could drone on and on about being together all they wanted, but the more they did stupid shit like this the more certain you were that the three of you would never get anywhere. Even if you did decide that you wanted a relationship with them, where was it even going to go with them sitting in a fucking cell for most of it?

"Where are you?" Rindou asked simply as you swiped your eyes irritably and looked around. The fact you'd been wandering aimlessly like this was a bit embarrassing, and it took a minute to orient yourself enough to give him an answer.

"Give me five minutes. Don't move." He hung up before you could bite out something rude, and while you were tempted to disobey, your feet stayed planted right where you were. You wrapped your arms around your middle, counting backwards slowly and swiping the random, offending tear.

"Shit, are you crying? Bunny, c'mere." Rindou gently grabbed the nape of your neck and led you towards a nearby alley before wrapping you up in his arms. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't contain your sniffling; he stroked your spine gently even though you refused to hug him back.

"Look, I didn't realize you really liked the guy that much. Ran showed me the--"

"You think-- you think that's why I'm--?" A slightly hysterical sob burst out of you, followed by bitter laughter.

You grasped your sudden anger -- anger at him, and Ran, and yourself -- and shoved away from him roughly. Rindou didn't even look distressed when you gave into the urge to shove him again, letting out a strangled screech.

"I'm mad because you're an idiot! Because you and your fucking brother just breeze in and out of my life like no matter what you're just entitled to my lo--" You had the sense to halt that confession, turning your back on him to start pacing.

"And now you're gonna get into more shit and you'll be gone again and--"

"Y/N, look at me."

"Fuck no! You're stupid and this is stupid and I don't even know why I'm here--" Rindou stepped into your path, grasping your face in his hands and pressing a hard kiss to your mouth. You instinctively stepped back, inhaling sharply and he pressed forward, walking you backwards until you collided with brick.

"Not gonna leave you again." It was a distracted mutter against your lips; your hands gripped at the fabric of his shirt, pulling his mouth back to yours with a groan.

"Liar." Won't leave. Loves me. Lovesmelovesmelovesme--

"Promise."

Mine. Just as he leaned in again, a phone started ringing and you actually whined when he leaned back to answer it.

"What?" Rindou listened for a moment, eyes locked on yours as he caressed your face with his free hand.

"I'm with her now, actually. Yeah, yeah." He rolled his eyes, and you smiled softly to yourself. His thumb shifted around to your lips and you nipped at it, earning a smirk.

"Fine, whatever. Bye, Ran." Much like his brother had done before, Rindou pressed his thumb against your mouth and you opened for him. This time, however, you swirled your tongue around it, and he visibly shuddered as he pulled back.

"Not the first time, pretty girl." You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the grin he was wearing and rubbing furiously at your face.

Bastards.

《 Part Two 《

》 Part Four 》

Taglist: @selfishwitch, @youpieceofwasabi

You’d stared at the sweat-soaked jersey for all of two minutes before snatching it up from the floor and pressing it to your face, letting out a low whine. The full-body shudder made you feel ridiculous, but any shame was quickly wiped away by the moisture gathering between your thighs. Still hearing the shower running, you scurried onto the bed and buried your nose in his scent, running one hand down your stomach before dipping into your bottoms.

Just be quick. You told yourself, already circling your aching clit as you laid back, letting out a soft moan. Quickly growing frustrated with your clothes, you shimmied your pants and underwear down, spreading your legs so that you could bury your fingers inside yourself. Immediately, you knew it wouldn’t be enough; you let out a desperate whimper as you curled your fingers, trying to mimic the way your boyfriend moved his inside of you--

“Aren’t you pretty, little omega.” Kuroos voice made you jump, scrambling to hide yourself from the amused alpha by snapping your legs closed.

“Don’t stop.” It came out as a bit of a growl and you felt a rush of warmth go straight to your core. Obediently, you spread your legs and tentatively began touching yourself once more, focusing on the way his gaze darkened as he took you in.

“You’re always so good for me when you’re about to go into heat,” He chuckled, slinking into the room with a shit-eating grin. “Does it feel good, kitten?” You nodded as he settled between your legs, watching your fingers plunge in and out of yourself.

“Alpha--” Whining, you bucked your hips, trying to force your fingers deeper despite knowing you wouldn’t be able to.

“Please touch me?” He cooed at your request, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Anything for you.”

The thought alone made you whimper; your vision beginning to tunnel as his long fingers dug painfully into your neck. He just smiled -- that soft kind of smile you'd adored only a week before -- and squeezed.

"And here I was thinking I really liked you." There was hurt there. You could hear it behind the chuckle he let out; the way his voice seemed to crack -- just barely -- at the end of the sentence. If you could have you would have told him you'd felt the same. That you'd thought he was funny, and charming, and kind in a weird sort of way.

That you hadn't known.

But of course you hadn't known. He knew that. If you had then things would have went up in flames a lot faster; a CCG agent making friends with a ghoul? No, he couldn't imagine one managing to go that far even if it was some sort of undercover investigation.

Fate was just cruel enough to drop the two of you -- compatible in almost every way -- in the same college classes. He'd introduced himself by literally tripping over his own feet beside your table; you'd laughed so hard you cried as you checked on him and invited him to sit with you. Night classes were actually pretty full. Adults who had full time jobs and careers looking to further themselves in life rarely found time during the day to go back to school. It could have been anyone that befriended him, but it was you.

"Y/N!" Despite his turmoil, Tendou managed to dodge the incoming quinque attack, making a snap decision to flee instead of fight.

* * *

Can we talk? The text taunted him.

No. It was easy enough to respond and drop his phone onto the couch, running his fingers through his hair. Easy enough to pretend this whole situation wasn't eating him up inside.

Satori, please. He'd ignored your phone calls, your texts, your emails--

Your ringtone blared, startling him before he hit the ignore call button once more.

* * *

"Satori." The rain had dulled his senses, otherwise he surely would have noticed you. The smell of your perfume was distinct enough; the scent of your flesh alone was hypnotic.

Or maybe he wanted you to find him.

"Awh, hey there, little dove!" Tendou cooed, grinning as he took in your soaked form at the other end of the alleyway. Your neck was bandaged, and for a moment he felt some guilt. If your coworker hadn't intervened, you'd have been dead just because that was his knee jerk reaction. Now that he'd had some time to think about things, he'd realized how cruel he'd been about it. But he'd wanted you to hurt like he was. To fear for your life. To taste betrayal.

"I didn't know." The words confirmed what he'd already known, but he scoffed anyway, watching you shift uncomfortably.

"Didn't know what? That ghouls have lives? Make friends? Fall in love?" The way you seemed to shrink was answer enough. The common misconception was that ghouls only mimicked human behavior. That they weren't capable of actually feeling anything. He could only imagine the hurdles you were currently doing to understand him better. It made his heart stutter in his chest despite his best efforts at nonchalance.

"I've never actually met one," He raised an eyebrow and you hurried to continue. "Until you, I mean. I'm a glorified receptionist, okay, I'm pretty uneducated aside from some basic academy training, and obviously that's got a bias. I've never thought about ghouls outside of the abstract, but--"

"Tendou." You flinched when Ushijima stepped out from the building's back door, promptly quieting as the larger man addressed him.

The redhead turned to his friend, all smiles despite the anxious thump of his heart. What had you been about to say? Part of him -- hopelessly romantic -- wanted you to say you loved him anyway. That the two of you would figure it out.

"We need to go. The CCG has been spotted nearby asking questions." At that, you inhaled sharply, and both men fixed narrowed eyes on you. The bitter sting of betrayal washed over Tendou as he clicked his tongue, feigning annoyance to mask the hurt.

"Satori, I would never tell them about you, I swear--"

"Stop talking, Y/N." He wanted so badly to believe you. Your devastated expression was enough to soften his distrust, so when Ushijima shifted on his feet to move closer to your trembling form, he grabbed his friends arm to stop him.

"We don't have time." At the redheads oddly serious comment, the duo gave you one last, long look and headed on their way.

* * *

I miss you in class. Rubbing furiously at his face, he let out a long-suffering sigh.

You were nothing if not persistent; it had been weeks since the initial fight, and you'd made a point to reach out in one way or another at least twice a week. As though reminding him you were waiting.

He'd been steadfast in ignoring you, but couldn't seem to bring himself to block your number. He supposed he was just masochistic enough to miss you too.

* * *

"Please." Tendou looked at your expression -- misty eyes and sniffling -- and grit his teeth in annoyance.

"Why? Why won't you just let me go?" He demanded, watching as hope flared to life in your eyes.

"Because I love you." The whisper was breathless, and he watched with rapt attention the way your body seemed to tremble and brace in preparation for his reaction.

"Ghouls and humans don't mix, Y/N--"

"Don't do that. Don't act like it was all me." Your abrupt, bitter words tugged at his heartstrings.

"You felt it too. I know you did." The addition made him crack a small smile as he weighed his options. Being Shiratorizawas second in command meant he'd undoubtedly sacrifice a lot. All of his actions would have an effect on his friends, and he'd never had an issue with devoting himself to them entirely, even at the cost of giving up things he'd loved before.

"We were friends," He conceded, reaching out to rest one hand on top of your head, ruffling your hair. "But I don't love you. There's no future where a human and a ghoul can be happy together." It was a lie. He said it even though it tasted like the last time he'd tried to eat a cheeseburger -- bland and spongy and disgusting -- and watched as the tears you'd been fighting finally escaped your eyes.

"Says who?" Tendou watched the indignation overtake your features at his rejection.

"You work for the CCG--"

"Not anymore, I got a job working at the local clinic--"

"I eat humans--"

"And I'm not exactly a vegetarian--"

"I'm always going to be in hiding--"

"Satori. I don't care. I just want you." His heart was beating too fast for comfort at your attempts to persuade him. It was different, having someone want him so badly. Something new.

He'd seen people like Shirabu or Ushijima get confessions, but he'd always been the odd one out. Too quirky, too loud, too much. A monster in every sense of the word; humans and ghouls alike tended to avoid him if they could, but here you were. A little human begging him for a chance to be with him.

"You don't know what you're asking for." His hand fell from your head and you snatched it, pressing your cheek into his palm and staring up at him like he'd single handedly hung the moon.

"I'm asking for you. We can figure the rest out as we go, but I-- I can't let you go like this. Without even trying."

Tendou melted at the confession, letting out a soft groan of defeat as he pulled you into a kiss. You returned it with fervor, nearly making him fall as you stepped into his embrace.

* * *

"I can't imagine not eating cheeseburgers." You confessed during a prolonged silence, staring up at the ceiling as he scrolled on his phone, glancing over at you curiously.

"They taste awful." Tendou snickered at your distressed expression.

"Seriously, that blows me away." You took another puff off the joint, giggling a bit at the thought. Tendou was glad you were so absentminded when you were high, otherwise you might have noticed the complete devotion that must have shown on his face when you smiled up at him.

"Do we all, like, taste the same? Are there different flavors of people?" He barked out a laugh as you wondered aloud, looking completely mystified even as he rolled over on top of you, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your mouth. Sure enough, your train of thought was completely derailed and you chased his lips with yours.

"You're so gone, aren't you?" You nodded sagely at the question and he smirked, bumping your nose with his.

"Cute."

* * *

You seemed more shocked than anything.

The sensation of teeth sinking into your skin was, well, for lack of a better word, horrifying. Tendou knew that better than most, having been nearly cannibalized a time or two; he'd expected a screech of pain or something.

Instead, you went eerily silent, shaking like a leaf as the other ghoul leaned over you, head cocking to one side at your reaction.

"Are you waiting for me to give you permission or something?" You bit out, deadpan even though he knew you must have been terrified. When your eyes flickered to meet his, it occurred to him that you would die here. You didn't have a weapon that could hurt them; if he didn't bend to their wishes, they'd tear you apart.

"Feisty, ain't 'cha?" The man who'd had the audacity to take a chunk off your shoulder laughed, turning to smirk up at him with a bloody mouth. Your blood.

Tendou abruptly wasn't sure he could live with your death on his hands. Even seeing your blood was borderline overwhelming his senses; you smelled delicious and he was seething that not only was it not him that got to take the first bite out of you, but you were bleeding. You were his and you were hurt and he hated it--

"You know damn well they're not going to do anything for me." The ghoul stiffened as you snickered; the mocking grin you wore almost believable.

"Why would they give you territory for little ol' me? Because I'm fucking Tendou? Please." He got hung up on you using his surname, feeling as though the breath had been knocked from his lungs. The formality -- the bitter self-deprecation -- made his skin crawl despite falling into your ruse with a shrug and a smile when attention shifted back to him.

"You obviously mean something to him, or he wouldn't have even come." The boss argued, though the way he shifted his weight from foot to foot gave away his nerves.

"I spent ages luring her in." Tendou laughed, shrugging as you squirmed, actually looking uncomfortable.

"There are few things that feel as good as convincing someone to trust you, just to watch their faces when you turn on them." When the man glanced back at your face, you were glaring pointedly at the ground, refusing to involve yourself. He tried not to think about the wriggling seed of distrust he just dropped into your mind, approaching the confused man in a few long strides.

"Go ahead," He taunted, gesturing to you with a manic grin. "Kill her. But can we hurry this along? I have things to do today." Tendou heard your shaky exhale as the pair stared one another down, waiting for the other to make a move. The man who’d hurt you made the mistake of actually turning to you before Tendous hand shot through his chest. The blood splatter made you flinch; he briefly felt bad as it covered your features, but when he looked down at you coated in blood--

"Oh." You stared up at him with wide eyes as he breathed the word out, looking every bit the frightened little lamb; his heart rate skyrocketed at the sight. Prey. You looked like prey. Despite his best efforts, Tendous mouth began to water at the thought. His blackened gaze shot down to your wounded shoulder and he bit down on his lower lip anxiously.

"Untie me, Satori." The words were said firmly as time seemed to slow around the pair of you. He swore he could hear your heart thundering; tapping against your ribs nervously. It was intoxicating.

"Satori." He managed to shake off the urge to sink his teeth into you with great effort, cutting you loose and helping you up. When you thanked him, still keeping your distance, and turned to head for the exit, he was shocked by the desire to chase you.

* * *

"Is it a hungry thing or a horny thing?" You asked, watching him pace your living room floor.

"Both?" He answered, and you let out a nervous little giggle, smoke billowing out of your nose.

"Well, don't leave me in suspense!" Tendou was glad you could be so nonchalant about his admittance that what he was about to say involved being hungry, because he was struggling to come to terms with things.

"I want to hunt you." It came out a bit run together as he stopped to gauge your knee jerk reaction; fascinated by the flustered -- not horrified -- look on your face. You cleared your throat, taking a moment to glance out the window as you took another drag.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" The question came after a long moment of you composing yourself, and he couldn't help but be in awe.

"I wouldn't actually eat you or anything, if that's what you're worried about." Tendou tried to reassure you; tentatively, he ran fingers over your bandaged shoulder.

"Let me think on it, okay?"

* * *

You sprinted like your life depended on it, taking a sharp turn down the nearest alley as Tendous laughter echoed behind you. Your lungs ached with the effort of breathing, desperately gasping as you tried to recall exactly how to get to your own damn apartment. Despite knowing that he would never hurt you -- and maybe that was too optimistic, or even foolish -- you couldn't help the spike of adrenaline that you got at the thought of him keeping pace with you, watching you at a distance as you ran like a rat in a maze to escape.

“You’re faster than I thought you’d be, little bird.” A squeal escaped your lips as he pinned you to the brick building on your right, trapping you with deft hands despite your squirming. After some rough maneuvering, he’d managed to pin both your wrists -- winning your game with smug satisfaction; grinning slyly as you pouted up at him.

“You cheated.” The declaration earned you a glare; the pretty red of his eyes glimmering in the darkness.

“Don’t be a sore loser, brat.” You swallowed thickly as his fingertips traced your fluttering pulse, unable to shake the feeling of being in danger as he leaned in.

“This really is the worst kind of torture,” He sighed dramatically, brushing a feather light kiss across your lips. “You smell so good.” Goosebumps skittered across your skin when he pressed his mouth to yours, kissing you nice and slow; you went lax under his ministrations, eyes fluttering shut.

“I could just eat you up.” The teasing words had you shuddering, letting out a little whimper as he laved his tongue up your neck; you rested your hands on his waist, fingering his belt loops with a contented sigh.

“Satori--” You whined when he leaned back, smirking at your needy expression; stepping away from you. Using his belt loops, you managed to hold him still, fighting to catch your breath even as you pouted up at him.

“What? Can’t even wait until we get home?” Gently, he untangled your fingers from his jeans, lacing his with yours.

“Aren’t you a dirty little thing.” The redhead spun you around, pressing your front against the cold brick with a chuckle; you let out a pained hiss at the awkward angle of your arms, twisted around behind your back. His warmth against your back was soothing, even as he nipped at your skin, biting down a little too hard to really be pleasurable, but sending a jolt of arousal to your core anyway.

“Say please.” Tendou whispered in your ear before playfully nibbling at your lobe; you arched your back a bit in order to press your ass into his growing bulge, letting out a huff of frustration when he didn’t react.

“Please, Satori?” Part of him wanted to keep teasing you -- to drag out the high of having caught his prey; the way you were responding to everything was driving him absolutely insane -- but he decided that, for the first time, he should probably go ahead and reward you. You’d put a lot of trust in him, after all, when you’d played into his whims; admittedly, he’d nearly let himself get swept up a time or two with the chase and weighed how mad you’d actually be if he just took a bite--

You wriggled in his hold, and he let out an appreciative groan as you managed to grind on his cock; he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before using one hand to swiftly undo both of your pants. The pleased little mewl you released when he teased your soaked folds with the tip of his cock just about had him purring.

“Precious. Beautiful. Perfect.” He whispered to you, hiding his face in your hair as he slowly began to push inside of you.

“I love you, Y/N.” You clamped down on him like a vice at the quiet confession, letting out a soft moan of your own as he continued to mumble praises to you, sighing contentedly when he finally seated himself fully inside you. For a moment he just waited, enjoying the way your insides seemed to flutter and suck at him, before he began rocking his hips. The stuttering moans you released when he let your arms go to loop his own around your neck -- forcing your back flush against his chest -- earned you a soft snarl.

“Please-- Please, please, please--” Tendou didn’t think you even knew what you were asking for as he began a brutal pace, wrapping his arm tightly around your throat to quiet your whining. You braced yourself against the wall, pushing back to force him deeper.

“That's my good girl, look at you,” He cooed in your ear, letting out a low groan of his own. “You go so stupid for my cock, but you take me so well, baby--” The hiss he released as you keened, tightening down on him as you came made him snicker.

“Already?” Tendou mocked, feeling his balls tighten at the way you pulsed and sucked him deeper; your knees threatening to fold beneath you made him alter his pace enough to wrap an arm around your waist to steady you.

“Please cum in me.” Your hoarse voice -- needy and desperate and begging for his cum -- was what did him in; he loved the way you babbled your thanks, whimpering a bit as he stilled inside you to catch his breath.

"C'mon, little bird." Tendou snickered as he pulled out of you, licking his lips at the way your combined essence immediately leaked from your core. With a tenderness that always took you off guard, he helped you get yourself in order before crouching down and hefting you up onto his back.

You clung to him happily, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

"I love you, Satori."

"I love you, too."