•[Mistake or Intention]•
Mistake or intention? Everyone makes mistakes and there are a lot of people that do things intentionally.
At their core, mistakes and intentions are two very different things. A mistake, as we all know, is an action that is taken without the intention of causing harm or misfortune, but which nonetheless results in an undesired outcome.
As for an intention, on the other hand, is a deliberate decision to take a certain action in order to achieve a particular result.
For example, imagine that you're driving to a friend's house and you accidentally take a wrong turn. This wrong turn was not intentional, you didn't mean to end up in the wrong place, but it was nonetheless a mistake that resulted in you being lost and potentially arriving late to your friend's house.
Now suppose that instead of accidentally taking a wrong turn, you intentionally decide to take a different route because you think it will be faster. In this case, your decision to take a different route was an intention, and the result, arriving at your friend's house on time, was the desired outcome.
When we make a mistake, we often do so without thinking - perhaps because we're distracted, tired, or simply unaware of the consequences of our actions.
However, in contrast, intentions involve a conscious decision-making process in which we weigh the potential outcomes of our actions and choose a course of action that we believe will lead to the desired result.
Mistakes are unplanned and often result in undesired outcomes, while intentions are deliberate decisions made with the goal of achieving a specific outcome.
And Y/N made no mistake, her actions were purely intentional. However, who could blame her? What would you do if you found out that a close friend's daughter was taking advantage of your husband?
Would you talk it out or let anger take over and beat them near death?
I know I'll want someome dead.
Y/N stopped and exhaled. This is wrong, very wrong, but she did it again. Acting without thinking, no, she did think, she had her made up prior to the execution. She's not sure how Kenma would react if he finds out, but who cares, right?
Y/N gazed at Eimi who's buckled in the front seat of Y/N's car. She's not sure if Eimi is alive anymore since they were far from the hospital.
Two and a half hours to be precise. She did however, before settinf Eimi in her car, cleaned her off with the rubbing alcohol and peroxide.
She was noticable, but Y/N had sat two hours taking in the churning smell of dried blood and and peroxide. But this is on her, she should've went about it differently.
Y/N undid Eimi's seatbelt and opened the door, shoving the girl onto the pavement just to drive away seconds later.
She didn't look back, she didn't care who witnessed Eimi's body touching the pavement, all that matters from here on out is the outcome.
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After an hour of driving Y/N finally reached home. She'll have to deal with Eimi's car and phone in the morning.
Y/N walked inside and felt eyes on her. Her gaze went over to the dinner table and Andy is there, eating a bowl of icecream.
They locked eyes, but no words were spoken. Andy glanced at Y/N's attire, noticing her bruised knuckles, her red nose from having been kicked by Eimi and blood splatter on her clothes.
Y/N continued upstairs to her room. She knows Kenma's home due to his car being outside. This is where things get a bit more hectic.
Y/N closed the room door behind her, feeling the cold air in the room. Her eyes drift over to the bed where Kenma is playing game on his phone. When he gazed at her he instantly knew something was off.
Her demeanor was a serious one. Y/N couldn't help but to be brought to tears by just looking at him. Then the room itself, it happened in this very room.
And if it wasn't for Andy she would still be stuck with the assumption that Eimi actually did something.
"Eimi?" She directs. Y/N sniffed and Kenma shook his head, setting his phone down.
"She drugged you and forced herself onto you and you told me nothing, why?"
"I don't want to talk about this." His tone was low and dismissive. Y/N shook her head.
"No, we have to. She's the reason why you went missing for a few days and had been avoiding my touch. You see her every time don't you?"
"Y/N please don't start." He begs through a whisper.
"Why let her get away with this? Why after everything you've been through?!"
"I said drop it!" He bellows. Y/N hitched in a breath and exhaled, wiping her eyes as she began pacing the room.
"How do you even know this?"
She scoffs, coming to a halt. "How? How?! I am your wife, I am supposed to know so I could be here for you!"
Kenma clenched his jaw. "I had it under control."
"Control? Kenma, she raped you." She says through clenched teeth, the concern evident on her features."
Kenma finally took her in and shook his head.
"What did you do? Where is she?"
Y/N couldn't believe it. "You cannot be serious Kenma. Why are you worried about her after she did what she did?"
Kenma got up and combed his hair back with with his fingers.
"She's a kid Y/N she-
"Kid my ass. She's nearly twenty years old and she knew what she was doing. I surely was not going to sit here and not do anything."
Kenma reached her and cupped her face. He's worried.
"Y/N please...please tell me you didn't kill her." His voice cracked as he whispered his concerns and worry. Just like Kuroo, she thought, this is all just like Kuroo.
He didn't want anything to happen to Kuroo because he still saw the boy as his friend. And she feels like he's doing this because of Tendou and guilty conscience.
"Baby please. I was fine."
Y/N cried silent tears and Kenma wiped them, pecking her on the lips.
"I promise I was fine." He whispers. Lies, he was far from fine. He puked, couldn't eat, could barely sleep well and most importantly he can't get it up.
He was far from fine and still is.
"Is she alive?" He asks again.
"I don't know." She finally admits. Kenma set his forehead against Y/N's and gently stroked her cheek. He knew this was going to happen as well.
"I love you, Y/N. I love you more than anything in this world. You care about me just as much as I care about, and I appreciate your worry towards the situation but baby...you have a temper." He explains.
"She touched you," she whispers, tears leaving her eyes.
"I know." He responds as quietly as her. Their lips touched a few times and Kenma trailed his kisses to her neck.
"Just tell me what happened." His soft voice echoed her ears and Y/N couldn't help but get turned on. She knows now is not the time for sex but it's been so long since she and Kenma did anything.
There's Atsumu, Holly, the gang, Natalie and her child and now there's Eimi to deal with. She wants Kenma to be safe and to not deal with any of this. But she failed.
She allowed herself to get drunk and allowed Eimi to get too close for comfort.
Another peck. "Please."
And so she finally lifted her tongue. She told him everything that lead up to it. From Andy being in the closet to the diary Eimi has down to what she did to the girl.
Kenma stopped soothing her with light kisses and locked eyes with her.
"Barbara's not going to know that it was me. I'll make sure of it."
"How would you do that?"
"Lie."
Kenma took her hand and raised them. Her ring finger is swollen and he can see specks of blood on it.
"If you're fighting, at least take it off." He teases. Y/N wasn't in the mood for jokes. She hugged him and Kenma returned the warm gesture.
"I'm sorry." She whispers. "I know I promised to never do this again, but I have to if I want everyone safe. Especially our family. I'll kill for all of us."
"I know."
"And I'm sorry for what happenes to Kuroo, Angel and Solo. If I given you time to think then maybe things would've been different."
Kenma's hold got tighter arouns her.
"I should've let you handle it."
"I don't like the thought of people dying anymore." He quietly admits. "I made an oath not to kill anyone anymore, just how I couldn't do Satori that night."
Y/N made no oaths. "Then leave it to me."
"No." He pulled away from the hug to get a look at her. "Y/N please, just stay with us, I don't want you to get arrested and you know I won't let that happen. Let's just continue to live for our kids and possibly make more. I enjoy being a dad and a husband. I also enjoy work and the many parties we have to attend. Please don't let us lose all of that."
Kenma kissed her. "Please." Again, and again and again until she finally gave into his kiss. Y/N wrapped her arms arouns his neck and Kenma lead them over to the bed.
He eased her down, getting on top of her, their kiss getting deeper, more eager. Kenma broke the kiss for a second to take his shirt off and Y/N did the same.
Broken or bruised she doesn't care, pleasure would always be first.
However, is he ready for this? Y/N got no time to ask as his lips were right back on hers, tongue and all. Kenma pulled her pants down and Y/N bucked her hips to help.
His soft lips traveled to her neck and Y/N got wet.
"Kenma?"
"Hm?"
"I need a sh-shower."
Kenma pulled himself up, his hair falling perfectly at the back of his head. Y/N's eyes traveled to his tattoos, going all the way down to his v-line.
Her eyes scanned the scar Holly left behind and exhaled. Kenma took his pants off and got put of bed. He pulled her up and Y/N followed his lead to the bathroom.
Y/N stripped out of her underwear and Kenma licked his lips. He felt ashamed to know that he hasn't pleasured his wife this entire time.
"We could just shower, I won't force you to do anything yet. Whenever you feel comfortable with doing so I'll be right here."
Took her hand, kissing her. They went into the shower and Kenma turned it on. As the hot water calmed them both his fingers traced her skin.
Kenma held her waist, kissing the back of her neck. "I can still pleasure you." He whispers.
"What about you?"
"I'll be fine."
Kenma spun her around and her back pressed against the wall. He left kisses onto her skin, licking, biting, sucking. Y/N enjoyed his touch, wanting nothing more than his touch.
His lips got lower, and lower until he reached her pussy. Kenma raised her leg, throwing it over his shoulder. A hot breath brushed her skin, making her moan.
She's wet already, and not from the water either. Kenma's tongue flicked her clit making her moan. She missed this feeling.
His warm tongue swirled and licked making her mad. Her fingers combed through his hair and he groaned lowly.
"Faster."
And he did, flicking his tongue faster. Y/N hitched in a breath, her mouth propping open and her brows knotting.
Her breathing picked up and she exhaled a moan. "Fuck." Kenma grips her thighs tighter and he continued. He forgot what she looked like naked, forgot what it was like to hear her moans and to taste her.
He should've told her, but he was scared for Eimi. Sure she did a terrible thing, but he didn't want her dead. Just like everyone else.
But that's the past now. Right?
Kenma traced her slit with his tongue and it dipped inside of her.
"Ah!" Y/N arched, wanting more, needing more. Kenma went back to her clit and put two fingers inside of her, thrusting at the same pace of his tongue.
That made her a moaning mess and her breathing got breathier.
"K-kenma...Kenma I'm close." He curled his fingers, pressing against her G-spot.
"Fuck yes...yes," she moans a loud. Her fingers clutched his hair tightly as she felt her muscles tightening up.
"I'm cumming..." Kenma heard a loud wail from her and seconds later felt her walls clenching around his fingers as she squirted in his mouth.
Kenma drank it all up and pulled his fingers out. He peck her lips and then left a kiss on her abdomen before coming up to her face.
Kenma kissed her and Y/N embraced it, tasing herself on his tongue. "Thank you." She exhales.
Kenma gave a few pecks on the lips. "I love you."
"I love you more."
Wow. I'm speechless. But we still have other people to face about this.
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