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From His Mind to Hers

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✣ Pairing: Hanma x AFAB fem!Reader

✣ Warning: 18+, minors DNI; unhealthy relationships & dark content

✣ Chapter CW: stalking i guess, this chapter is shockingly tame

✣ Story CWs: patient/doctor relationships; smut (oral, ptv, pta, etc.), degradation, stalking, torture (not of y/n), murder, discussions of trauma and abuse, drug use, and more

✣ Synopsis: Forced into therapy, Hanma expects to waste his time and yours, but you’re not about to let the chance of a high-profile and higher paying patient slip through your grasp. The fact that you’re both attracted to each other doesn’t hurt either.

✣ Word Count: ~6.5k

As if directed by the wave of a conductor’s baton, the quiet of the hall crescendos into a symphony of howls. Twin squealers scratch at the apartment door. This big display of bravado is for Hanma’s benefit, a warning, a declaration, to protect home and country.

Dogs don’t bother Hanma in theory. A dog knows it’s a dog. There’s a nobility in that simplicity, something humans can’t claim.

Hanma remembers the little miniature schnauzer that adopted Mitsuya back in the day. Pretty for a street dog, grey fur when washed and a perpetual black eye, a press of black fur, smudgy and bold like an ink fingerprint. Mitsuya fed the thing once and after that, he was a permanent member of Toman’s second Division. Deceptively sized, the little runt could leap as high as Hanma’s waist, or several times its own height. Hanma thought it must have been powered through sheer will and a desire to lick every face it encountered.

No matter how he tries, Hanma can’t remember that little dog’s name or what happened to it after Mitsuya died.

Then, there was Big Devil, Peh-Yan’s Tosa Inu. Big Devil looked like a killer. Every step sent his muscles leaping beneath his skin, a display of pure power. For months, Peh took him everywhere, boasting how his dog would join the fray in their next fight. Hanma mostly remembered how the beast would snap his teeth at him, strain his leash to the fray, and Peh would reward Big Devil with a meaty bone.

Come the big fight, Big Devil cowered behind his master. Little sniffs and snorts. Wild, plaintive eyes as Peh gave the order to attack. Hanma isn’t sure what happened to Big Devil after that, but Peh stopped bragging to everyone about his killer dog at least. Of course, Peh is dead now, too.

Hanma strolls past the door – and its barking security system – to the final of three apartments on the eighth floor. Like Sendo reported, your apartment is warded by a mere cylinder lock with a pin tumbler. Weak defenses. You’d be safer with a dog.

There are no cameras or witnesses in the hallway as Hanma drops to his knees in front of your door. From his pocket, he draws a tension wrench and rake pick. He inserts the pick into the keyhole, scrubbing the rake pick back and forth through the chamber, feeling the break in tension as he resets the pins.

As he works, Hanma thinks about you, about how it’s foolish to get his hopes up time and time again. Who are you to suggest you might understand him, let alone help him? Just a jumped-up little tease, flaunting your pussy and mean little mouth to keep his attention. Always fleeing the scene the moment he starts to have fun.

It’s your fault his trousers are dusty as he kneels outside your apartment. He should be happily cozied into your office couch, but he woke to yet another cancellation email.

After he begged you last week! He playacted the penitent, played nice with your silly rules, and even let you watch him cum down another bitch’s throat. And how do you reward him? With yet another chase.

It is predictable. It is boring.

As he drove to your building, bypassed your lobby security, even now, Hanma did not plan. He doesn’t have a scheme or strategy to either placate you or cow you into submission. He figures he’ll let instinct guide him once he corners you inside. The nice guy act has grown stale.

The lock clicks open, and Hanma lets himself into your apartment. He steps right through the entryway, not bothering to remove his shoes. He breathes a chuckle at the dirty footprint he leaves on the wood panel floor of the hall. A calling card so you remember him.

There is a little thrum of excitement as he enters your domain. Here there is no hiding, no walls you can construct to keep him out. He studies everything with a critical eye, eager to stoke the fire in his belly that smolders at the opportunity to invade your privacy. You would be furious if you saw him now. You will be furious when you see him.

The entryway opens out into a hall decorated with framed photos: your several diplomas, a graduation photo (alone), a graduation photo of presumably Amari Takashi surrounded by a sizable family of celebrants, and lastly a photo of you together, arms linked as you pose on a pier, black waves crashing behind. Without thinking, Hanma removes Amari’s graduation photo from his frame to better study the young man. The man in the photo is serious, unsmiling eyes and a proud jaw, handsome in a styleless way, like he’s copy/pasted from a stock photo called “preppy, young finance guy.” He would look better with highlights. Hanma folds the photo in half and promptly forgets it in his jacket pocket.

There is a low hum of voices further inside. Hanma follows it, foregoing the door at the end of the hall and swinging a left into your kitchen and the attached living room. Just the TV. A pretty news anchor motions delicately at faux-clouds indicating a 30% chance of rain.

You are nowhere in sight, so Hanma returns to his inspection of your world. Your apartment is smaller than he expected given your combined income with Amari must be significant; still, it’s respectable, a good neighborhood with state-of-the-art-security. (Ha!)

The kitchen is all-white and utilitarian with all the modern appliances one would expect. The countertop serves as a boundary between the kitchen and living room. Barstools on the living room side turn it into a breakfast bar, and Hanma notices a coffee mug, long gone cold and sitting idle. The living room gets good sunlight through a south-facing window, revealing a stolid little room with a sofa facing the wall-mounted TV, a low table between them both, and only a few coasters as decoration.

Everything is clean but not the kind of cleanliness that suggests hard work. Rather, the room feels unlived in, like the news anchors on the TV are its only inhabitants. Or more like this room is nothing but a green screen, something to gesture towards like the fake rain clouds, but no more than a facsimile of the real thing. There are no obvious signs of life. No newspapers or receipts, no mail or adverts, no half-read books or sleeping laptop. If not for the dirty dishes crowding your sink, it could be a model apartment rather than a home.

The only color in the whole room comes from the bouquet of flowers he gifted you last week, which sits on the countertop. Hanma roots through the dirt until he finds the listening device he planted there still undiscovered. Listening in this past week has revealed nothing but the sound of pots and pans clanging while the radio plays jazz in the background. No wonder if you never spend time in this room.

Hanma retraces his steps into the hall and this time tries the door that must lead to your bedroom. His palms tingle. He can’t picture how your face will look when he confronts you. He wonders if you’ll shriek in fear, whether you’ll cry. The not knowing excites him.

The door groans, then bangs as it dents into the wall, but you don’t react. Buried beneath a mountain of blankets, all Hanma can see is a sliver of forehead and hair sticking in all directions. With the curtains to the balcony drawn closed and you still in bed, he almost checks his watch to confirm it’s really 11 AM.

In three strides, Hanma crosses the room and rips the covers halfway off your sleeping form.

Glassy, unfocused eyes peer right through him and back to the world of dreams you just inhabited. A thick layer of sweat is painted onto your forehead, dabbed above your upper lip. Exposed to the mild air of your apartment, you shudder, body buzzing like a bee, somehow cold despite the heavy nightgown you wear.

“I don’t feel good,” you mumble as if to no one but yourself. There is no reaction to his intrusion in your room as you fight a far graver battle with your own body.

Hanma swallows. He touches your forehead and feels the heat where the skin is overcooked. From the tight line of your mouth, he knows you are in pain. There are used tissues scattered about the bedspread and the glass of what was once water by your bedside table is long empty. If he touches the sheets, he knows his hands will come away wet.

He doesn’t like seeing you like this.

“You’re burning up, Doc. You should be in the hospital. What the fuck you thinking?” Hanma snaps.

“Just need a few hours…sleep…then, I’ll go back to work,” you whimper, and then looking at him with something approaching clarity, you add, “Free at six? Can reschedule for then. Just call office.”

Your speech is garbled. You don’t drop words entirely, so much as descend into a whisper out of nowhere as you speak, so that it’s hard to catch more than the gist of your words. The way your voice scratches around the simplest sentence, Hanma recognizes a sore throat in addition to fever. You are probably down with the summer flu that laid Inupi flat on his ass for a week in June. And you intend to reschedule your session with him for six.

“You best be joking,” Hanma growls.

“Just one more hour…let me sleep,” you plead, eyes already closing before the words fully emerge.

Those eyes fly open as Hanma drags you out of the shelter of your blankets and into the cradle of his arms. There is a moment of flailing limbs and squawks that would make a chicken sound like a songbird, before you are righted in his arms, wet coughing into the crook of his shoulder.

“You can sleep for another twelve hours for all I care. You’re not going anywhere. Call your office and tell them to cancel your appointments for the next three days,” Hanma orders.

“Can’t! Have a new patient starting–”

“Not my problem. Not yours either. If you won’t go to the hospital, we need to break this fever ourselves. Have you taken anything?”

“Tried to make tea, but too tired. ‘m out of medicine. Plan to walk to the store later.”

Clear as a picture, Hanma envisions the scene. Too tired to dress, you limp in your girlish nightgown out of your apartment to the elevators, where you lean heavily against the railing for a brief respite. No good once you reach the August heat. There’s a convenience store barely a block away, but the sun is unforgiving, and you can barely summon the strength to stand. You manage a few meters before your balance wavers, unable to walk a straight line. Maybe you lean on lamppost to catch your breath. Knowing you can’t rest there forever, you try again and fail, collapsing to the scorching pavement. All of this he sees in an instance.

You might be the most pathetic person he has ever encountered. And he wants to strangle you for it.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Hanma snarls.

You weigh next to nothing in his arms – how could you when he is accustomed to the deadweight of a grown man’s corpse? It is easy to maneuver you into the powder room, where he rests your boneless body on the tile.

“Where’s your cuck boyfriend anyway? Shouldn’t he be getting you medicine and kissing your boo boos?”

“Had work. Will be home late,” you say.

On the best day, Hanma wouldn’t mind pushing Amari Takashi into oncoming traffic, but hearing this, he wishes to be the one driving the car.

Hanma orders you to stay in the same tone Mitsuya used to use on his dog. Then, he enters the bathroom. First, he toggles the settings on the boiler control plate to just above room temperature. When he’s satisfied that the water is just right – only the suggestion of warmth – he retrieves you from the powder room.

You don’t fight him as he pulls your nightgown overhead and drops your panties to the floor. Despite fucking your little cunt once before, he has never seen you naked. The idea of your body is a source of abject fascination as he jerks his cock in the pre-dawn hours, but now, he hardly glances at you. You are too naked, not the naked of nudity, but the naked of vulnerability, and he doesn’t want to see the way your body shivers.

Hanma undresses quickly to join you in the shower. The water is too mild for his liking, but he aims the showerhead directly onto you, so the droplets only catch him where they rebound off your skin.

Tidy bath soaps and scrubs line the shower wall. His and hers. The first sign outside the pictures in the hallway that Amari Takashi exists outside your imagination.

Hanma sniffs a lavender body wash approvingly, pours a dollop into his palms, and runs the lather up and down your sides. He curves clinically around your breasts, dips into the creases of your armpits and knees, pats your inner thighs. Anywhere sweat and sick cling to you is washed clean under his hands. Then, he supplies the same treatment to your hair.

There is no nobility in your weakness, and he wants to rid it from you, the sooner the better. But, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy your breathy sighs as tension unwinds from your shoulders. Like a sunflower to the sun, you lean into him, seeking heat and solace. He allows it only so you don’t fight against the cool spray, only so that you don’t shake when the gooseflesh rises on your skin, and only so he can take his pleasure in beating this fever back for you.

Afterwards, as he towels your body, light reenters your dimmed eyes. There is a moue of confusion, almost like you just now realized he shouldn’t be here with you like this, but you are too dizzy to stand without support and the complaint dies on your lips.

“This place is like a mausoleum. I mean, I thought my apartment was bad, but at least I throw my clothes on the floor, so you know someone must live there,” Hanma says conversationally. “Have you ever thought about getting a dog?”

“Takashi’s allergic,” you say, “And besides, I don’t know the first thing about taking care of a dog.”

“Me neither, but I’ve known some real idiots who managed. Can’t be that hard,” Hanma snorts.

The conversation withers as he picks up a hairbrush. He holds a section of hair in place as he runs the comb through, enjoys watching the tangles pick apart under its teeth. There is nothing to stop him from running his fingers through after the comb, reveling at the texture, at the smell of your shampoo as he breathes you in. He has fucked you full but never imagined you would let him this close.

Too soon, your hair is brushed and the strange ritual over. Hanma would brush your hair again, but there is more to do. In the linen closet, he finds clean sheets to remake your bed. The kitchen is well-stocked. He is no chef, but he remembers the basic home remedies his mother would prepare well enough, and no one, no matter how kitchen illiterate, can bungle green tea anyway. He finds what he needs for okayu, throwing rice in the rice cooker, slaps some pickled plums on the stove under a low heat, and lastly brews a cup of green tea before rejoining you in the bedroom.

You gulp down the cup of tea faster than its temperature should allow. You are naked and clean and fresh now, even if the fever still burns behind your brow. The sight of you sets his neurons firing, similar to the immediate rush of a bump, instant pleasure, instant satisfaction. Now, the earlier vision of you collapsing onto the pavement brings him pleasure. He prevented that. He fixed you.

Smiling, he settles alongside you atop the comforter and asks, “Where would you be if I didn’t stop by, hmmm? Ya know, there’s a time to be stubborn, Doc, and then there’s a time to let people take care of you.”

Voice muffled into a pillow, you say, “It’s not about let. Someone would have to want to take care of me. Don’t have anyone. Just me.”

I like taking care of you.

The thought almost turns to words, but it would be like talking to a wall as you are already drifting off to sleep. Stroking the length of your back, he lies by your side. In sleep, you are every bit as interesting as when you bicker back and forth or twist him up in your paltry mind games. It is the contrast between your unfeeling eyes in wakefulness and your complete abandonment in sleep. He could watch the flickering movement behind your eyelids for hours, just wondering what you see there.

Eventually, the timer beeps on the rice cooker, and he creeps to the kitchen to season it with salt and green onion. Once plated with the plums, he dips out of the apartment altogether to pick up some final items from the convenience store: a fever reducer, sake for tamagozake, honey for your throat, and cough syrup.

His time in the fresh air breaks the spell of your sickroom. Beeping car horns, bleating songbirds, and the chatter of people going about their day are a shock to his system, a return to himself. There is work to be done, people to see, adventures to be had, and none of them involve you.

Back at your apartment, Hanma moves briskly now, no longer lingering to moon over your pretty face in sleep. He retrieves the vase of flowers with the listening device and places it on your dresser, where he will be sure to hear the goings on of your bedroom. He leaves the cooked food by your bedside with a massive glass of water that should last you a few hours, and lastly, he orders you to call in and cancel your appointments.

You shake your head, protesting about how your clients need you, but Hanma holds firm, literally holding the medicine above your head in threat until you capitulate. He watches you make the call, too, not trusting you for a second. Despite the drama of your protests, you sigh deeply in what may be relief when your schedule is officially clear.

“Good, now sleep it off, Doc, because if you cancel on me again, I’m gonna do something you regret,” Hanma warns.

You nod around the bottle of water. The energy it takes to talk has drained you, and he watches your body slide deeper into a cave of pillows, watches your eyes lid. It’s his cue to leave.

Just as he steps foot out the door, Hanma hears your voice croak one last time.

“Thanks, Shuji.”

He closes the door behind him.

To some, the Invincible Mikey is nothing but a folktale. He is no man but a ghost story, whispered in dark alleys to cower the criminal class. Some, who remember him, believe he is long dead. They have their reasons. Most of Toman’s early commanders have met their end by bullet or indictment. Others still believe Mikey has lapsed into paranoia. They say he still rules Toman, but not even his closest allies know where he is. They say if anyone is left in his confidences, it is Kisaki Tetta, who is just as paranoid, guarded at all times by ten men, all of whom owe him a life favor, willing slaves he’s collected over a lifetime of scheming.

They’re not quite wrong, but no one is more paranoid than Kokonoi.

The following day, Hanma makes the trek out to Minato ward at Kokonoi’s summons. The twelve-story building that functions as Toman’s headquarters is truly Koko’s castle, a deceptively normal skyscraper from the outside. Pedestrians passing would hardly glance at the stylish structure with its underground parking garage and sliding glass doors. Even if they made it inside, they might mistake the building as just another place of business, but there are few buildings as secure in all of Japan.

With his office located on the penultimate floor, Koko is protected by windows of reinforced glass. The elevators are booby-trapped to drop their passengers to a careening death at the push of a button. In the event of an attack, Koko can escape via helipad or, in the worst-case scenario, activate the zipline to the building next door. This escape only needed, of course, assuming the small army of security and their artillery somehow fail first.

Koko is money on legs, and anyone would be desperate to secure his powers to turn water into gold for themselves.

So, it is not surprise to Hanma when he finds Kokonoi, pacing and muttering to himself, shooting off texts and phone calls before he can so much as finish a thought. There has been a security breach.

“Hanma, fuck –” Kokonoi shouts when he sees Hanma enter the room. He barks out some English to whoever is on the phone and then hangs up. “Don’t sneak up on me like that! And where the fuck have you been? I called you an hour ago?”

“I was on the other side of town. And I had a loose end to tie up.”

The listening device Hanma planted in your apartment, intended to reveal your secrets and deprive you of your privacy, has become a baby monitor. Hanma wore his headphones all day and night, tuned into the flower vase, so he could hear your movements. The worst times were when you went to the bathroom. He couldn’t hear you there, and it would be so easy for you to grow dizzy, fall, hit your head. Amari would not find you for hours if that happened. More than enough time to bleed out. When he thinks about that possibility, a pressure headache starts behind his eyes.

Beyond a coughing fit around eight this morning, there has been nothing too alarming. Still, when Koko called, Hanma’s first action was to order Sendo onto babysitting duty. Knowing someone will hear if you go to the bathroom and never return alleviates the worst of the headache.

“Loose ends? I’ll give you a loose end. Someone hacked my computer, you four-eyed fuck! This unknown software could have been copying our files, our finances, our goddamn payroll. Do you have any idea what this could do to us?” Kokonoi screeches.

“Well, how the fuck did it happen? It’s your computer.”

“That’s what we need to find out!”

Hanma peers down on this temper tantrum from a nearly fifteen-centimeter advantage. Unimpressed, he decides to take a seat. “And you called me because of my legendary hacking skills? What do you want me to do about it? Probably just got a bug browsing foreign porn all day.”

“I don’t use my work computer to browse porn,” Koko bites out. He’s like a garden snake, hissing and threatening to strike but with a mouth too tiny to do any damage.

“Well, you need one of those – what do they call them? – a forensic analyst? You need one of those,” Hanma suggests.

Kokonoi slumps, finally, into the seat behind his desk. More worrying than his manic energy is the wall of TVs, always turned to the various financial channels so Kokonoi can track the world markets. Now, they are all black, powered down.

“I have a team working on it,” Koko admits, head in his hands. “But I think the software had to be downloaded onto my computer directly. Someone had to access my office.”

“You think we have a rat.”

“Heard my name!”

Hanma’s gun is halfway unholstered before he realizes the person who got the drop on them is just Smiley. He keeps one hand on his weapon just in case. It has been the better part of two years since he last saw the man.

“Like what you’ve done with the place. Those are great for stress,” Smiley says, pointing to the massive bonsai garden in the corner, a gift from Inupi who hoped that Koko might chill the fuck out with some help. Clearly it isn’t working.

“When did you get back in town?” Hanma asks.

The wattage of that fake smile somehow increases. “Oh, just two nights ago. The heat’s finally died down. Kisaki said I should come back.”

Smiley looks different than Hanma recalls. His garish orange afro is now flat, the hair a more muted blonde, freshly bleached. The smile is the same as ever though.

When Hanma first joined Kisaki in destroying the inner ranks of Toman, he pegged Smiley as one of the first dominoes to fall. To his surprise, years later, the smiling freak – and as a result, his brother – are somehow the last ones standing of the old guard. Every attempt to drive him out has failed. Smiley accepted the decrease of his responsibilities, limited to a few old protection rackets, while big money flowed into the hands of Kisaki’s men. He incapacitated his would-be assassins. And, most recently, he beat the charges Kisaki put on him, leaving the country for the last year and a half to wait out the statute of limitations. He’s not a rat. He’s a cockroach.

“Good to have you back,” Hanma lies. “Where were you again?”

“Singapore mostly,” Smiley answers.

“Can we fucking focus? Yes, good to have you back, whatever. Right now, I want to know who could have gotten into this room, let alone hacked my password,” Koko says.

“Probably one of your security guards,” Hanma shrugs.

“Aren’t all of your files encrypted anyway?” Smiley asks.

Koko sighs. “Yes, and that’s the only reason I’m not on a plane to a country without an extradition treaty right now.”

“My apartment in Singapore is empty. You’re welcome to it,” Smiley offers.

It’s one thing when Hanma banters back and makes light of the situation, but it’s an entirely different animal when Smiley plays the role of asshole and riles Koko up. Gritting his teeth, Hanma tunes the nuisance out, decides to take Koko’s problem seriously. Kokonoi may be high strung about things like shorts and commodities trading, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t right to be worried now. Hanma thinks.

The timing. Everything circles the timing. How convenient before such a major deal, when everyone’s meant to be on their best behavior, for there to be a bug, a mole. Yes, it could be some patient enemy, someone waiting within Toman’s ranks for the perfect moment to spring, but there are few people senior enough to access this building, let alone office. Hanma isn’t ready to point fingers at any of his fellow executives. Unlike him, they take loyalty to the organization seriously. No, it makes his brain itch, the timing. His pressure headache fades.

“I like Haitani for this,” Hanma says lowly, interrupting whatever petty quip lies on Smiley’s lips.

“The Haitanis?” Smiley repeats.

“We were already looking into them in preparation for that shit with the HKJ. And, we know the Haitanis’ biggest asset is their connection not mercenaries and security agencies. That’s all they do, right? High-end security. Maybe one of your guys wants a new job, figured bugging you would get him in good with the Haitanis,” Hanma speculates.

“Without proof, that’s just a nice story,” Koko says.

“Yeah, but better than no story,” Hanma argues.

The office is kept artificially quiet. Not so much as a clock ticks on the walls, no aircon to disturb Kokonoi on one of his genius brainstorms. In the silence, Kokonoi’s thoughts are somehow loud.

“I’ll…call Kisaki. See if he can’t look into trading out some of my guys, do some digging,” Kokonoi agrees finally. “I’ll need a new burner though. We all do. Can’t trust that there isn’t software on our phones, too.”

“I’ll handle that,” Hanma says. He would prefer to handle a lot more, deliver a shot to Haitani Ran’s kidneys, an elbow to the solar plexus.

“Right…ok. It’s good actually if it is the Haitanis,” Kokonoi says. “Better than the police. We think this is all about the HKJ, right? There are worse things. We can get ahead of it. Business as usual until we know more.”

The men all nod. They have faced more damning threats in their years together. Going to pieces is for rookies, and they are no longer that.

“Did you find any evidence of the Haitanis meeting up with the HKJ?” Koko asks.

“None yet. Poured through those logs, and it doesn’t look like either have left the country in the last year. No sign of the HKJ operatives entering either. Doesn’t mean they couldn’t have sent a subordinate, but none of the usual suspects are showing up. Closest is Shion Madarame. He went to Korea in February. Could be something. But could just be a vacation.”

“We gonna pick him up?” Smiley asks.

Hanma weighs his options for a moment and then smiles. “Yeah, I think we will.”

Phone switched off and later dumped in Tokyo Bay, Hanma misses four calls. One a telemarketer, one from Hakkai, and still two others plus two additional texts from Sendo. The last of whom bothers to leave a voicemail letting him know that you are on the move, fever be damned.

Somewhere, across town, you sneeze. Mostly just wet particles, but they land inside your face mask, and now they’re trapped with you. Gross.

The laundromat is mostly empty at midday, so you have no competition in securing several machines: one for your bedding, another for towels, yet another for your sweat-drenched clothes. The bang of the door as you close the washer and set it to spin is cathartic. You hate the dirt and grime of illness and can’t wait to be clean again.

You set a timer on your phone to return in 45 minutes and head to a café next door. Taking a break is a nice idea in theory but the realities of a small business owner don’t allow for such extravagances. Someone needs to keep up with payroll.

The café is sunny and warm, completely unaware of the private war you just fought and survived with your own body. A little bell above the door rings charmingly when a new patron enters. The smell of the coffee – roasted on the premises – fills your nostrils, and you realize you must be through the worst of it, if smells can break through the barrier of mucus. When you stand up too fast, the dizzies knock you down, and you still suffer from an occasional burst of coughing, but you couldn’t stand to stay in bed another day.

Sickness has always been a time intense loneliness. When you were under the weather, your already distant mother would ward you off even more sternly, not letting you leave your room for anything but bathroom breaks until she was certain you weren’t contagious. With no phone or computer to wile away the hours, you would count backwards from 10,000, testing how far you could go before losing count, starting over each time you did.

How strange that this time you weren’t completely alone. Unless it was a very strange fever dream, Hanma helped you coalesce. If there were security cameras in your apartment, you would check the footage to confirm that he really cared for you so tenderly.

Sipping on green tea, you set to work on your payroll first, before moving onto rescheduling your appointments. You consider squeezing a few in tomorrow but decide against it. Hanma isn’t wrong that you should use this time to recover. Your hand still trembles when you lift your mug.

The little bell above the door rings a few times while you work, including twice for you when you slip in and out to flip your load. Each ding draws your eye reflexively, just a moment before your return to the task at hand. That is, until the sight of a familiar face draws you up short.

For a moment, you can’t place the well-dressed man who enters the café. He isn’t the kind of man you meet every day, or forget, however. Who but idols walk around with dyed violet hair? Then, you remember him. The gentleman from the strip club who bought you a water.

The half-stranger catches your eye, smiles, and heads for your table.

“What a coincidence,” he greets.

Throat constricting, you trigger a coughing fit, hacking into the crook of your elbow. Tears rise, but they are only half from the cough. This isn’t a coincidence. While this man may not be someone to forget, you certainly are. Especially now with your mask and sick-ashen face. This man who knew Hanma’s name has sought you ought. You wonder if you can make it to the door before he catches you.

“Can I help you?” you offer, feigned politeness as if your professional coolness might protect you.

“Do you mind if I sit?” the man asks, and then without waiting for an answer, takes up the stool beside you. The table where you work is directly in front of a window that stares out at a busy street. If he hurts you, someone will surely see. Whether someone will help is a different matter entirely.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but can I help you?” you repeat.

“Ah, this is awkward. I apologize. I should have introduced myself earlier. My name is Haitani Ran.”

There are a million pat responses – an apology for making things awkward, a nice-to-meet-you, your own name – but you temper your instinct. You need to think. This man found you somehow on a day when you obeyed no routine, no schedule, where no one knew where you were going. That can only mean he followed you, right? But how did he find your apartment in the first place? How long has he been stalking you?

You say nothing.

“I’ll speak directly. You seem to spend a lot of time with Hanma Shuji. More than anyone else outside his…organization. When we met before, I did some digging and realized you might be positioned to help me,” Haitani says.

“I see.”

“Yes, I think you might,” Haitani hums. “I’ve never gotten to really sit down and talk to Hanma. It’s funny because I’ve known him since he was in high school. Similar crowds, mutual acquaintances, you know how it is. Please don’t misunderstand me. I don’t wish him anything but good things, so you needn’t worry about that. I consider him something of a school friend.”

“And you want to…reconnect with your old school friend?” you wager.

“Not quite. I think my old school friend is looking to reconnect with me, actually. He’s been looking for me, talking to my friends, and it’s odd because I’m not hiding. Do you know what I mean?”

“It’s hard to say.”

The timer on your phone beeps, signaling your clothes should be dry, and you jolt, knocking it to the floor. Haitani bends down to pick it up, so tall that he need only bend at the waist for his arms to sweep the floor. Almost as tall as Hanma. A proprietary aggression churns your guts at the sight of this man holding what’s yours in his hands. You think he is a man comfortable with taking from others.

“I would love to know why Hanma is looking for me. It’s the kind of mystery that keeps a man up at night. And, I’d be willing to do a lot for a friend that would find out for me,” Ran explains.

“Have you considered asking him yourself? If you leave me your number, I can pass it along,” you suggest sweetly.

Haitani ignores this, continuing. “I’d be so grateful in fact that I might even put a price on it. Say…four million yen.”

Four million yen.

Heart thundering in your chest, neck sweaty but this time not with fever, you lock eyes with this stranger for the first time. They are sleepy, smiling eyes. This is (presumably) the third yakuza you have met in person – your interviews with Toman’s execs were all by phone – and all three men possess such different eyes. Kisaki’s piercing and cruel, Hanma’s laughing or dead in turns, Haitani’s masked and playful. What all three share in common is an arrogance. Each man knows they own you, and each man enjoys it.

“Excuse me, I’ve been down with a cold, so I’m not thinking very well right now,” you say because you need to say something and your only desire is to throw yourself slavishly at this man’s feet in the hopes that coins rain down from the sky.

“I’m sorry to hear that. You need to take good care of yourself. It’s always best to get out of the city in August. The heat isn’t good for a young woman. Maybe a holiday?”

With your four million yen goes unspoken.

“I can’t be certain that my…schedule…will allow it, but I would certainly like to take a vacation if the opportunity presents itself.”

“Yes, the opportunity is so important. You can’t force it,” Haitani agrees. “But if the opportunity did present itself, I’d love to know. If you were to call me with what you learned about your schedule, I could help you take your vacation.”

You flex and crack your knuckles held stiff throughout this coded exchange. Technically, you aren’t agreeing to anything, right? Just that you might make a phone call. That’s hardly criminal, hardly damning. You probably won’t even end up calling Haitani after this. It’s not like Hanma tells you much. He’s never mentioned Haitani at least. Yes, this is no devil’s bargain. You are merely telling Haitani what he wants to hear. Nothing more.

So, there is no reason to feel guilty when Haitani saves his number in your phone under the name Hirayama Riko.

No, when you return home with your laundry, you tell yourself there is no reason to feel guilty at all.

#hanma shuji #hanma x reader #hanma smut #tokyo revengers x reader smut #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers x reader #please heed the warnings

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cherrywhipped · 2 years

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free play ❦

(main story 11)

Reader x Mikey, Mitsuya, Draken, Baji, Kazutora, Takemichi, Smiley, Angry, Pah-chin, Peh-yan, Yamagishi, Makoto, Takemichi, Hanma, Kisaki, Yasuhiro, Akkun, Takuya, Naoto, Emma, Hina, Shinichiro & maybe more ;))

CW: reader makes first choice!! swearing, mention of alcohol/drinking, illegal/Toman activity, fighting, nudity, skrippers, drugs, danger 🙂 (no smut content but be wary of other mature content) this do be a TOMAN party 🧍‍♀️

A/n: I tried to do gn!reader but there may be some mistakes ;-; hope you enjoy anyway, y/n! ALSO I DO NOT ENDORSE ANYTHING MENTIONED HERE—THIS IS JUST A STORY FOR FUN DON’T DO DRUGS BBY ♡♡♡♡

“Yo, Takemichi, where are we?” You ask as his driver pulled the lux car up to the curb of a formalwear shop.

“So, no offense, y/n, you really do look great!! It’s just… as a Toman exec, I can’t have you showing up with me underdressed or anything…” he stumbled over his words. “I-I mean, what you’re wearing is nice! I just feel responsible since I invited you to help dress you up or—” Takemichi nervously scratched at the back of his neck. Never change, Hanagaki.

“Are you serious?” You put on your most convincing threatening tone.

“Y/n, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean—!”

“EEP! Takemichi, I’m playing!! This is insane!! But are you sure you’re okay with this? I can pay you back but it’ll be a few weeks…” you fumbled with your bag.

“NO no no I insist, just… think of it as an early birthday present or something. Anyway, let’s find you an outfit for tonight.” He smiled wide at you as he helped you out of the car. You couldn’t believe it.

—————

“How’s this?” You sashayed around on the fitting room block in your dream attire, eyes twinkling at your own reflection in the mirror.

“Wow y/n, you’ve really grown up…” he admired your figure from his seat in the fitting room area. “You look fantastic. One more thing though.” He gestured to an attendant, and they quickly rushed out of the room. When they returned, the most nauseatingly gorgeous diamond accessory was brought to you. [earrings, a necklace/chain, bracelet, pick your fav jewelry]

“That’s it. You’re all set, y/n. Ready, beautiful?” You nearly fainted at his gesture. Was he trying to seduce you or something?? You wondered if he was still seeing Hina.

“Mhmm, I think…” you affirmed softly. Takemichi took your hand and escorted you back to the car.

—————

You arrived at the function after a 20 minute drive that felt like hours. You weren’t sure if you were ready for all of this…

“Hanagaki, um,” you paused nervously, “thank you. Really, thank you so much.” He could hear the quiver in your voice, so cute!!

“Of course!! C’mon, I’ll take you to the main room.” The chauffeur opened the door for you and offered a hand to help you exit the car. You followed Takemichi down the sidewalk lined with flowers and marble pillars, literally straight out of a dream. There was a large awning and patio area with a full bar, catering, and plenty of cozy seating.

“This is the side entrance,” he said. You had to stop your jaw from dropping.

“This isn’t the main area..?” Takemichi led you through the patio door into the largest room you’ve ever seen. The floors were polished and golden brown, the ceiling made you dizzy if you looked straight up. Chandeliers, food for miles, inviting tables and drink stations at every corner. This was insane.

“The restroom is upstairs to the right, and if you want a tour of the rest of the place, anybody here can help you!” Takemichi smiled as he was stopped by several men. Wh-?? He better not leave you the first 5 minutes!! You waited and tried to steal glances at the group. Who were they?

“Guys, do you remember y/n?? I told you I’d bring them!!” Takemichi gently placed a hand on your back and guided you closer to the circle. You made eye contact with a tall man with strawberry hair and oh my god.

“AKKUN?!” You nearly screamed.

“Y/N, WOW!” He blushed and grinned as he pulled you in for a hug.

“Holyy shit. Look at you guys!! This is really the same Mizo mid crew??” You couldn’t contain your surprise and excitement. You felt yourself relax a bit after seeing them.

“Oh c’mon, you really didn’t recognize us?” Yamagishi playfully rolled his eyes and went in for a hug next.

“Y/n, I can’t believe it!!” Makoto squeezed you and slightly lifted you off your feet.

“Don’t forget me!!” Takuya bumped Makoto out of the way to embrace you last.

“God, come have a drink with us and catch up, y/n! It’s been so long.” Akkun pleaded.

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“Aww, thank you, but I’ll have to catch up with you guys later! Gotta make the rounds first.” You say sweetly.

“Sure thing! We’ll be over here for a while so just come find us!” Akkun and the crew waved at you and headed over to a nearby table. Takemichi lagged behind to speak to you.

“You need anything, y/n? I’m gonna go chat over here for a bit.”

“Have you seen Emma or Hina? I’d love to find them.” You ask.

“Emma-chan is probably upstairs in one of the party rooms, and Hina… ah, I don’t really know. Sorry.” He shuffled awkwardly. Did you say something wrong?

“Oh, no worries! See ya later, Michi!!” You quickly kiss him on the cheek and turn towards the stairs.

—————

Your fingertips danced over the glossy handrails. Party rooms, party rooms… all of the doors upstairs looked the same, there was no telling what was going on in any of them. Takemichi said the restroom was to the far right. You decided to work your way over from left to right. As you walked by, one of the middle doors was propped open— you could see several tables with buckets of bottles in the middle, and… desserts?? You weren’t sure if you should go in.

As you walked to the far left door, maniacal laughter spilled out from inside the room. You stood there listening, beginning to worry what you might find up here. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around you tightly, scaring the fuck out of you.

“Y/N!!!!!!!!” They squealed.

“WHAAH!??” You startled.

“IM SO SORRY I JUST DIDN’T THINK I’D EVER SEE YOU AGAIN!!” You turned around to meet a tipsy Emma, face flushed and golden eyes wide, peering at you with a heartfelt expression.

“MY GOD, EMMA!!!” You returned her hug and happily jumped around with her. “How have you been???”

“GOOD!! Draken brought me here, but I haven’t seen him since!! Ah, I wanna talk to you, but there’s plenty of time to catch up. For now, let’s have fun together!! I was just about to go in Room A!” She was smiling like crazy, standing there holding your hand. You blushed and marveled at her beauty.

“Uh-, party room… A?” You questioned, a bewildered expression crossing your face.

“YEAH Room A is this door right here. To the right is B, that open door is C but we call it the champagne room, and the last door is a lounge but it connects to the upstairs rooms. Anyway, c’mon!!! I can help introduce you to all those people we talked about years ago!” She tugged you along with her through the double doors.

—————

You weren’t sure what was happening. Wasn’t this a formal event? You read stories about how rich people parties were hyped up on the outside but actually lame as hell… but then you remembered, this was a gang party. This was Toman VIP, not just any group of dickheads with heavy pockets and too much time on their hands. It all started to sink in, and the added edge you felt being in a place with dangerous people heightened your senses and excitement.

In the room, music played at a comfortable volume, and there was a mini bar at the very back. Tables and chairs lined the walls (many of them taken), and an elevated platform stood in the center of the room with a pole. Around the platform was clear space on the ground for dancing. Women in little to no clothing were scattered about. For an upstairs corner, this room was pretty damn big.

“CMERE CMERE,” someone with choppy, rosy-pink hair yelled over the music, leaning on the platform, eyes fixed on the dancer. She lowered herself to his eye level. He spoke inaudibly as he gestured, to which she nodded and turned around. You were waiting to see what happened next when-

“Y/N!! Come on!! I’ll introduce you to my brothers!!” Hoolllyyy fuck. You took a second to process what just happened and looked back at the pink-haired guy as you walked. He was propped against the platform with his head thrown back and his eyes closed, deep scars visible on the sides of his upturned mouth. Oof, you didn’t understand why but you really really really wanted to go talk to him. Or maybe you really didn’t. Your mind was spinning.

“Y/n, this is my-” Em was cut off by one man’s loud voice.

“So why are we here, Mikey?” His long, silky black hair shined under the fluorescent light.

“Relax, Baji. I thought it was about time you three made up. Shin wasn’t ever mad in the first place, he knew all you wanted was to make me—” the blonde began.

“Shut the fuck up, Mikey. I told you I messed up, I payed for it, didn’t I? Can we please just drop it? I’m sure he doesn’t want to look at us any longer than he has to.” The guy with the tiger tattoo on his neck said as he tried to leave.

“Yikes, bad timing. Sorry, y/n.” Emma spoke in a low tone. She tried to sneak away, but before she could…

“Oi, Emma-chan!” The blonde said cheerfully.

“Emmmaaaaa, I thought we told you to stay downstairs.” The brunette chimed in playfully. “Sigh, I’m over this shit guys, let’s just try to get along today, mkay? The past is the past.” He stood up from the table and made his way over to you. “S’who’s this?” He asked with a grin.

“Oh haha! Shinichiro this is y/n, Takemichi’s and my childhood friend. Y/n, this is one of my brothers,” she said awkwardly.

“Mmmm…” Shinichiro mused as his face came dangerously close to yours. “I like ‘em. Wanna hang with us for a bit?”

. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*☆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ .・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･　　･ﾟﾟ･｡

Next chapter, you’ll have another choice!! ٩( 'ω' )و

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ksakiswh0re-xo · 28 days

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𖤛REQUEST INFO

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mitsuya, draken, chifuyu, smiley, angry, takemichi, takemichi's weird friends (akkun, yamamoto, yamagishi, makoto😂), naoto, rindou, ran, hanma, kisaki, sanzu, kokonoi, inui, kazutora, baji, mikey, mucho, peh-yan.

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kallikrein · 2 years

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TOKYO MANJI

— links in italics are personal favorites.

— i do not own these characters, only the plots and/or scenarios that i’ve written. do not steal, modify, translate, or repost my writings on other platforms.

SANO "MIKEY" MANJIRO

[ 06:15 ]

love language headcanons

far reach — fluff, 1.3k.

caught doing the nasty — smut, 0.7k.

force of nature — angst, 1.4k.

RYUGUJI "DRAKEN" KEN

[ 15:07 ] [ 00:24 ] [ 19:42 — smut ]

love language headcanons

BAJI KEISUKE

[ 06:30 ] [ 10:38 ]

baji’s type for his s/o

love language headcanons

borrowed time — angst, 3k.

MATSUNO CHIFUYU

[ 04:21 ] [ 20:17 ] [ 22:15 ]

chifuyu’s type for his s/o

love languages headcanons (2)

easy solace — slight angst, 1.5k.

caught doing the nasty — smut, 0.7k.

hands down — fluff, 1.8k.

MITSUYA TAKASHI

[ 02:24 ] [ 23:20 ]

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cheers darling — angst, 1.7k.

caught doing the nasty — smut, 0.7k.

SHIBA HAKKAI

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HAYASHI "PEH-YAN" RYOHEI

[ 11:15 ]

beat the drum — fluff, 1.6k.

KAWATA "SMILEY" NAHOYA

[ 03:32 ]

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KAWATA "ANGRY" SOUYA

[ 11:44 ] [ 21:01 ]

love language headcanons (2)

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sohya · 2 years

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second in command

cw: afab reader using she/her prns. masturbation. gangbang. double vaginal penetration. oral. multiple fingering. dirty talk. praise. spit. multiple positions. multiple orgasms. cum play. draken cameo. impact play. reader cries a little. petnames (peh yan: sweet thing, souya: angel, chifuyu: princess, hakkai: butterfly, sanzu dolly). breathplay.

wc: 5.1k

notes: using peh and sanzu as their names bc reader isn't close enough with them to know their actual names. but souya is souya bc i refuse to call him angry during sex. set in a future toman timeline idc which one maybe you can make one up yourself. thank @thetempleofnyx for beta-reading :') i was too scared to read over it myself

minors do not interact

tags: @kzthrmy @tokyoredlightdistrict @planetonet

“faster. you want to cum, don’t you?” ken watches you behind hooded eyes and a bored expression, his hand lazily tugging on his cock as you thrust your two middle fingers faster into your sopping cunt.

your arm burns from the action but the quickening pace causes your fingers to press deeper inside and brush along your walls, making your eyes cross in pleasure.

“k-ken.” you whine, your thighs aching as they alternate between staying spread and snapping shut due to your impending orgasm. “i’m s-so close.”

“are you?” his deep voice answers but he looks and sounds disinterested. he clicks his tongue and your body runs cold at the hint of annoyance in his action. you’ve never wanted to please someone this bad before, always having self-control and chasing pleasure for you and you only. but seeing the way ken looks like he’d rather be anywhere else makes you eager to please. but it could just be because he’s paid you two months worth of your wages at the brothel for a two hour session for the night.

“the others aren’t here yet and you want to cum without them even seeing you?” you frown at his words. he had mentioned that you were supposed to be a gift for some of his friends, but after picking you up and giving you a brief rundown during the drive to your current location–some sleek and modern office that was in the second highest level of the toman hideout– you found out that your actual clients for the evening were the vice captains from all five divisions of the gang.

your fingers falter inside you for a split second as your knees fall open, landing on the cushions that are planted beside your body on the leather couch. “but you just said i could cum.” you whisper. this time your thumb rubs against your clit to prolong your pleasure while ken stands up from his leaning position against the conference table in the middle of the room.

“did i?” he walks over, his long legs allowing him to reach you in just three steps. “because all i remember is me asking if you wanted to cum. i didn’t say you could.” his large hand releases his cock to close around your wrist, pulling your hand out from your cunt. before you can react, he points your fingers towards you before letting it slip into your parted mouth. “Can you taste yourself, sweetheart? is it good?”

you gulp around your fingers, prompting you to swallow your juices down and just when you’re about to nod your head in reply, the door bursts open and five figures step into the room, eyes immediately landing on you.

you open your mouth to pull your fingers out but ken only pushes them in deeper as his eyes stay fixed on you. “don’t get shy on me now, you’re their gift for tonight.” he says, nudging your fingers deeper once more to elicit a gag from you before he releases your wrist and turns to make his way out of the room. “have fun.” he sends a final wave over his shoulder before leaving the room and clicking the door shut behind him.

you close your legs shut as the effect of five men staring at you settles under your skin. your eyes flick between each figure as they curiously eye your naked body,your achingly wet cunt hidden from their view behind your legs. the first one steps forward, you did your research before tonight and you were easily able to recognise him to be chifuyu.

“you look nervous, princess.” he whispers, hands gliding over your kneecaps before he pushes them apart, exposing your pussy to him and the cool air in the room. “there’s no reason to be,” his gaze doesn’t leave the view of your pussy as he talks to you and your cheeks flame up at the brazzen perversion, “we’re all nice.”

as if on cue, another man steps up and takes your hand in his. he's tall with dark navy blue hair and a spiral shaved into the side that you immediately associate with hakkai. you remember him due to his droopy eyes and tall figure that you could never miss whenever images of toman show up on the news.

“if that’s what you want to believe.” he finishes chifuyu’s sentence as he helps you up to your feet with his hand enveloping yours. there’s no emotion on his face but his eyes don’t linger on your body the same way chifuyu’s do and you feel virtuous before him. but suddenly his hands are on your hips and your body is facing the wall. That virtuous feeling is gone and you’re left feeling even more vulnerable.

a third presence lingers up behind you and you smell him before you can really feel him. “we heard you begging to cum before we came in.” he whispers against the shell of your ear. his whispering voice is barely a whisper, but it flows into your ear in a slightly deep and husky tone. “i don’t think you deserve us being nice to you right now.”

you don’t recognise him, with his hand holding the back of your neck in a way that prevents you from looking over your shoulder at him. “shut it, peh. we should let her warm up to us first.” another voice is added to the mix, his voice is soft but gruff at the same time. you would have missed it if you hadn’t been hyperfocused on familiarising yourself with their voices.

“she’s here as a gift for us, isn’t she, souya?” peh asks incredulously as he leans further down to press a kiss against your cheek. you nibble down on your bottom lip as you keen at the action. there’s no immediate reply from the other male but you feel a cold hand rest against the small of your back before light fingertips trail up your spine.

“then try to treat her like one, yeah?” souya responds before the cushion beside you dips under his weight and his blue curls pop into your view. he stares at you with wide eyes before they travel down to the pert nipples on your tits. “so pretty.” he mumbles to himself as he leans forward to press a kiss against your collarbone.

“finally starting the fun?” a fifth voice chimes in, the last person you hadn’t put a name to. sanzu steps towards you and his hands rest against your ass. “can’t wait to play with you, dolly.”

you’re still facing the wall when all five of them crowd around you, making you feel smaller than you really are. it’s even worse when they all place their hands on you, a jumble of hands groping your tits and your ass, one even palms at your pussy and before you can even guess whose ringed hand it is, the owner speaks up above your panting moans.

“she’s so wet. all from a little touching? or were you really playing with yourself before we came in?” sanzu asks, standing right behind you. the fabric of his expensive slacks ghosts over your thighs, giving your cunt the illusion that it’s rubbing against the friction as well.

“n-no. i wasn’t.” you lie straight through your teeth, too ashamed to mention how you were wet before they even came within your vicinity.

“are you lying?” sanzu’s hand curls around your neck before shifting up to cup your chin, pulling your head back to look at him upside down. “how are you this wet if you didn’t play with yourself before?”

he plunges a finger into you and you let out a cry at how deep his finger reaches inside you, deeper than you could ever get with your own. “fuck. i love the sound you just made, dolly.” he leans forward to press a kiss against your hairline. “do it again.” he presses a second finger into you and you fall forward, head softly banging against the grey concrete wall.

“that’s it.” his praise sounds sinister due to the huskiness of voice as he rapidly thrusts his fingers in and out of you without a care for your wobbling knees and muffled moans, which you refuse to spill out at the chance of them seeing you fall apart sooner than you’d like.

“we’re gonna need to spread you open, hm, princess?” chifuyu speaks up, he’s standing to the left of sanzu you presume. “you want more fingers inside you?” it’s a rhetorical question that you don’t need to answer, verbally at least. the idea of all their fingers inside you rubbing against each other’s and stretching you open has you pushing your hips back and creating a delicious arch in your back.

“you want it?” peh speaks up before he adds his own finger into your cunt, right beside sanzu’s own two digits. their thick fingers fill you up more than you’ve ever felt before from just fingers alone. peh’s fingers are considerably longer so they brush up against the spot in your walls that has your toes curling in pleasure. “sweet thing’s still wet as fuck.” he grumbles as he lazily thrusts his fingers inside you.

a shiver racks through your body at his pet name for you, making you subconsciously push yourself against his and sanzu’s fingers to fix the ache that continues to grow inside you. “more, please.” you weakly mumble, hands gripping the edge of the leather couch, your nails digging into the smooth fabric. you don’t have to look over your shoulder to know that all five men are looking at the way your cunt sucks up the three digits already inside you. any more and they’re sure your pretty cunt will only be accustomed to their fingers, ruined for any other dick you’re crazy enough to sink down onto after this.

“dolly wants more.” sanzu coos in a mocking tone. “you all just gonna stand there with your hand in your pants?” you hear the shuffle of belts being unbuckled and pants slipping down as sanzu speaks. “wasted opportunity.”

chifuyu clicks his tongue as his hand travels down your hips and over the fat of your ass. his hand disappears for a split second before it meets your skin again in a harsh slap. a surprised gasp tears past your lips as you turn your head to the side to look at him over your shoulder. his eyes meet yours and there’s a dark grin on his lips to match his lust-filled gaze.

“she clenched up real hard when you did that, chifuyu.” peh groans and he teeters another finger against your entrance.

“did she?” chifuyu whispers, “let me feel it too.” he pushes his index finger inside, adding to the messy and irregular thrusts that peh and sanzu were giving you. his free hand lifts up into the air before coming down hard on your ass, the exact same spot where his hand had been seconds earlier, adding to the stinging pain under your skin.

your eyes close as a moan rips out of you before it quickly dissolves into a whimper. your cunt clenched tightly around all four fingers as if you’re afraid they’ll disappear and leave you empty. with your skin burning from the hands of the remaining two, empty is the last thing you want to feel at the moment.

“hakkai and souya. you’re both last, again.” peh’s voice is low, as if he’s frustrated that they’re not contributing to the wreckening of your pussy. “look at her moaning like a little bitch.” you never thought peh would have a dirty mouth. with his wide eyes and serious stare, he looks too stupid to have your stomach churning with demeaning words such as ‘little bitch’.

“shut up, peh. i just don’t want to hurt her.” souya mumbles softly but you feel another finger toy against your entrance.

“will you be able to take two more, butterfly?” hakkai says as his first words to you and you can tell how he softened his voice to be soothing to your ears. eager to please, you nod your head as your hips push back, swallowing down the tip of souya’s finger to his first knuckle while hakkai expertly pushes to fingers inside, squeezing past peh and sanzu’s digits.

you gasp as their free hands go back to roaming your body while all seven fingers fill you up and thrust in and out of you at different paces and speeds. a mix of their moans and praises fill the room, igniting your body with a deeper burn that makes you dizzy. their voices turn into background noise eventually and you suspect it’s because they know you’re going to cum soon.

your hazy thoughts are only confirmed when sanzu chimes out. “she’s getting so wet. you gonna cum for us, dolly?”

you bite down on your bottom lip to hold in the moan and all five of them can see the wobble of your legs as you begin to lose composure.

“got seven fingers inside you, do you feel us, dolly?”

you hum weakly in acknowledgement, your hips working in tandem along with the thrusts of their fingers. louder moans spill from your lips as you shake before them, you’re so close and their grunts of arousal as they watch you, doesn’t calm you down in any way. you’re all theirs for the night and the thought excites you just as much as it excites them.

someone leans forward and presses a kiss against your shoulder. you open your eyes to see souya staring at you, his curls brushing against your bare forehead. “cum for us, angel.”

your heart picks up at his low voice and there’s no warning before your orgasm washes over you. their fingers remain brutal as they fuck into you. the stretch had been easy given how they hadn’t shoved all their fingers inside you at once, but the pain settles in as you cum hard around their fingers. so hard that you fall forward and souya quickly lifts his hand up and slides it in between your forehead and the wall.

black dots form behind your eyelids as you come down from your high and before you can come back to your senses, their fingers disappear from inside you and a large finger and thumb gently pinches your chin. whoever’s hand it is, moves your head to the other side and you’re not given the chance to open your eyes before a pair of lips crash onto yours.

you open your eyes to see hakkai’s features, rendering you to close your eyes once more, your teeth and tongue clashing against each other as he devours your mouth. your breathing crackles as the sound of clothes fumbling catches your attention. when you pull away from hakkai’s lips, panting as you catch your breath, you notice all four of them have fully stripped out of their clothes, leaving only hakkai in his expensive suit and matching slacks of the same design.

he’s in no rush to take it off either as his hands wrap around your midsection to turn you around and seat you down on the leather cushions and this time you don’t shy away from their hungry gazes. you don’t need to when the way they look down at your dripping cunt has their cocks fattening up in their hands, all of them stroking at the pace that feels the best to each of them.

“who wants to have a taste first?” one of the pipes up and you can’t tell who it was with how low his voice sounded. before any of them have the chance to argue over each other, souya falls to his knees and crawls over to you.

your eyes catch his gaze as his hands spread your legs apart, his hot breath hitting your glistening cunt. he pushes his face in between your legs like he wants to hide the view from the other four boys, hakkai joining them after he strips out of his clothes as well.

you see the tip of souya’s ears burn red and you deduce it’s from the other four men watching the two of you intently. but you don’t get the chance to coo at him before he licks a line straight up between your folds, collecting the remnants of your cum that hadn’t coated their fingers. you throw your head back against the couch as a moan spills from your lips before you lift your head up to look at him again.

you can’t even bring yourself to say anything as his mouth makes wet suckling sounds on your cunt, tongue brushing along your clit every time he moves up to alternate his actions. your mouth stays parted in an ‘o’ shape as you try and stop your eyes from fluttering shut every three seconds.

souya’s eyes remain closed and he clenches them tightly when you run your hands through his hair, holding him against you as he sucks your folds and pulls at them with his teeth. a shiver wracks through your body as he audibly groans at your taste, the vibrations from his lips making you clamp your thighs around his head.

your legs are pulled apart instantly and when your eyes focus onto the scene in front of you, hakkai is kneeling next to souya, shoulder nudging against his as he pushes the smaller boy aside who relents with a whine.

“we’re sharing her, souya.” hakkai reminds him before he leans forwards and runs the flat of his tongue along your wet folds before swirling around your sensitive clit.

you don’t notice the way souya rolls his eyes at his friend but your attention drifts to him when he presses kisses along the inside of your thigh. you both look at hakkai when he releases a throaty moan against your clit and the smallest hint of a grin spreads on souya’s lips. “she tastes good, doesn’t she?” souya coos before he looks up at you once more.

“don’t think we can’t not see you again after this, angel.” he praises as he brings a hand up and cups the back of hakkai’s head. he holds the other male against you before he moves down and his tongue joins hakkai’s in licking up your juices. a sharp gasp leaves your lips before your moans grow in volume, your hands moving up to pinch at your nipples as your stomach tightens at the feeling of the two mouths eating you out messily.

soft grumbles of curses come from the remaining three men standing in front of you, watching with envy at seeing the quietest pair of the friend group taste your sweet and delicious cunt.

“mm no, you’re definitely ours afterwards, dolly.” sanzu says as he runs his thumb over his tip, eliciting a sharp gasp from him. “gotta let our boss get a taste of you as well.” he grins, spreading the scars on the side of his lips. the sight ruins you in a way you can’t explain and he sees the effect it has on you, causing him to step forward and climb onto the couch beside you.

your mouth takes in soft gasps as you lift your chin up to look at him, mouth falling open at the same time he dips his head down and shoots a glob of saliva into your mouth. you gasp for a split second but it’s enough of a time window for him to slot his mouth over yours and thrust his tongue into you full force.

“jesus, sanzu. go easy on her.” chifuyu mumbles but it falls on deaf ears when you moan at the lewdness of his tongue, swirling around your own and sucking the air out from your lungs. you’re so lost in the kiss that you almost forget that souya and hakkai are messily making out with each other over your cunt until they both suck with loud wet sounds on your clit and your entrance.

you squeal into the kiss before your orgasm washes over you, causing you to pull back so you can take in much needed gulps of air but sanzu’s hand curls around the back of your neck and holds you against him, drinking down your moans while you thrash around and try to pull away from him. your lungs burn as souya and hakkai lick you through your high and your orgasm barely calms down. the pounding of your heart spurs on the arousal even further and you’re ashamed to admit that you love losing your breath against sanzu’s mouth.

when sanzu finally pulls away, souya and hakkai are long gone and you have to blink your eyes to make the tears on your waterline disappear. you stare at sanzu, not being able to find the words to say anything and he smiles triumphantly as if that was his goal all along. he walks back to join the other five members who are leaning against the conference table like ken had been earlier or sitting on the leather seats decorating the table.

“who’s first?” chifuyu looks around and while souya and hakkai look away as they catch their breath while the remaining three silently decide who will step forward. peh takes it upon himself to step forward.

you barely get a look at him, only being able to note the dark look in his eyes before he grabs your hips and flips you around, his strength a surprise to you given his lanky figure. you sit yourself on your hands and knees with a yelp, adjusting yourself to stop your arms and legs from wobbling so much. the cushion dips behind you as peh’s hands return to your hips. he trails a hand down the dip of your spine before grabbing the flesh of your ass, something suggestive behind his actions. before you get the chance to question him, his hand disappears and then both land on your ass cheeks with a loud slap. it takes you by surprise just how heavy and huge his hand is that you buckle and fall onto the cushions with a cry.

“p-peh! that hurt.” tears brim your waterline as he hums and lifts you up again.

his hand loops around your body and a large finger swipes through your fold before rubbing circles into your clit. “but it felt good, didn’t it? look how wet you are.”

your skin still stings but his fingers toying with your cunt distracts you enough for his cock to press against your entrance before he slams it all in in one fluid movement. his hands return to your hips as he moves quickly. his cock isn’t long but it’s girthy enough for the stretch to be pleasurable, and his hips piston in and out of you with a vigour that has your insides crumbling as you try to regain your breathing.

“oh, god, peh!” you squeeze your eyes shut as your arms give up and you fall face first into the cushions, causing his hips to fuck into you deeper. he moans loudly and the gruffness of his voice makes you tighten around him.

“fuck, tighten up just like that. the sweetest thing with the sweetest pussy.” he holds your hips in place as he presses his own forward, forcing his cock deeper into you before pulling out to the tip just to slam back into you again. you close your eyes as you slowly finally get used to the pace of his cock and the slaps that his balls deliver onto your clit. the sensation is all too good that your eyes roll back as your body tightens for a split second before loosening up and you cum hard.

“sweet thing, you’re so fucking tight.” peh breathes out as his hands tighten on your hips for him to regain his balance. “i’ll cum inside. want me to cum inside?” your meek hum of approval is all he needs before he’s bending over your body and spilling his load deep into you with a low groan that rings in your ears. your pants mingle with each other as he falls from his high, blinking away the fuzziness from his eyes before he licks up the shell of your ear. you look up at him just as he moulds his mouth against yours in a messy kiss that ends with him pulling back and a line of spit connecting your lips together.

you barely get the chance to properly recover before peh disappears and two strong arms wrap around your chest to pull you up. once you’re in a kneeling position, someone else climbs under you and you instantly recognise chifuyu’s grinning features staring up at you. you look over your shoulder to see sanzu before he leans forward and presses a wet kiss to the apple of your cheek.

“that looked like fun, dolly.” he grins as he pushes you down onto chifuyu. your tits flatten as they squeeze against him but his arms wrapping around yours and holding you tightly against him is what constricts your breathing even more. “mind if we have a go?”

your eyes widen as you look over your shoulder, “together?” you gulp audibly and chifuyu chuckles softly as he catches your hesitance.

“of course, princess. we prepared you for it, didn’t we?” he nuzzles his nose into your neck and loudly sniffs in your scent. sensing your hesitance and losing all patience, sanzu grabs the base of chifuyu’s cock, pumping it a few times before he lets a line of spit drip from his tongue onto the tip and guiding it towards your entrance. you take note of the way chifuyu grimaces at the spit before it dissolves into one of pleasure when you rock your hips back for his cock to sink into you. his length, longer compared to peh’s, ensures that the head of his dick presses against your cervix.

letting out a small mewl in delight, you tentatively move yourself against chifuyu, sinking down on his cock before lifting yourself up to squeeze your walls around the head of his cock. unbeknownst to you, sanzu watches with eagerness at the way your cream mixed with peh’s cum creates a ring around the base of chifuyu’s cock and dripping down to coat his balls. he waits for the perfect moment to slip himself into you as well, which comes after you pick up your pace and sink down on chifuyu’s cock with a heavy drop. sanzu presses a hand to the small of your back as he guides the head against your entrance right above chifuyu before sinking in.

you groan at the tight fit which would have been even more painful if they hadn’t been fucked with seven thick fingers before. “not too fast, sanzu.” you plead softly and he relents just for the sake of wanting to be in the moment. chifuyu blinks up at the other male as his lips find your skin, sucking tenderly and making a mark blossom over it. the two men rock their hips slowly into you while you try to adjust to the stretch, because there’s a clear difference between seven fingers and two thick dicks and you’d probably break if you weren’t eased into chifuyu’s and sanzu’s jarring girths.

as soon as you get used to the stretch, your hips move on their own to push them deeper into you and they take it as the hint to begin moving.

they don’t hold back. picking up their pace and fucking into you with their own rhythm has your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you press your face into chifuyu’s neck, a weak attempt to muffle the moans and cries spilling out of you. their dicks rub against each other as they alternate thrusts into you, when one pulls out, the other pushes in, ensuring you’re never left too full or too empty.

you feel a hand press down on the back of your neck as sanzu’s thrusts grow harder, more rabid and it’s painful but you’ve never felt this good while the insides of your body burn at the same time. “your pussy’s just too good, dolly. so fucking good.” your skin heats up at the praise but the ferociousness of sanzu’s hips need to be paired with chifuyu’s tender kisses on your skin to balance how aggressive he’s being right now. sanzu takes the tiniest bit of mercy on you, moving his hand from your neck and to your hair. he grabs at your strands to pull you up, forcing you to press up against his chest. the two cocks inside you shift and somehow feel even more heavenly in your new position.

your breath comes out strangled as you struggle to moan but breath at the same time. from this position, chifuyu takes the chance for his eyes to ogle at your chest while his thumb presses against your clit before gingerly rubbing it. you tighten up around the both of them as garbled words fly out of your mouth.

“we’ve fucked her dumb, sanzu. look at that.” chifuyu snickers and you would never have known him to be as mean as thrusts sanzu bullies inside you. “not the prettiest princess anymore. no.” you look at him with wide eyes as if his comment was actually hurtful. “she’s a full on slut now.” he delivers a flick to your clit but the depth of his words is what makes you clamp down on both of them as your orgasm crashes over you.

your mouth falls open with a loud cry ripping from your throat as you fall limp in sanzu’s hold. both of them let out a groan as you tighten around them and it doesn’t take long before they’re forcing a few more thrusts into you and their loads paint your inside white, filling you up so much that you swear you can feel it in your stomach. soft pants leave your lips as you fall from your high, the last thing you see is the cum puddle on the floor in front of souya and hakkai before your vision fades to black.

you come to a few hours later to an unfamiliar man standing before you. his aura exudes authority and you correctly assume him to be mikey. “you feeling okay?” he asks, catching you by surprise by the softness in his voice. when you nod, he hums before shifting closer to you. “sanzu put in a good word for you so you can expect us to be regulars for you from now on.”

“us?” you repeat dumbly but he only nods in confirmation. “us, but next time you come back to this building, it’ll just be me and ken-chin.”

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dearbaji · 3 years

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Peh-Yan NSFW Headcanons

(gn reader, suggestive, MDNI)

He 100% is all about romance

More focused on you than himself

Says some questionable things sometimes, he thinks it's hot but you're like "?? Ok if that makes you happy babes"

For example: "Can you feel how deep I am inside of you? Will you let me rearrange your guts?"

... Yeah

Terrible at degradation

Once called you "his stupid whore" and it was an immediate nope

He felt so bad afterwards

Amazing at body worship

Would spend the entire day kissing up and down your body lazily of you'd let him

Actually pretty good at aftercare? Like he doesn't do it on purpose, he subconsciously does it because he loves you, if that makes sense

Brings a water to share, holds you close to him and whispers how beautiful you are in your ear

If you leave to shower he'd trail behind you like a lost puppy, asking if he could join you

Lowkey has a breeding kink, won't admit it though

Your comfort is the most important thing to him

His praise? Incredible!!!!!

"You're doing so great baby, keep going, just like that"

Louder than he thinks but not too loud

Mostly grunts and pants

A switch, but mostly dom, if you're on top he's drinking it alllllll in

If you wear lingerie he's taking it off as soon as he has your permission

"Look love, isn't this cute?" "Mhm can I unhook this now?" his hands ghost over your curves before resting at the band across your back. "Come on Peh, at least admire the beauty of the lace and the cut, I spent forever picking this out!" "Well I could spend forever admiring your beauty... without this on"

Flabbergasted

When you send him steamy photos he wants to gloat to his friends how amazing you look, but then he realizes that they probably shouldn't see you like that, and you'd be pissed if he showed them

To the special folder they go

Only rough if he's too in the moment, if you like it though he'll try to do it more often

He doesn't wanna hurt you, even if you say it feels good

Solid 9.8/10

#peh yan smut #peh yan headcanons #peyan smut #peyan x reader #peh yan x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #pehyan x reader #pehyan smut #tokyo revengers smut

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spicysoftsweet · 3 years

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cw: minors dnfi, pussy slaps, overstimulation, daddy kink ig

“How many?”

The repeated cunt slaps have sped up in pace and you’ve by now lost count, lightheaded with your legs still spread wide and exposed for him. Your back leaning against his chest is the only support you have now and you sink deep; his arm wraps around your bare midsection and keeps you immobile as you continue to bear the brunt of his movements.

“Ah...”

“How many?” he repeats, his voice gruffer this time, teeth grazing at your earlobe.

“I-I don’t knowwwww...” Your voice is drawn out in a whine and you shake with the sound, your inner thighs burning from the diamond position he has your legs locked in, and every nerve fiber carrying sensation to your clit feeling as though it’s about to fire at once.

The arm around your midsection reaches up and gropes a breast firmly while he roughly kisses your neck, the type that guarantees a large blotchy hickey you have no chance of hiding.

“I guess we’ll have to start over, won’t we?” He teases with a near cackle that only adds to the helplessness you feel. Tears are starting to stream down the corners of your eyes, but you know this is only the beginning.

“Peh, please just let me come.”

“Until you remember to call me Daddy, we’re just gonna have to keep going.”

a/n: yeah hoes peh yan is sexy

#i'm sorry i laughed writing this #peh yan x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #peh yan smut #not sfw #mae.writing

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ohyouarenana · 3 years

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Innocent intentions

CHARACTERS: Peh-Yan

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1.5k

TAGS/WARNINGS: Peh-Yan x fem!reader, Fingering. Slight Degradation. Slight Overstimulation. Vaginal Penetration. Use of petnames. Unprotected sex. Creampie. Cumming inside. Cockwarming. Katoptroniophilia. Tell me if I missed some.

Note: This is something I did for my own entertainment. I’m not a good writer nor is English my first language so you might find some grammatical errors.

!!DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18!!

Your boyfriend took over the office while his bestfriend is on his honeymoon. You wanted to visit him and relieve some of his stress since he’s all alone in the office without his bestfriends support. Even though you know your boyfriend is more than capable of taking care of everything by himself pretty well, he just doesn’t do well without his long life friend not being there with him. Little did you know you will be there more than expected.

You have been knocking for a while but there was no answer. You decided to enter and the first thing you saw was Peh-yan sitting in Pah-chin's usual seat. His full attention on the computer in front of him with his glasses laying low on his nose. Peh was wearing the tailored black and blue suit that Mitsuya gave as a gift. It was for helping him get a good deal on his new apartment. The suit hugged his form perfectly, showing every muscle in your boyfriend's body. To say he looked hot was an understatement.

“Hi honey” , you greeted your boyfriend. Peh finally lifted his head from the screen in front of him to be met with the most beautiful smile he saw, well that smile was the reason he fell for you head over heels. “Hi baby, what are you doing here?” He was happy to see you but also surprised. “Well I was worried you might be stressed so I came over to see how my boyfriend was doing” you walked over to where peh was sitting. “That’s really nice of you. I am a bit stressed but it’s working out, but you know a hug might help” Peh was patting his lap signaling you to sit with a sly grin on his face. You obligated his order and sat down while he back hugged you, nuzzling his face in your neck.

You stayed like that for a while until “babe can I put it in?” Peh was still nuzzling in your neck inhaling your flower scented perfume. You on the other hand were shocked by the request “It’s just been too much and we didn’t have the time to do it lately”. It’s true, after Harukis wedding Peh got so busy that he didn’t have time. He always came home dead tired and went straight to bed. “How about cockwarming? You get to work and have some time with me?”

With that Pehs hands went straight under your skirt, took your baby blue panties off and tossed it on the computer in front of him. He started with two fingers going over your cunt sliding up and down before opening your folds. The cold air hitting your hole made you shiver. Your boyfriend slowly circulated your clitories a little before putting one finger in your hole and adding another digit. Since it’s been a while he had to prepare you, he leaned back a little to get access to his pants. Peh pulled his cock out and stroked it a few times until it got fully erect. Sliding the bright pink head a few times between your folds nudging your sensitive bud.

“Peh please stop teasing” you plead. You could hear your boyfriend chuckle a little before finally putting it in your wet slicked pussy. You could feel the two thick veins that are usually visible on his dick sliding in and pressing against your tight walls. He was sliding it in painfully slowly and every time he got deeper the wider your walls stretch and the wetter you get, small moans being perceived from your mouth. “Fuck babe how was I able to stay so long without being inside you?” Peh said with a grunt.

Surprisingly Peh-yan didn’t start thrusting until you were a crying filled up cum mess the moment he slipped in your pussy. Instead he was sticking to his work and after 20 minutes he sent his last mail and shut down the device in front of you. A huge sigh left his lips while wrapping his arms around you. “You did great baby” putting your hand on the back of his head to bring him in for a kiss. The kiss started off sweet and loving, then it led to Peh slipping his tongue in and massaging the inside of your mouth which resulted in a full make out session.

“Baby did you know this mirror here isn’t just a normal one?” Your boyfriend turned the leather chair to the wall behind you. There was a low shelf and on top was a horizontally long slim mirror. You could clearly see your boyfriend's cock inside of you. But that’s all the mirror could reflect, from your neck to the lower part of your bodies and your knees. Seeing how Peh-yans pulsating full length isn’t just yet fully inside you made you clench a little tighter around him. “Huh? you like seeing your tight cunt wrapped prettily around my cock?” Peh was whispering so close to your ear and his low deep voice didn’t help your state at all. “I wonder how tight you could get when you find out that this mirror has a built-in camera. We could watch the video later on, what do you think kitty?” You couldn’t manage to say a word. Your head is full of Pehs throbbing dick, you could feel it well since how tight your walls are clenching around him.

“Ah you could snap my dick off by how hard you are tightening sweetie. Are you perhaps imagining someone else seeing the video? Does the idea of other people seeing your dripping cunt wrapped around my fat cock turn you on?” Peh was kissing the sweet spots on your neck while his hand was massaging one breast and pinching the nipple of the other one. You were dangerously close to your orgasm if your boyfriend was just to thrust…. “I didn’t know my sweet angelic baby was such a slut that her cunt can be so drenched just by the idea of someone seeing her in this indecent form” with his last comment you throw your head back on his shoulder, orgasming so hard your whole body trembles. Your toes curl in while you grip the leather handles on each side of the chair so hard that your fingers turn white. You came down from your high with glistening eyes. You feel a few tears running down your heated cheeks. Your vision is a little hazy but you can see the hickeys Peh left on your neck.

“Who told you to cum? I didn’t give you permission to come and mess Pah-chins chair” you looked down to see Peh’s length dripping with your cum and down on the leather chair. “I’m sorry baby, I will make it up to you but can we head home first please.” You looked at your boyfriend’s face with pleading eyes. “You really are brave love” Peh smirked looking forward in the mirror. He held the inner side of your knees and spread your legs wide open, putting each leg on the chair handles. The stretch on your pussy made you leak more.

Peh shifted his position a little to get a better angel. The new position made his length slide inside you fully. “Please baby I’m still sensitive after cumming, can you please wait a bit” your begging didn’t help at all, on the contrary it made Peh harder. Holding the underside of your thighs Peh started thrusting in your throbbing pussy. With each thrust he was stroking your g spot, the head of his cock kissing your cervix.

Sliding one of his hands to your throbbing lower lips opening them wide open. “Look dollface, your cunt loves me so much that it’s not letting go, sucking me in more” you lift your head to see the view right in front of you. Pehs dick thrusting in and out at a fast pace while his index and middle fingers started playing with your swollen bud. It was too much for you to handle. you wanted to say something. But you couldn’t even think up any words in your mind, nonetheless make any sound come out of your mouth.

The overstimulation tormenting you makes your high closer but you couldn’t cum yet, not without Pehs permission. “B-baby…” you managed to moan out “I know babygirl, cum for me” with one deep thrust of Peh, you came all over his dick making your thighs quiver. Peh came after a few more sloppy thrusts painting your tight walls with his cum. Your boyfriend put his head on your shoulders close to your ears. “Look sweetheart” Peh pulled his cock out making his thick semen flow down your hole into the chair making more mess than you.

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