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yourmidnightlover · 3 years

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i’ll never be ready

Summary: when you've been taken by the recent unsub, you both come to a shocking realization.

TW: torture, self-hatred (derek, spencer), scars, noah (the sucky date guy), angst, fluff if you squint. let me know if i missed anything*

WC: 3,486

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saying the case was rough was under kill-which, ironically, was opposite of the unsub's mo. everyone had nearly lost count of how long they had been awake. 36, maybe 38 hours of nonstop work? going over case files and reviewing them for something - anything you might've missed. it all seemed a bit pointless because each time you reread a file you felt your eyes dropping down, threatening to betray you and make you succumb to the sleep.

"y/n," hotch spoke. "you've been up the longest. go back to the hotel with derek and get some rest. be back here in 5 hours," he demanded in a soft tone.

"won't argue with that," you chuckled best you could before morgan grabbed the keys, ushering the two of you to the car.

your hotel room was a few doors down from morgan's. he bid you goodnight before he opened his door, allowing you to continue on to your room. you decided to get a bottle of water - the sleep deprivation probably making you feel more dehydrated than you actually were.

after you paid for the bottle, you took a swig of it and trudged on to your room. only, you didn't make it. it felt as though the sleep you yearned for had finally taken over as it was accompanied by a throbbing migraine in the back of your head.

"what's taking them so long?" emily asked, looking at hotch for answers.

l"i'm not sure. i told them to only be gone for fi-" he was cut off by morgan slamming into the police station.

"she's gone," he uttered plainly, worriedly as he avoided any eye contact with the rest of the team.

"what do you mean 'she's gone?'" jj argued, feeling the worry bubble up inside of her as morgan continued talking.

"i knocked on her door to let her know that we had to leave. i-i thought she might've just slept through her alarm. but then she never answered," his eyes finally met someone on the team's. "i kicked through the door and the bed -it-it wasn't even slept in. i'm so sorry," he mumbled to that particular team member.

spencer felt his heart drop in his chest. he wasn't angry, per say. he was furious. he was frustrated and confused and wanted to hit something - someone. but not morgan. he wasn't mad at morgan. it wasn't his fault you were gone. at least that's what he thought until Garcia pulled up the footage from 6 hours ago.

the image of derek going inside his room, allowing you to wander past yours and retrieve the water before walking halfway back to yours, only to be hit over the head, was the only thing he could see. and what he did see... well, what he saw was in red.

"you didn't even walk her to her room?!" spencer accused derek.

"kid, we were all tired. i'm sorry, i really am," he pleaded with the young man.

"don't 'kid' me! 'sorry' won't bring her back! we know what this guy does to people and you didn't even make sure she was safe!" spencer walked closer to derek. "i can't believe you. we all had a discussion about how she was the unsub's type. you knew that and you still let her get taken," he poked his finger in his chest.

"i didn't let her do anything. i didn't want this to happen, reid," morgan tried to calm him down, only for them to be interrupted by jj coming into the room, asking for spencer to come with her before promptly leaving derek by himself. "i-i swear, babygirl, i didn't think th-"

"that's the problem, derek," she cut him off. "you didn't think," she said in a calm, sweet tone. "i love you, i truly do, but even when your guards are down when you're tired... you need to think."

"i know... i know. i don't- i don't know what to do now," he wiped the tears from his eyes.

"now you go be the hero i know you are," garcia smiled before signing off, leaving derek staring at a blank, black screen.

"look who's up," the unsub sang as you turned your head whilst lying on the cold, steel table. "before you try anything, there's no point in fighting. you're strapped down with reinforcements and the room is sealed with a steel door that can only be unlocked with my key."

"so what? should i just let you do whatever you want to me?" you scoffed as you rolled your eyes, observing the state of the room.

it wasn't very clean. it was dirty and grungy and the smell was absolutely horrid. you nearly gagged upon looking to the corner of the room, seeing an abundance of takeout and old pizza boxes - clearly old and moldy.

"that'll happen regardless, sweetheart," he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, humming as he did so. "such a beautiful girl, truly," his hand travelled further south, grasping your neck tightly with the one hand before he brought a second one up to join it.

you stared him in his hooded eyes as he strangled you gently. you didn't make a show if it - that's where he got off. you wouldn't give him the satisfaction. although you would have to throw him a bone so he wouldn't kill you.

he was a sexual sadist. he got the relief from your pain and struggle. he would keep at it until you gave him what he wanted - your pain.

the profile had revealed that the unsub had a history of hatred for women from his own mother - who was most likely abusive. it was assumed that his father left at an early age and his mother blamed him for his departure.

"damnit!" he slapped your face, relinquishing his grip on your throat to allow you to breathe.

"what? can the big-strong-tough-guy not get off?" you mocked him, another slap hitting your face.

"shut UP!" he shouted at you. "when i get back you better be more cooperative," he spat out before grabbing a duffel bag and leaving.

a sigh of relief left you when the doors shut, hearing the deadbolt latch lock to signal you were stuck. you wriggled your wrists around, noticing they were bound by leather straps, as were your ankles.

"alright," hotch began as they gathered in the makeshift conference room, "so he has a 12 hour lead on us with her. we've profiled that the unsub keeps all the women at the same location. it'd be too difficult to move them with all the equipment he uses on them..." he looked towards spencer as he spoke, wanting to make sure he was alright.

"this has to be a power assertion move," emily added.

"you're right," rossi agreed. "taking a fbi agent would make him arrogant."

"so maybe he'll screw up? maybe we could find her?" spencer lit up at the brief sight of hope.

"don't get too excited, we still need him to make that mistake. but, yes, there's hope," hotch agreed.

penelope appeared all too sudden on the laptop screen, looking rather worried before she announced, "i'm gonna send you the video that just appeared on every screen in my bat cave. just... be prepared."

and then you were there.

you were strapped to the table, your shirt cut open to reveal your skin to the screen. the camera seemed to be hovering above the bed, focused on your body and the marks that already adorned it. you had a hand-shaped bruise on your trachea; a bruise on your cheekbone underneath your eye was contrasting your pale skin. the gag in your mouth held it open in what seemed to be an uncomfortable position. you looked tired. reasonably so, you never did get that proper rest you wanted.

and spencer would never get to tell you what he wanted if you couldn't make it out of there alive.

he never thought of you as anything but a friend but now that there was the possibility of you not making it back to him, he couldn't help but feel different about you. his heart was aching and he knew it would never stop until he was able to give it to you. now, he knew he wanted to hold you as more than a friend. he wanted to dance with you romantically rather than a silly platonic friendly thing. he wanted to kiss you, and tell you that he'd never leave you alone again. he just wanted you.

"look at how pretty she is lying there on the table," a voice that was off-screen cheered out. "although she's always quite the hottie, isn't that right... spencer? was that the name you told me, agent?" he grasped your chin, forcing your face to contort as you tried to wrangle yourself free from his grasp. "it was, wasn't it?" he laughed before releasing your face.

your eyes welled with tears upon the realization that the team might not make it to you on time. you had tried to put up a fight - you swore you did. but you could only fight so hard for so long. the light left your eyes in the form of tears streaming down your face, leaving them on display for your own team to mourn with you.

"looks like he won't be saving you, after all," he chuckled as shuffling was heard from over the screen. "let's see if they like the show, huh?" he brought a knife from out of his bag before removing the gag from your mouth.

"turn it off! turn it off!" you begged. "they-they don't need to see this, hudson," you revealed his name.

"hudson was the deputy that went home 13 hours ago. he was the one that gave us the files and intel on people in town. i guess he didn't actually go home," reid reminded the team.

"shut up, BITCH!" hudson wiped the knife down your right arm, a light hiss leaving your mouth from the intrusion.

"how about we get something to eat, yea? order some more jonny's pizza?" you emphasized before the knife went back into your skin, this time on the other arm.

"jonny's pizza is in a neighborhood only 10 miles away from here. hudson might own property near there. garcia?" spencer announced once more.

"on it," penelope declared before working her magic. "it says here that hudson's family owns an old restaurant that was shut down three years ago. it was passed on to him once his mother died. i'm sending the address your way."

"morgan, you're with me and emily-"

"i'm going with you," reid interjected.

"are you sure you're in the right-"

"i have to see her. i have to... i have to make sure she's okay," spencer tried to reason. hotch sighed before nodding his head in agreement.

they brought an ipad with them so they could watch as they traveled to the location. your arms were bleeding, but he had avoided the major arteries that would've killed you. your sobs wracked through the device, shattering spencer's heart more than he thought possible.

when they got to the restaurant, there were wooden boards surrounding every entrance. they left the sirens off in hopes to not scare the unsub into killing you.

"fbi!" morgan did his classic entrance, kicking the door in promptly. "hudson williams! fbi!" he led the team to the back of the room where a large, steel door rested.

spencer and hotch went to the sides of morgan, nodding at him to continue before he kicked the door in. the three, followed by more swat members, flooded inside the room quickly. spencer's eyes locked on yours as you lay on the table, looking sideways to see him. he saw the tears flow from your eyes as the unsub swung his knife up into the air, intent on stabbing you once more, this time fatally. spencer could swear he saw you mouth something to him before a shot rang through the air.

he looked to his side to see morgan had fired the shot that killed hudson, his knife falling beside your body as your body began shaking with sobs.

"let me go! let me go ple-please! get these off!" your arms struggled at the restraints before spencer holstered his gun, running to your side to work at the leather bindings.

"i'm here," he undid your wrists before you wrapped them around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder before sobs overtook you. "you're safe now, you're safe," his hand stroked the back of your head as you cried into his skin. "here," he pulled back momentarily before he shrugged off his vest and cardigan, handing you the cardigan to pull over your body.

"thanks," you sniffled as you pulled it tight over your body, covering your exposed state before embracing spencer once more, pulling him as close as you possibly could.

"i'm never letting you go again, y/n," he whispered before placing a kiss to your hairline. "never."

"good," you responded before he took you in his arms, carrying you to the ambulance that made it's way to the restaurant soon after they did.

you were severely dehydrated. the lacerations on your arm caused you to lose a lot of blood. you had a concussion. but you would be okay. you were alive. by some miracle, you were alive. you were alive and he'd never let you out of his sight again.

the entire time you were gone, you couldn't stop thinking about spencer. i mean, yes, your team entered your mind but not as much as spencer. who did you cry out for when he would hurt you? spencer. where would you go to distract you from what was going on? spencer's arms. spencer was the answer to all of your problems. it was spencer.

"spencer?" you asked as your head was resting on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as a mild attempt to keep you warm.

"yes?" he turned his head down to face your droopy face.

"i..." you stopped once you realized what you had planned on revealing. "please don't leave?"

"i won't," he gently took your chin in his hand, lifting your face up to see his. "i promise."

you nodded your head contentedly, satisfied with his answer. you couldn't say anything about how you felt now of all times. you needed him, as selfish as that seemed. you needed him to lean on as a crutch right now. telling him how you feel is risky. he could run away and distance himself from you once you open your mouth. so instead, you'd keep it shut.

as the weeks went by, your wounds healed. your heart tried to mend itself as time went on, but the process wasn't as smooth as it was with your external wounds. it was a rollercoaster process. you tried to convince yourself that you didn't love spencer. each night when he would come to your house to check up on you and watch a tv show or movie, you allowed yourself to imagine a life with him. a life where you didn't have to hide your feelings from him.

and spencer thought that telling you right after might've brought on too much stress for you. he thought it would be selfish to tell you such a thing after you nearly died. so, he pushed his feelings down as well.

and then penelope happened.

she had set you up on a date with one of sam's friends from counter-terrorism. you didn't really want to go, but you felt bad enough after skipping all of the girls' nights once you got abducted. so, you had gotten ready.

you wore a long-sleeved blouse and a skirt, the sleeves to avoid a conversation with a stranger you truly weren't ready for. to be honest, you were dreading whatever would happen tonight. you had mentioned the date to spencer, telling him how you didn't even want to go anywhere; you weren't ready to go out in public by yourself yet. he wasn't excited for you, who would be after you confessed your hesitance on going anywhere.

"i'm heading out now, spence," you walked out of your bedroom and into the kitchen where spencer was standing, waiting for you to get ready.

"al-alright," he nodded before turning towards you. "you look... you look beautiful, y/n," he sighed, making you blush lightly.

"thank you," you went to give him a hug, wrapping your arms around his torso. "for everything," you kissed his cheek before pulling away. "i don't think it'll be that long, i hope it's not that long," you chuckled before continuing, "so i'll see you after?"

"uhm, yea," he agreed. "i'll see you later."

you sighed before grabbing your keys and leaving, driving to the restaurant penny had told you to go to. it had only been two months since your abduction. you hadn't been anywhere without someone with you, most of the time it was spencer. you parked the car, grabbing your purse from the passenger seat and placing it in your lap.

you shouldn't have come. you shouldn't have done anything. you should've stayed with spencer. you should've let him know how you felt. you should've...

you felt tears well in your eyes before you pushed those thoughts down. you took a deep breath to compose yourself before you walked into the restaurant. you were led to the table noah miller would be at by the host.

"hi," noah greeted you.

"hi," you tried your best to muster up a smile as you sat down.

"uhm, penelope mentioned how beautiful you were, but i think it was severe underkill," he chuckled,

"oh, wow, thank you," you smiled. "you look pretty great yourself," you motioned. there was a moment of unsettling silence before you continued, "i haven't been out in a while. so, be patient with me tonight."

"sam mentioned that you went through something... an abduction, i believe?" you nodded your head. "that is beyond cool. do you... do you have any scars?" his eyes widened at the thought.

"ex-excuse me?" you furrowed your brows at the question.

"do you have any scars from the abduction?" he asked once more as if he didn't sense what was wrong with it in the first place.

"you... you're seriously asking to see the scars from when i was almost killed?" you scoffed before leaning back, crossing your arms over your chest defensively.

"are those your scars?" he awed as he pointed towards your arms, the sleeves had ridden up on your skin.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" you jerked your sleeves down once more before you stood up and grabbed your purse. "i hope you rot in hell you freak."

you ran out to your car before calling spencer, tears already streaming down your face as you locked your car door.

"spencer reid," he answered the phone.

"spence?" you sniffled, wiping your nose.

"y/n? what is it? what happened?" he rose from his spot on his couch, shutting his book worriedly.

"i just... the date it - i need you, spencer," you cried out once more.

"do you need me to pick you up or are you alright to drive to my place?"

"i-i can drive," you replied as you wiped your tears.

"alright," he said. "i'll be waiting. should i stay on the phone with you as you drive? you could put me on speaker?"

"yea-yes, please," you answered before putting the phone on speaker.

you drove there as he read his book to you. his voice calmed you down a bit... only a little bit. not as much as his touch would. so, you sped there as fast you could without getting pulled over.

once you knocked on his door it opened in a matter of milliseconds. spencer's arms went around your waist as yours went around his neck, pulling him even closer to your body. your sobs rang through spencer's skin as he rubbed circles into your back, walking the two of you inside his apartment before he closed the door.

"what happened?" spencer asked as you curled into him whilst sitting on the couch.

"the guy wanted to see the scars," you sniffled. "when i got upset he saw them because my sleeves rolled up and well... the rest is history," you chuckled humorlessly.

"he really...?" spencer leaned back to look you in the eyes.

"yea... i know," you rolled you eyes.

"well whoever that guy is sucks. he doesn't deserve you," he twirled your hair in his fingers before continuing. "would you want to talk about it?"

"mm-mm," you shook your head. "not yet. i'm not ready."

and then it was more than abundantly clear. you might not ever be ready to tell him.

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coldre-x · 5 years

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||Sanemi Shinazugawa ||

||Obanai Iguro ||

NSFW//SMUT.

Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Reader x Iguro Obanai.

Word count: 2,5k.

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Instead of the semi-annual Hashira meeting, Oyakata-sama decided to throw a simple party. The party didn't really have a meaning, it was just to have some fun.

All of the Hashiras went there, even if some of them didn't want to. However, everyone was puzzled about Muichiro being there, since he was underage. The boy was merely thirteen, and that surely wasn't an age to start drinking. Or, doing anything else than going to school/training, at that matter.

The "party" took place in a small restaurant near the Hashira headquarters. Oyakata-sama rented a room and ordered takoyaki, ohagi, tempura, sushi, rice wine and other drinks and foods. When the Hashiras came, they were led to the room by a pretty girl. She had (h/c) hair, it was tucked behind her ears.

Two of the Hashiras noticed the pretty female. Her frame caught their eyes.

She was assigned to serve them. The two males, Sanemi and Iguro, were feeling giddy about it.

I searched the shelves for more wine. The Slayers were drowning it. I had to bring more and more each time. I was a tad bit tired from all this running.

When I came back, I set the bottle on the table and looked around. A girl with pink-green hair seemed to be out, heavily breathing as she slept on the chair. A ripped, flamboyant male was chuckling with another guy, who had fiery yellow hair with red tips. And.. is that a kid?

I sighed. This seemed like a hassle to get them all out. A few of them rested on the tatami mats laid for them. Two particular caught my attention.

One of them had his shirt unbuttoned, as if showing off his abs. His spiky, white hair and scarred features gave off an aggressive vibe, however, I decided not to settle for only looks. He could be the nicest person I've ever met.

The other one had a striped haori and a snake on his shoulders. However, it was his heterochromia that caught eyes. His black, chopped hair calmly lingered around his half hidden face. Him and the scarred boy seemed to be chatting about something.

I grabbed the empty trays (which seemed to never end) and a few bottles, leaving the room. The two Slayers never left my mind, I was wondering what they were talking about. Especially the heterochromatic one, since his mouth was bandaged up.

I came back and noticed the two boys absent. I slightly pouted before grabbing more of the leftovers. I noticed the kid out cold. Dear god, I hope he'll be okay in the morning.

I felt a light brush against my loin. My head snapped back, but there was nothing. I lightly shuddered and kept on cleaning the table.

One part of my back felt heavy. I turned back again, and this time I saw a white snake on my back. It's red eyes were fixed on me. I froze up, my eyes widening. "H-Help--" I shuddered. God damnit, everyone here was drunk at least.

Yet, it was the same snake which was on the striped haori man's shoulders. Maybe it's not aggressive?

"Sorry for disturbing your work. Kaburamaru here slithered away and I did not notice him".

The chopped male casually took the white snake off my back and set it back on his shoulders. "I'm Iguro Obanai, the Snake Hashira".

"Nice to meet you" I bowed "People call me Y/N L/N".

"Pleasure".

I noticed the white-haired boy appear from behind Obanai. "Oi" he grabbed Iguro's shoulder "I'm Shinazugawa Sanemi, the Wind Hashira".

"Nice to meet you" I bowed once again "I'm Y/N.."

"I heard your name".

I lightly flinched. "Come with us" Iguro said. "Where to?" I perked up. "That doesn't concern you" Sanemi snapped "Now shut up and let's go". His hand wrapped around my wrist as he pulled me out of the room.

His tight grasp bruised my wrist. Iguro hurried me from behind, his palms pressed against my back. Both of them smelled of rice wine. Shinazugawa's quick but unsteady steps assured me of him being drunk.

The two guys pulled me into a room they came across. It was empty, slightly darkened and the restaurant used it to stash chairs, mats and sometimes tables.

Once the door was closed, Iguro, the snake Hashira, used a chair to block the entrance. I lightly flinched, not sure of what's about to come.

"You sure know how to seduce a man" Sanemi growled "Now you'll repay, bitch".

My heart lightly wrenched. I felt his grasp around my throat as he pushed me against the wall, pressing his lips against mine. He forced my jaw open and slid his wet muscle inside. I started trashing around, so Iguro grabbed my legs and spread them apart.

'No, no!' was the only thought in my head as I felt my skirt being raised. Iguro kissed my thighs as he went up higher and higher, approaching my trembling core. I tried pressing my thighs back together, but my strength was no match for his.

However, I also wondered where has his snake gone off to.

Sanemi slowly let go of my jaw, establishing his dominance in my mouth. I pressed my palms against his chest, trying to push him away. With a swift move of his, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, never leaving my face.

What a thirsty animal he is.

When he pulled away, his hungry gaze was fixed on my (e/c) eyes. I wasn't sure how to act, I didn't know what to do. However, I braced myself. "HELP!" I yelled.

"Tch" Iguro hissed "Sanemi, shut her up. She might draw unnecessary attention". The mentioned male was quick to rip off a corner of a tablecloth and press it into my mouth "Don't tell me what to do, I already know" he grunted.

My muffled sounds irritated the two drunk males. "Shut up" Iguro blurted out "Your whining is hurting my ears".

My wrists were still pinned by Shinazugawa, my thighs were still spread out by Obanai. I felt little droplets of tears roll down my cheeks. Sanemi seemed to notice them and with his free hand he wiped them off. "Stop crying" he said.

"Maybe this will calm her down" Iguro hissed, reaching my southern region. I felt my skin shiver as his hot breath hit my quivering cunt. "Don't have her all to yourself, snake charmer" Sanemi huffed. His free hand lazily grabbed around my chest, searching for buttons. But instead of finding them, the man got impatient and ripped off my shirt. I slightly winced, as I was left with a bra and my half-risen skirt.

"Better" the Wind Hashira decided, before letting himself to play with one of my boobs. For a second he stopped, his eyes fixing on mine. He let my wrists go and warningly glared "Keep them there or I'll stab them with my katana".

Iguro Obanai moved my panties down, tracing his slender fingers around my core. He slipped two of his fingers inside, making me tense. "She's.. moist" the Snake Hashira commented. "Good" Sanemi replied "We can get on with it faster".

Iguro leaned in, reaching for my pussy. I closed my eyes tightly, and when I felt a slick, wet muscle against it, I wanted to shut my legs together.

Yet, as Iguro worked wonders, I felt how I eased up I was. His tongue gracefully folded my sheets, making my eyes roll back. I wondered, whether had he done this before or does he just know how to do it?

As Iguro was eating me out, Sanemi pulled my bra off, making my titties pop out. His fingers found my hardened buds and flicked them, earning a small whimper from me. He leaned in, taking one of the nipples into his mouth as he sucked on them. A little bit of biting, he most definitely knew how to make a heaven here.

I moaned out, but the noise was muffled by the cloth. I bet I could make an amazing ahegao face with these two here.

I felt a knot in my stomach tighten as the Snake quenched his thirst. Sanemi's fingers dug into my sides. But suddenly, Iguro stopped, leaning backwards. "Sanemi".

"What is it".

"Let's switch".

The white-haired male went back, as the chopped hair one stood up. He grabbed my hand and dragged me down. "Iguro, what are you doing?" Sanemi asked.

"Improvising".

He brought me on my stomach and rolled me over. Sanemi got his idea and went to my legs. He spread them apart once again and bent down. The male decided that the skirt was too much clothing and pulled it off. Iguro went behind me and knelt down, pulling his uniform lower. I could see his bulge, just asking to be released.

When Sanemi took over Iguro's previous position, the Snake Hashira pulled his shaft out, dangling it above my face. His cock was lean, average sized, slightly veiny. "Open up" he ordered. I shot him a glare; I still had the cloth in my mouth. The male seemed puzzled for a few seconds, but he quickly caught up and pulled the cloth out of my mouth.

This time, he didn't really ask me anything. He just forced his cock down my throat. I choked, of course, as I felt my eyes tear up. He slid out and thrusted back in once more, earning a whimper.

Sanemi, as he was demolishing my coochie, rose his head up and noticed what was up. "Oi, don't get too cocky" he snorted. Instead of pushing Obanai away, he also rose himself on his knees, pulling his uniform off. He massaged his shaft for a bit, then positioned near my entrance.

Rubbing his tip, annoying my senses, he carefully pushed in, adjusting himself in my insides. With Iguro's cock in my mouth, I crunched my fingers into fists, digging my nails into my palms. I've never had two hot dicks inside me at the same time.

Both of the males nodded to eachother and started thrusting simultaneously. Sanemi's dick spread my insides; I've never had such big dick inside, any, at that matter. The Hashira huffed heavily, sliding out. I lowly moaned into the Snake's shaft.

The two males started thrusting harder and quicker, pushing themselves deeper into me. Instead of pain I started to feel pleasure, I felt how sexually frustrated I was. With my hand I grabbed my boob and pinched my nipple, seducing myself even more.

"Mhmm~!!" I moaned out as Sanemi started hitting my G-Spot. Obanai also increased his pace, leaning over me as he rested himself on his palms. His bandages hanged loosely on his neck as small sweat beads appeared on his forehead.

I felt my knot tighten. I wanted to yell out that I'm about to cum but I couldn't. Instead, I denied my orgasm as long as I could. But it didn't last long - a few hits from Sanemi's hips broke me, and so with a loud moan I came all over his cock.

"Oh come on" the Wind Hashira huffed "I didn't even break a sweat and here you are, all messy". "Let's switch again" Iguro offered. Shinazugawa impatiently agreed, hopping into Iguro's place.

Ah shit, here we go again.

Iguro slid in, his 'snake' fitting perfectly in my pulverised vagina. I lightly whimpered, feeling something re-enter my hole. And now I could see Sanemi's cock.

It was way thicker than Iguro's, a tad bit more veins. He waved it in front of my face and then tightened his grip around the base, stroking it. "Lick my balls" he demanded.

I retched violently in my mind, but obeyed. Who knows what this man will do if I won't do as told. My tongue reached for the lower genitalia. Sanemi shuddered in pleasure. I started sucking, earning a needy moan from the scarred male.

"Good girl~" the Hashira whined, his fingers lightly shuddering.

Iguro at that moment was full on thrusting, deep, hoarse moans were heard from him. For a second he stopped, pulled off his upper part of the uniform, revealing his sweaty, fit body.

I felt the same knot tighten up once again.

Sanemi suddenly retracted, pushing two of his fingers into my mouth. I ended up sucking on them. The boy grunted in pleasure, before standing up and approaching the other male.

They whispered about something and both agreed on it. For a second, Obanai fell back and Sanemi lowly looked at me.

He lied next to me, grabbed my sides and pushed onto himself. Iguro came back and waited for something. Shinazugawa wrapped his arm around my abdomen. His other hand started searching for his dick, and when he found it, he positioned it near my arse and slowly pushed in. Iguro positioned himself Inc again and slid into my slit.

Both of the males started thrusting again. The pain of my ass being spread was.. something. I loudly moaned out as I felt my eyes tear up once again, but this time not from the fear or pain, more like from the pleasure. Sanemi pushed his fingers into my mouth again. I sucked on the just like before, slightly muffling my voice in the room.

I heard Sanemi grunt out, a quiet moan escaped his lips. Iguro wasn't as loud too, but I could still hear his hoarse breathing. The two boys thrusted harder and harder, tightening the knot in my stomach, making me wail.

"I-I'm gonna cum!".

"Aaghh~" Obanai moaned out. I felt his cock twitch. "HOLD IT, FOR FUCKS SAKE" Sanemi yelled. "Better hurry up, you animal" Obanai bit back. "I'm trying" the white haired boy replied. His pace increased, sending me over the moon.

I clenched my insides around both of the males' dicks. I felt them twitch, and with a moan first came Iguro, then, a few moments later, Sanemi. I came in between them, as I felt my body grow limp.

For a few moments the two males were frozen in their positions, regaining their breaths. When they did so, Sanemi pushed me off himself. I rolled up on the ground, cooling myself down. Iguro sat down, arching his head backwards.

"You will not tell anyone about this, understood?" The two Hashiras spoke at the same time. I just nodded.

How could I? These two gave me the best time ever. Now my only concern was how to get out.

But, as I said, this wasn't too bad.

Except for my hurting asshole.

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One Night Only 2: Part 3

Dedicated to @muse-of-mbaku This one is moreso the reader and Anaya then Anaya and Corey like the last chapter was. Word Count: 2,231

Warnings: Softboi!Erik, no smut this chapter.

There's a long rumble in Erik's chest as you wake him with a barrage of featherlight kisses on his cheek. His head is half buried under the blanket while another fourth is swallowed by his pillow, but you can reach that velvety patch of skin between his eye and sideburn. "I called Raven over to watch Anthony."

"Who's Raven," he rasps, his voice almost too deep to understand. You've been around him long enough to decipher the monotonous sounds.

"The sitter I'm paying for the week to be on standby.. She'll be here in less than an hour. I'm going to get showered, dressed, let her in, and then me and Anaya are going to the spa. We'll probably be back around 2.. 2ish.. 3." You check your phone. It's about 8:30 AM and you still have to wake Anaya for the 10 AM appointment.

"Mm," he grunts with closed eyes, "Who's gonna watch me?" The smile in his voice does damage to your loins. No matter how long you're with him, your stomach and your kitty still does cartwheels. "Shut up," you chuckle softly in his ear. His arm wriggles out from under the blanket and blindly feels for your hand. Pulling it and your arm toward his lips, he kisses both before holding your arm and resting his head on your hand like a stuffed toy. He's always this cute and affectionate on the morning of days he gets to sleep in. "I love you too," you cave leaning down to kiss more of his exposed face. On the third kiss he stirs, eyes still closed.

"Needa love a toothbrush," he deadpans. Your jaw drops. Immediately, you clamp your lips shut and snatch your arm back letting his head flop back against the pillow. There's a close-lipped grin on his face as he plays tug-of-war pulling you back down to the bed. "You my stinky lips," he grins.

"Uh-uh, get off me." You push at him, but he's glued.

"Nah, yuckmouth. You got time to love me," he groans, sleep still evident in his playful tone as he traps you in a bear hug, his body heat radiating through you. It's turning you on.

"Erik.. I gotta wake Anaya," you whisper tilting your head back to look up at him. If your morning breath is that bad, he ought to let you go. You think of blowing in his face, but decide against it. Just because he wouldn't go off on you doesn't mean you should do it. That would be disrespectful. Besides, he doesn't do stuff like that to you. He even excuses himself most of the time to fart away from you. Basic decency. The one time he'd completely let loose...

He released a demonic, sulfuric fart from the swamp gutter of Hell.. You were laying your head in his lap on the living room couch, but immediately hopped up. Silently disgusted, you soldiered through the stench walking to the bathroom to grab the spray and spritzing the air. You sat back down next to him and he covered his eyes, chuckling. "Oh my fuckin..," he snickered. "Oh shit.. you a real one because that was fuckin disgusting. I'm so sorry baby." Minutes passed and he was still chuckling on the low. You turned to look at him. "What's so funny!" He shook his head and you waited before he finally spoke. "I'm so sorry baby, I just had to see if you love me no matter what," he chuckled making himself cough. You wanted to spray him in the face. Thankfully, he'd never done anything like that since.

His eyes are still closed and he's falling back to sleep. You push away from his chest gently and he pulls you right back. "Erikkkk," you whine and his smile returns even wider than before. "You playing! I'm trying to get to this appointment."

"I'm trying to get to them walls. Why can't we both get what we want? Just the tip..," He nudges you over onto your back climbing on top of you and he goes directly to the hot spot on your neck with the tip of his tongue. He's trying to keep you in the bed, you know it.

"When I get back, I promise," you say pushing him arms length away so that you can slide from up under him. He groans in irritation and you know you're gonna get it whenever you do come back. Especially if his morning wood is any indication of how the day will go. As you've come to learn... It is.

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Nairobi was the spa that you'd fallen in love with when you first moved to LA to be with Erik. A black owned, ladies only spa decorated in stark white and gold. On your arrival, the two of you were offered foamy lattes served in wide white mugs as you sat in wait for your rooms to be prepared. You showed Anaya the the Kenyan product line that sat on display, called Kioo. "This stuff is said to be top of the line, ranked number eleven globally in skincare lines."

"Out of how many?"

"Iunno..," you laugh, "Has to be a lot."

"Well the way it has your skin looking all dewy and glowy, maybe it'll work for this crazy looking breakout I've got going on."

"It's the stress." Between taking care of Anthony as though she were a single mom while maintaining with her job and taking care of the apartment, and Corey's crazy ass acting brand new as if she'd ever be flim-flammy enough to try to play him, AND her bestie living across the country.. she was going through it. She was a survivor as so many black women are. There was absolutely no reason for her to have to be that strong and carry every burden alone.

After changing into white fluffy robes and headwraps to keep your hair out of the way, the both of you are taken into separate rooms for hour-long deep cleansing facials and full body massages. You rejoin for manipedis and as her feet soak in the basin, the massager in the chair going ham.. her energy is of a whole new person, regenerated and refreshed but serene.

"What's so funny," she smiles in response to yours. You shake your head and for a while the two of you rest in comfortable silence.

“I needed this... R&R.. this pampering," Anaya sighs suddenly. "I love Anthony to death, but I've been wrist deep in puke and baby shit since he was born.. A bitch do miss being spoiled."

"You're allowed to need a break, Nay. Corey shouldn't have left him just because he's angry with you and going through it. Being a dad is a 24/7 thing."

"He hasn't disappeared completely. He still buys things I need for Anthony and pays his half of the rent. He'll watch him sometimes, but it's on his own terms. It's like he's literally afraid to be near me, like he doesn't trust me. Won't talk. Nothing more than 'hey' or asking about Anthony." She chuckles humorlessly pausing reflectively. "It's like, what happened to the man who was all about me? The man I fell in love with? It's like he just went poof. Even if he did get over this all of a sudden, MY trust in HIM is broken because of the way he's acting." You can see her eyes getting wet and instead of hiding them, this time she lets her tears slip freely. An employee hands her a box of Kleenex. "I guess this the end of us.. because I can't do much more of this," she sighs dropping her head back against the cushion.

As much as you love them together, you don't have the heart to tell her to hold on. She shouldn't have to. The relationship isn't solely her responsibility. If Corey was as real as you thought he was, he would have tried to work it out as a man in love with the mother of his child. He could be trying so much harder.

"...There she was with her world crumbling.. Eating all the pieces of the sky as it fell.. Libra, black goddess of homeostasis.. Births a new heaven in the valley of hell..," you peice together as the words come to your mind.

"Write that down, that's good," she mutters with a wry scoff.

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Lunch is at a little bistro where they play new R&B and serve burgers and shit. You stand to wobble to bouncy tune to and shake off the gloom, pulling her up to bounce with you. This was your shared tradition. Whenever one of you were down, you'd dance. You'd jump. You'd twerk. You'd krump. You'd get downright ratchet. She'd initiated it when you were down about your break-up and now it your turn. Burgers high in hand. You both chewed and strutted, dancing with no fucks given for who was watching.

"Raven," you yell walking through the front door of the house with Anaya behind you cackling about the guy with the camera on you in the bistro. "Idon'tgiveafuckputmeontmzbih," you snap playfully as she buries her face in your shoulder in a snickering fit. "Gone put me on Ellen I'm a twerk there too and bring my bestie.. Think the chickenhell I WON'T!" She sounds like a windex bottle and it's making your day. "Shiiiddd," you add. Erik is gone, somewhere being busy. You know he's meeting his publicist and agent, but that's all you know. "Raven," you yell again walking up the stairs. You're a little earlier than you said so it makes sense she's not downsfairs waiting. Poking your head in various rooms, you find Anthony on the bed watching Finding Nemo. "Whew," you blow through your mouth. His pamper is lit. Anaya's nose wrinkles and she sits on the bed next to her baby who's still entranced by the tv. She checks his diaper ready to change him and looks at you a little weird. "What is it," you mouth silently.

"Why she ain't change him," she mouths pointing to your closet. Your ears perk up. You hear what sounds like the clink of a hanger. First of all, why the hell was she all up in your stuff? Charging into the adjoining room that housed yours and Erik's clothes, you find her in front of one the full length mirrors wearing the yellow dress you wore when you attended the MTV awards. Seeing you in the reflection, she freezes. You're stuck and for a while you just stare. She rushes to take it off.

"I'm so sorry! I.. there's no good explanation for this," she rushes taking the dress off and hanging it back in it's spot. "Please don't fire me, I swear it won't happen again."

Shaking your head in surprise, you just stare as she grabs your clothes scrambling to redress. "Get out," you finally find your voice to say. "You'll get paid for the day, but I won't be needing your services going forward." What a stupid way to ruin an easy check. She could've just done her job and went on social media, called her partner, watched tv, anything. It was so simple. "GET OUT," you bark causing her to flinch as she moves around you to leave. Grabbing your head, you return to Anaya to apologize for your own terrible choice of sitters.

"It's not your fault. You tried and I don't fault you. It's her own fault for being negligent," Anaya says retrieving the diaper bag that was where she left it this morning.

"You think she fed him," you ask, the whole situation rubbing you the wrong way.

"Who knows. I'm a feed him and clean him up. He probably been sitting in this all morning." You pop her hand gently, picking up the boy who's now pitching a fit because he wants to finish the movie. Anaya raises an eyebrow and you wave her off laying Anthony down to clean him up.

"I got him, you just relax and try to unwind." Whispering to Anthony to calm and still him, you walk out on your way downstairs to take him for a little walk when you hear the front door close. You walk faster and the downstairs is empty which means that the girl just left. Oh hell no, you think immediately checking everything downstairs with one arm to make sure nothing in the house is missing. Anthony stares as you whiz around. Everything seems to be accounted for. "That crazy girl ain't coming back here," you tell Anthony who's calmed down. He's looking off into the distance not listening. "..Just like a baby," you chuckle staring at his cute fat cheeks. "Auntie Y/N wouldn't mind having one of you eventually.. Just not right now." You kiss him on the forehead and he puts his hand on your face. "I'm going to cook you some chicken and cut it up small," you grin setting him on the countertop. "You wanna help me in the kitchen?" You put a pot next to him with a wooden spoon and show him how to hit it like a drum. It feels like you're living your past dream of motherhood through him and you aren't mad at it.

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