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tokyo revengers ⇢ YOU’RE TOO DRUNK TO RECOGNIZE YOUR BOYFRIEND

ft. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, keisuke baji, takashi mitsuya, rindou haitani, ran haitani & shuji hanma

warnings: alcohol and a very hammered reader. the boys are more responsible than you <3

this is one of the rare occurrences wherein MIKEY actually shares his food. when you’ve finally given up on fighting him for the last bottle of alcohol, you start whining about your sudden hunger so he slides his plate of nachos over to you. he watches you eye it for a second before you drag your gaze up to him. “i have a boyfriend you know?” you tell him, your attempt to be menacing coming out pathetically as the attitude dripping from your tone is dampened by your slurred speech. mikey doesn’t need the club to be well lit. the strobe lights already illuminate your face enough for him to get a clear view of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. “i know,” he confirms with a tinge of exasperation, “because it’s me. mikey. your boyfriend.” he emphasizes his last words, his last effort to knock some sense into you but you only let out a cackle which catches him off guard. “nice try but mikey never shares his food.”

“that’s enough.” DRAKEN snatches the last of your many drinks for the night before you can gulp it down. being the perceptive boyfriend he is, he can already hear the complaint that’s about to slip from your tongue so he’s quick to pull you by the wrist, up from your seat and out the door. “where are you taking me?” you ask as clearly as your drunken state can let you—not so much but enough for your boyfriend to understand. “home.” at his curt reply, you yank your hand from his grip with a strength that startles even toman’s former vice president. “what the hell are you doing?” draken hisses lest you make a scene in public. “i’m calling my boyfriend,” you warn him, “bet he can kick your ass.” “yeah? i’d like to see him try.” he dismisses your empty threat, reaching for you once more to guide you to the exit but upon hearing a few whispers from prying strangers who are clearly getting the wrong idea, he stops in his tracks and turns to no one in particular, no longer caring about whatever commotion he may cause as his voice booms over the loud music: “i’m the boyfriend!”

“let me go!” you relentlessly thrash around, yelling out threats of calling your boyfriend, while BAJI—the boyfriend in question—pulls you into an empty alleyway to avoid any possible public humiliation for the both of you. “fuck,” he huffs out a breath, “when did you get this strong?” some time in the night, he’s tuned you out telling him off, on a sole mission to stop you from drinking more than you already have. and he’s relieved he managed to get you out of the bar—that is until he hears a weird noise coming from you. “wh-” baji doesn’t get the chance to utter a single word as you begin to throw up. in a panic, he hastily puts your hair up with his spare tie before rubbing soothing circles on your back. your hair looks real messy, he notes, but that’s the least of his worries. “you feeling better?” he checks on you after a while, only to be met by more retching, making him grumble to himself, “and i get an earful when i drink too much.”

MITSUYA is helping you get on your feet—sweet boyfriend he is—but as soon as you find your footing, you give him a hefty shove. “i have a boyfriend, jackass!” you seethe, too drunk to recognize him, and all he can do is sigh as he regains his balance. “yes. me.” something clicks in your brain at his response and you squint your eyes to get a better look at him. “takashi?” “hi, love.” and just like that, you perk up, your mouth stretching into a wide grin. “taka,” you squeal, excitement coursing through your veins when you recognize your boyfriend, “hiiiii~” he laughs at the shift in your tone and takes the opportunity to slide an arm around your waist once more. “let’s get you home okay?” “mhm.” you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you with ease. mitsuya assumes you’re fast asleep until a few minutes later, you mumble something against his skin, “someone tried to flirt with me but i said no.” a chuckle bubbles past his lips as he adjusts his hold on you. “really?” “mhm,” you nod into his neck as you snuggle closer, “i only love you.” “i love you more.” “love you most,” you reply before soft snores fall from your lips and your breathing evens out.

you’re rambling about RINDOU to rindou himself, going on and on about the reasons that made you fall in love with him. and while you’re occasionally interrupted by your hiccups, he patiently listens to your every word then he hears a “but.” the ways you describe him next are less flattering, less romantic—how he tries so hard to act indifferent to your cooing as if the tips of his ears don’t instantly turn red. or how he has a permanent scowl etched on his face. and other things you already tell him even when you’re sober. “he’s really lucky he doesn’t have any wrinkles yet,” you add with a giggle. “you’re really annoying when you’re drunk, you know that?” rindou deadpans. despite the lack of lighting in the club, he doesn’t miss the shock washing over you, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “what?” your voice comes out shaky and your bottom lip starts to wobble, making rindou release another groan. “for fuck’s sake.”

in spite of your insistence to stay at the club, RAN easily managed to drag you to his car. this isn’t his first rodeo. as an older brother, he has had to deal with rindou when he was blackout drunk. “where are we going?” you mumble as you begin to stir in the passenger seat. “home.” “i wanna see ran.” your boyfriend throws you a quick glance—your eyes remain closed and the rest of your words are incomprehensible—before he focuses back on the road. amused by your drunken state, he plays along. “alright, we’re going to ran.” the stretch of silence that follows is cut short when you speak again, “i’m thirsty.” so ran makes a quick stop at a convenience store, coming back shortly with a bottle in hand. he unscrews the cap before he gives you the drink, “careful.” you take a big gulp, instantly grimacing at the taste and it elicits a snort from your boyfriend. “what is this?” “water.”

“want more,” you slur. across from you, HANMA watches as you clumsily reach for the empty shot glasses on the table, flipping them upside down as if more alcohol will magically appear. he’s not going to lie—he finds it funny. entertaining, even. and if the circumstances were any different, he would’ve even encouraged this behavior. but he’s your boyfriend now and if there’s one thing he truly cares about, it’s you. drunk out of your wits, you don’t notice when hanma slides out of the booth until he’s soon presenting two more glasses to you. even though the contents are the same, he asks you to choose, “which one?” “hmm… that.” before you can get your hands on your drink, hanma intercepts and downs it in one go. you’re about to protest when he throws you over his shoulder and chugs the other drink out of your sight before heading for the exit. “let’s go.”

Me when I've already spend more than 30 minutes looking for a specific fanfic

Having a Vampire Boyfriend would be so fucking funny

Like imagine cooking and accidentally cutting your finger while chopping carrots or sum shit.

"Fuck!" You exclaim, flinching away as the knife clatters to the countertop. Blood drips down your fingers as you hold your wound close to your body.

Your vampire boo is immediately on you. He gently grabs your hand, wanting to see the damage.

It's not too deep.

He grabs a napkin and cleans the blood. "You have to be more careful, love," he mutters softly.

You flush slightly, a bit embarrassed at his coddling. "I'm fine, really."

He finishes patting your wound clean and presses his lips to your hand. His cold skin feels refreshing against the heated injury, making you let out a soft sigh. He pulls away as he holds the bloodied napkin a little too protectively.

"So..." he begins, nervously fiddling with the napkin. "Can I?" He bats his eyelashes as his voice borders on begging.

You roll your eyes and let out a sigh. At least he asked this time.

You turn to look at him. "Sure, but don't be weird abou—"

Him immediately:

"I'm not upset."

The worn linoleum floor squeaked under sneakers as the students navigated the labyrinth of lockers lining the hallway. The faint smell of floor cleaner mingled with the familiar aroma of adolescent sweat and cafeteria food. Fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, casting a harsh glare on the polished surfaces and the occasional scuff mark that told tales of hurried footsteps.

Students bustled around, their voices merging into a cacophony of laughter, gossip, and the occasional shout. The walls were plastered with colorful posters announcing upcoming dances, club meetings, and sports events, each one a vibrant testament to the lively spirit of the school.

Isagi squeezed past the hurried students so he could get to the cafeteria. Lunch had started not too long ago but he was held up by the teacher for his far from great Science grade. No matter what the teacher tried, the boy seemed set on making a subpar grade. He honestly couldn't be bothered to get anything better in the subject because he already came to terms with the fact that he was pretty terrible at it. At least he knew he wasn't destined to find the cure for cancer.

He soon made it to the cafeteria and grabbed his lunch tray. His mother always offered to make him lunch but his always politely declined and settled for cafeteria food. Well that and whatever you'd bring him. That's right. Where were you? He started scanning the room as best as he could as he grabbed a bottled water and left the servers.

He walked around for a bit before coming to terms with the fact that you weren't in the cafeteria. Great. Now he'd have to go searching for you. He took the bottled water and the wrapped sandwich and ditched the lunchtray on a random empty table before leaving the Cafe. Maybe you were in the regular spot.

He exited the building and walked around till he was at the back of the school's main building. There were a couple students there, nothing compared to how many were inside. He looked around for a bit before he spotted you chatting with one of your other friends, causing him to smile a bit before approaching.

"(n/n)! Couldn't you tell me you'd be back here?" he greeted with a smile. You turned and waved at him. "I did tell you that, you just didn't listen to me." you replied before turning back to your friend to continue chatting. He sat on the grass near you and leaned his back against yours before he finally began eating.

It was nice. The soft grass against his fingers and the light breeze brushing through his hair. It was comforting. What wasn't, however, was the fact that you just didn't seem to want to stop talking to your friend or even include Isagi in the conversation. That was definitely making him tick a bit but he tried to ignore it.

Isagi had fully come to realization over the past month that he had feelings for you. Which feelings specifically were difficult to pinpoint exactly. And these feelings of his just couldn't accept the idea of you ignoring him. To be frank, he hated it when anyone ignored him and that feeling only intensified when it came to you.

The bell rang to end lunch and you were still yapping your face off to your other friend. Talk about annoying. Isagi got up from his seated position and dusted off his uniform. You turned to him and stuck out your hand for him to help you up which caused him to roll his eyes. "Oh, now you wanna acknowledge me." he huffed before pulling you up. You cleaned off your skirt before making eye contact with him. "What are you talking about, Ichi?" You asked with a quirked brow. "Nothing. Let's just head to class." he spoke as he grabbed your backpack and started walking.

You both shared the last classes together so you were able to notice his pouty little expression. Honestly, you thought it was cute but decided to leave it be for the rest of the school day.

Hours passed by and school was over. The students filtered out of the building in record time. Both Isagi and (y/n) left the compound together except somebody was pressed. "Ichi, what's wrong?" you asked as you both walked. "Nothings wrong." he spoke as he looked up at the sky. He was never a good liar. "You're a terrible liar you know. You're clearly upset." you battered as you fanned him off. "I'm not upset." he spoke lowly as he frowned a bit. "Right, and that's why you're pouting." you retorted earning a scoff from the grumpy boy.

The sun was scorching down on you both and you guys were sweating. "Let's take a break." he suggested as he sat on a bench just under a mostly shady tree. You down next to him and pulled out your hand fan from your bag before switching it on. "So, you wanna tell me why your not upset?" you asked sarcastically. "I am not!" he huffed again making you laugh. "Sure you big baby." you teased.

A few moments of silence passed before he leaned his head down to rest on your shoulder. "You were ignoring me earlier." he mumbled, knowing that sooner or later he'd tell you. "When?" you asked as you angled the small fan at him a little. "During lunch, when you were talking with your other friend." he frowned a bit again as he spoke the latter part of his sentence.

"Jealous?" You teased earning an elbow to your side and causing laughter to erupt. He loved that sound your carefree laughter. He didn't care how weird or irregular your laugh was, he loved hearing it because you left you. "Okay, okay. Maybe that was a bit harsh." you spoke with a smile. "I'm sorry for ignoring you. I know how much of an attention whore you are." you giggled a bit before he pinched your arm. "I should unfriend you for the way you treat me you know?" he replied with a amused smirk forming. "Oh please, Ichi. Who's gonna talk to you then?" you spoke with a smug expression.

“Why do you like him so much?”

The ball echoed off the gym floors. It was a little after school had ended and the gym was already active. Some of its patrons had started working long before the school day officially ended and were already in a groove. Today the male volleyball team had the gym so it was free balls left and right. Ball after ball, the smack reverberating through the gym. Sneakers squeaking as they moved across the court.

“One more!” the spikey headed blocker called as he waited for yet another spiker to attack him. Apart from anything else in the match, he loved the thrill of shutting out the opponent with his blocks. Just the sheer look on their faces was enough to make him grin. Smack. Another ball’s path was obstructed by Kuroo’s aggressively stable block.

“Keep going!” coach Nekomata encouraged. “Force it through.”

Water droplets trickled down his chin as he sprayed the water down his throat. Kenma couldn’t possibly fathom why it was still so hot. It was after school. The gym was on the opposite side of the setting sun, so why in the hell was it still burning like hell it there? He sighed as he glanced over at his friend who was playfully arguing with their resident libero. He rolled his eyes at the very sight. Typical

Then his eyes trailed over to the bench near the coach. He spotted you. A smile threatened to creep unto his face before he thought back to how hot it was. No one randomly smiles when it’s hot like ass. He simply shook his head before deciding to approach you. The real task was actually getting his legs to follow the command his brain as trying to send to them yet they just couldn’t seem to move.

That was fine, I guess. At least he could look at you a bit. Your facial features, the way your lips moved as you chatted with the coach, the way you moved your hands about to express yourself, the way your eyes were glued to his friend. Wait, what? What are you even looking at? Why are you even looking at him? What’s the big deal? His expression shifted to an emotionless one the longer he stared.

He didn't like...this. The way you were eyeing his friend like he was some type of trophy to be won. He hated it honestly. Couldn’t you see that Kuroo was just a side quest In this further progressing storyline? Who even stops at side quests anyway? Isn’t the point of the game to- “Kenma! Break is up. Let’s get back to work!” Kuroo spoke up. Although, in Kenma’s head it sounded much more like the Annoying Orange was trying to speak to him. Regardless, he walked onto the court and continued their practice.

When practice was finally over he wanted to die. Who the heck pissed the coach off to make him decide on physical training instead or ball training for the second half of practice? He felt like a bowl of jelly. His abs were considering ab-andoning (sorry) him. But then, just as he was, probably, about to pass on, you waved him over.

“Hey Kenma!” You greeted warmly, somehow this heat not bothering him nearly as much as the Sun was earlier on for practice. “Hi (y/n).” he mumbled. “Seemed like you had fun with practice today.” You teased with a smirk. “The only one having fun was the coach since he got to sit and yell at us like we’re his grandkids.” He rolled his eyes as they both started walking.

After about a twenty minute walk from the school, you were finally in your neighborhood. The conversation was pretty cool and calm for most of the walk home, that was until you started yapping about Kuroo. “-and his precision is amazing.” You continued. “It’s okay, I guess.” Kenma sassed lowly.

“Don’t get me started on his stamina, it’s literally so freaking-”

“Why do you like him so much?” he cut in.

He definitely didn’t mean to do that and the embarrassment was burning. Why did he just blabber his big mouth?

“What are you talking about?” you asked as you approached your house. “It’s just that you talk about every little thing he does like he’s some kind of deity. You clearly like him.” He spoke, now finding the sidewalk extra entertaining. You, on the other hand, stared at Kenma like he had two heads. "What?" he asked, feeling kind of scrutinized. “You think I like him?” you asked in disbelief. “It’s pretty obvious, (y/n)” he scoffed causing you to laugh. “Now what?” he mumbled as he made eye contact.

You stopped just in front of your house and turned to face him fully. “I admire Kuroo as a player. I have zero romantic feelings towards him.” You explained causing Kenma to blush a bit due to more embarrassment. That was before you leaned in and quickly pecked his cheek before turning and running up to your front door. “See ya tomorrow!” You waved with a grin before entering the house.

His hand grazed his cheek where the inkling of a kiss was. “See ya.” He whispered with a light smile on his face.

A Simple Bite

Title: A Simple Bite Rating: Teen Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Pairing: Baji Keisuke x Undescribed!Female!Reader Warnings: Biting. Confessions. Kissing. Not sure what else... Reader has their nails done which isn't a warning but it is relevant. Word count: ~1095 Summary: You're just trying to tutor him as usual. Jealousy derails it completely.

Notes: This was born from the urge to bite someone and Baji is the best choice of them all because he'll definitely bite back. I had fun writing it, even if it didn't go the way I initially planned lol. It's definitely cuter than I usually write. Another shoutout to @awkwardchick87 for the help in this!

It starts with a bite.

Baji had been distracted this time, displaying none of his usual concentration on the work and instead, he focused on your hands. Specifically, your nails. You just got them recently done, a spa day with your friends that led to all of you being pampered. They were a simple shade of black but he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away. No matter how often you tried to reroute his attention back on the assignment, his fingers traced yours, looping together and dragging your nails across his palm. It was enough to fluster you. He shouldn't be touching you like this, not so casually.

"Knock it off," you demand.

But he doesn't, holding your hands tighter and teasingly asking you "What if I don't?"

You were simply using what you had available to you. He held your hands, restricting them as he carefully traced over the dips and curves of them to the point of each nail. So you used your teeth.

You bite Baji on the arm, scowling at him in demand to release you.

Something in his eyes flashes and before you're even aware that you're moving, you're pinned down, back against the floor and Baji above you. "Ba-"

His lips meet yours, kissing you in what feels like desperation. You yelp in surprise at the sensation and he pulls back instantly, eye meeting yours as he's searching for something you're not sure is there.

“Wha-what are you doing?” 

“You drive me so fucking crazy,” he says, throwing his glasses to the side so you can actually see his eyes. Your breath hitches. His stare is intense, bronze looking at you as if he’s going to bite you back. You rarely see him without his glasses, without his hair tied back. Strands fall now, brushing your cheeks and curtaining you both from the rest of the world. 

“What?”

“The way you snap at me to focus, the fucking praise when I get something right…you’re so beautiful and now…your nails. Who the fuck did you get them done for?”

You stare at him in surprise. “My…my nails?”

His eyes narrow slightly. “Girls only get their nails done when they’re going out, so where you going? You paint them in my colour and you going around to meet someone else?”

You stare at him, trying desperately not to laugh. You don’t know where he got this idea from, probably one of his friends. “I got them done with my friends. And they’re not in your colour! I chose black because it’s simple and I like it!” 

“Like me.”

“What?” you ask, trying to follow his thought process. Sometimes he thought of things in ways you would have never connected. 

He weaves his fingers between yours before pressing your hand down against the floor next to your head. “Black like my hair, like my Toman uniform…simple like me.”

“You’re not simple, Baji.”

“Keisuke.”

“What?”

“My name’s Keisuke. Think my girlfriend should call me it, don’t you?”

“Girlfriend!?” You look up at him in shock. “I didn’t agree to be your girlfriend!” 

“Sure ya did,” he says, grinning at you. “You bit me. That’s a declaration of love in my books.” 

Your face heats in embarrassment. “I didn’t mean it like that! I was trying to get you to let go!”

“You…” He frowns slightly. “Do you want me to stop? I will. Ain't gonna force you or nothing. I just…I really fucking like you.”

“What?” You blink up at him. “You do?”

He huffs a small laugh, looking down at you in amusement. “Course I do. Why else would I sit through this shit?”

“Because your mother threatened you?” you say dryly. 

His laugh is louder this time, fangs flashing as his head leans back. “Nah, she’s the reason I asked for help but you’re why I stayed. Why I keep coming back.”

“Ba–Keisuke,” you correct yourself when he looks down at you. “This is…it’s sudden, don’t you think?”

“Nah, been waiting too long for this. Unless you don’t want me.” He leans closer, pressing his chest against yours. “What’s it gonna be? You gonna let me kiss you?” 

“You already did,” you point out. 

“Yeah, but I want one from you. If I kiss you again, will you kiss me back?”

You stare up at him. His gaze is soft but there’s hesitation there, as if he’s worried he’s gone too far. “Are…are you sure?” you can’t help but ask. You’ve never been confessed to before, especially not like this. 

He grins, but it’s softer than last time. “Yeah. Did you not hear me? You drive me crazy.”

“Kei-” 

He kisses you again. He bites at your lip, tugging it between his teeth in an effort to get you to open up more to him. You move slowly, parting your mouth to deepen the kiss. Keisuke groans into it, pressing closer and trying to shift closer between your legs. 

You gasp, overwhelmed by the feeling, by the taste of the soda that lingers in his mouth. Baji surrounds you like this until the only thing you can focus on is him and the feelings he’s creating in you. 

He pulls back, both of you panting as you try to catch your breath. “Be mine.” 

You swallow tightly. “What…what about Chifuyu? Kazutora?”

Baji snorts. “What about them? They’re just gonna be jealous I got you first.”

“What!?” You look at him in surprise. 

He grins, a little sharper. “You didn’t bite them though, did you?” 

“That was an accident!”

“Nah, you like me too,” he says, completely full of confidence. 

You put your hands on his chest, pushing him back. He moves with ease, following your direction. He moves to sit back on his heels as he watches you. “Keisuke, I…” you swallow tightly, suddenly nervous. “I don’t know how to be someone’s…”

He shrugs. “Shit, me either. We’ll figure it out. Just accept me.” 

“Okay,” you nod, trying not to smile. 

He grins sharply. “Good. It’s my turn to bite you back,” he lunges forward, teeth moving to your neck. You fall back laughing as he playfully nips at you.

“Baji!”

“Not my name!” he says again, pinning you down in place. 

“Keisuke!”

“There you go,” he leans forward, kissing you again. It’s slow and sweet and he pulls back just enough to look at you. 

You stare back, breath catching at the look in his eyes. “Kei-?”

“Perfect.” He grins at you before lunging forward again. You laugh wildly, hearing him join in before he claims your lips again. 

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Pov: he gonna be a yandere if he fall for you but it's ok because he's the prettiest :)

TR: ꨄYANDERE ONE NIGHT STAND HEADCANONSꨄ

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Characters are 18+

❦Idc how bad you want it, do NOT wake up to these mfs❦

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Mikey: You didn’t expect to see a man lying next to you in your bed, let alone him being a friend of yours from childhood. You almost didn’t recognize him considering the black hair that’s falling down his back and shoulders. His body curved to the side as you stared in shock at the back of his head. You peeked over and almost cursed when you realized who he was.

You don’t remember the night before but picking the covers up and eyeing both of your naked bodies, you could only hope you had used protection. When you eased off of the bed, you snatched your clothes off the floor. Your eyebrows furrowed at the hoodie and sweats that indicate you hadn’t gone to a bar or club. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t figure out how running into each other would have resulted in the two of you in the same bed.

Once your clothes were on, you rushed to the door to avoid an awkward greeting. You wanted to see if your parents had made it home and noticed anything. Yes, you’re an adult but you still live under your parents roof and they never liked Mikey. They always thought of him as a bad influence which sucked for you because you actually had a little crush on him. They forbade him from the house and at some point made it a rule for you to not be friends anymore.

Having been young, you had to listen. They’re pretty strict so the tracking device prevented you from sneaking around. Honestly, you didn’t have many friendships because of your parents so you would only go to school, home, and occasionally the park. You only recently were allowed to have nights out as long as you paid attention in your college classes. You were scared that your parents would kick you out if they saw the display so you hurried out the door.

The putrid smell of the house slapped your face, a palm going over your nose as your eyes watered. You continue to walk through the hall to the living room, gasping when you see the corpses of your parents. You gagged up vomit, belching and coughing as tears spilled from your eyes. Your body trembles as you drop to your knees, eyeing their unrecognizable faces considering it looks as though their faces were beaten repeatedly, a large gash in the middle of their faces with blood puddling around them.

Having thrown on his black pants, he followed the wails that woke him up. His shoulder leaning against the wall and arms crossed over his bare chest, Mikey’s dark eyes gaze at you from the hall. He hadn’t meant for you to see such a gruesome scene. The pill he put in your drink two nights ago should’ve kept you asleep at least for a few days. He planned to take you home today considering he got carried away the nights before, libido high from the adrenaline rush he had from ridding both of you of the blockage that kept you two apart. He pushed himself off the wall and walked towards you.

Jolting, you looked up at him from your kneeled position with wide eyes. He sets his hand on your head and crouches down.

“You’re gonna be good so I don’t have to knock you out, kay?” Hesitantly, you nod your head. He smiles softly before standing up and holding out a hand for you to take, helping you on your feet as you hold yourself up with shaky legs, gaze stuck on your deceased parents as you walk back to the bedroom.

Kazutora: You pant heavily as moans echoed throughout the room, bucking your hips up as your ex boyfriend’s thrusts meet yours. Your fingers grip his shoulders before wrapping your arms around his neck, his cock aiming deeper inside of your walls as he grinds into you, hitting your g-spot with each rutt. He moans into your ear as he nibbles and sucks your earlobe, one of his hands placed on top of your head as his other hand grips the cushion of the bed.

“Kazu, I’m gonna cum!” You whimper out as you grind harder against him, the head of his cock pounding against the erogenous zone that causes your hands to turn into fists as you throw your head back. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your back arches.

“Cum on this cock, baby.” His husky voice whispers against your ear as he continues the same pace, purposefully bringing you to an orgasm as you moan loudly, yelling a curse as you hold your hips in place. Suddenly, he pulls back and grabs a hold of your thighs, holding them up before thrusting at a faster pace, his hair draping over as he leans over, your hands gripping his shoulders once more as your mouth hangs open, feet next to your head.

The bed rocks as he roughly thrusts into you, cream oozing out of your pussy and dripping to your ass. You couldn’t help but release shaky moans as he used your pussy to bring himself to an orgasm. Your eyes widen as you watch his expression morph into the familiar look he makes when he’s about to cum.

“Pull out!” You yell as your eyebrows furrow from the overstimulation, hands moving to his chest.

“M’ gonna cum so fucking deep in this pussy.” He moans out, panting as his hips become sloppier, his fingers squeezing your thighs tightly. You yank his hair back in an attempt to pull him out of you only for him to moan out as he thrusts his hips harder, his eyes fluttering closed as his mouth hangs open.

He pressed his cock deep inside you as you felt his seed shoot inside. Both of you moan out as he slowly grinds his orgasm out, you pressing your hips against him as you cream out another orgasm. He lays on top of you as he pushes himself inside you more, holding himself in place to make sure all of his semen has nowhere to go but inside your hole.

“No, no, no! Kazutora, I told you to pull out!” You smack his sweaty back as he breathes deeply against your neck.

“It’s fine.” You both grunt as he pushes inside of you more, his arms hugging around your head.

“No it’s not! Now you have to get me a plan b!”

He sits up as he chuckles before pulling his hips back and shoving into you again before beginning a slow pace. You bite your lip to hold back from moaning.

“Uh, uh. You’re gonna keep it and we’re going to raise it together.” He grins as he holds your legs back up.

“Are you crazy? I have a fiancé now! I can’t get pregnant!” He pins your arms above your head after you try to push him off.

“That’s too bad.” He says before thrusting at a faster pace. He breeds you over and over again the rest of the night, your pussy full of nothing but his sperm.

The next day, you bought a plan b, walking to your car after you left the store. Before you could get in your seat, you were grabbed from behind and pulled into a chest with a knife against your throat.

“Take it and I will slice your neck and kill your fiance after sending everyone in your family the video I took of us last night. Do you understand?” He says softly against your ear. You nod frantically as he takes the bag out of your hand. He pecks your cheek before releasing you.

“Glad we got back together, Y/n. It’ll be good for the baby.”

Ran: You wake up in a penthouse, the huge bedroom displaying a luxury you’ve never seen in person until last night. You were surprised that someone so loaded would go to a run down club such as the place you work at and choose you, a low class stripper, to spend the night with. You wouldn’t normally go home with anyone, but this man was charming and beautiful. You could tell he was expensive just by his demeanor and what he wore. You had no clue why he spotted you, gazing at you when he first walked in. When you made eye contact, you knew it would be a good night.

He made it worthwhile, treating you delicately, all the while pounding into you from behind as his nails left scratch marks all over you. Whispering soft words as he talked you through each orgasm while shoving his cock so hard that your skin smacked loudly against each other. His hold felt good against you, bodies molding together as you gripped the sheets of the bed, his sweat mixing with yours as he thrusts deeply inside of you.

“Work at my club.” He says while tracing your arm as you lie on his bare chest, the morning light seeping through the thin curtains as your legs are tangled together. You didn’t hesitate to accept the offer. Working at his club brought you more money, as well as high end living. You moved out of your grimy apartment to a luxury loft near his penthouse. One of his drivers would give you limitless rides to wherever you had ordered. You made connections and created a better life for yourself, with his help of course. You’re clearly the boss’s favorite, damn near living with him as he always brought you to his home at the end of a work night. Even on your off days you would end up at his place, waking up naked in his bed.

Whenever you had vip performances, there was a no touch policy for you specifically no matter the circumstances. As you rolled your hips against a stranger’s lap, he grabbed your ass and pulled you onto his covered bulge, bucking his hips against you. You yelp as you try to release yourself from the man’s grip, only for him to hold you down and groan. You curse at him before turning and back handing his face.

He shoves you to the ground, standing up from the seat as he hovers over you. He pulls his arm back, ready to land a punch to your cheek. A bang echoed through the room as blood splattered on your face and front body. The man’s headless body pauses before dropping limp on the ground, his jaw hanging as red covers him. You pant as your eyes stare wide at the corpse. Footsteps come towards you from behind as hands reach around your waist and pick you up from the floor.

“Sorry I didn’t come sooner.” He says casually as he leans in to kiss your forehead. “Let’s go home, yeah?” Still gazing at the body oozing blood, you nod your head with a trembling lip. He rubs your back as you both walk out. When you both lied in bed that night, you couldn’t get the man’s headless body out of your mind. Sure, he deserved something bad to happen to him, but the way Ran shot him so effortlessly was a little troubling for you. Regardless of the mixed feelings you held, you couldn’t help the side of you that was excited that a man like him protected you from danger.

“You no longer work at the club. You only work for me.” You were forced to move in with him for ‘your own safety,’ as well as giving all your personal details to him so he can take care of you completely. He paid for everything and even dressed you himself. He really molded you into his perfect doll. You couldn’t really get mad about the lack of freedom considering you had no more worries. In fact you were a little scared that he would give it all up once another stripper caught his eye.

“I could never replace my favorite doll.” With that sentence alone, your whole mindset changed. You realize that what you were receiving wasn’t real. Everything was to mold you into his little object. His toy. You don’t know why it hurt you as bad as it did, but you knew you had to leave.

The next day, you told him, “I think it’d be best if we stopped seeing each other. Our relationship is way past professional and I want my own life back.” He only stares at you as he sits on his office chair, stoic expression as his legs are crossed.

“You’re having a bad day. You should get some rest.” He states. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“No, I’m serious. This needs to end right now.” He stands up from his seat, walking towards you before gently grabbing your chin and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Are you sure?” He questions. You nod your head, ignoring his affection no matter how bad you wanted it. He releases you before walking back to his seat. He sits down and props his legs on the desk. You froze when you turned to walk away, a gun cocking behind you. You turn your gaze to him in shock and fear.

“Why do you look so scared, Y/n? You wanted this to end, right?” His expression shows a sly smile, elbow resting on the table as he lazily points the gun at you. Keeping his gaze fixed on yours, he leans over the desk, both elbows on the table, placing his feet on the ground.

“Or, were you mistaken?” You couldn’t move, your hairs standing up on your limbs as you breathed heavily. Your body is tense as you eye the barrel of the weapon.

“Were. You. Mistaken?” He reiterated, awaiting a response as his eyes narrowed.

“Y-yes, I made a mistake.” He nodded, “Mhm,” before setting his gun on the desk.

“I’ll meet you in the bedroom for a nap.” He smiled as he waved you off.

Rin: You hadn’t expected the drunken night to go as good as it did. Having been broken up with the day of, you decided to go out and find a random person to take home. Of course, this isn’t something you usually do, but you need something, or someone to distract you.

You had initially walked into the club with your friends by your side, but after a few shots the whole night became blurred, you all losing each other in the process.

The alcohol saved you from the thoughts that wanted to race your mind, instead you searched the crowd for someone who would be the perfect fit for tonight. Coming across a purple mullet, you knew exactly who you wanted. You downed another shot before reaching the upstairs dance floor.

You didn’t really care about anything but getting this stranger in your pants so when you reached him, you tapped his shoulder. You almost change your mind, anxiety forming when you see how attractive he is, though the alcohol in your system keeps you from folding to your insecurities.

“You wanna get out of here?” You question, swallowing your pride as his intimidating gaze locks you in a chokehold. You perk up at his smirk.

“Sure.”

Excitement causes you to grab his arm and pull him out of the club. He informs you of his driver and you allow him to take you to his place. When you both get there, you immediately pounce on him. Your lips drunkenly move against his as his arms wrap around your waist before pulling you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his torso. You make out as he carries you to the couch and sits with you on his lap.

After a couple hours or so, you both ended up in his bedroom, blankets all over the bed as you grind your hips on his face. His hands grip your thighs as you rest your arms on the head board, head back as you groan out. He smacks your ass as he laps up your juices, sucking your clit before flicking it with his tongue. Orgasm after orgasm, you both sloppily give yourselves to one another.

When you woke up the next day, your phone continuously buzzed as a call interrupted your sleep. You groaned as you grabbed the phone and eyed the screen. You sigh once you see your ex’s name. Answering the phone you picked yourself up and used one of the blankets on the floor as a cover up. You glanced at the sleeping purple haired man and walked into his bathroom, closing the door behind you.

The conversation went with your ex manipulating the situation and you falling for it once more, a never ending cycle that you knew could end if you stopped fooling yourself. Hanging up and opening the bathroom door, you weren’t expecting to see Rin sitting up on the bed, half-naked as his body faces you with his feet planted to the ground. You greet him as you put your clothes on.

“Leaving to go back to your toxic ex?” One of your eyebrows raised at him.

“That’s none of your business. Can I please get a ride to my apartment?” He nods as he watches you walk out.

A week has passed and you and your ex are once again back on bad terms. You were on your way to his place to pick your stuff up so it wouldn’t get mixed up with the other women’s items considering he allows them to stay over. When you opened the door, your eyebrows furrowed at the dark living room. He just texted you so you didn’t understand why he wouldn’t be waiting in the living space like he always does.

You gasp when you reach his bedroom doorway, his corpse lying on the floor with blood oozing from a bullet hole in his head, lifeless eyes wide open. You look at the culprit who sits on the bed facing away from you.

“What the fuck?” You breathe out, uncomfortable and terrified from the display. You could recognize the mullet from anywhere. He stands up from the bed with the gun still in hand.

“Let’s go.” He says, expecting you to follow as he walks past you. Because of the gun in his hand, you really didn’t have a choice but to follow if you didn’t want to end up like your ex.

Sanzu: You knew that even if you’re unhappy with your marriage, you probably shouldn’t have cheated. Honestly, it wasn’t anything planned but you really needed the drugs you had bought from the dealer you were recommended. Who knew that the one night stand would turn into an affair. Though there didn’t seem to be any emotional connection on your part nor did it seem like his, you couldn’t stop contacting him and yearning for the pink haired man in more ways than you should for a drug dealer.

You thought what you experienced was normal until you realized you might’ve caught feelings for your dealer. Unfortunately, when you confessed, you were answered with a blank expression as you both smoked weed in his car. You realized how stupid you were to have confessed to someone when you were married so you stopped buying from him. It wasn’t until he showed up at your house and pulled you into a passionate kiss. You continued to make out until you were on the sofa, riding his cock once more as you moaned out his name.

His hands gripping your hips as he thrusted into you from below. One of his hands moved behind your head and pulled you to his shoulder as his other hand wrapped around your waist, aiming his cock deeper to keep hitting that spot that makes your thighs quake in his hold.

“Fuck.” He hissed as you rolled your hips harder, grunting as his grip tightened. “You sure you want this?”

“Uh huh.” You moan out as you nod, head falling back as the sound of your wet pussy squelches around his thick girth. When the sound of the front door clicks open, before you could turn your head around, Sanzu pulls his gun out from the pants that sat beside him and aims it for the intruder.

“No!” You gasp just as the shot rings out. A thud follows as you turn fully to eye your now dead husband.

“Oh my…!” Your head is forced to face Sanzu, the hand free of the gun holding the back of your head as the one holding the weapon wraps around your waist, his thrusts starting again as he purposefully aims deep into your pussy. You moan out as tears fall, the pleasure contrasting with the fear and guilt in your heart. He pulls your forehead against his as he continues to fuck into you.

“This is mine.” He aims the barrel of the gun on your pubis, finger against the trigger. You stare wide eyed into his crazed blue orbs. “Only mine, got it?” You nod as he removes the gun and replaces the arm back around your waist.

He continues until you both reach your orgasms, riding them out against each other as you lean your head on his shoulder, questioning everything that brought you to this point.

Cat-tastrophe

Hai! This one's about timeskip!Kenma. Hope you guys enjoy.

Tw: fluff, fem!reader

(y/n) barged into Kenma's gaming room with an exasperated look on her face. "We have a problem." she said breathlessly. Kenma turned to her with a quirked brow and his controller in hand. "Lemme guess, you caused it?" he spoke with a knowing look.

(y/n) crossed her arms and pouted. "Why do you always assume it's my fault?"

Kenma didn't even need to think. "Because the last three 'problems' involved you accidentally setting the kitchen on fire, getting your head stuck in the banister, and flooding the bathroom with bubbles."

"Okay, first of all, those were all accidents. And second, I still stand by my statement that the kitchen fire was a result of the toaster being overly dramatic."

Kenma sighed, pausing his game. "Alright, what's the 'problem' this time?"

(y/n) took a deep breath. "So, you know your limited edition, ultra-rare, only-one-in-the-world Bulbasaur figure?"

Kenma's eyes widened. "What about it?"

(y/n) laughed awkwardly. "Well... it's currently starring in the latest episode of 'Cat vs. Gravity' in the living room."

Kenma's face paled. "You let Biscuit near my figurine?"

"It was an accident! I swear! I just turned my back for one second to—"

Kenma stood up, controller forgotten somewhere about his desk. "To do what?"

"To see who was the newest bachelor," (y/n) mumbled.

Kenma stared at her, a mixture of disbelief and mild amusement on his face. "You really need better hobbies."

(y/n) grinned sheepishly. "Does avoiding imminent doom count as a hobby?"

Kenma shook his head, muttering under his breath as he followed her to the living room. "Every day with you is an adventure, I swear."

Hangry

Nagi was perfectly fine. Perfectly fine sitting on the grass playing Brawl Stars. Perfectly fine with the way the breeze was blowing. Perfectly fine with the chirping of the birds.

Except, he was not perfectly fine. The freaking grass was itching him through his pants. The stupid breeze kept blowing his hair into his eyes so he couldn't see his game properly. His freaking character kept lagging with the shitty wifi the school provided and the fucking birds were annoying the shit out of him. To make matters worse, the bloody sun seemed like it came to scorch him. 

On top of that, Reo just had to appear and drag him off to football practice. "I don't wanna go today, Reo. Just let me be." Nagi spoke in a gruff tone. "I heard you the first time but I know that's just not true." Reo spoke with a smile on his face. Nagi just sighed and rolled his eyes. 

"Why the hell is it that everytime i tell you to leave me alone with something you have to go do the complete opposite of it?" Nagi scoffed. "Because..." Reo trailed off. Just then Reo let go of Nagi's arm which caused the white headed boy to stumble forward. Nagi was about to turn around and give Reo a piece of his mind but his eye caught sight of something else. You. His sweet, oblivious crush. His expression immediately softened.  

"Seishiro! Hey." you smiled up at him with your regular sweet demeanour. "Hi, (Y/N). What are you doing here?" he asked softly. "I came to bring you this prize that I won in a math competition." you strolled over to him and gave him two pre-packed onigiri. "I remebered you told me that you really like these so I brought it for you." you expressed cheerfully.

Nagi sighed dreamily even though his face remained stoic. He reached out and took the onigiri from you. "Thank you, (Y/N)." he spoke softly. 

(Y/N) smiled and gave him a slight nudge in the bicep. "I'll see you later, Sei." she said as she turned and walked away. Nagi inspected the small parcel in his hands inquisitively. Reo, once again, appeared. This time he stood near his friend with a knowing smirk on his face. "Looks like my reasoning to ignore your pleas wasn't all bad." Reo chuckled a bit earning himself an elbow to the ribs from Nagi.

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warnings: NSFW CONTENT ; 18+ ONLY. [p in v sex, overstimulation, praise kink]. unsafe sex practices [no established relationship/boundaries/safe-words].

“That cock looks good in you, doesn’t it?” 

He snaps his hips harder, pushing you down further into the mattress.

“Admit it.”

He presses down on your lower back, digging his thumbs in so deep your hips will be branded with his handprints.

“Like your pussy was made for it. Right?”

He leans in, laying more of his weight on top of you. He’s heavy—all muscle and sinew and tattoos on sun-tanned skin. 

“Say it.” He’s right by your ear now, his voice a low thrum that crackles through your chest. “Fucking say it.” 

His movements have slowed to a stuttered roll, his cock reaching further inside you than you thought possible. One arm holds himself up, but the other bends at the elbow to grab your neck. He holds you there. 

“I’m not going to ask again.”

“I don’t know!” you sob. 

Ghost pauses, and then there’s the slow, deliberate roll of his hips that rips a gasp from you. He readjusts his grip on your neck, holding you at the jaw. He stretches his lithe body further, so his breath tickles your ear. He smells like cigarette smoke and peppermint tea.

“You don’t know?” he asks, and you can tell it’s a trick by his dulcet tone—can hear the sinister smile in his voice—but you still cry out once more. 

“I don’t know!”

He huffs, an amused sound, and presses his thumbs into your jaw thoughtfully. 

“Poor girl can’t even think straight.”

He groans in pleasure, pulling himself up to his knees and you along with him. 

“Too busy getting her brains fucked out, huh?”

He glides his free hand down your body, stopping to feel where your body opens for him. He touches you there, circling back and forth between rubbing your clit and where he enters you. 

“That’s okay, pet,” he grunts, his hands flexing as you tighten around him. “I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry your pretty little head.”

He squishes your cheeks together, fingers digging into your jaw.

“You just be good, and let me fuck you, okay?”

Ghost’s breathing is growing ragged—his movements more desperate, more primal. 

“Just let me ruin this pretty pussy, yeah?”

He chuckles to himself, and drops his hand down to squeeze your throat. He’s intense, putting enough pressure on the sides that your vision grows a little hazy. 

“It’s my pussy to ruin now, isn’t it? You’ll never find anyone as good as me, right love?”

He shoves you—ass up and face down. 

“Whose fucking pussy is this?!” he shouts, slapping your ass without slowing his strokes. His voice is mean—the husky, rough tone he must use out in the field. “Whose?!” he demands.

“Yours!” you cry. “It’s for you. Only for you.” 

Ghost pushes your hair off the side of your face, and laughs at the tears that line your lashes. His hand stays hooked on the back of your neck, pushing you into the mattress below him. 

“That’s right,” he says in between gasps. “Only I can make you feel this good.”

You nod your head desperately, unable to stop from crying as he continues to pound into you. 

“I know love,” he pants. “I know.”

He looks up at the ceiling, breathing deeply, adjusting his grip on your hip and grabbing a fistful of hair. When he looks down at you again, there’s a cruel, obsidian gleam in his eye. He stares at you, mouth just a little open, brows furrowed. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he says. “And you’re gonna watch me when I do it.”

You nod your head. He does too, licking his lips.

“And when I cum, you’re gonna cum too.” 

The thought of another orgasm makes you start to choke on a sob, but Ghost talks over you.

“Yeah pet, you are.” He’s being patronizing with it, talking to you like you’re beneath him. “You’re gonna cum with me one last time, and if you don’t, I’m going to fuck you until you pass out, and when you wake up, we’ll do it all over again.”

You’re truly crying now—it’s all just so much in the best possible way. He watches as you whimper and pant and squirm.

“You look so pretty when you cry,” he says. He looks up at the ceiling again and reaches down to play with your clit. The moment his calloused fingers brush the swollen organ, you gasp and his attention immediately snaps back to you. He rubs circles into you, watching intensely as you tighten up and moan desperately. 

“That’s it, love,” he coos. “Just let go. I’ve got you.” 

He works your body with a focus and intensity unreplicable for anyone other than him—truly, he is the only one who can make you feel this good. When he finally gets you over the edge, and your orgasm feels so painfully raw and blazingly euphoric that you understand why Icarus kissed the sun, he compliments you throughout all of his own release.

“So good, sweetheart,” he says, gathering your hair to lay it between your shoulders. “Such a good pet.”

He runs his hand down the whole length of your spine. 

“You made me feel so good.”

He grips your shoulder to force you even deeper onto his cock. 

“I just want to make you feel good too,” he confesses. “Want you to feel good all the time.”

Your stomach flutters at his words, and he chokes from the way you’re twitching. 

“Deserve it,” he says, frantically chasing his high. “You deserve it.”

When he catches his own peak, releasing inside the condom, he moves slowly. He’s slow to pull out, hissing from the overstimulation; slow to walk away, nipping your earlobe to say he’ll be right back; slow to return to bed, watching you from across the room as he tidies himself up. 

When he does come back, it’s with water and damp washcloths. He cleans you—doesn’t even ask, he just does it. He lets you watch him with your curious eyes—unguarded. He lets you see him as he is—unmasked, disheveled hair and battle scars and boyish confidence. 

“You did good sweetheart.” His gaze finally meets your own. He drags an affectionate hand through your tangled hair, smoothing it back from your temples. His eyes are softer now, eyeing the curves of your body with a honeyed admiration. He brings his hand down, fingernails brushing your cheekbones and his thumb brushing against your swollen lips. 

“So good.” He’s staring at your mouth and you see it—the briefest flash of mischief in his gaze as he remembers what you had done. His eyes flit up to yours, devilish and charming, a smirk slowly spreading across his face. He has a cheshire grin—one that exudes confidence, hubris even. It is a grin full of knowingness—of being privy to such salacious secrets; of knowing what your moans sound like before they’re swallowed up by his lips, of knowing that you scrunch close your eyes when you climax, and that there’s a spot on your shoulder that makes you shiver when he touches it, and that you love his hands in yours more than you love them wrapped around your throat, and that now that he’s tasted you, he doesn’t think he could ever give you up. 

“Good girl,” he says to himself, decidedly so. He stands and he gently prods you to get out of bed. He gives you simple orders to follow: pee so you don’t get a UTI, take this pill, drink some water, no, I don’t have any fruit—yes, I will order us some. 

When you get back into bed, slipping under the newly-replaced sheets, dressed in one of Ghost’s hoodies, you curl yourself up in one corner and close your eyes. You keep them scrunched shut, even when you feel the weight of the bed dip and strong arms pull you closer. Ghost tucks you into his side, wrapping an arm around you.

“I don’t know how to DoorDash,” he tells you and you can’t help but laugh, opening up your eyes to see his worried expression. 

“You okay?” He rubs at your arm absentmindedly with his thumb. “I shouldn’t have been that rough for a first time.”

“I’m okay,” you say. “Really.”

“We don’t ever have to do any of that again, you know.” 

“I’m really, really okay,” you promise, wiggling around to lay on your stomach so you can look at him. “It felt good—amazing, actually. I got to like, turn my brain off. Like I could just give it all over to you. And you’d take care of it.”

Ghost hums, eyes flitting all over your face. He pauses for a minute. 

“Okay,” he finally decides. He cups your head in his hand and guides you to lay your head on his chest. You relax into him, and feel his own muscles soften. 

“I’m the kind of guy that you can always give it over to me, just so you know,” he says. “And I’ll take care of it. I’m good at that kind of thing.” He fiddles with his phone. “If you want,” he adds. 

Your smile presses into his white t-shirt. “Okay,” you say. 

“Okay,” he agrees, nodding to himself. 

He clears his throat. “I really don’t know how to DoorDash though.”

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PERMANENT BOND — T. SHIBA

࿐ྂ。as taiju’s girlfriend of almost a year, you can’t help but feel as though being with a gang leader is much more than you can handle. 4.1k

₊˚.༄*·˚ fem ! reader. dubcon. choking. overstimulation. unprotected sex. fear play. oral sex. thigh riding. breeding. use of pet names. fingering. dacryphilia. hints/talk of babytrapping. size difference. squirting. cervix fucking. nipple play. all characters are depicted 20+ yrs old and are set in no specific time period in the story.

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your eyes were sore with exhaustion as you stared out at the bleak, empty streets outside your bedroom window. faint noises passed in the distance of car horns blaring, along with the usual sounds of city commotion coming from miles away.

but the silence of your empty apartment seemed to deafen you from any other exterior sounds. it felt like hours passed since you sat on the windowsill, your knees hugged up to your chest.

gray clouds seemed to swirl overhead, and through the slightly cracked open window you could feel the faint thickness of humidity swimming in the air now.

you could feel your heartbeat pulsing faster the more your mind wandered. it felt like you were about to lose yourself. your grip on the coffee mug you held began to tremble, dark liquids splashing against the porcelain walls.

taking a deep breath, you placed the mug on the other side of the windowsill, making a feeble attempt to calm yourself down.

you were certain that if anyone were to see you in this state, they’d probably check you into a hospital.

you were so jumpy, that even the smallest amount of physical touch would probably make you curl into a ball and freeze up, like a wild animal attempting to defend itself from a looming predator with its bodily defenses.

it was strange, really. thinking about it in retrospect, your relationship with taiju was never like this before.

you remembered how charming he was with you. of course, he never really changed, per se. he still remained the big, intimidating, yet charismatic man who showed his affections to no one else but you.

but now? you couldn’t get through a night alone in your shared bed without shaking at the thought of him.

it was true. you were scared of your own boyfriend.

it was the way he was so merciless and cruel to the people around him that didn’t make sense to you. now, that wasn’t to say you didn’t understand that dating the leader of the black dragons came with certain conditions that you had to be prepared for.

but at the same time, he seemed to be the opposite of an infamous gang leader when he was alone with you.

you just didn’t understand. how could he seamlessly beat someone until they clung to their final breath, and not even bat an eye? how could he snap someone’s neck during the day, and love you so passionately later the same night following?

things didn’t make sense. even after almost a year of being together, you’d at least hoped you would understand him more, or that his ways would make sense to you at some point, but it was clear that wasn’t happening any time soon.

to others around you, it was so simple.

‘leave him already! he’ll end up doing the same horrible things to you in the end!’

‘just because he hasn’t treated you badly yet, doesn’t mean he never will.’

‘get out while you still can. it’s too late for him to change his ways.’

‘well, that’s what you get for dating a gang leader…’

even if you never brought it up to the people who cared for you, just the slight hint or mention of you being with taiju shiba seemed to make everyone magically turn into a therapist of some kind.

of course, you deeply appreciated those who were truly looking out for you. even if you did love him with everything in you, there were still so many unanswered questions and fears that you needed to figure out on your own.

and at the end of the day, no amount of therapy sessions or ‘relationship red flag’ debates with your friends could solve this. this was your business and yours alone to handle.

before you could begin to take another breath, you felt your heart nearly stop at the abrupt sound of the front door downstairs opening.

it was a sound you’d familiarized yourself with, especially since you could feel the walls and floor respond with a creak sound due to your apartment being older and thinner than other places. and truthfully, it was a sound that excited you at a certain point as well.

there were those days where you were so excited to see him. days where he’d respond to your welcoming, warm hug as he walked through the door by scooping you up into his arms as he carried you to the bedroom.

there were times he couldn’t even care to look where he was going as he carried you, since kissing and touching you was more important to him in the moment. and despite his rough, almost unyielding front, he always softened himself for you.

you didn’t know if it was because you were one of his very few long term girlfriends, or that he just had a certain soft spot for you that was rare. regardless, when taiju came home to you, he was a completely different man in your private time together.

even just thinking about your time together admittedly made your insides begin to flutter with warmth. the excitement you felt when alone with him was unparalleled, especially in the beginning stages of your relationship.

it didn’t always need to be him coming home to you in a new pair of fancy lingerie. it didn’t have to be you nearly leaping on top of him when he crossed the door’s threshold. sometimes it was slower, and even softer than you’d initially expect him to be with you.

to taiju, your body was a treasure. it wasn’t only his to have, but it was his to keep safe as well. now, that never meant he couldn’t get rough with you from time to time. he absolutely could, and he did before, even when he was being gentle. but he made it known to you through every caress and embrace that he would protect you from any external harm.

that was what you loved about him. how he could so effortlessly make you feel so loved in his touch. every kiss and embrace you shared felt so deep and special…it was something you saw as so sacred.

but now, the sound of that front door opening beneath you seemed to fill you with more fear than comfort.

you didn’t know what to do. you were already a nervous wreck, and scrambling for a hiding place or any kind of exit would be pointless now. there was no point in running, no matter how scared you were.

letting out a feeble sigh, you sat yourself back on the windowsill, doing your best to relax your tense shoulders

the sound of taiju’s heavy boots ascending the stairs leading to your bedroom made you want to hold your breath. looking up, you nearly fought back tears as he grew closer.

god, help me…

as the door clicks open in front of you, all of your thoughts suddenly stop.

all of the rushing anxiety almost melts away. you feel like you can relax again, because it feels familiar. it almost feels safe again.

looking up at his towering figure, his eyes were still as piercing and sharp as ever. with his dark hair slicked back, you could see small strings of stray hairs sticking out.

by the looks of it, he’d most likely had a long day.

you watched as he shut the door behind him. the long red coat that dressed his shirtless body was tossed to the side, revealing the large tattoo stretched over his back as he turned for a brief moment.

as your eyes made contact once more, you felt that same anxiety beginning to creep back into your body.

his eyes locked onto yours, a familiar smirk spreading over his lips as he stepped towards you. his hand gently caressed your face, making you look up at him.

“hey baby.” he murmurs huskily, lips suddenly colliding with yours.

his kiss catches you off guard, causing you to tense up again. though, the feeling is welcomed, as you could feel your nerves begin to finally slow just a little now.

before you can say or do anything more, you feel him pull away, the warmth leaving your lips.

taiju doesn’t break his stare from yours, his face much closer now.

“no greeting for me, hm?” his tone was strangely light, but seemed to be masked with something more.

his strong gaze felt like it was lasering right through you. it felt as if he could feel your nerves pulsing just by your bodies growing closer together, and was trying to intimidate you.

you try to smile at him, shifting in your seat slightly. internally, you hope he can’t see your hands beginning to tremble.

“i’m sorry,” you murmur gingerly. “i didn’t know you’d be home this early.”

he lets out a muted scoff, eyes flickering down to your thighs. you could tell that your entire figure was so enticing to him. dressed in black tights, lacy shirt, and a thin skirt, you could tell he was eyeing you more and more with each passing minute.

you have to hold yourself back from flinching as his large hand overlaps your thigh. through the thin cloth of your leggings, you could feel his body warmth radiating against your skin. his rough fingers felt like they were starting to dig into your soft flesh, as if taiju were trying to make a statement to both you and your body.

suddenly, you feel the warmth of his breath crawling against your neck as he brings his face closer to yours. the way he moves towards you is more than alarming now, and it’s growing increasingly more difficult to keep stable in front of him.

“you know that’s bullshit, right?”

the question hits you like a bullet. despite his soft touches and initial gestures, his entire demeanor and tone seemed to shift entirely.

you don’t dare open your mouth, though. as much as you want to, the familiar fear bubbling within you holds you back. not only that, but the complex position you were held in also prevented you from standing up for yourself.

without warning, you can feel his tongue slither against your tender neck, drawing a long trail towards your earlobe. even without looking in his eyes directly, you can still feel his stare burning into you.

taiju smirks, amused at the way you try not to squirm in front of him. “i can tell you were waiting for me up here.” he murmurs, breath still warm on your neck.

“otherwise, why would i find you looking so pretty?”

even though you can feel the smile in his words, it still offers no reassurance. you remain as tense as ever, holding back the urge to tremble at his touch.

you still remain at a loss for words as his lips graze against your neck. his hand slowly begins to travel from your inner thigh into your skirt, tough fingers meeting with the flimsy fabric of your panties.

when responding to his touch, you weren’t thinking. it was simply a knee-jerk reaction on your part.

as soon as his fingers came into contact with the fabric within your skirt, you snapped your legs closed. and after that, you’d immediately realize you lost.

from the evident look of frozen fear on your face, to how you’d finally let yourself flinch from his touch, you could only pray that he wouldn’t take it the wrong way.

looking up at him, you could feel your heart almost stop at the look on his face. his sharp eyes glared down at you now with a piercing coldness, an expression that was so hard for you to read. it was hard to tell whether he was exactly angered, disappointed, or something else.

fuck…

the awkward silence between you didn’t last long. taiju leveled his face with yours, his eyes still burning into you.

“what’s the matter with you?” he demands, tone still low, but firm.

when you don’t answer right away, he snatches your chin into his hand, forcing you to look up at him. his eyebrow raises at you, that look that brought you so much fear in his eye.

“did you hear me?” he almost growls, patience running thin now. “tell me what’s wrong.”

it feels impossible within the moment, but with a shaky breath, you manage to tell him, tears beginning to prick your eyes.

“i’m scared of you, taiju.”

the words fall from your lips easier than you’d initially thought, even if you didn’t prefer for it to come out like that. but, it was better out of you than in, especially now.

looking at him, you don’t see his expression shift much. the anxiety within you doesn’t ease as he simply stares at you. it takes a few moments of silence before he replies to you.

“what scares you about me?” he asks, drawing himself a little closer to you.

the question leaves you a little frazzled. not in terms of an answer, but more so about his intent with his question. was he trying to genuinely understand? or was there something more.

you try your best to formulate the best response.

“w-well…uhm, you have a lot of violent tendencies,” you start shakily, the nervousness clear in your tone.

taiju nods, growing closer to you again, one of his hands resting next to your thigh.

“mhm, what else?” he murmurs.

feeling the heat rise within your face, you continue. “and you don’t have a problem hurting other people,”

taiju’s even closer to you now, face only inches away from yours. you’d stayed so fixated on his face that you failed to realized his hand was creeping up your skirt again.

“mhm…” he hums.

“a-and, uhm...”

that’s it. you’re completely at a loss for words. he’s so close to you now, you swear he can hear how loud your heartbeat is.

your eyes lock with his, your hands shaking and eyes wide again. his stare is borderline sadistic, his fingers teasing against your panties, causing you to gasp abruptly.

“what else scares you about me?” he nearly hisses. “because i don’t know…something tells me you like this,” a tone of laughter drips from his words, fingers rubbing at the newfound wetness beginning to stain the fabric.

you initially think about closing your legs again, but feeling his fingers dance over your clit has already made your back arch.

you let out a whine, trying to squirm away, but he pins you where you stand, his thigh perched in between your legs now.

“tell me, baby,” his forehead rests against yours, those same demented eyes staring you down with a smirk.

“how much do you like this?”

his taunt rings through your head as he flexes his thigh upward, pushing in between your thighs.

you can’t get away, as he has you fully pinned to the wall now. you’re almost lifted off the ground with how he has you sitting on his thigh.

another pathetic whimper escapes you. every move you make causes you to grind against his thigh, the friction so warm and enticing.

he lets out a dark chuckle, a hand wrapping around your neck as he keeps his face close to yours.

“do you like it when i remind you who you belong to?” he murmurs, mouth tenderly admiring your neck again.

you can feel tears stinging at your eyes again. yet the more you squirm, the more he enjoys it. the more he laughs at you and sucks at your skin. a part of you feels such overwhelming terror; reminded that now he can do anything he wants to you since your weakness has been found. again, you were the prey. he — the predator.

but another part of you knew you liked, no, loved this feeling. deep down you could feel just how much you enjoyed this; how much you craved the feeling of him rutting inside your walls, his warm seed trickling out of you when he was finished.

all you can do is nod, beads of tears beginning to string down your cheeks. taiju’s hand is still firm on your neck, while his free one travels straight in between your legs. his carnal stare only intensifies as his hand crudely pushes past the chiffon, ample fingers plunging into your wetness.

“fuck, baby!” his voice is feral with laughter.

you try to steady your breathing as he presses his forehead against yours, his warm breath tickling your lips. letting out a disheveled whimper, he grabs you by your chin, holding you so that you can’t look away from him.

“you aren’t getting away from me anytime soon.” he warns, lips colliding with yours.

you let out a whine as his hot tongue slips into your mouth, his fingers swirl non-stop over your protruding bud. he loves the way you squirm and twitch at all of his touches…and he isn’t anywhere close to stopping.

as he pulls away, taiju wastes no time tugging off your shirt, carelessly tossing it to the side. you let him unclip your bra, exposing your full upper body. as your breasts fall from the lace, he can’t mask the ravenous look in his eye. his hands immediately grope at them, pinching your nipples in between his fingers.

you don’t have much time to react as he picks you up to straddle him. even when on his lap so briefly, you can already feel the bulge forming within his pants.

laying you down on the bed, you can’t help but feel a shiver as your boyfriend looms over you. it’s already bad enough standing together, but it's worse when you’re splayed out in front of him. he doesn't even have you pinned down yet, and you can already feel something in you throbbing.

as he starts to remove his pants, your eyes are immediately drawn to the imprint of his cock through his boxers. it was no mystery that he was big, and you knew well how good it felt when you were fully adjusted to it, but it still always managed to make you nervous. especially now.

looking down to see your flustered, teary eyed face blinking up at him was nearly enough to make him pounce on top of you and drive his hips into you until you sobbed out his name in broken fragments. you drove him so insane, even more so now that he knew he had more power over you due to your fear.

but, that didn’t mean he couldn’t be sweet, too.

taiju can feel the heat from your face prick his hand as he caresses your cheek. his teasing smirk softens for only a moment as he lays a kiss on your forehead, breathing in your comforting scent.

“you’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”

even though he makes sure his mumble is extra hushed, you can still hear it. you feel just a slight wave of relief wash over you for that little moment. and you’re reminded of why you love him so much.

your thoughts are interrupted by the sharp rrrip sound as his fingers dig into your tights, the fabric splitting easily between his hands. gasping at the initial feeling, you’re almost tugged off of the bed as he rips them off your legs completely.

and just like that, he switches attitudes.

your vision is a blur as his mouth is already enveloping your cunt, tongue crawling through your messy folds. flinching at the feeling, you throw your head back in shock.

“tai–!” you cry out shakily, trying to squirm away. “‘ts too much…”

you can’t even manage to get an inch away from his face as he yanks you back, yellow eyes shooting a cold glare at you as he stops himself.

“don’t. fucking. move.” he spits, fingers digging into your hips.

“you know how much i hate it when you try ‘n run away from me.”

the words seem to echo through your head, the same mixture of dread and arousal pulsing throughout your body as he pulls you back to his mouth.

you can’t keep your legs from trembling as he continues to eat at you, both his tongue and fingers pumping occasionally in and out of you. every move he made created a loud squelching sound from you, making him twitch in excitement.

it doesn’t take long for his desire to overtake him. taiju pulls his lips away, licking the remnant of you from his lips with that same smirk.

your breath seems to get caught in your throat as he positions himself over you, a single hand locking both of your wrists over your head. you can’t take your eyes off of him as his glare pierces into you. by the looks of it, he seems to be admiring how tear-stained and broken you look already.

gently, he takes one of your hands and guides it to his bulge. even the slightest feeling of you touching him almost makes him lose control.

“feel that?” he whispers in your ear.

you inhale, letting out a trembling sigh as you nod meekly. those fluttering eyelashes of yours and that desperate stare only made him pulse more, and you swore you could feel it in your hand.

“that’s how much you drive me crazy.” he purrs, lips hotly crashing into yours.

even without him inside you, you feel yourself on the brink of an orgasm. he could touch you once and you’re convinced that you’d lose it all in front of him right then and there.

slowly, taiju begins to push inside you. a sharp gasp escapes you as you flinch. the overwhelming sting is followed by your walls being stretched by his thickness, causing the tears to stream down again.

initially, you feel the urge to crawl away from him. you can’t even tell how close you are anymore. but you know better than to do that now. as hard as it is, you try to make yourself relax.

with his cock fully shoved inside you, taiju can feel himself starting to slip. he can already feel his tip pressing against your cervix, the warmth of your walls swallowing him with such ease with how wet you are.

on top of that, your strangled moans made him want to do even more to you. you were asking for so much more in the way you cried his name and drooled as he fucked you. plus, he’d been with you long enough to know you could take more than this, so he wasn’t worried.

his thrusts start slow inside of you, letting out animalistic groans as his cock slapped in and out of you. looking down as he thrusted, he could see the swelling starting to form in your lower stomach, causing him to pulse.

“shit, angel…you’re takin’ me so fucking good.” he groans breathlessly, hand admiringly sweeping over the bulge inside of you.

you don’t know how many times you came already, but it feels like your body is about to combust with how good and overwhelming it all feels. tears continue to stream down your face, broken moans trembling from your gaping lips.

watching as your head throws back and your tits bounce with each thrust, taiju can’t control himself anymore. his forehead rests against yours again, breath husky and pace unbreaking.

“you’re never leaving me,” he growls between thrusts, hooded eyes still glaring at you as you look at him through glassy eyes.

“you belong to me,” he pants, thrusts growing deeper, cock plunging straight into your cervix as you cry out, the look of your pleasure-drunken tears sending him over the edge.

“i’m gonna fill you up so much, you’ll never be able to get rid of me.”

following his words, you sob out a final time, your pussy sputtering with fluids uncontrollably as his warm seed shoots inside of you right after. your legs tremble without end as taiju leaves you with a few final messy thrusts.

as you lie on your back, your lover resting nearly limp on your chest, it takes you a few deep breaths before you can fully recollect yourself. you can still feel pulsing and twitching throughout your body, small whines escaping your lips occasionally.

for a few moments, taiju lets himself listen to your slowing heartbeat as his head rests on your chest. he hums gently, rubbing tenderly at your hips and all around your stress areas.

as you finally relax, he looks up at you with a gentle smile.

“still scared of me?”

you find yourself smiling back genuinely. running your hands admiringly through his newly messed up hair, you shake your head.

“no.” you murmur, bringing yourself closer for a kiss.

it’d been a while since you felt this safe and relaxed. and he could tell. but nevertheless, it was a relief to the both of you.

taiju chuckles against your lips, pulling you to his chest as he repositions to lay on his side.

“i hope not, cause i think you’re stuck with me now.”

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KOKO’S GIRL

A SUGAR DADDY!KOKONOI HAJIME X SUGAR BABY!F!READER FIC.

CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW (minors + ageless & blank blogs dni), bimbo sub female reader, timeskip dom kokonoi, sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics, road head, car sex, usage of ‘daddy’ and one (1) mention of ‘sir,’ infantilization if you squint, dirty talk, recorded sex, finger-sucking

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

A/N: not me being late to my own collab,,, and posting after 37438 years,, don’t look at me 🥴 but yeah this is my piece for my “i love you.” collab; i chose koko and gift-giving! i’m not particularly proud of this but i hope you enjoy nonetheless :)

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“Annnnnd here’s a little something for you, darling!” you chime out, freshly manicured hand slapping down a generous wad of bills in your favorite nail technician’s hand. She blinks with an expression that betrays her typical professional demeanor.

“Miss, are you sure I deserve this much…? I mean, they were only french tips, stickers and—”

“Oh not to worry, that was only an eighth of what I have on me right now,” you beam brightly from your elevated height of five inches. With how ditzy you were, it was a wonder how you were capable of strutting around in the designer stilettos your sugar daddy gifted you, and the nail tech ultimately decides it’s not worth dwelling on as she bows her head and scurries off.

You wave a goodbye in her direction before pulling out your phone, acrylics now tapping and flying across the screen in a happy frenzy.

Y/N

3:56 PM

daddyyyyy im finished :) wanna see?

Idly, you twirl a finger around a lock of hair as you wait giddily for the three special dots to appear on the bottom of your phone screen. You couldn’t wait to show Koko what you decided to do with the gift money he sent to your bank account earlier.

Daddy

3:58 PM

You can show me in fifteen seconds, princess.

Huh? Fifteen seconds? Before you could furrow your brow and send that cute emote sticker of a confused Hello Kitty, a honk from outside captures your attention.

You squeal loud enough to turn heads while you prance to the entrance of the salon, clearly excited to see the black Ferrari pull up and park, a familiar head of raven hair paired with a handsome visage greeting you with an equally as handsome smile when the driver’s window rolls down.

“Hey there pretty girl.” Koko calls out, unabashedly eyeing your figure up and down. The Saint Laurent one shoulder mini dress you were wearing hugged your figure perfectly and always attracted jealous girls’ and enamored mens’ attention to your curves and he knew you knew it was one of his favorites on you.

“Hi daddy,” you giggle out, making sure to add a little sway to your hips as you approach the passenger seat door. Once you’ve settled in, you immediately spread out your fingers for Koko to see the french manicure accentuating your fingertips as well as the old English lettering spelling out ‘K-O-K-O-’S G-I-R-L’ on each nail, save for your left thumb which sported the same shaved design and Bonten insignia your sugar daddy of a boyfriend had on the side of his head. He hums in approval.

“What do you think?”

“I think they’re pretty on you baby,” he begins, “but I think they’d look prettier wrapped around my dick.”

His brazen words send a hot flash of arousal straight to your cunt and you couldn’t help the not-so-subtle shifting of your squished thighs. “Yeah?” you breathe out.

“Yeah.” Koko grins, not wasting any time peeling out of the parking lot. Your eyes drift down to the now enlarged bulge in his luxurious trousers. “Want to help daddy out?” he questions without keeping his eyes off the road ahead of him.

A whiny ‘mhm’ escapes your lips, hands immediately fumbling with his zipper. You let out a frustrated huff when your elongated nails get snagged. “Aw, poor baby… Can’t do anything without her daddy’s help, can she?” the ravenette coos while taking one hand off the steering wheel in order to pull his leaking cock out. He lets out a small hiss when the cool air makes contact with his sex; you let out an awed gasp as if you’ve never seen such a beautiful dick before. Your lover snorts.

“There’s no need to gawk at it every time.”

“But it’s always so pretty…”

Koko chuckles at that, a hint of pink dusting his cheeks that you don’t notice. “And it’s all for you baby girl.”

With lovestruck eyes, you suckle on his balls momentarily before moving on to fondling them and licking a stripe up the base of his cock. He groans as the car swerves slightly, the urge to park somewhere and fuck you silly almost too tantalizing. But Koko prided himself on his self-control.

You, on the other hand, prided yourself on being Koko’s walking talking soft spot.

Only this time, instead of batting your lash extensions and cutely asking for his credit card, it was the humming noises you made with him inside of your mouth and the way that your throat constricted around him that did him in.

“Mmn—! Angel…”

And so caught up you were in pleasuring your boyfriend that you fail to realize that the car’s stopped moving for a minute too long and that he’s been trying to get your attention until he yanks your head up by your hair and growls.

“Need to cum inside you. Right now.” Koko says with such authority that you feel a new sharp wave of arousal stoke the fire in your lower belly even higher. Without any time to waste, your fingers fling the Dior thong to be forgotten somewhere in the backseat, and you hover over his blazing stiffness for all of two seconds before plummeting down and welcoming the familiar stretch that accompanied you every time you sat on your boyfriend’s lap.

Koko’s lips quirk upwards into a pleased smile. “That’s a good cockslut,” he praises as he smooths a hand down your back to your ass which he gives a firm squeeze. He makes a move to start thrusting into you, stopping only due to the sudden idea that emerges within his mind. He smirks. “Now, be an even better cockslut and let daddy record you, hm?”

You whimper out a ‘yes daddy’ without thinking, your poor pussy still busy adjusting to the big cock nestled inside of it. In no time does he lean his seat back with his phone aimed at the junction where your two bodies met, eyes trained on the scene through the screen, making sure to capture the way your breasts heaved on film and the ruined mascara from your earlier deepthroating streaking down your face.

He pinches the screen with two fingers, zooming in on the fluttering of your cunt, then panning upwards to your unintentionally lewd expression.

“God you’re so sexy,” Koko thinks aloud, hand reaching out to cup your cheek. Two deft fingers slowly make their way into your open mouth and you immediately begin to start suckling on the digits. “What a messy little whore.”

Moaning around his fingers, you take them down your throat with ease. You start moaning especially louder when you feel his cock seem to thicken within you.

A resounding ‘pop’ emits from your lips when he retracts his fingers; you whine as he trails your saliva down your neck towards the valley of your breasts. He circles your nipples and playfully flicks them, and you whine even louder.

“Can I move yet?”

Your yelp is instantaneous when a large hand cracks against your ass.

“Manners, princess.”

“May I pretty please ride you, sir?” You jut out your lower lip for dramatic effect.

“That’s better. You may; as long as you show off those pretty nails for everyone to see first,” Koko declares, moving the camera to your midsection; he groans in approval when you comply and splay out your fingertips. He makes sure the camera focuses on each nail before nodding towards you.

You waste no second in lifting yourself off his lap, then slamming yourself back down repeatedly on his cock, mewling all the while you did so.

“Fuuuuuck… Just like that.” he encourages the brutal pace you set for yourself, now focusing the camera on the ring of cream gathering around his shaft that you contribute to every time you descend upon him.

With a contented sigh, you bring a hand to your neglected clit, wails increasing in volume— another instrument to the medley of music you were making paired with Koko’s heavy, rhythmic breathing behind the phone. Grunting, his voice goes strained when he commends you. “Baby girl, you sure were born to take this dick so well—!”

You were the first to come, your lover following not long after. His release coats your spasming walls and the excess mixes with your fluids as it seeps out of your used hole.

The recording then ends, not without one last shot at the mixture of slick and cum connecting you two together.

Seven Bonten members make a move to clean up their own mess once the video comes to a close on their own phone screens.

BONUS:

Rindou H.

5:20 PM

Yooo, that was so hot

Takeomi A.

5:21 PM

How did you get such a fine piece of ass, Kokonoi?

Ran H.

5:23 PM

Any man would kill to have been in your shoes, I hope you know that

Sanzu H.

5:23 PM

Koko when are you gonna let us hit

Kokonoi H.

5:26 PM

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