🗝️ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆
sex, obsession, drugs, prison, lust.
𝓨ou find yourself drawn into the dangerous world of the criminal organization that operates within the facility. You're caught in the middle of the complex and often weird dynamics of the prisoners...
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As you opened the door to your home, a symphony of laughter and conversation floated towards you. Curious, you followed the sound to the living room. There, two of the men sat on the couch, their attention fully consumed by a dramatic soap opera.
"See, I told you she was gonna fuck with three bad guys----."
You stood in the doorway, silently observing them as they talked. The men soon noticed your presence, and immediately stopped talking. Ran, who was sitting on the couch, quickly shut his mouth. His smug smile had crumbled, replaced by a look of surprise and confusion.
Kokonoi, on the other hand, quickly greeted you with a warm smile, a slight wave of his hand, and a perfect stance that contrasted with the chaos that had just transpired.
The sound of your refrigerator humming in the distance was a constant reminder of the chaos that reigned in your kitchen. The sight that greeted you as you stepped into the room was one of disarray and disorder, as if someone had carelessly left the refrigerator door open.
Mikey sat on the counter, casually eating your leftovers out of tupperwares scattered across the room, completely oblivious to your presence. His aloofness was almost insulting as he continued to ignore, and the sight of the mess sent a shiver down your spine, making your eye twitch with annoyance. It seemed as if everyone in the group had forgotten the basic rules of common courtesy and decency.
The mess in the kitchen was apparent, but the commotion coming from your bedroom caught your attention. Taking a few steps over the room, your fists clenched as you surveyed the scene. Sanzu and Rindou, both wielding pillows, teamed up against Kakucho, hitting him with reckless abandon. The sound of the impact echoed throughout the room, as the three men waged war on your bed.
The fight was almost comical, but the thought of your blankets and pillows being torn apart left a bitter taste in your mouth. You couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration, your eyes narrowing as you watched the destruction unfold before you.
it was too much.
"What the fuck?"
The three men stopped their pillow fight and turned to face you, their expressions a mixture of shock and confusion. Your foot tapped angrily on the floor, your arms crossed tightly over your chest, as you tried to make sense of what had just happened.
The silence in the room was shattered by the sound of rushing footsteps as Sanzu ran towards you, falling to his knees, wrapping his arms around your waist.
His eyes were closed, and his grip was tight, as if he were holding on to you for his life. The tenderness and yearning in his expression spoke volumes, and the tightness of his arms around you made it feel like he would never let go. Slowly letting your anger cool down.
As you gaze down, a sense of deja vu washes over you. Perhaps it's the way he tilts his head up to meet your eyes, or the way his breath hitches ever so slightly. But whatever it is, the feeling makes you smile.
