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yurmomsawh0r · 1 year

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Mᴜᴛᴇ ᴘᴛ. 2// 18+ MDNI!!!

Warnings: Physical Abuse, violence, murder, P in V intercourse, Oral (m. Receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, cervix kissing, afab! Mute reader! [Reader suffers from ptsd] Mental abuse. Infidelity, exhibition if you squint.

Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Megumi, Daisuke, Iwaizumi, Uzui, Tanjiro, Levi, Muzan, Itachi, Kaneki, Seshomaru, Ban, Hak,

Omggggg! I was going to make this the last one but I'm gonna do another part because I had an IDEAAAA LOLLLLLL

Part 1, Part 2, part 3

Enjoy!!!!

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The days had quickly gone by since you came to live in Seattle. You looked out the window to the cold streets filled with the white blankets of snow filling every corner and crevice.

Although you had on extra layers, you couldn't help but let the shivers scourge all throughout your body. You looked up peaking a glance at the brooding man across from you. He was typing away on his phone - not a care in the world.

Certainly not caring about the simple fact that he had just bought another human being - like her life was just disposable as the cost of money.

He hasn't said a word to you since you both had left your husband's estate, and that was almost two hours ago. His (h/l) (h/c) hair swept gracefully lining his face in a perfect frame.

Broad shoulders peaking from under his dress shirt and his legs crossed over his knee at the ankle.

You couldn't help but find the brood attractive. Taking a quick whiff, you could smell the cologne that filled your nostrils. He smelled nice, but that didn't mean he was anything as such.

A click of a button indicated that he had shut his phone off, sending you back on alert. You had been so wrapped up in the musky scent he was spreading, you almost forgot about the predicament you were in.

You had forgotten the possibility of him being worse than your husband. You were already mute, and that alone made it easier for him to get away with his dirty deeds.

The thought made your toes curled. You looked away from your captor, trying to draw away any unwanted attention from him.

- Once again, you were trapped with no way of escaping.

"Don't look so upset. No harm will come to you." The baritone from his voice startles you. Sitting up straight, you keep your head down - showing a single sign of submission. Too afraid to glance in his eyes incase he takes it as disrespect ; unleashing an unown terror upon your body.

A beating that your body couldn't take again.

"Y/n, look at me."

Like an alluring lull pulling her from the depths of her darkness - you quickly glanced up at him. As if his command was law.

"You are safe with me, no harm will come to you. Do you understand?" He commands you again. Even though his words were harsh and demanding, there was a hint of soften in his tone. A delicate strum of gentleness to sooth your neverending thoughts.

You only nod as your response. The only response that you could give.

With a sigh, he goes back to silence - leaving you to wonder about your new life to come.

♡

• 1 year later •

The maids were bustling around trying to get preparations ready for the big ball tonight. Underground organizations of all criminals alike. Even the standard business tycoons and government officials come crawling from the facade they put on just to get away from all the press and paparazzi.

The party would be held on one of (New husband's name) estates. When you first arrived here you were struck with awe. The front gates had obsidian black iron bars that held the initials of his name upon them. The long drive way was paved with marble tiles that rounded all the way to the from the entrance, centered with a stone fountain that spouted water from it's pipes.

The outside was grand but held simplicity to it. Not to over done but created with equal amounts of grandeur and contempt. To put it simply, it looked like money.

As most of the butlers and maids were zipping back and forth to make sure everything was perfectly inplace, some of them had other discretions mind.

Your husband had always been a very private person. Very private indeed. He was never one to expose his affairs to anyone, but the moment he laid eyes on you, he wanted to take you and lock you in the highest tower his money could buy. You were too perfect, to beautiful for unwanted eyes to see.

He wanted to hold you, caress you, kiss you. . . . Fuck you. Anything to have you near him. Buying you wasn't his best action but he didn't know what else to do, so he did what he always did when he wanted something. Exude dominance and use his wealth.

He would say he's no different from your husband, but how could he even compare himself to that man. How could you!

You both couldn't. Not when he made you feel so good.

"You gotta keep quiet Mrs. [h/l/n], you wouldn't want those pesky maids listening, now would you?" He whispered haughtly into your ear while his fat member rubbed against your walls.

He would never let them see you, but he damn sure was going to let everyone know who you belonged to. "I-I can't [h/n]" your walls fluttered around him - all because he called you by his name. Your new name. One that you've come to love so much more.

He groaned thrusting upward into you. You felt so good around him. Gushy walls spilling it's contents onto his boxers. You essence created a white ring from the friction.

He was big and thick, nothing like you'd ever felt before. You squeeze onto his shoulders, bouncing harder on his lap as he gripped your backside to help you chase your 3rd release. You didn't care who heard you.

You wanted everyone to hear you. To hear how this man fucked you into oblivion. To let them know he fucked your voice back into you. To let them know he washes away all your pain and sorrow.

He gripped your waist, pulling you up from off of him. The sudden action causing a wet 'pop' sound to echo throughout his office.

Behind the closed doors, the service memebers still listened in on the erotic sounds. Their bodies hot and bothered from only just the sounds their lord and lady made. As if they could feel every grunt and moan course through them.

You were now bent over her his desk - slipping your kryptonite back into you so effortlessly - rutting into you with perfect rhythm. You stood on the tips of your toes to accommodate him. His desk was kinda high [Levi is gonna be tall in this so hush lmao!ヾ(≧▽≦*)o] so all the pressure of his length was to much - the only way to alleviate the pain was to stand as high as you could.

He pulled his hips back, snapping them forward against the soft pads of your cheeks. Watching them jiggle with every thrust. He wouldn't dare to let anyone see this wonderful sight that belonged to him.

This was his very personal and private show - only to be viewed by none one. He loved the way you quivered and moaned. From every lick to your neck, to the biting of your soft flesh. He wanted to own you in the best way possible.

From behind he gripped your mounds, pulling you back harder against him. "Let them hear you." He grunted, not caring for his earlier words. Rutting faster into you. Your yelps increased as his speed did.

You were going to cum again, and you could tell it was going to be a big one. "Who's making you feel this fucking good baby?"

"'-ts you h/n. You make me feel so -ahh!!" Your body convulsed as your orgasm struck your [b/t] body.

You lifted one leg on top of his desk to help steady you. Juiced from your cunnie flew on his Armani suit pants but could care less. All he seemed to care about was helping you reach your release - which would soon be followed by him stuffing you full if his seed.

Your ass clapped back against him as his thrust got sloppy, letting you know he was close. He held your hips in place, giving one final thrust - stilling himself.

"Ahhh ffuck!" His pulsing tip kissing the entrance of your cervix. His body jerked against your, and your fluids mixing well together as he spilled into you.

You felt his warm seed spilling from you as well as it's warmth frothing your walls.

You flinched as he pulled his now flaccid cock from you, your mixed bodily fluids fall onto his expensive carpet. His new favorite carpet that now held a piece of you.

After he had cleaned you and himself off, he told you to put your party dress back on while he fixed himself up - lighting one of his cigars after the process.

The pungent smell of sex and smoke now filled the room. His stoic expression now placed back on his face - as if he didn't just fuck you brains out while groaning in your ear. Just the thought of him fucking you again sparked the lust back into you.

You were far to sore to continue but if he wanted to - you'd allow him to have you again, and again, and again.

"Enough with the look -" He spoke while gripping the underside of your chin. Placing a kiss on your lips, he bend down to help you step into your dress. " - We have wasted enough time playing around." As if that was your fault. He knew it wasn't, he knew that he couldn't resist you even if he tried.

From his position crouched infront of, he looked so dashing and handsome. Even with the fat cigar that hung from the corner of his mouth added to the poise and elegance he carried about.

He took a whiff of your arousal, feeling himself stiffen almost instantly. He pulled up your dress, making sure to take his time pulling it over your ass. His nose trailing up your body - skimming up against your neck.

You pulled your arms through the straps, helping him assist you. Once he was done, he hesitantly stepped away from you. Afraid he would lose control. Again.

You fixed your hair as best you could. At least to make yourself seem decent and normal. When you lifted your eyes to meet his, you were shocked to see the fierce gaze he placed on you. A cocky smirk never leaving his face as he eyed your luscious body up and down.

He held of an outstretched hand for you to grab. "You ready my love?" Shyly, you took his hand in yours. Feeling safe and secure as his big hand covered yours.

You did mean it when you said you felt safe. He's provided so much comfort and protection to you in such a little time you've known him. You and Dan had been together for 3 years and it took you so long to even open up to him. But this wasn't like that. This felt right.

"I'm ready." You said softly. He gave you a soft smirk before his expression dropped into nothing. You were the only one who got to see different sides of him. It made you feel even more special that something so meaningful was only meant for you.

He held the door open for you - pushing you through. The maids all jerked apart, trying to appear busy and not so *cough* *cough* hot and bothered.

A blush crept on your face, but you tried to keep your face as emotionless as your husband did. You weren't so embarrassed from them listening. In fact, you think you enjoyed giving them a little show. You wanted them to know you belonged him just as much as he did you too.

"I hoped you all enjoyed the audio. Now get the fuck back to work and don't let it happen again."

His words possibly shook them to their core and it's possible some of them might actually do what he says, but you both knew that their was a possibility that none would follow that order. You both knew that it would happen again and again - and deep down, you both wanted them to listen. You were all addicted to the sinfulness of it all.

Part 3 coming soon! . . .

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liujiami · 2 years

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♡ 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 ♡

(Sugardaddy! Daisuke Kambe x Sugarbaby! Bimbo! Reader)

Fanfic made with both me and @kaoshusband's ideas >w< (unfinished)

Sypnosis : Sugardaddy! Daisuke x Sugarbaby! Bimbo! Reader

It was a sunny afternoon in the summer, the sky was a beautiful baby blue and the clouds were barely in sight! You were siting anxiously near the window at the back of the lecture theatre in college. You looked out of the window, trying not to get blinded by the bright rays shining through into the classroom, as you try to search for something outside to distracted you from your current distress.

Which was that you and your classmates are currently getting back your results for your (subject) major.

You see, you were always the 'bimbo' as people would call it as you would always be clueless about alot of the common things in the world. Such as how to do chores, answer subject questions correctly and even how to pass your examinations! As all you cared about most of the time was your interests; getting your nails done or shopping to look good.

However, this time was different , it was the last examinations that you would take before summer break! Plus, your sugardaddy, Daisuke had promised that if you had passed your exams even by one mark you would get a variety of rewards! This had helped you to be motivated and try to study and cram as much knowledge as you could into that airheaded head of yours could handle.

Soon, you could hear the teacher's heavy footsteps of his moccasins along the hallway as your classmates soon started to settle down and get to their seats. "Today, as you all know, you are getting back your results." The teacher spoke in a deep voice as he soon explained that after you have received the paper, you wouls have the rest of the period to digest the results before the school day ends.

The first name to be called was yours. However, when the teacher was calling out your name you were busy daydreaming so when you had snapped out of it, you had to quickly scamble towards the front of the classroom to get your results. You could almost feel the gaze of your classmates pierce through you as you ditzily went back to your seat.

You shut you eyes anxiously as you started praying to whatever was out there that would have mercy on you and bless you with pass. After doing a prayer, you reluctantly flipped over your paper and saw you result.

50/100

You had almost jumped out of you seat and cheered as your prayers have finally paid off and all you effort! You rummaged into your small dior handbag as you tried to find you phone to text daddy daisuke about the fantastic news. Which he soon replied that it was splendid and he was coming to fetch you today and allow you to receive your reward for being such a good girl tommorrow!

Joy overfilled you as you struggled to sit still on your seat as you waites awaitingly for the bell to rang and dismiss you all!

Ding Dong Bing Bong!

The ear-shattering bell rang as you scrambled to pack your things as your empty head had forgotten to pack up due to your mind being filled with anticipation to see your daddy! Hurriedly, you walked out into the corridor and towards the exit where a strong wind blew and you had almost flashed someone, luckily you bag had acted as a weight to prevent that. This however had made yoy extremely embarrassed as you had almost revealed yourself in front of the whole school so you started to scan the round-about trying to find daisuke!

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amaya-writes · 2 years

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When The Millionaire Detective's Late to a Date

Day Five of The Underrated And The Unwritten

Notes: does the title lowkey suck? why do i feel like it does?

Warnings: n/a

Characters involved: Daisuke Kambe

Gender-neutral reader

Daisuke swore if the clock ticked on for another minute he was going to strangle somebody.

Daisuke Kambe was a lot of things, some of them worse than the others, but one thing he would never be, something he hadn't allowed himself to be referred to as, was tardy.

However, his family seemed to be hellbent on ruining that carefully curated reputation of his, what with their delayed meetings and persistence in holding him back from walking out the front door at that very moment.

Being a Kambe certainly had its advantages, but that also came with a reputation he had to uphold. One that for once was working against him.

Words couldn't begin to explain how restless Daisuke was as he watched the clock tick on, with his feet almost automatically dashing towards the door the second he had signed the required papers.

Seeing you awkwardly stand beside the restaurant's reception dressed up in the outfit he had asked you to wear had Daisuke nervously gulping as his car rolled to a stop,

Your reassuring smile and nonchalant tone only served to worsen his guilt, with Daisuke trying to order the most extravagant things and constantly apologising.

It was only when you took matters into your own hands that he finally seemed to calm down, with the gentle hold your hand had on his somehow grounding Daisuke enough to allow you to lead him out of the restaurant and towards a random park he hadn't even noticed in his haste to get there.

Sitting on a bench outside eating ice cream and discussing your lives certainly wasn't what Daisuke had in mind for that date, but he found that even such simple and inexpensive experiences could bring him pleasure.

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stories4urhart · 5 months

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"My Star"

Summary: The story revolves around Daisuke Kambe, a detective, and his pursuit of a street racer named Y/N. As their paths intertwine, they find an unexpected connection, exploring the complexities of their lives and emotions.

WC: 5k

Daisuke Kambe, a tall and lean detective with jet-black hair, moved through the crowded streets of the city with purpose. His impeccable appearance, right ear pierced, and well-tailored suit made him stand out even in the midst of the urban chaos. He was known for his sharp mind, relentless determination, and a penchant for solving cases that seemed unsolvable.

The latest case on Daisuke's plate involved a notorious street racer known only as Y/N. Rumors of Y/N's skills on the asphalt had reached legendary status, making them an elusive target for law enforcement. The thrill of the chase and the challenge of catching this enigmatic racer motivated Daisuke to pursue the case with unwavering intensity.

The streets were alive with the neon glow of the city as Daisuke received a tip about Y/N's whereabouts. The detective revved up his sleek black sports car, its engine humming with power as he set off in pursuit. The night air was charged with anticipation as Daisuke navigated through the winding streets, determined to bring an end to Y/N's high-speed escapades.

The chase was intense, with Daisuke skillfully maneuvering his car through tight corners and narrow alleys. Y/N, equally skilled, proved to be a formidable adversary, pushing their vehicle to the limits to stay ahead. The pursuit intensified, the city blurring into streaks of light as the two raced through the night.

Finally, in a heart-pounding moment, Daisuke managed to corner Y/N in a deserted industrial area. The detective stepped out of his car, his piercing gaze fixed on the elusive street racer. Y/N, face obscured by a helmet, revved their engine defiantly, the adrenaline of the chase still coursing through their veins.

"Game over," Daisuke declared, his voice cutting through the tension.

Daisuke Kambe stood amidst the wreckage, his eyes locked onto Y/N's helmeted face. "Looks like I'm caught," she said with a hint of a smirk, the adrenaline-induced rush transforming into a subtle flirtation.

Daisuke couldn't help but smirk in response, the air between them thick with tension that was no longer confined to the chase. The neon lights cast a romantic glow on the scene, and in the midst of the wreckage, something unexpected blossomed—a connection that transcended the boundaries of their roles.

"Caught, indeed," Daisuke replied, his usual stoic demeanor softened by the unexpected turn of events. "I have to say, you're a lot more interesting than I anticipated."

Y/N chuckled, the sound muffled by the helmet. "Well, Detective, maybe you're not so bad yourself. What now?"

Daisuke hesitated for a moment, his usual efficiency momentarily clouded by the unspoken attraction between them. "I suppose I should take you in, but..." He trailed off, his gaze lingering on Y/N's eyes.

"But?" Y/N prompted, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

Daisuke shook his head, as if trying to clear his thoughts. "But I think I'll let you go. Just this once."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. "You're letting me go? Why?"

Daisuke's piercing gaze softened. "Consider it a moment of weakness. Enjoy your freedom, Y/N. But know that this detective won't be so lenient next time."

With that, Daisuke turned and walked away, leaving Y/N stunned amidst the wreckage. The city lights reflected in her helmet as she watched him go, the thrill of the chase replaced by a newfound intrigue.

A few days later, in a quiet café tucked away from the bustling city, Daisuke and Y/N found themselves across from each other. The atmosphere was surprisingly calm, a stark contrast to the neon-lit chaos of their previous encounter.

In the quiet café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air as Daisuke Kambe and Y/N sat across from each other. The ambiance was serene, a stark contrast to the high-octane world they had inhabited just days before. Soft jazz played in the background, casting a gentle cadence over their conversation.

Daisuke sipped his black coffee, his gaze fixed on Y/N. "So, Y/N, what's the real story behind the street racing? It can't just be about the thrill."

Y/N sighed, her eyes momentarily clouded with a mixture of memories and emotions. "It started as an escape, you know? The rush, the freedom—it's addictive. But over time, it became something more. A way to feel alive in a world that often felt too mundane."

Daisuke's curiosity deepened. "And the risks? Getting caught by the police, the danger—do those add to the thrill?"

A wry smile tugged at Y/N's lips. "Perhaps. But there's something else, Detective. It's about pushing boundaries, testing limits. Living on the edge, even if it means risking everything."

As the conversation unfolded, the layers of their personalities peeled away, revealing vulnerabilities and shared experiences. Daisuke, known for his cool exterior, found himself opening up about the pressures of his job, the weight of expectations, and the isolation that came with it.

Y/N listened intently, her eyes reflecting a genuine understanding. "It sounds like we're not so different, Detective Kambe. Both of us trying to break free from the constraints of our lives in our own ways."

Daisuke nodded, acknowledging the unexpected connection between them. "Maybe. But there's a fine line between breaking free and recklessness. You have to be careful, Y/N."

A hint of gratitude flashed in Y/N's eyes. "You sound like you care, Detective. Is that just part of the job, or is there more to it?"

Daisuke hesitated, his usual confidence momentarily shaken. "Maybe there's more. Maybe I see something in you that I didn't expect. Something worth saving."

The air between them hung heavy with unspoken emotions, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. In that café, amidst the subtle hum of conversation and the clinking of coffee cups, a connection formed—one that transcended the roles of detective and street racer.

As dawn becomes dusk they part ways with a smile.

The city's neon-lit streets were a playground for those seeking the thrill of the night, and Daisuke Kambe patrolled them with a keen eye. His pursuit of Y/N, led him through winding alleys and bustling avenues. The night air crackled with the anticipation of the chase.

Daisuke's sleek black car cut through the urban landscape, a shadow in pursuit of another. The rhythmic hum of the engine echoed in the deserted streets as he closed in on the elusive racer. The city lights blurred into streaks of color, mirroring the adrenaline-fueled dance between detective and racer.

And then, in a burst of speed, Daisuke caught up to Y/N. The moment hung suspended in time as their eyes locked through the windshield, the pulse of the city syncing with the rapid beats of their hearts.

The chase came to an abrupt halt as Daisuke maneuvered his car to block Y/N's path. The street racer, her eyes reflecting a mix of defiance and exhilaration, brought her vehicle to a stop.

Daisuke stepped out of his car, his tall figure casting a commanding presence on the empty street. "Y/N," he called out, his voice cutting through the stillness of the night.

She emerged from her car, a mixture of surprise and resignation in her eyes. "Detective Kambe, you really know how to spoil the fun."

Daisuke approached, his gaze unwavering. "This isn't a game, Y/N. Street racing endangers lives, including your own. What are you running from?"

Y/N sighed, a vulnerability breaking through her tough exterior. "Sometimes, the speed is the only thing that makes sense, Detective. The city, with all its complexities, can be overwhelming."

Daisuke studied her for a moment, his stern expression softening. "You don't have to face it alone. There are other ways to find meaning and purpose in this city."

As the night air settled, Daisuke and Y/N found themselves at a crossroad

In the tense aftermath of the street race, Y/N's eyes met Daisuke's, a defiant spark burning within. The city's nocturnal symphony surrounded them, a silent witness to the charged standoff on the deserted street.

Daisuke, his expression unwavering, called out, "Y/N, we need to talk about this. Running won't solve anything."

But Y/N remained resolute, a rebellious glint in her eyes. "Not another word, Detective," she declared, her voice cutting through the night air.

With that, she swiftly retreated, disappearing into the labyrinth of alleys and shadows. Daisuke, left standing alone on the silent street, felt the weight of the unresolved tension lingering in the air.

The city, with its sprawling expanse and hidden corners, seemed to hold its breath. The chase might have paused for now, but the intricate dance between detective and street racer was far from over.

The city's heartbeat echoed through the night as Daisuke Kambe strolled through a dimly lit alley, his thoughts consumed by the complexities of his latest case. The solitude was abruptly shattered when he stumbled upon Y/N in the midst of a heated argument with a significant other. The air was charged with tension, and Daisuke, instinctively drawn to the unfolding drama, couldn't help but intervene.

"Y/N," he called out, his voice calm but firm.

Y/N's eyes, filled with a mix of frustration and vulnerability, met Daisuke's. "Detective Kambe? What are you doing here?"

Ignoring the question, Daisuke turned his attention to the significant other, leveling a gaze that spoke volumes. "I suggest you leave. This is a private matter."

The significant other, recognizing the weight of Daisuke's presence, reluctantly backed away. As they disappeared into the shadows, Daisuke turned back to Y/N, who stood there with a mixture of emotions playing on her face.

"Are you okay?" he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I don't know, Detective. It's just... life, you know?"

Daisuke nodded in understanding. "Sometimes it's overwhelming. But you don't have to face it alone. If you need someone to talk to, I'm here. If you don't mind me asking, why did you run away earlier? What are you trying to escape?"

Y/N, leaning against her sleek racing car, met his gaze with a defiance that hinted at a deeper vulnerability. "Detective Kambe, some things are better left unsaid. I'm not looking for a lecture."

Daisuke, undeterred, closed the distance between them. "Running won't erase the questions, Y/N. We're connected in ways you can't ignore. I want to understand, not just as a detective but as someone who sees more than what's on the surface."

Y/N averted her gaze, a subtle shift in her demeanor betraying the internal struggle. "This city... it suffocates sometimes. The speed, the adrenaline, it's the only way I can feel free."

Daisuke, with a penetrating gaze, pressed further. "And what about the rest of your life? What are you running from?"

A moment of silence hung in the air, the distant sounds of the city accentuating the weight of their unspoken words. Y/N, grappling with the turmoil within, finally spoke, her voice a whisper in the quiet alley. "There are things I'd rather forget, Detective. Racing gives me a momentary escape."

Daisuke's expression softened, a rare touch of empathy breaking through his composed demeanor. "You don't have to face it alone. Whatever you're running from, there are other paths. Let me help."

Surprised by the detective's unexpected compassion, Y/N found herself opening up about the complexities of her personal life. Daisuke, in turn, shared his own struggles, creating a bond that went beyond the roles they played in the city's intricate dance.

As the conversation unfolded, Daisuke noticed the turmoil in Y/N's eyes gradually give way to a glimmer of appreciation. Sensing an opportunity to offer solace, he spoke, "How about we get away from the noise for a bit? There's a cliffside not far from here, a place where you can clear your mind."

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Sure, why not?"

The night air was cool as they drove to the cliffside, the city lights fading into the distance. Once there, Daisuke and Y/N found themselves perched on the edge, the vast expanse of the night sky above them.

"Look at the stars," Daisuke said, his voice gentle. "They have a way of putting things into perspective. No matter how chaotic life gets down here, they remain constant."

Y/N followed his gaze, and for a while, they sat in silence, the city's noise replaced by the soft hum of nature. As the stars painted patterns in the night sky, a sense of peace settled between them.

Daisuke, ever the enigma, broke the silence. "You know, Y/N, life can be like navigating a maze. It's full of twists and turns, and sometimes, it feels like there's no way out. But even in the darkest moments, there's a path forward. It might not be clear at first, but it's there."

Y/N glanced at him, a mixture of gratitude and curiosity in her eyes. "Detective, you're not exactly what I expected. Why are you being so... understanding?"

Daisuke chuckled, a rare moment of vulnerability breaking through his composed demeanor. "Maybe I've come to appreciate the unexpected. People, like puzzles, have layers. You just have to take the time to unravel them."

The conversation flowed effortlessly as they shared stories under the starlit sky, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and understanding. Daisuke spoke of the pressures of being a detective, the weight of expectations, and the sacrifices he had made along the way. Y/N, in turn, opened up about the struggles of balancing personal desires with the demands of a high-speed life on the streets.

As the night deepened, their connection grew stronger. Daisuke found himself drawn to Y/N's resilience, and Y/N, in turn, appreciated the unexpected companionship that had arisen from the chaos of their lives.

"It's strange, isn't it?" Y/N mused, her eyes fixed on the horizon. "How a chance encounter can change the course of a night."

Daisuke nodded, his gaze lingering on Y/N. "And sometimes, a night can change the course of much more."

As they sat there, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the gentle rustle of the night breeze and the distant murmur of the city below. In that moment, Daisuke offered Y/N a rare glimpse into the depths of his soul, a side of himself few had seen.

"Thank you, Detective," Y/N said, breaking the quietude. "For being there when I needed it."

Daisuke simply nodded, a tacit acknowledgment of the unspoken bond that had formed between them. The city, with all its complexities, seemed distant as they continued to share the solitude of the cliffside, their hearts entwined in the quiet magic of the night. Little did they know that the road ahead held challenges that would test their newfound connection, but for now, they found solace in the shared silence of the stars.

Daisuke rose from his seated position, dusting off the back of his trousers. The tranquility of the cliffside remained, but the real world beckoned. Turning to Y/N, he extended his hand, a silent invitation.

"Let me take you home," Daisuke said, his voice a gentle undertone against the night.

Y/N looked at his outstretched hand, a subtle warmth spreading across her features. With a nod, she accepted his offer, allowing him to help her up from the rocky perch. The contact was fleeting but carried a weight of understanding, a bridge built between them in the quiet of the night.

The city sprawled below, its distant lights flickering like a sea of stars caught in the urban expanse. Daisuke led Y/N back to his sleek black car, and they embarked on a journey back to the heartbeat of the city.

As the car glided through the winding streets, the silence between them spoke volumes. Daisuke, usually guarded, found comfort in the shared quiet, and Y/N, grateful for the unexpected company, marveled at the city's transformation from chaos to a quiet sanctuary.

Upon arriving at Y/N's destination, Daisuke parked the car and turned to face her. "Take care of yourself, Y/N," he said, a genuine concern etched in his eyes.

Y/N smiled, a blend of appreciation and something deeper. "You too, Detective. Thanks for tonight."

Daisuke watched as Y/N disappeared into the night, the city reclaiming her with its myriad of complexities. He lingered for a moment, the echoes of their shared connection lingering, before navigating the darkened streets once again.

The night had brought unexpected turns, forging a bond between Daisuke and Y/N that transcended the roles they played. Little did they know that the city, with all its unpredictability, held more surprises in store for them, and their paths would cross again in ways that would test the strength of the connection they had discovered on that cliffside under the stars.

The morning sun spilled through the windows, casting a warm glow across Daisuke Kambe's impeccably decorated apartment. As he rose from his slumber, he prepared for the day ahead, the events of the previous night and the shared moments with Y/N lingering in the recesses of his mind.

Daisuke dressed with his usual precision, the weight of his responsibilities settling on his shoulders. Little did he know that the day held unexpected turns, and as he stepped out into the bustling city, the air crackled with a sense of anticipation.

The streets were alive with the ebb and flow of urban life. Daisuke navigated through the familiar chaos, the city lights reflecting in his piercing gaze. As he passed by a quaint restaurant, something caught his eye—Y/N, sitting across from another person, engaged in what seemed to be an intimate conversation.

A sharp pang resonated through Daisuke's chest, an unexpected twist in the narrative of the morning. He stood there for a moment, hidden in the shadows, watching the scene unfold. Y/N, her laughter echoing in the air, appeared completely engrossed in the company of her date.

The weight of the realization settled on Daisuke's shoulders—a mix of confusion, disappointment, and an emotion he hadn't anticipated. The city, with its indifferent façade, seemed to mock him as he grappled with the unexpected sight.

For a fleeting moment, Daisuke considered turning away, retreating into the familiarity of his own world. But a sense of determination overcame him. He squared his shoulders and approached the restaurant, his expression betraying none of the tumultuous thoughts swirling within.

Y/N looked up, catching sight of Daisuke's approach. Her eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of guilt flashing across her face. The atmosphere shifted as Daisuke greeted them, his tone even and composed, concealing the internal storm.

"Good morning, Y/N. What a coincidence to find you here," he said, a thin smile playing on his lips.

Y/N stammered, clearly caught off guard. "Detective Kambe, I... um, we didn't expect to run into you here."

Daisuke's gaze shifted to her companion, a polite acknowledgment in his eyes. "I hope you both enjoy your meal. I won't keep you any longer."

Daisuke's steps faltered as the realization hit him like a sudden gust of wind. The man Y/N was sharing the table with was none other than Haru Kato, his best friend and partner. A strange mix of relief and confusion washed over him, as the unexpected sight prompted a torrent of thoughts and emotions.

Approaching the table again, Daisuke couldn't help but feel a peculiar sense of betrayal dissipate. He greeted him with a nod, a subtle acknowledgment that he was aware of their connection. "Kato. What a surprise to find you two here."

Haru Kato, with an apologetic smile, stood up. "Daisuke, hey. We didn't expect to run into you either."

Y/N, sensing the tension, offered a hesitant smile. "Detective Kambe, this wasn't planned, I promise."

Daisuke waved off their concerns, his demeanor composed but his eyes revealing a complexity of emotions. "No need to explain. Enjoy your meal. I won't interrupt any further."

As he walked away, a storm of conflicting thoughts brewed within him. The city, once a familiar backdrop, now seemed to shift and twist with an unfamiliar energy. Daisuke couldn't escape the feeling of being on the periphery of something he hadn't anticipated.

Later, as he immersed himself in his detective duties, Daisuke grappled with the realization that Y/N and Haru, two significant figures in his life, were forging a connection outside of their usual orbits. The intricate dance of emotions left him questioning the boundaries of friendship and the unspoken rules that governed those closest to him.

As the day unfolded, Daisuke navigated the streets with a stoic façade, concealing the turbulence within. The city, with its towering buildings and bustling crowds, seemed to hold the echoes of shared moments and a future that remained uncertain. The story continued to unfold, with Daisuke Kambe standing at the intersection of past and present, his path shrouded in the complexities of friendship, loyalty, and the unexpected twists of fate.

As the day grew darker, a shadow seemed to fall over Daisuke Kambe's normally composed demeanor. The hope he had nurtured, the budding connection he thought he had found with Y/N, now seemed to wither in the face of an unexpected revelation. The streets, once a familiar territory, felt foreign as he grappled with a growing sense of betrayal.

In the solitude of his apartment, the city lights casting a melancholic glow, Daisuke found himself wrestling with questions that seemed to echo in the emptiness. Had his best friend, Haru Kato, unintentionally claimed a piece of the connection he had hoped to cultivate with Y/N? The complexities of friendship and the unspoken rules that governed those closest to him became an unyielding maze, and Daisuke couldn't help but feel lost within its intricate corridors.

The night wore on, and as Daisuke stared out of his apartment window, the city below continued its relentless march. Each passing moment carried with it the weight of unanswered questions and the ache of a hope that had been dimmed. The stoic detective, known for his unshakable resolve, found himself facing an unfamiliar vulnerability.

As he contemplated the unfolding narrative of his life, Daisuke questioned the nature of the connection he had sought. The city lights, once vibrant, now seemed to cast long shadows on the walls, mirroring the uncertainty that loomed over his thoughts. The lines between duty, friendship, and the yearning for understanding blurred in a landscape that felt increasingly desolate.

In the silence of the night, Daisuke Kambe grappled with the complexity of emotions that had taken residence within him. The city, with its myriad of stories and secrets, seemed to hold a mirror to his own uncertainties. The narrative, once clear, now felt entangled in a web of intricacies, leaving the detective to navigate the tangled threads of friendship, trust, and the delicate balance between vulnerability and strength.

Daisuke Kambe, seeking respite from the tumultuous thoughts swirling within, decided to head to a quiet bar nestled in a corner of the city. The neon sign flickered with a subtle invitation as he entered, the low hum of conversations creating a backdrop for the labyrinth of his own contemplations.

As he approached the bar, ordering a drink with the precision that marked his every action, he hadn't expected the familiar presence that would soon enter the scene. The door swung open, and there she was—Y/N, the source of the emotional storm that had unsettled his day.

Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, time seemed to suspend. The air between them crackled with an unspoken tension, the weight of the unresolved emotions hanging in the atmosphere. Daisuke, usually composed, found himself at a loss for words in the face of unexpected proximity.

Y/N approached, a mixture of surprise and hesitation etched across her features. "Detective Kambe, what are the odds of running into you again?"

Daisuke managed a thin smile, masking the complexity of his emotions. "Seems like the city has a way of bringing people together. Care to join me for a drink?"

Y/N, sensing the unspoken currents, nodded and took a seat beside him at the bar. The air became charged with an energy that transcended the clinking of glasses and the distant murmur of patrons. The city outside, indifferent to their shared complexities, continued its rhythmic pulse.

In the dimly lit bar, Daisuke Kambe and Y/N found themselves seated at a corner, a small oasis of solitude amidst the rhythmic chaos of the city. The clinking of glasses and the low hum of conversations provided a distant melody to their unfolding dialogue.

Daisuke, his usual stoicism momentarily softened, started the conversation. "Y/N, I didn't expect to run into you again so soon. Fate seems to have its own plans."

Daisuke took a sip of his drink, the amber liquid reflecting the subtle glow of the bar lights. "Indeed. Life has a way of surprising us." He paused, his gaze fixed on the swirling liquid in his glass. "I couldn't help but wonder about earlier. Seeing you with Kato."

Y/N's expression shifted, a mix of understanding and caution. "Detective Kambe, it's not what you think. Haru and I are just friends. I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea."

Daisuke's smile, a rare expression that hinted at the genuine warmth beneath his composed exterior, illuminated the dimly lit bar. The invitation hung in the air, a simple yet loaded question that carried the weight of unspoken possibilities.

Daisuke, with a vulnerability seldom seen, broke the silence. "Y/N, there's something about you that's... different. It's as if you see through the layers, beyond the persona I project to the world. I've spent a lifetime building walls, but you manage to breach them effortlessly."

Y/N, her eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and understanding, met his gaze. "Detective Kambe, you're not as impenetrable as you think. There's a complexity to you that I find intriguing, and beneath that composed exterior, there's a person I want to understand."

Daisuke's usual composure wavered, a subtle acknowledgment of a truth he rarely allowed himself to confront. "And you, Y/N? What do you see when you look at me?"

Y/N's gaze lingered on his, her voice a whisper amidst the ambient sounds of the bar. "I see someone who craves connection, just like the rest of us. Beneath the detective, there's a man who feels deeply, who grapples with the intricacies of life. And I find that incredibly appealing."

The admission hung in the air, a bridge between the roles they played and the uncharted territory of shared emotions. Daisuke, typically reserved, found himself entangled in the vulnerability of the moment. "Y/N, this connection... it's unlike anything I've experienced. But I can't help but wonder, with Haru in the picture, where do we stand?"

Y/N took a moment to gather her thoughts, her eyes searching Daisuke's for understanding. "Haru is a dear friend, and nothing more. You, Detective, have a way of getting under my skin in ways I never expected. There's a magnetic pull between us, and it's hard to ignore."

Daisuke's gaze held a mixture of relief and realization. "I thought I might have lost something when I saw you with him earlier. But hearing you say that... it changes things."

"Y/N," he began, his tone gentle, "how about we leave this place? Would you like to come to my place and watch a movie?"

Y/N met his gaze, a subtle spark of curiosity in her eyes. The tension that had lingered throughout the night seemed to shift, replaced by the prospect of a shared moment in a more intimate setting.

A small smile played on Y/N's lips. "Sure, Detective Kambe. A movie sounds like a good idea."

As they left the bar, the city outside embraced them with its ever-present energy. Daisuke and Y/N navigated the familiar streets, the air charged with the unspoken understanding that this was more than just a casual invitation.

Arriving at Daisuke's apartment, the city's bustling rhythm muffled by the closed door, they found themselves in a cocoon of privacy. The ambiance was different from the crowded bar; the space held an almost anticipatory stillness.

Daisuke, ever the gracious host, gestured towards the comfortable seating arrangement. "Make yourself at home, Y/N. I'll prepare something for us."

As they settled in, the movie playing on the screen became a backdrop to the evolving narrative between them. The air was thick with a blend of anticipation and unspoken feelings that seemed to transcend the confines of the room.

Daisuke, returning with a tray of refreshments, found himself drawn to Y/N's presence. They sat in companionable silence, the movie casting a flickering glow on their faces. As the scenes unfolded on the screen, the shared space between them became charged with an energy that mirrored the intricate dance of their emotions.

As the movie's credits rolled and the night deepened, Daisuke and Y/N found themselves in a cocoon of warmth and comfort. The initial distance that had defined their interactions melted away, replaced by a shared understanding that transcended words.

Unspoken emotions lingered in the air as they scooted closer together on the couch. The ambient glow of the TV illuminated their faces, casting shadows that danced in harmony with the quiet intimacy enveloping them.

Without exchanging a word, they gravitated towards each other, the distance narrowing until they were nestled in each other's arms. Daisuke, known for his stoicism, held Y/N with a tenderness that betrayed the complexities of his emotions. Y/N, in turn, found solace in the strong yet gentle embrace, a sanctuary in the arms of the enigmatic detective.

As the city outside continued its nocturnal symphony, the room became a haven for shared vulnerability. The movie's soundtrack faded into the background, replaced by the rhythmic cadence of their shared breaths.

In the quiet of the night, with the city's pulse as their backdrop, Daisuke and Y/N succumbed to the inevitable pull of sleep. Their intertwined fingers, the rise and fall of their chests in synchrony, painted a picture of a connection that had evolved beyond the constraints of the roles they played in the city's intricate dance.

Daisuke Kambe stirred from his slumber, the ambient light of the early morning casting a gentle glow in his meticulously decorated apartment. As he gradually became aware of his surroundings, a warmth beside him caught his attention.

His eyes opened to find Y/N, still nestled in his arms from the night before. The remnants of their movie night lingered in the room, the TV's soft glow now replaced by the soft hues of dawn filtering through the curtains.

Y/N, seemingly awake, turned to face him with a tender smile. Without a word, she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on Daisuke's forehead. The gesture carried a quiet intimacy, a silent acknowledgment of the connection that had deepened between them.

Daisuke, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected tenderness, couldn't help but return a faint smile. "Good morning, my star," he whispered, the words carrying a sentiment that seemed to echo in the tranquil space.

The city outside, slowly awakening to the day, seemed to echo the quiet moment shared between the detective and the street racer.

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leeprtt · 5 months

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Unspoken connotations

Summary: Daisuke Kambe, a reserved and wealthy detective, finds himself drawn to Y/N, a spirited woman enamored with the world of street racing. Their paths cross unexpectedly at a racing event, leading to a series of encounters marked by unspoken connections and shared moments.

WC: 3k

It was a chilly night, the air thick with the scent of gasoline and excitement. I had been observing Y/N's race when a sudden turn of events led to our first interaction. Her car came to an abrupt stop beside me, the roar of the engines dying down as she removed her helmet, revealing her long brown hair and striking green eyes.

"Detective Kambe," she spoke, her voice calm yet tinged with an edge of curiosity. "What brings you to our little racing world?"

Her gaze bore into mine, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Her beauty was undeniable – long brown locks framing her face, bangs falling gracefully over her forehead, and captivating green eyes that held a story untold.

Caught off guard by her directness, I collected myself. "I'm merely an enthusiast of fast cars and the allure of the night," I replied, my tone calculated yet genuine.

She offered a coy smile, a subtle hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. "Enthusiast or detective, which one is it, Detective Kambe?" Her words, laced with a touch of challenge, hinted at her awareness of my dual identity.

For a brief moment, our eyes met, and in that fleeting exchange, I felt a connection – an unspoken understanding that transcended the roles we found ourselves in.

As she put her helmet back on, readying herself for another race, I couldn't help but be captivated by her demeanor, her allure, and the mystery that surrounded her.

Little did I know, that brief encounter would mark the beginning of a journey, a slow unraveling of our intertwined fates, where lines between duty and affection would blur, and a forbidden connection would blossom in the midst of secrets and speed.

Haru Kato, my steadfast friend and colleague, invited me for a night out, hoping to lighten my spirits amidst the weight of my undercover investigations. As we sat in the bustling bar, my attention inadvertently drifted to the far corner where she was - Y/N, surrounded by her group of friends, laughter and energy radiating from their table.

"Daisuke, you seem distracted tonight," Kato remarked, noticing my gaze fixated across the room.

I hesitated, torn between the complexities of my emotions and the professional facade I was accustomed to. "It's nothing, Kato. Just caught up in my thoughts."

He followed my line of sight and, recognizing the subject of my distraction, a mischievous glint danced in his eyes. "Ah, I see. It's the street racer, isn't it?"

Caught off guard by his astuteness, I attempted to dismiss it. "There's no connection, Kato. It's part of my investigation."

Kato chuckled knowingly. "Investigation or not, you're smitten, my friend. Why not go over there and talk to her? Life's too short to miss chances."

His words lingered, stirring a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts within me. Reluctance intertwined with curiosity, and before I could ponder further, Kato nudged me in the direction of Y/N's table.

"You're Detective Kambe, remember?" he encouraged. "Confidence is your forte."

With a mixture of trepidation and resolve, I approached her table. As I drew nearer, her eyes met mine, an unspoken recognition sparking between us.

"Mind if I join you?" I spoke, attempting to mask the flutter of nerves beneath my composed facade.

Her friends exchanged glances, amused by the unexpected intrusion, yet Y/N's gaze held a hint of curiosity tinged with a touch of familiarity.

"Sure, take a seat," she replied, a subtle hint of intrigue woven in her words.

In that moment, amidst the clinks of glasses and distant chatter, our worlds collided - a detective and a street racer, their paths intertwining in an unexpected encounter that would set the stage for a journey fraught with complexities, desire, and a magnetic pull neither could deny.

The next day dawned with an air of restlessness lingering around Daisuke Kambe. Despite his day off from work, thoughts of Y/N occupied every corner of his mind, stubbornly refusing to fade. Determined to break free from the grip of her presence, he embarked on a series of distractions.

He attempted to bury himself in routine tasks, hoping to drown out the echo of her laughter and the memory of their brief encounter. Cleaning became his refuge, the meticulous arrangement of his lavish home a mere attempt to impose order upon the chaos swirling within him.

Every surface gleamed under his careful touch, yet the tranquility that usually accompanied such meticulousness eluded him today. As he meticulously arranged his belongings, his thoughts kept drifting back to her - her laughter, her eyes, and the inexplicable pull she seemed to have on him.

With each task completed, he found himself standing in the stillness of his impeccably arranged home, the silence echoing the turmoil of his thoughts. The memory of her smile lingered, disrupting the carefully constructed walls around his heart.

The day unfolded into a string of failed distractions, each attempt to occupy his mind proving futile. Y/N's presence lingered in the spaces between his thoughts, her essence seeping into the very fabric of his being.

Despite his efforts to distance himself, he couldn't deny the magnetism that drew him to her, a force stronger than reason, stronger than duty. She had ignited a spark within him, one that refused to be extinguished, setting ablaze a yearning he struggled to comprehend.

As the day waned and the sun dipped beneath the horizon, Daisuke Kambe found himself standing by the window, gazing into the fading light, a silent admission resonating within him - he couldn't escape the allure of Y/N, nor could he resist the pull that urged him to seek her out once more.

Y/N could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins as she prepared for the night's race. The stakes were high; important people had put their bets on her, and failure wasn't an option. With each passing second, the anticipation and pressure grew.

As the starting signal pierced the air, she surged ahead, navigating the city streets with the precision of a seasoned racer. The familiar rush of speed coursed through her, but amidst the exhilaration, thoughts of Daisuke Kambe infiltrated her mind, a distraction she hadn't anticipated.

Her focus wavered as memories of their brief encounter swirled within her, causing her to miss a crucial turn. Panic surged through her, realizing her mistake, but it was too late. Her error cost her the lead, effectively taking her out of the race.

The screeching halt of her car marked the end of her hopes for victory, but she remained undeterred. Stepping out of the vehicle, she faced the consequences of her misstep. The air was thick with tension as demands for the return of bets grew more aggressive, the weight of impending trouble pressing down upon her.

Just as the situation seemed dire and the crowd closed in around her, a familiar presence intervened. Through the chaos, Daisuke emerged, a beacon of calm amidst the storm.

"Is there a problem here?" his voice resonated with authority, cutting through the tension.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, relief flooding through her. She found herself at a loss for words as Daisuke, with his unwavering presence, shielded her from the encroaching trouble.

With an air of effortless authority, he diffused the escalating situation, his mere presence commanding respect. The demands for money quieted down, and a sense of calm settled over the chaotic scene.

In that moment, amidst the chaos and the flickering city lights, Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude and an unfamiliar warmth toward Daisuke, a realization that his presence seemed to bring a sense of safety and reassurance she hadn't known she needed.

As Daisuke drove Y/N home that night, a sense of quiet understanding settled between them. The night enveloped them in a calming silence, broken only by the faint hum of the car's engine and the soft notes of music playing in the background.

"Thank you for the ride, Daisuke," Y/N spoke softly as they approached her house.

"It was my pleasure," he replied, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer before she stepped out of the car.

Before she disappeared into her house, he spoke up, "I'll be at your next race."

A hint of surprise flashed across her face, but a smile curved at the corner of her lips. "I'll hold you to that promise, Detective Kambe."

With a nod and a subtle smile, she disappeared into her home, leaving Daisuke to watch her until she was safely inside.

As he made his way back to his own residence, thoughts of their brief conversation lingered in his mind. Once inside, he noticed a piece of paper on the dashboard, a hastily scribbled number – her number.

A smile crept onto his face as he realized she'd left it for him. Without hesitation, he picked up his phone and sent her a text, a simple message confirming their encounter at the next race.

In the following days, Daisuke found himself increasingly drawn to Y/N's world of speed and thrill. While his days were consumed with work, whenever he had a chance, he couldn't resist watching her races. Her unparalleled skill and finesse on the tracks captivated him, each victory leaving him in a state of silent awe.

Her eyes, illuminated with determination and passion as she crossed the finish line, held a certain allure that enticed him. It was in those moments, amidst the rush of victory, that Daisuke witnessed a glimmer of her true spirit, and it left him enchanted.

Despite the bustling energy of the racing scene, it was Y/N's post-race interactions with him that made his heart skip a beat. The way she spoke to him, her eyes reflecting a warmth that seemed reserved for him alone, had a way of lighting up his world.

Their conversations, brief yet meaningful, held a charm of their own. The camaraderie that began to blossom between them, built upon mutual respect and shared moments, left Daisuke feeling an unfamiliar sense of happiness.

He found himself eagerly anticipating their encounters, cherishing the moments when they could steal a few words amidst the chaos of the races. Her presence had become a source of solace in the whirlwind of his daily life, and the connection they shared held a promise of something more profound than he had ever anticipated.

As the days passed, Daisuke couldn't deny the impact Y/N had on him. Her passion, her unwavering spirit, and the way she effortlessly brought joy into his life began to unravel the walls around his heart, slowly weaving her way into the very fabric of his thoughts.

The pulsating energy of the racing scene subsided as Y/N stepped off the track, her expression a mix of exhilaration and fatigue. Amidst the scattered cheers and congratulatory remarks, she spotted Daisuke observing from a distance.

Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. As she approached him, a tired yet content smile graced her lips.

"Detective Kambe, fancy seeing you here again," she greeted, her tone playful yet tinged with a genuine warmth reserved for their interactions.

"Your performance was exceptional, as always," he complimented, a note of admiration laced in his words.

She chuckled softly. "Thank you. It's the thrill of the chase that keeps me going."

Their conversations flowed effortlessly, a comfortable ease settling between them. Amidst the chatter about the night's race and the rush of emotions, they shared anecdotes and glimpses of their contrasting lives.

Daisuke found himself opening up more than usual, sharing snippets of his meticulously controlled life, while Y/N offered insights into the chaotic yet invigorating world of street racing.

Their exchanges held a certain magnetism, an unspoken understanding that transcended their different worlds. Each conversation seemed to draw them closer, weaving threads of familiarity and companionship.

As they parted ways, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of joy in their connection, a sentiment mirrored in the subtle smile that lingered on Daisuke's face.

Their post-race conversations had become a cherished ritual, a sanctuary amidst the bustling chaos of their individual lives, a space where their worlds intersected, if only for a brief moment.

That night as Daisuke returned home he felt a buzz in his pocket picking it up to find a message from y/n. “Can we meet at the park Wednesday?”. He immediately replied “ yes of course.” On the outside he look calm but inside he was frightened for how the night is going to go.

The city lights blurred into a gentle glow as Y/N and Daisuke strolled through the park. The tranquility of the night enveloped them, the air laced with a serene calmness.

As they approached a secluded bench, Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves mingled with excitement. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage as they settled down, gazing up at the twinkling stars.

"Detective Kambe," she began, her voice soft, yet tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

He turned to her, his gaze attentive and inviting.

"There's something I've been wanting to tell you," Y/N continued, her eyes meeting his with a mix of hesitation and sincerity. "It's about how I feel."

Daisuke's expression remained composed, yet his eyes held a curious anticipation.

"You've become such an important part of my life," she confessed, her voice steady but filled with emotion. "Your presence brings me a sense of comfort and happiness I've never known before."

She paused, gathering her thoughts before continuing, "I... I think I've developed feelings for you, Detective Kambe."

Silence lingered between them, the weight of her words hanging in the air. Y/N waited with bated breath, uncertain of his reaction.

Daisuke, ever composed, held her gaze with a thoughtful expression, his eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. His response was measured yet genuine.

"Y/N, your presence in my life has been... unexpected yet profound," he admitted, his tone carrying a hint of vulnerability. "You've brought a sense of joy and understanding that I've come to cherish."

A serene silence settled between them, the twinkling stars overhead providing a gentle backdrop to the vulnerable moment they shared.

Their unspoken feelings hung in the air, a silent understanding passing between them, each aware of the uncharted territory their hearts had entered.

The tranquility of the night enveloped them, the air filled with a sense of vulnerability and anticipation. Y/N's heart raced, unsure of how Daisuke would respond to her confession.

"You've given me a perspective I never knew existed," Daisuke continued, his voice carrying a rare sincerity. "Your passion, your dedication – they've left an indelible mark on me."

He turned his gaze to the star-filled sky, as if searching for the right words amidst the constellations. "Y/N, I believe what we share is... special. Your presence has become an integral part of my life."

A subtle smile graced Y/N's lips, relief and contentment washing over her. The weight of unspoken emotions had found a voice, weaving a connection between them stronger than mere words could convey.

Their eyes met again, a silent understanding passing between them. In the soft glow of the night, under the canopy of stars, a fragile yet beautiful bond had blossomed, built upon shared moments and unspoken emotions.

As they sat in companionable silence, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the gentle rustle of leaves and the quiet symphony of their hearts beating in unison.

Their conversations flowed effortlessly, weaving tales of triumphs and tribulations, laying bare the intricacies of their lives. As they walked, the park transformed into a sanctuary where time seemed to stand still, enveloping them in a cocoon of shared moments.

With each step, the distance between them diminished, replaced by an unspoken understanding and a burgeoning connection. Y/N found herself drawn to the enigmatic yet compassionate nature of Daisuke, while he discovered a sense of liberation in her spirited presence.

As they paused by a secluded spot, the quietude of the night enveloped them, their gazes lingering in a shared moment of unspoken emotions. It was amidst the serenity of that night, beneath the star-studded sky, that they realized their hearts had found solace in each other's company.

The gentle breeze carried an unspoken promise, whispering secrets of a future yet to unfold. It was in that moment that they silently acknowledged the depth of their feelings, a silent vow to explore the uncharted territories of their budding relationship.

With a shared smile that spoke volumes, they knew that this moment, amidst the tranquil park and the quietude of the night, would forever remain etched in their hearts.

As they bid each other goodnight, a silent understanding lingered between them, carrying the promise of a new beginning. The park, once a simple backdrop, had now become a witness to the tender beginnings of a love story that transcended boundaries.

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frickingnerd · 4 months

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secretly dating daisuke nagase

pairing: daisuke nagase x gn!reader

tags: rivals to lovers, reader is captain of their schools soccer team

daisuke and you are known as rivals, as he's the captain of the soccer team at his school and you're the captain of your school's soccer team

your teams always had a friendly rivalry going on, so when you started dating, you decided to keep your relationship a secret, so nobody would think you were going easy on each other now

most of the time you still got to have a normal relationship, spending time together without having to be afraid of being seen together

though you couldn't kiss or hold hands in any places that your teammates might see you…

however, after a while you two realize that perhaps you shouldn't have kept your relationship a secret, as some of your team members seem to take the rivalry between your teams a bit too far

instead of a friendly rivalry, some of daisuke's team mates begin to torment you and insult you, both behind your back and to your face!

it takes daisuke everything not to yell at them to shut up or to punch them in the face, but he endures it and quietly listens

at that point, daisuke knows that his team would be furious if they found out he was dating the enemy

still, he's determined to repair the relationship between your teams, so he can finally announce his relationship to you, without all of his friends hating him for dating you…

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ceciffeinated · 2 years

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ruinous. | ꒰ daisuke kambe ╲ short story ꒱

⪩ ☁︎．pairing: daisuke × cherloque (oc). ⪩ ☁︎．scenario: at a function in scotland. ⪩ ☁︎．warning: innuendos; half-sfw, half-nsfw; a little bit of teasing.

⠀⠀he can't seem to take his mind off of her.

⠀⠀he knew that she was under the british demand to commit espionage, but he never anticipated she would go this far.

⠀⠀haru whistled lowly where only he and his companion could only hear. he whispered to no one in particular but to daisuke, saying, ❛ our miss holmes looks pretty tonight. ❜

⠀⠀oh, lord ... to daisuke, she looked more than just 'pretty'.

⠀⠀cher wore the england colors in her costume - pure, white, long, sleeveless gown with a wide slit that reached halfway up her hips; dazzling ruby earrings; bold and bright sapphire necklace. her hair was styled in chignon and adorned with some snow calla lilies in the crevices.

⠀⠀'god, if you're trying to commit murder, do it where no one could witness my humiliating tragedy,' daisuke thought, trying his all hardest and best to look listless, uninterested, and indifferent. his piercing eyes of storm were everywhere but not on cher. never on cher for the second time from the moment she entered.

⠀⠀after all, one glance was enough to know that she had arrived.

⠀⠀right?

⠀⠀haru snickered, but since they were among wealthy, well-mannered, and classy delegates, he did it so discreetly with a 'polite' cough behind his hand. he knew how much daisuke was trying to keep his thoughts in check, seeing that there was something bigger to worry about other than the stylish, amorous fashion cher was wearing.

⠀⠀but you can let someone fry the bigger fish, correct?

⠀⠀❛ you came early. ❜

⠀⠀the prominent english drawl made daisuke's skin crept with goosebumps. they hadn't seen each for only two weeks (cher went to the country with her father, sherlock; daisuke went back to japan to finish what's left in the bowl of cases the police department failed to clean).

⠀⠀haru eagerly approached the englishwoman, his hand raised to shake her hand. (he taught himself on how to be polite in the western fashion). he had a smile on his face and said, ❛ nice to see you again, miss holmes.❜ he shook her hand warmly and friendly. ❛ and i'm sure daisuke does, too. ❜

⠀⠀daisuke didn't fully turn to her, but he did gave her a side glance.

⠀⠀wrong. move.

⠀⠀since cher was shorter than him (almost more than a foot, to be precise), he had to look down to meet the level of her eyes. no one warned him he would get to meet the sight of her cleavage, too.

⠀⠀fate was being too cruel tonight. too, too, too cruel; too, too, too wicked.

⠀⠀but call it ... nature. habit. normalcy.

⠀⠀cher brushed off daisuke's lingering half-glance with eloquent and grace by saying, ❛ oh, i'm sure he is. ❜ she cued her english charm, as if there was a limelight suddenly aimed at her, with a half-smile, half-lidded eyes.

⠀⠀ah, the english evelyn nesbit ... only she is a detective undercover, in the espionage scenery, not in the modeling industry of any sorts.

⠀⠀❛ hello, hello detective kambe, ❜ cher addressed. ❛ i hope we reconvene our partnership when the flower is unsealed. ❜

haru took notice of the code words and replied, ❛ yes, of course. i shall be of good assistance to capture the person under investigation. ❜ he was referring to the viscountess, of course. the treacherous of a viscountess named mortencia eponine of edinburgh.

⠀⠀daisuke, however ... his mind steered to the wrong direction and thought of something else other than unearthing the poisonous truth about the crumbling intra-system of the scottish monarchy and aristocracy. his mind, to be precise, steered to the direction of where he could privately be with the picturesque englishwoman - alone in a salacious scenario where he would be the one to unseal a certain calla's flower.

⠀⠀❛ thank you, as well, haru, ❜ cher said courteously. ❛ and, again ... call me 'cher'. we are friends, not acquaintances. ❜ haru laughed and complied, nodding his head.

⠀⠀daisuke snapped himself out of the terrifying trance. how long had he been in the train of his own filthy thoughts?

⠀⠀there was a finger that lifted his chin up. henceforth, he looked down again to see who did that.

⠀⠀he didn't see a holmes.

⠀⠀❛ eyes up there, ❜ cher poked his nose with her gloved finger. ❛ but mind down here. ❜

⠀⠀'cheeky,' daisuke thought.

⠀⠀before he knew it, she was gone, flouncing her way to the middle of the elite crowd.

⠀⠀he didn't see a holmes. no, he really didn't. a holmes would have acted otherwise.

⠀⠀stoic. stone. subtle. cold. careful. critical. these are the traits a holmes would have.

⠀⠀he saw an adler instead.

⠀⠀an expert charmer and flirt that could easily unwedge tight-knit person. a little, attractive, and fleeting robin who is light on her feet, quick with her twisted & tricky wits. mettlesome lips, gritty mind - she was branded to advance like a prowling feline.

⠀⠀and damn ... would that be the downfall of the impenetrable daisuke kambe.

⪩ ☁︎．note: republished for archiving purposes; heavy wip; under semi-hiatus.

#fkbu #fugou keiji balance unlimited #daisuke kambe #daisuke kambe x oc #daisuke kambe x reader #daisuke kanbe #daisuke kanbe x oc #daisuke kanbe x reader #daisuke x reader

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blue-sterling0357 · 2 years

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Brain-Rot of the week is.......

Daisuke and Haru with a crush on reader and her sister both are baristas from their(boys) favorite cafe, but but but.....

The cafe baristas actually is just as rich as Daisuke is, but they tries to act like they is middle class, so nobody sucks up to them to try and get to them just for their money.

Like and soon, he and Haru have to go on a mission which includes them being spies for this mission. As they walk in and meet the head spy and as they are talking the topics change from work to family, friends and plans, hey both find out the head has two daughter, pretty ones at that.

As they are talking, in bursts the door two pretty girls who just happen to be reader and her sister in the spy suits and their hair messy and reader's sister crying about how some newbies took their guns and filled them with powder instead of bullets for their shooting practices, all while Haru and Daisuke are just staring at the pretty barista billionaires arguing with their father.

They either fall in-love all over again or fall more in love with the two (if that's possible, that is) and they try to befriend them, but due to some circumstances they can never talk or when they muster up the courage to talk something happens.

Then they always volunteer to be the spy for any of the missions given to them knowing they can either get close with the sisters or get the sisters to patch them up after they intentionally got hurt on a mission.

#balance: unlimited daisuke #balance: unlimited #fugou keiji haru #fugou keiji balance unlimited #fugou keiji daisuke #fugou keiji imagines #daisuke kambe #haru katō #haru katou #daisuke x reader #haru x reader #daisuke kanbe #balance: unlimited x reader #fugou keiji #katou haru #kambe #millionaire detective

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randoimago · 10 months

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Hi! A study date in a library before tests/exams headcanons for P4 Narukami, Kou, Daisuke and Naoki, please. Thank you!

Study Date Before Exams

Fandom: Persona 4

Character(s): Yu Narukami, Kou Ichigo, Daisuke Nagase, Naoki Konishi

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): You got it!

Narukami

Yu is very smart already, having his stats maxed (not that you know what that means), so a study date is him making notes and smiling as he does his best with helping you on subjects.

Does try to sneak some snacks into the library while you're studying. Food helps boost your brain so he wants to make sure you're eating and studying. Due to you looking over books, he'll be happy to feed you some dark chocolate or whatever.

You get a lot of motivational support from him as he is so patient and understanding (he's like saintly). Even if you're getting frustrated by certain questions or subjects then he'll gladly explain in a way that is actually helpful.

Kou

His grades are actually pretty good. Not top ten material, but definitely upper percentile. It's not that he likes studying, just that he knows he needs good grades if he wants to stay in Basketball (and because he does want to make his family proud).

So studying with him has him getting you flashcards or showing you things he's highlighted in his notebook. While it sounds like he puts a lot of effort in it, and he does, it's honestly kind of a mess to read to anyone besides him.

But still he wants to help you as best as he can. If he notices you getting frustrated then he's glad to take a break with you for snacks and something to drink.

Daisuke

Average to above average grades for Daisuke. You'd think with his fear of failure that he'd be top in the class, but he also doesn't want the stress of being on top and then seeing his grades drop for whatever reason so he tries not to stress himself about it.

But still, he's very helpful with showing you study methods and such. He splits up the material so you're both not cramming too much information into your brain. Honestly really good at helping you study even if he seems like he'd be bad.

And you can bet that he brings all kinds of energy bars and sports drinks to hydrate and keep you from being hungry. It might end up being a bit too much, but it's brain food and he wants to be helpful to you.

Naoki

Honestly, he really needs this study date. Not that his grades are awful, but they've just dropped a lot. He does apologize that he doesn't know how good he'll be when it comes to studying but he'll try.

Really you're the one that has to keep him focused and doing your best to show him notes and remind him of details that were mentioned in class. He just ends up zoning out a lot in class.

Naoki gladly takes you out to eat after the study session. It's the least he can do with how patient and helpful you were for him. He does promise he'll study more on his own and he has a new goal in mind of wanting to make you proud with doing good on the test.

#persona 4 x reader #kou ichigo x reader #kou x reader #yu narukami x reader #yu x reader #daisuke nagase x reader #daisuke x reader #naoki x reader #naoki konishi x reader

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vera-deville · 2 years

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Fugou Keiji Fans

So, ever since the first season ended, the fandom has kind of died out a bit. Eventually, it reached a point where there was no new fanfics for Daisuke Kambe that I knew of.

This could mean one of two things:

1.) There are fanfics and stuff that I haven't come across.

2.) People have moved on from the fandom (whom @sillyroyalty pointed out to me)

Which, if it's the first one, I'm glad because at least there are still people in the fandom doing stuff, you know?

BUT.

If it's the second one, I am very sad as the series is indeed great, but people can only write so many fics without making everything (such as personality traits) seem excessively repetitive). @sillyroyalty also pointed this out for me, so thank you for that!

Don't take this post too seriously. I'm just drowning in the sorrow that there's no new season and that there aren't many (if at all any) new fanfics-

#fugou keiji balance unlimited #fugou keiji #balance unlimited #the millionaire detective #daisuke kambe #haru katou #daisuke kambe x reader #daisuke x reader #haru kato x reader #haru x reader #y/n #reader #i need more content #please #i'm beggin you

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sleep-0-deprived · 5 months

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I shouldn’t cry, but I love it

Men that are protective over you and are very touchy when you cling to them. Men that comfort and hold you when your sad and put their arms around your waist from behind

Men that treat you to dates and let you rest your head on their chest. Men that like it when you are clingy and give you everything you’ve never had.

Men that will handcuff you to the bed and dress you up in the finest lace. Men that are very carful when prepping you and treat you like a precious doll.

Men that call you “sweetheart, baby boy, doll” in your ear while they fuck you roughly. Men that love the smell and taste of your body and drives them crazy.

Men that spoil you and will fuck you anywhere. Men that will worship and praise your body like you are a god but will fuck you until you can’t walk.

— Toji, Geto, choso, Nanami, Fyodor, Crocodile, Mihawk, Daisuke, Gyomei, Kakashi, Gojo, Jean, Sebastian, Itachi

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yurmomsawh0r · 1 year

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Mᴜᴛᴇ ᴘᴛ. 3 - ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟᴇ// 18+ MDNI!!!!

Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Megumi, Daisuke, Iwaizumi, Uzui, Tanjiro, Levi, Muzan, Itachi, Kaneki, Seshomaru, Ban, Hak

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

♡

There you stood in the silk gown that gracefully fell down your body. Diamond earrings dangling from their hooks and a matching necklace to go along. You could feel the stares and whispers about the how you looked or simply about how Lord h/l/n has chosen a lovely wife for him to parade around.

They were jealous or maybe envious. Either way it didn't matter to your husband. It didn't matter to him because you were his. Nobody else's.

He would show you off for the world to see, but tonight was a special night. He was gonna show a certain someone exactly what he was missing!

°•○

You watched the way your husband conversed with his associates and colleagues. He still held his everyday stoic expression, but conversed amongst them.

Sipping your glass if champagne, you walked around the room admiring the decor the servants displayed throughout the ball room. The insignia of your husband's organization was painted in huge bold lettering on the floor.

Three perfectly lined crystal chandeliers hung, lighting up the room. An assortment of food and sweets was lined on the back wall, as well as a bar placed adjacently agaisnt the corner.

Your skin prickled. Someone was watching you - and you could feel all their exasperation, which you couldn't think of why? You hadn't done anything to anyone. Let alone spoken to them.

Only a select few were graced by your soft and seductive voice - or so, your husband liked to say. You took another sip of your drink trying to take the nerves away.

"Well look at you. All prim and proper, dressing the part." An all to familiar voice spoke from behind you. This voice was definitely something you didn't want to hear ever again.

Fear and dread filled you. Reliving the most traumatic experience you've ever had. As you faced him, you got a good look at what was once the love of your life, but now, you realized how wrong you were. His eyes was sullen and held bags under them. He was alot thinner too and his skin was a sickly pale. He was dying.

You once cared for him sure, but it wasn't love. It never got to blossom into that. Instead it turned into fear. You'd never give him the time of day ever again.

Clearing your throat, you did a quick look around. Your husband was no where in sight, leaving you in an even more distressed state.

He'd never left you alone before and him choosing to not be present anywhere in the room made you mad, and scared. "Your little sugar daddy is occupied." Dan spoke out, noticing your distress.

"You know it's all a lie right you'll never be good enough for him. For anyone. He doesn't fucking love you. Your a pet to be displayed on his arm. That's what everyone is saying anyway-"

"Even though you broke my fuckin heart, I would still take you back y/n, you should just, come back to me." In all reality, Dan knew the truth. He let his jealousy and rage take over. Resulting in him losing the best thing his had. You

You tried finding your voice but you felt it quickly fading. All the work that your husband had put in just to even get you to speak, and you were allowing this man to make you go backwards.

He went to speak again, but one of the servants called for your attention. "Lord h/l/n is requesting your audience ma'am."

Flittering away from the past as quickly as you could, you marched towards his office.

When you arrived, you seen your husband having a glass of whisky with his subordinates, but upon your arrival, they all said their goodbyes, and headed back to the party

"Enjoying yourself dear?" He asked. You gave a stiff nod hoping that he wouldn't notice your distress, but that was impossible. This man knew you better than anyone - better than yourself.

"What's wrong?" Again, you just shook your head. The words failing to leave your lips. By now you were sure he noticed something was wrong with you. He took slow calculated steps towards you until he stopped right in front of you. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him.

His eyes narrow into slits as he examined you, trying to find anything abnormal. "Why won't you speak?" He racks his brain for a probable cause of what could make you so meek.

Just earlier you were fine, and the only time he'd ever seen you like this was when you first started to speak but was still to scared to voice your concerns and opinions.

The other was when . . . "Was is Dan?" He asked you suddenly. "Tch - of course it was. What did he say to you?"

"N-nothing, he-he just - is it true what they say?"

"What are you talking about?"

The tears you had been holding in began to fall from you freely. "Am I just your pet that you parade around. Like your charity case?"

You know you shouldn't have let Dan's words get to you, but your insecurities were stronger than your will. Its not like you haven't questioned whether or not your husband loved you. Truly loved you.

"Have I ever made you feel like a charity case y/n? - have I ever rushed or forced you to be presented in a way you never liked?" Irritation now laced his voice. You shouldn't feel like this. He shouldn't be the reason you were. You trembled a little, but still said no.

"Exactly. So just because Dan decided to show up does that mean everything I've done for you mean it's a lie?"

Again you responded no. He caressed your face, sliding down his hand down until it gripped your neck.

"Must I show you every time?" He pulled you in for a deep penetrating kiss - one that led to many other things in his office once again.

°•○●°•○●°•○●°○●

"Come in" The door clicked open and footsteps thumped the floorboards under their souls.

"What are you doing here?" H/N asked whomever he was speaking to. He was looking over a few papers before he decided he wanted to head back over to the party. "Nice party your having, but it's sad to see the host is not present."

Dan's voice rang out through the room. He was looking around the place. Trying to find anything valuable that he could take. "When business is booming, sometimes you have to-"

He pauses for a moment. Clearing his throat and adjusting himself before continuing. "- To work when it isn't convenient."

Dan analyzed his former partner. A bead trickling down his forehead and a light tint to his cheeks and his fist kept clenching and unclenching.

"What's up with you?" Dan asked him. He had never seen this man so flustered. The only other expression he seemed to hold was neutral and anger.

"Nothing, what do you want." He proceeded to say. What's wrong is the repetitive stroking of your tongue on his cock (ee I hate this word) what's wrong was the fact he had to hold back just mere seconds from fucking your face and having the best climax in the world.

He was trying to keep his cool but once you started to stroke him with sucking on his balls he couldn't help but sweat. His nails digging in his palms.

"Oh nothing. Came to see an old friend."

You could tell your husband was getting fed up and honestly so were you. "I don't have time for games, get on with your constantly procrastination." He was close - you could tell by the way his balls tightened in your hand.

You go to stroke him again but hesitated with his next choice of words. "How is she? Tired of her yet?" You could hear the smugness in his voice. You could even imagine his stupid little smirk.

You were tired of it - you were tired of him and his constantly bullying bullshit! You've had enough.

A snap of fingers and more footsteps fall into the room. Your husband is stunned to see you rising from your spot beneath his desk. You don't know where you got this courage from, but it felt good. Dan and the guards all had shocked expressions on their faces.

It was you who had snapped for them to come in.

"Take him downstairs so I can finish what we started, and then you can ask him if he's tired of me yet."

Dan's face looked completely taken over. He hadn't heard your voice in years and to hear it now did something to him - meanwhile your husband's dick throbbed even harder with need from thr scene before him.

So he decided to add a little to moment. "Well you her my lady. Take him away" and just like that, Dan was dragged away like the trash he is.

"Now where were we my love?"

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