I Think You're So Good And I'm Nothing Like You. // I.k.

i think you're so good and i'm nothing like you. // i.k.

pairing: Izana Kurokawa x reader

wc: 1.7k

synopsis: No matter how hard you try to make the wrong puzzle pieces fit, there's always going to be a gap between the edges — or, Izana thinks the differences are too jarring and he’s not worth the effort.

tags/cw: hurt/comfort, insecure!izana, alluded rich!reader, very descriptive language; pls let me know if im missing anything

a/n: so this was supposed to be part of the little ask game i did a long while ago, full fic format bc word count plus the effort i put into this, the style is a little out of my comfort zone ngl :) thank you so much to my beloved @tetsutits for betaing as well as @thelastoreo and @mosviqu my beloveds for giving me lots n lots of input as well :D

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Never will the warm glow of the sun setting behind rows upon rows of blooming grapevines, not take his breath away. It was so close yet so far; he swore he could touch it just by extending his hand. Even from afar, it felt warm against his tan skin, kissing his body with a warmth similar to the one he felt when he laid beside you.

Despite his aversion to being alone, or more accurately his aversion to being lonely, sometimes he needed the alone time to ground himself and think. You knew that, so it wasn’t a surprise to hear the crunching of gravel underneath your sandals as you took slow yet steady steps, the same way you would approach a scared kitten. Still, though your presence usually brought comfort and calmness, he couldn’t help but feel the way his heart picked up speed inside his chest, each beat anxiously vibrating harder and harder against his ribcage.

“Dinner's almost ready, ‘was looking for you.” Your voice, soft and sweet, coated with just a hint of the Cabernet Sauvignon your family loved to share; wine more expensive than the life insurance he did not have. He could feel how his heart picked up speed inside his chest, each beat vibrating harder and harder against his ribcage, at the sound of your voice. “You okay?”

He could feel his throat knotting up, swallowing up the scream he so desperately wanted to let out. It made him feel like a teenager again, crying after he found out his brother ‘wasn't’ actually his brother; his vocal cords were on fire as tears poured from his eyes, and though they were camouflaged by the cool rain, they fell scorching hot, burning his cheeks like acid. 

And now he was here, standing with his back facing you as he tried to figure out the best way to prevent all those bottled-up thoughts from spilling out. And he knows, he is well fucking aware that communication is this and communication is that, and communication is important, otherwise, he was going to drown trying to escape the endless sea made up of his own thoughts, but he wouldn’t. He’d rather see his lungs well up with salt water than talk about the insecurities nipping at his skull.

He wouldn’t allow himself to ruin this, not after learning what it felt like to be loved and cherished and wanted. Not after making promise after promise, not after planning everything down to a t, after your family had oh-so-gracefully offered one of their properties in Tuscany as venue and had everyone flown down to Italy for a whole week. 

He couldn’t do that to you.

And yet he did. Coaxed by the warmth of your hand against his as it rested on top of the railing overlooking the vineyard.

“I feel like I don’t belong.” He swallowed. 

“Iz—“

“Just,” he pleaded, finally plucking the courage to talk about what had been bothering him ever since he got here. “Please, just let me finish.”

You nodded, knowing he wouldn’t continue until he got your reassurance.

“There’s, um, there’s this voice in the back of my head just telling me over and over again that there's something wrong, that I shouldn't be here, and the more I think about it, the more it makes sense,”

“You’re smart and funny and kind, and people love you and you managed to befriend my godawful broth— step-brother, how did you even do that? He’s so annoying, but that's beside the point, you're so good, too good,

“And if what everyone keeps saying is true, that the ‘opposites attract’ theory can only be proven right by looking at us, if— if we’re complete opposites then that means I’m even worse than bad, it means I’m awful, pathetic, I–” 

He lets out a heavy sigh, raking his free hand through his slightly overgrown locks. His lips were pursed into a tight line, he bit into his cheek as if the slight pain would refrain his eyes from misting. You don’t move despite the urge to hold him close, you knew he wasn't done.

“I’d like to tell myself that it isn't true, but I’m not the only one who thinks that, some of the people here can’t help but look down on me, and they're not even subtle about it,"

“I know your dad doesn't like me at all,” he let out a dry laugh; to lighten the mood or encourage himself, you didn't know. “Remember when we had dinner together for the first time? He couldn't even believe we went to the same college,"

“Everything’s just a constant reminder that no matter where I am, no matter where I go, I’m just meddling,"

“I meddled my way into the Sano family, I meddled into a friend group that probably hates me, and now I’m meddling into yours, into your life!"

“And it's so confusing because I feel so good when I’m with you, I feel like I'm home and like I’m safe and like everything's gonna be alright,” he turned to you, locking gazes despite his eyes being swallowed by tears he could no longer contain; he looked so small, so fragile in a way he always was but never showed. “And I know it’s selfish to want to keep you, but I just can't help but feel that you’re making a mistake by choosing me.”

Eyes heavy with sorrow, you’re sure he was holding back his breath waiting for a response; the tightness in his chest at the lack of oxygen less painful than another—though unlikely still possible—rejection. After the dramatic monologue exposing his feelings of inadequacy and insecurity he’s sure you’d call the whole thing over before it can even start. Don’t get him wrong, he’s shared his fair amount of emotional baggage and not once did you cast him aside because of it. In fact, every time he talked to you about whatever it was that plagued his mind he couldn’t help but feel your worry. It was like you had the utmost necessity to sew his wounds back together, kiss the ragged skin in the process. He trusted you like no other, and yet, though he can acknowledge the irrationality of his thought pattern, he can't help but indulge it, let the thoughts feed on his brain until his skull is rotten and empty. 

He could feel his heart crack once he felt the warmth of your skin slipping away, like a cruel premonition whispering your departure. The urge to apologise burned inside his chest and the words, bitter like bile, settled at the bottom of his throat.

“You’re not a mistake,” cupping his face in between your hands, you gingerly wipe the stray tears rolling down his cheeks. Your words were soft like silk as they tried to mend the cracks in his heart, sprinkle them with gold. The gentleness made his eyes well up with tears once again, sobs bubbling up in his throat and threatening to escape. “You’ll never be a mistake,” 

Too weak, too fragile, your warm palm against his bare skin, your touch silently whispering that he was safe, that everything was going to be okay; the shimmer in your eyes, the softness of your reassuring smile, it’s enough for him to break. He cries against your body, holding you tight between his arms as if you might disappear once he lets go. He coughs through ragged breaths, choking on his own sorrows and, in spite of the uncontrollable crying, he’s able to focus on your touch, raking your fingers through his hair and leaning your cheek against his head to give him some sort of grounding weight.

“You’re my one and only,” you whisper, holding his trembling body impossibly closer with as much desperation, as if you too, thought he might disappear. You place a tender kiss on the side of his head, softly rocking the both of you in your place until the heart-wrenching sobs turn into soft sniffles. “And I promise you,” nuzzling your cheek against his hair, you almost stumble over your own words, like pressing a freshly formed bruised, the rawness in your chest makes you internally flinch in hesitation. But it’s Izana who you’re talking to, and if anyone deserved to know the sheer importance of their existence, it was him. “Forever and always, for as long as you’ll have me, I’ll be yours the same way you’re mine.”

You stayed like that for a while, in each others’ arms, even after the sun had fully disappeared behind the horizon, the sky now a mix of pinks and purples and orangy hues. His breathing had evened out by now and had the both of you not been standing, you would’ve sworn he had fallen asleep. That was until he raised his head, with his eyes still tightly shut, and leaned his forehead against yours, “Thank you for loving me.”

You pecked his lips, softly rubbing your nose against his, making a wobbly smile break through his lips. “And thank you for loving me.”

The tender moment is broken by an incoming call, the sweet melody of an acoustic guitar as your ringtone makes him melt even more; it was him playing. He could hear both of your soft giggles in the background, and he remembers very well that one time you stayed up until the wee hours of the morning when you recorded him playing in secret and then had a playfight over your phone to delete the video. You didnt delete it, and it surprised him you still kept it as your ringtone after all this time.

“Dinner’s ready now, we should get going,” you sigh, looking from your phone screen up at him, before tilting your head to the side and using your fingers to trail the edge of one of his earlobes, making him shiver in the process. “Right, ‘saw you left your earrings on the bedside table, why?”

“I– your dad doesn't like them very much.”

“Don’t listen to him, my dad doesn't like anything,” you half-joke, a hint of truth staining your words. “Can I put them on for you?”

From the pocket of your shorts you pull out the pair of hanafuda earrings, and he nods, shivering as your fingers delicately close the clasps.

“There you go,” you smile, making his cheek warm up as you check him out; your adoration for him clear in your eyes. “Pretty as always.”

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pervert! manjiro is your best friend, you‘ve been friends for over 5 years now.

pervert! manjiro who thinks you‘re adorable, he loves the way you‘re so innocent, it makes him gets so turned on :( the way you‘ve never touched yourself because you‘re scared & don‘t how :((

pervert! manjiro who steals your panties every time he comes over, & you would be so clueless about it, everytime he sees you distracted he would sneakily slip away & go to your bedroom, he would search for your already used panties in your laundry & he would pick them up & shove them in his pocket.

pervert! manjiro who's a pervert & doesn‘t even try to slightly hide it, he‘d grope & play with your boobs all the time & you being so dumb & innocent you think that it's okay for him to do that! manjiro also reassures you about it & says that it's okay! :)

pervert! manjiro who would cuddle you & have his face between your breasts, basically drooling on them.

you felt his hard dick brush against you, causing you to let out a gasp, mikey‘s breathe hitched once he felt his dick brush against your clothed cunt, "y/n...c-can you help me...?" mikey asked in the softest tone you‘ve ever heard him talk in.

mikey tucked down his pants along with his boxers, his hard cock sprung out which made you let out a gasp, "look y/n... it hurts" & you would believe him, it does look like it's in a lot of pain after all. his red tip, & his veins that run alongside his dick. you suddenly brushed your hands on the tip making mikey let out a whimper.

pervert! manjiro who would have you jerk him off, your small hands wrapped around his length, your strokes were slow, scared that you might hurt him :((

at the end mikey would be cumming all over your hands, sticky & hot substances covering your hands. while Mikey was trying to calm down after his orgasm, your curiosity got the best of you & you decided to taste his semen, you quickly licked your finger that had a little of mikey‘s semen on them.

pervert! manjiro who caught you doing that & his cock got hard again, without mentioning that he saw you tasting his cum he just pulled you into an unexpected kiss, "y/n...it‘s not enough, your pussy needs to help too" he whispered in between the kiss.

mikey‘s fingers brushed against your cunt, "can i put it in?" & You nodded, you don't mind giving your first time to manjiro! he is the sweetest after all, he‘ll also probably take good care of you! :))

Baji Sousuke

Post:

Imagine Baji Keisuke having an older brother who lives with his father for a bit because he is too much for their mother to handle.

The older brother of Baji helps them to provide Mikey’s dream bike

Sousuke and Takeomi Bad Chemistry

Sousuke with Child!Draken + Child!Emma + Child!Keisuke+ Child!Mikey

Why Sousuke is so loyal to Shinichiro?

Sousuke Baji Appearances

Drabble:

Sousuke and Shinichiro become friends

Child!Mikey with Teenager!Sousuke

I rather take my own life than hurting you

Everything is different now (Sousuke Baji)

He is my son. If he dies, I will wreck your shit! (MANGA SPOILERS)

Heartbroken (1) (MANGA SPOILERS)

Keeping my word (2) (MANGA SPOILERS)

Masterlist

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist

Updated: 12/28/2021

“So the Red Falcons aren’t giving you any trouble, then?”

You shake your head with a polite smile. “No. They’re great.”

“No challenge at all?” the reporter persists.

“None.”

Their brow lifts. “Not even any awkwardness with Ojiro?”

“Why would there be any awkwardness?” you ask with a small tilt of your head.

They gesture vaguely with their pen. “Didn’t the two of you previously date?”

“Oh, that. We did.” You shrug indifferently. “It was a long time ago though, back in high school.”

“So no lingering affections or feelings?”

You weigh the question carefully. “Well…that’s an interesting question, isn’t it? Because I still remember what my sixteen year old self felt for sixteen year old Aran…but it also doesn’t mean the me I am now feels the same way about him. I still care about him, just in a different way.”

“What way is that?”

“Platonically,” you answer simply with an unbothered smile. “We were friends before we dated and we’ve been friends since.”

“And is it the same way for him?”

“Of course,” you laugh quietly, “though I can say we’ve gotten tired of being asked about it. We’ve gotten questions like this for our entire careers.“

The reporter chuckles a little salaciously. "Well, can you blame us? Previous highschool sweethearts who have not only remained friends in the same industry but work on the same team…” they trail off, leading you for an answer but you shrug again with a wave of your hand.

“Aran’s a great guy. If he was some lunatic like Miya Atsumu it would probably be unbearable but it’s easy to be Aran’s friend. To support him and cheer him on without any complications.”

The reporter nods, sifting their thoughts. “Speaking of Miya…”

“No, I don’t know who the MSBY manager is dating,” you reply sternly and the reporter smiles guiltily. You eye them skeptically. “Why’s it such a big deal? Why is any of this worth reporting on?”

The reporter shrugs this time. “Honestly? It’s interesting. All of this, all of you. These talented dedicated professionals and the people they choose to spend their lives with. The people who, just like you said, support and cheer them on.” They sigh, “I could give you a poetic answer but really it’s just interesting. And the JVA would rather control the story than have fans nosing around.”

You nod. “Makes sense.”

They scan their notes again. “Well, I don’t think I have any other questions for now.”

“Okay. If something else comes up just give me a call or–better yet, email it.” You smile. “We can always schedule a time to meet again if we need.”

They return your smile and part ways with a small wave, walking out into the dark nearly-empty parking lot at the end of the day. You replay the interview in your mind walking back to your office on autopilot.

You don’t notice him until you practically trip over him. 

“Aran,” you gasp, startled, and put a hand on your chest. “What are you doing here?”

He’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed as he stares at the floor lost in thought, and you see unexpected feelings in his expression.

When he doesn’t answer your question you start to worry. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” he answers in a low, tight voice.

You glance over your shoulder quickly assessing possible problems. It takes a long moment of tense silence before you ask “was it the interview? Did you hear it? Did I say something wrong?” You race through everything again in your mind, panic starting to fray your thoughts. “Aran, I’m so sorry. If I said something wrong or out of context please tell me so I can get in touch with the reporter and fix it–”

“You didn’t say anything wrong,” he cuts you off but still doesn’t look up. His features are set so stiff it’s hard to believe him.

“…Then what is it?” you quietly ask. The silence is killing you but you force yourself to be patient. A man in-tune with his emotions and the confidence to speak them freely, he usually doesn’t struggle this much.

“It’s…You said…” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “It’s not the same for me.”

“What?” you ask automatically and then it his you like a brick of ice:

“And is it the same way for him?”

“Of course”

“It’s…not?” you ask in a disbelieving whisper.

“No.” His voice his strangled and he can’t bring himself to say anymore.

The situation shifts and you look back across the years of your changing relationship with Aran, the relationship that you thought was functional and healthy and good and suddenly see it through his disgruntled perspective.

“Oh…” You can barely speak. Tears prick your vision and you struggle not to cry as reality crashes around you. “I’m…uh…” you force your voice to steady, “I didn’t” –you have to clear your throat– “I didn’t realize you felt that way. I’m sorry I put words in your mouth, then.”

You don’t want to stay here any longer. Previously-thought-long-standing-friendship or not, you can’t stay here any longer because the dam is about to break.

You shift to step around him but he grabs your wrist with a firm but gentle pressure and whirls your back to the wall planting a hand against it to block your way.

“Damn it,” he curses still not looking at you despite your inability to look at anything but him. He grits his teeth and mutters “I’m sorry.”

You frown, momentarily forgetting your own distress and discomfort, and hoarsely ask “for what?”

“I told myself I wasn’t going to do this…That I wasn’t going to say anything and make it awkward…” he huffs, “…but I made it awkward anyway.”

“Say anything about what?” Your voice twists, starting to get impatient and frustrated.

“My feelings.” He exhales slowly and then finally, painstakingly, looks at you but it’s not the enmity you expected. “I don’t feel the same way as you. I haven’t…not for along time…Maybe I never stopped feeling this way about you…” His gaze bores into yours as he admits “I’ve loved you since before we dated and I never stopped loving you. I love you.

“I thought I was doing right by you, by both of us, when I said we should end things and I thought maybe the universe was trying to tell me I messed up when we ended up on the Falcons together but then you were always so kind, so respectful, so you that I didn’t want to mess things up, worried you might not feel the same way about me anymore and I hoped the feelings would just go away but they didn’t and they’ve just been building and festering and I wasn’t going to say anything at all, not wanting to jeopardize your chances at becoming manager for the national team.” He gasps, desperate for air, as his own eyes tear. “I’m sorry. I thought I could keep all this in…but at least I held it back until after the interview so as far as you knew you weren’t lying.”

His shoulders heave as he tries to catch his breath, the only sound in the still hallway. He’s so close. So warm. Still, after all these years, so good.

In the post-confession clarity he realizes how close he is and jerkily pulls his arm back to unblock your path.

“You…love me?” you ask, not moving though the way is clear.

He nods looking away again but you gently touch his jaw tracing your thumb across the soft hair on his chin. He hesitantly meets your eye, searching.

“That’s good,” you quietly, sheepishly, admit.

His eyes widen slightly in hope.

“Because I still love you.”

Shock blooms across his face for a moment before he swoops in.

With a hand around your waist and another up through your hair he scoops you up for a kiss pulling you in with all the pent up feelings he hasn’t been able to let out for such a long time.

You spend a feverish minute kissing until someone clears their throat; you both freeze

and slowly turn to the end of the hall.

The reporter stares at the floor looking properly abashed and gestures over their shoulder. “My um…My car died…And the security guard wasn’t at his uh…at his desk…”

You and Aran exchange a glance and a guilty smile.

idk what to say with kaku being hot and the fact that Izana heard it aggshwhsnnnnn!!!!

Kakucho x Fem!Reader

Summary: Christmas dinner with the Sano Family Household!

Word Count: 1976 Warnings: Manga spoilers (final arc), established relationship, cursing, and smut (kissing, grinding, spanking, Kakucho calling reader pet names, a bit of Dom!Kakucho, bondage, oral, edging, creaming, creampie, and a little aftercare). 

Tag: @mekiza for Secret Santa Collab and my person I am writing for is @nanamis-wifey-reye! I hope you like this :)

Special Thanks: EB for proofreading!

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The sound of the oven beeping, alerts you to grab oven mitts and open the oven’s door.  Once open, the aroma of your dish makes your mouth water. Mmmm, it’s perfect, smiling to yourself while pulling your dish out to carefully placing it on the counter. Izana and your beloved boyfriend, Kakucho, are hosting a small early Christmas dinner in their shared home. Christmas music is playing in the background, the Sano family is setting up the dining table, and the laughter of Emma’s and Draken’s newborn baby girl brings joy to everyone's ears. Removing the over mitts from your hands, someone slides their strong arms around your waist, leaning against you.

“Smells good,” Kakucho snuggles his head into the crook of your neck, “but not as good as you.” His hair tickles your neck, making you giggle softly. “Anything I can do to help, baby?”

“No, just waiting for this to cool down a bit before I take it to the table-” Kakucho releases you to grab the hot dish with his bare hands, “Ah wait! Kaku it’s too hot-!” You worry that his hands might get burned.

“I got it.” He smiles softly, giving you a quick peck on the forehead before bringing it to the dining table. Everyone stares at your dish, complimenting how it looks and delicious smells. Kakucho proudly gushes how amazing of a cook you are, bringing a bright and shy smile on your face.

Kakucho and you have been together for about two years. You two first met at Izana’s non profit organization ‘Tenjiku’, where you were one of the volunteers. You make bento boxes for the underprivileged orphans and play with them along with the others.

“It’s time to eat!” Izana gathers everyone to come sit at the dining table. You sit between Kakucho and Emma. Everyone passes the plates around to load the appetizing food and offers choices of holiday drinks. The conversations at the table vary between Mikey’s recent race competition, Shin’s bike shop, Izana’s organization, and Emma’s and Draken’s newborn. You hold their newborn, who is the exact copy of Emma. Blonde hair and big blue eyes. Blowing raspberries on her cute little tummy, she laughs while kicking her little feet. In the corner of your eye, you notice Kakucho staring at the both of you in a loving gaze. 

“What is it?” Tilting your head to the side, Kakucho breaks into a tender smile.

“Nothing, just think how cute you are.” Your cheeks have a little heat from his sudden compliment. Not knowing what to say you go back to playing with the baby. After the big feast, everyone is hit with food-coma. Feeling a bit tired yourself, you decide to take a nap in Kakucho’s bedroom. Heading to his bed, you slide into his warm comfy sheets. You lay face down, smelling his pillows which smells just like him and wrap yourself deeper into his comforting scent. “[Y/n]?” Hearing a light knock on his door, “Are you in here?”

“I’m in here.” Kakucho opens the door to find you all bundled up and chuckles.

“What are you doing, baby?” Leaning against the door frame with a sexy grin. 

“Just… missing your scent.” He raises one of his eyebrows, then comes into his bedroom, closes his door and makes sure it is locked. 

“If you miss my scent,” Sliding into the bed next to you and pulling your body onto his muscular body, “all you have to do is straddle me.” Laying on top of him, he rubs his large hands on your wonderland body, lighting your skin in a blaze. His hand moves your hair out of your face, tucking behind your ear. The way he looks at you, it’s as though you are the only woman for him. His fingers gently pull your face towards his, kissing your soft lips. 

The kiss starts off slow but deep, his other hand slides towards your ass and gives them a squeeze. Gasping, he slips his tongue into your mouth to play with yours. You moan into the steamy kiss and grind your hips to feel his clothed cock. He lets out a sexy low groan and spanks your ass, urging you to keep doing that. Moving your hips more, your panties get more wet. The friction of rubbing your clothed clit against his is infuriating. You need more.

“Mmm Kaku… need you.” You whimper close to his lips, pleading with your sensual gaze. Fortunately, you are wearing a dress, making it easier for him to slide his hand under to pull your wet panties off. Impatiently, you remove his trousers and boxers and toss them to the side. About to touch his large hardened cock, he stops you. “Kaku?” Not understanding why.

“You worked so hard today.” He sits up, the way his cock sliding across your wet slit makes you squeak. “Let me take care of you.” Flipping you onto your back, he reaches over to his side table to grab something from his drawer. It is a  gold rimmed, translucent ribbon, normally used for wrapping presents.

“What are you doing?” You ask him curiously, he smirks.

“I want to try something new. Do you trust me?” Nodding your head without hesitation, he grabs your chin and stoically stares into your eyes. “I’m going to need to hear you say it, baby girl.” Whoa, you did not know he had this side of him. Kakucho is normally a loving and tender lover. Excitement courses through your body, your clit throbs like crazy.

“Yes, I trust you.” He grabs your hands and ties the ribbon together in a nice, not too tight bow. Kakucho places a tender kiss on your wrists, then holds them against your tits. Sliding his muscular body down, his breath on your wet slit brings you shivers. 

“You have been so good this year.” Kakucho teasingly kisses your inner thighs, intentionally making your legs twitch with anticipation. “Just relax and be a good girl.” Sending you a dark smoldering look before diving into your drench cunt. You gasp loudly, his tongue aggressively and enthusiastically licks your entire pussy like it is his dessert. The wet lewd sounds his appreciation grunts, your stifled moans are all you can hear throughout his bedroom. His warm tongue slurping your jewel and slipping two fingers into your entrance. 

“Ah, Kaku~” Fucking his fingers into your tight hole, hitting your sweet spot. Over. And over. And over again. “I-I’m about to cum-!”

“Not yet.” His eyes meet your shocking gaze, he never edged you before. Whining, you are doing your best to hold back your orgasm. However, he makes it difficult for you especially with how hard he is sucking on your clit. 

“Kaku, please! I-I can’t take it!” You plead with tears forming in your eyes, but Kakucho still rejects you. Throwing your head back in, you try to squirm away from him in rebellion but his grip on you is strong. Kakucho looks back up at you, letting out a small chuckle. Where do you think you’re going? Feeling a little bad for making you hold out, he breaksway his lips from your swollen clit. 

“Does my poor baby want to cum?” Nodding your head while whimpering, he blows air into your pussy and your legs twitch. “Use your words.”

“Yes, yes! Please, please, please. Need’ta cum. Wanna cum so bad.” You quietly beg him, tears roll down your heated cheeks. He had never witnessed this look on your face before, it made his cock throb hard. You look so pretty with your cheeks flush and the way you desperately whine for him. He loves it. Using his free hand, he cups your cheek and smirks.

“Hold on for just a little longer.” Not giving you a chance to plead, he easily split your pussy with his hardened cock. You yelp how rough he is with you, but you are all for it. He slams his cock aggressively, making his bed squeak and headboard hit against the wall. His harsh pace is making it even more difficult for you not to scream in pleasure. Especially the way Kakucho hits your g spot, your eyes rolling back. To add more intensity, he slides his hand down to your neck and grabs it to rut his cock into your cunt mercilessly. 

“F-fuckkkkkk.” You can’t take it anymore, accidentally cumming and creaming around his girth without permission. Does Kakucho care? No. Absolutely not. This turns him feral to see white substances around his cock. He continues his pace relentlessly to keep you high in pleasure. Once he feels you are back down, he flips your shaky body and lifts your hips up.

“Shit, baby.” Spreading your pussy with his hands, he sees how creamy and messy you are. “Look so good.” Pushing his cock back into your tight messy hole, he watches your ass bounce. He smacks your ass but not as hard as he likes because the house is quiet and he did not want anyone to interrupt. You moan erratically and gripping into his sheets, he is turning your brain into mush. Kakucho grabs your hair, twirls it, and pulls it hard while fucking you like a jackhammer. 

“Oh, god-!” Kakucho covers your mouth with his other large hand to prevent you from alerting everyone in the house. 

“You gotta stay quiet baby.” He breathlessly instructs you, feeling your drool dripping into his palm. Not bothersome for him, Kakucho keeps going at a steady pace. His cock starts to pulsate, ready to paint your walls. Sweat drips on his forehead, he softly pants, and his rhythm grows sloppy. “Argh, baby.” He moans, thick ropes of cum fills you up. Pulling his cock out, thick loads of cum dribble out of your pussy. “Baby, are you alright?” Leaning forward, swiping loose hair strands on your glowing face. 

“Yeah,” You smile while dropping your hips down, trying to calm your racing heart, “are you?” Kakucho helps untie the ribbon and check your wrist to make sure there are no marks on them.

“I’m alright, I hope I wasn’t too rough with you.”

“No no, that was new and amazing.” Looking back at him curiously, “What made you try this?” You couldn’t tell if his cheeks are red from the rough sex you two had or because he is embarrassed since he is rubbing the back of his neck. 

“It was something I was curious about.” You can tell he wasn’t telling you the whole truth, but not wanting to push further you let it go. “Stay here, I’ll go grab a towel to clean you up.” You nod, letting your tired eyelids drop. Kakucho grabs his boxer and steps outside of his bedroom to find a hand towel in the hallway closet. 

“So did you try it?” Izana’s voice startles Kakucho. He stands behind the closet door when Kakucho closes it.

“I, uh…” Izana’s teasing smirk widens, knowing he helped spice up their sex life. Not that Kakucho nor you were complaining about it. It was Izana that was concerned.

“You know my room is across from yours right? I heard you both. Seems like [Y/n] is really into it since I can hear her this time.” 

“Izana, please.” Kakucho’s cheeks are as red as a tomato.

“Alright, alright I’ll drop it.” Raising both of his hands up playfully. “Though, I wasn’t expecting you to do this now, when everyone is in the house. Didn’t know you are that kinky, Kakucho.” Teasing him one last time before Kakucho runs back to the room to get away from this embarrassing conversation and Izana chuckles. “Consider this as a pre Christmas gift, [Y/n].” He heads back to his bedroom to start wrapping lots of presents to bring to the orphans at Tenjiku on Christmas Day. 

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Incest with the Tokyo revengers siblings (part 1) ♡

Note: I didn’t want this post to be too long so there’s gonna be another part with the rest of the siblings <3

➸ warnings: breeding, kinda dark content? All characters are 18+

Sano family:

You’re their precious elder sister and that usually means you have to be a mother figure sometimes. You were the mom they needed since your real one abandoned you all.

And that’s how they saw you. More as a mother than their sister. But it’s not like it mattered. 

It didn’t change Shin from sneaking into the shower with you and slipping his wet cock inside with ease as you moan helplessly and press up against the glass.

It didn’t change Mikey from crawling into your bed, claiming he only wanted to cuddle and that he had a nightmare, when really all he was waiting for was the opportunity to fuck you once you fell asleep.

It didn’t change Izana from wrapping his hand around your throat and taking you in broad daylight in the kitchen as you prepared dinner.

And it didn’t change Emma from begging you to help teach her how to kiss, saying it was practice for Draken when in truth she just wanted to be intimate with you.

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