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Ran caught you and Baji in bed together and now he wants to see who he’s up against…by making you two fuck right in front of him

Ran smirks as you and Baji look between each other in stunned disbelief.

“Y-you want to watch?” You choke out the sentence which only amuses Ran further.

“Yeah, I do. There’s nothing to hide, right? I already know what you’re like in bed.” He winks, and you struggle to recognize if this is reality or an unhinged wet dream.

Baji has already snapped out of his state of shock and is ready to confront Ran again.

“You should just fuck off, Haitani. You don’t need to be here.”

If looks could kill the one Ran gives Baji would have undoubtedly murdered him.

“You’re lucky I’m even letting you do this. I should beat your ass for coming into her room and bothering her like this.”

The tension between Baji and Ran is steadily rising again and you know you have to act fast.

“Both of you stop!”

They both turn to you in slight surprise.

“Look, Baji, if you want to do this then shut up and let’s just do it,” With a sharp turn of your head, you face Ran. “And, Ran, don’t antagonize Baji. I want to give him a fair shot without you distracting him.”

Though it’s only a mild scolding it’s the most assertive you’ve been with either of them and neither of them is expecting it.

“Yes, ma’am.” Ran holds his hands up as he swivels slightly side to side in your desk chair. “Whatever you say.” By the playful tone of his voice and the glint in his eyes you know he’s loving this new side of you.

Baji seems like he stills wants to argue but when he notices that you’ve pulled off the blanket and fully revealed your lingerie clad body, he quickly reconsiders and climbs on top of you.

Soon Baji’s lips are on yours and you’re surprised by how comfortable you feel. Having your first sexual encounter with Baji in front of Ran should have been nerve racking but instead it was awakening something wild within you.

As things heat up, Baji’s mouth starts traveling south from your neck to your chest all the way down until he’s settled between your thighs. He considers stripping you naked to get full access to you but he’s a petty man and he can’t turn down the opportunity to eat out Ran’s little play thing while you’re still wearing the lingerie he bought you.

He pulls the lace to side and buries his face in you.

It doesn’t take long for an orgasm to creep up on you because Baji, just like Ran, is a pro. Even though he’s never been with you before he knows exactly what to do to make you go crazy.

“Oh, fuck…Baji…” you squeeze your thighs around his head as you cum, and you can feel Baji smiling against your skin.

“That’s it, baby. Let me have it.” His muffled voice travels up to your ears, and it makes you blush.

Just a few days ago he was taunting you about never getting laid now he was lying between your legs eating you out while your fuck buddy sat across the room watching the whole thing.

Ran.

You almost forgot he was there. You sneak a peek at him, and his eyes are already laser focused on you. He has an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips and a sinister expression on his face. You can’t tell if he’s aroused or pissed. Knowing Ran, he was probably both.

“Come here.” Baji lifts you up and helps you position yourself on to your hands and knees facing Ran.

A shiver of excitement runs through you as Baji runs his cock head up and down your slit while you keep eye contact with Ran. Ran is staring at you so intensely you swear he’s not blinking or breathing.

Baji notices the attention you’re giving Ran and slaps your ass in disapproval.

He leans down to tilt your head to the side and roughly kiss you before winding back smacking it again.

“You’re mine right now.” He says, voice low and sultry, before slamming his cock into you.

The sound of Baji’s hand against your skin is the only thing that has broken Ran’s trance like state. Based on the way his hand is curled into a fist, you know he’ll only allow a certain level of aggression from Baji before he interjects.

The room is suddenly full of the sound of your skin against Baji’s and both of your moans.

Baji fills you up perfectly, and you can’t deny how good he feels stretching you out. Unfortunately for Baji, Ran notices it, too.

You watch as Ran leaves his chair and strolls over to the bed. He lightly cups your face in his left hand while Baji continues to pound into you.

“You seem bored, princess.”

With his right hand he manages to lower his pants and take his hard cock out of his boxers. He runs the tip of it along your lips and grins when you instinctively lean closer to it.

“Do you need something to keep you busy?”

Above you, Baji growls.

“Ran, what the fuck are you-“ Ran cuts him off before he can finish.

“Quiet, Keisuke. Let her decide.”

His eyes never leave yours as he speaks.

Drunk on lust, you open your mouth.

Ran wastes no time accepting the invitation and eventually all three of your sighs and cries of ectasy are echoing in the room.

Your eyes are watering and you can barely breathe but the feeling of pleasuring two gorgeous men at the same time has you feeling too empowered to stop.

Just when you’re starting to get the hang of taking them both, Ran grabs your face with both his hands and thrusts deep into your mouth a couple more times then cums down your throat.

Ran’s moans make you clench around Baji, and Baji groans in pleasure despite his annoyance.

“You’re so good to me.” Ran praises while stooping down to lick his own cum off your lips. “Sorry, Keisuke. I couldn’t help myself.”

He smirks at Baji before going back to the chair and lighting up a cigarette.

As soon as Ran is out of the way, Baji flips you on to your back. He spreads your legs over his thighs and lies down on top of you.

At this new angle he’s even deeper than before you know you’re getting close.

“I can feel the way you’re squeezing my cock.” Baji whispers into your ear, and your legs start to tremble. “I know you want to cum for me.”

Your orgasm unexpectedly rips through you, and you can only clutch Baji’s strong arms to steady yourself as your body shakes. Your screams only spur Baji on and he keeps pounding into you while you’re cumming.

Though you’re already seeing stars Baji isn’t done yet.

“Come on, baby. I know you have one more for me.” He slides his hands between your thighs and rubs soft circles into your clit. Your sensitivity makes you involuntary jump but Baji doesn’t let up.

“I can feel it. You want to cum again don’t you?”

You nod and chant his name over and over as he folds your knees up to your chest and drives himself into you even deeper.

“Fuck, Baji! That feels so good…so good…” you can barely speak but what little you manage to say is enough for Baji. He’s finally finding his rhythm again after Ran’s little interruption earlier, and he smiles as he watches you fall apart on his cock.

“Make sure you choke her while you’re fucking her like that.” Ran’s voice carries from the other side of the room, a hint of a smile in his tone. “She’ll cream your cock every single time.”

You blush at the truth of his statement. It’s something he figured out the first time you hooked up with him and now it was his favorite thing to do to you.

Baji hesitates for a moment. He doesn’t want to give Ran the satisfaction but the need for you to make a mess on him outweighs his desire to ignore Ran.

His hand grips your throat and he immediately sees the effect it has on you.

“Oh, shit…do you like that, baby. Does it feel good when I choke you like that?”

You nod yes seconds before another orgasm hits you, and you do exactly what Ran said you would: cream Baji’s cock.

This time Baji can’t control himself anymore. When he catches sight of that white ring around himself, it only makes it a few more thrusts until he has to pull out and cum all over your stomach.

After you both finish, your heavy breathing is the only audible sound. Even Ran has stayed quiet.

You’re so dazed you don’t know how to feel. The past couple of hours still seem completely surreal, and you keep waiting to wake up.

You and Baji stare at each other in silence, both of you unsure of what to do next.

Luckily, you have Ran ready to call the shots at a moment’s notice.

You hear the squeak of the chair followed by his footsteps crossing the floor.

“Move, Keisuke.” Ran stands next to the bed staring down at both of you. “I need to see something.”

Baji rolls his eyes but slides off you and lies down on the mattress, too blissed out to fight Ran anymore.

Ran slips his fingers inside you, taking note of how sensitive you still appear to be.

“It’s okay, just relax. I just need to check.” He gently curls and slides his fingers around inside you before quickly taking them back out. “That’s what I thought.”

He’s smirking again for the first time since this whole thing started, and you know he’s up to something. Before you can ask any questions Ran turns his attention to Baji.

“When I fuck her, her pussy and the sheets are soaked.” Ran states, an arrogant smile playing on his lips.

He opens your legs wider and stares down in between them.

“This is nothing like what I did to her earlier. And I’m the one who had to teach you how to make her cum by choking her. So I guess what I’m saying is…” Ran starts gathering Baji’s clothes and wads them up in a ball. “Get the hell out of her bed, Keisuke.”

Ran throws the clothing at Baji's chest.

“You could never fuck her better than me.”

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1) I had to let Ran win okay I HAD to I’m sorry to the Baji girlies he did this to himself!!

2) sorry this took so damn long I couldn't figure out how to end it but I finally got there lol

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Hellooo, can I ask for a fic where Y/N wakes up sitting in a chair, blindfolded and tied, before feeling Hanma/Kisaki's familiar fingers in her thighs and hearing, "remember, you asked for this little princess."

Y/N's thighs clench once she recalled a discussion she had a week ago with her lover about wanting to be fucked in a room full of delinquents from their gang.

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It can either be Hanma or Kisaki (somthin bout them wanting to please the reader n also let everyone know that shes his) 😭✋fulfilling the reader's exhibitionism fantasy, idkk this might be a bit too much. I hope you take this up and enjoy working on it loll thanks!

This is a Hanma prompt. He's too devious >:)

Keeps On Giving: Hanma Shuji x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.3k

tw: smut, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, Hanma being Hanma

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"Wakey, wakey."

A cool washcloth is passed over your face, and with a jolt, you come to. You can't see anything. And when you try to move your fingers to remove whatever was obscuring your vision, you find they're tied quite tight.

But you can hear. And the shifting of clothing and soft breathing isn't just from one person. From what you can gather as you try to decipher your predicament, you're around a group.

"Remember," you hear someone familiar whisper in your ear. "You asked for this, little princess." A hand shifts over your clothed pussy, and they're long... just like Hanma's.

"H-Hanma?" you breathe, but no one answers you. A kiss is tapped to the left corner of your lips, but nothing else is said. Panic floods your veins. You could be wrong. You could be completely wrong and in the midst of a rival gang looking to get their revenge. Before you can scream, you're moved off of the chair and placed stomach down, hands tied behind your back and legs propping you up.

Face down, ass up.

You whimper as fingers skim over your backside, making goosebumps surface in their wake. "It's a free show. But if you feel inclined to tip... Who am I to stop you?" The person chuckles, and you'd know Hanma's laughter anywhere. It's the signature of his manic style of behavior, and just unhinged enough to ease your fears. But then... why were you here in front of a bunch of--

"Deepest, darkest desires..."

"I don't have any."

"There's no way."

"Well... there is one. But promise not to tell anyone."

The conversation comes back to you clear as day. And now, like Hanma said earlier, you were getting what you asked for.

Your underwear is snipped off, the fabric leaving your backside chilly as your shirt is pushed up around your shoulders. You must've been in the throes of a truly deep sleep to not notice your boyfriend tying you up and shifting you around.

But you're not deterred. This is a fantasy come true. Hanma's skinny fingers dip into your warm cunt and stay there for a brief second, letting you adjust to the feeling of someone inside of you. You moan, and someone in the crowd stifles a resounding gasp of pleasure.

That. That's what you're after.

You buck your hips to urge Shuji on, but he only pulls his fingers out of you. "You're so wet," he grumbles. Soft panting can be heard above the sound of Hanma humming as he sucks his fingers clean, each one popping free with a loud smack. "Tastes just as good as I thought you would." His fingers - just the middle and ring finger - return to your cunt, sinking all the way in before thrusting onc against your g-spot. If you could, you'd arch your back and whine with delight, but you can only do one of those at the moment.

"That's it," Shuji whispers, tapping against your G-spot again. "Go ahead and fuck my fingers, baby girl. Show 'em how you do it for me." You obey, letting your hips roll back and forth as Shuji holds his hand still. You fuck yourself without inhibition, clenching your wet cunt around his digits before raising back up to do it all over again.

Someone is getting off on this. You can hear him - or them - whimpering at the sight of your pretty cunt squeezing around Shuji's finger, at the sight of your cream on his hand, at the sight of your submissiveness.

"They all want what they can't have," Shuji reminds you, leaning over your frame and driving his fingers in time with your rocking motions. "It's a shame, isn't it?" You nod, and Shuji smoothes a hand over your hair. "Such a shame."

This can only go on for so long, however. It's sinful, but Shuji can't wait for you to squirt. So he helps you along since you can't touch yourself. When his fingers come down on your clit, you groan so loud the building nearly shakes with the force of it. And Shuji looks around the room with a searing gaze, daring any man to meet it. But they're all looking at you, at your body, at the way you respond to his touch. It's just too delicious.

When you shudder, Shuji speeds up his fingers, rubbing your gummy spot with every single ounce of care that he can. "Oh, shit!" The stream comes in short bursts, coating Shuji's wrist and hand in a clear fluid. The grunting of someone in the crowd makes you cum even harder, and you grip your hands so tight you feel they might fall off.

"Goddamn," Shuji laughs, shaking his hand free. It isn't long before you feel the prominent head of your boyfriend's dick press against your fluttering hole. "We're going to take it nice and slow. I'm going to ease you open, inch by inch."

Punishment. A twinge of excitement rolls down your spine as Shuji presses his tip into you, then pulls out. "Nice and easy," he repeats, slipping back inside of you a little more, then pulling out. With each stroke, the growl of pleasure gets louder, and the more Shuji groans, the more you tremble with pleasure.

"Fuck me," you beg, chanting it low and soft as he continues his punishment. "Please, Shuji."

"I hear you," Shuji replies sweetly. "You're almost ready."

"Shuji--Shuji, please, I--"

"Patience." Another inch, another moment to wait.

"Shuji."

"Almost there, baby. Shh..." A hand comes down on your mouth with the tenderness of a father shushing his child, but then Shuji bends over you, still repeating his torturous game. "Hush. Take this dick you've been begging for silently. Show these boys how good little sluts take it, hmm?"

"Yes, daddy," you breathe, and Shuji hums.

"Good girl." It's a never-ending cycle, and your mouth wishes it could express how fucked out you feel, but his directions were to be silent. So you obey. Without warning, you feel Shuji's balls press against your cunt. "Brace yourself," is the only warning you get before Shuji begins to pound your drenched pussy into the next dimension.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

It's merciless, but it's good, and you feel your body surrender completely to whatever Shuji wants. More men are cumming now, especially when Shuji whispers filthy things in your ear loud enough for the closest to hear.

"Pussy's been waiting all week for me," he hisses. "She's talking back to me - I can feel it."

You let out a broken cry, trying to grasp any thread of sanity you can find, but you lose the war against any and all logic. You can only repeat his name as you cum, and you go deaf to the rest of the world, feeling only Shuji's hands on your breasts and his cock drilling into your cunt.

"Oh," Shuji gasps, tweaking your nipples roughly. "Oh, shit, that's it." And then he's cumming, dumping spurts of cum in your already waiting cunt as if there were no tomorrow. He remains inside of you for a while, cock twitching and throbbing endlessly.

You're not sure how you missed it, but when you recover from your inevitable climax, you hear nothing except Hanma's heavy breathing.

Everyone seems to be gone except the two of you.

"Are they gone?" you breathe, and Shuji pats your ass tenderly.

"Yeah."

"Where did they go so quickly? How--"

"I told them if they stayed a second longer after I came that I'd beat them to death. Aftercare is just for the two of us, not those fuckers." There's a moment's pause, then, "Are you satisfied, baby? Was that good for you?"

"Of course," you murmur, and Shuji leans over you again, kissing your cheek. "I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

"Sounds like a reward if they win their fights." You chuckle as Shuji undoes your ties gingerly. "I'll let them know. But for now..." You're turned onto your back, and the blindfold is removed. "You need some cleanup and some sleep."

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“flame on!” HES SO FUCKING LAME LMAAOOOOO

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The lines from that one song

“I’m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket.”

Heavily relates to the reader of ‘Under The Bleachers’ When she finally leaves hanma for a healthy relationship.

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Muto Yasuhiro (Mucho) top 10 moments!

10. Let's start off with a truly smart moment in tr, that time he actually told someone to call an ambulance. I mean most people seem to make terrible decisions in regards to injuries in tr so him actually suggesting this is really good move.

9. Using Inui and Takemichi to make Koko join Tenjiku, this was actually smart af. A pretty messed up way of doing it but smart af.

8. Making it up to Hakkai after accusing him of being a traitor by cheering for him and assuring him that everyone forgives him for lying

7. Being loyal enough to Izana that he's willing to kill for him. Ok yk the killing part isn't great, especially when it's aimed at Angry but I appreciate the dedication.

6. Taking the blame for the Tenjiku incident along with the other S62.

5. Sitting on Inui with that deadpan, unbothered expression, sorry Inui but there's something pretty cool about Mucho here.

4. Giving Sanzu his jacket, does anybody not find this adorable???

3. Helping Smiley with his ankle, what a considerate guy.

2. Teaching Kakucho how to be a man. Ok we still don't know wtf this means but Kakucho turned out to be a pretty good guy so Mucho must've done something right.

1. And at no1 we have practically adopting Sanzu. Look Sanzu needed a brother and Mucho was happy to fill that role, he even taught Sanzu to like cheesecake. He was a good big brother to Sanzu and we don't appreciate that enough.

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Can I request a shinichiro x reader. Where he ask you to sit on his face for the first time which ends up going wrong and a trip to the hospital. Everyone is worried they’re wondering why he’s at the hospital 😭 while shinichiro is all happy with a neck brace not caring about his injury.

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

Earmuffs: Shinichiro Sano x Fem!Reader

wc: 602

tw: smut

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"Just put it down on me, baby." Shin holds his hands out to you and makes a grabby motion, his face flushed red with excitement.

"Shin, I don't think we should..."

"Hey," he mutters, pouting. "I want you to suffocate me with those beautiful thighs of yours. 'Earmuffs', remember?" Your body heats up at the request, but Shinichiro just reaches out for you again.

"But what if you get hurt?"

"Then I will have suffered for a good cause." You sigh, then adjust yourself slightly, trying not to press down too hard on Shin's chest.

"You're just so fragile," you whisper, moving up his body. Shinichiro grunts, a throaty noise that makes you wet and excites you more than anything.

"I can handle your pretty pussy," he urges you, hands cupping your thighs as you lower on top of him. "Fuck, yeah..." When you're fully seated above his face, Shinichiro groans in pleasure and angles his chin higher. "Sit down on my face, y/n."

"But what if--"

"On my face. Not above it, not around it." Shin points down with his fingers. "I want your pussy in my mouth."

You lower down a little more, and Shin moans, "That's it..." so loudly you're unsure if you'll last long. But when his tongue connects with your clit, you're done for.

You grip the bed's headboard with shaking fingers, closing your eyes and letting his sucking mouth and flicking tongue take over and guide you towards your pleasure. He grunts and hums underneath you, easily slurping and eating you out like he'd been starving for ages. When Shinichiro moans your name, though, you find yourself rocking against his mouth, his nose bumping against your clit and delivering shocks of delight from your head to your toes.

You promptly forget all decorum and nearly black out, riding Shin's face for dear life. He moves his face up and down and side to side, seeming to relish in the fact that he's finally getting to do something he's always wanted to do. It's like Christmas for him down there.

Once you have your very first face-riding orgasm - and boy, was it perfect - you shift off Shin's face, noting he's stopped moving his head.

"You okay?" you wonder, taking the edge of your t-shirt and wiping his face.

"Uh..." he pauses, grimacing. "Think I might have gone a little too hard there."

"Huh?" You try to feel a sense of seriousness as you come down from your post-orgasm bliss, and your eyes sweep over Shin's body.

"Yeah... I can't move my neck from side to side, babe."

The hospital room you find yourself in is cold and stuffy, but that doesn't seem to bother Shinichiro one bit. He's lying in the bed with a soft neck brace on, but his face is full of happiness.

"How'd you get in here and in that?" Takeomi wonders, frowning deeply. "Shin, did you get whiplash?"

"Nah," Shin hums, smiling brightly. "Think I did some crazy shit. I'll be alright in a few days."

"That looks like more than 'some crazy shit,'" Waka pipes up, leaning on the wall and eyeing the neck brace with

"You're not in pain?" Keizo wonders, but Shin just waves their concern away.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Just need to take a break, and I'll be right back at it in no time. Right, y/n?" When you look over at him, he winks at you lasciviously, and you nod, trying to shake the nerves away with a quick chuckle.

"You'll be just fine."

"No time," Shinichiro whispers dreamily. "No time at all."

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1:02 AM ~ *Takuya Yamamoto*

Summary: Takuya comes to you broken and bruised. It’s your job to put him back together again. But can you keep doing this?

Pairing: Yamamoto Takuya X Reader

Genre: Angst Drabble

Word Count: 525

Warning: Wounds, Sadness, Pain

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THE LONELY TREE

PAIRING: sanzu haruchiyo x reader

SUMMARY: comforting him <3

WARNINGS: slight manga spoliers about sanzu’s past. self deprecating thoughts . i did NOT proofread so goodluck lmfao

A/N: omg…hi hey guys im.. alive what. ive had this in my drafts for EVEEEERRRR and finally found motivation to finish it. its not long and its not great but its something. i miss tr and i miss sanzu my pookiebear…

every so often, haruchiyo would return to this state. his old self. once again he was timid and quiet, the kind boy you remembered when first meeting him.

he went from his loud teasing nature, to locking himself in the bathroom. he would stare into his reflection with dim eyes that seemed to be far off into his mind.

haru thought he was hideous. bright obnoxious pink hair, something so childish for a top ranking gang member, that paled his already ghastly skin even more. freckles dotted across his nose and cheeks, he had always hated them as a kid and now even in his late 20s he still wont acknowledge that no amount of scrubbing will wash them away.

two large jagged diamonds were etched into his skin. just thinking about them he could still feel the sharp stabbing pain from the edge of the plastic toy like it happened yesterday. he thinks this might be the ugliest aspect of him. he could tolerate the pale skin, freckles, eyebags, and wild hair. all easy fixes, he thinks, but has no motivation whatsoever to do so. however, the scarred skin on each corner of his mouth would never, could never, be fixed.

his appearance was just one thing that made him hideous. his action and, really his whole existence was hideous.

never was he good enough.

not good enough for their mother to stay. not good enough for their father to raise them. he was a terrible brother, teaching senju wrong and always disappointing takeomi.

he was a bad friend.

he killed mochi. one of the few people who he thought truly cared for his well being, even thought of him as a younger brother.

he was a bad boyfriend.

haru knew he wasn’t good to you. he knew you deserved someone normal. someone who isn’t an addict. someone who can go out freely and take you out on dates. he knew you deserved someone who didn’t lose their temper easy like him, who hurt you not just physically but mentally and emotionally as well. he’s not sure why you’ve been following him around so long, but he also isn’t sure what he would do if you stopped.

rindou had warned you through text about haruchiyo’s sudden drop in mood. you immediately dropped everything and rush home to him, wanting to stop his self loathing quickly before it turned for the worse.

when you arrived to the apartment all lights were off, drapes closed and everything was quiet. if you didn’t know any better you would think no one was home. but you knew he was home, if not for the shoes thrown haphazardly by the door, the soft sounds of crying could be heard.

you ponder on calling out your arrival, deciding on just being loud enough to let him know you are home, but not enough to startle him. you make your way to the bathroom and quietly knock three times before pausing then entering.

haru stands slouched in front of the sink. his rose colored hair messy, eyes red and puffy, and a frown set on his lips.

taking a slow breath you walk up to him, your reflections side by side. you know he knows you are there, it shows in the way he slightly tenses and his hands begin to shake. you want nothing more than to comfort him, however knowing he dislikes overbearing people holds you back for a moment. unsure and unmoving, you take this moment to really look at the broken man in front of you.

you see his pain, you see his hardships, you see his worry, you see is sadness. but you also see his pretty blue eyes that always look at you with love and hopefulness. you see pretty porcelain skin that blushes a pretty pink when he gets flustered from your words of love. you see rosy lips that you love to feel against your own and that you know he loves to use to praise you, to make you feel loved.

you also see two scars, one on each side of those lips. deep down they have always made you feel a sense of sadness. a once happy little boy scarred for something he didn’t do, insecure to the point of covering his face for years, a moment forever changing his life.

but they also made you happy. they were apart of haruchiyo, the man you loved with every atom inside of you. anytime a diamond appeared throughout the day you instantly thought of him. how happy he made you, how much you missed him, when will be the next time you can hold him? kiss him?

snapping out of your trance, you once again walk up to him. slowly, allowing him time to retract from you, you wrap your arms around his middle and lay your head against his back.

he tenses even more at first before slowly but surely relaxing into your hold. you place one, two, three kisses between his shoulder blades, payment for letting you comfort him. he places a cold hand over one of your own, a silent thanks and a green flag to comfort him.

and so you do, holding him in the cramped bathroom slowly swaying the two of you and placing kisses every so often onto him and listening to the steady thrumming of his heart, one he knows solely beats because of you.

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⋆꙳✧༄ NSFW Alphabet

❖ Character: South

❖ Reader: genderneutral | AFAB

❖ WARNINGS: sub!reader, dom!Reader at D, creampie, rough sex, mentions of toys, being tied up and squirting, public sex, oral (giving and receiving)

❖ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! | Requested.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

ꕤ The concept of Aftercare wasn't really something he understood. Everyone just gets clean after

ꕤ You need to tell him what you like and he might grumble about it at first but once he tries it, he loves it and sees why this is important - pampers you and wants to be pampered too

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

ꕤ South really likes his Hands and abs, something about his hands on you make him go crazy and he's just proud of how well trained he is

ꕤ on you he really likes your chest since he's an absolute boobs guy, no matter the size

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

ꕤ He would be lying if he said he doesn't like the way his seed runs out of you but if you're uncomfortable with it he would like to release over your chest

ꕤ His cum is quite thin but he cums A LOT, doesn't taste too bad but it's still eh

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

ꕤ He sometimes fantasizes about you tying him up and having his way with him while being really mean

ꕤ Wants to be degraded, slapped and spat on while you use him like he's nothing but a toy to you

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

ꕤ He used to sleep around a lot so he has a clue what he's doing

ꕤ Of course everyone is different but he knows when you like something and bases everything on that

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

ꕤ South likes to have you riding him so he can have your tits in his face

ꕤ He also loves taking you in front of a mirror so you can watch yourself getting fucked dumb

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

ꕤ He's not a goofy guy in general but he does chuckle if something awkward happens

ꕤ Otherwise he just sees it as fun, won't make science out of it

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

ꕤ He usually shaves it off so it's stubbles most of the time, doesn't like it too hairy or completely bare - thinks it's either unhygienic or not manly enough

ꕤ His hair is just like the rest of his hair a nice medium to dark blonde

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

ꕤ He can be romantic if he hasn't seen you in a while or for special occasions. Those times he's holding you close, intertwines his hands with yours and it's all sappy love making

ꕤ Otherwise it's more of a fun way to spend some time together, a hobby of his if you will - one for just the both of you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

ꕤ He’s done it daily and sometimes more than once, but without a fail in the shower every morning

ꕤ But since he's with you, he does it a lot less, sometimes wants you to watch (and maybe take over for him)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

ꕤ SIZE KINK!!!!

ꕤ Loves to be called Daddy or Sir, it makes him feel superior

ꕤ He's also super into squirting, trying to get you to do so every time. It doesn't matter where it ends up, he just loves seeing it happen

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

ꕤ He doesn't really have a preference and would do it everywhere in and outside of your place

ꕤ Already had you bent over his piano much to the dismay of your neighbors who heard everything

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

ꕤ If you seduce him/ get dressed up all pretty just for him

ꕤ He likes it when you make him feel wanted and also when you trace his abs / compliment his muscles

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

ꕤ Surprisingly he's not too much into the hardcore stuff like choking and BDSM - only if the mood is right

ꕤ He doesn't want to share you at all but if you really want that, he would do it for you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

ꕤ South prefers receiving, something about you on your knees or just looking so utterly helpless with his cock down your throat makes him go feral

ꕤ He does give as well but you would need to ask for it and it's mostly just if you sit on his face, doesn't want to get neck pain

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

ꕤ He starts off slow and gentle until he worked you open, not wanting to hurt you unnecessary

ꕤ but once he has you creaming around his length he starts to pick up the pace and also the strength of the thrusts, leaving you sore every time

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

ꕤ He likes them especially if you give him quick head or a quick fuck in the gym when no one is around (Benkei and Waka aren't fans of this so beware, their eyes are on you)

ꕤ Otherwise he prefers to take his time, wanting to get you off as well

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

ꕤ He does take risks with you and doesn't really care if you get caught, the people can see and hear how good he makes you feel - if you don't mind that is

ꕤ He also likes to try out new things, be it toys, positions or whatnot but in the end you find each other in the usual positions you two love

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

ꕤ South has stamina for days so he can go long but only 1-2 rounds

ꕤ He doesn't like how sensitive he gets after the first time he came but if you beg for more, give him a few minutes and he's ready to go another round

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

ꕤ He owns a few pocket pussies for himself but doesn't use them anymore, preferring the real thing (maybe you can use one on him??)

ꕤ For you he has every toy he could get his hands on, prefers to torture and edge you with them and make you beg for his cock

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

ꕤ He’s the biggest tease out there, touching you everywhere but where you need it, leaving you at the edge of your release but never quite letting you come undone

ꕤ Would like it if you tease him the same way but it's a dangerous game because he's impatient so prepare to get held down and fucked senseless

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

ꕤ South is so loud it's really hot

ꕤ He moans, tells you the lewdest things and isn't afraid to let you know just how good you are or how beautiful you look

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

ꕤ Once tried wearing lingerie for you but got so embarrassed you never ended up seeing it

ꕤ His enormous tits were barely covered and it just made him feel dumb for trying

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

ꕤ BIG. At least 10 inches (25cm) and thick that you can barely wrap your hand around it

ꕤ It has a slight curve to the right, the tip is a pretty pinkish red and he's not circumcised

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

ꕤ It's quite high but he can also go a while without it if you don't feel like it or are too sore from last time

ꕤ If he needs it so bad he will just take care of it himself, wouldn't force you to do anything

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

ꕤ He gets super sleepy from the aftercare so he mostly falls asleep with you on his chest or him on top of you

Network: @tokyometronetwork

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— ଓ +.*ﾟ+ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 : kisaki tetta.

content: gn!reader. business partners & secret lovers type trope. rough sex, sweet talking, fingering, blowjobs, cum swallowing. love confessions, petnames + a lil degrading, 2 instances of the term 'slut'. + it gets a lil emotional at the end v.v

writer's note: this is for kisaki's birthday collab, by @bakumu <3

— . ｡˚ ♡ kisaki doesn't care much about birthdays — especially not his own. but you do, and you're trying to get him as into it as you are, so he can enjoy what you've got in store for him.

kisaki stands at the front of the hall, talking to a tuxedo-clad man, swirling a glass of rich, red wine in one hand.

he's got a good-natured smile placed perfectly across his face, composed and professional in his own suit, the grey and gold material pressed smoothly against his elegantly muscled figure, accentuating the blue of his eyes finely. the silver of his glasses make his gaze sharper; his hair is fixed in straight curves, shaved at the sides and tucked behind his ears.

the dim glow emanating from the fixtures placed evenly across the walls fall on him, lighting his skin up in a gentle rose gold — gorgeous.

anyone eyeing him would think he was magnificent in how in place he was, how relaxed and at ease he was, standing as the center of attention, the host and focus of tonight's event.

but you know better, obviously.

you're sitting aside, here as only a prestiged invitee to the party, since he's bent on keeping your relationship undercover — and you shoot him a sneaky glance every now and then, knowing that he can see the way you're looking so pretty in your outfit (that he paid for) as you slide closer and closer to a handsome man that's had too much to drink.

a little mean of you to act up like this infront of him on his birthday — but you had to do what you had to do.

you can't help the smirk that twitches at your lips when he finally tears his eyes away from the guy he's talking to, and starts making his way towards your general direction.

he flashes sliver after sliver of his warning gaze at you as he approaches, obviously trying to let you know that he's getting fucking annoyed at the way you're trying to provoke him, but you don't stop — the man you're sitting with laughs when you say something to him, and when you look up at kisaki while the man's laughing and throwing his arm across the back of your seat, you see him walking over.

fucking finally.

"good evening," he greets everyone that's sitting around you, ever so smooth and professional. "are you all having a good time?"

"you bet!" the man next to you slurs, grinning up at your beloved boyfriend and sliding his arm off of your chair, bringing his hand to rest on his knee. "the food's good, and there's some pretty bitches here. i'm loving it."

you bring your fist to your mouth, coughing as you look away — calling you a pretty bitch in front of kisaki?

"good to know," kisaki's tone is pleasant — and everyone else chuckles, as if it's a humorous remark — but you know he only ever sounds pleasant like that when he's fucking furious.

"excuse me," you hum, meeting eyes with him innocently, and the way his gaze sparks when it locks with yours has a thrill running up your spine. "could you direct me to the restroom, please? i'm not sure i remember where it is."

"of course," kisaki says, and when a waiter standing nearby overhears and hurries over to be at your assistance, he waves the man away, instead handing him the glass of wine he held. "i'll take you there."

as soon as you stand up, and when you're walking away from the crowds mingling amidst the party hall, he falls in step with you and shoots you a glare. "you're trying to get under my skin, huh?"

"am i?" you say it softly, keeping yourself under earshot of the waiters stationed around. "now why would I do that, baby?"

"you'd know that." he scoffs, voice equally low. it's cute, it's funny, you think — whispering together like highschool sweethearts at prom. "i definitely don't have a clue what the fuck you're up to, after all that begging me to let you give me a good time on my special day."

you reach the restroom, and after looking both ways to make sure the passage is devoid of people, you give him a wink, and push through the doors to make your way inside.

the sink stretches across the wall, along with a polished mirror in which you see your reflection — your clothes accentuate all your edges and curves, and your hair is pretty — as you turn on the tap and wet your fingers, kisaki opens the door and enters the restroom himself.

"sweetheart," you coo, knowing that he pretends to hate those sappy nicknames, when really they just fluster him. "do i look good tonight?"

"i don't know," he responds stiffly, still bent on letting you know that he's pissed off at your antics. he takes hold of your arm, pushes you away from where you're leaning towards the mirror.

the tiled wall is only a few inches away from your back, and you smile at him as you press yourself against it. "you got that jackass calling you a pretty bitch. so, i suppose."

he moves closer, lips ghosting over yours, hand sliding off your arm and cupping your waist. "are you jealous?" you murmur, watching his winter eyes closely. he blinks. "that's what you're trying to do, huh?"

his grip on your waist tightens, and he lifts his other hand up to grab your chin, thumb swiping at your bottom lip. "trying to slut it out and get on my nerves?"

"'m just trying to give you your present, baby." you whine, trying to close the gap between your lips, but he holds you back, pushing you aside by the hold he's got on your chin. "i'm bored of the party — can we go out for a ride in your car?"

you know he's going to say no, so you put a stop to his reply by reaching forward and slotting your palm against the crotch of his pants — he sucks in a breath when you feel up his cock, running your fingers up the length, hidden within his dress pants.

he glares at you when you give him a sly smile at the way his breath hitches, grabbing your hand by the wrist and shoving it away when you land a flick on his clothed tip. "shit — you little shit."

"car," you repeat. "i know you're bored too, 'saki. you hate these parties." his brows crease together, showing off his ire as he tightens his grip on your wrist. "fine. you asked for it."

he doesn't care about the waiter that jerks aside to make room for the two of you when he pulls you out the restroom and stalks down the hall, dragging you out the back door and out to where his car is parked.

the vehicle is sleek, midnight black with tinted windows — you love the thing, especially now as he unlocks the door to the backseat and gets you in, following after you and slamming the door shut harsh enough to shake the car.

"'saki," you coo as he grabs you by the back of your leg, pushing your thighs apart and getting between them — the space is admittedly small, and you press your back against the door, letting him hook your leg over his shoulder, your pretty shoe glinting in the faded light coming from the buildings in the distance.

"shut up," he hisses, fumbling to pull his cock out — he lets you help him unbuckle the belt and throw it aside, unbutton his pants, and he lets out another hiss when you slide your hand in and grab at his cock, slapping your hand away and making you whine in defiance.

"you've got audacity," he breathes, pulling aside your clothes and stuffing two of his fingers into your hole. "huh, you act up in front of me, in front of everyone — and then you get all desperate for my cock, whine for it?"

his fingers are rough, pumping in and out without easing you open first, and you're immediately breathless, pushed against the corner of the seat. "i want you, 'saki. you're always so pretty in suits, and — haah — your present!"

"what?" he snaps, pulling his fingers out and taking hold of your waist, positioning his cock at your entrance, upper body pressed onto yours, hot against you as he sinks down, sheathing himself balls deep into you in one go. "what present?"

you cry out, hand automatically going to press against his chest, trying to stop him — but he doesn't stop, snapping his hips back and forth at a pace so rough it has even him gasping for air, groaning every time you clench so needily around him, wanting so badly to swallow him all up — "fuck, fuck, tetta!"

"take it, you little slut — this is all you want, isn't it?" he grunts, not registering the way you said his name — a lock of faux blonde hair falls out of place, hanging over his eyes as he fucks into you, holding you close so tenderly despite his words. "this is all you want, looking all fucking good, saying you want to give me a fuckin' present—"

"no!" you retort, quick to shut him up, and the slap you land on his shoulder is enough to still him for a second.

you reach up to take his face in your hands, pulling him close and finally landing on his lips the kiss you've been wanting to give him since you first laid eyes on him today.

is that what you think? that i just want to fuck you? to give you birthday sex? "no, you idiot."

nobody calls kisaki tetta an idiot. nobody except you.

his cock slips out of you, and you slide a hand down to take it in your fist, giving it a squeeze and a few pumps that have his gaze stuttering as he looks at you. "i want to give you a present, and it's me!" you sit up straighter, fitting your grip at his jaw, your index finger behind his ear, feeling the wisps of hair that have gone astray. "i'm the present, you fucking idiot."

"what?" he asks again, but the incredulous tone in his voice is a little subdued now, and he tries to stifle the moan that falls past his lips when you run your digits across the slit of his cock, run them down to feel up his balls.

"yeah," you say, placing another kiss on his lips, and when he deepens it by opening his mouth and gasping into you, you feel heat flood in your chest, pool at your core — god, you love him.

and that's what you're trying to convey here. "i'm trying to tell you, tetta," you continue, willing yourself not to hesitate under his sharp stare, not to get distracted by the way precum leaks out of his cock to drip past your fingers. "that i thought it'd be a good idea to tell you on your birthday, that . . ."

you kiss him again, holding him there by the back of his neck, and his palm hits the window as he tries to retain his balance and not fall into you. "that i think i'm in love with you."

he opens his mouth, but you don't want to hear whatever he has to say just yet — you've planned this out, you've prepared a speech, and he's going to hear it — so you flick the head of his cock, giggle at the sound he lets out and start bobbing your fist up and down his length again. "you've got everything you could possibly want — there's no watch, no car, no plane tickets, no whatever that you want that you couldn't get yourself — so i'm giving you this."

he lets out a whimper when you squeeze his cock again — and you know he must be really distracted to have let it slip so freely off his tongue. "gonna cum," he mutters, leaning close and sloppily pressing his lips to yours. "hurry up."

"i love you, alright?" you say, complying and hastening the pace you've set with your hand on his cock, and he tilts his head up and groans. "fuck, you—"

"i love you," you repeat, trying to get through to him just how much you meant when you said it. "i love you, you hear me? that's my present for you — your gift is my fucking heart. all the love in my blood. it's something you couldn't have unless i gave it to you, isn't it?"

he grips the headrest of the shotgun and sucks in another heavy breath, taking his bottom lip between his teeth to try and hold himself back.

and then, and then you bend down and wrap your lips around his cock, his pretty, pretty cock that glistens with his and your slick in the scanty light — and he cums into your mouth, hips bucking forwards as you swallow all of it, staining your throat white and letting out a mmph! when his tip hits the roof of your mouth.

"shit, shit, that's enough!" his voice is nothing but a sharp whisper, but when he lands a hand on your shoulder to push you back, you let go and lift yourself back up, feeling a little cramped—

kisaki grabs your face in one hand, the other still holding onto the headrest for support, and he kisses you despite the cum that's still coated on your lips, kisses you deep and hungry and hot and messy, muttering, "you, you ... say it again."

"what—" you try to speak, but he cuts you off. "again. say it again."

"i love you," you answer, putting as much meaning into the words as you can. "i love you, tetta — i love you, and letting you know it is the present i got for you."

he doesn't say anything back, and it's too dark for you to read his expression properly — he pushes the stray lock of hair out of his eyes, only for it to fall back in his face, and he lets out an annoyed sound. "we can't go back inside like this."

you laugh, and he scowls at you — you think it's softer than his usual scowls, though — you pull him in for a hug, hold him close to you, his head resting over your heart, and he doesn't pull away. god.

"maybe we can go for a ride now. they'll handle things in there fine without you." you mumble. "hanma . . . he's called hanma, right? he'll take care of it."

"you didn't . . ." he mutters. "you didn't cum yet. let me—"

"shhh," you huff, tapping his cheek. "'s fine. later. when we get back to your place. i just want to go somewhere."

"fine." kisaki says, and he sits up, dresses himself and smooths his hair back into place as well as he can, and opens the door to get out and make his way into the drivers seat.

you can't bother getting out, so you squeeze through the gap between the seats and flop into the shotgun, receiving a reprimanding comment from him. "watch it, you'll slam the brake."

"the bridge," you hum, ignoring him. "can we go there? nobody's going to be there right now, so late at night. it'll be super pretty — and we'll be alone. i never get to have you alone anymore."

he doesn't answer, just twisting the key to turn on the ignition and turning the wheel to back the car into the street.

the two of you end up wandering across the edge of the bridge that looked over the lake that ran below, kisaki following you steadily with his hands in his pockets as you take his arm and pull him along, watching the water shimmer with the city lights reflected on it — it throws sparkles into your eyes, that kisaki sees and watches as they dance when you turn and meet his stare.

kisaki is not much of a romantic. no actually, he is — he's secretive and a little apathetic, but he buys you all you ask him for, in gold, silver, diamonds, silk, whatever — and he gives you all the kisses you want, fucks you the way you like, plays along with whatever games you start, and wishes you good mornings and good nights.

he's cute, he's sweet — but there's something off, and you're realizing that it's that he himself isn't sure of his own heart. you've confessed your love for him, and he's yet to say it back — and you're not sure if he's ever said it. to anyone, whether you or anyone else.

"tetta," you sigh, soft and sweet, as you finally choose a spot to view the cityscape from, and lean into him as he settles his elbows against the railing. "tetta. i love you."

you wonder if it's funny, that just a while ago you were teasing and taunting him, fucking him in the back of his car — and now you're both standing here, alone together in the dead of the night, watching the city glitter before you from the edge of a desolate bridge.

he doesn't say anything, but when you shiver a little, he pulls you into him, letting you fall into his warmth and letting you place a kiss on his cheek. as an afterthought, you mumble with your head on his shoulder, "you don't have to say it back. i . . . know you feel the same."

he clears his throat, and you glance up at him out of the corner of your eyes. his glasses are bright, reflective — and behind them, his eyes are blank, filled only with the reverb of the light. but you think they're pretty, that they look like they're filled with stars.

for a moment, he opens his mouth a gap and keeps it that way, like he's trying to bring the words to his tongue. you wonder again, if he's ever said it to someone. those three words, in that order.

you know him well, but on this, you're not sure. his throat bobs when he swallows, as if his voice has gone rusty, the words brittle with disuse.

then, he clears his throat again, and says, "i do."

"hm?" you mumble, though you know what he means — you just want him to say it one more time.

"i do." he delivers. "i do feel the same."

your heart flutters, even though you'd assured him of his own feelings so confidently. the wind cuts through you as you stand there in his embrace, but you don't feel cold — your face is flushed, your hands are warm as you take his fingers into them and squeeze, gentle and soft. "yeah. yeah . . . happy birthday, tetta."

he smiles, and you feel it because his face is pressed to your hair, just a little — fuck, you love him. you tilt your face around, and this time, the kiss he gives you is a bit more fervent, brimming a bit with something tender.

his voice barely reaches you when he answers you, because it's so quiet, an exhale almost meant to dissipate into the late night breeze.

"thank you."

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anything for him. anything anything anything

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Heeey niya how are you

You said you take requests so I had one but if you’re not comfortable with writing it it’s completely fine

Can you write about y/n and ran getting into a very bad argument and when ran moves a little y/n kinda flinches because her ex used to hit her and she thought ran was gonna do it as well and then ran feels very guilty and starts comforting her?

The front door slams open when you storm inside, the front door hitting the wall, throwing your bag onto the couch as you flop onto it, digging an agitated hand through your hair. “ Why are you so insufferable ?”

The sound of Ran’s chuckle does nothing but grind your gears, your jaw clenching tight when he closes the door behind him, walking towards you with his hands tucked patiently into his pocket. “You still won’t tell me what I did wrong...?”

“I didn’t think I had to. Or what, did your ‘flirty’ persona take over again?”

He chuckles again, and you shift away from him, brows furrowed, shoulders tensing, when he moves to sit next to you on the couch. 

Ran sighs, thoroughly gutted, stretching an arm out over the back of the couch to accommodate you, get you to calm down a little but you push him away. “You’re still mad at me?”

“Yes!” You flap your arms in the air. “I’m still fucking mad at you! I’m tired of you walking away with no accountability!” For the first time tonight, you turn to face him, turn to acknowledge his presence, and dig your finger into his chest, watching his eyes drop down to your finger trying to shovel your way into his heart. “I’m sick of you getting away with everything.”

“When are we gonna discuss your jealousy issues?” 

Your hand stops its digging, mouth falling open, blinking rapidly trying to process what you’ve just heard. 

“ My ?” You choke out the audacity, moving your hand from his chest. “I’m sorry— jealous ?”

“Yeah. Jealous.” 

You’re unsure what’s worse right now; his constant deflecting the issue at hand, or how nonchalant he is about the issue, spouting pure bullshit from his lips instead of owning up to his accountability.  

“I get in your last relationship, your boyfriend cheated on you. I get it; and that must be hard to work through.” Ran reaches out for your hand, and you’re in too much shock to push him off. “But projecting your insecurity, fear, and anger onto me? I don’t sleep with every girl I lay my eyes on.” 

When you stand up from the couch, irritated, he follows you, tugging uselessly at your arm to get you to face him. “You got anything else to accuse me of?”

“No.” 

“You sure?” 

He takes another step forward and spins you around quickly, breath catching in your throat when you take in the strong, ambrosial scent of his clothes, broad shoulders caging you in. Ran reaches out to cup your cheek and you push him away too quickly, like an instinct, an chasing impulse to swat his hand before he could make contact.

It was too fast to be driven out of irritation, the stuttering pattern in your breathing confirms his suspicions that it was a reflex. “What the fuck?”

“Just—” Your voice is shaky, fragile and unsteady, shifting away from him to create as much distance between you both as possible. “Just gimme a second.”

The walk over to the couch is silent, and he watches you with a furrowed brow, a hollow feeling in his chest when you sit on the couch, knees raised up to your chest, huddled, tracing the pattern of the rug with your eyes.

“You’re gonna tell me what that was just now?”

You shake your head quickly, sighing all the same. “It was nothing. Just go to bed.” 

He ignores your waving gesture to the direction of your shared bedroom, shifting to sit next to you, taking your limp form and pushing you down onto his lap. At first, you try to fight it, not wanting the comfort, the attention, the talk. But the tears were falling before you had the chance to control them, sliding down the couch to rest the side of your face on his lap. The ragged fabric of his jeans rub against your cheek, hiccuping your silent cries out as he’s running a delicate hand down the length of your body; a non sexual touch, but a light, soothing touch that tranquilizes your thoughts.

“I’m not gonna ask why you just flinched when I tried to touch you. But I have a feelin’ it has somethin’ to do with him.”

It goes unsaid by you both who him is, and you curl into yourself at the mention of your ex. 

“You know I’ll never do anything to you, right?” He jostles his thigh to grab your attention. “ Ever . I’ll never cheat on you, never hurt you, physically or mentally.”

You murmur, “I know.”

“Look at me.”

You decline the offer, wiping the tears with your wrist. “I look ugly right now.”

“When don’t you, babe.”

“Shut up.” You hit him playfully, gasping when he flips you over easily, so you’re facing towards him. He grabs at your hands before you could cover your face. 

“Lemme see your face.”

“No.”

“Stop fightin’ it. C’mon.” The sounds of your playful laughter is music to his ears, a deep belly laugh coming straight from the heart as you struggle to hold his hands off. You’ve stopped crying, and he continues distracting you with the action, tickling you till you can’t take it anymore, flipping the switch and pinning him down to the couch. “I guess that means you forgive me?”

You bite at your lip, smiling around it. Punching playfully at his stomach, before smoothening out the wrinkles on his shirt with your palm. “Yes, idiot. I forgive you.”

Ran’s hand slides down to the back of your head, bringing you down for a kiss; a passionate, delicate slide of your lips together. Your cheeks burn hot when he shifts upwards, sliding down on his lap, legs wrapping around his waist.

You pull away, pausing when your lips are just barely touching, breathing in each other’s air. “I love you, Ran.”

There’s something about the way he’s looking up at you, the steady eye contact you struggle to keep yourself together, the soft, proud expression in his eyes as dart all over your face, soaking in the sight of vulnerable you, his heart strings tugging at the realisation of you allowing him to see you like this.

“I love you too.”

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tokyo revengers ⇢ “I CAN HOLD THE WORLD IN MY HANDS”

how the tokrev boys react to you saying you can hold the world in your hands then gently cupping their face [part one]

ft. keisuke baji, takashi mitsuya, ran haitani & shuji hanma

“look at me holding the world in my hands,” you tell BAJI as you gently cup his face. he’s not one to easily turn down some pda; plus, it’s near closing time when you visit the pet shop he co-owns so you don’t think too much of it until he starts grumbling, “babe, not in front of the guys…” you glance over his shoulder—chifuyu is at the counter, auditing today’s revenue while kazutora is checking store inventory—before turning back to your boyfriend. “you don’t like it when i do this?” as baji lowers his head, his hair falls over his face, concealing the blush in his cheeks. “i do but they’ll tease me forever.” you release a snort, holding in a hearty laugh. you know this isn’t baji trying to look manly but it can’t be helped that his friends relentlessly poke fun at him when they feel like it. “sorry,” you tell him in a carefree voice before letting go of his face to pat him lightly on the chest. “alright, tough guy. get to work.” he chuckles at the nickname, giving you a peck on the cheek. “wait for me right here.”

“i used to do this with my sisters all the time. you can’t beat me,” MITSUYA boasts as you’re at the third round of your staring contest, your boyfriend winning the first two. “cheater,” you mumble which makes him laugh. “how am i cheating?” “you’ve had practice.” he remains unfazed while your eyes begin to sting. in a desperate attempt to distract him, you take his face in your hands and you notice his breath slightly stutter at the unexpected gesture. “what are you doing?” “holding the world in my hands,” you coo but to your dismay, he still doesn’t blink. “now, that’s cheating.” in spite of the subtle shade of pink blushing his cheeks, there’s a self-satisfied grin on his lips at the ineffectiveness of your little stunt. “why won’t you blink?” you grunt. “i told you…” mitsuya trails off, maintaining eye contact as he turns his head to mutter against your palm, “i’m good at this.” he punctuates it with a lingering kiss on your hand, prompting you to blink involuntarily. “i win again.”

RAN has been coming home late due to his meetings so as promised, he takes you to a lookout spot that has a lovely view of the city, away from his gang life and alone with you. “it’s nice up here, isn’t it?” he tells you and you hum in agreement, basking in his warmth as he hugs you from behind. keeping one arm around you, he raises the other to point at a hill from a distance, directing your line of sight towards somewhere higher than your vantage point. “you see that? i’m gonna buy you a big house on that hill and give you the best view of the whole city. gonna make you feel like you’re on top of the world.” “what if you don’t?” you dare jokingly but you realize he’s serious when he pulls you flush against him to whisper in your ear: “i will. i’ll give you the world, baby. just you wait.” finally, you spin in his embrace to look at him, reaching up to cradle his face in your hands. “i already have it right here.” despite the twinkle of affection in his eyes, a smirk forms on his lips as he presses it against yours. “no need to flatter me. i’ll still give you what you want.”

you’re sat on HANMA’s lap with your back against his chest as he encircles his arms around you to compare hand sizes. “your hands are tiny,” he teases, laughing when you elbow him playfully. “you just have really big hands.” “yeah. to keep your baby hands warm,” he snickers. “okay but can you do this?” you shift on his thighs to face him, your palms finding purchase on his cheeks. “i can hold the world in my hands.” the sudden tenderness in your tone catches him off guard but it doesn’t stop the smirk from creeping onto his features. “easy. i can hold it in one.” he gently grips your face, tightening his hold just enough to squish your cheeks and give you a smack on your puckered up lips. when he pulls away, his mouth is stretched into a shit-eating grin but the gleam in his eyes is nothing short of loving. “what else you got?”

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I fell like this would be something quick for the anon that asked what TR men would be like if you where on you’re period.

Hanma is the type to get cheeky with you, and would often try to mess with you, when ever you are on your period. He finds you’re angry towards him amusing. One day you got fed up with him and decided to throw, you’re hair brush at him. Let’s say he doges it and it ended up hitting kisaki in the face

Souya poor boy is nervous reck so he tries to look up ways on how help you out during you’re time. “Hey I bought you some hot tea, and dark chocolate. I heard that these will help reduce pain” he says before handing you the two items

Baji is totally clueless when it comes to, this matter. You asked him to bring you pads with wings. Dude come back with regular pads and frozen chicken wings. Hey at least he tried and bought you two convent things.

Koko let’s say got you covered with everything! Do you need more pads, he got you. Do you need a heating pad, he got you. You’re craving chocolate, he got you again he will make sure to get your favorite chocolate whether it’s cheap or expensive. Knowing him he would get you the expensive kind.

Benkei will make sure you’re well rested and relaxed. When ever you are on your period it’s best, that you don’t work out or take it easy, because this is the time when your body is the most vulnerable. So knowing Benkei he will make sure that everything is smooth and easy for you.

Ahdjwzwu WHY ARE YOU SO SWEET HELLO????

@ the anon! (Unsure if I can tag you or if you wanna stay anon) LOOK WHAT THIS CUTIE MADE

These are just so spot on I have nothing to add but praising you to infinity and beyond 😩🖤

Also giggling at Benkei because yes that big guy will treat you like fine china during that time. Don't even need to lift a single finger - he got you.

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11:27 pm | 18+ / MDNI

(explicit smut, just a drabble of wakasa being a fkn sex god)

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imagine pretty boy wakasa being slotted between your thighs, your legs sitting atop his broad tattooed shoulders, pushing his big pretty cock as deep inside your aching pussy as deep as he can get it, his dual toned locks curtained above your face, and his thumb working perfect circles on your slick puffy clit.

“waka— s’too much, ahh!” you felt the tears beginning to fall from your lash line, the overwhelming stimulation of his cock and his fingers were edging you to your inevitable orgasm, that would no doubt be just as earth shattering as they always were with him.

waka grazes his other thumb over your cheek to wipe away one of your tears. he leans forward, bringing your legs with him, and ghosts his perfect lips over yours. his voice, ethereal and smooth as glass, graces your ears. “why’re you cryin’, pretty baby?”

now nearly folded in half, the pleasure intensifies tenfold. waka angles his hips just right to find the perfect spot within your gummy walls, and he knows when he has judging by the way you gasp out his name, your cunt clenching around him, and your eyes flutter shut. “‘m so close— waka please!”

he brings his hand to cup your chin, lazy lilac irises boring down on you and a grin adorning his lips. “eyes on me, beautiful— wanna see your face when you cum on my cock”

his intense stare was enough to make your walls pulse around him. his beautiful features alone were sending palpitations through your chest and delicious fiery currents through your core. you were putty in his hands, completely dumb on his dick as he pounded into you with angelic precision.

“f-fuck— waka— ‘m c-cumming!” you cry out as your orgasm completely washes over you as you grip the sheets, trying like hell to maintain the eye contact he demanded. and wakasa is just so turned on by you cumming and your fucked out face that it triggers his own release. pretty whines and moans left his lips, hard stuttered thrusts into your cunt and hands grasping your hips to keep him steady.

now completely enveloped in your high and full of his cum, wakasa rests atop your body, tendrils of his hued hair clinging to his face, both of you now glistening with sweat and lungs swelling for air. he places a gentle kiss on your forehead and thumbs away any lingering tears. “so good for me, aren’t you baby?”

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© sin-and-punishment 2023 please do not steal, fic stealing is bad >:(

header art by ken wakui~

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PRETTY THINGS

RAN HAITANI x f! reader

“if someone were to warn me that this was gonna happen, that you would walk into my life and ruin it, i would still let you.”

cw: cheater! ran, toxic relationship, slight angst, smut, nsfw (mdni), edging, unprotected sex, oral, cheating, degradation, pet names (baby, princess), swearing

word count: 3.2k

a/n: i wrote this in 10hrs and enjoyed it, hope you guys enjoy as much while reading it! © divider: honeypuppixels

He promised. Ran Haitani promised to you that he’d never do it again. Of course you knew it was all a lie, just a pretty little lie that had you believing he was actually going to change for the better.

What a foolish thought.

There he sat in front of you, his collarbones peppered with red and purple bruises, not from fighting. Ran didn’t even bother hiding it from you, the least he could’ve done was to button his white polo all the way up and seal those marks that didn’t belong to you—love bites that never came from you—at least that way it would be out of sight and out of mind. Like it always was.

Your eyes were boring holes onto his lower neck, thinking that staring at them hard enough would make them completely disappear from your thoughts and your sight. But it didn’t. It was still there, freshly painted due to its vibrant colour.

“Was she as good as you thought?” your eyes travelled up to meet his amethyst ones. It held everything but regret. The short-haired man across from you furrowed his brows and he looked at you like you were some kind of freak, like you had just told him the most outrageous fact to ever exist.

Ah, here comes the gaslighting, you thought.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?… Are you going to eat that?” He dropped the topic faster than the speed of light and pointed his fork at the tasty dessert sitting on a plate, untouched. Mont blanc, his favourite.

You closed your eyes, letting out a deep sigh before shaking your head and pushing the small plate towards your boyfriend. “Ran, please. Can we just talk this out? I know you’ve been cheating on me.” Again, you wanted to add but figured it wouldn’t even make a difference.

You already knew what was going to come out of his mouth next, you always did. It was like some kind of routine at this point and you were getting tired. Tired of it all.

“I’m sorry I won’t do it again. You know you’re the only one I love, right?” he replied like he’d been practising the line since this morning. Ran didn’t even bother looking at you, he was too focused on the delicious treat in front of him, eagerly digging into it and savouring every bite.

The first time he said those words to you, you believed it. The second time he did, you swore you were going to leave if he did it again. But you didn’t leave by the third time. Now, you’ve lost count but you couldn’t blame this all on Ran. You had the liberty to leave him and walk out of his life to never return again.

But you didn’t.

You didn’t know if it was because of the failed relationships you’ve had in the past or simply the luxuries of life that Ran was able to provide you. And he provided splendidly. Ran was a man of his words, you tell him you want something? You’ll get it the next day. A big box that sat on your shared bed, topped with a red ribbon.

You always got what you wanted with him. Apparently, this didn’t apply when asking for his faithfulness and for the sake of your relationship.

The first few months were completely different with Ran, he treated you like you were the only thing that mattered to him, he looked at you like you were this precious jewel that he somehow managed to get his hands on.

He didn’t only shower you with gifts but with love as well but things changed as your relationship progressed and you didn’t know what happened to him.

Maybe it was also because Ran knew that you would never leave him. He was too good to be broken up with and you hated it because it was true. No other relationships in the past could provide you with luxuries this well, and they also weren't any different from Ran, you caught your past boyfriends with other women too.

So you thought, if I’m going to be with a cheater then why not a rich one?

At the very least, Ran provided endlessly unlike the other men you had in the past. Plus, the pleasure he gave you was… unforgettable. It was different. It felt like there was actually some kind of love laced with it despite him barely showing you any.

You knew you deserved better than to be treated like someone with no feelings but the hold Ran had on you was tight.

“Do you want Saint Laurent? We can drop by after this.”

You hated yourself for being so easy, you hated how easily he can buy back your love with pretty things and just the simple swipe of his card. It felt dirty and disrespectful to yourself but deep down you liked his materialistic approach. You always had a keen eye for the luxuries and something in you just couldn’t resist them.

Sighing, you looked away and tightly nodded. Ran smirked to himself, once again he was reassured that you weren’t going anywhere any time soon.

“I forgot to tell you, Rindou is hosting at our club tonight, did you want to go? He’d been working on some new mixes so I think he’d appreciate us being there.” he looked at you, waiting for you to meet his gaze but you never did as you nodded again.

—

A sea of bodies moved to the beat of the music blasting from the speakers, strobe lights occasionally illuminating their dancing bodies. The club was packed, as you expected, after all, it was Rindou who was DJing tonight’s club that he and Ran owned. He was good at what he did, that's why people kept coming back for more.

You and Ran sat in one of the VIP booths which had a nice view of Rindou manning the controller up on the stage, he clearly enjoyed what he did and looked so passionate up there. A small smile formed on your lips, you felt proud of him, it felt like watching a little brother grow up.

“I’ll go get us drinks.” Ran leaned close to your ear, speaking louder due to the blasting music. You nodded at your boyfriend, you didn’t need to tell him what you wanted, he already knew.

Your eyes trailed Ran’s tall figure as he strategically made his way through the crowd, some of them greeting him. Clubs weren’t really your thing but your boyfriend was very fond of the nightlife, to the point where he and his younger brother built a club. It was truly amazing.

Your fingers tapped against your lap to the beat of the music as you waited for Ran to come back with your drinks. You were about to pull your phone out from your new Saint Laurent purse to distract yourself from waiting until someone sat next to you, their arm resting on the backrest behind you and legs crossing.

You knew it wasn’t Ran.

“We’ve met before.” It wasn’t a question, it was a fact.

You turned your head to the man sitting dangerously close to you, his slightly long white hair painted in different colours as the lights inside the club bounced around, changing hues, he wore his signature hanafuda earrings which danced with every movement. His lilac eyes held your uninterested gaze, the glint in them showing slight amusement.

“Izana.” you acknowledged the man before turning to the dancing crowd, trying to spot your amethyst haired boyfriend. Where the fuck was he? You thought. Izana was Ran and Rindou’s friend, you figured he was also here to support the younger Haitani.

He tilted his head to the side, earrings swaying with the movement, “Where’s Ran? Did he abandon you?” his voice was laced with amusement and it took all your willpower not to physically roll your eyes at him. “He’s just getting us drinks…” you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. You didn’t miss the way Izana glanced down at your chest before meeting your gaze again.

Izana rested his chin on the hand that lay on the backrest, giving you a saccharine smile, “Hmm, then why do I see his arm around a pretty stranger? That doesn’t look like ‘getting drinks’ to me.” he teased, placing his hands in the air for make-shift quotation marks.

He almost laughed at the way your brows shot up and your head snapping back to the crowd to look for your boyfriend. You saw his familiar tall figure and signature streaked purple hair, he was indeed with another woman and was getting too comfortable for your liking. You didn’t like how his hand snaked down her back, resting just above her ass.

The fucking audacity.

You were about to get up from the leather seat, anger and disappointment bubbling up but Izana swiftly grabbed your wrist, “Why don’t you come play with me instead?” you looked back at Ran, who was still conversing with the woman and back at Izana, giving you an expectant gaze.

Sighing, you slowly sat back down, earning a sly smirk from the man next to you. Two can play at this game, you thought. If Ran wasn’t going to learn to drop his bad habits then you would just have to give him the taste of his own medicine.

“Good girl.” Izana purred, the grip on your wrist slid down to your exposed leg and encased your inner thigh, his pinky dangerously close to the apex of your legs. You sucked in a breath at his brazenness, your breaths becoming shallow as he started massaging your inner thigh, “You know… I’ve always been fond of you since your boyfriend introduced us to each other. Sucks that he got to you first.”

Izana’s hand started running up and down your inner thighs, each time getting closer and closer to your panties, “Always wondered how sweet you taste. Ran, that lucky bastard.” he chuckled against your ear, hot breath fanning down the side of your neck, earning a small whine from you.

Before Izana could escalate the situation further, he was stopped by a sudden loud voice, “What the fuck are you doing to my girlfriend?!” Ran angrily set the drinks down on the table in front of you and pulled his friend by the collar. You tried to get Ran to let go of the shorter man but your pleas fell deaf to his ears.

Izana met Ran’s cold stare, challenging it with a smirk on his lips before putting his palms up in defeat. Your boyfriend forcefully shoved Izana away and watched him leave before turning to you, “I leave you for how many minutes and you’re already slutting yourself out for my friends.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, standing up to challenge him but Ran towered over your figure, looking down at you, “And? You were practically eye fucking that woman down there! You told me you wouldn’t do it anymore, Ran.” you pointed at the general direction of where your boyfriend previously was, not backing down despite his looming figure.

“I’m so fucking tired of this! Don’t be surprised if I leave you for Izana.” you rolled your eyes, trying to get past him but your attempt was halted as he grabbed your wrist.

Ran let out an unamused laugh, “You think that’s a threat to me? Baby, I know you’d never leave me. I think we both know that. Izana cannot and never will give you as much as I do.” he stepped closer to you, removing strands of stray hair from your face.

“I’m taking you home. Clearly you’ve forgotten who you belong to.”

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Ran was merciless.

He put you in several different positions that had your eyes rolling back and lungs screaming out for him but never did he let you cum once. How cruel. The two of you didn’t even reach your shared bedroom before you started sucking each other’s face since Ran was restless on the drive home.

There was an evident tent in his pants as he manoeuvred the car which made him shift uncomfortably against the smooth leather seat. One hand gripped the steering wheel while the other was stuffed into your cunt, his slender fingers already pleasuring you. His middle and ring finger relentlessly thrusting in and out while occasionally rubbing your clit with his palm.

Of course he never let you cum then.

“Ah—fuck! Please, Ran!” your nails scraped against the marbled countertop of your kitchen as you braced yourself with your arms, head bowing forward in pleasure as your boyfriend slipped his long cock inside your cunt once again. Tears were rolling down your cheeks—some already dried—as your body was engulfed in pleasure, again.

He was so mean. Ran fucked you until you were almost cumming before pulling out and changing your position, leaving you clenching around nothing but pure disappointment.

“Hm? Please w-what, baby?” he let out a raspy chuckle against your ear, bare chest pressing against your back. Ran sped up his thrusts which caused your shaky arms give out against the cold marble surface, you were now chest flat against the countertop, arms splayed on either side of you, he used your bent torso as a leverage by circling one hand on your nape and thrusting even deeper.

You swore you could feel him in your throat.

Your moans became higher and louder as Ran pressed his chest to your back again, while reaching for a leg, and propping it on the countertop allowing him to reach even deeper, which you didn’t even know was possible until tonight. He supported your leg with one hand while the other snaked up to your hand, lacing his fingers with yours, his palm making contact with the back of your hand.

You bit your lip, whining at how deep he was inside you, your forehead making contact with the cold marbled surface, you slightly felt the friction on your forehead as you bounced forward due to Ran’s unrelentless pounding but you couldn’t care less, he was giving it to you so good and you were taking it so well.

Skin slapping and squelching sounds filled the whole house along with erotic sounds that Ran pulled from you, the tension hung thick in the air as you were nearing your high.

“Please let me—mhm! Let me cum, please baby.”

Ran breathily laughed at your desperation to cum around his cock but he wasn’t done with you. He was going to break the stubborn walls of your attitude until you knew who you belonged to.

“I’ll think about it. Fuck!” he gasped, burying his face into your hair, occasionally sucking and licking at your nape.

You clenched around his length, vision slowly turning white and head spinning from pleasure, you were about to cum. Ran knew you were close with the way your breaths came out very shallow and with a slight moan at the end, he also didn’t miss the way your cunt gripped his cock like a vice which had him clenching his teeth, eyes slightly rolling back.

With that, Ran pulled out once again, earning a desperate cry from you.

“Who do you belong to? Me or Izana?” he stayed pressed against your back, while he panted the question into your ear, his hot breath making you shiver and giving you goosebumps.

You were too fucked out to even reply. Your mind housed only one thing, to cum. So when he asked you the question, you couldn’t properly get a response out no matter how much you tried. You stayed panting against the countertop, condensation forming from your repeated shallow breaths.

“I asked a question, slut.” he forcefully shoved two fingers into your cunt which earned a whine from you. “Y-you! Only you, Ran.” you sobbed, you just wanted to chase your own high.

Ran positioned his dick to your entrance and entered in one thrust, causing you to curse out loud, “That’s right you belong to me and only me. You wanna know why? Cause I’m the only one who can dick you down this good.” He started thrusting, immediately returning to the previous pace he’d set before, balls harshly slapping against you.

“I know you’d never fucking leave me because you’ll always come back for this expensive dick. Such a whore for my dick and all the things I buy you, huh?” he laughed. You couldn’t even reply to any of his mockery at this point, all you wanted to do was cum so you just nodded at everything he said, giving him occasional ‘yesses’.

Ran’s hips didn’t falter once which immediately brought you close again, a fresh set of tears rolling down your wet cheeks, “Ran, baby, I’m cumming. Please let me cum.” you whispered, voice hoarse and throat sore from all the screams he forcefully pulled from you earlier.

“Fuck! Cum for me princess. Cum for this dick that you love so much.” he groaned against your neck, he was also nearing his climax. The way your walls clenched down on his dick had him rolling his eyes to the back of his head.

You came with a loud moan, hands balling into fists against the marbled surface and toes curling, pleasure engulfing your whole body. A familiar intense sensation shot up your spine which caused your legs to shake and back to arch against Ran’s torso.

Ran bit the skin on your shoulder, cock buried deep inside as his hips stilled right against your ass, he clenched his hands around your hand and the leg that he was holding up, knees almost buckling from the intense pleasure he felt as hot thick ropes of cum shot inside you, making you shiver.

He rode out your orgasm by quickly pulling out and getting on his knees to attach his mouth to your exposed cunt, earning a surprised yelp from you. Ran lapped up all your juices before sucking at your clit, his tongue rubbing tight circles on it which had you practically pushing him away due to overstimulation.

Your boyfriend got up from his knees, legs slightly shaking as he pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms around your front and burying his face in your hair, “I love you.” he whispered.

He didn’t mean that.

You knew he didn’t mean those three words. But you closed your eyes and convinced yourself that he did, even if it was just this moment because you still love him despite what he’s openly done.

And it was foolish. You knew that but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him.

Maybe someday you’ll be free from your clouded senses and finally leave Ran but as of now, you remain indifferent.

You were young and blinded by the pretty things he had to offer, things you’ve never seen before and if you were to meet him again for the first time, you’d welcome him with open arms and let him ruin your life.

After all, there wasn’t quite anyone like him.

© mitsuyeaah