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imo-chan-imagines · 3 years

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heyyyy :)

i hope you have a good day.

i would like to request a part 2 (or maybe more parts)

of the Kambe daisuke str!pclub story.

i love you storys btw <3

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Daisuke × fem!stripper!reader

♡ Sequel to: Eat The Rich ♡

Warnings: 18+, spicy smuttt 🥵, holy water on standby pls, strip club, sex for money, protected sex + mentions of raw sex, close to hate fucking 🤏, maybe some dub-con if you're really squinting but not really, 1 (one) light booty slap lmao, sugar daddy proposal 👀, dark themes, swearing, Daisuke being one cocky son of a biatch lol, request, drabble

A/N: Hello, Anon! Thank you so much for requesting this! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get to it. I had a lot of requests and other content lined up. I hope you like it, though ♡ Please read part 1 first, as the story continues!

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"Fuck," Daisuke hisses. His grimace dissolves into a smirk as he looks up at you.

His view is perfect as he watches you slowly slide up and down on your knees, taking him inside you, inch by inch. He holds your thigh, fingers clutching at your flesh, before running his thumb over the skin.

It's been two months since he first came to the club and made his little 'business proposal'. Now he's a regular, stopping by at least three times a week, just to fuck you – or for you to fuck him. That's how it usually goes.

At least he normally brings condoms with him now. Raw costs him extra. A lot extra.

Not that it isn't enjoyable – fuck, his dick is so good, it's unfair. Like you're ever going to tell him that.

A slap lands on the side of your ass, snapping you back into the moment. It sounded worse than it felt, nice and audible against the curve.

"Attention on me," he says, almost softly. Demanding prick. You narrow your eyes at him.

Fine. If he wants your full attention, that's what he's going to get.

You sit up straighter, rising up onto you knees, and increase the pace of your movements until you're bouncing on is cock, your thighs burning. Your eyes glint in wicked satisfaction as you recognise the frustration in his face as he struggles with himself against the sudden increase in stimulation.

But rather than sink under your determination, he rises to the challenge. He grips your hips for stability, bucking up to meet you every time you fall and swallow his length into your tight, little cunt.

His breaths are rougher, he's less collected. That stupid, supercilious grin is still there, but it's shifted into something more amused. Like he enjoys the competition.

A hand comes up and cups your breast as it bounces, thumbing over your nipple, before he pulls you forwards, enveloping it in his mouth. He licks and sucks.

You feel weak under his touch, but you keep fucking yourself down on him, the tip of his cock reaching so deep inside you that you feel like whining. But when he peers up at you with those icy eyes, his tongue still wrapped around your nipple, you shudder, almost collapsing against him.

The coil in your stomach tightens as he thrusts up into you, your hips grinding desperately into his movements as you chase your high.

"Gonna cum for me, hm?" he coos, too sweetly to be genuine. He chuckles through his ragged breaths, the air cool on your sweat-covered skin, and his voice drops. "Go on, cum for me. Do it."

His fingers find your clit and start making slow, deliberate circles. He's barely been stroking you for more than a few of seconds before you're clinging to his neck and rutting your hips against him as your tight walls squeeze and flutter around his cock.

He muffles his grunts as you cum, gritting his teeth as you fall to pieces against him.

"D...don't fight it," you mumble into his shirt, clutching at the loose tie that's come undone around his neck. "...cum for me too. Wanna feel it." You can feel him throbbing inside you at your words.

He pushes you face-down onto the seat and re-enters you, thrusting at his own pace until his fingers dig into your hips and he spills out inside the rubber with a dissolute groan.

It's only ten minutes later, when you're both redressed, that he speaks again, this time with a business proposal even more ridiculous than the last.

You cock you eyebrow at him. "You want me to what?"

"Quit your job here and come for work me. Just for me." He leans back in the seat the way he always does, taking out a cigar and lighting it with his Zippo.

"What, you afraid I'm fucking my other clients?" you scoff. "They fucking wish they were that rich."

"Is that a no?" he says, in reference to his offer. He snaps the Zippo shut and puffs out a plume of smoke in your direction.

"I didn't say that." It would mean no more creepy losers. No more guys' hands you didn't want on you. No more work. "What would you be then? My sugar daddy?" you tease, smoothing out your dress.

"You could call it that." He draws on the cigar again. "I'll even buy you your own place, if that's what you want. Just keep doing this with me, and I'll pay you more than you could ever need."

"You're already doing that."

"Then I'll pay you even more."

You laugh, but he doesn't, and it shuts you up. There's something odd about his behaviour. He isn't as cocky and smirking as usual. It's almost affectionate, but you tell yourself 'posessive' is more likely the ticket.

"Well?" he asks, tilting his head to the side.

Well. There was only one answer a girl like you could give to an offer like that. Right?

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straycat-writes · 4 years

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Can I request a jealous haru or daisuke with a s/o? 👀

territorial (daisuke kanbe)

Daisuke Kanbe has everything, everything a person could ever desire. Charisma, smarts, blindingly good looks, and more money than anyone should ever be allowed to have, He doesn’t have anything to feel threatened about, right? Right?

“And you’re there was no one in the office when you left?” you asked, jotting down important details in your notepad.

The sleazy looking film director shook his head, “Absolutely sure, sweetheart.”

A vein popped up on Daisuke’s forehead. This was the third time in a row when this useless scumbag had used some inappropriately intimate nickname to refer to you, and Daisuke was this close to losing it.

How convenient, he thought, that Haru had to choose this particular day to fall sick and take a leave. As a result, you had been the one to end up accompanying him to this case, investigating the murder of a popular local actress. This asshole director in front of you was the one who was directing her latest movie.

“O-oh.” You faltered slightly at his words, shyly tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, “Well, thank you so much for your time, Mr. – “

“Yes, thank you for your time.” Daisuke cut in briskly, taking the notepad from your hand and pocketing it, before gripping your wrist, “If you don’t mind, we have other, more important matters to attend to.”

You gave him a surprised look, “Wait, Daisu – “

“Let’s go, baby.”

With that, he stalked out of the man’s office, all but dragging you behind him. It wasn’t until you had reached the elevators that you finally managed to free yourself from his grip.

“What the hell, Daisuke!?”

He turned to face you, the usual nonchalant expression back on his face, “What?”

“That’s not how you behave with a potential witness! Do you know how much crucial information you might have costed us?”

“I honestly have no idea.” He shrugged, stepping in behind you as the elevator doors opened, “But it couldn’t have been worth more than a million. Five million?”

You pressed the button for the ground floor, and turned around to face him with an incredulous look on your face, “That’s not even the poi – “

In an instant, the air was knocked out of your lungs as he pushed you up against the wall of the elevator, and you let out a small gasp. One of his hands trailed down the side of your hip, while the other lightly held your chin and tilted it up.

His steely eyes narrowed at you, “Did you not see how that scumbag was leering at you?”

“R-really? I didn’t – “ you swallowed hard. Your face felt hot, and words refused to form in any coherent manner in your head. With him standing so awfully close to you, it was hard to even think straight

“I cannot stand anyone looking at you like that.” He growled, his grip on your hp tightening a little, “You’re mine, and I’m only one who’s allowed to that.”

His nose brushed against yours, one of his knees jammed in between your legs and you gasped, “It’s – it’s not like that, Daisuke. You don’t have to – “

His lips crashing on to yours never let you complete your sentence, and even though the kiss was bruising and made you see stars, you still couldn’t help being a little miffed about being cut off yet again. The kiss was bruising and passionate, and yet also filled with a strange kind of longing. One of his hands carded through your hair, while your own gripped the lapels of his coat tightly.

You ran out of breath just before the elevator doors opened. Panting and red-faced, you looked at him with wide eyes. He gave you a small, lopsided smirk, wiping the corner of your lips with his thumb, before shoving his hands into his pockets and walking out.

“Daisuke, wait!” You blinked, before running to catch up with him. Once you did, you held on to his sleeve and gave him a teasing smile, “I did know you could get so jeal - “

“Oh God, don’t say it...”

You laughed, “Jealous.”

“Territorial.” He corrected. As the two of you continued to walk towards the car, he took one hand out of the pocket and intertwined it with yours, pulling you a little closer.

#daisuke kanbe #daisuke kanbe x reader #daisuke kambe x reader #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #fkbu #drabble #scenario

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ecclectricity · 4 years

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We need not mourn the dead, they are already gone. Mourn those who survive them - they need yet endure their absence.

Daisuke never understood the idea that ignorance is bliss.

As someone privy to all information at the flick of a wrist, the concept of someone being better off not knowing something had always baffled him. The thing that had finally wrested him from his monochromatic life had been a pursuit of knowledge - a truth that the powers of the universe had seen fit to keep from him. And in learning that truth, he finally reached a conclusion:

Ignorance. . . had its perks.

No, no, that wasn’t strictly true, but as he walked up to the building ( clinical inside and out, a single floor for accessibility, but built on a private beach for the veneer of privacy and luxury - a perfect place to hide someone who wasn’t supposed to exist, view and anonymity ), he could nearly understand the appeal. Two weeks ago, the idea of seeing this man again turned his blood caustic, built in the back of his throat. Today?

Well, his stomach was still turning. Just in a very different way.

Daisuke thought he heard Katou speak - maybe he was trying to do that thing he did for all of their ( Katou’s - you resigned ) coworkers: offering a kind word of support, despite their tenuous navigation of partnership up until now. It wasn’t that he wasn’t appreciative, but the sound of his own blood in his ears melded with the surf, his eyes drawn to the beginning dredges of the setting sun glistening off steel blue cinder blocks and distorted one-way glass. Katou may have noticed how one-track Daisuke’s mind could get. And this was one thing that, despite strong urges to permit himself to do, he was not going to pass up.

He blinked, and found himself within the compound - his body had moved without him. The inside was as impersonal as the outside. Even the staff donned the most basic of scrubs, the most utilitarian of resources. He half expected that his grandmother might have been more profligate in the care of her son, he thought with no small amount of ire. From what the staff was telling him though, the expense would be unnecessary. What were finaries to someone who could not appreciate them?

“Now, please don’t be disheartened. We have been taking exemplary care of your father all this time, but I do feel I should warn you of his state. You see-”

Unresponsive to all but the most extreme of situations for years, prone to fits of panic and unrest, nary a glint of recognition at even the closest of family members ( what a way to find out not only had she hidden him, let Daisuke believe the panicked and simple explanations of an impetuous child, but she’d visited him without a word- ). The odds were slim that Daisuke would even meet his eye, let alone hear his voice.

Oddly, that wouldn’t be much of a change from the last two decades. In all ways other now than physical, his father was a corpse.

The doctor loomed by the door, and Daisuke could recognize how unnerved he was. The scion of the Kambe family wasn’t supposed to know this place existed, let alone access it. How to behave, what would be acceptable; he was used to watching that expression, the bow and scrape of those trying to curry his favor. He wasn’t here for the doctor, hadn’t even bothered to read his name tag - there would be no favor for that man.

Instead, Daisuke swallowed the lump that had formed unbeknownst to him in his throat ( what for, nothing’s going to happen, this won’t mean anything, it changes nothing, you’re being foolish- ) and reached for the door. Steadily, just as he’d been instructed- no quick or unpredictable movements, no loud sounds-, he turned the handle. He slid into the doorway and clicked it gently shut behind him.

Shigemaru’s back was to him. Seated as he was in that wheelchair, the window let in light just enough to frame him with a halo of sunlight that bounced off the waved just beyond his window. Daisuke wanted to spare a look around the room - he had every intention of doing so, especially since he could see from beyond his periphery that this was the room where opulence had been allowed ( perhaps to try to suss out the man within the shell? Or to simply offer comfort - he didn’t know what the thought process was ). But he found himself stuck on the visage in a way he hadn’t been back in Lab 3, seeing that familiar face long thought dead. This wasn’t the vindicated anger he’d felt before, the kick down the pitch he needed to push just a little more to find his answers. There was no accomplishment here. Rooted to the spot, Daisuke thought he was being pulled by two strings in his heart - apprehension and grief.

He hadn’t mourned when he was told his father had passed in near tandem with his mother. Daisuke knew what he’d seen, and for the few days following, he would not spare the tears- he pestered and poked and practically plagued his grandmother with his, as she referred to them, baseless accusations, his insistence that he knew what father did. She would hear none of it, and by the time that the investigation had reached his home, he’d been extricated. ‘In his grief’, she had cited, it had been deemed best for him to be ‘cared for in England with family’. His exasperation, resentment grew over the next few years, curdling from patience to apathy as the idea of ever convincing someone, finding that justice for his mother became nothing more than a blip on the horizon. Only one person had ever trusted him, endorsed his ideas.

And it was partially thanks to her that he was here, in a way. It wasn’t an ideal solution, and reconciling it against nineteen years of vexation and vitriol was not so easily done. It was obvious and incomprehensible why his chest seemed to want to cave in on itself ( even beyond the still mending broken ribs ).

Daisuke was uncertain if he had stared for thirty seconds or minutes by the time he summoned the courage ( damn it all ), the determination to cross the room. If this were a movie, it’d be a touching reunion- despite his years of acrid resentment, he was ready to accept his father and be a family, and through those sincere feelings of love, his father would awaken and the sunset would glow behind them and their fond tears. . . sounded like something Katou would watch.

Reality wasn’t so rose-tinted, and Daisuke grabbed the chair from the clearly unused desk, tugged it into place, and took a seat with his back to the window, facing his father.

His father. . .

Daisuke’s memory was hardly photorealistic, not blessed in the way Suzue was, but his parents’ were faces he would never be able to forget. Despite that, Hattori looked more like Shigemaru than his own flesh and blood. It was as though his face had been shorn off to create that mask Hattori had donned, replaced instead with the mask, the remnants that his own mother’s actions had left him with. And somehow, Daisuke found a bit of comfort in the unrecognizability of it all. A thin veil from the reality he was being battered with wasn’t a bad thing.

For a long moment, Daisuke simply watched him. And stewed. Where previously he had understanding in his emotions, a quiet in his unreset, that equilibrium began to stir.

“I suppose I should say something.”

His words were a gunshot in a monastery.

Shigemaru didn’t flinch.

“Perhaps not.”

His heart twisted, and it felt for a moment like the room was starting to bend and bow. If he weren’t sitting, perhaps it would have been an issue. But as he stared at the unmoving face of his father ( he knew- they had told him and he knew ), it was as if his body, after nineteen years, had finally started to learn the process of grieving. What perplexed and frustrated him was what he was grieving.

Sayuri Kambe was dead, and her justice had been dealt. Nothing he had done, could ever do, would fix that.

Shigemaru Kambe wasn’t. And somehow, he was just as much a victim as Sayuri, even more than Daisuke himself: they both had died on that day.

And that had taken everything from him.

A father was supposed to teach their son. If Daisuke had known, if he had taken a few steps into that room, perhaps he could have learned, changed the unbearable present he now needed to navigate. If just a small step could have changed this, enlightened him. . . Daisuke could have had a father.

He could have taught him how to tie his own tie instead of Suzue, who finally caught him fumbling with it at the start of year six. He could have shown him which scotch was actually decent instead of just a price on a bottle ( his father had always seemed to know that sort of thing ). He could have shown Daisuke how to dress in an austere, classy way without being garish or pompous - trust him, the start of secondary had been a testament to needing that lesson quicker than he’d gotten it, though he imagined he’d found a healthy middle by now. He could have taught him how to impress women ( men? Would that conversation have ever come up? Would they have been close enough, would it have mattered to Shigemaru? ). He could have taught him to take over the Kambe family with earnestness and devotion rather than the resignation that no one else, nor likely himself, was dutifully qualified for the position.

He was supposed to have fought with him, scolded him for being selfish and irresponsible with their wealth, taught him how to have an argument and still manage to come back together despite it ( that was what he meant to happen, wasn’t it. . .? What he’d thought that night would be. . .? )

Shigemaru Kambe should have been his father.

Shigemaru Kambe was a husk.

And Daisuke was just as helpless and impudent as he had been at eight, but ignorance had matured into wisdom to know now that this was something he could never remedy.

He was gripping his pant leg hard enough that the burns on his hand were starting to hurt more than the nails through the fabric of his suit pants. Daisuke focused, bit down on his lip harder than he strictly should have to stop that incessant wobbling, and adjusted his gloves with a wince. This was getting neither of them anywhere.

Standing, Daisuke felt his limited balance in the wake of everything catching up with him, reaching back to steady himself on his chair. Maybe Suzue was right. Coming here wasn’t helpful when he didn’t even know what he wanted from it. But he’d needed to know, to affirm with his own eyes. . . for some reason. Maybe later he could look back and feel better about this moment.

Right now, he felt uncommonly faint, the churning in his stomach doing no assist to his carefully doctored composure.

Stiffly, Daisuke stood, adjusting his tie, before offering a bow. “I hope I haven’t taken up too much of your time. . . Kambe Shigemaru.” Can’t say it to him, can you? Coward. After all of the time resenting him, calling him father felt disingenuous and disrespectful.

He stood. He took a deep, purposeful breath through his nose. He took two steps-

Something caught his wrist.

Startled, he paused, peering down. Shigemaru’s left hand had caught the edge of his suit jacket, and while the force on it was minuscule, there was the barest of a grip. Daisuke felt as if the room had begun hurtling through space, blurring around him. He wasn’t supposed to recognize anything that had happened, he never reacted or responded, that’s what they’d told him. This wouldn’t be some movie magic or heartfelt reconciliation, it was reality and it was-

“Say. . . Sayuri. . .”

Cruel. And purposelessly so.

Shigemaru’s hand dropped listlessly against the arm of his chair, and Daisuke could almost make out the muttered words, “Looks just. . . just like my. . .”

Of all the things he resented his grandmother for, he was appalled and insurmountably aggrieved to know that what could have been his father - the real one, one whose only crime had been grief and allegiance to a family prepared to bloody themselves for greed and impunity - was among them. That was something he could never have back, despite his proximity. He hadn’t been this close to his father in nineteen years, but the chasm between them stretched further than it had in twenty-seven. The bridge wasn’t burned, it was surgically removed, the ground on the far side buckled and cracked until it was so beyond repair that no amount of stabilization could remedy it.

Daisuke closed his eyes, steeled his breath. He took five seconds to collect himself.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

. . .

He opened his eyes. “Goodbye.”

The door opened easily, and Daisuke did not bother to stick around to brief the doctor on his family reunion. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he made a bee-line to the entrance.

It was like succor to the parched, opening the door from that sterile building and bathing himself in the warmth of the setting sun yet again. A smell of salt and brine had never been so inviting, and it felt like the very act of leaving the building had severed an unknown chain that had tied him so tight that every sinew relaxed. The faint feeling came back for a moment, wafting over him in the wake of the tension leaving, but another deep breath and a lean against the wall for a spell remedied it well enough. He was free, in a way. There was certainly one shackle of his history still tethered to him- he could tell from the cold spot in his chest that remained despite the sun and the distant sight of his partner in the distance. But he supposed that was just his burden to bear.

His balance still fought with him as he stepped pointed from one rock to the next, picking his way from the grassy hill to the beach where Katou stood.

“Were you able to meet him?” Katou asked.

“No.” The reply left him before he could reconcile that he was speaking, but it was no less true. He’d simply attended a wake, nothing more.

He spared one glance back. Just the one. He could give himself that.

And then he moved on. He’d never been able to accept ignorance.

Just once, maybe he regretted his diligence.

#;; m - Kambe Daisuke #// that struck nerves { musings }#// a story that begged telling { drabble }#// drabble - Ignorance #fkbu #fkbu fic #kambe daisuke #millionaire detective #millionaire detective: balance unlimited #balance unlimited #daisuke kambe #shigemaru kambe #kambe shigemaru #{ panic noises - }

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gabzlovesu · 2 years

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TW: FLASH!

✧ 700 FOLLOWERS EVENT ✧

700. Followers. WOW! I love and cherish every single one of you, and i just want to say thank you for sticking around. Aside from the fact that there are this many of you, I'm surprised that I still have this blog up and running. I thought about quitting so many times but you are all my motivation to keep going, especially the ones who interact or always show love when I post something new — yes, I notice you! So again, thank you, I love you, and you all mean the world to me. Enough sappy stuff, let's get into the juicy details of this event shall we?

Since our lucky number is 7, this event is based on the 7 Deadly Sins! For the entire week of March 6th-12th I will post a drabble each day at 5:00 pm CST. That's right, 7 sinful drabbles over the course of 7 days! You can also expect to see some new characters that I've never written before as I try to expand my horizons. The following fandoms will be included: jjk, fkbu (balance unlimited), kny, mha, and get schooled/true education.

EVENT LINEUP:

3.6.22 — pride [nanami]

3.7.22 — greed [daisuke]

3.8.22 — lust [rengoku]

3.9.22 — envy [ukai]

3.10.22 — gluttony [fat gum]

3.11.22 — wrath [hwajin na]

3.12.22 — sloth [giyu]

#700 followers event #WEEK OF SINS #jjk #fkbu #kny #mha #get schooled #true education #milestone event #tw: flashing images

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lordkambe · 4 years

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Hello! If you’re currently writing for FKBU would you mind doing some headcanons or a scenario (whatever you’re comfortable with) of Daisuke with a s/o who plays video games sometimes and he gets jealous because her and Haru tend to have gaming competitions and they’re getting a little too close for his liking? If not then I understand. I love your writing! Keep up the great work <3

🧸 title, type: tournament, short drabble, 804 words.

🧸 character, fandom, type of reader: haru kato, daisuke kambe, balance unlimited: millionaire detective, gender neutral reader.

🧸 genre, rating: fluff (?)

🧸 themes, triggers: light cursing

🧸 author’s note: hello ! i’m not familiar with video games so i apologize if the lingo i use isn’t correct. i tried my best to come up with a cute scenario, i like to think that jealous daisuke can act like a little baby lol. i hope that you enjoyed this, thank you so much for not only requesting but your kind words !

the afternoon mall trip was planned; daisuke was looking forward to making some purchases for himself and you as well. you decided to join your boyfriend because moments like these didn’t come to you often. with both of your busy schedules it was hard to make the time and even when you did, the two of you opted to stay at home and simply relax.

the mall at this time was loosely packed mostly occupied by families and couples like yourself. the two of you walked arm and arm and daisuke told you about his day. walking past one of the general stores you noticed something in the window display. your feet came to a halt and because of it the arm you had around daisuke escaped. he looked back at you in confusion,

“did you find something you like?” he already began reaching for his wallet. your eyes remained on the window display. it was a figure from a video game you played with haru.

“this is haru’s favorite character. we have to get it. his birthday is coming up.”

daisuke stood beside you in order to look at the figure. it was expensive, not that it mattered to him, what did is if haru deserved it or not. daisuke clicked his tongue to which you greeted with a whine.

“come on! he’s your superior. even your grandmother said you should treat him kindly.” your hand fell on the lapel of daisuke’s suit coat. you looked up at him with pleading eyes before you pouted out an elongated, “pleaaaase?”

“fine.” he said with a roll of his eye. “but i’m not doing it for him. i’m doing it for you.”

you took the win. a couple of days after your purchase, haru had invited you and daisuke to his place. when you arrived to his apartment you carried the neatly wrapped gift in your hands with utmost caution.

“y/n. it’s not a baby.” daisuke joked.

in a sarcastic tone you responded, “haha, you’re so funny.”

the door bell rang and haru welcomed to the two of you in his home. he noticed the gift immediately but didn’t mention it until daisuke and yourself had entered past the threshold. haru scratched the back of his neck, “don’t tell me that’s for me.”

daisuke spoke ahead of you, “who else would it be for?” you gently slap his shoulder. “of course it’s for you. your birthday is coming up. we” you placed a great deal of emphasis on ‘we’ “got it for you.”

“you shouldn’t have, really.” haru took the gift in his hands and bowed to the two of you shortly afterward. gently he placed the gift elsewhere. “i’ll open the gift after dinner and our tournament.”

“tournament?” daisuke questioned.

“you didn’t tell him?” haru asked you.

“you think he’d come if i did?” you responded while removing your jacket.

after the pleasantries the three of you sit at the table and enjoy dinner. you share drinks, stories, and laughter. the bond the three of you shared was a true display of friendship. the love you had for daisuke as your boyfriend and the compassion you shared with haru as friends was unbeatable. there’s no place you’d rather be than here. dinner ended faster than the two of you had anticipated. daisuke decided to take a step outside and enjoy his cigar which allowed you and haru to began preparing for your tournament.

haru began stretching his arms and you looked at him with a humorous expression riddled across your features. “it’s not that serious, kato.” you said with a breathy chuckle. he responded to you with only an annoyed look in his eye. the tournament began.

now in the middle of the game play things were beginning to heat up as they always did with haru. both of you were at the edge of your seats gripping your controller. a slew of curse words left both of your mouths and were only muffled by the cans of beer that started to grow around you.

daisuke returned from his smoke break to see the two of you on haru’s couch. both of you were sitting far to close for daisuke’s comfort. he looked at the two of you with disdain --- jealously even. it doesn’t hit you, you’re too into the game to notice your surroundings.

daisuke walked towards you two and planted his frame right between the two of you. haru tore from your side and he let out a loud, annoyed groan. “kambe! what the fuck?”

“would you rather have me unplug the game?”

haru and yourself both respond in unison, “no!”

“okay then.” daisuke said swinging his arm around you and pushing haru further to the side.

“beat his ass, y/n.” daisuke encouraged.

“i plan on it.” you respond with a wink.

#daisuke x reader #daisuke kambe x reader #haru kato x reader #haru x reader #fkbu x reader #fkbu #millionaire detective x reader #daisuke kambe #haru kato #tm.#dk.#hk.#fluff.

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goldmacaron · 4 years

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Stupid, Brave

I actually wrote this little something way before ep 9, but I believe it would fit the current storyline too so I added a few more parts and decided to post it. We love angst don't we? I believe this counts as a drabble? I have no idea, I just write stuff. Anyway, here go with some tragic DaiHaru. English is not my native language, so please bear with the poor writing and possible mistakes!

Characters: Kambe Daisuke, Kato Haru

Anime: FKBU

Genre: angst, tragedy

TW: blood, major character death

"Hold me... Close... You bastard..."

He's bleeding. It's pooling under him and his hands are soaking in thick red fluids. He doesn't move, he can't, he can do as much as just staring into golden eyes.

He's dying.

"You are an idiot, Inspector."

Daisuke heard his own voice, far and strained, like it's not his own.

"Of course I am." Haru coughed and blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Just hold me, I need to feel..."

"You will be fine." Daisuke insisted, tears making his voice tremble. "Ambulance is on the way-"

"I don't think I'll make it, partner." Haru's voice was weak, he was losing him. "I'm sorry."

"No, don't say that!" Daisuke snapped and pulled Haru even closer to him, like he wanted to pour life back into his limp body. "You'll be fine, you have to be..."

"Daisuke..." Haru could only whisper at this point. "Hold me until I leave..."

Daisuke felt the body in his arm trembling and then...

Nothing.

"Haru?" Daisuke looked at his partner's face with horror. There was no sign of light and life in those amber eyes anymore.

Daisuke knew he was no more.

"I held you..." Whispered the ravenette, broken, into ears that couldn't hear anymore.

"I held you... Why couldn't you hold on too?"

He cried as he embraced him, tears dropping on the body of his stupid, brave partner.

#fugou keiji balance: unlimited #fkbu #daiharu #the millionare detective balance: unlimited #fugou keiji balance unlimited #daisuke kambe #kato haru #kambe daisuke #mine #daiharu fanfic #fkbu fanfic

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semis-gf · 4 years

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ㅤೄྀ࿐ req rules

⤷ dont send the same req to other writers unless i state i wont write it

⤷ nothing explicit, simply because im not confident with it

⤷ be patient! i have a life outside of tumblr.

⤷ if you request more than one character, the hcs will be shorter. for a more in depth work, request one character and specify if you want hcs or a drabble

⤷ i only write character x reader [multiple characters is fine!]

⤷ ill try my best to make the reader gender neutral

how to request

⤷ tell me what character/s you want

⤷ tell me if you want hcs or a drabble

⤷ be polite

⤷ try to sound excited! if you dont, im not going to feel excited to finish your request, and generally, peoples content is free, so be appreciative.

things i wont write

⤷ self harm

⤷ major character death

⤷ rape

⤷ stuff related to other mental illnesses

⤷ emergency requests

what i write for

⤷ haikyuu [ manga & anime ]

⤷ bnha [ anime ]

⤷ bungou stray dogs [ anime ]

⤷ kimestu no yaiba [ manga & anime ]

⤷ fkbu [ anime ]

#📻.talks

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nochungguk · 4 years

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- masterlist of sorts

ao3

bts:

mornings with you | taekook oneshot | 627 words

i will stay by your side | taekook one shot | 962 words

riches and riches | taekook one shot | 1.3k words

mo dao zi shi (mdzs) / the untamed:

indulgence (fuck me senseless) | wangxian oneshot | 3.2k words

let us be happy, let us heal | jiang cheng 2020 birthday entry | 4.7k words

steal you away | wangxian one shot (lwj bday fic!) | 5k words

honey dripping over my imagination (blooming in the night) | wangxian one shot | 6.3k words

fkbu / balance unlimited:

heaven and back | daiharu oneshot ; 10.5k

‘till the daylight | daiharu oneshot | 1.9k

red and black, white and gold | daiharu oneshot | 2.5k

tian guan ci fu (tgcf) / heaven official’s blessing:

that night and its between | hualian oneshot | 1.1k words

drabbles

bts:

taekook au where jeongguk's the corporate heir of a super known & dangerous gang & taehyung's his cute pastle loving boyfriend

taekook college au

post breakup taekook

taekook campus couple where tae is the student body president & gguk is the head cheerleader

gguk likes to wear skirts & tae adores him

gguk in crop tops

taekook x mdzs

haikyuu x taekook

gguk is kuroo & tae is tsukki

gguk is kags & tae is oikawa

haikyuu:

bokuaka barista / coffee shop au

iwaoi canon compliant / headcanon (one of those two i'm not sure i apologize)

mo dao zi shi (mdzs) / the untamed:

wangxian au where makeup influencer!wwx & model!lwj

socmed au/s

— they’re transferred on my twitter !! go follow me there while you’re are it 🥰

#masterlist #ao3 #drabbles #aus #fics

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 3 years

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FKBU DRABBLE!! FKBU DRABBLE!! 🙏🙏🙏🙏

[ please? ]

((Well good morning to you too, Anon. Sure, I don't mind writing one for you of this. The anime is pretty sweet so yeah. I'll do that for ya. Give me a few days and it will be up. <3))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

#OOC #scattered silver rose petals #ask answered #mun answered #Silver butterfly mun #Peahen mom #the mansion owner #already got a request for this one. That was fast. :3 #anon

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sharyok · 3 years

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my new proyect!!

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imo-chan-imagines · 3 years

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Daisuke + Voyeurism + Edging | FKBU Drabble Request

Daisuke × fem!reader

♡ Read Haru's request ♡

Prompt 27: 👀 VOYEURISM 👀

Prompt 20: 🍬 EDGING 🍬

Warnings: 18+, smut, voyeurism/exhibitionism, masturbation, teasing, begging, edging + orgasm control/denial game, overstimulation, dom Daisuke, DDLG dynamics, he's a little bit mean 😭, pet names, implied raw sex, I mention you're his whore once oops 🙈, request, 500 followers event, drabble

A/N: This is the second half of a previous anonymous request for my event (first part linked up top!) This is an idea that has literally been living rent free in my head before you even suggested it, so 😈 I also added a DDLG dynamic that wasn't specified...hope that's okay 👉👈 Anyway, please enjoy ♡

• EVENT CLOSED •

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

"Thought you could satisfy yourself without me, is that it?" Daisuke leans back against the doorframe, his eyes running over your body, exposed and quivering. "But you couldn't. Isn't that right?"

He's so composed that, looking at him, you'd never have thought he was in the middle of watching you touch yourself, his own name having been purred from your lips just moments before.

"D-Daisuke, please-"

"No, baby. You broke the rules," he says coldly. You bite your lip, the pang of guilt being swallowed by your arousal.

Daisuke shifts from the doorway, sitting himself down in the chair at the other end of the room, directly opposite the foot of the bed. He'd have a good view from there.

"If you want to be a big girl and get off all by yourself, without Daddy's help, then go ahead," he says sarcastically, leaning back comfortably in the chair.

"N-No, I can't. I want you-"

"No, you wanted your fingers," he retorts. "If you'd really wanted me, you'd have waited like a good girl."

"No! I-I'll be good!" you sniffle, pressing your knees together in an attempt to hide your shame.

"Is that a promise?" he asks sternly. You nod. "Open your legs." You hesitate, before spreading them open, turning your face away. "Keep going. Touch yourself."

"But-!"

You're cut off by the look he gives you, and gingerly snake your fingers down to your pussy, encircling your clit.

"Now, be a good girl," he says, eyes transfixed on your glistening pussy as you play with yourself. "And don't cum without my permission. Then I'll consider satisfying you."

"Y-Yes, Daddy," you mewl.

He can't hide his smirk as he watches you submit to him, fucking yourself with your own fingers at his command. He's enjoying it little too much, which shows as he starts lazily palming himself through his pants.

Your body's burning up, faster than usual, with his eyes on you like that. Every gasp and whimper you make sounds louder, every swirl and pump of your fingers is more stimulating.

Your hips rock into your plunging fingers, sucking your digits all the way in to the knuckles, as the stubborn knot that had refused to snap while on your own, tightens at an alarming rate.

You look up at Daisuke, your fingers getting faster, eyes begging for him to give you permission. But he just grins, smugly.

When it dawns on you, you force yourself to stop, panting as your potential climax subsides with an afterburn.

"W-Why didn't you let me cum?" you whine, your slick dripping down the insides of your thighs.

His finger rests above his top lip. "I didn't feel like it. Now, baby, I didn't say you could stop. Keep going."

You blink at him a few times before settling back into the pillow, and start hesitantly stroking yourself once more, your clit and folds warm and puffy under your juices.

Once again, you build up to your orgasm, feeling lewd and exposed under his gaze. And once again, just as you're about to cum, he refuses to say those all important words.

With a pathetic whine, you tear your fingers from your throbbing pussy, thrashing and mewling in frustration.

He chuckles quietly.

You're aching. Sensitive. Dripping. Just begging to filled up and satisfied, to get that release.

But as you look back at Daisuke, still casually stroking his thick cock as it strains against his slacks, your stomach drops at the realisation: you won't be cumming any time soon.

Sometimes it really sucks to be right.

Sure enough, he keeps telling you to keep going. And every time you near your climax, he withholds his permission, forcing you to leave yourself unsatisfied and quivering from overstimulation, until it's physically painful to keep going and you can think of nothing else.

But if you want him to give you your release, to fuck you like his dirty, little whore, then you have to keep going.

"What a good, little girl you've been," Daisuke smirks, while you're in the process of getting close to the edge of your orgasm for the seventh time. "Fucking your little hole for Daddy, and not cumming without permission."

He stops the movements of his hand over his throbbing cock, afraid he might cum too quickly if he keeps going.

"Just one more thing before you get your reward, baby," he says, pausing and listening to your trembling breaths and moans. "Beg."

You part your lips compliantly, but your words are trapped in your throat.

"I said, beg."

"P-Please..." you whimper. "Please let me c-cum." It's hard to think of words when you're focusing on not unravelling.

"I think you can do better than that, baby," he whispers, enjoying the sight of you squirming. "Try a little harder."

"Please, D-Daddy. I...I wanna cum." Your body starts convulsing as you desperately try to fight it. "Please let me cum! I-Iwanna cum for you. P-Please! I'll be a good girl from now on! Please, just let me c-cum!"

"Now, that's more like it," he coos, standing up and sauntering over to the side of the bed. "Okay, baby, go ahead. You can cum."

As the words pass his lips, your control caves in, releasing the floodgate and sending the tingling ecstasy surging and shuddering through your body, stronger and deeper than any orgasm you've felt before.

He thinks your whines of thanks as you spasm around your own fingers are adorable.

As your high subsides, and the rutting of your hips begins to slow, he starts to undress, tossing his clothes onto the chair and crawls onto the bed, gently taking your face in his hands.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, baby," he hushes, his thumb running over your bottom lip before placing a kiss on your forehead. "You did so well. You want your reward now, hm?"

You nod, your pupils blown wide. "Yes please, Daddy."

Daisuke sits back, rubbing his cock between your creamy folds and coating himself in your slick, before aligning himself with your entrance.

"Don't worry, baby," he says, with a grin. "I'm going to give you all the orgasms you missed."

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imo-chan-imagines · 3 years

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Eat The Rich | FKBU Drabble

Daisuke × fem!stripper!reader

♡ Read the sequel: VIP Treatment ♡

Warnings: 18+, spicy smuttt 🥵, get the holy water mah gals, blowjob, strip club, sex for money, implied raw sex, maybe some dub-con if you're really squinting but not really, dark themes, swearing, Daisuke being one cocky son of a biatch lol, drabble

Song: Such A Whore (instru.) – JVLA/Stellular Remix

A/N: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the darker side of Daisuke. Yet another idea that has been living rent-free in the dark back-alleys of my brain. Song is optional, I just vibe with it. Again, my drabbles aren't as edited as my regs. So soz. Anywayyys, enjoy 🤑

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

"HEUSC – transfer another ten thousand to Miss Y/L/N's account," says Daisuke, leaning back against the red, velvet cushions of the private room, your lips currently wrapped around the veiny shaft of his cock.

The deep thuds of the music outside sound faint and muffled through the walls, filling the silence alongside the lewd slurps and panting breaths coming from your mouth.

It wasn't supposed to happen. You're a stripper. The club has rules, and 'No touching' – well, that's the simplest fucking rule there is. And yet, here you are.

And why?

Well, sure, he was cute. That, and he had a lot of money to throw at you. More than you'd ever seen in your life, and that was saying something.

After about twenty minutes of shaking your ass and tits for him, going through the motions with yet another corporate daddy with an obscene amount of money to throw away and zero fucks to give, he'd spoken for the first time all night.

"How about we make it a little hotter in here?"

He'd gestured with a thick roll hundred dollar bills between his first and second fingers, an unbelievably cocky glint behind his eyes that you read like a picture book.

You'd stared at the money before snapping your eyes back to his and giving the cocky son of a bitch the dirtiest stink eye you could muster.

"That's not how this works," you'd sassed.

He'd almost laughed, meeting your gaze head on and refusing to back down.

"Of course it is."

The money kept rising, one thing lead to another, and now here you are, disappointing your parents even further than you thought possible, and breaking every rule in the book, by getting down on your knees and sucking his throbbing cock like it's the most delicious thing you've ever tasted.

And it is – well, as far as cocks go, anyway. I mean, dont think he hasn't noticed how wet you're getting just sucking him off.

He looks down at you, self-satisfied, enjoying the show as you hollow out your cheeks and take his whole length down your throat, running your tongue along the underside as you bob your head back and forth, trying not to gag.

His dark, lusting eyes burn a hole in the top of your head. Hardly a stifled moan or pleasured breath escapes his mouth, and yet you can tell he's enjoying it. You know from the way his cock reacts, flinching and pulsing to the sensation and pressure of your tongue.

He's experienced. You can feel he's not even close to cumming yet, when he motions for you to stop.

You let the dark, swollen tip slip out of your mouth with a pop, and lick your lips, your hands slowly rubbing circles around his inner thighs.

"Get up here," he orders flatly.

You don't move, coyly fluttering your eyelashes at him.

"Fine," he grins, realising just how well he's managed to train you. "HEUSC – transfer another ten thousand."

You bite your lip as the transaction goes through, rising slowly up onto his thighs, one leg hugging either side of his hips. You gently cradle his cock with your fingers in the gap between your unequally clothed bodies.

It's hot. Pulsing. Still wet and sticky from your mouth.

You shift slightly, and a strand of slavia or precum strings out from the tip after your bare abdomen accidentally connects with it.

Pressed up against him like that, your pussy drips and pools in his lap, staining the expensive fabric. But he doesn't seem to mind.

In fact, he seems to like it. Relish it, even.

His arms stretch out along the curved back of the seating, that same, smug grin twisting the corners his lips. It makes you want to kiss him messily, shove your tongue down his throat and bite down on his lip, just for the hell of it.

"Good. Now," he says calmly, not making a move. "You're going to take me inside that eager, little pussy of yours. Raw, and I'll throw in an extra fifty thousand."

You mull it over for a second, but barely even that.

You rise up on your knees, nibbling the grin on your lips as you attempt to tease him by allowing the head of his cock to dip shallowly into the slick of your entrance.

"Mmm," he hums, the vibrations ricocheting up your spine. "It's time for you really start earning my money."

Hey– in for a penny, in for a pound. Right?

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imo-chan-imagines · 3 years

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Can I request two characters? First, Haru with 🍒, with the reader being the virgin please. Like a gentle patient Haru guiding the reader through every step. 😭 And for Daisuke, voyeurism/edging pleaseeeee. Reader is touching herself and thinking about Daisuke when he walks in. Proceeds to tell the reader to keep going but not letting her cum she really begs. Then obviously there’s a round two after. 😂😂😂 Thank you so much!! Congrats on 500 followers! :)

Haru + Losing Virginity | FKBU Drabble

Haru × virgin!fem!reader

♡ Read Daisuke's request ♡

Prompt 5: 🍒 LOSING VIRGINITY 🍒

Warnings: 18+, smut, virgin reader, losing virginity, soft and guiding Haru, lots and lots of kissing, protected sex, oral, fingering, nipple play, bit of mutual possessiveness, dash of fluff 🥺, implied aftercare, request, 500 followers event, drabble

A/N: Hello, lovely!! Thank you so much for requesting my boys 🥺 Whoops, this ended up kind of long 😳 Since this is a two part request, I'll post the other one separately and hyperlink it back to this one, okay? Stay tuned!

The event is now closed, so I'm not accepting any more event requests, but I will keep posting all the requests I received before before deadline. Anyway, enjoy ♡

• EVENT CLOSED •

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

"And you're sure you want this?" asks Haru, cupping your face with his hand. It was the fourth time he'd asked that since he got back to your apartment.

You press a soft, almost chaste kiss on his lips. "Yes, Haru. I'm sure."

That kiss makes his heart beat wildly. It's almost painful how much he wants you, but he doesn't want to hurt you. Ever. He wants to protect you. Make you feel safe. Loved.

He swallows, his throat drying out as it fully dawns on him that he'll be your first time.

"Alright." There's an awkward pause. "I'll be gentle, okay? And tell me if you want to stop. I won't mind. I want you to feel safe and enjoy yourself."

You nod, your heart swelling. He holds your jaw and kisses you deeply, his hands roaming your body and discarding your layers. Even just kissing him, you're breathless.

He's takes his time removing both of your clothes, building your anticipation and arousal. And when he struggles for a second with the clasp of your bra, you giggle, making him chuckle.

When your bra drops to the floor, he's hypnotised, watching your nipples pebble under his gaze. Gingerly, you take his hand and pull it to your boob, encouraging him to touch you.

He's gentle as he rolls your flesh under his palm, pulling your mouth back to his and enveloping your light, adorable moan.

You tilt backwards as he lowers you down to the bed, your kisses becoming more heated as his body presses down on yours.

"You look so beautiful," Haru whispers, leaving a trail of kisses down your body, from your neck down to your stomach.

Sliding your underwear down your legs, he runs his hands along your thighs, spreading them wide. You shiver at the look in his eyes as he bites his lower lip.

"Fuck," he murmurs. Your core clenches, feeling the slick of your arousal dripping from your core.

Haru leans forward, pressing a slow, deep kiss against your pussy. You gasp at the feeling of his tongue licking up between your folds, your hips jolting when he catches your clit.

"That feel good?" he asks. The vibrations caress you as he continues to nudge and swirl his tongue around your swollen bud.

"Mhm," you mewl.

"I'm gonna try and make you cum, okay?" he says, looking up at you. He face is flushed as he returns his tongue between your thighs.

He's gentle, but passionate, endeavouring to please you with every movement, his cock getting harder with every suck on your clit and quiet curse under your breath.

You run you hand through his hair as you feel the pressure building inside you, like you're about to burst, rocking your hips into his face.

"That's it, baby," he groans. "That's it. Don't fight it. You can let go, it's okay. I've got you."

You find yourself holding your breath as your orgasm snaps inside you, releasing in warm, pulsing waves through your body that bring a tear sparkling in your lashes.

"Breathe, baby," he hushes, caressing his thumb back and forth over the skin of your thigh as you shudder against him. You trust his words, breathing deeper. "That's it. Good girl."

"Mmh...want more," you say, basking in your high as he moves over you.

"It's okay if you're too tired..."

"I'm not too tired!" You pull his head down to yours, bumping foreheads a little too forcefully, both hissing at the pain. "Ouch... No. I want you, Haru. So much. I'm not too tired, I promise."

Haru strokes the pink mark on your forehead and kisses it. "Okay, baby. Hold on."

He leans over to the nightstand and fiddles with a condom packet, repressing a groan as he slides the rubber over his throbbing cock.

"Open your legs for me, baby" he says, placing a guiding hand on each knee. "That's it."

He runs a finger through your folds, coating it in your arousal, before dipping inside your cunt, the other hand encircling your clit as he fucks you with his finger, prepping your tight hole for the girth of his cock.

You let out a contented sigh, rolling your hips and sucking his digit further inside you.

"You want another?" he asks, lovingly stroking a particularly sensitive spot.

You nod, letting out a moan. "Mmm...p-please."

He slides in a second finger, pumping them inside your walls until you're loose and slopping, lewd sounds coming your pussy and escaping your mouth.

"H-Haru-" you hiccup. You stare through lidded eyes at his erect cock, and bite your lip. "Fuck me. Please, I n-need you inside me."

A groan eminates from his throat, his cock twitching. A tingle rushes over your skin, a strong pulse surging to your core as he kneels between your legs, aligning his tip with your entrance.

Holding onto your hips, he eases forwards, inching his way in, until he's buried inside you to the hilt. It aches as he stretches you out, filling you entirely, his fingers massaging into the flesh of your hips while he waits.

You whimper when he starts to rock his hips into yours, and he hushes you, leaning down and holding your cheek, and placing a feverish kiss on your lips.

"Does it hurt? Should I stop?" he asks.

You shake your head. "N-No. I'm okay. Please, k-keep going."

He covers your neck with kisses as he moves again, his hips gradually reaching deeper inside you, increasing from isolated thrusts to a slow, tender pace.

His mouth falls to you chest, sucking on your plush flesh and toying at your nipples with his tongue.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans. "Mm...s-so good."

His thrusts send subtle ripples across your body as he pulses inside you, his tip stimulating that same, sensitive area inside you, over and over, making the discomfort dissolve into pleasure.

"Shit, I-I love you, Y/N," he groans, his mouth finding yours. "I love you so much!"

Even amid the groans and sighs of his rapidly approaching climax, he reaches down between you, stroking your clit and pulling you quickly towards your second orgasm.

"Haru! That–!" you whimper. The tension builds unbearably between your legs, threatening to break free with every drag of his cock against your walls.

"Come on, baby. C-Cum for me again," he coos. "Wanna f-feel you cum around me. Can you do that for me? Cum on my cock?"

A few more skills thrusts, and you're mewling out his name as his words pull you over the edge, your body quivering under him and eyes rolling back in your head.

He lets out a desperate gasp as you clamp and spasm around him, sending his hips into an erratic rhythm, before finally cumming, milking himself inside you.

After removing the condom, be collapses down next to you and holds you close, panting as he presses his forehead against yours. His hands feel warm and protective at the nape of your neck.

"That's my girl," he whispers, kissing your open mouth. Your body is still shaking in the aftershocks of your orgasm. "You did so well. Hey, look at me. Breathe. That's it." He pauses, breathing in your scent. "I'm yours now, Y/N."

You nuzzle into his chest, your eyelids beginning to close. "And I'm yours."

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