#kisaki tetta smut

[killsaki]

greed ☆ kisaki tetta — you’re spoiled, spoil him too?

cw/tw : (my) bonten kisaki, murder mentions, raw sex, creampie, possessiveness, brain dump, unedited/drabble.

your boyfriend likes to make you happy; likes to leave no room for error or disappointment when it comes to you. there will never be a chance for anyone else to treat you better, because kisaki treats you the best.

he’ll hand you his black card if you talk about something you saw in a storefront, he’ll buy out your favorite restaurant on your anniversary. he’s flew you out of the country after one mention of you wanting to get out of the house, and even had men killed for mishandling you. so, of course when times come that you start to paw at him, batting those pretty, needy eyes he can’t even pretend to ignore—he wants to fuck you in the way that you prefer.

he’d be happy to fuck you hard and fast, to tease you until you’re dripping down your thighs, shower you in degradation until you cry—if that’s what you want. he says he can, and he knows he can but when it comes to, the two of you always end up having the slowest, neediest sex.

it always starts how you ask for it, with his trained fingers fucking into you, the obscene sounds from your slick only background noise compared to the moans you just can’t seem to hold in. the feeling of his lips along your neck accompanied by the sweet kisses he gives and whispers of “mine, mine, mine,” just make you even more weak in his hands.

he’s level headed. until you start to wrap around him, arms tangled behind his neck, legs trapping his own to keep him pinned to you. it’s the desperation you feel for him in your most vulnerable moments that make him so greedy for you. it’s simply not enough to love you, to have you beneath him—he needs you entirely. he needs you to love him, all of him; to see him for everything that he is—calculating, manipulative, dangerously intelligent, insanely obsessive—and to choose him despite it. to need him the way he needs you, for you to wish to burn the world if he was no longer in it. he wants to hear you say it, he needs to feel that you mean it.

he begrudgingly pulls away from where he’d found the perfect spot to hear your perfect pleads to take in your expressions as he frees his cock from the confines of his boxers. piercing blue eyes not for a moment leaving yours, even as you look back at him so sweetly with a gaze full of tears. the pure adoration you have for him spills out say you caress his face and makes him lose sight of what it is you said that you want—because his mind just says to give and all he has in the moment to provide is himself, so that’s what he does.

he oh so slowly, pushes his cock past your entrance, his mouth slightly dropping open as he watches the way your lashes flutter, how your head rolls from the deeper he goes. the feeling of your fingers twitch against his scalp, the chills he gets from the way you whine his name. how you sing promises of love and praises only for him to hear—if all fogs his mind in the most addictive way. and then there’s no turning back.

his hands twist in the sheets beneath you as he takes his time, watching you fall apart with static buzzing under his own skin. each push of his hips against yours has you melting deeper into the mattress, needy hands exploring his skin, scratching between his shoulder blades as he sucks possessive marks into your most sensitive spots along your collarbone. and up again to lock around the back of his neck, holding him against you as if there’s anywhere else on this earth that he would rather be when his lips finally meets yours.

your body is so honest for him, or maybe it’s from how closely he’s watched and noted your reactions—the way he’s about to tell when your orgasm is approaching just by the change in your breathing.

“ki’, please.” you all but cry, begging senselessly between short whines for what your boyfriend knows is for him to bring you over the edge.

he gives, resting on his forearm and watching you squirm beneath him as his free hand reaches between you. his ringed thumb rubbing perfect circles over your clit. “c’mon,” he kisses up your jaw, whispering lowly. “for me.”

“t-tetta—” you gasp as your walls start to spams around him, eyes squeezed shut with your mouth dropped open to let out the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard mixed in with the most intoxicating mumbles of his name and the part that gets him the most. “i love you, love you, love you—“

he can’t possibly hold back, his own end approaching him at the stomach aching speed it always does when you start to cum for him. his lips crash into yours to keep himself from letting out any noises that might make you repulsed, that might show a bit too much weakness from him. he kisses you, sloppy and slow as he fucks you both through your highs—not stopping until you’re squelching from the mix of your slick and his cum.

he’ll act like it’s not a big deal to pull from you, to clean you up with the smallest smile on his face. but in reality he wishes he could stay there forever, watching your blissed out expression as he’s still plugging your cunt. where he can image you belonging to just him forever, for no one else to see, or to touch.

“hey,” you whisper as he finishes, your weak hand grabbing his wrist before he leaves the bed. he lets you pull him down closer, to lead him. “i love you.”

his smile starts to grow, but he chooses to hide it in another kiss. as if you can’t feel it pressing against you, not that you’ll ever mind.

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[sg-l]

fingering him on the clock because wasting personal time when he could collect a pay check and be fucking himself stupid on your fingers is simply too much of a temptation to ignore ♡

gojo, DAZAI, TOJI, Kisaki, Hanma, Ango, BRAM, EGO, Mushitarou

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[shoyoist]

⠀⠀──── 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 : kisaki tetta.

content: fem!reader. unprotected + rough sεx, degradation, light bοndage, hair pulling, he is mean! and then very nice. one slap, he has a watch and rings on, one instance of the term 'whοre'. overstim, brief description of svbspace.

— . ｡˚ ♡ kisaki is so very nice and sweet to you, until he snaps.

kisaki prides himself in being a gentleman. he's refined — handsome, calculating, smooth-voiced and so kind to you.

he treats you like royalty. calls you his darling, kisses you good morning and good night. opens doors for you, gets on his knees to put your shoes on for you. pays for everything. and he never, ever breaks.

not until the nights that follow after a day in which things go wrong for him at work. when something crucial goes awry, when a vital plan fails, when there's a group of traitors discovered amongst the underlings. he gets angry.

and for most people, kisaki tetta's anger means death. but you welcome it with open arms<3.

“ha—ah, tetta!” you cry out, chin digging into your pillow, tits and stomach pressed into the sheets so hard as kisaki pushes you down into the mattress as he towers over you, the heat of his body washing over your skin as he fucks you from the back, hard. “tetta, tetta—please!”

“shut up,” kisaki hisses through clenched teeth, readjusting his grip on your wrists that are roped up behind your back by the coils of his pretty, black and beige pencil-striped tie. “shut up and take it.”

and you will. it's not as if you have a choice. you want to tell him his cock feels so good, you want to tell him harder, tetta! and you want to babble sweet nothings about how much you love him so it makes him feel better—

but with each drag of his length past your sweet spot and every forceful kiss of his cockhead at your cervix, all the words on your tongue evaporate and all the thoughts in your head fall apart. he's fucking you dumb.

so you shut up and let him fuck you, lost in the sting of his hips against your ass and the tantalising slap of his balls against your clit every time he slides deep inside enough— pitchy little ah-ah-ah-ah!’s forced out of your wet, kiss-swollen lips with each thrust.

the scent of sweat, cigars and eau savage fills your lungs with each gasp, the taste of it touching the back of your throat— he'd forgotten to take his watch off, and as he maintains his balance by holding onto your body as you lay under him, you feel the metal strap of the watch dig into your lower back, pinching your skin between the little links. “tetta!”

he doesn't relent. it gives him a rush, a thrill to hear his name leave your pretty little mouth with such fervour, such love and such pleasure.

you will never do him wrong. you're perfect.

his dick, pretty and blushed and drooling pearls of precum into you, fits so well into your little cunt. your warm, velvet walls hug him so tight, fluttering around him just right as he fucks you, pace only increasing with the height of his frustration.

you bury your face into the pillow, moaning into it— and he snaps at you, burying a hand into your hair and pulling your head back up. “stay up,” he orders, his usual gentleness gone without a trace. “say my name.”

“mmmh, tetta!” you obey, such a good little pet for him, your pupils nearly going heart shaped as your eyes roll back, the way he pulls you up by your hair while rolling his hips in and fucking his cock into your cunt all the way has you shaking. god, you love it when he's like this.

“again,” kisaki spits, giving your hair a sharp yank— and you moan, throwing your head back and pushing your body back into his mean, sloppy rhythm. “tetta, tetta, tetta! mmm, love you!”

he slaps the back of your thigh as he pulls back, the metal of his rings painful against the plush of your skin — but you can't even give him a whine because he's already sinking his cock balls deep into you, and immediately the pain is forgotten by the overwhelming surge of bliss.

“you love me?” kisaki scoffs, breathless yet so mean. “do you really, huh? sweetheart?”

“mhm!” you nod, half-conscious as you focus on the tightening of your entire body with the impending orgasm, yet so eager to please him. “i love you soo much!”

“‘s that so?” he lets go of your hair to palm your throat, pulling you up and enjoying the way your back arches so lovely as he leans in, turning your face to a side so he can kiss you. “mhm!” you say again, into his mouth.

“turn over, then.” he rasps, and you pause, heart dropping just a little when his tone doesn't change into something sweeter. he yanks the tie away from your arms, freeing you and leaving you with chafed wrists and sore arms where the coarse fabric had ground on your skin. “turn over, honey.”

“mmm,” you mumble, knowing he'll kiss your wrists and rub your arms for you later.

pulling away and turning over onto your back, wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him back in as he kneels between your thighs. “‘m close, tetta,” you tell him, turning your voice as sweet as you can possibly make it. “please don't be mean. let me cum. please?”

“if you loved me,” his eyes glint dangerously behind his glasses, as he corrects them and pushed them up his nose. “you'd be letting me cum first.”

of course! you'll let him do it, you're letting him use your body and your little cunt to vent his frustrations out on, aren't you? your greatest pride and joy is to make him happy at your hands, isn't it?

“mm, cum in me, tetta.” you smile, so pretty underneath him. you lift your ass up a little, grinding your wet cunt against his dick, wanting it back inside you. “want it in me.”

“good girl.” is all kisaki tells you, before he's giving his cock back to you— he hooks his arms around your thighs, pulling your body up and slotting his cock back inside, and he can't help the smirk that tugs at his mouth when you grip the sheets, throwing your head back and moaning his name so well.

“that's it.” he squeezes your hip. “just like that, sweetheart. little whore when you're on me.” and you are. oh, you are.

it takes him only a few more thrusts before he's cumming into you, and the warm, sticky feeling of his cum filling your little hole up and dripping out—

the hot, slippery mess that forms between your bodies as he keeps his pace up, neatly trimmed nails and watch strap digging into your thighs as he holds onto you and fucks every drop as deep in you as he can — it pushes you off the edge, too. “tetta, tetta! ‘m cumming, cumming!”

”mhm,” he smiles at the familiar babble of needy little moans that leave your lips, cock twitching inside you with just a hint of overstimulation as you tighten around him so bad he can barely move. “go on, sweetheart.”

“touch me!” you sob, knowing that your orgasm is going to be overwhelming after what he's put you through, fucking you senseless like that. “please tetta, please—”

his fingers graze your clit then, thumbing some cum off his dick before pressing it into the puffy little bundle of nerves, and the electric pleasure that courses through you at the single, so very needed stimulation is white hot. “cumming, cumming, cumming—”

your legs kick out around his waist, and beyond your ring of blinding bliss, you can hear him laugh. he slows down, the mean cant of his hips getting gradually gentle until he stops. when he slips his cock out of your cunt, it comes out with a wet sound — and as you lift your head, giddy and dazed, you see how pretty and red it's gotten, and a giggle escapes you.

“tetta,” you sigh. “do you love me?”

“of course.” kisaki answers, and your heart warms when you hear the gentle tone to his voice. “of course i love you. you know that, right?”

“mhm.” you smile again as he leans down, tanned chest glowing with sweat as it meets yours, and he kisses you softly, such a lovely contrast to how he was earlier. he cups your cheek, turning his face a little as he sighs into the embrace when you wrap your arms around him. of course he loves you. “i do know. don't worry.”

when kisaki hums against your lips, you feel his smile, too. “good.”

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[garoujo]

・✶ ｡ﾟ kisaki doesn’t mind being late to a meeting, not when it’s because he’s busy dealing with you.

♱ warnings — orgasm control, f!reader, in his office [i gotta do it for all of them sorry], exhibitionism, fingering, idk i think he’s a sucker for his s/o i stand by it. / note. helo more kinktober 4 u guys ! finally getting around 2 writing 4 this man <3

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“you’ll make me late for my meeting, sweetheart.”

kisaki hums from where he’s pressing into you as he gives the expensive watch on his wrist a lazy glance, his hips pushed between your thighs as you lie spread out for him on his desk. but his words are contradictory considering he’s still not given you permission to cum, sharp gaze cutting into you as he sends you a carefully neutral look from behind his glasses.

“tetta.. i’m so close, just—please let me cum.” you’re panting, your voice is wound up tight until it breaks into something whispery and dreamy, and it makes his gaze linger on the pretty expression you’re making for a few seconds too long.

“hm, don’t i spoil you enough?” kisaki intones in your ear, pressing a short kiss against your temple with another languid flick of his wrist, deliberately brushing the pads of his fingers against the swollen spots inside of you. teasing you, before he’s back to grinding his digits just short of the spot again.

you let out a sweet, little desperate moan and you hear him click his tongue before he speaks again, but there’s no annoyance to the sound when he follows it with his thumb pressing down hard on your clit — like he’s bringing your attention back to him, like it ever left. “answer me.”

“ah—yes, you do.. but, i wanna cum, please.” you hear kisaki hum like he’s considering it from where his lips are pressing along the dip of your shoulder, sinking his fingers into you once more as he continues his movements — letting himself build up a pace that has your thighs twitching, like he’s done the last nth times.

“tetta.. please.” he feels the featherlight touch of your fingers along his forearm, tracing up to where he’s rolled his sleeve up to his elbow and it’s undeniable the way your touch alone makes goosebumps burst along his skin. “i’ll be good.”

“you are good, sweetheart. always so good for me.” kisaki replies quickly, his tone unwavering because he believes you’re just that — so sweet and pretty for him, even when he’s been withholding your pleasure from you, you still give in to him and wait so obediently.

you’re perfect.

he rewards you with a perfect push of his fingers along your spots, letting your walls clench around them followed by another sticky circle of his thumb against your clit, until you’re pulling him closer by his expensive dress shirt and letting him kiss you.

he can feel the way your moans vibrate against his lips, and he drinks you up so eagerly — kisaki oozes control in a way that has you melting into him, letting him lick into your mouth with a precision that has you breathless despite the undercurrent of need his movements carry.

“see, so good. you’ve been listening so well.” you feel his praise lick down the curve of your spine as you arch your back, pressing your chest tighter against his while he presses deeper into you — not slowing his movements like he normally would when he feels you getting close.

“i’m gonna..” you jerk, nails dragging along the wooden desk beneath you as you grind your hips against his fingers — bumping your clit against his thumb while he moves away from your lips to mouth at your throat.

“i know. cum for me, my love.” kisaki watches you so intently as you fall apart, his eyes never drifting from your pretty, lewd expression when he feels you stiffen and twist with every grind of his fingers into your pussy.

the way your lips part to moan and the way your features break into something beautiful make him swallow rough, just like he always does in the moments he feels like you steal all the air from his lungs but remind him how to breathe all at once.

your thighs quake around him and kisaki’s other arm almost naturally hooks around your waist to keep you from falling over entirely when you let your head fall back.

he keeps up his movements, letting you ride out your orgasm as you grab at him and jolt with every rub of his thumb along your clit, prolonging your blissful state until your hand is resting over his with a whimper and breathless, soft pants before he pulls himself from you with a short peck to your lips.

“thank you, tetta.” you drawl, your words a little slurred from the aftermath of your tingling pleasure and you watch kisaki pull the handkerchief from his pocket to wipe himself clean, before his hand is resting against your cheek to brush along your cheekbone.

“still so spoiled.” the chuckle that curls from his words makes something warm burst along your skin as he sends you a gentle look, turning his attention to the mess between your thighs and along his desk as he moves to clean you up.

“but.. your meeting! i can clean this.” it was unlike kisaki to ever be late, he was always the one of the first if not the first there — and you didn’t want to get in the way of his routine.

but his movements don’t halt, there’s no urgency to the way he moves to wipe you with the same handkerchief he just used, raising his hand softly as if to shake off any of your concerns as he sends you another whisper of a smile, followed by an affectionate squeeze of his fingers around your thigh as he moves you.

“they’ll wait for me, until i’ve taken care of you.”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

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[sirthisisa-wendys]

Maybe one where fem reader basically is nice and friends with Kodak since childhood like hina except she ends up dating kisaki and ends up accepting his proposal

Fluff to nsfw

Sub reader plz

Someone Out There: Kisaki Tetta x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.1k

tw: smut

masterlist

"Kisaki," Takemichi murmurs, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder. "There's someone out there for you. Don't worry."

"When will we meet?" Kisaki wonders, looking over his shoulder. Takemichi simply shrugs and says he isn't sure, which makes Kisaki feel deflated.

"It'll happen when you're least expecting it."

As he kicks along the concrete, dirt flies up in small clouds. It's a welcome distraction from the thoughts plaguing his mind when he sees Takemichi and Hina together. Kisaki huffs a long breath, then looks up at the bright sky. The sun is unobscured by clouds, and a slight wind picks up his hair and tosses it around a little.

"Hey, Kisaki!" The familiar voice of a friend makes Kisaki look around, and when he sees you waving at him from afar, he offers you a wave in return.

"What are you doing here, y/n?" He's standing on an empty lot - one where he usually sits and thinks without being disturbed - but seeing you come up the path toward him makes Kisaki feel warm inside.

"I brought you some snacks," you offer, taking your backpack off your shoulders and opening it deftly. "I see you sitting here all the time from the apartment and thought you'd like something to eat while you think."

Kiskai stiffens, frowning only a little while you surf around in your bag. "You watch me come here?"

"Well," you begin, looking up but still fishing around. "It's not on purpose. My room has a window, and I tend to stare outside most of the time..." When you finally find the snack, your hand clasps around it and brings it out of the bag. "Here!" Kisaki reaches for the item and finds that it's a smushed taiyaki.

"Thanks," he murmurs, and you pull out one for yourself. You grab your backpack and sit on the ground in your overalls and street shoes, looking up at him curiously while you unwrap your treat.

"So, whaddya think about when you're out here?"

She's interested in what I think about. Kisaki unsteadily begins his yarn about the things he thinks about, and you listen, fully engrossed in his many complicated and peculiar ponderings.

Kisaki has never really felt a deep connection with a girl before.

Scratch that, had.

He never had felt a deep connection with a girl before. But as he sinks to one knee and peers up at you - looking at you almost exactly like you did twelve years ago - he feels the connection tenfold.

"Y/n," Kisaki murmurs before clearing his throat. "It's been an amazing ten years with you. I don't think I would have spent them any other way than by your side. Even if, somehow, there was a way to time travel... I wouldn't change a thing about us." Your eyes get misty as he adjusts his foot, trying his best to keep steady in the same empty lot you'd spent years hanging out in. "Loving you has always felt predestined. I hope you'll say yes because I want you to be my wife and because you feel the same about me."

You cover your mouth with one hand, tears sliding down your cheeks. "Yes," you croak softly. "Yes. In every timeline, yes." Kisaki - with trembling fingers - places the ring on your hand and smiles back at you. You both burst into a round of raucous laughter before you pull him in for a deep, longing kiss. "I love you."

"I love you even more," Kisaki whispers, kissing you again and again.

It wouldn't be a revival of memories if Kisaki didn't pull you behind the closest building and kiss you on the mouth one more time before doing something you'd done plenty of times in your younger years.

"You think we'll get caught?"

"We were so good at not getting caught before," Kisaki replies, undoing his belt with haste and kissing down your neck. "I'm sure we've still got it."

"Eight years can change so much," you quip, but Kisaki simply thefts your leg up and anchors your underwear to the side with firm fingers.

"Bet it won't change how good I feel inside of you..." It doesn't take long for Kisaki to ease his cock inside of your wet pussy, dragging his length against your walls agonizingly slow. You shudder as he pulls back, then moan when he pushes in one more time.

Your lips urge him to move faster, and Kisaki obeys eagerly. The brick wall doesn't even chafe anymore, you note. It's just like the old days when you'd sneak off to meet with Kisaki after school and homework. He'd always make sure you'd keep up with your grades, or your little steamy sessions would turn into study sessions. Sometimes, even those became steamy sessions, but trying to make out in a library wasn't as easy as fucking behind the local pawn shop.

The straps on your sundress droop as Kiskai fucks you, his brow furrowed and his focus solely on pleasure. He holds one hand above you on the brick wall, but the other is holding your leg up, giving him more leverage.

"Tetta," you whine, but Kisaki only looks up and smirks. "Tetta, I love you so much..."

"I know, baby," he coos, kissing your lips. "I know. But you've gotta be a little quieter, okay?"

You nod, looping your other leg around his waist. Kisaki grunts, his cock deepening inside of you. Once he's found his footing and perfected his pace, Kisaki doesn't let you have a break, not even for a second.

"That's it," he grunts in your ear. "Your pussy's sucking me right in. You know that, pretty girl?"

"Yeah," you whimper, and Kisaki's hands move to your hips. "Cum in me, Tetta." The request is met with a sloppy thrust, then he keeps going at his pace, trying not to give in too quickly. You run a hand down his back, trailing your fingers over his suit jacket. "We don't need to worry now that I'm your fiance."

"You might get--"

"I know," you counter, smiling into his neck. "I want to."

"Oh, fuck," Kisaki groans, suddenly spilling his cum inside of you. He pulses once, twice, three times, then tries to find his balance. "You almost sucked the soul out of me." The hyperbole makes you giggle, and Kisaki rests his head on yours easily, panting.

"I'd just add it to my 'Kisaki Collection'," you tease.

"You've got my heart, my body, my mind... You might get my soul if you keep at it."

"Challenge accepted," you reply cheekily, then kiss your fiance one last time. "I'm definitely going to win, too."

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[awkwardchick87]

Hi queen ok ummm if you write for kisaki could you please do headcanons on sleeping with him it could be nsfw or sfw anyone you choose but if you don’t wanna do it that’s ok too I hope you have a nice day thank youuu

Oh I have not written for Kisaki before, but I'll give it a shot!

I'm going with last chapter Kisaki.

Tokyo Revengers spoilers under the cut!

c/w - afab reader, soft Kisaki but also dom Kisaki, smut, rough sex, forced orgasm, use of pet names (baby, pretty girl, slut) aftercare.

Sleeping with Kisaki

SFW

He loves holding your hands when you sleep.

He has to be as close as he can to you.

Rubs your back for as long as you want.

Especially likes it when you lay your head on his chest and he has his arm wrapped around you.

He needs to be up early most mornings, but before he leaves the bed, he pulls you closer and kisses the side of your head.

The sun was peeking through the curtains, casting a bright strip of light across his face. Kisaki's eyes fluttered open as he turned his head towards you. Your eyes were still closed. He squeezed your hand before letting go to pull you towards his body. You shuffled back, molding your body against his, "Mmmm, good morning" your groggy voice made him smile.

He lifted his head, bringing you closer so he could plant a kiss on your temple, "Good morning my love" he mumbled beside your ear. "Wish I could stay in bed all day with you, but I have work today."

Turning over, you snuggled closer into Kisaki, draping your arms across his chest, "You should call Koko and tell him you're staying home today"

Kisaki chuckled, "Baby, you know I can't. Koko would be so pissed. Besides, we have our date tonight. I can't wait to see you in your new dress."

Propping yourself up on your elbow, you looked down at Kisaki, "Hmm, yeah, that's right. I'll be waiting for you to pick me up then."

Kisaki sat up, kissing you before shuffling out of bed, grabbing his glasses off the side table and standing to get ready for his day. You smiled at him as you laid back down in bed, stretching out in the warmth of the blankets.

NSFW

A pleasure dom.

Fucks you like he hates you.

Not afraid to use toys.

He will be soft if you ask for it or if you have had a rough day.

Loves when you ride him.

The squelch of your cunt made you blush. Kisaki had you under him, your thighs spread as he pounded into you. The buzz of the vibrator he had against your clit was quickly sending you to another orgasm. You could feel how sticky your thighs were. You had lost count of how many times Kisaki had made you cum. "Come on pretty girl, I can feel your cunt clenching. Cum for me"

His hair was sticking to his forehead as he thrust harder, sending you tumbling over the edge again. Squeezing your eyes shut, your body spasmed under him. You could faintly hear him praising you, "There you go beautiful. Thats it. My good little slut" as he pulled out, finally pulling the vibrator off your soaked pussy.

Taking the chance to catch your breath, you looked up at Kisaki through your lashes as he smirked down at you, "Please, Kisaki, I need a break." he couldn't help but notice the lack of a safe word as he flipped you both over so you were straddling him.

"Oh baby, we're not done yet." He lifted you by the hips, positioning you above his cock, "You have at least one more in there for me, yeah?"

Slowly, you sake down on to his cock, whimpering as he filled you. Tears dotting your lash line, "Yeah, oh f-fuck, yeah I do"

Kisaki hissed through his teeth, his thumb going to your clit to rub harsh circles. You threw your head back as you started grinding on his cock, your next orgasm building quickly. Kisaki bucked his hips up into yours. He could feel the knot in his stomach tightening. "Come on baby, bounce on my cock, Be my good girl and make me cum."

Whining, you lifted your hips and dropped them down. Kisaki groaned, as you fell forward, catching yourself and digging your nails into his chest. "Fuck, Ki, I'm gonna--So fuckin close"

"Yeah baby, go ahead, let go. Cum with me" Rubbing your clit harder, he planted his feet on the mattress and thrust up in time with your bouncing. Your body trembled on top of his as you felt your orgasm wash over you. Kisaki groaned, feeling your cunt clench and flutter around his length, sending him over the edge with you. Hot spurts of cum painted your insides as you gushed around him.

Kisaki pulled you down, on to his chest, kissing your neck and rubbing your back, "Did so good for me baby. Lets get you cleaned up, ok?"

You hummed in response. Your body felt heavy and tired as he shuffled you off of his chest, leaving to get a towel and some water. You watched his back as he left the room, your arms felt like lead as you brought them up to rub your eyes, feeling sleepy.

#Tetta Kisaki #Tokyo Revengers #Awks answers #tokyo revengers smut #tr smut #tokyo rev smut #Kisaki smut #Tetta Smut #Kisaki Tetta smut

[yuichi-ro]

Kisaki x fem!Reader

─ @rae-ryuuguji-sano​ and her “i DoN’t LiKe KiSaKi” agenda 😏 cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, NONCON, voodoo doll/doll affects Kisaki, manipulation, overstim, oral/licking/lots of mouth stuff, rimjob, macro/micro kink themes, mind break, dark content in general, unedited, hastily written lol word count: 2k ─you found an awfully cute doll of Tetta that you can’t keep your hands or mouth off of

“Heh Tetta, look, when I take off the dolls clothing yours comes off too!”

The chipper giggle out of you did not reflect correctly on the things you were doing. To a doll of all things. While his legs trembled and arms heaved as though they were weighted with lead. Tetta looked up through tearful lashes as you continued with your little discovery.

“Please-” His voice had gone from irate brat demanding the toy from your grasp, to that of a man broken and you hadn’t even gotten up from your chair, “Just- Give me the doll already-”

Tipping your head to the side with malicious curiosity written all over your face. He really was in no position to make demands. Not when you pinned the mini Tetta replica doll into your thigh. Grinding it’s soft plush little face into your knee and watching with a gleeful smile as Tetta was forced to the ground. Not on your knee like the doll. No, he was smashed and mushed into the hard marble ground of his apartment.

“God damn it!” Tetta raged, glasses crooked on his dewy face as he couldn’t push off the floor, “I said give me the fucking-”

“What if I-” You pressed both your fingers into the dolls stitched little mouth. Giddy to see the mysertious magic do it’s thing.

Utterly nothing in front of him. Tetta’s mouth was still forced open. Tongue writhing against nothing as his throat bulged ever so slightly. Bright blue eyes widening with drool seeping out around the corners of the invisible object violating his mouth. Making you giggle with you felt nothing but your fingertips against the felt of his mini doll. But Tetta. Oh he was feeling it all.

“Now...lets see about those clothes...” You returned to originally what peaked your interest. As it was done up in the same pin striped suit he was. Slowly and diligently you began shedding layers from the doll’s tiny body. Pinning it of course between your thigh and your hand. Dutifully stripping the toy of it’s outfit. Brimming with joy as you looked out at Tetta sprawled out on the floor at your feet. Each article of clothing you removed from the doll. Being peeled off of his body in the same manner and in the same time. 

Finally arriving at just his boxer briefs. Stripped of all his fancy work clothes. You giggled when he was so very clearly turned on. The head of Toman a perv. But nothing like you imagined. 

With the naked little doll in your lap you tilted your head and watched intrigued as you did what any sane person would do. Twist the little nipples on the doll of course. Watching with a twinge growing between your legs as Tetta doubled over clutching at his bare chest. Moaning about something but you couldn’t quite catch it. Sure it was about stopping. Which you had no intention to do. 

“Doesn’t that feel good Tetta? I can do all these things to you just like you wanted...” You waved the little naked doll in front of him. His grimace replacing the glare previously left on his face. Now he couldn’t form a word to save his life as it seemed like all of him was in your hands. At your mercy of your imagination.

“Please...” He managed. Stuck on his knees on the cool marble floor. Cock tenting in his boxers while the rest of him couldn’t be lifted even if he tried.

“I don’t know love...that seems uncomfortable...maybe if I...” You slipped your finger between the doll’s little thighs. Immediately Tetta doubled over with a whorish moan. Very clearly feeling it as you continued to grind your finger into the crotch of the little toy. 

Cock twitching against nothing. He felt all of the pleasure of it. With none of the visual. Just you across from him rubbing your diligent little finger between the doll’s legs. He couldn’t believe it. No way to think with the heat rising through his body. Knot growing in his stomach. His hands clutching at his chests with the remnants of how you twisted the doll’s nipples made his own buzz with such an odd sensation. Paired with the invisible thing between his legs pressing up along the underside of his clothed cock was simply too much.

Cum spilling out into the fabric of his boxers. Staining the rich fabric with a wet spot. You didn’t cease your rubbing even as Tetta doubled over screaming how it was too much. Not until he his sweat was dripping off his brow, drool seeping from his agape mouth and his body convulsed and shuddered did you finally remove your finger from the doll’s legs.

“Look,” You pointed at the new wet spot on the doll’s matching boxers, “You made him dirty now I have to take it off.”

“No no wait-” His pleas falling on deaf ears.

You lifted little Tetta onto your thigh. Standing him up right to peel his boxers off. Tetta being stripped with arms and legs spread before you. Those boxers that he’d just soiled with his cum being pulled down to free his half hard cock and tossed aside. An already vulnerable man now completely naked before you. 

Inspecting the little thing. It wasn’t very anatomically correct. In fact there was nothing between it’s legs. Very different from what you’d thought when you were grinding your finger between it’s thighs. Even so if it wasn’t there for you to see. The affects still very much happened.

Lifting the doll up you grin as you open your mouth. His protests weak and you not listening. Making the connection as soon as your tongue swished over where the doll’s private parts should have been. Mouth full of felt sure. But the result so very much different on the real end of things.

Tetta brought to his knees again. Clutching and dragging his fingertips across the flooring. Legs trembling as his cock could be seen between his legs twitching and throbbing with each swipe of your tongue over the doll. Devouring it’s little loins. Making sure your lips were as connected as it could be. Suckling even a little bit as you tongue worked over the bare fabric and you giggled with a mouth full of the little Tetta doll.

“Stop- Stop it’s too much!” Tetta’s voice, raspy and breaking with each passing plea from his spit soaked lips. His own tongue repeatedly swiping over his lips as sweat poured down his temples. Body trembling he didn’t feel himself. Didn’t feel in control. Didn’t feel like he’d make it even another second longer at this rate, “I can’t-”

You didn’t stop though. Or lift the doll off your lips. Sucking at the spit soaked fabric of the toy in your mouth. Washing your tongue over it’s tiny little crotch. You knew each time you giggled he could feel the hum of your lips too. With the sight before you. Most powerful man in Toman on his knees trembling like a mutt. And his first load stinking up the room with his boxers only a few feet away from you. You didn’t intend to stop before you saw what this doll could really do.

Just as you wouldn’t stop. Tetta couldn’t control what his body did. Trying to close his legs or have some control over himself. There was nothing he could do as his cum spilled out onto the hard marble floor. Ropes of watery cum after already climaxing once. This time the pleasure mixing with a twinge of pain. He came too soon after his last one. But there was nothing he could do to stop it. Not with your mouth on that evil little doll. Leaving Tetta to dump his load between his shuddering thighs as his cock bounced and twitched in the thin air around it. Feeling like it was buried deep in your warm mouth. While utterly nothing was around him.

“Aww.” You lifted the toy off your lips just enough to talk, “You came already.”

“Please-” Tetta panted. On his hands and knees naked and sweating. Cum cold on the ground between his thighs. 

Simply put you liked this sight too much. And the things the toy was allowing you to do. Well you had more to try.

This time your tongue slipped not just between his little toy legs. No further back. Dipping down against the felt toy’s little butt. And the inhuman gasp that left Tetta as his eyes fluttered open was so very worth it.

Taste of nothing more than fabric on your tongue meant you could go as long as you want. Swishing just the tip of your tongue around the toy’s perky little butt. Pressing into the polyfil of the toy in fact. Grinning with your tongue hanging out your mouth as Tetta utterly fucked out in front of you.

Hair utterly torn from it’s neat and perfect placement. Undone by the sweat beading up all over him now. His chest rising and falling with ragged breathes. You realized with just a tiny toy like this, you could hold it with one hand and play with it with the other. So that’s exactly what you did.

Tongue swirling and stretching his insides from such a simple gesture to the toy. You took to tweaking and pulling at the toy’s nipples again. Full fledged affect felt on Tetta’s side. No longer coherent enough to even speak any words. Just a slough of disgusting pitiful noises falling past his lips. Face down with his ass up in the moment. Watching his hips wiggle this way and that to the rhythm of your tongue. Pushing back even so you pushed harder into the toy. Knowing he was feeling the fulfilling wet warmth of your tongue deep inside him as the toy’s little crotch rubbed against your upper lip and it’s nipples were being rolled between your thumb and forefinger.

Stolen for another orgasm. This one it rightfully felt against his will. As Tetta’s face was pushed into the cold ground. His hips shuddered and his body twisted almost in pain. Swollen purple tip of his cock far past that what looked enjoyable. In fact his entire cock looked abused, puffy and throbbing. Still the smallest shots of watery nasty cum were spit from his slit. Cum oozing down his tip and joining the rest on the ground. In such a smaller amount than before. With the burning pain that resulted in too much all at once. Tetta writhed unable to say anything as he panted with his glasses utterly fucked up on his face now and eyes so heavily lidded you weren’t sure he knew were he was.

Finally drawing the toy away from your mouth. String of spit connecting from it’s felt skin to your tongue. You licked it clean of any excess. Hearing and seeing Tetta gasping and repeatedly shaking his head like that would stop you. But the rub of the fabric against your lips was begining to bore you. So when Tetta regained enough sanity just to look over at you. His body stiffened up when you weren’t setting it aside. Instead he saw you slowly put the toy between your legs. Making him feeling the suffocating sensation around him as you closed your thighs even more.

Nose of the toy pressed to your soaked slit. You bucked your hips up once and giggled, “Well, looks like I’ll ride little Tetta’s face before I get to the big one.”

What sounded like a break. Toman’s mastermind knew better as he watched you shoved the entire face of the doll into your slit. Forcing him to gasp for breath. Tetta wasn’t sure if he was going to survive this but the way his cock twitched feeling the sliminess of your cunt across his entire face all at once. He had no idea where you got this awful devilish object. But he was quickly loosing the will to fight back as his cock twitched between his thighs all over again. The sight of you dragging your cunt over his doll’s face would truly be his undoing. One he’d gladly admit to. 

#this is garbage and i wrote it too fast but #anything to ruin my wife's life -w- #tokyorev smut #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #kisaki tetta smut #kisaki tetta x reader #kisaki smut #tetta kisaki smut #tetta kisaki x reader #kisaki tetta #tetta kisaki #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader

[shoyoist]

ﾟ+* ꔫ — 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 : kisaki tetta.

content: f!reader. femdom, hair pulling, pegging. use of a vibrating strap. wee bit of dumbification if you squint. he's subby<3an: think of that one kisaki panel but he has even longer hair.

— . ｡˚ ♡ kisaki loves certain things you do, that he's too prideful to admit.

thinking about kisaki who grows his hair out, till the ends are flowing just past his shoulders. 

he usually takes care to maintain his appearance and attire, regularly getting his hair redyed, treated and cut, shaving every morning, all that. 

but then, he gets a little more absorbed in his plans and his work, meeting a few unusually difficult obstacles along his path to leading the greatest criminal organisation known to Japan — and within a few months, his hair is hanging around his shoulders in long, wavy locks, a pretty mix of mostly blonde and a little black.

he keeps it tied up for convenience and for a more professional look, pulled into a neat bun or ponytail, most of the time — but by the end of the day, it’s come loose.

a strand coming apart to hang over his right eye, some shorter strands curling at his ears and nape. and he complains so often, that he really should find the time to cut it soon.

but really, he doesn't want to cut it anymore. even if he did, he'd miss it so much.

because every time he's pressed to the bedsheets with your hips flush against his ass, strap vibrating dully as you push it deeper inside him, you card your fingers through that long, beautiful hair, and pull.

it feels so damn good, sends such a thrill up his spine every time, he could cum in an instant.

"y'like it like this, tetta?" you coo, and he's already blushed furious enough, but his face goes hotter still, at your teasing tone. 

your fingers tangle into his hair, when he doesn't reply — your nails scratching at his scalp deliciously, when you grab it all into your fist and push his face into the mattress, cheek squished against the pillow, as you lean down and whisper against the shell of his ear, "where's that pretty mouth of yours, baby? tongue still working in there, or did i fuck your smart little head too dumb for you to be able to talk?"

"i—" it's embarrassing to say it, and kisaki has never thought dirty talk would turn him on until he had you speak to him like this. 

but there's something that just compells him, when you're leaning over his body, hot and slick with sweat against him with how hard you're fucking him, turning him into a flustered mess underneath you with your words, your hands and that damn strap of yours.

"i do — fuck, i do like it."

"good boy," you giggle, rolling your hips in and fucking him even deeper, and he bites his lip, trying to swallow back the moan that bubbles up his throat when you hit exactly the right spot.

and really, kisaki may be a heartless man with a goal ahead of him that he's willing to do anything and everything to achieve for himself — but nothing compares to the way your hand curls into his hair and tugs, before you loosen your grip and let your palm run down the tanned skin of his nape, his back, before coming to a rest at his raised hips.

the way you squeeze, drawing that moan back out from his throat effortlessly, before your hand wanders past the curve of his waist to grab at his cock, that's weeping pitifully for your attention, bobbing against his stomach with each thrust of your strap into him.

"mm—" his vision goes nearly white, when you pump at his tip, dragging your fist all the way down to the base of his cock, slicking his whole length up with the precum that's drooled out, before fucking his sensitive tip through your fingers.

it drives him crazy with pleasure.

the best part, though is when you finally bring him over the edge and make him cum — hot, white ropes of it splattering the sheets under him, right before you place your hand flat against his back and push him down onto the mess he’d just made.

he moans unabashedly then, stormy blue eyes rolling back into his head as he melts into the euphoria of his high.

then, that hand of yours climbs back up to slide its fingers into his long, blonde locks again, the heel of your palm digging into the back of his neck as you curl them into the tousled hair. “you like that?” you repeat one last time, for your own satisfaction.

“hah, i—” he’s cut off when you bend down, your stomach and your tits pressing against him, as you twist his head to a side by his hair, to see his face and give him a kiss on his lips, swollen with the effect of your previous kisses and how he’d been trying to muffle his moans. “i do like it, i already said.”

you laugh, then, a sweet sound into his mouth. “i love you, tetta.” and immediately, he feels so content and consoled inside. because really, that's all he wants, in the end.

to be loved. by you.

you straighten back up after you say it, and he opens his mouth to answer with an i love you too—

but his words are cleaved by another shaky moan that forces itself out of him when you pull the strap out, still throbbing dully, sticky and warm with lube and spit as it leaves his tight little hole.

“i love you, t—mmgh, ah!”

#☆༉ rekha™ #☆༉ ferveloqui. #kisaki smut #kisaki tetta smut #tokyo revengers smut #tr smut #tokyo rev smut #kisaki x reader #kisaki tetta x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tr x reader #tokyo rev x reader #kisaki drabbles #kisaki headcanons #tokyo revengers drabbles #tokyo revengers headcanons

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . KISAKI TETTA ; — you know that kisaki can’t deny you, even when you’re waiting in his office uninvited.

warnings: f!reader, prep + the beginnings of more, exhibitionism / office scenes as always. note: it’s been so long since i’ve written him but i always really enjoy it, even tho i forgot how i actually do it &lt;/3

“anyone could’ve seen you like this, you’re in an office full of men.” kisaki’s tone is unwavering before it’s followed by the click of his office door as it closes, his eyes crawling along your figure as you lay spread out for him on his office desk. there’s bite to his words, but not the type that stings as it’s followed by a drawn out sigh and a careful step closer.

“nobody’s dumb enough to walk into kisaki’s office without knocking first.” you were right, he had rules — privacy, which is why you know this is fine. your thighs are spread, your pussy is wet but his brows twitch at the sound of his last name before he’s slotting himself in the space before you.

“tetta..” you drawl and kisaki feels himself burn at the sound of that name on your lips as he relaxes, feeling your fingertip trace the shape of his jaw while his own squeeze at your hips. his eyes are on yours and there’s a subtle sort of glow in his gaze as you continue. “everyone knows who i belong to.”

“i know. i made sure of it.” he replies quickly, as clean cut and honest as he always is before he pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your lips. the atmosphere in the room is heavy, surrounding you both like a blanket as your hands continue to dance along his skin, smoothing under the collar of his shirt before they tighten and pull him closer for another.

kisaki was powerful, he had an empire, the city in the palm of his hand that was a given — but nothing could make him crumble like a sweet little look from you could, for you, he’d get on his knees and repent. so when he feels your lips on his and your fingers move to tug at his belt, he’s quick to let his hands take over as he makes quick work of the buckle.

“tell me about your day so far, sweetheart.” there’s a carnal drop in his tone despite the sincerity of his question when he pulls himself away, working with the fabric of his shirt as he tugs at his tie and carefully rolls his sleeves up to his elbows.

“i had breakfast and cleaned the apartment..” you begin despite the way your chest heaves with want, your gaze fixated on the way he pulls himself apart for you. every square inch of kisaki tetta was perfectly put together, pressed and tucked — expensive suits and accessories, which is maybe why the realisation he’s about to leave you so messy is so addicting.

“and i—“ your sentence wavers when it’s accompanied by the sudden squeeze of his hand along your thigh, tracing closer despite the way he sends you a look that urges you to continue, sucking on his teeth because you know he won’t keep going until you do.

“—i had a bath.” kisaki hums like he’s listening, he always is, hanging on your every word even though his fingers are tracing higher up your skin until he’s petting through your folds. your fingers grab at the edge of his desk as you exhale, head dropping back to reveal more of your skin to him as he presses another kiss against your pulse point.

“did you have lunch?” he asks again despite the way his fingers press onto your clit with purpose, rubbing at you with two fingers until your breathing is turning to soft pants and your thighs are spreading wider. “answer me, sweetheart.” he asks again before his movements deliberately slow.

“not yet. ah.. i want you tetta.” you whisper, eyes casting kisaki a soft, lustful glance as one of your hands twist in the fabric of his shirt — keeping you steady as you try to grind into more of his touch. he keeps up the pace and pressure until you’re wet enough for him to push two fingers inside, humming before his free hand is petting along your waist.

“we’ll get you lunch after this, you can eat with me.” he’s talking like he’s unbothered, ignoring the second half of your sentence because you’re not prepped yet. but his hair has fallen over his glasses slightly and he suddenly feels too warm under his shirt everytime he looks at you.

kisaki’s pressing his fingers into with angled purpose as they brush against the spongy spot inside of you, languidly pumping them in and out of your wet walls as he swirls gentle circles into your clit with his thumb. his fingers drag more of your slick out as he makes a sloppy mess between your thighs, uncaring about the way it smears along his desk and slacks as you push yourself closer to him.

“i come all the way to your office because i want you and you still buy me lunch? so sweet, tetta.” your words are drawled, the weight of your arousal making them sound whispery and pretty as you giggle. but he feels the sound burn in his bones as his other hand moves to squeeze at your jaw, making you look at him before hes kissing you softly.

it’s breathtaking the way kisaki’s lips move with yours after you’ve teased him, feeling him suck lightly on your tongue as his fingertips tap at your cheeks — a wordless command that you obey so well before he lets you pull away to breathe.

“i know, still so spoiled. but i take care of you.. don’t i, my love?” you’re nodding before he can even finish the sentence because he does, so much so that if he really became the shadows you know you’d hide from the sun forever. so you send him a starry-eyed look that has him pulling his fingers out of you with the next beat, and because he cares for you — he doesn’t give you a moment to whine before it’s immediately replaced by the weight of his cock resting against you.

kisaki's moves like there's no rush as his hand wraps around the shaft, letting himself press against the entrance to your cunt before he's sinking into you with his next exhale. your thighs twitch when he grazes past your swollen sweet spot, making him curse with a mixture of need and delight, and your walls reward the stretch of his cock with an intoxicating squeeze around him, one that's followed by his palm resting around the back of your neck to pull you into him as his head rests in the crook of your neck.

“you’re mine.. fuck—so let me take care of you now.”

© 2023 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

#݁ . ࿓ : sealed #tokyorev smut #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyorev x you #tokyo rev x you #kisaki tetta smut #kisaki tetta x reader #kisaki smut #kisaki x you #kisaki x reader #kisaki tetta x you

[princematcha]

pearls

kisaki tetta x fem!reader

tw: nsfw, dub con collaring i think mdni

You never wore pearls before you met him. He clasped them around your neck while fucking you like an animal from behind, desperate grunts and pants rolling against your neck. He said you deserved them.

Pretty pet like you needs a pretty collar.

You met Kisaki in a shitty bar in Shinjuku, straps of your dress falling down your shoulders, lipstick smeared off and reapplied. Your earring flew off and landed near his black leather Celine’s; and he initially sneered at the sight of the silver-plated brass and rhinestones.

Then you bent over in front of him, picking the piece up with a coquette-ish smile.

How could he sneer at such a fuckable face like that?

Kisaki Tetta took you home that night in his Lexus LFA Nürburgring. He was knuckles deep in you while you rode shotgun, eight inches deep in you when you rode him in his bed.

You haven’t had a day where he wasn’t waiting on the other end of a phone call since then. But he has you as much as you have him, whether you wanted to or not.

You never wore pearls before you met Kisaki, and you’ll never take them off without him.

Because only he has the key to unlock it.

#I will probably never write for Tokyo revengers ever again I was just thinking and listening to Lana #kisaki tetta x reader #kisaki tetta thirst #kisaki tetta smut #tw dubcon #tokyo revengers thirst #is this yandere???? I don't think so???? #but yeah first and last time for tr writing I think #I just don't want to make another part of my masterlist #matcha.spills

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Kisaki x female Latina reader

Rivals to lovers

Sub reader

Reader is a spy for takemichi and gets caught

Reader and Kisaki hate each other but what happens when they find out their soulmates

Fluff to smut

Soulmate au

Hey! I can't really fit enemies to soulmates in a one-shot (That's more of a slow burn series), but I did as much as I could! Thanks for requesting!

Play Your Cards Right: Kisaki Tetta x Fem!Reader

wc: 944

tw: smut

masterlist

"Don't act like you know me." The gun pressed to your temple moves gently, nudging your head to the side. You want to speak up, to tell him the lies you've been primed to share, but Kisaki doesn't ask a single question. "Drop the act. I know what you're doing."

You raise a shaking hand to wipe your hair away from your face, looking to your left to eye the taller man standing beside you with the weapon primed to kill you. You swallow hard, then look back at Kisaki, inhaling to keep calm.

"What are you going to do to me?"

It isn't a question of what Kisaki will do to you; it's really how long you have left to live. You'd seen what he did to people who were traitors. You know what's coming to you.

"I'm going to wring you for as much information about Takemitchi as you'll give me, and then..." Kisaki raises his brow. "Then we'll see."

"You've gotta get me out of here," you whisper to the black-haired man guarding the door.

"I don't make the rules," he sighs, slapping a card down on the table. "I just follow what Kisaki tells me."

"All the time?" you wonder, pulling at your wrists tied behind your back. "Don't you ever want to just... do your own thing?"

"I am doing my own thing," he mumbles. "Now stop talking to me. I need to focus."

"I'll make you a deal," you hiss. "If you get me out of here, I'll get you whatever you want."

"I already have plans for you," the man mentions, smiling at you slyly. "But just wait. You'll serve your purpose... if you want to get out of here." Minutes tick by as you stare the man down, hoping he'll change his mind and say he's joking, but nothing remains of his former statement except the sound of moving cards.

The revelation of your purpose comes later that night when the man - Hanma - unties you from the chair and lets you stand slowly. "You need to take a shower." It's less of a suggestion and more of a command, so you find yourself under the hot stream of water provided by the basic bathroom fixture. But the threat of "no more than fifteen minutes" looms over your head, and you soap up quickly, praying to god that Hanma wouldn't burst in on you naked.

You barely make the finish time, wrapping the towel around your shaking form as Hanma opens the door and tosses something at you. You unfold the item and find that it's just a robe. As you look at Hanma, you watch him inhale and then speak.

"Listen. My boss needs to know that there are other... women out there and that just one of them won't make or break his life. If you get in there and seduce him, then I can see if something can be worked out." You choke back a resounding "no".

"What happens if I don't want to?" you whisper.

"Then you'll find out what happens when neither of us gets our way." Don't worry," Hanma grins. "I'll give you two something to ease you along the way."

Kisaki feels the tightening in his chest ease as you lean over him. He's not sure what's going on, but he feels his body respond to how you whisper his name.

"Tetta," you sigh. "You can touch me, you know?" Tetta raises his hands to smooth them down your warm thighs, up to your calves, and around your hips.

Kisaki isn't sure if it was the water he drank or the pill Hanma had given him that he said "would ease his mind," but this wasn't on the agenda. This was in the plan.

"Listen," you moan again, your mouth hovering dangerously close to his. "Can you hear that?" Kisaki lazily angles his head toward the direction you're leaning and strains to hear anything besides the hammering of his heart. "It's like chimes."

"We have a..." He's losing the word for it, and his mouth goes dry as the swell of your breasts peeks out from under the robe. "A..."

"It sounds nice."

"It does..." Kisaki can't help but notice that your hands are on him everywhere and you're kissing him and he's stuck, lying underneath you like a limp doll. But he loves every second of it.

He loves every moment of your body on top of his, under his, around his... And you seem to love it too, holding on to him, praising him, moving your hips in tandem with his. Words escape him as your pussy robs over his unclothed cock, and sinks onto his length with ease.

"Kisaki, you feel so good..."

Why would he go back to pining after Hina when this... this is all he needed? This is all he wanted?

Tetta thrusts upward at your liking. Measuring your enjoyment and pleasure by the sounds and faces you make was easy. The hard part seems to be not cumming too fast.

"Hey, hey, slow down...." Kisaki breathes, wiping his forehead. "Take it easy." You whimper and glance at him from behind, pursing your lips as you come to a stop.

"Please cum in me, Tetta." It seems to be the magic word, the undone trigger, the final spell. Tetta twitches inside you without warning, draining years of pent-up frustration and confusion all in one night.

When he wakes up the next morning, your body curled into his, he can't help but think... Who is Hina again?

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[n-nemu]

KISS ME MORE

Keiko can't help but be needy with her husband, and Kisaki, being a lovely husband, lets his wife's brattiness slip by giving her what she wants. While they make love, Keiko realizes that her husband was so in love with her and had moved on from his infatuation with his childhood crush, Tachibana.

parings. toman!kisaki tetta x fem!original character

genre. fluff, smut

tags. explicit sexual content, mentions of blood, pregnancy, food play, food kink, oral fixation

word count: 3.2k

Loud chatterers can be heard as they approach the meeting place, arms entwined as they walk along together. "Aren't we having fun?" Kisaki greeted his fellow Toman members as they entered the meeting room.

"Good evening, Sir!" Everybody bowed, greeting him with high respect.

"Enough with formality, guys!" he beamed, shutting his eyes as he smiled radiantly.

"You don't usually show up for our admin meetings, Kisaki-san," Hanma informed, smiling back at Kisaki.

"I've got minor business to deal with, and oh...I hope you don't mind; I brought my wife along with me. Kisaki stated. Everyone looked at the beautiful woman beside Kisaki. Looking at her from head to toe, everyone can tell that Kisaki Tetta has a taste in women.

The woman is average in height; she was wearing a short slip dress, the color of the gold silk enhances the flawlessness of her skin tone. Her neckline, bareback, and chest were exposed wearing such a skimpy dress, showcasing her clever inverted neck with beautiful necklaces dangling around it.

Everyone looked at her with admiration others were shocked, well, except Hanma Shuji, he knows that Kisaki is already married. "Hello!" she greeted in her sweetest tone, smiling sweetly, pressing her eyes closed together.

"Good evening, Ma'am!" Just like her husband, she was welcomed with respect.

"Oh, just call me Keiko..." she introduced herself. A vibe. Kisaki Keiko, Kisaki's beloved wife, got that rich girl L.

"It's occasionally rare to see the both of you together." Hanma walks towards Keiko to kiss the back of her hands as an act of greetings. Hanma's respect for Keiko is just like his respect for Kisaki. They have been friends since high school.

Kisaki shrugs, messaging the back of his neck. "Keiko wants to spend time with me as much as possible now that she's pregnant," Kisaki explained, encircling his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Pregnant!" A guy with a sexy push-back hairstyle exclaimed, his shoulder tensed, looking at Kisaki and Keiko. "I-I m-mean congratulations!" he stammered, congratulating the couple.

"Thank you, Takemichi." Kisaki thanked, patting Takemichi's shoulder. So, that was Takemichi Hanagaki? Keiko thought in the back of her mind.

"So shall we start the meeting?" Hanma concurred, taking his seat.

"Here, you may sit here, Keiko-chan." Takemichi offered his seat to Keiko to sit beside her husband, but it was a surprise when she refused. "No, it's fine. I prefer to sit on his lap."

Hanma and Kisaki chuckled. "I'm sorry, she's been clingy the whole day. I think it's the hormones," Kisaki excuses.

"Come here, sweetheart." Kisaki patted his lap, signaling his wife to take a seat. Keiko sat down sideways; she buried her face in the crook of his neck, hugging him.

"Kisaki-san, do you think it's okay your wife to talk about business, y-you know the illegal kinds of stuff, she looks mindless about our agenda." Mucho wonders. Keiko might look so innocent behind her beautiful face. Little did they know the sultry come within her.

"My wife doesn't mind, and she knows about our business," Kisaki assured, caressing his wife's hair as she took her little nap in his arms, "Right, love?" Kisaki added.

Keiko hums as a reply; she was busy prepping her husband's neck with soft kisses. She knows what kind of a person her husband is and what type of job he does. At first, she was against it, but throughout the time, she just got used to it, with her husband going home with blood-stained in his suit.

As the meeting goes by, so as the increase of her arousal, being pregnant makes her horny, but her OB-GYN says it's okay because many women will experience increased libido, especially late in the first trimester and beyond hormones are high. Also, the blood flows to sexual organs, breasts, and vulva increases, heightening sexual pleasure.

"Tetta, I want you..." she whispered to his ears.

Kisaki shifted his attention to his wife, looming his ears closer to her so he could easily hear her. "Later, can you see I'm still on a meeting? I'm sure you can wait, darling?" Kisaki instructed his wife, averting his gaze back to his fellow Toman member.

"But Tetta, I'm so horny, baby, please..." Keiko begged.

"Be patient and wait." He shrugged her off, making her pout, and rolled her eyes in disapproval. Kisaki is being mean and selfish, she thought.

Keiko bit her lower lip, Kisaki gave her no choice. SHE slid her hands inside Kisaki's pants rubbing his clothed crotch. Her hand travels from her legs to his pants, slowly unbuckling and unzipping his belt and zipper without a sound.

A smile plastered in her face, a little teasing wouldn't hurt. "Tetta..." she called. The friction of her hands and the fabric of his brief made him groan, but her little teasing wouldn't shake his composure, yet his wife's sudden behavior tensed him.

"Saki..." she murmured hotly into his ear.

Kisaki chooses to ignore his wife to be focused on the meeting, but Keiko being a whore for his attention, did her best to get it.

"Daddy..."

"Yes, darling?"

"I want your cock. I want a parfait on your cock, and I want to lick and enjoy it like a stubborn little brat." She begged, squeezing his cock between her tights.

Keiko pressed her lips together as she continued rubbing his cock. She can feel his erection grow. And that's where Kisaki snapped, and he faked a cough, "Ahem."

"Something wrong Kisaki-san?" Hanma wonders.

"Do you guys happen to serve a parfait? My wife is craving for it." Kisaki inquired, simply distracting everyone's attention as he took his wife's hands away from his pants.

"Yes, sir, we serve parfait of any flavor. Which do you prefer?" The attendant asked, waiting for their order.

"Chocolate-strawberry," Keiko answered in a grumpy tone. She didn't like Kisaki brushing her off like that.

"It seems that your wife is getting bored with our meeting." Haruki Hayashida conversed. Kisaki and Keiko's eyes met, she instantly looked away from his oppressive gaze.

Kisaki sighed. "Yeah, she is. So if you excuse me, gentlemen, I would like some time with my wife. Please continue the meeting without me." He requested and guided his wife to stand up from his lap as he rose from his seat.

"Bring that parfait to the room I booked. We decided to spend the night here." Kisaki relented to the attendant.

"Hanma take care of the things here," he ordered before pulling his wife into his grasp.

There was a moment of silence between them as they headed to the room they reserved for a night; Kisaki noticed the uneasiness of his wife. He coughed, getting his wife's attention, "Ahem, what do you think you did back there? You're being naughty, love," he commented.

Keiko rolled her eyes in annoyance. "I don't know Kisaki. What did I do?" she mocked him, leaving him as she walked straight ahead of him.

"Kei-baby~" Kisaki seduced to loosen up her mood. He wrapped his arms around her shoulder, pulling her into a hug as they bounced their self in the sofa, cuddling and settling in the room. "I thought you're not into PDA?" he wonders.

"That's an expectation!"

Kisaki tittered. "Does your offer still stand?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"Let me think about it-hm..." she pondered, placing her index finger on her lips as she carefully thinks about it before making a decision, "So now you're horny? My offer still stands," she said, and a mischievous smile creeps into her mouth.

Kisaki hummed, smiling at her, but before anything else happened, someone knocked on the door, completely ruining their mood, "Who the fuck is that?" Keiko cursed.

"I think it's your parfait." Kisaki stood up from the couch to get the door, and he was right; it was her strawberry chocolate parfait.

Kisaki thanked the attendant for aiding his wife's craving, giving him a tip. Kisaki licked his lower lip, looking at his wife as he walked toward her holding a delicious-looking parfait. "Looks too delicious, but I bet it's tastier in your lips." Sultry lingers in his voice.

They exchanged smirked at one another, having the same thought. "Let see, why don't you try it, babe?" she chirped as she licked her lower lip temping him to kiss her.

Kisaki slowly loomed closer to his wife, scooping the parfait using his index finger; he cupped her cheeks as he slowly smeared the ice cream in her lower lips to her cheeks. He moved his hands to her mouth, opening it with his thumb and index finger and letting her suck on his finger, licking the leftover parfait in his fingers.

Kisaki didn't give her a chance to lick the excess ice cream in her mouth by calming her lips, pulling her into a deep and sensual kiss, the warm feeling of her breath, although destabilizing, was inviting. He slid his tongue between her parted lips and began exploring her mouth with his tongue.

Their kiss lasted for twenty seconds, they both panted in unison. "That was hot, and you're right. The parfait tastes delicious in our lips," Keiko exclaimed, making her husband chuckle.

"But I think it tastes better with your cock..." she mumbles seductively, trailing her fingers from his chest down to his pants.

"I guess I don't need to tell you what to do, huh?" Kisaki mentioned as he leaned his back on the couch, letting the softness of the cushion sallow him as his wife positioned herself between his legs, slowly going down to unbuckle and unzip his belt and pants.

Keiko tugged down the waistband of his brief, his cock sprang free from the confines of his brief, the red mushroom tip slapping against his navel before pointing away from his body. Her mouth watered as she stared at it, thinking how the parfait would taste in his manhood.

She grabbed the highball glass from the center table, scooping the ice cream from the glass and gently applying, smearing, and rubbing it on Kisaki's loin. He groaned as an intimate reaction to the coldness of the desert.

"Fuck this! Ahh~" he hissed.

"Already groaning and hissing, huh? I haven't sucked you yet!" Keiko teased, rubbing and squeezing his cock.

"Fuck you!" Kisaki cursed. His wife is very good at this teasing and over-simulating him.

"Oh, you will!" she jabbered, and her hand rubbed his cock up and down, making the pre-cum leaking from his tip. As soon as his cock was covered by the ice cream, she started to lick his tip and then prep it with kisses from the bottom to the top.

Kisaki is panting heavily, and his hands gripped down to his tights as she licked his tip. Placing a few kitty licks to simulate him made him more rigid to moan. Her mouth wrapped around him, cleaning off the ice cream from his cock, her hands messaging his ball, and her eyes were focusing on him.

"Suck it like a good wifey." He smiled slyly, causing her to lower her head onto him, all the way down until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, activating her gag reflex; his cock was throbbing inside of her wet carven.

She tried to pull her mouth off him, but to her dismay, he had a steady grip on her hair and locked her head between his legs, leaving her no choice but to suck it up.

Kisaki couldn't help himself to dig his fingers into her scalp because of the extreme pleasure she was giving him. He began to thrust his hips against her face.

Looking up to him with almost teary eyes, Keiko wonders if she satisfies her husband. His grey eyes were locked into her mouth, admiring the drool that seeped out as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper to her throat.

She got enough with her mouth, a thick threat of saliva connected to her mouth to the tip of his cock when he pulled out. Kisaki pulled his wife into his lap, hugging her as he undressed her from the back.

Discarding the beautiful golden silk dress from her body, Kisaki lifts and carries his wife towards the bed, laying her down as her back hits the soft mattress of the bed.

Standing up from his position, it's a simple matter for him to tug down her panties.

She's now completely naked in front of him, legs pressed together as bashfulness hits her nerves. Kisaki tapped her legs to spread it for him, "Spread your legs, baby."

Like his obedient wifey, she did what she's told, spreading her legs and exposing her glistening cunt of him. Kisaki smirked, looking at her pretty pussy that was only made for him; he licked his lips before positing himself down to her.

Kisaki spits in her pussy, his saliva drip down in her pussy to her ass, rubbing it, smearing his saliva all over her. He spread her folds wide open and rubbed his whole palm across her cunt.

Kisaki slid his index finger into her slit. He sluggishly thrust his finger into her core-moving it back and forth with his thumb pressing in her clit.

He added another finger into her slit once more before facing his palms upward. "Do you like how I finger you, babe?" Keiko nods. His fingers are enough to bring pleasure for her.

"Use your words, and I don't take a nod for an answer."

"Y-yes," her voice was horsed, almost begging for her husband to go faster.

Kisaki was relentless. Her legs were wide and spread open for him, he then lowered his face to her pussy, and a wet lick from the asshole to the clit made her squirm in the tingling sensation of his tongue pressing in her mound. He started lapping it as he pumps in his finger at her inside. His pace was sloppy and making her more and more rigid and engorged.

But even with his slow pace, he could make her cum. His finger is long enough to make her cum. "Oh, Tetta, please fuck me already! I want you to fill my pretty pussy with your cum!" she mewls, making Kisaki grant her wish.

Kisaki aligned his tip in her entrance. He started teasing her, his cock was gently poking and rubbing her slit, but he never pushed it in. "Saki-baby please, enough teasing!" she mewled, making a move grinding her pussy to his cock.

"So impatient," Kisaki slapped his cock in her pussy. You just lie there and let me do the work." He ordered. Just keep your legs open."

He pushed her legs up and got between them, her ankles resting between shoulders, entering her with one sharp thrust. Kisaki-ah..." she squealed.

His cock fit so well, making her think that they were both made for each other.

Keiko's body swerved up in pleasure, and he got her eyes rolling back to her skull when he licked and sucked her taut nipples like a pro.

She clutches a fistful of his hair, running his gelled hair, and she squirms, "Kisaki, oh my~ fuck, more please more!"

He shifted his face to her neck and started leaving wet kisses and love marks; he was marking his property. Mine mine mine..." he whispered between his kisses.

"More-ngh!" Kisaki thrust his pace more forcefully. Keiko bit her bottom lip as she gripped the bedsheet. Her mouth sent out muffled moans.

"How many times we've fucked before?" Kisaki asked. Her legs start shaking at the tension, her folds squeezing at the pain. Kei-baby, loosen up. It's too tight," he said, pinching her cunt.

"I love you so much, my pretty wifey." speeding up his face, he focused on her face and body. He wants to cry, seeing his wife's eyes glistening in tears because of pleasure. He pressed his lips on her, moving in sync as he pumped his cock inside her.

"I promise to be a good daddy, I'll take care of you and our little one," he exclaimed and groaned. As her walls squeezed onto his, his cock throbbed inside her. To her ears, his words were gibberish; all coherent thought in her brain had vanished, replaced with a mantra about how badly she needed to come.

Throughout the years, Keiko assumed Kisaki was still in love with his childhood sweetheart, Tachibana. But the person he is in love with right now is she and only her. Kisaki is still acting as Toman's number two to ensure his family's safety, and especially they are expecting their first child shortly.

Everything feels so good; Keiko is about to lose her composure. Oh," she whined, feeling the tight coil building up in her tummy, "Kisaki, I'm coming."

"Go ahead and cum all over my cock." He encourages her, smiling at her. His hands reached for her best, fondling it to give her extra pleasure.

"I love you, dear, ah ~" she convicted, moaning like a mess. Keiko's nails dug into the mattress as his cock battered her cervix. He cummed all over his cock, making the hot sticky liquids drip off his cock.

She was a mess, whimpering, squirming, and her cum wouldn't stop oozing out from her. Kisaki cums after her, cock twitching in her pussy fiercely. He kissed her forehead for doing the job well done, staying still under him.

Kisaki stands peer at her cunt, wanting to see her cute little pussy all battered and used.

"Baby, drink this so that you won't be dehydrated." He grabs the water bottle from the nightstand giving it to his wife. He helps her sit up to drink the water.

After that, he laid down beside her, pulling her into a hug, spooning as they cuddle each other. "Rest and sleep, and I'll clean you up later." He said, placing a kiss on her forehead once again.

"How about your meeting?" she wonders.

"They can wait; what matters is you, my love..."

Keiko smiled before nuzzling her face in her husband's chest, "Goodnight, hubby."

"Goodnight, wifey."

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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[kisakis-boyfriend]

Taking their virginity

Pairings: Takemichi, Mikey, Hakkai, Yuzuha, and Kisaki x reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom for all characters, praise, dacryphilia (Takemichi, Kisaki)

Genre/Format: Smut; Scenarios

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Imagine virgin Takemichi who blushes at the simplest of gestures. Looking away when you hold his hand in public to hide his red cheeks, squeaking in surprise when you give him a peck on the cheek, and lord help him if you hug him from behind, he'll be stifling soft moans just from being in that position

Virgin Takemichi who wants to have sex with you, but every time he thinks about it he just gets so flustered 🥺 Any time you've tried to initiate sexy times he has to stop you, saying that he's “Just not ready yet”, though the bulge in his pants is quite obvious...

Virgin Takemichi's gasps fill the room when you finally push him down onto the couch and start fingering him, kissing his neck and telling him how good he's doing so far

Virgin Takemichi who leaves scratch marks all over your back as you pound into his pretty ass, whispering in his ear about how much he turns you on. “Fuuuck baby you're so tight, feels sooo good~ ”

Virgin Takemichi who's a sobbing mess by the time you've both reached an orgasm. You sit up and pull him against your chest, cooing praises and petting his head while he relaxes

-

Imagine virgin Mikey who doesn't mind PDA, even initiating it himself sometimes. Who'd gladly hold your hand or kiss you in public, but sex? Sex with you? The intimacy of such a thing is kinda scary...

Virgin Mikey who finds it hard to look you in the eye when you bring it up, he's just never thought about doing this before, but he trusts you, so he agrees to try it soon

Virgin Mikey who's currently laying on top of your sheets naked, he looks so small like this with his legs closed shyly and his arms resting near his head. He moans softly when you start touching him, hands exploring every inch of his body, complimenting him between kisses all over his skin

Virgin Mikey who clings to you desperately while your dick slides in and out of him, his hole squeezing your dick and sucking you in, his arms wrapped tightly around your neck and face buried in the crook of your neck, moaning about how damn good this feels. “Y-yes—!! Harder! F-feels amazing, y/n ”

Virgin Mikey who's out of breath afterwards, panting against your shoulder, looking down where some of your cum is leaking out of his hole. You rub his back soothingly while he comes down from his high, telling him how good it felt to be inside of him

-

Imagine virgin Hakkai who freezes up whenever you bring up having sex with him. It's not that he doesn't want it, he's just nervous as all hell... What if he messes up? What if he says something stupid in the middle of it? What if you realize you don't like having sex with him? What if– His thoughts are cut off by you kissing him, almost as if you knew his self-doubts were running rampant again

Virgin Hakkai who whimpers when you push him against the wall and reach into his pants to stroke his dick. He has to cover his mouth to muffle his moans when you speed up, his precum covering your hand and smearing all over his boxers

Virgin Hakkai who's currently folded in half, taking your dick so deep inside of him, grunting as you rail him with fervor. “Fuck—!! Fuck me harder...y-yeah– Aaahh—!! ”

Virgin Hakkai whose chest is heaving by the time you're done with him, cumming all over him and telling him how amazing that was, kissing him as you both start to calm down

-

Imagine virgin Yuzuha who invites you over to watch movies with her all day, with intentions to simply have a nice date night with you, not realizing that it would evolve into something intimate. You've both brought up sex before, but it was never quite the right time, and you didn't want to pressure her to do it before she was ready

Virgin Yuzuha who squirms under the blankets as the night goes on, even if you're not watching anything raunchy she still got worked up and needs relief. She tried to discreetly touch herself, slipping a hand under her panties, spreading her wetness around and fingering herself, glancing over at you to make sure you didn't notice

Virgin Yuzuha who squeals when she starts touching her clit, finally grabbing your attention when you look at her and ask if she's ok. The deep blush on her face and the movement under the blankets tells you exactly why she made that noise

Virgin Yuzuha who quickly gets pulled into your lap, you lift up her skirt and see her soaked panties, chuckling at how desperate she must be. She whines when she hears you laughing at her and you turn her head towards you to kiss her as an apology. You slide your hand into her panties and lube your fingers up with her wetness then start circling her clit, making her roll her hips to get more friction

Virgin Yuzuha who cries out as you bounce her on your dick, cursing and moaning while you fuck into her like you can't live without the feeling of her pussy clenching around you. “Aah~ Fuck that feels good... Mmph please...fuck me, y/n ”

Virgin Yuzuha who's collapsing onto your chest as soon as she cums all over you, your own cum dripping down her thighs. She sighs when she feels you hug her and tell her that she was such a good girl for you

-

Imagine virgin Kisaki who “doesn't have time for sex”, claiming that he doesn't need it or has no interest. Yet he always gets so flustered when you make the tiniest gestures or just brush against him accidentally, his breath hitching because you touched his arm or grabbed him by the hips to kiss him

Virgin Kisaki who finally breaks down and admits that he does want to get fucked by you. You pushed him down onto the couch and started kissing his neck, surprising him and causing his cheeks to become warm again. You tugged at the waistband of his pants and teased him, saying how you wanted to make him feel so good because you love him, and he finally relented, “F-fine...but you better not disappoint me”

Virgin Kisaki whose face is pushed against the mattress as your cock stretches him open, muffled moans leaving his lips with every sharp thrust into his hole. You grab his hips and pull him closer to you, now balls deep inside of him and humping into him while he whines

Virgin Kisaki who cries when you flip him over and lean down so that your chest is flush against his, burying your face in his neck and sucking marks onto his skin. You tell him how he feels amazing and that you love him and the tears fall down harder, overwhelmed by you pounding his ass and the genuine affection you're expressing

Virgin Kisaki who arches his back when you cum inside of him, whimpering as you fill him up and soothe your hands over his body, praising him for how well he can take you

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[animeangel21]

After you give him head or if he stops you while you’re giving him head he’s gonna kiss you. He is going to stick his tongue down your throat, lick the pre cum and drool off your lips and chin.

If he shoots his load in your mouth expect him to have a very sloppy make out session with you after because, he knows he takes care of himself and he wants to make sure it’s just right for ya.

Plus he alwaus says to himself fuck all that masculinity bullshit, he knows he taste good in your mouth

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[arlerts-angel]

❝HOW CAN YOU KNOW HOW TO LOVE IF YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND AGAIN?❞

this one's for those with fuckboy tendencies! you're their favorite game to play.

a/n: some of these may be out of character, don't worry — it's just for the fic! i really like how this came out regardless 😌 18+ MDNI

cw: various characters x afab!reader, mean!dom characters, porn with no plot, overstim (f), dacryphilia, penetrative sex (piv)

he knows you're sitting by your phone waiting for him to text.

he gets off on making you wait... it keeps you on your toes. it's a sick mindgame and he's the only one having fun.

he strings you along, leaving you on read for hours until his cock starts to ache. his hand won't satisfy him, though. he needs his oblivious little cocksleeve.

even he doesn't know why you let him fuck with your head like you do. maybe you're just as twisted as him for enjoying the way he toys with your mind (and body).

it's just that when he's good, he's just so good. he eats your pussy like it's his last meal. the way he swirls his tongue on your clit and fucks his fingers into you is criminal. the way he fucks you like you're nothing, too. there's not a drop of care for you when his cock bullies against your cervix, nor your overstimulated clit from your fourth orgasm.

the only thing he loves more than your cum on his sheets are your tears. he loves making you cry. "fuckin' crybaby. you can take it. 'm almost there." he groans. "too much–! 's too much... please–!" you cry. he grins devilishly at your whines before his face contorts. "fuck–!" he hisses and pulls out to cum on your ass.

he's terrible at aftercare, but he's kind enough to let you stay the night. "you know where the towels are if you wanna shower. try not to wake me up." he grumbles and gets into bed.

the next morning when you get home, he's already texting you.

"you left and didn't say bye?"

aw. maybe he does care.

tetta kisaki, light yagami, eren jaeger, hanma shuji, nishio nishiki, ayato kirishima, zeke jaeger, bertholdt hoover, connie springer, jean kirstein, suguru geto, toji fushiguro

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