#kisaki is an asshole don't fall for it like i did

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: @kazutora-kurokawa is at it again, inspiring me and stuff. To be fair, I've been looking for some redeeming quality about this asshat - and tbh, I've not found anything. I think he's a lost cause, guys. Also, ningyō = "doll" and "human shape" in Japanese. I hope I'm not offending anyone with my little nicknames for reader. It's not my intention. I'm just trying to make it cute <3.

C/W ::: Kisaki x F.reader, morning M->F oral , really sweet Kisaki (where the lies come into play), just gross. So sweet and full of lies it's gross. Don't @ me about the massive inaccuracies here lmao. I'm fully aware.

WC ::: Just over 1,100

MDNI UNDER THE CUT, PLEASE//THANKS!

“Mmmaaahhh, where do you think you're going? Don't leave bed yet. Please?" Kisaki was so needy in the mornings. It's been like this since the beginning of your relationship. "Stay. Just a few more minutes?" He begged.

"Kisa', a few more minutes is the same universal trick as just the tip. I know that if I stay here for a few more minutes that we'll fall back to sleep and the whole day will be fucked." You smiled down at him from where you stood at the edge of the bed.

"You know ... you, too, could be fucked, ningyō. Come on. I felt you rubbing your ass against my dick all night." Kisaki was trying so hard to get you to listen to him.

"I was freezing my ass off and scooting closer to you so I could warm up. You always leave the window open like a psychopath. I mean, y'know. You are. That's all I was doing. It wasn't sexual." Laughing at him you noticed he furrowed his brow and frowned.

"You just like teasing me." He turned over in bed and pulled the covers up to his chin.

"I am not a tease, Kisa'. You're just a big baby." You were starting to feel bad. So you sat down and pulled the covers back from his face and tucked your fingers under his chin instead and kissed him. "How. How do you always have the best breath in the morning. You're an anomaly. A complete freak of nature. You defy logic."

"Please come back to bed. I need you." Did his lip tremble? No. You're seeing things.

"I need you too, Kisa'. But we have work to do today. I'm already running late."

"Then come back to bed and we can be late together." He reached up and pulled your shirt, dragging you closer and closer to him. To be fair, you weren't really putting up a fight. Your legs were already against the bed and you had no resistance left in you.

"Okay, maybe a few more minutes. But if we fall back to sleep, you're making breakfast." You smiled and laid down next to him.

He buried his nose in your neck and absorbed your scent and heat against his face. His stubble tickled you, making you tip your head to the side to keep him out as best you could - even though you wanted all of him all over you.

"You smell so good, ningyō. Like home." He breathed in again, nuzzling deeper into you.

"Well, I am home, so it makes sense."

"You are my home. My family." Kisaki's voice was soft and quiet. You felt him move closer to you, but didn't think anything of it until you felt his teeth on your shoulder.

"Hey! What are you doing?" You tried to push him away, but he held you tighter.

"I just want a little taste." He whispered and sucked on your skin, marking you.

"Kisa'! No! We can't right now. We'll be late!"

"Then don't let me fuck you. All you have to do is make me believe you don't want to do this. That's all." He bit down a little harder, making you gasp.

"Stop! Stop or I won't let you touch me at all." You laughed so hard. He always made you laugh. This was a side of him that no one else got to bear witness to. The kind and gentle Kisaki. The playful Kisaki. The Kisaki that made your heart burst with love.

He pulled away and licked the mark he made on your skin. It was red and tender to the touch. You could tell it would be purple by the end of the day.

"Kisa'. Please." You couldn't stop laughing.

"Fine. You win." He sighed and rolled away from you. "Just kidding!" He got on his hands and knees and scooted down under the covers, working his way between your legs. "I'm hungry for a different kind of breakfast."

"Wait! Kisa'! You said you wouldn't fuck me! No!" You tried to grab his head and stop him from moving, but he was already under your shirt and pulling your panties down.

"I never promised anything. Just that I wouldn't fuck you. Not that I couldn't make you feel good." His tongue was soft and warm against your folds. "Just lay back and enjoy it. It won't take long." He hummed against your cunt and sucked on your clit, making your whole body shake.

"Kisa'. Noooo-hahahaaaa! Please. Not now. We'll be la- fuck, god." You couldn't stop yourself from grinding against his face. You were so weak for him. And he knew it.

He pushed your legs wider apart and moved his tongue faster, pressing it deeper into you, rubbing your clit just hard enough that you'd feel it but soft enough that you sought him out more.

Your back arched and your eyes rolled back. You gripped the sheets and felt yourself gush over his face as he sucked every drop of you from his lips.

He pulled himself out from under the covers and kissed you deeply.

You adore how he kisses you. It's perfect. His lips are perfect for yours. His tongue is perfect for yours. The taste of you on his tongue is perfect. It's all perfect.

"You're a brat." You whispered, pulling him closer to you.

"I'm your brat and you're perfect. Come on. Let's go to work." He laughed and jumped off the bed, dragging you with him. "And you know, you have to return the favor tonight. So be ready."

"Don't worry. I'll be ready." You kissed him again and held his hand as you walked to the shower together. "And I'll make sure to lock the window so you won't be able to open it and freeze me to death while we sleep."

"Fine. But you can't lock me out of your heart, ningyō." He smiled and turned on the water. "Let's hurry and get cleaned up. We have a day ahead of us."

You smiled at him and shook your head. Kisaki was something else. But you loved him. And you'd love him forever.

"Kisa', you know I'm never leaving you, right? You don't have to keep marking me like this. I'm already yours. Always."

"I just want to make sure everyone knows who you belong to, ningyō. That's all. Now, let's get ready. I'm starving." He pulled you into the shower and started washing your hair, massaging your scalp with his fingers and humming a tune that made you melt.

This man was really and truly something else entirely.

Taglist ::: @katkitkats @arlerts-angel @viburnt @darkstarlight82

[soubi122]

Breakups

Breakups are hard, you weren't expecting to be broken twice in row by the same person...

Warnings: MDNI (minors do not engage), both parties are adults, unprotected sex, slight angst if you squint, smut, mentions of murder, spoilers if you have not read the Tenjiku arc.

Hanma Shuji was notorious for his callus behavior, his demeanor was nothing short of boorish. The man smoked anywhere he felt like it, did anything he wanted, fucked who ever he wanted and beat the shit out of who ever he wanted. He was known for his strength and also known to have no mercy on his opponents. How did you cross paths and how did you end up falling for him?

“I'm leaving Shuji.” You say teary eyed as you pack your belongings. He couldn't even bat an eyelash at your worlds. “Whatever doll…” There was no ounce of care or respect on his tongue. It burned, much more than you thought - it was as if he was putting his cigarette out on your skin. The moment you walked out that door it felt like you were shattering into a million pieces. Things weren't just the same anymore. 

You met him when he was a loner, never one to keep company or friends but for some reason you always ended up stuck with him or under him. It was a relationship where things just came to be. You moved in with him after a year together and it was always entertaining. There wasn't a dull moment between you too. Whether he was trying to get your sweets in public or if he was throwing fists - there was always a spark. The adrenaline rush sometimes gave you a high you didn't even know you needed until you met him. There was always that question looming over everyone's head, what is a sweetheart like you doing with a demon like him? He wasn't one for emotions but everything changed when he met Kisaki Tetta. He became much more of an asshole than he already was. The devotion that he had for Kisaki was making you feel as if you meant nothing to him. Worse was when he got involved with Tenjiku, he followed Kisaki through hell and back. But he wouldn't do the same for you, even when you asked him for the simplest things - it was always 'I don't have time for that', 'how dull', or your favorite - 'Kisaki is waiting for me'. Enough is enough, with a heavy heart you made the choice to walk away from him, you were nothing more than a stubborn ache in his head that he couldn't wait to get rid of. 

“Finally, you know your place…” A familiar voice said when you walked out of Hanma's apartment. It was none other than Kisaki, the cause of your dismay and heartache. “He's all yours you little shit…” You retorted and bumped shoulders as you made your way down the block. The ache in your chest was becoming unbearable, what was years of breaking down barriers was all gone in less than 6 months after meeting Kisaki. 

Months passed by and there was no sign of Hanma anywhere. You saw the news, there were three deaths in the Kanto incident. One of them happened to be Kisaki, the demon who ended up getting Shuji tangled in murder. He was an accomplice to Kisaki in the death of an innocent girl who happened to be none other than the younger sister of Sano Manjiro. You only met once, but it was enough to make your heart sink. By the looks of it, he was on the run and with nowhere left to go - where would he go?

You looked for him day and night, asking around the sketchier side of town if they'd seen a man with tattoos on his hands, but of course he was a wanted man - no one dared to cross the reaper. No one gave you any clues or answers. Concerned with his safety, you tried putting yourself out there so that he could come find you. As much as you knew it was wrong, you knew that if the authorities, Mikey, or worse - the man with the dragon tattoo on his temple got a hold of Shuji, you’d never see him again. Leaving behind notes in places where he used to frequent was another way to try to get him to find you. "He might just kill you too (Y/N)." A friend said when they caught wind of you searching for your ex boyfriend. You gave up after months of him being MIA. 

A year later…

What a shit show, your clients were completely out-of-hand today, your bosses made you stay late, multiple coworkers called in sick, you almost had to punch a client for getting too handsy. You were walking home from work late at night and the quiet fear of someone following you started to creep up on you. Turning to look over your shoulder, you saw nothing - just an empty street with flickering lamp posts. It was unnerving as you would have preferred to see someone, just so you know you're not crazy. 

When you finally made it home, you unlocked your door and stepped in, exhaling a sigh of relief. I need to change my hours, this is ridiculous… Your train of thought was disrupted when the lights weren't turning on. The cherry on top of your disaster sundae. Walking around blindly in the dark, you began cursing yourself when you tripped on a pair of shoes that were in the hallway. Your hands were reaching for all the light switches but it was no use. It looked like your unit lost power. A small creek coming from somewhere in your apartment made you spin around blindly in the darkness, trying to focus on what was in front of you. “He-” You began but immediately stopped yourself, recalling all the horror movies you've seen before, it was always the person who called out 'Hello', that got killed first. Quietly, you backed away from the hallway and into the living room. You were going to call your neighbor for help, just in case there was really someone in your apartment. 

The moment you turned to face the doorway, you were met with a tall figure blocking your exit route. Your blood ran cold, making you freeze in place. Their heavy footsteps echoed louder in your ear as the figure began to come closer. The stench of cigarettes perforated your nostrils and you thought you were going to die. This person must have been in the middle of the robbery when you got home. The flicker of a lighter made you flinch, the yellow-orange light was too dim to make out who was in front of you. You could only catch a few details, he was tall, had a hoodie over him and had long hair. The hood drooped over his eyes, you couldn't tell if he was looking at you. His other hand moved slowly upward, he held a cigarette and lit it up. You could hear him inhale and the tip of the cigarette burned red - the combination of the lighter and cigarette light illuminated his hands. You felt your stomach drop when you noticed the signature tattoo… The person standing in your home was none other than Hanma Shuji. 

“Shuji…?” You asked carefully, your feet were still cemented to the ground as a chill ran up your spine. “It's been a while, doll…” He said as he pulled his hood back, allowing you to see his face for the first time in over a year. His hair grew out, blonde streaks framed his face and even at this distance you noticed the dark circles under his eyes. For a man who has been on the run, you were almost certain he was at his wits end - he would only come to you if he had nowhere else left to go. 

He began to close the distance slowly and carefully. Knowing you weren’t stupid enough to make any sudden moves, he was more worried about you trying to punch him more than anything. “What are you doing here? Why are you here?” You tried to choke back your fear, it’s been so long - you weren’t sure if this was still the same Shuji you knew. “I need a favor.” Hanma asked with a bit of discomfiture. Struggling with how to respond, you half wanted to wrap your arms around him and the other half wanted to shove him out of your apartment. “I can’t…I’m living with someone.” You lied through your teeth to try and get him out of your apartment, if you get caught harboring a criminal then that was it. Kiss your work goodbye and that life you worked so hard to build - it would have been for nothing. 

The snicker that escaped his lips made you pout, he sounded the same and it always created a spark regardless of the situation. Hanma took a drag from his cigarette and was now inches from your face, he exhaled the smoke through his nostrils and had a grin on his face. “You live alone dollface.” Damn it, you wished he didn’t know that, you were hoping he’d take the bait. It looks like he had taken a look through your apartment prior to you getting home. “I’ll be quiet and out of your hair in a few days.” Those beautiful golden eyes remained bright, they never dulled - sucking you in. “I-I don’t know Shuji…what if someone sees-” You were met with a long slender finger pressed against your lip, silencing your next words. “Like I said, I’ll be quiet and out in a few days…” If only you had taken up the offer of having a roommate, you would have not been in this situation. 

Stepping back, you muttered an ‘ok’. A small sigh of relief could be heard from him. You never thought you’d ever hear an expression of worry or concern from him. He really was at his wits end. “Did you do something to my power?” You ask a little annoyed that you were still in the dark with a pretty much a total stranger. Hanma began to walk away and into your closet in the entryway where you breakers were, he flipped the switches and the lights came back on. It felt as if someone was shining a flashlight in your face, you screwed your eyes shut and winced. The heavy footsteps came close again, when you opened your eyes and adjusted to the light, you finally saw him. The dark circles under his eyes were noticeable, he lost weight and his fingers looked a little boney. 

“You look good (Y/N).” He said while smirking at you, admiring your curves and the low cut blouse you were wearing. The pink that dusted your features became visible to him, he always knew what to say to make you feel self conscious. “Go shower, you smell like beer and cigarettes. There is an extra toothbrush in the bathroom drawers. I’ll bring you some clothes too.” You say while turning away from him, you needed an excuse to move away from his sharp eyes. He grinned and began to make his way to your bathroom. Truth is, he knew you had kept some of his clothes, he knew you kept spare stuff in your home just for him. Call it a gut feeling, that or he had already snooped around your apartment long enough to take notice. “Keep the shower head in place please - I know you’re tall but if you move it, you’ll flood my bathroom.” You said while pinching the bridge of your nose. Your shower had a frameless door that covered about 65% of the entryway.

The moment he was out of sight, you walked into your bedroom and collapsed on the soft mattress. What the hell were you thinking allowing him to stay here? He could kill you, he could rob you, he could strangle you in your sleep - oh god, what if he sets your apartment on fire while you’re sleeping? After a few minutes of arguing with yourself you got up to grab a towel and his old clothes - you really only used them while at home but could never bring yourself to throw them out. When you stepped out of your room, you noticed that the bathroom door was cracked and you could hear that the shower was on. He’s in already? Good - I don’t want to face him. You think to yourself as you knock on the door. “Shuji? I’m coming in to leave a towel and some clothes out for you.” He stayed quiet. Mentally, you rolled your eyes at his non responsive ass. By the looks of it, he already knew where the extra stuff was - the toothbrush was already out and used. I guess he really was looking around your apartment before you got home. Through the foggy glass, you could see his silhouette and long hair that reached his shoulders. Fuck, now was not the time to get excited. As much as you denied it, you couldn’t help but think about him when you were alone at night. Sometimes wearing his clothes to bed had you feeling whole, almost as if he was there with you, but the thoughts turned into desire, you’d end up pleasuring yourself when your thoughts ran wild. The thoughts began to make your legs quiver and warmth spread through your core. Thinking about what he was up to, where he was and who he was fucking - it made a knot in your throat and butterflies in your stomach. Soon the bitter taste that lingered on your tongue would snatch you out of bliss.

“(Y/N)?” Hanma asked as he peaked around the edge of the glass, you quickly turned around to face the door to avoid him catching you daydreaming. “Y-Yes?” Crap! You stuttered on your own words and he was quick to catch on. “You’re out of soap…” Huh? That’s not possible, you were almost certain that you replaced the bottle in the shower a few days ago, there was no way it was empty. “Um, there is some extra under the sink…” You say and begin to walk out, but are stopped by him calling your name out again. “Don’t wanna get your floor wet…can you get it for me?” You couldn’t see that lazy grin he had plastered on his face but you could already imagine it. Exhaling in annoyance, you kept facing towards the door and took a few steps back to reach the cabinet door under the sink. When you grabbed the bottle, you stood up and extended your arm back for him to take the soap. “I can’t reach.” Hanma was seriously testing your patience. “Are you kidding me? Those fucking long ass arms of yours can’t reach?” You retorted and took a step back to get closer. 

His hands brushed against yours when he reached over to take the bottle from your hands. It felt like electricity coursing through your veins, you almost - almost turned around to face him. “Thanks dollface.” Hanma said coyly, he was taking advantage of you looking the other way so that he could rake his eyes over your figure. Things that he never appreciated about you made his member twitch. You were always too kind, compared to him - you were a saint, an angel who had mercy on a devil. 

After exiting the bathroom, you closed the door, making sure there was no way to see him exposed. You didn't know how much more you could take, your core was throbbing and your heart was pounding. If you could, you would go back there and…NO! He made his choice…You think to yourself as you peeled your body away from the door. 

Stepping into your bedroom, you began to undress and change into your comfy clothing. It was already 2:00 a.m. and you were ready to just call it a night. A soft knock on your door made you jump and quickly finish changing - “Yes?”, he could hear you shuffling around in your room. “Got anything to eat?” Of course, the first thing he would ask for is food right after a shower, like always. He hasn’t really changed. “You are more than welcome to raid my fridge.” You said while stepping out of your room in your loungewear. Shorts and a tank top, it wasn’t anything flashy or sexy, but oh how you just lit a fire in him. Oh how he regrets letting you walk away that day. He could feel his cock begin to harden at how pretty your skin looked, he wanted to touch it, bite it and mark it. 

“Shuji?” You asked, feeling a little uncomfortable at how his eyes traveled along your chest. When he refused to peel his eyes away, you scoffed and turned around to get back into your room to find a sweater or robe to wear. Hanma realized you were planning to hide away and walked in right behind you. The heavy footsteps made you spin around and you were now face to face with him. “Don't…” The low and heavy tone made your heart skip a beat. His word was laced with hunger, it was more of a demand than a request. It felt like you were rooted in place when he got closer, leaning in to ghost his lips on your neck. He could hear your breathing become unsteady, you wanted him more than you were letting on. Your scent was like heaven to him, you never stopped wearing that perfume he said he liked on you. The warm amber, vanilla and sandalwood notes had him intoxicated, memories of you underneath him began to play in his head. 

“Shu…” You began to back away but were met with long slender arms being wrapped around your waist, pulling you in. “You're so beautiful, dollface…” He said while nipping at your neck. It made your breath hitch and a light moan escaped your lips. God you could feel his member throb and twitch against you as he left open mouth kisses on your neck. “No one comes close to what you feel like…” Hungry hands began to roam your back and waist, his calloused fingers were tracing your spine and dipping below to grip your hips - it made your breath hitch when he squeezed a little too tight. “Ow, Shuji - stop.” You pleaded but he pushed you backwards, making you fall back into the mattress. He had you pinned beneath him with his mouth latched on to your neck, sucking on the skin and leaving purple marks. It hurts too much to ignore the pain in the pleasure, to ignore the heartache that was running rampant in your chest. “Babe, stop!” In one motion you shoved him away from you, the tears in your eyes were now streaming down your face and he took notice. He was too busy devouring your neck to even feel the fat tears roll down your cheek. You didn’t realize what you just called him but oh how he caught that in an instant, there were still lingering feelings for him. 

“You don’t get to just break into my apartment and expect me to act like nothing happened! I can’t act like you didn’t break my heart, I can’t act like you weren’t involved in a murder!” Those last words sounded too harsh, even for you - it made you clasp your hands over your mouth. So that’s what this was about, in his mind you were still bitter about him choosing Kisaki over you, he wasn’t even thinking about murder being the reason why you pushed him off. “Still being a bitch about me leaving you?” The smirk on his face made your heart drop, he thinks that he was the one that ended it? That he’s the one who called it quits? No, he was not about to try and belittle your feelings again. 

“I fucking left you, you asshole! I walked out that door and you did nothing to stop me! Even after all I did for you, I gave myself to you-” Hanma was quick to cut you off. “I didn’t ask you to give yourself to me, babe.” The rancorous words felt like someone throwing acid in your face. Why did Hanma even decide to come here? He was responding the only way he knew how, like an asshole. Was it really that easy for him to think that you were going to bend to his will or that you were going to lovingly open your heart for him? “Why the fuck did you come here Shuji?” You spat back. There was a glint of pain in his eyes. He didn’t want to admit it but you were his last choice. When he saw your figure walk down the street a few days ago he was reminded of the days spent with you, how you were the only one who opened up to him and didn’t use him. The memories of having his hands wrapped around your throat while he fucked into your warm and tight walls, and seeing you smile as he did - it sent him over the edge. It was truly the only time he felt peace and maybe even love, but he had his head too far up his ass to even realize it. Once Kisaki was out of the picture, he knew he had nothing left. 

“Get off of me Shuji…” You muttered while covering your face with your arm - he didn’t deserve to see you cry over him. Seeing you fall apart for the first time was clouding his judgment. He should have walked out of your apartment, there was a high chance that you would report him to the police if he stayed but the way your chest was heaving up and down - he couldn’t bring himself to leave you. 

Hanma leaned in and you feel the strands of long hair cage your face, he nipped your bottom lip while gently moving your arm away from your face. He wanted to see your pouty face and etch it into his memory. Those golden eyes were like rich pools of honey, sucking you in just like before - as much as you wanted to resist, it was futile. The moment he reached to cup your face, you caved in and pulled him in by the collar of his shirt. The kisses were delicate and slow, growing hungrier by the second as you bit his lower lip - making him growl into the kiss. “Were you not happy with me?” You asked between kisses and sobs, you thought about him almost everyday and wondered if he was thinking of you. If he would have come back to you sooner, you were almost a 100% sure you would have ran away with him or hid him from the world. 

He couldn’t respond, there was too much running through his head and the way you were kissing him, his whole body was becoming numb. “Shuji?” You asked, while running your fingers through his tresses. His large palms ran down your hips and gripped your ass, making you raise your hips to meet his. He began to move your hips into his, feeling the warmth of your clothed cunt made a whimper escape his throat. Oh how you missed him, behind that destructive demeanor was a man who melted for you. 

“I found your notes, dollface.” He finally responded while pulling your shorts down. The pang in your chest felt like someone sucker punching you. “...and you didn’t come back to me?” The anguish in your tone made him feel guilty for once. A sob broke through the heated moment. He knew…he fucking knew… The inner voice was screaming at you, it knew not to trust him, it was begging you to stop before it went any farther. The sensation of something long and hard pressed between your thighs made you pull his hair back. He didn’t even bother to underdress, only pulling the sweats down enough to set his member free. Lining himself up with your slit, he pushed past your entrance and basked at how your body reacted to him. He didn’t even bother to prep you, he wanted to see the raw reactions that contorted your face with pain and pleasure. The stretch burned and you wanted to spit him back out but your body was betraying itself, it wanted more.

He was coating his cock with your sweet arousal by slowly pulling out and thrusting back in little by little when met with resistance. Soft moans and pants filled the room when he bottomed out, he remained still as he felt your velvet walls around his length. His head was resting in the crook of your neck, he too was trying hard not to break. Nothing compared to being buried inside you, your walls were his home, his sanctuary. You could feel him throb between your legs and let out a breathy moan. He took that as his que to move. Slow and deep thrusts had you whimpering underneath him, the way he completely filled you up made the coil in your belly tighten. He pulled your tank top down and pulled the cups of your unlined bra down to expose your perky breasts to the cool air. 

Hanma licked his thumb and began to rub it on the pebbled nub. His saliva was acting like a lubricant and his thumb kept tracing gentle circles on it while his mouth latched on to your other nipple. The electricity that ran down your spine made your back arch. Innocent and sweet moans echoed in his ear, god how he loved hearing you fall apart for him. “Shuji…harder…” You begged as you ran your nails down his back, leaving red streaks and threatening to tear the skin. He smirked against your skin. Your body ached for him, burned for him - it felt like an eternity without him. He began to bite and suck on your nipples, making you moan loudly - loud enough for your neighbors to hear. “Fuck dollface, I miss making you scream for me.” He said as he moved on to your left nippled and began biting it again. 

His hips began to pick up the pace, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot that had you moaning out his name. “Shit, (Y/N)- you’re gonna make me cum.” Just him panting and grunting out your name had you on cloud 9. The tip of his cock kept kissing your cervix, making you arch your back and pull his hair - never in a million years did you ever think he’d let his hair grow out but oh how it was working to your advantage. Those desperate and hungry moans that bled through his lips as you tugged those tresses had you grinning coyly, even while he was on top - he was losing control. More and more you found yourself wanting to break him, make him regret losing you and make him yours again. 

Almost as if he could read your mind, he sat up and pinned your wrists above your head. It only took one hand to do so, there was no struggle to keep your small wrists in place. Those bright eyes of his reflected mischief and fire. “You’re still my good girl, yeah?” Hanma said as he slammed repeatedly into you, making your eyes roll into the back of your skull with each thrust. You could only absentmindedly nod your head and moan out a sweet yes for him. The way he would continuously bring you closer and closer to the edge was making new tears form on your lash line. “Oh god…” You moaned and tried to free your wrists. “Shuji…I’m so close…” He could only look down at you and admire your beautiful face contorted with pleasure. Pleasure that he was giving you, no one else - just him. 

With his free hand, he began to teasingly trace light circles on your clit. The sensation was making your legs shake. Hanma can feel the way your walls were contracting and sucking him in deeper and tighter. He was beginning to feel the warmth ravage his core, low grunts and moans were bleeding from his mouth. Not only did he want to reach his high, he wanted you to reach yours as well. That unmistakable feeling was creeping up your spine, your breathing became erratic and with one final thrust and swipe of his fingers on your clit, your eyes were clouded in white. 

He painted your walls white and continued to thrust until he completely emptied himself in you. Left in a sweaty and dazed mess you pulled him in for a heated kiss. “Stay with me Shuji.” You whispered into his lips, hoping he would say yes. “I’ll stay, dollface.” He grinned and continued to kiss you. Sweet nothings were exchanged, regardless of the things he did, you still loved him, you still kept him in your heart. Hanma knew that this was his home, you were his home - he should have never left. The whole night was spent between the sheets, that is until you both passed out from exhaustion. 

Morning sunlight trickled into your room, the warmth of the bedsheets had you not wanting to open your eyes, let alone move from your comfortable position. You groaned when the sunlight hit your square in the face and you rolled over, the right side of the bed was cold and empty. When last night’s actions finally replayed in your head, you jolted up in a panic - “Shuji?” You gasped and wrapped yourself in a bathrobe. Your legs felt like jelly and you couldn’t even walk straight. “Shuji!” You called out yet again and were met with silence. Looking around, you noticed that the extra close you had kept from him was missing. Your wallet was open and on the table. He stole what little cash you had and walked out. He knew he couldn't stay here with you, not like this. “You fucking liar!” You screamed inside the empty home with hot tears falling down your face. He could have at least said goodbye, he could have at least told you no when you asked him to stay but all he could do was tell you lies and disappear. Something deep down inside you was telling you that this was the last time you’d ever see him again. 

[kissesforsatoru]

Also for yandere platonic baji imagine if darling was hiding who she was talking to bc she knows that he finna react with either restricitng her even further like locking her away or just restricting the outfits she can wear or something like that. But then hearing through the grapevine via some random girls gossiping about his friend leaving with someone with glasses and a tan, and realising that she was with KISAKI. OF ALL THE MFS THAT SHE COULD'VE CHOSEN.

I know damn well this just send baji into a rage bc THE AUCADITY, even if she didn't know who she was the fact that she was falling with that STEVE URKEL looking mf is just mad. Ik of or a fact that baji either finna pull up on kisaki and rock his shit do fucking hard that he ends up in a hospital and just GLARING at darling when she tries to stop him. Then he drags her ass home and punishes her, and then after that he'd be even more overprotective of her.

OR he can get kazutora and chifuyu to stalk them too see what they're doing and then when it's time the 3 of them jump kisaki and run his fade in the most disrespectful way possible.

Honestly I just want baji to beat the breaks off of kisaki. And I'm a sucker for drama.

baji would get fuyu and tora to not only stalk you and kisaki for a while, but then he'd also have them help him later jump kisaki because no way is kisaki making it out of that situation alive. baji already hated kisaki, but to see him fucking around with you, his precious little friend? hell fucking no.

and you will be 100% unsuccessful in trying to stop any of them from beating up kisaki. baji will lock you up and keep you there until he's finished if you even try because he really doesn't want to hear you try and stand up for that asshole. besides, you asked for this. you went behind bajis back and started talking to a boy that he despises. what did you expect?

and when he is done with kisaki, trust that you will be dealt with accordingly. he's gonna sit you down for a nice long lecture about talking to random boys, and in the process, he's going to gaslight you. you gave him the perfect opening to gaslight you because he knows first-hand how dangerous kisaki is, so he can use that against you. "he just wants to use you" or "he almost had me killed? do you hate me so much that you want to date the guy that tried to kill me" and don't forget the classic "i'm just trying to potect you and this whole incident just proves that you need it."

if he's particularly mad, like if you end up kissing kisaki or somehow get into an official relationship with him, then he will even go so far as to threaten you if he has to, saying something like "if you don't fucking listen to me i'm going to give up eventually and you're going to get kidnapped or some shit, maybe worse. see if i fucking care after you keep rejecting my protection." of course he would never actually let that happen, but the threat is there and your dumbass self will fall for it since that seems to be something you're good at--falling for deception and lies like it's nothing.

[hinatastinygiant]

65 | Wasabi

Pairing: Tokyo Revengers x Fem!Reader

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DAY 31

You and Chifuyu sit outside the medical building on a log in front of a small fire you had made together. The sun is beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the horizon.

"Hey, uh, I forgot to ask before you left to go look for Baji, but you haven't seen Peke J around, have you?" Chifuyu gulps nervously as he looks over at you.

"Chifuyu, I've been here for a week already and now you're asking me about your cat?" you shake your head.

"Well, it's just that I know he always followed you around so I just thought..." he sighs, defeated and knowing that he may never see Peke J again.

"He was with me," you answer honestly. "He saved me from that asshole at the amusement park when I found Hakkai."

"And he didn't come back here with you?" Chifuyu then asks.

"No, I guess not," you shake your head solemnly. "I'm really sorry, Chifuyu."

"It's not your fault. He wasn't really my cat. He just followed me around. So I guess he was as much mine as he was yours," he then shrugs. "Maybe he'll come back someday."

You smile, relieved that he isn't pissed off about it. "I'm sure he will."

"What did you do, Y/N? After the whole Baji incident?" he continues to ask you.

You explain to him how you happened to run into Kisaki- the man who killed your parents and about how you used Sanzu and his group to go back and kill Kisaki's friends at the prison.

"Woah," he replies in shock once you finish the story. "We certainly live two completely different lives, don't we?"

"I guess so," you smile softly. "But that's not to say we can't be friends, right?"

Chifuyu looks at you with a serious expression on his face. "I think staying friends is good for us," he agrees.

You nod, trying to hide the tinge of disappointment that strikes you right in the stomach at his words. "Yeah, I agree. It's best to stay level-headed in these times."

Chifuyu reaches over and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. "Don't think that I don't like you or anything," he then smiles softly. "It's just that I don't want to make things any more complicated than they already are."

You force a smile at his words. "I know. It's fine, I understand."

Chifuyu looks out across the street toward the setting sun. You can see the hurt in his eyes when he looks away from you. It hurts you to have this conversation, but he is right. It's important to focus on staying alive rather than being in a relationship or anything.

"And you're right," you then add to your previous statement. "We can't let out emotions cloud our judgment."

"It's hard," he shakes his head. "This world is so fucked up." Chifuyu then turns back to you with a small grin on his face.

You nod with the feeling of shared disappointment feeling rather good in this moment. Despite how lonely you are in a screwed-up world, still without your parents and without your two best friends most of the time, it's nice to know that Chifuyu's got your back.

However, inside you can't help the twinge of sadness. The other day it had really felt to you as though Chifuyu was hinting about his feelings, but now, with the world still crumbling around you, it seems as though his mind has been changed. For now, you're forced to be content with your friendship but you can't help but wonder what could have been in a different world.

Chifuyu excuses himself after a few moments, leaving you alone with your thoughts. It was only then that you noticed Hakkai approaching slowly from where Chifuyu had walked off.

"Hey," you smile weakly as he draws near. You can hardly see his face until he walks closer toward the dying fire. "How're you feeling?"

"Are you going to keep asking me that every day?" he chuckles as he replaces the spot where Chifuyu had just been sitting. 

"Until you're one hundred percent, yes," you answer.

"Guess I'm doing a bit better," he then shrugs. "Thanks for checking up on me."

The two of you then fall into an awkward silence, both unsure of what to say. Then, you suddenly remember something that might take away from the awkwardness.

"I actually know your brother and sister," you speak up. "Yuzuha and Taiju."

Hakkai's eyes light up. "Really? How do you know them?"

"Well, I met Yuzuha with one of the first groups I ran into. Then I met Taiju when he tried choking me to death."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that," Hakkai sighs. "My brother always was a fucking asshole."

"On the bright side I think your sister turned out pretty nice," you shrug.

Hakkai grins. "Yeah, she's a good person. She and I always looked out for each other when we were home. My brother wasn't always the greatest to be around."

You raise an eyebrow at his statement. "How so?"

Hakkai hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I guess it started in middle school. He started to beat the two of us when we were 'out of line'. He also got into a lot of fights and would often come home covered in blood. Even got to the point where he was into weird food. Like, really weird-looking stuff."

You laugh at how Kakucho raved about the food Taiju made for Sanzu and his group. "I've gotta admit, it didn't taste all that bad though."

"You ate his food?" he asks, eyes growing wide.

"Yeah, why?"

Hakkai grimaces. "I don't want to talk about it. Just the thought of it makes me sick."

"Well if I ate something like somebody's pet dog or something I'd like to know," you shudder.

Hakkai doesn't say anything and instead shifts in his seat, making you feel equally uncomfortable.

"Did I eat someone's fucking dog?" you gasp.

"No," he gulps. "My brother, well he was supposed to be getting help for his issue, but he, uh... He eats people."

Your whole body runs cold. "What?!" you stutter. "You're joking, right?"

"I didn't want to tell you," he sighs. "And I was kinda hoping he was over the whole thing but in a world like this... shit, I guess it was obvious."

Without warning, you turned to the side and retched, emptying the contents of your stomach onto the ground beside yourself. It was a few moments before you realized that Hakkai was looking between you and the ground beneath himself, not sure what to say or do.

"I'm so sorry," you tell him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "I don't know what came over me."

Hakkai waves his hand dismissively. "It's okay, really. I shouldn't have said what I did. Are you feeling alright?"

You shake your head, still feeling nauseous. "No, I don't think so. Shit, I feel so bad for puking right in front of you."

Hakkai reaches out a tentative hand and pats your back awkwardly. "It's alright, I had a similar reaction when I found out about my brother, too. Is there anything I can do to help?"

You shake your head once more. "I think I just need to rest for a bit."

Hakkai nods, still looking a bit uncomfortable. "Of course. Do you want me to help you back to your room?"

"No, I think I can manage," you smile softly, despite how your head begins to spin. "Thanks for being here, though."

Hakkai gives you a small smile as he watches you stand up. "Anytime. Take care of yourself."

You nod and slowly make your way back to the health center feeling extremely weak. You could've lived without Hakkai telling you that you ate human meat, but on the other hand, you're glad that he did. 

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Taglist: @pikagirl2001330 @romaka344

[p-antomime]

ㅤ𔘓 ─ ##. tenjiku boys with a partner who never moans!

ㅤ𔘓 ─ ##. izana, kakucho, haruchiyo, ran, rindou, shion, kisaki, hanma, kokonoi.

content + warnings: 18+, including: fingering, squirting, voice kink, dacryphilia, nicknames, breath play, overstimulation, manhandle, orgasm denial, pain play, mention of mindbreak, praise kink & worship, slight degradation, mention of breeding kink, cervix fucking, use of petnames.

note: all the characters mentioned are aged up.

request.

tokyo rev. masterlist.

a/n: yasuhiro & mochi are not included because I just don't like them.

ㅤ໑. IZANA; 黒川 ᵎ

first of all, Izana wants to hear every sound coming out of your mouth, from "Fuck" and "Please" to moaning and panting and whining

so he would be a bit irritated to find that you only let little whimpers escape

Izana wants you to scream at the top of your lungs for him, for his sake, so it would be a competition to see how well he could get beautiful breath-cut moans out of your pretty mouth.

when his hands gripped your hips to keep your body still while his cock fucked you from behind and you felt his tip rub against that particular spongy spot that made your body collapse forward on wobbly legs and your fingers grip the bed sheets and finally your moans being heard by the man with tan skin and white hair, it was almost like a dream to Izana Kurokawa

was he in heaven?

no, but he was making a lil’ angel moan for him.

and just then Izana kept angling his hips to find again that spot inside you that completely crumbled you and over and over again your mouth let the most beautiful, most lewd sounds pour out

his hands went from your hips to neck and soon he was lifting your body so that your back was against his chest and it took him less than five seconds to admire your tears of pleasure streaming down the rim of the eyes in the same way that saliva was falling down the sides of your lips

Izana raised one eyebrow in a faux expression of sympathy mixed with confusion:

❝ Oh, sweetie! Why are you crying, hm? Am I fucking you that good? Don't cry when we both know you're moaning like a slut in heat for me. ❞

ㅤ໑. RAN; 灰谷 ᵎ

Daddy? sorry. daddy? oh, sorry.

Haitani Ran is not an insecure guy, nor is he a short fuse one, so he knows in advance that as soon as he sinks inside your pussy, you're enjoying it

no matter if he is stretching your walls almost to the limit and kissing your cervix almost in a painful way, you are loving it

by the way your body moves in sync with his, chest rises and falls, breaths become shallow and your eyes half-closed as a way for your body to try to contain the intense rush of pleasure coursing through you

and usually Ran assumes a position of faux sympathy dom

which means that if you end up moaning with pleasure, in a moment of surprise he will slow down his thrusts, glue his body to yours as he leans over and stares you in the eye before asking: ❝ Did that hurt? ❞; and it would be just the opposite:

Ran had slammed right up against your G-spot and had made you plunge into an electric wave of pleasure that destabilized all control of your body, so the only response he would get would be something like a mess of drooling, whimpering, moaning and several gasping ❝ R-Ran ❞

❝ Oh, didn't that hurt, sweetheart? ❞, he raised one eyebrow looking down at you once your body was below his with legs widely spread and wrists pinned above your groin by just one hand of his: ❝ Then maybe I should fuck you until it hurts, what do you think? ❞

and your head desperately bobbed in a response positively

Because the only thing that was coming out of your lips was a mess of incoherent sounds combined with several moans as Ran rubbed his dick again and again against your most sensitive inner spot

❝ You're a painslut, aren't you? You get cockdrunk with so little, sweetie~ ❞

ㅤ໑. SHION; 斑目 ᵎ

first of all:

smug jerk, cocky bastard

that's what Shion Madarame is, everybody knows that.

BUT

Shion is a smug asshole who likes to know that he is pleasuring you in the right way and the most obvious way in which he can discern that 1. he is not manhandling you too much (because everyone knows he would do it you as much as Kisaki and 2. he is fucking you right is by hearing the beautiful sounds coming out of your mouth

he wouldn't be angry specifically because you minimally moaned even when he had his fingers or cock shoved deep inside your pussy, but rather because this man needs to hear them

both for pleasure and safety

Shion is usually rude and harsh and almost cruel, but he has a heart </3 (sometimes

so he was now too busy giving you overstimulation with his fingers rubbing your clit while his dick was deep inside widening your walls.

seconds before you had said: "S-Shion, can you... can you go faster ple..." and before you could finish making the request, Shion was already complying and moving your body up and down on his cock

riding him~

which meant that it was much easier for him to reach deeper inside you, but his tip brushed against a specifically sensitive one in such an abrupt way that your whole body collapsed forward and you choked violently before actually moaning for the first time

Oh.

Shion raised his eyebrows suggestively before he opened a sideways smile; you looking at him embarrassed, small tears pooling around your eyes from the overstimulation and mouth ajar still moaning

❝ Do it again, pretty girl, moan loud enough to wake the neighbors, I want to see you all ruined by the end of it all. ❞

ㅤ໑. KISAKI; 鉄太 ᵎ

hmmmm.... I have conflicting thoughts with this mf here

and they are discrepant

the first thought is: Kisaki can be a soft dom if he tries hard enough

and the second is: he would manhandle you any chance he got, because he sees you as a little angel ready to be wrecked and also a fleshlight for him to fuck until he gets tired

but, in both cases, Kisaki would be as annoyed as Izana when he came to the brief conclusion that you barely moaned and only let little whimpers escape

which means: he would be fucking you from behind with one hand clamped on your chin, forcing you to face him through a mirror in his bedroom

i firmly believe that Kisaki would be denying your orgasm and have told you from the start that you could only cum when you let him hear your beautiful lustful sounds

the rhythm inside you starting to get louder and louder and the pressure deep inside your belly getting tighter and tighter and harder to control your trembling body

and in a stroke of luck he ended up brushing against one of your most sensitive spots and your mouth would open in a small "O" shape with several loud moans escaping

your pussy eventually squirting completely over his cock which at no time stopped coming and going inside you, not even when your liquids began to wet the bed sheets

Kisaki would lean in with fingers squeezing your chin a little harder and watching your watery eyes roll upwards from pleasure

❝ See? I knew you could give me what I wanted like the good girl you are, keep moaning for me, I want you hoarse until I'm done fucking you. ❞

ㅤ໑. RINDOU; 灰谷 ᵎ

* cough * * cough *

hard dom!rindou, idc

he would be completely willing to spend HOURS just fucking you until he could get more than just a whimper out of your lips.

there would already be marks all over your body, from fingers, slaps and bites and Rindou would be fucking you dumb in mating press position with eyes glazed over your face and feeling a little frustrated...

until his dick slams against a specifically more sensitive spot inside you and the situation totally changes

your shoulders suddenly tensing and face frowning as your head falls back and a high moan in the shape of his name comes out of your lips

a wicked smile drawing itself on Rindou's face, his hands holding your legs wide open as you tried to close them

him starting to increase the rhythm inside you, not forgetting the way your face contorted for his sake and the way your sounds resounded

as his cock slammed against your sweet spot again and again and your body moved up and down frantically, the pleasure beginning to cloud your senses and a feeling of overstimulation spreading through your body

your eyes filled with tears as your moans began to get louder and louder, Rindou knew he was going to end up cumming inside you just from watching your pretty face get wet with tears

❝ This is how I like it, you being my breeding slut, keep crying and moaning for me until I fill you completely. ❞

ㅤ໑. KAKUCHO; 筆頭 ᵎ

OHHH, KAKU-CHAN

FIRST OF ALL:

he is a service dom, idc idc

when Kakucho gets into the subject: you, know that he is only out to give pleasure and if he gets pleasure eventually it is just a detail and reward, but the focus remains on you

do you know what this means?

it means that this handsome boy would think that you were holding back your own moans out of shame or something like this

so expect Kakucho Hitto to give 3x more of himself just to listen to your moans, even if your little whimpers were already enough to make his cock twitch in his pants

maybe he would become obsessed with your moans later on like Hanma and Izana

and when his ears finally picked up your beautiful sounds after a slow but deep thrust inside your wet cunnie, Kakucho for a moment got careless with the force of his own movements and ended up going too deep, hitting your cervix and making little pearly tears appear at the corner of your eyes

no saint nor the Devil were able to explain how much this made Kakucho horny, seeing you with a pretty crying face while moaning for him

❝ Keep moaning for me, pretty baby, be a good girl and keep doing this. ❞

ㅤ໑. HANMA; 修二 ᵎ

Hanma would be making you ride him just for the pleasure of watching your tits go up and down as his hips went up against your body going down to never leave you empty without his dick.

and to be honest, unlike Izana, Rindou and Shion, he wouldn't mind so much your moaning little

in fact, he thought it even better since he wouldn't have to stick fingers in your mouth to muffle your sounds and not bother the neighbors who were already a pain in the ass

he thought so.

Hanma thought so until, in an thrust deeper than the others, he reached a sweeter spot inside your cunt

and see you completely undone with body almost falling backwards and your walls squeezing his cock hard

your mouth moaning his name in a slurred manner and his dick twitching at the new pleasurable stimulus

oh, maybe Hanma had a voice kink and didn't know it

but something he was sure he knew was that he wanted to keep listening to your beautiful, angelic moans

so his hands clamped down on your hips, keeping you still, and he began to strain to see you crumble further and further before him

❝ Hanma, I c-can't... can't take... ❞, you would try to speak between groans with your nails digging into his chest

❝ Aww, my pretty girl, you can and you will. Look how well you're taking me, how beautiful your moans are. Now hands on the headboard, I'll fuck you till you cry. ❞

ㅤ໑. KOKONOI; 一 ᵎ

my pretty Kokonoi Hajime~

Koko would be so kind, kissing your whole body with his hands caressing your hips and breasts

unlike everyone else, he would think that you didn't let your moans out because you weren't comfortable enough

so the idea would be to get you totally comfortable, lying against the bed you two share with his cock slowly moving in and out of your cunt.

also, he is so good at worship and praise, so much so that as soon as his dick hit a sweet spot inside you he was talking:

❝ My good girl, taking my so well. ❞

and his phrase was interspersed by a drawn out moan from you and Kokonoi genuinely thought he had heard it wrong, until he moved hips again and reached that point and heard your beautiful, angelic sounds again

your hands desperately reached for his bare chest for balance and back arched with pleasure

you could feel his cock pulsing against your walls every time you moaned loudly, it was fascinating for Koko to finally hear your moans

❝ Do you think you can keep moaning to me, pretty? ❞, Kokonoi would ask with a small smile on his lips as you moved your head positively without relying on your vocal cords to reproduce any sound other than a lewd moan, ❝ Good girl, love you! ❞

ㅤ໑. HARUCHIYO; 三途 ᵎ

this guy here.

breathe in and out.

Sanzu would manhandle you even rougher than Kisaki and Shion combined, making you ride him until your legs were wobbly and hips, aching; your eyes spattered with little tears that made his cock twitch against your walls.

but do you think he would only be using his dick to get the moans out of you that he wanted to hear?

oh no, two of his fingers would also be inside you at the same time, curving upwards occasionally

and the overstimulation making you lose track of even who you were, what you were doing, who you were doing it with

it was almost as if you were his ragdoll, and a smug sideways grin never stopped decorating his lips interspersed with his two scars

Haruchiyo had said in a low, husky tone from the beginning: ❝ I'll only treat you like more than a slutty girl when you let me hear your pretty sounds, understand? ❞

and you had agreed looking at him with glowing orbs of anxiety and anticipation

but honestly, your body was about to indulge in a mind-break that was halfway to occur as soon as his fingers found your G-spot and by a stroke of luck their tips pressed into it

seconds later, the room was filled with a waterfall of loud moans from you

fuck, that's what Haruchiyo wanted

❝ Oh, pretty baby, stop crying... or I will destroy you and your bunnycunt and give you a good reason to be crying. ❞

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Six

The Captive

Pairing: Kisaki x Fem!Reader previous | next | the assassin's betrayal

The next time you open your eyes you find yourself in a dimly lit room thanks to the boarded-up windows surrounding you. Once you realize you're definitely not where you ought to be, you attempt to stand but realize that you're strapped down to a chair with ropes around your wrists and ankles.

Soon, footsteps are heard a little ways off and you find Kazutora casually walking towards you. With another tug on your restraints, you narrow your eyes and spit at him saying, "I thought we made it really damn clear that we were partners, you asshole! Let me go!"

But he can't possibly be your kidnapper, right? He'd never betray Mikey.

"Sorry, Y/N," he apologizes fakely, "but I'm actually already partners with Kisaki."

"The hell are you talking about?!" you continue to shout. "We're partners, dumbass! Did you get concussed in the car?!"

With a sigh, Kazutora bends down on his knees right in front of you and shrugs. "Don't think so."

"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" you say a bit calmer, trying to reason with him. "Mikey's gonna freak out and kill you!"

"How, when he's got his best assassin right in front of me all tied up?" he smirks. "The whole reason he hired you was so he didn't have to get his hands dirty, you know, 'cause of the whole 'dark impulses' thing he's got goin' on."

"I don't get why you're doing this," you say with a shake of your head. "What's the point?"

Kazutora tilts his head to the side, jingling his earring as he looks at you from a new perspective.

"What would be the fun in life if I didn't mix it up a bit?" he hums, a sadistic smirk crawling across his lips as he answers your question.

"What a dumb excuse," you scoff. "How long have you been with Kisaki for?"

"Hmm, I dunno... Two or three months maybe?"

Finally, it hits you. That's how he was able to track Kisaki with his phone. He must have shared that information with Mikey when he found out there was a price on his partner's head to make sure you didn't get anywhere close to killing him. And shit, you even gave him your gun!

"Well, what was all that bullshit about working with me, then?" you ask, despite already having your answer in denial that any of this is true. "You said you wanted to see how I worked."

"That wasn't a lie," he shrugs. "I did want to see how you worked, but I wasn't expecting you to totally fall apart when you have a partner. That was pretty shitty work, huh?"

The chuckle that Kazutora gives out is more than enough for you to wish you could deck him right in the face Mikey-style until he never wakes back up. But instead, you merely mutter curse after curse to yourself after taking into consideration the situation that you're in.

Just then, another pair of footsteps make their way closer towards you. The morning sunlight coming through a crack in one of the boarded-up windows gives you just the right amount of light to see that it's Kisaki approaching you. And as he does, Kazutora smiles at you once more before standing up with a sigh.

"You're finally awake," Kisaki hums with a disapproving shake of his head.

"God, she slept for hours," Kazutora groans in response for you.

Once more you pull on the ropes restraining you, hoping that somehow they'll magically fall right off. You groan when you realize they're still just as tight. "Let me go!" you spit at the two of them.

"Don't be so impatient," Kazutora sighs. "Kisaki wanted to talk to you about something. Think you can spare some time for that?"

"No!" you snap. "I don't want to fucking talk to him! Just loosen these stupid ropes and let me finish the job you were too pussy to finish!"

When Kisaki sighs, the two of them exchange an irritated look. "Let her be then," he shrugs. "She'll come around eventually."

That's not likely.

Kisaki then bends down to your level right in front of your chair and smirks at you. Suddenly, you're then jolted forwards as he grabs onto your chair and jolts it onto the two front legs to lean you closer to him.

"You're quite possibly the worst assassin I've ever talked to," he mocks.

And you're way too close, you think to yourself.

Once Kisaki's done messing with you, he pushes back on your chair causing you to fall backwards onto the ground. You let out a scream as you crush your hands beneath your body. Then, once again, it's just you and Kazutora in the room.

Kazutora walks closer to you, almost hovering right over your body. He then pauses, looking at you for what feels like years until he lifts up his foot and steps right over you. You turn your head to the side to watch him get further away until you're left completely alone in the bare room.

Again, you try to weakly move your arms. At least you didn't break your fingers or get injured from that fall, you think as you try to stay optimistic. Besides, you've got to find a way to get out of these restraints and kill Kisaki while he's still nearby. Since you no longer have Kazutora or the club as your lead to track Kisaki, you've got to end this now. Who's to say you'll ever find him again? After all, this whole thing was a setup.

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