#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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[ilyluffy]

𝒞𝒜𝑀𝐸𝑅𝒜 ~ 𝐹𝐿𝒜𝒮𝐻

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: nahoya kawata + ryohei hayashi + tetta kisaki + kazushi yamagishi + imaushi wakasa

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, reader wears a skirt (nahoya, yamagishi, wakasa), unconsensual picture taking, pervy behaviour, panty stealing, nudes, masturbation, gaslighting

𝐍𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐀

nahoya is absolutely shameless. he doesn’t even try to hide what he’s up to. smiley will walk right up to you and very obviously take a picture up your skirt. shocked at his boldness, you only snap out of it when nahoya shows you his phone screen. with your cute little panties staring back at you, nahoya snickers. “like that colour sweetheart. should wear it more often” he taunts, making your face heat up. “better yet, you should just hand them over so i can have to real thing to jerk off to instead of just a photo”.

𝐏𝐄𝐇 𝐘𝐀𝐍

peh knows he shouldn’t but when you bend over in front of him to pick something up he can’t help but think about how perfect your ass looks. so perfect he feels like it should be captured. unfortunately for peh yan, he leaves his flash on so when his phone takes a photo you immediately know. he’s at bad at lying as he is at being a pervert. “if you want an ass pic peh you could have just asked for them” you raise an eyebrow at him, making peh choke on nothing. “would have given them to you”.

𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈

kisaki is actually really good at taking photos of you without you knowing. he has a whole photo dedicated to you like a creep. the only reason you actually catch him is because you walk in on him jerking off to one of your photos. kisaki’s in a panic of course. as his mind’s racing trying to come up with a good excuse you’re suddenly in front of him cooing. “didn’t know you liked me so much, tetta. that picture could be better though. wanna have a little photoshoot so you have something better to cum to?”.

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈

yamagishi knows he’s a perv but he still feels bad for taking out his phone when you lean over and give him a full view of your panties. that doesn’t stop him from taking a picture. the porn mags just aren’t my cutting it anymore. yamagishi didn’t really think things through though because you hear the snapping sound his camera makes. he nearly drops his phone in horror when you turn back toward him with narrowed eyes. “pervert” you scold, causing yamagishi to babble out apologies. “yams, i could have taken much better photos for you. just had to ask”.

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀

wakasa is so casual about it that he pretty much convinces you that you were wrong when you catch him. while sitting at a table with wakasa, he conveniently drops something. when he goes to pick it up you swear you hear the clicking of the camera and you’d be right. wakasa took advantage of the opportunity to snap a pic of your panties up your skirt. when you ask him about it he just shrugs. “what are you talking about? just needed to grab my fork” wakasa says with narrowed eyes. “sounds to me like you’re imagining things [y/n]”.

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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

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"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.

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[k-indie]

NSFW

Various x Reader (might be inaccurate at the naming) minor non-con perhaps

For some reason, you hated your neighbor. Perhaps it was the way he always used you for your handy skills, asking you for help around his house even though he could do all of the work by himself. But how could he refuse his hot neighbor when he watched her sweaty body glistening in the sun whenever she was working on her car, mowing her lawn, and even babysitting her other neighbors kids and chasing them around the yard with water guns or water balloons?

He wanted you.

He wanted you so bad he could taste you.

Now, he wasn't the type to openly admit any and everything, he had a funny way of leading you to the conclusion and whether you accepted or not was not his problem. In fact, he preferred it that way so he could tease you when you would accuse him of something he all but insinuated.

He was a headache and regardless of the cool-headed act he put up around whether it was just his personality or not, it always left you frustrated. He was a whirlwind of a man and you tried to steer clear of his ship as much as possible.

But when he noticed such a pull back from you, it only left him the necessary space to think of things to get you into his grasp again. So, then the tinkering started to happen. First, he started with asking you for certain household items that he would keep for a couple of days just to return it to see your smile and a small thanks to him. Then it was ingredients, small things like eggs, sugar, the occasional request for hot sauce. Don't ask.

Lastly, he started asking you to take a look at his car, his ceiling fans, his sinks. The one time he took you to look at the sink in his master bath, you almost never returned again because he was so flippant with how your ass looks so delectable bent for him like that, and you knew he knew you could hear him when he mumbled it, but you didn't know he was taking pictures secretly. Either way, you ignored the comment, finished the job, and left his home without another word.

And you'd finally had some peace for about four days before he decided to pester you about his kitchen sink. He saw you outside, sunbathing in a short, skin tight sundress in your backyard before he was ogling your entire body and practically drooling at the sight. He licked his lips when he leaned over his fence and whistled, "Hey, neighbor. I got a super leaky sink and I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Do you mind helping me?"

"YouTube."

And he grumbled to himself under his breath, cursing your immediate and curt response, "I tried that. The videos didn't help any."

You went through a list of other ways to fix a leaky sink and he said he'd tried it all, and begged you to help him with a pout, and you knew there'd be no way out of it unless you agreed to his evil plan and helped him with his sink yourself. Otherwise, there'd be no way you'd get the R and R you deserved.

"Fine. I'm coming reluctantly, neighbor~" You grunted before pushing your sunglass up and crossing from your backyard, to his front yard, and meeting his eager self at his front door. "Come on in. Kitchen's just this way."

You huffed through your nose and kissed your teeth, hoping he knew how inconvenient this was for you. But he didn't care at all.

--

You were too busy changing the pipe you figured he must've tampered with to notice the skirt of your dress was riding up and revealing your pretty ass to him, covered in a very thin, white lace material. He must've been dreaming or died and went to heaven because the sight of your underwear contrasting with your skin sent shivers down his spine and blood rushing to his dick, and he knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer not having a piece of you to take to the grave with him.

So, when you felt the pressure of the cabinet underneath the sink on your side, and the inability to pull yourself out of the hard place, you groaned at the man behind you, his hands palming at your ass with his knee holding the door against your body. "I swear to the powers that be, if you don't st-" whack.

You tried to hold back the moan erupting in your throat at the feeling of the slap, halting your thoughts and your speech, but he heard the small squeak your lips made a mistake of holding onto.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted you ever since you moved in next door, gorgeous."

He slapped your ass again, your dress hiked up further now and your panties on full display. He rubbed your ass cheeks in tandem with his slow grinding against your cunt, hips jolting into yours to make your hips flex against the door of the cabinet and the threshold.

"You fucking perv... Stop-"

And another slap landed on your thigh this time, halting your speech once more and you started to wonder if he'd slap you every time you spoke. You let out a full moan this time, silently cursing yourself for the action but thankful he couldn't see the lewd faces you were making due to the rough treatment he was carelessly throwing your way.

"I've wanted to touch you for so long but I can't fucking wait anymore... I'm tired of waiting for you, I have to have you now."

No other words were spoken when he pulled your panties down and pushed his fingers against your slit, rubbing downwards and hovering at the spot just beneath your salivated pearl, rubbing small spots in place before letting your voice ring in his ears and he was quick to attack your nub with ferocity. Fingers dancing hectically against your clit, his mouth watered at the sight of your pussy clenching around nothing while he fingered you like this, underneath his sink and locked between his cabinet and the door and his leg.

"Fuck... princess, you're so fucking wet."

He was quick to take one hand off your body, sitting on your thigh and holding one of your lips apart, using it to unzip his jeans and pull them down halfway along with his boxers, fisting his cock with it pointed directly at your sopping slit.

"Whatever you're planning on doing, don't."

Your voice was shaky, betraying your attempt to assert dominance in your bent and trapped form. You needed to feel something but you also didn't want the friction to come from him. Did you?

"Shh, I'll take care of you. I'll be gentle, baby."

You knew that when a man wanted you as much as the one hovering behind you did --tip threatening to dive deep into your waters-- any of his promises of not going feral on you, his primal instincts vowed to be locked away somewhere deep inside of him, he was lying. But this man never failed to surprise you with his unpredictable moves.

You wouldn't be surprised if you did, however, find those pictures he'd snapped of your bare pussy mailed to you or pinned to his wall in his bedroom either, you'd heard the snap of the polaroid camera this time and you figured he'd taken more. Nothing you could do about it trapped under his sink now.

This man was obsessed with the vagina and the womb, and you were surprised when he actually did go slow, entering your pussy with a slow squelching sound resonating too loud for your liking in the darkness of the cabinet. Your attempts to escape were futile, and you'd stopped long ago when he had laid the first slap on your ass, but you still tried again this time, not even thinking about the way you mindlessly pushed yourself back against him until you felt his cock sliding into you even deeper, pushing so deliciously against your cervix and you jolted forward, pussy clenching on his tip when the sensation took you by surprise.

He groaned at your attempt to hide yourself further away from him in his cabinet, and he pushed the door even harder now against your hips, digging into the bones before he was pulling back, one hand bracing the supple flesh where you thigh met your ass and the other supporting his knee at the top of the cabinet, keeping you in place.

His snaps backed into yours, repeatedly pounding into you and impaling your cervix with every thrust. Your screams of pleasure and whines for him to stop or go slower fell on deaf ears-- all he heard was, "daddy, more" with every scream that left your lips even if it wasn't what you were saying.

He loved fucking his sweet neighbors tiny, wet cunt underneath his sink, so much that when you squirted on his long, veiny, slightly thick cock, he couldn't help but to rail you even faster, letting his cum spurt in long strings into you, pushing it all into your cunt, as much as he could and never letting up even when you were babbling about how good it felt and were spent on the floor of the cupboard.

He released the hold of the door in favor of pulling back and you with him, and pushing your chest to his wooden kitchen floor and pulling your hands behind your back. "I'm so fucking glad you're my neighbor... sweet, tight cunt milking me so fucking good..."

You were too tired to offer a rebuttal, eyes rolling back in your head as you came once more, hips rolling in small circles against his as you moaned breathily and started chanting his name lightly, your orgasm being snatched right out effortlessly with every delicious dip of his tip into your cervix.

"My perfect little neighbor..."

GOJO | Toji | Ran | Geto | Kazutora | Kisaki | Hanma | Kuroo ? | Uzui maybe ? | Michael Jackson KnY| Kyoraku-taichou | Kenpachi to some degree | Izana | Manjiro |

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[lilyundertaker]

April bullies day 20 - Little dove

Pairing: bully!Kisaki x reader;

Genre: TokRev AU, smut, one-shot;

Warnings: 18+, dub con, vaginal sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, oral (both receiving), fingering, overstimulation;

Synopsis: You and Kisaki attended the same highschool, so you and your younger brother takemichi devised a plan for you to seduce him. Kisaki acts cold towards you and calls you different kinds of nasty names, but you still act as if you're head over heels into him. The next time you time-leap back, you find yourself in an awful position...

Note: this time synopsis is more of a background info before all the juicy stuff that follows;

One moment your brother was shaking Naoto’s hand, the other you were sucking Kisaki’s cock. Kisaki had his hand forcing you ap and down his shaft while your brother had been tied to a chair and forced to watch the seen playing out in front of him.

Kisaki’s throat vibrated from the groans coming out of his mouth. “Yeah, good girl! Take all of me inside that treacherous mouth of yours.” He said between moans. You pitied Takemichi, who had to watch as his only family got violated. But then again you didn’t have much time to think about him as you thought on how to better work your mouth on Kisaki, so that he’d be finally done with you.

Not only were you using your mouth but your hands as well, looking like a pornstar. Though you didn’t worry about it that much, when Hanma had a gun pressed at your baby brother’s temple.

You could feel Kisaki’s thighs shake as he went closer and closer to his 3rd orgasm. Your only hope was that he wouldn’t demand a fourth or even worse – have his men use you as they pleased.

Kisaki thrusted his thighs up, hitting the back of your throat before finally cumming, his hands nearly ripping your hair from the roots. The way he came in your mouth made you sick. His cum was pouring out of both your mouth and nose, making both of your breathing channels soar. At least he was a gentleman in a way because as soon as his trousers were back on he got a handkerchief and wiped his own seed off your face.

Takemichi was thankful that it was finally over and expected Kisaki to force some kind of terms for him, but hi assumption was wrong as Kisaki dragged you towards a door leading her out of the cold basement and up the stairs to a corridor. He then forced you to his bedroom and locked the door, making you shiver from his actions.

You were most surprised when he walked closer to you and gave you a soft hug. His breath teased your neck, his hands were rubbing your back and his glasses were pressed against your shoulder. “I’m sorry little dove, but that was the only way to show you and everyone else of the dominance I have over you little dove.”

What the actual fuck was he even mumbling about? “Whatever tricks you were using on me at school, they worked, and I can’t imagine my life without you.” He said in full seriousness. Kisaki got on his knees as tears slowly trickled from his eyes and under his glasses. “Please don’t leave me little dove, I can’t live without you! There’s no one in my life to care about and the only person I once did will never return my feelings so…” he trailed off as your eyes were focused on his and the tears falling from them “…you’re the only thing I have. The only chance I have still left in me.

The truth was that in between your seductions you had fallen for Kisaki aswell. It wasn’t that much serious but given the chance you would jump at it. You pushed at his hands so he’d get up and gave him a kiss full on the lips, discarding his glasses during the process.  

Kisaki’s knees went weak from your actions and he nearly sunk back on them, but instead you walked him backwards to the bed and fell on top of him as you were making out. You pushed him away from your lips only to say, “Well since I’m your little dove, why don’t you let your actions speak for it.”

You needn’t tell him twice. He got right on to it and removed your skirts and panties, leaving your black cheerleader leg warmers on. He trailed soft hisses on the inside of your thigs making you moan from it. You already thought that his lips were soft during your make out session, but this was on another level. You were holding in your orgasm so that you wouldn’t cum before he got to your dripping lips.

Kisaki trailed his kisses upwards until his lips were fully kissing your pussy making your legs shake. He was definitely skilled in what he was doing. Kisaki sucked on your clit and licked over your opening, only to make you cum on his tongue. But that didn’t stop him. He licked all of your juices and got back to teasing your pussy with his tongue.

Kisaki brought his fingers to your pussy and began to thrust them in and out of you as he was still eating you out like a desert. He brought his hands under your thighs so that his face was even deeper in your cunt, his face covered in your juices.

Your legs were trembling hard as you came again on his tongue. Kisaki went up in for a kiss to give you a taste of your own juices. He pushed your legs upwards in a mating press. “Tell me if I’m hurting you!” he said seriously before teasing your entrace with his cock getting the remnants of your juices on it. Kisaki pushed in slowly watching your face in order to not miss any expressions that would show whether you might be in pain. Wisely you pushed his head on your neck and dug your fingers in the flesh of his back so that he wouldn’t see the tears forming in your eyes.

You felt his girth trying to stretch you open. You weren’t exactly a virgin but you had never taken someone this big inside of you. Some time had to pass before the pain was changed to pleasure and before long it did.

Kisaki was pleased to here moans coming out of your mouth. Your fingers were digging even more in his flesh, leaving red marks on his skin, but he would wear them proudly, knowing that it was a sign of the pleasure and love he was giving to you.

He kissed you again, exploring your mouth, every corner of it. Kisaki grunted in your mouth, leaving them to kiss your neck. “I’m close little dove.” He said. “Yeah, me too.” You managed to struggle out before returning to moaning. It took around five more thrusts before Kisaki pulled out and came on your stomach. He proceeded to draw fast and harsh circles on your clit to have you cumming aswell.

“Can I ask something of you?” you said as Kisaki was cuddling you from behind, your bodies clean from the mess you had made during sex. “Anything.” He answered. You gathered your courage to ask him the thing that had been bothering ever since you finished your lovemaking. “Please release my brother and promise me that you’ll never kill him or seriously injure him.” Kisaki was taken aback by this and thought long and hard about it, but in the end, he was left with no choice but to agree if he wanted to keep you at his side, so he confirmed your request with a nod. “Thank you Tetta!” you shot up and pulled him in a tight embrace.

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[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!”

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[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.”

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[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

[ilyluffy]

𝒪𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒮𝒯𝐼𝑀 ~ 𝐿𝒪𝑅𝒟𝒮

𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: takemichi hanagaki + souya kawata + hajime kokonoi + tetta kisaki

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, overstimulation, dacryphilia, sub!souya and kisaki, dom(ish)!michi and koko, pussy drunk boys

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐊𝐈

takemichi can never say no to you, even when he really should. so when you’re begging him to cum again after already going several rounds with him, takemichi will agree. he knows full well that he’ll be cumming blanks and that his cock hurts so bad but he’ll ignore it just to satisfy you. anything for his pretty baby. “i’ll give you one more, baby. i-i’ll give you a hundred more if that’s what you want. love you so much”.

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐀

there’s no way you could NOT overstimulate souya. he just looks so cute when he’s spent out, unable to cum anymore. his cheeks will be all pink, drool slipping down his chin, and eyes wide and glossy. he’ll beg you to stop, that he can’t handle it anymore but both of you know he doesn’t mean it deep down. “t-too much. nngh! w-wait… don’t stop”. souya loves it when you use him, he loves it even more when you completely break him.

𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈

koko actually always ends up overstimulating himself but it’s also your fault for feeling so good wrapped around him. it’s so easy for him to get drunk off of having his cock inside of you. “s-shit, feel amazing. can’t stop. n-need to cum again”. before koko knows it he’s given you all the seed is poor balls have to offer but even then, he keeps dragging his aching cock against your walls. he just can’t bare to pull out.

𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈

kisaki has a competitive nature so he’ll never tell you that he’s had enough. even when there’s tears washing down his cheeks and he’s slurring from cumming too many times. if you challenge kisaki to go another round he’ll agree because he just can’t stand losing. “d-don’t get smart. i can keep going. not g-gonna break me you f-fucking slut”. only time he’ll give up is when he passes out, body unable to handle one more orgasm.

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