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Daisuke Kambe Husband Headcanons

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You’re one lucky gal, Daisuke Kambe’s wanted to marry YOU. (Spare some change for the poor (me)?)

Let’s address the obvious: You have a shared bank account.

You get E V E R Y T H I N G you want.

You want a Louis Vuitton purse? You got it.

You’re determined to purchase new Christian Louboutin heels? Do it; you have the money.

Gucci Belt? You already have three.

Question: Did you ever meet someone who does the sexiest things... but indirectly? Thats Daisuke.

When Daisuke is concentrating on his intense stack of paperwork, he bites his bottom lip.

Daisuke undoes his tie with one finger (right pointer finger) when he arrives home from work.

When he’s hot (all the time), he rolls up the sleeves of his black button down.

Puts on his Rolex watch without look. He looks directly in your eyes. Its second nature.

Closes the button of his blazer with two hands.

If Daisuke performs any of these actions, you find yourself melting where you’re standing. You cannot believe this man is this attractive. He steals your breath away.

EVERYONE R E S P E C T S YOU

When you walk into Daisuke’s company, everyone is at your service because you’re “Y/N Kambe, the boss’s wife.” If you ask for something, you receive it within seconds.

Sure, Daisuke’s is a great husband - but please drive. For the love of God, please DRIVE.

Owns the most BEAUTIFUL apartment in New York City.

Daisuke has a HEART of GOLD:

Has a “soft spot” for children: He’s constantly donating towards foundations like Make a Wish, The Sunshine Kids, St. Jude’s, Ronald McDonald House, and Childcare Aware at least five times a year.

Donates under “Anonymous.”

When you’re riding on public transportation or standing in an elevator, and it starts becoming too crowded; Daisuke will give up his spot for older men, women, and children.

Despite assuming the role of the richest and kindest man in the world, Daisuke has social anxiety. He grows nervous and begins shaking when he is meeting any of your new friends. Overtime, your important loved ones will grow close to him, but expect to see Daisuke shaking in his boots if he’s meeting someone important to you. Since you’re married, he’s close to your family now; but he was a nervous wreck.

LOVES making you breakfast in the morning with his $1,000.000 waffle maker.

He always makes a HUGE mess because he makes his own homemade batter (Yes, Daisuke cooks. He doesn’t hire people to cook).

Nearly E V E R Y D A Y Daisuke wakes up early in the morning to assure your penthouse is spotless. He doesn’t like you acting as a “maid.” (He hires people three times a month to deep clean).

“You’re my wife, not my maid. No woman should be forced to clean because of poor societal standards.”

When Daisuke gets frustrated, his eyebrow furrow.

He cannot stand grocery shopping by himself. He gets confused by the littlest things.

When Daisuke can’t figure something out...

When people disrespect you, you’ll see him get angry.

Daisuke’s weakness is when you’ll tie his black tie in the morning before he leaves for work.

After making sure it the expensive fabric lays perfectly on his chest, you’ll stand on your tip toes to kiss him on the lips.

“Have a good day at work, baby.”

Make Daisuke’s lunch, write him “love notes,” and slip them inside of his lunchbox.

Every time Daisuke comes home, you’ll notice your notes aren’t in his lunchbox.

One night you were rummaging through his bedside drawer when you noticed a large black velvet box. When you opened it, your eyes began growing soaked with tears; within the box was EVERY NOTE you ever wrote to him.

NEVER NOT WEARING his black WEDDING RING engraved with your name.

If a woman approaches him, he politely showcases his wedding ring saying, “My apologies, I have a wife.”

Here’s a shocker: Daisuke H A T E S receiving expensive gifts.

Daisuke can buy anything. He’s tired of receiving expensive gifts, but you’re the ONLY person who knows. Instead, you’ll purchase him ten-to-thirty-dollar gifts that remind you of him.

Daisuke’s cheeks will begin to blush looks at the tiny gift you purchased him. As you begin explaining its significance, you’ll notice tears begin pooling into his eyes.

HUGE pictures from your wedding day are scattered throughout the penthouse.

Your wedding song was Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Without the lyrics.

There was a reason behind his madness: On wedding day, during your first dance, you placed your head on Daisuke’s shoulder and sang the lyrics to him.

U.N.I.T.E.D. F.R.O.N.T - You’ll never stand alone.

ADORES your intelligence. Daisuke fell in love with you, your personality, appearance, and especially your intelligence.

Throughout Daisuke’s entire life, women act brainless and submissive, but not you. He loves your smart mind and independent nature.

Still CHECKS YOU OUT all the time.

Especially when you’re wearing business attire paired with a lingerie top or simple silk dresses.

Match him. He will start drooling.

MESMERIZED when you take your hair out of a ponytail or claw clip. He LOVES watching your hair cascade down your back.

Daisuke NEEDS to be connected to you in public. He latches onto your hand lacing your fingers together, gently touches your waist, or places a hand on your thigh. However, his public displays of affection WILL NOT go further. He’s a classy man.

O B S E S S E D with K I S S I N G YOUR LIPS.

When you’re speaking to Daisuke, you’ll notice he’s staring at your lips imaging how soft they are.

You do not fight often, but it does occur. Especially when he puts himself in dangerous situations.

Due to a near-death experience, you grew frustrated and (unannounced) left your home to find a hotel room. Immediately, Daisuke tracked your location.

Within two hours, he knocked on the door. You saw your husband clutching a bundle of flowers and chocolates. With tears streaming down his face.

“Please, don’t ever leave. I’m so sorry - I’ll never do it again. Just don’t leave me. I NEED you.”

Plans the most P E R F E C T dates.

During winter, Daisuke plans to stroll around New York City to see the Christmas lights.

In the spring, he takes you to your favorite Whinery.

In summer, Daisuke privately rents fancy manors hoping spend a few private nights in with you.

During fall, you two curl up into a cozy blanket and light scented candles to watch your favorite horror films.

To surprise Daisuke, you often order tickets to see various orchestras across the country. He becomes enchanted by the sound of violin and piano music. However, his jaw drops during orchestra concerts.

IF YOU HAVE CHILDREN:

They are S.P.O.I.L.E.D. R.O.T.T.E.N.

The most popular kid at school because you two are the parents.

When they are little, they LOVE holding onto Daisuke’s pinky finger as you’re walking.

If your child must attend any sports games or music recitals, you two are always present. Daisuke is the dad constantly taking photos of your child.

Daisuke LOVES watching you rock your baby as you’re singing to them.

LOVES traveling around the world with you.

If you’re working on your laptop, Daisuke slowly comes up behind you. He kisses your cheek and slowly moves down your neck to your sweet spot. (Yes, he memorized where it is).

You’ll have sweet make-out sessions in the kitchen when you’re cooking together.

Gotta keep that spice in your life.

You’ll always claim, “I’m the happiest person in the world.” However, Daisuke denies your statement. No one can be happier than him. After years of being married, Daisuke still cannot grasp how lucky he is to have you.

“I love you with all my heart and soul, beautiful.”

NSFW

Despite being a sweet and loving husband, Daisuke will become a M.E.N.A.C.E in the bedroom.

Before you both start undressing, Daisuke pulls his black gloves off with his teeth.

Wear R.E.D. LIPSTICK

Daisuke LOVES ruining your red lipstick. Watching it smear across your (and his) lips as you engage in a heated make-out session, turns him on.

Often drags his thumb across your bottom lip to smear a line of red lipstick to your breasts. When you look down, you’ll notice a stained line where his thumb traveled down your body.

ADORES when you wear black lingerie.

Once, you matched some lingerie with Daisuke’s oversized blazer by draping his attire across your shoulders... You were nearly unable to walk that morning.

Seeing you wearing black lingerie accompanied with HIS professional blazer corrupted his mind and stained his pants.

Many individuals believe Daisuke would degrade his significant other within the bedroom, but I’m not buying it. You will feel loved and be praised as Daisuke’s wife.

“So goddamn stunning, baby.”

“You like that don’t you, Angel?”

“Baby, you’re so wet. You’re such a good girl.”

KISS HIS NECK - (Take Nike’s advice and) Just do it.

Takes his time worshipping your breasts. (He’s definitely a boob guy.)

If you’re arriving home from an important event/meeting in a gorgeous silk dress, don’t expect to be ignored.

Within seconds of closing the door, Daisuke pushes you to the wall and starts running his fingers over your nipples as he thrusts his tongue in your mouth.

If you enjoy walking around your home half-naked, (at any time) Daisuke can bend you over a hard surface, slowly push your underwear aside, and bury three fingers inside of your cunt.

“You can’t walk around half-naked if you don’t expect to be fucked, baby.”

LOVES seductively staring into your eyes and biting your bottom lip as he’s fingering your pussy. He enjoys the feeling of your walls clutching his fingers.

O.I.L. M.E.S.S.A.G.E.S. - Daisuke LOVES messaging your naked body with oil.

Enjoys fondling your breasts and running his fingers over your sensitive nipples.

When you’re lying on your stomach, Daisuke spends MINUTES rubbing and squeezing your ass.

Soon enough, Daisuke spreads your ass cheeks and buries his tongue inside of your lubed pussy. The sound of his oily hands traveling along your body as he’s eating your pussy is his own paradise.

Doesn’t mind paying for your nails because he imagines the sight of your pretty nails jerking off his cock.

Drapes his arms across the back of the couch as you slowly drop to your knees.

Daisuke intensely watches your every move as you’ve settled between his legs. Looking into his eyes, you’ll pull down his zipper with your teeth to remove his cock from his pants.

Licking up the length his cock, Daisuke throws his head back in utter disbelief.

“Fuck, baby. Please do that again.”

Melts in his seat if you start sucking his balls. You’ll notice Daisuke’s legs start twitching within seconds of running your tongue along his genitals.

Daisuke isn’t a lover willing to share your body, but he CANNOT ERASE the image of you having another women’s head buried between your legs as he watches. (He hasn’t told you this, yet).

However, no men. He’s the only man that can pleasure your body.

Wake Daisuke up by placing your soaked pussy on his stomach. When he’s awakened by you rubbing your pussy across his abs, he cannot help but grab onto your hips and increase the friction.

“Baby, you could have woken me up with a good morning. Now I see you’re only using me to cum. Here I thought you were a little angel, princess.”

“Yes, DADDY.”

Opposite of “Yes, daddy... but PASSIONATE LOVER

C.O.C.K.W.A.R.M.I.N.G.

You feel complete once Daisuke finally buries himself inside of your pussy. He refuses to move as you’re locking lips muttering how much you’re in love with each other.

“Daisuke, please move.”

“Not yet, baby. Let me stay inside of you.”

Expect MORNING SEX. The morning is the perfect time to slowly fuck your tight pussy because he’s hard and warm.

Daisuke’s favorite sex position is a classic: MISSIONARY.

According to Daisuke, missionary is a perfect position to look into your eyes, kiss your lips, suck on your neck, and watch his cock disappear into your pussy. (It’s the best).

SEX in the WATER

In the hot tub, Daisuke gently pulls your breasts out from your small bathing suit to suck on your nipples as you ride his cock. Chasing your orgasm, the sound of water splashing sounding like waves of the ocean.

Remember how obsessed Daisuke is with your hair? Well, he loves pounding into your pussy from behind to watch your hair drape down your back moving with every thrust.

I almost forgot, if Daisuke is fucking you from behind and you have back dimples, he buries his thumbs into them and forces your ass back on his cock.

LOVES OBSESSED with SEX TOYS.

Buys a new one each week.

Surprise... Daisuke presses a vibrator to your sensitive clit as he’s pounding inside of you.

Eases a diamond butt plug into your ass.

Daisuke will cum anywhere. Inside of your body - on your body - who knows?

Mostly spills him load onto your stomach or ass.

If Daisuke cums inside your pussy, he gathers the load with his fingers and brings them up to your lips.

“Open wide, baby.”

“I know you love the taste of our cum together.”

The aftercare is S.T.U.N.N.I.N.G.

Following an intense love-making session, Daisuke draws a bath for the two of you. You’ll lay between his legs as he messages and cleans your body.

“You can still walk, right, love?”

Honestly, I don’t think you can.

THANK YOU FOR READING - BEFORE YOU LEAVE...

I wish to apologize for my lack of posts. I try to create a requested headcanon two times a week, but it seemed impossible this week. As many of you know, I am a senior in college. This week has been hectic in regard to my major.

Thank you for your patience. ♡

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missesdavinci · 4 years

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This is one of my few first POV and I’m still playing with it 🖤

As I’m a hoe for Daisuke this is a Daisuke Kambe x reader. I hope you’ll enjoy it ✨

We make Love and War

[Kambe Daisuke x Reader] [word count: 1716] [smut]

His cheek felt cold underneath my fingertips, I could see myself reflected in his steel orbs.

“Kiss me.”

My voice was resolute, but my mind started to run haywire.

This will be your only chance. Take it or leave it.

The plane shook gently, and I was pressed deeper into the silken sheets. He stared at me with a gaze I couldn’t decipher, but I wouldn’t repeat myself. I felt already crazy enough for giving him this chance. A moment ago I had scolded him telling he was absolutely ridiculous, his actions outrages and now I was nothing more than a woman desperate for his touch 35 000 feet above the ground.

I was about to pull my hand away, but he caught it in midair. Daisuke’s gaze flickered like something had just awakened. I took a sharp breath.

Within the blink of an eye I felt a hot, moist sensation covering the tip of my index finger; it set ablaze my entire body. A whine escaped my throat. His tongue skillfully played around my finger, I trembled. This was dangerous. Kambe Daisuke was unpredictable in so many ways, and now I was driven into another corner. What irked me was that I could never wrap my head around his many facets. I judged that his demeanor resulted from his upbringing but even being aware I still could not comprehend him.

I was so lost in thought and my body so busy processing the sensation his actions evoked, I completely missed our faces getting closer.

“Do you want it now?”

“Pardon?” I blinked.

“The kiss. I asked if you want it now”

There it was again. How could someone be so skilled at riling me up and, at the same time, ask such stupid questions in a situation so clear?

Frankly, it was a bit frustrating.

“Daisuke” it was a groan not his name.

Please, give me back the guy who closed the door behind us, pushed me into the bed and licked my finger to ecstasy.

My prayer was heard or his patience running low. Daisuke’s kiss was a little sloppy but exquisite, it made my toes curl. The taste of the champagne we had for lunch was still fresh. It suited him, and strangely it felt like he had never done anything else than kissing me. Like kissing was just made for us. The warm feeling in my veins returned, I lost myself in his kiss. He explored me, every inch of my mouth, every piece of my being until the urge to breathe made us part.

I enjoyed the art in front of me. My fingers carded through his neat dark hair, disheveling it on their way. His face was flushed as he watched me through half-lidded eyes. He was already a picture painted, stirring the vixen inside me.

Fueled, I scraped my nails over his scalp softly. Daisuke grumbled, eyes full with disdain. Still, I chuckled to myself, it was usually so hard to catch his feelings.

“Don’t” he said, voice threateningly low while dipping his head and biting into the sensitive spot that was my earlobe. I cried.

Soon his teeth scraped all the way down my jaw and my neck until they turned into butterfly kisses atop my collarbone. A pleasurable shiver ran down my spine, I dug my fingers deeper into his mane and he growled again. A swift bite into the thin skin shook my senses but was soon replaced by the feeling of his tongue running across until it settled in the hollow of my collarbone. I shuddered underneath him, my need coil deep, I wanted him.

My legs wrapped around his hips, one of his hands nimbly traveled up my bare legs past the hem of my summer dress. Excitement mixed with raw feelings. We drew closer and lost ourselves in a passionate kiss again.

In a rush, teeth clanked together. He cheekily squeezed my butt, my hips buckled upwards drawing a whimper from the pits of my despair. Daisuke’s moan was lost in the kiss.

Every inch of fabric between us was too much. My skin was on fire and in need of his cool touch. I wanted his hands, his body all over me.

We switched positions, and in one swift move he had me undressed. I was exposed to the comparatively cold air inside the bedroom cabin. My bosom swayed gently with the plane’s unsteady movement.

What in the world had I thought not wearing a bra when I walked out of my apartment this morning?

Cocking a sleek brow, my companion’s eyes wandered around my perky mounts, seemingly with the same question.

“Oh, shut up!”

I was about to cover myself when Daisuke grabbed my wrists. He threw me a look that said, “Did I complain?!” and hoisted himself up. His mouth covered my perks, sucking them to his devilish heart's content. I melted in his arms.

My hands roamed through his hair, down his neck, finding a steady grasp onto his shoulders.

A sigh that stretched into a moan fell from my swollen lips. Deftly, his fingers ran down my spine while his mouth never left my skin. Our hips ground together impatiently, begging to be released from their clothing prison. I could feel him getting harder with every capricious move.

With a plop he stopped his teasing, leaving a purplish pink patch on my cleavage just where my chest started to swell.

Territorial, aren’t we?

I used the momentum to get rid of his shirt, pushing him back into the mattress and making my way down. He looked a little messy, strands falling unruly onto his forehead, but his face was confident while watching me work my magic.

A little too cocky for my liking.

I stopped right above the groin, face hovering close but never touching. Eyes slanted, he almost frowned. What was he thinking? Our gazes met, and I smiled in amusement. Who knew he could be this impatient.

Deviously, I stuck out my tongue, making careful contact with his sensitive skin. I could feel tremors rising. Still, he tried to remain steadfast. Who would I be to refuse a challenge?

I worked my way further down, mixing kisses with saliva trails blowing against his flesh. Daisuke shuddered, yet his voice was still amiss. My tongue trailed further and further, I quickly opened his suit pants and was greeted by his erection.

His breath hitched. Finally. Without hesitation I took him in, full length sliding across the wet, hot inside of my mouth. He grumbled low, head falling backwards into the cushion. I bobbed my head up and down, playing with his length, sucking and stimulating him with my tongue much to his satisfaction. The room was soon filled with ecstatic moans and his erratic breathing.

Feeling him tense I thought he was about to come but surprisingly he stopped me.

Thumb caressing my lower lip, he thirstily pulled me closer while I got rid of my last piece of clothing. With his eagerness, I felt it would only be a hindrance and I wouldn’t want him to rip off my panties.

Languidly, I draped my arms around his neck while our lips found each other again. Through my eyes half closed, I observed him and saw a hunger speaking from his eyes I hadn’t seen before. His hands became hasty exploring the curves of my body, touching and tasting every corner of me.

We switched positions again. He brought me down tenderly, as if I was the most delicate thing he had ever owned. I felt myself getting restless and greedy, his mere caresses not enough to satisfy my needs. My abdomen was tingling, fueled by every electric touch and I wanted him even closer, to feel him, to become one.

I whined. He read my thoughts, his erection poking my entrance. Already drenched down there, I was begging for him and he filled me up.

“Haaaah” I arched my back.

Ferociously, he thrusted inside, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder to gain even more access. From the start he didn’t bother to build up his pace. No, he went all in.

The stimulation made my body tremble uncontrollably. It tickled deliciously, rolling out a wave of electrified heat with each thrust.

“Daisuke” I cried out his name in an attempt to slow him down.

Unfortunately, it triggered the opposite reaction calling on my demise.

“Say it again” he grunted huskily, lifting up my other leg.

“Dai- suke”

His length penetrated so deep, it felt like a lance piercing through my body accompanied by waves of pleasure making it hard for me to speak.

“Again” he demanded, his sonorous voice reverberating through my chest.

“Daisuke”

His hips slammed down even harder.

“Again”

“Daisuke” I moaned.

Each push ached, a pain tinged with pleasure. Desperately I clung to his arms, I felt the coil inside me slowly starting to unravel.

“Again” he cooed, voice raspy.

“Daisuke”

His name fell in a breathy moan. My nails dug deep into his triceps. At the edge of my consciousness, I heard him hiss, yet his pace didn’t falter.

Slowly, I felt the corners of my eyes dampen. Unable to hold it any longer, my inner walls clenched. Behind closed eyes my world exploded, new galaxies burst to life. My body had completely gone out of my control.

At the same time Daisuke howled, a warm sensation spread inside me and he folded into my arms completely limp, breathing haggard.

I pulled together what little strength I had left and embraced him. Salty beads trickled down our bodies, but I didn’t feel uncomfortable. He didn’t bother to pull himself out; I didn’t mind. I felt serene and at peace.

Carefully my fingers wound through his silky strands and I felt him purr with each motion. A smile tucked the corner of my lips. So this haughty man was nothing more but a big cat. This image fitted well with the way he curled into the nape of my neck. I felt his soft breathing returning to normal and gradually getting more shallow as he drifted into a deep slumber.

Kambe Daisuke was a wild cat, and my best guess was that I was gradually on my way to tame him.

#fugou keji #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #fugou keiji daisuke #kambe daisuke #kambe daisuke x reader #smut #fugou keiji smut

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kambessugarbby · 4 years

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Request Do’s and Don’ts

i will write:

- all characters from Fugou Keiji (except for Shigemaru obviously)

- fluff, angst, smut (i haven’t written smut before but i can always give it a try)

- headcanons of up to 3 characters at a time

i will not write:

- any scenario too triggering (e.g. suicide attempt, self-harm, rape)

- kinks and fetishes such as urophilia, coprophilia, and any other extremes. i would be uncomfortable writing this kind of prompt and as a result, produce a poorly-written work

- pedophilia and/or incest

happy requesting!!!

#fugou keiji #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #daisuke kambe #haru kato #ryo hoshino #fugou keiji fluff #fugou keiji smut

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nanamisbabybunny · 3 years

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❤️Daisuke Kambe//NSFW Alphabet❤️

A/N: sorry for the inactivity. After Gojo’s NSFW Alphabet, I moved across the United States and started working. Enjoy!! ⚠️: NSFW!!!

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

He’s really soft and gentle, he kisses every hickey on your body and kisses your wrists

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

His: he loves his hands. They’re soft, big and your hands fit perfectly in his. Yours: he loves your face. He thinks your cheeks are perfect for kissing, they’re so soft and pink

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

He cums on your stomach or thighs. He loves to see your arousal covered in his cum

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

He likes to purchase sex toys for you to use while he is away on business. He also likes pictures of you in lingerie he’s bought for you

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

Daisuke KNOWS what he is doing. It’s canon that he has tried lots of dangerous pleasures overseas, so let your mind wonder. From kissing to making love, he knows how to make your head spin

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He can’t decide if he likes you underneath him so he can get a good look at your face while he fucks you, or you on his lap riding him

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

He is serious in the moment. You won’t find him making jokes, but he will smile at you after kissing you and telling you how much he loves you

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

He’s a man of riches. He’s very well kept. He keeps himself cleaned and groomed down there. As for drapes and bed, y’all saw the anime, let’s go from there! (No spoilers)

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

He starts off slow, loving how you feel and the sight of his dick popping out while inside of you. He makes soft praises to you, telling you that you’re taking him so well. He gives plenty of kisses

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Rough day and he can’t wait for you? It’s a tie between using a wand vibrator he got for you or using one of your panties

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a daddy kink and no one can change my mind

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom. He wants to make sure that intimacy is a private thing for you two

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

You wearing his suit jacket, his tie or a pair of lingerie he has bought for you

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

Besides spanking; degrading you and hitting you is a no no

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

He loves both! The way your face gets all red and you play with his hair makes his heart pound. He loves to touch your hair and hold it back while you suck him

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

Slow at first, then fast and rough. Unless it’s been a hard day, he’ll start rough while gripping your thighs

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

He won’t say no to a quickie, but he prefers to take his time with you in the bedroom

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

Yes! Trying new things in the bedroom is a turn on for him. He loves to see how it affects you

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

He can go for a good 4 rounds

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

Daisuke owns toys and you do too. He lets you choose what toy(s) you want in bed and he uses them when he sees fit

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease. You’ll whine about how you want it, but he just smirks at you, rubs your thighs and tells you to beg for it

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

He’s not very loud. He makes some grunts, deep breaths and sighs here and there. And of course, plenty of “I love you”

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

When Daisuke found out you had little toys to keep hidden, he found it very cute. He grinned as he pulls the cigarette from his mouth and said “my princess. Let me buy you some toys.” And proceeded to purchase bigger toys for you, not the small travel sized ones. While having sex, he presented a big wand and tied your hands together and put the wand in your hands. “Baby girl, keep the wand on your princess parts. Daddy wants to see your become a mess for him.”

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

He’s average girth and height!

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

High sex drive! He’s 27/28 years old, so he’s in that prime stage

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep until you’ve fallen asleep and he knows you’re cared for, cleaned up and comfortable

#daisuke kanbe x reader #daisuke kambe #alphabet #fkbu headcanons #fkbu x reader #daisuke x reader #balance unlimited #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #smut alphabet

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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

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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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tydur · 3 years

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pairing; daisuke kambe x fem!reader

warnings; nsfw ft. mean dom!daisuke, daddy!! kink, degradation, dumbification, humiliation, exhibition (?? they’re in his living room idk), mentions of reader being small

you were needy; always needy for him.

you craved how his fat cock felt when he fucked you stupid, the way he looked down at you with disinterest — degrading you down until you felt as if you were just a dumb little girl. you especially loved when he fucked your cunt in places where any one of his maids- family members- could just walk in, and see how utterly pathetic you get for your daddy.

you were craving him once again— craving to be fucked until tears were streaming down your face all the while he did nothing but look completely bored with you.

he knew your ambitions the moment you walked into the living room with that cute little pout of yours, wearing nothing but his dress shirt and the cutest little pair of lacy panties you could find within your massive closet. he was already preparing himself for the inevitable, ‘daddy, can i please have your cock?’ — so when it came, all he did was scoff.

“such a dumb little baby, always getting fucked stupid on my cock.”

he could see your how your precious little nub throbs at the mean words he threw at you as you slid yourself down onto his fat cock, tears already pricking at your eyes like the pathetic baby you were.

“you really are a whore, hm? all youre ever asking for is my cock. it’s pathetic. i don’t even know why i even bother messing with the sloppy cunt of yours,” his words sting. yet you really cant help the way your tiny cunt gushes at his attacks.

you bounce on his cock with all your tiny body can muster, your cute tits bouncing as you work your way towards the bliss you had been craving all day.

you know it’s not enough for him.

he looks at you with a bored expression, face blank as he puffs out a smoke from his cigar and even after the years you’ve been together you really can’t tell what he’s thinking right now; besides the harsh words he’s about to throw at you. “is that all you got, little whore?”

and all you can do is cream and babble out how amazing daddy’s cock feels fucking your tiny hole.

ty @yungbludz my wife for beta-ing this ilysm <3

#daisuke #daisuke kambe #daisuke kambe smut #balance unlimited #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #daisuke imagines #daisuke kambe imagines #daisuke kambe x reader #daisuke kanbe

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send-allmyloving · 4 years

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maybe daisuke with s / o who is his fiancée?

I'm gonna do a headcanon for this one, I hope you don't mind!

Daisuke Kanbe with a fem!s/o as his fiancée

Oh boy oh boy

idk what the fuck you did in your past life to become his fiancée but you hit the fucking JACKPOT

he spoils you rotten

fancy river cruises, private flights to Vienna, relaxing nights at an expensive spa; those are only some of all the extravagant dates he would take you on

he'd buy you all the famous designer brands you wanted even if you didn't ask for them

Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Armani, Versace, you name it, this guy's balance is unlimited so you can expect only the best shit you can get your hands on!

But of course he doesn't pay sole attention to your material desires, Daisuke truly loves you

He just wants to make you feel comfortable and happy is all

That being said, you guys do a lot together

Giving each other massages is a thing

If either of you is stressed, or even if it's the both of you, you'll both have a little spa day where you pamper each other 🥰

Ok but when Daisuke massages you he goes ALL OUT

hot rocks, essential oils, sugar scrubs, whatever the fuck else they use in massages idk ive never had one

You'll feel so relaxed you'll fall asleep lmao

Nights in are usually spent watching movies in his private theater and immaculate bubble baths complete with rose petals, wine, and a charcuterie platter yum

You also like walks around the town, wandering the streets of Tokyo hand-in-hand while admiring the pretty city lights

No shopping, nothing of the sort; just you two and the city view 🥰

Dates at small cafes are a thing, he loves seeing your eyes light up when he feeds you cake :((

And his heart skips a couple beats when he sees u get whipped cream on your mouth after drinking hot chocolate !!

Ofc he kisses it off like a cliché romcom movie star

When you guys are laying in bed he likes to hold your hand and play with your fingers + admire the ring on your finger and smile bc it just makes him so happy that he can spend the rest of his life with you 🥺💞💞

He really loves u ok

Loves kissing you all over your face

Especially loves kissing your cheek and neck

But if he kisses your shoulder.... good luck bc this man is In The Mood

dw tho he'll be very gentle

ANYWAY

He likes having you in his lap when you kiss, it gives him easier access to you

Often slips his hand under your clothing whenever you're kissing just so he can feel your skin against his

Not really in a sexual manner but more like so he can reassure himself that you're with him

Loves feeling you up, not only does he know it makes you feel good, it's also that touching you gives him a sense of security and also makes him feel good knowing you're in his arms and that he can love and protect you 🥺

Kissing is very soft and sensual, he wants to give you every ounce of his love :(((

You'll be on his lap and he'll be slowly moving his lips against yours

Loves to play with your hair and rub your back while you're kissing him

Like I said before, he loves touching you so he's one to run his hands all over you while kissing you

Likes rubbing your arms + you love it too bc it makes u feel warm

Sorta likes to bite your lips and slip his tongue into your mouth at times while you guys kiss hehehe

When you guys pass each other around the house you'll give each other a surprise kiss out of nowhere

Walking past him? BOOM smooch on the cheek

You find him in his office? BOOM you sneak in and smooch him on the head

Smoochies everywhere

He likes to hold your hand a lot

Whatever you guys are doing, if you're next to him he'll just randomly take your hand and intertwine your fingers and he doesn't even look up from his work its rlly cute

Likes to give you kisses on the hand sometimes while he holds them

PDA isn't much of a thing but he'll always have your arm in his or you'll be walking around holding hands + sometimes he likes to pull you close and give you a kiss on the head ❤

He's also a huge romantic

Most probably proposed to you at the top of the Eiffel Tower

Loves slow dancing with you to old love songs

He just loves the pure smile on your face when you dance together, and the setting is so intimate

It's just you and him slowly swaying to the soft music while gazing at each other and it just goes to show how in love you both are with each other :(((

Hold me pls im crying as i write this

Gives you a rose on every date you go on together

The night after your engagement he got you a beautiful necklace that matched your ring

Put it around your neck romcom style before he took you out for a dinner cruise along the Seine river in Paris uwu

Also he thinks you look absolutely stunning in the color red

He just adores you and he's so happy to have you as his fiancée

Long story short you're the luckiest girl in the world and there is no doubting his love for you, he will do anything for you to see you smiling and happy ❤❤

// I hope you like this anon! Sorry this is kinda short lmao also I'm sorry I couldn't write a whole scenario, I thought a headcanon would work better bc it would better elaborate everything abt being his fiancée rather than just focusing on a section of it,, anyways enjoy!!

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jastacular · 4 years

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Fic Writers.

I ain't saying nothing but

You know what I expect

#expect=secret fuck in the ceiling #also expect=Haru eating; no more explanation #elaborate that yourself #I can't write smut bc I suck at it #balance unlimited #fkbu #daisuke kambe #haru katou #daiharu #harudai #the millionaire detective #fugou keiji

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daisukes-creditcard · 4 years

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haru & daisuke matching icons!

re blog/like if you save!

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the-voltage-diaries · 4 years

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Master Post

Updated: 6th April, 2021.

➼ One-shots

Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

Head Hits and Personality Shifts (Eisuke Ichinomiya)

Make Me Burn (Eisuke Ichinomiya) [NSFW]

One Touch and I Ignite (Soryu Oh) [NSFW]

When Demons Prevail (Soryu Oh)

I’ll Stay by Your Side, Every Night (Soryu Oh)

Where Thou Art, That is Home. (Eisuke Ichinomiya)

You’re my Mocha Lisa (Eisuke Ichinomiya)

My Muse. (Ota Kisaki)

Cookies ‘N Scream (Eisuke Ichinomiya)

Kings of Paradise

I’m a Bad Liar (Taki Kozaki)

Frozen in Time (Taki Kozaki)

Guns N’ Roses (Taki Kozaki)

Pulcherrima Rosa Me (Taki Kozaki)

The Millionaire Detective Balance: Unlimited

I’m only one call away, I’ll be there to save the day (Daisuke Kambe x Haru Katou)

Obey Me

Το Βόρειο Αστέρι μου (Lucifer x Diavolo)

➼ Prompt-based Works

Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

“You deserve someone better, like him/her.” (Eisuke Ichinomiya)

“You’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?” (Eisuke Ichinomiya)

“How long have you been covering that up?!” (Eisuke Ichinomiya)

“Is that my shirt?” ”Well, this is awkward.” (Eisuke Ichinomiya)

“You know you’re my favourite, right?” “I better be.” (Eisuke Ichinomiya)

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4 AM, to cuddle?” (Eisuke Ichinomiya)

“Are you jealous?” “Will you kiss me if I say yes?” (Eisuke Ichinomiya)

“C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I am done working.” (Eisuke Ichinomiya)

“This way is more efficient.” “This way is going to get us killed.” (Soryu Oh)

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” (Eisuke Ichinomiya)

“Just look at you. You’re beautiful.” (Eisuke Ichinomiya)

“Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.” (Eisuke Ichinomiya)

Kings of Paradise

“… On the bright side, we’ll know we can’t cook next time.” (Taki Kozaki)

“It’s 12:01 AM. You forgot my birthday again, didn’t you? I hate you.” “Open the door.” (Taki Kozaki)

“No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.” (Taki Kozaki)

“Are you trying to seduce me? Because so far, you’re doing a great job.” (Taki Kozaki)

“Now that I made it weird, I’m going to make my exit.” (Taki Kozaki)

“Behold, the pinnacle of romance.” (Taki Kozaki)

“Your bed head is really cute.” (Taki Kozaki)

“I am not jealous at all! S/he just gives you that… weird, flirty look, and I don’t like it.” (Yosuke Sagara)

“You’ve always been able to make me smile.” (Taki Kozaki)

➼ Multi-part Works

Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

▪️ Embrasse-Moi (Eisuke Ichinomiya x Soryu Oh) [NSFW] [Complete]

Part I

Part II

Part III

➼ Head-canons

Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

If the bidders were teachers, what subjects would they teach? + Bonus: What would the MC teach?

Kings of Paradise

What TV Shows would the KoP guys watch?

Being High 101 [NSFW]

Lazy weekend evenings (Taki Kozaki)

➼ Reviews (Spoiler-free)

The Sweetest Night: Taki & Kasatsubaki (Kings of Paradise)

One Night in Purgatory: Taki Kozaki (Kings of Paradise)

Main Story: Riku Shishizaki (Codename: Cupid)

➼ O’pun’ions (couldn’t resist making that one)

Knowing the worth of money (Eisuke Ichinomiya and Taki Kozaki)

Bidders as teachers - Who would be a better teacher (Kissed by the Baddest Bidder)

Better character development (Eisuke Ichinomiya vs. Taki Kozaki)

Can Eisuke’s ass exist (Eisuke Ichinomiya)

Eisuke: The All-rounder in KBTBB K-pop AU (Eisuke Ichinomiya)

What is it about Taki that makes him my favourite? (Taki Kozaki)

Why am I glad Taki’s a line in sand ended the way it did? (Taki Kozaki)

➼ Miscellaneous

Enough. (Now we stand with Pride) (Poem)

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kingkatsuki · 3 years

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Indebted | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

This is a reupload from my other Tumblr account!

This is my contribution for The Smut Pile Mafia AU Collab. I just want to say a huge thank you to @linestrider, @presentmel and @pleasantanathema for allowing me to be a part of this collab with such incredible authors, even though I joined at the super last minute! It’s been a while since I’ve felt so motivated to write and this really helped me find my inspiration again. Please check out the rest of the amazing fics on the masterlist here.

This was based off the edit/fanart someone did of Bakugou as Daisuke Kambe from Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited. I’d post the picture but I don’t know the original artist so I wouldn’t be able to credit properly but if you see it, it’s perfection. I wasn’t the best at this AU but I still wanted to give it a try! Thank you so much to @tomurasprincess for listening to me ramble about this and giving it a read through.💕

Warnings: 18+, dub-con, slight blood mention.

Word Count: 6570.

If someone had asked you to tell them how you pictured your night turning out, this would never have even crossed your mind. You’d spent the better part of your afternoon preparing for your third date with your new boyfriend. Hoping that this might finally be the time where he would make everything official. Excited to meet him inside one of the city’s most exclusive bars when you were bundled into the backseat of an expensive car with a gun pointed at the side of your head.

“Hey, Monoma. We’ve been lookin’ everywhere for you.” An attractive red-head spoke, baring his shark-like pearly whites as he grinned at you both from the drivers seat, starting the car, “miss our messages, did ya?” “Please, Kirishima. Don’t do this.” Monoma tried to hold onto the drivers seat but the man beside him shoved him back in his place, “Give me more time.” Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes but you refused to let them fall as you caught a glimpse at your snivelling boyfriend, already pleading for his life to your captors. You were trying to pick up what was happening through their conversation but you couldn’t decipher it, all you knew is your new boyfriend had managed to get involved with a rough crowd that he now owed money to. The pins the males wore on their suit jackets all matched the logo you recognised from the news multiple times, infamous for running some of the most exclusive bars and nightclubs in Musutafu. The explosion symbol was known to belong to the most powerful mob in the city, and you were now sitting in the backseat of one of their cars. You were unfamiliar with what it was exactly that they did but you knew better than to ever get involved with them. Not that you’d ever cross paths with anyone involved anyway. You led a completely different life on a completely different path, or so you thought. This sort of thing just didn’t happen to you and it was something your boyfriend had conveniently managed to keep from you in your previous communications.

The muscle power and the weapons showed this wasn’t just some little debt, these were people you didn’t fuck with. “Please, I told him I’d have his money and I will-” “You said that a week ago. You know how the boss gets when people don’t keep to deadlines.” The man your boyfriend had called Kirishima replied, “Did we really have to bring her,Sero?” The male caught your eyes in the mirror and you could hear the soft tone to his voice, obviously trying to make you feel better in this situation.

“Leverage.” Sero replied from beside you, watching as his companion hit your boyfriend in the back of the head. “Stop whining, we’re almost there. You can tell him your sob story yourself.” When you were pulled out of the car your boyfriend fell to the ground sobbing, his hands clutching at Sero’s suit pants as he cowered beneath him, still begging to be let go. You remained silent as you watched just how pathetic your boyfriend had become in a few minutes. Your previous dates he’d been so brash and overconfident, spinning you a grand tale of all his endeavours. It was almost like witnessing a completely different person, the fall of man. The blond-haired male tugged Monoma up from his feet and shoved him back towards you, “Walk. You know the way.” You remained silent as you followed a step behind Monoma, glancing at the three males behind you as you were led downstairs into a dimly lit bar, walking past the few patrons scattered around until you came to a door, Monoma opened it and motioned for you to go first as you stepped into a thin corridor. “Babe, I’m sorry this is happening. I’ll fix it, I promise-” “Don’t fucking talk to me, don’t even look at me.” You snapped, your heels clicking against the stone floor as you walked to the door at the end of the hall. “Baby, please.” Your boyfriend of a month begged, trying to grab your hand as you recoiled away in disgust. “Don’t fucking ‘baby, please’ me. Do you realise what you’ve done? This isn’t some loan shark, this is like a fucking cartel.” You noticed the three men behind you listening to the conversation in mild amusement, already furious you’d been chosen to be used as “leverage”. Had he done this sort of thing before? “How could you get yourself into this mess?” You gave him a harsh shove, making him fly into the brick wall beside him. “I’m sorry-” Monoma snivelled. Kirishima opened the door and you caught sight of a blond man sitting behind a large, lavish desk. His hair slicked back as he looked up from a laptop, closing it with a sigh as he reclined in his chair, motioning you into the room. Monoma was shoved forward as he began sputtering and begging for pardon. You noticed the man’s vermilion eyes meet yours for a moment and you felt your heartbeat increase, a fear ebbing through you at the entire situation, this wasn’t just a terrible dream this was really happening. “Please, Bakugou. I just need a little more time.” “You were warned before what would happen if you didn’t pay up-” The man your boyfriend addressed as Bakugou broke off his intense gaze on you as he looked towards Monoma. Heaving out a sigh as he reclined back in his chair slightly to open a drawer on his left, pulling out a black handgun and placing it onto the desk. You could feel your heartbeat increase at the sight of the small clump of metal. The whole situation was almost comical until the weapon was placed in front of you, your eyes widening in surprise as Bakugou slowly stood from his position, moving around to the front of the desk as he leaned back against the cool mahogany. Crossing his arms across his chest, you couldn’t help but notice the way the white shirt that he was wearing stretched around his bulging muscles. A heat rising in your cheeks as you took injust how toned he was, judging by his physique he didn’t even need any weapons to show your boyfriend who was in charge. “I know, Bakugou. I know. Look, if you just let me-” “Shut up.” Bakugou snapped, the harsh tone in his voice made your legs tremble as you watched his eyes darken, “I’m not going to ask you again. Can you pay your debt?” There was a pause but you already knew the answer, this couldn’t have just been for pocket change. There’s no way you’d be taken to the head of the mob for some petty debt, this must be serious money. Money that you knew Monoma didn’t have, slowly realising this was why he conveniently “forgot” his wallet the first date you had, and his credit card getting declined on the second so you offered to pay.All of the warning signs were beginning to add up and you realised your mistake. Why did you always have to find the losers in a sea of men? “I just need some more time, please.” Monoma had tears streaming down his face and his nose was running. He truly looked pathetic now more than ever and you wondered why and how you’d even got involved with him. “I’ve already given you more time.” “A week. Please-” “No.” “Three days. Two.” He corrected, trying to bargain with the man behind the desk who really didn’t seem interested, “Two.” Bakugou let out a loud sigh before motioning to the men behind you. “Kirishima.” The redhead stepped forward and grabbed Monoma by the arms, the movement making him hysterical as he began to try and wrestle himself out of Kirishima’s strong grip. There was no way he’d be able to release himself from it, the man was almost twice his size and every inch of him looked like pure muscle. “No, please, please.” Monoma begged, his blond hair falling into his face as he shook his head. “You’ve given me no choice. It’s a shame your pretty girlfriend is going to have to watch you lose a leg.” Bakugou held up the gun, pointing it towards Monoma. The mention of you made Monoma stop struggling for a moment, his blue eyes catching yours, “What about her?” “What?” You seemed to chant simultaneously with Bakugou as you both looked at Monoma in confusion. “Her for my debt. Please.” He emphasised, wide eyes staring at Bakugou for his response. “What the fuck.” You turned to face him, not even looking to see if Bakugou was even considering it, “you can’t fucking do that.” “Please, babe. Do you want him to kill me?” You’d never heard him sound so pathetic before, it almost made your skin crawl. “While I can think of a few things she would be useful for, it isn’t quite the currency I’m looking for.” Relief swept through your body at Bakugou’s response, turning to see him pick up the handgun from the table, pulling the jar back to check that it was loaded. “Nonono, please.” Monoma continued to plead, trying to shrink himself backwards but Bakugou’s men were already standing behind him to shove him back into place, making him stumble pathetically in front of you, “She’s worth it, trust me.” “What can she give me that I don’t already have?” Bakugou’s lips curved into a snide smirk, pushing himself off the desk as he moved the gun to point at Monoma again. “You’d give me up to a random fucking stranger to settle your debt.” You couldn’t believe this was happening, the guy you’d been dating less than a month had now offered you up as some sort of currency to a mob boss. “Do you want me to die?” Monoma turned back to face you, his eyes darker than before, “if you don’t you’d do this for me.” “Don’t give me that bullshit, you should have settled your fucking debts. What was it, drugs?” “Do I look like a drug dealer to you, sweetheart?” Bakugou chuckled as he watched you turn to face him as you looked him up and down. “What’s a drug dealer look like?” You retorted. To be fair, he didn’t look like a drug dealer but you weren’t really sure what a drug dealer was supposed to look like. His blond hair was slicked back, a light stubble framing his sharp jawline as your eyes travelled down to where the top button of his shirt was undone, catching a glimpse at his defined collarbones. The shirt held onto his body perfectly, mapping out his sharp muscles as your eyes wandered lower, catching sight of the thick bulge that showed in the grey dress pants he was wearing, your mind immediately going towards what lay underneath the fabric. “Are you even fucking listening to me?” You felt a shove against your shoulder as your eyes snapped back to Monoma, missing the smirk that Bakugou was now giving you after catching you staring at him for so long. Monoma’s hand now gripping your arm tight, causing a sharp pain to shoot through you as you tried to pull away. “You don’t care about me? Is that it?” Monoma stepped closer to you, his chest heaving as he whispered harshly to you. “Monoma, you’re hurting me-” “If you really cared about me you’d fucking save my life. What’s it going to cost you?” “Fucking bitch.” Monoma’s hand flew towards you, a stinging sensation flowing through your body as you lifted your palm to your face to feel the spot he had just hit, “You don’t give a fuck about me.” “Have her.” Monoma grunted to Bakugou, “just let me go.” You felt a wet liquid against your skin as you winced in pain when you touched your nose, moving your hand back to see it covered in a dark shade of blood. “Fucking scumbag.” Bakugou moved across the room in a few short strides, the gun now pressed firmly against Monoma’s temple as the mob boss glared into his eyes. “You could’ve bought yourself a few extra days because you brought such a pretty guest with you.” Bakugou motioned to you as his words made your stomach flutter, “I was prepared to let you go, maybe with a broken leg, so you could find a way to repay me.” “But, you fucked up.” Bakugou’s voice went cold as his entire demeanour changed, his bodyguards now holding onto Monoma’s arms so he couldn’t move away. You heard the cold click of the safety being taken off the gun as Bakugou cocked it back. Monoma’s whimpers flooding the room as he pleaded for his life, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Don’t ever hit a fucking woman.” You heard the pop of the gun as it went off, the sound ringing through your ears as Monoma’s head slumped forward, the guards catching him before he could hit the floor. A splatter of blood now patterned against Bakugou’s pristine white shirt, sullying the material as he turned to look at you. When his eyes met your own you felt your breath hitch in your throat. You were already terrified that you were next after you’d seen him count how many bullets were inside the gun you knew he could easily turn and get rid of you next. You’d just witnessed a crime, there was no way he would keep you alive. Your lower lip trembled as you prepared yourself to start begging for your life, however much good it would do. “Get rid of him,” Bakugou muttered, wiping the tip of the gun against Monoma’s shirt to try and clean the blood off of it. “Now look what you made me do, sweetheart.” Bakugou stepped towards you, the gun still in his large palm as he grasped your chin in his other hand, tilting your head up to face him. “W-what?” You stuttered, how had you made him do that? “I couldn’t just sit by and let him hurt a fuckin’ girl.” Bakugou tutted as he moved your head to the side, the light shining against your face as he assessed your wound, “it doesn’t look broken.” He mumbled to himself before you felt his thumb begin to stroke your cheek. Short ebbs of electricity began to flow through your body at his touch, he felt so warm. He was so close you could smell the subtle scent of his cologne paired with the musky smoke from the gunshot, the smell almost comforting as you felt yourself diving into the sea of him. Bakugou grasped the back of your neck as he smashed his lips against yours fiercely, your eyes widened in surprise as you felt his tongue slip through your parted lips, stroking against your own. A squeal leaving your mouth as you bit down on the organ in surprise, making Bakugou pull back with a hiss. The hand on the back of your head tightened as vermilion eyes glared down at you. “If you put your tongue down my throat again, I’ll bite it off.” Bakugou’s lips were now red from the impassioned kiss, blood from your nose now covering his mouth and chin. You didn’t even want to know how you must look right now, tears streaming down your face and covered in blood with a broken nose. A sadistic smirk laced with blood against his teeth crossed his features as he stared down at you. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. It’s just you look so pretty covered in blood.” Bakugou smirked, “Of course, I’d prefer if it wasn’t your own.” “So can I go now?” All you wanted to do at this moment was get home and climb into bed, you didn’t need to check the time to know it was well into the early hours of the morning. “I’d love to let you go home, sweetheart.” Bakugou began to toy with the gun in his hands, rolling the chamber, “But there is the small matter of his debt.” “What? But he’s dead.” You felt your heartbeat increase, watching as Bakugou’s thick fingers began to dance along the smooth metal. “And who’s fault is it that he’s dead?” “You can’t blame me for that. You shot him.” “Because of you. I was only going to hurt him, and wait for what I’m owed. But now he’s gone it means his debt is now your debt, sweetheart. He passed it on to his nearest and dearest.” “He was willing to give me up a second ago, hardly nearest and dearest.” You tried to mask the fear in your voice but you were nervous now, was he going to shoot you like he’d just shot Monoma. “The more I think about it, the more that would have been a good trade if you were willing of course.” Bakugou smirked down at you, his warm breath fanning your face as his eyes met yours. Your body was betraying your mind as you yearned to lean forward and capture his lips in another kiss, a spark flowing towards your lower half as you imagined how his lips would feel on other parts of your body. “But I wouldn’t be a very good businessman if I accepted those kinds of offers. Cash is king.” “Businessman.” You almost scoffed, is that what he was trying to call his profession. It seemed more like extortion and manipulation. “One of the best, sweetheart.” Bakugou moved his hand from your cheek and you immediately missed his warmth, wishing you could feel his hand against your cheek once more, “So. How are you going to pay?” This was so wrong, you should have told him you just couldn’t pay today. Asked for some time to get something together for him, or set up a payment plan. You didn’t even know how much the debt was worth or what it was for, he could try and extort anything from you. “Fine.” You muttered under your breath, maybe he’d just make you suck his dick and that would be it. This could all be over quickly and you’d be safe at home in no time if you just did whatever he said. “Fine?” Bakugou smirked as he leaned forward again, his lips grazing yours as he watched the reaction in your eyes, “Just like that?” “I do this and it will pay back what he owed?” “What you owe.” Bakugou smirked as he stroked your cheek, “I’m a reasonable guy. I know you don’t have the funds to pay back what he owed so on this occasion I’ll accept a different form of payment.” Not giving you a minute to change your mind, not that you had much choice he surged forward. His lips crashing against your own in a heated kiss, his tongue stroking against your closed mouth as he tried to get you to comply. You tried to focus on the end of this situation, getting out of your heels and into your pyjamas as you climbed into your warm, comforting bed. Distracting yourself from the situation as you tried to imagine being anywhere but here. “Better pay attention, Princess. Or I’ll add on interest.” Bakugou reached a large hand up to palm your breast through your top as if sensing all your attention wasn’t on him as he began to massage your breast roughly through your thin shirt. A gasp leaving your lips in surprise which allowed him to deepen the kiss, the metallic taste of blood invading your senses as you tried to focus on what was happening. He managed to pull you backwards with your lips still connected as he brought you towards his desk. His tongue stroking against your own sensually as you allowed yourself to get lost in the moment, lust fogging over your senses. Bakugou sat back in his reclining chair as you instinctively knelt between his parted legs, knowing what he must be after. The movement seemed to amuse him greatly. “Didn’t even have to ask.” You watched as the material tightened around his hulking thighs when he sat down, even his thighs were muscular. His entire body seemed as though it was built by the gods as you innocently reached up to palm the growing bulge between his legs. “Fuck, that’s it, Princess.” Bakugou groaned as you slowly began to unzip his trousers, trying to work up the courage as he began to thread his fingers through your hair. You’d expected him to be big, but nothing prepared you for the sight of his cock when it was finally freed from its confines. Prominent, thick veins running down the underside of his cock, forking out at the base as it met his round balls. Your eyes catching the large bead of pre-cum pooling at his tip as you involuntarily licked your lips at the sight. Bakugou’s palm gently tugged your hair as he pulled your head towards his cock, brushing your pursed mouth against the tip as his pre smeared against your lips. Your tongue innocently slipped out from between your lips to taste him, hearing the low hiss that left his mouth at the feeling of your tongue brushing against his tip. The sound giving you more confidence to continue as you licked against his slit, collecting his pre-cum as your wide eyes started up at him. Bakugou was slowly becoming impatient as his fist tightened in your hair, pressing you down against his cock to encourage you to take more of him in. You forgot the ability to breathe at first, spluttering around his girth as spit ran down his length adding lubrication to help you adjust to his size. Your eyes watering with tears as you began to bob your head along his cock, your tongue stroking against the thick veins as you tried to remember to breathe through your nose. Placing a hand towards the base of his cock as you moved it in sync with your mouth to stop him from pressing you down any more on his length, already feeling the thick tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat with each downward motion. Bakugou grunted at the extra stimulation, thrusting shallowly into your mouth with each downward motion. A mixture of spit and cum dribbling from your parted lips and onto your fist. Tears continued to prick at your eyes as you tried desperately to breathe through your nose. “So fuckin’ good.” He muttered as he kept his grip on your hair, moving his other hand to the back of your head so he could use it as leverage as he continued to move your head along his cock. You slipped your hand down to his balls as you became more confident in taking more of his length inside your mouth, fondling them gently as you felt him involuntarily thrust up into your mouth at the action, coughing slightly as your teeth brushed against his cock. Bakugou tugged your head back with a hiss as he watched you splutter as you tried to regain your breath. Bakugou took this opportunity to angle your head up towards him so he could see how messy you’d become in these past few moments. “Look at you.” He smirked as his thumb moved round to pull down your puffy lower lip, brushing away some of the drool that shined against your skin, “You look so pretty like this, sweetheart” His words sent a flutter of electricity straight between your thighs, how was it possible for one man to be so attractive and yet so dangerous. He could kill you at any second and you were certain no one would ever find you. “No, please.” You mumbled, hoping that you’d be able to suck his cock and the debt would be paid so you could get home. This wasn’t how you’d planned your night going in any way and you wanted to get yourself as far away from this situation as possible. “Hey, I’ll be gentle, sweets. Don’t worry ‘bout a thing.” Bakugou smirked as he helped you to your feet, standing you between his parted thighs as he looked up at you with those intense vermilion eyes. His calloused palms slowly slipping under the shirt you wore and dancing against your skin, pulling the material up the higher his hands danced along the expanse of your skin. Thumbing the underside of your bra as he placed delicate kisses against your exposed stomach. “Answer me one question,” Bakugou mused, his hands tugging at the base of your shirt and lifting it over your head as his eyes drank in your cleavage shaped by your simple black bra, “What was a girl like you doin’ with such a fuckin’ sleaze?” “I, I-” You weren’t even sure how to answer his question, why were you with Monoma for so long? You’d ignored all the warning signs in the relationship and continued on regardless. “I don’t know.” You mumbled, your eyes dropping to the ground to try and avoid Bakugou’s intense gaze. “I bet he never made you feel like this.” Bakugou grinned as he palmed your breasts through your sheer bra, the action making you arch your back towards him as you felt him pepper kisses against your sternum. Your head falling back as you leaned into his touch. His fingers moving to the clasp of your bra as he tugged the material down your arms roughly, groaning at the sight of your bare chest. “You really are fuckin’ perfect, hah?” His words made your cunt throb as he moved his lips towards one of your hardening nipples, catching the nub between his teeth as he sucked it softly, pinching the neglected one between the calloused pads of his fingers as he listened to your subtle moans. “I know you want to be louder than that, show me how much you’re enjoying this,” Bakugou spoke against your breast as he continued to worship your body. Bakugou pulled away from your breast with a ‘pop’, gently blowing cool air onto your nipple as his saliva dried against it, making you shiver as he stood from his chair. His large palms holding onto your hips gently as he turned you to face his desk, pressing his palm flat onto the small of your back to lower you onto the cool mahogany. Admiring the view for a second before moving to flip your skirt up over your ass, a low groan sounding behind you, his large palms immediately moving up to stroke the round globes of your ass through the lacy underwear you were wearing. “Were you expecting something to happen when you wore these this morning, hah?” He thumbed the sheer material, feeling how soft it was against his skin, “Must be my lucky fuckin’ day.” You gasped in surprise as you felt a harsh smack against your ass, skin tingling as he repeated the action on the other cheek. Your eyes focused on the gun that Bakugou had left in front of you on the desk as he continued to alternate between cheeks, He must have been ignorant or stupid to leave the weapon in your reach. You could easily grab it and finish him off the way he’d just killed Monoma. That way you’d be able to make it out of this situation and get home. Although his security guards would probably hear the sound instantly and come to his aid if you even managed to pick the gun up and shoot it before Bakugou had stopped you. Your punishment might even be worse if you tried, maybe he knew that you wouldn’t try and that’s why he left it there. Or maybe he wanted you to try, to see what you would do in this situation. “Gonna pay attention to me, sweetheart? Or you just gonna lay there daydreaming.” You gasped in surprise when you felt Bakugou press down against your panties, slowly gliding his finger along your heat. The action caused your legs to tremble as you were almost glad he’d laid you against his desk so you couldn’t fall to the ground. “That’s it.” You could clearly make out the smug tone of his voice as he continued to graze his thumb along your slit, “Shit, you’re fucking drenched. Didn’t think you’d enjoy it this much.” A low moan left your lips when his thumb met your clit, rubbing slow circles against it through the thin material of your panties as you began to follow his movements, grinding yourself against his touch. You whimpered when he pulled away from your cunt, trying to glance back at him as you began rubbing your thighs together to try and generate some much-needed relief. Bakugou gave your ass another hard spank as he watched you trying to pleasure yourself. “So desperate to get yourself off, hah?” You felt his fingers hook into your panties as he dragged them down your thighs, groaning as he witnessed the glistening string of your slick connecting to the sheer fabric in the process. Once he’d helped you step out of them you watched from the corner of your eye as he slipped them into his trousers pocket, “I’ll take it off the debt you owe.” He replied cockily before returning his focus to your body, quickly moving his fingers back to your wet heat, stroking between your folds. “Please.” You whimpered, feeling him desperately close to your tight hole as he continued circling it with the tips of his fingers. “Please what? I thought you didn’t want to do this, Princess.” Bakugou smirked. “I—” You didn’t have time to respond as Bakugou slipped a thick digit into your tight hole to the first knuckle, feeling your inner walls fluttering around him as he began to curl it inside you. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Bakugou grunted as he felt you squeezing around his intruding finger. If this is how you felt with a single-digit inside you he couldn’t imagine how you would feel filled to the brim with his cock. You whimpered as you felt him slowly pull out of your cunt, the calloused pad of his finger dragging against your inner walls as he grazed that sweet spot inside of you. Catching you off guard as he slid a second thick finger inside your cunt, muttering under his breath about how tight you felt around him. You began to grind yourself back against his hand, trying to get him to press against that sweet spot inside you once more. “Look at you, trying to get yourself off on my fingers.” Bakugou groaned as he scissored his fingers inside you, trying to prepare you for his cock as he watched you grind against him, “And you were acting like you didn’t want this.” A drawn-out whine left your lips when he pulled his drenched fingers out from your tight heat, annoyed that he had stopped so close to your release. You tried to rub your thighs together but Bakugou kicked one of your legs apart so you couldn’t. “So fuckin’ impatient.” Grinning as he held his hand up to the spotlight in the room as he watched your strings of slick glisten between his digits. Taking them into his mouth as he cleaned your release off them with a low growl at the taste. Bakugou wrapped his palm around his thick cock, guiding it towards your sopping cunt as he pushed the head between your folds, gliding it along your slit as he coated himself in your release, nudging your clit with the tip as you trembled beneath him, desperate to feel more. “Please,” You mumbled, your mind hazy as pleasure clouded your thoughts. You were so desperate for your release, your body so close to coming undone, you just needed more. “Please what?” Bakugou grinned smugly as he continued to stroke the head of his cock along your sopping folds, teasingly pressing the tip into your tight hole before pulling back again, chuckling at the sounds of indignation that left your lips, “You wanted to leave an hour ago and never see me again and now you’re desperate for my cock.” “Please.” You repeated, not sure what else to say as seeking your climax took over any rational thoughts. “So fuckin’ needy.” Bakugou pressed the head of his cock inside your tight cunt, feeling your inner walls begin to stretch around him as he let out a low groan “Don’t worry, sweets. I have no intention of leaving you unsatisfied.” Bakugou slowly pushed more of his thick cock inside you, feeling the way your slick heat fluttered around him at the intrusion, his fingertips digging into the swell of your ass as he spread your cheeks to watch his length disappear inside you. Your teeth bit down on your lower lip as a dull ache filled your body, trying to ignore the pain as he continued to stretch your tight heat out. “Fuck.” Bakugou groaned when he was finally buried deep inside you, not giving you a moment to adjust before he began a frantic pace. His balls slapped against your clit with each rough movement as he began to fuck you into the desk. Your breasts scraped against the cold wood with each thrust, a throb coursing through you as you tried to hold onto the edge. Loud cries leaving your parted lips with every roll of his hips, your breath coming out in harsh pants as you could already feel your first orgasm washing over your body. “That was quick.” Bakugou gave your ass a playful smack as he felt your inner walls contract around him in the aftershocks of your first climax, “I’m beginning to think you’re enjoying this.” You mumbled out a garbled reply as he continued thrusting into your tight heat relentlessly, your fingertips digging into the desk as you felt the thick veins of his cock dragging against your inner walls perfectly. “Not so quiet now are you?” Bakugou spanked you again, cherishing the sounds that left your mouth; “You want everyone to hear you, hah?” Your only reply was more loud cries of pleasure, a thin sheen of sweat now coating your body as you already felt your second orgasm swiftly approaching. “Hear what a slut you are, spreading your legs to pay your debt.” Bakugou’s husky voice was doing nothing but adding to your pleasure, sending tingles towards your puffy clit. The lewd sound of Bakugou spitting sounded behind you and you felt the warm liquid drop onto the curve of your ass, gasping in surprise as you felt the calloused pad of his thumb begin to rub circles around your tight back entrance. “Ever had anything in here before, sweetheart?” You shook your head no as you tried to lift your body from the desk, your arms like jelly as you felt him begin to press the tip of his thumb inside you, “I bet you’ve thought about it though?” “No.” You mumbled, feeling your ass stretch around his digit as he pressed it deeper inside you, feeling the slow burn of his intrusion. “No, no, no. Please.” The thought terrified you, already thinking of how much it would hurt to have his cock buried deep inside your ass the way he was stretching out your cunt. “I promise you’ll love it, sweets. Let me show you.” You’d never felt so full. Feeling his thumb writhe inside you as it pressed against the thin wall of skin separating you, feeling his thick cock and his thumb inside you at the same time. “I knew you’d like it, acting all innocent.” Bakugou let out an arrogant chuckle, feeling the way you clenched around him, “I knew there was something about you.” “You gonna come for me again, yeah? Show me how much you love my fuckin’ cock.” His words sending a surge of pleasure to your core as you felt your release flow through you once more, your legs giving up as your body slumped against the desk as you came undone. Bakugou grunted at the sensation of your tightness clamping down around him as he pulled his thumb from your ass, moving both hands to hold your ass for leverage as he sought his own release. His eyes drifting down to where your bodies were connected and watching the way his cock slid in and out of your tight cunt while your stretched asshole fluttered in the aftershocks of your climax. “God, I’m gonna cum so deep inside this tight little pussy.” You almost forgot about the situation you were in until you processed his words, your eyes widening in trepidation as you began to wriggle underneath him. “No, please Bakugou-” You whimpered, feeling his fingertips dig into your skin almost painfully as he sought out his own climax, “Not inside.” “Shit.” The sound of your objection made his thrusts stutter, a groan leaving his lips as he felt his climax surge through him, his cock twitching as he came deep inside your cunt. Hot, white ropes of cum coating your inner walls as he jerked against you, cherishing the final moments of your quivering inner walls around him as he let go of his release inside your spent body. You whimpered as you felt his lips kiss your shoulder blade as he pulled out of your spent hole, watching his cum slowly start to dribble out of your contracting cunt as he lifted a finger to push it back inside you. The feeling against your overstimulated slit causing you to squeal in surprise as you tried feebly to push him away, your hand moving back to swat at him. “Look at you, you’re a fuckin’ mess,” Bakugou smirked at how tired you were slumped against his desk, stuffing his softening cock back inside his trousers as he leaned down to press a kiss against your sweaty temple. Bakugou moved to flip your skirt down over your darkened ass as he picks up your shirt and bra from the ground, lifting your body almost gently as he helped you to redress, his actions a stark contrast from the ruthless man you’d witnessed in the room prior. Pressing a lingering kiss to your lips when he was done. “I’ll get one of my drivers to take you home, it’s late.” He murmured, flicking his wrist to check the time on his watch. “So that’s it, we’re done?” “For now.” Bakugou responded cryptically, “I’ll be in touch.” “But the debt is paid?” You sounded almost hopeful, there was no way you wanted to be involved with this mob. “You said-” “The first instalment, sweetheart.” Bakugou smirked, “Your little boyfriend owed us a lot of money.” “So how much longer?” You realised you didn’t even get to ask Monoma exactly how much his debt was so you had no idea what he owed or how long it would take to pay off. Bakugou could give you any figure and you’d just have to accept it. The realisation of your situation finally began to dawn on you as your legs began to shake, Bakugou’s cum trickling down your inner thigh as you tried to hold back a choked sob, waiting for his answer. “Until the debt is paid, sweetheart.”

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