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KINKTOBER DAY 17 | draken & his foster dad

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♡ content warning | vouyerism, exhibitionism, afab reader

♡ words | 500ish

"Ignore Draken, he couldn't fuck you like this even if he's dreaming of it" he says with a low, husky and seductive voice in your ear as his hips met yours on each thrust, your body clinging to his with your hands clasped behind his neck and the smell of his trademark perfume inhibiting your senses.

Your moans echoed through the whole brothel, guests thinking the boss had paid a whore for himself, but you're better than any slut who works with him. You are beautiful, young, a bit inexperienced but you know what it takes for both of you to have a good time. His hands were fixed on your waist, molding your flesh under his old, expert and calloused hands, the years of the man demonstrated by how he fucked you.

"Dad, I'll-" Not surprised by what was happening in front of him, Draken simply leaned closer to where you were and crouched in front of both of you, his hands lifting your blouse and pulling out your bra. Hot, wet mouth sticking to your nipple and sucking on your bud hard, while his other hand massaged your other boob. Noticing the obvious presence of his stepfather but ignoring him because of how drugged he feels with your nipple in his mouth, Draken’s blood flushes directly to his cock when hearing your pleas and his name coming out of your mouth so finely.

Chuckling to himself, he can't believe how fine and graceful you're still in a place like this in the position you are in. You are fucking the father of your best friend, someone who is easy twenty-five years older than you, but he can't help but notice how you are like clay between his hands, your body completely relaxed letting both men use you as they want.

"Only I can mark her" he shoots a glance at his fatherly figure who simply laughs at what the young man said. How is it possible that he can only mark her when he is balls deep in her cunt and it will not be the first time that he empties all his load inside her, as every time Draken brought her to this gross place to pass time.

"Dra-" his lips latched onto your neck, kissing and biting love marks so that everyone can see tomorrow that you can be friends, but you belong to him and only to him. Well, after hearing how your moans name the two men present, Draken doubts a bit.

You belong to both of them, they both have the freedom to use and abuse you, to have you as a bond between father and son, both getting horny just by seeing how each one uses you to their preference. At the end of the day, no matter who fucks you up, you always limp out of any encounter.

I FUCKING SWEAR TO GOD IM SO CLOSE TO LOSING MY MF DAMN MIND

can you do cockwarming for takeomi and shinichiro? (benkei too if possible)

COCKWARMING

ft. akashi, shinichiro, benkei

tw. fem!reader, cockwarming, slight exhibtionsim, praise, cursing, sweet smut as usual, soft dom! w/ sub reader

an. hope you like babe! <3

❁ AKASHI

“that delivery will be when?” akashi asks on the phone, using the other hand to trace small circles on your back, he shifts within the seat and a small smirk tugs at his lips. “tomorrow? no, i need them now” akashi takes his hand and lingers it between your legs caressing his digits easily through your slick folds. “mh, that’s better” he sighs, not knowing if that was for the participant on the phone or for you but it’s hard to really focus on the answer. your boyfriend is a busy man and if the only downtime he has is for you to warm his cock as he takes business calls—then that’s what you will happily do. he rests his chin on your shoulder, fingers messily playing with your bundle of nerves while he hums a reply into the phone. “alright see ya” he hangs up the phone and tosses it aside, pulling his fingers from your pussy and planting his hands on both sides of your hips. “such a good girl for being so patient” he whispers in your ear, slowly starting to rock your hips against his stiff cock, “pussy gonna be so messy before i take my next call” akashi starts bouncing you on his lap, holding his bottom lip in his teeth and already wanting to cum deep in your cunt.

❁ SHINICHIRO

shinichiro feels like he hasn’t touched you in years even though it’s been a little less than a week. but as he got home later than expected and the tired drug as his eyelids he didn’t think he had any energy left in him to do anything. yet shinichiro wanted you, he craved your touch, he needed to feel your velvet walls wrap around his cock. however he was exhausted, legs spread on the couch, sighing as you crawled on his lap and shinichiro left curses under his breath at you while your hands sprung his cock free, sinking down on the length and letting an audible moan linger on your lips. “god” he moans out, pulling an arm over his face to cover the remarkable blush prominent on his cheeks. “you feel so good angel” he grits through his teeth, lazily taking his hand and starting to rock you but you stop him, sweetly nestling your face into his neck and whispering sweet praises. shinichiro takes both arms and wraps them around you, pulling you tight to his chest and he needed this—it feels even better that you knew that, and maybe he’ll doze off to sleep like this, or finally gain some momentum and fuck you but for now, he’s fine just like this.

❁ BENKEI

“baby please just let me move” benkei pouts, watching you shake your head no and snuggling harder into his chest. benkei is about to lose his damn mind, struggling to just let his cock stay still against your warm, tight walls. he wants nothing more than to flip you over, pull your smooth legs over his broad shoulders and fuck you into the mattress till your body molds to the bed. yet maybe he should just soften a bit, this is a close—sweet moment you’re both sharing and he realizes that as you flutter your lashes up at him, doe like eyes casting a sweet gaze and he melts. “alright princess, just for a little bit—okay?” he asks, letting your pussy warm his cock, hands resigning on his chest as you coo at him. benkei could stay like this he thinks, for a little while before his throbbing cock can’t take it anymore but for now, he can manage it—just for you, and your pretty cunt.

tagging— @vryr (stfu i remembered this time)

HIIIIIII bryce! hope ur doing okay. i was wondering if you could do foreplay with ur favourites + kazutora? aa lots of love xx

FOREPLAY

ft. mikey, kazutora, chifuyu, ran, rindou, sanzu

tw. fem!reader, teasing, dirty talk, f!oral, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, dry humping, hand!job, soft dom!w/sub!reader

an. hello love, i hope you’re doing good as well and i hope you enjoy! <3

❁ MIKEY

“how bad do you want me?” mikey questions, hands roaming your body as his breath cascades over your lips. he loves listening to your half lidded moans, voice trembling over the noises of his fingers tracing over your soft skin, he was calm—but the sounds of his pants grow deeper, and his fingers skimming your skin bare down harder. mikey cups his hand over your clothed cunt “you’re so wet.” the blood rushes to his cock at the slick coating his palm, and mikey would love nothing more than to fuck you right now yet—he wants to touch you more and more. he moves his hands to discover skin untouched by him, craving your carnal moans ripple from your lungs with every new touch. his hands grips and palm at the flesh, “want to stuff this pretty pussy so bad” he whispers, just a touch, a single touch has you crumbling, begging and whining for more of him and mikey wants to take his time, if he can cum untouched—maybe you can too.

❁ KAZUTORA

kazutora sits back, head leaning against the wall as you crawl over his legs, gripping the base of his cock and flickering your eyes to his quivering orbs. “f-fuck” he utters, screwing his eyes shut when you move your fingers up the shaft, bending over to drop a singlet of spit on his red tip. you start slow, like you always do before anything transpires with your boyfriend and he’s so sensitive to your touch but so attentive, as if he can’t keep his eyes off of you even if they’re glued shut. taking just a peek and kazutora could just cum at the sight, fingers tightly squeezing up and down the length. “wanna cum” he whines, the pre-cum oozing from the pretty flushed tip, his chest heaving with every shaky breath he inhales “make me cum please” kazutora sniffles, and what would be better than cumming inside you? your body swiftly climbing on his lap, hovering your cunt over kazutora cock and sinking down. “oh god” kazutora grits through his teeth, a hiss saturating his tongue, “too good” he finishes the sentence and finally flutters his lashes open to see you beautifully bouncing on his cock and that’s enough to feel a hot liquid coat your walls seconds later.

❁ CHIFUYU

chifuyu always smiles over your skin when he starts, brushing his lips across your neck as he makes his way lower, soft puffs of breaths exhale from his nose soothing the wet skin. it makes his lips curl how much it drives you to gush so easily, the subtle stroke of his lips against your skin and you think the sheets under you are soaking wet. he takes his time, sweet and soft but it’s harsh coated, tongue poking through his mouth to roll down your stomach, stopping right at your bare cunt. he drags his eyes up to you, simply wanting to see your face—how much you crave him with only your eyes. “my pretty girl” he coos, the white showcases within your pupils now, snaking his hand up to your stomach and laying it flat—to hold you down as he uses the tip of his tongue to flicker at your sensitive bundle of nerves. like a chain reaction, your body shivers at his muscle kitten licking on your clit. chifuyu groans just enough to send a shock to your cunt before he pulls away, hovering over your face and diving into the crevice of your neck. how many licks does it take for you to beg your boyfriend to fuck you? the world may never know.

❁ RAN

ran gripped the back of your head harder, deepening the kiss as his tongue dipped into your mouth, he kept his  remaining hand on your lower stomach for ground but as the kiss grew more heated—his hand moved further down. two slender digits drag across your slit, thumb gathering your juices and spreading your lips apart. “i love how you get so wet for me” ran groans through the kiss, biting down on your lower lip when he sinks his thick fingers in your hole. your thighs spread further as ran pumps quicker, curling his digits—ran hums when he feels your walls clench against his fingers. “gonna cum on my fingers pretty?” ran scissors faster, thumb swiping over your clit whenever he gets the chance—“be my good girl and cum on my fingers, yeah?” ran’s palm hits your ass, a tortures force as he curls his fingers, the amount of slick dripping down ass seeping through to the sheets. and it hits you, like a wave of destroying effects, crashing harder and harder the more ran finger fucks you. not collecting a singular thought as you gush, cream and even fucking squirt. you’re left breathless, gasping for any oxygen left in the room and if your orgasm was this vicious by his fingers alone—you can only wonder what cumming on his cock will be like.

❁ RINDOU

rindou thinks he might suffocate right now, your cunt is pressed against his mouth, he forgets to breathe with only one thought racing through his mind—making you cum. but he’s already exceeded that goal, now he’s just doing it for pleasure. you can hear his muffled moans, your fingers fisting his hair when rindou prods his tongue deeper in your cunt. rindou grips the plush of your ass, rolling your pussy harder on his mouth—if it’s possible. “cum” he whines, wanting—craving the feeling of your pussy gushing on his tongue, your slick dripping off his cheeks. “please” he mumbles through your folds, and he’s just so—precious, wanting to breathe for your cunt, not caring to die if it’s drowning in your juices. maybe his begging has done something as your nails grip against his scalp, head thrown back when his lips attach to your puffy clit and sucking hard as an orgasm flutters from your lungs and coats his pretty lips. “mine, all mine” rindou groans, pupils blown out into a delusional lust but most efficiently pussy drunk for you.

❁ SANZU

sanzu likes to keep your clothes on, for now. he wants to feel your clothed cunt rub against his cock, twitching and oozing with a thin fabric the screen between your hot bodies. his hands planted on your hips as he rolls you across his clothed bulge, lip tucked between his teeth watching the wet spot form on his shorts. “pussy messy” he murmurs, dragging his eyes from the pretty sight to your face “wanna see how messy you can get” he grins, rocking your body harder on his lap. the fabric clings to your cunt, dragging across your clit and you feel you’re growing close, and sanzu just knows by the way you’re struggling to keep up. your head slumping over his shoulder, mindlessly bouncing as you chase the high he installs. sanzu groans, nails eating at your flesh and he feels you gush through his lap, the wet patch soaking through to his cock. “that’s my good girl, wanna see it on my cock now” sanzu springs his length free, tapping against your wet folds “messier the better” he smiles, one thrust and he stretches your walls. sanzu doesn’t mind the mess either, giving him an excuse to clean it all up with his tongue.

@sz-u

I see requests are open so I am here to humbly ask.

How would Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, Draken and whoever else you want (I picked some of your favs anyway😘) react to walking in on you getting all dressed up in some nice lingerie for a date night?

Okay I love you😘😘😘😘 thank you

LINGERIE

ft. sanzu, ran, rindou, draken

tw. fem!reader, cursing, praise, dirty talk, f!oral, dry humping, dom!w/sub!reader

an. ahh! my most precious love! heh, i’m glad you requested this, it was hawt. i love you!! i hope you like <3

❁ SANZU

sanzu halts right in the doorway of your shared bedroom, intently boring his indigo opals at you—watching you snap the final piece of your lingerie. sanzu wished he could of snuck in earlier—maybe then he wouldn’t be so quick to his feet bursting through the door and crowding you on the bed. “is this my treat for later?” he mumbles, greedy fingers gripping and palming at your flesh, squeezing wherever it’s possible and licking what he can’t touch fast enough. sanzu is pretty hungry, the dinner reservations were an hour ago—but he’s getting his stomach full now, just in another way. “haru” your voice bleeds through the air, sanzu dips up from between your legs, “what is it pretty girl? just wanna taste you,” sanzu throbs when he notices the lacey pink snug tight on your tits, bouncing to the rhythm of his fingers sinking into your hole. he keeps the fabric panties wrapped around his wrist while he runs his tongue through your folds. he can’t get enough, something about the way your body is neatly wrapped for him—and the color, how it matches his hair is truly the cherry on top. sanzu nails dig into the plush of your thighs, a hiss fluttering from his lips when your back arches to the subtle flick of his tongue on your puffy clit. “why would i wanna go to dinner when i have this?” sanzu moans through your cunt, pumping his fingers and curling against your gummy walls. he feels how close you are, slick drenching his two thick digits but he wants to prolong the inevitable, watch your body with the sheer fabrics come undone for him over and over, “this is all mine and i wanna take my fuckin’ time” sanzu murmurs, tongue replacing his fingers and tasting your juices coat his tongue.

❁ RAN

ran is gripping his tie and finishing the final touches of his pressed suit, waltzing into the room for you when he stops. “oh shit” he groans, noticing the frilly baby doll lace match the same color as his eyes, “for me?” he questions, stepping closer and hooking a finger on the lace snapping it “you really shouldn’t have.” he means those words—you really shouldn’t have as he uses the strings for leverage, gripping them harder while his hips snap against your ass. reeling back his stiff cock just to watch your body quiver under him, firm hand on your ass, gripping the flesh “gonna make a mess all over my new suit princess” ran sneers, one hand smoothing on your skin till it reaches the curve of your hips, fingers burning through the skin whilst he uses the other to toy with the lingerie. you curse under your breath with every heavy harsh coated thrust, whimpering when ran traces a finger down between your legs to circle your puffy clit. he’s completely clothed compared to your half naked body, lazy grin sewing on his face when he flickers his eyes down to the wet spot on his pants, slick smearing your thighs and ran’s cock twitches harder. “hope you’re not hungry pretty girl, wanna cum all over this pretty lace” ran groans, snapping his hips with violet eyes matching your lace heating up at the sight.

❁ RINDOU

“all mine” rindou reminds you, your body splayed out on the bed, flimsy material adorned on your body and he rakes his eyes over your body once more before settling between your legs, fingers like a vice grip on your thighs to spread you apart. “so fuckin’ good for me” rindou groans, one roll of his hips and he’s already pounding into your weeping cunt, elbows coming down beside your head and his lips crashing against your own. one look of your body dressed in tight lace, see through and he’s all over you. fumbling to free his cock with one hand while grubby fingers toy with the fabric, snapping his hips whilst the other traces across the clothing. rindou really likes how pretty you dress for him but as his cock buries itself further in your hole—it’s getting in the way. he’s caught up in his pleasure, heat running through his gut and he wants more of you. tight grip and the fabric crumbles under his hands, shredding and tossing it aside, grabbing your legs and pinning them to your chest so he can freely ram his cock against your gummy spots. you whine—for him but also the pretty lingerie now ripped to shreds. “i can always buy you more angel” rindou whimpers, his sensitive cockhead throbbing for release, “but m’not sure it’s gonna last when you look this fuckin’ good.”

❁ DRAKEN

“oh god” draken murmurs, hiding his prominent blush tinting his cheeks, crashing his face in his hands while you step over to him. your thigh highs with ribbons meeting the skin, rosey ribbons embellish over the lace hugging tightly to the curves on your body. draken doesn’t know where to place his hands when you crawl on his lap, straddling his body while he falls down on the bed. “ken look at me” you coo, peeling his hands away, “we’re going to be late” he huffs, you smile before dipping your face down to his neck, softly brushing your lips on his delicate neck. “don’t you wanna do something before?” you nibble the skin lightly, and draken bucks upwards, “always want you” he moans, cock now throbbing in his pants. you rub your clothed cunt across his growing bulge, mewling at the way his jeans are dragging on your puffy clit. “s-shit princess” draken grips your hips, rocking you harder on him while you suck harsher on his neck pulling darker shades to the surface. “you’re so wet, feel the mess already” draken rolls your hips, the stimulation dragging heavy on your cunt and you can already feel the heat in your stomach pooling over. “let go angel, m’here” draken shifts his body so his clothed cock grazes your bundle of nerves and you’re falling over, gripping his larger forearm and legs shaking above him as you gush over the lace. “that’s my good girl, let’s do that on my cock now, yeah?” draken jerks down your lace, the dinner you planned long lost in his mind when all he thinks about it pounding your cunt.

taglist!! — @hertani @toyomitsus @yunxbin @misinfe @my-tasteful-muses @mvkimas @shinichirosupremacy @saturnmitsuya @yut-aa-a @manjirosdoll @solzu @passionateuchiha @meena-in-a-nutshell @blueparadis @liquefied-cat @notsocoolnana @obitology @sanzuswh0re @wakasa-wifey @manjiroscum @haruphilia @hirwishin @azazelkim @etheralyonn @benibabe @snoopysxng @angeltani @purrienee @haitanihime @bakugosgrenade

SWEET LORD I CANT DO THIS. NOT ANYMORE. IM WAY TOO WEAK

love lockdown | k. ryuuguji (draken)

➳ tags ;; fem!reader, 18+, manga spoilers (character death), heavy hurt/comfort, arguing, toxic relationships / domestic violence (not between draken and reader but the shitty women draken dates) mechanic!draken, neighbor!mitsuya, reader is frustrated with draken and is a bit of crybaby, draken fucks up, makeup sex, palm riding? you like grind against his palms, fingering, oral (f!recieving), cumming when you put it in, draken has a big dick (so big) and it’s mentioned to be uncut, not belly bulge but he does put a hand on your stomach and asks if you can feel him, petnames baby, favorite girl, and little lady, morning after, MULTIPLE orgasms

➳ wc ;; 11.6k (help)

➳ a/n ;; draken my man i am begging you to release the shackles you have my clit in. this fic was supposed to be 4k MAX but here we are. tokyorev has me by the neck.. everyone say thank u to @manjihoe​ for not only beta-ing but making me read tr. draken nation... this ones for you *shoots a three and misses*

if you're interested, i have a rlly short playlist here

➳ synopsis ;; draken is a good man, probably one of the best people you’ve ever met in your life. but he has one vice that confuses you, since it feels so out of left field - he’s always dating terrible women and you can’t help but wonder why.

“Draken has terrible taste in women,” ― You watch as Mitsuya takes a little piece of thread, wetting it between his lips before trying to loop it through the needle ― “It wasn’t always like that, though. I don’t get involved anymore about it, but it’s probably his biggest vice.”

“Everyone’s told me that, but no one explains why to me.” you reply back, pulling your knees up to your chest. You watch as Mitsuya carefully stitches the sides of your dress together, eyes lasered focus. His earrings dangle and click together when he dips his head down to take a good look at the damage on your sundress.

“It’s not really our story to tell,” he says after some time, shaking his head like the idea of it would bring up bad memories. You know he’s probably doing the right thing, but you can’t help but be a little frustrated by him anyways.

It’s mostly quiet in your apartment. Mitsuya is your neighbor, bordering roommate - trusted in your space. You know him well enough to know all his friends by name - the things they’ve been through. Despite your initial intimidation - talking to them has been an incredibly pleasant experience. Most of them are rough around the edges, like they’ve seen shit you couldn’t imagine.

But they’re sweet, down to their cores which feels odd. They’ve got the kind of kindness that runs bone deep, that only blooms when you’ve seen some bad shit in your life with no intent to spread more. You see it sometimes when you speak to them, loneliness around the corners of their eyes that makes your heart-ache. They’re good folks all the same.

Of all of Mitsuya’s friends, you were easily most intimated by Draken when you met him. You’d been on an errand with Mitsuya, walking with him to pick up his bike from the shop. He’d managed to find another old friend and wanted to catch up, leaving you to your devices in the front area of the garage.

That’s where you saw him the first time.

Draken is a scary guy. He’s tall, broad, with dark hair and a tattoo on his skull that he’s apparently had since he was in the 5th grade. Aside from being terrifying to look at, he had a deep voice with timbre and an almost cold stare. It’s not often you’re intimidated by someone, but it felt like a survival instinct to step back from him.

You remember it clear as day. Scrambling to find your voice to speak to that.. thug only to be greeted with the warmest words when you introduced yourself as Mitsuya’s friend. He’s got a great smile, aside from being handsome and tall.

You come to find out that Draken in general is maybe one of the nicest people you’ve ever met in your life. Looks can be deceiving with Mitsuya’s friend group, Mitsuya is the most well groomed guy you know and he can beat the shit out of almost anyone

Draken is, however, exceptionally nice. So nice that even your friends seem to feel comfortable around him. You’d leave your drink in his presence and not think twice. He walks home with your girl friends if he’s walking you home, just to make sure they're safe but keeps his distance. He helps little old ladies across the street who seem to ignore his tattoo altogether as soon as he speaks. He just has that energy to him, like there are some people who don’t need to see the scary side of him at all.

Draken is the unequivocal kind of good you think you only meet once in your life. His heart is big, and despite everything he’s been through the world hasn’t hardened him the way it should’ve. Somehow he’s more vulnerable than you could understand.

There’s just one thing about him you’ve always found off-putting, and plainly it’s that Draken is always dating someone terrible.

You don’t like feeling unnecessary jealousy. You do have feelings for Draken but more than that, you’re friends, so you care about him. But every single girl he’s ever brought to meet his friends has been one of the most terrible women you’ve met in your life.

It’s so bad people warned you about it. It’s an almost weekly occurrence. They forbid him from talking to both you and Hina more often than not. They’re rude, ungrateful, and downright mean to Draken. Some of them have gone as far to put their hands on him like they know he’s too good of a guy to hit them back. These would become the first people you’ve ever fought - with Mitsuya and his friends teaching you moves since they can’t exactly fight them themselves.

It’s toxic beyond repair, and every time the current girlfriend is throwing a fit - Draken makes it his responsibility to fix it even if he wasn’t in the wrong at all. He gets this look on his face like he’s sad but he still does it.

Draken is far from spineless or cowardly. Whatever happens in these short-term but horrible relationships only happen because he lets them happen. Because he feels like he should let them happen. They never last but it’s never Draken to break up first.

You know enough about Draken to know that he always feels responsible for the actions of others. You know why, but you can’t help but want to talk some sense into him.

Mitsuya must sense your frustration, an air of heavy exhaustion making you groan into the palms of your hands. He can’t help but feel bad for you - because Draken must know you like him. That you like each other. So aside from the bad choices, it brings up the most obvious question.

Why won’t Draken just date you?

Mitsuya can’t be sure, but he figures Draken has it out to punish himself. To fill the gap but not to let himself be happy, not knowing if he deserves to be happy. It’s not like he doesn’t understand.

It makes him sad too, seeing his friend in such a sorry state. But Mitsuya believes that everyone has to forgive themselves in order to live, in order to make sure nothing is muddy. Ghosts that will always haunt you - it’s hard to learn how to live beside them. He knows that to be true, so he finishes the last stitches in your dress before lifting his head up to go talk to you.

“Just ask Ryu about it,” Mitsuya advises, his voice soft as he folds your dress up and hands it to you ― “Talk to him and figure it out.”

You sigh when you think about it. He’s probably right. You take the dress in your lap, looking at the newly stitched material with a frown.

“Yeah.. you’re probably right.” You reply, unsure of what to feel. You look up at him with a soft smile.

“Thanks for stitching this for me, Mitsu. Maybe I should wear it over.” you suggest light-heartedly. He grins.

“I think that’s a good idea.”

__

Draken is still in his shop when you text him that you wanna ask him something. He offers to wait till after his shift to pick you up from your apartment, but you figure if you wait it out you’ll lose nerve. You go to his shop and he lets you without a word.

He looks good when he works. He’s been working on an older car for the last few weeks, been texting you updates that read mostly nonsensical to you. An American Cadillac that he recently managed to snag - beat up and broken. You can see it in the back when he opens the door up.

You can tell he’s been laying under the car and fidgeting it with the stuff underneath. There’s grease stains on his cheeks and on his jaw, and his jumpsuit is half-way down his waist. Unzipped, his hair is pulled up like always. He’s got a thin sheen of sweat on his skin.

You looked the same as usual but Mitsuya pushed you to change into your sundress. Your lashes are dolled and dark, mouth glossy and hair fixed lazy. You’re wearing a dress anyhow, a jacket over your shoulders to deal with the cold.

He swings the red wood door wide, leaning against the frame with a warm smile. He’s so good looking it kills you, his expression drawn up. Draken doesn’t give himself enough credit for being handsome in the rugged way he is. His gloved hands cross over strong chest, tight shirt against his pecs. You swallow something in the back of your throat, fidgety.

“Whaddya want?” he asks, faux annoyance in his voice. You roll your eyes prepared to say something sarcastic, but then he pauses for real. He gives you an up and down glance.

“What’re you wearing that for?” he asks again, face scrunched in confusion. You pause and then realize that it’s the dress. You give him a grin.

“I have a date after this, didn’t I tell you?”

He doesn’t like the sound of that at all. He shakes his head, brow pinching even more.

“Huh.. is that right? With who?”

You roll your eyes at the tone of his voice.

“A date with my vibrator and netflix, sir. Mitsuya was at my place and he fixed up my dress so I wore it here.” you reply easily. He frowns at you.

“Don’t speak so crassly to me,” he tuts, stepping aside to let you in. You roll your eyes at him before walking it but he uses his arm to make sure you can’t get in.

“I’m serious.” he warns. You give him another frown.

“You talk about shit like that with Mitsuya and them but I can’t crack jokes?”

He gives you a look like you’ve said something ridiculous. But you stand your ground, partly because you don’t enjoy Draken telling you what to do but also because you don’t understand why it would bother him in the first place.

He glares at you.

“No, you can’t. Not to me or anyone else. Clear?”

You pretend the sound of his voice doesn’t send your gut to your stomach as you huff, pushing forward anyways with a frown.

“Yeah yeah, okay got it. Move, I’m cold.”

Draken lets you pass finally. There’s a little area for the shop and through the door is the garage where Draken does his actual work. When you step inside, you take a deep breath looking at the familiar surroundings. The garage is covered edge to edge in bikes - some for repair and some for sale. Low ceilings with big windows, some boarded up entirely. There’s tools around in red and black carts, car parts, and posters of pretty women and American rappers on the walls. It always smells vaguely like gasoline and metal, an almost coppery taste on your tongue when you step inside.

The car Drakens working in the back. You watch as he walks past you, carrying a stool under his arm. Your shoes squeak as you fall into step behind him, weaving through the bikes. He sets the stool next to the industrial drawer he has to store materials - the only thing he had formally installed for the shop. It’s not very big, but it’s unmoving and up against the wall.

You hop up onto the stool, resting your elbow on the drawer and letting your palm press against your cheek. Draken is in your view. He sits on the creeper seat, balancing on it bent over his knees before looking over at you.

“You still didn’t tell me what you wanted to talk about.” he tsks. He lays back onto the creeper seat, before rolling back under the car. His voice is just a touch louder when he speaks to you now, you watch amused. His body is so big when it sticks out from underneath the burnt-orange cadillac.

“What’s up?”

You’re silent for too long, probably. You bite the corners of your lip trying to find a way to bring it up to him. Mitsuya is right that this is the best thing to do, but that doesn’t mean it’s an easy thing to ask about. Especially because you aren’t exactly sure what to ask him. Why seems too straightforward, not gentle enough for something like this. Something about asking unsettles you. You don’t know everything, and that’s scary.

But, you’re more afraid of not knowing. Of him closing you out. So you sit in silence for a long while until Draken slides back out with confusion all over his face.

“You’re freakin’ me out.” he says hesitantly. You sit up straight and look at him, hands shaking ever so slightly.

“Promise you’ll be real with me?” you ask, sticking your pinky out just far enough so he can reach it. He laughs lightly at that, but takes it anyway, shaking your hand with linked pinkies.

“I don’t know what you’re going to say.”

“It’s like.. about the girls you bring around, I guess.” you say with a wince. You’re not sure how to phrase it, how much more gentle you can treat the situation. What diction could you use to divert the reality? But you see it in his face immediately, how he’s on the defensive. A part of you believes he’d be more understanding, but you knew.

For Draken.. For Ryuguji Ken - love cannot exist without survival. It’s instinctual, that belief.

Because while Draken is kind and nice - he also takes no interest in explaining himself. Because he feels like he can have a vice or two, maybe.

To have you involved as little as possible - part of it’s purposeful. With awareness that the further you are, the safer you can be. You don’t know which exactly this time, maybe a mix of both. No one ever taught him how to deal with grief, and this must’ve been the best he could come up with.

But, you have to ask. To pry it out of him with your teeth, sharp in his anguish, if you have to. Because it can’t keep going like this. You can’t keep watching it if it does go on. Love has you playing offense, with your heart on your sleeve and apology on your tongue. How do you phrase it softly, kindly?

That you can love someone through their grief, but they have to let you in? Is there a way to say it without hurting them? If your lover is an open wound, how do you teach them the difference between that pain and the sting from stitches?

There’s no way you think. For this conversation to be easy. Nothing ever is with Draken, and that’s fine even if it scares you

When his face goes cold, you take a deep breath and steel your nerves. Your face goes soft, but you have to be strong.

“I just wanna know what’s on your mind, Ken. I wanna know why you keep..” you trail off, unsure of what to say.

“Keep what?” he spits, a little more venom in his voice than he means. You deflate a little. Not angry, but frustrated. Tired of seeing him put himself through it without at least knowing why. You rub your temple.

“I’m not trying to start a fight.” you reply with an even, easy quality to your voice. You have to hold it together.

“I don’t want to talk about this with you.” he replies back, trying to quell his initial anger. It’s not like him to feel like this. He knows that, but he can’t help. His guard about how he acts is always down with you and it shines like this.

“Ken..” you trail, voice tired “I can’t keep watching you do this with them. I can’t, and I won’t just sit here and watch.”

“It’s not your business to begin with, fucksake.”

He doesn’t mean to raise his voice at you, but it comes out. He watches as you retreat. Stares at you when your eyes go wide with something akin to fear and his stomach drops. Because as much as you know Draken would never hurt you, he’s scaring you. And maybe you’re too strong for your own good, because your voice shakes in your throat when you look at him. Your palms curled in, hands fisted at your knees.

“Don’t raise your voice with me.” you say sternly, expression unreadable. “Not now, not ever Draken.”

He pulls back, face crumpling with frustration as the two of you look away from each other. He hears a deep sniffle and his eyes snap up again. You’re crying, not big sobs but sniffles. Your eyes red around the corners, frustrated crying. He stares at you and his heart drops, and he thinks about how Mitsuya is gonna kill him. He thinks about the guilt he feels for making you fucking cry.

“I’m gonna leave.” you say, taking a shaky breath. Your hands in your pockets, pressing your fingers to your eyes so your makeup doesn’t run. You sound hoarse, like you ran here “I don’t wanna do this right now. I’ll text Mitsuya to pick me up and I won’t tell him, so.. I’ll see you later, Draken.”

Draken is good with gut feelings. That emotion - the brief sense that if you don’t do something right now, right away everything will fall apart. He feels it when he watches you stumble to your feet. When you take another deep breath and put your hands in your pockets, ready to walk off. His body moves on it’s own, heavy steps as he rushes to you.

His hand snakes your wrist and holds it. You close your eyes, breathing another deep breath.

“Ken, let go of me. It’s fine, you don’t want to talk,” you urge, your voice trembling. “I don’t wanna fight with you. Let me go, please.”

His grip loosens but he can’t let go. You try to wiggle out of his grasp but he can’t, he can’t. He’s scared that if he cuts you loose this will be the last time. He’s not exactly sure what it is, but Draken knows better than to go against his instinct.

“I didn’t mean to snap on you like that..” ― He trails off, shutting his eyes ― "I know it’s not.. I know you mean well. I’m sorry.. fuck - really sorry. I don’t wanna see you cry.” His voice is soft.

You know he means well but you can’t help but feel resentment, because you can’t tell if he means it. Your mind wanders to all the girls he’s dated and brought home, and you wonder if he snapped at them too, or if he comforted them kindly and softly. And you recognize that ugly, bitter feeling. You don’t want to compare yourself, because you are good and whole all on your own.

But it rears its head like this. When you’re frustrated, exhausted from being strong. From holding Draken together so many nights. Because he has opened his heart to you before, and you’ve held in your palms carefully. Because you’re good to him, more often than not. Frustrated because you haven’t done anything to deserve this, and you know if you don’t turn back now everything will pour out of you.

Love is a wound, and you bleed for Draken more than anyone else.

“Please let me go, Ken. I can’t… I don’t want to do this with you. If I’m here any longer, it’s gonna get ugly. Let me go.”

You try again, to move. But he won’t let you, won’t budge. You think it again, that you don’t deserve to feel like this. That love shouldn’t hurt, or cut you so deep but all Draken feels like is a thorn in your side. You tremble again, knees buckling.

Your voice is watery. You can’t help but shake. It’s too much, too much, too much. Everything feels like it’s coming apart but you can’t let yourself be swayed. You have to be strong, you have to be. He’s made it clear, so you have to leave and you have to do it for you.

“Why aren’t you letting me go?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Let me go, Ken.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N - I’m sorry.”

And then it comes, like a reckoning. It’s divinity, and rips heaven in two pieces and let hell come from within it. Everything comes out and it comes so fast and you can’t control it. Fear, frustration, longing - it comes out of you in a rush.

“I just want to go home, Ken. You don’t want to talk about it, and I’m respecting your decisions so why won’t you just let me go? Why can’t you just let me leave quietly?”

He closes his eyes when you turn to him, and can't look at your tearful expression without feeling terrible.

“I know it’s hard for you, how hard your life has been. I’m so afraid of hurting you I don’t know what to do with myself half the time,” you shake your hand off. Your body trembles with rage, with frustration that bubbles over until it spills “But this isn’t fair. If I did something that made you treat me like this, just tell me and I’ll say sorry and leave.”

“I don’t want you to leave -’

“But this isn’t fuckin’ fair to me, damnit,” you hiccup a sob. You don’t mean too, don’t mean to cry. Don’t mean to sound so frustrated, don’t mean to make it about you “It’s not fair you raise your voice and get angry with me when I’m asking you a simple question. I could forgive you for that -”

You shake with rage, wiping your tears with your palms even when they come too fast. Draken has felt horrible in his life more times than he can count, but nothing more than now. This gut-wrenching feeling, like he knows. Like if Draken were a little more honest with himself he could’ve prevented this.

“But you don’t get to make me stay. You don’t get to cross that boundary with me and make me feel like this. I just want to go home, I’m so tired of mulling over this. I’m tired of seeing you go through this again and again and not knowing why. I’m tired of not talking to you for weeks because the person you’re with won’t let you talk to me,”

His face crumples again, crushing despair on his eyes. All you can do is cry, throat hoarse.

“But I forgave you, even when you didn’t ask for it, because I just wanted to be in your life. Even as friends, I want to be close to you.” You feel your jaw get tight with frustration “But I’m so fucking tired of feeling crazy for caring about you, so I’m not going to butt in anymore. And we don’t have to talk about it, I get it. You’ve made it clear, so please just let me go home. If you respect me at all, you’ll let me go home.”

You take a deep breath and turn to move on your heels and leave. You’ve said your piece. You’re so tired you feel like you could fall into the Earth and let it swallow you. Your head hurts from crying, so when the hiccuping settles - you wipe your eyes.

And if it wasn’t painful enough, clear enough that Draken fucked up terribly - at the end you give him a half-hearted smile. You feel pitiful and tired and it’s awful, but at least it’s settled. That gives you some semblance of relief, even if it hurts.

“I’m sorry I misread everything, but I get it now. Promise I’m not mad, so I’m gonna go home. I’ll see you on campus Monday. Get home soon, okay?”

Draken has to move, has to. He knows it’s not fair to you, but he can’t let things end like this. Not when he knows that if he leaves it here, this will be the end of the only thing he’s managed to find happiness in ages.

He knows he should let you go, but he can’t. He flips you around and drags you to his chest. You’re pulled into him more fast than you know what to do with. Draken has always been exceptionally tall and strong, but you feel the extent of it when he drags you into his arms. Strong arms and chest, Draken hugs you with all the strength he can muster. His hand cradles your head and he presses you to him with overwhelming strength.

He smells like home, like motor oil and cologne and home and you hiccup.

“Why’re you still holding me?” you manage through a broken sob, body melting into his so easily. You fit perfectly against him.

“I’m sorry,” he sounds so remorseful it shakes you to your core “Let it out. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to.. didn’t mean it. You’re upset right? Let it out for me. Tell me you’re mad.”

“No,” ― you whine exhaustedly, shaking your head ― “You just feel bad for me cause I’m crying. It’s not special to you, I don’t wanna cry to you. I wanna go home and cry to Mitsu.”

“I don’t want you to cry to anyone but me.” he mumbles against your forehead. His arms feel so safe, but you try your best not to be swayed.

“Leave me alone, I don’t want to be here. Let me go.” you plead, exasperated. These petulant, petty feelings. Everything is starting to make you sick.

You try to wiggle out of his grip but he only holds you tighter, so tight you can breathe.

“I can’t. It’s better if you’re mad, so just get mad at me. Just be angry, but I don’t want to let you leave.” he cradles your head to his chest “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want you to comfort me.” ― You hit his chest weakly, with no intent to hurt him ― “You don’t get to anymore. I’m tired.”

“I’m sorry,” he says again.

“I’ll stop crying, okay? I’m fine so could you please just -”

You start crying again, even after you just stopped. It frustrates you, when you wipe tears from your lashes all over.

“You’re still crying,” he mumbles, voice rough.

“Why are you doing this to me?” you feel again, overwhelmed with a wave of weakness. It feels humiliating, your cheeks burning in upset. “I don’t want to feel like this”

He’s silent, rubs those comforting circles in your back that only make you grieve harder. Your hands grip the front of his chest, forehead pressed to his chest as you shake in his arms.

“What do you want from me? What’s the point of this? Do you really feel this sorry for me? I didn’t ask for that, I don’t need it from you.” you grit.

It’s quiet. Too quiet, and you’re still crying into his arms. You don’t think you’ve ever been so worn out. And it’s quiet for so long, the silence heavy like a cross on sinners chest. You shut your eyes, uncertain. You just want to stop this, but you’re stuck.

“When I was 15,” ― His voice is so quiet you almost can’t hear it. The only reason you can is because you’re so close to him ― “The first girl I ever loved.. Mikey's little sister. She uh.. she was killed.”

You freeze in his arms, and he hugs you a little tighter.

“It wasn’t my fault, or Mikey’s fault even though I beat his ass at the time. We couldn’t protect her” ― He hugs your waist to him, like he’s thinking about what to say ― “It was a long time ago, and it wasn’t just her. Wasn’t just anything, I think Mikey leaving without a word - that too.”

“I got used to seeing people die, but I really did love her as much as 15 year old me could love anyone.” ― He goes quiet for a beat before continuing ―”I know it wasn’t my fault, or anyones but those fucking bastards.”

His grip tightens, just slightly.

“But I couldn’t forgive myself for what happened. The first time I got into a relationship like that it was an accident, but that punishing feeling. Somehow, it felt like the right thing to do.” he says with a light laugh.

“I’m sorry you’ve been hurt so much,” ― You say first, teary but settled. He’s almost startled by how easily your attitude changes, your voice tight and pained― “You were just kids. None of you deserved that,” you say earnestly.

He smiles at that.

“I don’t think we did either,”

“But you shouldn’t punish yourself,” you say, shaking your head, like you’ve thought about it plenty. “She wouldn’t want that for you, I know she would want you to be happy. And to live peacefully, at least.”

He doesn’t realize how long he’s needed someone to tell him that until the words leave your mouth. He hugs you tighter than before, and nods. It’s quiet for a while as you pull back.

“Thanks,” he says quietly. You give him a warbly smile. Your heart aches a little, but you pull away with understanding.

“Thanks for tellin’ me,” you smile sadly, mouth curled up. You can ignore the ache in your chest for now. For his sake.

“I’m gonna head home now,” you say, yawning, weary and unwilling “My head hurts, and I want to sleep and watch movies with Mitsuya.”

But, Draken stops you. His arms are still tight around and he’s looking down at you. At your face, teary and distressed. He can’t say for certain what Emma would’ve wanted, but he knows that you’re here now. And it’s not fair to you, hasn’t been in a long time.

Draken doesn’t want to punish himself anymore, but he can’t let you leave like this. And he trusts you, but the idea you’ll go home to Mistuya and he’ll wipe the tears off your face makes something makes his stomach tight. He furrows his brow.

“Are you sure that’s everything?” he prompts. You feel embarrassment bloom into your cheeks, heart feeling like it’ll ache. You’re embarrassed, so you look away. Your hand flies to his chest.

“I-I’m sure.” you flush, as he gets inches away from you. He grabs your jaw with his hands, making you look at him.

“Don’t lie to me.” ― His breath is warm, smells like 5 gum and is too close to you. Flusters you but you can’t look away ― “That’s not the only reason you were crying, was it?”

“Draken, please -”

“I want you to be honest with me. I’ll comfort you. I’ll say sorry, too. You think I wanna let you go home to Mitsuya and have him take care of you?” ― He grits his teeth, jaw feathers just thinking about it ― “No wonder you’re so pissed at me.”

Your expression softens and you can feel yourself going all soft again. You’re too tender for this right now, for his incessant prompting. Battered from all the emotional labor, you really don’t want to cope with your feelings for him like this. You feel yourself getting frustrated.

“I fucked up real bad, didn’t I?” ― his voice almost sounds like a coo, but it’s rough and low and apologetic ― “Made you think you weren’t special to me at all. Fuck, you know that’s not true, right?”

“Stop,” you shake your head, trembling like a leaf in the wind. “I don’t want to cry anymore.”

He cracks a sad smile at you.

“Were you mad at me when you saw me with ‘em?” ―He asks, eyes tracing your face, watching as tears form at your lashes ― “I don’t like making you mad. I really don’t like making you cry.”

You hit his chest with weak fists, crying again.

“Are you mad at me?”

“You’re so mean to me.” ― You hit his chest with closed fists, shaking a little ― “Why’re you so mean t’me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I thought I wasn’t good enough for you,” you admit, unsure of how to proceed. “I still feel like you don’t.. I don’t wanna be selfish.”

“You can be selfish with me,” ― He grabs your hands and brings them to his chest, mouth brushing against your knuckles. With a lopsided smile he leans into your touch ― “You can be whatever you want.”

“Bet you say that to everyone.” you sniff. You know it’s petulant, petty but you feel like you’ve got a right. He chuckles.

“Not everyone,” He kisses your knuckles and you flush “Promise you’re my favorite girl.”

That makes you really shy. You look away that time, screwing your eyes together. Your stomach flutters with warmth and you can’t help but be nervous. You want to tell him he doesn’t have to do this, but your mouth is cottony. Your heart is pounding.

“Hey, look at me.”

“I don’t wanna.” you reply quickly. He tsks, turning your jaw.

You’re met with his face in front of you. Strong nose and brow, sharp eyes and brows. He’s handsome even covered in grease, and your stomach turns at the sight of him. He’s so overwhelming to be around, sharp canines peering through his lower lip when he glances at you. He squishes your cheeks together, lips smushed.

“Why don’t you wanna look at me, huh?”

You scrunch your nose, closing your eyes.

“Cause you’re mad? D’ya act like this with everyone?” He muses. Your face is still smushed in his big palms.

“Act like what?” you say through muffled huffs. He lets his nose brush against yours.

“Act so cute,” His lips are close, hands snaking to the back of your neck - palms cupping you close to him as he leans down “D’ya act so cute with everyone or just me? Does Mitsuya see you whine like this?”

“You’re so close.” you mumble stupidly. He chuckles.

“Yeah I am. I wanna kiss you. Gonna let me?”

“Maybe.”

He laughs, and it’s so warm. And you smile, and it’s so forgiving. You’re so forgiving to him.

“What do I have to do?” he asks, letting your arms come up around your necks.

“Tell me it again,” ― Your voice is sweet, like summer ― “That it’s me, that I’m your favorite.”

“You’re my favorite girl,” He presses his lips to yours “Can I take you home and show you?”

You shy away again but nod.

“Take me home, Ken. Wanna go home with you.”

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Draken lives alone.

In an apartment on the upper-east side. He doesn’t have any roommates even though everyone in Toman has offered to stay with him. Insists he needs the alone time, after working with customers and rowdy folks all day. You’ve been to his apartment before, but it’s different this time. Normally all you’re doing is hanging out, but today he’s got a hand on your waist and his eyes following your silhouette.

Today, he shuts the door behind him before he pins you against it. Your body is littered with goosebumps. He’s so quick to kiss you, it startles you. Draken kisses aggressively, like he needs to get everything from you before he falters. He kisses like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, big hands cupping your face. He cradles you like you’re a precious thing, kissing you again and again.

Kissing just to kiss, just because he wants to kiss you even though there’s a laundry list of things he wants to do to you. With you, right now he just wants to kiss you. His lips are soft and full, and he’s got a mouth that makes you feel warm from the inside out. It’s oddly adoring - this exchange. Drakens hands settling on your face. Can you tell that he loves you? Can you tell that he wants you more than anything?

He doesn’t know how to say it softly. He’s never been good at being anything other than honesty and fighting. But he’s trying to tell you he’s sorry, that he’s trying, that he wants you in the palm of his hands, that he wants to be happy. He wants to tell you it’s hard and he wants you to feel it - to cradle him in your arms and make him forget everything.

He hasn’t loved anyone properly before. In a time and place where he’s safe too. His heart is clumsy with yours. His hands are too heavy, touching too aggressively. He kisses you like he’s asking if you can’t take it, all of him. The parts of him that aren’t fixed.

You laugh into his heavy kisses, pulling away with a giggle.

“Ken, hey - slow down.” you voice it through an airy breath “Gotta get to your bedroom.”

“I can’t fuck you against my door?” he muses. You hit his chest lightly.

“Another time.” you say through a whisper, like a secret “After my finals, maybe.”

He presses his forehead to yours.

“Oh, shit I forgot about that.” he replies, kissing the corners of your mouth. “Another time.” he agrees.

He takes your hand and drags you to his bedroom. His room isn’t very big, with his bed taking up most of it, but it’s intimate. A king sized mattress is enough to fit him comfortably, and the two of you fall together. He turns on a dim light, just enough to see you.

Draken watches as you rustle against the sheets, your head hitting in the pillow with a smile on the corners of your mouth. You grin at him as he crawls on top of you. His leather jacket is shrugged off strong shoulders as he cages you in with his form, his forearms on either side of you. His eyes are dark when he glances over at you, thumbs wiping under your eyes.

“Don’t like that I made you cry.” he says, thumb smudged with black. You hum.

“It’s okay.”

“I shouldn’t make you cry.” he sighs, frustrated.

“Are you planning too or something?”

“No,” he says quickly.

“Good, come kiss me.”

He smiles at you. You look like a dream, even like this. Tear-stained, tired, you still greet Draken warmly. He dips down to meet your mouth in a kiss, same as before but this time he doesn’t stop. His hands are big, calloused with consistently bruised knuckles and warm palms. They flush against your skin, your thighs bent back with Draken in between them.

You can feel your skirt ride up over your thighs as Draken leans over you, arms resting on either side of your head as he presses himself to you. The shape of his cock is obvious in his jeans, hard and heavy against your clothed cunt. Draken doesn’t let your mind wander too far from him - his hands dragging up your thigh, cupping your knees before sliding back down. The skin to skin makes you feel flushed as he keeps kissing you. Warm mouth, he slips his tongue against yours.

It’s thick - hot and heavy as a little saliva drips down the side of your cheek. Draken palms your entire body. Over your thighs, on your waist, and just briefly he’ll squeeze your tits through your tiny little sundress. He can tell you’re not wearing anything underneath, can feel the weight in his palms. You moan into his mouth when he touches you - groping every inch of your skin.

He rests at your hips, his thumb hooking underneath your sundress to pull it up over your panties. They’re cotton, printed with polka dots. Draken gets a brief glance at them. His eyes wander over your body - letterman splayed as your lower half is covered in goosebumps from the cold air. You bite your lip as your eyes flit up to his face, thinking about covering yourself with your hands.

Draken is wordless. He moves into action quickly, his hands going to take your jacket off your shoulders and leaving you in your short dress. The thick material slips off your skin and Draken places a kiss onto your shoulder. He leaves open mouth kisses all the way up your neck until you wiggle your arm out. Your hand rests on his shoulder as he moves to do the same to the other side.

You’re not even naked, but the slow undressing feels exposing - heart bared on your chest as he continues to slide you out of your coat. When your skin meets the air, his tongue traces against the goosebumps on your shoulders. He leaves hickies this time around. All the way up your neck as you feel his muscles with your hands. Warm skin, your mind is hazy with the feeling Draken’s teeth against your neck.

You can feel the blood rushing underneath your skin, how he breaks capillaries beneath the surface until they’ve bloomed a deep red, almost purple. They pulse for two beats even afterwards, and Draken leaves so many he almost feels sore. You know it’s meant to claim you, the way Draken touches you. You let your hands slide onto his face, cupping his ears and running your thumbs over the shell.

He looks at you tenderly, and you smile back.

“I’m all yours, Ken. Don’t rush.”

“All mine, yeah?”

“Yeah. All yours forever.”

“Forever?”

When your eyes meet, you can’t help but feel like you’ll fall into the floor. Because you say it, and Draken looks happy. The prospect of it gives him a wolfish grin and a warm glow all at once - his mouth in a wide smile that shows off the straight teeth.

He doesn’t say anything more, but he does kiss you again. Light presses of the mouth that feel like all the Thank You's you could ever ask for. He kisses you until you’re relaxed again and pulls back so he can take a good look at you. He takes your arms and holds them over your head.

“I know you don’t like listenin’ to me but could you be good and keep em there?” He muses.

“Who said that?”

“You, dummy. You’re real good at sayin’ at whatever you want.” He lets his head dip down to your neck, places kisses against your throat, down your chest until fabric gets in the way.

“Is this about… what I said in the shop?”

“If the rest of Toman heard you talk about your vibrator, don’t you think they’d go around picturing it? Especially Michi since he’s weak to you, anyways.” ― He scolds you lightly, but his eyes are serious ― “You’re a good girl, so act like one. You needa have good manners.”

“Were you thinking about it when I said it?” you take your lower lip between your teeth “Were you thinking about me?”

“I’m always thinking about you.” he replies easily.

His hands travel down to the bottom of your dress, from where it was pushed up over your stomach. He stares down at how it hugs your body, around your curves. Tight against your middle, let your tits press against the thin material. Instead of taking off right away, he simply lets his fingers pinch the fabric and pulls down until they fall out of the front.

It makes you gasp, the sudden rush of cold air making your nipples hard. Draken’s eyes drop to your chest, a groan escaping his lips at the sight of your skin. How they fall, how they sit - his hands shake as he reaches out for them.

But he takes in his palm regardless, lets his hands brush over the sensitive area and watches as your eyes flutter. You keep your hands still like he asks, above your head.

Draken makes quick work of touching you. His lips find your chest, kissing the underneath side of your tits with a soft hum. He lets his tongue dip, tastes the skin just below the roundest part. He treats them well, his free hand squeezing whichever one he can’t pay enough attention to you. You squirm underneath him, trapped under his weight. Your feet kicked, your toes curled as you shy away from him.

“Ken,” you whimper. He looks up at you with an easy smile, head tilted as he takes both and squeezes them together.

“Yeah?”

“More,” you whine, already embarrassed over asking “Please, please.”

He finally closes his mouth around where you need him most, leaning over to spread your legs apart. His tongue slides against the hardened bud, leaves a wave of heat running through it as he sucks on it, licks on it with content and his eyes closed. Your body feels light when he touches you. Arms still rested over your head, you roll your body against Drakens.

His fingers are big. You feel them, light over your clothed cunt. He lets his middle finger run over wet fabric. Your mind goes blank as soon as you feel the warmth of him against your body. His weight is heavy, pressing you firmly into the mattress. Draken listens to your gasp and his lips curl up. He likes the sound of your voice, the breathlessness in it.

“Does that feel good?”

“Ken,” your voice is soft in his ears.

“What is it baby?”

You whine when he calls you baby. His voice is so deep. It makes your heart jump into your throat. His fingers go again over the wet-spot, soaking his fingers until they’re sticky. He rubs you again and again. You feel him everywhere on your skin, his mouth is just as relentless as the rest of him but nothing is more embarrassing than his hands and how they make your panties stick to your folds. They cling to you pretty, the light fabric outlining every inch.

You roll your hips into his hand without thinking about it, Again and again, until you’re practically rubbing yourself into his palm. But Draken indulges you, watches your face through amused eyes as you grind yourself, voice wobbly as you chase your own high without thinking twice. Draken cups your pussy through your panties with nothing but affection, watching you work for it. He’s never seen you so distracted before. He lets you go, smiling when you call his name.

“Ken,” you huff, voice trembling. The friction is good. Draken is so sturdy, and every time you press - he presses back. Every rut of hips, he meets. He bites your nipple gently to get your attention, and your eyes flutter open to his face.

“D’ya need me here at all?” he teases. You blink at him, nodding.

“It’s your fault I’m like this.” you manage, just barely keeping yourself together.

“Gonna cum just like this? Can you?”

“Really wanna,” you admit, dazed and desperate “Wanna cum f-for you. Want you to watch me.”

“Fuck.. fuck - you’re gonna kill me.” He mumbles, nipping your skin with his teeth “Where’d you learn all this from?”

“Just like you, Ken.” you admit. He feels his cock twitch when you say his name like that, like the reason you’re so worked up it’s because it’s him who you’re getting off on. Draken’s always been a gentleman, kind and thoughtful.

But seeing you grind so fucking desperately into his palms - while he sucks your tits and watches you, it makes him feel something he can only describe is animalistic. Sex is always good, but it’s you. You, riding his palms and whining his name and he wants to sink his cock into you more than he wants to breathe air. Wants to make your pussy soft before he fucks into you with all he has. You’re so fucking beautiful, it’s unlike anything he’s ever felt.

“Ken, Ken, Ken.”

“Gonna cum for me just like this, sweetheart?”

You nod, all worked up. Draken kisses between your tits and watches as your breathing goes ragged. The pleasure is desperate, a fizzing sensation. It’s not enough, not quite what you want but you like the feel of it. The pressure on your clit just from rutting on Drakens palms. He watches with fascination as you get yourself off, something sweet in your tone as you whine. Deep and needy, your whole body shudders. You cum hard, stain your panties till they’re soaked - all for Draken and he lets you. All your nerves feel like they’re on fire, you’re not exhausted but wanting.

You cum on Drakens palm, and open your eyes to look at him. You feel delirious as you stare at him.

“Have fun?” he asks, wholly amused. You nod.

“Want more,” you confirm.

“You wanna cum for me more?”

You nod, and Draken presses his fingers against your lips. You open obediently, eyes meeting him as you run your tongue around his digits. He wonders if you’re doing it on purpose, the way you look at him makes his patience thin. He wants to fuck you so deep, with your knees bent all the way back for him. Your legs up, letting him all the way in.

It’s all he can think about, everything else just another vessel to fuck into you every which way.

Draken decides it then - kissing you one last time for good measure before slipping down again.

“Gonna make you cum on my fingers, okay?” He tells you more than asks. You nod for him, your arms reaching forward to circle his neck so you can kiss him deep one more time. He kisses you, sucks on your tongue until you’re panting into his mouth. His nose bumps yours when you pull off, kissing the tip of it so adoringly. It’s almost like he isn’t itching to be balls deep inside of you, something soft about how he kisses the corners of your mouth.

Draken keeps kissing you. Down your chest, past your navel, all the way until his face is facing your panties. You struggle to breathe, just seeing his face between your legs loosens your mind. You feel another wave of fire burn underneath your skin. Draken runs his tongue against your core, moaning against your cunt with a heavy sigh. You whine - pure white heat flaring through your gut.

His arms are strong as they maneuver underneath your thighs - his fingers dipping into the waistband of your panties. He watches with a bated breath as it unsticks from your pussy, a thin line of arousal as he pulls them off of your body. He puts them in the pocket of his jeans before caressing your thighs again.

He nudges your knees apart with his shoulders, your feet flat on the bed. He stares at you for so long, you shy away but Draken pins you with his body. He’s almost mesmerized by it, the way your clit shines with arousal, throbbing and so pretty. Draken has so many things he wants to do with you, but he wasn’t expecting to feel so much urgency about getting his mouth on you.

He kisses your clit first, once then twice - before he lets his tongue dip. He dips down, starts at your hole and gathers cum on the tip until he’s around your clit. It feels fucking dirty, the heat of his mouth against your pussy. Draken has always been loud when he eats, you’ve seen it before so many times. Still, nothing could prepare you for seeing him between your legs. For feeling the heavy drag of his tongue on the sensitive bundle of nerves, between your folds until your twitching.

Your fingers twist into the sheets as electricity crawls up your spine, making your neck twitch. Draken lets spit drop onto your clit with the tip of his tongue, spits on it before going in again. All you can think about is his mouth on your sex, how he slurps and spits and eats messily just to watch you writhe and twist. You feel like you might melt, a light bit of humiliation making your skin itchy as Draken eats you out with enough enthusiasm that you croak.

“Ken, o-oh.”

“Pretty fucking pussy,” ― He practically moans against you, licking your clit again before sucking it onto his tongue ― “Gotta get it messy so it can take me, yeah? Make sense?”

You want to say something but you’re blank. Draken is distracting, mouth latched onto your heat with no other concern. You feel your body convulse, not expecting to be cumming again so soon. The cool down was so short, and you’re already chasing a high again. But this time it’s Drake setting the pace. Lapping at you like he’s on a mission. He groans against you every now and again, feeling as it reverberates through you.

Your body feels pliant, soft like your soul might slip from it. Your knuckles are almost white from how tightly you hold on. Your body is tense, breathing uneven as Draken massages your clit with his tongue.

“Oh, oh - o-oh fuck Ken, I’m gonna… fuuuck.”

You let out a loud groan, feeling all the tension in your gut coil tight before coming apart completely. You don’t know how it happens, but you’re cumming all over Drakens face, his nose bumping your clit as he makes sure to catch all of it on his tongue. He dips inside with your tongue, groaning at how tight you clamp down it as you spasm. Your back arches off the mattress, as you twitch shamelessly. You cup a hand over your mouth as your eyes roll back into your head.

You cum and it feels like it goes on forever. You don’t get a breather. Draken presses a kiss to your inner thigh, but before you can understand what’s happening - he’s got a hand resting on your navel. His thumb pulls you back, spreads you apart so he can get a good view of it twitching. You’re speaking through short sentences, shivering constantly as the aftershock overwhelms you.

“What’re you… mmfuck.. what’re you doin?” You slur tiredly.

“Looking at you.”

He says that it's a solid answer. You blink down at him, one eye at a time. Your whole body breaks out into tremors when it releases tension and brushes against your clit. You choke out a cry.

“‘s sensitive, Ken. Fuck, hnggh.”

It really was sensitive, too sensitive almost. Enough that it aches everywhere Draken touches you. Everything was overwhelming, even his warm breaths but you were still wired with lust. Your body was still aching for more, greedy and worked up after cumming twice already.

Draken has no plans of cutting you loose. Instead, you watch him with labored breath as he slides his fingers against your sensitive core before he sinks his middle finger into you with ease. He spits on it again, like it’s not messy enough and your whole mind starts to splinter when you feel his finger start to stretch you.

Draken is more often than not silent when he watches you, getting familiar with your cues. His eyes are fixated to how your walls grip down on to his middle finger, the greedy sensation as he so slowly pushes through. Draken doesn’t want to hurt you. Knows he could, not unaware of his size. But more than that, he’s fixated on you. Everything in him wants to claim your cunt for himself, wants you to crave him. He has this unspoken desire to make you all his, always.

And stretching your cunt out with his fingers is part of that. You feel yourself struggling to handle it. You’re so sensitive. Even just one thick finger is enough to remind you of it. When the first finger is knuckle deep, he curls it up. Drakens fingers are long, fit perfectly against your g-spot.

Your mouth drops open, shoulders shaking as he rubs against it easily. It’s not enough but the overwhelming, suffocating sensation makes your whole body reel. You need to cum again, but your body is craving so much more. All you can do is take it patiently, let Draken work you open with his middle finger.

“Gonna break you in half,” ― Draken hisses, eyes burning as he watches how you stretch around his fingers ― “Dick is gonna break you right in two.”

“Ken, fuck.”

“You’re gonna feel so good on my dick baby, I need you to stretch for me so I can give it to you.”

You cry out, feeling as Draken so carefully adds another finger. He’s so thick, even like this you can’t help but feel overwhelmed. Draken’s dick is so fucking big - you don’t know how you’re going to handle him when he fucks you. The thought alone has your spine arching, body flailing with desperation as he slips another finger inside. As he fucks you with them, stretches you wide on them - as far apart as he can.

And he fingerfucks you, just like that. Pumps his digits in and out of your sweet cunt with a guttural groan, the soft slick noise as he fucks them. You sound perfect when you cry out for him - even though you feel so fucking desperate for more. It feels good but you’re craving him. You want to be closer, wanna feel his body cage you in when he pounds you. It feels good but you need more. Want it even if it hurts.

“Draken, Draken, Draken - more.”

“Want my dick, baby? Are you ready for it?”

You could almost sob. It’s out of body, the desperation so apparent that you're sweating just from concentration. You’re so impossibly turned on, heating from the inside out - feverish with lust and aching with pure, vulgar need. You need him, need him, need him.

“Please, fuck me - I can’t take it, I can’t.” your voice shakes as you plead with him. You watch as Draken stands on his knees between your legs. Your eyes are almost teary, so Draken practically tears his shirt off before meeting your mouth in a kiss. He’s sating you, wants to tease you but he needs you just as bad.

“Fuck, mm - baby, I don’t have any condoms.” He warns. You kiss him again, needy.

“Don’t care.”

“Are you -”

“Ken, please just fuck me, please.”

He’s not in any headspace to deny you, so he doesn't bother. You moan into his mouth when you hear his jeans unzip, the noise taunting. The fabric of his pants rustles as he rushes to take his cock out. He shivers when the cold air hits it, and you peer down between the two of you to see it.

Your hands reach between your bodies, to squeeze it. You knew Draken was going to be big. But you couldn’t imagine him being so big. So impossibly big, his cock is fucking massive. It almost startles you, if you weren’t so horny it might. But so hazy, all you can do is stroke it with a whine fettering in the back of your throat.

“You’re so fucking big, Ken - holy shit, ‘s so big.” You cry out. He grits his teeth at the contact from just your hands, rutting against your hands.

“Hold your legs back for me, baby,” ― He instructs, watching as you guide your legs apart - legs in half as Draken spits onto your cunt for second time before spitting into his palm, getting himself slick ― “There you fucking go. Fuck yeah, just like that. Stay just like that.”

Both of you are so restless, the air fucking buzzing. Your eyes are glued to Draken, to his cock and how big and heavy it is. The tip is darker than the rest, but it’s thick and heavy, uncut and so fucking big. Draken slides it against your folds, his whole body shaking. Your lip is between your teeth, anticipation making you delirious.

Then you feel him. The tip of his massive cock, stretching your pussy out so impossibly. Everything in your head goes absolutely blank when you feel it. Your whole body reacts to it, when Draken curses loudly under your breath and you whimper with pure desire. The ache you’ve been feeling for what ages finally feels sated by Draken sinking his cock inside of you. Your walls clamp down desperately on him, around him. You can’t look away, chanting his name like some kind of prayer as he fucks the tip into you so slow.

“Holy fuck baby,” ― He grunts, forcing himself to slow down before he fucks into in one go ― “Holy fuck, your pussy is so fucking perfect. Fuck, fuck - you take me so fucking good. You feel so good, shit.”

“Draken, fuck - the whole thing, need it deeper.”

You grab desperately at his hips, and he’s startled by how forward you are. Your body gives out as his whole cock fucks into you. It feels like it’s in your womb, in your cervix how it breaches you. It’s so fucking deep. So deep it knocks in your lungs. You feel like the entire world is coming apart at the seams, your body shuddering before breaking out into hot flashes. It happens before you understand it, your spine arching impossibly as your pussy clamps down fucking tight around Drakens cock. The pain from the stretch is minimal, washed out from pure pleasure. Blinding, burning like a star falling from the sky.

“S-shit, did you just cum? From me putting it in?”

He doesn’t need an answer. He can feel it, feel you - feels your nails in his shoulders as you cum and cum and cum. You’re silent minus a few deep cries, an almost agonizing orgasm washing over you. Your pussy clamps down onto him like a vice, milks him for everything he’s worth. You’re breathing like you just ran a mile, sweat running down your temple and on your whole body in a thin sheet. You’re still so desperate as you cum but you cling to him.

“Fuck me, Ken. Give it to me, want it so fucking bad.”

“Shit, you’re gonna kill me.”

But Draken heeds your word. He grabs your knees and folds you up, letting his thighs press against yours. He pulls out, lets it smack against your clit before fucking the entire thing right back into you.

He fucks you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever want to do. He pistons you, his dick practically beating against your g-spot like a heavy drum. Draken has good rhythm, but his pace is brutal and unforgiving. He fucks you into the matress, so deep that every movement makes your body shake. All you can is lay there and take it, cry his name out even as your voice goes hoarse. Drakens fucks you with everything he has.

“Fuck you take me so good. Gonna cum so deep in you, fuck baby.”

His words all feel hazy in your mind. It still feels so fucking good, and Draken sets the pace so right. Knocks against your g-spot. You can’t fucking believe yourself, it doesn’t feel real until your voice chokes it out. It’s over when his thumb rubs harsh circles into your clit - something rips you two. Before your mind can even catch up - you’re throwing your head back and thrashing.

“C-cumming, cumming..!”

You’re not certain how much more of it you can handle, but Draken fucks you like you’ve just started. He takes a breather, briefly just to see how much you’ve cum around his cock.

“Wanna make you feel it deeper, get on your knees for me baby. Arch your spine up.”

He manhandles you into it, so easily like you weigh nothing. You press your cheek against his pillow, mouth drooling as Draken presses a hand on your spine pushing you down.

“Deep breath for me.” he instructs. You try your best to keep up with him, but your mind is melted. You take a deep breath, as much as you can - before you feel Drakens cock pushing into you again. It aches a little more this time, but Draken goes slower.

“Play with your clit for me, beautiful,” He murmurs. You snake a hand between your legs, twitching as you feel his cock inside of you again. Your fingers tremble from the stimulation, but you moan as you struggle. You keep twitching. Shaking every time you move. Draken is much more gentle, the pace forgiving because he doesn’t want to hurt you.

But you still feel it, and it’s so much more invasive like this. It hurts despite how stretched your cunt is, but when it feels good it feels so fucking good. Your mind is practically numb as you feel Drakens cock inside of you again, your pussy melding effortlessly around him. Feels like you were made for him, soft and sweet and tight. Perfect pussy, so pretty.

Draken eases himself before bending over you. His hands grip your hips, his whole chest pressing to your back as he shows his cock all the way inside. You whine from a mix of pain and pleasure. Draken eventually gets his hand around your hips, replaces your small fingers with his big ones. He rubs circles into your clit much better than you could.

You thought he was deep before, but this is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. It feels like it’s pressed into your gut, a permanent deep pressure, making your spine ache. Your pussy feels like it’s spread and stretch and so fucking full. You’re overwhelmed when Draken speaks.

His hand presses against your middle, your tummy - and he grunts as he eases the rest of his cock into you with a grunt.

“Feel how deep I am. Can you feel me in your stomach?”

“Ken, I can’t.”

“Promise you can, take a deep breath.”

You try your best, but it’s so hard to think when Draken’s cock feels like it’s in your throat. You fall forward and Draken laughs. He sheathes himself as deep as he can go, before taking your hands and placing them behind your back. He pushes you down with the weight of his body, grunting at how tight you get for him. Despite the position, all you can think about is Draken.

The rasp of his voice in your ear, his strong chest against your spine, hands gripping your hips rutting himself inside of you. The feeling is indescribable - your jaw aching from gasping and grunting as Draken starts to pound into you. The hearboad knocks onto the wall, the power of his thrusts sending you forward. Your knees are weak, Draken carefully snaking a hand onto your clit as he starts to fuck you again. Deeper, faster, harder.

“My favorite fucking girl.” He grunts, feeling his own release coming soon “Can you cum for me one more time? For me, please, baby.”

You can’t, you’re certain you’re not gonna be able to cum again so you whimper Drakens name. All you can do is take it, mind swimming. You’re so fucked out, pussy sensitive and aching - trembling from overstimulation. You swear you can’t, you won’t.

Until you do. Until Draken fucks into you just right, just deep enough and everything comes out of you. Your throat lets out a strangled noise, eyes going wide as something heavy handing hits you like a train. Your orgasms feel like a crash, like you’re falling. Your whole body gives in as an intense spike of pleasure shatters your mind completely. You cunt grips onto Draken so tight, he stops - catching his breath as you milk him with everything you have. Your thighs tremble, your entire body taut as you cum so hard you can’t breathe.

“F-fuck, baby, gonna fucking cum in you - shit!”

Drakens grip is bruising as he pumps you full of his cum, hot and thick and catching onto the deepest parts of you as he finishes with a guttural groan. He cums deep inside of you and your mind melts as he fills you completely. His cock feels so perfect, you reach back to keep him inside of him when he finishes - exhausted but not wanting him to pull out. You simply let him collapse onto you as your eyelids go heavy and he collapses on top of you.

“You know you’re my favorite right? That I love you?”

“I love you too, Ken.”

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You don’t remember much when you wake up the next day.

You remember the sex well, the fight too - but you don’t remember when you fell asleep. You’re sore when you wake up, sitting up. You’re in an oversized shirt, so big it must be even a little oversized on Draken. You’re naked, no panties and just a shirt over your body. You cover your face in your hands as your thighs are sore, groaning.

Draken is wearing joggers and a fitted white shirt as he leans against the doorframe. He gives you a wolfish grin, dark hairs framing his face - a rubber-band on his wrist.

“Morning little lady,” ― He says, smug ― “Did you have sweet dreams?”

You groan, too shy to look at him properly. You cover your face with your hands, shooing him as he approaches you.

“C’mere,” He gestures. You crawl towards him shyly, standing on your knees to be somewhat at face with him. You lean up a little, and he cranes his neck down to meet your lips. His hands dance against your waist with a warm grin as you kiss him, hands in his hair. He lets his nose brush against yours.

“I could get used to this,” he hums. You nip at his jaw with your teeth.

“You better.”

He laughs.

“Anything for you.”

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𖦹 content: service dom!mikey, baby trapping, nicknames, unprotected sex, obsessive behavior, cunniligus, power imbalance, mention of guns, mirror sex, praise!kink.

𖦹 pairings: bonten timeline!sano ‘mikey’ manjiro x ballerina!fem!reader.

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LITTLE DARK AGE

haitani ran x fem!reader x haitani rindou

summary: eight years later, you finally return to tokyo and find yourself caught in the middle of a violent gang war between the two most ruthless criminal organizations of tokyo’s underworld, forced to choose between blood and love.

genre: bonten timeskip, angst, forbidden romance, childhood friends -> strangers -> lovers, 18+ MDNI

warnings: fem!reader, gang violence, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, explicit smut, polyamory, profanity, MCD, unedited, MTBA

chapter warnings: mentions of suicide

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CHAPTER Ⅵ. KNOW THAT IF YOU HIDE, IT DOESN'T GO AWAY

FIFTEEN YEARS EARLIER.

You sat outside the shop, a pout tugging at your lips, fingers twitching in your lap as you waited for the mechanics to finish up working on Mister Ayato’s car. You shot a long look back toward the inside of the shop, where Mister Ayato was standing and talking to a young, dark-haired man smoking a cigarette as he worked beneath the car.

Ran and Rindou had stopped meeting you to walk you back to the penthouse from school. The thought laid suffocating on your chest, and you felt as if a thousand weights had been placed on your shoulders. They had been out of the detention center for nearly four months now, after having been put away for a year, and they had changed while they were gone.

And you supposed you should have expected it--they were gone for a whole year and they had only been with you for a little over eight months but…

Your chest felt tight as you shoved your hands in your pockets trying to push away the increasingly dark thoughts and failing. It wasn’t like they had left entirely--they still show up for dinner and breakfast and they still come back to the penthouse and sleep there but they never tried to hang out with you anymore. Or, you suppose, Rindou didn’t anymore. Ran never did.

And it wasn’t fair, and maybe you were being selfish because they had no obligation to hang out with you and do things with you but you had been hoping that things went back to normal when they got back from the detention center, no matter how unreasonable of a thought that might have been.

Is it really that unreasonable? you thought to yourself mournfully. You didn’t think so--all you wanted to do was go out with them and spend time with them--or even if they didn’t want to be seen with you in public, you were fine with just relaxing around the penthouse with them, really! You just didn’t want to be alone. 

You hated being alone.

“What’s your issue, kid?” an unfamiliar voice asked and you jumped, not even having heard someone approach. You turned, eyes narrowed as you examined the new arrival--a young man with tousled white hair and droopy lavender eyes, a lollipop stick dangled between his lips and you frowned, raising your chin.

“I don’t have an issue,” you said, pointedly looking away. You watched from the corner of your eye as the white-haired man raised his eyebrows before shrugging. 

“Whatever,” he said, turning to walk away and your head snapped to the side, looking after him.

“My friends don’t really talk to me anymore!” the words burst from your lips before you could stop them, your face felt hot as the white-haired man looked back at you. You stared down at the ground, refusing to look at him, “W-well I suppose that’s not entirely true! They still talk to me but they don’t hang out with me anymore, and I find that really strange, you know? Because they live in the same penthouse as me and I’m unsure as to what I did wrong. They used to hang out with me all the time but every time I ask them now, or try to corner them, they make up some dumb excuse and leave.”

“Go hang out with other friends,” the white-haired man said and you shot a weak glare in his direction.

“I don’t have any other friends,” you muttered, and it was bitter to admit out loud. You had been so lonely while they had been in the detention center, counting down the days until they were released.

The white-haired man toyed with the lollipop stick in his mouth, “Go make other friends,” he said and you scowled looking away and rising to your feet.

“You’re no help,” you said, “Tell Mister Ayato I’m walking to the nearby park, he can pick me up there whenever his car is done. It’s boring waiting here.”

You didn’t wait for a response, a frown tugging at your lips as you started down the street back in the direction of the park you had seen on the way to the shop, hands shoved deep in your pockets and eyes trained down.

You heard a group laughing from the other side of the street and your eyes darted to the side, watching as a bunch of kids your age chased each other down the street. Your lips trembled and you let out another shaky breath, kicking at a stray pebble and watching it tumble down the street.

You missed them.

Your chest felt tight and an unwelcome feeling swept over you. You didn’t even know what you had done to make them distance themselves from you as they had. It had just been… well, as soon as they had come back, really. 

Maybe you hadn’t visited them enough, you considered, fingers fiddling together. You tried your best to visit once or twice a week but you could only get to the detention center if Mister Ayato drove you there and he couldn’t make the trip all too often because he was busy. 

You supposed you could have tried to push more but-

“-ion, enough.”

You turned your head, following the voice and peering down an alley, catching sight of a boy with blonde hair and a lion tattoo on the side of his head, metal glinted on his fingers as he brought his fist down on a limp body below him. Your eyes widened as you froze midstep, eyes trained on the bleeding, unmoving boy below him. 

Your lips parted as if to say something but you weren’t even sure what you were going to say. You should leave, you knew you should be running in the other direction, Rindou and Ran had told you a billion times not to go fucking around with delinquents around the city--especially not in areas other than Roppongi but-

“Who the fuck are you?” 

Your eyes widened as the blonde boy turned toward you--dark eyes narrowed in your direction, blood staining his face that he smeared as he took a step toward you, wiping at his cheek and mouth. He was older than you, probably Ran’s age, and your fingers shook as he eyed you.

“Oi, I asked you a fuckin-”

“Y/n?” a familiar voice asked and relief swept through you like a tidal wave as your gaze drifted behind the blonde and onto the oddly dyed hair of Rindou, eyes meeting his confused lavender ones. “The hell are you doing here?” 

He sounded annoyed and the relief and excitement at seeing him gave way to embarrassment--especially as your eyes fell upon Ran standing behind Rindou, catching sight of his irritated expression.

You were bothering them? 

Your throat felt tight at the realization--it wasn’t as if you had gone looking for them you just… stumbled upon them. Ran pushed himself off of the wall he was leaning on between two larger boys you didn’t recognize, his bangs swished in his face as he walked away from the group and toward you, a cold expression decorating his face, Rindou at his heels.

“Who the fuck is she?” the blonde repeated, “Don’t tell me you guys are already buying who-”

Ran hit him so hard over the back of the head that it nearly sent him barreling toward the ground. He let out a string of curses, dark eyes meeting Ran’s furiously but he paused at the tight expression on the older Haitani’s face. 

“Watch your fucking mouth, Shion. She look like a fuckin’ whore to you?” Ran asked, voice low and the blonde, Shion, spared one more look toward you, eyeing you curiously.

“This is your girl?” a new voice asked and your gaze shot back toward where Ran had been, eyes falling on the larger of the two boys that had been standing next to Ran. Blue eyes flickered toward you but you couldn’t meet them, instead letting Ran shift to stand in front of you, eyes meeting Rindou’s as he grabbed your forearms, looking you over to make sure you weren’t hurt. 

His thumbs ran over your skin gently and you paused at the unusually serious look in his eyes as his hands dropped from your forearm after realizing that you were unharmed. 

“Yeah,” Ran said, “We’ll talk to you guys later, gonna walk her back.”

“Why don’t you let her hang?” Shion asked, still watching you from the corner of his eye, ignoring the way that Ran seemed to bristle at the comment.

“Let’s go,” Ran muttered, ignoring Shion and grabbing your arm, turning you around and dragging you away from the group of boys--as you turned, you caught sight of a platinum-haired boy with amethyst eyes trained sharply on you.

Ran was rough as he pulled you away from the group and down the road, his grip on your bicep was bruising and you winced, trying to tug away from him but his grip only tightened, tears stung at your eyes, you grit your teeth together tight.

“Ran, you’re hurting me,” you gasped as he tugged you around another corner and down an alley, letting go of your bicep and letting you stumble forward. 

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Ran demanded, voice venomous, and you flinched at the words, drawing back until your back pressed against the wall. Your throat closed up as you parted your lips as if to respond, but Ran didn’t give you the chance, “How many times have we told you not to go following us out here-”

“I wasn’t,” you tried to say but your voice faltered under Ran’s furious stare. You steeled yourself, fists tight at your side as you tried again, “I was not following the two of you. Mister Ayato was in the area getting his car worked on. I was on my way to the park to wait for him to finish because it was taking too long.”

“So what? You decided to wander around on your own?” Ran spit out, “Shibuya isn’t Roppongi, y/n. It’s fuckin’ dangerous over here. Roppongi is safe because we took it over from Max Maniacs--where do you think all of the fuckers that refused to listen to us went after we took over? Here. They came here.”

Your face felt hot as embarrassment flooded through you, Rindou wouldn’t meet your eyes, and you didn’t want to look at Ran, “Hey, look at me,” Ran snapped, noticing how you were avoiding his gaze. Reluctantly, you pulled your gaze back up from the ground to look at him. His jaw was clenched tight, he inhaled deeply as if trying to calm himself down, “Y/n, you can’t-”

“I can’t what?” you snapped--or tried to, at least, your voice cracked over your words, “You guys-” you took in a breath trying to steady yourself, “You guys don’t do anything with me anymore. And you don’t tell me anything except ‘don’t go there,’ ‘stay away from here,’ ‘we’ll see you later,’ ‘we’ll hang out another time’ except you never do! I never see you later and you never hang out with me later, and it’s not fair.”

“It’s not fair?” Ran gaped, “We’re trying to fucking protect you, y/n. You’re being immature.”

You stared at him. Your ears rung

Immature, you bit your lip hard, trying to stop it from trembling. Immature, they think you’re immature.

Were you being immature? 

You didn’t think you were--you just missed them, and wanted to know what you did for them to start distancing themselves from you so suddenly. You didn’t get it--how they were preaching about protecting you as if avoiding you protected you in any way.

“I’m being immature?” You hated how weak your voice sounded. Ran shut his mouth immediately at your words, you stepped closer to him, hands trembling, “Immature?” Ran didn’t respond and Rindou looked half ready to step between the two of you, resolve weakened at the sight of the tears building in your eyes, “You guys treat me like a pet to come home to. I don’t understand what I did wrong, why don’t you do things with me anymore?”

“We don’t want to get you involved with this, y/n,” Rindou murmured, finally speaking up, “It’s dangerous and-”

“So you think you can just keep it separate? I’ve been involved since the day I stopped on the street to help you guys,” you said, looking between them, before focusing on Rindou, “They already know who I am, Rindou. From the trial. A bunch of them were there when I lied on the stand. You can’t just hide this from me, or try to avoid me or distance yourself or whatever bright idea you have and think that everything will work out fine.”

Neither Rindou or Ran spoke, nor did they meet your eyes, and you hated it, you could feel the anxiety clawing at your chest, “I just want things to go back to normal,” you said shakily, “and maybe that is immature of me but I don’t care. I miss you guys. I don’t like this.” 

Rindou shared a look with Ran, one that you couldn’t quite decipher but in that brief moment, they seemed to have a full-on conversation with each other. “Things are getting more dangerous,” Ran finally said but all of the heat was gone, “And it’s only going to keep getting more dangerous, we-”

“That doesn’t mean you have to cut me off,” you said.

“We’re not cutting you off,” Rindou immediately protested, a hurt look spreading across his face, “We would never-”

“It feels like it,” you said and Rindou froze mid-sentence, lips parted as he stared at you, as if he hadn’t even realized how their actions were coming across, “You guys barely talk to me anymore except at like dinner--assuming you even show up. And whenever I try to hang out with you guys, you brush me off. And even when you do talk to me, it’s really dry.”

“We don’t want you to get hurt,” Ran said and you looked up, eyes meeting his, he didn’t look as confident in his words as he had looked a few moments ago and you took the opportunity to deliver another blow.

“How are you going to stop me from getting hurt if you’re never around?” 

Ran went silent, gaze drifting away from you. Rindou couldn’t look you in the eyes, instead looking down at the ground. You waited a few moments, waited for one of them to say something, but neither spoke up. You let out a breath, considering your words, “I just-’m not asking for you to bring me to all of your dumb gang hang outs. I just don’t want to be alone all the time. You guys don’t even walk with me to school and back home anymore,” your voice cracked, you swallowed and looked up at the sky, “and I get you don’t want to tell me everything but like it would help me understand better, and be less sad when you guys have to blow me off to do other things instead of just being like ‘gotta go.’”

“We don’t want to involve you more than you already are,” Ran said half-heartedly, “It’s dangerous-”

“I’m not asking you to,” you said, “I’m asking you to stop avoiding me, and lying to me, and ignoring me. I just want you to spend time with me again, and tell me what’s going on so I can understand.”

Neither of them responded, again. You grit your teeth, “Please,” you said, and they both finally looked at you, “at least promise me that you won’t try to hide this from me anymore--hiding it isn’t just going to make all of the stuff you’re worried about disappear, and if I don’t know, I won’t know what to look out for either, y’know? So promise me you’ll be more open, at least.”

Ran stared at you for a moment, once again looking at Rindou, having a silent conversation that you couldn’t quite understand before Ran turned his attention back toward you.

“Fine,” he said and you swore your heart leaped in your chest at his words, eyes brightening, the heavy weight on your shoulders disappearing momentarily, “we promise.”

PRESENT

“Man, I think the last time we talked was in Munich! Can you believe it’s really been six years?”

Your head was light and you felt dizzy, you swore your vision was spotted as you looked back over your shoulder, eyes catching the glittering dark ones of Gunter Krüger as he waved at you, a wide smile decorating his lips. It took all of your self-control trying not to let the distress become visible on your face, and you weren’t even sure if you were succeeding.

No way, you thought to yourself, tongue darting out to wet your dry lips but you were looking at him, you were looking at him, he was in front of you and-

“You good, y/n? Look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Krüger laughed easily as he approached you, mocking you. He was mocking you because he knew that you thought you were looking at a ghost--a ghost of your past that you hadn’t ever expected to encounter again because- “Didn’t expect to see you around these parts,” Krüger nodded, reaching out to squeeze your bicep just a bit too tight, the smile on his face thinned for just a second, his eyes flashed cold, “or well, maybe I did.”

The add-on was cryptic, his voice was low, your eyes met his dark ones and you caught the chilling look in his eyes. He knows, you swore you felt as if the room was caving in around you, all thoughts of Ran and Rindou and stress about Hanma and Kawaragi flushed away as you stared at the new arrival.

He knows, you wanted to throw up--how did he know? How was he even here? 

Look like you’ve seen a ghost, you thought bitterly, a ghost, a ghost, because he is one. Or should be one. He should be dead, he was supposed to be dead. 

He should be dead. His grip tightened on your bicep, it hurt. 

How was he here? Your mind was running at a million miles a second, trying to put together the pieces, trying to figure out what had happened but it was impossible to put together a puzzle that you only had half of the pieces to. He was dead--you knew he was dead, your uncle had confirmed it, Takuya had confirmed it, you had gone to his fucking funeral. 

“L/n-san, I’m sorry for your loss. I know you had been close to both of the Krüger brothers, it must be difficult having lost them both in such a short period of time.”

You couldn’t breathe, you had to relax, don’t let it show on your face. 

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. 

But you couldn’t, you couldn’t. Your heartbeat wouldn’t slow down, your breath was becoming erratic, shaky. Calm down, you thought desperately, eyes unconsciously seeking out help from the nearest source of familiarity. Your gaze met Rindou’s, and you swore the only thing that grounded you to your current reality was the bruising grip on your bicep.

-- y/n, what’s going on? you could see him begging, eyes searching yours for any sort of answer. You knew he and Ran must have a million questions for you--why were you with Hanma Shuji and Kawaragi Senju? Why were you really back in Tokyo? Why were you at the auction? Who the fuck was this guy? Where have you been the past eight years? Why didn’t you ever reach out to them? Why were you on the opposite side? Why weren’t you standing with them, where you belong? 

You couldn’t answer them, you didn’t know if you’d ever be able to answer them. You shouldn’t even be looking at him--Hanma would notice, Kawaragi would notice, they would see you looking at him and question why but his eyes were the only thing stopping you from spiraling because Gunter Krüger should be buried six feet under, you had watched them lower his casket into the ground six years ago when he killed himself after his wife and brother had been killed during the Munich incident. 

“C’mon,” Krüger complained, leaning in close—his eyes were bright, dancing with something that didn’t sit right in your stomach, something that just wasn’t quite all there compared to the friendly, calm tone of his voice, “Not even gonna say hi? Thought we were closer than that, y/n.”

All of those nights out with him and his wife and brother, laughing, drinking, playing those dumb board games that his brother carried with him wherever he went. All of those mornings where you would meet his wife and brother for coffee before long grueling, merger meetings between Izanami and Suvala. The dragging days that you only barely managed to push through because of the two of them making it less hellish. 

“I don’t know what to do, I-I-the Suvala board, they’re backing me into a corner, they’re gonna end up absorbing Izanami, I can’t figure out-”

“I’ll handle it.”

His grip on your bicep tightened even more, you parted your lips as if to say something but no words came out and even if they did come out, you weren’t even sure what you were trying to say. Rindou’s fists were tight at his side, he looked as if he were about to step forward and silently, you begged him not to. You had been so fucking careful in making sure Hanma and Kawaragi didn’t suspect any prior connections between you and Bonten. Don’t ruin it, don’t ruin it-

He didn’t have to. Just as you swore Rindou was about to step toward Krüger with a raised fist, the hand on your bicep was ripped off. Your gaze shifted to the side, eyes wide as they landed on the tattooed hand of Hanma Shuji gripping Krüger’s wrist so tight that you swore it was about to snap. 

“Watch yourself,” Kawaragi said sharply before nodding at you, lips pressed together. Hanma’s other hand reached out, pressing against your back to push you forward away from Krüger, deeper into the auction hall. You spared one last look back toward Rindou, catching the angry expression and watching as he tried to take half a step in the direction of where Hanma and Kawaragi were leading you off to but Kokonoi Hajime stepped in front of him, stopping him from following the three of you. 

“What was that all about?” Kawaragi asked, voice sharp, “who was that?”

“I need to get in contact with my uncle,” you said, grateful that your voice wasn’t as shaky as your hands, “immediately.”

“Ichirou is in a meeting until later,” Hanma said and your gaze shot toward him—you hadn’t known that. How high up is he in this organization? “Who was that?”

You stared at him, throat tight. How much did they already know about Munich? They were all clearly at least somewhat aware of it from what you could tell at the meeting the other day but you didn’t want to tell them more than necessary. You didn’t want to tell them anything but…

Your gaze drifted back to Krüger, barely catching sight of the head of blonde hair as he made friendly conversation with a dark-haired man that you didn’t recognize--you made sure to take a note of the face, eyes darting around to see if there were any cameras in the building and frowning when you couldn’t find one. You’d have to do your best to remember, or try to snap a photo--your skin crawled as the thought passed through your head. That’s not a good idea. 

“-if the tabloids get-”

“You don’t have to worry about that, that won’t happen.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I just am.”

A chill ran down your spine--you’d have to remember, burn his face into your memory and try to get a name for Takuya to look into. You had a feeling trying to record or take pictures in this place was a bad, bad idea. You needed to figure out what was going on--how Krüger was here, why he was here.

He’s here for you, you knew deep down. It’s the only reason he would be in Japan, at this event. 

‘Or well, maybe I did,’ you recalled his words anxiously--he knew you were going to be at the event, or even if he didn’t know you were going to be at that exact event, he was implying that he knew that he’d be able to find you at events like these.

And how the fuck would he know that unless he knew of your role in what happened at Munich? 

Your head hurt. You needed to calm down, settle before all of this actually started. You needed to be in control before the auction began. You had to get the weapons and you had-

Rindou and Ran. 

There were too many variables, you felt overwhelmed. Rindou, Ran, the weapons, Krüger. It was too much. Too fucking much, there was too much at stake, one slip up-

“Who was that?” Hanma repeated and you let out a long breath. You turned your head back toward him, eyes lingering on the two familiar purple heads of hair in the near distance before your eyes met his amber ones.

You could still smell the garlic-like odor, the blood, you could feel the heat on your skin, the heavy smoke and you could hear the screams of the civilians on the street around you as people rushed toward the building to try to help find survivors.

What were you supposed to do? You didn’t know. You hated not knowing--you could barely even think straight, he had thrown you off, there was too much at stake that was too important to you, Rindou and Ran, the weapons, Krüger. 

He was here for you. He wouldn’t have shown up if he didn’t have something planned.

What if you were in danger?

What if you being in danger put Rindou and Ran in danger?

You had to make a decision. 

It’s risky, you wanted to scream at yourself, too risky, you can’t-

What other choice do you have?

You swallowed thickly, eyes darting around to make sure that no one was close enough to overhear. You took in a deep breath, a heavy feeling settling over you.

Be careful what you tell them.

“What exactly do you know about what happened in Munich six years ago?” 

---

You could feel Ran’s eyes on you from the left and resentment rolled off of Rindou in suffocating waves from the right. 

They were trying to corner you.

You felt distinctly like a gazelle in tall grass, hunted by predators that you couldn’t quite see but you knew were there. Your heartbeat picked up when you caught movement from the corner of your eye--Ran stepping closer. 

You had to move, find another person to talk to before they could corner you. Your eyes fell upon a familiar face halfway across the room--a man you had met while traveling, a businessman from Switzerland, a major player in the pharmaceutical industry. You hadn’t realized he was involved in this, and by the surprised expression on his face as he caught sight of you, he hadn’t expected you to be either.

You let a wide smile split onto your face, raising your hand in a friendly wave as you started in his direction as soon as you noticed the brothers starting to close in on you. 

“You’re not gonna win,” you almost jumped at the sound of the new arrival, eyes darting to the side to fall upon Mina who approached you from behind, voice a low murmur. He followed you in the direction of Meier, distantly, you noticed the furious expression that crossed across Ran and Rindou’s faces once they realized you had managed to slip away for a third time, and then the way their expressions dipped into a more extreme rage when they recognized the man standing next to you. You knew they were well beyond frustrated, knowing that they couldn’t call out for you to stop the bullshit without giving everything away, but you couldn’t let them catch up to you and give them a chance to start questioning you. You couldn’t. “This little game of cat and mouse you’re playing with them, they’re gonna catch you eventually.”

“Shut up, where have you even been?” you muttered, shooting him a withering look, but he didn’t get a chance to respond before you rose your voice to call out to Meier, “Meier!” you greeted, “How’ve you been?” 

You slipped into another meaningless conversation, mind only barely there as you talked about the markets, and competition, and world politics, and pretty much everything except what the two of you were doing at this auction. Your lips moved on automatic and you were grateful for the years of practice that allowed you to hold simple conversation while your mind ran amok.

Service in the auction hall was terrible. Hanma was out trying to get in contact with Sugawara or your uncle--their knowledge on Munich had been minimal, which you were grateful for but you didn’t need to explain much for them to know that you might be in deep shit. 

“I can just kill him,” Hanma had said, looking back toward where Krüger was holding conversation with two other men.

“Don’t be dumb,” Kawaragi snapped, “We don’t know what insurances he’s put in place in the case of his death. For all we know he could have something set to leak if he’s killed.”

You weren’t so sure that was the case--your gaze drifted back to Krüger as you laughed at something Meier said, watching how he talked casually with a small group, forcing yourself not to stiffen when his eyes flickered up to you and his smile widened. You had a distinct feeling that if he had all of the information he needed, he’d have done something with it by now. 

He’s planning something else, you felt cold, you didn’t like it. You hated not knowing.

Kawaragi must have dipped out of sight when Mina showed up--you couldn’t spot her anymore, she had been standing nearby with a large, darker-skinned man with a platinum crew cut and a smaller man with long, striped hair. The smaller man was still lingering in the area but Kawaragi and the other man were gone. 

Something was wrong. You didn’t like it, your skin was crawling and your chest felt heavy. Meier broke off to go get another glass of wine, you glanced back at where Krüger had been standing with that small group, eyes widening when you noticed him slipping out of the auction hall.

“Follow him,” you told Mina sharply, yellow eyes narrowed on you, “Now, Mina, don’t let him leave your sight. I’ll be fine.”

Mina took in a deep breath, eyeing Rindou and Ran who were once again starting to close in on you before nodding, “Don’t leave their sight,” he muttered before making his way after Krüger. 

Wonderful, you thought to yourself, don’t leave their sight but don’t let them get close enough to corner you. 

Your gaze darted around, trying to figure out what direction to flee to next so they couldn’t catch you. Your expression dropped when you realized that the only way out was either down through a side hall or back across the vast room toward where Kokonoi Hajime was talking to the dark-haired, scarred man, where they’ve been there watching you outmaneuver Rindou and Ran for almost an hour now. As if they could smell your intent, Kokonoi and the other man looked up at you, sharing a look and then glancing at Rindou and Ran before pointedly walking in the opposite direction. 

Fuckers, you thought viciously, eyes darting back toward the nearby side hall. You could go down it but you didn’t know where it led to--it could easily be a dead end and then you’d be trapped. Did you have any other choice?

Your eyes met Ran’s.

Don’t you dare, he told you.

You glanced at Rindou, who was too close for comfort.

We’ll chase you, Rindou warned. 

You turned on your heel and walked toward the side hall, pace just a bit too fast to be considered normal and as soon as you turned the corner, out of sight from the other auction goers, you took off.

Your heels slammed against the tiles, and you could hear Rindou and Ran cursing as they chased after you. They were faster than you, they always had been--whenever you made them play tag or manhunt when you were kids, they’d never have any trouble catching you. You couldn’t count the number of times you found yourself tackled to the ground by Rindou, knees and hands cut up, leaves tangled in your hair because he had taken his job far too seriously, Ran laughing in the background as the two of you tumbled down a hill.

Your throat felt tight at the memory.

“Rindou! Get her before she runs into the forest!” 

“Rindou! Grab her before she turns down another hall!” Ran snapped and your eyes widened when you realized they were closer than you had thought, trying to push against the ground faster.

You let out a string of violent curses when you felt a hand wrap around your waist, desperately trying to break free of Rindou’s bruising grip to no avail. His other hand darted forward to grab the other side of your waist, securing you in his hold and a wave of helplessness washed over you.

“Let me go,” you spat, squirming in Rindou’s grasp, “Are you crazy? What if someone sees?”

What if someone sees? Hanma, Kawaragi, one of the two men she was with. 

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Ran demanded as Rindou’s grip tightened on your waist as you tried to squirm free, holding you close to him. Your breath was quick as panic began to take over. 

Fuck.

Your gaze shot up toward Ran, eyes meeting his hard lavender ones, his jaw was clenched tight and his throat bobbed as your gazes met. His eyes left yours to look behind you, double checking that nobody was around to spot the three of you before he stepped closer and you couldn’t breathe. They were too close--Rindou’s chest was pressed against your back and his arms were tucked tight around your waist, holding you still against him, and Ran was right in front of you, bringing his hand up to curl around your jaw to hold your head in place as you tried to look away. 

You hated the conflicted expression on his face, as if he knew that he didn’t have much time and couldn’t figure out what to say. 

“Why are you here?” his voice was low, barely over a rasp and you knew that he wasn’t asking why you were at the auction--you could see it in his eyes what he was really asking, why are you on the opposite side? Why aren’t you with them? What are you doing?

You couldn’t turn your head away but you directed your gaze toward the ground, trying to figure out what the fuck you were supposed to say to them.

“Hey, look at me,” he said sharply, squeezing your cheeks slightly to get your attention, and your eyes instinctively darted back up to meet his. “Why? Answer me.”

“Not here,” you shook your head as best as possible, “Ran, we can’t do this here, someone can walk down the hall any minute.”

“Then when?” you almost flinched at Rindou’s voice next to your ear, “When?” he asked again, voice harsher.

You didn’t know, and you could only stare ahead--you were sure Ran could read every emotion running through your head as he searched your eyes for answers. “What are you doing here?” the heat in his voice was gone, his hand dropped from your face but you didn’t use the newfound freedom to turn your head away, instead only watching him with a heavy feeling in your heart. 

“You know what I’m doing here,” your voice was little over a whisper, the words physically hurt to speak and from the way Ran’s lips tightened at them, from the way his jaw clenched, it hurt them to hear just as much as it hurt you to say. 

“Do we?” Rindou’s grip on your waist tightened where Ran had let go, “‘cause a lot of things aren’t really adding up right now, y/n. Why the fuck did you come meet us the other day if you’re…” he didn’t finish the sentence, instead you could feel him shake his head, “and why did you send that message? You warned us. And before, you pretended not to know us. What’s really going on?”

You didn’t know how to respond. You couldn’t do this here, it was too risky, what the fuck were they thinking?

“I didn’t know,” you said, giving them a half-answer, “I went to meet you guys the night I came back, I met with my uncle the morning after.”

Don’t press, you pleaded internally even though you knew the request was futile.

“The message? Before?” Rindou questioned.

Fuck.

“The message was just that, a message, it’s not on me if you took it as a warning. It’s not what it was meant to be,” you lied, “and before was for my sake. Not yours. I didn’t want Hanma and Kawaragi to know I knew any of you prior.”

“You’re lying,” Ran said and you let out an irritated breath.

Could they read you that well still or were they just throwing out hail mary guesses? You didn’t know.

Calm down, you’ve been thrown off guard all night, get in fucking control before you fuck up beyond fixing.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Control yourself.

Your hands curled around Rindou’s wrists, yanking them off of your hips. He let go of you and you dropped back to your feet, smoothing out your suit. You took a step back, steeling your face and looking at them both.

“I am not,” you said, watching as Ran’s brows furrowed as he studied you, taken aback by the sudden change in demeanor, Rindou’s lips twisted down. “Believe what you want. It’s not my job to convince you otherwise. I answered your questions, now get out of my way. I need to get back to the auction hall.”

Ran’s lips parted, an expression of disbelief masking his face, “What is your problem?” he asked, “Stop with the bullshit, tell us what’s going on, it’s just us right now, we have time. Explain, we-“

“Why are you with South?” Rindou snapped, interrupting Ran, “Why the fuck are you with him? You looked comfortable with him, like you’ve been around him for a while. How long has he been with you? You better not have been with him this whole time when you wouldn’t even answer our fucking calls.”

Your chest ached, you opened your mouth to speak but Ran was already talking again, reaching forward to grab your wrist, “The guy from before, who is he? You were scared—tell us what’s going on, we can help. Are they threatening you?”

They were tag-teaming you, barely giving you a chance to register what the other had said before they jumped on top to add on. You were getting overwhelmed. You had to put a stop to it.

“Threatening me?” you asked just as Rindou started to speak again, and you hated the way that Ran drew back at your words. Krüger, Krüger, you had almost forgotten about him in your panic. You couldn’t do this—you didn’t know what he knew, what he had planned. You couldn’t risk dragging them down with you and you didn’t want them to know about Munich. 

Push them away. If they’re close to you, they’re more at risk—from Sugawara, from Krüger, from you. You were a fucking danger to them. 

You were a danger to them.

Maybe you should tell them the truth, they’d be able to prepare better knowing the truth, but as soon as the thought crossed your mind you knew that it wasn’t an option. You worked tirelessly to make sure they didn’t get caught up in your shitshow—and maybe they had already been wrapped up in their own shitshow, yeah, but yours had just gotten exponentially worse in a very short amount of time.

Maybe if it was still just Sugawara’s group versus Bonten, you would be able to be more honest with them. But you knew, you knew, once they knew the truth they wouldn’t let you go. They’d keep pushing and pushing trying to protect you, just as they always had, except this time they’d push until they got themselves killed.

Killed.

You couldn’t risk it—not until you knew more about Krüger, who he was working with, what he wanted, what he had planned. He was an unknown variable right now, one that you couldn’t just ignore or take lightly.

You had taken everything from him and you knew he wouldn’t hesitate to do the same to you. You knew it.

You’d find them and tell them the truth once you knew more—tell them the truth and apologize and pray to god that they would forgive you even though you knew you didn’t deserve it.

“They’re not threatening me, Ran,” you said, and you hated how cold your voice was and you hated how Ran drew back, how Rindou tried to wipe away the hurt that spread across his face before you could see it. “They gave me a choice. I chose to help my uncle.”

“You chose-“ Ran couldn’t even finish the sentence, gaping at you, evidently too stunned to even be angry, “You chose to get involved with this? After you knew that we were on the oppos-“

“Yes,” you said and the look on Ran’s face, the fury in Rindou’s eyes made you sick to your stomach, “Don’t look at me like that,” please, “you asked for answers and I’m giving you them.”

“You’re fucking lying,” Rindou spit, taking a step closer to you, “you’re fuckin’ lying to us again. You’re always fucking lying.”

“Just because my answer isn’t the one you wanted to hear doesn’t mean that I’m lying.”

Ran’s expression dropped but your words only seemed to spur Rindou’s anger on even further. Rindou shook his head, taking another step closer to you, “You-“

“Ran, Rindou,” your eyes shot behind the brothers, focusing on the scarred man with dark hair who had walked down the side hall from the direction the three of you had come from, “We need to head in, the auction’s about to start.”

“Give us a minute,” Rindou said, turning his attention back onto you, “Y-”

“We need to go now,” the dark-haired man interrupted Rindou, “You know how Kokonoi and Sanzu get when they’re left alone with each other.”

“Then fucking go, Kakucho,” Rindou snapped, whipping back around, “Fuck, we’ll meet you in there, we-”

Ran grabbed Rindou’s arm, silencing him, “Let’s go,” he said and Rindou paused, looking back at him in surprise.

“Ran-“ he began but Ran didn’t give him the chance to finish what he was going to say, his lips were pulled down and his eyes were heavy, he wouldn’t look at you.

“I said, let’s go,” Ran’s voice was loud, sharp—both you and Rindou physically flinched at the tone, “We’re wasting our time.”

Wasting our time, his words rang through your head on repeat. He didn’t mean that--you knew he didn’t, you could see it in his eyes but-

You hurt him, you knew you did. Ran built high, nigh-impenetrable walls around his heart. It took a long time for him to let you in originally—he had been hesitant, untrusting, fearful because you knew now that he hated letting people in, Ran loved deeply, too deeply, and it scared him. It made him feel a loss of control and you knew that it made him anxious.

To hear you all but admit that you chose this… chose this knowing they were on the opposite side.

Breathe in, breathe out. You wanted this, didn’t you?

But it was different seeing it happen in front of you, witnessing their reactions. You had no right to be upset, you reminded yourself, this was your decision. You were doing what was best—once you knew more about Krüger…

He and Rindou shared a look--they were having a conversation without you and Kakucho, an argument. After a few moments, Rindou looked away. 

Whatever they were arguing about, Ran won. 

Ran turned and walked back the way they had come without another word, disappearing with Kakucho around the corner and Rindou lingered for a moment, eyes searching yours for any sort of sign that maybe you were being forced to say this, maybe you were still the girl they used to know all those years ago and it took all of your self-control for you to not crumble under his stare.

Finally he shook his head, looking at you one last time as he turned to follow Ran, “I know you’re lying,” he said, but you weren’t sure if he was telling you or trying to convince himself, “I know you’re fuckin’ lying, y/n. You can’t hide this shit from us. We’ll figure it out.”

And it hurt, it hurt watching them walk away even though you knew it was for the best, that you needed them to stay away from you until you understood what was going on so you could keep them safe. Getting them involved now with as little information as you had… it would be damning, you’d get them killed.

But it hurt, your chest ached as Rindou glanced back once as he turned the corner to go back to the auction hall and you wanted to call out to him--call his name, say sorry, break down and tell him that you’ve missed them, that you wished things were different but you couldn’t. And Rindou watched you, waiting for one final sign before he pressed his lips together and disappeared around the corner.

Better luck next time, you thought bitterly, hands shaking at your side, shoulders dropping now that you were finally alone, letting your guard fall and mask crumble.

And you knew they would be mad at you once you inevitably told them the truth, that they might not even forgive you because you had made them promise so many fucking times not to hide stuff from you and they held themselves to the promise and you couldn’t even give them the same courtesy back.

It’s different, you tried to convince yourself. It’s different, you made them promise that about petty delinquent stuff, this was different. Dangerous, could get you killed, them killed, your uncle killed. 

It’s different.

“There you are,” you froze, looking over your shoulder, eyes meeting Hanma Shuji’s familiar amber ones. “Been looking for you.”

You felt cold. How much had he overheard?

But Hanma made no sign of acknowledgment, instead pressing his hand to your back to get you moving forward back toward the auction hall, “C’mon, it’s about to start.”

Your heart was in your throat as he led you back into the main room, and your eyes darted around as soon as you stepped into the hall, trying and failing to catch sight of Rindou and Ran amongst the masses of people.

Hanma eyed you curiously as he led you down the aisles toward the back rows of the auction hall, his gaze was stifling and you wanted nothing more than to disappear into the floor. Had he seen? He couldn’t have, there was no way, but you knew you were only trying to convince yourself.

He motioned for you to take a seat and you frowned, glancing at him suspiciously as you moved into the row, letting him take the aisle seat.

“Where is Kawaragi?” you asked, looking pointedly at the empty seat next to you. 

“Sugawara asked her to check the storerooms,” he murmured, “She’ll probably be gone for a bit, from what I remember the storerooms are pretty deep down in the building and at the far end. I doubt she’ll be back any time soon.”

“What’s she checking those for?” a strange feeling swept over you--one that didn’t sit right.

Hanma shrugged, “Fuck if I know,” he slung an arm around your shoulder, you gave him a flat stare, he looked unperturbed. He leaned his head in close, lips brushing your ear, “So, that thing you were hiding at the meeting…” his voice was a low, mocking sing-song, dread pooled in your stomach, “the Haitanis, huh?” 

Your blood ran cold, your expression dropped, you eyed Hanma from the corner of your eye--you hated the smile that was curling at his lips. 

“Relax,” he chuckled, leaning the side of his head against the top of yours, “It’ll stay our little secret for now, yeah?”

For now, the words laid heavy on your chest and you stared forward, hyper-aware of the arm around your shoulders and the head laying on top of yours. You felt as if the weight on your shoulders tripled and the air around you became suffocating. 

Who the fuck was Hanma Shuji and what did he want?

You didn’t get the chance to say anything else as the auctioneer began speaking. You tuned it out, lost in your own thoughts. What the fuck did this mean? What did Hanma want from you?

You didn’t know, you hated not knowing. You hated it. You hated it. You hated it. 

You eyed him from the corner of your eye, he didn’t move away from you, much to your dismay, instead only staying leaned up against you as he watched the auctioneer begin the bidding for the first item.

“Can you… get off?” you muttered and he only hummed, as if he hadn’t heard you. You repeated yourself, more irritated, and he did the same thing. Your eye twitched when you realized he was being purposefully difficult.

What the fuck did he want? 

The question bounced around your head and you hated that you couldn’t answer it. Money? Power? Those were two of the most common motivations for men that you’ve come across but you had a feeling that Hanma Shuji was not like the other men you’ve encountered in the past. His eyes were too sharp, calculating, knowing; his smile was too playful. You felt as if you were playing a losing game that you didn’t know you had started playing whenever he walked in the room. His right hand rubbed circles on your arm, punishment glared back at you as you scowled down at the unwelcome touch.

You looked away, an unsettling feeling sweeping over you suddenly.

Your eyes drifted back around the auction hall, toward the opposite row of seats, looking over the heads of people, searching for Rindou and Ran again. Where are they? You couldn’t spot them or any of the other Bonten executives anywhere and it had your hair on end. 

What if-

“Three million yen,” you looked in the opposite direction, toward the left side of the auction hall and your eyes fell upon Kokonoi Hajime leaning back casually in his seat.

He was looking at you already, as if waiting to see, testing, testing to see if you would bid on anything other than the weapons and you nearly scowled, unwilling to waste your money more than necessary. You were already certain that you were going to liquidate all of your assets in the Philippines for this and maybe even in New Zealand too, you added mournfully.

You pointedly looked away from him, intent on finding Rindou or Ran instead but your eyes fell upon a different familiar face, one that made you double take once you realized who you were looking at--Krûger? What… Shouldn’t he be…

Where is Mina?

You straightened, unease rapidly shooting through you, gaze darting around as you tried to spot your friend to no avail. Hanma seemed to sense your sudden distress, frowning at you as he sat up.

“What are you-?”

In the distance, there was a sharp, loud boom--the auction hall quieted at once. You faltered, sharing a look with Hanma as you looked around briefly, trying to figure out what that had been--explosives? A grenade? 

Hanma’s brows furrowed, his lips tightened, one hand reached out to curl around your bicep as he looked around, trying to figure out what had happened. Your gaze darted around the room, catching sight of Krüger rising to his feet, a concerned look sweeping over his face. 

Your eyes didn’t linger on him for long, instead searching two familiar heads of purple hair in the crowd on the opposite side of the room. You caught sight of one--Rindou, you spotted, eyes meeting his alarmed lavender ones as his head swiveled around the room.

Where’s Ran? you wanted to ask but you knew the answer to his question from the thinly concealed panicked look in his eyes. Your throat felt swollen, you tried to stand up, go to look for him as a sick, dark feeling began to stir in your gut.

A familiar dark feeling. The same one you had felt six years ago before it all happened.

Hanma’s grip on your arm tightened, holding you in place. 

A louder explosion--much louder, shrieks sounded from around you and your blood ran cold as the entire building shook. 

Garlic, blood, smoke, no. There was no way, no-

Everything was happening too fast--too slow? It felt like everything was happening in slow motion but fast enough that you couldn’t react in time. 

Where’s Ran? you wanted to scream at Rindou, who was staring at you, lips parted in shock, eyes wide. Rindou, Rin, something bad was about to happen, you had to get to Rindou, you had to find Ran, you-

And then you were being thrown to the ground, a large body being thrown on top of yours just as the walls blew in and the floors blew upwards from behind the stage.

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Long live the Emperor …

synopsis — he was a very jealous man and he would do anything to send his message. you were his and he would make sure everyone knew who you belonged to.

warning - nsfw, dubcon, arranged marriage, public sex, throne sex, cock warming

shameful. it’s a shameful display of power and greed and no one dares to say a word. the court has been in session for what felt like hours with many people passing through with important requests for the emperor.

their voices are low and some even stutter, scared to look away but even more afraid to anger their emperor if they dare look at his royal consort.

“you may speak” he says, his voice as steady as any other day only that he has his beautiful wife on his lap in a thin sheer robe that leaves little to the imagination despite how long it is. it’s a beautiful shade of green, see-through and no doubt only appropriate for your private quarters.

you’re beautiful with the finest jewellery fit for the royal consort and despite your obvious discomfort and embarrassment, you know you can’t move. his cock is buried deep inside you and if you were to move, it sends a shiver up your spine that you want to hate. your husband has no respect for you privacy at all, wanting to make a point to all the men who stare at you. you belonged to him and he didn’t care if you were young and new to this side of the world.

you had just turned 18 and your father had promised you to him and no matter how much you begged and pleaded with him, he forced you to marry the emperor and now you were being shown off like some prize in front of everyone.

“m-my king” the man below speaks, but his unable to look at the king in the eye so he keeps his eyes downcast, his cheeks are red and so are his ears. you want to feel sorry for the poor old man but you saw the way he looked at you when he first entered and he was no different than anyone else in the court.

“speak up!” ran shouts, “if you’re here to waste my time, then my guards can see you out”

“i’ve come to ask for h-help” the man clears his throat, “my people, we have been struggling with-”

the man can barely get his words out and it’s so obvious that the king is bored. he helps his people and his not a selfish man but he’s very different with you and it’s clear that the people have angered him enough to push him this far. he circles his hips and grips your waist.

you can’t hide the shame that fills you the moment you moan, your mouth falling open in surprise as he thrusts up into you. his cock is big and even though you had become well acquainted on your wedding night, it was still difficult to get used to something so thick.

there are whispers throughout the court and you don’t have to see the king’s face to know he’s smirking. the smug bastard knew exactly what he was doing and he would do it again to send the message across.

you belonged to him.

this is so good :(((( I honestly wasnt expecting the ending but god it's so good!!!!

CHASING THE GAMBLER

KOKONOI HAJIME X GAMBLING ADDICT

<REPOST FROM OTHER ACCOUNT>

CW: MNDI*GAMBLING*RUSSIAN ROULETTE*ADDICTION*SUICIDE*ANGST

"ROYAL FLUSH MOTHER FUCKERS!" You showed them your cards and their jaw dropped. The money at stake was too high and Kokonoi couldn't afford to lose to anyone. Not to the old fucks around the table and certainly not to you. But he did.

"Ey, suck my dick stupid ass bitches!" You cheerfully yell before pulling all of your opponents chips closer to you.

"H-how what the fuck...." Kokonoi Hajime couldn't believe he just lost to you. He was more baffled compare to the others. It's the first time he played with you and he didn't expect you to hit him with a royal flush.

"I'm a good poker player, my daddy taught me. My brother is a professional poker player too." You explained to him.

"N-no. How? You just won 29 million you-" He couldn't form a sentence making you chuckle. He underestimated you. He didn't think you had a chance of winning. Hell! He was confident no one had the chance of winning against him.

"One more game." He says panicking over his 7 million lost.

"You already lost 7 million are you ready to lose more?"

"I'm not gonna lose again."

"Oh, darlin' I bet you all of these chips you're going to lose again." He shakes his head not believing that you're challenging him.

"S-sure, let's play again." You smirked and snapped your hands three times catching one of the servers attention. He served you a bourbon and you chugged it at one go before returning your attention to Kokonoi.

"I only play one game every night but I'll make an exception if you agree to play Russian roulette with me." Kokonoi doesn't like Russian roulette but he was too absorbed and pissed at you to back out now. That's how the two of you ended up facing each other with a revolver on your hand. People gathering around curious to see if one of you will blow their own brains. What was at stake? Well, 36 million and your own life. What more could you ask for? You look like a normal human being outside but inside you're twisted. Having a loaded revolver on your temple would make a sane person tremble from fear but you? Having it on your temple makes you tremble from arousal. Being close to the other life is your pleasure. It gives you an unexplainable adrenaline and euphoria. That's the main reason why people who knows you well refuses to play games with you. They know you'll go further and further until death finally opens the door you've been knocking at since you were 13.

"She's fucking crazy." Someone from the crowd says as you pull the trigger of the revolver four times in a row pushing your luck or simply just asking for death.

"What the fuck!" Kokonoi shouted at you. You only left him with three more slots to go through. One bullet filled one slot and his chance of survival is low but if he manage to pull it off he'll win. He was about to take the gun from your hand but you pulled the trigger once more.

The crowd was petrified. Only two slots remaining. Kokonoi froze his chance 50/50. You were fearless and didn't hesitate to risk your life. After the first pull of the trigger his heart got eaten by fear but yours weren't. It only lit up your darkest desire and it made you pull the trigger four more times. You sighed disappointed that you didn't get your brains blown off and you hesitantly push the gun towards him. He was shaking from fear. If he pulls this off... He'll win. But 50/50 was his chance... You exceeded the odds of dying. Pulling the trigger five times was out of the ordinary and he was sure that you'll get yourself killed after the second pull but like earlier he was wrong. You are not normal. It seems that even though you're running towards Satan he refuses to let you enter hell. It shows how sick and twisted you are.

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR TAKE THE GUN!" You screamed at him after a minute passed and he hasn't taken the gun from you yet. His breathing fast and his throat dry. His eyes that are engulfed with fear fell on the gun on your hand but still. He refused to take it. You got impatient and in a swift move you were straddling him. Your eyes wide and psychotic not liking the fact that he's refusing to play the game.

"Take the gun and pull the trigger."

"I-I I...."

"Why don't I pull the trigger for you!" You came up with a good idea. You alinged your head with his and placed the gun on his temple. He tried to push you off but you didn't let him. You keep a firm hold to his body.

"Isn't this beautiful? Two strangers dying together. A beautiful end for the two of us..." He felt your fingers slowly move towards the trigger and he knew he messed up.

"YOU WIN!"

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"YOU WIN! OKAY! STOP!"

Kokonoi screamed stopping you from pulling the trigger. A dark chuckle came out of your lips.

Coward.

His chest rapidly rose and sank. Diamond shape sweat drips from his forehead, iron grip on your waist. You moved your face in front of him the gun still pointed on his temple.

"STOP! YOU WIN!" He yelled again wanting the gun to be away from him. You pulled his chin down and made him look into your bored light pink eyes. You were unimpressed and dissatisfied. And he was fearful. Fearful of a girl he barely knows.

"You fear death?"

"GET OFF!" You only laugh to his commands.

"See? I was right. I'm never wrong. I warned you but you didn't listen to me. Now.... you lost 14 million." You mocked him as you moved the gun from his temple down to his throat making his tension rise.

"I'm a Bonten executive you won't get away if you kill me." He yells desperately wants to be away from you.

"Kill you?" You chuckle.

"What's fun of killing someone who did nothing to you?" Kokonoi can't understand you. Not one bit.

"Your fear of losing money will someday kill you." You said before putting the gun on your temple pulling the trigger.

*

But once again. Death didn't want you. Yet.

The crowd gasped both in fear and amazement. 6 in a row. You escaped death.

"You could've won if you didn't chicken out." You tell him before shooting the ceiling. Kokonoi was immediately relief when the bullet was finally shot. The crowd backs away as fragments of the ceiling falls down.

"I don't like seeing fear. I love seeing fearless opponets." You pat his shoulders with your hands before getting off of him.

Kokonoi. He's... surprised? It's the first time he wasn't able to read someone. And it's the first time after years his heart beat weirdly. It's stupid. You were just a second away from killing both of you but he can't help but to feel an attraction for you. It's a strong one for him because he wasn't able to take off his eyes off of you as you walk away disappearing through the crowds of shocked people leaving all of the chips you've won. His eyes landed on them and he realized money meant nothing to you. Another reason for him to-

You're not Akane- you're far from Akane. She was.... gentle, delicate, kind, she's not someone who will play games of death. She's someone angelic and perfect and his one love. And you're the girl who... You're the girl who almost sent him to his death. The girl he lost 14 million to. That's it... That's all you are. He kept telling himself as he walks around the casino trying to find you. Hoping to see your long raven black hair and light green eyes. That's all you are his opponent. You're just a psychotic girl he needs to take revenge to. You're not someone who will make him happy. You're just a gambling addict. He forcefully punch those thoughts into his mind while grabbing the girl he thought was you.

You're just a gambling addict.

He repeats as his heart sank realizing he got the wrong person. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

If he met you again, what would he say? What would he do? As he keeps searching for you every time he goes to the casino those thoughts run to his mind.

He tried asking for your name. Going as far as starting a man hunt but no one could ever find you. People around him says you're not worth the trouble and you'll just leave him in a dark place but he didn't care.

He felt sick to his stomach when he realized satan might've finally opened his door for you. He dropped his cards on the table not minding the money on the line.

He ran towards the bathroom and threw up. He was scared. Scared for a girl he barely knows.

"You were looking for me?"

His tired and restless eyes widens as he saw you through the mirror. Leaning on the wall with your arms and legs crossed looking beautiful as ever.

"You shouldn't be looking for someone like me."

"You didn't take your money." He tried to mask his excitement not wanting you to think of him as pathetic.

"I don't mind the money baby, I'm fucking rich as fuck. What I do mind is you starting a man hunt for my head and me not being able to play for my death." You pulled out a pocket knife and tapped it on your head 3 times.

"You misunderstood- I I want- would like to get to know you." An amused smile appeared on your face as you uncrossed your arms standing straight.

"Wash your mouth and come with me."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You led him to the rooftop and you sat on the egde.

"Come." You motion him to sat beside you and he did. Not remembering the fact that you're suicidal.

The night skies are pretty and you couldn't help but to admire them. Hajime watched you his heart slowly getting warmer and warmer despite of the cold night.

"Why do you live?" Your sudden question stunned him.

Why do I live?

He has no answer.

You softly smile before tossing the diamond dice on your hand he didn't noticed in the air.

3

Finally.

He was confused. He didn't know why you tossed the dice and he didn't know why you looked so happy when it showed 3 golden dots. But he didn't questioned you. As long as your happy he's content.

"I'm Ayaka." He nods taking off his jacket and draping it on your shoulder. You thanked him and handed him the dice.

"What's this for?"

"Token of our friendship."

"You're odd." You laughed and rolled your eyes.

"I am."

"Are you free around 3 pm tomorrow?" He asked you hiding his red face.

"I am. I'll be free anytime starting tonight."

"Great, let's go on a date."

"Sure."

He was surprised that you agreed. He thought you'll reject him but he was happy you didn't.

"Don't lose that dice for me will you? You'll definetely need it someday." You made him promise before asking him to bring you your favorite drink. "Pina colada."

Kokonoi was overjoyed for the first time in years. He was happy. And his happiness faded as soon as it started.

"A GIRL JUST JUMPED!" His body froze. He was climbing the stairs when he heard the frenzy about a girl's body lying limp in front of the casino.

He went out with your requested drink still in his hand. The crowd parted as the Bonten executive made his way to you.

You look so peaceful lying in front of the casino. Blood oozing out of your body.

His heart shattered for the second time.

Why do you live?

Your question echoed in his mind. He had no reason. No reason at all.

You were just alive and you were just warming his freezing heart. Now you're rapidly chilling. He slowly kneeled in front of you moving your head onto his lap.

Even after witnessing deaths of multiple traitors and even after causing death. It was a disturbing sight for him to see.

It was disturbing for him to see you happier now that you're lifeless. It was so disturbing to realized you've always been in misery, and death was the only thing that helped you achieve peace.

Kokonoi placed a kiss on your forehead before looking at the dice you gave him.

"Token of our friendship."

You could've been the reason he lives. But he'll never be yours.

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Don't copy.

this is so good!!!!!

MIND GAMES 1

Bonten men are ruthless but so is she.

CW: Violence,Age-gap,Foul Language,Suggestive, MDNI.

MASTERLIST

-Intentions-

"Can you for the love of god step off that goddamn edge?" Taiju nervously pleaded. Despite of the sunny weather the wind is still strong and it could easily push her off the building and every second that she remained on the egde accelerates his anxiety.

Smirking she turned around to face him. He knew she's planning something and he doesn't like it. Not one bit.

"Goddamit. Stop playing around." He barks frustrated at her dangerous actions.

Taiju and her father had been great friends and he didn't hesitate to take her in when her father told him she has no one to stay with. Her father didn't want her anywhere near American soil since she has made alot of deadly powerful enemies leaving him no choice but to entrust his estranged daughter with his dear friend.

"Don't do anything stupid. I swear to god."

Taiju felt his heart stopped when she opened her arms widely, closed her eyes and started to fall back. His world started to slow down even though he's rushing to reach her. She is too fucking reckless and she never feared death and she never hesitated to look death in the eyes.

"I SAID DON'T DO ANYTHING STUPID!" He yelled as he dragged her away from the edge.

"I knew you'd come and save me." The deranged girl laughs as he lets go of her dropping her to the cold cement.

"Could've drop me more gently." She complained as she pick herself up. She has always like seeing Taiju panic for her. It makes her happy knowing there's someone who would drop everything just to save her. It's comforting and really nice.

"Don't do that again." Furious at the sudden stunt she just pulled, his iconic vein popped on his forehead as he started to pace around.

Taiju tries his best to form her into a normal human being all the while knowing it's impossible owning to the fact that her mother wasn't a normal one.

But he tries his best because he sees her as a redemption for all the things he had done to his siblings.

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The bonten members are watching all of those unfold from the CCTV placed secretly the day before. Taiju and her were far away and they could barely see her face but all of them could recognize the giant monster with her from miles away.

"That's the daughter of Yukichi Yamagata." Takeomi explains as he lit his fourth cigar of the day.

"That's fucking Taiju Shiba why the hell is she with him?" Kokonoi questions puzzled to why his former boss who promised not to meddle with any gang business after his defeat from Mikey save their target from falling and let alone be with her.

"Yukichi are friends with him. Apparently the girl mass murdered a gang which made her the number one target of the five largest crime syndicate in America. No one but him wanted to take her in." Kanji Mochizuki read the information he got from bribing Taiju's secretary.

"How can that girl mass murder a gang? She's like fucking 3 ft 1." Sanzu squinted his eyes questioning her ability as he slumps down on the chair.

"And why would she mass murder a gang?" Ran added.

"She seems like a crazy person. I mean damn, if Shiba didn't get her she'd be dead dead." Rindou pointed out her actions earlier and Kakucho nodded agreeing.

"Well, I like crazy." The mad dog spoke making everyone shake their head. If the boss wants her on their side most of them will probably put a loaded gun on their mouth and pull the trigger. They wouldn't be able to handle another nuisance like Sanzu.

"That girl is valuable." The boss spoke grabbing everyone's attention.

He leaned on the wall and everyone noticed that his eyes are darker than usual. It gave them a feeling that he had to carefully analyze the pros and cons of taking the girl, indicating that she's more than just valuable.

One of the men wanted to question their boss if he's in love with her but that's out of the questions. Mikey had his few shares of whores but never kept one. For the last ten years the men spent working with each other they learned that not one of them would keep a woman in their lives. Yes, they might keep a few companion for nights of pleasure but never keep one to spend their life with. It's a luxury they could never afford not even after having almost all the money in the world.

"Her real father had her trained in a special camp which turns children into deadly soldiers or puppet CEO’s and she’s well acquainted with someone I need to find." Mikey states before pointing at Ran and Kanji.

"She's not someone to underestimate." The two men shared a look before nodding to their boss.

"You two have a week to take the girl. I don't care if it's by force, take her no matter what or I'll be taking your heads if you returned empty handed."

Mikey left the room along with Sanzu and Kakucho leaving the two men assigned to take her mortified and the remaining puzzled to why Mikey wanted to have the her so bad.

One by one the members left the room leaving Kokonoi to look back at Taiju and the mysterious girl. A few minutes passed by and nothing happened. He was about to leave when he saw her and Taiju leaving the rooftop Kokonoi was aching to leave the room and his body was half turned towards the door too but his guts told him to stay.

"Why the fuck am I feeling like this?" He says and his question was soon answered when she stood in front of the CCTV and mischievously smiled and showed her middle finger to it.

She pulled out a paper from her pocket and held it to the CCTV.

BONTEN SUCK MY DICK

"This- little bitch." Hajime's reptile eyes widen as he realized she knew all along that she's being watched.

Mikey was right after all, she shouldn't be underestimated.

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Kanji and Ran read through all of the information in the nightclub they often go to. The loud music and girls helps Ran calm down while the liquor helps Kanji collect himself.

"This doesn't make any sense. If she's fucking thirty why does-"

"Wait. She's thirty? Mine says she's twelve." They both looked at each other totally confused.

"Fine, the age doesn't matter but why does she need to stay with Taiju when she has seven brothers all over the world?" Kanji hands Ran various pictures of men who looks nothing like her.

"Mine says she's an only child."

"What the-" Kanji was interrupted by a knock on a door and a girl no taller than 5ft 5 enters wearing a classic bunny costume.

"Here are your drinks boys."

Kanji assumed Ran ordered and Ran assumed Kanji ordered but none of it matters because they are hooked over the girl who just entered.

"Are you new here?" Ran asked as the girl approached them.

"Yes, sir. I'm a newbie."

"You look young how old are you?" Kanji questioned her. He may be a criminal but he's certainly not sleeping with an underage girl while Ran's moral could be questionable sometimes he highly objects and is disgusted by the thought of sleeping with underage girls as well.

The girl placed their drink on the table before sitting on Kanji's lap. It surprised both of them because Kanji has always been the last man in Bonten to get pretty girls.

"I've always liked older men. More experience. Rough. Looks so good in their suits." The girl placed her thumb on Kanji's chin turning his face to hers.

His eyes fell on her light brown eyes which reminded him of maple syrup he likes to drizzle on his morning biscuits.

Her fingers softly touched the bridge of his nose captivating Kanji with every movement she does while making Ran jealous.

It's a fucking blow on his huge ego. Ran always got the girls. Even before he flashes his rolex or the keys to his Cadillac. They always go to him, so it was crushing to see a girl so pretty like her go to his collegue.

Kanji placed his hand on her back while parting her legs with the other making her chuckle as she continue to softly touch his face. Kanji slept with tons of women but not once did they do the things she's doing to him.

"You smell good." He compliments her making Ran roll his eyes. Ran thinks that Mochi his "dear friend." lacks of dirty talk and is fucking traditional and basic.

The girl stood up and it made Kanji panic for moment as he thought she got tired of him but was instantly relief when she pushed him down to the sofa and went on to straddle him.

She took his hands and placed it on her ass before leaning forward and dangerously hovering her lips over his. His eyes landed on her parted wet lips and a smirked form on it as she noticed his action.

"Want... to kiss me?" She asked and he slowly nodded. Ran who's watching all of the things happened got irritated and chug the liquor she bought in.

"Damn! This is a strong fucking motherfucker!" He exclaimed after drinking it.

Kanji paid no mind to him and started kneeding the girl's ass. She softly chuckes before placing her hands on his chest and softly placing a kiss beside his lips making him want more. She's a fucking vixen and as seconds passes Kanji wanted nothing more than to be inside her. His erection made itself clear.

She licked his lips before pushing his head up exposing his neck to her. She placed soft kisses on it making the older man moan in pleasure.

"You like my kisses? Imagine if my lips were on your cock instead." His breath hitches as the thought of having the girl on top of him knelt between his legs and suck his cock, flashes through his mind. The girl then licked his neck up to his lips forcing her saliva on his mouth. She’s so fucking good and Kanji knew he had to have her.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He says making her grin. She gave his lips a peck before going to his ear and gently biting on it.

"You should fact check. I'm neither twelve or thirty."

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"B-boss... we got the girl." Ran's shaky voice echoed to the phone. Mikey was impressed that they've got the girl in less than 7 hours and was planning on raising their salaries.

"Haruchiyo ready the car we're going to her-"

"Boss! Boss! where were you I've been trying to call and search for you for the last seven hours!" Kokonoi burst in panicking. He had been trying to inform them that she knew she's being watched but no one was around. Not even Kakucho or Takeomi who's known to answer calls in a heartbeat, answered their phones.

"Not now Hajime. They've got the girl." Haruchiyo interferes pushing the panicking man aside.

"No! No you don't get it. She-"

"Not now Hajime." Mikey stopped him and proceeded to leave the room with his loyal mad dog.

Frustrated Hajime let out a grunt hating the fact that everyone has been missing and the fact that he failed to inform their boss a valuable information.

"Fuck." He rushed out of the room and tried to search for anyone when someone grabbed his neck and slammed him on the wall.

"What the-"

"Long time no see."

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Arriving at the grape farm along with several armed men Mikey and his loyal dog walked towards the barn.

"Boss, what do you plan on doing the girl?" Haruchiyo asked and Mikey only answered him with silence. The dog knew better than to push the topic so he just walked closely with his king.

Haruchiyo grew suspicious because almost always one of his colleagues greets them but he shrugged it off knowing that it's Ran and Kanji. Two of the most brutal men in Bonten.

Haruchiyo opened the barn's door and they proceed to walk in leaving their guards outside.

"Mochi! Ran!" The dog barks but no one answered.

Suddenly circus song started to blast and disco lights flickered from above making the dog pull out his gun and instintively stood in front of his boss who only looked up to the bright lights.

"Welcome!" A robotic voice echoed as lights points to the other six members of Bonten who are all hanging to the ceiling upside down like some victims from the movie SAW.

Their face are beaten up and they were tied with ropes that barely supported their weights. Blood dripped from their head falling to the hays.

Rindou’s blood fell down and it landed on the mad dogs forehead making him back away bumping to his boss.

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Two days prior to the "event" she burst in Taiju's office disturbing him and the work he needed to finish.

"What do you want?"

"Lunch?"

"Lunch is over-" "Okay, I'm gonna blow up the prime minister-"

"On second thought, let's go eat right now." She smiled and dragged him to his car even though he wanted to eat in his restaurant.

"It's not like you to ask me out on lunch." Taiju says as he took a turn entering the highway.

"I need to discuss some stupid shit I'm about to do in less than forty-eight hours." Taiju sighed. After three years of taking care of her and looking after her like she's his child he knew it's too good to be true.

"So?"

"Bonten, they're planning on kidnapping me."

"WHAT!?" He yells making her jump from her seat.

"I've done all the plans. All you need to do is bring Takeomi Akashi, Kakucho Hitto, Rindou Haitani, Kokonoi Hajime, to the farm we've bought a month ago." Taiju shook his head no.

"We're not doing tha-"

"Or, I can just march in their HQ and start a massacre again."

"You know. I fucking thought I was nuts when I was kid."

"I'm not a kid I'm fucking 19."

"Wait? Don't I still wake you up in the morning? Don't you still refuse to eat real breakfast and insist on eating cereals-"

"Okay! Chill! Goddamn who hurt you?"

Taiju and her talked about her plans inside her favorite pancake shop and though he hated to admit it, her plan was perfect.

"Admit it Tai! You're proud of me right? I mean. I'm smart just like you." Taiju smiled as he took a sip of his coffee. He is indeed proud.

When he took her in, she was already smart but she wasn't interested in studying or anything at all. She had no aspirations or goals. And even though she's capable of creating strategic plans she always resolve into her brute and he changed that.

"Yeah yeah you make me proud." She blushed and wink at him. He's been a better father than hers.

Four hours earlier.

"Newbie bring the drinks to the VIP room!" The head of the club yelled at her and she made sure to remember her name. She scanned her surroundings before pouring the sleeping pills on both of her target’s drink before heading to their room.

They were powerful men and it made them reckless thinking that they're untouchable. Entering the room she knew they were hooked by her and she used that as an advantage.

Between the two men she liked Kanji more because he's taller and looked older and the girl decide to have a little fun with him before she break his heart.

"You should fact check. I'm neither 12 or 30."

Kanji looked at her completely puzzled but soon realized what she meant.

"RAN!" He shouted and pushed her off of him sending her to the wall. His eyes then landed on the sleeping Haitani and he cursed himself for allowing his guard down.

"Wow. That's how you'll treat me?" She mocked him as she stand up. Kanji knew he couldn’t kill her so he simply walked over to her and grabbed her by the neck slamming her small body to the wall but none of his actions faze her.

"You think you're funny?"

"I-I I do. I'm act- actually a comedian!" Even though she was barely breathing she didn't fail to say some shit.

"I was beginning to like you. Was even contemplating of making you my slut-" His visions starts to blurry and his whole body began to numb. His grip on her neck loosens and he stumbled back as his head starts to pound uncontrollably.

"You shouldn't have let me kiss you." He collapsed to the ground and the last thing he saw before he fell unconscious was her drinking something from the necklace she's wearing.

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One by one the executives regain conciousness and could only remember the things that occur leading up to their defeat.

"You all failed me." They heard Mikey's voice and it sent chills down their spines.

Mikey sighed and went on to sit to one of the stacks of hays and clapped three times seemingly impressed by her. He knew she's a strong fighter but he also knew she took out the gang with her sick games. What he didn't know was how good she actually is.

"Sano Manjiro." She came out of the shadows along with Taiju and the mad dog immediately pointed the gun at her but Taiju stood in front of her shielding her with his body.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Fuck you Shiba. We have men outside-"

Taiju chuckled knowing that those men are laying on the ground either with their heads blown out or still choking with their own blood.

"You want to know Doctor Fujita's location? I'll give it to you." Mikey's eyes widen he didn't expect her to know his intention.

"Only if you help me find a person as well."

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Why can't you hear me!?

Why can't you hear me?!

Mikey angst<3

♡A/N -Suicidal thoughts, crying, oc Mikey(personality), and manga spoilers

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This….

This wasn't supposed to happen…

No…

NO!

Mikey's dark impulses aren't something that can be "easily" controlled. It's a monster. Mikey doesn't want to hurt anyone, but he does..

He sees everything

Kenchin's death.

Hurting his friends.

Hurting takimichy

When he swore to protect them.

I can't move. I can't move?! Why can't I move?! No… no…. He's in control.

"T-this can't be happening.. this can't be happening!" Mikey tried looking around but it was darkness, he found a mirror and ran to it. As he stopped in front of it, he saw it. Him crying but not knowing why…. wait…..

It's behind me.

Mikey turned around to see himself, not really himself since he knows it's him..

Dark impulses

Or

The fucking demon that lives in his body

Mikey ran and hit him but it didn't move, Mikey looked at it then it moved. It grabbed Mikey's throat and threw him. "It's in my control. Don't interfere, or I'll kill that precious friend of yours♡~" it smiled insanely, making him stumble and stare at it with shocked eyes. It was so uncommon to see Mikey scared, he didn't like showing weakness.. but he can't do anything.

He hoped that he would get control again, he closed his eyes, crying. Mikey could see what the monster had done, he cried and cried having to witness his best friend since childhood dead. Even hurting his friend who's heart was gold. He thinks he deserves this pain, Mikey rarely cries because he keeps it to himself, now Mikey wants comfort from his bestfriends, friends,gang and even family.

Well….

Some are dead.

Some cut connections

Rarely some stayed.

He keeps saying he deserves this pain because of all this shit he has done. He wanted to kill himself since the dark impulse is his body. He wants to kill himself to stop all the pain, and suffering his friends had to experience because of him. He looked around and it was formed into a room, someone came in smiling.

Oh.

His brother Shinichiro, who was his older brother, draken, Emma his sister and Baji.. he smiled then realized. It's them younger, he stared at them while they played together with a younger version of himself.

Smiling…..

He's smiling…

Mikey sighed, closing his eyes, crying because a genuine smile was on all of them. Not even a fake one, he was surprised and was grateful to see this memory. It went dark, now his in a hospital where his sister died…

Emma

Mikey hates the memory and looks back but it's still the same. No matter where he looked, it's the same scene, it's like the universe is punishing him. He wanted to leave, so he stood up and ran to the door of the hospital. Opening it made him shock and fell to his knees, an event that made him break into pieces.

The funeral.

No

No

No!!

Mikey went forward and looked at the door where he came from. He opened the sliding door and his eyes met with Takimichy's. He smiled and attempted to hug Takimichy but he was pulled by him. They were outside of the house where his sister's funeral was happening.

"Takimichy! Can you help me…?" Mikey placed a hand on his friend's shoulder who's back was facing him. As the friend turned around his eyes looked dull and disappointed.

It's your fault.

Mikey then woke up in a dark room, where he was when dark impulses took over. He looked beside him and it was a knife. Mikey looked at it in disgust throwing it away but It came back and made a scar on his cheek making It bleed.

Mikey didn't feel any pain…

What's going on…..

…….

Is it asking me to die?

Mikey looked at the mirror to see himself bruised up but no pain was shown or felt. He looked at the mirror and smashed it into pieces on the floor. Big, and little shards of the mirror shattered on the floor. Some made a bruise on his foot and brushed it off. He looked up in pain, grabbing his hair and pulling it out of frustration.

He looks at the shards on the group, big shards turned into good memories while small shards or pieces were bad memories. Small shards were almost everywhere, big shards rarely can be even seen. He sighed and sat down to an area where no shards or anything were near him.

I guess..

This is my new life.

Part 2 ig: link

Tags: @ambrodias @kenmkey

TABOO 2

ft. hanma, takeomi, baji

tags. taboo relationships (pseudo-incest, age gaps), cheating, pregnancy / breeding kink mentioned, daddy kink

notes. part 2 to the other one, minors dni, fic coming soon after <3 this is so short so I apologise 😭

BABYSITTER + DAD - HANMA

you’re younger than the usual nanny hired for his daughter, hanma has a sneaking suspicion his wife knows what he’s like. she knows he’d jump on a pretty young thing the minute she walks through the front door.

hanma places his glasses down, rubbing at his eyes as he looks out of his office window where you lay on the grass reading through a classic model. his daughter is rocking back and forth beside you in some new baby contraption his wife purchased a few weeks back. he can see the way your dress inches up, showing slithers of soft, plush skin he’d love to sink his teeth into.

“it’s part of the job you know,” hanma tells you, he leers down at you. you’re sat by his feet, drool running down your chin in thick strings as he forces your head down on his thick cock. there’s tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, and the minute amount of makeup you wear is smeared.

he wouldn’t mind putting a couple of kids in you. you’d look like that. a swollen stomach and heavy breasts.

STEP-DAD + STEP-DAUGHTER - TAKEOMI

your dad was shit. absent. didn’t turn up to a single ballet recital when you were a kid. but that’s okay, takeomi has a lot to make up for with his own siblings, why not try and make you feel special.

money is all he can give, until you’re spoiled rotten with no regard for anything but the newest bags or shoes— takeomi doesn’t really know. he just hands you his card and let’s you go wild. as long as you repay him in your own special way. it’s not like his wife, your mother, is especially pretty or satisfying in the bedroom.

“daddy,” you gasp, your face scrunches up cutely, trying to take his cock fully. your new nails dig into his shoulders, and when he’s snug inside, thighs touching his - you pluck the cigarette from between his lips and demand his full attention.

STEP-MOM + STEP-SON - BAJI

baji thinks his dad is a good-for-nothing loser. he’s never made a right decision in his life. except from you. somehow he bagged you and bajj can’t quite wrap his head around it. the time he spends at his father’s house increases, he finds himself helping you out in the kitchen, doing mundane chores and getting praised by you. “you’re so kind, keisuke.” you tell him on multiple occasions, not really though, he just thinks you’re too good for his dad.

he can’t imagine his dad being good in the bedroom either, likely leaving you high and dry, so baji takes matters into his own hands. his father is out like usual, throwing money away on gambling, maybe even hookers, and so baji stays at home with you.

you’re surprisingly easy to tempt, maybe it’s because you’ve been looking for a release for so long. he spends the night between your thighs, your fingers tangled in his long hair and his nose bumping against your clit as his tongue spears in and out of your tight hole.

“you’re a good boy, keisuke,” you tell him when he’s done and his father has stumbled in drunk and into the early hours of the morning. he doesn’t notice the smell of sex, or how fucked out you look.

Piercings

TW! mention of the word “dick” a little too much, dick pics and sugestive content lol

Tokyo revengers man with ✨Dick Piercings ✨

°Draken, Mikey, Hanma, Ran, Taiju, Terano, Baji.

—Draken °Prince Albert

The Prince Albert piercing is and looks painful, is actually my favorite one by looks.

I see Draken as somebody clean and cautious, he'll take good care of the piercing even after is healed.

He never cared about having a piercing in such place, but you mentioned it and he had to give it a try.

Draken does a whole investigation about it, and ends overthinking about the fact that the piercing can break condoms-

Only wears baggy bottoms, baggy jeans, pijama shorts, or nothing.

Doesn't care about the jewelry at all, might take you with him for you to chose it.

He neither shows it off, Mikey obviously knows about the piercing and he shows him but that's all.

Why the Prince Albert? Because it looks cool, you may think he'll back up 'cause of the pain percentage, but mf got a tattoo in his head at 5th grade, he ain't blinking.

After it healed... Draken will either take the stuff very slow or straight up masochist pounding, no in between.

Would get another? Maybe no, but he sees you so excited and horny about it that he might think about it twice.

—Mikey °Hafada

Mikey got it for fun.

Gives 0 fucks if it hurts, he's getting it.

Was very indecisive at the beginning, wanted to get more that 2.

Mikey usually forgets he has it and that it haven't healed so you'll have to help him with that.

Tried to clean it with alcohol- 💀

The type to go around the house naked cause "it's for the piercing to heal quicker"

His pain tolerance is so good that he didn't even realize the needle wasn't there anymore.

He chose the jewelry and it's a ball closure ring, a silver ball closure ring. Kinda cute.

Why the Hafada piercing? Mikey loves his balls being stimulated more than his actual length so yeah, he also thought you'll find it tough but is actually cute.

After it healed... Mikey is a mess, he's rough.. He gets very touchy touchy when the piercing no longer hurts cause of friction.

Would get another? No. He didn't liked the month and half waiting cause he couldn't stop touching it, neither that he couldn't get some touch from you.

—Hanma °Ampallang

Ampallang is a piercing that is positioned horizontally on the tip.

Got it after he overheard you and your friends talking.

Is a raw looking piercing, perfect for him.

Got Kisaki as his personal support.

"Is a stupid idea" "So you're saying I should do it?"

Hanma handles pain really good but will whine like a poor puppy if you ask him if it hurts.

Wears 0 underwear, sleeps man spreaded.

This piercing yells condom proof

Hanma might be dumb but he knows what things to do and the way he should treat his pierced dick.

He got it healed sooner than expected.

Man loves to show off, so probably everybody knows he has it.

He sends you pictures of the process, the bloody tip of his dick right there, no context.

He loves jewelry, so he got a shiny and high quality gold straight barbell sparkling on the tip of his length.

Why the ampallang piercing? Hanma enjoys pain, he's neither a simple person also, it worked really well as an excuse to not wear condoms anymore-

After it healed... The first thing he wanna get from you is a blowjob, he did it for you so you better be grateful 😚

Would get another? Hell yeah. Each time more painful than the other.

—Ran °Deep shaft reverse PA

He lost a bet.

But kinda ended up liking it.

Ran is very delicate, at least with his appearance so he definitely will do  the healing process perfectly.

Just like Draken, he didn't expect to ever have a piercing 'there' but things happens, right..?

The type to send you thirsty pictures asking you if you like it, with a hundred android emojis.

His pain tolerance is good but his dick is extremely sensitive, like you blow some air on it boom, hard.

Ran loves having an impeccable image, I see him like the type to have a lot of piercings changes just for when it heals.

And shows all of them to you like is a runway walk.

Tells Rindou and he gets a matching one.

Why the Deep shaft Reverse Prince Albert? He didn't knew what to choose, he only thought about something that would surely surprise you but only the thought of him having one was enough to surprise you.

After it healed... Ran takes things gradually, he doesn´t see the reason in hurrying up, hes gonna fuck you anyway. But he´s a teasing little shit-

Would he get another? Maybe yes, maybe not. If it´s a yes he might not get it on his dick.

—Taiju °King´s crown

Another man that have never been interested in having a piece of metal stabbing his dick.

Got it after a night of drinks, everybody was drunk, Koko got a tongue piercing and he wanted to "experiment".

The Dydoe is very discrete, if you ask me.

Taiju has no problems taking care of it, cleans it with warm water, changes the jewelry twice a month after the healing, this man is perfect.

He do has problems with the clothing, usually somebody with a dick piercing has to wear baggy clothes but this man only wears tailored suits-

Won't show off, Taiju is a "me and for my partner" kind of man.

Hissed a little bit out of pain, but not that much!

He doesn't have any preference when it comes to chose the jewelry, he got two silver horseshoe rings, the piercer picked them for him.

In that drunk-as-hell state he was he almost beat the complete fuck out of the piercer when he felt something pointy-

His dick is a king, the piercing fits perfectly.

Wears more than 1 condom.

Why the King's crown/Dydoe piercing? He was lights out when he got it but after the hangover he realizes he kinda likes how it looks.

After it healed... Taiju wants you to watch. He unbutton his pants infront of your heated up face, watching you drool at his feet as you eye the new decoration in complete silent. Dinner is ready.

Would get another? No, not even as a teenager he had this interest in piercings, he would just get more cautious for that to never happen again.

—Terano °Reverse Prince Albert

You got his dick a nickname and it's "Bull genitals"

He got it cause of the name.

He loves it too, it felt like a mosquito bite.. On his dick.

Man had no idea he could get a piercing "there".

No matter how careful he tries to be, the cleaning always ends with hurting himself accidentally.

The kind to press down the jewelry just to feel the slight pain surrounding the tip.

Minami wears a lot of baggy pants but he loves being naked even more.

Will let you pick the jewelry for him, he's in between a segment ring or a ball closure ring, both big to make it feel heavy.

Takes his pants off in front of you after cleaning it and tells you the process, for you to tell him if there´s something wrong.

Why the Reverse PA? He is big and he knows it, he wanted something that would match his tough personality.

After it healed... Roleplay. Come on, bull piercing equals bull costume. He's a fan of watching the thick mix between your spit and cum dripping down the gold ring directly into your mouth visuals guys, visuals

Would get another? Plain yes.

—Baji °Frenum 

Something small and simple.

Has problems with piercings, he thinks they look cool but he´´s kinda scare 'cause of his mom-

Has an intense crisis when he forgets to clean it one day

Has no idea why he got it, just knows he's about to regret it

ScReaMs when the shower head water hits the piercing.

Threatened the piercer with beating his ass if he didn't let him chose the jewelry.

His dick is sensitive, he's whining hard when the needle made its way in.

Kazutora told him to put hand sanitizer on it 💀

"Are you sure..?" "Yeah, that's how I clean mine"

Wants you to help him with it :c

Baji is a softy, change my mind.

Why the frenum piercing? He was just accompanying Kazutora, he got it out of curiosity.

After it healed... He gets excited when he spots a metal detector.

Would get another? No, that was a way too stressing situation.

✩ ˛˚ . INTERRUPTED ; — you find your alone time with multiple tokyo revengers characters being interrupted.

FEATURING: sano shinichiro, hanma shuji, haitani rindou, sano manjiro + sanzu haruchiyo.

warnings: f!reader, exhibitonism, bonten!timeline, shin owns his bike shop, phone calls / being walked in on, cock-warming, sort of possessive behaviour in sanzu’s, ch-oking. note: hewo :3 i am v happy w how these turned out i think so i hope u guys enjoy hehehe <3

✩ ˛˚ . SANO SHINICHIRO

shinichiro could never fucking say no to you, you just had to give him one of your pretty little looks from underneath your lashes and he was like fucking putty in your hands.

it’s like you knew exactly how to get to him, made just to tease and test his own self control and fuck—turns out he hasn’t got any at all, because now your usual little afternoon visit to see him at work has ended up with his hips pressing flush and tight against your own as he sinks his cock into the warm hug of your pussy.

it wasn’t normally something that bothered shinichiro, but when it’s only 2pm on a friday afternoon and he’s just heard the bell on the front door of his bike shop ring to alert him of another customer. he’s pretty sure they might find a problem with the fact he can’t deal with them because he’s balls deep in you in the back shop.

you feel the deep press of your boyfriends cock against the sweet spots inside of you when his next thrust stutters, followed by another languid withdrawal of his hips before he’s rolling them back into you at an even slower pace. but he swears he feels you squeeze even tighter when the sudden ring of the bell at the front desk rips you both from your blissful, hormone-drunken state.

“just a sec..” shinichiro calls as his fingers squeeze almost painfully at your hips and he’s pulling back to give you a lidded look from under the messy mop of black hair framing his flushed features. you shudder when you feel the cool metal of his chain leave your too hot skin but he still doesn’t pull himself away when your hands tighten in the fabric of his shirt. “f-fuck, angel, gotta let me go.. quit squeezin’ so tight.

“but shin, ‘m so close.” you babble through your pouty lips and even the fucking sound only seems to lure him closer as he offers you another stuttered thrust and he grits his teeth. another ring of the bell accompanied by another sinful squeeze of your walls around him and shit— he wished he’d just closed up for the day. god he is fucking whipped.

“mmm—fine, angel. shit— jus’ gotta make it quick, alright? make it up to ya later.”

✩ ˛˚ . HANMA SHUJI

your trip to hanma’s office had started somewhat innocent, it was always down to him when you ended up spread out on his desk atleast — not that you can be blamed when he’s so infuriatingly handsome, amber lidded gaze never once leaving yours as soon as you enter.

it’s the same look that he’s giving you now as you sit spread out for him across the paper work that he couldn’t give two shits about right now. he’s still dressed apart from his unbuttoned slacks — just enough to free the heavy strain of his cock but still a stark contrast to the way he’s stripped you of everything — offered you up to himself like a luxury meal he’s about to devour, and you almost shudder with how exposed you feel before you melt at his touch again.

“you miss my cock that much, babydoll?” hanma goads, smirks as one of his large palms, sin squeezes at the flesh of your thigh so he can push you wider. you can barely offer him words with the way your desire weighs heavy on your lungs, a weak little nod that only makes his grin twitch even wider as he wraps your thighs around his hips.

“such a helpless little thing, can’t cum without me doing all the work.” it was almost uncharacteristic for him to give into you so easily, he liked you begging — crying for him to finally fuck you but any suspicions soon melt when the fat head of his cock finds the entrance to your flexing pussy.

you gasp and hanma growls as he sinks carefully up inside you, punishment taking its usual place around your throat as he squeezes lightly at the sides — he always said it was your prettiest fuckin’ necklace afterall. his other hand on your hip pulls your hips closer to his as your back arches and his cock feels like it sinks into you forever. he was long and thick, curved upwards and warm and it glides so sweetly past the spots inside of you that make your whole body twitch against the wood, your pussy tightening harder around him the deeper he goes.

but just as you find yourself floating into a blissful state, almost consumed completely by him — you jolt when there’s a sudden, sharp knock on his office door and his fingers around your throat squeeze a little tighter before he chuckles.

your wide-eyed as you look at hanma but he doesn’t stop, he looks amused and there’s something dark, wild in the same familiar amber that looks over you when the next knock is accompanied by him forcing your walls to spread open wider for him. “s-shuji.” you try, a small plea for him to tell him he’s busy — to do something, anything.

but then you only feel him press into you deeper, looking at you from over the frames of his glasses before he’s urging your head to tilt back — palm pressing tight against the middle of your throat as he drags you along his cock with the other.

“came here to cum didn’t you? better tell ‘em.. or. else.”

✩ ˛˚ . HAITANI RINDOU

rindou is fucking late, he knows as he gives the watch underneath the expensive fabric of his suit a lazy, lidded look from underneath his lashes. it’s not that he was stuck in traffic or anything, hes at the venue for the executive meeting atleast — hes just far too fucking obsessed with the way you’re bouncing on his cock as he sits in the front seat of his fucking car to actually leave.

ran’s definitely going to kick his ass, he thinks before it’s replaced by the next particularly sharp connection of your hips — warm hug of your pussy reducing him to low grunts and growls as every thought in his head is consumed by only you instead.

“fuck sake, i gotta go princess. but shit, got the sweetest lil fuckin’ pussy.” rindou hisses through gritted teeth as he lets his head fall back against the headrest — his violet gaze heavy underneath his mused bangs as it focuses on the way your pretty tits jiggle everytime you sink back down onto his heavy cock. he’s gotta go, but why can’t he bring himself to fucking move.

“so close rin!” you whimper through pouty lips, your mind cloudy with how well hes fucking you and it does wonders at drowning out the way his phone is vibrating in the passenger seat — his hands preoccupied with dragging you along the length of him instead.

“yeah? lemme see how fuckin’ pretty you look when you cum ‘round my cock, gorgeous.” the ragged tone of rindou’s words feels like it drips through you as the muscles in his well trained body shake beneath you. his pace is unrelenting as he begins to meet each of your thrusts with heavier ones of his own, fingers squeezing tight into your hips so he can push his cock even deeper into you with every wet connection.

“you been thinkin’ ‘bout my cock, princess? already made me fuckin’ late, gotta make it up to me.” rindou groans and your walls reward the thick spread of his cock with another needy twitch. your pussy squelches, wet and messy as the sounds echo around the walls of the car and fuck— he wants to ruin you. but his next harsh thrust stutters when there’s a sudden knock against the drivers seat window that makes his head twist quickly, because despite the dark tint and the condensation from you both — he knows who it fucking is.

“oh little brother? hm, don’t make me drag you in here.”

✩ ˛˚ . SANO MANJIRO

you think it’s warm, comfortable when you’re curled up in mikey’s lap — a place that had become one of your favourite despite how many people feared him. but he was different with you, softer as his slender fingers trace up the length of your spine — making you shudder as his cock rests inside the intoxicating hug of your walls.

it was a nice sort of routine, like a little ritual than always seemed to keep him grounded and it was some of his favourite moments with you — sacred moments with you. you pull back to give him a pretty, drowsy sort of look and you almost melt completely when it earns you a relaxed sort of expression in return followed by a small smile. “manjiro.” you begin and he swears the use of his full name from between your lips makes him shudder as something warm licks at the base of his spine.

“hm?” it’s low the hum that mikey offers you but you only sigh contently before you’re urging yourself closer, letting yourself bask in his hold as his arm around you proceeds to tighten as his lips rest against your temple. “it feels good, you’re warm.” he drawls and the whispered affirmation makes your insides ache before the next squeeze of your walls is pulling a shuddered breath from the man beneath you.

but just as you get comfortable in the blissful atmosphere in the room, it’s interrupted suddenly by the harsh wrap of knuckles against his office door before a particularly scared looking gang member scurries in after. he opens his mouth to speak but the cold look your boyfriend gives him seems to make the words die in his throat before he cuts him off completely.

“i’m busy.” mikey’s tone is blunt, ragged and a stark contrast to the softer one that he seems to reserve only for you as his fingers continue their ministrations along your skin. but you find yourself tensing when his words aren’t followed by the sudden unwanted company leaving, something that your boyfriend picks up on when instead they proceed to try again as they stutter out something unintelligible.

“didn’t you hear me?” there’s authority in the sharpness of his tone this time and it leaves no room for argument — only an apology as the gang member bows before leaving, probably mentally preparing himself for the visit he’ll be receiving from sanzu later no doubt. but you find yourself relaxing into manjiro’s embrace again as soon as you’re both alone again, hearing him sigh before it’s followed by a sudden, deep kiss of his cock as he shifts beneath you.

“so annoying. i’m comfy.”

✩ ˛˚ . SANZU HARUCHIYO

“haru..” you gasp from where sanzu has you hips pressed tight against his desk — swiping his fingers softly through your folds as he drags the pad beneath the hood of your clit, rolling the sensitive bud until he can see the way your thighs twitch. it was insane, the way he’s toying with you — playing with your pretty cunt like you’ve got him fucking hypnotised.

“i know, angel. just real pretty.” he hums before he’s deliberately pressing down onto your puffy clit harder, eagerly, until you’re wet enough for him to push two fingers inside. he rewards you with a sweet little kiss against the puffy bud when he’s not met with much resistance, grinning at the even sweeter little whine it pulls from your pouty lips.

“such pretty sounds, perfect fucking pussy.” sanzu’s fingers are long, long and thick enough for you to hiss at the stretch but you feel something blissful flutter in your tummy with the soft affirmation from his scarred lips. it was intoxicating to see a man so dangerous turn to fucking putty when he was between your legs and gazing up at you from under long lashes.

his warm breath rolls over your slick folds as he pants, his crystalline eyes transfixed and shining on where his digits sink into you, until his head lowers and his tongue is curling against your clit before he’s dragging it back up — complimenting every twist of his wrist with kitten licks like you’re the sweetest thing hes ever fucking tasted. it was rare for you both to get some alone time, he was a busy man afterall being bonten’s number two and you forget just how fucking good he makes you feel — making your toes curl from where they rest over his shoulders so easily.

but just as you let yourself melt back onto the heavy wood behind you, fingers smoothing through the bubblegum roots of sanzu’s hair before you pull — you’re jolted from your blissful state by the sharp ring of his phone in his pants. you hear him click his tongue before he’s spitting out a curse, but he continues to sink his fingers into you as he struggles with the device, swiping at the screen as he swirls tantalising circles into your clit with his thumb.

“what the fuck is it?” he spits and fuck— you swear the sudden boom of his voice makes you even wetter as your walls squeeze tight around his fingers, making his scarred lips twitch into a wild grin as he hums. you can tell he’s barely listening to the caller, not important enough for his attention so you know it’s not mikey, but his attention remains on you despite the way he addresses them. “fuckin’ do something about it then, im busy.”

you’re so fucking wound up, moans muffled behind your lips despite the way sanzu’s so desperately trying to drag them out of you before he’s resting the phone face up on the desk beside you. you’d assume he was done, but you can still hear the faint voice on the other end and the hooded look he gives you is dark before he’s suddenly burying his face into you, drinking up everything you offer to him despite the way his sharp gaze cuts up into you as he grumbles out a warning.

“keep that pretty mouth quiet, angel. those sounds are for my ears only, wouldnt want to have to kill that sorry bastard for hearing what’s mine.”

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˖+ him and i

˖+ warnings! spoilers, mentions of drugs, guns, murder, smut, breeding+overstim (requested!) not proof read.

"I'm telling you the truth, y/n, he takes drugs and is the number 2 of Bonten!"

You rolled your eyes at the man. Can't he just shut the hell up and continue fixing the bike that's right in front of him? "You don't know anything about him, Inui, please shut up," you said through gritted teeth, eyes not leaving the magazine you're reading. The man sighed. You were still the same stubborn woman he met a few years ago.

Inui's ear perked up as he heard you getting up from the couch. "It was nice meeting you, inui, have a great day," you said dryly, exiting the bike shop. The man sighed once more.

What did he do to make you his?

Inui's words continued to cloud your train of thoughts as you shut the car door. "Is there anywhere else you wish to go, miss?" ask their kindhearted driver. You only shook your head as an answer with a small smile on your face. "If it's okay with you, we'll be stopping at the gas station for a while," he said, eyeing you from the rearview mirror. "Yeah sure, do take your time, please," you assured him.

You laid your head against the door, sighing. Was it true, what inui had said? Was your boyfriend a drug junkie and he's working in a gang? Not to mention the gang's a dangerous one. That can't be, right? You haven't notice anything out of place for as long as you started moving in his penthouse. The place didn't reek of any marijuana except for the scented candles of course. Or perhaps he used those scented candles to cover up the odor-

You shook your head, letting go of the negative thoughts of your boyfriend. You don't want to underastimate him like that. He's a good man.

A sudden knock on the window made you jolt up in surprise. You lowered down the window. "Are you okay, miss? You look a bit pale, want me to fetch you some water?" your driver asked. You only shook your head a no.

"Haru? I'm home," you called out, entering your shared penthouse. Silence. Placing your bag somewhere on the couch, you poked your head into the kitchen. No one. Hm, where could he be? you thought. It's the weekend after all, surely he's around here somewhere.

You felt a pair of arms slowly making their way around your hips. With a sudden tug, your back hit the person's chest as you felt them lift you up from the floor. "Haru! Put me down!" you gasped as he spun you around, peppering your neck with kisses.

Sanzu plopped onto the couch, making you straddle his lap. The man continued to kiss every part of your face. This made you giggled like a teenage girl who just had her very first love. And it was. "You okay, love? Y'know if you keep making that face, you'll grow wrinkles soon," he laughed, making your heart race. Shaking your head as an answer, you snuggled into his chest, closing your eyes as you enjoyed his warmth. Sanzu's arms slipped around your waist, pulling you closer towards him. His fingers traced small circles onto your lower back whilst humming some random tune.

You left small kisses onto his neck, grazing your teeth against his skin in a playful way. A chuckle came from him as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you slightly away from him to admire your pretty face. Your eyes stared deep into his blue ones. Inui's words came flooding into your mind once more. Should you ask him? He seems to be in a good mood.

"Haru, can I ask you something?" you asked, lowering your head to avoid his gaze. "Shoot," he replied casually. You bit your lip, contemplating wether or not it's a good idea to ask him.

"Do you, perhaps take drugs?"

Silence.

You looked up at him, waiting for an answer. Sanzu let out a laugh. "Why would I? Who told you that, sweetheart?" he asked while caressing your cheek. "I-inui told me," your breath hitched as his fingers went down from your cheek to your slightly exposed collarbone. "Inui," he repeated slowly while tracing your skin. His hands found they're way to your plump breasts, slowly rubbing the hardened buds against your clothes. "Haru, s-stop," you said, pushing his hands away from them. Sanzu frowned a little. You've been together for a few years now yet you're still uncomfortable when he does those little things. But were those actions seem little to you? No, they're not. You became flustered and nervous whenever he does that. Heck, you didn't even know what will happen next if you let him continue.

Sanzu lift you off of him, walking away from the living room. "Eh? Where are you going?" you asked, eyeing him as he walked towards the door. "Out, I'll be back by night time, okay love?" he smiled. "It's weekend, haru," you pouted. The man walked over to you, ruffling your hair. "It'll be quick, I promise." And with that, he exited the penthouse, leaving you alone on the couch.

The sound of a gun clicked right beside his ear. Inui slowly looked up, facing the man right in front of him. "Why did you tell her that I took drugs?" the pink mullet head said sternly. Inui glared at him. He can't budge a single a move due to the ropes that tied him to a chair. Kakucho who was pointing a gun at his head nudged him as a sign to answer sanzu's question. Inui bit his bloodied lip. "It's for her own good. You're nothing but a monster," he spatted. His answer made sanzu laughed. Him? A monster? Nah.

Sanzu grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling him close rather harshly, making inui wince in pain. "At least she's happy with me! What can you give her? Money? Hah! You only work in a workshop for Christ sake!" the man yelled as he let go of inui's hair. Inui's heart shattered at his words. It was true, what he said. Repairing and handling bikes was his thing. His salary wasn't that much but he can still assure you a house and other importancies. Inui hung his head low, too embarrassed to face the man in front. Sanzu contemplated on wether or not to give this man another chance to experience another day but why would he do that? "Kaku," he said, offering an open hand for the said man to lend him the gun.

Blood came flowing down onto the floor. "What a nuisance," he sighed, stuffing the gun into his back pocket.

"Haru? Are you in here-"

The men turned to see you standing in the doorway. "Y/n, what are you doing here, love?" Sanzu asked, facing you fully to hide the lifeless inui from your view. "It's late and I was worried," you walked up closer towards him. Your hands flew up to your mouth with a gasp. "Is that- is that inui?" you asked, shocked. "It's okay love, let's leave, shall we?" He placed his hand onto your lower back, urging you to exit the place with you. You turned you head back to see if the blood did belonged to your old friend. And it was.

"Haru, please stop avoiding my question," you pouted, doing pleading hand signs to your lover. "For the last time, that wasn't inui," he sighed, leaning his head back against the couch. "But that was definitely his infamous todoroki scar-" "What's so special about him, huh? You rather live with his poor ass other than me?" sanzu eyed you sternly. You were lost of words, not knowing what to reply. You loved sanzu not because of the money but for his dangerous, full of surprises self. And inui- you loved him as your childhood friend who has been always beside you though you never seemed to realize his feelings towards you.

"That wasn't very nice," you huffed, crossing your arms around your chest. Sanzu cocked an eyebrow at this with a smirk dancing on his lip. "Y'know what's nice? To have you under me, squirming and begging for me to fill you up with our upcoming babies," he whispered in his teasing low voice. His words made heat rushed up towards your cheeks, tinting them with hues of red. His hands rode up and down to your sides as he brought his face close to your exposed shoulder blades, kissing and biting them which resulted to leaving blue purple marks. "H-haru that hurts," you stammered. His hands then went inside your shirt to undo your bra. He pulled your shirt off, exposing your plump breasts into view. You turned head away, not wanting to see his expression right now. You gasped in surprise as sanzu's lips latched onto your right boob while his left hand massaged the other. Your hands flew up to grip his hair, bringing his face close and closer to your hot skin.

He sucked and tugged on your hardened bud earning a moan from you. Sanzu smirked at your reaction. He then proceeded to lay you down on top of the coffee table (those big coffee tables) as he admired your already sweaty body. His eyes travelled down to a damp spot that had stained your panties. Without a word, he tugged the only piece of clothing left down. The cool wind hit your slicked cunt, making you hiss in sensitivity. Now you were completely naked in front of him. Sanzu's thoughts were running everywhere which all leads to the tip of his growing bulge against his pants. You sat up on your knees, slowly crawling towards his figure at the end of the table as your cunt hit the cold table, making you shiver. Your hands went up to unbuckle his pants, wanting to let go his already hardened dick. Your eyes widened at the precum around the tip. He was long and thick too. You started to give him small and slow kitten licks all over the d. Sanzu groaned, grabbing a fistful of your hair. You shut your eyes at the thought of him deep throating you but he didn't. He didn't want his cock in your pretty little mouth. He wanted to be inside you but he'll let you have your fun first then he'll get his.

After a few groans here and there, sanzu decided to end your playtime. He pushed you back onto the coffee table, making his way in between your thighs. He looked over to your face. You looked so pretty, huffing and panting under him. Your flustered cheeks getting redder as small beads of sweats slowly ran down your forehead due to the close contact you both have. He then looked down to your cunt. It was wet, looks like you're ready, just for him. "Haru, want your cock inside me, p-please," you stammered, covering redden face behind your arm. Sanzu proudly smirked. Finally he has gotten you to beg for him. He held away your arm, pinning both of them on top your head. "Anything for my princess," he whispered into your ear as he entered the tip into your wet opening. You shut your eyes tightly whislt hiss in pain. His cock stretched you out perfectly fitting his in you. Sanzu waited for a few seconds to let you adjust to his length and size. You opened your eyes slowly but soon shut them back as soon as he started to thrust into you. They were fast and rough, not letting you take a breath at all. Your small squeaks and moans filled the room whenever he hits that one specific spot. "Haru! There, right there!" you squeaked. The man on top groaned as your juice spurted around him, staining the coffee table. "My, what a mess," he mocked. You turned your head to the side in embarrassment.

You wanted to get up but was held back by his hands that was still clamped around your wrists. "I'm not done yet, princess. You're gonna have to suck me dry. Make sure all my seed stays in you," he said, grinning from ear to ear. You gulped. This man- "Ah! W-wait, haru-!" you screamed as he rammed into you once more. His thrusts this time were merciless. It was as if he blocked out all of your cries from his hearing. The sound of your skin clapping against his and your pleas fell onto deaf ears. His eyes focused on how you clenched around him as another wave of your juice came spilling out once more. His eyes went up to your bouncing breasts to your fucked out face. You were a total mess. Sanzu groaned as he lowered his face. He was close. "Haru, more please!" you cried as your eyes rolled back to the back of your head due to the amount of pleasure he's giving you. The man grunted as he felt himself coming into you, painting your walls white. Sanzu plopped onto you, his head on your soft breasts as he didn't even bothered to take his dick out of you.

"Can't wait to have little me running around the house soon," he laughed as you hit him playfully in the head.

a/n: bye i was so embarrassed when writing the explicit scene 🏃🏻‍♀️

here's to @baji-san <;33

haitani ran x fem!reader

warnings: gun play, exhibitionism, degradation/humiliation, facefucking, thigh riding, jealous/mean dom!ran, slight manhandling, rough sex, petnames (pretty, princess), unedited written on my phone at 3 am last night

thinking about pissing ran off during a bonten meeting—he always brings you along and usually it goes on without a hitch. You sit pretty in his lap, leaning back against his chest—sometimes warming his cock, sometimes just scrolling on your phone—but this time something went wrong. you fucked up, and you weren’t sure how, but you knew you did from the grip ran had on your waist, so tight it almost hurt.

maybe you had smiled too prettily when sanzu haruchiyo said hi to you, or maybe you giggled too much at one of rindou’s snide comments, but whatever it was, it set ran off and it had you on edge, because it took a lot to set off haitani ran and once he was set off, there was no going back.

you sat anxious the whole meeting, his fingers burying bruises into the skin of your hips as takeomi rattled on about weapon shipments; his voice icy and sharp when kokonoi began questioning him about income loss in roppongi.

and you could only sit there, lips pressed together in a thin line, fingers curling in your lap.

and when the meeting ended, and you tried to move to leave, he only clicked his tongue, “and where do you think you’re going, doll?” he said and you hesitated, not saying anything as you shifted back into his lap.

rindou was the last to leave the room. his eyes met yours briefly, shooting you a knowing look that you did not appreciate before he walked through the door and left you and ran alone.

“ran,” your voice wavered and just as you were about to continue, ran was standing up, shoving you to your feet and then to your knees.

you looked up at him, eyes wide; he stared down at you, lavender eyes cold. you watched as he shifted his dress shirt out of the way, and you watched as he pulled his handgun out of the holster on his side.

your mouth went dry.

“ran-“

“shut the fuck up,” your mouth closed immediately, you winced as ran grabbed the back of your head harshly, tilting it up, “think you can whore yourself out to all my colleagues, do you?”

“no, i-“

“i said shut your fucking mouth,” he spit out and your breath caught, “or better yet, keep it wide fuckin’ open for me, yeah?”

your lips parted to ask what he was talking about and your eyes widened as his grip tightened in your hair and he brought his gun toward your face, pointedly flicking off the safety before shoving the barrel through your parted lips.

you choked at the intrusion, gagged at the taste of metal on your tongue, eyes tearing up as you looked up at your boyfriend—blurry gaze barely able to make out his face above you.

“go on,” he said, “suck it like it’s my cock and i’ll consider not pulling the trigger.”

your mind went blank.

pulling the trigger?

“you dumb or somethin’?” ran demanded, “need some help getting started, fine.”

he tugged painfully at your hair and you gasped in pain around the gun, craning your head back at an awkward angle to shove his gun further down your throat, pulling it out only to drive it back in right away.

tears streamed down your face, your throat burned and ached, you could barely fucking breathe. the gun clanged against your teeth, echoing through your skull. you sobbed around the barrel of the gun, chest heaving as your boyfriend fucked your throat with his gun.

“look at you,” he cooed, and the cold look in his eyes disappeared, melting into one of sick glee as he watched you struggle to take his gun down your throat, “my pretty lil whore, aren’t you?”

you choked, struggling to nod around the gun, desperately trying to breathe through your nose. ran only laughed at you, letting go of your hair and pulling the gun from your lips, letting you drop limp to the floor, heaving and gasping for breath.

you barely had time to fill your lungs back up with air before ran’s big hand curled around your bicep, yanking you into your feet and into his lap as he sat back down in his chair, positioning you so that you were straddling one of his thighs.

he pressed his gun to your ribcage.

you watched him with blurry eyes, sure that your makeup was smeared and you looked a mess but ran only smiled thinly at you, bringing one hand up to cup your cheek gently, running his thumb over your lips. the touch was so soft it nearly made you forget about the loaded gun pressed deep into your side.

“go on, pretty, get yourself off on my thigh n maybe i’ll let you ride my cock after,” he said and you whimpered, swallowing thickly. ran bounced his knee in irritation and you gasped as he ground his leg lightly against your clit.

your hands flew to your boyfriend’s shoulders, nails digging through the silk of his dress shirt into his skin as you rolled your hips against his thigh, a long whine escaping your lips at the much needed pressure against your cunt.

oh god, why were you so wet already?

“god, look at you, fuckin drenched just from me fucking your face with my gun, yeah? already makin a mess all over my pants. you’re fucked up, princess, who gets turned on by gettin’ face fucked by a loaded gun?” ran laughed, but his voice was breathless and his eyes were lidded and dark as he leaned back in his chair, watching you rock your hips against his thigh, eyes fluttering shut as you picked up the pace, losing yourself to the steadily building pleasure.

and maybe you should’ve been embarrassed, you distantly realized that as your juices stained ran’s expensive dress pants, as you fucked yourself on his thigh like a bitch in heat, moaning and gasping his name, eyes half rolled back.

“they can all see us, y’know?” his words went in one ear out the other, his gun traced up your body to the bottom of your chin, shifting to turn your face to the side. your glassy eyes focused on a camera in the corner of the room, “no doubt sanzu and rindou are in there watching. maybe some of the others”

“oh god, oh god, oh god, ran ‘m so close, ‘m s’close,” your voice was half a slur as you cried out the words, nails clawing at him through his shirt.

ran didn’t say anything, instead watching raptly, bouncing his leg in time with the rocks of your hips, one hand coming to grab your waist and steady you as your vision went white, hips stuttering against his thigh as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, staining his dark pants with your cum.

you shook on top of him, soft whimpers escaping your lips as you slumped forward, vision spotty and body on fire. but ran didn’t give you any time to recover, he was standing in an instant, twisting your body around to bend you over the conference table, flipping your skirt up and unbuttoning his slacks in two swift motions.

you gasped at the sudden movement, moving to brace your palms against the table but ran was faster, again, one hand shooting out to capture your wrists with one hand, pinning them to the small of your back so you couldn’t move while his other brought his gun to the back of your head, hyper aware of the cool tip of the barrel pressed to your skull.

“ran, ran, ran,” you cried as the fat tip of his cock nudged against the entrance of your cunt, body spasming as it slipped against the slick, grinding against your clit, “i ca-“

“say ‘i can’t’ and i’ll pull the trigger and find a better whore,” ran’s voice was sharp and cruel and you sobbed at his words even though you knew damn well he would never, but in your pleasure hazed mind you couldn’t quite remember that.

he didn’t wait for a response as he pushed his cock into you without warning. your eyes rolled back and a string of helpless babbles slipped past your lips as his big cock stretched your sensitive cunt, tip buried deep inside of you. your hands strained against his wrists, his grip tightened, he pressed the gun harder against your skull.

“oh god,” you let out another broken moan, torn between pushing your hips back and fucking yourself on his cock and trying to move away, body overstimulated from your last orgasm, “ohgodohgodohgod-“

ran drew his hips back and snapped them back into you without warning and you couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t breathe—he was too big, too long, too thick and he wasn’t giving you time to adjust.

a shameless moan left his lips and fire spread through your body again, pooling in your gut as he fucked himself deep into your cunt because there was no prettier sound in this world than haitani ran’s moans, that you were sure of.

“takin’ me so good, pretty,” he groaned, “‘lways take me so fuckin’ good.”

you could feel every inch of his cock dragging against your walls and the pleasure was building too fast, your legs were tensing and shaking and your body was trembling and the moans spilling past your lips were so loud that you were sure the whole building could hear you.

“c-cu-“ you tried to warn ran that you were about to cum but you couldn’t even get the word out before your second orgasm hit you and you were sure, you were sure that you had blacked out for a second—jaw going slack as ran fucked you through your orgasm, cock bruising your cunt as he drove himself into you deeper and deeper and deeper.

he let out another obscene moan when he felt your cunt tighten around his cock, “holy fuck,” he gasped and you whimpered when you felt his hips stutter against yours, spilling is cum deep, deep inside of you.

he let go of your wrists and your arms fell limp at your side, you laid on the conference table, gasping for breath and shaking as he pushed off of your, tucking himself back into his pants and flicking the safety back on his gun, putting it back in its holster.

he flipped your skirt back down and his big hands wrapped around your waist, lifting you onto your feet. unsteady, you stumbled into his chest but he only chuckled, leaning down to press his lips to your forehead.

“c’mon,” he said, a look in his eyes that you didn’t quite appreciate as he led you to the door, “gunna parade you around base with my cum dripping out of you so everyone knows just who you belong to.”

your last dime // k. nahoya

notes. i don’t have a daddy kink but some characters…… oh and this ended up being a little soft. iffy about the smut but what else is new

wc. 6.7k

cw. fem! sushi chef! reader. one sided rivalry, one-sided pining, light bickering, rough sex, finger sucking, semi-public sex, daddy kink, degradation, condescending praise. descriptions of food. bitch used as degradation

summary. you hate nahoya with a passion and he has no idea why. you both were agreeable when you first met, but then you started ignoring him, which is a shame because he thinks you’re pretty

tagging. @touyasghosty thank you for hosting such a sexy collab! ‘m smooching your brain <3 @kazuwhora @ryuugot @bxnten thank you for beta reading <333 @messxworld @tokyoredlightdistrict & @shibuyawardnetwork

Nahoya doesn’t know what stick is up your ass, but you can be annoying as fuck and bitchy. He hasn’t even known you long enough to receive this loathing you have over him.

You moved into the old leasing space next to their shop two weeks ago. Him and Souya brought a welcome basket and introduced themselves. The both of you had an okay meeting, a handshake and pleasantries were exchanged, and nothing grating could have happened to rub you the wrong way, but somehow something did, and Nahoya has no idea what that is.

Every time your eyes land on his pink curls, they twitch. A glance at his curved lids, and your jaw locks. His smile causes a set of brows to knit together and crease. His heavier footsteps compared to Souya’s careful gait makes your shoulders tense. You hear him laugh and your eyes narrow into slits. You look at him like he’s a pile of dirty dishes and he fucking hates it.

But you only treat him this way.

Not Souya. No, never Souya. He gets none of your fury. He gets treated like an angel instead. Charming smile, cute teeth, twinkling eyes, and an even sweeter tone of voice that slides out of your throat like honey when you greet him.

While Nahoya gets your cold, aloof back, left out of the conversation like a third wheel, standing stupidly behind Souya as the both of you have delightful chatter and he stares longingly at you.

Nahoya didn’t hate you at first. He thought you were cute even. Heavy lashes that fluttered gently, soft, pink lips that rose to a lovely smile, bright eyes that looked at him so clearly he got lost in them for a second before the dulcet chime of his name snapped him out of his reverie and made his heart skip a beat.

You looked like Aphrodite incarnate. But you turned into Medusa in a matter of time and cast your hate on him as if he were Poseidon, and Nahoya truly has no idea why.

As he gazes at your glowing form, eyes that were once kind to him directed at his brother now, a giggle bubbling in your chest that makes your body tremor, his finger on the front counter taps into the wood faster, more harshly.

Nahoya decides that he won’t get held up by you anymore. If that’s how you wanna play, then fine. He’ll join your little game.

You’re dead to him too.

—

Well that was the plan at least.

It’s ironic, funny, and a little annoying all in one how the universe decides to spite him. The both of you are in a room stock full of ingredients. He came here to take storage, and you were asked by Souya to get him some more onions.

It would be laughable. If only the door didn’t slam shut with just a slight breeze of the wind. If only the click of the lock didn’t echo in the empty space and alarm you both. The old wood is too weak to hold itself open, and the knob doesn’t turn as it should. That was something Souya has been nagging him to look into, and he’s paying for his negligence here.

How fucking hilarious.

Nahoya can’t help the little snicker that leaves his mouth, and you whip your head to him, zooming in on that insufferable grin. “Don’t fuckin’ chuckle. This is your fault. Souya said the storage room door needed to be fixed, but you’ve been sitting on your ass. Not doing a damn thing.”

It’s always ‘Souya this, Souya that.’ Nahoya really can’t stop the chuckles that break from his chest.

“Take some fucking responsibility for your actions!”

Shaking his head and wiping some tears from the corner of his eyes, Nahoya calmly tells you, “Relax. Screaming won’t do any good if we’re still stuck in here, doll.”

Your teeth grind at the pet name, and you don’t listen, you just want more time to lash out.

You turn, walking up to him, steps heavy the closer you get until you’re finally in his face. A sharp, pointed finger pokes at his chest with each word that leaves your mouth.

“And I said, that this was your fault. We wouldn’t be in here, or trapped for that matter, if you actually fixed the damn door.” The glare you throw at him is vicious, eyebrows knit together, lids narrowed and sharp as a cat’s.

There’s a fire burning in your eyes that makes dark, dark pupils glow. Nahoya can see himself in them again just like at your first encounter, and it’s been so long since he was able to glance into your eyes head-on like this—it’s been so long since he’s had your undivided attention—that his stomach churns and his heart quickens.

He’s always found you, even more so your eyes, pretty. They’re genuine, clear, attentive to whoever's caught their fancy.

Then you raise your head higher, and they catch onto the light. It makes your irises shine and glaze over in a way that reminds Nahoya of freshly painted pottery pieces fresh out of a kiln.

“What?” You tilt your head to the side in confusion, brows lowering in that endearing way people do when they are utterly clueless, and your eyes soften, glaze over a touch more.

The gesture is so cute that Nahoya’s stomach bubbles over with arousal, and his pants are starting to feel a little tight.

He opens his mouth to talk, but you sigh and cross your arms over your chest. “Well?” and his mouth doesn’t move again because your forearms are pushing your soft tits up.

Instead he gulps the pool of saliva in his mouth like a lesser man, and his eyes trail up from your chest until it lands on your soft, glossy lips that are in a pout already.

Shit, he wants to kiss you.

Your eyes scrunch more when you realize he isn’t looking at you anymore. No, his eyes are too low, and there’s a hazy sheen to them that makes goosebumps trickle along your skin.

What is he looking at? Do you have something on your face? Your mouth? Your cheeks?

In the next few seconds, his eyes dart up to yours and a shiver wracks your spine. Their intensity makes you feel small. So, so small and meek. As if you aren’t around the same height anymore, like he’s towering over you—as if you’re being hunted.

He looks like he wants something.

Why does it feel like he’s on the verge of taking it whether you like it or not, that you have to coil your muscles and put your guard up?

His hand slowly moves. It brushes your cheek, and you’re so surprised by the motion that you flinch back, but his hand stops right there.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want to.” It stays frozen, his voice a low, calm rumble.

You consider the current state of things. Nahoya’s shift in demeanor, the growing tension between you two that’s starting to make your stomach tingle, and the thick air hanging heavy in the room. It spreads to every nook and cranny, and invades your mind.

Nahoya inches closer before he’s back to brushing against your cheek, finally cupping it. You move in, transfixed by the gentle hold of his hand. It’s so faint, so warm that your heart races and your breathing slows with the serene touch. When you inhale, a whiff of crisp cologne invades your senses, and it’s addicting how nice it smells. You feel a little hazy as Nahoya traces his thumb over your lips, the gloss smudges a little around the plump edges.

Then he moves that same hand to the back of your head and pulls you in, slowly still.

Your lips touch softly, and a buzz starts at your mouth and travels throughout your body, raking down your fingers and toes, traveling through bones and tissue.

The thing about kissing Nahoya is that he’s not gentle at all, despite the soft way he reeled you in. He bumps his mouth against yours, sucks your tongue, bites your lips, and traces his tongue around for pleasure. Completely rough and wanton, and he fights for dominance. His tongue is merciless as he tastes all of you, like he can’t get enough. The pink muscle licks and prods over the same areas over and over again, his hand tilts your head slightly to get more access, to get down your throat.

Now there’s a fog entering your mind, making it fuzzy, and you completely forget your argument earlier as your legs grow weak.

It gets thrown out the window when his other hand traces down your back and squeezes at your ass. A tiny moan squeaks out of your mouth and your hands grip onto his work uniform. The hand behind your head moves lower when he feels your kiss get rougher. Jackpot.

They’re both playing with the supple flesh of your ass as you keen into his mouth. It feels so good, it’s starting to be the only thing you care about right now.

More. You want more, and Nahoya gives you exactly that as his knee presses between your legs.

They wobble when his hands move to your hips to slide them against his thigh, and the friction is so heavenly, your clit rubs against your panties from under your skirt, the gush of your slick so loud and sloppy that Nahoya groans and you buck your hips, cumming within the next few seconds.

The hands on his shirt claw into the rustling fabric, and he feels you shake, feels your pussy flutter even through the thin barrier of your panties as his pants get soaked in your juices.

“Fuck, doll.” His pant leg is soaked to the calf. He lets your mouth go to see you lean back and pant heavy breaths of air leaving your swollen, red lips.

You look really good right now, eyebrows knit, hazy eyes, shaky legs, heaving chest, panties a slippery mess, and Nahoya’s dick twitches imagining how it’d feel to sink his dick into your gummy walls—to see you creaming on him.

But first, he wants to feel your little hole wrapped around his fingers.

Bringing his hand down to your panties, he pushes them down, sliding two digits into your pulsing, squelchy hole, you start to squirm right away. Especially when he pushes the flat of his palm right against your sensitive nub so it rubs the tiny thing while he swirls his fingers.

“You’re a mess down here.” He hums.

You tremble and lean forwards, hands clawing at his wrist as you sob, “Nahoya, it‘s sensitive. ‘s too soon.” But all you do is push him closer to your sweet spot this way, and when his fingers get there, he grinds them against you, scraping your walls with the nubs of his fingertips.

Your pussy drools sticky cum, throbbing again. He knows you’re close, but he slides them out and steps back. With shaky legs, you gaze up at him full of want, disappointment. Confused on why he stopped.

His hands fumble with his pants, and your eyes bulge out of their sockets. You gape when his fat dick springs out, oozing a string of precum down the shaft.

Fuck he’s big.

He aligns the fat mushroom tip against your small hole, it flutters against the large, blunt head. His precum beads against your soft, pink folds.

“Nahoya, ‘s not gonna fit.” You’re whining, but your hands grasp his length, eager to test his girth, test how thick he is towards the base that both of your hands can’t fit around; your walls pulse at the discovery.

“I’ll just do the tip. Promise.”

Your lips purse for a second before you remove your hands. “Okay.”

He rubs your clit with the pad of his thumb as a little reward and you keen. He finally pushes in. The stretch is a little painful at first, but the drag of his cock against your velvety walls makes your toes curl, and Nahoya’s thumb still rubbing circles into your clit makes your hips buck.

“Nahoya, put it in. I want the whole thing.” He twitches at your words and groans, but he obliges. God, you’re so fucking greedy already. Slowly, he makes his way inside, one centimeter at a time.

By the halfway mark, your juices froth and bubble around the edges of his shaft, and his thumb rubs faster. The band of pleasure in your tummy is getting tighter, makes your cunt tingle and pulse.

Nahoya’s stomach is getting tight with pleasure too and his dick is twitching a fast tempo. You feel so warm and mushy, walls trapping and sucking his cock.

He can’t help how he pushes more of his shaft into soft, velvety walls. His dick feels like it’s gonna melt, and his head nearly lolls at the heavenly feeling of your cunt, pillowy folds parting for him.

“Wait. Nahoya. Wait. Wait wait wa-”

The knob starts to rattle, and you both freeze.

“Huh? Must be locked again.” A knock echoes through the room. “Is anyone inside?”

“Souya!”

The knob rattles harder and his voice sounds closer. “Were you in here this whole time? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Yeah, the door closed on us.”

“Us?”

“Nahoya’s in here too.”

“He is? Okay hang tight. I’m getting the keys.” Souya’s footsteps fade off.

Nahoya’s dick twitches. He wants to keep going despite the lack of time and Souya being on his way to finding you two like this.

He promises that he can get you to cum once, maybe twice before Souya’s back. It doesn't even matter to him if he cums, he just wants to feel your gummy walls clamp on him, feel you cream on his cock, sticky juices oozing out of your twitchy hole.

And he can do all of that for you, he just needs to ram his dick in, the full length of it, tilt his hips and swivel them around so it hits all of your sweet spots, and rub your clit for good measure.

If he doesn’t stop the first time you cum, he promises he can make you cum a second time within seconds, and make you squirt.

He can make you feel so good, if you just let him.

His heart races, dick pulsing madly in your cunt, stomach drawing taut with pleasure at the image of you creaming all over his cock. Eyes rolled back, mouth parted open to expose your pink tongue sticking out, and most of all, your pretty pussy oozing out milky cum down his shaft while transparent slick gushes onto his stomach.

Shit, the image alone is enough to make him cum. But you push him back and out of you, and Nahoya’s stomach plummets straight into a dark void.

You fix and tidy yourself up the best you can, which is remarkable because you actually look like you weren’t just fucking. Dusting off your shirt and skirt, pulling your panties back up, moving strands of your hair back to its original place, and rubbing your lips together to set your lip gloss again. Then you turn your gaze on him, cock hard, twitching and exposed as he stands there stupidly gaping at you.

It’s cold again, your eyes are narrowed into slits, and they’re dull with indifference. How can someone’s arousal, desire, emotions just flip like that?

“You should hide that or take care of it. Souya will be back soon.”

Nahoya shuts his mouth, lips folding over in discontent for a second before he’s hurriedly pulling up his pants and boxers until they’re on again, dick tucked into his waistband because it’s not settling down.

His lips move—

“Okay! I got them. Just give me a second.” But Souya comes barreling into the door and it rattles again as he fiddles with the lock.

You move right up to the frame and wait.

Within seconds, light shines in the dim room and the door creaks open. Opening up your arms, you hug Souya and slump your body on his, breathing out a sigh.

He looks a little confused as he rubs your back. “What were you both doing in here?”

You don’t give him an answer, pulling back and grasping his hand.

“…Huh?” you walk out with him in tow, and by the swish of your skirt does Nahoya see your sticky slick plastered between your thighs.

It still runs when you turn the corner, and the sight has Nahoya’s dick throbbing and his stomach burning, but his heart is icy and a little dull.

He gets left behind once again.

And see, from that day on, you have been running through his mind like a fucking pop song.

Nahoya tries to get on your good side, tries to understand why you hate him in the first place. He really does, but you don’t make it any easier.

Now, when he puts in effort, you ignore him more strongly. You don’t even spare him a glance or acknowledge his presence when he’s in the room.

When he comes over, you busy yourself with the customers, or practice your knife skills and prepare your lunch or dinner menu. Whenever you come over, you head straight for Souya, even when Nahoya greets you at the front.

It stings a little having you completely ignore him. He thought you got a little closer in the storage room, but no, things went back to the way they were earlier, but worse.

It’s almost like that incident didn’t even happen in the first place.

And despite all of that, he hates that he can’t hate you. He hates that he can’t get you out of his mind. He hates that he’s the only one hung up on your relationship, trying to make it better so you can go back to being on speaking terms.

He still gets hard when he thinks about that day, and his heart still beats furiously in his chest when he sees you. Especially when you’re focused on preparing your menu, or sharpening your sushi and sashimi knives.

The way you so elegantly handle them, or the poise that you have when you arrange your sushi platters.

Just like now.

He came over to talk, only to get ignored again, so he took a seat at your sushi bar to watch you prepare. This has become his new favorite interest now. When he watches you, he can tell you love doing this, your job.

Experienced hands quickly slide your knives, each and every one of them, against the knife sharpener. The shiing of metal against metal echoes in the quiet restaurant, and there’s a beautiful, shiny glint to your knives.

You must clean them really well.

Knives are easy to rust and dull after some use, Nahoya knows first hand. Restaurants depend on their kitchen and utensils. If a chef doesn’t take good care of their instruments, then they’re not an actual one in the first place. Chefs who love their job and the food they make don’t skip over any corners.

There’s a little tradition and legacy he guesses when it concerns managing a restaurant and cooking food. That is something he can see right now, while you’re prepping.

You have a little routine.

Your knives get sharpened first and foremost. You place them one by one in a line from smallest to biggest gently, making sure they don’t clack or clink onto the wooden bar; making sure that you don’t just drop them down.

“Why do you sharpen your knives first? Wouldn’t it be easier to get all of your ingredients together, so you don’t have to run around for them later?”

You paused at the last knife you were about to set down, turning it this way and that. Then your eyes softened and your grip on the handle changed into one of a gentle cradle.

“My mentor told me that knives are like an Itamae’s soul. We should cherish them for the joy they give to us and our customers.” You ran a finger over a flat side of the blade. “They’re why our cuisine is beautiful, why our ingredients can be gracefully cut and sliced, why we can perform our skills. Because sushi making is an art just as much as it is food, and I think other types of cuisine are more forms of art.”

Then your eyes darted up to Nahoya. The bright sheen and the light quiver of them intoxicating. Excited. Thrilled. That’s how you feel talking about your food, your art. And Nahoya can understand the sentiment. That warm, mushy feeling in his heart when a customer slurps down his and Souya’s ramen is unmatched to any other feeling he’s had.

(Well, except for the fluttering of his heart when he first met you.)

“Don’t you feel that way with your ramen? How your customers get happier after eating your food? The work you put into crafting each bowl?”

Nahoya’s hands twitch on the bar, and his stomach erupts into butterflies, where they fly up to his heart and the tiny thing flutters. Yeah, you really do love what you’re doing. If you can put your dislike aside to talk about your craft with him, then you must enjoy it dearly. And if you can share that joy with Nahoya, then you must really like cooking.

Nahoya likes that. How you both have the same passion over food. He could spend an eternity at your side talking with you about it.

(And maybe he should.)

“Yeah, it is.”

A small quirk of your lips, and a crinkle of your eyes as dark pupils sparkle over with tiny dots of stars make their way onto your face, and Nahoya’s heart stutters in on itself.

“Then you know what I’m talking about.”

His mouth parts open a sliver and his fingers buzz. They want to reach up—out towards you.

Nahoya wants—

“Nahoya! We need to get the shop ready.” Souya peeks his head in from the entrance.

His heart drops again, having to put a stop to this conversation, having to put a stop to his moment with you.

He stares into your bright, bright eyes a second more before he stands up and makes his way out, suppressing the urge to turn around to take one more glance at you as he hears your feet shuffle around your kitchen.

—

After that day, you start talking little by little with him more.

When he greets you from the front counter, you return it. When he wants to join your conversations with Souya, you let him. You slowly warm up to Nahoya, and when he visits your shop while it’s closed and he’s free, you don’t shoo him out or ignore his presence any longer.

He’s been happier these days. Talking with you is fun, he gets a serotonin boost when you have conversations, and they’re about all kinds of things. Like what types of food you like, your favorite ingredients or dishes, ideas for new menus. When the conversation turns away from food, you talk about your other hobbies and interests.

It’s wonderful. Nahoya yearned for days like these to come about under the stew of his mutual hatred to you, and ever since they have, he’s been on cloud nine—top of the world. Maybe he can start asking you out, or at least drop some obvious hints. He’s been subtle about his feelings, but they’re not taking effect.

This is why he’s at your shop once again, watching as you align sashimi along your cutting board.

Nahoya’s heart thrums in his chest at the almost thrillful glint of your eyes as you prepare sashimi. He knows that feeling. He gets the same way when he arrives to the shop early with Souya to think up a special.

Nimble fingers cradle a roll of sashimi as your knife skillfully cuts them into thin strips. Deft digits arrange sushi platters full of rice, avocado, seafood, radishes, and other ingredients next.

You have pretty hands.

The nails are cut short and buffed down, and the skin of your hands look smooth and soft, maybe a little rough from all the knife handling, but it’s nothing Nahoya can’t handle.

They’d probably look equally as pretty wrapped around his dick. He wants to feel your nails scratch marks on his back. He wants them gripping crescents into his skin. God, he wants you again. He misses the tight squeeze of your cunt and the warm cradle of your gummy walls.

He has been plagued with visions of you writhing and whining on his cock every night since that incident, and he can feel his pants tightening as you compress and slide your hands up and down a thick roll of sushi. It looks too meaty to be considered just rice, seafood, and radishes.

“Nahoya, why are you here again?”

His eyes snap up to you. “Why can’t I? There something wrong with me being here? Am I distracting you?”

You sigh before placing the roll down and picking up your sushi knife, hand gripped tight on the handle while the other curls over the sushi. “Not at all.”

Nahoya hums. “Good.”

The sound of your knife cutting clean through the rolls before clacking into the wooden board echo throughout the shop. He takes a glance around, really looks at the interior.

“Your parents must be proud of you.” They must be because there’s a homely, cozy feel to the shop.

It was a simple compliment. An off the hand remark with positive connotations.

But you didn’t take it that way.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You stand up straight from your slightly hunched over form. “Am I not qualified enough to be called a sushi chef?”

Your eyes feel cold on him, just like they were that day. “Do you think my parents payed for all this?”

Nahoya’s blood runs cold and his heart plummets from the clouds. He doesn’t know what landmine he just triggered, but he meant nothing bad by it.

“Tell me, Nahoya. What do you mean by that?” Your arms cross over your chest, resting above your uniform, and your head tilts in challenge. “I’m waiting.”

His heart spikes and his hands clench. “I meant that your parents must be proud of how much you’ve accomplished.”

He stares into your eyes with genuine honesty, but you only click your tongue and sneer. “Fuck you.”

You storm off into the back. Nahoya has half a mind following after you, pushing open the door to slip inside before you have the chance to close it.

The door clicks shut. He doesn’t lock the door, but he does stand in front of it.

“I don’t know what impression I gave off to make you mad at me, but that wasn’t my intention.”

You scoff, “Yeah. Sure.”

His teeth bite down and his jaw feels tight. “Why are you mad at me anyway?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Nahoya’s eyebrows knit together. “Yeah, I would.”

“Well that’s something for me to decide, and I think…” you mock the notion of tapping your chin in thought. “No.”

Anger rises in his blood. “God, why are you such a fucking bitch.”

“I don’t know, Nahoya. Why are you such a fucking asshole.”

“For what? I didn’t do a fucking thing to you.”

“Yes, you did. You’re just an idiot for not knowing.”

“Then tell me what it is.”

“No, that’s something you should reflect on. Wrack your tiny, little pea brain all you can for it. I’m pretty sure even you can come up with something.” Your venomous tone drips mock pity, and it’s getting to him.

“I can’t reflect on something I don’t know what I did.”

“Well that’s too bad then.” Your lips pout and lower in a frown, but your eyes are beady with loathing. “Guess you’ll never know.”

His anger starts to boil over, chest thudding and heart twisting with the ugly fury that encompasses him, but despite that, as he watches your eyes harden into a glare and narrow, he finds his dick twitching in his pants.

You’re such a bitch, but you’re so fucking sexy when you’re mad. It’s the same reason he couldn’t fully hate you before, he just wanted to fuck you every time you yelled at him or narrowed your eyes in a cold stare.

The glare you’re giving him right now makes his head spin. The aloof, detached look on your face makes lust pool in his stomach. He wants to fuck you. Nahoya wants to fuck you stupid, fuck you into a blabbering, sobbing mess—fuck the attitude straight outta you.

He nearly groans with the image his mind provides for him.

“Well? Cat got your tongue?” He does groan with the sharp edge laced to your voice.

“No, you got my fuckin’ tongue.”

Your mouth drops a peep, brows scrunching in confusion, and Nahoya takes that chance to reel you in.

He smacks his lips into yours, nibbling and sucking on the plump flesh. He feels you shiver, hands clutching at his shirt, pulling him in closer, and he groans.

His hands are desperate rubbing up your sides, your back, down to your ass where he cups them and kneads the doughy flesh. He pulls down your pants and goes back to your ass. Soft skin molds under his touch and he gives it a smack, you moan into the kiss, biting at his lips that makes him groan deep in his chest.

He rubs and squeezes the voluptuous skin, sliding his hand down to where your thighs meet your ass, pressing two fingers inside the fat of your inner thighs, brushing against your plush folds. They’re wet, soaking, and a squelch resounds when his knuckle nudges against it.

You have a thong on. Fuck.

Nahoya pulls back. “Soaking wet. And after all that yapping earlier. Course a bitch like you got excited.”

You moan and squeeze your thighs together.

Nahoya smirks. “Yeah, a slut indeed.”

He pulls your panties down, trailing his fingers over your drooling slit, thumb catching onto your clit where he swatches it back and forth. Your knees tremble and your hands clutch his shirt tighter.

“N- Nahoya.”

His fingers stop, and your hips twitch from the loss of feeling. “Try calling me something else.”

“Sir?”

Nahoya stays quiet as half-lidded eyes stare into yours, dark and brimming with lust. His smile tilts up just a smidge. “Not quite.”

Your mouth parts open, pupils dilating, voice wobbling as you say, “D… daddy.”

Nahoya plunges two fingers inside your pulsing hole, and you have to lean on him, lest you stumble. His voice sounds deep and rich against your ear. “That’s good, princess.”

You shiver a little more strongly this time, your walls flutter on his scissoring fingers, and more creamy slick drips down his fingers.

“No one’s made you call them daddy before?”

Your shoulders twitch from hearing the word alone, and Nahoya’s dick jumps, imagining what you’d sound like moaning it, whimpering the name, or whining for him.

You look down and shake your head, hair falling around you, casting a shadow over your face, slightly hiding it from view.

“See, I don’t get that. You look fuckin’ adorable saying it for me.”

Your pussy throbs.

“You like that, doll? Like it when daddy’s fingers are inside of you. Like it when you call me daddy?” burying your head into his shoulder, you nod.

His fingers work into you faster, brushing against that one spot that has you seeing stars, thumb circling against your clit. Your eyebrows knit together, forehead scrunching, dulcet voice whimpering, “Daddy daddy daddy.” Before you’re cumming, fingers clawing at his shirt, body trembling against his.

Obscene drops of cum plop onto the floor, glide like thick molasses down his hand, and your walls clamp on his fingers so tight that he can only imagine how your tiny cunt would take all of him.

While you catch your breath and recover, Nahoya works on his belt. Everything is leading up to that day in the storage room, and he couldn’t be any more thrilled. But it’s while he’s stroking his dick, fat cockhead resting against your twitching hole that he remembers something.

“Ah shit. I don’t have condoms on me.”

You push your hips against his. The tip sinks in a smidge and the feeling of your gummy walls cradling just his tip is enough to make him shiver, eyes rolling in his head.

“Oh fuck.”

“Put it in me, daddy. ‘m on the pill.” And you latch your arms around his shoulders.

“Well, fuck. You got that, princess.” He slowly pushes the rest of him inside, and when he bottoms out at the hilt, he groans. You’re so tight, hole stretched out and twitching around his shaft.

Ah, fuck. He reaches an arm back and switches the lock on the door.

Nahoya starts slow, sliding himself out then back in. His tip kisses your cervix with each stroke, cockhead nudging against your sweet spot. Your cunt squeezes him with each stroke out, wanton over the loss of his dick. The shaft gleams with your cum, coated in the shiny slick, and it only provides more lube for him to slide back inside.

Like this a slow and deep pace forms. Drops of slick slide down his shaft and wet his balls that slap into the globes of your ass. Your hips buck up and grind with each thrust to the hilt. Your cunt pulses when his cock throbs, and you’re so fucking tight, velvety walls hugging him with such a grip that it makes his stomach tighten, band of pleasure stretched taut.

You bring a hand down to your clit and rub circles into it, eyes rolled to the top of your head, drool peeking out the corners of your lips.

Pretty soon your juices have his pelvis soaked, loud squelches and smacks of your pussy lips hitting his hips, and after a few more strokes, you come undone.

Your cunt clamps down on him as creamy slick seeps out around the ring his shaft, walls fluttering trying to milk him dry, but Nahoya doesn’t want to cum yet. Not until he feels you squirt, so when you remove your hand, he replaces it with his thumb, rubbing your puffy clit further, pace quickening to the point he’s rutting into you.

You squeal, “Stop! ‘s too much.” And tug at his hair which only makes him groan, stomach and balls tightening. Your body convulses, hole spasming as your eyes roll back, tongue slipping out the expanse of your mouth.

Your cunt squeezes Nahoya’s cock in a vice grip. He pulses once more before his balls snap up and ropes of white paint your walls, his finger never stops on your taut nub, and you gush slick all over his abdomen.

By the time you come down from your second orgasm, Drops of your cum drip from Nahoya’s stomach, soft lines of his abs soaked with your slick, and fat droplets of thick sperm ooze from around your hole, plopping onto the floor and staining it with the mess of your other fluids.

Nahoya and you both catch your breath, his knees are shaky and your legs are trembling, turned into jelly, but his dick twitches when you squeeze down on him.

“Fuck. Watch it, princess.” But you don’t stop clamping down on him, and he groans, hips bucking into yours from how your gummy walls hug his sensitive cock, pulsing and throbbing, sucking him in like a vacuum, as if he hasn’t already emptied his load into you.

“You’re a fucking vixen, do you know that?” His hands grip your hips tight, rolling them in circles and grinding figure-eights into his, but your puffy clit throbs in wanting.

“Tell me why you were so mad at me.”

Your lips pout and fold over, and your eyebrows furrow. A minute passes before you step back, pulling your cunt away from him. “You said I was probably a spoiled rich girl.”

Nahoya pauses. “I never said that.”

Your mouth purses and anger rises in your chest. “Yes, you did, Nahoya! Don’t lie. You thought I was some rich girl that learned how to make sushi for fun, didn’t you? That I wasn’t taking my job seriously. Even though I’ve been busting my ass with my own hard-earned money trying to run everything.”

Your voice breaks off into sobs, and you turn your back on him, trying to hide yourself, but he’s being reminded of the bitter memories of your cold back. Only this time, it’s trembling and shaking, small and hunched in, not straight and tall and confident like he’s seen.

“Just because my parents are a little well-off doesn’t mean I’m spoiled. I’m working hard for my dreams too. Don’t discredit my efforts for my parents' social standing.”

Nahoya wracks his mind, searching through his past conversations. When did he ever discredit your cooking skills? He’s only thought good things about you.

“Nahoya, she’s at it again.”

“What?”

“Our cousin. She begged 10k off Uncle. Said she wanted to start up a restaurant.”

“But she’s never taken classes, or has any knowledge in business management. What a fucking spoiled brat. That’s what she is.”

Oh.

Nahoya remembers that conversation. He also remembers how the door creaked open a bit before closing, the bell chiming which distracted them both.

They thought a customer arrived or was hesitant on entering, so he went outside to check, but no one was there. He also remembers how cold your stare turned when you came in later and shifted your eyes to him, the edges red and puffy.

That must have been you at the door, and you must have overheard them and misunderstood. The pieces are starting to click together.

So this was all just a big misunderstanding.

He leans over your shoulder to peek into your face, but your arms cover you from view.

He kisses his teeth. “Can I talk to ya, doll? I think you got a misunderstanding.”

“nhm.” You shake your head and bury your face further into the cradle of your inner elbow.

“Doll, let me just talk to ya for a little.” He reaches a hand towards you, but you slap him away.

Nahoya doesn’t budge. His mouth parts open, tongue trailing along his teeth. He wonders if he has to force you to listen because you’re being a fucking brat right now. A childish one who won’t have a proper conversation. Instead, hiding yourself away to lick at your wounds.

He grabs a fistful of hair and yanks you up to see your mascara ruined and fat droplets of tears sliding down your puffy cheeks, eyes hazy and feverish.

His dick rises to full mast.

“You kiddin’ me? You got upset over something as small as that? You ignored me over somethin’ so stupid? I wasn’t talking about you that day, I was talking to Souya about our cousin.”

“Your cousin?”

“Yeah, our fucking spoiled cousin who begs her parents for money to do stupid shit she doesn’t commit herself to.”

Your mouth opens and closes for a few seconds before you take a deep breath, eyes softening into regret. “‘m-”

His grip on your hair gets a little tighter. “That wasn’t very nice, doll.” But he lets go.

Placing his hand on your shoulder, he turns you back to him. That same hand roams to your cheek, brushing against it before his thumb strokes the delicate skin.

Your eyes shift again, full of arousal. You look at him so prettily, pupils dilated and shining, mouth parted open a sliver. All doe-eyed and precious as his thumb ghosts to a corner of your lips, rubbing the plump flesh.

Then it slides inside your warm mouth, and you can taste yourself. This was the same hand he fingered you with. “Do you hate daddy now, princess?”

“Nuh-uh.” And your cute little fucked out head shakes before you start sucking on his fingers, transfixed with the soft yet dominating handle.

Nahoya’s breath hitches and his dick pulses. Fuck. You’re so fucking cute.

He’s gonna ruin you. Wreck your cunt, mold your walls to his dick, whatever it is so you can keep being like this the whole night. He’ll fuck you silly.

FOOTNOTES

itamae means “in front of the board” and it is also the title used for a sushi chef.

nahoya didn’t know this but you looked at him all starry-eyed too during that first meeting. souya saw all of this and wondered when the two of you would patch things up.

he found out when he came over, just as the two of you left your back room, clothes and hair rustled, nahoya’s shirt was on backwards, your uniform was buttoned up unevenly, you were breathless, and your lips were swollen red.

souya teased nahoya about it the whole night, but he didn’t care bc the both of you called each other before you fell asleep and ended up talking for hours.

souya had trouble sleeping that night bc of your giggling, Nahoya’s chuckling, and your excited chatter.

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THINGS THEY SAY DURING SEX:

“just the tip…i promise.”

“right here?”

“quit running, baby.”

“so fuckin’ tight, and all for me...”

“just like that, milk this fucking cock.”

“move your hand.”

“you’re gonna take all of it now, can you do that for me?”

yuuji, toji, GETOU, reiner, JEAN, connie, suna, draken, KAKUCHO, bakugo, aizawa, chuuya, TENGEN, naruto, SHIKAMARU, kakashi.

tr men + their kinks

ft, rindou , mitsuya, izana, baji

W; oversim, consensual somnophilia, shoe riding/ stepping mane idk i was just writing shit, dollifiction, mean dom baji & mitsuya face slapping izana amd mitsuyas might seem a lil noncon ish at first but i swear it's not 😭

rindou: oversim

he loves to spend hours between your legs, making you cry from coaxing orgasms out of you over and over, it's just something.. addictive about the way you taste gushing on his tongue for the 3rd time that night in can't help but get drunk of your sobs of "rinnie! feels so good please, please don't stop" and trembling of thighs desperate to taste your cum just one more time

izana: somnophilia

You are always so pretty when you sleep he just loves the way you look at peace the gentle rise and fall of your chest in your passed out state. and the way your tits are about fall out your tank top in the middle of the night so, you can blame him for sliding hand up your shirt pinching your nipples, watching them get hard before sliding his hands down pass your stomach on too your pretty pink panties not even bothering to pull them down simply moves them to the side fingers gently stroking your slit before easing a finger into your tight hole and even in your sleep, you start to get nice and wet for him

baji: shoe riding/stepping (?)

"Look at you, brat. You're humping my boot like a bitch in heat." he hissed out as his shoe squeaked quietly against the floor with each rut of your hips

you lean your head on his knee as tears well up in your eyes Baji is so mean, he knows you can't cum like this

"please kei m' sorry" you whimper he knows you need more, and he knows you'll take anything, any help "please what? I let you use my shoe to get off and you still need more?" he spits out removing his foot from under you to roughly pushing you down to step and rub the bottom of his shoes against your clit is this what you wanted mm?" He muttered to himself, rubbing harder watching you groan happily under him «fucking pain slut let's see how much you can take, yeah?"

mitsuya: dollifiction

Suya loves good girls like you girls who just lay there and take it whenever and wherever he wanted just like a good doll should you always let him dress you up nice and pretty right before he goes to work And you stay in the same place right where he leaves you. Just as he says good pretty dolls stay still and stoic and you know better then to disobey.

even when he comes home from a stressful day picking you up and throwing you on the bed not even thinking about prepping you for his big cock just rutting into your sweet cunt spitting cruel words at you and slapping you anytime you breathe to loudly or even slightly react to his thrust, but you don't mind, you take it all because you love being his favorite doll

My first takemitchy x reader ♥️

𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬! 🌐

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — never trust michi when he says he’ll pull out on time. ☹

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — 18+, dub/noncon, babytrapping, himbo takemichi, vaginal sex, creampie, closeted sadist michi, afab reader, ovulation mention, established relationship.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 — takemichi hanagaki.

Takemichi has many charming qualities. He’s handsome, caring, honest and (slightly) adventurous. All those traits are surely in the top ten lists of what the average person would look for in a potential love interest. He sounds like the perfect guy on paper to a lot of people. It's true in concept, but Takemichi made up for a lot of what he lacked, which was intelligence. The messy haired guy wasn’t the brightest bulb in the bunch, far from it actually— but it was endearing. And it wasn’t just book smarts, but he was.. incredibly naïve. Starry eyed and optimistic, the fighting spirit type. His bright enthusiasm and seemingly unaware sense of humor made up for his lackluster and bizarre logic when even dealing with the simplest of things. Sometimes it was hard to understand the thought process he had but ultimately, when it came down to it, he thought with his cock.

It wasn’t difficult at all to sway his decisions, actions or opinions if pussy or even pretty face was involved. It’s been a running joke amongst Toman that he let his dick do all the thinking for him. Hina and him were no longer together for that very reason but that’s neither here nor there. The point is: it was too easy to get what you wanted out of him, all it took was a bat of an eyelash and a pout for him to fold— to melt in the palm of your hand like golden honey dripping from the wooden dipper. Call it what you want but Takemichi was the definition of a himbo.

him·bo /ˈhimbō/

noun humorous

an attractive but unintelligent man.

Takemichi often.. got ahead of himself sometimes— specifically during sex, but that was the easiest time to get what you wanted out of him. Whether it be getting him to get a haircut, taking you out to a nice dinner or buying you something sparkly and rather expensive. Maybe it was a little mean to get him to buy something for you that was way out of his tax bracket but he’d get it back anyway. It’s not like you ask for things constantly, you know? And you give him things in return too! Your time! Affection! Sex! Make him a better person! Let’s be honest, Michi needed a girlfriend.. for various reasons. That apartment was atrocious and now it's all nice and cozy with wax melters all around that smell like fruity pebbles. But! The most satisfying part of it was getting into his wardrobe and throwing away those god awful khaki shorts and baseball t-shirts then replacing all of it with some nice streetwear that gives him a cute indie boy look. That’s what a good girlfriend does.

Speaking of being a good girlfriend, that’s maybe how you ended up at his apartment with bags of groceries. Takemichi’s fridge consisted of nothing but Mt. Dew, takeout boxes and a cold bottle of ketchup, he wasn’t the best eater in terms of eating healthy so you often stopped by the market for him from time to time. He’s getting better though! Instead of door dashing he’ll text you and ask if you two want to go to the market and make some dinner or if it's earlier in the day a light lunch.

Michi usually comes up behind you as you stock his fridge, his slender hands gently grabbing your hips as he presses himself into your backside. It starts off innocent, you giggling as he nestles his chin in the crook of your neck. He’s listening to you ramble about a new fruit juice that’s good for detoxing, your cute manicured finger tapping the label as you read all the benefits and the flavor. He nods along and tells you that he’s excited to try it, giving your cheek a kiss before you turn your head a bit to look at him. He looks good today, really good. You don’t know what it is but you can’t help but to ask for a proper kiss. A longer one. Then you two end up on the plush futon in his studio apartment.

Takemichi pulls himself from your swollen lips and sits on his knees from between your legs, struggling to discard his shirt in his haste with cute grumbles emitting from him during his actions. You giggle as you watch, playfully biting your lip with an amused glint in your eyes. His cock is rock hard by now, straining against his sweatpants and leaking precum. It's been well over 48 hours since he last got his cock wet and to be frank, he was starting to get antsy. That kiss sent all bloody in his skull straight to his cock and within seconds he was looking at you with that glazed over look in his eyes, silently begging for some pussy. He’d settle for a hand job, he just needed you to make him cum so bad.

During his hurry, you reach over to the nightstand beside the bed, opening the drawer and frowning softly when you see an empty space. Hm.. that’s not right..

“Michi,” You call for him softly, looking back over your shoulder to see him finally pop his head back out from the fabric of the shirt. His hair is messier than usual and he looks at you with an expression that resembles a curious puppy who’s name had just been called. “We don’t have any more condoms.” A small pout on your face as you speak.

“We don’t? I.. I just bought some last week.” He deflates a bit, his eyes still big and expressive as the gears turn in his head. He looks so defeated and god, he was so cute— naïve even.

“Well, we have a lot of sex, Michi.. ‘nd we used the last one the other day I think.” You say as you sit up on your elbows.

“Aw man..” His sapphire eyes look back onto your own. “What should we do?” His question makes you giggle, he always asked you for your input or opinion on things when he wasn’t he should do next. Another endearing quality he has and luckily for him, you were in a good mood.

“You’re so cute, c’mere.” You lifted yourself up and ushered him over with a beckon of your pointer finger, hooking the digit under his rainbow beaded choker. Takemichi wastes little time crawling back over you meeting your lips once more. Before things get past the point of no return, you pull away breathlessly with a hand cupping his face. Your acrylic fingernails dig into the baby fat still clung onto his cheeks even in his mid twenties.

“Promise to pull out.” Your eyes gaze down at his plump and shiny lips as you speak.

“I pr-womise.” He says with a nod, his voice slightly slurred from his cheeks being squished in between your grasp.

Twenty minutes in Takemichi has you on your back in missionary. His soft hands hold the back of your knees, hiking your legs up and open while he’s on the verge of fucking himself stupid, You’re proud though, he’s lasting longer than he usually does but you can tell he can only take so much. His cock is just so sensitive but one thing about him is that he’s able to stay hard even after he’s cum. It's both a blessing and a curse, which is why you have to stop him when he gets a little too far gone. He can’t hear anything nor does he have anything of substance floating in head. Michi only wants to fuck until he’s shooting blanks and on the verge of passing out.

Michi leans over, his naked skin pressed onto yours in an act of intimacy within itself. He hides his face in your neck, his moans getting whiner and more frequent as he continues pounding his cock into your velvety cunt. He was close, you knew it and now it was the perfect time.

“So— can I?” Your voice cracks a bit, feeling your high build up deep in the pit of your belly by the second. His red flushed mushroomed tip is hitting just the right spot, dragging along your throbbing walls in quick rhythmic thrusts.

“C-Can you w—what?” He asked through a moan, voice muffled from your skin.

“The purse, baby— will you get it for me?” You clarify. It was a pretty purse, something you saw when you were shopping on the strip earlier. It would go perfectly with an outfit you’ve been waiting to wear but it needed something else to complete it and that bag is the missing puzzle piece.

His lack of response was worrying to say the least, he usually answers immediately but the only thing you got in return was a series of grunts and pounding that almost hurt.

“Baby,” You whimper between the erratic thrusts you were receiving from the thick cock pounding into your slick and pulsating cunt. “Michi, look at me.” Your hands slide up from his shoulders, to his neck until they rested on the sides of his cheeks forcing him to look down at you. “Are you gonna cum?” You looked in his pretty blue eyes.

“You have to pull out, okay? I’m serious, I haven’t taken my pill.” You push gently. Takemichi had a.. “habit” of not wanting to pull out when he came but it was never really an issue because you were on birth control. Sex with a condom is always preferred because you can never be too safe but sometimes there were exceptions. This time was a little different though. You.. you knew it wasn’t a good idea having sex with Michi right now for a couple different reasons, 1.) You were ovulating and 2.) You hadn’t taken your birth control in a few days.

You were playing with fire but.. Michi promised. Everything would be okay, right? You trusted him but he's looking at you and it’s so clear that he’s not all there mentally. He has a distant look in his eyes, unhinged almost. Completely checked out and only focused At this point, Takemichi has completely tuned out your cries and whines as he continues to rut clumsily into you. He’s already made up his mind— he’s done so months ago actually. He wants to cum inside of you. Can you blame him though? You’re letting him fuck you raw, are you insane? This was such a rare privilege, you’ve only let him do this only once before and ever since then he’s been yearning for the day he’ll be able to fuck you raw again. It’s addictive and a feeling that can’t be quite replicated no matter how many fancy toys he obtains.

As Michi continued to fuck into you caught up in his thick and hazy pussy drunk trance you cried out in a panic, eyes tearing up quickly when you realize the predicament you've got yourself in. He wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. You wind your hand back and land a slap on his cheek with enough force that his head turns to the other direction, the outline of your hand appearing as a light pink mark on the side of his pale cheek.

Time seems to slow down as you watch his head slowly turn towards you, his eyes seem different— like he’s more present than he was moments before. Michi locks eyes with you and blinks, his cheek still stinging in rhythmic ripples from the slap you just gave him. He watches the tears pooling at the corner of your eyes fall and be absorbed by the hair at your temple. He feels a sense of pleasure he’s never felt before seeing you cry in a setting like this..

Before you could open your mouth to say something, his cock twitched. His head falls and he shuts his eyes tightly before muttering a strained and shaky apology, painting your innermost walls white with his thick and potent seed.

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