#seishu inui x reader

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╰┈➤ Apricus

Chapter 2: Aurora

➜ Summary: Akane's death really hurt you a lot... but if that was bad, how do you think Seishu felt?

➜ This Chapter Contains the Following: Character death, grieving, hurt with some comfort, some mourning, reader and Akane were close, author was sad writing this, weird page breaks

➜ WC: 2,353

➜ Note: chat was this kinda based off of how i dealt with grief and other super ultra mega sad events in the past? ...the answer is yes whoops. but i'm ok now! this chapter here made even me sad i tell ya hwhat. also shoutout to @entirelysein-e and @melon-fodder for betaing and weeping with me

➜ Taglist: @thehoneypotserver @eveningatthemoviesnetwork @interstellar-inn @pixelcafe-network @mitsuwuyaa (if you want to be added, let me know!)

Fall 2001…

If you had a sister, you’d definitely want her to be like Akane.

The older girl had always radiated warmth whenever she went and was rarely seen without a smile on her face, she almost reminded you of the sun itself. Not just because of her beautiful appearance, but because of how warm she was to others. You could see why Koko loved her so much and wanted to be her boyfriend.

Yes, try as he might, Koko could not hide the fact that he had a huge crush on her. While he teased you for supposedly crushing on Seishu, you did the same with him whenever you caught him staring at Akane. It was almost like you two had unlimited ammo against each other while Seishu paid no mind to the “game” that you two played against each other, merely staring at you two blankly, or simply went about his own business.

But what you didn’t know was that he did entertain the thoughts of you being with him, he even felt his heart skip a beat wondering if he was even worthy of such a chance.

—

Sometimes when you didn’t hang with the boys, you would spend time with Akane, and it was fun. While you enjoyed hanging out and playing with Seishu and Hajime, sometimes you wanted to play with Akane whenever she wasn’t busy. Maybe it was because you wanted to have some much needed girl time, and with her? You definitely made no complaints, you loved her and even looked up to her.

“Do you like Seishu?”

No matter how many times she would ask you that question, it always took you off guard and you could only gape at the girl once again as you faced her, wondering what brought this on this time. Though she smiled while asking you, you could see a gleam in her eyes, as if she already knew what your reaction would be.

Right now, you two were alone on the meadows that were only a mere walk from the neighborhood; sometimes you two or even the boys would come here to play, have a picnic, study, or even relax on the cool grass.

“Well… he’s really nice. It’s funny cause… well, he can be a little bit moody, but he’s nice and he lets me help him out with his homework,” You answered, still quite flustered from such a random question, and from her of all people.

Akane’s smile would grow into a grin, “Nice, hm? It seems like only you can bring it out of him,” she would laugh at your reaction. “Nothing bad or anything! I never told you this but— I really think Seishu has changed now that you two grew close over the years. After he got to know you, he started to smile more; he used to do that rarely. Even Koko or Papa couldn’t really get him to laugh, same with myself.” She would add with a chuckle.

You couldn’t respond as you listened, surprised by this so-called effect she was telling you about… surely, she was just pulling your leg, right? And yet, the thought of you being the reason Seishu began opening up more made your heart flutter.

The older girl would no longer face you and instead turn to face the sun now setting, not minding the light breeze beginning to pick up. The view that you two got to look at the sun setting never failed to leave you in awe, and when you would glance at her as the sun set? It made her appear even more beautiful; almost ethereal as the sun’s rays would reach her soft features even as they went down with the sun.

“I kinda envy you, y’know,” her voice would pull you away from your thoughts. “But at the same time, I’m glad we met.” She would face you again as she wrapped her arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her embrace.

“Plus, I’m so happy to have a new little sister!” She would giggle. You would join in the laughter as well as you hugged her back. You never got tired of her referring to you as her sister; in fact, it meant a lot to you.

___________________

The fire should’ve never happened.

Why it happened, you never knew the cause, but all you could remember was you and your parents coming home late one night and were greeted by the Inui house up in smoke.

The scene in front of you was chaos. That was the best way you could describe it. Chaos.

Koko and Seishu being checked by paramedics, firefighters doing their best to put out the flames, the other neighbors gathered nearby to watch— but nothing could’ve prepared you for the worst sight of them all: someone being wheeled to an ambulance by another pair of paramedics. An unmistakable head of blonde hair that could be spotted from a mile or so away.

And though your father would immediately try to shield you from the sight, you already knew. It wasn’t Seishu, you already saw him. It wasn’t his mother or father, you saw them crying at the house and at the other figure being wheeled into the waiting ambulance.

That was Akane. That was her. You felt your heart pounding once it sunk in.

“Akane…” if only you could see the horrified expressions that your parents were making at that moment.

The next days that would pass felt like hell to you. Almost every day you would try to visit Akane, despite the pain you felt every time you saw her. The sight of her covered in bandages and hooked to various machines was one you would never forget no matter how much you wanted to. You lost count of how many times you cried, how many times your parents would comfort you. Unfortunately, your friends weren’t doing any better either.

After leaving the hospital to recover at home, Seishu would lock himself away in his room for hours and rarely come out. As for Koko, you started seeing less and less of him. He claimed that he knew a way he was going to help the Inui family pay for Akane’s treatment as they couldn’t afford it. Your parents had even pitched in to help but to no avail either and you couldn’t help but feel useless.

Koko’s idea was one you saw as crazy and you told him straight to his face too, to which he waved your reaction off. “You’ll see. It’ll help Akane, the money I’ll raise will pay for the treatment and save her.”

But he was wrong.

One day while doing homework, you heard your mother sobbing from the hallway soon after she answered the house phone. Curious, you stepped out to see what happened only to be greeted with her tearful face. Once your mother noticed you, she pulled you into her arms and whispered the words you dreaded to hear:

“Akane’s gone…”

Akane’s gone…

Akane’s gone.

How could this happen? She was supposed to make it. She was supposed to be okay. She was supposed to greet you as soon as she got home.

You couldn’t help but burst into tears as you cried with your mother. And you knew that your two friends weren’t faring much better once they received the news.

As the days slowly trickled by, you felt like a total zombie. After the funeral, it was an effort even getting out of bed. You could barely eat, drink, sleep, or do your work. No matter how many times your teacher or schoolmates tried to ask you what was wrong, you only brushed them off in return. The ones that knew would only look at you with pity and that would irk you. Whenever your parents tried to comfort you, you couldn’t even look them in the eyes.

If she were here, how would she react to her little sister becoming a shell of herself?

You could only cry once more, imagining her worried expression and the words she would say. As you lay in bed, tears rolling down your face, you could’ve sworn that you felt the weight of something resting on your back, almost as if it were a hand…

———

“I think you should talk to Seishu.”

You were surprised to hear your mother say those words, nearly choking on your breakfast. “I… don’t think he even wants to talk to anyone right now. He probably won’t even look at me.” You responded, giving her a sheepish smile.

“I know dear, but his parents are very worried about him and he won’t even talk to Hajime either. You just may be our only hope at getting through to him.” This just made you frown.

If even Koko couldn’t get to him, what made them all think that you could? If what you and the former were going through after what happened to Akane was bad enough, you couldn’t imagine what Seishu was going through. You’ve seen how his behavior began to change little by little, teachers and the principal asking if he was alright and needed anything, how practically everyone gave him looks of pity like they did to you. But unlike you, everyone knew of his relation to Akane. He must’ve felt like he was being cornered in a way.

You could only mull over your options, wondering if talking to him was even worth a shot.

In the end, you only needed to think it over for a short time.

After his parents let you in, you knocked on the door to his room to answer. You expected no answer as you made your way in anyway and were greeted with a blank stare hiding underneath some blankets. He didn’t even react or speak when you walked in.

Usually he would say something and his stare would usually make you giggle, but you knew he was hurting a lot. You couldn’t even find the words to speak as you sat beside him. In fact, what could you even say to him after everything that happened? A ‘hey’? A ‘sorry’? You could only sigh after a moment of silence, unsure of how to begin to find the proper words to say… until you felt it.

Him moving up to your side and resting his head against your leg. This surprised you a lot, such an action being the last one you’d ever expect him to do. And yet you felt your hand slowly reach towards him, feeling strands of his hair card between your fingers as you ran them through it. With your gentle strokes, you noted that Seishu fluttered his eyes closed, and seemed to be leaning into your hand.

“I miss her,” he muttered. You could barely hear the words, but they were there. “I miss her so much…”

You didn’t reply, but you nodded, feeling that it was best for him to speak before you could as you continued stroking his hair. To your surprise, he didn’t shrug you off or tell you to stop, not even once.

“I wish she was here,” he continued. This time you felt something wet touch the side of your pants. Tears. You felt your heart pang as you not only felt the tears, but listened to the quiet sobs as he let out all of what he was feeling on the inside. You hadn’t seen him cry like this since the funeral.

You told yourself that you wouldn’t cry anymore; in fact, you even swore that you wouldn’t. But right now, that was all that you could do after a measly few days of holding onto that small promise. You could only cry with him, mourning over the loss of the big sister that you never had and was taken away from everyone so soon. You would gently pull him up to your level and bury your head between the junction of his neck and shoulder as you two sobbed together. His tight grip as he held you close to him in a hug was something you would never forget.

That memory from your childhood resonated within you even now as you grew older. Those were the days when you two were learning how to deal with grief at a young age. Even now, you didn’t feel like you got over Akane no longer being a part of this world, but instead came to accept it.

Now whenever you looked at the sun, you didn’t just think of the man you love… but of your big sister too. The bright star also reminded you of her sometimes and how much you wished for her to be here more than ever.

Looking down at the Inui family grave with her name marked, that feeling only grew stronger than ever. You couldn’t remember the last time you visited but it sure felt like just yesterday you were attending the funeral.

“Hey… been a while, don’t you think?” You quietly greeted, smiling sadly. Years ago, you didn’t think you would talk with her almost casually but here you were; wishing that she was here to offer you advice now more than ever. “I’ve finally come back to visit everyone… but I’m scared of seeing him again.”

“Him” refers to Seishu, and you didn’t know if you wanted to see him again after years of being apart. And yet a small part of you couldn’t help but wonder how he was doing.

“I miss him, and a part of me still loves him, but should I see him again after all of these years?” You were quite afraid of seeing his reaction, you did stop talking to him shortly before high school. It was strange… you should’ve gotten over him. Did you still love him even after everything?

A light breeze picked up after your question, almost as if you were getting some type of answer. In fact, you swore you could feel a ghost of something resting on your shoulder and a chill down your spine.

Maybe that was the only answer you needed in response.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hiiyaa any updates on Hand her over II part 4?

Well, well, well. A year later and I resurface from the dead to revive this series. Maybe I just needed this break to remind me that I love writing more than I love being a recluse. Let's see if I've still got the magic in me!

Hand Her Over II (Part 4): Kanji Mochizuki/ Kokonoi Hajime x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.6k

tw: drugs, alcohol, angst

masterlist

Hand Her Over Megapost Link

Kanji Mochizuki

Crack!

The air in Mochi's lungs hisses out of him as he swings the axe down on the stump. "I don't want this baby anymore!" He lifts the axe once more, focusing on the whistling of the air and not the memories that keep him awake at night.

Crack!

The stump is almost split in two. Almost ready for the fire he'll build inside the fireplace. Almost... ready...

Crack! Mochi's breath escapes in puffs, clouding the air around him briefly before clearing up. He's cold. His nose burns while his fingers - exposed through the enlarged crochet holes - sing with energy. There was a time that he would use this energy to fight... but these days, all he can manage is to keep you alive for one more hour, one more minute, one more second.

"The child is mine, too." Mochi gingerly lifts the pile of split wood and mindlessly traces his way back to the house. It looms in the distance like a sullen, sulking pedestrian hunched over in the snow, covered in the white drifts of the night before. Mochi stops. His breath comes evenly, but his heart sags. Inside, nothing awaited him but your tear-stained face and shrinking figure. It was hard, observing as you became a shadow of yourself, and even if the baby was his... he couldn't bear to watch you waste away any further.

"I have firewood," Mochi calls out and - not for the first time - silence greets him. But he proceeds into the living room anyways, dropping the wood into the metal holder before placing some into the fireplace. Paper crumples between his massive hands before he tosses it in with the wood. A match is struck. And Mochi tosses it into the pile of soon-to-be ash, staring at the infant flames.

You're nowhere to be found, Mochi discovers after searching for you on the first floor. But that's not bothering him now. He knows where you are and what you're doing. So instead of worrying himself to death, he sits on the couch and cracks open a well-worn novel.

You come shuffling down the stairs of the cabin as he's reaching the climax of his story, one he knows well. It's the middle of the day, and you've just woken up from a very long slumber. "You might as well be a bear," he said once, smiling at you. But you gave him an empty-eyed stare before retreating to somewhere Mochi couldn't be. Somewhere where he couldn't fuck up anymore because that's what made you happy. That's what satisfied you.

"A fire," you murmur, gazing at the growing flames with a blank stare.

"Went outside to get us some more wood." Mochi doesn't even bother to look up from his paperback, but fear courses down his back. What if he made the fire too big? Would you be upset and cry? Would you hate him even more than you already do? He knows you stayed with him in this marriage because there was no other option but--

"Thanks." Out of the corner of his eye, Mochi watches as you sit in front of the fire carefully, putting your hands out to warm them. For a second, he swears he hallucinated the appreciation, but then you turn your head towards him. "We should talk."

Mochi puts his book down in his lap and give you the courtesy to speak freely by saying nothing. Your stomach partially protrudes out of your robe, and for a moment, Mochi can see your flesh stretch to accommodate the heel of a foot. His heart leaps (though this isn't the first time he's seen this), but he hides his joy behind a mask of stoicism.

"I've been thinking..." Another flutter of energy. Mochi feels his fingers - the ones that held so much energy just an hour ago - ache to reach out and smooth against your stomach like he secretly does at night. "I want to keep the baby." An elbow presses against your navel. Mochi's eyes follow the child's every move; every atom whimpers to reach out, to connect with the child he's loved for so long...

"Mochi?" He finally looks away and into your eyes. They're waiting for an answer, for something more than just a blank stare.

"I'm sorry." The whispered apology lands without a response, and Mochi tenses, preparing for the inevitable flood of emotions. For the inevitable sign that he's fucked up. Again. You notice where he was staring, looking from him, to your stomach, and back again. After a moment's hesitation, you stand and walk over to where he is on the couch. "Give me your hand." You reach down for his arm with care, then tug it away from his book easily. With your guidance, his hand smooths over your belly, feeling every inch of your flesh tenderly.

"It's a little late to decide," you muse. "But I should... We should... keep the baby." A sob hitches in your throat, and Mochi tosses the book aside as he stands to envelop you in a hug. "I'm just so afraid." It's awkward, hugging a pregnant woman, Mochi thinks as he tries to pull you as close as possible. This is his first hug in months, but he'd be damned if he didn't try his best to love you.

"I'm afraid, too," Mochi murmurs. You lean into him, tears soaking his shirt. Crocodile tears. "That doesn't mean we shouldn't try, though."

You nod, sniffing loudly. "I'm sorry... I-- I've been so afraid and it's made things--"

"Shhh." He smooths your hair and kisses the top of your head. "It's all in the past. We don't have to go back there anymore."

Kokonoi Hajime

Koko looks at his reflection in the mirror, turning this way and that before deciding he looks good enough to go out. He places his phone in his pocket, then his keys, and finally his--

Bzzt, bzzt.

Koko pulls out his phone. Another text message from Inupi. Another apology. Another excuse. He places it back in his pocket, then reaches for the shot glass on the corner of his dresser. It's half full of something clear and sharp and tangy, but he doesn't care. He's gotten used to the taste of sharp, bitter things.

Bzzt, bzzt, bzzt.

Koko's jaw clenches, and he pulls out his phone one more time. It's you this time. You'd barely sent him any messages or dared to call him, but each time you texted, you would send the message, then delete it.

Koko, I don't know what to say other than

This message has been deleted.

Almost instantly. Before he could even read the damned thing. Koko slings the phone over to the bed, scowling at the empty screen, save four repetitions of "this message has been deleted". He storms out of the house, leaving both Inui and you behind, just like you left him behind.

This is his third week outside, out at the clubs, out doing things he knows are wrong and bad for his health and only driven by anger and loneliness. Koko leans over a bathroom toilet seat - the lowest he's ever gotten in the past year - and sniffs hard and long at the powder lined up on the paper seat liner.

"You should have a fingernail for that."

The voice behind him is well-known. Koko swipes the seat cover into the toilet and flushes before plastering a fake smile on his face and turning to Manjiro Sano. "They told me I could find you here." Koko looks at his boss while trying so hard to avoid looking displeased.

"How can I help?" Koko wonders, placing his hands in his pockets and touching the remainder of the bag of powder.

Manjiro sighs, picking his teeth while his eyes wander aimlessly around the room. "I don't need help," he finally answers. And that's when Koko realizes he's alone. There's no one else in the bathroom but him and Mikey. The silence is deafening. "Where's y/n?"

"So, you do need my help."

"Where is Inui?" Koko shrugs. Manjiro stares back.

"You got them away from me." You could give them up right now for betraying you. "How?"

"I don't know what you mean. They disappeared on me and everyone else."

"So you're in a bathroom, snorting...? Hoping that their location will just come to you out of the ether?" Kokonoi feels the singular most terrifying emotion course through his system, but he's too slow to react. Within an instant, he's against the toilet seat, and his ribs are on fire. "I don't believe a word you say, Hajime."

Mikey coldly stoops over him, knowing the single kick delivered to his body is enough to make Kokonoi squeal. Or at least... it was.

"If you lie again, you're going to wish you had more than just cocaine to ease your little love-triangle problem." Kokonoi looks up at Mikey defiantly, feeling his life trickle through his fingers. He could go out tight-lipped, or he could survive, but die a thousand deaths. "You owe me the truth. I made you who you are."

"You won't find them," Kokonoi spits, blood spraying across Mikey's face as he laughs. "You're a fucking bully, Mikey. I don't owe you shit. So, what? So you can prove you're more than a gang lead--" Kokonoi feels his fingers bending back so far that they touch his arm.

Pain.

Pain.

Pain.

Pain!

Pain!

Pain...

...pain.

He's not sure of anything other than pain anymore. I can't wait until this is over, Kokonoi thinks to himself, feeling a tooth pass between his lips as he slumps onto the dirty tile floor.

Ever since they left, I've been in so much pain.

[dyeher]

includes| keizo arashi x fem! reader x seishu inui

warnings| orgasm denial, mean benkei

notes| @audrinui @ken

There’s a time and a place for everything.

For eating, drinking and dancing. For having discussions about the future and planning weddings. For the clinical discussions of baby making, and the discussions about buying a house. For the ring and the wedding party and the colours of the walls and the type of wood you want the floor to be—mahogany.

You know what there is never a time and a place for? Putting you in your fucking place. Seishu is incensed when he gets home and you haven’t eaten. You haven’t touched a single one of the meals he took the time to prepare for you. And you’re so fucking adorable, and rumpled from working without eating that he almost tells you it’s okay.

He almost lets it fucking slide again. Because while he’s a hard ass in every aspect of your lives, he’s malleable in your hands. Or when you blink water lined eyes up at him and twist your hands together nervously and chew on your lip and tell him you’re sorry. He hates seeing you cry. He hates even more, when he’s the reason for your tears.

So he often lets Benkei deal with the punishment. And that is why you’re folded under the larger man whimpering. It’s why Seishu is wiping tears from your cheeks, and licking the saliva off the side of your face as he coos softly at you.

“He’s being mean isn’t he?” he says softly. “Being so mean to my baby’s little pussy,” he breathes as he kisses your cheek gently. The evidence is in the way your cunt sounds. Like a standing ovation going off in the room. Benkei is fucking into you so fast and hard that it echoes, and slaps and you yelp and twitch but you can’t move because Seishu is holding you still, his hands running down your tummy, his finger spreading your slick labia wide and urging you to–

“Look baby,” he breathes, voice a little deeper than before. “Look how bad he’s treating her,” he says, mouth hovering near your ear, tongue snaking out to lick the shell. “‘S so rough, hmm. If you were a good girl he’d fuck you so slow–”

And Benkei, the evil motherfucker that he is, he demonstrates; slows his asinine pace to fuck you in deep slow strokes that make your toes curl, and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“--and tell you what a perfect girl you are,” Seishu continues, his lips pressing soft, gentle kisses into the side of your neck. Warm and soothing until you’re lax.

“So perfect,” Benkei rumbles, pulling your legs to wrap around his waist and settling a little of his weight on you. He kisses you chastely. Just a fleeting brush of his lips against yours. “My perfect girl,” he coos. And for a moment you think he’s forgiven you for overworking yourself.

“But you were naughty,” Seishu whispers. His soft kisses transform into nips. The kind that sting. “And daddy has to punish you,” he continues.

Benkei pulls back his brows furrowed, his eyes narrowed on the way your cunt is literally creaming on him, leaving the sticky white evidence of your pleasure as he folds you; bends your knees back until Seishu takes a hold of them and spreads you open. “And now daddy has to punish this little pussy, because his girl wasn’t good,” Seishu taunts, his nips turn into bites, up the side of your face, your ear, the exposed flesh of your neck. Benkei is on his knees, big hands cupping your ass and pulling you onto his cock.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he curses, his head falling back. “She’s so tight.”

Seishu glances down at the way your pussy looks, swollen and red and thoroughly abused and squints at his boyfriend. “Your cock is as thick as a coke can, I’m sure her pussy is not the problem here.”

“Please,” you whine, hazy eyes locking with Benkei’s. “Please daddy– oh– daddy!” You squeal, your legs attempting to kick when he makes a slow circle with his hips, his cock grinding into the spot that makes you squirt.

“She’s gonna cum,” Seishu warns as he adjusts his hold to wrap one arm along the backs of your knees and use his free hand to slap your cunt. “Yeah,” he laughs, giddy at the sound of your yelp, and then the subsequent sob. And the sound of his hand sticking to your cunt when he slaps it, and then unsticking. And the sound Benkei makes, an unhinged growl that lets Seishu know he should back away and let Benkei at you.

And he does, scrambling off the bed, his hard cock bobbing as he watches Benkei manhandle you in some kind of position that has your legs dangling over his arms and your back lifted off the bed, he’s literally using your body and Seishu is gaping. He’s seen the way Benkei gets when you’re creaming for him and yet every time it happens he is still wildly turned on and a little bit concerned by the raw power the man holds.

Benkei pulls you off the bed fully, makes you wrap your limp arms around his waist, throws your legs over the crook of his arm, cups your ass and fucks you standing. Seishu’s stomach clenches as he watches Benkei’s entire cock disappear into your body.

“Kneel underneath,” Benkei says, tone clipped. Seishu obeys without complaint, kneeling beneath your ass so he has a clear view of your body taking that fat cock.

“Love you daddy,” you slur into Benkei’s mouth. “Love you, love you, love you…”

And Benkei chuckles before he opens his mouth and lets you suck his tongue out of his mouth. Your lids fluttering and your walls spasming as you suck and lick and lap, lazy and dazed, and completely out of it. You’re distantly aware of Seishu suckling at the bottom of your pussy and then up the underside of Benkei’s cock whenever he pulls out.

And then there’s a finger in your ass and you’re squirming and wriggling and trying to shift away but Benkei’s controlling your movement and everytime he pulls you off his cock he pushes you back on Seishu’s finger, and then his tongue and just before you cum they stop. All holes are empty and you wail. Your fists beating into Benkei’s thick shoulder. “Want it! Want it please! Please make me cum!” You hiccup, tears track down your cheeks and mingle with the spit on your face.

Benkei is amazed by how quickly they seem to dry up when Seishu sinks his cock into your ass, and then Benkei fills you from the front. You shudder, a full body shudder that has your legs straining and your toes popping from being curled so hard. You’re also not breathing.

“Oh–” you gasp for air. “Oh!”

“Breathe,” Seishu coos, rubbing your waist and stomach. He’s doing nothing but standing there as Benkei controls your body and how much pleasure it gets. Until he’s losing himself in the feeling of your cunt and the vein on the underside of Seishu’s cock as it rubs against the vein on the underside of his.

This punishment lasted six denied orgasms, and one (1) case of pussy spanking Benkei notes. He went easy on you. He didn’t even have to slap your pretty face once to get you to focus on him. But that had more to do with Seishu than him.

Your mouth is open in a silent scream, your muscles are locked on the edge of orgasm and when he whispers against your tongue that‘s lolling out of your mouth for you to cum, you suck in a sharp breath and Benkei swallows your scream with a mind melting kiss. You cum so hard your body forces them both out. Liquid gushes from you so hard he gets weak in the knees as Seishu finds Benkei’s cock and pushes it back into you. Helps him fuck you until you’re both shaking and Seishu has to take you from him and curl you around his own body.

Aftercare is two hours long, and consists of a prayer of thanks that he went for the obscenely big tub as he and Seishu rub and massage you until you’re pliant, and then food and water and a t-shirt from Benkei and one of Seishu boxers.

You’re warm and cuddly and half asleep and when you fling a leg over Seishu’s hips and sleepily mumble about hoping one of them gave you a baby they lock eyes over head and exchange panicked ‘what the fuck’ expressions.

[manjjiros]

NOW PRESENTING…

switch!seishu inui x switch!gender neutral!reader

warnings: nsft, minors do not interact, terms for reader include “dick” and “cock” but can be interpreted as a strap, improper use of heels (tldr the heels stay ON during the act), vague oral, pia (inui!receiving), fingering (inui!receiving), ask to tag

from the ASM: [for someone who is normally so meek and flexible, the ASM looks… hungry… as he walks past, some photos fall out of the pile of paperwork in his hands as he hurries back to the blackjack table.]

over the loudspeaker: @dgrymn

“you- you want me to what?”

inui’s voice, stuttering and surprised, made you drag your gaze upward from the flushed tip of his cock to his bright red face. he clung to your hair a little tighter as you shifted your weight on your knees in front of him, licking the precum from your lips with a tinge of embarrassment.

“can you- can you just leave the heels on? please? i just…” you ran your palm down the back of his calf, resting it on his ankle where the clasp of his heeled shoe rested tightly against his skin. you ran your fingers over the leather, taking a deep, slow breath in, your eyes flickering back up to his face again. “i just want to feel you dig them into me, you know?”

inui was, for lack of better words, taken completely aback by your request. he made a choked noise in the back of his throat as you brought his leg up somewhat to trail your lips along the curvature of his knee. he already felt debauched; you had shoved his boxers down from under his long skirt and took him into your mouth with practiced ease, leaving him breathless and yanking on your hair for more.

now, here you were, eyes glassy and wet as you pressed kisses into his thigh and brought his heeled foot onto your lap to let it rest there. it was making his head spin; such an odd request had his blood pumping and his dick twitching against his thigh.

“please?” you murmured into the apex of his thigh, teeth grazing over the skin there, and he sputtered before tugging on your hair.

“fine, since you seem adamant about it.”

“i am,” you groaned, getting up onto your feet and pushing him back onto the bed with a hand to his chest. he went pliantly, his hands finding your sides to pull you in closer to him.

you were a flurry of desperate kisses and hands, shucking clothes and tossing them aside as you panted and bit into his neck. he felt like he was floating as he watched you wriggle his skirt down around his legs, careful to not tear the patterned fabric as you hooked them around his heels and dropped it to the floor. you let out a heavy breath that had been trapped in your chest as you guided your hands along the undersides of inui’s thighs, pushing his legs up towards his chest. he whimpered, bending uncomfortably, spread open and willing for you. you stared at the way the leather of his shoes glinted in the lamplight of your bedroom, and you knew you just had to feel those strong legs wrap around your waist, had to feel the hard edges of his heels dig into your back and bruise.

you were mean in your prep, spitting down onto his winking hole and stretching him open with one finger, then two, then three, watching his face contort with pleasure. your fingers always hooked against his prostate so perfectly, pressing and rubbing and finding the spot with practiced ease. you had his strong, monotone demeanor breaking down in mere minutes, leaving inui whining, his hips canting down against your hand as your free hand ghosted over his leaking shaft.

it wasn’t often that inui allowed you to take charge in moments like this, offering himself to you on a platter, but sometimes he succumbed to the pleasure faster than he could rationalize and shut down. he panted into the sheets, his back arched as you removed your fingers from his hole, and he whined with the loss in a way that had you crumbling.

you placed a free hand on his thigh to keep his legs spread wide enough to accommodate your hips, standing over him at the edge of the bed, spitting a large glob of your fluid into your palm before slicking up your hard cock with it. “ready to take me, baby?”

“ah, y-yes…” he muttered into the sheets and somewhat behind a hand, feeling your nails dig into the sensitive skin of his thigh. 

you obliged your darling lover, stepping closer and guiding the mushroom tip of your cock into his aching hole. he punched out a moan, feeling his whole body shudder and tense up when you pushed into him, inch by inch, your spit making the stretch more tolerable.

you were seated to the hilt before long, leaning over him as you grabbed onto his legs and guided them around your waist. you felt the edges of the heels dig into your back as you made him wrap his legs tightly around you, groaning softly, dropping your head to his shoulder. his arms moved on their own accord, wrapping tightly around your neck and pinning you to his chest. “move, please, please…” he moaned into your ear, his voice tipping up an octave, and your nails dug into the skin of his hips, leaving crescent marks there that would linger into the night as you pulled your hips back and slammed right home again into his prostate. 

you felt the way the air left his lungs before you heard it, chest to chest with him. his moans turned to high whines and whimpers as he clung to you like he always did when you fucked him into the mattress.

the pain of his heeled shoes digging into your lower back had your vision blurring with euphoria. “you’re- you’re not given’ me much room, seishu-”

“please, harder, need it-” was his immediate response, cutting you off as he bucked his hips in tandem with your thrusts.

he even started to use his shoes to guide you deeper into his hole, his neglected cock weeping against his abdomen, and you groaned into his collarbone as you fucked him harder. you leaned more of your weight into him, his cock grinding against your lower stomach and your happy trail, giving him much needed stimulation. his nails dug into your back, and you gritted your teeth against his skin, sucking mark after mark against his chest and collarbones.

you heard his breathing start to pick up, faster and faster, his heart beating rapidly against yours. “gonna cum- gonna fucking cum- oh, god, please-”

“yeah? gonna cum?” you egged him on, face buried in his neck as you angled your hips oh-so-perfectly into his prostate to make him see stars. his legs jerked, his heels dangling and glinting against your back as you pounded into him.

it only took one or two pumps of your hand against his cock to send him into heaven, his back arching up off the bed and leaving him stuttering with little ah, ah, ah’s that made your head spin. 

his legs locked around your waist and you groaned, thrusting deep into him once, twice, thrice, then you came hard, your body shivering from the pain of his shoes in your back and the pleasure of his spasming hole and his watery light colored eyes that were oh so enticing. 

he shivered as the cum on his stomach and chest grew tacky, but you were quick to remedy the situation by using your tongue to start licking it up, still buried deep within him, cock still twitching. 

“you really- like these shoes, huh?”

“all of ‘em. let me take these off you before i have to do it again.”

[effetsecndaires]

— 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝. (𝟏𝟖+)

INCLUDES | nahoya kawata, souya kawata, seishu inui

CONTENT WARNING | smut, oral (fem receiving)

NOTE | I'm not sure how I feel about this one, but I hope you like it! request

— SOUYA.

You sat down on the couch, frowning slightly as you looked through the collection of DVDs that were scattered on the coffee table before you.

"Did you pick a horror movie?" you called out, raising your voice so Souya could hear you from the kitchen. The sound of popcorns popping in the microwave filled the otherwise quiet room, your boyfriend's voice following suit.

"Yep." A few seconds later Souya walked into the living room, reaching into the bowl of popcorn and looking at you mischievously. "You're not scared, are you?"

You responded with a scoff and a roll of your eyes, trying to appear brave. "I'm not a pussy."

....And, boy, were you going to regret that statement.

As the movie progressed, Souya glanced at you from the corner of his eye. He noticed your tense posture and the way your fingers clenched around the popcorn bowl, your knuckles white.

"Not a pussy, huh?" he whispered against your ear, grinning teasingly. You narrowed your eyes at him before turning back to the screen, flinching and gasping when a side character got brutally killed, his screams of agony chilling your blood.

Here goes that good nights sleep.

"Hey, uh... do you need a break?" Souya suddenly broke the silence, starting to feel genuinely concerned. He hadn't noticed before, but you looked really pale.

You nodded quietly, setting aside your pride just this once. You set the bowl on the table, trying hard to stop your eyes from welling up.

"Shit...I'm sorry, I didn't think it was that bad. Are- Are you okay? Come here." he rambled nervously, taking you by the hand and guiding you onto his lap. His hands immediately went to cup your cheeks, his lips pressing to your cheek.

"I'll be fine, it's just... a little too gory for me. Just give me a minute."

"We don't have to keep watching. It's okay."

"No, no! I'm fine. I promise."

"You don't look fine, baby. Let me help."

Before you could say anything, he was manoeuvring you both so he was on top of you, your lips meeting in a soft kiss. You stayed quiet as he broke the kiss and you bit the inside of your cheek when he got down on his knees and parted your legs.

"Are you serious?" you chuckled, your hand tangling in his curls. Souya nodded, winking at you.

"I was getting bored anyway. And I'd much rather hear you scream." You laid back against the couch with a soft sigh as he began taking off your pyjama pants, looking up at you from between your legs and trailing kisses up your thighs. "Relax. I'll take care of you." he whispered, sliding your underwear down your legs and discarding them somewhere on the floor. Then he began to rub circles on your clit with his thumb, slowly building up your desire for it. It wasn't long before he remplaced it with his tongue, eager to make you feel good, his determination fuelled by your moans.

— INUI.

The living room was dimly lit, intermittent flashes from the TV flickering across the space. The movie playing in the background was completely forgotten though, your moans and whimpers drowning out the screams coming from the character on screen.

Inui's hand was resting on your cheek as you rode him, his thumb gently wiping away a tear that the movie had brought to your eyes. You moaned, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he began kissing down your neck, whispering words of comfort and praise against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"I'm sorry, baby." he whispered, his voice soothing. "I didn't think it'd scare you like this." he kissed your lips softly, trying his best to comfort you, "You're doing so good. Such a good girl for me, hm? Come on. No more crying."

You nodded, letting out a weak "okay" as the knot in your stomach tightened more and more with each passing second. Seishu's distraction technique had erased every disturbing image from your brain, turning your anxiety into lust and desire.

The sound of the TV turned into white noise the closer you got to your release, leaving only the sound of your own moans and Seishu's echoing in your ears.

— NAHOYA.

You were cuddled up against Nahoya, a blanket draped over the both of you as you held his hand tightly, your entire body tensed up in fear as you anticipated the next jumpscare.

"I thought you said you weren't easily scared...?" You tutted and slapped his arm, staying quiet.

Nahoya chuckled at your response and that was the end of it, his attention going back to the screen. But then the jumpscare flashed across the screen, catching both of you off guard. You squealed and practically jumped onto his lap, wrapping your arms around him and hiding your face in his neck.

You stayed like this for a couple minutes, clinging onto him, watching the screen from the corner of your eye. You felt a small sense of comfort when Nahoya wrapped an arm around you and placed his free hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing your skin in slow circles.

After a few minute his hand had not left its spot on your thigh, your skin feeling warmer from his touch. It wasn't until you began to shift to try and get off his lap that you felt it slowly trail up your leg, making you stop in your tracks.

You gave him a questioning look but he simply smirked, eyes still on the screen as he began to tug at the hem of your pajama shorts.

“Wh-What are you doing?”

"You look like you need a distraction." He chuckled quietly. "...Just focus on the movie, yeah?"

With that, his hand slipped inside your shorts, cupping you. You let out a soft gasp as he began stimulating your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, his eyes never leaving the screen as he did. You caught a glimpse of his stupid smirk from the corner of your eye, a small whimper escaping your lips when he picked up the pace.

You eventually decided to give in and make yourself more comfortable on his lap, your back now pressed against his chest, his arms holding you close as he played with your pussy, taking your mind off the disturbing things on screen.

[nauwuna]

Seishu Inui

♡=fluff/comfort

♤=angst/hurt

☆=NSFW

📲=Chat

Drunk confession📲 ♡

Calling in the middle of the night ♡

[notiddygothgf]

READ THIS INUI FIC BUT I CANT FIND IT!!! </333 shit had me like

IT WAS ONE WHERE THE READER WAS CHEATING ON KOKONOI W BONTEN INUI?? AND it literally said bonten inui like 30,000 times. i tried searching to shamelessly indulge myself again but SHE IS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND 😩😩😩😩😩

if anyone knows where to read it PLEASEEE LET A BITCH KNOW

[viboraneno]

╰┈➤ Apricus

Chapter 1: Sunrise

➜ Summary: Thanks to Akane, Seishu is forced to tag along to introduce himself to you and your family moving in. Who would've thought that it would be thanks to his sister that he met you?

➜ This Chapter Contains the Following: First meeting, start of childhood friends, Akane is a good big sister, Seishu is so done, reader is also friends with Koko, first time writing for him so he may seem ooc lol. pov switch, he tries to ignore it all but you grow on him, no nsfw here but i'm still not comfy with minors interacting sorry

➜ WC: 2,507

➜ Note: hi sorry this series took so long lmfao. but as per usual, i have no impulse control when it comes to my work shdfks. i have requests but i wanted to post this series cause i was so eager to share. also posted on ao3, link to my profile is on my masterlist! reblogs and comments are much appreciated as they keep writers going! plus i'd also like to thank @suyacho for beta reading for me, couldn't have done it without you <3

➜ Taglist: @enchantedforest-network @eveningatthemoviesnetwork @thehoneypotserver @bleach-your-panties (reach out to me if you want to be added!)

If anyone knew “Inupi”, they would know a thing or two about him: he was not the type to cry for anyone so easily. He was as stubborn as they came, and had no issue speaking up against anyone no matter the consequences that followed. 

But what not too many people knew about was his vulnerable side. Yes, even someone like him was capable of caring for someone. Such as the person in front of him, one of the very few he held dear to his heart. And that person was staring back at him with such hurt that he’d never seen before; you could say that it almost ached him.

“You’ve changed so much… and I don’t mean for the better. I don’t even know who you are anymore,” now those words definitely stung him way more than he would admit. And those words coming from you of all people was something he never anticipated.

But who were you? How did you come to mean so much to him?

Spring 1995… 

“Seishu, come on! We have to greet the new neighbors!” 

He could remember that day like yesterday, the day you moved into his neighborhood. He remembered when Akane took him by the hand and dragged him to the now no longer empty house next door that was put up for sale for so long. If it wasn’t for her, he wouldn’t have bothered to meet you. In a way, he thanked his older sister for being the cause of the two of you meeting.

For as long as he could remember, that house was abandoned. Even when Akane was younger, she couldn’t recall anyone living there to her knowledge. But that would soon change once the Inui children would be greeted by a handful of people surrounding the house. A couple of movers lifting heavy furniture inside along with a man directing them on where they would go. Akane would look around at everyone in amazement, while he sighed and barely had any reaction to the scene. It was like she had never seen people moving in before!

“Akane, can we go home now? We can just say hi to the neighbors another time.” Seishu said, nearly whining as he pulled on his sister’s cardigan, already wanting to leave and coop up in his room. His hope for freedom was refused much to his dismay as Akane playfully pouted down at him, before gently taking hold of his hand and pulling him closer to the new house.

“Don’t be ridiculous! I already told you that we’re going to greet the new neighbors and make them feel welcome here! Heavens know that they need to meet friendly faces!” She exclaimed, gleefully ruffling his hair, ignoring his grumbling. “Besides, you don’t want me to tell Mama that you were rude to them and didn’t wanna introduce yourself, do you?” She would add with a teasing grin.

Seishu would only roll his eyes in response as he fixed his hair back to how it was before just as he heard someone greet them.

“Well hello, you two must be our neighbors,” he would look up to see a woman smiling warmly at the siblings. For Seishu, she almost bent down to his level. Even during their first meeting, he could tell that your mother was a kindhearted person; and he would be proven right as he got to hang around your family more. 

Before Seishu could speak, Akane had stepped forward and said, “Hello ma’am! I’m Akane Inui, and this is my little brother Seishu! We saw you move in and we wanted to meet you! We hope you love the neighborhood as much as we do! We just live next door to you!” All the while Seishu had rolled his eyes as she spoke, his thoughts not exactly aligning with his sister’s. Curse her for dragging him out of his room, he really didn’t wanna be here.

Your mother chuckled, “Oh my, that is very nice of you! We’re happy to see friendly faces here already!” While she introduced herself and your father, the man who was directing the movers, he would take notice of the little girl staring up at the house in wonder. 

“That’s my daughter over there, she’s a bit of a shy one but she’ll open up to you. She definitely needs some friends,” after that, Seishu didn’t pay any more attention as he stared at the little girl: you. Your mother was right; you were a timid little thing. Her trying to coax you to come closer and introduce yourself as you only clung to your teddy bear in comfort.

To his surprise (not), Akane decided to be the braver one and approach you. Always the more social one she was and the biggest extrovert he knew. Perhaps, just perhaps, he could get used to this new change in his life. Little did he know, you were going to usher so many changes to him and others around him… along with being the new light he would face in the darkness.

As for you, you still couldn’t believe that this was happening. All of a sudden, your parents told you that you were moving and that was that. It wasn’t as if you were complaining, you certainly didn’t make many friends in your old neighborhood. There were only three other kids that resided there, but they were all teenagers that were a tight knit group. Definitely not the ideal friends for a little kid soon to start elementary school and your mother wouldn’t allow it. However, this new neighborhood would be much more different than what your childlike mind could ever imagine. 

The house was nicer looking, bigger looking, and it had a nice front lawn and a backyard where you could run around during the lovely spring and the much hotter summer that was soon to come. As you roamed around your house, even running until your father reminded you that you shouldn’t run when the movers were doing their job, you found that maybe this was for the better. A nice house, a nice neighborhood, and an elementary school that was not too far to walk. As for the neighbors, you didn’t even think about that part until you came face to face with them.

Or rather her in question. The girl that approached you and bent down to your level to introduce herself already gave you a positive first impression. 

“It’s very nice to meet you, I’m Akane! Mr. Grumpy over there is my little brother Seishu, but he’ll come around,” she would giggle. In return, you could hear a scoff from her brother at the nickname. 

You couldn’t help but smile a little at the glimpse of the siblings' relationship towards each other. As she asked for your name, you couldn’t help but glance at the little boy around your age as you told her. You may not have known it at that age, but something about him drew you to him. It was almost as if he was like a flame and you were a small moth that was beckoned to it; and you would happily welcome it.

As the days would pass, you would find that you liked spending time with the siblings. As you would continue tagging along, you would find a new friend among them: a little boy by the name of Hajime. You even eventually began calling him “Koko” like the siblings did, much to the former’s ire but eventually he would get used to the nickname that Seishu came up with.

At first, Seishu wasn’t sure what to make of you. You were a new kid following after them, mainly Akane, and for what? Loneliness? Because you were afraid of the other neighborhood kids? Because they, or rather his social butterfly of a sister, were the first to talk to you and your family? Whatever the answer was, he wasn’t sure. But either way, he really couldn’t find it within himself to care no matter how much he was scolded for ignoring you.

However, he couldn’t deny that something would stir inside him every time he would eye you. He didn’t know what it would be.

As for you, what were you going to do at this point? No matter how much you would try, you just couldn’t break past the walls the blonde boy would put up. Every chance at conversation would be ignored or earn you a blank stare. As beautiful as his eyes were, they seemed to be staring at you almost as if you were an annoyance. Deep down, you knew it hurt even as you would keep pushing onward. Even with Akane and their mother (when she was a witness) scolding him, he would just behave the same way.  But why? Koko was never subjected to this harshness when he met them, so why were you? To you, this was very unfair.

“Maybe he still needs a little more time to get used to you,” Akane had said, in hopes of reassuring you. “Still, I don’t get why he’s being so rude to only you… It’s been nearly a month now.”

“Maybe he likes you,” Koko would tease, your flustered expression and denial only adding fuel to the fire. “I’m telling you; he likes you! He’s just pretending to hate you!” “No, he’s not! Be quiet Koko!”

Those two were not giving you the answers you needed, and the only person you could get the best answer from was still not even close to speaking to you. But what choice did you have? Plus, there’s no way he can just act like this forever, right?

You would get your chance one day as when you knocked on the door, you would be surprised to see him be the one to answer. Usually, it would be Akane or their mother on rare occasions. Noticing your surprised expression, the other boy rolled his eyes at you. “I know Akane always answers but she and Mom went to the store. What do you want?”

“I– I wanted to ask if you guys could come play with me,” you answered. “My mommy said it would be good to get some sunlight with you.” You looked down at the ground, feeling his stare bore into you. It felt… almost judging, especially with the silence that would follow. 

What felt like an hour, but was actually almost a minute in real life, a sigh reached your ears. You glanced up to face him.

“Ask Koko.” “Koko’s not home.” Another sigh escaped his lips.

Now this conversation was reaching an impasse, and you were already turning tail and beginning the walk away from your house since two out of the three kids you knew would actually play with you weren’t home.

“Wait,” this made you stop in your tracks as you turned your head back. Once you turned back around completely, you were very much surprised to see him blush, this was unlike the Seishu you knew. He never blushed or even looked embarrassed, even when his sister would make teasing jabs at him. He would ignore or on occasion, fire a witty comment back. 

“I’ll come play… just– come inside,” now you knew back then that this was strange, but you were definitely not going to say no to this new behavior of his.

As you sat on the couch and waited for him, you would hear his father tease him about finally being nice to you and hearing the latter frantically deny that it wasn’t true and he just had nothing to do, much to your giggling. Especially when Seishu came running downstairs and demanded that you follow him lest the both of you would be dealing with more teasing about the two of you.

Now that he would think about it as the day went by, maybe you weren’t so bad to have a playdate with. All day, you two would talk; albeit it started awkwardly… until the topic switched to a cartoon you two liked. Thanks to that topic, he seemed to be more talkative, and to you of all people.

Seishu would realize that maybe you weren’t so bad after all, maybe you weren’t as annoying as he thought you were. In fact, he began to even find you interesting. Not that he would admit that to anyone, not even Koko no matter how much he bugged him for answers.

As the day slowly began to turn into night, Seishu’s opinion began to change along with the day. He was starting to see why you were liked by the others, why his sister pushed him to be nicer to you. All day you two talked, ran around the neighborhood playing tag, and even got some ice cream. 

What felt like minutes to you both but was hours in actuality, you two were sitting outside the Inuis’ front porch, admiring the sun going down. Despite the two of you being out of breath, you still couldn’t help but admire the sun descending below the horizon; making way for the splendid red and oranges that painted across the sky along with the stars finally making themselves visible. The two of you remained in silence until Akane and their mother returned home and gushed at the sight of you finally getting along, much to his dismay. You, on the other hand, looked down at the ground in embarrassment. Unfortunately, the teasing would never stop even as you and him parted ways back home, your parents soon getting hold of what happened. Now you really wanted to find somewhere to run and hide.

Despite the teasing that would last even until the next morning, you were still excited to get up and get ready to walk to school with the siblings and Koko. Typically, this was something that you were neutral over, but after the day before? You couldn’t help but feel excitement stir within you. After a playdate and some improvement on the relationship between you and Seishu? You were confident that nothing could go wrong.

Even after Akane’s hushed giggling and Koko’s teasing words as you two walked together side by side couldn’t diminish your happiness as the sun began to rise. As you stared up to witness a beautiful sight, the rosy hue had distracted you from the gaze fixed upon you.

As you all trudged towards the way to school, Seishu couldn’t help but glance at you as you looked up at the sign of a new beginning approaching, he would feel something inside him stir, and it wasn’t the excitement that you were feeling earlier when meeting up with him and the others.

This feeling was strange, nothing he ever felt before and he would feel it rise even after he would look away. As the sun continued to make its appearance, Seishu would come to a small realization, one that he would deny after weeks of meeting you.

Perhaps yes… maybe he did like you after all. 

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Since its hand her over asks- will we get a pt 2 for Mochi? Like comforting each other after what happened

(I am actually sucker for angst, so maybe founding out his wife is pregnant but they both don't know who the father is Mochi or Sanzu)

Hand Her Over II (Part 3): Kanji Mochizuki/ Kokonoi Hajime & Inupi Seishu x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.4k

tw: it's gonna fuckin' hurt

masterlist

Hand Her Over Megapost

Kanji Mochizuki

"See? Your baby is right... there." Mochi closes his hand into a fist as he sits beside you. You're quiet, too, looking at the screen with a blank face.

The nurse doesn't know the truth. And even when you two leave the building, it feels like this horrible secret will remain between the two of you... and your child.

The passenger door is opened for you, and before you can climb inside, Mochi takes your hand.

"Hey." You look up from the ground and into his eyes. "I don't care if it's his," Mochi finally murmurs, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. "I'll love it regardless."

You stand there. The wind ruffles your skirt as you stare at Mochi, and your eyes glaze over. Tears - little ones, not the big ones Mochi is used to - drop from your eyes. But you push them away and pull away from Mochi, even though it's the last thing he wants right now.

What he would prefer is to have you next to him at night, sleeping soundly, unbothered by the whole ordeal. It would be perfect if the two of you could forget about it and move on. But life is never that easy.

"Can you help me out of my shoes?"

Mochi closes the back door and latches it as soon as you both are inside. That's a new habit of his, even though he's in a gated community.

"Sure, baby." When he stoops down to unstrap your sandals, he notices the swelling of your ankles. "Do your ankles hurt?" Mochi's still on the floor, kneeling before you, and when he looks up at your face, all thoughts - except one - flee from his mind.

God, you're so beautiful.

Mochi can see it now: you're waddling into the kitchen with a hand on your stomach, grumbling about the baby kicking during your attempt at a nap. He's standing at the kitchen counter, pouring over the expense reports for the month and sipping his coffee. You sidle up next to him and kiss his temple before slamming the laptop shut and demanding his attention.

And hell, he'd gladly give it. Every single time.

"Mochi?" Your voice brings him out of the divine vision, and he exhales.

"Sorry. What'd you say, my love?"

"I said I think a foot rub would be nice." His smile is genuine, and Mochi ushers you to the bedroom with the common courtesy of a gentleman.

Foot rubs are something Mochi loves to do, and even more so now that you're pregnant with his child. His. No one else could claim them.

He grabs the lotion on the dresser and squeezes some into his hand, inhaling the lavender scent eagerly before approaching you. Your right foot is between his hands when you finally say something. Your voice is soft, but he can hear the intent behind your words.

"What if the child... looks like him?" Mochi shrugs.

"I won't mind." The child might inherit that fool's eyes, but that would be the worst of it. No scars. No pink hair. No menacing scowl. None of that.

"But I will." Mochi stops. You place your hand on your barely round stomach and inhale shakily. "I don't want to carry that monster's child." He'd never thought of that. Mochi feels a part of him deflate, and he looks away, considering that he could be further away from his ideal life than he thought. But you catch the look in his eye.

"You thought because you said you'd accept the child that everything would magically be okay, didn't you?"

"I never said that," Mochi replies, frowning.

"You didn't have to." You pull your foot away from his grip and scrunch your brows together. Tears come to your eyes again, and they're the fat ones - the massive droplets that mean he's fucked up.

"Baby, I--" Your lip quivers, and Mochi knows he's lost any footing the moment you begin to cry. Your hands come up to your face, and you sob, breaking Mochi's heart. "I'm sorry." He tries to cradle you in his arms, but you push him away roughly.

You don't say anything as you walk to the bathroom, leaving Mochi sitting on the bed alone.

Kokonoi Hajime

"Hey!" The Facetime calls are always brief, but Koko treasures them. Inupi is on the phone and rolling out of bed, shirtless. "What have you been up to? It's two p.m. over there."

"Just lazing around," Inupi murmurs, wiping his eyes and yawning.

"Are you taking naps now?" Kokonoi jokes, but Inupi shakes his head.

"What're you doing today? Or should I say tonight?" As Inupi walks around the mid-sized home, Kokonoi admires his purchase for the only man in his life.

"Just finishing up some work," Kokonoi lies, sipping from a wine glass leisurely. "Going to get ready for a night out after this." Inupi's eyes glow with mischief.

"You gonna get laid, huh?"

Kokonoi chokes on his wine. "What?" Inupi shakes his head and laughs, obviously amused.

"Nothing, nothing."

"Who's on the phone?" Kokonoi perks up at the sound of your voice, fully expecting to see you coming through the back door or something. But when you appear wearing only a bathrobe and freshly washed face, something in his gut sinks.

"Koko!" Your joyous shout is accompanied by a smile, and Kokonoi can't help himself. He smiles back. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," he reassures you, then watches you plant a kiss on Inupi's temple.

"When are you coming to see us?" Inupi playfully swats your ass as you walk a little to the right and fully out of Kokonoi's sight. Kokonoi sees the silly grin he gives you, and suddenly, he feels... lost.

"Not... not for a while. It'll take some time for things to die down here." Inupi isn't fully paying attention, it seems.

The bare chest. The robe. The kiss. The--

"Well, when you do come, please bring y/n those fancy hair clips. She keeps breaking them."

"I'm not the one breaking them," you shout, just off camera.

"How do they get broken, then?" Kokonoi asks, not checking his tone before he speaks. Inupi looks down at the phone and sees Koko's face.

Maybe it's the lateness. Maybe it's the wine. Maybe it's the sight of his lovers moving on - and together - without him. Inupi stands up from his perch on the couch and walks away from the living room. Kokonoi doesn't speak or watch. He looks away as his lover's cheeks bloom red a little.

"Kokonoi," Inupi begins when he's out of your hearing.

"No, don't explain it to me." It's petty, and they both know it.

"You have to understand. She's been hurting a lot... We've been hurting a lot. I admit, it's kind of stupid when you think about it... We were with you, and now... we're with each other."

"When were you going to tell me?"

"She wanted to tell you immediately after it happened the first time."

"An accident?" Kokonoi's tone is sour, but he doesn't care. He's been left in the dark about this tryst for too long. Inupi sighs, sitting on the ottoman at the foot of the bed, and he leans over, rubbing his eyes a little. "Was it an accident?"

"I was comforting her."

"So you started all of this?"

"It's not like that Koko--"

"Why didn't either of you tell me? She wanted to; why didn't you?"

Inupi pauses, then he looks away. "I didn't tell you... because I didn't feel guilty." The admission hits Kokonoi like a sack of bricks to the gut. "I didn't feel guilty at all. It felt so good, and I'd never really considered being with y/n like that until now."

"You want to have a family, is that it?" Inupi hangs his head. "You want her to be the mother of your kids, huh?"

"Hajime, please..." Inupi's voice is broken. "We can all still be a family."

"But you like fucking her more than you care about my feelings!"

"Fucking her?" Inupi looks down at the phone, and a flicker of rage crosses his features. Kokonoi huffs out a surprised laugh, leaning back in the chair and blinking.

"How long?"

"What?"

"How long have you had feelings for her, Seishu?" Inupi flinches.

"Ever since you abandoned us at the airport."

"You've got to be kidding me." His thumb hovers over the end button, and Inupi doesn't even offer him the courtesy of a "wait." Koko ends the call, dropping the phone on the desk and looking at the arched ceiling.

Oh, what he wouldn't give for it to crumble in on him right now.

[fpsh]

🐉 💤

[buccini555]

ℐ𝒏𝒖𝒊 𝒮𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒖 ℱ𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒚 ℋ𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

♡ Likes hugs and preferably tight.

♡ He is very kind and his voice has a very calm tone.

♡ He likes to read books in general.

♡ His favorite place is a library, usually he and Kokonoi go to read together and he always sits by the window because he likes the sunlight

♡ His hair is extremely soft and shiny.

♡ He likes Kokonoi's eyes because they are very dark.

♡ He uses floral perfumes

♡ In a relationship, he would be extremely loving, kind and romantic, he would write letters to the person weekly

♡ Writes poems and short stories, usually something about love

♡ Dedicates beautiful phrases to friends.

♡ His clothes are always super neat and they all smell like freshly picked flowers

[fgojous]

AND SUDDENLY, THERE'S NO YOU.

+ pairings. seishu inui x f!reader

+ tags. angst, established relationship, cheating, hurt no comfort

+ wc. 1.6k

+ note. hi hi. here's my first seishu fic and its angst yay hhehehe sorry huhu the things that i could only write as of this moment is angst and shits that would make me cry ehehe maybe this fic is based on real events, we'll never know 👀 jk, anyway sorry if its not that good cuz im jus typing what i feel hahadhjkashjkdsa

reblogs are always appreciated! <3 tagging bby pat @manjiroscum muwah hehe

You have been staring into thin air ever since you sat on a stool on the counter, stirring your coffee for what feels like an eternity. You look around your apartment and it has been the same morning everyday for the past few weeks—the same, miserable atmosphere that you have grown tired of. 

You wonder why it feels this way—but you thought, life is just like this sometimes. There are just days that you feel like you want to fall apart and tear your heart into pieces. There are just times where the universe doesn’t agree with you. 

But you know that you couldn’t put it all on the universe because you know the real reason why you have been feeling this way. You just don’t have the guts to take it; it was clear as a bell but you have chosen to be oblivious about it and the more that you do this to yourself,  the more your days become unbearable—like you have been walking barefoot on the shards of your broken heart.

And it was true, you do not have the guts to take it and ask some questions. You want to let it be because there’s still a hope inside your heart that this was just a phase and everything will be alright in time. You refuse to just accept that this is beyond unfixable. 

“Hey.”

With a faint smile, you looked at him. “Breakfast?”

“Can’t. Need to go to the shop right now.” Seishu informed you while pulling the zipper up on his uniform. “I’ll see you later.”

You have to understand him, that’s why you need to shove the disappointment down and be fine with it. “Oh. Okay.”

Seishu just gave you a mere nod as he was in a hurry. You stood up and accompanied him at the door, fixing his collar as you both walked by while you gave him your daily reminders. “Take care…”

You wanted to say it but throwing those words around feels such a waste when you know that you wouldn’t be reciprocated. You’ve chosen to ignore everything but you can't deny the pain that you feel whenever he taps your shoulder in response to the words you just said. Was it hard to talk to you?

No matter how you chose to be blind about it, you’re aware of how much he changed around you. Seishu is a man of few words at times but if he has to say something—he would say it, if he really wants to. He opens up to you and tells you all his troubles because you’re his safe place, he always has his defenses down when he’s with you—but now, it feels like you don’t know a single shit about him and what he thinks. There’s an invisible wall between the two of you and you couldn’t get past it.

He left you alone on the other side as if you’re anybody else—but you’re not. 

“Thanks.” he simply said and he was gone. It was ridiculous, Seishu doesn’t know how or when it happened but it was worse when he woke up next to you and it felt like you’re just somebody else that he’s sharing the bed with. That he woke up and doesn’t feel like tucking your hair behind your ear, that he doesn’t feel like kissing your forehead. 

Everything felt like a job that he doesn’t want to do anymore. You felt like a job that he grew tired of.

He wanted to let you down slowly. He’s direct and true to his words, you know that about him even if it’ll hurt him or somebody around him, but maybe you’re still not just ‘anybody’ to him yet because he doesn’t want to hurt you by saying things that he wasn’t sure of before. But as the days went by—weeks even, he was sure that all of this was just a cycle of things that he’s done for years on end and he wanted to get out.

And so, he started by being blunt—it doesn’t matter if it’s in person or in text messages—he was pulling away from you, little by little until the long tooth-rotting messages you always send to each other when you’re far away from one another turned to you, waiting for him to message you back and him, responding to you after hours with one simple word.

Until the nights where he would listen to you talk about your day and hold you close to him turned to the nights where he’s scrolling on his phone while you happily tell him all the details and in his mind, he was waiting for you to notice that he was not interested to hear what you’ve done all throughout the day. 

He knew it was unfair to treat you this way but he couldn’t bring himself to just stand up and tell you that he doesn’t love you anymore.

It was unfortunate, it was a cruel twist of fate because he swore years ago that he would never stop loving you and yet, here he is.

He didn’t have the heart until he went home and saw you sitting on the couch and instead of smiling at him and asking him about how his day went, you greeted him with silence. He wished that you wouldn’t look at him and stay that way. He didn’t want to see the hurt reflecting from your teary eyes when he’s about to hurt you. When he's about to break the heart of the person that he loved for years.

He was about to walk towards you but you started saying some things that made him stop.

“I woke up this morning and you weren’t there to tell me good morning. You didn’t even kiss me goodbye when you went and left for work.”

Seishu wasn’t supposed to say anything but the look on your face made him blurt it out—he couldn’t hurt you anymore.

“I met someone else.”

…

How did it end up this way?

That’s the only question running through your mind as of this moment as you look at the boxes piling up on the floor—at the empty shelves that were once filled with all the memories that you hold dear to your heart.

You couldn’t deny the immense weight on your heart, pinning you down to a never-ending misery that slowly claws its way on your whole being; it was eating you up, inch by inch—every minute, every second and every hour of your every day for the rest of your life. 

It eats up your soul and your sanity until all of what’s left is a shell of a person that you don't even recognize anymore whenever you look at the mirror. All you could see was a person who wasn’t even trying to get herself back because of the irreversible damage that has been done on her.

It wasn’t all your fault but how come you’re sitting alone thinking if you could have done something differently so it doesn’t end up like this.

How come you’re thinking that maybe there’s something you need to fix so that things didn’t have to be this way.

It was so mind-wrecking, it was like your heart was being squeezed whenever you try to breathe; it was so excruciating that you wish to just lose yourself into oblivion so you don't have to try and pick yourself up—saying that you’re fine when in reality, you’re not even a centimeter close to being okay.

“Guess that’s all of it.” Seishu said as he walked down the stairs, carrying a box filled with clothes that you neatly organized on your shared cabinet just weeks ago.

You couldn’t bear to look at him. Because you know that once you do, you’ll break down crying in front of him—you know yourself, you’ll beg and make a fool of yourself.

It doesn’t matter how much it hurts, how much you picture him with someone else. You think you can do it, you think you can shove it down as long as you’re with him you’re going to be okay because you couldn’t imagine a life—a new morning where you don’t see him the moment you open your eyes.

“Seishu.”

“Hm?”

“I want to be with you.” you looked at him, letting your tears fall as you walked towards him. The things that you were holding now discarded on the floor as you latch on to him. 

You pulled away, pointing at your chest where your broken heart lies. “But it hurts. So much. Here.”

“Everytime I look at you, I always picture you with her. Everytime I try to remember the moment where you kissed me there’s always you and her. I couldn’t see you and me—us.” you sobbed, clutching your chest as you cry your heart out. “I couldn’t look at you the same. I always pictured you as someone who would never hurt me. Never. You were it, Seishu. You were the one. I swore that you’ll be my first, last and my only one but I wasn’t your only one. I wasn’t.”

Seishu could only look at you with remorse reflecting from his eyes which held adoration for you before. “We were okay. We had it all planned out—everything, Seishu. But how could you do this? How could you hurt me like this?”

“So, you should let me go.” he said, Seishu wasn’t void of his feelings for you at all, that he doesn’t feel his heart being squeezed just by looking and listening to you. “I said that I would never hurt you but I did and I don’t deserve you.”

What you will say might be cruel—but he shattered you, the things that you will say doesn’t compare to the damage that he put out to ruin you. “You know what I wish for right now? I wish that I hadn’t met you so I wouldn’t have to wake up tomorrow knowing that there’s no you anymore.”

[lavenderslemonade]

hey ! how are you? i saw that your requests were open and wanted to just slide on in, so I’ve got finals coming up life of a college student🤪 and was wondering if i could request a hc format w/ rindou and inui with a g/n reader who just lost all motivation? like just tired and drained b/c of school? thank you!

I'm doing well! Actually one of the reasons I really wanted to work on this one is because I actually graduated from college today, so I understand staying up late and writing/studying for classes to the point of just wanting to be done both mentally and physically. So as it's exams season I wish everyone good luck <3

Requests: Open! Please specify if you want a HC or Fic! If you fail to do so you will have a higher chance of being skipped

Warnings: SFW

Rindou and Inui with a G/N Reader Who's Lost Motivation to Study

Rindou:

- Honestly, Rindou could care less about school, thus, he usually skips it. However, he understands how important it is to you, and actually enjoyed picking you up from cram school back when you were in high school together.

- You'd walk to the nearest convenience store and get a container of cheap ramen, eating outside together while talking about your day. Meanwhile, when the weather would turn cold he'd hand off a warm drink to you stating he didn't want the rest, thought you'd enjoy it, meanwhile the cup is full.

- You miss those days.

- Now that you're in college you feel like your very soul is being sucked out of you. You enjoy your major, however, some of the courses honestly proved to be more difficult than you'd expected.

- Your parent's praise of how well you were doing only did so much. You were grateful, yes, however as your eyes skimmed the book before you rereading the passage over and over again, your brain began taking a negative turn.

- It was about seven at night when Rindou found out that your parents were gone for the weekend to visit family, leaving you alone. He had honestly expected you to text him, asking for him to come over however he'd heard nothing over the past few days.

- He understands you have exams, you'd mentioned so a few weeks prior, but this was steadily becoming concerning.

- Thus, he stopped by your regular convenience store and bought your favorite ramen from back in high school and something sweet to surprise you with.

- His old brother likes to poke fun at him for doing such a thing, however, Rin simply scoffs and rolls his eyes. The amount of times you've patched him up, tried to help him study when he did have to take tests, etc. This was the least he could do.

- When he gets to your house, using the key under the mat, he thinks you're asleep.

- He sees the light under your door and peeks inside. You're hunched over your desk like a shrimp and at first, he thinks you're asleep. Walks over to try and take you to bed until he realizes that your eyes are open and staring down at the book before you.

- Rindou takes in the dark circles under your eyes, how red your eyes are from staring at books all day, and honestly it hurts him to see you this way.

- Doesn't snap out of it till he hears you sniffle, eyes swelling with tears before looking at him. You sob that you just don't get it anymore. You've reread the passage over and over but the words are just slowly molding together. Nothing makes sense anymore.

- He asks when the last time you ate was, and honestly you can't remember. You think you ate some onigiri that morning? Or was it the day before that?

- Everything is melding together. Time, studying materials, everything, and you just want to crawl into your bed, dragging Rin with you, and sleep.

- However, this is one of your hardest classes and you just can't bring yourself to do bad. Thus, you keep pushing.

- You tear your eyes away from the pages once more when Rin tells you that he's going to run you a bath and that he'd brought you food. He closes the book in front of you, and he's waiting for you to try and reach for it as he pulls it away.

- He knew it used to make you mad when he did such a thing, pulling you away from your studies so you'd give him attention. However, he watched as you just stare at the desk full of notes, before silently giving him an okay and standing up.

- He runs you a bath, allowing you to soak while he warms up your ramen. When you're out you're in a fresh pair of pajamas and flop into his waiting arms.

- Leads you both over to the couch so you can each and wraps you both in a large blanket while you watch your favorite show. He doesn't really care for it, but you really need to rest, so he pushes through.

- Stays with you the rest of the weekend to make sure you take breaks, eat properly, and don't overw

Inui:

- Another one that didn't really care about school honestly, but he admires how seriously you take it. During school when you'd stay behind to get a little extra studying done he wouldn't study with you, but he would watch you from over his phone.

- Loves how relaxed your facial expressions are when you're studying. Also loves when you get irritated with a question, furrowing your brows and biting at the bottom of your lip.

- Honestly makes him want to kiss them so bad.

- Doesn't pick you up from cram school like Rindou since he usually has to stay late to help Draken close up the shop, but he does stop by your apartment to spend time with you or to pick you up and take you on a date.

- However, ever since you started college it feels like he sees you less and less, which is understandable. You'll call him when you're getting off the train and walking home or while laying in bed discussing projects you have to do, papers you have to write, etc.

- Sounds like too much work in his opinion, but he's proud of you.

- You mentioned on your last date that you'd be studying for exams over the next few weeks, which he understood, however, he didn't really expect you to go quiet.

- He checks his phone on his breaks to see if you've messaged him to which on rare occasions you will, but on others, it'll be about two-three days since he hears back from you.

- He'll call you on the weekends to try and ask how studying is going but he can hear just how tired you are. Asks why you're up at nearly midnight to which it takes you a minute to respond, "It's already midnight? I thought it was only seven?"

- Wants to do something for you but he doesn't exactly make a killing at his job as he and Draken are still figuring everything out.

- However, he misses you and wants to see you at least for a couple hours.

- Randomly shows up at your apartment to see if you'd like to go out on a surprise date. Your parents are out for the evening on their own date and let him know that they'd leave the apartment door unlocked for him so he could surprise you.

- Gets concerned when they mention that they've been worried since you keep yourself holed up in your room.

- When he opens your door he's surprised to find you sitting on the floor, multiple books laid out and notes scattered around. You look exhausted, weakly reaching out for another sheet of paper to scribble on, but you're stopped when someone pulls the paper away from you.

- You think it's your mother getting ready to tell you for the fourth time that day to take a break and eat something, but you're even more surprised when your eyes connect with your boyfriend's emerald ones.

- Instead of pouting that he took your study material away he watches as you tiredly reach for another book to study. Even though it's your first semester in college he remembers you stating that your goal was to make top scores on all your assignments and exams but is it really worth this?

- Your eyes are red from crying and lack of sleep, the area under your eyes is darker, and the large hoodie you wear concerns him, knowing that if he were to look under it there's a chance you've probably lost a bit of weight from the neglect you're putting yourself through.

- You state that you just need a few more minutes and then you'll join your parents for dinner and take a break. He lets you know that they left about an hour ago and it's nearly nine at night.

- A silence lingers between the two of you as you realize that the day is gone and you're still trying to figure out this one section you have in class. It just won't stick no matter how many times you write it, no matter how many times you read the materials, it's not clicking and to make matters worse nobody including the teacher is responding to your emails asking for help.

- Your brain finally snaps back to reality when you feel Inui drape his work jacket over you. It smells like grease and sweat, but that's okay because it smells like him.

- He leads you out of your apartment and to his motorcycle. You don't even question where you're going, you just let him drive you around as you grasp onto him tightly.

- You finally end up at the beach nearly an hour later. Leaves you with his bike as he rushes to the convenience store across the street. Comes back with two bentos, premade onigiri, your favorite drink and some poki for dessert.

- He remembers when his dad would take him and Akane out when she had exams in high school, buying the same treats and sitting outside at the park near their home for a small picnic so she could get some fresh air and rest.

- Inui feels that the beach would help you relax with the crashing waves and keep you away from your books for a while.

- He sits in the sand with you in his lap, the two of you eating away, and at random points, he gently pokes at your bottom lip with his chopsticks trying to feed you.

- The two of you end up spending most of the night there, at least till you're about to fall asleep.

- Takes you back to your apartment telling you to pack some clothes and takes you back to his place for the weekend. Let's you bring one book to review that you're really struggling with and some notes, nothing excessive.

- Helps you study, and makes you take breaks outside.

[viboraneno]

⌦ APRICUS..:*♡

/Aˈpriː.kus/ - Warmed by, having lots of sunshine, sunny

✴ Synopsis: If Seishu could describe one word that suited you, it was most definitely "apricus". You were his sunshine that always managed to warm him even in his darkest days. What happens when that sunshine suddenly disappears and becomes distant when he truly needed it?

✴ This Series Contains the Following: Female reader, childhood friends to lovers, Bonten timeline, final timeline much later, separation, canonical character death, violence, gang fights, reunion, reader is also friends with Koko, mentions of time travel, suggestive themes, angst with a happy ending

✴ Note: soooo i've been wanting to write inupi for the longest time and this happened lol. i've had so many ideas for who would fit but he was my best bet as i was inspired by an rp i did in the past ^^. while this series is not largely nsfw, i would still prefer minors to not interact, please and thank you.

✴ Tagging: @enchantedforest-network @eveningatthemoviesnetwork @thehoneypotserver

⌦ Chapters:

✴ SUNRISE . . . 1995 ✴ AURORA . . . 2001 ✴ NOONTIDE . . . 2003 ✴ SUNSET . . . 2005 ✴ TWILIGHT . . . 2008 ✴ MIDNIGHT . . . 2018

[blueparadis]

“Love me, Love me not ”

▸cw: afab-reader, modern au, hybrid au, m-oral, m-masturbation, blow-job, f-oral, an indication of transitioning, wolf pup Inui Seishu x human reader; ▸wc:1k; ▸type: oneshot; ▸synopsis : Money,power, property made you enviable and lonely until a rare hybrid walked into your lavish life. navigation links.

Inui standing opposite to you, dressed in a white shirt and a brief, eyes lingering over you; your body scent rusting his senses. He props on his elbow on the headrest of the settee yet his presence didn't have an ounce of effect on you. So, he puckered his lips in a swirl blowing out a long whistle. A rosy smirk smothered your face as you understood his restlessness, his longing for you. It hasn't been much since he walked into your life.

Heavy downpours, lonely streets, drenched clothes. You found him under the shade, passed out, with the bruised body. Gladly, he was still breathing. Quite a rare breed said the doctor and he is true.

“what is it?”, you asked looking up to him, your tongue rolling around your inner lips trying to hold the laughter as he lowers his head snorting in response. It's so hard not to sit in your workplace and simply watch him, his soft furry ears, tail always wagging at a rhythm. Somedays, when you hum a tune to lighten up your melancholic mood, he often wags his tail slowly in beats. He must be fond of your voice, otherwise, why would a wolf pup would be serene in your presence.

When you brought him home, he wasn't awake for days. The doctor warned about his transitional hormones, changes but to think that a rare wolf hybrid would warm up to you so quickly is a mirage, hopeless.

“Nothing! I just wanted to know that—

“that? you repeat since he doesn't look at you.

“when you'd be free!”, Inui asks with all his nervousness soaking his gestures.

“I have a meeting and then I'll be free!”, you respond getting up from the seat, leaning against the work surface, hands folding into your bosom.

He nods enthusiastically and walks towards the exit. You could see his cherry-tainted ass cheeks peeking through the shirt as he wags his tail. “Get dressed. The meeting is in my house!”, you order turning around to avoid his piercing gaze, a stare that screams to be touched, loved.

Inui wasn't a headache like a doctor said he would be. Inui was fond of you, your scent, your voice, your clothes. Even if you picked him quite a bunch, you would occasionally catch him wearing your hoodies. Maybe, he tries to get close to you, a total stranger who took let him stay out of pity. On late working nights, you would occasionally find a warm serape place over your cold body on an early morning; yes he is falling for you. And so, you longed for the impossible, the inevitable to happen.

He was sitting beside you, perfectly still like an exotic pet, a trophy dressed in a white long overcoat, trousers, and heels. You didn't like it; the fact that he dressed like that so pretty, so handsome just because you asked him to do so. He would have easily averted the situation sitting in his room but here he is listening in rapt attention, legs one upon the other, observing their movements, your clients.

Sometimes, he helped with your work, and hence, you didn't mind his powerful presence. Instead, you were starting to grow fond of him. His feet were constantly shaking as the meeting was nearing its end. You could feel his unblinking stares accompanied by inhales of impatience. As they left the room, you rested your hand on the handle, head on your palm closing your eyes for a bit

And the very next moment you had to open your eyes as you sensed him sitting on your lap, legs folded to spread across yours. For a moment he stared at you and then threw his body over you, his warm chin into your caving chilly shoulders. You ran your fingers over his fluffy golden hair, at the nook of his earlobes earning a hum as he curls his hands around your waist.

“Are you feeling unwell?”, you ask and he breaks the hug gawking at you, blinking, thinking about something. Inui doesn't respond, he looks so needy being seated on your lap, hands reaching to your lower belly. Stretching your hands towards his facial scar, you cupped his face, rubbing onto his cheeks in circles with your thumb. He shuts his eyes purring for a while until you touch his lips. He immediately grabs your wrist kissing your palm, licking your hand, sucking your fingers with a sweet trail of soft moans.

He was so busy, so drunk on your scent that he didn't notice how your other hand played with the elastic of his pants. You slipped your hand inside his pants, grabbing his member making him gasp out a moan as he rests his head on your shoulders again.

Tilting his face a little, towards your face getting access to fresh air, a relief from your strong scent, and gain access to your neckline. He barely mumbles, “do it, do it please!” You held him in position by wrapping your left arm around his valley of a slim waist. Pumping his growing hard cock, having his heavy breaths near your placid ears made you greedy, hungry, more than him. You swiftly switched positions placing him underneath you, having him stunned while you pondered, “is it okay if I just blow him? I wanna taste him so bad...”

Inui pants rapidly as you keep stroking his cock, he covers his face with his palms nails skimming through his hair as you start to suck his leaking member. He gazes at you as if he read your thoughts, lips parting: “make it quick, make it quick”, he snarls noticing your broad licks along with his throbbing member.

You shot up a glare amongst his gulf of auburn legs and he immediaspringsrungs up. Holding your chin in between his thumb and index finger he sucks your puffy lips while his other hand pumps his member with quicker strokes. You whimper kissing him back balancing yourself on your fours as hotspurs of white fluid gushes out of his cock, coating your dress.

In the impulse of the moment, you break the kiss watching him in his heated mess. He falls back, panting heavily as you leave the couch.“Get cleaned! we're going out!”, you mumbled gaining his lustrous sapphire pupils. “we are?”, he asks puppy ears popping straight as he wags his tail.

[fpsh]

its my bfs bday