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Sorry Ms. Jackson

Him / (her)

Warnings : leaving, heartbreak, angst, no fluff, still having feelings.

Pairing(s) : him/her; her

Genre : angst

[ Tokyo revengers: Haitani Ran, Haitani Rindou, Kurokawa Izana, Kanto!Mikey, Kawagari Senju, Hanma Shuji, Sanzu Haruchiyo (-your favs)

Jujutsu Kaisen: Sukana Ryomen, Fushiguro Megumi, Zenin Maki, Fushiguro Toji, Geto Suguru (-your favs)

My Hero Academia: Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi, Shinso Hitoshi, Kirishima Ejiro, Aizawa Shouta, Miriko (-your favs)

WC: 249

E n j o y

"NO DON'T LEAVE!"

That was her breaking point, all the years she had spent giving it her all knowing damn well that loving someone who can't even love themselves, much less love back, was a waste of time and heart. It's ridiculous really. Tricking herself into believing he would change, for her.

A teary eyed glare was all that she could afford to give him, yet even then, it was barely glazed with hatred. It's hard to let someone go when you've known them your whole life. At least your whole love life. The glare still held love, and hope for a better love life. But not for her, she hopes no other women go through this like she did, she prays that this man gets a better mindset, and gets a partner that can really help him through his hardships, she wishes that he will find peace in someone that can treat him better than her.

"I really loved you... I r-really did. But I'm not for you. I hope you heal and i wish you a better life. Time is precious, please don't waste it honey" giving him a soft smile, no hidden intentions or malice, just pure hope for him. She turned to leave, without hurting eachother even more, ending on a heartfelt note.

Head in his hands, knees on the ground and tears rolling down.

"I'm sorry M-Miss Ja-Jackson I am for real

Never meant to make your daughter cry

I apologize a trillion times..."

Jealousy? Or Insecurity

Imaushi Wakasa

Tw: jealousy, Sub!Wakasa, use of Babydoll, Haitani Ran x OC, praise and little degradation, Crying Wakasa, female reader, touchy with someone other than their partner, setting switching, smug reader, Dom!reader kind of yapping at the end (tell me if i missed anything) wellcome for the POC readers ;))

Pairing(s): Imaushi Wakasa ; reader

Genre(s) : romance/smut

WC :> 3,379

Enjoy

Wakasa was a simple man. Money, power and pussy. He had it all, and it's safe to say he was satisfied.

Getting women to swoon over him wasn't a hard thing for him to do, unlike one of his best friends (Shinichiro 💀). It came naturally to him throughout his lifetime.

When he was younger, 17 or so , he was already surrounded by women because of his powerful status. Being the former leader of Kodo Rengo and one of the original members of the black dragon's, he was bound to get surrounded by admirer's. Good or bad. And that's how he met his girlfriend of five years.

Of course, before dating him, wakasa made sure you understood his lustful lifestyle. Filled with wine and women and his 'wonderful' vices.

Compared to before, wakasa was definitely more tame in his sex life, only turning to you once in a while when he truly can't keep himself together. But even he, can't help but steal a glance or two, or three....... Or more of wonderful backsides that some women carry. It's one if the many uncountable reasons that he was attracted to you.

Working as a bartender at a world class bar as a side job to wakasa was easy enough. But having tens if not hundreds of beautiful women crowding 'round the place all day, makes it harder for him to work, with them asking for his addy too.

Today wakasa was stressed. His client, at the gym, got into a car crash, and he only knew when his client landed in the hospital. And on top of that, Takeomi got into a fight, though winning, he got badly hurt. So wakasa took a day to distress at the same bar he worked in.

Walking into the bar, he was swarmed by the classy women, young and old, curvy and petite, tall and short. It would be heaven, if he didn't have a girlfriend. He didn't entertain them and just gave the same boring replys, not disrespectful but not enough to continue any conversation.

"Hello","hey","what's up?"

Were his go-to replies.

He walked to the heart of the club, where all the dancers and the bar was closest to. He sat down and ordered a drink.

"1 Night Tripper thank you" he cupped his face with his hand and leaned onto it, lazy eyes glancing around the club.

It was always this face and that face, not a single person he couldn't remember seeing. While he was deep in his mindless thoughts, a pair of brothers sat next to him.

"Hey wakasa! Whatcha doin here?" The infamous Roppongi duo was seated next to him.

"Hey. Had to get my mind off things." His monotonous voice could barely mask the stress.

They conversed for a while before a women in a wine red dress, hardly covering anything, came over and sat on wakasa's lap, her large bittocks pressung against him. Wakasa froze, relishing it the feeling of a nice ass on him. But, regaining his self control, he softly pushed the woman and grabbed the empty chair next to him, sitting her down and continued talking with the brothers.

"Hey [Name]! Isn't that your boyfriend and the Hentai brothers over there?"

You took a peak, and indeed, there were the men that your friend mentioned.

"Amina it's Haitani, not Hentai, that makes a completely new word hun, I'll work on the pronunciation with you later wh-"

"Hey who's that bitch with your boyfie!" Amina jabbed a slender finger in their direction.

You met Amina through a marketing course half a year ago, and despite not knowing her for long, you two were like two peas in a pod, her firey attitude and confident aura intriguing you, her steady, powerful voice when she talks, the unwavering steps she takes as she walks, her down to earth self, made you want to be around her (which was surprising considering your lack of want for people swarming around you), yet not once has befriending her make you regret it.

This time, it wasn't a peak that you made at the men. Your head snapped to them so hard if you weren't so furious it would give you whiplash. 'What in the rubber duckies was wakasa doing, letting that girl practically lay on him!'

"Girl I'll go deal with the lil ass, you go get yourself a fine man k? Infact i feel like you and Ran would hit it off!" Clapping your hands excitedly, but once remembering that you were angry right now, You were about to storm over a confront him, but you decided to have a little fun.

Giving Amina a slight shove towards the older brother cunningly, "Go talk to Ran, he's the one with the cocktail, don't distract Rindou tho, he's talking to wakasa"

Amina stumbled a bit, but was thankful that you encouraged her to talk to the man she's been eyeing all night.

"Thanks babes~ mwah 💋 " she wiggled her fingers in a wave and went over to Ran.

Waving in acknowledgement , you turned back to the scene in annoyance.

Seeing Rindou talk to him, gave you an idea, not the brightest one, but an idea nonetheless.

You've known the Haitani's for as long as you could remember. They saw you at a park when you were young and challenged you to a pull up contest on the monkey bars. They were strong, no doubt, but you being the competitive person you are, didn't stop even when your arms were dying. Eventually, you won, the challenge and their respect. And you know damn well they both love a little drama.

Strutting over on front of the purple haired male, you gave him a sultry greeting. Ignoring the look Wakasa was giving you.

"Hey Rin Rin~" stroking his cheek with your red tipped index finger, you placed a knee right beside his thigh, leaning into him, black-based and gold rimmed cocktail dress enhancing your figure. Sensing your intentions with his drama dececter, he played along.

"Hey bunny, haven't seen you in a while, what's got you in this place" Rindou took his hand and brushed it along your thick thighs, squeezing once he got to the juciest part.

"Just a little bored, wanted to hangout with my girl-" the soft and breathy tone contrasted the hard smirk that was plastered onto your smug face when you heard a screech come from the chair behind you, the chair Wakasa was sitting in.

Wakasa couldn't handle it anymore, how could you! Right in front of him too? He stormed to the dim exit of the club, fiotsteps so heavy, that if you stood near him you could feel the vibration in the floor.

Grinning at Rindou, you knew your plan had worked, you pat his shoulder before pinching his cheeks between your pointer and thumb.

"Thanks Rin, we'll catch up next time kay~?" Rindou nodded in reply, a Cheshire grin taking over his usual stoic expression.

"Tell me how it goes" he winked before gesturing you to leave.

"Go get 'im!" I gave a firm nod, and waved good bye to Rindou, Amina was keeping Ran busy so o didn't try to interrupt their time together.

I walked after the jealous man, a slight skip in my step, knowing i had him right where i wanted.

I saw wakasa walking towards the bus stop. Amusement was evidently plastered on ny face. Softly i walked after him, and hooked my arms around his waist. Hearing a soft gasp from him i chuckled to myself. I lifted him up bridal style and walked back to the Kawasaki Ninja H2R. Keys in mouth, and a crabbed Wakasa in my arms.

"What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way" I airily sighed. Wakasa only crossed his arms, hands clenching the sleeves of his shirt, jutting his rosy lower lip out, forming a cute pout, if not for the situation at hand.

I put the man down, and cliimbed onto my beloved bike, Wakasa gingerly following after. He loosely gripped onto the clothing resting on the side of my hips.

I started the bike, letting him do whatever he wants, 'hmph! Lil boy gon' regret this' i smirked cynically, thankful that i was the driver, rendering my boyfriend blind to my actions. I was crusing for around 5 or so minutes and put my plan into action. I leaned slightly forward, not enough for him to notice a difference, and 'SCREECH' a sudden speed up and swerve of the bike made wakasa clutch onto his lover for dear life.

"[NAME] WHAT THE FUCK!" his gruff hands gripping onto your stomach, squeezing so hard, it made you wince a bit. Legs clammed to the sides of the bike, and best of all, lean arms crushing my curvy waist. I let out a boisterous laugh, into the wind it flows and then its gone. From my side mirror i see wakasa give me a soft smile but quickly replace it with a grumpy frown.

As we arrived, wakasa hopped off the bike, while i was turning off the engine. Swaying his wide hips, and strode his way to the front door.

He opened the door and started to go straight to bed. Huffing and puffing as if explaining his displeasure to me. I tsked, swooping him up from Infront of him, making him cling onto me instinctively. I grinned wildly to myself, and locked the door with on hand. Taking him up to our bedroom, i roughly sat him on the bed.

"Care to tell me why the waist of a bitch was in your grasp?" I asked, angry of course, but i wanted him to explain.

"WHY'D YOU CARE" Wakasa raised his voice at me challengingly. I quirked an eyebrow up.

"Why would i care? Well maybe because you're my BOYFRIEND?" I was livid, what in the world was he thinking!

"You want attention? Strip." Wakasa looked confused at my words.

"Did i fucking stutter baby?" I cooed sarcastically. "Strip."

Wakasa shakily took off his fishnet shirt, revealing his body that was once scattered in love marks, now completely bare. Then he unbuckled his belt, and took it into his hands. Not going to lie, it was crazy sexy, belt in hand, red in the face, leather pants hugging all the right places, especially his thick ass. God how i wanted to grab it. He peeled off the tight pants too, leaving him in short, tight lace boxers.

"Did i tell you to leave anything on your body?" I gave his ass a quick smack, quickly placing my finger in his waistband, I pulled it back and let it go, hearing a lovely gasp from him. He huridily ripped off his black boxers, hands practically quivering, from excitement or fear, I don't care. In spite of me being vexed, i still adored him. So i took it as my job to calm him down.

"Calm down babydoll, I'm only going to teach you a lesson alright? You feeling good?" I combed through his silky smooth hair, tugging on it slightly. "Y-yeah, m' sorry" the zebra 🦓 haired man stuttered in his quivering voice.

"We'll talk about why you're sorry later okay baby?" I softly slapped his face. "You let another women get all over you cuh' you were deprived righ'? I 'pologize f'that babydoll, works been callin, but i managed ta'get the next few day off f'ya" i caressed the spot i slapped lovingly, "righ' now imma show ya'don ha'ta go to other women kay~ cuh' babydoll can com'ta me kay?" Wakasa nodded softly, to every beat i said, a thick coat of pink painted his face.

I took the stunning dress off myself, leaving me in red, silk underwear, I placed him on the bed, and stood between his legs. Taking his milky calves, I placed them on my shoulder. "I won't stop till the break of dawn makin love to you baby"

Wakasa's dick was stood, slightly curving to the left, crying white. His thighs were flexing, while his arms wrapped around his chest. Vibrant violet eyes crystallizing with his tears. I looked at him expectantly, and he unwrapped his arms on instinct. I pulled him closer to me, leaning down to kiss his tears away, and scratch the back of his soft neck. I moved vertically, moving my wet mouth to his nipples. I sucked on it softly, earning a well deserved moan. Just to get revenge, i bit on it, not enough to bleed, just enough to make it hurt. Wakasa jerked upwards, eyes blown wide, pupils doubling in size, a raspy howl escaping from his voice.

"Hush up babyboy" I mumbled against his chest, kissing the spot i bit. I tipped back, to capture him whole with my eyes. I let out a soft heave, "you, you look beautiful, the sole reason my eyes exist, are to admire you" while talking, i caress his glutes. "Thank you, i wonder why you even chose me."

At his words, my eyes widen. He looked so.... Down. I thought of everything, starting from the club, his words, his actions, to now. It all added up.

"I mean, you're ethereal, amazing hair, lovely eyes, proportional nose, plump lips, symmetry is proven with your face! The best body any woman could have! You could have anyone you want, hell, you could even have Johnny Depp in his prime! How did I end up with you?" Wakasa was sobbing, the more he thought about it, the more worthless and low he felt.

"Babydoll, I chose you, you're beautiful, in and out. Fashion sense is immaculate, unlike most men, lean not over the top muscle, and can fight, heavenly voice, if i lost my life yet you're talking to me on my deathbed, baby I'd say, heaven can wait. Don't even get me started on your personality!" I tugged him closer to me, caging him in my arms, reassuring him that im not letting him go anywhere.

"I'm not the jealous type, but what's mine, is mine, and stays mine. And I'm sure as hell ian' letting you go. End of story." I placed soft kisses on his temple, whispering sweet nothings to him, holding him tight. Slowly yet surely, he was calming down.

"You rock my world babydoll, and you're gonna keep rocking it till you can't no more" i fell into the cloudy mattress with him under me, clinging on as if he lets go, I'd decay into fine salt.

I softly pushed him down so i can get up. "Take it off~" Wakasa whined as he tugged at my bra. I smirked endearingly, "take what off babydoll?" Wakasa was getting frustrated, the water that had dripped onto the ground, almost returned back to his indigo eyes. I slightly panicked, "Don't cry baby! I'll take it off im sorry" although nervous, i still giggled. I unclasp the back of the chest binder, freeing my breasts. Wakasa earnestly gazed at them, and pounced.

Throwing my head back, i moaned. The sound making Wakasa jerk up, dick slapping my bare cunt, suckling on my tits as if i was gonna produce milk.

"Doll, t-th~ha that's eno~oHhh" i pushed his head back, despite his soft protests. Wakasa gripped onto the back of my thighs, hips bucking up frantically. Holding down his hips, i told him, "dolly, i needa' open m'self up f'ya, you're big~" i flicked the pink mushroom tip of his long cock, his veins pulsing, it was obvious he was desperate, but I wasn't going to break my ribs just cause he was craving, and i didn't prep myself.

Sitting vertically opposite to him, i took two fingers and spread myself open, showing him my glistening pussy. Scooping up some of the honey that's dripping, and took it near my face. Opening my fingers, i watch as the string of necter attach from on finger to the other, i brought it into my mouth, maintaining eye contact with Wakasa, i sucked on the juices sensually. Bringing my saliva-coated fingers down to my hole. Massaging the gummy walls, going faster and faster. "Oh~hHh Waka~aHhh" "[N-Name]~ p-please~ i wannah' cum~"

The once tears of saddness quickly trned to tears of despration. Watching you, neck cranned back, hands working away on your pussy, juices dripping like a creak, hips jerking, made him want to bury himself whole in yout warm cushiony and inviting pussy. Wakasa stroked his lengthy cock, bucking his hips into his large hands, wishing it was your warm cunt instead. He was so close yet so far.

Promptly, you ceased your movements, causing the sweaty, glossed man follow in dubiety.

"c'mere baby" You pat the pillowed spot between your legs, loving the way that the love of your life follows order so well, in bed at least. Hair drooping, saliva dripping and the sounds of Wakasa's whining filled your senses. Encouraging him to relax, you croon "that's it baby, slowy does it".

Once Wakasa kneeled between your bare legs, you laid a pillow down for him to rest his head on.

"you good there doll?" reciving a nod of affirmation, you continued your ministrations.

Spreeding your prepped cunt for him to see turned the pussy craving man get hungrier, his normally droopy eyes blown wide, lips swollen from him biting it. He tried to sneakily buck his strong hips up, but you stopped him right before his tip touched your folds.

"a-ah-ah~ patience doll" Not giving him a mere second for him to process your words, you slammed yourself down on his grith.

Shamelessly rolling your hips up and down on his grithy length, pussy smashing his pelvic bone. A course of "y-YEAHHH~"'s and "NgnG"s forced themselves out of your mouth, the pure lust and passion oozing in the air can even make Asmodeus say hell nah.

Riding dick wasn't easy, but for the ethereal beauty under her, [Name] would do anything. For his pleasure she could slave away anytime. Cause at the end of the day, to [Name], a happy lover, a happy life. Getting to hear his sounds of love and appreciation, was enough of a reward for her, in fact, she couldn't ask for more.

"Pretty bitch, perfect doll, jeal-haah-jealousy is one h-nhg-ell of ah~ one hell of a disease h-huh." Panting as it felt as if his cock was prodding at my lungs.I noticed a little bulge in my tummy, as I pressed on it, it gained his attention. Moaning,he started to buck his hips up even harder. This time i couldn't stop him, as i was getting tired and restless. I ket him do what he want.

I flipped us over, making me place myself under his strong arms. I grabbed a handful of his ass and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in even closer, burying his stem inside my soft, gummy walls.

He pounded his dick into me, not wasting a fraction of a second, gritting his teeth and gripping the sheets. The steel bedframe clashed and clanked with the brick wall, probably irritating the single 26 old neighbour with a dead girlfriend. the neighbour with blue eyes and black hair.

"Please! Please-Please, Please" The whines and wails of Wakasa almost drove you off the edge if the earth, barley stopping before reaching the ledge.

"Cum!" I gripped his tousled hair and pulled, making his head snap back and his back arch, leading his chest to crash into mine, and causing him to bully his dick even further into my cunt.

"YESS/FUCKK" both individuals moaned simultaneously, the sound coming out as bell chimes and harp strings up in heaven. Pure ecstasy flowed to every inch of their bodies, the passion staying throughout the night yet the lust slowly vanishing.

The night ended with one lovers feelings solved, and both cradled in the others warm, homey, inviting embrace. The glow of the sun of dawn shinning through the silk curtains, and the soft, dank night disappearing into the horizon lulled both the lovers to sleep.

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"GIRL YOU PROMISED TO TELL ME THE DETAILS. RAN AND AMINA HAVE BEEN GOING AT IT ALL NIGHT AND NOW I NEED A DISTRACTION! DON'T IGNORE ME JSBSHDGSKBCSKSMNDDJLSN"

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A/N ::: I haven't written anything for like, a week now? I mean, nothing substantial. I started this 4 or 5 days ago and dropped it until this morning where I finished the last 3-5 pages. Anyway. I never write "Asshole Draken" because I really just don't see him pullin' that shit. But we all have bad days. And I guess this was one of his. But don't worry, it turns out so, so good (I think).

C/W ::: Asshole Draken x F.Reader, saying mean shit to each other, without saying too much, he gets a teeny itty bitty bit physical with her but that's all. He doesn't hit her so don't be completely deterred by this if that's what you were thinking. Uh, M->F and F->M Oral. Slight face-fucking, name calling (but it's ... ok? Idfk. Shut up.) I proofed this once cuz I got a sick kid that wants me to play roblox with her so I gotta go do that. If I missed anything shoot me a message and I'll check it out. I hope you guys like this!!

WC ::: 3,314 *roughly 8 pages on Google Docs* Sorry not sorry it's so fucking long.

He sat in the corner of the garage, working in near total silence on his bike. 

You came over today because he invited you. You thought it was going to be fun, sitting in there with him while he fiddled away with the machine. Boy, were you wrong. 

He was quiet for the most part. But when he did speak, he had nothing nice to say to you. He was really short for someone who was so much fucking taller than you.

You looked over at him, watching as he pulled the old engine out of the bike. He had a rag in his mouth and grease on his face. His hair was messy and his eyes were focused on the task at hand. You admired that determination. Still, you couldn't figure out what the hell his problem was.

You leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms over your chest. A question sat on the tip of your tongue, threatening to pass the closed threshold of your lips and enter the shared space. God you wanted to talk to him. Maybe you could help him find out what was wrong with the bike. You knew a thing or two about mechanics. Sure, not as much as he did. But a second set of eyes and hands rarely did more damage.

But then, the question died on your tongue. Because you knew why he didn't want your help. You're not even sure he wanted you there. You stood and headed toward the door to the house. Then and only then, did he finally speak up.

"The fuck you goin'." He said quietly.

You turned around and glared at him. "What?"

He set down his tools and pulled the rag out of his mouth. "Said, where you going? You're supposed to be helping me. You said you’d come over today so you could fucking help me with this goddamn thing."

"Helping you? Helping ...? Ken, you won't so much as even look at me. You haven't smiled at me, you barely said hi when I got here. And you're pissed at me?"

Ken stood up and walked over to you, towering over you as he wiped the grease off his hands. "I asked you for help and you said yes. I didn't ask you to just sit there and look pretty. Speakin' of, what the hell you wearing today, anyway? Is this supposed to be cute or somethin'?"

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, I am just here to look pretty, Ken. I'm not here to do anything else. I'm not here to actually do anything."

Ken took a step back and scoffed. "Are you serious right now? Are you really just gonna act like this? You don't wanna be here. I can see that. You can leave, g'head. Get out."

You stepped away from him and squared your shoulders. "Fffffine." You challenged. "Your wish is my command, my King." Turned away from him now, you muttered under your breath what a dick he was being and how you didn't know for sure if he wanted your help today with this. If you had known, you wouldn't have dressed the way you did.

"Sorry? Did'n hear ya jus’ now. What was that?" He said it louder than he needed to. 

You spun around and met his gaze with your own. "I said, you're being a dick."

"Well, if the shoe fits, babe. And you're being a bitch. So, let's just wear these shoes, eh?" He shot back. “Let’s wear these shoes and jus’ walk away from each other.”

You were both silent for a moment. The air between you thick with tension. You could feel the anger bubbling up inside of you. Who the hell was he to speak to you like that? You came here to see him and he was treating you like shit.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to hit him. But you didn't.

Instead, you turned on your heel and stormed out of the garage, slamming the door behind you. He yelled at you to come back but you ignored him. You were done. Done with his shitty attitude and his shitty behavior.

Grabbing your jacket and your purse from the couch, you threw them both on and headed for the front door. You could hear his footsteps coming from the laundry room into the kitchen and sooner than you expected, they were right behind you.

"Jus’ gonna leave, huh?" He growled. "That's it? You're gonna walk out of here and leave me to finish this stupid fuckin' thing on my own?"

"You don't want my help, Ken! You don't even want me here right now! You've made that painfully obvious. So ... yeah. Yeah. I'm going to go. And you can call Mikey and have him suck you off while you two idiots do whatever it is that you do when you're toget---"

He grabbed you by the jaw and brought his face down to yours. "You … don't fuckin' talk to me like that. You understand? You're the only one who sucks this cock. An' right now I feel like you should be doin' a lot more of that than mouthin' off to me the way ya are. Gettin' on my las' fuckin' nerve righ' now, princess."

You looked up at him, shoving his hand away from you. "Ken." You said softly.

He pulled his hand away from your face and took a step back. "Mm? ... Ya got somethin' to say? There's a surprise."

You shook your head and bit your bottom lip. "I'm ... I didn't mean to ..."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so you're ... what? You're sorry now? You always know the right things to say to me at the right times, don't ya? Yeah, yeah ya do."

You nodded. "Yeah. I guess."

He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. "So, what? You're gonna come back ...? You gonna help me with this goddamn thing like I wanted ya to? You think I want you here now after ya actin’ like such a shit?"

"Oh my fucking god, Ken. Make up your mind, would you? This conversation is like watching someone on a swing that's out of control. I don't know which way to look and I'm getting nauseous. Just fuckin’ …tell me what you want." You rolled your eyes so hard at him it felt like you pulled a muscle in your socket.

"Tch. There go ya world famous eye rolls again. You look like ya do when 'm fuckin' ya real good. You're good at those." He smirked. "You're so goddamn dramatic. Always making a scene. Just come back here and help me with this thing. I'll even let you hold my big, heavy tools, k, princess?"

You stood there, arms crossed over your chest. You were ready to throw hands with him if he said anything else. But he didn't.

Instead, he walked over to you and wrapped an arm around your waist. He kissed the top of your head down to your neck and whispered an apology. You could feel his breath on your skin and his body pressed against yours. You couldn't believe he was acting like what happened didn’t just happen between the two of you. 

"What the hell was that, Ken? You're such a ... a ... an asshole!"

He chuckled softly and kissed you on the lips. "I'm sorry, baby. You're right. I am an asshole. But you make me crazy, ya know? Ya little hissy fits irritate the shit out of me sometimes 'n I just explode."

You shook your head. "I don't want to be the one who makes you explode, Ken. Not like that, anyway." You giggled. "That's not why I came over today. I came here to help you. But I didn't even get the chance to. You didn’t give me the chance to. You were in a bad mood when I got here."

"We’ll get back in there and you can hold my tools like you always do. And I'll show ya what to do. Deal?" He looked down at you with a soft smile.

You smiled back. "Deal."

"Think you needa learn a little lesson about how you need to not take that bitchy ass little tone with me, hah? Follow me, now."

You watched Ken walk away and disappear around the corner into his bedroom for a second before what he was implying was registering in your brain.

"Oh. OH, shit." You caught up to him and found him sitting on the edge of the bed, his coveralls pulled down to his waist, he was leaning back on his hands. A vicious smirk set on his lips.

"Yeah, 'Oh shit.' Come here, brat." He reached back and took his hair out of its braid and tossed the tie onto the bed.

You walked over and stood between his legs. His hands were on your hips, gently caressing the  silky fabric of your dress. You were already wet for him and he knew it. It was written all over your face. The way your hips swayed when he touched you. 

"'M sorry I said what I said about what you're wearing today. You look really fuckin' sexy. It's distracting. I think you should take it off f'me." He gestured his hands downward, "C'mon. Get outta it."

You smiled and slid the straps off your shoulders one at a time. Then you slipped the dress down to your ankles, exposing your tits and pussy to him.

“No panties today, hm? You really had no idea I wan’ned your help with the bike?” His eyes were glued to your body. He stared at the roundness of your belly, rubbing it with the palms of his hands, sliding them around to the fattest part of your ass. He squeezed it gently and pulled you toward him, placing kisses on your stomach, moving down to your pussy.

His stubble tickled your skin as he kissed you. You sighed as he slipped his hands between your thighs and spread your legs apart a little more.

"What's this?" He dipped his fingers into your pussy and pulled them out, pressing them against his thumb again and again, holding them up to your face to show you how wet you were - like you were completely unaware of it at this point.

"You know what that is, dummy." You threw your head back, forcing your chest out a little bit more.

He laughed. "Yeah, I know what that is. What I don't know is why. Why ya so goddamn wet when you were just so fuckin' angry with me a minute ago. You like it when I yell at ya?" He was teasing, you knew he was. But his expression was anything but playful.

You shrugged. "It's not like I want you to be mean to me, Ken. But, I do … I kinda like the way you get when you're mad. It's ... hot."

Ken rolled his eyes. "Of course, course ya like it ... little freak like that. Just like when I fuck you hard and call you names." He licked his fingers and grabbed up your ass with a loud smack, making you yell out and jump closer to him.

You nodded. "I can't help it. I like it. And now? Well, now I know you like it too. You wanna fuck me like that, don't you? Fuck me hard and make me scream? Tell me what a perfect little slut I am for you? Tell me what a horny little bitch in heat I am? Fuck, Ken." You lowered yourself down and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. You could feel his hard cock strain against his clothes and he winced as you ground against it.

"Can't help it. You look at me an’I get wet sometimes. Can't fucking stop it. It's like my body is under your control." You whispered. "You know what I like."

He looked up at you with a wicked grin on his face. "Yeah, I know what you like. You like to be told what to do. You like to be bossed around. You like when I put you in your place, princess. An' I'm gonna do that. Righ’ now."

He stood, hoisting you up with him and turned around. Facing the bed, he lowered you down onto it. "Fuckin' slut. Startin' a fight with me just to get this cock. Tch. You asked for it, sweetheart. Fuckin' asked for it today ... 'n you're gonna get it." He shoved his coveralls down the rest of the way, leaving his boxers on and climbed down between your knees, kissing your thighs softly.

He rubbed your pussy with his fingers, ghosting them around your clit, teasing you, making you buck your hips up into his hand. He held your legs down with his other hand and sneered. "Did I tell you to fuckin' move like that?"

You raised your head off the pillow and looked at him, "N-no. Didn't."

"Sorry? N-no? N-no WHAT?" He mocked.

"NO SIR, you didn't tell me to move like that. 'M sorry." You smiled.

"Good girl ... learnin' fast. I like that. Good fuckin' girl. Keep it up, keep learning, keep behaving for me." He leaned down and kissed your pussy softly, moaning quietly into you.

"Hngh, fuck, Ken. Wanna move, please lemme move!"

"Mm-mm. No. Did'n tell ya to, did I? Hold the fuck still, princess." He smiled that smile at you and you could feel your cunt clench up immediately.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Ken." You whined. "I w-, I want it, fuck, please."

He sat up and shook his head. "Nah, nah. Not yet. You're gonna have to wait for it. Be patient."

You groaned and slammed your head back down onto the pillow. "Ken, please. I can't wait. Please, please, please ... fuck you. Holy shit."

He laughed harder than you thought he should have. "F- ... fuck me? You come over here and get all uppity and have the audacity to say that to me. Goddamn it. I don't understand why you keep making me teach you these lessons, baby girl. It's like you need to be taught the same shit over 'n over 'n over again."

You couldn't speak. You could barely breathe. You were so worked up and so ready for him to fuck you relentlessly. But he wouldn't. Not yet. You had to wait. And that was driving you crazy.

"Fuck, Ken. PLEASE. Please fuck me, fuck me. I wanna ... ngh ... you ... so fucking bad. Please, fuck. Ken. PLEASE." You begged.

He chuckled and stood up, motioning for you to take his boxers and pull them down. "Fine, fine. Since you asked so nicely." Take 'em off." You sat up and pushed his boxers down with both of your hands and kissed your way down his abdomen until they were all the way off and his cock slapped against your chin.

You took it into your mouth and sucked on it, swirling your tongue around the tip and then taking as much of it down your throat as you could.

"Fuck, fuck ... that's it, that's it ... suck that cock, suck thatttt cockkkk baby." Ken growled. He pulled your hair back and held it tight in his fist, moving your head up and down on his cock. You moaned and choked, your eyes watering as he fucked your face.

"Mmmm, fuck, you like that, don't you? Like when I fuck this pretty little face of yours. Fuck, it's so fuckin' perfect. Fuck, baby. Look at me, look at me." He lifted your chin and forced you to make eye contact with him. He groaned as you whimpered.

He let go of your hair and backed away from you, standing at the edge of the bed. "Get over here."

You crawled over to him and sat up on your knees in front of him, waiting for him to tell you what to do next.

"Suck that cock s'more, baby. I want to see that make-up fucking ruined on that sweet face of yours."

You took him back into your mouth and sucked him harder, faster. You moaned and whimpered as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock.

"Good girl, g-hah fuck-good fucking girl. Righ' there righ' there righ' there FUCK ... fuck yes."

He held your hair back and thrust into your mouth, making you gag a little on it. You looked up at him, tears streaming down your face. His eyes were closed and he was panting heavily. He was close. You knew he was close. You felt his cock begin to twitch against your tongue as you doubled-down on your efforts. 

He pulled out of your mouth and turned you around, bending you over the edge of the bed. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down your pussy, teasing you, making you moan and cry out for him.

"Ken, Ken ... ple- goddamn it! Ken, pleeeaaase." You whined.

"Mm-hm mm-hm, beg for it, bitch."

You both stopped and stared at each other when he said that.

It kind of surprised you. The both of you.

He furrowed his brows and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He couldn't think of anything to say after that.

You had never been more turned on than at the moment.

You jumped up and quickly positioned yourself over his cock, sitting down just enough that you were sure he could feel you as much as you could feel him. Both of you pulsing over the touch of the other.

"Ken, Ken ..." you whined against his lips.

He kissed you and pushed your head back with his hand, forcing you to look up at him. "Mmm, fuck, baby. What do you want? Tell me what you want, slut."

You moaned at that and sunk yourself down onto his cock, taking him all in at once. "Wan' this, fuck ... wan' you s'bad."

"Yeah, yeah ... you fuckin' do. You want me to fuck you so hard you can't fuckin' move anymore. That's what you want, right? That's what you want, sweetheart."

It was not a question. He flipped you over and onto your back and he began fucking you at a brutal pace. "Fuckin' wanna get wrecked by this dick. Gonna get so fucked out you can't do anything but drool. Fuckin' slut. Fuck ... fuck yes."

You could barely speak. You couldn't form a coherent thought. All you could do was moan and whimper and whine.

He fucked you so hard and so fast, you weren't sure how he was able to keep going. He leaned down and kissed you, his tongue in your mouth, his cock in your pussy. It was bliss.

You screamed out and he bit your bottom lip, growling at you, "Fuck! Fuckin' love it when you scream like that, baby. Keep doin' it, keep cryin' 'bout how good I fuckin' feel n’side of you."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto him for dear life as he fucked you into oblivion. He was relentless and unforgiving. You could feel him tense up and you knew he was about to cum.

He groaned loudly and thrust into you a few more times. You could feel his cum rush into your deepest places. He collapsed on top of you and you both gasped for air.

"Holy shit, Ken. Jesus fuck." you said through deep breaths.

"Right." He chuckled. "Gonna have to be an asshole more often."

You reached down and pinched his ass between your thumb and index finger.

"Hey! The hell ...?" He kissed the tip of your nose. "Did'n mean it. I know better 'n that."

"Yeah, don't forget who this pussy is attached to, princess." You laughed and shoved him off of you so you could help him finish the work on the bike before the day was over.

@kazutora-kurokawa @ryuuc00chie @katkusuo @darkstarlight82 @viburnt @southside-otaku @arlerts-angel

Wtf is this 💃🏽

🗣️🗣️WRITERS AND FUTURE WRITERS, PLEASE LISTEN UP❗️❗️

i saw a few tiktok videos that was very concerning to me and i decided to share some of the knowledge i got because as a community of people who freely write things about characters, we need to protect our work. i have sadly forgotten the name of the tiktok users but if you guys scroll upon it, please let me know so i can properly credit the people.

GOOGLE DOCS IS NOT SAFE❗️apparently google created this AI that allows them to see your google docs documents, fics, works, whatever is in there, let an actual human read it and have it used in an AI without crediting the original writer. so if you use google docs, please watch out for any suspicious new buttons or notifications asking you about allowing access to your documents

THEY GOT THE AO3 WRITERS AS WELL❗️apparently some thieves i am NOT calling them people because who with moral compass would do this shit? are copying, pasting and printing out popular fanfictions on AO3, binding them, turning them into actual books and selling them on places like Etsy WITHOUT crediting the original authors. which is why we can’t find some certain popular fics or authors on AO3 (credit to tiktok user sakuradarling)

TUMBLR IS SELLING OUR WORK/PROMPTS TO THIRD PARTY WITHOUT CONSENT❗️i think i came across a post or two about it. i think my mutual @livelaughlovesubs has reblogged a post about it. check it out and turn on a switch on your blog settings that prevent this. stay safe and protect your works writers

spread the word everyone, because… genuinely what the fuck?

Sunrise till sundown [KazuZana]

~a kakuzana oneshot~

Background music :

Tw: pet names, worship, big dick zana, sub izana, dom kakucho, SMUT, little fluff at the end, bxb, and ofc kakuzana

Pairings: Hitto Kakucho ; Kurokawa Izana

WC :> 1,189

Enjoy

Waking up with his panties wet and his dick hard first thing in the morning was definitely NOT on Izana's to-do list. But procrastinating about it and praying to lord heaven above was definitely added. The amount of times this had happened makes even the almighty father pity him.

Poking it? Tried already. Teasing it? Useless waste of time. Jerking off? The amount of failed attempts are crazy! Getting someone to help? All the women back off after talking big! All bark no bite smh.

Whimpering harmonies and moaning melodies left the plush lips of the tan male. Clutching his 7 inch dick and letting out small teardrops of pain. Having experienced this torture already, yet he wasn't ready for the rodeo to go down once again.

Laying back down on the bed, izana shook off the soft blanket and his lacey cherry-coloured panties, and left his coke can dick standing straight up. Eyes slightly swollen from the tears, but it's nothing new to the man. Looking out, Across the morning, he could see the streets of Yokohama come alive, sounds of the moter of bikes reving surounded him and the loud sound of cars honking. But he couldn't care less, it was just white noise to Izana, who just wanted to get his dick soft again.

The sound of the wooden door of his bedroom creaking made the gang leader choke.

"DON-"

"Hey Izana there aren't any meetings today! Do you want to go get some ice....... Cre...am...."

Kakucho, Izana's most trusted servant (best friend), his childhood homie, the person that knew Izana almost better than Izana himself, was gaping like a fish, eyes wide, mouth open and everything.

Kakucho couldn't comprehend the shock, of seeing his best buddy's snow white hair dishevelled, face teary with glossy eyes and wobbly lips, shirtless pecs and stomach on display, toned legs covered in slick sweat spread out in a perfect V-shape, tensing and loosening at an uneven pace or the fact that izana, undoubtedly one of the strongest gang leaders in Japan, wears panties the same colour as cherry blossoms in spring.

"Kaku-" Izana gasped, hands quickly coming to cover his erect dick

"Does it hurt?"

"What?" Izana was confused, shouldn't Kakucho be embarrassed? Disgusted? Izana's thoughts were overwhelming him and it was obvious as his face had a rose tint that wasn't there before, voice growing ever so shaky and Adams apple shifting in his strained throat.

"Does it hurt? Izana?" The widened eyes of Kakucho relaxed ever so slightly.

Biting his tongue, Izana

"Kaku! It hurts! Please hELP!" Izana broke down, all that anger and frustration that came with his dick not working finally poured out, just like the pre-cum from his cock.

"Hang in there baby" unbuttoning his cotton shirt, kakucho slowly strutted his way to Izana's bed. By the time he got there, he was only in his boxers.

"May i climb on izana?" Although he appeared calm on the outside, his hands were trembling with the thought of touching the majestic man.

"Please! Do whatever kaku~ just help me!" Izana was starting to get bratty, hands smaking the bed softly, and legs spreading wider, and the whines getting even sluttier.

"Patience, My king~" The deep Baritone of Kakucho's voice rumbled as izana's whorish moans intensified.

Veiny and calloused hands wandered around Izana's midsection. Kakucho's large finger found its way to the mushroom tip of Izana's dick. Testing the waters, he moved it in a circular motion, garnering louder moans from the other.

"My my~ who knew that your rough voice could sound so heavenly?" Kakucho chuckled, though, he knew those sounds would forever be etched into his mind, like staples on paper.

Spreading the pre-cum gathered at the top, combined with the sweat from his gnarled palm, kakucho covered the long, grithy, brown cock in his hand, lubing it up and getting it wet enough to not hurt when his scarred hands uo and down. But he concluded that it wasn't enough.

"Spit,baby" Pride? Who? Dignity? Don't know em! Izana threw those out the window the moment Kaku's hand grazed his hard erection. Gathering some saliva, he sat up straight and opened his mouth, spitting into the scarred mans hand.

"Is this enough? Sir?" Batting his long platinum lashes, Izana fell back onto the bed with a soft thud.

That alone was enough for kakucho to get a raging boner,

'but it's Izana's time right now, not yours'

he reminded himself before quickly bringing his wet hand down to the latters dick once again.

"M-more than enough baby~" instead of his words coming out as powerful, it came out as breathy and full of desire. Duel coloured eyes burning holes into the pretty dick of his king, drool practically dripping down his plump lips.

Kakucho stroked the other in an even pace, bringing Izana to the brink of insanity. His dick twitching and spilling white uncontrollably, ethereal orchid eyes rolling to the back of his pretty head. A steady rhythm of "kaku~ ka~haaa~kakuuuu~" was gushing from his glossed lips. His soft, feminine, yet lean arms grabbed onto kakucho's large, beefy biceps, in a way to ground what is left little of himself.

"Faster pleaSE~" kakucho was sure the whole neighborhood could hear his king whine in pleasure, and it left an unsettling feeling in his stomach, but it reassured him, that they all will know who the snow haired beauty belongs to.

"Faster you say?" The once unsure, shaky voice that Kakucho had, was replaced by a confident, teasing tone.

All he got was frantic, dumbed nodding from Izana. The sight was so paltry, that it made the big scary Kakucho coo out in adoration.

Of course, who was Kakucho to deny his king? He obeyed his commands and sped up his pace.

That was Izana's breaking point.

Legs painfully numb, hips bucking up, the way his neck bent backwards could be mistaken from it snapping! Mouth hung open with nothing coming out. Not a breath, not a whine. All sound caught up in his chest as he his first orgasm's intensity took away his soul.

But no. The big bad meany kakucho did not stop. Continuing his actions, even daring to go faster and harder, while completely ignoring his King's pleas for him to cease.

This was his king's first orgasm, and he was going to make sure, that it is the most memorable.

As soon as izana started shooting blanks, Kakucho stopped.

"You were amazing baby, wonderful. You're such a good boy, prettiest boy." Kakucho sang out praise from the depths of his heart, hugging the man closer to his muscled chest, stroking his hair ever so lovingly.

"Th-thank y-you, thank you so much Kaku" with the afternoon rays of the golden sun, shining through the silk curtain of Izana's humble adobe, a kiss, that will secure two lovers forever, took place.

........................

"OPEN UP YOU GAYASSES, IT'S BEEN TWO DN HOURS, KEEP THE FUCKING NOISE DOWN!"

"OH SHUT THE HELL UP KAREN! DON'T THINK I SLEEP SO PEACEFULLY WITH YOU AND YOUR HUSBAND GOING AT IT LIKE DOGS OT HEAT!"

poor karen.

~~~~~~~~

Comments and reblogs are appreciated<3

@awoogaboogahehehehehehe here you go <3333

Haitani Rindou- lovin ain't easy when you were never loved

Rindou, the younger haitani brother. The lesser sibling. The one who's bitchless, and it's not his fault, his brother is just more appealing to women. The sibling, only known as 'Ran's younger brother'.

Rindou haitani, who used to only watch his crush of 3 years, (y/n) Gojo, walking around without a care in the world while stepping on ants. The boy could only hope, hoping that she'll one day look his way.

Rindou who found it unfair that no matter what, he will always be inferior, the second choice compared to his dear older brother.

The younger has always had thoughts.

Sometimes he wishes he was the older brother. Maybe women like that better. Sometimes he wishes he has his brother's carefree personality and words. But no, he just had to have this stubborn, unlovable, stoic attitude. Sometimes he wishes he was standing right next to his brother, not above nor below. Sometimes he wishes he wasn't 'Ran's younger brother' or 'Ran's sibling'. Sometimes he wishes he was never in the haitani family.

He didn't want to be compared with his brother Ran, as much as he adores his older brother, he just wanted to be...... Rindou haitani.

Sometimes he wishes to be.....loved.

Rindo who on the day he found the courage to confess, was so shaky his knees buckled. He was way worse than having to face the blue afro male, Kawata Souya at their brawl. The poor boy came prepared for rejection, ready to leave hear something along the lines of 'i like your brother more' or 'you're brother's more my type'. I mean it would make sense that his brother is more suitable for you. Rindou is only 172 cm (5'8) while (y/n) was 180 cm (5'11). His brother was 183 cm (6'0) which obviously is more comfortable with her height.

He who heard laughing and turned around muttering an apology while getting ready to sprint, basically accepting your mockery, only to be shocked when he was shoved ot your big,soft chest.

It took him a while to comprehend what you said, but once he did it was waterworks. A simple 'of course!' was enough to send him bawling. He wrapped his arms around you with a bone crushing hug while sobbing into your chest.

'Rin is me being your girlfriend making you that happy?' 'You choosing me over my brother makes me the happiest man alive!'

"I promise you will never regret me being your boyfriend! I'll make you the centre of my life and love like no other. I'll do this so you won't have to go through what I did. I might not be the best lover at first but I'll prove that I can do better for you! But do give me time, as after all

Lovin ain't easy when you were never loved '

Likes, reblogs, comments and shares are appreciated<333

part 2 meet and fuck

she didn't notice the gaze for the past 10 mins

a/n pov

'its been years..... wonder when im getting out ? screw youmother for selling me as a test subject to that evil witch! oh? OH? i havent go hard for the past 69 years! is someone actually reading the passage out loud? dammit, cant even jack off with these chains around my hand....'

shinchiro bucked his hips up into the air, he continued to air fuck himself but it wasn't working. slowly and almost unnoticeably, the handcuffs that seals dark magic disintegrated in to the void , anothe unnoticable thing was his surroundings, he was on the floor of the dainty bookshop.

"What the fuck?" only then did the prince come out of his trance.

y/n was staring at the demon's cock like it was the last piece of meat on earth. She wanted a good fuck but her boyfriend broke up with her before she walked to the bookshop. Thank god he did, Shinchiro;'s length was like no other, way better compared to her puny human ex's one. It was HUGE. There was also a lil bit of scales on the underside of the demon's cock.

its like her hand had a mind of its own, she couldnt stop herself

"AAHhn~ don't do that~"

heavenly. Yeah thats it. Ironic isnt it? for a demon to be called heavenly?

"what's your name?"

"Sh-Shinc-chiro"

"Y/n"

"hey you wouldn't mind if you lent me your dick tonight right?"

'hell i wouldn't mind if you keep it-'

Hearing the lewd words from the seemingly innocent man you really coldnt help yourself and stating to slowly pump him. It didn't help that he looked like he didn't know he blurted it out either.

"really baby?"

your once sweet honey voice dropped into a raspy mommy voice, Shinchiro's knees weren't working and he fell to his knees.

"AHHHna~ha YEssss"

only pumping him makes him weak, what would actually riding him feel like?

so you started to drag him up by the hair and once he was standing, you knelt down as slow as you can and started to give his inhumane dick kitten licks.

"y/nNNnn"

having been pent up and blue balled fo 69 years, it didnt take that long for Shinchiro to come undone. And boy did he look like a Greek god in this angel.

Pink tipped dick that was still standing tall after the gush of lust, v line that blended in perfectly. The classic movie waffle abs, and full jay park chest. A new triangle has been discovered as his thrown back head shows the underside of his jaw. And ebony hair sticking to the side of his face and slightly falling back.

should you let your new pet rest? yeah.

but will you do itt? nah.

hooking your arms behind his squishy ass, you took the man down to the floor and straddle him. he was impatient, and tore your pants and threw them across the store. Only the smell of your sweet honey filled his mind right now.

He was whining like a puppy so sweet but you knew this was all just a façade. What lies beneath the mask that hides his dark and unworthy self. Kinky, Sex monster.

Carrasing his face you whispered sweet nothings into his ears until

'SLAP'

" you disrespect me one more time and you'll get something more that just a slap"

" yes master"

Shinchiro has nver felt this way. Back in hell, women threw themselves at him, letting him use their bodies as toys , and letting him succumb into his pleasure. Never once has a women tried to dominate him, and god, DOES HE FEEL TURNED ON!

Taking his cock into your leaking entrance, you slowly sunk yourself down, it hurts like a bitch sure, but soon after, the pain became pleasure.

@yowaimobitch for you ;)))

ima just end it here ig there will be a part 3 ;)))

I really liked ur demonprince shinchiro

I wonder when u will post part two

i might post a part two before April we'll wait and see 💋

i have an update, i can most likly pst the draft tmr not sure when but defo tmr dw, i wont disappoint

NIPPLE PIERCING | BAJI KEISUKE

summary: you are an owner of a tattoo + piercing shop and a pretty boy books an appointment to get both. Reblogs are appreciated~

content warning: piercings and tattoo's, dom reader , pretty boy, semi-public, baji , i know nothing abt tattoo shops, I wrote this at 1:07 in the morning, reader is referred to master,{y/n}-

minors do not read! if you do you will be tainted ig? >:(

Working as a tattoo artist is not as easy as it seems. Sure, it lets your imagination run wild but the constant fear of disappointing your customers and ruining a tattoo is always there.

It's been a long ass day for you and you can't wait to skedaddle the fuck outa the shop, but God was remembering all the bad things you've done like come on man! Burning a child molester's house down with him in it is not a sin!

The sound of the bell in the shop chiming indicated that someone has entered the shop.

'I really need to change the closing time to 30 minutes earlier so they don't come in one minute before the closing time.'

Miss girl was done with life.

One thing great about being a female tattoo and piercing artist was that girls aren't afraid or that shy with you. That's why you more successful than yo big bro ;).

Sure you've had a couple o crushes and minor flings here and there but nothing was serious the other party knew this was not going to escalate more than a make out and neither did they disagree with that.

But boy was your last customer hot. He was panting with glossy sweat trickling down to his neck rose red tongue slightly sticking out and silky black hair looking like he just modeled for a Sunsilk ad. He has some good fashion sense too, with a midnight black choker with multiple silver chains attached to it , amber see-through shirt and lose marine blue jeans.

' Thank god I haven't closed yet! If i did i would have missed this amazing opportunity!'

" hey! What can i do for you?" You said in a slightly raspy and tired voice. And god, was that shit hot.

"Thank god Im not late....." The pretty boy muttered.

"Hey! I was thinking if you're not running late for anything and if you can..... May i get a tattoo and piercing please?"

"Where do you want to get it and do you have a picture of what you want to get?"

" I went it on my chest and the piercing i wantitonmynipple " his words were fumbled and you can't exactly understand them

" honey im gonna need you to speak a little slower on the piercing part"

" I want piercing on ...... my ..ni- nipples" Finally he got the clogged up words out of his mouth but he feels pretty embarrassed about having to say that in front of a lady that is so pretty godly amazing eye-catching magnificent wonderful blessed seggs- ok i'll stop >:).

" OHHH you wanna nip piercinmg? Don't worry hon i've done piercing on a few girls before but not on a guy that's a handsome as you~"

He was ready to bomb himself for the embarrassment but the praise sent blood gushing to his cheeks and especially t his dick-

"Come'on hun gotta lay down... unless you want it standing up"

You tried easing the stranger which you found out his name is keisuke. A hot name for a hot stranger-

the tattoo was easy a feathery arrow with a small pair of chopsticks acting as it's bow.

You deid to innturupt the silence.

" yu know? Funny how a few hours ago a blondie asked for the same tattoo as you. You know em' ?"

"Did he have an undercut and greenish blueish eyes?"

"so you do know him..... a tat for best friends?"

"yeah........BUT IT WAS A DARE"

Keisuke looked like he is pretty embarrassed about getting the tattoo but you find it adorable how eyes darting from left to right wanting to meet anything but yours, the tip of his ears are dusted with a coat of rosy pink.

'if his ears and neck are such a beautifully flushed shade of pink i wonder how flushed his dic- Y/N STOP BEGONE HORNY THOUGHTS'

Stuck in your........ interesting thought process, you couldn't hear baji calling you.

"-Y- EY- HEY? Miss tattoo artist? I've been calling you quite afew times..... are you okay? And you've already finished my tattoo...."

oh. i'm done with his tattoo? since when?

Oh. OH- it's time for the piercing-

I know that I've done this a shit ton of times but gah damn I feel like a train wreck.

A speck of flush sprinkled on his cheeks 😏 as he slowly almost as he was teasing you pulled his shirt off.

OH MA LAWDY LAWD IS THIS MAN 🙏 so damn fineeeee😫😫😫 meaty arms that flex unconsciously as he moves to cover himself pecs that look like real boobies #stanmanboobies.

"s-stop starina-hh"

it's as if your hands had a mind of theyre own. Moving the pads of your fingers around his cotton pink nipples. Steadily swirling them to the background music of the shop. "take it slow put it down on me" and indeed you took it slow just like the lyrics had said.

You ripped of your shirt which now left you with only a sports bra, and climbed on top of the pretty boy. Ploddingly grinding on his rampant crotch you took the tie that was ripped off with the shirt and tied his wrist together.

"M-mas-ter-r sto-p teasiNG"

Master. Master was all he said and only that was needed to makeyou loose all self control.

"you're so sensitive baby~" the tiredness in your voice vanishing instantly and getting replaced with a mischievous tone.

"master please please please PLeASe"

"please what baby i don't know what you're saying" you almost started feeling bad as you know you were being a little mean but KEY WORD: ALMOST.

"ma-master..." keisuke looked ashamed of saying it out loud but you weren't gonna move unless he says it. #airforceenergy #periot

Keisuke looked into your eyes clearly flustered but says it anyways.

"master please ride my dick suck it DO WHATEVER. JUST PLEase use me...." voice gradually shrinking, he pleaded with the last braincell he had.

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hey ! Can I request please the song blank space for Ran Haitani? Like a player/ fuck girl reader ? Btw, I love dead girls tell no tales sm 😩

SEDUCE AND DESTROY

WARNING: reader is basically a bitch (maybe a little bit psycho ? ), 18+, Minors DNI. Explicit smut, mention of depression, guns, nicknames ( love, pretty ), slight degradation, angst.

SYNOPSIS : what goes around comes around, even when your name is Ran Haitani. You only were supposed to be a new notch on his belt, until you wrapped that one around his neck. He messed with the wrong girl, or precisely, with the wrong girl's sister.

Word count : Idk.

-" Boys only want love if it's torture, don't say I didn't warn you. "

You did.

You warned her, cupping her cheeks and looking into her innocent eyes. But she didn't listened, they never fucking listen.

Although it wasn't your place to advise her. She was the eldest, she should have been the one making you open your eyes. But she always has been such a desperate romantic, and they always said you were the whore.

You noticed she has been losing sleep and weight, colors draining slowly off her face. She tried to save her pride first, indeed she ended up crying on your pillow, staining your silk sheets with her tears and mascara. You patted her head, did your best to comfort, promise you didn't even told her that you warned her about him.

Ran fucking Haitani.

You had known too many men like him to not notice, how he was spoiling her rotten, how she saw everything with rose colored glasses at first, being the mafioso's girlfriend.

God, how to not roll your eyes.

You thought she would cry it out that night, all on your pillow, then take some days and recover. But you missed. You saw your sister turning into a wreck, refusing to eat, to sleep, to even go outside until she lost her job, and you had to be there, to drag her body toward the bathroom everyday, to argue with her until she would eat, you have been the one who diagnosed her as a depressed patient and put her in the best facility of the country, being a psychiatrist but a member of her family, you couldn't be the one to treat her, unfortunately.

She always looked down on you, as well as all of your family. She was the soft caring eldest sister, the one everyone always bet on the success. And you were the spoiled youngest sister, the one that had everything by batting her eyelashes, thanks to her stunning looks.

Being beautiful didn't meant you weren't smart though, you ended up being the successful child, much to everyone's surprise, becoming a great psychiatrist, cut off your family and turned into that bitch. The one who got her own money, her undoubtedly irresistible face, and as many handsome guys as her bed could take.

You never cut ties with your sister, however. You could have, but you decided it wouldn't hurt to have her around sometimes, and that was how you learned about her and Ran Haitani.

She was just once more strike for him, but unfortunately, she was your last remaining family. You loved her, despite the contempt she had for you during your youth. She was your first ever best friend after all, as every big sister should be.

And you always had that strong sense of women's solidarity, it had you boiling with anger, much more than you had ever been with any of your breakups since you were always the one to leave.

So you did something bad. Again.

It felt so good, though. Most fun you've ever had.

Now all he thinks about is you.

The first night, the devil wore Prada.

You didn't even needed more than that Prada dress to get him paying attention to you, you always had what you wanted, he wouldn't be an exception.

He was handsome, you had to admit. And he had that something, that if you didn't paid enough attention would pull you down by the ankle deep in his lures.

But you knew better.

From the very first conversation you had with him, you knew the kind of man he was. A narcissist, you never trusted those, but they loved you, you were like a beautiful prize for them to show off.

-" shit, stop being a tease " he had grunt while you trailed kisses down his chest, reaching his lower part. Your smile grew wider, you looked up at his blindfolded eyes, then at his hands which you tied behind him on the bed. He had agreed much to your surprise to let you take the lead, it probably had something to do with the lap dance you almost made on him first.

-" tell me what you want " you had whispered in his ear, slightly biting this one at the same time, Ran's breath hitched and he buckled his hips against your clothed cunt while you straddled him.

-" be my pretty baby and ride daddy's cock like you mean it ".

You had smiled, and placed a wet hot kiss on his lips, then out of nowhere, you got up and left without another word. You had to be quick, he could undo that tie around his wrists anytime he wanted, and it didn't took him long to understand after hearing the room's door closing behind you.

You made the sprint of your life that night back to your car, you had the fun of your life running away and laughed like a ten years old while driving home, Imagining Ran's anger.

You had it right, he was mad.

You could see it on his face when he spotted you, only somedays after at one of the gala events Bonten threw, by luck.

It wasn't luck, it is Karma, Ran Haitani.

But he seemed to have fallen for the way your eyes widened and your breath got caught in your throat when you saw him there, he believed you were surprised to see him there.

No but seriously, what would a fucking psychiatrist be doing at a Bonten event ? Did no one beside you have more than two braincells?

You had trouble getting an invitation, but you managed to do it thanks to one of your influential patients.

You knew it was him, the minute you felt arms being wrapped around you from behind, hands resting on your lower belly, and a head nuzzling in your neck.

-" The minute I let go, you better run. Unless you want 'em to see how 'm gonna wreck this pretty pussy".

You didn't, and you never regretted it. You had to admit, he was one of the best sex partners you've ever had, you wondered if it was what kept your sister coming back for more when he treated her like shit.

-" I bet that hurt good, didn't it, love ?"

You moaned when he thrusted harder inside you, he literally pounded in you, having you sitting on that bathroom sink.

-" Looks so good with your pussy stretched 'round me like that " his hands squeezed your hips harder and his mouth sucked on your collarbone, you clenched around him tighter and it got him cursing in a strangled moan.

-" Love y'just so good, might have to keep m'baby a little longer".

He did. After cumming for two or three times that night, you gave him your number, and that's when Ran Haitani's downfall started.

Night after night, always in his house, that way you could always leave first in the morning, slipping between his arms tightening around you.

He never sees it coming, what you do next. Going on for weeks not answering the phone, letting him thinking he had enough of you, your body. Only for him to find you on his bed like a late night devil, wrapped in your best lingerie, for him to take. His bedsheets knew your skin better than anyone.

-" Sometimes I don't know if you love me or you want me dead ".

You heard him whispering, one morning, as he brushed some hair out of your pretty " sleeping" face. There must have been something off with him, Ran noticed. It was taking him too long to get bored of you, the other girls didn't felt like you, they didn't kissed like you did, they never left like you did.

-" Stay, please " he begged. You moaned, he was grinding his morning erection against your lower back, leaving wet kisses on the back of your neck. He was ashamed of himself, he never begged for someone, or anything.

But there was just this girl he met at the club, she was so smart, every co-worker of him was telling him she was too good for him, that she would understand it and leave for good, that she was the best thing he would ever have and the worst loss he would ever experience.

You were just a moment.

You lived for leaving him.

Even though you promised you would not, before he closed his eyes at night.

And he would wake up to an empty cold bed, one he would try to fill the night with one or two other woman, they looked good, they felt good, but they didn't left him, they stayed, and it was eating him alive to constantly wonder why you were the only one to always leave.

He started seriously thinking about his co-workers words. Were you too good for him ? Who did you think you were to treat him this way ? His pride took a hard punch and he promised he would have you broken by the end of this.

-" Gotta make you mine " he growled, having you for the first time on your office's couch, the same you treated narcissists like him on. You knew how it would work, and you let him think he owes you.

-" come inside your baby, Ran " you moaned his name in a way that had him rolling his eyes, leaning in your touch with your hand on his cheek, had him spilling thick white ropes inside your while you milked him oh so good, as no other girl knew how to.

-" get outta... My fuckin' head " he surrendered, body falling on yours once he was done, head between your breasts. Your hand flew to his hair, caressing it tenderly. During moments like this, he could swear you were the best thing of his life, so tamed, so gentle, and his. You made it look so easy, smiling at him like no one in his life has never did.

But the worst was yet to come.

Once he claimed you his, once he thought you finally accepted to stay as long as he wanted you to, you made all the tables turn.

It stroke harder because he has thought he would have you crying once he started bringing other women when you weren't in his bed, he knew you were smart enough to notice the slight difference of perfume in the bedsheets.

Sitting on his leather armchair, glass of Cognac in hand and a cigar in mouth to contain his smirk when you gripped his chin, leaning against him with a burning anger in your eyes.

-" you really are fucking the new trendy actress... "

You could see how proud he seemed to be, lazy smile on his so handsome face, hair pulled back and bare tattooed chest that stopped breathing when he heard your next words.

-" and didn't even thought about bringing an autograph to your baby ?"

Okay, it had been hot at first, your carelessness. But now, it really started getting on his nerves and scratching his ego. He was a sadistic man, he liked to inflict pain around him. Ran Haitani's favorite dish was his victims sorrow, yours became his number one priority, cheating as much as he could and trying to hurt your ego, still treating you nice enough to keep you next to him.

But for every lie he told you, you tell him three.

" Famous fashion designer Mitsuya Takashi spotted with new girlfriend in town ".

This title has been in the front page of celebrity magazines for days. Days where he punched harder and harder on his punching ball, killed nearly three of his men out of anger, he couldn't just get that picture out of his head, you kissing Mitsuya fucking Takashi the same way you used to kiss him.

Hitting 150 on the dash, seriously thinking of flipping the car over. He has been drinking while driving down the highway, only thinking about what to do to you.

Kicking against the door in the middle of the night like a cop, and you had the guts to give him those doe-like eyes when you opened it, batting your eyelashes in your heavenly white nightgown.

No need to say one wrong move, and his cock would be splitting you in half.

-" You should've known there's no way out of this, of me, unless I put a fucking bullet on your skull".

He had you in a split second against the wall, stretching you to no end, and though you haven't even been prepared, you welcomed him better than ever, so warm and tight around him, half-lidded eyes and a sly smile curling your pretty lips.

-" Whoring yourself to that dipshit, think he can fuck you like I do ?"

-" Oh god !" You tightened your legs around his waist, eyes rolling at the feeling and he thrusted harder inside of you, almost breaking your back against the wall.

-" Use your fucking words. You're a slut for my cock, love. This needy pussy's mine only, hm ? "

He could feel how his words made you tighten around him, he digged his fingers deeper in your thighs skin, balls heavy and guts boiling inside.

-" I fuck who I want, you should feel lucky t'be one of them " you smiled as he gripped your chin harder than ever, nothing but hatred in his eyes, clenched jaw.

-" Would'ya shut the fuck up or should we put this mouth in better use ? "

Your fucking smirk, he would rip it off.

-" needa fuck you bathed in his own blood f'ya to take it seriously?"

The jealousy, such a foreign feeling for him, one you ignited, and he hated you so much for that. He perfectly knew Mitsuya could be a better boyfriend than him, his friends wouldn't tell him you deserved better, you would never leave him alone in his bed in the morning, you would get upset if he ever cheated on you, and if he had to be honest, he wouldn't even cheat on you.

-" so cute you wanna kill for me already " you grunt and rode his dick when he wasn't moving anymore as a punishment. " Besides, I know he... Beat the shit outta you and your brother years ago, no need to wear these balls now ".

It was the first time you saw a gun in your life.

And had it in your mouth, too.

-" that's how you gonna end. Blood and cum, a bitch's fate. "

Anyone would have been afraid, crying and begging. And you ended up crying, but only because you came undone around him at the same time, throwing your head back, swollen lips around his Glock, creaming white circles on his length.

Insane. A psycho bitch.

He fell in love.

He knew it the day he threw his favorite whore out of the house because she just didn't sounded like you. He tried having her from behind, avoiding looking at her face to forget she was not you, it still wasn't enough for him to come.

Weeks where you avoided him, he didn't knew you were visiting your sister out of town, he was turning crazy. Smelling your scent in his bedsheets until he decided to burn them all, seeing your face in his dreams, he was hooked.

And everyone kept telling him you were bad for him, Rindou absolutely thought about kidnapping you, he had never saw his brother in such a state. Even though Ran played it cool, it was always about one more drink, always about a new violent outburst, Kakucho tried putting him back on his feet too, saying how toxic you were, and that the game wasn't worth the pain.

Ran often played this game, but you played the players.

A witch, his friends called you. But everytime you were around him, they can't look away. Can't have enough.

-" Just how much dirty your game got ?" Rindou had asked him once, as he was drinking at the club, still waiting despite it was late because you said you were coming, deep inside he knew you never would.

Yet he couldn't just leave. Do they think he hadn't even tried ? Do they think the infamous Ran Haitani would let himself turn so pathetic ?

-" Her every fucking lie gives me butterflies".

He had whispered, head almost falling on his brother's shoulder. Rindou sighed, he knew it would be easier to talk to him when he was drunk, since he was always claiming he had everything in control when he was sober.

Months were enough for you to tame him, thanks God you were an expert on human behavior, and knew exactly what strings to pull and when to do it.

You used his pride and ego to get to his heart, and to think everyone thought Ran Haitani's weakness was his dick...

You indeed ended up getting bored. Though he was absolutely gorgeous, and it took you longer than usual to get enough of him, but everything comes to an end with you, unfortunately.

He took it like a big guy when you told him you were done with him, smirked and moved on, got himself another plaything.

Or let everyone think he did, at least.

Because late at night, he wasn't sleeping.

Two in the morning with the rain pouring, there he was, at your front door, soaked from head to toe.

-" You're looking insane. " You remarked, his shirt stuck to his skin, his hair was falling on his amethyst eyes that by the way seemed bloodshot from whatever he took.

Blood on his shirt, rose in his hand.

You were looking at him like you didn't knew who he was.

His chest hurt too much, his heart was bleeding to be close to you, every cell of him screamed your name, dark circles under his eyes were the proof.

You love was consuming every spark of hatred he had for you, the shame of being such a wreck disappeared when your pretty face opened the door, when your sensual lips parted from surprise.

-" don't throw away a good thing ".

It didn't seemed to, but it sounded like a plea coming from him. His face remained stoic, though the rain added a dramatic touch to the scene.

He was there, heart on his hand, rose on the other, surrendering, you beat him at his own game.

Now you had him crawling back to you, almost on his knees. He was ready to give up on his flings, ready to give you the time he refused to give to the other girls, he just needed his heart back in his chest, you ripped it out and threw it at his feet, could you at least take it back ?

Because Ran Haitani had everything for him, and he was used to it. But you were the one thing he just couldn't have, as cliché as it was, praying on you endlessly made you the only thing on his mind twenty four/seven. He was only a human after all, always thinking about someone would make him fall for you inevitably.

-" you spent the change, Ran. " You made few steps toward him on the front porch, starting to get soaked yourself under the rain.

Your hand came resting delicately on his cheek, he leaned the slightest bit against your touch, you smiled sweetly at him, a smile that made his heart sink deeper in his chest.

-" It's over, baby. " You whispered, tiptoeing to reach his lips where you placed a deep, breathtaking kiss, he grunt in your mouth, like a wounded puppy.

His heart missed a beat when you pulled out, he looked at your face and he could have sworn he saw his wife, what you should have been.

Your eyes on his were the only thing that mattered, soaked face and wet eyelashes, glistening lips, not the rain, not the tingling sensation in his chest, not his hurting ego.

-" All I can give you now is a closure, only if you stop begging me to come over. "

-" Think anyone's gonna love you like me ?" A nervous laugh left his mouth, he ran a hand through his dripping hair and kicked angrily at a pebble that was on the ground.

-" hey " you pulled him back to you by his shirt, just as you always pulled his heart back everytime he tried getting away.

Your head nuzzled in his neck, and for a second, he would have liked to pretend everything was okay, that everything was perfectly fine between you two.

-" I'll never forget about you ".

This confession could have made him feel better, yet the way you said it put a knot in his throat, got him clenching his fists.

Every single lie you told him, every single kiss and smile you gave, everything built up to this moment.

When you pulled out.

Made a step back.

Though your clothes were soaked, though he could see your body through it if he wanted to, his eyes refused to leave your face for the last time.

The face that broke, not a man, but a god.

Ran Haitani.

-" For what's it's worth, Ran. " You started holding your door open. " I'll hold what we had forever in my heart".

He snorted, Ran turned his back to you, and let the rain wash away the pain on his face, his throat was so tight that he thought he wouldn't be able to talk.

-" your heart got teeth, baby. You'll chew it up. "

You lowered your head since he couldn't see you, you didn't added anything. It was cheesy, but he was right.

And if things were different...

-" If I really was the god I pretend to be, I'd turn back time and hold you closer Instead of my damn pride ".

Was it really Ran Haitani who was talking ?

Was it really regret and sorrow that you were feeling?

-" I'd treat you like fucking Mitsuya would have. Even better. Give you my fucking word, baby, I'd give my all t'ya ".

Now that was your throat that was tightening, it was too hot, not outside but inside you, and though you were soaked with rain, you never felt dirtier.

You wanted to scream at him to turn, to look at you while he was saying this, you wanted to cry, but you would never.

Never.

Not after what he did to your only family.

-" I know I lost the right to do it. And I know you played me like a damn violon. And it's pathetic but I can't help but still fucking love you with every last part of my heart you crashed. It probably sounds awful, but I'm sorry I never was the shade of him, sorry I've never been enough. "

But it's not him that I-

That is what you would have said, if the world was perfect. Your breath got caught in your throat, just as the words you would never utter.

-" Gave you every freaking part o'me. Yet it never been enough, rotten would never be good enough".

Did he just knew how rotten you yourself were ?

-" All I'm askin' you now. Love, give my damn heart a rest. "

Don't leave.

You really thought you said it, but when you saw him starting to walk away, you understood you were too good at goodbyes.

-" And know that a piece of me will always be with ya. As much as I hate it, and hate you. " A dry laugher escaped Ran's lips. " Bitch, I will never not love you ".

And it was with a pang in your heart, that you closed your front door, resting your back against it.

You figured out, you didn't wanted to hurt him. You regretted it.

You wished you didn't hurt him that much, you wished you stopped when you had enough, when you got your revenger for your sister.

But there are just some lessons we can only learn through failure and pain.

That game was a curse, the rotten one was you.

It wasn't even a game, it was a bomb.

And a bomb always hurts more than just one person, you knew it when you felt warm drops on your cheeks, you knew it when your legs gave up and you slided against the door until you were on the ground.

If things were different...

If the world didn't stained both of you this much...

He was a jerk, but in the end, he tried.

He fed you with love, yet you fed him with words.

The spoiled youngest sister held her knees against her chest and hid her head between them, not a sob would leave her mouth, she promised.

She was supposed to be the whore, whores don't cry.

But if things were different...

No one would ever know.

He would be nothing more than one more name on your hit list.

A blank space.

And you write.

Ran Haitani.

NETWORK : @downtown-roponggi @tokyo-ballroom

Note : idk how this turned out, but I love the song challenges, hope you like it reader !

Other requests are soon to come !

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𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐮 𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮?

Warning : some really cute things, Smut, 18+ Minors DNI. Tenjiku boys being head over heels for you, funny -unfunny jokes, you've been warned. We basically meet tenjiku and toman as Rin's girlfriend first than as Seishu's girlfriend.

Synopsis : this is a new concept I thought of making, I'd be making some short stories, and you'd have to chose between two Tr characters. The plot will follow eight questions, and I'm just so excited for this because I don't think I've ever seen it anywhere, Hope you'll like it !

Please don't forget to tell me your choice in comments, reblogs are appreciated so I could do other characters <3

𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊 :

1- How did you two met ?

There was only one empty bench press machine left, and damn Kakucho kept talking about the next mission Izana gave them. He only dreamed of one thing, finishing the workout and going home,and when the chance finally came and Kakucho started his own workout, frustration took over him not only because the machine was now occupied.

But by a girl... Like, Rindou had nothing against a girl working out, but bench press, seriously ? She literally is supposed to have boobs, why working for the pecs ?

You were at your second set-up when a shadow towered above you, looking up you were greeted by the sight of purple hues, blond and blue locks.

-" Yes ?" You inquired, still busy lifting the weight.

-" jus' wanted to let you know the squat bar's empty " he shrugged, you frowned.

-" That's great from you, thought I didn't remembered asking. "

-" Huh ?"

His frustration seemed contagious, since it started getting to you. You perfectly knew what he meant by bringing the squat bar, men at the gym could be so misogynistic. In a great effort, you put back the weight and sat up, adjusting your sport bra and peered up at him.

-" Look, there's that guy right there " you gestured toward a man who was also doing bench press. " He's also on the press, why won't you tell him the squats bar's empty ?"

A scoff left his mouth, you frowned.

Cute, he thought, the crease between your brows and eye color brightening under the light was pleasant to watch.

- " Look, princess. " The nickname sounded as venomous as a snake bite, he leaned against the bar you were sitting in, resting on his arm behind you, face only inches away from yours.

Didn't he knew personal space ?

-" I admit you did those set-ups impeccably, and you look really cute in your little outfit" that smile, that damn smile he flashed you only dreamed of wiping up.

-" But you gotta admit there's some exercises you shall leave to men, we don't want you hurting those pretty tits of yours now, would we ?"

Through the blaze igniting your nerves, you chose to crack a smile, one that took him aback. That has nothing to do with courtesy, the way you licked your lower lip and pushed him away was just a war declaration, the most divine one.

-" Sit down. " You cold stone tone took him aback, as you lied back down on a bench.

-" What ?"

-" I said, sit down. "

And there, as you looked at him, your sword-sharp glare cut right through his chest, a warmth spreading as if you really drew blood out of his heart.

-" Sit down and watch me do the men's workout. Watch me doing what you do all while I'm bleeding. "

Something happened for the very first time, in between the sweating bodies around, the loud music and cheers, he'd felt his cheeks heating and he was not even working out yet.

You were the type to go against the wind, and you blew him out.

2- How did you come to see each other again?

After days of chasing the shadow of the " annoying chick " at the gym, he finally got to talk to you again. You were not competing for the same machine again therefore the conversation was less heated than the first time. Starting with a simple teasing smile you could not help but curl everytime you see him, a nod coming from him from afar, to exchanging songs and workout playlists. You remembered the first time he'd talked about that restaurant near the gym, and remembered it was the first time you both thought of seeing each other out of the gym.

3- Your first kiss

Thinking about it with closed eyes, and there you were again in their house's rooftop. The walls inside were throbbing from the loud music of the party, and outside, the wind was playing with the fabric of your skirt and hair, soon you were startled by his familiar voice.

-" Hey Batman, do you know it's rude to run from a party someone invited you at ?"

A small smile curled your lips, the moment you turned toward him you saw him climbing from the same window you took to come there.

-" Hey Robin, I never thought you'd notice my absence honestly".

He could laugh, he could really laugh. A dozen pretty girls on his house and he spent the evening with his eyes glued on you from his DJ setup, he could really laugh.

-" Shit, I'm not your sidekick" he sat next to you on the rooftop. " And I just came here to smoke". Lie.

You only nodded, turning to look at the stars who were particularly close that night. You knew it was rude to leave the party that way, yet how could you help it ? Little by little, all those girls around him were playing with your nerves, triggering your insecurities, and Rindou seemed so unaware of every heart beat he stole from you...

-" I should probably leave, it's getting late."

Silence, it's not like you expected anything from him... Or maybe you should ?

One second away before you getting up, his hand reached for your wrist, pulling you back down, when you opened your mouth to talk, he beat you to it.

-" I always notice. Always when it comes to you. "

And there, your heart was beating like crazy in your ribcage. You turned toward him, and stole all his attention from the sky.

A starry night in front of him, but all he had eyes for was you.

-" You don't have to, we're only friends since months-"

-" Friends don't have me looking at them that way. " He tucked a hair strand behind your ear, your eyes got lost on his so close face for a second, before a light laughter escaped your mouth.

He was fascinated, for a second, how graciously your laugh danced on the night spring's wind.

-" What's so funny ?" He whispered, nose almost bumping against yours, your smile has stole his heart from the stars.

-" You. You talk like you just came straight out of a mushy novel. "

He frowned.

-" Would'ya stop running your mouth of should I fuck the breath outta you ?"

Though you still smiled, his sterner tone made your heart stumble on its own beats.

-" From the first time you knew I had no zipper in my mouth. " You rolled your eyes, only for him to grip your jaw, rather gently despite his fierce glare.

-" Oh love, I'm begging you to give me a reason to taste these lips"

It always was him striking matches and you playing with fire, and you leaned in, whispering against his lips stories of all the soon shared warmth.

-" Tell me when I'm supposed to shake from fear, 'kay Haitani ?"

Enough.

That was chemistry, your lips touching his, and it setting fire to his mind.

Moving your lips against his, sometimes brushing it with your tongue and you could already feel the heat starting to grow in your stomach. It was not even about kissing a new girl, but about how your lips fit in his, about the roughness of his hands and the softness of your cheeks, and about the grunt that escaped his mouth when you pulled away.

-" Now that's a problem " his lips grazed yours with each word, he had no strength to open his eyes to see your frown, too caught in the feeling. " Might want you to talk back more often".

4- Did he fell in love ? Did he confess ? + 5-first time he got jealous :

-" Don't follow me, I said !" Your voice raising under the rain, you were a yelling mess, wet hair and sticky dress, but you couldn't care the least as he chased you through the parking lot.

-" You don't get to tell me what I should fucking do, and don't think about raising your voice again. " His hand wrapped around your arm to turn you toward him, only for you to pull your arm away.

-" What's your fucking problem ?" He asked, frustrated at the rain soaking his clothes, and the scoff you just let out.

-" My problem, seriously ? " You yelled, voice quivering. " You just almost sent my friend to a coma and ask me what my fucking problem is ? "

-" oh " a dry laughter escaped his lips, looking away. " So it's about him, again ?"

-" Yes !" Shouting at his face, aiming a dagger at his heart. " If you've got anger issues, go see a doctor instead of sending my friends to see them ! "

He loathed anyone shouting at him, that was one of the things Rindou could absolutely not take. Clenching his fists, he made a step toward you.

-" You don't get to talk about anger issues when you're making a scene here. "

-" cause yeah obviously I'm the one who made a scene in the party " you scoffed, Rindou raised both his eyebrows, a disgusted look on his face.

-" Whoring yourself to him and you talk about making a scene ?"

It took you two seconds, experiencing the stab in your chest before answering. You just hoped he wouldn't hear the tears in your voice, the rain did a good job masking them.

-" We were dancing, and we're friends. And you don't get to call me a whore again. "

Pulling his head back slightly, Rindou was taken aback by your cold tone, so long since he's heard it, so striking...

-" Oh spare me. If you're dumb enough to think that asshole only wanted to dance don't come at me with that shit. "

Maybe his mistake was letting his heart spill too much from that sharp voice, but the second the frown between your brows disappeared into a confused face, he knew, you knew, there was no coming back.

-" let's admit there was something more than friendship " no, don't admit. The lions roaring in his head were already louder than the rain pouring. " Why would it even be your business ?"

-" I don't give a fuck about your plaything. "

-" Okay then why did you even beat him ?"

Stay away, he wanted to scream as you approached him, finger pointing to his chest. Stay away from him, with the rain all over you, with your wet hair and lashes, with your raw beauty and face. Stay away from him, you and all the things you made him feel.

-" Why ghosting me after we kissed ?" You insisted, hues digging hoes in him.

Stay away, you and your rollercoaster that made him sick and euphoric.

-" It has nothing to do with the kiss. " He clenched his jaw, nerves clearly beating from anger.

-" Why all the girls around ? Why more than usual ?"

-" Shut the fuck up..."

He was losing it, you knew, he knew, the rain knew, and sure the neighbors did.

-" Why pushing me away, Rin' ? Why me-"

-" Because I don't wanna fall in love with you, shit !"

Piercing the air, could a bullet come back after being launched ? Could the words be taken away ? After the worlds finally collided ?

And what a scene, under the rain at night, emptying your lungs at each other, spilling the heart's blood on the not so skillful tongues.

That was just the way you loved each other, intoxicating, complicated, consuming...

But at least a heart break feeling was better than no feeling at all.

-" I don't wanna fall in love with you... " He repeated the words, as if for himself this time, low tone, lost eyes, realizing he was fighting a feeling all along.

Rindou Haitani, you don't fight a feeling with bullets. You don't fight a feeling.

-" Well just don't fall in love with me!"

-" Kinda fucking too late. "

He spat his heart in your face, voice coming down, breath slowing, as well as the rain calming down.

No, a bullet never comes back once launched.

Nor words fall to deaf ears, when the hearts talk.

Nor the worlds separate once the mouths collide.

6- Your first time together :

That night, that damn same night.

Your first kiss on the rooftop was shy, clumsy, but that one, the second was messier, hungrier, angrier.

The rain came back with a vengeance, clapping on the car's window as the only witness of your chef-d'œuvre.

Passionate, so much that the lips wouldn't leave each other even when he'd be pulling your dress up your head.

-" Fuck, how 'm I supposed not to hate you when you're so perfect ?" Rhetorical question, since as soon as he finished drinking in the sight of your breasts, he leaned in to take one in his mouth, while his hands began playing with the other. You started pulling at his hair, shamelessly grinding your hips against his hard on.

And with the pneumonia having an eye for you two, screaming soaked in the night, then undressed inside a car- you even forgot to turn on the heater- never has he felt such a rush of fire and gasoline through his veins.

Clothes were thrown, in a discarded poem around the passenger seat, aching for a taste you both never had, slave of the feeling as your cunt hugged his cock for the first time, better than you'd ever dreamed of hugging him.

-" Love, you're driving me out of my fucking mind..." He whispered in your ear, biting the lobe.

-" Rin', faster, please, faster !"

-" Anything, any damn thing you want. Shit, 'm gonna fucking ruin you, carve my name in this tight pussy, yeah ?"

They say you can't love someone with your fangs ten feet deep in their artery.

or maybe no one ever said that.

But the way that love was biting on both of your fleshes made it hard to find which fangs was it, and which blood was pouring, red, so red with passion and love.

-" Gotta... Oh baby, gotta show you the love my words never could ".

7- what do his friends think about you ?

Damn Rindou and damn his tendency of keeping you in bed as long as he could. Now as a result you had to get ready for your girl's night in their apartment with the poor amount of make-up you had in your school bag, all while listening to their loud conversations downstairs.

Yes, because in addition of keeping you until you were too late to your dinner, he had a meeting and left you alone to dress and make-up.

In conclusion you had to hop in the unique outfit you had on hand, and you weren't sure it was convenient for a classy restaurant. Naturally, you thought about asking your boyfriend, what you didn't thought about was the six pair of eyes landing on you the minute you reached the kitchen.

You immediately froze, their gazes biting each uncovered inch of your body and probably tearing the fabric covering the rest. Your only anchor amidst that ocean of testosterone being your boyfriend, sitting on a chair next to his brother.

-" What... Go back to the room. " His voice changed quickly, noticing his friend's lingering gazes on you. You frowned, he perfectly knew you hated receiving orders.

-" I needed your help for something actually, before I leave " you gave him a suggestive look, one that meant get your fucking ass out of the kitchen for a second, he looked about to answer, and suddenly was cut off by the one at the edge of the table, a white haired man.

-" what's her price ?"

As much as you didn't understood what he meant, Rindou straightening his posture was enough of a sign to tell you it was not a good thing.

-" Boss, that's actually my girl"

Why was he... oh !

You frowned and looked back at the one he called " boss ", what in the three words you had said made him think you were Rindou's slut ?

The latter didn't flinched,eyes still digging holes in you before answering.

-" Cute nickname, that was not my question though. "

Okay, he's a prick. You concluded, seeking your boyfriend's help but that one was ready to break the table with clenched fists, jaw so tight it could dislocate.

-" Boss " a new voice brought everyone's attention to the owner, a scarred man with heterochromatic eyes. " I think what he meant was, that she's his girlfriend..."

Finally someone with some common sense!

-" Shut up, Kaku. You weren't solicited. "

Now you didn't knew anything about their friendship, maybe that was the reason why you got offended instead of said-Kaku when the white haired boss talked to him that way, he in fact would never feel wounded by his king.

But there was just something about, those uncommon eyes meeting the ground that stirred your heart, made you take a step toward that one and put your hand over his shoulder.

-" Hey, don't me rude to him"

Oh how you didn't even knew who you were talking to, or who you had your hand on.

Instead of even taking your order seriously, Izana's lips curled into a smile, how of a reckless butterfly, he wanted to burn those wings.

Rindou's eyes narrowed toward your hand on Kakucho's shoulder, well if you could call him Kakucho. Anyone else would've called him a blushing and stiff mess under your touch.

-" I don't know what's happening, but I'm here for the drama " That was Ran's voice, Rindou didn't even needed to check. Sure would he like to see him struggle, he still didn't swallow the fact that you were the first one he refused to share with him, when he asked for you weeks ago.

-" Why is Kakucho even the one who gets touched " Shion whined from where he was sitting on top of the counter. " He's like, the less attractive of us all".

As some scoffed, Izana sharpened his glare toward the latter yet you were faster to react.

-" Hey ! He's handsome !"

-" I'm, I... I mean" chasing the ghost of dying words, Kakucho struggled to even breathe with your enticing perfume filling his nostril, your soft touch, let alone Rindou's glare on him.

-" she only says that 'cause he stood up for her " a new voice, one you didn't knew was Mochi stated, you frowned even more.

First a slut, then a liar, what next would they accuse you of ?

-" That has nothing to do with that, I think in fact he's the most handsome of y'all, look at his face !"

Whether were you that oblivious or just playing with the poor flustered boy, his heart stumbled on its own beats the minute your brought his head against your chest, hands around his cheeks to emphasize your compliment. Stealing wide-eyed gazes from the guys around and a begining of a hard on from the one crashed against your breasts.

Could he help it though ? One pretty girl he'd never thought would even look his way holding his face so close to her heart and tits ?

-" My Room. Now. " Rindou pushed his chair, standing up and if a glance could burn you'd be nothing but ashes right now.

-" After you, babe. The most handsome here after you, sure. " You corrected, still holding Kakucho's head. And God you were usually smarter than all of them reunited, were you playing with him ? Was it your revenge at him for keeping you that long?

-" I think Kakucho died " Koko stated, gesturing to the stiff man, he snickered to himself.

-" No, he's just discovering he can actually do other things than peeing with his dick " Ran snorted quietly.

-" Gotta film his reaction when he'll know the stroke doesn't bring children". As Kokonoi and Ran were clearly enjoying themselves too much, Shion got closer to you.

-" uhm" you turned toward the boy who just tapped your shoulder. " I lack tenderness too, my mother left me when I was a kid. In a... Burning orphanage, yeah... That's why I'm so hot basically ".

Your eyes widened, hands releasing Kakucho's head and glaring at Shion.

-" If anything I'm gonna burn you after that " Kakucho mumbled, you might have missed the death stare he sent to the one who interrupted the kindest touch he'd ever received in his whole life.

-" So. Your price ?" The white haired one brought your- outraged - attention back to him. " What ? Kakucho can come too, if that's what you want".

-" Shit, why him ?"

-" yeah why him ? I literally have a heart boner for her- ouch !"

The slap echoed loud against Shion's cheek, your hand hurt but it was all worth it. Ran could testify, since him and Koko were laughing 'til tears filled their eyes.

-" go fuck yourself" you spat, disgusted by the grin he made right after.

- " Why don't you join ?"

-" Okay that's enough " Rindou who didn't found it funny at all started pushing you away of their eyes, that was the main reason why he never cared to introduce you to them. You were pretty, and cocky, but the main thing that emphasized their desire was the fact itself that you were his, their dirty hands craved nothing but the forbidden.

-" Or at least come and watch me do it !" Shion shouted from the kitchen when both of you left. Koko, recovering from his laughter answered him.

-" You're pathetic. "

-" At least I'm not bitchless, like you " the latter shrugged, yet the proud smirk on Hajime's face emphasized his curiosity.

-" Not for too long. "

Ran, who knew better than anyone Kokonoi's ways smirked with widened eyes.

-" Oh you didn't... "

-" You'll apologize to your brother, when she'll notice the business card with my penthouse address I slipped in her bag ".

𝑺𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒖 𝑰𝒏𝒖𝒊 :

1- How did you two met ?

Strange to think, your first love was the one to lead you to the second.

As if, your heart knew all along Rindou wouldn't be there. Only some days after you dropped Rindou's old ruined bike at D&D motors, thinking about surprising him with it once he got out of jail. You'd wait for him, you promised, you'd wait...

As if, his heart knew all long you were something else. Because when you walked in, between the bikes and heavy material like a daydream, sundress gently swaying with each step, the first hello didn't sounded like the last.

-" You really don't know anything about bikes, d'you ?" He crooked an eyebrow at you, then you flashed a smile and apologized for your inexperience when all you should've apologized for was stealing his breath.

That day you met Seishu.

Seishu Inui is the young boy in the road to ruin, waiting for a never coming train.

2-How did you come to see each other again?

The guards wouldn't let you see Rindou anymore, he said it was for your own good, that you deserved better than to wait for someone like him.

You spent the last weeks thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end. But every Friday you watched it begin again.

With every coffee you brought at his shop with you, picking up a piece of the stumbling mess he was and tying them together with a smile.

Through his impenetrable wall, you were the light seeping in and through his stoic face the small smile beginning. You'd watch him working on Rindou's bike, peering up at you from time to time while you rambled about your day or anything else.

Seishu Inui is the young boy in the road to ruin, staring at a light flickering at the end of that road.

3- Your first kiss

Eight months.

It took him thirty two fridays, thirty two coffees, thirty two stolen heart beats and lingering stares to ask you out.

He'd been spending the last eight months telling himself the goosebumps would die, the yearning would maybe get poisoned by the routine but it never did. Until he started missing you, not only on Fridays but with each look at the spot you usually sat on at his shop, missing you with every breath he took.

Idiotically killing time with you until every moment without you murdered his skin.

Both your outfits weren't convenient for the restaurant Kokonoi had recommended him, you laughed a little too loud when he accidentally spilled all the salt, and your arms around him felt like home when you both ran away from that bourgeois place, riding his motorcycle.

-" I'm shivering from cringe... Never again. " You laughed as you both leaned against the bike, staring at the landscape through the hilltop.

-" It wasn't... That bad " he countered, looking at you. You tilted your head and narrowed your eyes.

-" You nearly fought the waiter 'cause he wanted to open the champagne bottle for you".

-" He weighted like ninety pounds, what in hell made him think I couldn't open it myself ?"

You just rolled your eyes and turned stargazing, giving him an opening to stare at you for a while. Odd, that within just months your face had been imprinted behind every flutter of his lashes.

That such a dreamless soul like him found itself yearning for something as shallow as a face, but he swore he could dive chasm deep in every shy touch of yours.

And when you turned and met his eyes in the dark, he could never forget how home felt for the first time.

Maybe you were just playing house in the ruins of him, but then your stare made him feel like the prettiest dust.

-" You... Look good " he breathed, so so out of breath. You scoffed, a night sky lightening his perfect blue hues and he was the one complimenting you.

-" You just were in a place where every fifty years old looked better than me, please, Sei' ".

-" I don't care what you think" he cut you off, hand pulling your wrist until you were standing between his legs, facing him.

-" Cause I think you look fucking good under the moonlight. And I don't think you wanna know all the ways I crave to rip those insecurities outta ya ".

Survivor's guilt.

It made Seishu carry his own living body as a burden his whole life.

But your butterfly-light touch reached his cheek, and those wings lifted the burden out of him.

Your touch was life itself, when all he ever wanted was death. Then why was his heart suddenly so eager to breathe ? To beat?

-" I don't see how you could do this" your hand lingered on his cheek along with a playful smile on your lips.

Unfair, that he found it in your smile, shallow, so shallow...

That thing he's been searching from the bottom to the top, something to hang on, he hung on the life because there was life in your smile. Deep, so deep...

-" I... I can kiss you " he drank in the crimson adorning your cheeks. " And I think, I'm gonna kiss you now ".

Seishu Inui was the young boy in the road to ruin, staring at the light coming closer.

Because you kissed his lips, and he found his train.

The train you rode to his road.

4-Your first time :

-" Shit, is this okay ?"

He was so sweet, always asking for permission even when he was obviously painfully hard. Standing between your legs while you were sitting on his desk, somehow your shirt met the floor and Seishu's hands rested on your pants, asking for access.

-" Yes, I'm ready for you, Sei' " You answered, he grunt, kissing your lips and slowly sliding your pants down until you were in your panties and bra in front of him, and soon the latter joined your shirt on the ground.

-" Swear t'god I've never craved anyone that much " he whispered between two open mouth kisses on your breasts, enjoying your fingers tangling in his hair.

He was so overwhelmed, heat burning his guts. He couldn't bring himself to feel guilty, even with calloused fingers digging in your cotton soft skin, sharp teeth marking your pristine, not when his mouth were between your legs and yours was calling his name better than heaven had ever did.

-" Cum f'me, pretty girl. C'mon, lemme make you feel as good as you do " his soothing voice rocked you through your high, drinking your release as if you were his fountain of youth.

-" Want you " cupping his cheeks, you had that way of holding him like he could shatter anytime.

And Seishu swallowed hard, hands holding your hips. You two have been beating around the bush until the desire left you bruised and sore, but never went that far.

Fingers intertwined, eyes met.

You let him in, though it was your love who knocked at his door.

-" So fuckin' tight, love you're too good to me " he hissed, sliding with every inch he could deeper in you, deeper, he wanted every more he could rip of you, selfishly.

Seishu Inui has been living a life he believed didn't belonged to him, stolen from his sister.

And it hit him hard, once wrapped in your arms, once in a lifetime he felt that that life belonged to him, and that him belonged to you.

-" Sei', fuck, stop containing" you whined, passing your thumbs on his clenched jaw while staring him in the eyes. " Want all of you, I won't fucking break. "

Maybe not you, maybe he was the one who could break.

-" Why... " He threw his head back, sliding slowly out of you though he was dying to go faster, he couldn't, his meer touch could crash you. " Why me, you could have... "

-" Why don't you get you're important to me ?" Lifting his chin to meet his eyes, you tilted your head to the side. " You're worth it. I... I love you ".

Why'd you came like a rainstorm when he was a house of cards ?

Why'd he asked for death but had you stealing his heart and taking his breath away ?

And he'd came back to life with a harsh thrust, one that had you screaming his name until Draken probably heard it from outside the shop. He clung to you, fangs deep in your flesh. You'd bruise, you'd probably bruise from his love, but he was mesmerized by how you took all of him, his rough, his harsh, his violence and turned it into the best moans he had ever heard.

-" I... Fuck, pretty girl, gonna stretch you real good... " He kissed your neck as an apology for a harder thrust of his hips.

-" Sei', I'm close... So, so f'cking close" you whined, his thumbs wiped the few tears that slipped away from your eyes, drunk on the feeling of you, high of the look on your face.

-" keep me there, love. I'm a fucking... Begging mess, keep me in your pussy. Keep me in your heart. "

Safe and sound, because he found home between your walls.

5- what do his friends think about you?

Seishu was a secretive person. A man of few words, but ever since he befriended Draken, his friends were always trying to rip the words out of him.

Though he couldn't be humanly more closed, they found a way to figure out something has changed since few months. He was lesser and lesser hanging out with them in D&D motors after closing, suddenly using his phone more frequently, and it was honestly impossible not to smell the feminine perfume on his shirt.

They insisted, and insisted to know until snapping the last string of patience Inui had, and he had a lot. But with Chifuyu and Takemichi clinging to his butt daily, he ended up agreeing to let them know the truth behind the smile he'd flash sometimes, more frequently, recently.

He planned it all, inviting you at the usual place they ate ice cream at, having all of his friends sitting at one table while waiting for you, they'd only meet you for a meer second before he'd spare you their presence.

And God was he stressed, not that they might not like you, but scared he or they might ruin the best thing that ever happened to him.

-" Okay " Inupi brought everyone's attention to him, standing up while everyone else was sitting. He had his usual jaded expression, but Kokonoi being his childhood friend knew better.

-" When are we gonna meet her ?" Hakkai whined, impatiently looking at his already empty bowl of ice cream. Inupi frowned.

-" Hold on, I've never said you're gonna meet her " they were going to, actually. But he just, still needed some time to realize.

-" Hey don't touch me " Kokonoi brought everyone's attention, moving away from Draken who was sitting next to him on the bench.

-" Heh ? I didn't touched you, what the hell is wrong with him ?" The braided snapped back, and Hajime flashed a disgusted face.

- " you did. You touched my clothes with your dirty arm. "

-" What did you just said about my arm ?" Draken turned to face him.

-" That it was dirty, and back off. You smell like motorcycle oil, did you... Oh fuck, don't tell me you style your hair with motorcycle oil? "

-" I'm gonna cut your fucking tongue and feed it to the dogs" Draken's voice dropped dangerously as Kokonoi stuck out his tongue.

-" Guys, don't think it's time to fight. We'll meet Inui-san's girlfriend soon " Takemichi's voice cut them all, but when Inui was about to answer he has been cut off by Koko.

-" And who are you again ?"

-" You're kidding me ?" Takemichi inquired, ignoring Chifuyu's laughter. " We literally see each other at every battle ?"

-" You see him at every battle. " Draken corrected. " Motherfucker is so blind he even needs glasses to spot big ass Taiju. "

-" shut-" Kokonoi who was about to snap back at Draken been cut off by Nahoya's loud voice.

-" Is this her ???" They all turned toward where he gestured, where a woman in her mid-forties stood up.

-" seriously, who invited you ?" Seishu wearily asked, Mitsuya snickered.

-" He probably meant you have a mommy kink"

-" If someone has a mommy kink out there, it's probably you Taka' ".

-" What ? I'm not... "

-" Nah because I don't care about your mommy kink, I just can't stand his smell. Need to use the bathroom. " Kokonoi stood up, throwing a death glare toward Draken who gave him the middle finger and walked toward the bathroom.

-" Their restroom better be in a good state " Hakkai stated, quickly followed by Mitsuya.

-" Dude's as wealthy as to close the damn shop for sanitary reasons " .

-" No but seriously " you heard the one you knew as Draken saying as you approached your boyfriend from the back. " Did you really had to bring that bitch ?"

-" Excuse me ?"

Your voice stole their attention from Draken, and soon, figuring out the misunderstanding all of their eyes widened, even Inupi's usual jaded face was water under the bridge, since he was clearly having a cold feet.

-" How did you just called me ?" You repeated, passing by Inupi and getting closer to the table. Draken, who has never been impressed by a single guy just stood there, wide eyes and clenched jaw.

-" I... I swear to God, this is not what it looks like " he started.

-" Dude just chose the guiltiest statement of all time " Mitsuya desperately tapped his forehead, you narrowed your eyes at the braided blond.

-" Wait, does that mean she's the girlfriend ?" Takemichi asked, wide-eyes. You turned toward the new voice and smiled, shaking your head and offering him your hand to shake, saying your name.

-" Damn, she's hot !" Did he think he was whispering ? Because the way everyone's eyes landed on Smiley made him figure out how loud he was.

-" Yeah I mean, are you here by consent?"

-" Blink two times if you're held hostage, three times if you're paid, four if you find me handsome" A blond with green eyes leaned over the table, talking to you as you eyed him curiously.

-" Guys-" Seishu hissed through gritted teeth, yet soon cut off by Takashi.

-" That's not very nice of y'all. "

-" Yeah, especially considering how hard it must have been for Inui-San to find someone " Hakkai nodded.

-" Oh shut the fuck up, you're not helping... "

-" Can I take a picture with you ?"

-" Do you have a sister ?"

-" Do you love black cats ?"

Okay, were you predestined to be scared away by all your boyfriend's friends ?

-" No, not your business, and what ?" You inquired, strangely staring at the blond again.

-" Wait, does it mean the moans I've been hearing last time in the shop... " Draken's eyes widened as your cheeks heated. " Goddamn, Inupi. You're one lucky motherfucker".

-" is she a mother ? " the loud guy, again... " Are you a mother ?"

-" Wait so he really has a mommy kink ?" That was Hakkai, confused as hell, still blushing widely when you looked at him because damn,you were the prettiest pair of eyes to ever land on him.

-" I'm Mitsuya, by the way, but you can call me Takashi ".

That one has been the only decent one to shake the hand you stretched, and God when you smiled at him, his cheeks heated so much that he accidentally kissed your hand instead of shaking it.

-" Enough. " Calloused fingers reached for your arm, your boyfriend had never pulled you rougher next to him. " Y'all met her, now it's time to go-"

-" Wait !" Kokonoi's voice yelled from afar, as he was getting closer. " I didn't got to-"

Words died in his throat, meeting your gaze. Both of you stood there, wide eyes and stolen breaths, he remembered you, you remembered him.

-" To meet her... " His voice dropped, as his hand fell on his side, Inupi tilted his head at his childhood friend's reaction, your heart started racing faster.

Don't say it, don't say it... It still hurt as hell to remember Rindou, and the hurricane he brought in your life. Don't say it...

-" She's pretty, right ?" Nahoya smiled to Koko, which gulped down, stared at the latter and nodded.

-" She... Is. Glad to meet you " his dark eyes landed back on you, a conspicuous look sending shivers down your spine. Somehow you found the strength in you to fake a smile.

-" Nice to meet you two ".

He knew you were Rindou's ex, the one who caught his co-worker's eyes, the one who caught his too. But he saw the lightness by which Inupi's touch lingered on your back, the slight curl of his lips seeing the smile you gave to his childhood friend, no, he would not ruin that. Not with something long gone.

-" Guess we're done here now " Seishu, with his arm on your back started guiding you toward a different bench, knocking damn too good his friend's would be talking behind his back.

-" Okay, how the hell did he managed to find himself such a hot stuff ?"

-" I read somewhere that girls love sad eyes " Chifuyu stated.

-" Well, he didn't sounded that sad, fucking her dumb on my desk. " Draken added.

-" Did he called her mommy ?"

-" What ? Fuck, bro I don't know ? What the hell ?"

-" You guys are gross... " That was Kokonoi, tired of life.

-" Okay but now I'm curious. " Souya who As been silent brought everyone's attention to him. " Inupi's a blondie, but are Blondies actually... Blond, down there ?"

-" Oh fuck you... "

6- Does he get jealous ?

Living as the shadow of someone already long gone, Seishu's eyes were accustomed to the darkness of always being the second choice. It was alright, until you put him for the first time under the spotlight, there was only him for you and that, that was the most addictive drug he could ever think of.

Because it's been almost two years and when Ran called you to let you know they were out of jail, you've seen all the world you built away from the Haitani shatter. He just asked how you were doing, and you offered to meet him to give him the bike you planned to gift his brother first, it would be better to give it back to Ran instead.

" whose bike is it ?" The question has been holding the tiniest corner of his mind, dusting and dusting until it was old and gray enough. But the day you showed at the shop to bring it back with you, he watched that poisonous flower bloom again, and somehow the words were too sharp for his tongue to utter.

Alas giving someone the power to fill the bullet holes in your heart, also means giving them, the bullets that goes with.

Because that was not Ran, who showed up. He knew it because, he promised himself, just a glimpse of who you were meeting and he'd go back to the shop.

-" here. " You launched the keys toward him, he caught them in a nick of time. " You'll tell Ran for me, that I thought he was a man of his word, unfortunately he's just a boy who likes to talk. "

As you went to turn around, Rindou's hand reached for you wrist, turning you toward him. Seishu nearly threw his bike away to come, but he saw you already could do without him.

- " Don't fucking touch me" you warned, pulling your wrist away, raising your voice. Rindou sighed and raised both his palms in the air.

-" Okay, okay! Just please listen to me, you don't have to talk, just listen. "

You scoffed, crossing your arms against your chest, and he waited for you to talk but you didn't, it surprised him that you would actually listen to him.

-" Look, I know this doesn’t make up for anything, but… I did it for you. So you’d be safe. Because I… care about you. A lot. "

Another scoff left your mouth, gaining a frown from him.

-" I'm serious, I... I could've never protected you-"

-" Did I ever asked you to protect me ?" You cut off, a sarcastic smile on.

-" You don't have to ask me to, you're my girl-"

-" Was. " You corrected, he gulped down.

-" Was " he admitted. " But what we had was- fuck" running a hand through his hair, he slightly turned to look away because damn your gaze was still as intense as ever.

-" I won't go around pretending what we had- you, were not the best fucking thing to ever happen to me. "

It truly has been, and damned would he ever be if he couldn't see a blessing when it looks him right in the eyes.

-" You have some nerves... Coming here and talking about what we had, when you were the one to ruin it. "

-" Back off !" You added when he made a step toward you. Through his clenched jaw you could see he was holding back, not used to anyone giving him such a cold shoulder.

-" You can hate me all you want, I'd never regret putting you before my own damn happiness. And you have some nerves assuming, for a selfish motherfucker like me, it wasn't torture to push you away. "

That was why you wanted to see Ran, because deep down you knew Rindou Haitani cut too deep in your skin for time to ever heal you from him. That was unfair, that with some words and his lilac hues, that pathetic expression on his face could make you question everything.

-" I don't know what you want from me... " Your voice dropped, Seishu's heart too...

And maybe that heart was glass and you dropped it.

- " I moved on, I... "

-" I could act like the good guy " Rindou approached you, testing the waters. " tell you It doesn't matter if you forgive me or not, that I just wanted you to know the truth. "

A scoff left his lips, his hand reached for your chin to tilt your head up.

-" But we both know I'm not the good guy, and we both know ain't stopping until I gotcha back to my house. "

-" Rin', no " you pushed him away, and though it hurt, he took it, he would wait.

-" You ain't gotta make your mind up right now, I waited for two years. And I'd wait a whole fucking lifetime if that means I'll got my girl back. "

But a whole fucking lifetime won't be enough collecting all the pieces of your heart you split to both the guys...

7- Did he confess ?

All along he thought he got himself tied together with a knot, a frayed knot.

Indeed funny to think all along there was that invisible string tying him to you, main reason why he couldn't ignore the tide pulling him to you through the last days where he tried ignoring you.

That tide, the moon, and him standing in your front porch.

-" Oh, a ghost " you joked, leaning against the door frame.

Funny because he perfectly knew, as much as he has been a shadow along his life, he would never be a ghost to you.

-" I've been " he made a step toward the door, scratching the back of his neck. " Quite busy with the shop and... The bikes "

-" Hm, hm hm yeah... And without lying what does it look like ?"

Seishu froze, but you flashed a playful smile that made him warm up.

-" I've been... Thinking "

Okay, this is serious. You concluded, smile faltering as you invited him inside, but he only ran a hand through his hair and stood there.

-" I... I need to know, do you... "

-" Yes ?" You insisted, tilting your head.

-" Do you still love him ?"

Your heart missed a beat, swallowing hard, you bit your lower lip, something you got from Seishu.

-" How do you... "

-" No because I just... Need to know, if I'm... "

He couldn't believe the words in his mind, so many years building an arsenal, watching it falter with insecurities.

-" Enough ? "

Just the way his voice dropped slightly had your hand flying to your mouth.

No, no no it wasn't what you meant. You wanted to break his guards, not his heart.

-" Baby, you're... Shit, you're more than enough " you approached him, holding his hand in yours, and God did the moon shine brighter when those pretty lips of him curled with a smile looking at your intertwined fingers.

-" I like the way your hands fit in mine " he uttered. It might be wrong, his hands tough, but yours were warm and it told him there you belonged. " And, the smell of your conditioner on my pillows. Recently I can't go a day without the coffee you bring-"

-" I kinda knew that one " you smiled too, but when his eyes met yours, it fell.

-" What I'm tryna say is, I'm a one man wrecking ball. "

A waste, all his life he was perceived as a waste. But he fit so, so well in your hands, and inside you. Could you call a waste when it found where it belonged to ?

-" And, I shouldn't even have lived in the first place-"

-" Seish-"

-" Shut the fuck up. " Your face has been wrapped between his calloused fingers. " But you. You m'pretty girl, hold my face like glass. As if the cursed man I am couldn't break you in one single touch. "

-" I don't get what you mean..."

-" Would you stop interrupting ?" His jaded eyes bored in your soul, and you were suddenly obedient.

-" I wasn't supposed to live. "

With each word, your heart breaks a little but you chose to let him go on.

-" I hate that I have to be alive instead of her... "

You knew he talked about his sister, he'd told you about the tragedy once, you could never forget the look in his eyes as he told you those tales...

And though he has never wanted to hang on

-" And I hate that you make me love to live a life that's not mine. "

Still he was only an outcast who found home.

-" but in you, I found me. "

Holding your face in his hands, Seishu and the young boy in the road to ruin finally parted ways.

-" And in you, I found love. "

Now how to put together a heart tore up in two ?

When love comes in two, who could you chose ?

Oh god I've put my whole heart into this, And honestly I wouldn't know who to chose but DON'T YOU FORGET TELLING ME WHICH ONE YOU CHOSE.

Reblogs are appreciated 🖤

Tell me if you guys like this new concept so I can do other characters, and tell me if you have ideas of who you want me to put together !

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I'm annoyed so im slandering someone :)

heyy so im annoyed with stress cause yeah so im slandering someone today~

character: Akashi takeomi

now lets start with his hair first

Now listen I bet he thinks his hairstyle’s cool and all and I know I can’t disagree BUT he looks like a badger never mind a badger but you know if you go to a painter and you give them your car and go like  

“ hey I just scratched my car the paint last time was shit can you re paint it and make it look cool?” 

So the painter goes 

“ yeah alright you can pay me after im done.” 

Now you wait until tomorrow to go check on the car 

The first thing you see on your car is black matte black 

You go 

“ oh that’s pretty neat” 

Then you move your eyes slightly higher 

“ oh ma shit it lookks like a badger !” 

You turn a bit  

“ holy shit! Mr. Painter slapped a supreme sticker on it! It's so cool!” 

that's what his hairstyle looks like, he went to a painter, not a salon told the painter to make his hair look dope painter spray-painted it like a car and slapped a yellow supreme badge on it.

BUT I LOVE HIM SO IT'S COOL >:)

im fucking lonely at home and i'll listen to anything and everything

Reblog if you are a safe person to talk to

You can message me or send me an anon anytime, ill listen! Even if you just want to come and talk about your life or your worries, ill be there.

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OUR CASTLE IN THE SKY — kakucho

𖨆♡𖨆 kakucho x fem!reader

¥ hounded by the tenjiku gang for aiding naoto tachibana on his beloved sister’s murder case, you come face-to-face with its top heavenly king one night in a dreary alleyway that changes your life—forever.

$ DARK CONTENT, MDNI, reader gets kidnapped by kaku, kaku is an assassin, future tenjiku timeline, Stockholm Syndrome, bondage, Dom/sub undertones, pushing my closet perv kaku agenda, service dom!kaku, pussywhipped!kaku, dubcon, noncon, hints of cnc (consent non consent), dubcon recording, gunplay, knifeplay, overstimulation, cumplay, facials, cum eating, cunnilingus, blowjobs, fingering, humiliation, degradation, tease and denial, edging, creampies, begging, gags, pet names (too many to count), mentions of pregnancy, blood, torture, mentions of food, mentions of injury, mentions of past trauma, mentions of murder, mentions of rape, greasy underground talk, language, explicit smut, heartbreak, mentions of abortions, mentions of guns, a smoke bomb, soft sex

≈ 23k+ words

The night sky was moonless.

No sliver of light was permitted past dense clouds to illuminate your still figure leaning by a wall, breathing heavily. 

Asshole.  

When you had gotten the coordinates to a safehouse that was hidden from Kurokawa Izana, you were sure it would be the right place to rest. To ease your restless soul after days on the road with nothing but fear and adrenaline as a steady diet. The shake in your hand was insurmountable, and you clenched your fists, bitten nails digging into your rough palms. 

After days of being on the run, you were worst for wear and looking more worn down. It was not your fault that you had no access to running water or a safe place to rest your head. Your hair was mused and tangled, dark circles hanging from your eyes and the stench of one too many cups of coffee on your breath. Someone could pass you on the street and mistake you for a lunatic on the loose from an institution.

You made sure to never stay in one place for long. 

But, you had to backtrack. 

As one of the city’s top analysts, you were on the beck and call of multiple police precincts. From criminal geolocational footprints to bank statements holding incriminating evidence, your services were used far and wide by bodies of law looking to uphold the balance of justice. Little did you expect that a side project you took on for a detective called Naoto Tachibana would spiral you into this fate.  

It started with a bullet in your mailbox that had your name etched on the side. After that, dead animals started showing up in front of your apartment, and the moment you realised how far you had already waded into the deep end, it was far too late. 

Kurokawa Izana, one of the Tokyo’s most notorious gang’s leader, had set his sights on you and there was nothing that could dissuade him.

You had stayed in one position for far too long. 

Tightening your grey trench coat around your shoulders, you ducked your head down. The swollen clouds gave way to light patters of rain and you shuddered, cursing the impending downpour that exacerbated your hair’s bedraggled state. 

Shivering now from the biting cold, you turned the corner and almost screamed. 

A man, hidden half in shadow and half in light, peeled himself from the wall adjacent to your escape. You didn’t have to fully glimpse at him to know who the notorious assassin was.

Hitto Kakucho, one of Tenjiku’s heavenly kings and Kurokawa Izana’s most loyal dog fixed you to the spot with his heterochromatic eyes.

Red and white. Dark and light. The scar running down his face aggravated his mean mug; you had heard about how he had gotten that laceration. Cement truck collides with family of three coming back from a vacation. You had read the archived papers on him back when you were in the thick of your research on the elusive Tenjiku gang. Never in your worst nightmares would you have guessed that you would be staring into the eyes of its deadliest king. 

I’ll always look out for you. A vivid recollection of his subdued blue hues shining with sincerity. You’re under my protection, Y/N, and I will never let Tenjiku hurt you, no matter what. Tears sprang in your eyes. Liar. You stumbled back into the hard brick wall, the hopelessness of your situaiton seeping in. You fucking liar, Naoto Tachibana. 

“L/N Y/N.” His hands were stuffed in his pocket, the drizzle clinging to the ends of his midnight blue strands and tip of his shapely nose. His plush lips were set in a hard line, and you had no doubt that in his hand, hidden in those lapels, was the pistol that would end your life. 

A deer frozen in headlights had a better chance of survival than you did in this situation. Where others would run or try their hardest to fight for their life, you remained rooted to the spot, wide-eyed and unmoving. The world’s most pliant prey.  

He probably thinks I’m easy. But, then again, it wouldn’t matter what Hitto Kakucho thought of you now. You were as good as dead; now, no one would find out your fate becasue Tenjiku’s strongest was just that good at covering up his tracks. How many nights had you gone over bizarre murders and freak accidents? Men whose bodies were burned beyond dental records, teeth pulled out and crushed into fine powder. Women who went missing because they reported to the police on disturbances down in Yokohama bay.  

The one string of red they had connected to them was apparent—each of them tried and failed to go against the might of Tenjiku. 

And now, you would be just another notch in their deadly tally. 

You resigned yourself to your fate, meeting death head on. Squaring your shoulders, you narrowed your eyes at him, unwilling to back down and greet your ending like a snivelling cry baby. Taking it on the chin like a good agent would; like your father had once done when he served the badge, unafraid and valiant till the end. 

You took in a deep breath and exhaled in equal measure, your voice steady and firm when you returned his greeting. “Hitto Kakucho.” 

•

Kakucho was perturbed that you were not making a run for it. 

Most men twice your size would have tried to bolt away, only to be blown right in the head from his unmissable killshot. Yet, here you were, still standing albeit trembling violently. 

The top of your head barely brushed his shoulder, and yet, the brazen manner in which you held his gaze could be admired, if the gun in his hand did not weigh heavily with the strain of his mission. 

Izana’s drawl ran in his mind: Find that bitch and end her, Kaku. Naoto cannot get an advantage over us. 

It was against his moral code to ever touch or harm a woman, and his king knew this. Then why, Kakucho’s glare wavered—why did Izana send him out on this mission when other men wouldn’t think twice of lodging a bullet into a woman’s skull? 

(After they had their fill of them, of course).

He heard the stories—of women battered and bruised beyond recognition, their dignities stripped away and their bodis dumped at the side of the road like carcasses. Kakucho stayed away from those men who didn’t have a shred of compassion left in them, despite how his own streak of kindness was as slim as it came. As much as he was a vile beast, Kakucho remained staunchly firm that women and children were off limits from his cruelty. 

His mismatched eyes flickered up and down your frame. Tinier than him, with not a shred of muscle or sign of strength that he could find observe from your trembling form. Easy prey. He turned the gun in his hand, debating if he should make this quick or draw it out. Since Izana did not give him explicit instructions to torture you, he settled on the former and was about to remove his gun when you cried out.

“Don’t!” 

Kakucho halted his movements, dual-tone eyes flashing.

The woman before him struggled to form her words, and he knew deep in his bones that he should end her right where she stood to avoid any more conflicting emotions, but something about the shine in your eyes and the pucker of your mouth stopped him. 

“I know you must think I have it out for your gang,” you started, “But, that’s furthest from the truth. I can help you.”

Never in his life had a victim so casually walk up to him. Not even the most hardened yakuza gang members had this much courage to face down Tenjiku’s underboss, and here was a woman who was half their height and weight stepping forward, determination lining her features. 

“You need an insider to Tokyo PD, right? I can—”

“Are you turning sides? In front of me?” 

You clamped your mouth shut, aware of how Kakucho’s loyalty preceded him. Close enough to be Izana’s mad dog, but still firm in his standing to expect the same fidelity from his men. You had to tread carefully.

He doesn’t give you time to retort, and your back meets the wall, a squeak ripped from your mouth and bouncing off the dingy alleyway. Immediately, one leather-gloved hand slapped muffled your cries and your eyes flashed, staring up at your assailant. Waiting for him to pull the trigger and end your life right where you stood. 

But, Kakucho did not do such a thing.

He studied you, like how a scientist would to a specimen that was baffling them. Those incongruous eyes flickered across your features, tracing them again and again until you felt flayed open for him. 

If his hand was not clamped around your mouth, you would’ve asked him what his deal was. 

“You’re not afraid of me,” his deep voice rumbled in your ear, and you surpressed a shiver. You sensed that it was imperative for your life that you held his gaze. Feisty. He liked it. There weren’t many people in this world who were brave—and stupid—enough to underestimate his ferocity, but Kakucho was a man that treasured oddity. “I’m letting you speak, but if you scream, you’re eating a bullet.” 

He removed his hand and you gasped, your shaky fingers grazing your chin. With your heart thudding a mile a minute in your ribcage, you were completely floundering at his unusual show of mercy. As far as your findings concluded, Tenjiku was a ruthless gang which chewed and spat out anyone who was deemed far weaker than them. You decided not to squander your chance and cleared your throat. 

“I know the connections you have. Hotels, spas, restaurants, financial trade. But, what you’re missing is a hub. A person who can manage and control every aspect and who has a history of coding and hacking. If you kill me now, you probably won’t the chance of finding someone like me who is willing to help.” 

He took a step back, raising a brow. Deliberately, he swept aside his coat lapel, the glint of his gun in its holster stealing your attention. Silently telling you: don’t try to pull anything funny, bitch. 

You didn’t, firm in your stance. 

Kakucho looked you up and down, and before you could react, he grasped your hands together, forcefully spinning you around; your cheek slammed into the closest wall, jarring your chin and knocking your head back.   

You gasped, “What—”

“Shut up.” 

You had barely had time to scream when a zip tie was procured from his pocket and he bounded your hands together, pulling them tightly so you could not even squirm in the restrictions. Your mouth was stuffed with something and a separate cloth was pressed to your nose, filling your senses with pungent fumes. 

“Mhm!” your struggles barely roused him. Your head started spinning and it had nothing to do with your stolen vision. What’s happening to me? 

The world tilted on its axis, and you fell into the blackhole of your mind.

Losing consciousness in the blink of an eye. 

•

“—done.” 

You tilted your head to the side, slowly lolling it to the front as your lucidity came back piece by piece. 

“Yes, the girl is dead.” A pause and you chose the most inopportune time to groan softly. “Oh. That was just one of Ran’s whores.” There was a clipped silence where he did not say anything more. “Sure. Thanks, boss.”

In your line of vision, his boots sharpened from a blur to aching focus, and you gasped, snapping your head up and trying to shoot back to your feet when something restrictive held you back. Your heart sank. Ropes. Like a dead carcass hanging to dry, your arms were held over your head, feet bound together and your body swaying slightly as you tried to find your equilibrium. 

You were in a room of some sorts, with a wide bed draped in black satin sheets unfurling behind you, your arms held up with some rope through a ceiling hook protruding from the low wall. In front of you, Akasaka spread herself out like a glittering whore, the city’s lights drowning out your fear and leaving you almost blinded. 

Kakucho sauntered over to you, even deadlier up close. His stare was unyielding and he toyed with a knife in his right hand. You barely had time to react when his next words rattled you to your core. 

“Unfortunately, you’re dead now.” The underboss’ words rang in your ears, and you cried out when he gathered the front of your trench coat, tip of the blade hovering dangerously close to your throat. 

“Please—” you barely had time to choke out when he raised the knife and sliced it through… your clothes? 

The loud tearing of your trench coat stunned you in disbelief and a new wave of fear rose when your outerwear slipped apart to reveal your bare body. There was no telling who was more surprised—you or him when your nipples hardened under his scrutiny.

“You—” words eluded him and Kakucho swallowed hard. You had never seen a yakuza go red in the face like this. “You’re naked… underneath this coat?” 

He trailed the last part off into a question, as if the answer was not obvious itself. You made a strangled sound in the back of your throat that was halfway a shriek and a moan, hiding your face behind your arms. 

“What the fuck—”

“I had no time to even change after my shower,” your voice trembled, but you managed to get the words out miraculously in one coherent sentence. “Your men hounded me for days and I… that is to say—”

“Save it,” though his tone lacked its usual biting edge. He darted his eyes from your face to the ground, blatantly ignoring your bare chest in front of him. “Thought I could get rid of that ugly coat—” he trailed off, suddenly unable to bear your proximity. 

Kakucho stepped back, expression hardening. It was sickening, but he had a job to do. So, he was going to use your bare body as a leverage to get the answers to his most burning questions. 

Tightening his grip on the pummel, he advanced closer to you, so impossibly close, you could lean forward and press your lips to his. “Start talking, or else I’ll leave you naked right here, hanging for days.” 

The shame burnt through you like an inferno and you hiccuped on a sob when he poised the sharp tip right at your protruding soft belly, where the rip of the seam ended. 

“I-I was approached by Naoto Tachibana to help him solve the murder of his sister.” Those words unrburdened themselves from your lips like a confession. “And he wanted some dirt on Tenjiku to build enough evidence to raid your warehouse. That’s why I was hired. Not to harm any of your men, just for i-information.”

Your shining eyes and gasping mouth told him that it was no lie. 

But, Kakucho was raised from a young age to never trust anyone besides Izana. The knife sawed through the seam, and your shriek bounced off his bedroom, rattling his eardrums. 

“Information? Is that what you call hacking our systems and jamming our comms?” The sound of clothe tearing was deafening in the stark silence. “Answer me, Y/N.” 

“Y-yes,” you gasped out, eyes screwing close, face turned away in pure shame that a man was savoring the sight of your body so freely; how openly he was toying with you. The scrunch of your brow, the tears beading in the corners of your eye should’ve told Kakucho that you were terrified and wanted him to stop. But, he did not miss the slight stuttering of your hips, how your breath hitched a little higher when he ran the blunt edge of the knife down your bare belly. 

You loved this, it dawned on him in realization. You loved being taunted with danger. 

That was treacherous information in his hands. And he used it well. 

Kakucho was no stranger to finding out a person’s weakness and using it for his own advantage. Part of the thrill of interrogating a suspect was to report on his findings and let his underlings handle the dirty work of torture, his job as an upper executive finished and he could wash his hands off clean to attend to other matters. But, on the rare occasions, Izana would ask him to personally handle the tormenting of a suspect on his own and he was not one to defy his King. 

Until now. 

The white-haired leader of Tenjiku had no idea that the little snitch Tachibana employed was in his luxurious penthouse, tied from his ceiling; gasping and flinching like a whore in heat when he traced a pattern on your pubic bone with the tip of the knife, dangerously close to your glistening pussy. 

Shit. As much as he wanted to ignore it, the call of your twitching clit and beads of slick dripping down your thighs was hard to tear away from. Kakucho was Izana’s loyal slave, but he was also a man. A man who was now conflicted on what to do with this brand new information you presented to him when you sobbed out, “Stop, please—Naoto was just using me to find more dirt on Toman because they killed Hina.” Your shoulders shook with unrestrained sobs, your disheveled hair falling into your face. “Toman murdered his sister.” 

A ploy of revenge. Of course. The knife stopped in its motion from nearly running down your inner thigh, and you dared not breathe. 

“I see.” 

You hiccuped back a soft cry. “Please, let me go. Let me go and I won’t tell on you. I won’t—”

“I can’t do that.” The glint of his knife was back to your throat and you spluttered in fear. “If I do, I won’t guarantee that the next man from Tenjiku who finds you would be kind enough to keep you alive for this long.”

You were prepared for the white-hot slash through your jugular, for your blood to spew out and the rusty metallic tang to drown your lungs.

Kakucho did not such thing. He retracted the knife, midnight blue bangs falling into his eyes and almost covering his scar. Almost making him look human. “You’re just collateral damage. Our real fight is with Tokyo PD. I’m sorry you were caught in the crossfire.” 

He turned around, about to leave when you stopped him with a loud cry of wait! 

“You can’t just leave me here,” the panic in your voice made you stumble over your words. “People will start to suspect I’m gone. My job would report me missing, I… I have parents,” you choked out. “I have a dying grandmother and I have a life. You won’t get away—”

One second, you were on a passionate tirade and the next, a gloved hand was squeezing your neck. “I told you,” his silken, deep voice caressed your ear, “You’re dead now. I found another girl with the same body and slit her throat. She’s buried in the back of Izana’s mansion as we speak and no one will know it’s not you because you’re not important enough.” He dug his fingers deeper into your windpipe. 

“You’re a dot in our plans. You mean nothing to Izana—why did you think he got me to chase you down and not one of our underlings? Naoto wouldn’t care if you were dead or gone, he’d just find another poor hacker to take your spot. Your disappearance would soon be announced, and yes, your parents will grieve. Your grandma might die because of the heartbreak and they would mourn her and you. But, that’s it. They can’t bring you back. You’ll just be a memory because right now, you’re a living ghost.” 

He released his clutch on your throat and you spluttered, sobs turning into wails when the reality of his words settled in. Because he was right. There would be no one to mourn you. You had ran away from Hokkaido, far from your little country side and tried to make it big in Tokyo. The last time you saw your parents, you had a screaming match with them that resulted in broken plates shattered on the floor, like your trust in your family. 

They would not care for you. Kakucho was right. You were nothing but a living ghost. 

A ghost only he could see.  

What he did to you was worst than death, because he had dragged you into a limbo. Not alive, nor dead. Only holding onto the thread of his willingness to keep you alive for as long as he wanted. 

He let you sob in your bonds, leaving the room with your bare chest heaving, your wet cheeks and equally sopping pussy dripping tears and slick onto the pristine marble floor. 

The door closed behind you and you screamed, throwing your head back, the impact of his words shattering your soul into pieces, your resolve crumbling just like your lucidity when you succumbed back into the comforting darkness. 

•

Kakucho ran a damp clothe down the battered woman’s face, swiping off the dirt and grime from her weeks of unease, scrubbing until her skin shone and he could take in her full features.

The curve of her lips, the flutter of her lashes and the parting of her sweet breaths drew something in him. 

The Tenjiku underboss was not one for sentimentality, but even the most hardened fools would cave when a fissure of their own humanity stared at them right in their face. 

Kakucho, save me! Brown eyes welled with tears screamed for him to turn around, to put a stop to Izana’s madness. Emma. Her name was Emma. He had almost spoken up—almost went against his king—when the gunshot put an end to her begging. Her body crumpled like a sandcastle struck by a wave, her blood scattering around in crimson puddles.

Jolting from his reverie at your fluttering eyes, he put down the clothe, lips pressed into a tight line. “Welcome back to the world of the living.” 

His dry mutter registered through your throbbing head, and you whipped around, trying to rise, but fell back onto the soft mattress when a force held you back. Staring down the length of your body, you were wrapped in a soft cotton t-shirt and a pair of boxers, your wrists loosely tied to the headboard as a safety precaution.

Fear, cold and sharp, stung your every pore. 

“No,” you cried out, thrashing your head side to side, jostling the small pail of water he placed by the edge where it clattered onto the floor, a dark stain seeping across his grey carpet. “Please—please let me go,” you were babbling now, “I’ll do anything—leave the country, change my name and never return to Tokyo. Just, please. Let me go.”

The sun was rising, painting the room in orange tones of a new beginning. But for you, the clouds of your past life had long receded and you were constantly on a loop of this nightmare, never to awake back to the reality you took for granted. 

Kakucho did not answer you, and you flinched when his hand settled on your shoulder. “I won’t. I’m sorry. I meant every word I said—Izana will hound you down faster the moment you set foot out of my apartment. I’m sorry to say, Y/N-san, but I’m the only one you have now, until I can devise a plan, okay?” 

You expelled a shaky sob, unable to look him in the eye. The scarred man sighed, running a hand through his disheveled dark hair. “I’ll be making breakfast in an hour.” You reined in your surprise when he released your wrists, bringing them to your front and massaging the blood back into your veins. “I’m sorry for keeping you tied up through the night. I don’t trust easily and you… well, just don’t try anything funny with me.” His warning echoed in the tightening of hands around your wrists. “Or else I won’t be as kind anymore.”

There was nothing you could do but nod. Kakucho spared you one hard look, and released your hands, turning his back to stand up and walk out of the bedroom. As much as you despised your current situation, you could not deny the hum of survival begging you to play nice and obey him if you were to ever escape in one piece. 

Compliance was written in your stance, your shoulders low and defeated, your gait slow as you shuffled out of his room and into a grand living room. The reports did not lie when they stated every Tenjiku top brass was loaded; Kakucho was no exception. The floor-to-ceiling windows brought the light of dawn splashing across his monochromatic grey walls. There was another level upstairs, and you could make out two rooms opposite from a long hallway. 

Kakucho was currently in the kitchen, busy over the stove and you watched in reproach as he brought out some miso paste and slathered it onto a pink salmon belly, turning the slab of fresh fish over his fingers as he rubbed the marinade in. A small rice cooker was happily steaming to one side and besides the fact that you were kept here against your will, it almost felt like you were waking up at a hookup’s house.

He peered at you, the kitchen island separating the both of you in divorced continents of weariness and distrust.

“Sit.” A gesture to the bar stool opposite of him. “Breakfast will be ready in a bit.” 

You tentatively did as he said, straddling the bar stool and keeping your eyes on his every move. Kakucho moved with a confidence you had never seen a man don as he worked the kitchen, the mouthwatering smells crumbling your resolve to not accept his kindness; especially when he set down a steaming bowl of rice, a plate of grilled salmon belly and a bowl of hot miso soup with a side of umeboshi, still curdling in its juices, ready and waiting for you. 

“Eat.” 

Choosing the path of least resistance, you picked up the chopsticks he passed to you, gingerly nudging the pinkened slice of fish. 

“I did not poison it, if that is what you’re thinking.”

You warmed from the insinuation, shooting him a glare. To demonstrate that you were far braver than you felt, you plucked a piece of fish and bit into it, letting the flavour saturate your tongue with its oily goodness; your eyes rolled back into your head slightly and you let out a soft groan, melting at the taste of real food after so long.

Kakucho watched as you ate ravenously, passing you a cup of green tea which you mumbled a hurried thanks and sipped from, having no idea how such a simple meal could fill you up. 

When you were done, you breathed deeply, setting your chopsticks down and bowing your head slightly. “Thank you for the meal.”

He scoffed. “Didn’t your parents teach you that you’re supposed to give thanks before inhaling your food?” 

You returned his glare, but it was softened by an edge of sated contentment. Your eyes drooped and you yawned. “Y-you didn’t put sleeping drugs in this, did’ya?” 

His expression cracked, a sliver of a smile on those plush lips. So, he can show emotion. “No. I suppose its your adrenaline system finally relaxing after being on red alert for so long.” Gesturing to his room, he sighed. “Go and rest. I’ll be heading out for work. This house is a fortified space so don’t worry.” 

Just as you stood up, he paused, turning to face you. “And for fuck’s sake, don’t fucking do anything to harm yourself. I really can’t afford to get my upholstery scrubbed free of blood.” Nodding towards the window, he added, “Don’t even try to jump out, my window’s are password protected.” 

A man who covers his bases. You were impressed. “Wow. This is even more secure than a Russian jail. They would do good to consult you for security measures.”

He leveled you a look. “Don’t die.”

You spoke to his retreating back, sharp eyes cataloguing his swift movements of punching in a code on his door pad before grabbing his thick trench coat. “Hard not to when I’m literally in a fucking jail cell!” 

The door slammed shut. 

Bastard. You sank back against the counter, staring off into the distance. Fucking bastard. One quick shake off the tiredness and your sharp eyes scanned the area. Just like he said—everything was fortified and password protected. You were starting to think that Kakucho could be a tad bit neurotic if the situation called for it.

That’s how he got so high up the ranks in Tenjiku. 

A man of meticulous measure and careful consideration. Definitely the right material for an underboss. 

You sighed, plucking an apple from the golden wire basket sitting prettily in the centerpiece of his island and sank your teeth into the waxy flesh, its sweet juice coating your tongue.

Looks like I’m going to be here for a while. 

•

Kakucho hurried up the stairs, mind deadset on his his apartment, his boots skidding on the cool floor from the haste. 

All day, he was haunted with visions of finding your dead body hanging from the ceiling, a makeshift noose around your blue neck. Your bulging eyes, bloody wrists and drowned body filled his mind with dread, and he almost broke down the door when he stumbled into the living room. Only to find you reading on the couch. 

You startled at the noise, and slammed the book shut, gripping his blanket closer to your chin.

“Oh,” you blinked, “S’you.”

He exhaled, straightening his back. Today, he was clad in all black from head to toe, his structured trench coat shed off his broad chest and shoulders. “Thought you offed yourself,” he grunted.

“And miss out on the wonders of Murakami prose,” you held an orange paperback up, laughing mirthlessly. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He ignored your thinly veiled jab and hung his coat from the wooden peg. “Let me cook dinner.”

“I’ll do it.”

Kakucho admitted he was wary from your sudden charitable intentions. You did not shrink back when he strode towards you, keeping your gaze locked on his. 

Unafraid. Just how he preferred it. 

That changed when his hands grasped your hips. You gasped, almost falling into his chest when he steadied you, running a brisk line down your body, feeling you up, palming your breasts, your stomach and even groping your clothed pussy. “What the hell—”

It was over just as it began. Kakucho clicked his tongue. “Needed to check for any poison pills on you.”

“And how do you think I would get it?” you shrieked, stumbling back and wrapping your arms around your heaving chest. “By teleporting out of this goddamn penthouse? You’re out of your mind, Kakucho.”

He froze. Like the first time you said his name in the alleyway, the cadence of your voice making up those syllables and consonants left him reeling. Common sense had left the room the moment he lifted you up by your thighs, putting you down onto the hard, marble counter.

Your cries were smothered by his lips, tasting of nicotine, coffee and something musky that was entirely him. “Mhmph—!” 

Slapping your hands on his broad chest did little to deter his fire. Kakucho pinned your body down to the cold surface, the hem of his cotton t-shirt riding up to expose the spill of your belly. His wandering hands made quick work of your tugging your boxer shorts down, and you shrieked, turning your head to break the kiss and shouting, “Kakucho—s-stop!” 

“You were creamin’ onto my floors yesterday, darlin’,” he panted into your mouth, turning your face so he could roughly steal of your lips again. Resisting was futile, not when your body was at an all out war against your rationale. 

I need to push him away. 

Your thighs parted for him when he pressed the hard line of his body onto yours. 

No, I need him. 

Kakucho could feel you giving in to the lust he had stirred inside of you yesterday, the sensation back with a vengeance, this time demanding for more. You parted your mouth and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your gasping cavern. Strong hands kneaded your hips and you tilted your head back, hands fisting in his dark hair to drag his face right into the crook of your neck.

“Needy,” he mumbled flush on your pulse point, taking the hint to suck and nibble on the sensitive skin until it throbbed. “Bet you liked it when I played with you yesterday, huh? Wanted me to run that knife over your pretty pussy, huh?” 

You throbbed at his words, mind running rampant with images of you bound once more for his pleasure. As if he read your thoughts, the scarred man snapped his belt off and wound it around your wrists, dragging it behind your back. Keeping his eyes locked your lust-blown wide ones, he stretched a hand out towards the knife stand on the right hand corner of the island, grabbing a medium blade and lifting it right to your face.

“Let’s test that theory, shall we?” 

You seized when the blunt edge touched your throat again, the tip tracing the shape of his mouth on your skin; dragging down the length of your body and straight towards your uncovered pussy. “Nggh—!” you huffed, whining when he dangled the knife right atop of your slickened pussy, the blunt edge gently running down the seam of your flushed folds.

The cold contrasted cruelly with your overheated skin and you cried out, head tossed back and bound arms twitching when he circled the sharp tip against your inner thighs. 

“Kakucho—”

“Don’t speak unless I give you permission to.”

You snapped your mouth shut, frustrated tears beading in the corners of your eyes. Muffling your whimpers was hard considering you were close to erupting in a fiery orgasm right when the pressure of the blade increased against your inner thigh.

A spot of blood emerged from the punctured flesh and the sharp pain was replaced by Kakucho’s tongue soothing the wound. “Fuck,” he hummed against the plush fat of your thighs. “Wanna taste you, baby.”

You don’t get to deny him—not when you were in a position like this. 

The boxers was torn away, blunt fingernails raking up and down your thigh, catching on your puncture wound once or twice. You shivered when the minute bite of pain transformed into pleasure, your entire body arching like a taut bowstring against the cool marble, eyes rolling back into your skull. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, breath ghosting your pubic bone. “Smell s’good, darlin’.”

His words were a precursor to his next actions, rough tongue parting your creamy slit to scoop up your wetness and messily swallow it down. No noises were born between you two beyond your ragged breathing and occasional whines; the smacking of his lips on your wet flesh as he ate you out heartily like a dying man in a desert loud in the heated silence. 

In this prone position, there was nothing you could do but take his torment, you bound wrists twisting in the leather hold of his expensive belt, your slick pooling freely on his tongue and thighs pressed to his shoulders, muffling his ears. 

You would confess that not many men had the power to make you squirm and unravel this quickly, but you were coming to find out that Kakucho was of a different breed.

He ate you out like his pleasure depended on you cumming on his tongue, your thighs trembling and hips circling. You didn’t bother masking your cries, letting them bounce off his walls; hell bent on relieving the aching ball right in your lower belly that demanded to be released. 

Your shirt was torn cleanly into two, the loud ripping noise barely phasing you when your chest heaved and nipples circled into stiffness. He pinched and plucked those sensitive peaks until they were blushing from his erotic provocation, tongue playing with your clit, dipping teasingly into your gaping hole. 

Kakucho was an expert at drawing out your pleasure, keeping you tottering right at the edge, and when you were about to plunge headfirst into a screaming orgasm, he pulled back. 

Bastard. Kissing you soundly, you panted into his mouth, your needy whines like the sweetest notes to his ears. You couldn’t find it embarrassing to taste yourself from his tongue when you were writhing and creaming like a bitch in heat on his cold countertop, begging for a morsel of release to be bestowed onto you. 

But, he did not give in, sitting you up and unwinding the bonds from your wrists. His cock was a stiff tent, and he paid it no mind. You were not bold enough to beg him to fuck you, and so you watched with wide eyes as he chuckled lowly, swiping his fingers on the marble surface. It came back wet and sticky with your slick, and you whimpered when he pressed the calloused pads of his soiled digits right to your plush bottom lip. 

The taste of salt and skin ignited on your tongue, drawing out the unbridled lust in you to keep sucking on his fingers while you stared deeply into his eyes. 

“Good girl,” his praise was uttered quietly. “So pretty like this. You like being an obedient pretty thing for me?” 

Mindlessly, you nodded. And in that minute surrender, he knew he had his first hook in you. 

“Go get cleaned up,” Kakucho nodded towards the bathroom. You unglued your limbs, mechanically taking one step forward, and another. Not paying attention to your torn clothes that fell like wilted butterfly wings onto the floor; your mind filled with nothing but the thoughts that maybe you could rub one out while in the shower. It’s not like he would know.

“Don’t even think of touching yourself.” You turned to find him leaning against the counter, looking so unfairly gorgeous with his stupid pretty face and stupid pretty scar and stupid pretty muscles bulging from his tight, dark dress shirt that was stained at the collar with your juices. “If you do, I can’t promise you I will ever let you cum again.” 

You froze, the idea that his tongue would not rasp against your flushed folds leaving you quietly despairing.

“Go,” he murmured, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. 

Will you not join me? 

You held your tongue, trying to tame the desperation flaring in your veins. He is the enemy, Y/N. 

Shakily, you continued towards the luxurious bathroom. But, why did I want him to finish what he started? 

The door locking shut was at odds with your irrational desire to leave it open, in case Kakucho changed his mind. 

If he would change his mind. 

Stubborn bastard, you stared at your reflection in the mirror, frowning at the disheveled air you held—the marks blooming on your neck. Stupid, handsome bastard. I hate him.  

As you slipped two shaky fingers between your puffy pussy lips, gathering the slick to circle around your swollen clit, you stopped when his words of warning rang in your mind. No, you didn’t, you sobbed softly and removed your sticky fingers, setting your hand down on the bathroom countertop and curling it into a fist at the aching realization. You didn’t hate him. 

•

Days passed and you could no longer deny your latent attraction to Kakucho. 

The morning sun would greet you as a constant in his arms, his bare chest underneath your cheek, his arms wrapped tightly around you. You would flutter your eyes open to find him already awake, mismatched orbs softening at the edges when he took in your sleepy countenance. 

Then, he would start to kiss you; breaths shared as one, desperate hands molding onto each others skin, raking down muscles, scars and shoulders. 

Afterwards, when he had completed his morning tasting your lips, Kakucho would make you breakfast, smiling when you prattled on, chuckling when you contradicted yourself with your hasty words. 

Domesticated, that was what it was. You both were far too domesticated for a man who in this harsh reality, had kidnapped you from your old life. 

Even after having you in such close proximity, he refused to fully claim you. Beyond that night when he had bent you across the kitchen countertop to eat you out while your hands were tied behind your back, Kakcuho had not showed the slightest interest in taking things up a notch. The confusion kept you on your toes, trying your hardest to subtly seduce him before he left you for the day, all alone in his apartment like a little puppy waiting for its owner to come back home.

This morning, you decided to forgo wearing your favorite pair of cotton panties and sat on the kitchen counter while he cooked, spreading your knees slightly. “What’cha making?” 

“Pancakes,” he mumbled, methodically pouring the batter in a perfect circle, ignoring your provocative position. You sighed, jumping off the counter and raising yourself onto the kitchen island instead, this time, spreading your legs fully so there was no mistaking your intention when the hem of his shirt rode up. 

Kakucho stopped fiddling with the pan, bi-colored orbs flashing and settling in between your bare thighs where a spot of moisture was beading from your twitchy entrance, oozing and dripping down your plush folds in a slow and unhurried manner, much like how you flipped your hair back and pinned your sultry gaze on him.

The scarred man flickered those beautiful eyes to yours, the emotions in them unfathomable. 

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

In answer, you leaned back even more, a lazy smile quirking on your lips (those lips that he so desperately wanted to devour again). 

“Isn’t it obvious?” you raked your fingernails slowly down your thigh, his hungry stare on your languid movements thrilling you in a dark way. “I’m offering you a better breakfast.” 

He was on you in a matter of seconds. Kakucho hurriedly flipped off the stove and pawed for your waist, wrapping his arms around your form and stealing your gasp with his bruising kiss.

“Fuck,” he moaned in between a tangle of your tongues dancing together, “Fuck, want you s’much.”

You tugged on his hair, tilting your head back, his palms hot and ready on the small of your waist. “Then, take me,” your answering gasp earned a low groan from him. 

“G’na be the death of me,” he mumbled, ripping his shirt from your frame, leaving you fully bare on his kitchen counter again. You found you liked being in this position; thighs wrapped lovingly around his narrow waist, his stiff bulge pressed flush to your core, teasing you with tight circles, mouthing open kisses onto your heated neck. “Need you now, baby.”

Baby. The term of endearment was not lost on you, especially when he followed it up with a sweet kiss squarely on your mouth. I’m his baby. 

You cried out when one long and thick finger circled your entrance, smearing your wetness around and lightly toying with your clit, before teasingly dipping into your aching pussy. 

“So tight and hot,” he groaned against your lips. “Gonna stretch out this cute little pussy real good, baby.” 

You whimpered, holding him and burying your face in his chest as he did exactly what he promised to do. Curling his finger deep inside of you, hitting your golden spot, stretching you more with another added digit. Kakucho was meticulous with his prep, his eyes never leaving your face, cataloging your expressions. 

He peppered your cheeks and chin with kisses, tender in a way you had never experienced with a man before. 

“I have a secret to tell you,” he murmured and you hummed in acknowledgement, droopy eyes snapping open in attention. “I’ve been dreaming of putting my ropes around you.” He smiled when your sweet pussy clenched down hard on his pumping digits. “Have you ever had a man stuff you full with a plug before? Put clamps on those cute, pert nipples? Let you suck him off while you’re all tied up like a pretty present?” 

You shook from the force of his fingering, your body unravelling quickly for him. It’s been so long since I last came. “No,” you hiccuped truthfully, eyes welling with tears. “N-no one has ever done that to me.” 

“Hmm.” You barely heard his little hum over the the sounds of your pussy squelching and taking his long, thick fingers well, your moans echoing off the pristine walls and almost touching the ceiling. Crying out, you reached for his wrist to ground yourself, and Kakucho let you, hiding his smile in the crook of your neck as you started to buck and writhe. Tell tale signs that you were about to cum hard for him. 

He stilled and you cried out, your impending orgasm crashing into nothingness all around you. 

Kicking your feet, you bit down on a wail, muffling your sounds of displeasure with the palm of your hand. Kakucho didn’t give into your temper tantrums, choosing to kiss you sweetly on the forehead while you hiccuped and blubbered for him to please fuck me. 

“I can’t, I’m late for work,” he mumbled, kissing you once more, pressing his lips into a line to stop himself from chuckling at your teary eyes. “Later when I come back, we’ll discuss our relationship, okay?” His sincerity could be felt in the light graze of his fingertips on your temple. “I meant what I said—that I want to try all those things with you.” Like before, he leaned forward, pressing a soft, chaste kiss on your swollen lips, a stark contrast to his next words that were lined with steel.

“If I find out that you touched yourself today, I’ll punish you until you can’t walk, angel.” 

You heeded his warning, but with every hour that whittled away with nothing for you to do but rest, eat, workout on his treadmill and watch Netflix, you grew even more restless. It was when you caught yourself staring at the clock for the second time in five minutes that you realized temptation was calling for you to disobey his rules.

It’s just a touch, the Devil on your shoulder deviously whispered, what he doesn’t know will not kill him. 

You were still in your workout clothes, sweat cooling from your body when you could not deny the need any longer. Dipping your fingers past the waistband of your yoga tights, you lightly grazed your fingers through your damp slit, moaning wantonly when you brushed your fingers over your swollen nipples. 

Imagining that it was Kakucho’s strong hands doing this for you instead, you pushed your sports bra up, freeing your heaving tits, immediately toying with one stiff peak. You muffled a whimper by biting on your lip, turning your head to the side. The clock hanging above the front door showed that it was still 4 o’clock and it would be hours before he came home. You stretched your legs out, rubbing your glistening cunt and praying that the front door would not suddenly burst open. 

You were far too exposed; touching yourself right on his couch, your trembling thighs parted as the familiar rhythms of self-pleasure settled into you. Like returning back to a comfortable hearth, you ran a slick finger through your folds, focused on rubbing your clit while your free hand played with your stiff nipple.

Flicking your hardened nub, slipping one finger inside your already fluttering cunt, you were right at the precipice of falling down into the rabbit hole of intense pleasure, that you did not hear the front door creak open. Your gasps and loud moans drowned out the lock clicking and only when you cracked your eyes wide to find Kakucho at the foot of the sofa did it finally hit home. You were in so much trouble for defying his rules. 

Fuck. You scrambled to right yourself, removing your slick fingers from your yoga tights, and pushing your sports bra back down. “Kakucho, m’so sorr—”

“Quiet.” 

He tossed his keys onto the living room console and slammed the door shut. Mechanical whirls along with the sound of the lock clicking shut was the final nail to the coffin, your mind reeling in unease. Though his words were harsh, his tone was not biting, and you watched as he removed his coat, hanging it on the closest wooden peg. 

While you tried to decipher his true emotions, Kakucho moved closer to you, his leather-gloved hand warm on your cheek. He always removes his gloves and boots. You were starting to hyperventilate. Is he going to kill me? Is that why he’s wearing those gloves… so he doesn’t leave a trace behind? 

Your thoughts screeched to a halt when he whispered: “Strip.”

The scarred man’s tone brokered no argument, and you rushed to your feet. He sank down on the sofa, legs spread wide, those incongrous eyes behind his circle glasses never leaving your figure. It was safer to not defy him, and you did as he said, firstly removing your damp sportsbra with a bit of difficulty, huffing when you finally got it off. Tossing the sweat-soaked piece of clothing aside, you eased the band of your Lululemon tights down your hips, past your thighs, down your calves and soon, kicked it to the other side of the room as well. 

Kakucho’s eyes raked up and down your bare body, and his expression was completely stony. “Everything has to come off, princess.”

You shivered at the mean undertones of his pet name and gulped, your fingers toying with the band of your panties. It was a simple cotton one, nothing too extravagant for your workout, and you half-wished you had worn something lacier and racier to seduce him. What the hell—he probably wouldn't care for what you were wearing anyway if he ordered you to strip right in front of him. 

Panties off, and standing shyly in front of him, Kakucho appraised you with dilated pupils and a quirk in his right brow. 

“Come here.”

No you look pretty or you’re so fucking gorgeous. Just a command. You were truly fucked now. 

Swallowing hard, you walked towards him, coming close enough for your thigh to brush his kneecap. 

“Kneel.” 

You settled onto your knees right in front of him, unsure of where to look so you chose to train your gaze to the ground. 

Apparently, he was pleased with your subservience. You could tell because his fingers wound around the nape of your neck, bunching in your hair and he tugged your head up to look him right in the eyes. Those beautiful red-white orbs were unreadable. Nothing was said for the next few seconds. Just him staring at you, and you trying not to burst out into tears. 

“So. You touched yourself, huh?” 

His tight grip in your hair did not leave you much room to nod, and you awkwardly bobbed your head instead. 

“Even when I told you not to?”

You bobbed your head again.

“Are you sorry?” 

Licking your lips, you nodded, shame burning hot in your veins. “I am.”

“Good.” He released his grip on your hair and if you were a dog, your ears would’ve perked up in disbelief at his quick pardon. But, your relief was shattered when he snorted quietly at your hopeful expression, standing up to his full height while you remained quivering on your knees, fists bunched on your lap, your neck craned uncomfortably to keep your eyes on him. 

“Because it’s time to take your punishment like a good girl now.” 

•

You had never realized how much bigger your lover was in comparison to you until he leaned against the edge of his desk, bi-colored eyes locked on the dildo stuffing your tight pussy to the hilt, his larger and muscular frame dripping in dominance. 

“Spread your legs wider.” 

You winced and rushed to comply, chewing on your ballgag desolately as you let his hungry stare devour the sight of your folds creaming around the monster cock.

He had made you bounce yourself silly on the hard toy, murmuring praises and encouragement, even playing with your swollen clit as you grunted and moaned around the bright red ball splitting your lips apart. But, like always, he stopped before you could reach the zenith of your pleasure. This time, to up his torment, he made you do it over and over and over again until your body was wrung out in exhaustion, almost limp from the denied pleasure buzzing loudly in your veins. 

The tip of his boot dragged between your flushed folds, and you tensed back to life, broken moans and more drool bubbling down your chin. “Look at you,” he clicked his tongue, shaking his head from side to side. His hair fell into his face in waves, giving him an angelic demeanour when his actions were born from the demonic thoughts of Satan himself. “Slobbering like a little slut. Tsk. Is this what you hide from the world? Behind your modest skirts, brains and books? Is it this easy to turn you into a hungry little cockslut, my princess?” 

You whined, straining against the rope harness he had tightened around you, your hands clasped primly behind your back while the jute wrapped your tits lovingly in meticulous diamond patterns.

No, your eyes screamed. I’m not a slut.

Kakucho pretended not to consider your struggles and continued stimulating you with his boot. “I thought you were stronger than this—less shameful. But, you’re such a twisted little whore, hmm? Creaming when a stranger ties you up. Gagging for an orgasm when I run a knife across your perfect body. It’s a good thing you landed in my hands, angel; if it were any other Tenjiku asshole, you would’ve been sold to the highest bidder and turned into their little breeding slut.” 

His words shimmered in your mind like water on hot stone, and you blearily flickered your fucked out gaze to his flashing ones. 

You were so good for him; riding the dildo with such vigor till sweat ran down your back, pooling together with your slick connected to the suction cup cock on his cold marble floors. Kakucho smiled fondly when your eyes rippled close, hips stuttering around the huge toy. You were almost to the edge. 

He increased the pressure and speed of his boot roughly rubbing onto your fat, pearly little clit, so swollen from the stimulation that it was a raw red. 

“So pretty,” he grunted. “Taking this so well.”

No! You expelled a loud cry when he ceased his movements, snapping his foot back to his side as he crossed his arms and stared down at you with mirth in his incongruous eyes. Bastard, bastard, bastard! 

You gurgled out his name, eyebrows pinched and hips twitching again. This was your, what—seventh ruined orgasm of the day? Not counting the one this morning, of course. 

Let me cum, your eyes begged him. Please, oh please, let me cum.

Your lover brushed the tears from the corners of your eyes, murmuring soothing sweet nothings that fell on your deaf ears. The toy grazed every sensitive spot in your walls, driving you quietly insane. 

“How bad do you want to cum, sweet girl?” 

The ballgag impeding your mouth did not stop you from trying to whine out so much, please, so, so much. It came out garbled—naturally—and Kakucho’s grin grew infinitesimally wider. 

“You sound so cute, y’know that,” he mumbled. You shifted on your knees, eyes bright and expectant, waiting for him to finally set you free from this torment of unrealised pleasure. Leaning down, Kakucho loosened your ballgag, letting it fall free from the confines of your mouth. You tensed your jaw, stretching your neck and trying hard to get some feeling back into your mouth muscles. 

“K-Kaku—” he rendered you speechless by what he did next. Lithe and veiny hands drifted to his dress shirt, undoing the buttons. Once his stacked torso and gleaming abs came into view, he unbuckled his expensive Armani belt and slipped it off, tossing it to the floor. Popping open the button of his slacks, he made it a show to drag down the zipper of his pants, knowing and enjoying how you were eyeing that short action with such rapture.

His cock sprung out, thick and veiny like him, and already leaking copious amounts of pre. A dollop of it oozed out from his weeping tip and smeared right onto your chin, and you fought back a whimper, every neuron in your brain pleading for him to stuff that fine length down your throat. 

Kakucho did not immediately give you his cock; dragging the bulbous head across your chin, your cheeks and slapping his length a few times against your waiting mouth, leaving a glistening trail smearing your features. You parted your swollen lips, tongue darting out to taste him and he stifled a groan at how easily you could tease his sticky tip. 

“So messy,” he breathed, and threaded his fingers through your hair. “All for me, huh?” 

You leaned forward, shifting the toy deeper in you to wrap your lips around his stiff, angry head and sucking. Hard. Kakucho tossed his head back, the lapels of his dress shirt shifting further down his shoulders, revealing more of his drool-worthy abs and the fine smattering of dark hair that led to his deep ‘V’ cut. Staring at him through half-mast eyes, he was a beautiful sight unraveling right into your mouth. 

“Shit,” he cursed lowly, husky voice going straight to your throbbing clit. “Fuck—mhm. So perfect for me.” 

Emboldened by his praise, you loosened your throat muscles, taking him in deeper down your soft gullet, till the tip of your nose was pressed to the course hair on his pubic bone.

“Fuck!” Kakucho bit out, a slight tremble in his thighs. His beautiful eyes squeezed shut, pretty face contorted in pleasure. “Y/N, you—mhm—fuck.” 

A part of you was thrilled and proud; reducing the taciturn and serious Tenjiku underboss into a gasping, blushing mess. Evidently catching your smug grin stretched around his cock, he decided to turn the tables on you.  

Something silver glinted in your periphery, and you jolted, almost lifting yourself off his cock when he tightened his grip in your hair. The slim nozzle of his gun appeared right in front of your eyes and panic encased you in its grasp, leaving you thrashing for air. Kakucho was kind enough to let you resurface, your loud gasps and gurgles echoing off the sleek, monochromatic study room. 

Before you could ask him what the fuck was going on, he pushed your head back down onto his cock. There was nothing you could do but force your throat to loosen, taking him right to the hilt.

“Hold it,” his unsteady whisper reached your roaring ears. 

Was he fucking serious right now? The ropes he wound around your torso were starting to hurt and your bruised knees shifted agonizingly from one bent calf to the other, alleviating the burn in your thighs. But did he care? Of course he didn’t. Why would he when his cock remained lodged down your soft gullet; spearing down the length of your throat and your breathless gurgles were all that he could hear past the blood roaring in his ears? 

The gun remained in your periphery and you prayed to every deity above that he would not choose this moment to kill you. Even as your pussy creamed even harder around the dildo, your thoughts going fuzzy around the edges. You were pliant for him once more. 

Kakucho brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead, expression inscrutable. At least, you thought it was.

Your teary orbs did not hinder you from noticing how his eyes were sparking with an untamed emotion when he took in your barely clad and bound figure, nipples hard and waiting, mouth stuffed full with his cock. The nozzle of his silver Glock almost lovingly caressed your forehead, and he tapped the weighted metal once, twice on the rise of your skull. 

“Hold it,” his murmur was softer this time; less demanding. “Be a good girl and don’t choke on me… or else I’m pulling the trigger, angel.”

Doubling down on your efforts, you gurgled out a moan, moving your head from side to side as you tried to stimulate him with the back of your throat. Kakucho appreciated your efforts, and a small, sadistic grin stretched across his lips. You were such a wrecked sight on your knees, he was almost sorry. 

Almost. 

Spit slicked down your chin, drooling onto the floor. He didn’t have to fully look down to find your hips pumping and swirling over the fake cock. Fuck, you were a natural at this. With his other free hand, Kakucho reached for his cellphone on the desk. You realised a second too late what he was doing when the camera flashlight shone into your eyes, leaving you reeling.

“Smile for the camera, angel,” his deep voice commanded. You peered up into the lens, a single teardrop leaking down your face. 

The gun came back into the scene, and you flinched. Your fate was sealed when he almost tenderly aligned it to your temple, the light blinding you. If he pulled the trigger right now, you could confidently say that you were not ready.

In fact, the idea of you dying while getting taped on camera sounded like something fucked up only a Tenjiku member would do. Why did you think Kakucho was any different? 

Just because he fed you, offered you a roof over your head and claimed he saved you? 

This was his plan all along: to lure you into trusting him so you could offer yourself up like a ripe fruit into his trap. 

The postmortem reports would say you consented to this. Your snuff film will be played in darkened interrogation rooms by your fellow agents and psychoanalysts alike, not to seek justice for your murder. But, to catch snatches of telltale landmarks in the video that would alert Tokyo PD to where the notorious Tenjiku underboss resided.

There was no one to be blamed for landing you in this situation but yourself. 

As the fear pumped itself in your veins, so did your hips over the plastic cock.

Fucking take me, you bastard, you seethed, starting to bob your head up and down his drooling length with vigor, earning his husky groan. If you’re gonna kill me, at least make it a death worth remembering.

Kakucho’s hand holding his gun trembled, and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to pretend it wasn’t there—focused solely on pleasuring him. 

“F-fuck,” his shaky exhale managed to puncture throgh the fog of lust in your mind. “Fuck—g’na cum, angel. G’na—”

He didn’t give you any warning. His gun clattered to the ground, causing you to flinch and nearly yelp aloud from the fear of it going off. But, he kicked it aside, far across to the other end of the study room. His other hand was free to grip your locks in a death hold, pushing your mouth up and down his slickened cock. 

“So close,” he breathed, pretty eyes fluttering closed, scar rippling from his scrunched expression.

Kakucho did not give you any warning for what he did next. Dragging his cock from the depths of your throat, he gave it a few pumps, the camera’s light still blinding you to hot strings of his cum shooting all over your face. Some of it landed in your parted mouth, more found its way to your hair and tits, trickling obsenely down the planes of your body. 

His harsh panting and your heavy breaths were the only sound in this room. The suction cup dildo was completely drenched with your juices, and your knees were starting to go numb. Mercifully, he plucked you from the ground, crowding you in his arms. His phone switched off, and gun far away from your vincinity, you found it comforting enough to pitch your head forward, knocking it against his chin. 

Unsteady gloved hands slipped down your body, squeezing your ass and thighs, ghosting a touch between your drenched folds and smoothing up your body. Kakucho gathered his cum, the stringy ropes swiped off your heaving tits first and messily pushed into your mouth where you got the hint, cleaning up after him.

He worked in silence, swiping his cum off your cheeks and chin, pushing his soiled fingers into your mouth for you to suck them off. Your hips twitched and bucked, finding his thigh, and he let you grind your sticky folds on the muscular curvature, working out your fustrations on him. 

You whined when he removed his ruined, gloved fingers from your mouth, batting your lashes in desperation.

“Sorry, pretty girl,” he grazed your cheek with a soft peck. “You cleaned it all up, and I don’t have more to give you.”

His words sent a shock of humiliation and want straight to your core, your clit throbbing from his condescending coo. 

“Please,” you squeezed your eyes closed, the dam breaking. Sobs filled the room, and you shook in his arms, your bound body going completely limp. Your pussy ached with such need, it felt like stabs of pain, and your pitiful cries were starting to chip at his resolve. “Wanna cum s’bad, Kaku, please, please,” you blubbered, pushing your face into the crook of his neck while you continued to rut against his thigh. “Please make me cum, oh please make me cum. Give it to me, please? Please?” 

“Hm.” He leaned back on the desk, and lifted you up into his arms. Docilely wrapping your thighs around his waist, you looked up into his face with such doe-eyed distress, it tugged on his cock and heartstrings. 

His length slid easily into you without any resistance, your hole prepped and ready. Kakucho was even bigger than the toy, and thick enough that you wondered how your mouth could’ve stretched around him when your pussy was struggling to do the same, even with all this lubrication. 

“Oh—fuck! Yes!” you tossed your head back, panting loudly. Hips circling and clipping against his, you almost burst out into relieved tears when he mouthed and played with your nipples, sucking on them feverishly while you bounced on his cock. The desk shook and groan underneath your combined weight, though neither of you cared. Kakucho let you work yourself up into a frenzy on his cock, slipping his hand between your bodies to catch at your clit in time with your needy thrusts. 

Soon, you were clenching on him in a vice-like grip and his eyes rolled back into his head, a string of loud curses mingling with your gasping cries filling the room in a cacophony of lewd sounds. 

“Can I cum?” you remembered your manners, desperately pinning your wet eyes on him. His thighs were drowning in your juices. “Can I please cum?” 

Kakucho tightened his hands around your hips, knowing that if he told you no this time, you would be broken beyond belief. Not exactly the scenario he wanted to happen when you were already shaking and falling apart on his cock. 

“Please,” your voice was a thin string of hope. “I-I can’t hold out any longer—”

Your gummy walls were already melting around him, leaving him lightheaded.

“Yes.”

The word resounded in the white blank slate of your mind; your entire body tightening with anticipatory tension. 

Kakucho kissed your cum-stained cheek almost reverently. 

“Yes, you can cum, my angel.” 

And you did. 

Gloriously. 

Your screams could’ve shattered the window, and Kakucho was thankful he had the entire penthouse soundproofed. Wails mingled with loud sobs fogged up the ceiling-to-floor windows and he worked your hips in his two large palms, fucking into you like a crazed stallion hell bent on inseminating his frisky mare. Your frame jolted and writhed, twisting this way and that, as if trying to escape the insane pleasure he was eliciting in you.

He did not give you any wiggle room to escape. 

Pounding into you from below, Kakucho made your first release with him count, teeth catching on your nipple, thumb reaching below easily to swipe at your raw clit.

The shudders were now accompanied with sobs, and you wailed for him to stop. 

He clicked his tongue. 

Make me cum. Make it stop. 

You were such a nuisance.

Kakucho did not heed your cries, fucking you beyond the point of overstimulation. His cock slammed over and over again in your softening walls, bulbous head punching the opening of your cervix. You screamed out his name, voice breaking off into a whimper, and like a trigger, his balls tightened. 

“Fuck!” he roared, nearly breaking the entire desk when he shoved his entire soul into fucking your pussy, the loud squelches of your sweet hole taking his cock leaving him drunk on the soft planes of your body and your lush, velvety walls. 

“Kaku, Kaku,” you sobbed over and over like clockwork, completely fucked out of your mind. Your pussy spasmed—hard—and he gave one last surge, skin slapping on skin before his restraint crumbled and he was pumping hot rivulets of cum into you. It was too much, too thick, that it dribbled out to spill on your thighs, mingling with the froth of your own slick to create sticky webs between your bodies.

You staggered into his embrace and he held onto you tightly, your bound body pressed to his defined one. 

The blood rushing through his ears took a long time to subside, and when it did, he opened his eyes to find your shimmering ones locked on his. Completely glowing with tiny hearts in them. 

From that expression alone, Kakucho knew that he had you. 

You were completely his.

Undoing your bonds, he helped you straighten up, pressing soft kisses onto your cheeks and parted lips as you slowly descended from your high, too. Once or twice you stumbled like a newborn baby deer on your feet, and he held onto you tightly, too fucked out to care that he was stepping in a puddle of your pussy juices. 

The both of you were snuggled up on his thick rug, bare bodies wrapped with a blanket from a nearby sofa he had hastily grabbed before you two crashed onto the floor. 

Your cheek nestled in the crook of his neck, and his fingers gently running up and down the seam of your spine, you finally found your voice.

“You’re so fucked up.” 

Kakucho’s fingers stilled, and he turned to face you. Finding you grinning like a love-sick fool. 

“All the things you did to me… you’re a hardcore motherfucker, Hitto Kakucho.” Summarizing your findings on him like a good analyst did, you propped your head on his defined chest, gently tracing the scar on his forehead with the tip of your index finger. “You’re fucked up.” 

The softness in your voice contradicted your statement and despite his good conscience, he found himself smiling. 

“Yeah, but you’re fucking me,” he teased.

Your swollen lips curving into a smile made him want to devour you whole again. “So, who’s the one that’s even more fucked up?” 

He brought you into his arms, where your body laid on top of his like the world’s best weighted blanket. Kissing down the length of your jaw, his next whisper tickled the loose strands of hair around your face.

“Looks like we’re both the same type of fucked-up, angel.” 

•

Life fell into a simple routine. 

Everyday, you would be the first to wake, watching the sun rays play across his face. Sometimes, Kakucho greeted consciousness the same time you did, and you would both spend the entire morning with lips tangled, hips clipping against each other; determined to drive the other down the deep end with slow, languid strokes.

Other times, he would be content to press his lips to your temple, breathing you in as the world slowly fractured into wakefulness.

You would help him make breakfast, curious about his missions. Though Kakucho did not divulge much to you, it was still enough to whet your appetite of the outside world.

Somedays, you missed it.

The sun, walking freely down pavements, feeling the breeze brush your skin and rustle your clothes. All the simple things you took for granted were those you missed the most. Your friends, your colleagues, your parents—you wondered if they ever thought of you. If they refused to believe your disappearance and tried to uncover the truth. Would they know you were up above the clouds, staring down at them with forlorn eyes? Would they sense your yearning to be one with their world again, far away from this reality of luxury and loneliness? 

Kakucho could tell you were breaking around the edges. Your smiles were a bit more empty, eyes settling into vacant pockets of silence as you stared off into the distance. 

One day, he came back home carrying a large parcel. You stood up from the couch, glancing at it in curiosity when he beckoned you closer, the door closing resolutely shut behind him. From the nondescript cardboard, a short yelp brought your attention and you didn’t dare believe it when he opened the flaps and a cute, fluffy golden face peeked out from the depths.

“Do you like him?” Kakucho asked when he handed you the tiny ball of sunshine, its yelps and whines nearly making you cry from the sheer preciousness of that sweet, small face.

“Like him?” you murmured in a thick voice. “I love him. Thank you, Kakucho.”

You pressed a wet kiss to his warm cheek dusted with pink, and he coughed lightly, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “S-so, what do you wanna name him?” 

The retriever’s pink tongue lapped at your chin and you giggled, holding it away from you, the warmth of its tiny body immediately offering you comfort. His name was partly derived from Kakucho’s infamous character, and there was no hesitation when you pinned him with a bright and warm smile. “Kenji. Because he’s strong—like his daddy. Hitto Kenji.” 

If Kakucho’s cheeks weren’t already pink, he was sure he would’ve combust in embarrassed delight. Saving his face, he cleared his throat, and dropped his gaze, letting his long bangs cover his expression from your dancing eyes. 

“Nice name.” 

“M’glad you think so,” you enthused, and held Kenji in your arms, cradling the pup like you would a baby. “Hitto Kenji—welcome to our home.”

Home. 

Kakucho never had a home to fully call his in his life, and hearing that peculiar word drip from your tongue like it was the most natural utterance made something in his chest twinge half in agony and half in pure ecstasy. This lavish penthouse he had bought on a whim because it reminded him of the kingdom he wanted to oversee together with Izana suddenly became a little more brighter. A little more warmer. 

All because of you. Your sweet smiles, your chiming laugh and the light returning back into your eyes. Kakucho wanted to preserve this moment for life; keep it hanging on his wall where he could admire this joyous scene for life. 

“Kenji, go to daddy!” The golden retriever collided into his ankles, scrapping his dress pants happily with its tiny paws. Kakucho chuckled and lifted the darling animal up into his chest, loving how its weight felt in his arms. 

You came up beside him, hugging him around the waist and a part of his mind—the traitorous one—imagined this same scene with a huge twist. 

Instead of the golden retriever coddled to his chest, he pictured a bubbling baby with your beautiful eyes and smile, cooing up at him; unafraid of his scar, his mismatched eyes, or his bloody past. Just wanting to love him as much as he already loved that darling soul. 

“—need to get him a pen. Kakucho? Kaku?” 

He snapped back into reality to find you waving your hand in front of his face, an amused smile quirking your shapely lips. Before he could stop himself, Kakucho leaned forward, trapping your grin to his lips, feeling you melt into the kiss. 

It ended as soon as it began with a smack of soft lips parting, and this time, it was his turn to beam. “You were saying, angel?” 

Huffing, you took Kenji back from him, the dog whining and its ears perking up, nuzzling its muzzle into your neck. “I said, we should get him a playpen. And some chewtoys. Oh—snacks! Lots of snacks. He needs to grow into a big boy and protect us. And formula… I think he still needs formula—” Kakucho let you prattle on, content to cross his arms and watch you bounce Kenji in yours, suddenly feeling lighter than he ever did in what appeared to be decades.

Thank you, Y/N. He memorised the curve of your smile, the glint of happiness in your eyes. I can’t imagine a world where you’re not in it—thank you for giving the sunshine back into my life. 

•

You woke up in a swathe of thick blankets, finding Kakucho stirring beside you. 

He was fully awake, adoration beaming from his features, and he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. 

“You’re up early,” you mumbled, stifling a yawn. “Yer never up earlier than me.”

“That’s because it’s almost ten, sleepyhead.” 

You jolted upright at his words, disbelief written every crevice of your face. “W-what? I never sleep this late.” In a voice still thick with fatigue, you rubbed your eyes, surprised to find him fully dressed for work but still lounging in bed with you.

“True,” Kakucho remarked and pinched your cheek, his expression soft with something you thought was similar to love. “But, it’s fine. I enjoyed the silence while it lasted.”

His insinuation settled in and you stuck your tongue out in his direction, giggling when he tickled your sides in retaliation. 

Kakucho pinned you onto the bed, encouraged by your peals of laughter to skitter his hands up and down your belly. Your laughter dissolved into moans when he slipped a hand underneath your satin sleep shorts, finding your sweet pearl already swollen and slick for him. 

“Fuck,” he mouthed against your neck, breathing growing heavier. “How is it that you’re always so good and wet for me already?” 

Your answer was a muffled whine that did not go unnoticed by him. Kakucho pressed a kiss to your hairline, smiling when he felt your face nuzzle into his neck. 

He took his time with you—prepping you for his cock and letting you work yourself up to a comfortable rhythm that had you moaning and snapping your hips lewdly. Your soft pants and quiet cries spurred him on to curl his fingers in a come hither motion, circling on your golden spot over and over again until you cried out from the stimulation.

“K-Kaku!” soft fingers wrapped around his wrist. 

Like a great golden tapestry unraveling, he held the gorgeous threads of your dissolution carefully in his open palms with the tender care of a great artist putting the final touches to his masterpiece. Your kisses tasted like desperation and he happily drank them up, finding his belonging in the curve of your knitted brow. Kakucho was gentle when he retracted his slicked fingers and tapped them against your parted lips, implicitly asking for you to open up. 

You fulfilled his wishes for him perfectly like you always did, suckling on his calloused digits, wide doe-eyes locked on his incongruous ones.

He manouvered you onto your side, removing your tank top and sleep shorts, tossing them onto the floor. Your obedience was a sliver of nirvana for him when he tasted it on his open mouth; caressing your lower lip with his velvet soft tongue, your lashes fluttering against his. 

The sunlight streaming in highlighted the lines of your body dipped in gold, only for his viewing pleasure. Rapturous attention was paid unto the intimate curve of your dainty wrist when it dipped in between your bare thighs past the band of your satin panties, lightly strumming your clit while your hooded gaze flickered to his parted mouth.

“I want to ruin you,” Kakucho mumbled, large palms drifting up the terrain of your form to cup the plush offerings that were your heaving tits. “Tease you til’ you cry for me like you always do. What do you say, my little whore?” 

Your desperate little nod should not have made him grin so widely. Like the smug bastard he was, Kakucho had you trapped under his heftier build, and he brought your hands behind the small of your back, lovingly kissing your shoulder as he mumbled for you to hold onto this position. The sweet blurbs tumbling from your mouth when he arrived back to bed reminded him of a fragile bird caught in a trap, and him, the gleeful hunter ready to sink his teeth into your soft, willing flesh. 

The cuffs pressed your arms together, holding them in a reverse prayer position while he roped its harness under the swell of breasts, making sure to languidly tongue the stiff peaks of your nipples while he fastened the buckles. It left your upper body completely interlocked; his warm palms rasped down your thighs, and secured the last two remaining cuffs around the plush flesh, lifting them up to hook the two manacles onto the harness securely strapped underneath your heaving chest. 

Trussed up and warm in the face, you could only watch, helpless as his muscles gleamed, cock stiff and leaking inside his grey sweatpants. Kakucho’s incongruous eyes twinkled, and you didn’t have to unwind your heavy tongue to ask him what he was doing; the intention was clear enough when he went towards the oak dressing table and rummaged in the designated toys and ropes shelf. 

He kept the hidden instrument behind his back, sauntering towards you with a growing smirk. The bed dipped under his weight, and there was nothing you could do but let him pull you close by the ankles, your lewdly spread legs giving him a front row view of your messy folds and throbbing clit. “Beautiful.” 

You tensed when leaned closer, lips brushing your nose, your cheeks and eventually enveloping the soft petals of your parted mouth in a chaste kiss. Every gust of inhale was wasted when he stole it just as fast, inhaling you like you were the world’s most delicious scent. Kakucho busied his lips down the column of your neck, biting into that favourite spot which always made your toes curl. Warm, open mouth kisses descended down your collarbone, towards the rise of your tits and he squeezed them generously, flicking the turgid nubs with his fingers just to watch them harden under his teasing ministrations. 

“Kaku,” your breathless moan made his cock twitch and he hungrily suckled on one stiff nipple, letting your flavour explode across his tongue. Burying a muffled moan in a mouthful of your tit, his other hand trailed lightly down the curve of your side, straight towards the soaking seat of your panties. Two fingers found the imprint of your clit and gently circled them, leaving the material sticking to your skin with ridiculous transparency; your juices almost flooding the diaphonous fabric through. 

Kakucho hummed, and rolled your nipple in between his teeth, enjoying your sudden sharp inhale. 

“I love it when you’re all tied up for me,” he dipped his head lower, leaving more kisses down the valley of your breasts. From the corner of your eye, he picked up the hidden object high above your head and dragged his mouth right back to the pulsating mark he left on your neck, distracting you from what he did next. Your head was lifted slightly off the soft mattress, and you felt the familiar band of your favorite ballgang rasping your cheek. Instinctively, your mouth fell open and Kakucho chuckled, kissing the plump of your lower lip before bringing the ball underneath your chin.

He busied himself with adjusting the material, and you took the time to teasingly run your tongue over the ridges of his ear, enjoying how his gust of warm laughter on your neck made goosebumps erupt down the line of your spine. “Impatient?” 

Your whine was muffled from the bright red ball stuck in between your teeth, the straps tightening to squish the fat of your cheeks and giving you an adorable, chipmunk like similarity that made him grin wider. He kissed your cheek, muttering how cute you were, much to your chagrin and humiliation. 

It did not get any better, especially when Kakucho was intimately aware of the tactics to make you squirm. He held out from touching your body, lifting himself up into a kneeling position to admire the spread of your legs and the twitchy little pearl begging for his tongue to devour her. Grabbing his phone from the bedside table, he aligned the camera to your flushed folds and started filming, ignoring your muffled, sweet whines. 

“Hush, baby. I want to make this a morning neither of us would forget.”

As he spoke, he dipped his fingers down lower and lower until they touched the hood of your pulsing clit. You seized, eyes rolling into the back of your skull when he started to pinch and roll the throbbing bud; your thighs tensing from the frustrating reality that you could do nothing but endure his torment. 

Kakucho kept his phone steady, dipping his fingers teasingly into your warm, wet hole where they came out slicked to the knuckles. He brought his fingers up to your face, smearing the sopping juices onto your cheek as you flinched and shot him a glare. The camera caught every twitch of your expression, and his low chuckle made the blood shoot further down south, more wetness spilling out from your exposed hole.

“So pretty. Don’t act like you wouldn’t suck on my fingers like a little slut if that gag was not shutting you up.” His harsh words was in contrast to the soft kiss he placed on your shoulder, before ending the recording and tossing his phone aside.

After minutes of heavy petting and more fondling than your frustrated pussy could endure, Kakucho finally gave in and trailed blooming hot, and wet kisses smacking lewdly against your skin down the apex of your thighs. Stopping short just of your pubic bone, he flickered his eyes up to you and grinned; a split second of delay until he parted the seat of your panties aside and fell into your pussy like a starved man devouring a buffet for the first time. 

Your scream ricocheted off the walls, and your hips pushed back, taken offguard by his zeal. But, Kakucho pinned you down to the bed, forcing you to take it; to last under his torment. He licked, sucked and lapped at your folds, murmuring praises in a dark, husky timber, holding you open for him as your limbs twitched in your bonds.

Muffled whispers of pretty, such a pretty baby and taste s’good were heard in between the pornographic wet smacks of his mouth meeting your squelching cunt. Drool slipped down your jaw, joining a stream of tears seeping into the sheets as your lover heartily ate you out for his own pleasure. 

Two thick fingers parted through your twitching, gummy walls and you shrieked, biting down on the ballgag hard when they found your golden spot. Kakucho curled his fingers forward in a come-hither motion, all the while he ran his tongue around your clit, suckling it like a candy he was trying to dissolve into his mouth. Your tears and sobs mingled with the stuttered groans coming from the man passionately chasing you down the peak of your pleasure. 

Too much… it was too much.

“Mhmp—Kwaku!” 

You thrashed your head from side to side, hips stuttering and jerking to escape his wicked attentions. 

The bubbling hot pit just underneath your belly button was begging to spill over and you bucked your hips up, already tasting your orgasm in the back of your throat. But, like always, nothing with Kakucho was easy, especially when he pulled away a fraction of a second before you went careening down the edge. 

He chuckled at your muffled profanities, swiping away a tear forming in the corner of your eye. 

“Almost there? Sorry, baby.”

Resting his big build in between your legs, you shivered, abdomen clenching when he started kissing the inside of your thighs, making sure to run his tongue along the natural curve of your body from time to time. Riling you back up. 

Your teeth dug into the rubber ball, chewing out your frustrations when he started peppering small, wet kisses along your pubic bone, right at the edge of your panties. They were completely soaked through, paper thin and translucent that you should’ve been embarrassed. But, no, you were snapping your hips up again, circling them with breathy whines expelling past your stretched jaw, humiliation and intense need welling deep in your body, each stream close to overflowing.

Kakucho made good on his promise to tease you until you cried; fat tears splashing down your face as he gently pinched and rubbed your clit through the flimsy material. One particular hard pinch was enough to get your hips snapping up violently and a scream tearing through the room. 

The burn from your tender clit was no match for how he started to tease your pussy over the fabric, making you soak your ruined panties even more. 

You wished you could close your thighs, ground your pussy on the bed—anything to alleviate this maddening sensation of unfulfillment deep in you. 

“I know you want to cum so badly,” Kakucho flicked your clit and you whimpered. “But I’m having so much fun with you, my baby. You’re such a fucking treat to tease and deny.” 

If your reactions drove him mad, his words made you positively feral. Lifting your fucked out gaze to him, sweat stuck the loose strands of your hair together onto your chest. Kakucho had barely stuck his cock in you and you were already unraveling for him in record time. 

Such a pretty thing… I want to ruin her for other men.

You were full on whimpering, eyes rolling towards the ceiling, chin and chest shiny with drool, mimicking the slick of your thighs that was completely drenched from his ministrations. 

Kakucho was in no better state—the front of his sweatpants was soaked in pre, and his cock was a massive tent, raging to be buried in you. He couldn’t deny the both of you any longer. Sliding his pants down his thick and tone thighs, he pushed your panties aside almost lovingly and aligned the bright red tip of his swollen cock right to your entrance.

The moment he sank deep into you with no resistance, the both of you moaned. 

“Feels good?” he panted, starting a punishing rhythm. You couldn’t do anything but whine and nod, eyes knocking back into your skull til the only the glimmer of white shone. He kissed your cheek, suffused with pride. My good little fucked out slut. 

Kakucho grabbed your hips, fistful of your flesh his anchor to drill his huge length into you over and over again, until it felt that you might die from the void his outline left behind. You needed him to cum in you—needed to feel the hot, sloshing ropes fill you up or else you swore you would lose your mind. 

Hiccuping his name in broken, muffled whimpers, Kakucho pressed his forehead to yours, unexpectedly tender. “I’ve n-never known a home u-until you, Y/N.” His cheeks dusted with pink, rivulets of sweat running down his angular features rolled onto yours, and you studied him, rapt with attention, looking so adorable despite the ballgag and restraints holding your body in submission. Kakucho’s eyes were crystal clear, with no deceit behind them.

Just pure, unadulterated love. The same kind reflected in the shine of your eyes. 

“Thank you.” A clumsy kiss that bruhsed your cheek and you whimpered, turning your face to his, begging without words for him to remove the gag. 

Somehow, he understood. Shaky fingers undid the buckle, and the bright ball fell from your sore jaw, leaving you free to coax his lips onto yours. Kakucho kissed you deeply, tongue pinning yours down as his hips stuttered and bucked, a telltale sign he was quick to cum. 

“Fuck, shit, sorry, baby, sorry—” 

You had no idea what he was apologizing for when you felt it. The twitch of his cock; the cum that filled you up to the brim in hot ropes. 

Kakucho expelled a gutteral groan, unlike that of a male bull breeding his willing partner. His pretty features contorting into devastating wildness, the lewd groans of his pleasure spilling deep into you, made your shoddy restraint on your orgasm crumble like a sand in the wind.

Your entire body seized, every fiber and neuron freezing. And then… the fires raged.

Bringing you down. Dragging you over hot coals. Your orgasm was a vengeful, powerful thing.

It left you wailing out his name, hips stuttering and stilling, your brow scrunched beautifully as it dragged you under. Kakucho’s kiss only made it the more intense, the rush of emotions that departed from his tongue twining with yours, bringing forth a ruin which shook you both right down to your cores. 

A fractured sort of silence took over the bedroom. Kakucho came down from his high the same time the fires stopped burning you to the stake. His lips pressed to your cheek was a cool balm, slowly grounding you with more warm stamps that left you even more exhausted than when you had drifted off to sleep last night.  

Like a warm blanket had wrapped around you, your eyes fluttered close and you fell back against the mattress, limp with exhaustion. You barely felt him remove the restraints, catching hints of metal clinking onto the ground, and then, your sated body was in his arms. 

“M’sorry, baby… I couldn’t help it.” Kakucho swiped his fingers through the mess between your thighs, murmuring softly into your hair. “Couldn’t stop myself.” 

He held you close to his stuttering chest, the beat of his heart loud and wild like a stallion underneath your cheek. Eventually, it mellowed out, and you zoned in on his quiet breathing; the rise and fall of his broad chest calming you down. Warm circles rubbed onto your back leashed you back to reality and the fog slowly disappeared, bringing with it a chill that trembled you right in your bones.

Kakucho held you through the plateau, kissing your forehead, your cheek, your lips until the shakes subsided. You drifted off into a light doze, barely hearing the next words he whispered into your hair.

“—love you…”

You flickered your eyes open, something tender and cautious smarting in your chest. It stood on shaky legs, like a newborn baby deer, blinking awake to a world beholding its presence for the first time. It shook you like the first winter’s chill and the last summer’s breeze at the same time. Taking root in you to gloss over the unknown doubts coming out from the woodwork in the thick of your soul. 

“You… love me?”

His hesitation was regarded with little scrutiny; the tiny hitch of his breath monumental. The next words he murmured laid the last of your doubts to an earthly death.

“I do. I love you.”

Breaking. You were breaking. Seeping, golden light flooded the tender chambers of your chest, a longtime fear you never knew you harbored so intimately—so preciously held fast in red strings wrapped tightly to your sky high walls, blew into smithereens from his quiet proclamation.

What did you know of love? Beyond its foolishness, its fiction and its elusiveness? 

Right here, in his arms, you came to understand that even fantasy was rooted in reality, much like how you were anchored by his side for now—for many years to come down this uncertain, but brightening road. 

“I love you, too.” Four words that was akin to a teacup trying to hold the entire ocean.

Not enough—never enough. 

But, somehow, just right. 

•

Good things never last for someone as unlucky as you.

With your days whittling into weeks, every moment in Kakucho’s luxurious penthouse was steeped in undeniable golden hues, reminiscent of lush happiness and gentle sin. The mornings waking up in his arms, adjusting his tie before he left for work and the soft kiss he placed on your cheek. Nights you spent waiting up for him, welcoming him with your arms, kisses and sometimes, the warmth of your body. 

Routine took over and you had never seen a bliss like this. 

But, like every love story, tragedy was not far behind.

You remembered that it was four in the afternoon. You had just finished giving Kenji his bath and were in the middle of cleaning up the kitchen, planning to make a warm meal for your lover so that he could be greeted by the comforting scent of his favourite dish the moment he walked into the door.

Wiping down the counter, you were suddenly assuaged by a burning smell.

Before you could react and investigate further, the front door of the apartment blew open. The gaping, bleeding hole in your periphery was unlike an open vacuum that seemed to suck every bit of warmth, leaving this cradle feeling like an exposed field. 

The air was tinged with sulphur and you could barely hear above Kenji’s rapid barking, the golden retriever standing in between the door and your trembling body, trained to protect you by Kakucho. 

Smoke hung thickly in the air like oil over water and you struggled to breathe, your eyes watering. A figure cutting an intimidating silhouette by the threshold walked in—his dark blue eyes widening when he recognized your pale face. 

“Y/N!” 

His voice. 

“N-Naoto—” you were enveloped in a warm embrace, strong arms pulling you off the ground. In the ringing of chaos, his voice cut above the mayhem. 

“Get a medic! We found her!” 

They hauled you out the door, past hallways you had never seen before. Away from the penthouse. They told you that you had been missing for three months. That they cracked down on Tenjiku and Kurokawa Izana was arrested along with the rest of his goons. 

Abducted and held hostage by Hitto Kakucho. The whispers raged like fire on a dry field, clouding your ears with incredulous assumptions.

The cameras flashed, capturing your hounded expression. 

No. No, this could not be. 

“Ouch—hey! Someone get this mutt away from me!” A sickening crunch and Kenji’s yelp petered out into a whine. “Stupid dog. Hitto probably used him to tear traitors from limb to limb.” 

“Stop!” you screamed, thrashing around in their hold. “Stop—don’t hurt him!” Naoto tightened his hold on you.

“Calm down, Y/N. You’re safe now. You’re safe now. We won’t let that bastard touch you again.”

“Where is he?” you gasped out when they led you down towards the ambulance. Voices hailed you as the missing girl found again; neighbors you had never seen before peeking their head out their equally opulent units to find out what was going on. “Kaku—”

“We lost him,” you didn’t have to look up to sense Tachibana’s jaw tightening. “But, once we catch that evil asshole, we’ll stand him trial and you’ll finally have justice. He’s a dangerous bastard, Y/N.”

No, no. This wasn’t true. Kakucho had never hurt you. “You’re wrong! Please, let me go back!” your screams rebounded over the crowd, and gasps could be heard; your panic drawing attention and more confusion when you started thrashing in Naoto’s grasp. “He’s my lover! Stop—stop! Let me go back! Let me go back!” 

Naoto looked at you like you had lost your entire head. “Y/N, he’s a killer! He’s tortured people, maimed them and even sliced off heads for fuck’s sake. You can’t be fucking serious… you don’t mean that.”

The tears dislodged to stain your tank top, and you shook your head rapidly, dismissing his poisonous suggestions. 

“No. You’re wrong. You’re so wrong. Kakucho would never hurt me. He loves me and I love him. You don’t understand—”

Your friend made a sound in the back of his throat like he was being strangled. With strength you did not know he could use on you, Naoto hauled your body towards the ambulance, uncaring that you were struggling or that you were pushing back with equal ardour. 

“Naoto Tachibana, don’t do this!” you begged. Two more men grabbed your shoulders, restraining you to the stretcher with soft yet unyielding velcro. 

A group of police blocked reporters from rushing towards you, the clanging clamor making your head throb and vision blurry. Someone dumped Kenji’s limp body in the ambulance at the foot of your stretcher and you choked back on a cry. 

Catching sight of your horrified stare, the paramedic patted your shoulder. “Don’t worry, we just had to sedate your dog. He will be fine. Miss Y/N? Miss? Hey—”

The color had leached from your cheeks, and dark spots appeared in your vision. 

“Miss—hey! Hey! Iwa-chan, we need to give her oxygen—”

That was the last thing you heard before the world faded into black.

The life you built with Kakucho—the love you both grew from the ground up—completely lost in flames. 

•

“Stockholm Syndrome,” the psychiatrist evaluated, her thin, fushia-hued lips pursed over your reports. “As we suspected.”

Tachibana Naoto had many horrible days in his life. From a robbery gone wrong to his first bullet wound, the young detective had seen many horrors in his short years. But, none so when your mental evaluations came back to Tokyo PD. 

“Fuck.” The stoic detective rubbed his forehead, his usually neat raven locks ruffled from one too many times he ran a hand through them. “The videos he took of her on his phone. Did he… is there any evidence we can use to charge him with rape?” 

The psychiatrist closed her eyes, knowing exactly what videos he was referring to. The ones with you being sexually assaulted. It was not easy watching that Tenjiku scum use his friend like his personal sex slave. The gun pointed to your head as he forced you to give him oral sex was not the worst one—it was the numerous positions he put you in, the humiliation you suffered at his hands for his cruel amusement. 

Naoto’s stomach tightened. They still have not addressed the biggest violation Hitto Kakucho had committed against you.

“Does she know?” his voice was paper thin and cracking. “About the baby?” 

The older woman stiffened. She set her pen down, and lowered her eyes, removing her green-rimmed glasses and wiping it carefully across her silk blouse; buying more time to reply. “Yes. She is aware,” Dr. Kira finally uttered.

Fuck. “And how did she react to it?” 

The most trusted psychiatrist in Tokyo PD actually winced. “She… is devastated. But, not because she’s pregnant with that monster’s child. But, because the father’s status remains unknown.”

Naoto was going to kill Kakucho when the latter was in his grasp—if that bastard was still alive. He had heard of cases like this where women were kept in cellars while their captors raped them until they conceived. Usually, it was followed with immense guilt and shame which was valid with the sufferings they had endured. But, in your case, it was completely unheard of for a captive to have fallen in love with her abuser and captor this ardently. 

The state was already requesting Tokyo PD for permission to interview you, most likely for collecting more data on the deviation of your psyche. Fuck. Naoto needed a drink.

“I’ll go and speak to her.”

“Tachibana.” He stopped in his tracks, turning his head slightly towards Kira.

“Don’t push her too hard,” Dr. Kira shook her head. “Her psyche is fragile and I believe if she loses the baby due to stress… it would have dire consequences on her wellbeing.”

Naoto nodded. He left the room, heading down the hall right towards the women’s ward where he found your door ajar. You were there, propped against the bed, a bandage on your cheek from a where a piece of shrapnel had nicked your skin during the rescue mission. Kenji was on your lap, fast asleep, and you were stroking his golden fur mindlessly, another hand on your belly.

Your eyes snapped to his, stunningly lucid for a woman who had suffered through much trauma. “I know what you’re going to say,” the strength in your brittle voice took him aback slightly. “But, you’re wrong. Kakucho has never hurt me. Not even once. The videos you recovered—it was consensual.” Tears trickled down your face, and you sniffed loudly. “He never did anything to me that I didn’t want done.”

Naoto felt like he was going to be sick. How much damage did that bastard inflict onto you that your thinking was this warped? 

“Hey.” He struggled to keep his facade calm, pulling a chair and sitting down next to you. Your hands were trembling, lower lip quivering. “How’re you feeling?”

Your eyes rippled close and you turned your head to the side, unable to face him. “Just get it over with. I know you find me disgusting for defending Kakucho. But, I’m not sick in the head. I really do love him and he loves me.”

“Then why did he leave his phone behind where we could track you?”

Naoto could tell his words finally hit a mark. Your eyes snapped wide open, and you whipped your head around to face him, aghast. “W-what?” 

“Yeah,” the detective swallowed. “We raided their Yokohama warehouse where Izana was presiding on a meeting. Kakucho dropped his phone during the altercation, and fled. You know better than me how much Tenjiku doesn’t leave a trace, so, for him to do that…”

He didn’t have to finish his sentence. You could fill in the blanks for yourself. He betrayed me. 

“No,” you shook your head, refusing to believe what Naoto was implying. “No. He loves me—”

“I know you think he does, and I won’t refute you,” your friend emphasized. “But, you’re carrying his baby now, Y/N. Listen, I’ve spoken to the deputy judge. He’s decided to give you a mercy abortion on grounds that you were raped—”

“No!” you screamed, jolting Kenji who snapped to his feet, growling at an uneasy Naoto. “No,” you blubbered, softer this time. “Kakucho did not betray me.” The tears chased down your face like rapidly falling rain, your hands white-knuckled claws on the sheets. “He would never do that to me. Kakucho loves me.”

The lines around Naoto’s mouth deepened. “I know this is upsetting for you, Y/N and rightfully so—” 

“Get out.” Softer than down and yet harsher than steel. Your friend gaped. “I want you to leave me alone.”

From your trembling hands and averted gaze to the dog baring its teeth at him in warning, Naoto sensed his time together with you was up. Before he departed, he shared with you one last look, dark blue eyes stormy like a raging sea. 

“Take care, Y/N.”

The door closed behind him. You fell into a heap, clutching Kenji closed to your chest while the dog whimpered, licking at your tears. 

Kaku… where are you? You sobbed harder. Come back to me, please. 

•

A heavy boot crunching into his belly for what felt like the thousandth time tonight was the final straw which made him spew out a wad of blood onto the concrete pavement.

Around him, looming like sentinels, the rest of Tenjiku stood watching his punishment. Mochi, his best friend in arms and in the training ring, was the one tasked to beat him close to death—an affront that was as much a humiliation for Kakucho as it was to the other man. 

He coughed, more blood dripping onto his chest. Mochi’s dark eyes flashed, almost as if in apology, and he lifted his boot again, about to slam it on more time into his comrade’s beaten form, when someone cleared their throat. 

The crowd parted, the light from one dwindling, hanging bulb above this dark room showing snatches of a pair of lilac eyes and snow white hair. Kakucho forced himself to scramble into a kneeling position; begging Izana for his forgiveness.

“You lied to us.”

Kakucho tensed, waiting for a blow that never came. 

“You betrayed us by letting that little pig snitch stay in your home. You almost destroyed Tenjiku, Kaku-chan. Our dream. All for a whore?” 

He gritted his teeth, biting down on the urge to vehemently disagree with Izana. She is not a whore.

“I am sorry, Izana-san.”

“Get up.” 

Kakucho staggered to his knees with some difficulty, fixing his swollen, visually impaired eye on his master and best friend. Izana’s expression, always mask like with those hauntingly empty purple orbs, were contorted into a frown. He was beyond disappointed. Kurokawa Izana was devastated with him.

I may die here tonight. Kakucho barely had time to manouvere himself back to his feet, when his head snapped up, a searing pain in his scalp, someone holding him by his hair. Izana clicked his tongue, tightening his fingers in those thick, midnight blue locks. 

“Was she more important than us? Than your family?”

“Izana—” he spat out, a bit of blood flecking onto the tanned skin of his chin. “I-I’m sorry—”

“Save it.” Izana let him go, and he crumpled back onto the ground. “One good thing you did was to never keep any incriminating evidence in your penthouse, though I can’t say the same for your sex life with her.”

Kakucho tensed, a smattering of snickers from the other men echoing around the warehouse. “If you wanted a whore to… try your ropes on… you should’ve asked me for any of my girls. I’m sure they would’ve been happy to obliged.”

Despite the fire going off in his wounded chest, and the vitriol he wanted to hurl at Izana’s back, Kakucho held his tongue. His master was all-seeing, all-knowing. 

Nothing escaped his attentions, and unfortunately, if he wanted to spend the whole evening ridiculing him on his sexual deviances, then there was nothing much the scarred man could do to stop him. 

But, that did not mean he had to sit back and take Izana’s abuse. 

“What would you know of love?” His whispery, small voice echoed throughout the empty space. Izana stopped in his tracks. 

“Say that again.”

“Love,” Kakucho wheezed, staggering back to his feet, curling his hands into fists. “What do you know of it if you keep on pushing it away?”

A shot fired, whizzing past his bleeding ear, but Kakucho did not flinch. He anticipated it as much. 

“Love? Is that what you call it?” Izana’s voice, soft and paper thin, was not to be assumed a sign of pleasantry. Not when the smell of lead and gunpowder sizzled around him. “Is that what you call a woman who told the world you were a monster that got her pregnant?” 

Kakucho’s stance faltered, his eyebrows shooting up. “What are you going on about?” 

In answer, a newspaper was slapped onto his broad, bloodstained chest. The scarred man narrowed his eyes, trying to read the headline through his bleary, swollen eyes and excruciating exhaustion. 

Hostage held by infamous yakuza gang, Tenjiku, assaulted. Judges plead clemency to the court for a mercy abortion. 

Of all the blows he suffered tonight, this one hit the hardest. Kakucho expelled a reedy exhale, and crushed the paper in his hands. Dropping it right to his feet, he wobbled, knees shaking. Y/N… his Y/N… what did he do to her?

“You see?” Despite the shock Izana had dealt him, stirrings of pity still lashed in his tone, bringing disquiet to the men around. “She’s telling a different story.” 

Tears smarted in his eyes, and Kakucho had to hold onto every last shred of his composure to not fall into a heap at his leader’s feet, bawling like a little boy. Instead, he squared his shoulders and nodded. “It was my mistake, Izana-san. I heartily accept any punishment you wish to dole out on me.”

Bending his body forward was proven to be difficult, but Kakucho did so with a humble heart and a penitant soul. Izana sighed.

“I don’t want to hurt you any more. You’ve learned your lesson fast enough. Go get cleaned up. We’ll be discussing contingency plans and how best to cover our tracks.”

Solemn words ended the informal meeting and Kakucho straightened. Someone passed him a jacket and a towel, and he did not have to look up to sense that it was Mochi. 

“Shoulda killed that bitch when you had the chance,” his comrade mumbled, unable to look him in the eye. “Would’ve saved us the heat, y’know.”

There was nothing he could say to reply to Mochi’s callous words. Instead, he took the jacket and towel, wiping off the blood and shoving his arms into the sleeves with barely an iota of grace. The grace of his bedroom called out ot him, before he remembered with bitter clarity how he his penthouse was tainted by Tokyo PD. How he had led them to Y/N because if anything happened to him, he could not bear leaving her alone to starve and rot in a home she could not escape from.

With his hands tied, Kakucho made the best choices he could at the moment. And it had backfired, horrendously. 

Y/N… wait for me. Yes, he was stubborn. And yes, he would do anything it took to explain himself that his choices were for her. For a woman he loved. For the family he wanted to go back home to again.

Home. 

God, he missed his home.

I’m coming for you, Y/N. He took one painful step forward, ignoring the stinging pain in his abdomen, aching with every ragged breath he took. Wait for me, angel. 

•

“No, I will not do this.”

Tears coruscrated in your eyes, and even in the heat of the moment, you wished you did not cry when Naoto and the team of doctors were staring you down. Trying to intimidate you to go through with their suggestion to harm Kakucho’s baby.

“Y/N, please, listen to reason—”

“Y/N, I know this is tough on you,” a familiar voice piped up, and the group of doctors parted, letting Kira through. Her smile was thin as tissue, though she fortified it to keep up pretenses. “Please, would you give us a both a moment?” 

Naoto and the rest of the OBGYNs reluctantly exited the room, allowing the psychiatrist to take a seat next to your hospital bed. 

Kenji was sulking near your feet, and though he was not friendly to Dr. Kira, he did not growl at her either. Choosing to watch her every move with distrustful, beady eyes.

Your clenched jaw, tight fists and swollen eyes needed no introduction to the expert psychologist to how much this decision was tearing you apart. Dr. Kira was fully cognizant of how hard trasmuted emotions across captors and victims could be, and she approached you with the gentleness of cornering a terrified, wounded deer.

“Y/N? Are you feeling alright?” 

You sniffed, shaking your head.

“I know this can be a hard topic for you to handle right now, but I want you to tell me, in full detail, what Kakucho-san means to you.”

The mere mention of his name was enough to draw tears into your eyes. “Why? So you can villainize him again? Call him a monster? Everyone already thinks he’s the devil, so anything I say about him will have no effect.”

“No,” Dr. Kira persisted. “Forget what they say. I want to know what you say, okay? Your story is the only one I want to hear right now.” 

You eyed her with distrust, but there was nothing but openness across the psychiatrist’s face. 

“He… is kind. Attentive. When I was in his home, he always made sure to cook for me on time. Sure, he held me captive and threatened me, but he was just doing his job. When he found out I didn’t mean any harm, Kakucho became softer with me. He even got me Kenji as a companion cause I was lonely,” you sank your fingers into the pup’s golden fur, tears chasing down your cheeks.

“He’s so gentle and lovely. Everything we did together… sexually… was fully consensual. I loved every second of it. He understands me like no one else in this world does.” Your sobs bounced across the sterile walls. “I love him. I love him so much and I hate how I don’t know if he’s alive. It’s killing me everyday, doctor. I just want him to be safe.”

Misery lined your entire face, and Dr. Kira furrowed her brow, her own eyes shiny. “I understand. So, you do love him and you think he loves you?”

“I know he does,” you sniffed. “I know he loves me. He’s coming for me.”

Despite how much your words did not mean to affect her, it did. Dr. Kira felt her heart double in speed.

Naoto’s plan chimed in her head. Get her to share more information about Hitto. We can use her to get to that sick bastard.

“How do you know that?” Kira asked cautiously.

The anticipation in your soul churned. Knowledge that Kakucho was just out of reach from your fingertips was agonisingly enticing. “I just do. He’s that kind of person. If he loves you, he’ll do anything for you.”

“So, where do you think he will most likely meet you?” 

You closed your eyes, sinking back into the paltry pillows. “I don’t know. I can’t say for sure because he’s secretive.”

“You just have a hunch?”

Peeling your eyes open, your gaze was both frightfully sharp and lucid on hers. “Yes. But, I know he will come back for me. I just don’t know when.”

Sorry, Naoto. I can’t get through to her. Kira quirked a small smile. That son of a bitch is good—he kept her in the dark so she wouldn’t get into any trouble.

“I see. Well, in any case, I’ll speak to the other OBGYNs and Noato. We don’t have to go through with the abortion if that’s what you want.”

You perked up in disbelief. Kira felt a stab of pity in her soul for the broken woman drowning in the sterile white hospital blankets. Such strength and hope wasted on a bastard who was the scum of society. 

“Is that possible?”

Kira returned your dumbfounded expression with a soft tilt of her mouth. “It is fully your choice. But, just know that if you want to have the abortion, all avenues are still open for you.”

A short bow and the psychiatrist left you with your reeling thoughts.

“Did’cha hear that, Kenji?” The dog, perhaps knowing what precious treasure you carried in your body, nuzzled his nose into your belly, protectively wrapping his body around your torso. “Kakucho Jr. can still live. You’re still going to be a nii-san.”

His ears perked and his head tilted. You laughed.

“Daddy will come for us,” you muttered softly, patting the sweet creature’s head. “I know he will.”

•

The hospital where they kept you away from him was barely an obstacle worth considering.

Sharp, dual-hued eyes surveyed the scene. Security was lax at best; the aging guard could barely hold his baton straight. The police, however, would prove to be a thorn in his side. 

Tachibana himself was tasked with parametering your ward, his back ramrod straight and dark blue gaze unflinching. Bastard. The nerve of him to take his family away and poison your mind with negative conceptions of him. 

Kakucho would make him pay. But, first, he had to find out exactly which unit they were keeping you in. Tuning his binoculars to sharpen the focal points, the Tenjiku underboss scanned up and down the building. At first, a blank slate greeted him, with closed paisley curtains, sickly people on beds, and neutral-faced nurses closing the windows against the evening chill.

Then, the sheen of your hair caught his eye. Soft and dream-like, Kakucho felt his breath catch in the back of his throat. His little muse was unaware of the power she held over him, cheek pressed to her palm, surveying the outside world with barely any interest. His poor sweetheart. What did they do to you, Y/N? Your cheeks were gaunter, thinner. Despite your pregnancy, you did not look happy, sullen and withdrawn in place of the usual famed glow. 

He swallowed heavily. Those bastards would pay. 

Counting the floors, he made quick work, hauling on a gas mask and fiddling with the acrid smoke bombs he had in his pocket. His glock—locked and filled with heavy bullets—weighed in his other hand. In case anything else went south, a machine gun Shion lent him was strapped right to his back. But, before he could take a step forward and carry out his plans, a short clear of a throat caught his attention.

He turned to find Ran, Rindou and Mochi smiling in the half-dark.

“Looks like Romeo’s got his war paint on,” Ran taunted, edging closer into the light. “So, is this your grand plan? You’d make her faint with that damn mask.”

Kakucho scowled and removed the offensive item, glaring at them with a twinkle in his eye. “What are you assholes doing here?” 

“Shion told us you asked for his Browning. We put two and two together,” Rindou supplied, grinning like his brother, though his was laced with surprise and not mockery like Ran’s. 

“Couldn’t let you have all the fun,” Mochi hummed.

Ran cleared his throat. “Enough bickering. We gonna blow this place up or what?” 

“What about Izana? Does he know you’re all here?” Kakucho, ever the cautious one, was a voice of reason even when his plans were bat-shit insane. 

Mochi gave him a look. “Do you think he cares? We’re here, right. That’s all you need to know. C’mon. We have to get Kaku-chan’s girl back.”

Impulsivneess overtook rationalism. Kakucho handed them one smoke bomb each. “West wing, the 8th floor. Looks like the last room to the left. But, be careful. This place is swarming with pigs.”

“All the better,” Ran grinned manically, and there was something so bright, so callous, in his lilac eyes that it made a shiver run down Kakucho’s spine. 

“I love the squeals they make before we barbeque them.”

–

One second, you were staring outside at the world growing dimmer with night approaching, and the next, mayhem broke lose.

Horrified screams were the first thing that alerted you to the terror unfurling right in these hospital wings. Kenji stood straighter, his ears completely rigid, holding his little body between yours and the door. You froze, unable to move, not when heavy sounds of footsteps exacerbated the dread in your soul. 

Thump thump thump.

The lights overhead seemed to flicker. 

You slid down to the floor, trying to curl underneath the bed as best as you could. 

A whine and you realized that Kenji had broken free from your arms, and he was running towards the door, barking loudly and scratching at the wood.

“Kenji, no!’ you half whispered half hissed, fully horrified. “Come back here!” 

But, the pup would not listen. He yelped and barked, tail wagging as if to lead right to your door. You heart squeezed, breath lodged in your throat when the thumping footsteps ceased. 

A stretch of silence.

The door blew open and you slapped a palm over your mouth to stop screaming. Kenji was beyond ecstatic, wagging his tail, bounding up and down, and the second the dust settled, a voice you never dreamed of hearing again—too lost to the fugue of your grief—rattled you right to the core. 

“Buddy? Hey, Kenji—”

Kakucho. 

“Where’s your mommy?” 

His boots lining your vision underneath the bed, slowly turned to the corner, and Kenji whined. “Y/N? Baby?” 

You unglued your stiff limbs and stuck a hand out from the bed, gripping onto his ankle. He yelped and dropped Kenji, the pup whining loudly and slinking back to the edge of the room. 

A warm palm clasped around yours, hauling you up from under the bed and into the broad expanse of a familiar chest. You could’ve cried with relief. 

His face—his dear face which came alive from your memory—was blue-black with bruises, but the familiar lines of them never faded. Midnight blue hair mused, incongruous eyes filled with tears, there was little that could detract you from the astounding truth. 

Kakucho was home.

Your cries were muffled into his shoulder, his arms tight around you.

“Kaku,” you choked, unable to breathe. “I thought you… I thought you—”

“I know, I know,” he murmured in a pain-filled voice, and held onto you tighter. “I know, and I’m so sorry, angel. I didn’t mean to leave you like that. I led them to you because I didn’t think I would come back alive.”

You shushed his worries with a quick kiss to his parted lips, tasting his tears. “I know, baby. I understand. I—”

“Yo, I hate to really break this up, but we gotta go.” A bored voice in the form of one highly amused lilac-haired man standing by the doorway, in the same gear as your lover, broke the spell between you two. 

Kakucho huffed, and drew you closer to his side. “Can you run, angel?” You picked Kenji up and nodded, determined.

“Right beside you, Kaku.” 

His smile shouldn’t have melted you into a million pieces. My strong girl.

Ran covered for you and Kakucho while you both ran ahead, the scarred man’s palm in yours warm and reassuring despite the chaos expanding from Tenjiku’s touch. Desks were scattered, papers strewn everywhere. Chairs were upturned, and many, many cops were laying on the ground, bloodied but still breathing.

“Kaku—”

“This way.” He tugged your hand, leading you straight for the lobby door, when it swiveled open, and a familiar figure cut the way off to your path of freedom. Naoto’s eyes were livid, and the men beside him grim. Their bulletproof vests and state-certified guns trained on the ragtag band unmatched. 

“Naoto—”

“Just where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he snarled, and trained his gaze to a stormy-faced Kakucho. “Really, Hitto? All this for a hostage? You Tenjiku scum are fucking insane—”

“Boss, watch out—!” 

Smoke exploded everywhere, and Kakucho barely had time to cover your face, ducking you down as bullets hailed around the room. Fogged up and reeling, your mind was in circles, spinning like a demented ballerina as the world tilted on its axis. 

Strong arms wrapped around you, voices fractured and someone screamed. Dizziness spread thorough your entire body; you could barely keep your eyes open. 

After that, the world went pitch black.

•

“—shoulda clapped that asshole.” 

“Not saying—justified—”

“Hey—shut up! She’s breathing…” 

“Angel? Can you hear me?” Above you, fracturing through a kaleidoscope, the most gorgeous pair of eyes in the world were staring at you in worry. You tried to loosen your tongue and speak, but it was weighed down with the lead of exhaustion and disorientation.

“Sorry, the smoke effects will disappear after a few minutes.”

You were in a moving car, your head perched on Kakucho’s lap, your body curled in the back seat. The city moved like a blur through the windowpanes, and you hazily fluttered your eyes open and shut, trying to reorient yourself.

Warm fingers brushed your face, coaxing you back to reality with a soft touch. “K-Kaku?”

“M’ here, angel,” he murmured softly. “You’re safe now.” 

Someone made a gagging sound in the front. “Sap.”

“For the love of—shut the fuck up, Haitani.”

You curled your fingers with his, dragging his palm to your cheek. “Mhm. Wha’happened?” 

“We busted you out from St. Lukes.”

Frowning, you were sure you heard wrongly. “Was anybody hurt?” 

Kakucho winced, and darted his gaze from yours. A telltale sign he was hiding something. “We’ll talk later, okay? Let’s get you back home.”

Home. It’s been awhile since that word resurfaced in your mind. You nodded, and sometime later, drifted back to sleep. Kakucho had to carry you out from the car, into the Haitani’s mansion on the outskirts of Tokyo, right at the fringes of another rural district. You woke up sometime around midnight, with your head propped on his chest, and his arm around your midsection.

He was staring up at the ceiling, startling lightly when you leaned forward to kiss his jaw. 

“Princess. Welcome back.” Your giggle warmed the chambers of his raw, untamed heart, and the crinkles in the corner of his mouth deepened with a smile when you leaned forward and kissed him.

It wasn’t a neat one, as evident from the light strings of spit joining your lips together, your noses bumping and teeth clacking. But, it was perfect to you. 

Kakucho parted a little ways, breathing slightly ragged. “Angel. As much as I want to really give into you right now, you’re still a bit weak. You need to rest.”

Though his words were sane, you could not stop the raw emotion bubbling in your chest, squeezing out in a gasp as you leaned forward to catch his lips again. Your fingers trembled when they reached the first button of his shirt, and he let you loosen at least three of them before strong hands wrapped around yours, stilling your progress.

“So stubborn.” 

He pushed you down onto the bed with a gentleness that tugged on your heart. Hovering above you, with his hair falling in neat waves, you parted them back with your palms cupping his cheeks, tracing his scar and features with the edges of your thumbs. 

“Hi,” you murmured shyly. Kakucho smiled, darting his eyes when you started lightly grazing the old gnarled skin of his scar right by his milky white orb, preferring to press a quick kiss to the pads of your fingers.

“Hey, yourself.” 

“I didn’t think you would come back.” 

That got his attention. He steadied his gaze on you, unflinching. Your thumbs stilled in their motion of retracing his features. “I would always come back. I told you, I… I love you. And I don’t let people I love go that easily.”

The ache laying dormant for weeks when you had to be separated from him, bubbled back to the surface like hot oil. Sparking everywhere with an almost feral devotion. You pulled him closer to you, lips meeting yours. Both your bodies moved in tandem, rolling in synchronity like waves rhythmically crashing to the shore. Finding a safe place back in each other’s arms.

Kakucho was the first to remove that godawful hospital gown off your body, his lips bruising a path down your slick body. First tasting the sweat in between your breasts, to kissing around your slightly pert tummy and down in between your legs.

“Looking so pretty,” he pressed the softest kiss onto the jut of your hip. “Carryin’ my baby and all. I love you so much, my angel.”

“Kaku,” you threaded your fingers in his hair, unable to cease the undulating motion of your hips. Begging without words for him to make it quick and filthy—to satisfy your burning need for him. He chuckled lowly, lifting your hips up.

“What is it, pretty? Use your words like a big girl, okay?”

Your mind turned fuzzy around the edges when his tongue dragged out to lap the length of your pubic bone, its roughened surface drawing goosebumps down your spine. 

“Mhm—want you ta’fuck me.” 

“Fuck you?” he murmured, pressing another infuriating kiss just above your shining seam. You were already wet and aching for him. “What else, angel?”

You bit your lower lip, unsure of the lengths he would go to get you begging for his cock. But, if there was one thing you knew about your lover, is that he loved to hear you beg. 

“I want you to… touch my pussy.” 

A sinful chuckle, warm and rich, danced off his tongue. “Just a touch?” 

Infuriating bastard! You tossed your head back when he started nipping and sucking your inner thighs. “Ugh—want you to—t-to give me your cock, Kaku. Need ya s’bad.”

He clicked his tongue. “Seriously, princess? You forgot your manners, huh, you filthy little girl?” 

It clicked into you the same moment his fingers shoved themselves roughly into your twitching hole as punishment for your disregard. “Fuck—oh, please!” Grasping onto his wrist, you tried to ground yourself to no avail, his fingers working in you so good, your toes started to curl in his periphery. “Mhmph—please fuck me!” 

Evidently pleased with your surrender, he started eating you out in earnest. God, you had missed this. Every lick, suck and nip was driving you down the deep end, towards the strongest orgasm of your life. What your mind had forgotten during those desolate weeks you were torn away from him, your body could still remember, quickly lapsing into the motions of your gyrating hips and raspy moans.

Kakucho, for his part, was devouring your flavour, missing how you melted on his tongue. Those beautiful eyes flitted up to you. The curve of your belly, slightly more pronounced now was the safe haven where he rested his large palm on.

“Beautiful.”

His whisper made you warm in the cheeks. But, it was nothing compared to how he removed his clothes—slowly, at first, and then it all fell to the ground in a heap of expensive black cotton. You eyed his stiff length, biting down harder on your lower lip. Kakucho clicked his tongue and freed your plump flesh from the grip of your teeth, giving you a soft kiss as he lined his weeping tip to your aching hole.

Stars burst in the back of your closed lids, mimicking the scores of red down his back from your fingernails. Your heels dug into his hips, holding on for dear life as he started a pace that made you buck and choke from the pleasure. Those celestial lights danced in the fringes of your mind as your desperate mouth sought his, brushing hurried kisses sloppily onto his parted mouth. 

Kakucho’s groan reverbrated right into your soul, especially when you reached between your bodies to toy with your clit, whining and eyes scrunched closed from the surmounting pressure. The need to finally break free and wail out your pleasure. You didn’t know where you were, or how you even got here. You didn’t know if Naoto was alive, or if any of the doctors and civilians were harmed in this risky rescue mission.

All you needed to feel, taste and hear was Kakucho coming undone for you. 

“Please,” your stuttered words mimicked your jerky hips. “Need to cum. Need you to c-cum.”

“Close,” he struggled to speak, your tight, clenching heat far too beguiling and distracting for him. “I’m close, angel.”

You squeaked when you felt him bat your hand away, his thumb replacing your measly efforts at getting yourself off, catching on the fat pearl of flesh that throbbed with every rasp of his rough fingerpad. 

“God,” you mewled, “M’close!” 

Kakucho’s brows were knitted, a shadow of a snarl lingering around the corners of his beautiful lips. “So good f’me. Missed you s’much. I love you, baby. I love you, Y/N. Cum for me.”

Unable to hold back the dam from flooding over, you let it fracture and break. Giving in fully to the rapture.

You screamed out his name and he groaned yours, heavy breaths bouncing off the walls, the sheets slick with sweat, your juices and copious amounts of pre. In this sea of black, Kakucho was the only thing you could hold onto, and you peeled your teary gaze onto his, those sliver of mismatched orbs flickering towards the back of his head as he pumped you full of his seed.

Shivering, your walls were completely melted around his length, your heart susceptible.

Your lover held you fast to his chest like a promise, his lips in your hair. Rocking you gently, trying to get you down from the imminent high.

He shushed your ceaseless mewls, placing soft kisses on the crown of your head. “I love you,” his soft voice was a rope around your ankle that kept you from floating above the atmosphere. “I missed you so much, doll.”

“Missed you, too,” you sleepily murmured, hand coming to rest on your belly. “Baby missed you s’much, too. Kenji… he’s here?”

“Down the hall,” Kakucho hummed. “Wouldn’t think to leave without ‘im.”

His larger hand rested on yours, lacing with your fingers over the soft swell of your stomach. “We have so much to discuss, baby.”

You nodded, pushing back the fog of exhaustion. “Y-yeah. So much to discuss. But, can we do it tomorrow? M’so tired.”

His laughter ruffled the loose strands of hair around your face. “You wouldn’t be this tired if you just listened and not tried to seduce me, you little minx.”

The curve of your smile was a flash of gold in the half-light. Kakucho would spend eons sifting through the dirt for that shine, brushing it off and polishing it til it sang of good safeguarding by his steady hands. There was nothing he desired even more than to make you happy for the rest of his life.

“Is everyone s-safe?” you spoke around a stuttering yawn. “Your friends? You? Naoto?”

“Naoto was roughed up by Ran but he’ll live. I can’t say the same for Rindou’s nose, though.”

“Broken?”

“Smashed in. Would need medical attention after he ices it off.”

“Do you wanna go tend to him?” you frowned, tightening your hold on his hand. Kakucho pressed a kiss to the rise of your shoulder in reassurance.

“Nah. Wanna stay here with you. He bitches a lot.”

You had to giggle at that. 

Though the hours were late, there was so much to go over with; so much uncertainty for the both of you to wade through. 

The reality of what transpired, the bruises you noticed pockmarking his skin, the baby you both still haven’t come to terms with, what would happen after this. Where you would lay your head and call home. What was in the future for the both of you. 

Yes, there were many mountains to overcome; those peaks which touched the clouds almost breaching the bubble of serenity wrapped around both your dozing forms.

But, for now, you wanted to cherish this castle in the sky you built together with him for a little while longer. 

Just for tonight before you both had to come back to the ground again.

a/n. i worked hard on this so feedback & rbs are sincerely appreciated !!

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demonprince! Shinichiro x fem reader?

so i found this on wattpad as a Ushijima oneshot but now i can't find it :( soooooo ima recreate it by myself i also changed a few things~

includes : demon shinichiroooooo ,y/niee

WARNING : cursing?, smut?, inexperienced writing , fem!reader

writing solely off of memory so it's either gon be a lil different or a completely new story

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

submissive prince

~part one ' the cigarette smelling book'~

3rd pov

As the girl was humming a song she heard in her dreams she past by an abandoned book shop. It was probably around 9:30 at night. It had caught her interest as the lights in the seemingly deserted shop were flickering.

Now a normal passerby would not think twice about walking away from a weird shop that looks haunted, but this hoe had other ideas.

The girl decided to say fuck it and walked towards the vine covered shop.

As she entered the shop she saw tens of thousands of books. Unlike any other book shop, this one has books that looked like books that God and Satan wrote themselves. The shop also had books that looked like ancient people kept in store.

The girl felt particularly drawn to one specific book.

the book smelt burnt cigarettes and oil and yet it brought a sense of comfort. To the lass, it felt like home.

As the attractive girl walked towards the alluring book she noticed bold letters on the umber colored book it clearly read three letters

'DO NOT READ'

did the girl listen? Well of course not-

she decided to be a daring little demon and read it out loud.

"From calm darkness shall I arise, do not fear where my shadow lies.

Trapped in a lamp of rich gold, shall my story end here or be told.

Prince is what some call me, well others stands up and flees.

Was not really appreciated back then, so i wrote with a pen.

The son of lucifer locked himself up, will you sit and do nothing or throw that stub?

read this so i can be free , I shall give out a silent plea...."

she reads the whole passage out loud before ingulfing her mind with all the possible meanings of the scrambled letters before her.

"what could that mean? First it says 'From calm darkness shall I arise' Could that mean the person or whatever wrote this is in deep slumber? And why would I fear a shadow it's not like who wrote is alive right? the book looked ancient" The girl mumbles. stuck in her own world she didn't notice the gaze that has been looking at her for the past ten minutes.

~end of part one ' the cigarette smelling book'~