#♡⃕ tokyo revengers

[s4no]

TOKREV: BDSM CLUB, PT. I

+ feat: manjiro sano, ken ryuuguji, takashi mitsuya, chifuyu matsuno, kazutora hanemiya, keisuke baji, tetta kisaki & hanma shuji

+ cw: fem!reader, each character will have their own cws, MDNI !!

+ summary: what they get up to at a bdsm club.

+ a/n: repost from my old account! all characters are aged 21+ @enchantedforest-network @bitchcraftinc

ಇ  𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗝𝗜𝗥𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗢. + cw: unprotected sex, mentions of plan b manjiro sano walks into the club like he owns the place— and he could if he wanted to, a thick stack of crisp hundred dollar bills tucked away inside the pocket of his jeans. he doesn't even glance at the girls until he's had a drink or two, but once he loosens up a little, he's there to have some fun. he usually searches for one of two types of women. on one hand, he enjoys the sweet, shy kind. the kind that unevitably fall apart on his cock, tears brimming in their eyes as the babble incoherently. but sometimes, he finds the biggest brat on shift and spends the rest of the night taming her into submission. while condoms are highly recommended, they're not required, and as long as manjiro has been coming to the club, you've never seen him use one. you usually lose count how many times he cums inside you, your stomach bloated and filled with his seed. each time he finishes, he just ends up fucking it back inside you. after all, he's giving you more than enough to pay for plan b.

ಇ  𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗥𝗬𝗨𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗝𝗜. + cw: implied size difference draken always recieves a warm welcome when he comes to the club. the girls swarm to his side to bat their lashes and ask him where he's been, why he didn't come around to see them earlier. and he always assures them that there's certainly enough attention to go around. he doesn't even get halfway through a drink before there's a woman seated in his lap, another sucking bruises into his neck. once he's had a taste of all his options, he typically chooses one girl for the night— which happens to be you tonight. he takes you to a private room and doesn't waste any time putting a condom on and bullying his thick cock inside of you. he thinks it's endearing the way your legs start to tremble halfway down his length, how you whine that it's just too much. with a smirk on his face, he assures you he'll make it fit and thumbs your clit until you loosen up enough for him to sink in all the way.

ಇ  𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜 𝗠𝗜𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗬𝗔. + cw: cock warming, spreader bar (r), impact play (r) mitsuya is friends with everyone at the club. from the bartenders to the dungeon master to the security, he chats them all up before indulging himself. when he finally sits down, he beckons you over and tells you he'd like his cock warmed while he enjoys his drink. he makes you do all the work of unbuckling his belt and stroking him until he's hard, straddling his torso and lowering yourself onto his length. once you're situated, he sips his drink and lazily plays with your clit, tsking when you start to squirm. it seems like eternity before he finishes his drink, and he revels in the way your pussy pulses around him with need. lifting you off him, he leads you over to one of the walls, choosing his weapon of demise: a spreader bar. he secures it between your knees and commands you to keep your hands planted on the wall while delivering brutal slaps to your soaked cunt, chuckling lowly when your body jolts from the impact.

ಇ  𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗙𝗨𝗬𝗨 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢. + cw: voyeurism, oral (g), exhibitionism baji practically has to carry chifuyu into the club. it doesn't matter how many times they go, his nerves always get the best of him. he's a complete mess, blushing and staring at the floor. at least, until he gets a little liquor in his system. once he's more relaxed, he finally lets his eyes wander around, watching various pairs play with each other. he doesn't even realize he's been staring until he looks down at his lap and notices the large bulge in his pants. he looks so cute, sitting there all flustered like he doesn't know what to do with himself. that's when you approach him, leaning down and placing your hand over his erection, whispering how you can take care of his little problem. it's all chifuyu can do to keep from falling out of his chair as you pull his dick out and take it into your mouth, head bobbing as your hand pumps the base. his eyes squeeze shut as pleasure trills up his spine, and when he opens them, he finds himself being watched by multiple people. it has him cumming much sooner than he anticipated.

ಇ  𝗞𝗔𝗭𝗨𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗬𝗔. + cw: marking (r), nipple clamps (r), handjob (g) kazutora is a wild card depending on how much alcohol he consumes. at the beginning of the night, he's calm and collected, composed as he picks you out from the girls walking around the room. leading you to one of the velvet couches, he takes his time marking you up, placing clamps on your peaked nipples and covering your chest in lovebites in the shape of a 'K'. however, the more he drinks, the more his composure starts to slip away. all of his teasing begins to backfire and soon he's whining as you grind down against his cock. he buries his head in the crook of your neck, and you find it adorable how desperate he is, how his hips needily buck up against you. you're quick to pull his dick out, smearing the precum over the tip until he's begging for release. his head lolls back as you jerk him off, and the sounds that escape him are downright pornographic. pathetic whimpers and deep groans fill the space between you, and his entire body shudders as he shoots his load, cumming all over your hand.

ಇ  𝗞𝗘𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗝𝗜. + cw: collaring & leashing (r), butt plug (r), pet play during the first hour, baji usually hangs out with chifuyu, sipping his drink and pointing out girls he finds attractive. they watch a couple of stripteases and pole dances, tucking dollar bills under bra straps and into the waistbands of lacy panties. hell, baji may even get a lap dance. but the true fun doesn't begin until baji beckons you over and secures a collar around your neck. he undresses you slowly, until the collar is the only thing you're wearing, and then he runs his hands over your curves, groping and squeezing your soft flesh between his fingers before pushing them into your mouth. once they're nice and slick, he draws them out only to start prodding at your ass, easing his middle finger inside your puckered hole. from there, he stretches you open enough to fit a butt plug, one that vibrates with a bunny tail attached. you're his pet to ruin for the night, and after he's done playing with you, he proceeds to connect a leash to your collar and lead you around the club, letting everyone get a good look at his cum leaking out of you.

ಇ  𝗧𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗜. + cw: gloryhole, spitting (r), slapping (r), choking (r), fingering kisaki has a routine when he goes to the club. every single night, he walks around and scopes out the available girls in search of the perfect one. admittedly, he's not entirely sure what exactly he's looking for. but he needs her to be perfect. each time he doesn't find her, he takes his frustration out on whomever is working the gloryhole. he fucks the mouth of a nameless, faceless girl, tossing the money onto the floor when he's done. but eventually kisaki finds her— you. from then on, he only goes to you, abadoning the gloryhole and ignoring every other woman that approaches him. sometimes he comes in while you tend to other clients, and it always unnerves you because he sits down and watches you. waits for you to finish, stewing in anger. the moment your client leaves and he gets his hands on you, you learn the extent of his jealousy. he's ruthless, delivering harsh smacks across your cheeks and spitting into your mouth. with three fingers stuffed inside your cunt and his other hand wrapped around your throat, he taunts you about your previous client and makes you beg for forgiveness.

ಇ  𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗝𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗠𝗔. + cw: handcuffs (r), oral (g), face-fucking, deep throating as soon as hanma steps foot into the club, he wants to get his dick wet. he grabs himself a drink and a girl, restraining her hands behind her back in a pair of cuffs. he forces you to kneel before him, sucking him off while he converses with the other men, acting much too casually for someone getting head. other than a couple of commands, he doesn't offer any help, giving you free reign until he's close. when he satisified with your efforts, he rises to his feet and tangles a hand in your hair, holding your head in place while he fucks your face. with each thrust of his hips, the tip of his dick slams against the back of your throat, and you can't help but gag around him. but if you try to draw away, he retaliates— holding your head down so your nose is pressed against his pelvis. he's amused by the way you start to thrash, spit dribbling down your chin and making a mess on your chest. only when you completely submit to him does he graciously cum down your throat.

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[s4no]

TOKREV: STONER HCS

+ feat: ken ryuuguji, keisuke baji, mitsuya takashi, hanma shuji, seishu inui, sanzu haruchiyo, wakasa imaushi & shinichiro sano

+ cw: fem!reader, drugs (weed + cigarettes), nsfw themes (ptv, cockwarming)

+ summary: ever wonder what they're like when they get high?

+ a/n: i am smoking a blunt while writing this so ignore the typos

ಇ  𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗥𝗬𝗨𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗝𝗜. after a long day of grueling work, draken likes to relax by smoking a blunt. he'll roll it after he's locked up his shop and walk into your apartment with it behind his ear, his forehead and fingers smudged with motor oil. it's become part of your routine to walk up to him as he places it between his lips and light it for him, watching him take a hit and blow the smoke out to the side. you two pass it back and forth while he cleans up in the bathroom, and then relocate to the living room once he's done, lounging on the couch while discussing your day. the more he smokes, the closer he gets, subconsciously closing the distance and gravitating toward you. he gets touchy when he's high, and you hum as calloused hands absentmindedly wander over the curves and valleys of your body, tracing abstract shapes into your skin. and when you run out of things to talk about, you sit two there in a comfortable silence, merely enjoying each other's presence.

ಇ  𝗞𝗘𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗝𝗜. the first thing baji likes to do when he wakes up is smoke, especially if it's the weekend. you'll wake up to him packing the bong, bathed in golden light pouring in through the window. "mornin', kitten." he grins down at you, sharp canines poking past his bottom lip, "wake and bake?" the rips he takes from the bong are impressive, and when you try to copy him, you inevitably end up coughing and sputtering. he always snickers and takes the bong from of your hands, rubbing his palm over the center of your chest. "breathe, baby, breathe." by the time you manage to catch your breath, he's finished packing another bowl— one that he single-handedly smokes before finally getting out of bed. without fail, his stomach rumbles and he shoots you a sheepish look, "you want breakfast? i'll make pancakes." throwing the covers off you, you run after him to the kitchen, knowing he'll most likely start a fire if you aren't there to help.

ಇ  𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜 𝗠𝗜𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗬𝗔. mitsuya mainly smokes in social settings. whenever someone offers him a joint at a party, he always accepts it with a gracious smile. surprisingly, a little weed makes him even more charismatic than usual, and he's able to entertain the whole room without even trying. but he walks a fine line because once he's true and properly stoned, he becomes more introverted and ends up clinging to you like a lost puppy. you'll be dancing in the middle of the floor and he'll walk up to you and just throw his arms around you. "you high, babe?" you giggle, leading him toward the couch. "mhm, feel really good." he hums, and the next thing you know, he's pulled you down onto the sofa and buried his head in your chest. "so comfy.." it doesn't matter that his antics attract the stares of other partygoers, he will cuddle you in front of everybody and he'll do it without a hint of shame.

ಇ  𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗝𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗠𝗔. hanma will swear up and down that nothing's better than a cigarette after sex. but sometimes, he takes it step beyond that— rolling a fat blunt and lighting it up while you two lay naked in bed. he's never embodied his tattoo more than he does when he blows the smoke out from his nose; he's the personification of sin and temptation with the blunt perched between his fingers. he offers it to you but when you go to take it from him, he lifts it up out of your reach. "you want a hit, doll?" there's a smirk on his face as he blows the smoke directly into your face, and it only grows when you start to pout. "open." you follow the simple command without hesitation and you're rewarded for it when he brings the blunt to your parted lips, holding it for you while you inhale. he doesn't miss the way your eyes turn glassy from the high. in fact, it makes him hard all over again and by the time he's putting out the roach on the ashtray, he's ready for round two.

ಇ  𝗦𝗘𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗨 𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗜. inui has a couple of guilty pleasures and one of them is smoking right before bed. he'll pick out an indica that's sure to help him sleep and pack his bowl full of it. you can visibly see the tension leech out of his body, his shoulders sagging lower with every hit he takes. most nights, he'll doze off after finishing it, but if he manages to stay awake long enough for you to join him in bed, he'll pull you close and wrap his arms around you. soft lips pepper kisses against the crook of your neck, and when you laugh and tell him it tickles, he tightens his hold on you and starts sucking a bruise into your skin. "this tickle too?" he murmurs, knowing damn well what he's doing. his hands slip beneath your shirt, squeezing your tits and playing with your nipples until they're poking through the fabric. then, he sheathes himself inside of you, making you warm his cock while he drifts off to sleep.

ಇ  𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗬𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗭𝗨. sanzu is all about optimizing his pleasure and one way he does this is by smoking while he fucks you. you'll be on your hands and knees, back bent into a pretty arch as he thrusts against your backside. his pace is steady but brutal, one hand gripping your hip while the other lifts the joint to his lips. "mm, fuck.." he groans, voice raspy (from the smoke or how tightly you're squeezing him, you're not sure). "that's it— haah, yeah, that's it, angel. take this fuckin' cock." if he's feeling generous, he'll lean over you and extend the joint out for you to take a hit, but oftentimes, you're being fucked too hard to even think about accepting the offer. if, on the off chance, you are able to take a hit or two, you severely start to struggle holding yourself up. but he takes it in stride, pushing you down so your stomach is flat against the bed, cheek pressed against the sheets. "there you go, just lay down and take it."

ಇ  𝗪𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗦𝗔 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜. not only is wakasa a stoner, but he's also a plug. he stays stocked up with flower, wax, and cartridges; and he has a revolving door of customers at his disposal with tokyo university located half an hour away. he smokes several times a day every day, and he's built up an insane tolerance as a result. when you come over to hang out, he'll easily face a blunt while giving you your own to hit as you please. "you tryna keep up with me, princess? don't overdo it." but really, he wouldn't mind if you did. you're so cute when you're high out of your mind, so pliant in his hands. his teasingly lips brush over yours, so lightly it can hardly be considered a kiss, before he shotguns the smoke into your awaiting mouth. though, if you truly do start to get too faded, he'll pluck the blunt right out of your hands and put it out. "aht," he chides, "that's enough. can't have you greenin' out on me, can i?"

ಇ  𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗢. shinichiro is a lightweight compared to his best friend, not because he doesn't have access to weed, but because he really only smokes it on special occasions. for his last birthday, wakasa brought over some wax and shinichiro could only blink when his friend pulled a blow torch out from his bag. after some convincing, he took several hits, but he nearly coughed up a lung in the process. that was the highest you've ever seen your boyfriend— too stoned to even keep his head from falling over against his shoulders. "you good, shin?" he nods slowly in response, eyelids drooping as if they're being weighed down by something heavy. he stayed on the couch for the rest of the day, asking you to make him something to eat every couple of hours. "shit.." he mutters to himself, "food really does taste better when you're high." you and wakasa got quite the kick out of his blissed out state.

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PART TWO

+ feat: shuji hanma, tetta kisaki, hajime kokonoi, seishu inui, izana kurokawa, kakucho hitto & hakkai shiba

+ cws: fem!reader, twitter p*rn links, each character will have their own cws

+ a/n: the twt acc is mine !! you must be logged in to twitter to view the tweets. all characters are written in adult timelines (aged 21+) — part one | part two | part three

ಇ  𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗝𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗠𝗔. + cw: spanking (r), fingering, bondage (r), ptv, ass play (r)    [ link one | link two ] hanma is dangerous— the type of predator that likes to play with his food before he eats it. he likes to hear the sounds you make when he bends you over his lap and lets sin and punishment wreak havoc on your ass, delivering harsh smacks that make you cry out and leave your flesh red and angry. he laces the pain with pleasure, rubbing his thumb between your folds and granting you a brief respite before he's spanking you again. the whimpers that ensue only seem to egg him on, but he exercises a great deal of patience as he restrains your hands behind your back in a pair of leather cuffs that fit snugly around your wrists. keeping you bent over, he gets to admire his work while he lines himself up with your entrance, sinking inside of you until he's buried to the hilt. but one hole isn't enough for shuji hanma— he's much too greedy for that to satiate his desire. so he plows into you, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing off the walls, and uses his thumb once more, pushing the digit inside of your ass deep enough to bring tears to your eyes. when you're like this, helpless and entirely at his mercy, hanma can't help but think you're the most beautiful thing he's ever laid eyes on.

ಇ  𝗧𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗜. + cw: fingering, pta    [ link one | link two ] kisaki is a multitasker and he’s a very talented one at that. you know this because he currently has two fingers plunging inside of you while he effortlessly steers the car with his other hand. not once does he swerve, not once are you worried you might crash. but just because he's good at multitasking, doesn't necessarily mean that he likes to do it. in fact, he's irritated that you couldn't wait until you got home. he’s annoyed that he’s been forced to divide his attention between you and the road. so when he finally pulls into the parking lot of your apartment complex, he doesn’t even let you pull on your pants before dragging you out of the car. the moment you get inside, he’s unbuckling his pants and pushing you down onto your side. “so fucking needy,” he chastises, his voice dripping with disdain. he plans on making you regret your decision to rush him, and you find that you do as he grabs a bottle of lube and smears it over his cock. instead of pushing inside of your pussy like you wish he would, he feeds the tip of his cock into your ass, grunting at how tight you are unprepped. he takes pity on you when you start to cry, gliding his fingers through your folds, but his generosity only extends so far. not once do they go near your clit.

ಇ  𝗛𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗞𝗢𝗞𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗜. + cw: butt plug (r), fingering, pussy slapping, spanking (r), bondage (r), ptv    [ link one | link two ] kokonoi’s love language is gift-giving. he’ll return home from work with your favorite flowers in hand, buy you those chocolates you love when you’re on your period. sometimes, when you’re having a bad day, he’ll surprise you with that pair of diamond earrings you were eyeing at the store the other day. but out of all the gifts he’s given you, the toys he’s picked out for you are some of your favorites. he always likes to try them out later that night, so it’s not unusual when you find yourself lying on your back with a pair of metal cuffs clamped down around your wrists. they’re chained to the diamond butt plug that rests inside of you and you do your best not to thrash and squirm as his fingers delve in and out of your cunt. it’s even harder to stay in position when he brings his palm down against your pussy, smug at the way your entire body lurches upon impact. but that’s only the beginning of the fun he has planned for you because minutes later he has you on your stomach, chest against the bed with your arms restrained behind your back in a red leather set. “my pretty little jewel,” he croons, rubbing his length over your folds. he uses your wrists as leverage, pulling you back into him as he thrusts inside of you, and he swears he’d spend every yen to his name if it felt even half as good as your pussy does right now.

ಇ  𝗦𝗘𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗨 𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗜. + cw: oral (r), ptv    [ link one | link two ] inui likes to take things slow and steady. he prefers to take his time, kissing you tenderly and undressing you slowly. pieces of clothing fall to the floor one by one, and you both have wandering hands that dip beneath the few remaining garments, claiming what’s underneath. a low groan rumbles from his chest when your small hand wraps around his dick and you stroke it while deft fingers rub figure-eights across your clit. the tension swells, becoming more and more intense as his lips roam lower and lower until they’re between your legs, one hand splayed out against the small of your back to make sure you don’t try to shy away from his mouth. he licks you languidly, alternating between pressing open-mouthed kisses against your clit and flicking his tongue over it. just when you think the bubble inside of you is going to burst, he draws away and coaxes you onto your back, thrusting into you deep enough to send you toppling right over the edge. he doesn’t stop when your pussy convulses around him, not until he’s filled you up good and plenty. afterward, he lets you lay in his arms, fingers absentmindedly trailing up and down your back. 

ಇ  𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗡𝗔 𝗞𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔. + cw: dacryphilia, overstim (r), bondage (r), toys, ptv, manipulation(?)    [ link one | link two ] izana may think you’re pretty when you laugh— even more so when you smile— but nothing will ever compare to the way you look when you’re crying for him. no, you’re downright captivating. the way your dark lashes clump together, lining with unshed tears and pleading up at him, gives him a rush better than any drug. it doesn’t deter him one bit, and he remains holding the vibrator against your cunt even when your legs start to tremble in the ropes restraining your limbs. you’re so sensitive from three consecutive orgasms that the tears streak down your cheeks, and a deafening sob wracks through you as he rips a fourth one out of you. he murmurs praise after praise, telling you how precious you look with your eyebrows pinched together and your bottom lip snug between your teeth. he deems four a sufficient number but he’s far from letting you go, deciding to untie you only to flip you onto your stomach and pin your hands behind your back. you’re sopping wet, heady arousal staining the sheets below you, so when he brings his cock to your entrance, it slips right into your abused pussy without any resistance. “don’t you want to make me feel good too, angel?” his honeyed words act as poison, subduing you into a compliant state that he’s all too eager to take advantage of.

ಇ  𝗞𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗢 𝗛𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗢. + cw: ptv, size difference, stomach bulge    [ link one | link two ] to say kakucho is large is an understatement. he’s mountainous, with broad shoulders and bulging biceps, and thighs as thick as tree trunks. he towers over you without even trying, easily double your size, and it only becomes more apparent when you’re fucking. truly, he loves the size difference, loves how small and fragile you seem in comparison to a giant like him. strong hands hold your hips in a firm grip as he thrusts against your backside, supporting your weight in case your legs give out. honestly, it’s remarkable that he’s somehow managed to fit his entire cock inside of you, and when one of his hands moves up to your throat, forcing your head back so you have no choice but to look up at him, you can see the sheer adoration in his dual-toned eyes. admittedly, your legs do end up collapsing beneath you but that’s no reason for him to stop— all it means is he needs to get you off your feet. that’s how you find yourself on the bed, bent over on your hands and knees, with kakucho looming behind you. the position is intimidating because it allows him to get even deeper than before, and you let out a breathless moan when he perfectly angles his cock to press against your g-spot. he helps guide you back against his pelvis, mesmerized by the sight of your pussy sucking him in with every thrust.

ಇ  𝗛𝗔𝗞𝗞𝗔𝗜 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗕𝗔. + cw: ptv    [ link one | link two ] it’s cute how nervous hakkai gets when it comes to you— how this hulking gang member turns to absolute mush whenever you’re around. he treats you like royalty, bowing down in your presence and slowly worshipping your body until you're like putty in his hands. he leaves no inch of you untouched as he sits behind you, his hands squeezing your breasts over your bra while you let out appreciative hums, bolstering him on. one skims down your stomach and in between your thighs, his fingers skillfully rubbing circles over you clothed cunt that have your hips shifting from side to side. “so perfect,” he murmurs, burying his head in the crook of your neck and pressing a soft kiss against your skin. you melt back into him as he pulls your bra down, and large hands begin kneading your bare breasts, making you moan out in satisfaction. never once do his motions become rushed; never once does he put his pleasure above your own. only when you’re dripping wet does he deem you adequately prepared for him to situate himself between your legs and ease himself inside of you. his lips never leave yours as his hips roll against yours, swallowing your sounds like a man dying of thirst. he doesn’t fuck you— he makes love to you, whispering how much he loves you while you drown in bliss beneath him.

[s4no]

PART ONE

+ feat: manjiro sano, ken ryuuguji, kazutora hanemiya, keisuke baji, chifuyu matsuno & takashi mitsuya

+ cw: fem!reader, twitter p*rn links, each character will have their own cws

+ a/n: the twt acc is mine !! you must be logged in to twitter to view the tweets. all characters are written in adult timelines (aged 21+) — part one | part two | part three

ಇ  𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗝𝗜𝗥𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗢. + cw: ptv, bondage (r), edging, pussy slapping, overtstim (r), squirting     [ link one | link two ] ringed fingers grip your forearms, the cold metal making you mewl as it presses against your searing skin. you’ve been like this for an hour— down on your knees with your hands restrained behind your back. mikey thrusts into you with reckless abandon, edging himself, always stopping before he loses himself completely, grinding his hips against yours and telling you how pretty you look all dressed up for him. you can’t help but be a little embarrassed at the mess you’ve made, how your arousal soaks the sheets beneath you. because, while he’s been edging himself this entire time, he’s let you cum as many times as you want. you can feel your slick dripping down the inside of your thighs and your legs are shaking so much that you swear you might topple over if it weren’t for him holding you up. so when he tells you to turn over and lay on your back, you happily oblige. surprisingly, he pulls your panties back up before delivering a harsh slap to your overstimulated cunt. the squeals he forces from you are music to his ears and when you start gushing from the subsequent smacks, he watches you with a look of absolute adoration.  

ಇ  𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗥𝗬𝗨𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗝𝗜. + cw: ptv, choking (r)     [ link one | link two ] draken is almost methodical in how he works your body to the brink of pleasure. calloused fingertips run through your folds, smearing your slick around until you’re squirming beneath him and only then does he give in to your pleading. his hand moves to your throat and you moan as it squeezes, giving you a headrush that nearly distracts you from the prodding at your entrance. with your shirt ridden up, he watches your nipples pebble as he pushes inside of you, cursing under his breath at the way your walls immediately suck him in. your hands search for something to grab, something to hold onto to ground you, but when he angles himself to hit that one spot inside of you that makes your eyes roll, you feel like you’re floating. “need somethin’ to do, baby? rub your clit.” and you do, swirling your fingers around the sensitive nub until you’re thrown over the edge and free-falling into oblivion. but he’s far from done. he doesn’t give you time to recover, rolling you over in one swift maneuver that leaves you on top, his length still buried inside of you. strong hands grab your ass, and without any warning, he starts guiding you down onto his cock, thrusting up into you as you’re forced to ride him. 

ಇ  𝗞𝗔𝗭𝗨𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗬𝗔. + cw: oral (g + r), sixty-nine     [ link one | link two ] you love how easily kazutora falls apart. dressed in your finest lingerie, you tell him to sit back and enjoy himself as you press open-mouthed kisses against his cock, giggling when a breathless moan falls from his lips. his hand moves to your ass as you take him in your mouth, flattening your tongue and bobbing your head until his hips begin to twitch in response. your hands press down on them, holding him in place while you suck, staring up at him from beneath dark lashes. heat pools in his eyes, and you know what the next words out of his mouth will be before he says them, “wanna t-taste you too.” sometimes you indulge him, flipping around so he can bury his face between your thighs while you continue to play with him. other times, you make him wait, make him cum down your throat before letting him have his fill of you. his touches are soft and slow as he returns the favor, kissing the insides of your thighs while his hands rub across your skin. he takes his time, cherishes you— savors you in a way that leaves you reeling from how intimate the moment is. it’s cliche, but he feels at home between your thighs, and he draws out your pleasure until it washes over you in waves, groaning against your center as you come undone. 

ಇ  𝗞𝗘𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗝𝗜. + cw: oral (r), fingering, ptv     [ link one | link two ] you love baji’s spontaneity, especially when it ends with him kneeling in front of you. you know you have it coming when he pulls you into an empty bedroom, abandoning the party downstairs, but you don’t expect him to drop down onto his knees before you and start unbuttoning your jeans (though you do nothing to stop it). once your panties drop to the floor, he all but pounces— lifting your leg up and grinning when he comes face-to-face with your pussy. he wastes no time in devouring you, licking and sucking, groaning so loud you’re sure the people downstairs would hear him if it weren’t for the music blaring throughout the house. he eats you like a starved man, his lips suctioning your clit while he drives his fingers inside of you until your body shakes with an orgasm that makes your vision black out. “there’s more where that came from, kitten.” and true to his word, as soon as you return home, he has you laying on your back, a pair of cat ears on your head as he pushes inside of you. corded muscles ripple as he goes, flexing with every thrust that brings you one step closer to nirvana, and he grants everyone on the block a gift when he pushes a finger into your mouth, ensuring your cries fall freely from your lips. 

ಇ  𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗙𝗨𝗬𝗨 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢. + cw: handjobs (g), overstim (g), oral (r)     [ link one | link two ] you can’t help but think chifuyu looks pretty when he’s overwhelmed with pleasure. your eyes drink him in, watching as his body jolts from the feeling of your hand alone. you’ve wrung him dry, making him cum only to keep rubbing his length, covering it in the sticky fluid so your palm glides easily over the sensitive flesh. his broken moans echo around the room, making the corners of your lips tip into a smirk while he writhes beneath you. you only stop when you’re sure he’s on the brink of passing out, tears leaking down his cheeks and desperate pleas falling from his lips. you think, surely, he’s too tired to do much else besides lay there and recover, but you’re wrong. forcing himself up, he gently coaxes you onto your back and spreads your thighs, murmuring against your skin. “gonna make you feel good too.” his hands reach for yours and he laces your fingers together while he licks stripes up your center, lashes fluttering from the taste. he worships every inch of you— from your ankles to your calves all the way up to your navel and everything in between. you’re a goddess in his eyes, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t treat you like one.

ಇ  𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜 𝗠𝗜𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗬𝗔. + cw: shibari (r), impact play (r), light flogging, oral (r)     [ link one | link two ] mitsuya exercises true patience whenever he ties you up. he doesn’t rush, deft fingers winding the rope around your limbs and securing them in place. he always makes sure they aren’t tied too tight, makes sure the knots won’t come undone no matter how much you struggle. only when you’re completely at his mercy does he start to play with you, gliding a wooden paddle across the backs of your thighs and delivering spanks as he goes. he delights in the way your body lurches, in the little whimpers that pair so perfectly with the soft cracks that sound when the toy comes into contact with your skin. sometimes, he trades it in for a flogger, dragging the leather pieces over your glistening folds and chuckling when you beg for him to touch you instead. he tuts at you before smacking it against your cunt, reminding you that patience is a virtue— and that if you behave yourself, a reward is in order. so you bite back your pleas, lay there and take the pleasure he doles out, no matter how small the amount. and reward you he does. after untying you, he sits you down and gets level with your pussy, cooing how pretty it is when it weeps for him. then, he finally gives in to his deep-seated desire, holding your legs apart while he dives into the ocean in between your thighs.

[s4no]

camboy!baji who decides to do a solo stream one night just for the hell of it. he makes an account and finds a camera, setting it up so that only his abdomen and cock are visible to viewers, his face completely off screen.

camboy!baji who fucks his fist, grunting and groaning so close to the microphone that it sounds like he's right beside you. and he might as well be— you're just down the hallway, scrolling through twitter when a video catches your eye.

camboy!baji who's none the wiser, completely unaware that you're watching him while he works his length, his hand gliding up and down the shaft with such fervor that you can't help but press your thighs together while you watch him.

camboy!baji who's surprised to find that several people have already subscribed to his channel when he's done with the stream. but, of course, he'd be even more surprised to find out that one of them is his innocent little roommate.

[s4no]

+ feat: ken ryuuguji x fem!reader

+ cw: sex work (draken is an escort), virginity loss, oral (r), ptv, size difference

+ summary: after years of failed attempts at losing your virginity, you decide to take matters into your own hands and buy a night with the most expensive male escort tokyo has to offer. (5.4k words)

+ a/n: i decided to rewrite one of my old fics so if you recognize the title and/or plot, it's from my archived account; written in the adult timeline

Your nerves are in shambles as you approach the unfamiliar building. Your legs feel weak and your fingers clutch your wallet tightly, as if you suspect someone may try to mug you and steal it. For all that you know, it's possible. You’ve never been in this part of town before and you're grateful you haven't run into anybody you know. You’d definitely get questioned if someone saw you walking down the main street of Tokyo's Red Light District. Or more specifically, into a brothel.

It isn’t like you're out here on a whim. You’d thought about this for a long time, pondered over it many nights after hours of tossing and turning, and after five very long— and equally as frustrating years, you’d made your decision. You wanted to lose your virginity and you’d use all the resources at your disposal.

You didn’t have much luck out on the dating scene, which mainly consisted of Tinder and a couple of the local bars out in Roppongi. You’d tried it all: blind dates, speed dates, double dates. None of them ever resulted in a relationship— or even a one night stand— so you’d been forced back to square one each time. After five years of trying and failing, you’d given up on finding love for the time being.

But… not pleasure.

That’s how you find yourself walking into the luxurious lobby of the most popular brothel in the city. The smell of jasmine invades your nose and the sound of smooth jazz drifts into your ears, immediately creating a sensuous atmosphere that leaves you gawking. Red velvet couches line the walls, some accompanied by golden side tables where clients can sit their drinks while they wait to be called back.

At the front of the room sits a large mahogany desk with a woman seated behind it, tapping away at a computer. Swallowing, you timidly approach the front desk and lean in close, your voice barely above a whisper. “Hello, I’d like to… Um, book a room.”

The woman doesn’t even bother sparing you a glance, her fingers still flying across the keyboard. “Male or female bodied?”

“Male, please. I’d like… the male with the best rating, if possible.”

Your cheeks flush when the woman stops typing, her eyes glancing you over before responding. “I’m sure you would,” condescension colors her tone, “but I’m afraid there are premium rates for our top-tier employees.” Ones that are out of your price range, she suspects.

“I’m prepared to pay as much as it takes.” Unzipping your wallet, you spread it open to reveal a thick stack of crisp ten thousand yen banknotes. You’ve been saving up for this since Christmas, working a full-time job along with attending classes at the university nearby. It’d been stressful and you'd worked yourself ragged, pinching pennies for the last few months, but tonight is going to make it all worth it.

Her eyes flicker between you and your stuffed wallet for a moment before she crosses her arms and leans back in her chair. “I see. Well, I’ll have to check if he’s available. How long did you want to book him for?”

“…Three hours.”

Her eyebrows raise at that but she otherwise remains professional, nodding and picking up the phone on her desk. She quickly dials a number, sighing as she waits for someone to answer. “Hello? Yes, I was wondering if you’d like to accept a three-hour appointment.” She pauses for a second. “Yes, she’s here in the lobby right now and prepared to pay the fees upfront.” Another pause. “Okay. Thank you, Draken. Bye.”

Putting the phone down, she turns back to you. “He should be down shortly to take you back. That’ll be ¥120,000.”

— ღ —

After handing over the wad of cash, you take a seat on one of the velvet couches and run a hand through your hair. The room feels significantly warmer than it had when you first walked in and you realize it's because your heart is racing. It's happening. This is actually happening.

You'd almost chickened out this afternoon— considered using the money to take a nice little trip to Okinawa. You could swim with the fish and read out on the beach, eat some good seafood, blow off some steam. You'd definitely enjoy yourself but what happened once you came back? You'd find yourself back at square one, a hundred thousand yen poorer and filled with regret and immense sexual frustration.

There had been a couple of times you'd come close to achieving your goal. You'd gone to a frat party a few weeks ago, drank and danced your heart out. Even wore a pair of jean shorts that barely managed to cover your ass. When you ended up getting hot and heavy with one of the brothers, he took you back to his room only for you to walk in on his roommate having a threesome with two very talented blondes.

In March, when you first created a Tinder profile, you'd matched with a cute grad student who wanted to take you out to dinner. He drove you to a hotpot restaurant and halfway through the date, you two retreated to the bathroom to have a quickie. Your panties were around your ankles when you realized you didn't want your first time to be in a restroom stall beside a grimy toilet. You didn't want it to be a five-minute escapade that would leave you disappointed and unfulfilled. It's obvious to say the drive home had been awkward.

You're so deep in thought that you don't notice when a man walks out from behind the beaded curtain and approaches the front desk. You don't notice him at all— not until he's standing in front of you with a small smile playing on his lips. Onyx eyes roll over you slowly, long hair of the same color tied back in a braid. There's a black dragon tattooed across the left side of his head, and you have the oddest urge to reach out and trace your fingers atop it.

“You must be my client for tonight.” His voice is deep and smooth like molasses and a trill runs down your spine as he wets his lips, “I’m Draken.”

“Hi… I’m (y/n).” You offer, extending your hand out to which he lifts a brow.

He repeats your name back to you, drawing it out like he savors the taste of it on his tongue, and then takes your hand in his. Instead of shaking it, he interlaces his fingers through yours and gives it a soft squeeze. “C’mon princess, ’m on the top floor.”

Nodding weakly, you’re practically in a daze as he leads you back through the curtain of sparkling beads and into an elevator that’s every bit as fancy as the room you were just in. He fishes out a silver key from his pocket before turning it into the lock beside the button labeled seven, and up you go.

The enclosed area only emphasizes how large he is compared to you, how much space he takes up. He’s well above six feet with broad shoulders and muscles that bulge inside the sleeves of his silk button-down. You can feel him watching you as you ascend but you don’t have the courage to meet his gaze. Tension bleeds into the air, and coupled with the stark silence, it’s nearly suffocating. You have to make a conscious effort to take deep breaths as you will your heart to calm down.

When the dinging of the elevator sounds like church bells, you aren’t surprised. You’re pretty sure heaven awaits you on the other side of these doors.

You find that heaven looks a lot like a bachelor’s pad. Filled with dark wood and sleek furniture, it’s a mini-paradise; complete with a fully stocked bar, a king-sized bed, and a balcony leading out to a hot tub. Music plays softly from the surround sound system and you breathe in the faint aroma of juniper and tobacco as you walk inside.

“I hope R&B is alright.” He squeezes your hand once more before letting go of it, kicking off his slippers and making his way over to the bar. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“A glass of water?”

His brow lifts again but he nods, “Sure.”

“Thank you.” You look around while he pours out your drinks, taking in the scenic view of the city below. “You have a very nice place.”

“You don’t have to do that, you know.” When you turn around, he’s standing behind you, holding out a glass of water with a shot of sake in his other hand. “Be so formal.”

“Ah, I’m sorry.” You quickly accept the drink, muttering out a quiet apology. You’d done so much in preparation for this moment, but not once had you ever thought about how awkward it would be in the beginning. You hadn’t thought to look into the… ‘etiquette’ of brothels. You settle on giving him an honest answer. “I’m not entirely sure how to act.”

There’s a knowing smile on his face as he reaches out and tilts your chin up. His thumb glides lightly across your cheek, the calloused fingertip burning where it touches your skin. “Just relax. I promise you, you’re in good hands. I’m gonna take good care of you tonight.”

You know the gesture is meant to help reassure you and lessen your nerves, but all it succeeds in doing is sending your pulse skyrocketing. Apprehension bubbles low in your stomach and your voice wobbles when you respond. “O-Okay..”

“Let me ask you a question.” His thumb moves from your cheek to your mouth, feather-light as it ghosts over the curve of your lips. “You haven’t done this before, have you, sweetheart?”

Your cheeks flare at his question, eyes widening in shock. Is it that obvious? “No, I haven’t.” You admit reluctantly, “I just— Well, I’m tired of waiting. I know the first time is supposed to be special, but… this is special in a way, right?” You watch as the comforting smile falls right off his face. His eyebrows furrow and you mimic the action, worrying what you’d said to elicit this type of reaction. “What? What’s wrong?”

He blinks at you as he processes the information and you can practically see the cogs turning in his head. “First time?” His expression turns serious, his hand dropping from your cheek. “I was talkin’ about coming to a brothel, not having sex.” He shakes his head, “Look, I’ll take you back downstairs. Sana will get you a full refund—”

“No!” You cringe when you blurt it out, interrupting him. “Please, you don’t understand. I want to do this. I’m sure of it.”

“It’s not a matter of if you’re sure or not.” His voice is stern now, taking on an edge that slices right through your pounding heart. “It’s a personal preference. I don’t sleep with virgins, not at work.”

“I— I can pay you more money, however much you want!” You know you sound desperate but that’s because you are. You’ve worked your ass off to get here, to have this experience, and now you’re grasping for straws as you feel it slipping through your fingers. “You don’t even have to accommodate me, just do your thing and—”

It’s his turn to interrupt you. “Do you have any idea what you’re saying?” You can hear the anger in his voice, it’s almost palpable. “You can’t just go around tellin’ people they can have their way with you. It’s your first time. You should be accommodated. Now, follow me. I’m walking you back down to the lobby.”

You don’t move when he walks back toward the elevator, keeping your feet planted on the hardwood floor. “If I should be catered to, then why don’t you do it yourself? Because if you take me back down to the lobby, I won’t be getting a refund. I’ll just ask for someone different.”

A muscle in his jaw feathers as it clenches, his eyes narrowing down at you as if that will help him discern whether you’re bluffing or not. But as you hold his gaze, unwavering and earnest, he realizes you’re telling the truth. Heaving a sigh, he brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He should be calling security right now, have you escorted out of the building. He shouldn’t be entertaining the thought of conceding to your demands.

Yet, there’s something in your eyes as you stare up at him— a certain innocence that has him willing to break his rules. Just once. He’d indulge you this once, if only because he doesn’t trust anybody else here to treat you right. “…Fine, but we’re doing this my way.”

You exhale a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding. “Thank you, Draken. It… that means a lot to me.”

“I know it does.” Normally, he isn’t so forgiving toward people who threaten him but he can recognize the desperation in your voice. And desperation can lead to dangerous things. Other men would take advantage of that, and for some reason, he hates the thought of some old sleazebag taking your first time. At least with him, he’d make sure you’re satisfied. “Here, let’s sit down.”

You take a seat on the edge of the bed, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth. “Should we… take off our clothes?”

Your heart flutters when a chuckle rumbles up from his chest. You’re as awkward as you are stubborn and he finds it strangely endearing. “No, not yet. We’re gonna take it nice and slow, m’kay?” He scoots closer, turning to face you. “But I am going to kiss you.” He raises a hand to your cheek, his thumb resuming its stroking. “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so.”

He waits until you nod before beginning to lean in, slowly so you still have every chance to change your mind. But when his lips press against yours, claiming them with a tender kiss, you know there’s no going back.

His lips are soft and warm as they move against yours, and you kiss him back— albeit clumsily because of how nervous you are. He doesn’t seem to mind though, more than willing to take the lead and pick the pace. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, silently asking for permission to deepen the exchange, and you allow it, humming contently as the taste of spearmint and tobacco fills your mouth.

His hand moves to grip your jaw as the other trails up and down your side, and despite the shivers that ensue, it helps ground you in the moment, brings you back down to earth just in time for him to draw away. You’re left breathless, sucking in deep gulps of air to clear the dizziness that’s muddled your mind.

“You still want to do this?” Warm breath fans across your face, obsidian eyes searching yours for any sign of uncertainty. He doesn’t find any.

“Yes, please,” you whisper, “I meant it when I said I want to do this.”

That’s all the consent he needs before he captures your lips again, this time with an intensity that makes your head spin. His hands move to unbutton your blouse, slowly working their way down to the bottom and slipping it off your shoulders. He doesn’t break the kiss as he starts palming your breasts, massaging them over your bra, and you can’t help the whimper that rises up from your throat in response. His tongue continues to explore your mouth, tangling with yours until your core is throbbing with need.

“Gonna be a good girl f’me?” He murmurs against your lips, palms splayed across your chest. One of them snakes behind you and nimbly unclasps your bra, letting it fall forward just enough to give him a peek at what lies underneath. “Lay back.”

Your body responds naturally, following his order without hesitation. You pull away and lean back until you’re pressed against the mattress with him looming over you, his eyes drinking you in as he slips the garment off your shoulders. “Fuck…” He mutters, “Look at you.”

Your nipples pebble beneath his gaze, pretty and pert and begging to be played with. He licks his licks lustfully, rough hands coming down to cup and squeeze them. Your head turns to the side when he starts to pinch the peaks, rubbing them between his fingers and forcing another whimper to escape.

He maintains eye contact as he lowers down, plush lips wrapping around one only to flick his tongue over the bud. “Draken…”

“There you go,” he breathes out, pulling back to admire the view. “Just relax, baby.”

Unbuttoning his shirt, he shrugs it off, discarding it with the rest of your clothes before turning his attention back to you. “Don’t be afraid to touch me.” He leans forward and grabs your hands, moving to press them against his chest. You can feel his heartbeat if you concentrate, the rhythmic thumping beneath your palm. It’s a sharp contrast to yours which beats wildly against your ribcage, threatening to burst out of your chest.

With the sight before you, who can blame you?

His body is built and toned, corded muscles rippling across his torso and leading down to a delicious set of prominent v-lines. Your mouth waters as they flex and you drag your hands down to feel the hard ridges of his abdomen, a trail of dark hair descending down from his navel and disappearing into his jeans. You’re all but mesmerized.

“Like what you see?” He teases, his head dipping down to the curve of your neck. Straight white teeth graze across the tender flesh before suckling on your pulse point. All you can do is nod, your breathing shallow and uneven as his fingers continue tweaking your hardened nipples.

He knows the pace he’s setting is slow— deliberate— but he wants you more aroused than you’ve ever been, dripping wet for him when he finally takes you.

With soft pants falling from your lips, one of his hands slides down to your waist, his index finger dipping into the hem of your skirt. He could very well just pull it up, sneak his hand underneath it, but he resists the temptation, determined to make you squirm in anticipation.

And you do, every purposeful touch kindling the fire within you until it’s a blazing inferno. Your blood boils in your veins, your skin beautifully flushed. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say you’re in danger of overheating.

“Let’s get this off, yeah?” He mutters, letting the waistband of your skirt snap back against your skin. Your hips eagerly buck at the small sting, making it easy for him to tug it off and toss it onto the floor, and then he spreads your thighs apart to reveal a large damp spot in the middle of your panties. “Shit, so fuckin’ wet…” He curses, his eyes getting impossibly darker.

You nearly clamp your legs together as his eyes rove over you but the adoration in his expression bolsters you, gives you the confidence you need so badly. You stay still and let him look, trying to memorize the image of him between your thighs as he does.

Time seems to slow down. Seconds tick by and with each one that passes, you grow more and more uncomfortable. Your pussy aches, the desire he’s so carefully cultivated inside you becoming almost unbearable. But he either doesn’t notice the need swimming in your eyes, or he doesn’t care. He remains hovering over you, gaze zeroed in on your clothed cunt.

“Touch me,” the plea escapes you before you can stop it, and the corners of his lips tilt up into a small smirk. “Please.”

He hums as if he has to think about it. You’re about to start begging when his fingers press against you, applying enough pressure to make you mewl. “Don’t get greedy, princess.” He chastises gruffly, “You’ll take what I give you, remember?”

You nod obediently so he rewards you, circling your panty-clad clit until your hips are shifting back and forth. Moans fall freely from your lips but it still isn’t enough. You need more.

“Please,” you whine, eyebrows cinching together as you gaze up at him. “Draken, please…”

He hums again and hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties before dragging them down to your ankles. “Only ‘cause you asked so nicely.” Completely bared to him, apprehension saturates the air, your stomach doing backflips as he leans down and blows out a puff of air against your folds. When you clench at the sensation, a growl sounds. “Such a pretty little pussy.”

The pink flesh glistens in the dim lighting of the room, every inch soaked with arousal that drips down the inside of your thighs and onto the sheets beneath you. If you weren’t a virgin, he doesn’t think he’d even need to prep you.

Calloused fingers rub between your puffy folds, collecting your slick until his fingers are covered, and then one of his digits prods at your entrance, easing inside of you. Your back arches off the bed as he curves it in a come hither motion, your hands flying out to grip his shoulders. “Fuck..!”

You should be embarrassed at the deep laughter that leaves him but you can only focus on the way he’s knuckle deep inside of you, adding a second finger and beginning to thrust them both in and out. “Your reactions are s’cute. What if I were to just…” He trails off as he lowers down until he’s face-to-face with your pussy, and your hands strike out to grab his cheeks so you can hold him back.

“W-Wait..” You stammer before swallowing thickly, “It’s okay, you don’t have to—”

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No, no… I just… No one’s ever…” Your blush spreads to the tips of your ears.

He cocks a brow up at you. “No one’s ever eaten you out?” But he already knows the answer. Your mortified expression is as good as any verbal indication. Shock flickers across his face, but he takes the new piece of information in stride, turning his head to the side and pressing a kiss against the inside of your thigh. “Lemme taste you, baby. You don’t need to be shy.”

Your insecurities melt away under his encouragement but when you merely nod, he nips at your skin. “No, use your words.”

“O-Okay.” You breathe out shakily, “Go ahead.”

The words have barely left your mouth when you feel his lips wrap around your clit, his tongue expertly swirling around the sensitive bud and tearing a gasp from your throat. His fingers resume their curling motions, and suddenly a familiar sensation begins building in your stomach. It reminds you of all the times you’ve touched yourself, all of the times you’ve worked yourself into a frenzy chasing your orgasm. You’d rut against your pillow only for your legs to start trembling, too weak to climb the last few inches to the peak.

Admittedly, your legs do start to shake, your body tense and on the verge of locking up. It’s like you’ve conditioned it to expect the worst, that you’ll get close enough to taste the high and then be denied like all of the other times you’ve attempted to pleasure yourself.

“Draken,” you moan, the sound so depraved you don’t recognize your own voice, “Don’t stop— p-please, don’t stop..!”

A groan erupts from his chest as your walls tighten around his fingers and the vibrations of it cause another wave of heat to wash over you, threatening to pull you out to sea and drown you in its depths. You’re so close, closer than you’ve ever been before.

It’s when his mouth suctions around your clit that you’re flung off the precipice. Pleasure blooms out from between your thighs, shooting through your limbs and out to the tips of your fingers. Your eyes squeeze shut as it consumes you, bleeds into all your senses until you’re writhing around in the sheets, hands blindly grasping for something— anything— to ground you.

Even then, he doesn’t stop. He keeps sucking, keeps licking, long fingers thrusting inside of you to prolong the orgasm for as long as possible. “Good girl.” He praises, drawing away when you finally come to. You’re panting from the physical exertion, pupils blown with desire as you slowly lift your head to look down at him. His lips, cheeks, and chin are shiny with your slick, and you’d probably be embarrassed if you didn’t feel so lightheaded.

“Thank you… that was amazing..” And even that was a gross understatement.

Rising up from between your legs, there’s a smug expression on his face. “Save the thank-you’s for later, princess. We’re not done yet.” As if to emphasize his point, his hands drop down to start unbuckling his belt, your eyes following suit and widening into saucers when you see the bulge in the front of his pants.

“Oh my god.”

It’s… he’s huge.

You watch with bated breath as he unzips his pants and lets them drop around his ankles, your eyes boring holes into him when he pulls down his boxers and reveals both the prettiest and thickest cock you’ve ever seen. The shaft is long and curved, the tip flushed and leaking. A large vein runs down the entirety of the length and you swear if you look hard enough, you can see it pulsing.

He grips the base of it, stroking it a couple of times before prowling forward. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” A grin tugs at the corners of his lips. “Worried ‘s not gonna fit?”

“…Yes.” You squeak.

He chuckles at your candor, opening up a drawer on the bedside table and fishing out a small plastic square— a condom, you realize. It only takes him a moment to tear it open and slip it on, the action effortless from years of practice. “Don’t be scared. I told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I? I’m a man of my word if nothing else.”

Crawling onto the bed, he captures your lips in a kiss that can only be described as comforting. It’s slow and gentle, even when his tongue dips into your mouth, and his hands come up to cup your cheeks, holding you in such a way that you can’t help but feel cherished.

“I’m gonna start now,” he murmurs against your lips, “Remember, if you want me to stop, just say the word.” You nod in acknowledgment, and with that, he reaches down and lines himself up with your entrance, the tip of his cock prodding at your center. “Squeeze me as tightly as you need.”

Your hands shoot out to grip his shoulders right as he starts to push inside of you and your nails bite into his skin at the stretch, leaving crescent indents behind. A strangled noise bubbles up from your throat when pain takes hold of you, burning bright like the sun in the middle of summer.

“I know,” he rasps, his lips ghosting over the edge of your jaw, “I know it hurts. But it’ll feel better soon, I promise.” Tears prick at your eyes as he pushes deeper inside you, but soon his fingers are circling over your clit, blending the pleasure and pain until one is indiscernible from the other. “Just breathe, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

His movements are so controlled, it’s impressive— even as the slew of foreign sensations threatens to overwhelm you, you’re able to recognize that much. His brows are furrowed in concentration, his breaths coming out in hot puffs that skate across your heated skin. And ever so slowly, he works you open, sinking into you inch by inch. By the time he’s bottomed out, a thin sheen of sweat covers his forehead, his voice strained when he says, “You did so well, baby, ‘m so fuckin’ proud of you.”

You only whimper in response, turning your head to the side so your cheek is pressed against the pillow. You feel so full, inhumanely full. So much so that you’re genuinely surprised you haven’t been split in half because, for all intents and purposes, that’s what it’d felt like. Your only saving grace is the way he hasn’t stopped rubbing your clit, hasn’t stopped praising you for taking him so well.

It’s a testament to his self-restraint the way he manages to remain still, buried deep inside you, while he patiently waits for your walls to adjust to his size. If he were a lesser man, he’d push aside your comfort, neglect your needs and pound into you to relieve his aching cock. But he waits, waits until your pained whimpers morph into soft moans, until you start to squirm beneath him as your body tries to create the friction it needs so badly.

“Move,” you beg, your hands sliding down from his shoulder to grab onto his hips, attempting to move them yourself. “Please… need you to move..”

A pair of large hands tug yours away from his waist before they pin them down on either side of your head. There’s no real force behind the maneuver but you don’t fight him off as he threads your fingers between his, just like he did earlier this evening. “Look at me, (y/n). I want you to look at me while I fuck you.”

Tentatively, you turn your head so you’re staring up at him. You’re not sure what he sees but approval shines in his eyes and a sincere smile graces his lips. “Good girl.”

With your eyes glued on his, he finally starts to move, drawing his hips back and pushing into you in small, shallow thrusts. Your lips part into a gasp, your breath hitching every time he’s fully hilted inside of you. Tears line your lashes but this time, they aren’t from pain. They’re from pure, unadulterated pleasure— the all-encompassing kind that leaves you in tatters on the floor.

“Feels s’good.. So fuckin’ tight.” He groans, his pace speeding up as more moans pour from your lips. The sound of skin slapping skin ensues and you cry out when he shifts his angle, the tip of his cock hitting a spot that makes your eyes roll.

Your pleasure heightens and you think that this must be euphoria as your tears overflow, spilling down your cheeks and dropping onto the pillow beneath your head. Yet, you don’t look away from him. You don’t dare shy away from his gaze, not even when the coil inside you begins winding tight, warning you of your impending orgasm.

He squeezes your hands as your body goes taut. You’re panting now— sucking in breath after breath as your bodies collide— but you can’t seem to get enough air. Up you climb, higher and higher until you begin to tremble beneath him, your hands holding onto his like they’re a lifeline.

“You gonna cum, baby?” He asks through gritted teeth, “Gonna cream on my cock?” He curses when you nod, dropping his forehead down so it rests against yours. “Well, go on then, princess. Make a fuckin’ mess.”

As if on command, the cord inside you abruptly snaps. A violent shudder wracks through your body, bliss clouding every single one of your five senses. It’s enough to wrench a deafening sob out of you, your back arching up off the bed so your chest is pressed firmly against his. He continues to drive into you as your walls pulsate around him and a growl reverberates up from his throat at the same time you feel his length twitch inside of you.

He stops after a few more thrusts, slowly pulling out of you and turning over to lie on his back. You whine quietly at the loss, but you’re too busy trying to catch your breath to complain.

“Shit…” He says, his head turning to look at you after a couple of minutes of silence, “How do you feel?”

Somehow, you summon up enough energy to smile through the exhaustion that’s seeped into your bones. “Definitely not like a virgin.”

He lets out a laugh at that, flashing you a brilliant white smile that makes his eyes crinkle at the sides. “Well, we’ve still got two hours left, sweetheart. Don’t go tappin’ out on me yet.”

[s4no]

+ feat: manjiro sano, ken ryuuguji, keisuke baji, chifuyu matsuno, kazutora hanemiya & takashi mitsuya

+ summary: find out what the guys are posting on instagram.

+ a/n: i had a burst of inspiration so here we are c: — part one | part two | part three

➥ @MANJIR0 just posted!

— mikey doesn't post many photos of himself. he prefers to take pictures of his surroundings instead. lots of black & white. his captions are usually ominous inside jokes between him and his friends.

➥ @KRyuuguji just posted!

— draken's instagram is full of pictures of him going out for late night rides on his bike. he's not egotistical, but he knows he looks good so sometimes he likes to show off how much he works out at the gym.

➥ @kbajii just posted!

— baji loves to post thirst traps. he has a lot of shirtless pics with a few shit posts in between. his captions are mainly emojis. his page is overall very goofy and entertaining.

➥ @fuyu.matsuno just posted!

— chifuyu likes to post pictures of the animals he works with, especially peke j. it's rare to see a photo of himself. baji has tried to post a thirst trap of him but chifuyu always ends up deleting it.

➥ @kz.tora just posted!

— kazutora usually posts about his cafe, uploading pictures of drinks and latte art. he's also been a victim of baji trying to post some risque pictures on his account. his captions are very pun heavy.

➥ @TakashiMS just posted!

— mitsuya lives a lavish life in the fashion industry and he likes to catalogue it on his social media. lots of brand names and promotions of his upcoming collections. he occasionally posts ootds.

[s4no]

+ feat: ran haitani, rindou haitani, haruchiyo sanzu & wakasa imaushi

+ summary: find out what the guys are posting to instagram.

+ cw: drugs (weed)

+ a/n: wakasa is a stoner and i'm not wrong — part one | part two | part three

➥ @HIGHTANI just posted!

— ran's instagram heavily reflects his hedonistic lifestyle. if he's not posting about the wild party he's at, then it's usually a risque picture of his latest conquest. not as many thirst traps as you might think, though he definitely flirts in the comments.

➥ @thebetterhaitani just posted!

— rindou's page is just as brazen as his brother's but there's a slight difference. whenever he posts pictures of his "latest conquest," it's always the same person. he's managed to keep their identity a secret from his followers.

➥ @P1NK.J0KER just posted!

— sanzu's instagram is a mix of blood, cigarettes, and shitposts. he doesn't typically post pictures of his face. very erratic posting schedule. sometimes he'll go silent for months and then come back and post four pictures at 4 am.

➥ @wakastoner just posted!

— wakasa mainly posts updates when he restocks his supply of weed. most of it is drug paraphernalia, but he occasionally posts photos of his gym and his girlfriend. lots of videos of smoke tricks on his instagram story.

[s4no]

+ feat: shuji hanma, tetta kisaki, hajime kokonoi, seishu inui & kakucho hitto

+ summary: find out what the guys are posting to instagram.

+ a/n: beware my fellow shuji simps... this one's pretty dangerous for us — part one | part two | part three

➥ @R3APER just posted!

— hanma's always showing off his tats on his social media. even so, he rarely posts selfies. most of the photo creds belong to his friends or you. his captions are usually just him musing out loud or song lyrics.

➥ @KisakiTetta just posted!

— kisaki lives a life of luxury. when he's not tied up with business meetings, he's posting all about the fancy dinner parties he attends. most of his followers have no idea what he actually looks like.

➥ @KKHajime just posted!

— kokonoi doesn't post frequently. when he does, it's typically related to gambling in one way or another because he really only gets on social media late at night. has quite a few thirst traps.

➥ @inupii89 just posted!

— catch inui on instagram whenever he's goofing off at dxd. most of the time, his captions are updates on whatever project he's working on. you've seen draken nagging at him to get back to work in the comments.

➥ @Hitto.Cho just posted!

— kakucho's page is full of life. he's always doing something, whether that be going on a hike, working out at the gym, or cooking you a nice dinner. very wholesome experience.

[s4no]

࿐ cw: gn!reader, toxic!mitsuya, manipulation, finger sucking, he’s your boss, mitsuya plays you like a fuckin’ fiddle (’:

"you're a lifesaver, you know."

"flattery won't get you anywhere."

even as you say it, you know it's a lie. mitsuya does too. the only reason you're spending your friday night here at work instead of relaxing at home is because he's such a smooth talker. he always knows the right things to say, how to pull reactions out of you, how to tug at your heartstrings until you're nothing but a puppet acting out the scene he's written just for you.

lavender eyes flicker away from the silk, and you don't have to meet his gaze to know it's directed at you. it's fond, affectionate even. you're his favorite employee, always so obedient and willing to follow orders. he's played it safe with you so far because he doesn't want to give you any reason to quit— but tonight, mitsuya thinks it's finally time to test the waters. he wants to push you a bit, to see if you run away at the first sign of danger.

"stop looking at me, you're going to— ow!" you yank your hand away from the fabric when something pricks your finger and it only takes a second to register it's the needle he's been using to sew the pattern together. you're certain it's a mistake, especially when you see his startled expression.

"shit, my bad." quickly, he sets the needle down and steps around the mannequin, minimizing the distance between the two of you. he has to strike while the iron is hot. "are you bleeding?" his brows are furrowed as he feigns concern, the corners of his lips turned down into a frown to really sell the performance. "here, let me see."

before you can react, his hand reaches out to grasp yours, turning it over with your palm upwards. he can only hope you notice how small your fingers are compared to his, and it seems his hopes aren't in vain because your cheeks dust with the prettiest shade of pink he's ever seen.

"i-it's okay.." he notes your stuttering but refuses to relent. not before he pushes you a little further.

instead, he singles out your index finger so the crimson droplet beaded on the surface of your skin glints in the light. "no, 's not." his voice is dripping with faux sympathy, "allow me." and without another word, mitsuya lifts your hand to his mouth and wraps his lips around the tip of your finger.

your breath hitches as his tongue slowly swirls around the digit. it's not just warm. it's hot. unbearably so, but you can't seem to move. because despite the overwhelming heat, his lilac eyes have you frozen in place, even with the alarm bells ringing inside your head. he's got you— hook, line, and sinker.

delighted, he hums and you can feel the vibrations not just around your finger, but in your cunt as well. it makes your thighs press together and the air feel heavy in your lungs. you're spiraling fast, but it isn't until he starts sucking that you finally crashland. a breathless whimper escapes you, and mitsuya takashi revels in the high that it brings him.

if he wasn't sure before, he's sure now— you will fall for him. that, he guarantees.

[s4no]

i've gotten several asks about the tr playlists i made so i'm just going to post them instead of responding individually !!

♯ draken: friends to lovers

♯ falling for bonten trio

♯ smoking with twin dragons

♯ ran haitani: fwb to lovers

♯ plug! wakasa imaushi

♯ ex-husband! rindou haitani

( individual characters below cut )

♯ manjiro sano ♯ ken ryuuguji ♯ keisuke baji ♯ mitsuya takashi ♯ hanma shuji ♯ kakucho hitto ♯ izana kurokawa ♯ hajime kokonoi ♯ seishu inui ♯ ran haitani ♯ rindou haitani ♯ sanzu haruchiyo ♯ wakasa imaushi

[s4no]

in case you were wondering, no i’m not over this chifuyu 

[s4no]

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