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prncessrindou · 2 days
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it’s true, isn’t it? rindou haitani. ᡣ𐭩
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𐙚 ⋆.˚ CONTENT WARNING . . fem!reader, Tenjiku!Rindou, alcohol use, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie and use of pet names.
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“is it true?” you asked rindou teasingly, holding a red cup full of alcohol to your mouth.
rindou head turned slowly, staring at you intensely. his violet eyes were low and his vision is a bit hazy.
he ignores you. slightly turning his head back around. the alcohol is coursing through his veins as be begins to daydream about making you scream til your voice is hoarse. “rinnie—, earth to rinnie! are you with me?” you snap him out of his daydream.
“huh.. wha— i told you to stop callin’ me that.” he grumbles, laying his head back against his fluffed pillow and throwing his arm over his face.
“then answer my question. is it true?”
rindou makes a ‘tsk’ sound, “is what true?” he asks, his voice much lower and deeper than usual. it reminds you of his sleepy voice, the same voice that makes you rub your thighs together every-time you hear it.
a smile appeared on your face, “is it true you’re able to make people scream by twisting their joints?”
rindou lifted up his arm, looking directly at you. this time his vision wasn’t hazy.. he grins and asks, “you wanna find out?”
the next thing you know is that rindou is on top of you, pinning your hands above your head as he teases and bites your ear lobe. his hot breath sending chills down your spine, your core getting hot and work up from being in this position with rindou. “so you wanna find out how i make ‘em scream, huh pretty?” he asks.
you nodded your head, you rubbed your thighs together once more.. bending your knees til they hit rindou’s crotch. he seemed unfazed by that, “use your words, pretty.. i know you can talk. you was just talking my damn ear off earlier.”
you swallowed the lump in your throat, “yes.. i want you to show me.”
that was all rindou needed to hear.. he snatched your and his clothes off in a flash. you drooled at the sight of his fat cock, he pumped his cock a few times before teasing your folds with his huge blushing tip. “want me to prep or you think you can take it?” he questions. rindou was dangerously huge and you knew if he didn’t open you up some, you’d be sore for days.
“prep, please.” you whispered, covering your face in embarrassment, but all rindou could do was grin at your cute nature.
“thought so,” he grinned and began gliding his fingers up and down your slit. “holy shit, you’re already wet as fuck.” he muttered before inserting two of his fingers inside of your pussy.
his lips were attached to your chin, your neck then your bare chest. his tongue was swirling around your nipple as his fingers curled up inside of you. you couldn’t help but grab his locks and pull on it as you moaned his name, your climax almost hitting you until he retrieved his digits from your wetness.
“you only get to cum on my cock. understand me?”
you nodded your head, a little disappointed that you didn’t get to cum, but rindou was sure to make up for that. rindou suddenly grabbed your legs, pressing your thighs against your chest as he leans forward to kiss your lips. the fat tip of his cock sliding up and down your slit, occasionally bumping your clit until finally sliding inside your warm walls.
your mouth was gapped open and your back was arching up off the mattress as his tip touched that spot. you were practically gushing around his length and he hasn’t even moved an inch yet. “rinnnn— baby, please move!” you whined, you felt as if he was splitting you in half. he had an iron grip on your thighs and you knew that they’ll be sore the next day.
rindou leaned forward to give you another kiss before slamming his hips into yours. every stroke was hitting your spot and all you could do was pull on his hair and scream his name. yeah, the alcohol was coursing through his veins for sure, but maybe seeing your pretty face all scrunched up with pleasure is what gave him such a rush to the point he was painting your walls with his warm thick cum repeatedly.
your legs was definitely fucked when he was through with you.
𖦹 .˚ TAGLIST . . @arlerts-angel @bloodsiren @haitani-maki @bleach-your-panties @highpri3stess @lunerenzo @anxious-chick @hysterotic
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audrinui · 1 day
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halftime.
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synopsis. sometimes takeomi just wants to shut you the fuck up.
contains. fem!reader. college!au. jock!takeomi. hate fucking. condescending praise. light degradation if you squint really but it’s like…slut (affectionate). public sex. reader is a cheerleader. squirting.
note. 18+ mdni. slut omi agenda! NO there is no part two.
@leightonsangels @highpri3stess here u go!! <3 mwuah!
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it’s disgusting.
the way your pussy sounds right now is filthy. it’s abhorrent. the heat from your cheeks isn’t from pleasure, it’s from embarrassment. you’re appalled. revolted by yourself, by the betrayal of your body, by the war between your nature and your mind.
there’s no way you should like this as much as you do, but takeomi’s cock is just too fucking good to pass up.
you bite down on your forearm, plucked brows twitching and furrowing as you rise to your tippy toes to meet his heavy, brutal thrusts. each sink of his cock is met with a loud, loud squelch, telltale sounds of oozing slick dribbling out from around his fat cock, smearing all over both your thighs. perspiration rolls down the crack of your ass and instinctively you pucker, only for your wide eyes to cross as a thick thumb sinks into the tiny hole, other fingers spreading over your ass to hold you still. another rush of arousal comes gushing out your sloppy cunny and you’re gritting your teeth inwardly, wishing you could close your eyes shut and never deal with the embarrassment of being caught fucking takeomi akashi of all people ever again.
how embarrassing would it be to be caught fucking your sworn enemy during halftime?
how did this even start? fuck if you knew, you couldn’t remember. the furthest your memory could go back was bumping into the tall man after you just ran off the field, completing your set. truthfully you had full intentions to go home- you had a biology test in the morning and something for english due in a few hours. but takeomi found you, of course he fucking found you, and the argument that came after was automatic. ten minutes later you’re thrashing as he pulls you aside to ask what your problem is, and twenty minutes later he’s fixing said problem with his thumb buried in your ass, cock bullying your cunt, and growling in your ear the same stupid shit he always does.
“all you fuckin’ needed, all this damn time,” he’s snarling at you now, rough and low in your ear while his massive dick splits your poor cunt open, heavy balls slapping against your clit each time he snaps up into you. “was a good fuck? that’s it? all i had to do to shut you up was fuck you?”
“sh-shut the hell u-up,” you slur. your eyes cross, tongue and drool lolling out your pretty mouth. takeomi grits his teeth and in a split second his fingernails scrape against you, pulling your small uniform top up and over your tits. they fall out of the confines so easily and he doesn’t care to suppress his groan, letting himself knead and grope at your pretty tits, pinching and rolling your nipples between skilled, hardened fingers.
“o-omi!” you squeal, and you hate the way you clamp down so tight around him he can barely move. it feels good, it feels so fucking good and it shouldn’t. “leave me- hahh, hahh- a-alone! get your fuck-ngh- hands off me!”
“shut the fuck up.”
he kisses his teeth, and your demands are met. he lets go but a second later he’s sending a hard slap to the flesh of your tit, and before you can say anything he’s gripped your neck and arched you back to look at him. like this your core lines up with his fat head, tip mushing right up against your sweetest spot and you know you’re not about to last long.
the thought is solidified when he puckers his lips, silvery pearl of spit beading between taught lips, growing heavier and heavier until it drops to you—to an awaiting tongue that, even if his hand wasn’t pushing in on your cheek, you’d have stuck out anyway. and you’d be a liar if the way he groans out ‘good girl’ after you swallow it instantly didn’t make your thighs quiver.
“you’re gonna cum for me,” he says, and if you could nod, a part of you might have considered doing it. “you’re gonna make a fuckin’ mess on this fat cock and afterwards, you’re gonna get on your knees and clean it up. do i make myself clear?”
“f-fuck you.”
he grins, and you can make out his canines just barely. “‘m gonna make you into my personal slut and you’re gonna hate it.”
little did he know, you already did.
when he lets go of your neck he instead grips on the back of your little shirt, using it as leverage to keep you in place while he fucks your tiny cunt. “play with your clit, princess,” he commands, and you’re automatic to follow. your index finger slides down to tap the bud and you gasp. it doesn’t take long- one, two, three swipes of your soft hands and then—
“‘omi!”
“what? g’nna cum already?”
“yeah, yeah! gonna cum, gonna cum-!”
“fucking do it then.”
you see white. you didn’t think it was possible- you’d never felt anything like this before. you saw white, and your mouth salivated and felt numb at the same time. your body convulses- legs and arms trembling, pussy locking up for a split second but takeomi’s relentless. watches the way all your sticky sweet comes rushing out of your stretched cunt and coats over his cock, and to make matters even better, he feels something wet splash against his balls and drip down his thighs. oh fuck, you’re a squirter.
“atta girl,” he’s muttering before he can even realize it, dark eyes locked onto where your bodies met. “that’s it, cum for me, know you needed this so get greedy with it.”
and you do. you release your inhibitions and fuck back onto his cock, holding onto the one support pole for stability. your toes curl into your shoes and thank God you’re a quiet moaner, otherwise whoever was up top would’ve been able to hear you, see you, witness how you fell apart on your sworn enemies dick.
takeomi wonders briefly how you’d react to being found out. a week later he gets his answer.
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arlerts-angel · 9 hours
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ a/n: PHONE SEX WITH DRAKEN. SEND TWEET. i haven't had much inspo for smut until like... rn. doing something a lil different, and i have to say this may be one of my favorite things i've ever written 😌🤍
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ warnings: 18+ MDNI! | fem + physically ambiguous reader | masturbation (m&f) | dirty talk | dialogue heavy | pet names: princess, baby, babydoll, babygirl, pretty girl | not proofread lol 🤍
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". . .kenny? you there?"
"m here. miss you, princess. you okay?"
"mhm. miss you too. a lot." you reply breathily, circling your throbbing clit.
ken smirks. "i know that voice."
"dunno what you mean."
"you need me, don't ya?"
"always need you, ken."
"you're touching yourself?"
you're quiet for a moment. "how can you tell?"
"can hear it in your voice. feeling needy?"
"mmm. . . yeah." you sigh.
"making me hard babydoll." he groans.
"good. want you to touch yourself too. can you?"
"i can do anything for you. what are you doing?"
"m rubbing my clit." you admit.
"fuck baby. does it feel good?" he asks, palming his cock over his pants.
"mhm. wish it was your tongue."
"oh yeah? can't wait to taste you baby. thinking about it makes my cock so hard."
"mmm. want you inside me, kenny."
"i know, baby. i'll be home soon. finger yourself for me." he says before spitting into his hand.
"mmm, ken-" you moan as you fuck a finger into your wet pussy.
"yeah baby? you fucking yourself f'me?" he takes his cock into his lubricated hand and starts slowly tugging at it.
"mhm. pretending it's your cock inside me. . ."
"fuck. . . don't stop, baby. i'm jerking my cock for you. you like that?"
"mhm. . . nngh-! fuck me, ken. . ."
"wanna fuck you so bad, princess. i'll make it up to you. . . promise i will babygirl."
you can hear the wet slapping sound of him jerking his cock. "m getting close kenny- mmh-!"
"already?" he tsks.
"came earlier too," you breathe.
"is that so?"
"mhm—ngh-! what are you doing? thinking about me?"
"course 'm thinking about you. jerking off baby, thinking about you riding my cock. you take me so good, you know that?"
"mmm wish i was taking you right now. my fingers don't fill me up like you do. want you to cum inside me ken." you whine.
"fuck. . . i'm close baby. gonna cum on your fingers f'me?"
"mhm—fuck-! wanna cum for you ken. . ."
"y'sound so pretty. wanna watch you fuck yourself when i get home."
"you do?"
"mhm. you look so fuckin' pretty with your hand down your panties. . . fuck–!" he hisses as his cock twitches. "gonna cum, babygirl. uhn-! fuuuuck. . ."
you return your fingers to your clit and rub eagerly, listening to him grunt and groan as he recovers from his orgasm. "mmm i'm cumming too-! ngh-! ken..!"
"don't stop baby. don't stop til you fuckin cum all over yourself for me." he encourages.
your thighs tremble and you moan his name a final time along a string of slurred words; head mindlessly in the clouds of your orgasm until his voice pulls you out.
"think you can handle one more day without me, pretty girl?" he asks playfully.
"nope, you have to come home right now." you giggle.
"so you can get fucked out of your mind?"
"maybe."
he laughs. "i'll be home before you know it, princess."
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dividers by cafekitsune
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animexts · 7 months
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"Which do you prefer?"
Characters: Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani and Sanzu Haruchiyo.
MASTERLIST | Open Requests!
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Ran Haitani
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"Which do you prefer Ran, Staying with your wife or-"
"Staying with my wife" Ran replies before Sanzu finishes his sentence.
"But I didn't even fucking finish the sentence."
"Anything you tell me, nothing will be better than staying with her." Ran says smiling and Sanzu smiles too.
"Perhaps you could lend me your wife for a while so I can see how good it is." Sanzu says and Rindou sighs when he sees Ran getting up and drawing his weapon
"And here we go again." Kakuchu says closing his eyes.
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Rindou Haitani
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“Rin, if you had to choose between shooting Y/n or me, which would you choose? Ran asks and Rindou sighs.
"Brother, don't ask that question if you're not ready to hear the answer." Rindou says and Ran stops smiling
"Why wouldn't I be ready to hear your answer, Rindou?" Ran asks and is terrified or sees his brother's silence.
"I can't believe it..." Ran speaks in disappointment.
"Oh please brother, you would do that for your wife too."
"I DON'T...okay maybe I would."
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Sanzu Haruchiyo
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"Which do you prefer Sanzu, never being able to do drugs again, or never being able to see Y/n again?" Rindou asks and Sanzu shakes his head.
"Run out of drugs, I can live without that shit, but without my Y/n I can't." Ran and Rindou looked at each other in surprise to see that Sanzu didn't hesitate to answer.
"Really? Rin asks, still incredulous.
"Really," Sanzu smiles.
"Well, I guess I'm the one who needs drugs now," Ran says.
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fuyuluvr · 7 months
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i give this pussy to you nine to five, five to nine. ♡
synopsis: tr men can’t get enough of you, neither could you. &lt;;3 
characters: chifuyu, kakucho, izana
warnings: mdni and ageless blogs dni. you will be blocked. f!reader, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, riding, izana is mean but a good type of mean, oral (f!receiving), lmk if i missed out more. oh also, izana talks in filo idc idc
mini taglist: @kira-rrh @fueledbysano @shinnsspretty @wakashawty <;33
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chifuyu: 
“oh, fuck.” chifuyu groans as he rolls his head back, a dull thump reverberating the room as you sink down his length in quick pumps. your arms were around his neck, lips sucking harshly at the bottom of his ear as breathy moans escape you. 
“yeah, keep going baby. just like that.” he moans as he tries to open his eyes, groaning louder at the sight of your pretty tits in his face. he leans down and sucks one pert nipple, rewarded by a hitched breath on your behalf. 
the blonde sucks harder once he hears your voice calling out his name, pitching higher in cadence as he thrusts even faster in your sticky pussy. 
“shit.” chifuyu groans out. “you’re sucking me in so good. ‘ts like you want me to cum inside.” with your whimper as a response, his lust-filled eyes fell into a close as he grabbed on to the fat of your ass, dictating your movements as the both of you neared completion. 
your pitches were consistently getting higher, his climax was nearing. the room felt hotter and chifuyu knew you were close. a sharp gasp left your lips as his dexterous fingers rubbed small quick circles on your bulging clit. 
your pleas were all he could hear as he had one goal in his mind. to make you finish at the same time. 
“close, baby?” his deep, raspy whimper made your stomach do a flip, you nod with conviction, wanting to feel him fill you up with his seed. 
“just a little more, baby.” he whispers, biting his lip and opening his eyes to look down where you were connected, letting out another groan once he feels your clit throb repeatedly under his fingertips. 
“fuck. fuck–” he released a long moan once he feels your releases surround his length, walls clenching onto him so tight that he couldn’t fight back the temptation to release inside your walls. 
he stops moving you once the both of you rode out your orgasms, his lips searching for yours. 
chifuyu, ever the romantic, needs to always end a session in a lazy makeout. he, however, was not prepared for your hips to start moving once more, hardening his softening member. 
“shit, baby.” he leans his forehead to yours, eyes closing once more as he enjoys the ride. “you’re so fucking good to me.” 
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kakucho: 
kakucho was a gentleman through and through, everyone and their moms know that. but all chivalry leaves his body when he sinks in your fluttering pussy and fucks you like some cheap whore on the streets. 
your moans are what’s keeping him going, his mismatched eyes were lidded, trained on your mouth, watching how your perfect lips transitioned into numerous expressions before he couldn’t resist and stabbed his tongue into your mouth. 
his cock was heavy as he pounds you into the mattress, not giving a fuck if his neighbors hear, hell, he’d even push you on the wall just for them to hear you clearer if he was feeling generous. but that would never happen. you were his. your pussy was his. 
“k-kaku… please.” your shrill cries made him harder and made his pace impossibly faster. 
“you wanna cum, ‘sweet thing?” a cry of confirmation leaves your lips as his hips slammed against yours. the sound of skin hitting skin reverberated against the room, accompanied by your moans and his. 
“beg.” he whispers by your ear, feeling you seize up by his words before you were left a blubbering mess. 
a chorus of pleas fell deaf on his ears as he hiked up your legs to his shoulder, pounding deeper, feeling your slippery cunt tighten up. 
“you’re so– fuck. so good.” he whispers as he bends you in half, lips nibbling on your earlobe. “give it to me.‘ he says before giving you another powerful thrust, fingers massaging your clit to ride out your orgasm. 
your body twitches as his fingers were relentless, he lets out a groan as he follows your lead, sticky ropes of white filled your dampness as he relaxes his hold on your leg, letting it fall to his waist as the both of you catch your breaths. 
kakucho was about to pull out, switch back his chivalric mode on and get you a clean rag to clean you, but he was stopped when your leg pushed him down once more, hardening his softening cock. a sultry look on your face as you cant your hips upward. 
“more.” you whisper, baring your neck to the side and kakucho curses his lack of self-control as he immediately darts forward to suck his mark on the expanse of your neck. 
kakucho pulled away once he was satisfied with the reds and blues that were caused by his lips. a charming smirk enters his face, and you almost forget about the thick cock that was wedged inside of you. 
“you asked for this, sweet thing.” 
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izana
a cry leaves your lips as you came for the second time, tears filling your eyes as you contracted from the stimulation that your lover gave you. speaking of, he was beneath you, focused violet eyes trained to the way your body was trembling as he gave your clit a harsh suck. 
“z-zana…” it was sadistic, really. the way his eyes glinted mischief as he pulled away from your bud, but you couldn’t cheer for the loss of contact since he immediately replaced his mouth with his boney fingers, keeping two fingers flat on your clit, rubbing small, hard circles.
“‘ts too much…” you slurred out. you shivered at the hum he lets out, a sarcastic pout forms on his face as he leans up to meet you eye to eye. 
“you can give me one more, can’t you, mahal?” the pet name seems to have hypnotized your as you nodded your head like a mindless bimbo. and at that point, maybe you were. you see the sinister grin that izana lets out as he pulls his fingers away, forcing you to suck his digits as he pumped his length with his other hand. 
seemingly keeping eye contact, you were entranced by his violet eyes, tongue coating his fingers with saliva, izana smirks before pinching the muscle, keeping it in place as he positions his length from below. 
he lets go of your tongue, in a daze, you kept it lolled out, waiting for his next move. the tanned male leaves no time to waste as he shoves his tongue inside your mouth and his length inside your warmth. 
izana closes his eyes as he feels you moan, the vibration on your tongue intermingling with his as he cants his hips in a quick cadence, leaving broken moans to leave your lips as you pull away, gasping for air.
“tangina. ang sikip. (fuck, it’s tight.)” the deep rasp of his voice made you tighten against him, making another groan leave his lips as mumbles of foreign words were heard from his lips. 
“akin ka lang. (you’re mine.)” he whispers as the slam of his hips get more brutal, his tongue darting out to lick the tears that were streaming by the side of your face, a grin forming on his. 
“puta. ang ganda mo. (fuck. you’re beautiful.)” he smirks. “crying over your king’s cock like this.” by now he can feel the rhythmic tightening of your cunt against his throbbing length. he was close and so were you. 
with this incoming orgasm being your third, it didn’t take you long to reach your end. a gasp leaving your lips as your body seized, clear fluid shooting out of you and wetting izana’s toned stomach. 
“fuck.” izana groans as he cums right after. the tightening of your cunt too much for him to take. the only sound in the room being your heaving breaths. 
you weren’t even fully rested before you felt izana buck his hips again. a whine left your lips as you laid there bonelessly, tired but you knew that your lover still had more to give you. 
izana presses a quick kiss on your lips before he plants his arms on either side of your head. 
“isa pa. (one more.)”
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minarinnn · 3 months
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you’re at a college party he took you to because you were feeling down about your recent break up. he’s your best friend, he’s not gonna let you mope around in your dorm!
by now, the drinks have swallowed your sorrows away and you’re not even thinking about your stupid ex who doesn’t deserve you. that’s until your ex shows up to the party. once you saw him, your mood changed completely. oh how he hated seeing you sad because of that jerk. “hey, you okay? you wanna leave?” he’d whisper in your ear, his hands snaking their way onto your hips, worried eyes pouring into your sad ones
your eyes went from sad to something he’s not quite sure he’s seen before. your hands wrapped theirselves along his neck. “you wanna make out?” you’d mumble, looking at him with hooded eyes and a little smirk tugging at your lips. he’d hesitantly nod, not understanding why you’re asking that now of all times. but he’s your best friend, he would throw himself off a cliff if you asked him too
your plump lips finally meet his, a soft groan escaping him at the sudden neediness he felt from you. biting his lip to gain entrance into his mouth. your tongues swirling with each other. he could taste the alcohol on your tongue and he wondered just how much you had drank tonight
he didn’t understand your question until you pulled away and he saw your ex staring right at you two, anger practically oozing out of him
you were using him. but he didn’t mind. he didn’t mind at all. how could he? he’s your best friend, he’d do anything for you. so when you ask him to meet you in the bathroom, he doesn’t mind. because just as you used him he was gonna use you, it might be for a different meaning but he’s sure you won’t mind. because your his best friend, and this isn’t the first time you’d done something like this with him
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sin-and-punishment · 9 months
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Braid My Hair, Baby~ | Haitani Ran x Fem!Reader (NSFW/18+)
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cw: MDNI, Tenjiku!Ran, cockwarming, orgasm denial, Ran is playful and sassy and a lil mean (but what else is new), explicit smut, ptv sex, creampie, use of petnames (sweetheart, princess, pretty, baby, good girl, darling) ; wc: 1.4k auth note: i've been sitting on this idea (damn, u see that pun? hehe) for a while, and finally found the motivation. this is my first Ran post, i hope you all enjoy the drabble! not proofed- if google docs didn't catch it, it doesn't exist right? ~ — part of the @enchantedforest-network 🌿
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“Ah come on, sweetheart, you’re not even trying. I know you can do better,” Ran dramatically lets out a breath in feigned disappointment as he drops one of his braids back to his chest.
You’ve been braiding his hair for… god, you lost track of time. It was difficult to focus while you were straddling him, sitting on his rock hard cock, snug inside your fluttering pussy. 
This was the condition he set for you when you asked to do his hair this morning. Usually, Ran was far too exhausted to do his braids himself, so when you offered the first time, it just became a well utilized excuse for Ran to get a few extra minutes of snoozing in before he started his day. 
But today, he must have woken up on the... wrong side of the bed. 
He wasn’t his usual sluggish self, for when you asked if he was ready for you to tend to his beautiful locks, a different glimmer shone in his amethyst eyes. The devious grin he adorned made your breath hitch, and even more so when he insisted you both rid yourselves of your clothing and take perch on the bed, sinking you slowly onto his cock already at attention and leaking for you. 
Ran could see how excited you were to have him tight against your walls, already falling into euphoria at the first thrust into you, but he quickly stopped any and all movement by holding your hips still with his well manicured hands. 
“Don’t move— Just keep my cock warm while you braid my hair, princess,” he said with pure chaotic amusement in his pupils. 
You were holding onto composure for… what felt like hours now, twisting the long sections of his hair around each other repetitively. Only, after you’d think you had done a good job given the stilled position you were told to keep, Ran would inspect the braid and deem it insufficient, and implore you to start over. Bastard.
Your cunt was dripping around the base of his dick, your slick making its way over his groin and his balls, down to the sheets below. Every centimeter of friction was like heaven, as seldom as they were. You always had a lustful craving for the beautiful Ran Haitani, and right now it felt like you would simply burst if you had to redo another one of these braids. 
“Rannnn, baby, pleaseee—“ you whined against his tattooed chest. You ghosted your tired fingers over the expanse of his perfect abdominals, the intricate designs flowing down the left side of his body. 
“Hm? Please what, pretty?” he cooed. Placing a curled finger under your chin, he pushed your face upward to meet his half lidded gaze, irises glinting with satisfaction at the state of you. “I just need you to braid my hair as perfectly as you always do. Don’t you want me to look nice today?” He jutted out his bottom lip, exaggerating his sarcasm.  
You clutched one of his shoulders, entangling some of his free flowing strands into your fingers. He was being so mean, purposefully finding miniscule imperfections in each attempt to braid his hair to make you start over. It’s true that Ran was a snob when it came to his hair, but this was ridiculous.
You rolled your hips ever so slightly in desperation, just to let his cock drag a few inches along your pulsating walls and feed into the dull ache you were feeling in the very pit of your core for what felt like forever now. Your subtle movement was met with a tighter grip at your hip bone and a stronger hand at your jaw. Ran’s brow furrowed and he let out a small hiss between his clenched teeth. 
“You don’t need to do that yet, baby. Just braid my hair like a good girl and then I’ll let you bounce on my cock, okay?” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and bit down hard enough to feel some other pain to distract from your fiery need to ride Ran until you came.
Wordlessly, you take the undone portion of his hair back into your hands, sectioning it off and restarting the braid. Your fingers were aching, your cunt was aching, but you wanted to satisfy your man. If this is what he wanted, then so be it.
You were approaching the blonde portion of his hair now, taking care to smooth out each twist and forming it to lay perfectly. Ran could see the look of frustrated concentration on your face, and gave a small kiss to the corner of your twitching mouth. “Good girl, that’s right, keep going–” His hands moved from your motionless hips to your stomach, around to your tensed back muscles, and to your breasts where he gave them a gentle squeeze, running his thumb over each sensitive nipple. He was rewarding you, as small as it was, for enduring all of this. Truth be told, he was enduring it with you– his dick twitched inside of you every so often as a sign that he, too, would also be growing impatient soon if you didn’t get this right.
You stifled a moan as Ran touched you so softly with care, and finished off the black tipped portion of hair. You maneuvered the small clear elastic off your thumb and tied off the tiny blonde ends to keep everything in place. “T-there– done,” you breathed out. 
“Ah ah, let me check your work–” Ran teased before you had any ideas about moving. He inspected his braid both with his hand and his eyes, raking over the strands for any flaws. You were holding your breath waiting for him to tell you to redo it again, and tears began to form on your lash line. 
Ran peeked up at you through his lashes while still holding the braid, then back down to slowly brush a finger over the very ends held together by the elastic. He let the braid fall back to his chest and smiled wolfishly at you. “You did a great job, baby. Perfect–”
You rushed to grab Ran’s face and smash your lips against his, releasing all the stiff tension from your entire body and melting into his lap. He pulled your hips down onto his own, a low growl from his chest bubbling up as you rocked your hips into him with wanton force. The sheer amount of your slick between the two of you was apparent, squelching lewdly with every motion. 
“Fuck– does my sweetheart want her reward now?” he said between haphazard kisses that were all tongue and no poise. You chanted him a few yes’s over and over until you felt him reach a hand between your two bodies, his thumb making contact with your puffy clit.
“That’s it, ride me baby. S’all yours, fuck–” Ran circled the pad of his thumb around your center, eliciting the filthy moans you were holding in this whole time.
The both of you somehow heard a knock at Ran’s bedroom door. “RAN! Hurry it up, we’re gonna be late!” It was Rindou’s voice on the other side of the door.
Ran let out an amused laugh as he leaned back on his other hand to brace himself while he started thrusting his hips up into your cunt that was squeezing his cock tighter by the second. “‘m a little busy, RIN. G’na… need a few minutes!”
“Oh, Ran–!” you cried out, the coil in your core snapping, cumming harder than you ever have before. Your vision faded to white and your lungs pushed out more cries of pleasure as your body gave out and slumped into Ran, pushing him down against the mattress.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Ran managed to cant his hips into you a few more times before he reached his own high with a gruff moan, spilling his cum deep into your pussy that milked him for everything he had like a vice.
The two of you laid there for a few moments, steadily catching your breath, hazy eyes staring into one another. Ran was the first to break the post-coital silence.
“This is a much better reason to be late than sleeping in,” he laughed and kissed the tip of your nose. You return a giggle and brush a flat palm over his chest, reaching up to caress the side of his face. 
He caught your hand and pulled it back, opting to kiss your knuckles. “Careful, darling. If you mess up my hair, we’ll be forced to do this all over again, hm?”
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s4no · 5 months
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TOKREV: BDSM CLUB, PT. I
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+ feat: manjiro sano, ken ryuuguji, takashi mitsuya, chifuyu matsuno, kazutora hanemiya, keisuke baji, tetta kisaki & hanma shuji
+ cw: fem!reader, each character will have their own cws, MDNI !!
+ summary: what they get up to at a bdsm club.
+ a/n: repost from my old account! all characters are aged 21+ @enchantedforest-network @bitchcraftinc
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ಇ  𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗝𝗜𝗥𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗢. + cw: unprotected sex, mentions of plan b manjiro sano walks into the club like he owns the place— and he could if he wanted to, a thick stack of crisp hundred dollar bills tucked away inside the pocket of his jeans. he doesn't even glance at the girls until he's had a drink or two, but once he loosens up a little, he's there to have some fun. he usually searches for one of two types of women. on one hand, he enjoys the sweet, shy kind. the kind that unevitably fall apart on his cock, tears brimming in their eyes as the babble incoherently. but sometimes, he finds the biggest brat on shift and spends the rest of the night taming her into submission. while condoms are highly recommended, they're not required, and as long as manjiro has been coming to the club, you've never seen him use one. you usually lose count how many times he cums inside you, your stomach bloated and filled with his seed. each time he finishes, he just ends up fucking it back inside you. after all, he's giving you more than enough to pay for plan b.
ಇ  𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗥𝗬𝗨𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗝𝗜. + cw: implied size difference draken always recieves a warm welcome when he comes to the club. the girls swarm to his side to bat their lashes and ask him where he's been, why he didn't come around to see them earlier. and he always assures them that there's certainly enough attention to go around. he doesn't even get halfway through a drink before there's a woman seated in his lap, another sucking bruises into his neck. once he's had a taste of all his options, he typically chooses one girl for the night— which happens to be you tonight. he takes you to a private room and doesn't waste any time putting a condom on and bullying his thick cock inside of you. he thinks it's endearing the way your legs start to tremble halfway down his length, how you whine that it's just too much. with a smirk on his face, he assures you he'll make it fit and thumbs your clit until you loosen up enough for him to sink in all the way.
ಇ  𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜 𝗠𝗜𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗬𝗔. + cw: cock warming, spreader bar (r), impact play (r) mitsuya is friends with everyone at the club. from the bartenders to the dungeon master to the security, he chats them all up before indulging himself. when he finally sits down, he beckons you over and tells you he'd like his cock warmed while he enjoys his drink. he makes you do all the work of unbuckling his belt and stroking him until he's hard, straddling his torso and lowering yourself onto his length. once you're situated, he sips his drink and lazily plays with your clit, tsking when you start to squirm. it seems like eternity before he finishes his drink, and he revels in the way your pussy pulses around him with need. lifting you off him, he leads you over to one of the walls, choosing his weapon of demise: a spreader bar. he secures it between your knees and commands you to keep your hands planted on the wall while delivering brutal slaps to your soaked cunt, chuckling lowly when your body jolts from the impact.
ಇ  𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗙𝗨𝗬𝗨 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢. + cw: voyeurism, oral (g), exhibitionism baji practically has to carry chifuyu into the club. it doesn't matter how many times they go, his nerves always get the best of him. he's a complete mess, blushing and staring at the floor. at least, until he gets a little liquor in his system. once he's more relaxed, he finally lets his eyes wander around, watching various pairs play with each other. he doesn't even realize he's been staring until he looks down at his lap and notices the large bulge in his pants. he looks so cute, sitting there all flustered like he doesn't know what to do with himself. that's when you approach him, leaning down and placing your hand over his erection, whispering how you can take care of his little problem. it's all chifuyu can do to keep from falling out of his chair as you pull his dick out and take it into your mouth, head bobbing as your hand pumps the base. his eyes squeeze shut as pleasure trills up his spine, and when he opens them, he finds himself being watched by multiple people. it has him cumming much sooner than he anticipated.
ಇ  𝗞𝗔𝗭𝗨𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗬𝗔. + cw: marking (r), nipple clamps (r), handjob (g) kazutora is a wild card depending on how much alcohol he consumes. at the beginning of the night, he's calm and collected, composed as he picks you out from the girls walking around the room. leading you to one of the velvet couches, he takes his time marking you up, placing clamps on your peaked nipples and covering your chest in lovebites in the shape of a 'K'. however, the more he drinks, the more his composure starts to slip away. all of his teasing begins to backfire and soon he's whining as you grind down against his cock. he buries his head in the crook of your neck, and you find it adorable how desperate he is, how his hips needily buck up against you. you're quick to pull his dick out, smearing the precum over the tip until he's begging for release. his head lolls back as you jerk him off, and the sounds that escape him are downright pornographic. pathetic whimpers and deep groans fill the space between you, and his entire body shudders as he shoots his load, cumming all over your hand.
ಇ  𝗞𝗘𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗝𝗜. + cw: collaring & leashing (r), butt plug (r), pet play during the first hour, baji usually hangs out with chifuyu, sipping his drink and pointing out girls he finds attractive. they watch a couple of stripteases and pole dances, tucking dollar bills under bra straps and into the waistbands of lacy panties. hell, baji may even get a lap dance. but the true fun doesn't begin until baji beckons you over and secures a collar around your neck. he undresses you slowly, until the collar is the only thing you're wearing, and then he runs his hands over your curves, groping and squeezing your soft flesh between his fingers before pushing them into your mouth. once they're nice and slick, he draws them out only to start prodding at your ass, easing his middle finger inside your puckered hole. from there, he stretches you open enough to fit a butt plug, one that vibrates with a bunny tail attached. you're his pet to ruin for the night, and after he's done playing with you, he proceeds to connect a leash to your collar and lead you around the club, letting everyone get a good look at his cum leaking out of you.
ಇ  𝗧𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗜. + cw: gloryhole, spitting (r), slapping (r), choking (r), fingering kisaki has a routine when he goes to the club. every single night, he walks around and scopes out the available girls in search of the perfect one. admittedly, he's not entirely sure what exactly he's looking for. but he needs her to be perfect. each time he doesn't find her, he takes his frustration out on whomever is working the gloryhole. he fucks the mouth of a nameless, faceless girl, tossing the money onto the floor when he's done. but eventually kisaki finds her— you. from then on, he only goes to you, abadoning the gloryhole and ignoring every other woman that approaches him. sometimes he comes in while you tend to other clients, and it always unnerves you because he sits down and watches you. waits for you to finish, stewing in anger. the moment your client leaves and he gets his hands on you, you learn the extent of his jealousy. he's ruthless, delivering harsh smacks across your cheeks and spitting into your mouth. with three fingers stuffed inside your cunt and his other hand wrapped around your throat, he taunts you about your previous client and makes you beg for forgiveness.
ಇ  𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗝𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗠𝗔. + cw: handcuffs (r), oral (g), face-fucking, deep throating as soon as hanma steps foot into the club, he wants to get his dick wet. he grabs himself a drink and a girl, restraining her hands behind her back in a pair of cuffs. he forces you to kneel before him, sucking him off while he converses with the other men, acting much too casually for someone getting head. other than a couple of commands, he doesn't offer any help, giving you free reign until he's close. when he satisified with your efforts, he rises to his feet and tangles a hand in your hair, holding your head in place while he fucks your face. with each thrust of his hips, the tip of his dick slams against the back of your throat, and you can't help but gag around him. but if you try to draw away, he retaliates— holding your head down so your nose is pressed against his pelvis. he's amused by the way you start to thrash, spit dribbling down your chin and making a mess on your chest. only when you completely submit to him does he graciously cum down your throat.
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zeltqz · 4 months
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having rindou as a clingy, needy fwb
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content: safe sex, sexting, suggestive pics, rindou is a horny guy, needy guy, clingy guy, implied possessive rindou, fem!reader
a/n: ive been so inactive im so sorry guys i feel so bad :( uni has been literally kicking my BOOOOOTYYYY anyway enjoy this quick one shot with rindou :))
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He’s bold.
You set the shopping bag down on the floor by your bed and began to unpack its contents, ready for a mini fashion show in front of your mirror when your phone chimed by your bedside table.
You were halfway with taking your top off when you heard the buzz and walked over to it and grabbed it.
rinnn wyd
You smiled at his random text message, eyes trained on your screen as you sat backwards onto your bed and texted back.
you Just came back from shopppinggg
Setting your phone down, you’re about to stand back up to head towards your mirror when he responds at lightspeed. Oh he must be so bored today, you snigger and decide to text him back.
rinnn What you get?
you Cant tell you thattttt Too personal
rinnn What was it? Lingerie?
you Oh um
rinnn No way. Pfft yeah right
you WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN????
rinnn Nothing i just cant see you in that at all
you Well its true 
rinnn Sureeee Lemme see it
you Ok wait one second
You stand up from your bed and walk over to your bag, grab the lacy bra and matching panties set and place it flat on your bed. It took longer than a second to snap the photo as you wanted it to look perfect and presentable so you spent longer actually wiping stray crumbs from your bed, closing your curtains to get perfect lighting, straightening out your bedsheets in order to get the perfect photo.
Once you were pleased, you hopped back onto your bed and sent the photo to Rindou. As expected, since it took longer than you said to send the photo he went offline and you huffed impatiently. Ten minutes later your phone was buzzing and you zoomed for it eagerly, only for your smile to fade when you saw his response.
rinnn Thats not what i meant
you WDYM?????
rinnn Did you get it for your boyfriend?
you You know damn well i dont have a boyfriend
rinnn Lmfao i know. just checking
you what???
rinnn Show me the fit tho
you I did
rinnn Put it on
you oh…OHH Sure okay…
You weren’t expecting that at all honestly. Yet the idea of putting it on for Rindou weirdly turned you on. You bit your lip and stared down at the lacy material laid on your bed and slowly began to strip off your shirt and bottoms. Once it was on, you quickly walked up to the mirror and examined how it looked on you. 
It was the cheapest matching set available in store and you weren’t rich by any means so it’ll have to do. You quickly grabbed your phone and snapped a photo of you standing in the mirror. 
The photo was horrible. You were stiff, awkward and you accidentally took the photo in the middle of blinking. You wanted to cry but you couldn’t find the confidence left in yourself to retake it, so you cropped your face out and sent the photo to Rindou without a second thought. 
It all happened so quickly that you failed to realise the gravity of what you just did until you saw Rindou read the message. Your eyes widened and you tossed your phone across the room, flopping instantly onto your bed and thrashing between the sheets for a minute or two to let your frustrations and anxieties out. 
It was the first time you ever sent someone intimate photos and you made a promise to your younger self that you’d wait until you were in an official relationship to do that. But here you were sending them to your best friend just because you wanted his approval for reasons that were beyond you.
Your phone buzzed minutes later and you peeked an eye open at your phone from across the room, took a deep breath then reached for it.
rinnn Damn u look so sexy right now
you Lol stop Thank you tho
rinnn Send another
you Desperate much?
rinnn Coming from the girl buying lingerie for herself
you Nothing wrong with that :( But fine wait
You feel exceptionally giddy when you stand up from your bed, your confidence rising back up in copious amounts as you waddle towards your mirror. This time, you recorded a short video of you from side to side, showing off your assets as seductively as you possibly could before sending it to him.
His response only spurs you on even more.
rinnn Would u kill me if i was hard rn
you Probably yes Flattered, but yes
rinnn How would u kill me?
you Choke you maybe. Or like suffocation and prolong it as long as i can
rinnn With your thighs? I wont mind that
Your face flushes as your thumbs freeze over your keyboard.
you OML YOURE SO HORNY I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT
rinnn Thats how i took it 
you Yeah i know, you weirdo
rinnn How would you suffocate me though?
you With my hands duhhhhhh. Actually maybe a pillow. More surface area.
rinnn You’ll be on top of me?
The image of you on top of him with your hands around his throat plagued your mind and you were lost for words for the third time tonight. It didn’t even occur to you that you were sexting your best friend.
you If that's how you want to go out then yes
rinnn It is
you Then i will
rinnn Good
You This escalated so fast Goodbye rindou 
He’s needy.
His phone is ringing. 
Rindou’s phone is ringing whilst he’s on top of you, lips kissing and sucking your soft skin just under your jaw as his cock thrusts slowly into you. Your hands are playing with his hair, running your fingers through them, scratching at his scalp when his cock reaches that spot inside you with enough force to tease, not satisfy you. 
You’d been begging him to go rougher, want to hear the loud slap of his hips against yours but he’d been so adamant on taking his sweet time, like his phone hasn’t been ringing for the last thirty seconds.
“Rinnnnnn,” you grumble irritatedly, the soft strokes you were doing on his hair now turned to a full on tug , as harsh as you could, with enough force to completely still his lips on your neck. 
He pulls away from you and lifts himself up onto his arms, looking down at you with a peeved expression on his face.
“What.” His hips still don’t still, thrusting ever so slightly into you but keeps on managing to hit that spot regardless and see your eyes roll as you bite down your lip to stifle a moan. 
Unlinking your arms from around his neck, you try to reach over to the bedside table but your arms are too short. Grumbling, you try to shift and Rindou just stills entirely, watching you grab his phone that was face down as it rang continuously for the last minute. 
Missed call: Dad
Missed call: Dad
Your eyebrows raise as you read the contact and turn the phone towards Rindou. He clicks his tongue, irritated your attention is off him and grabs the phone. 
“It’s just my old man, who cares?” He tosses the phone backwards on the bed, this time you can’t reach it if it rings again and his thrusts restart, slowly rolling his hips into your core.
“What if it's important?” you mumble, your voice shaky when he relowers himself on you, kissing your lips softly. “Rin—” Your words keep getting swallowed by his lips and he doesn’t stop kissing you until you finally give in. 
He grabs onto your hand and lifts it, nestling it on top of his head and moves your fingers to play with his hair. You got the hint and began stroking his hair again, loving the way he hums into your mouth whenever you tug at his hair.
You were finally submitting to him again, his phone long forgotten in your mind and he grins before pulling away from the kiss to reattach his lips back onto your neck, adding more to the marks he left on your neck prior.
“Rin faster please,” you whine, trying to lift your hips to feel his cock deeper inside you but he’s quicker. A firm hand pressing down on your hips to keep them flat on the bed.
“Stop being so needy,” he says, voice muffled as he doesn’t stop sucking down your throat. 
“I’m needy? Says the one who’s been kissing me and having me play with your  hair for the last—” You grab your phone that was under his pillow and check the time. You got here around five p.m and it's now close to six. “—hour.”
“Were you not complaining you barely get aftercare during sex? All those other boys you were with practically discarded you, now I’m doing it and you have a problem?” His hand runs on the underside of your right breast before cupping it, squeezing it in his hand, enjoying the way you shiver momentarily. “Make up your fuckin’ mind.” 
His tongue licks at your nipple and your body jerks briefly before stilling as he sucks on your soft nipple till it hardens. 
“That’s—not the same and you know it, Rin.” you huff, unable to think of a comeback; not when he’s treating you like this.  He chuckles and bites gently on your breast.
All you can think of as you toss your head back is the feeling of his soft lips on your breast, his tongue licking at your nipple, sending static down your entire body. 
His mouth is hot against your skin and you find yourself subconsciously lifting your chest higher to feel more of his mouth. 
Your hands grab onto his face and lift him to look at you before pulling him towards you for a kiss. His hand rests on the headboard behind you as your needy mouth moves against his. 
You take the time to run your fingers along his sides, dragging them along his bare back that’s far too clean for your liking, not enough scratch marks like usual. If only he’d actually fuck you like you wanted.
This time, your phone starts to ring beside you and you pull away, breaking the kiss and completely missing the way Rindou rolls his eyes as you instantly go to answer it.
“Hello?”
Bored, Rindou bends back down to your neck only to have you press your spare hand against his mouth, looking sternly at him and shaking your head.
“Oh hi Kakucho. Yes, Rindou’s with me.” 
Rindou gives you a confused look and you shrug before listening intently at your phone. “Oh really? Yeah, we’re not busy right now. I’ll tell him. Okay, bye.” You hang up and put your phone back on the bed.
“Why did you lie?” Rindou asks.
“Kakucho said he needs you for something. I don’t know what, he won’t tell me.” 
“Okay? I’m still busy though.” He pins you back down to the bed when you go to sit up. “I’ll fuck you for real this time. Let me finish.” 
As if to prove his point he shifts backwards, grabbing your ankles and lifting your legs to rest on his shoulder. He leans forward and his cock instantly slides deeper than before; you moan loudly.
 “Right there?” He rolls his hips again, testing. You nod rapidly, breathless and that’s all he needs before snapping his hips recklessly. 
Your walls flutter around the condom with each thrust and he can’t get enough of how good you feel around him. He buries his head between your shoulder and his pillow and listens to your moans, how loud and shaky they get when his hips press firmly against yours. 
“I’m close,” you say softly, biting down on your lip.
“Me too. Shit.” 
His orgasm comes faster than he’d expected, his seed spilling out into the condom when you moan his name softly as your own walls spasm from your own orgasm. He lays on top of you momentarily before remembering Kakucho’s call and reluctantly lifts himself off you.
He slides off the bed and you lift your jelly legs up to sit upright, watching him change back into his clothes. 
“What time will you be back?” you ask, resting your chin on your arm perched on top of your knee. 
“Not sure to be honest. I don’t even know what these people want.” He fixes his belt. “Why? You’ll miss me?” he adds with a smirk and you roll your eyes,
“Other way around Rindou.”
“Mhm sure .” Fully dressed, he fixes his hair that’s been ruffled from earlier. “C’mere.” 
You slide off the bed and walk over to him. He cups your cheek and pulls you closer, gently kissing you. 
You pull away after a few moments and push him towards the door. “Get out already. Stop stalling and go see your friends.”
He laughs before closing the door.
He can’t keep his hands off you.
Rindou has his arm wrapped around your shoulder, keeping sure your body is pressed against his side the entire party. If you wanted to get a drink, he’ll be with you with his arm around your shoulder. It’s a friendly gesture, what can he say? 
 If you wanted to play beer pong with his friends, his arm is around your hip, standing behind you, close enough so that your ass constantly brushes his crotch whenever you make any sort of movement. 
His friends all look at him like he can’t be serious. Ran can’t even think of a time he’s seen you without Rindou’s arm around you honestly. It’s gotten that far.
If you’re sitting on the couch, Rindou’s arm is around your waist, making sure you’re sitting as close to him as possible. What can he say, he just wants to make space for others on the couch. He’s a generous guy.
You’re currently in the bathroom, fixing your hair up to get ready to step into the pool. 
Rindou’s watching you as he sits on the edge of the bathtub, shamelessly running his eyes along your body in your bathing suit. You’re not oblivious to his staring, only used to it at this point. It’s not like you don’t stare at him too whenever he’s shirtless. 
It’s only admiration .
Rindou stands up and stands behind you as you take your earrings out, his chest right against your back as you look at him through the mirror.
“You good?” you ask, concerned. He’s been silent the entire time you’ve been changing.
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” he murmurs, distracted by the thin strap of your bathing suit. He can’t help but wonder how something so thin can be sturdy enough to hold up in the waters. The last thing he wants is for it to come loose and have your entire chest exposed in front of all his friends.
“I dunno Rin. You’ve been really quiet since Sanzu mentioned swimming—”
“Isn’t this a little flimsy?” he cuts you off, ignoring you in favour of tugging at your strap.
“You think?” You tug at the other one and wonder. “I think it’ll be fine. Actually! Could you tighten the strings at the back?” You reach behind your back and gesture at it.
“Sure.” His voice is low as he unties the straps and begins tying them again but tighter. Halfway, he stops and you don’t notice until you’ve fully taken out your earrings, feeling your bikini top begin to slip. 
“Uh, Rin?” You feel him moving the straps off your shoulder but before you can question it, he’s turning you around and hoisting you up onto the bathroom counter. “Rin. What are you—”
He leans forward, entrapping in a kiss that has you shutting up instantly. His hand palms your breast through your bikini top that’s on the verge of falling to the floor. 
Your hands move to the side of his face and hold him close to you as he slips between your legs, his hand dropping to rest at your hips. His tongue plays with yours, licking into your mouth and you have to fight to keep the soft moan rising in your throat down as you ran your hands down the plane of his chest, gripping at the waistband of his shorts to tug him closer.
Your bikini top finally falls to the floor and it feels so good to have his hand caressing your bare breast. 
A loud knock at the door startles you; Rindou remains unfazed, only irritated at being interrupted. 
“What the fuck do you want?” Rindou yells at the door.
“We’re about to get in the pool. You guys coming or not?!” Sanzu yells back from the other end.
Rindou turns back to you and you shrug, not really minding what you do. His eyes drop down to your lips, your bare chest, your legs, then his dick that’s been hard in his shorts for the last five minutes.
“We’ll see you in a bit.” Rindou kisses you again, lifting you off the counter slightly to slide the rest of your bikini off.
“We’re busy right now.”
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lalunanymph · 6 months
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pervert /ˈpəːvəːt/ a person whose sexual behavior is regarded as abnormal and unacceptable
𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐇-𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 💋𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪
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˘͈ᵕ˘͈ rbs to boost are much appreciated &lt;;33
𓆩⟡𓆪 hello, everyone! ik i said i wouldn't do a kinktober, so i wanted to change it up to a pervtober instead! strap in for a month full of deviant kinks following some storylines i've always wanted to explore and experiment on . . .
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❥・ 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 + 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊
ft. bllk boys x cheerleader!reader
as the last woman on earth, a government bounty marks you as humanity’s only hope for repopulation. unexpectedly, stumbling into your college football team becomes your lifeline, but instead of turning you in, they want to impregnate you on their own terms.
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❥・ 𝐂𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐃 + 𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 + 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐄
ft. geto suguru x wife!reader, gojo satoru x wife!reader
gojo never thought he would see the day when he would be in this situation: helplessly bound and gagged, watching his best friend of over 20 years fuck his wife on their marital bed.
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❥・ 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 + 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊
ft. hanma shuji x wife!reader
hanma loves his sweet wife, and he loves it even more when you’re barefoot and pregnant for him. but, when you complain he needs to lay of off you for a bit, he decides he's never going to fill you up again. unless you beg nicely, of course.
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❥・ 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 + 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈-𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐄𝐗
ft. oliver aiku x fem!reader
you always knew oliver aiku was a bad influence. but just how bad, exactly? let's just say that if your parents ever looked out the window and happened to peep inside oliver's idle sports car, someone is about to get murdered tonight.
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she's my collar. chapter six.
synopsis. familiar faces meet finally, and old friends become new enemies.
characters. bonten. chifuyu matsuno. kazutora hanemiya.
contains. this chapter focuses mainly on plot progression! threats of violence. some fluff. yes i changed the name of xjland. arguably ooc kazutora. a lot of pov changes.
disclaimer. the events depicted in this are works of fiction and are in no way, shape, or form glorifying or promoting them. this is not suitable for children. this work is for those 18 years of age and older.
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It’s been years since Mikey’s been on this side of town. This side is more…reputable. Domestic, if you’d prefer to call it that. Lined with quaint little eateries, longstanding book shops and music stores, it’s not a side of town that Mikey belonged in. His Bentley Bentayga stood out painfully against the backdrop of children running around chasing behind basketballs and frisbees, but none of the executives cared very much. With him he carried Sanzu, Ran, and Rindou. The others were off doing other tasks he’d issued them, Kakucho still occupying your time so at least he didn’t have you to worry about.
Briefly he wonders if you’d like to show him the things you bought after this. Something about the thought of you mindlessly babbling about shoes and shirts while he sits back in his office chair, half full glass of whiskey on ice in hand, dark eyes taking in your movements while his ears barely register the words you say calms him. Allows him to step out of the vehicle with a neutral look on his face, allows him to enter the pet shop without immediately making a beeline towards his current prime suspect and snap his neck in a blind, likely misguided fit of rage.
He’d think about your affect on him later. There were more important issues at hand.
The bell at the top of the door jingles, and in walks the four men. Luckily the store is seemingly quiet- aside from the barking and mewling of cats and dogs out back, smaller pets line the walls out front alongside arrays of treats, toys, and pet care. Mikey takes his time, shoving spindly fingers into his dark pockets, allowing sweaty tips to dry off against the expensive fabric. He blankly looks over the pets as he makes his way through the aisles, dark eyes trailing over the small animals, smiling at the little ones that look up at him curiously. He wonders if you’d like a pet; were you more of a dog or a cat person? Perhaps a rabbit? Maybe a hamster?
He doesn’t realize he defaults to thinking of you when he’s nervous until he hears a voice he didn’t think he’d hear again. The thought of your surprised expression at being presented with a bunny is enough to keep him grounded long enough to respond to the voice.
“Welcome to Redemption Pet Store! Are you just browsing or are you looking for anything specific?”
Redemption. He wonders which one of them came up with that name.
“Actually,” Mikey keeps his expression controlled and mentally braces himself to face the man he hasn’t seen since he was a kid. Since he got courted off to juvy, or jail, whichever it was, he hadn’t seen this man or heard much about him. Mikey didn’t even keep tabs on his old friends anymore, doing his best to allow them to live happily and freely without him. That was his full intent this whole time, not to drag anyone down in his world any longer, but apparently sometimes you couldn’t help the inevitable. Some people found their way back no matter how much you pushed them away.
Mikey turns his head, onyx irises finally meeting gold. He wishes the way bitter recognition immediately floods over his old friends’ face didn’t make some part of his cold heart ache. The black and blonde haired man’s smile falls, and with it, the corners of Mikey’s lips twitch up politely.
“Hi, Kazu. I’m looking for Chifuyu. Could you go get him for me?”
Mikey thinks if he told Kazutora he was here to kill them both the other man would’ve had a less terrified reaction. Kazutora blinks, examinine Mikey, wide eyes flickering back to the three brooding, suited men behind him. He distantly remembers them from his youth- the Haitani’s specifically. They’re dangerous, all of them are. And they’re running with Mikey now, the most nefarious man in the entire country. Who now stood in his pet shop asking for his best friend. Kazutora blinks, and then his eyes dart back to Mikey and he swallows.
“You better not-” His heart starts to slam against his chest anxiety welling beneath his pale skin. “W-What do you want with ‘Fuyu? He’s not- you better not hurt him-”
“Does it look like I’ve come to hurt anyone?” Mikey cuts him off with a clipped tone, and just like in Kazutora’s Toman days, he seals his mouth shut and gapes at the younger man. It’s amazing how influential Mikey was, to still have such a terrifying grip on those around him even if it’s been years since he’d last seen them. “I want to talk to him, that’s all. I have something to ask. Go get him for me.”
The tone of finality has the elder man turning on his heel to fetch the other owner. Mikey takes a moment to reel his thoughts in. His heels press into the soft soles of his sandals, shoulders slumping with a sigh. His eyes just roam over the small litter of puppies mewling in the corner, stumbling around the little display pen, when he hears a door shuffle closed followed by a set of footsteps. His ears perk up, shoulders rolling, pleased when he finds that the footsteps are a single set. Kazutora had enough sense not to come behind Chifuyu. Good boy.
A head of cropped black hair enters Mikey’s vision, with eyebrows slanted inwards and the tinge of a weary frown on his face. Mikey doesn’t allow the yearning of seeing his old executive and close friend to settle in, neutralizing his emotions immediately, allowing the hollowness to seep in.
“Mikey?” Chifuyu’s eyes dart between Mikey and his executives. “What are you… doing here?”
“Looking for you.” The shorter man says simply. Chifuyu blinks, full focus now on his friend. “It’s been a long time, Chifuyu.”
The dark haired man’s jaw twitches. “What do you want, Mikey?” His words come out a little strained, forced through gritted teeth. Mikey pays no mind, allowing himself to return to perusing the pets that tumble over each other in their pens. Sanzu, on the other hand, allows himself to raise an eyebrow. His hands remain stuffed into his coat, but gloved fingers tap against the detailed handle of his favorite dagger. All Mikey has to do is say the word. Maybe Chifuyu wouldn’t have a tongue to hiss at anyone again after Sanzu was done with him.
“A chat.” The blonde continues. He starts to walk slowly and Chifuyu makes way for him, briefly glancing at the three men that trail him. They look uninterested but he notices how Sanzu glances at Chifuyu on occasion. Chifuyu swallows at the growing lump in his throat before turning to his old friend. “Chat about what?”
“Do you still read those shōjo mangas?” Mikey doesn’t have to turn around to see the look on Chifuyu’s face. His beet red cheeks and wide eyes have been imprinted in Mikey’s mind since they were kids and they teased him about it. “You always gravitated towards the ones that made the man the hero.”
“Did you just come here to insult me, Mikey?” Chifuyu’s hands clench and unclench at his sides. “What, you don’t have anything better to do so you bully your old friends?”
“Watch your tone, pretty boy.” Sanzu says with faux casualty. The handle of the switchblade feels warm through his gloves. He turns to shoot Chifuyu a smile, scarred corners thinning and stretching as perfect, pearly white teeth show forth. “Unless you want to match scars with me.”
Mikey doesn’t allow Chifuyu to open his mouth again. “Do you still have that hero complex, ‘Fuyu?” The black haired man’s gaze snaps to Mikey at the sound of the old nickname. “Still want to be someone’s savior?”
It’s bitter. The words hang in the air for a moment, heavy implications intact. Memories shared between the two men drift to the forefront of their minds without consent, plaguing them with brief flashes, recollection of their youth. Images of their times together, of their lives together, of the circumstances that broke their friendships to pieces. Times when Chifuyu tried to feed his heroism, tried to satiate his need to save his friend, but the opposite happened. When Mikey refused his help and fell deeper into his self-actualized abyss.
“When are you going to realize that you can’t save anyone, Chifuyu?”
The heaviness that falls between them is thick, thick enough that the brothers behind them share a look and Sanzu’s head tilts to the side slightly in curiosity. He wonders what the other man will do, carefully watching his movements.
Chifuyu’s hands twitch. They clench into a fist, knuckles whitening rapidly, shaking under the strength of his hold to the point where thin veins pop out against his skin. He blinks as the pressure of blood rush in his ears. For a second the old anger he had flares up, the anger that boiled for years after Mikey left, rage that accumulated as a result of loss, guilt, shame, and betrayal. It’s anger that he can’t afford to unleash, not not when he’d be overpowered so easily. It’d be his final death sentence, one he couldn’t come back from this time. So, instead, he swallows.
“What do you want, Mikey?”
Mikey ponders for a moment. What did he want? Well, that was a loaded question with answers that Mikey knew Chifuyu didn’t have. He wanted lots of things. But, at this very moment, he wanted Chifuyu to remain alive.
“There’s a girl.” Mikey begins, turning to the display case filled with puppies. He stretches his hand down, allowing the small animals to lick and nip at his fingertips. “She has a tattoo on her back. You know her.”
Chifuyu’s mind immediately runs to you. He can’t, and doesn’t bother to hide away the alarm that enters his voice. “Don’t touch her. What are you trying to do with-”
Mikey doesn’t bother hearing the man out. “Stay away from her, Matsuno.”
Chifuyu doubles back. Matsu- Who the fuck- “Excuse me?”
“I didn’t stutter.” Mikey’s hint of a smile is gone now. He doesn’t pull away from the animals but he doesn’t have to, ice frosting over the brittle darkness of his voice. “Stay away from her if you know what’s good for you. I won’t hesitate to have you killed if you don’t follow instructions.”
Chifuyu’s jaw tightens. His lips curl into his mouth for a second, one testing second, before his fists flex and he’s snapping his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “You don’t have a say in what I do in my free fucking time, Manjiro-”
His words cut short immediately, as does his breathing. He locks it in his chest and it stays there, the rise of his diaphragm stopping mid inhale. His jaw snaps shut and twitches again but his eyes follow suit. A smart decision on his part, Sanzu thinks, pressing the flat, cool blade of his dagger into the soft junction between Chifuyu’s neck and jaw. The pinkette leans down, long painted fingers wrapped around the front of the smaller man’s neck. He leans down to his ear, minty breath hitting against the red-tinged hull, pulling Chifuyu’s body into his chest.
“You don’t listen very well do you?” Sanzu hums. “Or do you have the memory retention of a fucking pigeon? I said to watch your goddamn mouth, you fucking mutt.”
“God, don’t kill him in front of the kittens. They’re too innocent for this.” Ran laments, a dry sentiment that falls on deaf ears. Chifuyu opens his eyes reluctantly, in time to see Mikey pull away from the pen. He wipes his hand on a rag hung over the edge of the case, turning on his heel and slowly walking towards Chifuyu.
“Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.” Mikey’s eyes are hardened over with a depth no one can wade through. “Stay away from her. Stay away from her apartment. Stay out of her life. Anybody asks you about her, tell them you never saw her. If you want to be somebody’s hero so bad, then be her hero and leave her alone.”
There’s a tense moment shared between the two men. Hard, steeled over eyes that stare one into another, set jaws and stony faces. Mikey’s words are oaths, promises. His visit to Chifuyu was that of mercy- Chifuyu has no doubt that had he been anyone else, Mikey wouldn’t have bothered letting the man off with a warning. There’s a glimmer of the man he once knew swimming down in the depths of Mikey’s heart, some innate consciousness that Chifuyu should be appreciative of- it was the only reason Sanzu didn’t get the order to see how dark Chifuyu’s blood ran yet. But there’s also something else, another emotion seemingly foreign to Mikey, something he doesn’t think he’s ever witnessed on the man in all their twenty-something odd years of living.
That emotion causes Chifuyu’s blood to boil darkly, pinning his mouth shut while Mikey has the audacity to offer him something resembling a smile. “It looks like you’ve understood. We’ll be leaving now.”
Sanzu retracts his blade, pressing it shut and throwing it back in his pocket. “Good boy. I wasn’t planning on ruining my suit this early anyways.”
“Say hello to Kazutora again for me, ‘Fuyu.” Mikey calls out as he departs. He walks out casually, hands still in his pockets, dead eyes still unmoved and unshaken. But he’d be a fool if he didn’t notice the look in Chifuyu’s eyes back there. Chifuyu liked you, and something about that revelation made Mikey’s rage simmer more than the prospect of simply being acquainted with you.
He swallows down the poisonous feeling of jealousy when they cross back into the car, Sanzu taking over the driver’s seat, the Haitani’s filing into the back. “That went well.” Rindou hums, rapping his blunt nails on the arm rest. “Think he got the message?”
“If he’s smart he did.” Ran remarks. “Think he’s smart?”
Sanzu snorts dryly, switching the car on. One hand wraps around the steering wheel, the other arm propping itself on the windowsill, thumb and index coming to cup his chin. “Think he’s stupid enough to pretend he isn’t.”
“Keep eyes on him.” Mikey says, eyes unfocused and hazed over in thought. “Track his phone. He may try something.”
“Yes, sir.” Ran’s on his phone immediately, contacting whomever to complete Mikey’s orders. Sanzu glances at Mikey briefly before returning to the road, the questions and opinions left to fester on his tongue until they got back to the office.
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When they do arrive at the building, everybody breaks off into their tasks for the day. Mikey returns to his office and Sanzu follows, the Haitani’s going off to deal with tracking Chifuyu. Sanzu trails after his boss, eyebrows just barely pinched inwards. He waits until Mikey settles into his chair, both of them completing the usual ritual after an outing: Sanzu shutting the door and immediately crossing over to the marble counter on the opposite wall, plopping one singular large cube of ice from Mikey’s mini fridge into an awaiting class, pouring Mikey his whiskey and placing it in front of him. He waits, moving back over to close the expensive bottle shut, waiting until the cup drags lightly against the wooden table, an indication that Mikey’s picked it up.
“Forgive me for asking, Mikey, but are you alright?”
The shorter man raises an eyebrow, cup grazing his lip. “Why do you ask?”
“Because,” Sanzu pauses, placing the bottle down. “I haven’t seen you that serious in years. You don’t get worked up over much any more, but I almost thought you’d take the knife away from me and finish him off yourself.”
Mikey takes a long moment before he responds. He blinks, cold glass gently pressing against his lips, and he takes the second to sip at the cool, strong liquid. Pink muscle runs along the bottom lip as he finishes, pulls away, and swirls the liquid around in the glass. His eyes still seem distant, deep in thought. “Maybe I would’ve.”
Sanzu crosses his arms and leans against the counter. “Because of the girl?”
Another moment. Another sip. Ice clinks against the walls of the glass. “Because of the girl.”
“This is unlike you, Mikey. You’re not one to get beside yourself, especially not that easily.” Mikey’s sipping again, ignoring the burn of the drink. His face twists by impulse as he sets the glass down. “You don’t lose yourself easily anymore.”
“I know,” He sighs. “But she just…” He takes a moment to find the correct words to say, but in the end, he feels almost juvenile in his explanation.
“I don’t know. There’s something…different about her. I can’t explain it.” Mikey blinks. “It’s scary, almost. The things she does to me without even trying.”
Sanzu studies the man sitting in front of him. “Is it that you like her?”
Mikey takes another moment.
“There’s a possibility.”
Mikey’s heavy office door opens and in steps the topic of their conversation. You, trailed by Kakucho, different sized bags from every department and designer store you could think of carried in both your hands (moreso Kakucho’s- Mikey didn’t anticipate he’d let you lug all that up here on your own). There’s a wild look in your eyes, carefree and exhilarated, glinting with your signature charm that brings ease to Mikey’s shoulders. He finds the right corner of his mouth softly moving upwards at the sight of you.
“We’re back.” Kakucho breathes out with a sigh. “Never going to the strip again in my life.”
“You’re just upset that the old lady wouldn’t rest until you gave her your number.” There’s light in your voice that Mikey wishes to hear more of. Your eyes trail between the two men and a small pout forms on your delicate lips. “O-oh, was I…interrupting something?”
Sanzu speaks up immediately, pushing off of the counter. “No, not at all. I was just about to leave actually.” He excuses himself without a word, and Mikey turns to address Kakucho.
“I take it everything went well?” It’s unspoken. He wants to know if there’s anything he should be alerted about. Thankfully, Kakucho nods without jagged hesitation. Mikey hums. “Good. Thank you, Kaku. You can leave us alone now.”
And then there were two.
Mikey’s gaze is heavy. You find yourself shuffling from heel to heel, silently praying one of the stilettos doesn’t give out and send you toppling over to the ground. He takes your now bashful presence in slowly. His eyes roam over your figure, over the pretty white milkmaid top and flared jeans that accentuated your body. He makes a mental note to purchase more of those shirts, finding that he liked them on you a bit much.
“Did you have fun?” Mikey asks, pleased at the way you look up at him through your lashes. You bite the inside of your jaw, glossed lips pushing out softly. “Mhm,” You hum, and then you’re gasping and patting over your pockets. “Oh! Before I forget!” He watches, two fingers sliding into your back pocket. You’re walking towards him, heels clicking soft against the floor, and he’s watching you like his own personal divinity, shining when you stand close and hold your hand out. There’s his card, placed between your fingers, and Mikey’s slightly confused why he likes this sight so much.
“Your card.” You breathe, other hand swiping against the side of your jeans. “Thanks, again. I really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome.” He says, taking the card away from you. He tests the weight of the words forming on his tongue for a moment, and then he’s acting on his impulse. “But,” he begins. You stand still, frozen, adrenaline making your skin buzz in anticipation as you watch his actions. He doesn’t make a move to put it in his wallet, instead reaching around your waist. You feel his fingers brush against your hips and you gasp shortly in surprise when you feel his thumb press into your back, feeling of the square plastic sliding back into the pocket you just pulled it out of. Your eyes trail up and you meet him already staring up at you, studying your reaction tenaciously. Both of you fail to remember the importance of breathing, too wrapped into the splendour of each other and the delicacy of the moment to care.
“Keep it. You probably have better use for it than I do.”
Your heart thumps wildly against your chest. He tries to ignore the way the swell of your breasts visible over the cut of your top bounces gently. You blink, breathing out, “Think so?”
“Yeah.” He says softly, automatically. “You do.”
And Mikey’s pleased again when you don’t fight against him, instead just nodding without complaint. “Okay.”
He wishes he didn’t like you as much as he was beginning to.
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The executives of the Blood Angels wearily glance down at Hiroto, each man wearing their concern hardened on their faces in different ways. Most didn’t know what they were more concerned about; their vice being trapped, bedridden for the time being, or Hiroto’s reaction to the news of it all. Possibly the latter, because for once, the loud, buff, burly, brooding man was silent. Unmoving since he got the news, sat at his desk with hardened, unreadable eyes staring down at his rings. Fat fingers twitch, the first movement he’s made in hours, and all the men in the room share a collective look before looking back at him. He inhales deeply, dark, and then comes his voice, low with bass that rumbles through every eardrum in his proximity, sinking into the dark walls of the conference room.
“Bonten.” He says. The other men make no move to question him, waiting until he speaks again to provide context. He takes a moment, a slow-moving, tense moment, before a dry chuckle just barely sounds low in the room. “Message received.”
“A-Are we-” Takuya, his number three, clears his throat. “What’s our next move, sir? They know our original plan, there isn’t much we can do.”
The advisor, Yamagishi, agrees. He pushes his rimmed glasses up his nose and opens the folder sat in front of him. “Chonbo was forced to tell them everything he knows. They know that we planned to advance on either Hanma or Mikey himself- Bonten’s guard is up now, there’s no crossing that barrier. Finding Hanma is like finding an urban legend, no one’s heard from him in years.” Yamagishi licks his lips. “I think it would be wise to lie low while Chonbo is in recovery. That way, we can move in when Bonten’s guard is down. In the meantime we gather intel and-”
“No.”
Yamagishi blinks, scorching ice running over his neck. He glances wearily at his superior. “No?”
“No.” Hiroto shakes his head. His hands, previously steepled, curl over each other. He presses down the knuckles of the left hand until they crack in unison. “We’re not waiting for Chonbo to recover. He’s not going to recover.”
“What do you mean he’s not-”
“Chonbo is a traitor now.” He says simply, stress of anger laced in his tone. “He gave away our information to a known enemy- willingly, at that. He’s no longer a Blood Angel.”
There’s an implication in his tone that makes the breaths of the executives hitch. Akkun is the one who dares to speak. “Boss, you’re going to kill Chonbo?”
The larger man’s eyes trail to Kita. He’s silent, and then he speaks. “Yes.”
It’s easy to forget just how cutthroat the life they chose to lead was. You spend so much time with people, so much time around your colleagues that you forget the vow you made. Your life was sealed away with uncertainty, and those who forgot their promises were reminded in the harshest ways. Glamour was paid for by blood, and those who forgot their place would be reminded of their fate. An air of somberness fell over the room, the veil of invincibility pulled away. At the very core of any gang there was one common rule, one rule that nobody could run away from.
Traitors must pay.
“Chonbo’s of no use to us now.” Hiroto begins. His hardened gaze is steeled over, unreadable to any emotion behind them. He looks over his team, his colleagues, and a piece of his heart aches. But Hiroto’s a leader first, and leaders don’t get that title being lenient with the rules they hold in high regard. However, Chonbo was one of them. Most importantly, his best friend, done an injustice by an enemy that’d caused him so much trouble over the past few days. So, Hiroto presses on. “But his death won’t be in vain. We’ll avenge him.”
The words make everyone’s heads lift. Hiroto’s tone remains steady and firm, and more importantly, sure. “Bonten’s forced our hand. I wanted to be political, deal with this like men, but they’ve forced our lead. So, we’ll give them what they want. Starting with the girl.”
“How do you plan to do that?” Yamagishi’s eyebrows pinch. “The girl’s untouchable.”
Kiyomasa huffs from the opposite side of the table, pushing the butt of his cigar into an ashtray. “Do we still have eyes on her?”
Takuya leans back into his chair, crossing tattooed arms over his chest. “Our men have been combing surveillance on every camera within city limits, nothing yet.”
“She’ll show.” Hiroto hums. “She’s a woman, she has needs. Not to mention she has no business in Bonten prospects- they’ll have to let her out of whatever facility she’s in at some point. Keep searching. But we have another outlet, someone else we can use to get to her.”
At this, every man in the room raises an eyebrow, curiosities peaked collectively. “Who?”
Hiroto presses his left hand into the knuckles of the right,flexing downwards until a satisfying crack rings in the room. His eyes stare straight ahead, still unreadable, masking thought that swarms his flooded brain. His eyebrow twitches for a split second, and then, a smirk slowly pulls on the right corner of his face.
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“Chifuyu?”
Chifuyu paces around the back room of the pet shop restlessly. His hands shake- really, his whole body shakes. In fear, in fury, Kazutora assumes a mix of both. The streaked blonde looks at his best friend wearily, unease settling in the pit of his stomach. His mouth goes dry and he has to swallow at his throat when Chifuyu finally opens his mouth to speak.
“The fucking audacity of him. The fucking audacity of him!” Kazutora flinches when Chifuyu’s voice raises, but the latter doesn’t notice. “He- he’s selfish, so fucking selfish, still only concerned about what he wants and nothing else. It’s insane! It’s like he never fucking grew up.”
A lithe, bony hand comes up to rub at the back of Kazutora’s neck. “M-maybe you should listen to him, ‘Fuyu. He’s not…” He pauses. “Not the Mikey we used to know.” Inwardly, he flinches. Of course it’s a revelation he’s come to terms with over the years, but the shock of coming out of juvy to find your friend group and gang you’d run with for years disbanded because of it’s leader’s selfishness would never really wear away. Moreso, Kazutora learned to become accustomed to it. Didn’t mean it doesn’t hurt when he’s faced with that cold reality, such as now. Chifuyu scoffs bitterly, running his hand over the sides of his mouth, dragging it down his chin.
“You think I don’t know that by now, Kazu?” He spits out with a cold laugh. “Fucker came in my store like he owns the goddamn place. Him, and that pink haired fuck of a lapdog he’s got running after him.”
Chifuyu seethes to himself when he thinks of Sanzu holding that blade to his chin again. Kazutora, who’d seen the entire ordeal over the cameras, swallows before he speaks again. “Just- whoever she is, ‘Fuyu, leave her alone. She’s not worth this.”
Not worth this? First of all, Chifuyu’s confused as to how you’d even gotten mixed up with the likes of Bonten. With the likes of him. He’s shaking his head absentmindedly, bright eyes steeling over by the second. “No, I can’t. I can’t let him have her. She’s- she’s mine, not his, he can’t just take what’s mine and expect me to lie down like some dog and let him.”
He’s burning inside. What was Mikey’s business with you? Chifuyu was sure it wasn’t something Bonten related, not by the way Mikey was reacting. Or maybe it was. Maybe that tattoo had finally gotten you in the trouble he knew it’d get you in. He thought the extent of your issues would just be with Hiroto. Hiroto, Chifuyu could deal with. He’d talked to Hiroto with full intentions to divert his attention until Chifuyu could get his hands on him and end that man’s petty life himself. Truth be told, if Hiroto was a problem for Bonten, had Mikey waited another day or so he wouldn’t have been an issue anymore. Chifuyu was secretly plotting ever since he’d learned about the raid on your apartment the day before. He’d find out who you found refuge in after the imminent threat was rid of.
But now, now Hiroto wasn’t much of a threat anymore. An opportunity, maybe. A means to an end. What was it that Mikey wanted with you? Was it possible that Mikey felt the same way about you that Chifuyu did, too? It was unlikely- this was Mikey. Mikey, who’d never been in a romantic relationship in his life, who lost his ability to care about anyone except himself. He wouldn’t- he couldn’t suddenly care for you. He didn’t have the emotional intelligence or mental capacity to handle something as complex as feelings for another person.
But there was that look in his eyes. That tense, heavy, warning look, accompanied by the same tension in his voice. Tension that didn’t appear in a man who cared for a woman. Mikey saw Chifuyu’s fight, understood the reasoning behind Chifuyu’s actions, and challenged it. That’s not something someone does unless they feel the same way.
He fishes his phone out of his pocket and blindly dials the number that called him the day prior- your number. It doesn’t even ring, shrill notes of the dial tone flooding the speaker, automated message soon after. The number you have dialed is out of service. He starts to see red.
Mikey likes you. The revelation makes Chifuyu’s blood boil hot underneath his skin. He’s livid. Mikey likes you too. And you belong to Chifuyu.
“‘Fuyu?” Kazutora blinks, watching the other man dial another number. “What are you doing?”
“Calling someone.” Chifuyu rubs his chin. “Someone who can help fix this.”
“What?” Kazutora’s brows furrow. “Did you not- Mikey told you to back off.”
“I know that, Kazu. Mikey can kiss my ass.”
“‘Fuyu, you could get killed.”
There’s desperation in Kazutora’s voice. Surely Chifuyu wouldn’t throw his life away like this, right? Mikey wasn’t forgiving- in a way, he never really was, he just opted to move past it. He’s unhinged now, he operates with reckless abandon and null of care for the people he once knew. He’d kill Chifuyu. He would actually kill the man. Hadn’t they been through enough?
Chifuyu sucks in a breath. He knows this, of course he knows this. But he was tired of allowing Mikey to walk all over whoever he pleased. Tired of letting him have his way. Tired of failing when he should keep fighting. Tired of losing to the likes of Mikey.
“I know.” His voice is shaky but determined. He doesn’t make a move to hang up the phone. After two, three, four rings, the voice on the other end of the line picks up. “Hello?”
“Hiroto.” Chifuyu breathes out. “I have some information you’ll be interested in.”
Kazutora’s heart drops. Hiroto, on the other end of the line, raises an eyebrow. Chifuyu’s timing is impeccable, Hiroto still sat in the conference room with his executives, having mentioned the man’s name not too long ago. “Oh, really? About who?”
Chifuyu seals his fate with his next words.
“About the girl.”
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Mikey retreats from your body slowly. His thumb twitches; he’s eager to wrap his hand around your waist, feel the warm skin under the hem of your shirt. But that’s inappropriate for this moment. He’d tested his luck long enough.
“I have,” He glances down at the way you shiver. Was it from the temperature of his office or from him? He forced himself not to dwell on it for long. “I have some work to finish up, so someone else will be taking care of you today.”
Your hands come up to rub your arms, goosebumps rising under your sleeves. Mikey’s fingertips ghost at your sides and your toes curl in your sandals. “Someone..else?”
“Yes.” He says, and suddenly you’re reminded of your circumstances. You were harbored as evidence of something, not because the powerful man sat in front of you liked you. The thought is enough to pull you back down to earth from your cotton dreams and fantasies, prompting you to hold your arms closer to yourself. Mikey’s attention turns towards his desk, far too many folders and papers littering the dark wood. “Takeomi and Amara will be here for you shortly.”
Takeomi and Amara. Briefly, images of the two cross your mind. Takeomi, the tall man with blonde streaking both sides of his head who spoke to you in gentle tones, and Amara, the woman who ripped into you, only to treat you with the same gentleness when her findings deemed you innocent. Suddenly you’re aware of the mark on your back again, and subconsciously a hand twitches, moving up your arm to rest near its residence. “Did you…the tattoo..” You pause for a moment to find your words. “Is it…what’s it so important for?”
Mikey ponders for a moment. He could go into depth, tell you things you’d have a hard time believing, but there’s no use for that. You weren’t a part of Bonten. You weren’t gang affiliated, at that. His business had nothing to do with you, and it included the meaning behind that tattoo.
“If you’re lucky, nothing at all.”
It’s unsatisfying, but Mikey’s demeanor allows no further room for inquiry. A part of you marvels at his countenance, at the way he’s able to be somewhat soft, yet switch so quickly. You watch as he calls out to whomever was at the other side of the door. Takeomi, they identify. They’re here to collect you, just as Mikey said. He allows them permission to enter, and when you pick your head up, you meet the dark, warm eyes and thick, curly blue hair that you’d become accustomed to seeing almost every day now.
“Ready to go?” Amara beams. She tucks her hands in her pockets, ignoring a softly grunting Takeomi as he picks up all the bags you brought up. “Heard you went shopping, maybe we can have a little fashion show, yeah?”
It’s hard to believe this was the same woman threatening to kill you a few days ago.
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It’s even more hard to believe that she was such a jovial person otherwise.
“Oh, where’d you get that? I’ve been looking for a maxi dress like that for ages, that looks so good on you! Do a spin, let me see!”
Amara’s perched on her bed, sitting on her knees as the contents of your bags lay scattered all around her room. You stand in front of the closet (walk-in closet at that), bashful as you spin in the newest dress she had you wriggle your way in. “Uh, Balenciaga, I think?”
Amara’s eyes are dazzling when you meet her again. “It’d pair so well with the Bottega shoes you got- the white ones! Go put them on, you’ll see what I mean.”
You shuffle to the ottoman in the corner, all the shoes you got piled right next to it. Picking out the set in particular she referred to, you busied yourself with pulling them on. There’s a soft knock on the bedroom door as you do, and you look up in time to see Takeomi peeking his head in.
“You two doing alright in here?” He asks, and while you go to assure him that you’re fine, Amara’s raising an eyebrow after you.
“It’d do you some good to offer her a drink, y’know.” Her tone is playful as she shifts on the bed, folding her legs to sit criss-crossed. “You’re a terrible host, Akashi.”
His eyes move towards her and match the playful glint she wears so proudly. His lips twitch upwards, and he chuckles softly. “You’re right.” He calls to you, waiting until your head perks up in acknowledgement. “Would you like anything to drink?”
“Uh,” You don’t have the chance to begin before Amara’s tutting again. “Didn’t even tell her the options. Sweetheart, do you drink wine?” You nod, and she turns back to Takeomi, who is already looking at her with a smirk on his face. “We’ll have wine then. There’s a bottle of Pinot Noir in the cupboard- bring it with two glasses.”
“As you wish, princess.”
Your eyes flit between the two and you have to force yourself to swallow back a giggle, knowing look crossing over your features. Amara scrunches her nose playfully, and when Takeomi quietly exits, her gaze returns to you. You both meet eyes and her eyebrow raises. “What?”
“Nothing!” You say quickly, but there’s a giggle in your voice that you can’t quite hide. The darkskinned woman squints, crossing her arms over her chest. “You know, I thought you knew by now that lying doesn’t work on me.”
“You and Takeomi seem pretty close.” You hum, shoving your foot in the other shoe. “That’s all.”
Amara shrugs. “We work for the same gang, of course we’re close.”
“Not that kind of close.” Shoe on, you sit up straight. “Then what kind of close are you implying?”
Did she need you to spell it out? Or was she just playing coy? You take a brief glance at her, at the way she fidgets in her seat, the smile teasing her pretty face. There’s a blush written all over her features that you don’t need to see the color of to identify. She definitely knows. You raise an eyebrow at her knowingly. “The kind of close you get when you’re dating somebody.”
Her eyes widen almost comically and she fakes a dramatic gasp. “I’m not dating him!”
“Amara.” You deadpan, crossing your arms over your chest. “I may not be you, but I can spot a blatant lie when I see one.”
Debatable, because you couldn’t spot the fraud Shuji was, but thankfully the other woman was too busy being bashful to call you out on that. She stammers for a few seconds, avoiding your eyes, but one look at your face and she’s melting all over herself. “Okay, fine. We might be dating.”
“Might?”
“Okay, we are. We are dating.” She breathes, and there’s a softness that crosses over her that makes you coo. She kisses her teeth and shakes her head, waving you off with a roll of her eyes. “Shut up! Don’t go telling anyone, we’re keeping it a secret right now.”
“You two are cute together.” You smile. They are, and judging by Amara’s very, very painfully obvious attraction to the man, they worked well with each other. A question starts to burn at the back of your tongue and you’re asking it before you have the chance to dwell on it for long. “How do you deal with him?”
“Hm?” She’s folding her arms over her knees and rests her chin on top of them. “What do you mean?”
“Like,” And suddenly you’re the fidgeting one, picking at the hem of your dress until she barks at you to stop doing that otherwise you’ll ruin the seam. “He’s busy and constantly in danger all the time. He has to be secretive sometimes too, I’m guessing, because of business or whatever. How do you cope with that?”
Amara thought she was the obvious one. Your feelings couldn’t be painted more clearer on you if you picked up a paint brush and illustrated it yourself. It’s what made you so easy to read, and when you were in a business that required you to deal with liars and manipulators every day, your shamelessness was a breath of fresh air. No wonder Mikey took such a liking to you. In a way, Amara sees herself in you.
She takes a second, her eyes watching how you’d subconsciously console yourself. Your gaze fell to the plush pink carpet on the floor, to your toes that you got redone (Kakucho said Mikey would be okay with it), to the cushioned pattern of the shoes you wore. She’s smiling again, chuckling softly to herself.
“He comes home,” She begins, drawing your attention back up to her. “And he kisses me on my cheek, and my nose, and my chin. And then we make dinner, which is mainly me chopping up veggies and whatever else he asks me to while he’s doing the actual cooking. When we’re done we eat on the couch because it’s more comfortable and so he can watch those stupid sports highlights he likes so much.”
“He’s into sports?” She giggles. “Yeah. He’s obsessed with basketball and football. Favorite teams are the Spurs and 49ers. He’s in hell right now.”
Both of you share a laugh. The domesticity of it is revealing. It’s simple, calm, mundane, wildly different than their actual day to day lives. A part of you would almost think they wouldn’t like something so humdrum, but the gentle ease of a glow on her features confirms the contrary. “That’s how.” Your eyebrows pinch in and your head tilts softly. She recognizes your confusion and only smiles wider.
“It’s worth it.” She rests her cheek on her forearm. “All the stress of what we choose to do doesn’t matter at the end of the day. He comes home to me, and it’s all worth it.”
Amara wonders about you. How did Hanma treat you? Did he love you? You loved him, or maybe you still do. It was clear as day on your face back in the interrogation room, the raw, unfiltered pain of being lovelorn drawing jagged across your soul. Lovelorn and destined for death, marked by the man you gave your all to, only for him to disappear from your life without a second thought. She wonders if that’s why you asked- did you miss him, too? Wait up for hours on end when he left, hoping he was safe, praying he’d return to you? Was that why you were asking? She examines your demeanor again. Your hands pull at each other, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.
Or was it because of someone else?
“He hurt you, didn’t he?”
You didn’t have to look up at her to know what she was referring to. You smile, a bit bitterly, and nod. “Yeah, he did.”
“Men like him,” She begins, taking a moment to piece together her thoughts. “I’m not gonna tell you they’re one in a million, because unfortunately, they happen a lot. Guys are assholes and they break your heart, and chances are they don’t care about it afterwards either. They suck.”
“Yeah,” You breathe out a sour laugh, watery words garbling in your throat. The backs of your eyes sting and you blink. “Yeah, they do.”
Amara smiles pitifully. She’s been there, she knows how you feel. She’s shuffling out of the bed as you press the heels of your hands into your eyes, crossing to squeeze onto the seat and wrap her arms around you. You sniffle, apologizing, but she shushes you, resting her warm cheek onto your shoulder. She smells like brown sugar and honey and the scent helps to calm you down, paired with her soft hands that rub soothing patterns into your skin.
“They do, but someone better always comes along. Someone who makes you forget about everything that’s happened before, makes you forget the names of the men who’ve wronged you. Someone comes, and they exceed your every standard, push past every obstacle, do everything in their power to put a smile on your face and keep it there. Someone comes along, and they come home to you. They help you take off your shoes after a long day and massage your ankles while you yammer on about the stupidest of things, like how the local grocery store ran out of red onions on the one day you absolutely needed red onions.” She grins when you giggle softly, sniffling in between. “Someone comes along, and they make everything worth it again.”
A part of you feels childish and pathetic, but that’s what heartbreak does to some people. Especially the heartbreak that you’re forced to relive after trying so long to get over it. You turn to look at her, red rings around your irises but half a smile on your face. “You think my someone is gonna come along?”
Amara doesn’t even have to think about it. “I think he already has.”
Your brows furrow, confusion all over your face. Was she about to tell you what she was thinking? Of course not. Instead, she giggles to herself and pats your shoulder.
“Don’t worry, you’ll figure it out soon.”
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Chifuyu. Of all the people in Tokyo you’d find to befriend, it had to be Chifuyu. One of the few people on this earth Mikey did his best to actively avoid crossing paths with. What a woman of wonders you are.
Mikey scours through the papers strewn across his desk, screenshots of surveillance footage, Chifuyu’s figure seen exiting your apartment the morning you got ambushed. He checks the time stamp on them. 05:32:08. He searches for the snapshot of his entrance and checks the time there. 00:04:19. You were dropped off at your residence sometime after 11 that night. He checks your phone records- no calls made, but a text sent to his number at 11:43. Chifuyu arrives twenty minutes later and leaves five hours later. Mikey chooses not to think of what he was doing there- the possibilities should’ve been vast, but the sinking, definitive feeling in his chest had already guessed what Chifuyu’s business with you was. It makes his skin crawl in annoyance. His guess was right all along. Chifuyu did have feelings for you. This only cemented it.
Did you have feelings for him too?
Mikey’s door opens suddenly, but if the white-haired man was startled by it, he makes no effort to show it. His eyes stay glued onto his papers. “You knock before you enter my office. You should know better.”
Whoever it is, their shoes tap against the floor, the sound stopping in front of Mikey’s desk. Mikey can see a pair of familiar purple striped trousers above the paper. “What do you want, Sanzu? I assume this is urgent.”
“It is.” He breathes. Mikey looks up at him fully from above the glasses perched on his nose, lowering the paper onto the desk. Sanzu looks manic in a way, eyes widened, his mullet blown out with how fast he’d ran over to Mikey’s office. He swallows, and a hand comes up to comb his hair out of his face. “You’re not going to like this.”
Oh? Mikey raises an eyebrow to urge the man to continue. Sanzu takes a breath, his other hand ducking into his pocket, wrapping around the pill container to ground himself. Inwardly he’s cursing the Haitani’s. This is their unit’s fuck up after all, why was it Sanzu’s responsibility to be the bearer of bad news? Probably because Mikey would quicker kill them than Sanzu, but that’s not the point here. He takes a once over of his boss’s face, hoping the neutrality on it would stay when he delivered the news. His thumb taps against the cap on his container, and his mouth opens to say the words that run Mikey’s blood hot and cold at the same time.
“Chifuyu’s gone cold.”
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star-rin · 9 months
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⸺ MEAN BOYS WHO...
𝓲 — condom breaking, dubcon but noncon??, about mean boys who do something bad ;(, WRAP IT BEFORE U TAP OKAY STAY SAFE!
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mean boys who.. are so smooth with getting you into bed. they love the way you feel against them and how they feel while inside of you.
mean boys.. who are kinda bummed you made them use a condom even though wanted to go fully raw inside of you, not like it matters because of how girthy they are. they practically not even wearing one from how thin it is.
mean boys who.. feel themselves getting closer to their climax, and it hits them when they feel you convulsing around them. the primal urge to cum inside you.. not in a condom but inside of you. their wish being granted just in time as they delivered the final thrust groaning and riding through their orgasm.
mean boys who.. look up at you, with a shocked face, and confusion-filled eyes; hissing as they pulled out. his eyes soon brighten up and a wide greedy smile pulls across their face. whoops! the condom broke and his dick is covered with his and your cum. no wonder you looked so shocked ;(
boys who... kuroo, eren, getou, mikey, jean, bokuto, hanma, gojo, rintdou, tsukishima, ran, toji, daichi, yuta...(ur choice)
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animexts · 7 months
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"You better die after me"
Characters: Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani and Sanzu Haruchiyo.
MASTERLIST | Open Requests!
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Ran Haitani
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"You better die after me" Ran says suddenly, watching Y/n make their lunch.
"What are you talking about silly?" Y/n says laughing.
"I know I'm kind of stupid sometimes-"
"Sometimes?" Y/n interrupts Ran, causing him to snort, and pull her onto her lap.
"I need you to know I mean it when I say I'm not going to live a life without you in it." Ran says kissing Y/n's cheek.
"Rindou wouldn't like to hear that."
"Oh come on, you know he likes you more than me." Ran says making Y/n laugh.
He watches her smile with hearts in her eyes.
"Please let me die first."
"Alright, stop saying those things Ran!
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Rindou Haitani
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"Woman!" Rindou says entering their shared room.
"What was Haitani Two?" Y/n responds without looking at her husband, still making the bed.
"You better-" He stopped as soon as he understood what she had said. "What did you call me?"
"Haitani two" Y/n says smiling innocently at husband.
"For the sake of our marriage, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."
"Right, and why did you look so angry?"
"Oh right...You better die after me!"
"Than you -" Rindou interrupts his wife holding her face and kissing her nose.
"I couldn't bear to see you go, so obey my order, and don't die before me!" Before his wife can answer, Rindou kisses her mouth.
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Sanzu Haruchiyo
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"Where is your lady, Sanzu?" Ran asks teasing Sanzu.
Yes, he knows that the best way to tease this maniac is by talking about his lady.
"She's home, safe at home." Sanzu responds without looking at Ran.
"How are you so sure she's safe?" Rindou says, making Sanzu look at him.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Sanzu gets up, facing Rindou.
"Calm down Sanzu, they're just being idiots." Kakucho says rolling his eyes.
The Haitani brothers laugh and go back to talking normally, but Sanzu can't stop thinking about what Rindou said.
He steps away from the group and, with trembling hands, dials his number, which he has memorized.
"Come on, fuck, pick up, please." he says as he hears it call three times.
"Hi love"
Sanzu closes his eyes relieved to hear his girlfriend's voice.
"Damn it, for the good of society You better die after me."
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romantichomicide95 · 1 month
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thinking about ⨾
your ex-boyfriend who broke up with you but couldn’t stay away for too long. he just couldn’t stop imagining those pretty eyes looking up at him, a sight that filled his dreams every night. couldn’t stop stroking himself to the thought of your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. he wants you back but he just can’t help how much he loves it when you beg for him. so he starts with just a little text that says “i need to talk to you.”
and of course, once you tell him just how much you missed him and how much you still love him he wants you to show him. “i want to take you back baby,” he says placing his index finger on your lower lip and slowly tracing it down to your chin, lifting it up to face him “but i want you to show me how much you missed me first yeah?”
now he’s got you underneath him, his hands moving to unbutton your pants. he pulls them down slowly, because he just loves to see that desperate little pout on your lips as you beg him for his cock. “please, fuck me. missed your cock so much.”
he takes in the sight of your panties, a cocky smile pulling at his lips when he notices you’ve soaked through... “you’ve always been so needy for me. look at you so wet, barely even touched you.” he whispers, as his fingers trace the outline of your panties, teasing you for a just a moment longer before ripping them off in one swift motion. he rubs the tip of his cock against your clit before he leans down, his lips brushing against your neck before sinking his teeth in, marking you as his…just like he always has.
finally he pushes into you slowly, feeling as your pussy grips him tightly. the sensation around his cock makes him grunt, shutting his eyes tight. he sits there for a minute, relishing the way your pussy sucks him in, you feel so good around him and he wants to savor it. your tight walls pulsate around his cock before he finally starts to thrust. his hips move in a slow rhythm at first, trying to let his cock feel every inch of your tight walls; but the way your eyes roll back and your nails dig into his back drives him a little crazy and he can’t help but grip your hips and start pounding into you.
he leans down, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it gently. his tongue swirls around it and it causes him to groan, he missed the taste of your nipples…missed feeling your pussy tighten around his cock and he thrusts deeper into you picking up the pace. “fuck, missed this pussy so much. p-perfect.”
he leans up to push your legs back, and you tangle the sheets in your hands as he drives his cock deeper hitting your sweet spot over and over again. he leans down, capturing your lips in a the kiss, before trailing them down your neck biting gently, leaving another mark. you’re his after all, he wants to make sure you remember. your pussy is so tight, and the way it grips his cock is starting to drive him wild. he can feel the head of his cock brushing against your sweet spot, and when he hears your whimpers of his name as you cum around him he knows he won’t be able to last much longer. with one final thrust, he releases inside you, groaning as he feels his cum filling your pussy. he leans down, kissing you roughly as he continues to pump his cum into you before he finally pulls out. and as you open your eyes you see his satisfied smile at the sight of his cum leaking out of you, and the mess you made of your bed.
gojo, geto, dabi, eren, levi, jean, hanma, baji, rin, sae, hawks, oikawa. && your faves.
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fuyuluvr · 7 months
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rindou bites back a moan as you jerked his cock off in one hand and held your phone on the other. 
“right? i can’t believe he did that!” you exclaimed to the phone and rindou had half a mind to throw your phone to the side and push your head on his dick. 
his breath hitches as you place your lips on his tip, hand firmly on the shaft as you pressed kisses on the throbbing member. he fought off a groan as you sucked the tip in, your tongue massaging the inches you managed to take. 
rindou’s head falls flat on the couch as he heaves out a deep breath at the low hum you let out. rindou’s eyes peer down to you with a lustful gaze you held eye contact with him, phone still by your ear.
“i can’t believe he forgot about your anniversary. how could he do that?” you reply to whatever conversation you were having with your friend whilst jerking him off, causing his hips to stutter in your hold. rindou could vaguely hear an animated reply from the other side of the phone call, not that he cares. all he cares about is that you better drop the call fast.
rindou can’t remember how long this has been going on. fifteen minutes? thirty? he’s not so sure but you better drop the call before he reaches his limit before your friend gets a first row ticket hearing you gag around his length. 
you pull away with a pop. tongue lazily playing with his tip as your hand slowly dipped down to his balls, massaging it gently. 
“are you eating something?” he hears your friend ask. rindou watches as you smirk, denying her claim. “no.” you reply. “just trying out this new lollipop flavor.” and rindou could barely take into account what you said before the back of his hand flew to his mouth, biting the skin as you dipped down and swallowed around him, the phone call serving as white noise as he grips your hair and controls the pace. 
“hang. up.” rindou whispers harshly you gave him a faux pout. rindou can feel his left eye twitch, an annoyed expression on his face as you pull away and winked, giving him quick pumps. 
he hates that he can feel himself getting closer. 
“no, for real? he didn’t even get you anything?” the conversation was going nowhere and rindou really needed to cum. 
“hang up, (y/n). i’m not telling you this again.” rindou says, voice barely audible but with the way your eyes shifted, he knew that you heard. 
you gave his tip a wet kiss before you swallowed against him once more. 
he clenches his jaw, the hand in your hair tightening as he pushes you down even further, causing a gag to escape your throat. 
rindou could hear your friend ask you if you were okay on the other line, with a click of his tongue, he rips the phone from your hand and answers the question for you. 
“she’s busy.” and he hangs up, throwing the phone on the side. 
his grip is lax as he lets you come up from air, he bites back a smirk as you coughed, a glare forming on your face as you plant your hands on his thighs, stabilizing yourself. 
“that’s rude.” you huffed. rindou rolls his eyes, fingers caressing the side of your cheek, lips twitching up just a bit as you unconsciously lean your head to his touch. 
“what’s rude is you not paying attention to your task at hand.” rindou said as his free hand slithers down to his length, pumping it at an even pace. 
“i’m sorry.” you drag out, lips forming into a pout as you stared up at him in an apologetic expression and all rindou can think of is painting your pretty features with white. 
“if you’re really sorry.” rindou says, tapping the head of his cock to your lips, your tongue darting out automatically. 
“you better show me.”
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kakujis · 7 months
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he's so mean!
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warnings: afab!reader, overstimulation, dacryphilia, degradation, marking (baji), spanking (kaku), choking (chifuyu), jealousy (chifuyu), pet names (baby, kitten), reader wears makeup. i think that's it LOL if i missed any lmk!!!
ft: baji, kakucho, chifuyu, each drabble is around 500-600ish words.
member of: @enchantedforest-network 💕
a/n: this is just pure indulgent filth <3. after seeing the tokrev trailer for s3 i got excited n picked this back up LOL. special thanks to nie for proofreading ilysm
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baji:
“aww, is it too much baby?” he coos, your legs thrown up over his shoulders as he presses your knees down as far as they’ll go. 
you whimper and nod, your streaky tears running gray with mascara. hiccuping, you slur, “s’too much, n-no more,” but suddenly you’re crying out as baji slams back into you. 
“i don’t really care,” he gleams, fangs flashing at you as he starts up again. he revels in the sound of your choked sobs and the way you thrash underneath him. besides, baji knows when it’s really too much you’ll use your safe word. 
you squeal when he angles himself to fuck you even deeper, mushroom tip kissing your sweet spot with each thrust. “f-fuck,” you sob, “fuck!” of course you’re close, baji knows exactly what you want and how to give it to you. 
the obscenities continue to fall off your tongue as you babble, drool, and cry but baji loves it, dipping down to lick your tears up. it’s when he sinks his teeth into your neck that you mewl, “kei, ‘m cumming!” writhing underneath him as he relentlessly fucks you through it, head thrown back as your mind goes hazy. 
“i know, baby, i know,” he coos, feeling the way your pussy twitches on him, making sure to tilt your chin down so he can see your pretty eyes roll back. “feels fucking good, huh?” 
you don’t answer, instead whimpering and nodding as your overstimulated pussy continues to twitch. you’re sure if he keeps this up, you’ll pass out. but you know when he slows his hips, you’re nowhere near done. 
“kitten,” he sings, tapping your face as your lids flutter, “don’t pass out on me yet. i’m not done with you.” 
he’s borderline obsessed with how fucked out you look when he pushes you through orgasms. he especially loves how you look afterwards, with spit slicked lips and littered in marks. he knows you can keep going, no he’ll make you keep going, consumed by the way you squeal as you cream around his cock.
you sob, “no more, it’s too much.” you try to push back on him, but baji’s stronger than you, his grip on the back of your knees never faltering as you try to squirm and kick. 
he barks out another laugh, “i already told you, i don’t fuckin’ care. you can give me another one.” 
“i can’t!” you wail, but he presses on, starting to move again. “kei, fuck!” 
“yes you can,” he growls, nipping at your ear, “and you will.” 
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kakucho:
“this is what you wanted right?” kakucho growls, but you can’t even answer, cheek squished into your tear and spit ridden pillow as he hammers into you from behind. it is what you wanted, its what you asked for, begged for. for kakucho to finally stop treating you like some fragile doll and fuck you properly. 
meekly you try to nod, sniffling as you peek one puffy eye up at him, your hands held behind your back. sweat glistens on his forehead, brows knit in annoyance. 
“then take it.” he hisses, using one hand to smack your ass, and you yelp at the sting, squirming underneath him. “didn’t realize i was dating such a fucking slut.” 
you moan at the insult and he laughs, case in point. soon, his hand is coming down again, making you squeal, red angry prints on your tender flesh. he thinks you’ll ask him to stop, but instead you’re mewling out “more, please, more,” teary eyes trained on his hand. 
his interest is piqued, evident by the way he brings his hand down again to hear another pretty moan. he barks out a laugh, when you demand it again. 
“i don’t think so,” he grunts, before pushing your face down further into your pillow. “did you forget that toys don’t get a say?” he brings your hips up farther and all you can think about is just how deep he is. 
your thighs tremble as he starts pounding into you again, treating you like his own fleshlight. he’s brought you so far up, your feet are starting to dangle off the bed. 
there’s a wet patch underneath you as you drip down onto the sheets below. but god, he’s so fucking mean and feels so good that you just can’t care. your mind’s so hazy you forget that you’re not supposed to beg, what you’re begging for you don’t even know. 
“alright,” he snaps, dropping you before looming over and caging you in with his body. he shoves his fingers into your mouth, using the other hand to force you to look up at him. “let me help you out since you’re too stupid to listen.” 
your eyes start to leak again and he can’t lie, you look so fucking cute crying and drooling on his fingers. you grip the sheets as he starts to fuck you again, the pace brutal and unrelenting. he doesn’t let you look away either, staring down at you, no, consuming you with each thrust. 
he knows you’re close when your breaths get more scattered and your eyes start rolling back. just a few more thrusts and you’re coming undone, thrashing as much as you can underneath him. frantically, you push against him, whimpering when you start to get overstimulated, but he doesn’t let up, instead pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead. 
“you’re still not there yet,” he sighs, thinking he could really get used to you crying on his cock. “don’t worry, baby, you’ve got all night to get it right.” 
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chifuyu:
“f-fuyu?” you question with bleary eyes, but he doesn’t respond, jaw tensed as he continues to fuck you into another orgasm. “i can’t! no more, please,” you slur, but he ignores you, nails digging into your hips. 
you didn’t mean to push him so hard, but when takemichi told you he once saw chifuyu hold a broken shard of glass up to kisaki, snarling and ready to strike, you were a little curious. chifuyu had only been nice to you, sweet and gentle, especially when the two of you made love. but you’ve always been a little curious, what if he was just a tad bit meaner, a little more rough? 
so you thought making him a little jealous would do the trick, and it did. you’d never done it before, but the way he bristled up seeing you giggle and paw at kazutora was enough for him, even if they were best friends. 
it must’ve been hours since chifuyu got you home, pinning you against the counter as he grinded into you from behind before bending you over and ripping your underwear off. you didn’t realize just how jealous of a person he was until now, legs dripping down cum and arousal. 
“you think kazutora can fuck you like this?” he growls and you quickly shake your head, mumbling out quick apologies. but it’s so hard to focus when chifuyu’s fucking you so well, pretty little moans coming out of your mouth. 
“don’t fucking lie to me,” he hisses, pulling back on your hair. you arch up into him, desperately holding onto the edges of the counter you’re pressed up against. the hand that was gripping onto your hair finds it’s way around your neck, as chifuyu continues to rut into you. 
you look up at him with puffy, teary eyes, “‘m sorry, f-fuck, ‘m sorry,” you pant, but he merely cocks his head to the side. “fuyu, ‘m sorry.” 
“not gonna fuckin’ cut it this time,” he punctuates his sentence with a particularly harsh thrust which makes you gasp as your eyes roll back. “i’m gonna ruin you, got it? you belong to me.” 
you try to respond, but the hand on your neck squeezes and your words die on your tongue. little black dots invade your vision, but before you fully pass out, he lets go. opting to wrap his arm around your neck. 
“can’t talk now?” he murmurs, forcing you to look at him as he continues to slide in and out of your dripping hole. “and you were so fucking sorry  earlier, huh? lying to me again?” 
“‘m sorry! ‘m sorry!” starts to tumble off your tongue again, as you vigorously shake your head. but chifuyu can’t hear you, drowning in his own jealousy and the feel of your warm, clenching pussy. 
he growls in your ear one more time, "if you're really sorry, let me see you squirt on this dick."
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