This Is So Cuteee! Sdghfgdhd But Its So Funny At The Same Time

this is so cuteee! sdghfgdhd but its so funny at the same time 😭😭😭

Chrollo could you give me some friendly advice?

Don't give up! You can't start learning a new language and expect to speak it perfectly in two days, you can't go to the gym and expect to get a six pack in one hour, you can't start a new job and expect to be an expert on the first day... Things take time, just don't give up!

Listen, everybody has bad days from time to time. Life is just like that, there's nothing we can do about it. Go to sleep early and try again tomorrow.

I can't stress this enough: Do things that make you happy!! We are alive for a short period of time, so we have to enjoy it. Go play that video game, watch that anime, read that book... But, hey, use common sense, before you have fun you gotta do your work and duties.

this was my favorite part of the jjk0 movie

ohh to be her

Fun under the Sun

SUMMARY: Manjiro Sano, leader of the most notorious crime syndicate in Japan, invited you to spend a week on his private tropical island. There, you'll experience the height of luxury and the depths of debauchery. Will you succumb to the temptations?

Warnings: rough sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, deepthroating, titjob, anal sex, gangbang, impregnation, triple penetration, nipple play, creampie, bondage, gags, consensual non-consent

Pairing: Bonten!Mikey x AFAB!Reader WC: 5.5k

You smirked as you passed fellow revelers on the way to the club. You could feel eyes on you as your hips swayed and the low-riding, tight, black leather pants you wore let everyone see just how well they gripped the jiggling globes of your luscious ass cheeks. The orange top you wore was working overtime to contain your heavy breasts, your cleavage spilling out of the low-cut neckline, but the material was sturdier than it appeared. It had to be to considering how hard you intended to hit the dance floor.

You were about to step out onto the street to cross when a limousine suddenly pulled up in front of you. Your eyes momentarily flashed red in irritation before you raised an eyebrow quizzically as the rear window began to lower.

A handsome man regarded you coolly. Despite the white of his hair, he didn't seem to be old, his pale skin surprisingly smooth and wrinkle free.

"Good evening, madam. Forgive my abruptness, but I would like to make you an offer-"

"Save it mister," You cut in abruptly. "I'm not a prostitute and even if I was, you couldn't afford me, fancy car and all. Now beat it before I stop being polite."

The man's face was nearly unreadable, but you caught the slightest hint of a smirk before he motioned to his driver and the limo drove on.

You gave your hair a toss to shake off you frustration at such a lame pickup attempt before you continued to the club. The doorman didn't slow you down for a second as others continued to wait in line. You made a beeline for the dance floor, letting the blasting music envelope you. You lost yourself in the rhythm and press of other bodies.

After several songs and grinding on many anonymous individuals, you had worked up a thirst. You made you way to the bar, brushing sweaty strands of hair from your face. Before you could open your mouth to order, a drink was set before you. You stared at the glass suspiciously before the presence of someone beside you drew you attention.

Seeing the man from the limo shouldn't have come as a shock, plenty of guys had continued to hit on you after you had snubbed their advances. What was shocking was how out of place he seemed in his crisp and pressed white double-breasted blazer, a red handkerchief in the breast pocket, black shirt, vest and white tie. It clashed horribly with the bar's throngs of young people in various styles of alluring outfits, and yet, he exuded a confidence that made it seem like everyone else were the ones who didn't belong.

"The drink is on the house, madam," he said as he raised a martini in salute.

"What are you? The owner?" You asked derisively, knowing for a fact that that club owner was a much younger man who had hit on you several times.

"Yes, in fact," he said before taking a sip from his drink. "As of several minutes ago."

When you stared at him in disbelief, he raised his free hand above his head and made a short cutting motion. Immediately the music died and the patrons began looking around in confusion.

"Come, join me at a table while my men clear the club so we can have a private conversation."

True to his word, the bouncers were ushering everyone else out of the club. Still in shock, you followed him and sat opposite at one of the tables along the wall. It took several minutes for the club to empty out and they sat in silence, youre trying to keep your surprise in check.

"I suppose an introduction is in order," he said once the place was empty. "My name is Manjiro Sano."

Your eyes widened in recognition of the name, but you have not really seen the man’s face until now. He continued before you could say anything.

"Judging from your reaction, I assume you have heard of my active organization. I am currently Bonten's head, but I am not here in that capacity. Suffice to say my criminal life has not been a happy one for a long time. I'm divesting myself from my syndicate. I've taken what I felt I was due and now I find myself in need of a companion worthy of my station."

He sat back, sipping his drink as he let his words sink in.

"Me?!" You were unable to contain your incredulity before it gave way to anger that drove you to your feet. "I told you already, I'm not a prostitute! You may be the infamous Manjiro Sano of Bonten, but I am not scared to defy you. First of all, I have no business with an underworld king like you. I am sorry -"

"Please, at least hear my offer before you reject it outright," Manjiro said as he reached into an inner coat pocket and withdrew a pen. He began writing on a napkin as he continued, "One week as my escort to my private island. You can leave any time you desire, but while there you will experience the kind of luxury few can even imagine."

Manjiro finished writing on the napkin, folded it in half, and slid it towards you, "And to compensate you for your time and company."

You hesitantly reached out and picked up the napkin as you sat back down, unfolding it to find an obscenely large number written on it.

"I can pay even more if that isn't enough," Manjiro whispered in you ear, causing you to jump in your seat. You hadn't noticed him moving around to your side of the table. As your eyes met his piercing onyx gaze, you were surprised to find no hint of condescension, just earnest desire.

You looked away as your cheeks flushed and your heart raced. The napkin crumpled as you balled your hands into fists to keep from fidgeting.

"I-I suppose checking it out couldn't hurt."

***

Manjiro hadn't been lying about the luxury that awaited you. It had only been a couple of days but you were already wondering how you would go back to your normal life. It wasn't like you had lived a meager life before meeting Manjiro, but it certainly seemed that way in comparison. You ate the finest meals and drank spirits that were beyond top shelf. You swam in crystal clear waters and hiked beautiful trails, and surprisingly, Manjiro was by your side for most of it.

Throughout it all you were aware of his eyes trailing over your body but he never made you feel uncomfortable or tried to push himself upon you. He was engaging and attentive, quick to offer up a new activity or service if there was ever a lull in your revelry, though at that exact moment a lull was just the thing you were looking for.

You were reclined on a beach towel that had a thread count so high it felt almost criminal to lay on it. Your aviator sunglasses kept the sun out of your eyes as you let the sound of the waves sink you into a state of deep relaxation. The only thing that kept you from drifting off to sleep was the sound of footsteps approaching.

"You should be more careful," Manjiro said as he stood over you, his eyes trailing down you body and the orange and yellow striped bikini you wore.

You turned your head a fraction to regard him, "Why? There's nothing dangerous on this island and I doubt any of your staff are a threat."

Manjiro chuckled at the notion, "I was referring to the sun. It would be a shame to have your flawless skin damaged by a sunburn. I have some lotion with me. Would you be so kind as to help me with the hard-to-reach spots?"

It was a small request so you didn't seem the harm in it as you took off your sunglasses and pushed yourself up. Manjiro handed you the bottle and you began to rub a hearty squirt of the stuff into his back. This was the first time you had gotten so close in a situation that might be seen as intimate. Manjiro glanced over his shoulder down at you and you felt a blush creep into you cheeks even though all youre doing was running your hands up and down his back. It actually made you focus more on his body and you noticed that he had a supple and muscular build on the leaner side, similar to a marathon runner's.

"Would you let me return the favor?" Manjiro asked as you finished, catching you off-guard. The idea of his hands running over your body made you shiver in a way that surprised you. You knew he desired you, but sex had never been outright stated as part of your deal, and finding yourself entertaining the idea was startling.

"That would be nice," You found yourself saying before you partially snapped back to your senses. "Just mind my hair," you added in warning before you laid back down on you stomach.

Manjiro knelt beside you, and you glanced back at him out of the corner of your eye as you rested your head on your crossed arms. You found yourself once more eyeing his lithe build when you noticed the bulge of his speedo. You must have stared because Manjiro paused and then glanced down at his crotch. Once more he surprised you when he laughed.

"Do you find this embarrassing?" He asked, oozing confidence as he spread his legs wider to display what seemed to be a truly impressive erection straining against the tight fabric. "I won't deny that part of why I asked you to accompany me was a physical attraction. There's no shame in verbally or physically admitting you arouse me. May I continue?"

You swallowed and nodded before turning away to hide your blush. You still jumped a little as his hands began to work lotion into you skin. Slowly the rubdown became more of a massage and Manjiro surprised you again with his deft touch and strong hands. You barely gasped in surprise when his hands squeezed the back of your thighs and daringly cupped the bottom of your ass. Meeting no resistance, he boldly grabbed your ass cheeks, his fingers sinking deeply as he squeezed and spread them. You bit you lip as he manhandled your bubble butt, knowing you should stop him, but unable to bring yourself to do so.

"Y/N, you are the most exquisite woman I've ever laid eyes on," Manjiro said as one of his hands slipped beneath your bikini bottom. Your knuckles were white as you gripped your arms while his fingers explored the deep valley of you ass. Your asshole puckered and twitched as his fingers brushed over it before diving deeper.

You buried you face into the towel to muffle you moan as his fingers slid over your damp folds. He teasingly probed your pussy as his other hand trailed up your body to undo your top. That brought your head up, only for you to yelp as Manjiro surprised you by rolling you onto you back. You could have easily stopped him but the way he looked at you, the way he touched you, it was intoxicating and you wanted more.

Emboldened, Manjiro kissed you while fondling your breast and teasing you pussy. He deftly rolled your hardening nipple between thumb and index finger while stirring your pussy up with his other hand. You moaned around his lips and squirmed with pleasure but as good as his fingers felt sliding in and out of you pussy, there was something more fulfilling you couldn't stop picturing. Manjiro let out a grunt of surprise as you hand cupped his crotch but he quickly recovered and began slowly, steadily thrusting against you hand. You continued manually stimulating each other until his speedo was thoroughly stained with precum and your cunt was flushed and glistening with fluids.

Manjiro finally pulled away, if only to shed his speedo and free his cock to bob in the air. You sharply inhaled as you got your first good look at his dick. You were by no means a virgin but the meaty monolith gave you pause even as you sat up to grasp the base. Manjiro moaned his approval as you brought your other hand to caress his heavy balls.

"I promise you won't be disappointed if you give it a try," Manjiro added, his confidence irrepressible as ever.

You obliged, if only to see the look on his face as you wrapped your lips around his tip. It was your turn to tease him as you slurped lewdly on his cock, making no effort to take more than what was already in your mouth. The shudder of pleasure that shot through him as your tongue swirled around his glans felt very satisfying. You could tell Manjiro wanted more as you edged him with slow strokes with both hands, the remnants of lotion making your hands quite slick.

Once you felt he had suffered on the brink enough you eased off him, earning a look of annoyance that quickly shifted to amazement as you lay back on the towel. You reached down, squeezing your heavy breasts between you arms as your hands spread you pussy open in invitation.

"Give it a try, I promise you won't be disappointed," you teased, throwing his boast back at him.

Manjiro practically pounced on you, barely able to maintain his air of superiority as desire raged inside him. You threw your head back as he spread you open slowly, savoring you like a fine wine. He trailed kisses up your chest, as his cock stretched you more than any other man or toy ever had. For the briefest of moments, you stayed embraced like that before Manjiro's grip shifted to your hips, lifting them ever so slightly, and he slammed himself the rest of the way forward.

Your back arched and you gasped at the sudden intensity, but even more than that, was just how amazing it felt to be speared by his cock. He struck depths that left you quaking beneath him and as he pulled back the flare of his mushroom-shaped tip dragged along your walls until your eyes crossed in delicious agony. Manjiro drove himself forward with relentless stamina as his hands shifted to grab the back of yourr thighs. He forced your ass up higher until his balls were heartily slapping against you, resounding across the empty beach.

"Would you grant me a request?" Manjiro suddenly asked, not even breathing hard as he pounded away at your pussy.

"Wh-what did you have in mind?" You asked before you bit you lip to keep back a sad sigh as he pulled out of you.

"Get on your hands and knees."

You blushed but quickly rolled over to comply. You looked back to Manjiro as he once more grabbed your waist and stuffed you full of his cock. This angle wasn't quite as deep but his pace was nearly breakneck in comparison, causing your ass to ripple with his thrusts while your heavy breasts swayed wildly, your excited nipples dragging occasionally along the towel beneath you. He hammered your pussy like he intended to truly get his money's worth out of you, and you let you head fall to rest on you arms, if only to keep him from seeing how his harsh pounding made your limbs tremble with desire.

As if he could sense your enthusiasm at his rough treatment, Manjiro took one hand from your hip and raised it high overhead. The spank sent a shockwave up through your body and though you cried out sharply, it quickly morphed into a hearty moan. Another spank had you driving yourself into his thrusts, panting and grunting as you met his intensity with you own. Manjiro peppered your ass with spanks, occasionally switching hands so both cheeks were decorated with vibrant hand prints. Each strike made your eyes flare red as you threw you head back, whipping you hair this way and that while reveling in the heady mix of pain and pleasure.

Manjiro's stamina was truly incredible, but your need for release outmatched even his incredible pace. With one powerful slam of your ass, you sent Manjiro sprawling, catching him entirely off guard. Before he could pick himself up, you pounced on him, your eyes dangerously red as your hair seemed to be made of fire. You held him down easily with just one hand as the other aligned his cock with your dripping pussy. The force with which you dropped onto his cock made his eyes bulge and were it not for the sand you were fucking on, he might have suffered real damage. As it was, you seemed intent on riding him into the ground, even as the walls of your pussy squeezed him so tight that he thought you might lift him up with just the grip of your sex.

Though he'd been taken by surprise Manjiro quickly recovered and grabbed hold of your pillowy breasts, aggressively mashing one as he brought his mouth to yourr stiff nipple. Your tit flesh was like dough between his fingers as he squeezed and yourr peaked nipple was nearly as sensitive as your clit under his skilled tongue. Your fucking became more a battle of wills, a race to see whose body would give out first and unfortunately for you, Manjiro's spanks weren't quite the same as a battle with a noob white-belter in karate. Your eyes became lazy once more, and you paused as a wave of exhaustion came over you.

In that moment Manjiro rolled you onto your back and this time he rose to his feet as he grabbed your legs, folding you nearly in half. With your ankles by your head in a mating press, Manjiro slammed into you harder and faster than ever. Your pussy gushed like a fountain every time he plunged into you, and you mewled weakly as his cock repeatedly struck the entrance to your womb. Seeing you tremble as you were overwhelmed with pleasure was the catalyst he needed to reach his own climax and with a powerful lung, he drove himself down and came violently. He made smaller, gentler thrusts in time with each swell of his cock, rocking you almost tenderly as he filled you with delicious and copious amount of his fertile seed. Finally, he let your legs drop limply so he could cup your face in his hands, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You shivered, both from the kiss and the sensation of his cock slipping free of your pussy, hot cum oozing from your gaping hole.

When he pulled away, you gulped down air, still shivering as every touch made your nerves scream. Manjiro laid down beside you, watching you with amusement and an unsatiated hunger.

"So, I take it you'll be staying the rest of the week?" He asked, smirking confidently.

You surprised him again as you rolled over to straddle his waist, before laying your body atop his and kissing him deeply. When you pulled away, your eyes were alight with desire as you said, "I think you need to talk a little less if we're going to make up for all the time we wasted not fucking."

With that you slid down his body and enveloped his cock between your massive tits, working them back and forth to massage his cock back to life with your ample breasts.

***

True to your word, you and Manjiro spent the next several days fucking constantly. You still enjoyed the pleasures of the island, but often while enjoying the pleasures of each other's bodies as well. You even fucked shamelessly in front of the staff when meals were prepared and served to them. Manjiro especially enjoyed drinking fine wines from the depths of your bosom as you squeezed your weighty breasts together.

You had just finished a meal and you were on your knees, coaxing dessert from Manjiro's balls. He sat in a chair, unfortunately distracted from you deepthroating his cock. That didn't stop him from grabbing your head and hilting his cock in you throat before pumping a heavy load into your stomach. When he finally let go of you, you coughed heartily but didn't seem all that upset, you had found you enjoyed it when he got rough with you. If anything, you were concerned with his preoccupation.

"Is everything all right?" You asked as you rested you folded arms on his knee, laying your head atop your arms as you looked up at Manjiro.

For the first time since you had met, Manjiro seemed hesitant. He finally looked down to you with a furrowed brow.

"Do you trust me?"

You picked your head up as you frowned. It was a strange question for him to ask after spending the past couple of days fucking you.

"I don't think I would have let you fuck my ass if I didn't," You said as you playfully rocked his leg back and forth, trying dispel the air of unease you felt.

"What if I told you that I've invited a number of my executives to the island to fuck you for an obscene amount of money? Not only that, but if anyone manages to impregnate you, then that man will win the entire pot of money they have all put forward. What would you say to that?"

You searched Manjiro's face for any hint of tomfoolery but he remained somberly serious. You wanted to lash out in outrage, demand if the past few days had meant anything to him, but as expected of a syndicate boss, you’re not surprised if he use you like he use other people simply for their funny gambling games, foul desires, and lecherous amusement, his executives will place bets on who can manage to impregnate you in the shortest span of time, and the winner will take home the entire pot money. Cruel and inhumane indeed. But you couldn't stop thinking about how he had answered your question with a question of his own. Did you trust him?

"I would say that I do trust you, but if I end knocked up with some random guy's baby, you'll owe me far more than money." You emphasized your words by gripping his shaft and squeezing until it was just shy of painful.

Manjiro's face split in a massive smile as he reached down to stroke your cheek affectionately. "You have my word that it won't come to that, not even close."

***

The next day you found yourself naked, and on your knees with your arms bound tightly but comfortably behind your back. You could hear the murmur of a crowd around you, but they seemed to be waiting for something. You hated to admit but the combination of being made to wait and knowing there were so many eyes devouring the sight of you voluptuous naked body was making you wet and needy.

Finally, the sound of something metallic striking glass rang out and the crowd grew silent. Manjiro's voice boomed through the room, "Welcome gentlemen, I know you are all looking forward to today's event. Before we begin, I would like to assure you that Y/N is indeed fertile and ovulating, as you can read from her laboratory analysis results." There was brief pause and some more murmuring before Manjiro continued, "Well then, if there are no further issues, then for the next twenty-four hours fill her up as much as you can and may the most potent man win!"

Your head snapped towards Manjiro's voice, he hadn't mentioned anything about being fucked for a day straight! It was too late to do anything about it as you were immediately surrounded by a press of bodies. Despite their rush they seemed to have decided some sort of pecking order as two purple haired guys positioned you so you were straddling the one with the jellyfishy mullet while the taller guy with the neat hairstyle you assumed to be his brother considering their similar faces, held your shoulders. They unceremoniously began pounding your ass and pussy. The others satisfied themselves with groping and caressing you, pinching your nipples, tugging your ample breasts roughly, and jamming fingers into your mouth through the O-ring gag that forced your mouth open. You moaned and grunted as the cocks of the two brothers fucking you ground against each other through the walls of your body. Eventually a third cock was forced through your gag which belongs to a man with a lovely pink hair, and your cries were reduced to wet gargles as you were facefucked mercilessly by the madman.

They seemed to redouble their efforts, shifting you again to lay on your back atop a man with a silver long hair as he hammered your asshole while another cock from a tall scarred man with heterochromatic eyes speared your pussy. Someone grabbed your head and tilted it back so they could continue fucking your mouth, it was the pretty man with pink hair again, eventually a fourth man with the purple mullet straddled your stomach as you felt hands squeezing your pillowy breasts together so he could fuck your tits wildly. The bodies kept being replaced by more until you lost count of the number of times you'd been cummed in or on, only that the reek of ejaculate was embedded in your nose and you were starting to feel rather sore all over.

Even though you'd been told the goal was to impregnate you, the men seemed equally content to dump their loads in your ass and mouth and you were soon leaking profusely from all three holes. Despite your initial trepidation, the constant pressure from all sides and the seemingly endless line of dicks plugging your holes was driving you wild. Not because they were satisfying you, but because of their complete inability to do so. It was like an endless battle against foes who tried to measure up to Manjiro but always came up short; every ejaculation was a victory for you. You threw yourself into draining their balls, flexing your lower muscles to tighten your holes, making the men fucking you cry out in pleasure as cum exploded from their cocks.

There were occasional pauses where you were wiped down with a wet cloth and given some water, but the bondage and the rest of the gear was never removed. In time even your stamina began to flag but the men paid your whimpers no mind as they abused your holes and by the time it was finally over you were a moaning, shivering mess that was barely conscious. You were on your side, panting through the O-ring when a hand touched your face. You flinched reflexively but the hand remained and the way it caressed your cheek was familiar. You lifted your head as Manjiro spoke from right beside you.

"Well gentlemen, you've successfully fucked her for an entire day. Thanks to advances in medical technologies, we'll be able to see right now if any of you are going to be a proud papa and win money."

Conception can happen in hours, but implantation usually happens about a week later. The technology Manjiro is talking about directly scans a fertilized egg in your womb and not the hormone called HCG which is only evident after the implantation, making this invention quite handy in their short-timed games.

The gag came off you and though you had to squint and everything was blurry from your teary eyes, you were able to make out a holographic projection above you. As your vision cleared you saw it was a readout of yourself, vitals that was currently updating. An excited hush filled the room as the update percentage climbed toward completion. Despite Manjiro's earlier assurance that everything would be fine, you felt a sour lump in your gut that had nothing to do with the liters of sperm you'd swallowed.

The update reached 100% and groans of disappointment filled the room as the screen flashed negative results. No conception happened. You let your head fall to the floor in relief, barely aware of Manjiro quelling angry cries of protest and ushering everyone else from the room. You laid there on the brink of slipping into unconsciousness when Manjiro returned and knelt beside you. He tenderly undid your restraints and helped you into a sitting position. Your jaw ached from being kept open for so long but you ignored the pain as you spoke.

"How did you know I wouldn't get pregnant?"

Manjiro met your gaze evenly before glancing to the side. You followed his eyes and saw tables lining the edge of the room and many empty glasses atop them all.

"A good businessman always gives himself an edge over the competition. In this case, a little known, fast-acting drug that renders my men temporarily infertile. I made sure they were all dosed by the time they arrived on the island, and slipped more into their drinks as a precaution. By the time they take their wives or mistresses to bed, they'll be perfectly fine."

Sly, loathsome, evil, little creature. You thought. In the end, the proceeds went to his beloved syndicate’s fund. Manjiro looked back at you and his features softened as his hand touched you wrist where the marks of you bindings were vibrant and red.

"Are you all right?"

"I'll be fine. Give me a few hours and we can go back to having some proper fun."

You laughed at the look of surprise on Manjiro's face. "I haven't had a proper orgasm in twenty-four hours, you'll have to work hard to make up for all that wasted time."

***

It was the final day of your arrangement and Manjiro and you had spent every waking moment entangled in each other. You were sitting in his lap, bouncing madly on his cock as he split your ass, your hefty bottom clapping loudly. Manjiro had his face between your breasts, which easily obscured his whole head as he moaned with abandon. You ran your hands through his hair before pulling his head up so you could latch on to his lips. As you kissed deeply, you slammed your ass down and was rewarded with an explosion of heat deep in your bowels. You rocked your hips to wring every last drop from Manjiro's cock before resting your forehead against his and sighing contentedly.

"What would you say to extending your stay with me?" Manjiro suddenly asked as you sat in each other's embrace.

"Mmm, how much longer?" You responded huskily as you flexed your floor muscles to squeeze and massage his cock in your ass, hoping for another round.

"Forever."

“…”

"Marry me, Y/N. Stay by my side here, for the rest of our lives, and bear my children."

…

“I am sorry Manjiro, this was not part of our deal” You leaned down to kiss him as he laid you down and then moaned as his cock surged to life in your asshole. That moan became a sad sigh as he pulled his cock free.

…

Silence bounced, fell off his tongue and sat between them and clogged his throat. It slaughtered his trust. They exchanged blind words, and he did not cry, he did not beg, but blackness filled his ears, blackness lunged in his heart, and something that had been good, a sort of kindly oxygen, turned into a gas oven.

Manjiro chuckled dryly as you lay both down basked in the afterglow of your sex, “Just kidding.”

got me all teared up 🥲

[ 𝟕:𝟑𝟐 𝐏𝐌 ] — 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀

“are you done being mad at me?” wakasa raises a brow, and you’re almost inclined to throw the knife in your hand at his head—but, given that he’ll simply dodge it, and you’ll just have a ruined wall, you decide to fight the urge. he sighs when you don’t answer, pulling a chair from your dining table and seating himself as he watches you make dinner.

still enough for two, he notes, and a small spark lights up from his fingertips all the way to his heart.

“y/n, i told you it was an accident, don’t be so mad all the time,” he groans, and the glare you shoot him makes him roll his eyes.

and it’s not like he meant to forget your date, he usually always remembers. it’s one time, and wakasa can’t understand why it’s such a big deal.

“are you gonna just cry over one missed date for two days now?” he asks, irritation lacing his voice. “we could’ve gone on like three dates by now if you just stopped sulking,” he mutters, picking at his nails, and a part of you wants to scream at him, wants to throw all the dishes in the sink at him as he tries to dodge them all, but another part—a part you’re trying so hard not to show—simply wants to cry.

and you know how he is, you knew before you ever got involved with him, you know he’s not the most expressive guy—but somehow, despite it all, you just wish he’d at least look like he’s trying.

“y/n,” he says seriously, eyes finally hardening with a firmness you know all too well. you don’t think you can handle this conversation right now. “enough is eno—”

“please leave,” you whisper. wakasa pauses, staring at you incredulously as you don’t even spare him a glance. he thinks it’s because you’re mad—you know it’s because if you do, the dam will break.

it’s so silly, so incredibly sensitive of you. you’ve been dating for months, the honeymoon stage is long over, but still. you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to make your eight month milestone with wakasa special—and you thought there could be the slightest chance he’d feel the same.

but he forgot. and you feel dumb. you feel like an overly sentimental fool, and even if you try and tell yourself you’re simply overreacting, you can’t help but let the hurt blossom.

and you’re sure your boyfriend will look at you like you’re a fool too—and you certainly feel like one—so the best thing to do is avoid him until the feelings fizzle out.

but wakasa seems adamant on that not happening.

“what?” he inquires, and your eyes betray you, casting themselves as traitors as they let hot tears stream down your face. you angle your body away so he can’t see, hoping he doesn’t notice, but almost instantly, there’s a presence hovering behind you. “y/n, what’s wrong? shit—okay look, i didn’t mean to forget, alright? that was on me, it just slipped my mind—kay look. don’t cry or nothing, alright?”

“just go away,” you sniffle, twisting to avoid the arms that move to wrap around your waist, and for a second, you think you’ve probably ruined everything.

he’s probably tired of your overreacting, and the thought makes you wrap your arms tightly around yourself, biting your lip as you fight the wobble.

“baby, just talk to me,” he mumbles, arms wrapping around you once more. this time, they’re a bit more determined, and they don’t let you escape. a soft kiss plants itself to the back of your neck, and you feel yourself get pulled into an sturdy chest. “what’s got you upset? the date? were you excited for that restaurant? i’ll take you right now, but don’t cry—”

“it’s not the stupid restaurant,” you sniffle, giving up and leaning your weight into him. it’s silent for a moment, and then you’re being turned, warm hands cupping your cheeks and tilting your head up to meet wakasa’s gaze. his heart breaks a little at the glassiness of your eyes.

“then what’s got you all worked up, hmm?” he asks softly, and his thumb soothes over your cheek. the words almost tumble out of your mouth, but you stop yourself—and he can sense it. “tell me,” he says simply. “i want to fix it.”

and before you can hesitate, you’re blurting out, “it was our eighth month.” you look down, not meeting his eyes. “wanted it to be special. but that’s dumb, it’s okay, i was just bei—”

“ah fuck,” he curses. “knew i was forgetting something importa—okay, okay. new plan,” he murmurs, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead, and you blink, brows furrowing that he’s not rolling his eyes, and he’s not telling you to get over it, and he’s not annoyed. “you finish up dinner, i’ll get you the fanciest reservation for tomorrow, kay? no more tears though,” he brushes away the last few on your cheek, hugging your waist as you process his words.

“what?”

“you heard me,” he whispers, voice husky as he trails kisses down your jaw, burying his face into your neck. “‘m sorry, baby. didn’t mean to forget.”

and it hits you that maybe you got it all wrong, that maybe you weren’t fair on wakasa. of course he cares, and a silly little eight month milestone isn’t silly to him if it’s important to you. you wrap your arms around his neck, shuffling closer.

“got all dressed up and cute that night,” you pout. “you didn’t even get to see.” he nods, rubbing small circles into your back.

“this is horrible news,” he mumbles. “i really missed out.”

“you did,” you nod, and he presses another kiss to your neck.

“s’okay, you’ll get all dolled up for me tomorrow, won’t you?” and finally, a small smile forms on your lips as you nod, relaxing fully into his embrace as he stays rubbing your back, the hurt and doubt and anger from before all melting away.

yeah, maybe you got it all wrong.

“you don’t deserve it,” you mutter.

“yeah, i don’t,” he agrees. pulling away, he looks at you with a small smirk, leaning in as his forehead meets yours. “but you’ll still do it for me anyway, right?”

and when you nod, his lips crash into yours, and you think maybe he is expressive—in his own annoying little way.

welp atleast mikey's not mad lolol

god complex. // sanzu haruchiyo x fem! reader.

all characters are aged up.

this content includes : nonconsensual sex, dom! sanzu haruchiyo, creampie, breeding kink, choking, hair pulling, pwp, no prep, fear play, hate sex, no aftercare, cheating, semi-public sex.

N/A : this was quick so sorry, ill write more – this has been in my mind for awhile and I finally managed to get back to writing.

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Sanzu absolutely hated your guts, you were spoiled, and thought you were above him, thinking so highly of yourself. He can't have that, no, he can't. He has this sick fantasy of putting your spoiled self in place, and that's how exactly he got you cornered, in Mikey's— no, your husband's room, and bent over, your lacey panties pulled down to your ankles.

It was an embarrassing sight to be honest. Your face was flushed red, and you were shaking in fear from the gun pointed at your skull.

"Scream for help, princess and I'll blow your brains out." You did not know if he was lying, but looking at his eyes, glossed with lust and craze, he probably wasn't. He got off on people's pain, but was he about to actually kill you? Mikey's wife?

"It's about time I put you on your place, yeah? Thinking you can boss people around, just cause you're Mikey's cute lil wifey?" You could only whimper in pain, as he had his pants unzipped, and his dick out, rubbing the tip on that nerves that would make you let out a quiet moan.

"Please.. Please.. Stop." was the only thing you could let out from your plump lips, but he did not care, flipping you around and kissing you deeply, shoving his tongue in your mouth, as you could only cry.

Pulling away, he hummed, strings of saliva snapping and dripping on your chest. "You telling me to stop makes me want to destroy you more. So go on, spit some more. My guns loaded, princess." You hated that nickname, even though Mikey would call you that sometimes, but it was so degrading, you could only let out sobs from your mouth, which turned into an empty scream when he shoved his dick inside, slamming against your cervix, as if trying to force himself in your womb.

God, did it hurt, your sobs just continued, but so did he, pulling out and slamming repeatedly, against your g-spot, which absolutely ruined you.

Your mascara, that you have put on for Mikey was ruined, smudged on your face, that Sanzu couldn't help but take a picture, you're unsure if he would set it as his wallpaper, but judging by how insane he was, he probably would, and flex it to the Haitani brothers, on how he managed to put your bratty ass in check.

He continued his assault, putting his gun on the table next to you.

You had half a thought to grab it, but you knew he was faster, and stronger too. He would probably grab it before you can, so you decide to go limp and cry silently as he assaulted your now swollen pussy.

Sanzu grunted, pulling on your hair whilst he gripped onto your neck with his other, his thrust getting more sloppy.

It was then you only realized that he was not wearing a condom, and you were not on birth control since you and Mikey were trying for a child.

"Wh— Wai— Please.. Pull out. Not on—" You were cut off by the sound of your moans, that band in your stomach tightening up.

"Not on birth control? Oh, baby, I know that. You and my boss trying out for a child, mm... I know. Don't worry, I'll give it to you. Gonna get you pregnant." He grinned lazily, as he stared at your horrified face, struggling and squirming to get out of his hold, to no avail, he was stronger, you were weak.

With one last thrust, he shoved his dick inside you, spurting his cum straight into your womb.

An orgasm was ripped out of you, forced and unwilling, your face twisted into some form of ahegao, and god did he love it.

He continued to thrust, lazily, to keep his cum inside you, desperate to impregnate your fertile pussy.

You were snapped out of your thoughts from the sound of the door opening, and the sound of your husbands voice.

"Sanzu, I told you to wait for me."

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