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Ah! Lemons are fine? Jjdjsjdjdjdjd okie uhmm i dont know if you've done this im pretty new ^^ just looking for these cause im lonely af :'DD

Can i have one where reader is having their first time with karamatsu ^^ reader was prolonging this cause she's insecure that karamatsu might not like her body or smthn and karamatsu makes her feel special ^^

you can disregard these details if you want but uhhh i guess reader is in the receiving end and super vanilla and soft and uhh (god im so embarrassed this is my first time requesting one of these) and foreplay pls... IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG JSJSJSJDKDJDJ but id be so happy if you did this

-sincerely, anon ^^

(im so embarrassed smsskksks)

ahh it's okay anon! this was request was really cute, i really enjoyed writing it! I hope you enjoy reading it too keke uwu thanks for requesting! <3

✧ Karamatsu - Warm

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Karamatsu was always so warm. He radiated a specific kind of comfort that you had never felt from anyone else. It made you feel safe and secure, loved and cherished, and your heart would always beat frantically in your chest when he pulled you closer to his.

Just as he was doing now.

You whimpered softly as his lips danced across your neck, brushing over your more sensitive skin and latching on to you. His right hand tangled itself into your hair, tilting your head back to allow him more access whilst his left arm wrapped itself around your waist. Your hips were pulled flush against his, the friction sending shivers up your spine.

He whispered your name against your skin, and the need to hold you tighter was becoming overwhelming. You couldn't hold back the soft moan that escaped your lips when he suddenly bit down onto your neck, lavishing you with heated kisses.

Karamatsu finally pulled away, staring down at his work. The little love bites he had scattered over your skin made his heart skip a beat, and you found yourself unable to look him in the eyes — not when they were so full of unbridled adoration and lust.

You felt his thumb brush over your burning cheek, gently coaxing you to open your eyes. When you did, slowly cracking them open bit by bit, you found him to be smiling warmly down at you, his own cheeks ablaze.

"Do you want to continue, my love?"

That voice. So beautiful, so delicate, just a few words were enough to make your knees tremble ever so slightly. You nodded slowly, allowing him to lead you over to the your bed waiting behind you. He lay you down with utmost care, straddling your hips as he hovered over your nervous form.

Your chewed at your lip as a hand wholly cupped your cheek. His thumb ran itself over your lower lip, slightly swollen from the heavy kisses he had mercilessly smothered you with.

"My darling..." he breathed, and you swore your heart was ready to explode. "If you would allow me to, I want to see more of you."

You cast your gaze to the side. You wanted to move forward with him, you wanted to become closer with him in every way you possibly could, but you felt as if he would just be... disappointed.

"Look at me, [Y/N]," he requested a second time, as if reading your thoughts. Once you met his eyes, you couldn't look away.

"You're so beautiful, [Y/N]. I truly can't get enough of you," he placed a chaste kiss over your lips, "Let me prove to you just how breathtaking you are."

Another kiss was laid onto you, and you were at his mercy. The sensual movement of his lips brought forth whines and muffled moans from the back of your throat, your body heating up to the point where you felt dizzy from the attention.

Karamatsu's hands shifted from your face to your waist, dipping under the hem of your shirt to caress your stomach. You stiffened slightly, mind focusing on the way he dragged his fingertips with a feather light touch over your skin, rising higher and higher until they had settled under the bump of your bra.

He leaned away, eyes seeking your approval as he tugged on your shirt, and you merely nodded with eyes squeezed shut as he lifted the material over your head. There was a moment of silence, and your worst fears rose to the top of your throat in sickening waves, until you heard him sigh.

"Just as I thought..." he mumbled heatedly, "You're sculptured like an angel."

The quick unclasping of your bra surprised you, as well as the hot mouth that suddenly enveloped your breast. You gasped, back arching into him further as he nipped and suckled on your sensitive nipple, the other breast being massaged in his larger, calloused hand.

"Kara..." was the only word that fell from your mouth, desperate and wanting as your hips instinctively bucked up against his own. He hissed around you, and he pushed back into you just as needy.

You could hear him continue to mumble against you, each kiss to your mound followed by words of praise. He was too much, but all you could think about was for him to keep going.

After he had thoroughly lavished your breasts, making sure to leave a bit of himself behind on your blank skin, he shuffled down further, burning a trail down your abdomen until he reached the hem of your pants. Slowly, you allowed your legs to spread wider for him as he carefully pulled down the clothing, marvelling at your quivering thighs.

The damp spot that was clearly seen on your panties was already driving Karamatsu wild, and he couldn't help but brush his finger over your clothed sex. He rubbed and teased you, drawing out those lovely moans and quiet begs for more until even he couldn't take it any longer — his mind was begging him to go in and have a taste.

He hooked his fingers over the edge of your panties, looking you in the eyes as he pulled it down over the crook of your knees and off each leg, dropping it over the side of the bed. You held your breath in anticipation as he lowered his head down, cool air fanning over your exposed pussy before it was covered in an indescribable heat.

You were so wet, you realised, and Karamatsu couldn't hold himself back any longer, thoroughly eating you out and licking broad stripes over your entrance before slipping his tongue inside. He held your thighs far apart, fingers digging into your skin as they shook violently. Your hands weaved themselves into his hair, tugging at his soft tresses.

The taste of you on his tongue aroused Karamatsu beyond belief, and he could feel his cock throb in his tight jeans as your walls tightened around his tongue.

"K-Karamatsu...!" You called through stuttering breaths, head tossing back onto the pillow beneath you. "Wait..! I'm gonna...!"

You could feel the coil in the pit of your stomach begin to tighten, but you feared you would finish too soon. Karamatsu paused, albeit reluctantly, and removed his tongue from you with a loud smack, his mouth and chin glistening with your juices.

You felt yourself relax a little, legs finally collapsing onto the bed as you peered up at your boyfriend, who was busy removing his signature hoodie to reveal his surprisingly firm chest. Your eyes followed his every movement as his hands hurriedly unbuckled the belt wrapped around his waist, pushing down his jeans and boxers.

The sight of his hardened cock, swollen and dripping with precum, stirred the fire in your belly, and you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away once more as he positioned himself between your legs. You bit your lip when his tip prodded against your entrance, your hands intertwining with his own.

He kissed you deeply as he pushed himself into you, inch by inch, stretching your walls. You cried out into the kiss as his length became fully sheathed inside of you. With your waists pressed against one other, he gave you a moment to adjust to his size, peppering kisses over your cheeks and murmuring deep words into your ears. Once you were ready, you wrapped your legs around him, keeping him close to you.

You shivered as he began to move, pulling out and then pushing back in, seemingly reaching deeper into you with every thrust. The twinge of pain you had initially felt melted into delicious and pleasant waves of pleasure that rolled over your body. You could feel every bump of his veins brush against your slippery walls, the lewd noise of your skin slapping together turning you on further.

The coil that had been building up inside you before had returned, tight and ready to burst as your body rocked back and forth. You slid your arms around Karamatsu's broad shoulders, burying your face into the crook of his neck as you moaned and called for more, for him to make you his.

He clutched onto you as your drenched cunnie suddenly constricted around him, holding his dick in a vice-like-grip as you came, drenching his length with your wetness. The tightness of your hot walls made his pace falter, quickly picking it back up as he chased his own orgasm, fucking you through your twitching spasms.

The overstimulation made your eyes water, but it all soon came to an end as he harshly bit into your shoulder, muffling his high pitched whines whilst his cum coated your walls, cascading into you in thick volumes.

He became still, panting heavily along with you, until he carefully pulled out his softening rod, collapsing onto the space beside you and pulling you close to his chest. You snuggled into him, finding yourself glad to hear his heartbeat thundering as loud and as fast as your own.

The soothing circles he rubbed into your back was enough to bring you to sleep, your smaller form safely cocooned in his embrace. All you could hear was his soft words as you drifted off, telling you how beautiful you were, and how he loved you so much, until everything faded into a peaceful white noise, your eyes falling shut as you slept with a small smile on your face.

「 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⇀ 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒐」

── ❝ 𝗮 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁, 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁-𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹. ❞

〡𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒐 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑿 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓〡

⤷ 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢

◉ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅

𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦

[ Chapter 1 ] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5]

[ 3. ]

You were left physically and emotionally drained by the time you had relayed your living nightmare to the three brothers. You had answered Laamcung's questions as accurately as you could, barely managing to avoid the urges to breakdown into tears every time the memories resurfaced to your mind.

The man had thanked you kindly for your cooperation, taking your hand gingerly into his larger one and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles with a smile as a grateful gesture before stepping away. His brothers rolled their eyes at his antics, but refrained from saying anything else to him, nor to you.

They parted with the promise of a warm meal arriving soon, and with Zicung coming in every now and then to check up on your injuries. You would be lying if you said you weren't afraid of being alone in a room with the silent and intimidating man, however you held your tongue. The last thing you wanted was to get on the bad side of this unknown trio.

You couldn't bring yourself to trust that they wouldn't inflict further harm onto you. Not when you were so vulnerable, and weak, and terrified.

Meanwhile, the three brothers stood in the other room, glancing towards each other warily as the door closed shut.

"..that son of a bitch.." Ichimatsu snarled under his breath, glaring hotly at the wall.

"It's obvious that it was all just a scheme to kill us off back at that building," Karamatsu mused, "But why drag in the innocent?"

"'Cuz he's a psychopath, that's why." Choromatsu's hands curled into tight fists by his sides, the anger that Ichimatsu held now rubbing off onto him, too. "As if he gives two shits about who gets dragged into this mess."

"...I'll inform Osomatsu," Karamatsu sighed. "Maybe the both of you should cool off before going back into her room. You must understand that she is sensitive, and the last thing we want to do is frighten her further."

The two younger brothers flinched at Karamatsu's stern tone, his furrowed gaze letting them know that he was deadly serious. They briefly nodded towards him and watched as he left the room.

Choromatsu huffed, flexing his fingers from his tense grip. He really needed to let the stress out of his system. As he stood silently, he began to list off the many ways he could do so, ranging from throwing knives to shooting off his pistols, maybe even a sparring match with Jyushimatsu.

"I'm going. You take care of the food."

"I — what?!" Choromatsu spun on his heel, a bewildered frown playing on his pointed lips as his brother shuffled away with his hands in his pockets.

"You heard me. I've got stuff to do first, so you do it."

"Wha—? Why me?!"

"Why not?" Ichimatsu sent a warning glare over his shoulder, leaving no room for discussion as he left, abandoning Choromatsu. The lone man withheld the urge to scream at his brother, opting instead to rub a heavy hand down the length of his face with a muffled groan.

He muttered violently under his breath as he stomped down to the kitchen, a tray of freshly-made, steaming food already waiting for him when he entered. He couldn't help but give the cooks the stink eye, seeing as he wasn't in the best of moods. Maybe he would apologise later, if he remembered.

As he walked back to your temporary room, he forced his anger and annoyance to simmer down. Karamatsu was right; you were already scared enough as it was. If he walked in there with the attitude he had, he would probably push you to tears again.

...He paused outside your room, brows furrowing further as a dangerous thought crossed his mind.

His hands tightened their hold around the tray between his fingers, the grip becoming stronger the more he stood and thought about it, surges of confusion mingling with his annoyance.

You jolted in your seat when the door suddenly burst open without a knock. You eyed the man who had called himself Ceoicung as he walked into the room, kicking the door shut behind him with the heel of his foot.

Despite the food in his hands making your stomach rumble in pain, the tense look on his face made you hesitant to do much of anything, other than follow his movements with your eyes as he sat in the chair beside you. The tray was placed onto your lap, the heat of the food seeping into your thighs.

He sat back in his seat, eyeing you expectantly. You felt small under his gaze, and you fidgeted slightly in your seat, the awkwardly silent air almost suffocating you as you tore your eyes away from him and down to your meal. It was a simple chicken stir-fry, a healthy mix of chicken and salad with plenty of lemon juice so that it wasn't too dry for your already sore throat. It smelt divine, and your mouth began to water just by looking.

You were still very much aware of the pair of eyes burning into your skin, and it made you all the more hesitant to eat anything. As if reading your mind, Ceoicung spoke up quite suddenly.

"The food's not poisoned or anything. Just eat it."

You jumped once again, whipping your head over to the man who's foot was bouncing rapidly against the tiled floor, his cheek resting against his palm with a bored look on his face.

Thinking you were very close to making him snap, you turned back to your food and, swallowing thickly, you picked up the knife and fork set out for you.

Well... you tried to pick them up.

Your left hand was immovable, with it being wrapped up in a cast, and your right hand was still trembling as you clutched the fork as tightly as you could, only for it to slip out of your grasp and fall against the tray with a loud clatter.

The silence in the room seemed to ring louder than the noise you had just made. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment as you sat stock still with your empty hand still hung in the air, your brain short circuiting as you were unsure of what to do.

After a moment of listening to the clock tick away on the wall, Ceoicung sighed heavily. You heard the chair scrape along the floor until you could see his knees push against your mattress, and you hesitantly looked over to him.

He took your tray and moved it closer to him, picking up the knife and fork and gathering a small portion of food to hold up to your mouth. You could only stare at him wide eyed, the behaviour catching you off guard.

The both of you continued to stare at each other like a pair of deer in headlights before he finally broke away, and you swore you could see a tinge of red dusting the tips of his ears.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't realise you wouldn't be able to do anything like that, so I'm just trying to help you out."

"...O-Oh..!" You quickly shook your head, "No, it's not your fault! You didn't do anything wrong there... But, you don't have to do this. I think I'll be able to manage."

He gave you a flat look, raising his brow.

"Yeah. Sure."

He pushed the morsel of food towards you once more, staring you down all the while. You felt a little humiliated, having to be fed by some stranger because you were too weak to do it yourself, but there wasn't anything else you could do. The hunger in your stomach was telling you to just eat now and worry later.

You chose to stare down at Ceoicung's calloused fingers that held the metal utensils as you opened your mouth, taking the chicken and pieces of salad into your mouth. You chewed experimentally, your furrowed brows slowly rising in pleasant surprise at the wonderful flavours that began to overwhelm your taste buds.

You immediately took the next bite that Ceoicung brought up to you, chewing quickly as all thoughts of the food being poisoned were promptly thrown out the window. Ceoicung watched you with slight amusement, the corners of his lips twitching upwards as a spark of life was slowly brought back into those previously dull eyes of yours.

"Oi, slow down," he mumbled warningly, and you did as he said, taking the time to truly savour your food before swallowing.

Eventually, your plate became empty. A second glass of water was carefully pushed against your lips, and you gladly guzzled the drink, sighing softly as your mouth and throat no longer felt parched.

"Thank you." Your quiet voice cut through the empty air as Ceoicung moved the tray away from you and onto the bedside table to be picked up later. He rolled his eyes over to you, leaning back into his chair, arms crossing over his chest.

"It's nothing." His short answers didn't make it any easier for you to converse with him, leaving you to sit in an awkward silence, fiddling with the bedsheet beneath your fingers as you tried to think of something to say. Ceoicung was simply waiting for his younger brother to come in and check up on you so that he could leave this stiflingly atmosphere. He wasn't a babysitter — he had things to do.

Your eyes darted around the room timidly until they landed on the man sat beside you. You couldn't help but take the time to truly take in his appearance, remembering how you couldn't even look any of them in the eyes before.

Ceoicung's pale face was round and soft looking; a stark contrast to the narrowed and harsh look in his eyes. His lips were thin and pointed, the light pink skin looking delicate, although slightly chapped. Multiple earrings hung from his ears, two studs lining the tips and a single square shaped ring on his left ear. His brown hair, dark and short, was styled upwards with clear signs of fingers having run through them in messy trails, which suited him, you thought.

"What is it?"

The sudden sound of his voice made you jump, your face once more directed down at your lap in a quick attempt at covering up the flustered and embarrassed look on your face after being caught staring.

"N-Nothing..! Sorry..."

He raised a brow, unconvinced that you didn't need something from him, but he didn't press on any further. It was probably better if neither of you spoke, anyway. It was unnecessary.

Time seemed to stretch by slower and slower, and Ceoicung's irritation was increasing every time he looked at the door and saw that no one was behind it yet. Whatever his little brother was doing, he needed to hurry up and get it done with before he went berserk.

"Um..."

His head suddenly snapped towards you, the look on his face making you flinch. You started to regret speaking up at all, but now that you'd done it, you supposed there was no going back.

"I was just wondering... Where exactly.. am I?"

"You're in our house," came his short response, his eyes instantly turning back to the door, "specifically, in Zicung's operating room."

"Oh... is he a doctor?"

"Not exactly."

An uncertain feeling began to bubble in your stomach at that. If he wasn't a doctor, then what was he planning to do when he came to check up on you? Your face began to pale, your lips setting into a firm line as you hesitantly glanced at Ceoicung.

"What... What does he do, then?"

Ceoicung stared at you, a look passing his eyes that you couldn't identify, his mouth parting to form some kind of sentence, only to be abruptly pulled from his thoughts as the door suddenly creaked open. The both of you looked over to the doorway, seeing Zicung lazily shuffle into the room with his hands tucked into his pockets.

He passively dragged his gaze over the both of you before making his way over towards a large cabinet at the other end of the room. Behind its glass doors were shelved stacked with brown pill bottles and liquids that seemed to be medicine, but now you weren't so sure.

"It's about time you showed up," Ceoicung growled, standing up from his seat. He ran a hand through his hair briefly, finally settling his arms to cross over his chest, the tight material of his shirt sleeved t-shirt pulling taut against his biceps.

"I told you, I had stuff to do." Zicung replied, busy rifling through the cabinet before he seemed to find the bottle he was looking for and taking it out with a slight shake. He turned to you with the same tired and half-lidded eyes, coming closer until he stood right beside you. You felt yourself begin to sweat under his deadpan stare, unable to lift your eyes up from the bedsheets and only wanting to shrink into yourself until you disappeared.

"...Stop being a creep," Ceoicung sighed, nudging his brother. Zicung only rolled his eyes, snatching your empty glass and leaving the room to go and fill it back up.

"Zicung will be taking care of you, now," the man spoke to you with a nod. He began to leave the room, and you panicked.

"Wait!" The moment the word left your lips you felt mortified, staring wide eyed at the man who slowly turned back to you with a raised brow. "I-I mean... uh..."

"He's not gonna hurt you, if that's what you're worried about," You flinched at his words, confirming your thoughts out loud. "We may be Yakuza, but we aren't like this other scumbags out there. Just relax."

With that, he nonchalantly left the room, the idea of finally being able to get a break for a short while sounding very appealing.

Zicung reentered your room, his steps faltering for barely a second when he saw you. You were staring blankly at thin air, your skin looking paler than usual, as if you had seen a ghost.

"...These pain killers will ease the pain. You have to take them three times a day for your injuries." He proceeded to instruct, mistaking your utter shock for a sudden bout of pain. He cracked open the lid and shook out two pills onto his palm, holding them out to you along with the glass of water. When you didn't respond, he frowned, pushing closer.

"Hey," he snapped. You blinked, shakily taking a deep breath before taking the pills and glass, bringing them to your mouth. You hesitated as you pressed your palm to your mouth, then squeezed your eyes shut and popped them into your mouth, quickly washing them down.

Seemingly satisfied, Zicung glanced towards the clock on the wall, taking note of the time being close to midnight, and began making his way out of the room.

"Sleep for now. I'll wake you up in the morning so that you can take them again."

"...How long do I have to stay here?" Your voice was hushed, trembling. Zicung peered at you from over his shoulder for a moment before answering.

"With your injuries, probably a month or so."

"A month?!" You shook your head, eyes pleading to him. "No, I can't stay for a month! I need to go as soon as possible! My bakery— my business won't last if I don't get back soon!"

"Even if I let you out now, what could you possibly do when you open up your little shop again?" Zicung raised a brow. "You can barely move your arms, and I bet you wouldn't be able to stand up straight for a good few weeks."

"I-I know that, but please, isn't there something you can do? Anything!" You pressed, leaning forward on your bed as your eyes glistened with tears. Zicung turned away from you, hunching his shoulders higher towards his ears.

"No. I can't help you anymore than this, so stop asking."

The door shut violently, leaving you alone again. You slowly sat back against your pillows, the tears finally falling down your cheeks once more as you sat helplessly. You bit your lip, choking back your whimpers as you desperately begged yourself to stop crying.

Your mind began to concoct a series of downward spiralling thoughts. Your business failing, your bakery no longer being owned by you, your small and cosy flat above the shop being taken away, your whole life falling to pieces whilst you were stuck who-knows-where with a bunch of men you didn't know.

Not just any bunch of men, you reminded yourself with a shudder. Yakuza.

You were stuck with Yakuza.

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