The house you booked through Airbnb was in the mountains. You didn’t think anything of it because the whole point of the trip was to unwind. What better place than a home in the mountains surrounded by lush greenery? The sight alone brought peace to your soul. It’s not like you were compelled to walk into the mountains just to see what you’d find. You were in another country barely about to navigate the city without a guide, so why would you take a chance in the middle of the mountains?

It was your cousins that felt adventurous. They wanted, or needed, to do something fun, something that would make this trip special. The more they talked, the more they agreed that the four of you walking through the mountains was the answer. The only reason you left the Airbnb was because of their little story about someone being hurt and needing your help to carry them. It wasn’t until you rushed to their aid that the truth came out.

They wanted you to see the inside of a cave they had “found”.

You didn’t have the energy to cuss them out or to go on a whole spiel abut how childish they were. Your only thought was to go back to the house and pack your bags. The problem came when your brain couldn’t comprehend what you were witnessing.

It looked like a man, standing on the thickest coil of rope you ever saw, was chewing on Delilah? Maybe sucking on her neck? The cave was dark but as the man walked, or slid, close to the opening it was clear that her limp body was being devoured. His jaws unhinged far beyond the human limit as he tore chunks off flesh from her body. You didn’t know what to do. Even if you wanted to run your fear had turned your feet lead, you weren’t able to move. All you could do is watch as he left mortal wounds over her body.

Vin, the same cousin that tried to coax you into exploring this monsters den, let out an ear splitting scream. “What are you doing?” “Stop!” shouting anything that came to mind as she ran at the creature with a hunting knife. Before she could drive it into his stomach he crushed her skull with his free hand. You wanted to cry, scream, do anything but stand there as your family was murdered in front of you, but you couldn’t. His eyes followed you, probably trying to anticipate your next move while finishing the remnants of Delilah.

“You know them?” Up until now this creature has only been letting out hisses and darting his long, pink forked tongue between each bite. You didn’t think he could speak. If that’s the case why was he eating people that could communicate with him? Shouldn’t that go against his biology, even if you aren’t equals?

“I taste liquor.” he ripped the fabric of her clothes before eating away at Vin’s lifeless body, slithering closer. Snakes didn’t have strong teeth, yet he managed to bite her head clean off as if he was a bear. This didn’t make any sense.

“Were you celebrating? Is that why they came here?” At this point his pale skin was almost completely drenched in blood as he ate away, nearly half way done eating Vin. The splotches of rusted-red splattered against his abs, trailing down into the grooves of his dark scales.

He eats fast. Ten minutes haven’t even past and he was now down to Vinita’s left foot. You haven’t moved an inch since he first at Delilah but he still felt the need to coil his tail around you. Holding you tightly in his scales as he inspected you. Both hands now completely free to hold your head in his hands. Same ones that crushed Vin’s skull a minute ago. You flinched when he brought one of his hands up, only to feel his fingers tracing your nose. The strong nauseating scent of blood staining your face while he poked here and prodded there.

“Want to see my den?” it felt like he was nuzzling his chin into your neck, before finally resting it on top of your head. You were going to die, because they wanted to go caving.

He hasn’t eaten you.

You were certain death was upon you after watching the sunlight get smaller as he carried you off into the depths of the cave. Engulfed in darkness, hearing his thick scales slide along the ground. You were positive you’d be eaten with no remorse, just like Vinita and Delilah.

You didn’t expect to be thrown down onto a pile of pelts and pillows. He didn’t bother checking to see if you actually landed safely, opting to slither off into another part of his dimly lit cave. The pile was probably the softest thing you’ve ever laid on, far more comfortable than any bed you slept on. Had you been here under different conditions you’d probably be knocked out but your muscles remained tense. You were at this monster’s mercy.

“You haven’t moved?” It was quick. Before you had the chance to look in his direction the monster already had you in his arms as he wrapped his body around the cushions. “I was soaking in the springs for a while,” The blood may have been gone but the memory was still fresh in your mind. “Tell me what’s wrong, I know you talk.” he pulled you against him, forcing you to nearly straddle his waist as he lounged on his coiled tail. “the other two wouldn’t shut up.”

“Wh…h..” The words died on your tongue. You were barely even mumbling.

“You’re shaking,” he’s teasing, “You think I’m going to bite you?” This thing doesn’t have an ounce of remorse or shame for what he did. The sound of your clothes being ripped from your body didn’t go unnoticed. It was almost identical to the sound of Vinita’s denim bomber being torn apart.

“Human,” he sung now, “tell me what’s wrong.” with a small push to your bare shoulders he forced you onto your back, rising above you as you lie on his coiled tail. Earlier he mentioned going to a hot spring but his scales felt cool beneath your skin.

“What are you?” it was small. You could barely hear yourself when you spoke, almost unsure if it came out. His eyes were trained on your body as he shredded your jeans. By some miracle your flesh wasn’t being torn with it, a minor friction burn here and there but nothing serious.

“Answer me first.” the back of his hand brushed over your thighs and over your stomach. Now done destroying the clothes and wiping stray bits of fabric away, he finally had you entirely nude before him. You couldn’t afford to care about it. Not after what you witnessed. Being naked paled in comparison to having a front row seat to see human beings get devoured by a creature that shouldn’t exist.

“I…I don’t..”

“Hm?” Tears welled in your eyes as you stared into his. He turns his head and leans down, cupping his ear dramatically as you trip over the words. This thing has probably never felt fear in its life.

“I don’t want to die.” There was no fighting this creature, he was built to kill anything he could get his hands on. All you could do is beg him to spare your life, there is no shame in wanting to live but you felt pitiful crying in this things lap, or tail. It was demeaning, but it was all you had.

“Don’t be dumb,” he raised up his elbows to stare into your eyes “no one can hurt you if you’re with me.” His voice was sweet and it sounded like he was genuinely trying to soothe your worries. You felt sick. Your heart started to race again, the oxygen in the air must have been avoiding you because it didn’t feel like you could breathe. He won’t eat you, but ‘no one can hurt you’? The only way for that to make sense is if “No one would be dumb enough to touch my human.”

His human.

His human.

You were his human.

You didn’t want to be his human, or his anything!

You didn’t want to be here! You didn’t want to be stuck in this cave until you died of dehydration, hunger, or maybe even disease. You weren’t a conspiracy theorist, you had all your vaccines but this is a cave! There was no way it was healthy for a human to be down here. What if you’re exposed to some kind of germ or get bitten by a bug? What if this thing has venom—

“L-look sir, man, or w-whatever yo—,” he nipped your neck, causing you to beneath him. You were quick to place your hand over the sore spot, thinking you’d feel blood pouring from a wound but there was only saliva.

“Mikey.”

“Why did you—?”

“My name is Mikey.” it has a name.

“W-well Mikey, I w-want to go home,” the last time you said something like that you were at work and had almost four hours left on your shift “I won’t come back a-and I won’t tell any one,” hell, you’d never leave the fucking county after being in this mess. “I don’t want to st-stay here.”

“You don’t have a choice, it’s mating season.” what the fuck was happening?

“S-so find another snake thing!” You didn’t mean to say it with so much anger but this was absurd! You didn’t want to die and you didn’t want to have experimental sex with a monster. This was by far the most fucked up game of ‘would you rather’ you’ve ever played.

“No, I chose you so you’ll be my mate.”

“You don’t even know me! I’m not a beast like you, I don’t belong here!” What did he not understand?! If he didn’t have his fingers laced through yours you would’ve ripped your hair from your scalp out of sheer frustration.

“You belong here because I claimed you as mine, well I’m about to anyways,” you screamed. You closed your eyes and focused on screaming as loud as you could.

You took a deep breath and screamed your heart out for as long as your lungs would allow. When your chest begged for air you took a deep breath and screamed again. You needed someone to hear you, fuck the logic. It didn’t matter how far you were, or how deep this cave was, you’ll scream far as long as it took. Someone knows this cave exists. There has to be someone wandering around the mountain, someone close enough to stumble across this cave sooner or later.

Mikey shot down, laying over you as your shrieks filled the empty cave. You didn’t know if it bothered him and you didn’t care. He placed his hands on either side of your head, only staring down at you as you had your fit. Your eyes were squeezed shut, but you know he kissed your forehead. Then he kissed your cheek. You were still screaming when he kissed your chin. The only reason you stopped was because you heard him whisper your name.

His voice. It was filled with so much warmth when he said it. He said it again, and it was somehow softer. He said it so gently. How did he know your name?

“It won’t be too bad, being my mate.” he continued to kiss your neck, slowly making his way down to your breasts “you won’t go hungry, you’ll be safe, you’ll have whatever you heart desires.” his tongue flicks out, teasing your nipple until the bud hardens.

This was so strange, nothing could’ve prepare you for this reality. You were completely bare, laying under this human- snake abomination as he shifted his tail beneath you. What could you do to escape this? Mikey’s eyes were trained on you as he dragged his tongue across your breast, practically drenching you in his saliva. His hands wouldn’t stop moving. He kept running them along your sides, going to grab your hips before coming back to caress your stomach. Normally you’d lurch forward, too ticklish to let people touch your midsection but you remembered how sharp Mikey’s claw like nails were. It was because of that you were able to find the strength to be still as he had his way.

“You look tense, but you smell good.” All that willpower almost went down the drain when he reached down between your bodies to cup your mound. “Relax,” you weren’t worried able the pleasure, that was the last thing on your mind, but your body wasn’t in tune with your mind. Regardless of how you felt, he was pressing all the right buttons. You hated this, but your pussy clenched around nothing as his middle finger traced over your folds. Just as he took a nipple into his mouth he pressed his finger to your dripping hole, gathering the wetness before running it over your clit.

“I don’t,” you spoke through clenched teeth, “want to do this!” It was a struggle to bite back the moans and your breathing got heavier with every swipe of his middle finger. The last thing you wanted was to come undone at the hands of this beast, you didn’t know if you’d be able to live down the shame. Mikey released your sensitive nipple from his mouth, giving it a quick kiss before sitting up to stare down at you.

You looked a mess. Breasts covered in saliva, hair now ruined because of his careless manhandling, and your mouth hung open as you panted like a dog trying hard not to let him hear you moan.

“My beautiful mate, stop the theatrics.” Your glistening folds soon caught his attention. Your protest did nothing as he pushed your thighs further apart. “I know you hear how desperate you are.” he switched to use his thumb, dragging down just above your opening before bring it back up to your clit. He couldn’t afford to add too much pressure, yet it was enough to make you squeal.

You wrap your hand around his wrists, not knowing what else to do. It didn’t put a dent in his rhythm or take his gaze from your pussy, but you continued to hold on.

Whether you realized it or not your hips bucked into his thumb. You were barely able to think straight as you fought so hard to maintain a shred of dignity. Mikey’s free hand came down to your stomach pressing down with just enough force to keep you from cutting yourself on his nails. It felt too good and you couldn’t control that, but this is the same guy that ate your cousins. Their killer was playing with your pussy and you were a mewling mess beneath him.

“Please,” you cried between the pathetic whimpers that escaped you “please don’t do this!” at this point your hand was only on his wrist to keep you grounded as your hips rolled into his touch, or at least tried.

“You don’t want to cum?” A knowing smirk on his face. Your mouth hanged open now as the pleasure just barely reached its threshold. You were going to cum whether you wanted to or not, because it’s what Mikey wanted.

“Please!”

“Please stop, or hurry up?” The cruel bastard picked up the pace, focusing solely on your aching clit.

“I d-don’t wan—” you couldn’t finish. Mikey’s laughing filled the cave once more as your hips trembled harder under his palm. Your moans were loud enough to drown out his laughter. Despite your efforts, you came. Your back arched off his black scales as you became a shaking, squirting mess under him. You never stood a chance. His hands came to hold your hips, rubbing soothing patterns while you writhed.

“See, that wasn’t so bad.” You didn’t ask for this, and you know it isn’t your fault. But still, guilt soon settled into your chest, replacing every trace of pleasure he had forced upon you. Maybe you do want to die.

Mikey took note of your hip popped outward, balled fist rested upon it in the stance he knew all too well whenever you were on your last nerve. Knowing what those idiots did, someone was bound to stumble outta there in tears; your fury wasn’t for the weak.

You eyed the group with raised brows, expectant. “Well?”

One member was brave, or stupid enough to actually answer. He hesitated, but cleared his throat and replied, “I-It was an honest mistake…we thought the product was secured in the truck already when we made the exchange, b-but-”

“B-B—Bullshit. You were given specific instructions to check the inventory to make sure those smarmy assholes weren’t trying pull a fast one, and you were too careless to do a full sweep. You failed abortions not only made Bonten look like complete amateurs, but you added more nonsense for my man to deal with all because you didn’t check the back of the goddamn trucks!”

You flung the clipboard you were holding at the guy’s head, making them all duck around to avoid getting hit, only one unlucky sucker wasn’t as quick as the wooden projectile got him right in the nose. He yelped, no doubt it was broken with the sheer amount of force you put in the throw. Mikey barely flinched, but he did blink a few times in astonishment.

“You’re gonna hunt those fuckers down like dogs and make right of your ‘mistake’ by the end of today, or I’m gonna have Sanzu chop you into pieces and throw you in the Shinano River-!” Mikey cleared his throat.

You swiftly looked over your shoulder at the noise, mood doing a complete 180 when you locked eyes with the object of your affection, skittering over to wrap him in your arms. “Oh! Jiro, baby, I didn’t hear you come in.”

“‘s okay..” he leaned into your warmth, eyes hooded as he graced you with a faint, sleepy grin. “Didn’t want to interrupt your.. meeting. Seemed serious.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Just doing a little ‘housekeeping’ until you got enough rest, that’s all.”

He slowly nodded, lips pursed. “Could’ve sworn I pay good money for people to do that for me.”

“You do, but I was already here. Figured it was more productive to handle it myself rather than waste time looking for someone available. Besides, had to make sure you didn’t try to sneak your narrow butt back in here to continue working—We both know I’m the only one around here who can keep you in check.”

He couldn’t argue with that.

“Mm.. can’t say you don’t fill the role of boss rather nicely. It suits you. Should have you do it more often.”

Though you were sure he was teasing you, you couldn’t help but feel yourself grow warm at his praise. You lightly hit his arm, bashful. How this was the same woman who struck fear in a room full of criminals was beyond comprehension, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Speaking of which.. Mikey couldn’t help but notice the said group of subordinates silently begging for him to reconsider in his peripheral, hands clasped in prayer while the one with the busted nose bowed deeply to the floor, forehead to hardwood. It was as if the idea of you being in charge any longer brought them great despair. How interesting.

Huffing through his nose, Mikey placed a loving kiss on your forehead whilst eyeing the group behind majority of his stress for the day, void of any remorse as he coldly spoke.

“Matter of fact.. think ‘m still feeling a little tired, angel. How about you handle another hour f’me? Or two?”

The silence was deafening as the dual-color eyed man avoided looking at you while you stitched him up without a word. When you were greeted by a bleeding KAKUCHO at your doorstep a little past midnight, pale in the face and could barely stand, there were no questions asked as you quickly escorted him into your home, setting him gently on the couch before you sprung for your first aid in the kitchen. He wasn’t sure what he could say in that moment, feeling like a complete moron for even showing up looking like he fled a crime scene which he kinda did but that’s besides the point. Your relationship was still in the budding phase, just starting to get a feel of one another as you tested the waters.

Well, consider the waters tested.

“You’re not really an undercover cop, are you?”

Kakucho gulped. He slowly shook his head, eyes trained on his lap while yours felt like they were burning holes right through him. You nodded as you continued carefully stitching him up. It wasn’t the best, but it would hold him over until he got proper medical attention. At first, he figured that would be all you said to him. But, when you completed dressing the wound, you asked a follow up question. “It’s something illegal, isn’t it?”

He couldn’t bring himself to answer, his strained grip on his pant leg enough response. Kakucho half expected you to berate him, curse him for potentially endangering your life, for lying.

“.. forgive me..” he croaked, bowing his head.

He felt sick to his stomach, he couldn’t bear the thought of you despising him, but he’d honor your wishes without protest if you never wanted to see him again…

However, what he didn’t expect was for you cup the sides of his face and bring his wavering gaze to your soft one. You smiled endearingly at the bewilderment that overcame his ashamed expression, him blinking at you widely with tears hanging onto his lashes like a wounded puppy. Your thumb ghosted over the tiny droplets, careful not to aggravate the bruise forming around the socket.

Leaning forward to shower him with tender kisses, Kakucho was at a crossroad—One side wanted nothing more than to melt into a puddle of goo, but the other refused to believe that he wasn’t hallucinating, waiting for the sick twisted punchline of this dream come true. Feeling him still so tense in your hold, you leaned back with your smile still present.

“This doesn’t change how I feel about you, Hitto.”

Kakucho blinked. Then, he meekly replied. “W-what?”

You coyly tilted your head, “To be honest, I always figured there was something…off about you. Like, you were holding something back. My first guess was that you were seeing other women-”

“Never.” His eyes switched from uncertain to stern in a matter of seconds, as if the implication alone repulsed him. He softened once you giggled at his declaration, patting his leg in reassurance.

“I know. You’re much too sweet to be a player. I pondered over it for a while, thought back to how we usually met up late at night, or you would have to leave at odd times. My second guess was your work just kept you really busy.. and after tonight.. after all of this,” you gestured at the blood stains everywhere, “safe to say I was on the right track.”

Kakucho hesitated. “And that doesn’t…put you off?”

“That you’re a thug?” He winced, but nodded. The silence that followed behind was borderline suffocating, leaving his hands sweaty and nerves shot as he anticipated your response with baited breath. But, he didn’t need to worry.

With a loving coo, you placed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, right over the split in his lip causing him to flinch slightly at the sting, but he welcomed the affection all the same. However, when your warm tongue peeked out to soothe the cut in slow, teasing swipes, homie nearly choked.

Kaku’s jaw fluttered open as a soft gasp escaped him next, the sensation foreign but not unpleasant as he felt his entire face heat up like a furnace. Your sudden proximity forced him back on the couch while you slid down to the floor betwixt his spread legs, making his head spin; this wasn’t going like how he thought it would at all. Being careful of his stitches, your arms rested on either side of him as your tongue explored his mouth, making him groan softly at the feeling of the wet muscle tangling around his so earnestly, hand reaching up instinctively to caress the side of your face as he deepened the kiss. His other hand held your waist, gripping your shirt as if he couldn’t believe you were there—That you wanted to stay.

The ravenette’s breath hitched when he felt one of your hands trailing up his thigh, slowly but surely making your way to his stiffening cock confined in his pants. Slightly startled, Kakucho pulled back from the heated kiss, a string of saliva still keeping you connected as you panted in each other’s mouths. Before he could question what you were up to, he cuts himself off with a whimper when you palmed his thick shaft while maintaining intense eye contact, a smile on your face as you sent the gangster into paradise when you sweetly whispered:

“Always wanted to be a ride or die.”

It was as if someone pushed him into an alternate dimension.

Not even moments ago, you were showing SANZU a cute tiktok of a kitten wrapped up like a burrito and mewing dramatically, nearly tearing up at the sight as you tugged on his arm and pleaded for him to buy you one just like it. Having bought out the entire evening in one of Tokyo’s most exclusive five star restaurants for your anniversary, Sanzu figured it’d be nothing more than a simple night with his lovely wife. Man’s must’ve forgot who he was.

When those fools tried an ambush on him, Sanzu was more than happy dealing with them quickly by just airing them out until his gun was empty. Although, as he went reaching for it, imagine his shock when you held his wrist to stop him. You had a different sentiment.

It was like a scene out of one of his most crazed fantasies. His lovely wife, holding his beloved katana to an enemy’s throat, covered in the blood of his comrades as he sobbed pathetically for you to spare him. As if Beatrix Kiddo entered the chat, you sliced into them with a swiftness, shredding through them all like paper; a dinner and a show. He wasn’t sure when you learned how to wield the weapon with such grace and precision, but he couldn’t care less when his pants were this fucking tight. But he couldn’t let you have all the fun, watching your six any time a goon tried to get the jump on you while your back was turned, Sanzu was quick to bust a cap right between their eyes. After spilling gallons of blood from the opposition, leaving one still standing, you decided to play with him a little bit.

“P-Please! I-if you let me go, you’ll never see my face again, I-I swear! I was just..just following orders, I-”

“Oh, c’mon, where’s your conviction from earlier, huh? You were so confident before I minced all your friends. What was it you said you’d do to me once you killed my husband? Can’t seem to put my finger on it…Haru, darling, do you recall?”

Sanzu, with his chin placed atop his interlocked fingers like a smitten fool, smoothly answered, “Said he’d ‘Fuck you raw on top of my corpse’.”

You winked. “Bingo. Thank you, handsome.”

“Welcome, gorgeous.”

The sniveling man yipped when the blade nicked his skin, a thin stream of blood flowing in its wake as you pressed it closer to his throat. His heart rate paced like a rabbit caught in a trap, nostrils flaring as he breathed sporadically while his life laid in the palm of your hand.

“Guess that didn’t go according to plan, aw.” You sardonically cooed, spurring on a bit of rage as he gritted out a dry ‘Fuck you’ in his final efforts of showing dominance. “Oo, there’s that passion we were missing!~ Let’s see how much more I can carve outta yo-”

Hearing the sound of faint sirens in the distance, Sanzu clicked his tongue in annoyance. With a grumble the pinkette popped a piece of his steak in his mouth and spoke between chews as he cocked his gun, “Alright, [_____], playtime’s over. We gotta haul ass.”

You pouted. “But, we didn’t get to fuck on top of his corpse...”

Sanzu swallowed, hard. He couldn’t help but internally groan with desire at your innocent display of vulgarity, tempted to take you up on that offer, but the last thing he wanted was for you to be involved in a standoff with the cops. You’ve proven you can handle yourself very well, a lot more than he realized that’s for sure, but you were still his precious baby at the end of the day.

Better to keep you out of danger than thrust you in more of it, no matter how much the thought excited him.

“Next time, pretty baby.”

You huffed. “Fine.”

Without hesitation, you strummed the man’s throat like a cello, the katana tearing through the skin with ease. The symphony of gurgles that escaped him sent shivers down Sanzu’s spine as he watched in manic glee as the man choked on his own blood. You never looked more stunning covered in red and holding his blade like it belonged in your hand, he wanted nothing more than to ravish you on the spot, but as the sirens drew near he tamed his urges just this once. You took his extended hand gratefully, swaying them as you both rushed for the restaurant’s back exit.

Once outside, while he scoped out the area for any cops patrolling, you nudged him. When he turned to see you beaming at him whilst blood stained your face, he swore his heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“You’re getting me a kitten to make up for this, right, Haru?”

He raised a brow, but exhaled a chuckle. “Sweetheart. Show off that violent side of yours more often, and you can have as many as you want.”

“You good, ma?” A delightful shiver ran down your spine and straight to your pussy.

That was always the visceral response your body had whenever RINDOU spoke, especially low and intimately in your ear. From either gently waking you first thing in the morning, or to secretly shit-talk in crowed areas, it was his go-to method to getting your attention effortlessly. A dangerous method, one that was about to make you act up in front of all these important clients, decorum be damned.

“I am now,” you purred, falling back into his embrace as strong arms came vining around your waist. He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as he gently swayed you both to the rhythm of the soft jazz playing over the speakers of the ballroom.

“Missed me that bad, huh.” You nodded with a slight pout, turning in his hold to stare up longingly into his eyes. They were lidded, heady. Another dangerous method of your husband’s that made you weak in the knees—his undivided attention. “Bored?”

“So fucking bored,” you whined, tugging on his lapels. “These things are always such a drab..”

Rindou hummed, hands slowly slipping down from your waist to hold your hips. You tensed slightly, not even bothering to mask the second shiver it caused. His grin turned sharp in response, head tilting. “Ya sure that’s what has you so out of it?”

You tilted yours, confused. He continued, “You’re not as subtle as you think you are. You’ve been eye-fucking me for the past ten minutes. Came over to make sure you weren’t dripping all over the damn floor—”

“Shut up,” you jabbed him in the side, face boiling. Rindou barely flinched, squeezing your hips as he snickered cheekily at your embarrassment. “You’re so irking...”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. If you knew I was horny, I could’ve been folded on my back ten minutes ago.”

“Hm, almost as if I was doing something important, like…” he trailed off, making you squint and almost jab him again until he grabbed your hand in the last second, bringing it to his chest with a smug grin, “working.”

You huffed, “I’m important too…do me.”

Rindou snorted, but brought your hand up to gently kiss the inside of your wrist with a tender look in his eyes. “‘course you are, baby. Didn’t know it would go for this long, ‘m sorry.”

“Then, how ‘bout you and I take a little…smoke break,” you suggested, hopeful; desperate. However, it’s futile when your husband clicks his tongue.

“No can do. Kakucho’s still not over the last time we took a ‘smoke break’ together.”

“He’s not? Seriously? We weren’t even gone for that long!”

He raised a brow. “[______]. The check made it back to the table before we did.”

You groaned, exasperated as you wiggled around in his hold. Rindou merely watched in mirth, not even phased as he let you finish your tiny tantrum. He teasingly cooed, “I know, I know. Poor thing can’t go a day without something plugging up her slutty little hole.”

“Shut up..!” You shrunk into his chest to hide away from the sultry words spoken directly in your ear, thighs clenching together as his deep chuckle came soon after.

Rindou was very much aware of your voice kink. It filled his ego to the brim with how needy you were, crumbling anytime he so much as spoke to you in a certain way. There’s nothing he wanted more than to ditch and bury himself in your thighs, giving it to you however you wished, for as long as you wished, whispering praises to you with a sprinkle of degradation in there to keep you craving for more of his soothing voice. But, unless he wanted his nuts handed to him on a silver platter by his stickler of a superior, you were just gonna have to wait.

And he knew how much you hated doing that.

“Ten minutes.”

He sighed. “[_____]…”

“Five minutes?”

“We can’t-“

“A minute, god, I don’t even have to finish, Rin, please.” You whined in his ear, forcing him to close his eyes as a means to strengthen his resolve. It didn’t do much help when your arms wrapped around his neck to gently rake your manicured nails against the nape, your thigh deliberately rubbing up against the growing erection confined in his dress pants. The tables had turned with a shiver now running down his spine, mind turning to mush as common sense slowly sunk into his dick. Maybe…sparing just a few minutes wouldn’t hurt.

Even though the lavender-haired gangster couldn’t see your face, he was certain you were grinning victoriously at the sound of his resolve breaking instantly, the slow exhale through his nose being all the confirmation necessary. Clearly, you weren’t the only one who was needy.

Swallowing down a groan, he hissed through clenched teeth, “You’re gonna be the death of me, y’know that?”

Giggling, you were already leading him toward the nearest exit, swiftly evading the eyes of his coworkers, satisfied that you were getting exactly what you wanted in the end.

“Better me than Kaku.”

“Like I’ve already explained to you, Officer. My husband’s been here all day. Dunno if you’ve noticed, but he can’t exactly afford to leave my side for more than ten minuets let alone an entire evening.”

Despite gesturing to your swollen stomach and the small child shyly peering from behind your leg, the cop still fixed you with a skeptical look. You did your best to remain unnerved, providing comfort for not only your son but yourself as you ran your fingers through his hair. Apparently, there had been a shootout that happened in the streets of Tokyo, and apparently a witness was able to describe one of the shooters…

Henceforth, the unexpected visit from law enforcement. Again.

“Mhm. And, may I ask, where exactly your husband is now? Surely if he’s been tending to his pregnant wife, he wouldn’t have her answering the front door.” He raised an eyebrow, wry grin stretched across his face.

You worked your jaw, annoyed. “In the shower.”

“How convenient. Washing off the blood, I assume?”

“You can assume whatever you want, it doesn’t change my answer. He’s been here, with us. Whoever said they saw him was mistaken. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got mouths to feed. Have an evening, Officer.”

“Now, hold on—”

Without an ounce of hesitation, or care, you slammed the door in his smug little face. And just like that…blissful silence. A grand weight lifted off your shoulders at the disgruntled sound of the pig’s flat-footed steps exiting out of your day. Releasing a slow exhale, your son took it upon himself to blow a raspberry at the closed door, having worked up the courage to mock the officer now that he was out of sight.

You grinned as you ruffled his hair, endearingly. “You tell ‘em, baby.”

However, that silence didn’t last long as RAN made himself known now that the coast was clear. Having hid around the corner in case things escalated, he too released an exhale, easy grin spreading across his face. Though your child was happy to see him, racing to cling onto his long legs, you merely glared in disapproval. Based off his appearance alone, disheveled and glistening with sweat, you wished your fib from earlier was true; he needed a shower.

“[S/n], don’t touch daddy right now…he stinks.”

Though a bit childish in your phrasing, Ran was well aware it held an underlying meaning, a chill running down his spine under your harsh scrutiny. He cleared his throat, somewhat nervous, as he searched his brain for honeyed words that would soothe your soreness toward him. And he laid it on thick.

“That’s ‘cause Daddy had to run the rest of the way home to make sure his babies were safe,” he leaned down to scoop up the clinging child, lightly tickling at his stomach poking out from under his pajama shirt to receive more joyous squeals. “But, Mommy scared away the big, mean police man all on her own, didn’t she?”

“Yea!” [S/n] squeaked, bright laugh bouncing off the walls as he wiggled around eagerly. You felt the corner of your lip twitch upward at the sight, but you pursed your lips to hide the impending smile—Ran noticed. He always did.

“Yeah.. we’re real lucky to have someone as wonderful as her to watch our backs whenever we’re in trouble.. right, mama?”

Your glare still remained, though not as harsh compared to moments ago. Despite the mirth swirling in his lavender gaze, you took note of something else hiding within. Something more raw, more vulnerable.

Remorse.

Ran didn’t like getting you caught up in his business. He did everything he could to ensure that none of you were ever exposed to the ugly parts of his life. Tonight, he was sloppy. He fucked up, and he knew that. The second shit hit the fan, his only priority was his family… You had every right to be livid with him, having both your son and a pregnancy to deal with virtually on your own, while also covering his ass from prying cops itching to nail him to the wall…It’s a miracle how you haven’t packed up and left him yet…

And he thanks his lucky stars that you haven’t.

With another deep exhale, you rubbed your temple. “I don’t know what it is that you do in those streets to cause such an upset, Ran-”

“For the record, tonight wasn’t exactly my fault-”

“-and I don’t care. I just…”

Your exhausted tone was more than enough to shut him up. He felt his throat tighten as he gently bounced your son on his hip to distract his increasing anxiety. The lavender-haired man mentally prepared for your scolding, already set on sleeping in the dog house if that’s what got him in your good graces again…but it doesn’t come. Eyes that were hyper focused on [S/n] fiddling with his loosened tie slowly trailed up at the sound of you huffing in, what he assumed to be, relief.

Waddling over to your boys, you reached up to caress their faces. Instinctively, they nuzzled into your palms, Ran a little more hesitant than your beaming son before reaching out with his free hand to touch your stomach. When your unborn child kicked against it in response, you noticed his shoulders visibly relax. Your thumb gently rubbed under his eye, frowning at the dark circles that formed on the pale skin. He looked solemnly into your eyes, turning his head slightly to kiss the inside of your palm. You sighed once more, eventually granting him a smile in reassurance.

Despite his abnormal lifestyle, and how hectic it could get, “I’m just glad you’re home.”