#tora skins

[picrewsformeeee]

なんかいい感じの顔メーカー

[alizarddidit]

every time I see a blue skinned face 2 femRa who is also a Dragoon or Reaper I cry a little bit lmfao

[dior-and-dietcoke]

" MOVIE NIGHT GONE RIGHT. "

starring! : mikey, draken, baji, kazutora, chifuyu

warnings! : 18+, consent checks, gangbang, praise kink, cuckold, cheating, exhibition, filming, sub!reader, oral, handjobs, pet names, readers skin color is not mentioned

a/n! : This is a part 2 to "movie night gone wrong"<3 (an abrupt end btw)

-> masterlist.

The men in front of you stared at you in a trance, while mikey was walking past them to get his camera.

You arched your back sexily as you sat on mikey's bed with your legs spread and pussy exposed.

Their hot and feral stares made you want to close your legs for just a little bit of friction but, luckily you can just grind down on mikeys bed.

And so you did just that.

Making draken's eyebrow twitch while kazutora was about to drool all over himself.

Chifuyu was leaning over baji to get a better look at your pussy being pressed onto the bed.

You tilted your head as the tiniest gasp left your lungs. "So?..." You looked at the men individually, "You guys wanna be my starring roles this time?"

The men looked at mikey as he opened the camera up and smiled "If you're looking for my permission, go ahead." He clicked the cam on, and the red dot started blinking.

"She's waiting, and she gets whiny when she doesn't get what she wants"

Kazutora was the first to look at you again and spoke up after a big nervous gulp.

"..i-is this really okay?" He asked, reaching out to touch your smooth and beautiful legs.

He was so close to you now that he could smell your enchanting perfume that was dumbing him down even more, tora felt dizzy by your presence alone.

You looked down at your cute tora and lifted the leg that he was caressing onto the bed to expose your pussy even more to the men, kazutora almost passed out when he saw the glimmer of your already wet pussy.

A soft gasp from chifuyu was heard as he also laid eyes between your legs.

Draken was still trying to push his desire to shove his big fingers in your tiny tight pussy away but it was impossible to not think about it when your cunt is exposed infront of him, fuck he knows it's wrong but he thought many times about how pretty your pussy would be but his imagination was nothing to the real thing.

Kazutora got closer to you and looked up at you one last time as if to ask for your consent one more time, he looked so cute, quietly begging for your pussy.

You nodded softly, smiling down at the man "..go ahead" you whispered to him.

To which kazutora just softly grabbed your thighs and kissed them up, making you already gasp and moan. Chifuyu couldn't believe this was happening. he was stiff as a board, not daring to move a single muscle in case this was actually just a dream and he would wake up.

Kazutora looked at your clit when he kissed just next to your pussy, he swallowed the ocean of drool that was pooling in his mouth before he opened his mouth to place his tongue between the valley of your pussy lips, diving right in and tasting you like he hasn't eaten in months. Your hips twitched as you felt toras talented tongue threatening to push into you, but when he went up to suck on your pulsing clit you threw your head back with a loud and erotic moan.

Draken buried his head in his hands, trying to drown your pornographic moans out, but it was no use. He stood up and walked to the door. "i ca-...I can't fucking do this" he groaned, but your whine stopped him in his tracks "Kenny! P-please stay.." You held your hand out as you were now laying on the bed, looking at him with your lustful eyes as kazutoras' head was between your plush thighs.

"Please..I need you, please, kenny" you begged, grinding into kazutoras face, making him moan.

Draken bit his lip, trying hard not to give into your siren calls

"It's okay, ken-chin," mikey spoke up. "I won't tell her if you won't," he reassured draken, to which his heart pounded and sweat started to bead at his hairline.

"Fuck me.." he cursed under his breath before he stomped over to you while taking off his jacket "fuck it." He said sitting next to you, immediately grabbing your face to kiss you as roughly and feral as he could, you moaned into his mouth as you felt draken's tongue against your own, feeling his teeth brushing against your lips every once in a while.

Ken's brain and rational thinking just shut off when the taste of your sweet spit invaded his mouth, his cock was unbelievably hard, straining against his jeans. His hand found your pretty hair to pull at it and keep you on his lips.

Mikey grinned before biting down on his bottom lip, watching his best friend making out with you. You looked so pretty getting ravaged by his two friends, all messy and moaning, legs twitching, your body not knowing what to do.

Baji huffed and stood up before tying his hair back and taking his own jacket off, he looked at chifuyu "c'mon, you wanna stay a virgin and watch us fuck this pretty girl or do you want in?"

Chifuyu didn't really know what to do, honestly. But thankfully, the hungry kiss you, and draken shared, got stopped so you could look at the other two men, while draken began kissing and sucking at your neck "come here, fuyu..gimme a kiss yeah?" You smiled at him with lidded eyes.

You didn't have to ask him twice, no sir. He got up and stormed over to you, kneeling in front of the bed and immediately smashing his lips onto your already wet ones.

Meanwhile, baji got on the bed to lay next to you. Suddenly, he grabbed both sides of your blouse and ripped it off of you, gaining a shocked gasp from you. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart..I'll give you my jacket later, yeah?"

You moaned at bajis rare sweetness and shoved your tongue harder against chifuyus.

Baji looked at your exposed tits and hard nipples, you looked so sexy, so fucking hot. He grabbed your waist harshly as his head went down to lick up from your stomach to your nipple.

Your eyes rolled back at all the mouths and hands on you, Mikey captured the exact moment when your brain shut completely off.

Draken got up to suddenly flip you around, making you arch your back, kazutora was gasping at the loss of your pussy on his mouth, but then immediately sighed dreamily at the new view of your pussy and your ass. Wasting no time to put his hands back on your thighs and burying his face into your inviting and hot cunt.

Draken grabbed your face again as he kneeled in front of you on the bed, his belt already unbuckled and unzipped. Right now, he was pulling them down along with his boxers. Letting his hard and long cock jump out infront of your face, kazutora felt your pussy react on his tongue, to which he just kept his eyes closed and giggled.

"C'mon, baby, open up, yeah?" You complied immediately and opened your pretty lips and sticking your tongue out.

Draken immediately lightly slapped his cock against your tongue as he chuckled, you heard another zipper next to you and baji was now next to draken, also with his huge cock out, waiting for you to give it some attention.

"Can ya take two dicks at the same time?" Your shiny eyes looked up at the men, before you dumbly nodded with your mouth still wide open and tongue out.

You felt bajis cock twitch against your cheek "such a good girl for us.."

Your manicured hand went up to bajis cock to stroke his thick and hard length up and down, making him softly tilt his head back with a rough but quiet moan, bajis strong hand found the back of your head "is this okay?" He softly asked, to which you nodded enthusiastically

He then drew your attention back to draken, by turning your head to his cock.

You immediately let drakens tip slip back into your mouth with a loud grumble "fuck, you feel so good, princess..."

Mikey suddenly walked over to all of you to get a better shot of you sucking drakens cock, the way your pretty glossed over lips wrapped around drakens fat cock looked illegally sexy, your eyes looking up at him through your thick lashes. Eyes quietly begging for someone to finally fuck you, Mikey knew that look too well.

"Flip her over again, she wants to get fucked" the men perked up at mikey's request as you whimpered.

Baji's strong hands grabbed your waist to flip you around, being manhandled into multiple positions made you go dumb and let your pussy feel so empty, you needed one of them inside you, if not two.

Kazutora looked so lovestruck with your pussy juice and his own spit covering his mouth and chin, he gave your pussy one last kiss with a big "mwah".

You felt so exposed, having all the men just sitting around you with your pussy aching to cum and the men's hungry gazes, just ready to fuck your mind into the Astral plane.

But instead, they just stared down at you, chuckling when your hips began to twitch. "See how desperate she gets?"

Mikey chuckled, looking down at the camera displaying your pretty and teary eyes looking up at draken.

Baji then suddenly grabbed your face to make you look at him. "Pretty girl needs some cock to fill her up, hm?" His husky voice asked you while softly squeezing your cheeks.

You didn't even think before you nodded. your body just acted on impulse.

Obviously, all of the men wanted to be inside of your pretty pussy, but they aren't going to fight about it so baji just looked up at mikey, urging him to decide.

Mikey looked at draken. "Go on, kenchin" to which draken looked back down at you with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth and a sly grin as his lidded eyes stared into your glossy ones.

He got up to place himself into position

"Hold on," mikey stopped draken. "She has two holes to fill." He grinned, making you sigh at the thought of having two cocks inside you for the first time.

"B-baji...please," you quietly begged, looking up at the dark-haired man who was more than ready to fuck you in the ass, it was always his favorite part to look at of you, aside from your pretty face, of course.

"Fuck, if you ask me like that.." he chuckled, draken softly put his hand on your waist to sit you up before letting baji help him to hold you up for them.

You put your arms around drakens, strong neck while you felt both his and bajis hands on your soft thighs, sinking their fingers into the plush flesh.

As you were face to face with draken and being so close, he mindlessly started kissing you again. With deep and horny grunts coming from him, his cock was prodding at your pussy.

Baji started kissing down the back of your neck to your shoulder, softly biting down into your flesh. You moaned into Ken's mouth when you felt bajis sexy sharp teeth in your shoulder.

Kazutora and chifuyu just sat on either side of you, just watching you getting kissed and teased by their friends. It was weirdly hot to chifuyu, just watching you.

"So pretty for us, princess.." baji whispered against your soft and messy hair before spitting into his hand to slowly stroke his aching cock, though he was good at hiding it, he was going feral. He could just ravage you immediately until all you can do is cry as you cum and cum and cum over and over again.

Draken's tongue sensually swirled around yours, and his lips were so soft but so firm against you. It was making you feel like you were drunk.

"Want us inside now, pretty girl?" Draken asked against your wet lips, slowly letting his hands run from your thighs to your soft ass. Making you moan softly before you nod.

Draken shook his head tutted at you. "verbal answer, honey.." he reminded you as his thumb was softly caressing your ass.

You put your head on drakens broad shoulder. "I want it so bad.." You then kissed his neck softly, "please.."

He was so weak in the knees that he almost fell over if baji wasn't also holding you, he sighed and looked over at baji "ya heard her," he began before letting baji tilt your head up so you were looking at the long haired man "let's give her what she wants" he said, voice deep and sending shivers down your spine straight to your pussy.

Seconds after baji said it, he was slowly sliding inside you, you found it cute how he was restraining himself. You could hear by his deep growls and moans that he'd rather be having you face first in the bed and him pounding you until you can't even stand afterwards.

A loud and deep moan erupted from his thick throat, "fuck.." he hissed through gritted teeth as his cock slid all the way into your tight asshole. "So fuckin' tight-fuck me..." he cursed

Kazutora grinned, "she's so tasty too, our pretty girl.." he hummed as he got up and took your hand to guide it towards his mouth to suck on your thumb, feeling your long nail on his tongue got his eyes rolling back and his hand inching inside his pants to slowly stroke his rock hard dick.

Your brows furrowed together as your pussy begged your attention as your ass was filled to the brim with bajis big dick.

"K-kenny-" his soft smile made you whimper and whine "I know, baby..I won't let either of us wait any longer, kay?" He said, giving you one last kiss before turning his attention to his cock being pressed against your most holy.

"Please, please, please.." you sighed and whined, baji grumbled behind you "fuck, just get inside her..I need to fuck her"

Draken just chuckled "fine, fine.."

His tip lined up with your pussy and his thick head slowly slid inside you "oh shit- I can feel you coming in" baji mentioned.

Your eyes rolled back as your head fell on bajis shoulder, you felt every single centimeter of their cocks inside you as draken bottomed out.

"F-fuck..oh shit..I've never felt anything like it-" draken groaned as sweat started so slide down from his temple, baji didn't want to wait any longer than he needed so he just suddenly started fucking into you at a feral pace, making you moan with your mouth wide open, letting chifuyu no other choice but to grab your face and kiss you as rough as he could, moaning into your mouth as nothing but the wet sounds of your two holes in a trance and toras wet cock making obscene noises filled your mind. It's like you were getting fucked into another dimension..

Your mind was blank as you already felt the coil in your stomach tightening, kazutora suddenly stopped sucking on your finger and just grabbed your tiddy to suck on your hard nipple, moaning around it. While chifuyu had his tongue down your throat, his kissing felt even more feral than bajis ferocious thrusting.

While you were getting fucked into oblivion mikey recorded every single movement, reaction and facial expression you made.

You are the star, you are the main focus.

Mikey could never concentrate on anyone else but you, anyone who met you could agree. Even draken, who has a girlfriend.

You are just enchanting, making every man lose his composure. No matter how strong they are.

You are a sex symbol, mikey's pretty little pornstar.

Your eyes suddenly rolled back as your nails dug into drakens back, and mikey knew you were gonna cum. "M-MIKEYY!!" you wailed as a strong wave of Stimulation and ecstasy wahed over your nerves and set your body on fire.

Hearing his little princess scream his name as you're getting fucked by other men let's him know that you're completely his.

Mind coded to think of him when you cum.

Completely his <3

[cherrywhipped]

what goes down when you…

❤︎ get drunk with your tokyo rev s/o. ❤︎

!!!!!! VERY NSFW ❤︎ including: baji, chifuyu, kazutora, takemichi, mikey, draken, mitsuya, smiley, angry, rindou, ran, izana, kokonoi, inui, kakucho, sanzu, taiju, kisaki, hanma, shion, naoto, wakasa, shinichiro

a/n: just in time for valentines!!😀 had the weeknd’s cover of drunk in love on repeat, so I smashed a bunch of Tokyo Rev ideas I had into this prompt that weren't working as full fics. Some of these I ended up loving a lot (pt 2??*cough*shin) & some of them will probably just stay here. have a wonderful v day & stay safe! if u don’t have a date (like me) buy urself flowers and read these in the bath bc ur fav TR character wants to f*ck you rn <3

— — ❤︎ Baji Keisuke

“No listen! Apparently we weren’t even a couple despite all the times we fucked at the winery? And then it ended up catching on fire?? That’s like the last message, like we don’t even know how Aiden’s contest wine rank—” Baji smashed his lips against yours, ceasing your rambling immediately. “Babe, respectfully, I have no fucking idea what you’re talkin’ about.” He smiled and lowered his lips to your ear. “But, ya know, I could listen to your voice all damn day,” Baji planted a featherlight kiss near your earlobe as he whispered, “…’specially like hearing those moans of yours.” Something about liquor made your usually stoic boyfriend run his damn mouth. His topaz eyes twinkled as you stared at him in shock. You felt his heavy hand against your cheek and leaned into his comforting touch, his thumb brushing over your lips. “Keisuke,” you sighed. “You made me forget what I was saying.” You kissed his hand and lightly bit down on his thumb. “Good.” He sighed as you opened your mouth enough for him to slip his index finger in, another one following the first. You closed your lips around his knuckles and sucked him in, beckoning him further down your tongue until his fingertips tapped the back of your throat. He chuckled softly when you gagged. Baji pulled his hand away from your mouth and stuffed it down your pants to finger you. You could feel the heat radiating from his face as he kissed you firmly, teeth sinking into your lower lip.

— — ❤︎ Kazutora Hanemiya

KBOOM. Heavy rain drummed against the window. Thunder erupted outside your bedroom, followed by a loud crackle, leaving you and your boyfriend completely in the dark. “Aw, shit,” Kazutora huffed. “Well, s’good thing we made a blanket fort.” He giggled and patted around for his phone. You were watching Regular Show in your little cave and playing one of those drinking games where you had to take a shot every time Benson yelled or someone said “whoaaaa,” for example. When the power cut out, you were several episodes in and needless to say, both pretty drunk at this point. “Here, I’ll help,” you say sweetly, fumbling around the wad of sheets on the floor. “hEy, babyyy, watch it.” It took a moment for you to register what had transpired; it seems you pawed Kaz’s lap... and accidentally grabbed his dick. Drunk y/n suddenly had a great idea. “Ohh, I’m so sorry pretty boy, ’m still looking for it,” you feigned, crawling closer to his body and intentionally getting handsy with him. You flipped up his shirt and ran your fingers across the skin of his lower stomach. Your touch danced over the waistband of his sweats, teasing him mercilessly before fully cupping his hard-on. Tora whined. You could barely make out his head tipping back in the dark as you squeezed him. “Mmh, god… y/n, baby, ride me,” his tone made your heart pussy jump, it was a mix of desperate and demanding. Before you could move, he grabbed your ass, pulling at the flesh of your thighs and hips to get you to straddle him. You rolled over onto his lap, french kissing him feverishly. Kazutora sucked at your bottom lip as he pressed your body down to grind against his pelvis, rocking your hips forward and back slowly.

— — ❤︎ Matsuno Chifuyu

The refrigerator was overflowing with Jell-O shots for the party tonight. You and Chifuyu were so ready to impress your friends, having gone all out with a batch of rainbow ones AND a batch of chocolate pudding ‘dirt cup’ shots, complete with sour gummy worms on top….. only for it to get cancelled:( “I’m sure they’ll reschedule really soon, Fuyu. at least these should last a few days,” you comforted your love. “Yeah… no point in letting them go to waste, though. I’m tryin’ some—” Chifuyu made a b-line for the fridge and returned with handfuls of the mini containers. He plopped down next to you with an expression one could only describe as epiphanic. “Actually… Hold that thought, I’m gonna order pizza.” You snorted, “We having a party of our own?” Chifuyu put the shots down on the coffee table. “I mean, why not?? With a pizza box and all these cups we can play…” he paused for dramatic effect, “battle shots!” You giggled and nodded, “Battle ships with Jell-O shots and a pizza-box board, huh?” You smiled brightly. “Have I ever mentioned that I love you?” Chifuyu grinned playfully at your comment and hovered over you on the couch, nose inches away from yours. “Mm, no, never. I think I’d remember something so impo—” you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his before he could finish his sentence. ••••• “A5.” It was the last turn of the game. “Hit, and you sunk my battleship,” you sighed in defeat, utterly wasted after having Chifuyu wipe the floor with you this game. “Woo! I wiiinnn, what’s my prize?” Chifuyu beamed. You crawled over to him and laid your head in his lap, kissing his thighs playfully. “I’ve got an idea.” He shivered and bit his lip. A deep sigh left his chest, relaxing his body as he stroked your cheek. He gazed at you adoringly. “Oh? I think I like where this is going.”

— — ❤︎ Hanagaki Takemichi

You are seated next to Takemichi at his beautiful cousin’s wedding, looking on as the newly wed couple shares their first marital kiss. Michi squeezed your hand before contributing to the growing applause and cheers. He breathed a sigh of relief upon surviving the most stressful parts of the ceremony, and now everyone was just ready to let loose. “Whoa, check it oouuut!” He exclaimed, pointing towards the delicious spread of food and drinks decorating the room. Music blared as everyone helped themselves. Takemichi twirled you around the dance floor a few times, and now you were seated near the mini bar to get your drink on. You two had a toast to yourselves first (what better way to celebrate the romantic scene) and stared into each other’s eyes lovingly. The chemistry was almost the same as when you two had first started dating, the conversation flowing effortlessly all evening. One, two, four… you lost count of how many drinks you had at this point, and your boyfriend was looking pretty flushed himself. You stared at the just-married couple at the center of the dance floor. “They look so wonderful together... I bet,” you began boldly, “they are gonna have the wildest night after this,” you took a sip of your drink and smirked. “Y-Y/n!! That’s such a dirty thing to say,” Takemichi sputtered. “Baby. Don’t play coy like you haven’t said some of the filthiest shit I’ve ever heard.” Your eyes flicked over his flustered expression. You paused for just a moment before leaning in close to his ear. “Tell me you don’t want to act on all the love and romance in the air.” Your hand rested on his face close to the bottom of his jaw. Takemichi trembled, he was visibly caving under the pressure. You heard him swallow hard and nod slightly against your cheek, “I could kiss your lips until they bruise. You have no idea...” he whispered. “That’s more like it. We’ve never really explored having sex in a public place, have we? C’mon, I’ll prove my love to you now,” you kissed his cheek sincerely. “And I’ll let you prove you’re thinking some things far worse than I am,” you whispered and pulled him out of his seat.

— — ❤︎ Sano Manjiro

“SHIT!” Mikey cussed, his quarter bouncing off the table and narrowly missing the shot glass he aimed for. You both had a few shots of liquor in you and the aims were only getting worse. “HA! That one was double or nothing, take two, Mikey~.” You loved playing games with your boyfriend, even if he was the worst loser on the planet and would conjure up absolutely anything to ensure he won in the end. “Noo, wait! One more! If I make this one, you have to take all my shots. If I miss, I’ll take four.” He stared at you with unwavering intensity. “And how’s that fair at all??” You squinted back, lips curving into a pout. “Okay, okay. Fine, here. You get a chance to shoot when I make this shot. If you miss, both of us only take two shots, but if you make it, I’ll take five.” He tilted his head to the side and smiled sweetly. What absolute nonsense. You thought for a moment before replying, “You’re on, babe.” Mikey flashed you a grin, lining up his course on the table. It was a great attempt, you really thought he had it. Somehow though, his quarter skimmed the glass and bounced right back out. “FUCK-!! YOU SAW IT GO IN!” He screeched. “NO WAY, THAT’S STILL A MISS!” Your intensity matched his frantic screams, laughter erupting from you. “Baby! Youu have to take four shots nooow~,” you poked his stomach and arms playfully. “Nuh uh, technically I didn’t miss.” You stared at him in disbelief. “Mikey. The quarter is on the table. Take. The damn. Shots.” He sprinted away from you at full speed, darting towards the bedroom, “MAKE ME!!” You couldn’t believe how childish-... But you didn’t have time to waste and chased after him. You caught up to him and flung yourself at him, effectively body-slamming him onto the mattress. “Sano Manjiro I swear if you don’t take those fuckin-” his hands gently wrapped behind your head, thumbs grazing the side of your face as he captured your lips in a kiss. That asshole. You melted into him, fingers wandering up his neck to grab handfuls of his hair. He swept his hands down your body, palms landing on your ass, pulling you flush against his hips. Panting, you pulled away from his sensual kisses. “Mm, I’m not letting you off that easy.”

— — ❤︎ Ryuguji Ken

“…you do remember where we are, right?” Draken breathed in a low tone near your ear. Yeah, of course, a casual dinner party with his friends and some of his work buddies. So maybe one of his friends made excellent cocktails, and maybe you overindulged. And perhaps, as a consequence, the liquor had you feeling devious enough to try to feel up your boyfriend around a corner where nobody could see to get a reaction out of him. “Mhmm,” you answered confidently. His grip on your wrist tightened as he pushed his knee between your thighs, backing you against the wall. “And you do know what’ll be waiting for you if you keep acting up here, hm?” You whimpered, maybe a bit too excitedly for his taste. Draken tilted your chin up to meet his gaze with his free hand, his brow raised into an expression that read ‘don’t test me’. You blinked innocently and pouted. “I’m sorry daddy. Can I have a kiss?” Ken rolled his eyes at you before answering, “Tch, fine. Just one, then we are going back for a little while longer.” He leaned down to kiss you, his hand softly resting on your jaw and his other hand releasing your wrist to settle on your hip. Just as your lips met, you pulled him close by the collar of his shirt with one hand, the other sneaking its way to his belt, dipping below the buckle slowly in attempt to tease his cock. You felt his body briefly relax before pulling away from you, breaking the kiss in the act. “Mm, you shouldn’t have done that.” He huffed. Without warning, he belted, “Oi, Mitsuya! S’getting late, I’ve gotta get my s/o home. Tell whoever’s left I’m headin’ out.” Your eyes widened in shock that he just announced your exit… and now you had no escape from the punishment you earned yourself. “C’mon, baby, let’s get you home and into bed, ah?” He laced his fingers with yours and led you to the car with a knowing grin.

— — ❤︎ Mitsuya Takashi

“You are so fucking sexy.” Your incredible Mitsuya, the absolute perfect partner, had the filthiest mouth after a few glasses of wine. It was dinner at your place, just some pasta and wine, nothing crazy, but Takashi had it out for you tonight. He beckoned you over to where he was sitting, heavy kisses quickly escalating before you could wrap your brain around it all. “God, you smell good…” he squeezed at your flesh ferociously. “Turn around, wanna taste my dessert,” he breathed, shifting in his seat at the dinner table. “N-no, other way, baby. I want a face full of ass while I eat that pretty pussy,”  his voice was low, growl-like tone making your cunt pulse as you climbed on the table. “Taka--!” you attempted to call to him pitifully. He pushed your dress up and sunk his teeth into the fabric of your panties, pulling them down your leg teasingly. “Spread ‘em wider,” he demanded. “Mitsuya!!” He was being embarrassingly direct. You would’ve been humiliated if you didn’t find it so hot. You slid your knees further apart on the sleek wood, back curving into a pronounced arch to put as much of your pussy on display for him as you could in this position. “Mmm, just like that, good girl,” he purred. You jumped when his tongue swiped along your slick folds, the contact making your legs tingly. He kissed and licked at your cunt before sucking your clit in his mouth. You both moaned in unison. “So good,” he whined in a low tone. “Want more?” he gripped your thigh with one hand and teased your entrance with the other. “Yes, please, Taka,” you mewled softly. You leaned your hips into his touch, and he let out a deep, lascivious giggle in response. “Baby, you’re gonna have to beg a little better than that.” You wished you could see the wide grin you knew was on his face. “Come on. I know you’ve got it in you.” 

— — ❤︎ Kawata (Angry) Souya

Tonight, you ventured to a bar within walking distance of your boyfriend Souya’s apartment. The two of you had as many drinks as you wanted since nobody was driving, the area was relatively safe, and left with confidence knowing if anybody messed with y’all, Angry was more than capable of kicking their ass. Your arms wrap tightly around your boyfriend’s midsection, face pressed into the back of his shirt as he walked, dragging you forward with him each step. “Pleaseeee! Souya, pleeee-,” your incessant cries were cut short by your boyfriend stopping abruptly and whipping around to face you. You flinched at his furious expression, but the words that left his mouth were surprisingly… sweet. “Sure, princess. It’s on the way to the apartment.” Angry took your hand and led you towards the barren park. You playfully danced around him and cheered excitedly, insisting that he push you on the swing. “Fine, fine, but only if you’ll go down the slide with me.” Of course you agreed and the two of you played around for some time. It was now Souya’s last time going down the slide, so you waited at the bottom for him. He let out the most adorable ‘wheee!’ sound as he swirled around to the end of the slide. You saw him laying at the base, slightly breathless, messy blue hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat, and a subtle grin on his usual scowling face. Before you knew it, you hovered over Souya, a handful of his thick hair in your clutches as you leaned in to kiss him. He sighed warmly and pulled your body close, deepening the kiss. “Ready to go?” You asked cheerily. “Mm. Wanna shower with me when we get back?” You caught a glint of mischief in his eyes as he spoke. “Sure. C’mon,” you replied and pulled him to his feet. “Y/n,” he began, and you looked at him expectantly. “…never mind.” Soya shied away from his words. “You sure?” You asked gently, eyes shining in the moonlight. “Um… We should play around like that more often.” He laced his fingers with yours as he walked you back to the apartment. “I love you too, Souya.”

— — ❤︎ Kawata (Smiley) Nahoya

“Oh~? What’s this, eh?” The toy whirred in his hands as he tinkered with the buttons. “Nahoya!!” You screamed. Why was he digging through your stuff?? Even worse for you, it seems that earlier today while you rushed to pack a stay-the-night bag, the mini vibrator you kept hidden in a small pocket in your backpack was overlooked. “So, my girl’s a pervert, huh?” His trademark smirk appeared especially daunting now. You hid your face with your hands. “I—,” you began. Although you and Smiley had some heated moments, being the tease that he is, the two of you hadn’t exactly gone all the way together yet. Tonight was supposed to be the night, you even had some drinks with him to dampen the nerves, but the implications of finding a sex toy in your possession made the anticipation spike back up. “I just, I forgot it was in my backpack,” you winced. “Ohw, why’re ya all pinched up, pretty baby?” His tone softened ever so slightly, “Don’t cha want me to use it on you?” Your eyes widened and your brows raised slightly. “Would you..?” you sucked in a breath, “I think I’d like that…” Your body moved faster than your brain as you slowly crawled towards your boyfriend sitting on the floor. “Yeah? C’mere, then,” he cooed, coaxing you into his lap. His hands tangled in your hair and pulled it firmly enough to cause your mouth to pop open. He quickly brought your face close, stealing your lips and slipping his tongue inside you with a soft groan. You barely heard the sound of the vibrator before Nahoya traced it up your leg, snaking under your shirt and bra to tease your nipple. You moaned sweetly under his touch. He pecked your lips once more before pulling away and grinning. “Heh. This’ll be fun.”

— — ❤︎ Haitani Rindou

Shit-faced at a concert? Sounds about right. You and Rin had been dancing around the pit and waiting for the headliner to start for almost two. hours. He made you get there EARLY because he “didn’t wanna miss the openers.” Bruh. Nobody sane goes to a concert early. You needed some liquor or you were gonna lose your mind. You and Rin smoked beforehand, he had a drink or two already as well, now it was your turn. It wasn’t a super large venue bc Rin wanted to check out an up-and-coming rap artist, but the crowd was starting to swell, the energy buzzing in the air. “Rinnie, you up for a little bet?” You tugged at your boyfriend’s shirt and gave him your best doe eyes. “Mm. Wassup?” He leaned his ear down to your lips to listen to your pitch. “I bet the cost of our bar tab that I can out-drink you tonight.” He perked up almost instantly. “Ohh? You really think ya could, huh? That’s cute.” He smirked and you elbowed his arm. “I’m serious,” you pulled him close to you, lips almost touching. He leaned in the rest of the way to kiss you slowly. “Since you’re so confident, lemme add to the bet,” he started, his hand dropping to the small of your back, pulling you close and brushing his cheek against yours. “Whoever wins… gets to fuck the loser’s ass.” You took a step back and stared at him in disbelief. “Are you deadass right now? …You know you could lose, right? How high did you get Rin..?” He stared into your eyes intensely and half-laughed, “Nah, ‘m deadass serious. Guess I could, but I won’t lose. You’re already startin’ out behind, doll. Best get to drinkin’ if the bet’s on.” His confidence was almost enough to make you change your mind. almost. You sucked in a breath and hurried to the bar to order yourself two drinks.

— — ❤︎ Haitani Ran

“Ran baby!” you called, “What is this!?” You got up at noon and headed to the balcony right off the bedroom for some air, only to reveal a fantastic looking breakfast spread on the patio tables. It was complete with a drink dispenser full of a vibrant orange liquid that very much resembled a mimosa. “My love,” his model-esque figure sashayed down the hallway, then stepped out onto the balcony dramatically. “You know how we always sleep in and miss brunch? Well, today, I brought brunch to us.” He beamed as he gestured towards the table, a soft breeze rustling his hair and kicking up the end of his silky robe. What a strange boyfriend he was, but you couldn’t deny that he looked gorgeous in his own right. You let out firm giggle. “Ran! You didn’t have to do all this, what’s the occasion?” He leaned forward and grasped your chin tenderly. “Oh, I just love you, that’s all.” Before you could react, his lips were on yours, melting you completely. Your hand gingerly grasped his, meeting his eyes with nothing but pure, wholistic love. “How did I get so lucky? I love you very much, Ran. Thank you.” You brought his palm to your lips and kissed it softly. “So, now we’re gonna get drunk… and then you’ll give me the best head I’ve ever had in my life, right?” He smiled blankly. “RAN!!” You playfully whacked his chest. “As if I’d say anything other than yes.” You both moved to the table and enjoyed breakfast, downing mimosas like nobody’s business. “You better understand what you’re in for now, Haitani.” You warned. “‘M not stopping after the first, second, or even third time you cum.” Ran’s face contorted into one of amusement as he drunkenly giggled, “You better not, but after that, I’m taking you to bed, k?” As you crawled under the table on the balcony, a fleeting thought penetrated your mind, could anyone see you? The minute you got a taste of Ran’s cock, however, the thought vanished, and you didn’t have a care in the world.

— — ❤︎ Kurokawa Izana

“How can you just leave me standing, Alone in a world so cold,” Izana sang softly as he played his guitar in his apartment for you. “Maybe I’m just too demanding, Maybe I’m just like my father, too bold,” you sang along with him, admiring the sounds filling the room. Your boyfriend, however, suddenly ceased his playing, gentle laughter interrupting the song. “Baby, I know you don’t sing like that.” He set his guitar aside, giggles getting the best of him. “Zana, that’s so mean, do I really sound bad?” You felt your eyebrows raise in concern. So maybe you weren’t Prince, but you knew you weren’t the worst singer in the world… did you offend Izana’s ears enough for him to stop playing altogether and laugh? “Not at all, you’re just… so cute when you try to sing drunk. You focus so hard that your pretty face gets all scrunched up…” he leaned forward from his seat on the floor to grab your cheeks. He cracked up again upon seeing your face squished into an exaggerated fishy-lipped pout by his own hand. “Izana, you are so giggly tonight,” you teased. “I dunno, guess I’m just in a really good mood.” He smiled softly, hands coming up to wipe tiny tears from his lavender eyes. “Aww, is that your way of saying I make you happy?” You scooted closer to him and poked at his sides, tickling him slightly. He responded between broken laughs, “Hey, you make me very happy, y/n.” There was a sweet moment of silence before he retaliated. Izana moved on your figure, leisurely yet swiftly grabbing your wrists and pinning you to the floor. He hardly gave you a second to protest before he was kissing you delicately. He made you feel adored and desirable in ways you couldn’t have anticipated. You wrapped your legs around his back, the soft, sensual kisses sinking into dark, hungry ones. His grip on your wrist tightened as he pressed his body against you, the two of you desperate for closeness. He broke the kiss only long enough to say, “bed,” before pulling you to your feet and drunkenly guiding you to his room, your lips and bodies inseparable.

— — ❤︎ Kokonoi Hajime

“Where are you, little slut?” Koko’s voice echoed through the hotel penthouse. You held in your giggles as you hid in the gorgeous marble bathroom, hunkered down in the lavish bathtub. “If I don’t find you in the next 10 seconds, I’m gonna spank you till you cry. One...” You let out a cackle. “Kokooooo! My darling, take a bath with me,” your voice carried throughout the suite. You stood up and stripped down to your lingerie as you waited for him to enter the room, opting to sit seductively on the edge of the tub. “Sigh.” Koko stepped through the door, his face decorated lightly with vanilla icing. “You’re more trouble than you’re worth,” he rolled his eyes and sauntered towards the tub. “Tongue out,” he demanded. You did as you were told, delicately licking the icing from his cheek and side of his nose. You left tiny kisses on the affected areas as he complained. “First you finish off MY favorite wine, then you go and hit me with a cupcake.” He clicked his tongue and crossed his arms, sharp eyes boring into your forehead. “Baby, that was a total accident!” You stammered. “Awh, it was an accident~” his lips curled upwards as he mocked your tone. “Koko!! I didn’t know how close my hand was to your face, Hajime, I’m drunk! And I’m very sorry…. C’mon, let’s take a bath, pleaseee?” You tugged at his clothes gently. “Why d’ya wanna have a bath so bad right this second?” He took a step back, heavily lidded eyes fixed on the intricate red lingerie you wore. “Wanna fuck you in the bath, I guess. Seems romantic.” Kokonoi raised a brow, his cruel facade melting. “Mm. Guess it is Valentine’s Day,” he mused. “Tch, You’re damn lucky I love you so much, my spoiled brat. Alright, but first, go prance a little. Get me a drink so I can see the set from the back.” You hopped up excitedly. “Yay!! Yes sir!” You started to head back to the main area before Koko’s voice stopped you. “Hold on,” he paused, “do that again.” You tilted your head to the side. “Do what, this?” you jumped up and spun slightly, all your curves bouncing with you. “Mm. So good for me. Hurry back now,” he teased, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling out a big box of rose petals from the cabinet to put in the bath.

— — ❤︎ Inui Seishu

Hot tears welled in your eyes as you choked back a frustrated laugh. “4th time balls back, you’re fucking kidding me…” you face palmed. Inui stood at the opposite end of the table, arms folded and his gaze fixed on the last two red solo cups in front of you. He was absolutely destroying you at beer pong. Who would’ve thought he’d be so good? You were unbelievably flustered at losing so hard and having to drink so much, but his flawless performance was undeniably impressive… his cool and domineering appearance further flustering you. Inui lined up the shot, and just before the ping pong ball left his fingertips, you hollered, “MISS!!” He flinched and the ball skimmed the cup. You laughed triumphantly. “Tch! Y/n, you cheater.” He rolled his eyes and picked up the second ping pong ball. He shot quickly and it sunk in, leaving one last cup before your defeat. You had only managed to wipe out 3 of his cups:( but you weren’t giving up yet!! You heard somewhere the more drunk you are, the better you get at this game, right? You snatched up the balls and went straight in on your shot, fatally missing both. Inui snickered, a slight smile appearing on his face. “Nice try, y/n. I’ll go ahead and win for us so you can take a break from drinking,” his eyes flashed with a subtle fierceness, bouncing the ball off the table into a perfect shot. Before you could pick up the last cup and remove the ball to drink it, Inui walked over and grabbed the cup for himself. “I’ll take this one off your hands.” You tilted your head. “Why? You won, it’s my punishment,” you inquired. “Little give and take. Let’s just say I’ve got some better ideas of how to punish you than making you drink yourself sick.” After throwing back the cup, he wiped your now nonexistent tears away and kissed your eyelids softly. “So worked up over such a silly thing…” He slinked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pelvis pressing into your back. He leaned down and brushed any clothes or hair aside to work a hickey onto your skin, kissing your neck and up your face, stopping right next to your ear. He bit the shell of it before whispering, “Wanna bend over for me, pretty?”

— — ❤︎ Kakucho

Let’s just say that you did NOT plan on getting drunk at lunch with your darling Kaku today. You skipped breakfast, sure, but what the hell was in that margarita? You were bewildered as to how one drink could possibly put you on your ass. You were dizzy just sitting in the booth across from Kaku. “Y/n, you didn’t answer my question. Sweetheart, you okay?” He smiled softly at you, eyebrows knitting together out of concern as he reached for your hand. “Uh huh,” you replied slowly. “Should’ve thought about drinking on an empty stomach,” you sighed and squeezed his fingers. The sudden flash in your mind of having his thick hands wrapped around your throat made pleasure pool in your stomach. …Were you ovulating? You must be. First you get drunk off of one drink, now you’re lewding your boyfriend at a restaurant midday. You paused. Before you could even correct your mistake, Kakucho looked at you knowingly. You slowly realized you were clenching his hand hard, and loosened your grip. “Oh, sorry, baby…” The corner of his mouth crept upward, and he raised a brow. “Y/n… why don’t you try texting me what’s going on,” he suggested with a knowing smile. “While you’re at it, I’ll make arrangements for someone to pick us up from here.” You gave him a bewildered stare. “Why not have a little fun, um… day... drinking?” He smiled sheepishly as you giggled. Kaku was willing to take one for the team if it made you feel more comfortable. Besides, it’s not like you had plans outside of each other for the rest of today. You pulled out your phone and began rapid-fire texting him every horny thought that came to mind. 📱[Y/N❤️‍🔥: take me to thebathroom and bend me over the sink :: do I think the server would notice if I sucked your dick under the table :: can i test it out? :: hmph. fine but i need u to choke me in the car, ok?] Needless to say, the look on his face was priceless. 

— — ❤︎ Sanzu Haruchiyo

The club. It was ridiculously dark in the room, you could hardly see flashes of Sanzu’s vibrant eyes and his wicked toothy grin in the pitiful blue and purple flashing lights. Somehow, the loud music contributed to your poor visibility and absolutely fueled the fire of lust and love you had for your boyfriend. All you could do is let yourself be consumed by him, fully taking in the feeling of his body against yours. Nobody could see you two making out on the dance floor, the two of you heavily intoxicated and tuned in to each other’s reactions: every touch and moan made your grip on reality slip. Haru backed you tight against the wall, his arms caging you in. Your spine arched deliciously into his chest. His breath hot on your neck, lips dangerously close to sinking into your skin, but he paused right there. He grabbed the side of your head firmly and pressed your cheek to his face, lips tickling your ear as he spoke over the music. “Could fuck you right here,” his voice is low, breathy, and dead serious. “Want to so bad, can I?” His free hand slips between your legs and up your dress… before you know it, his fingers are tapping against your panties, electricity jolting your cunt with each touch. “Uh huh, I don’t care, want you now, Haru,” you whined in his ear. A breathy laugh escaped him before kissing you roughly, his tongue swiping along your own. Sanzu pushed his hips firmly against yours, his feet lightly kicked at the inside of your ankles to make you spread your legs further apart. He aligned your body with his pelvis, effectively trapping you further against the wall. The kiss was broken to mark your neck as his hands hungrily grabbed one of your thighs and wrapped it around his waist, his lanky stature securing your position. You just knew your boyfriend was gonna fuck you so good, his demeanor borderline feral as he bared his pointy canines… it was like he wanted to stake his claim in front of everyone at the club--and you’d sure as hell let him.

— — ❤︎ Shiba Taiju [bar fight/violence WARNING]

There was no denying that your boyfriend was and probably always will be a little nuts, but you loved him for it. You are perched on a barstool, watching the madness unfold with blurry vision. The unfortunate sucker that flirted with you 3 minutes ago is getting his ass whooped by your beast of a boyfriend. You really tried to stop him, but Taiju made up his mind the second he saw that guy put his hands on you. Honestly, seeing him fight for you was as flattering as it was arousing--oops, you meant to think ‘terrifying’... probably. The stupid scumbag’s friend broke a beer bottle and threatened Taiju with it as you scrambled to your feet, backing towards the exit. To your relief, one swift swing of Taiju’s fist and the guy was out cold. Your boyfriend whipped around and stomped towards you, immediately throwing his arms around you protectively. “‘M taking us home.” He breathed, managing to escape the fight with only bruised knuckles and bloody eyebrow. God, he looked so hot. The two of you stumbled out the door. The moment you were out of sight from the people crowding the bar, you pulled him in a searing kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pressed your body against his. Taiju’s strong hands twitched on your waist. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt an intense yearning for you just then, the kiss ending all too quickly for him. “I’ll get us a ride,” you said softly. He blinked at you slowly, his wide amber eyes unreadable beneath his furrowed brow. “Mmh.” Was all he said. As you fiddled with your phone, Taiju’s head lowered to your neck, his forehead resting against your shoulder. He clutched the fabric of your clothes at your hips harshly, a ragged breath leaving his lips. “Give me your body.” His voice was barely a whisper. His lips met your neck passionately as his body enveloped yours. “Tai—,” you gasped when his teeth sunk into your skin. “Baby,” you moaned weakly, “our ride will be here in a minute, let’s get home and then,” you panted softly, “you can have whatever you wish.”

— — ❤︎ Kisaki Tetta

“Hi, my diamond. Enjoying the view?” You knew it was Kisaki by his euphonic tone before you felt his arms wrap around your waist. He pressed his body against your back and rested his chin on your shoulder, kissing your cheek before gazing out at the sea with you. “Yes! It’s beautiful, the water is so blue,” you exclaimed. It truly is one of the most beautiful views you’ve ever seen. Kisaki booked a vacation for the two of you: a cruise with a suite room so luxurious you would’ve mistaken it for a grand hotel room if not for the motion of the ship and sound of the waves. You’ve been his partner for years and somehow he outdoes himself every single anniversary. “Wanna have a drink with me?” He offered, planting another kiss to your face. “Sure!” You practically sang. Kisaki took your hand and led you from your private balcony to inside the suite. You almost fainted at the sight. Before you on the coffee table sat an ice bucket with pink champagne, strawberries, melted chocolate, whisky, soda, and a few of your favorite snack foods. “Happy anniversary, darling.” You immediately rushed to capture him in a giant hug, squeezing him tight and peppering kisses all along his face. “You really didn’t have to do all of this, my goodness. Thank you—thank you so much, Tetta. You really know how to make me feel special.” He smiled lovingly before you captured his lips in a heartfelt kiss. Kisaki poured you both a glass to start, you had a cute little toast, and then, you drank. It didn’t take long for the effects of the drinks to hit you. Between the high of the views, snack spread, and your handsome boyfriend... it’d be a fat lie to say you weren’t dying to get in his pants. “Tettaaa,” you whined. “Will you come cuddle me?” You asked climbing onto the bed. “Anything for you.” He said softly, his figure resting next to you on the mattress. One of the many things you loved about Kisaki was that he always dressed well. That, and his scent is intoxicating. You hummed and began unbuttoning his shirt. “Oh? I thought you wanted to cuddle?” Kisaki quirked a brow with a playful expression. “Maybe I just said that to get you into bed with me..?” You met his intense eyes and ran a hand along his chest, kissing him before he could respond. He pulled away gently, a slight snicker escaping him before adding, “Mm, well, I did say anything for you.”

— — ❤︎ Hanma Shuji

“wanna suck you off so bad, pleeeeaase baby your cock ‘s warm n you taste s’good, I want you in my mouth.” unbeknownst to you, the ‘whisper’ that left your lips could be heard by almost everyone in the room. Your friends gawked at you: some cackling, one mortified, others asking for someone else to repeat what you said because they missed it, and a few too stunned to speak. Hanma snorted at your comment, far too drunk, horny, and amused to be embarrassed. God he loved the shit you’d come up with when you drank together. “Yeah? ‘m going to smoke, wanna come?” His sharp golden eyes met yours, alluring grin beckoning you to join. “Mhmmmm,” you tugged at his arms as you stood up, pulling your boyfriend along with you. A few whistles and hollers rang out as you and Hanma stumbled out the door. Outside was surprisingly quiet. The distant sound of a few cars passing by was all you could hear. You walked down the stairs to the poorly-lit yard and backed him up against a large tree. The bark made indentions on your palms as you kissed Shuji with passion and desperation. You thought about asking for permission, but this time, you just wanted to go for it. He deepened the kiss hungrily, his tongue melting into your mouth. Hanma nipped at your bottom lip, trailed kisses down to your neck, and bit down roughly. He too was at a crossroads. Part of him wanted to throw you up against the tree and teach you a damn lesson, but a larger, needier part of him wanted to smoke… and watch you try to suck his dick while he did so. “God, won’t even give me a minute to breathe, let alone light a fuckin cigarette,” he slurred breathlessly. “Down, baby. Let me get this started and then you can have your way with me, hmm?♡.” He fished for his pack and lighter as you kissed down his body, your lips latching onto every inch of bare skin you could get, hands deliberately snaking under his clothes to feel as much of him as you could. “Fuckk, baby, you’re gonna ruin me…”

— — ❤︎ Shion Madarame

“GO GO GO GO—YEAAAAAHHHH ATTA BABYY!!!!” Shion belted as you chugged beer from a giant cooler. It was more liquid than you ever imagined could cram itself down your throat. You agreed to go to a frat party with him, of course, your sweet himbo boyfriend wanted to give the college partying lifestyle a shot. Liquor rushed to your stomach and your head at full speed, you swallowed your last gulp and hoped to goodness none of it would wind up coming back up. “HOLYYYY SHIT. Babe. You’re a goddamn legend.” As if he wasn’t already so whipped for you. “Yeah? s’all for you, daddy,” you slurred, feeling your knees buckle underneath you. Shion quickly moved to support your frame. “Oh fuck, baby, let’s get you layin’ down somewhere.” He helped you into the house and pulled you into an empty bedroom. “Here’s some water… y/n, you okay? I didn’t mean to come off as a dick-…ahh-” you pulled your boyfriend into a heated kiss on the bed. “I know, you didn’t. s’just beer, baby. I’m okay! I’ve taken more shots than beer I’ve had now before.” You smiled confidently. “…Huh? Wha-? Oh. I think I get it. You’re still drunk as fuck, doll. Wanna go home?” He peered into your eyes and cupped your face sweetly. “Uh-uh, lock the door. Come fuck me.” Shion’s face looked like he saw a ghost, or like his dreams were about to come true, or like a ghost appeared ready to make his dreams come true. “A-are you for real right now?” He asked, his voice wavering. You didn’t respond immediately, instead opting to pull him in to a sultry kiss, licking his tongue with your own, pulling away to bite on his bottom lip. “Oh, I’m for real.” You whispered, a handful of his hair clenched in your fist. Shion moaned breathily and hurried to go lock the bedroom door. 

— — ❤︎ Tachibana Naoto

It was so dark tonight. You could only see two things: a faint red hue from the stoplight flooding into the car, and Naoto’s lap. Going out to dinner, you’d both usually have one drink or so, but this time, you talked your boyfriend into being your DD and got a little sloshed. He didn’t mind, though. He loved your raw confidence when liquor was added to your system. He’d get you back safe and take some shots when he got home, no sweat… right? “Fuuuck, baby, slow down,” he rasped, words mixing with moans catching in his throat. “I-isn’t this kinda dangerous?? We are only 5 minutes awAy-aaHh~” Naoto whined as you freed his cock from his slacks. “Nope. Want it now,” you stated flatly, hardly missing a moment before focusing on swallowing his dick. Your lips glided smoothly down his shaft, nose recklessly smashing into Naoto’s lap, his tip jutting against the back of your throat. You set a rigorous pace, hellbent on milking him and tasting his cum as quickly as you could. The light flicked to green. He moaned pitifully and tried his best to focus on driving, easing his foot off the pedal. He could lose control to you, but he would not under any circumstances lose control of the car. “Y/n, fuck,” he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled you back roughly. “Slow down. Just a little,” he begged, “…please.” You found Naoto’s feeble attempt to take some control back in this situation to be adorable. You love your boyfriend and you know he can take charge when he means it, but you also know when he’s enjoying being at the mercy of your power. You moaned in response and licked the tip of his cock slowly, stroking the base with your free hand. “Mmh, just wait until I get you home,” Naoto lamented breathlessly.

— — ❤︎ Wakasa Imaushi [rough WARNING]

“Shhhh, shh shh,” Wakasa shushed you softly from underneath your skirt. “Just wanna taste,” he whispered, breath tickling your thighs. Waka had been an absolute menace at the bar all night: kissing your neck, slipping his hands under your skirt, teasing your pussy as you sat on a barstool in a puddle of slick, devouring you with his bedroom eyes as you took another shot together. And to make matters worse, the more he drank, the more bold he became. As if he wasn’t already too much to handle sober. He was so fucking smooth, too, nobody suspected a thing. Waka pretended to be a nonchalant, good boyfriend, helping his wasted babygirl get to the bathroom safely. In reality, he was an animal ready to sink his teeth into you. He made a soaking, shaking mess of you, teasing you to the point of having jelly legs, and lured you to the bathroom so he could continue to torment his prey. “Waka, you’re so cruel,” you whined, tears pricking your eyes. “I don’t want you to tease me, I want you to fuck me, damn it,” you choked, trying to be firm and not to let any frustrated tears slip out. “Come again?” Imaushi pulled away from your legs to look you in the eyes. His stare was beyond intimidating, it was narrow and threatening. You blinked several times. “I said I wanted you to fuck me,” you replied cautiously. “Oh, baby, you should’ve said so sooner if that’s what you wanted.” He cooed, his voice sugary sweet, a little too sweet for your comfort. “But baby, you should be careful what you wish for.” In what seemed to an inebriated you as one swift motion, he stood up, snatched both your wrists in one hand, spun you around and pushed your chest against the bathroom counter. 

— — ❤︎ Sano Shinichiro

“More,” you panted heavily. “’K, hurry up ‘n get this off,” Shinichiro slipped his hand underneath your cropped cardigan, half-yanking the sheer material to the side to plant a hickey on the top of your breast. You hastily untied the top and slipped it off your shoulders to give him a full view of your tits in your tight dress. Your hips circled his lap, desperately grinding against him. The windows of the car began to steam up as your body temperatures rose. The two of you went bar hopping and ended up too drunk to drive home. While you waited for a friend to pick you up, things got more than a little heated in the back seat. “Fuck...” his chest heaved against yours, dexterous hands gliding up your back to unzip your dress. As soon as the zipper was down, Shinichiro’s hands snaked under the bottom of the fabric, giving your ass a firm slap before hooking his fingers under your lace panties and sliding them down your thighs. “Mmh, such a perv, Shin,” you moaned, momentarily shifting to the side to get the lacy garment off one leg. “Yeah? I’m not the one desperate to get fucked-” “Shut up, you want it just as bad,” you rebutted, the both of you drunkenly giggling as you climbed back on top of him, engaging in another slutty kiss. Your hands began to undo his belt as his fingers tugged your dress and bra down to expose your chest. He bit your nipple teasingly, wandering touch disappearing under your dress to grope your thigh and play with your clit. “God, you are wet,” he groaned into your chest, long, slender fingers easily sliding into your warm cunt. “S-Shin-!” you whined, “-can’t get it... off,” you huffed between moans and tugged at his pants helplessly. “Hang on. Busy.” He purred near your ear, lips latching onto your neck while he pressed deeper inside you. 

[saetoru]

kazutora promising “just the tip” in the back of the pet shop when you’re visiting but that really means he’s fucking you until you walk out with his cum trailing down your legs

JUST THE TIP — HANEMIYA KAZUTORA.

☰ CONTENTS ⋮ nsfw and 18+, afab! reader, needy kazutora, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

— notes ⋮ and then chifuyu walks in and he joins 😻

“not here, are you crazy?” you whisper yell at kazutora, one hand laying itself on his chest to keep him in place as he pushes you against the wall of the storage room. it’s too easy to read him, too easy know exactly what he wants, and the hazy look in his eyes is just another hint at what you already know. you should stop this before it goes any further, you think.

but it’s too late—you can feel him poke through his jeans, prodding at your thigh, and he’s nothing if not persistent.

“baby, please,” he groans, hands gripping your waist tight, pinning you in place as you bite your lip before shaking your head—you almost open your mouth to tell him off, but he beats you by just a second. and then he says those words…those very tempting words. “just the tip, i swear,” he says desperately, voice almost a whine, “j-just gotta feel you—just a little.”

kazutora’s eyes are as tempting as the devil’s whisper over your shoulder, like saccharine words that promise you everything you want, pushing you to give into desires you know you shouldn’t indulge.

but then he kisses up your jaw, and your resolve weakens a little, and you fall right into the honeyed trap of his eyes.

“but we’re in the middle of the store,” you reason, but your legs are already spreading as his hands wander past your waistband. he hums at the wetness already pooled at your core, pulling away just as he teases over your clit, pulling a harsh glare from you.

“we’re in the back of the store,” he grins cheekily, “no one comes here, it’s employees only—”

“and what if chifuyu comes looking—”

“i’ll be quick,” he whines, head digging into your shoulder, a soft little kiss landing on the skin before he suck’s slowly, making you melt in his arms just a bit more. “so quick—please baby, jus’ wanna feel you.”

“just the tip,” you remind him—though it’s a bit of a warning, “okay?”

“fuck, yeah…yeah, just the tip,” he agrees, all too quick to unbuckle his belt and slip his pants halfway down his legs, exposing his hardened cock. you eye the flushed pink of his tip, the small bead of pre cum that leaks from his slit, the way his eyes close and his jaw slacks as he lets out a shaky little breath when he strokes himself for a moment.

and when you feel the way your walls clench around nothing as you watch, feeling painfully empty without him fucking you full, something tells you just the tip won’t be enough.

“tora,” you huff, glaring at him petulantly, “you are always so full of bad ideas.”

he doesn’t seem to care, doesn’t even hesitate as he pulls you into a needy kiss, groaning against your mouth as his fingers loop around the edge of your pants and pull them down your legs, two fingers sinking knuckle deep past your folds as they curl into you. his palm rolls over your clit as he bullies his digits into you slowly, lips kissing you in a messy clash of teeth and tongue as you whine against his mouth.

your walls flutter around his fingers, warm and tight—and suddenly, he doesn’t think think he can keep up with the previous agreement anymore. and how can you expect him to? how can he be satisfied with so little when you’re right here, perfect and pretty and so, so ready for him to take you.

“fuck—i can’t,” he breathes against your mouth, “need more than that, please. please? swear it’ll be okay—nothing’s gonna happen, we won’t get caught—”

“tora jus’ need you inside already,” you whine, cutting him off and pleasing for more yourself. you don’t need anymore convincing—you don’t even care about your earlier worries anymore, not when there’s only one thing you want—one thing you need.

“sh-shit, okay,” he mumbles. you gasp as his fingers leave you—but it’s not long until the head of his cock is sliding up and down your folds, pulling a quiet whimper from you as his tip rubs over your clit. he slides into you slowly, inch by inch as his hand grabs onto the plush of your thigh and guides it around his waist, bottoming out with a low groan. “fuck, so good, baby—feel so good. so fuckin’ tight,” he rambles, hips slowly rolling as he thrusts into you.

“t-tora,” you cry, hand clutching to his shirt, fisting the fabric as you pull him closer, your own hips desperately bucking to meet every snap of his. “more, need more—”

“i know,” he pants, gasping as you squeeze around him when he lands a particularly harsh thrust, fat tip kissing your sweet spot perfectly. “i know, i know—me too,” and almost instantly, his hips slam into you harsher, rougher, deeper.

you mewl as he hikes your leg higher up his waist, angling to hit your spot as his thumb rolls over your clit. and you should be quiet—should keep it down as much as you can so it’s not obvious just how unprofessional he’s being right now. but the slight furrow of his brows as his face twists with pleasure and the soft moans make the last thread of your composure snap, and you throw your head back against the wall as you whimper his name.

“close, ‘m close tora, g-gonna—”

“not yet, baby,” he kisses your cheeks soothingly, panting against your ear as his head buries itself into your neck. your arms wrap around his neck, pulling his body flush against yours as your chests collide—and by now, his hips are just barely rolling, his cock dragging against your folds, pace sloppy as he feels his orgasm build up. “cum with me—please. gonna fill you up nice ‘n f-full—”

“yes, please—need it,” you cut him off with a sob, and he curses under his breath, the last of his composure slipping as he lets out a wanton moan, cock slamming into you roughly as his thumb rubs circles onto your clit faster.

“c’mon,” he grunts, “‘m close—cum for me.”

and just his words are enough to push you off the edge, walls spasming around his aching length as you cum, nails digging into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt. his forehead presses against yours, lips on yours as you pant against each other’s mouths, yours spilling soft whimpers as he fucks you through your high.

“‘s good,” you slur, breath ragged as your chest rises and falls erratically. “so good—fuck, tora.”

and just as you clamp down on him again, he lets out a broken gasp into your neck, rutting into your wet folds, a mess of your slick and his cum running down your thighs. you feel his cock throb with each rope of cum, balls slapping against you with every roll of his hips.

“fuck, fuck, fuck—so good, feels so good. perfect, my perfect baby,” he babbles into the crook of your neck, cutting himself off with a whine. his breath tickles your skin as he pants, finishing with one final thrust before he slumps his figure against yours.

your hand weakly strokes through his hair as you catch your breaths together—and then you gently smack his shoulder.

“just the tip,” you mock his voice, scowling. “if you’re gonna cause this much trouble every time i stop by—”

“tora just need you,” he mocks back, huffing as he pulls away. he takes in your fucked out appearance—eyes raking over the sweat on your skin and the marks on your neck, and suddenly blush creeps his face just a little. “you look good,” he breathes.

“and you have work,” you snort, pecking his lips softly.

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[kshira]

hi my love

could I pls request reader cleaning up bonten mens wounds ?? smth about that forced proximity and sexual tension is just so good 🙏😞

𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒!

ft. mikey, kazutora, baji, ran, rindou, sanzu

tw. fem!reader, mentions of cuts & bruises, extreme sexual tension, teasing, pretty fluffy

an. bryce is back, back again

# 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲

“it doesn’t hurt, manjiro?” you look at this powerful, soulless man for him to glance back through unblinking eyes with a subtle shrug of his shoulders, “is it supposed to?” mikey smirks, placing a towel over the cut on his chest while you reach for an ointment.

“you should be more careful not cocky” manjiro scoffs off your words but he considers them, maybe he gets hurt on purpose so you’ll show up to take care of him and just maybe manjiro thinks it’s fucked up to do so but at least here—right now, you’re with him.

your fingers work gently over the cut until a bandage splays across his chest, mikey looks over at the time before averting his eyes towards you, “thank you. d-do you have to go now?” mikey shyly looks at the ground before feeling a hand cup his cheek, “not until i get paid.”

“how much do i owe you then?” manjiro reaches for his wallet, flipping through the bills too preoccupied with how much he should pay you. he doesn’t even notice you leaning into his chest, nuzzling your face into his neck, “this is just enough, manjiro.”

and mikey freezes from how close you are, the way your body clings to him even though he’s the one holding you tighter, pressing you against his chest. “how many times do you need to take care of me before i can make you mine?” majiro whispers, pressing a kiss against your cheek and though you don’t reply he seems to have found the answer.

# 𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚

bleak golden eyes watch you carefully apply ointment to a deep cut carved into his skin, kazutora bites down on his tattered lip when you begin retrieving the glass shards from another cut.

“this is the last time, tora” you warn, sitting his arm down beside his side as you move away from kazutora on the couch, he looks away from your piercing gaze, absent orbs finding another source of reason as to why he always wants you to take care of him.

“please” he whispers, reaching out to grab your hand into his, “please, don’t leave.” it feels like a stake puncturing your chest when tears swell along his eyes, kazutora engulfs you into a hug before you can respond, his longer pieces of hair spayed across your cheeks.

without another second withdrawn his lips find yours and though you never imagined this rough, vicious gang member would be so gentle—so warm to the touch as he kisses you, lips pressed tightly against yours, arms wrapped around your body as if he’s clinging to life.

“will you leave now if i say i’m in love with you and i always come to you for you to take care of me because i’ll get to see you?” kazutora whimpers against your mouth, screwing his eyes shut before tears can spill. his fingers laced with yours he squeezes tighter, “i’m here tora, i’ll always be here.” and kazutora sighs into your mouth, maybe now he’ll never have to get hurt just to see you with his confession tied between your lips.

# 𝐛𝐚𝐣𝐢

“i didn’t know you could be so rough, angel” baji grins up at you, wincing when your fingers grip his cheek harder, applying a washcloth to the cut engraved on his cheek. a scoff brushes past your lips while you hover over baji, he can’t help but look up at you through half lidded eyes, the concentration on your face was truly so beautiful.

“you need to be more careful” you scold him, finally pulling the material away from his face so you can examine what to do next, “your handsome face can’t take much more.” baji eyes widen before a playful smile curls his lips, “oh yeah? you think i’m handsome, huh?” but you don’t reply, pulling out a bandage and applying it to the skin.

“i think you’re more than that but not with all these cuts and bruises on that pretty face” you coo back at him, baji wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “i think you’re beautiful like this, taking care of me even though i know i’ve pissed you off.”

you look down at baji, brushing strands of black hair from his face you examine the way his eyes crinkle at you, a hidden blush forming on the apples of his cheeks. “if you keep looking at me like that, i might have to stay longer” you whisper out, leaning down to his level, “who’s stopping you?” baji closes the distance pressing a soft kiss against your lips. and you can’t help but melt to his touch, wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss and baji grunts into your mouth, “that’s what i thought, pretty.”

# 𝐫𝐚𝐧

“does it hurt?” it was more of a rhetorical question, ran was sitting on the couch, a bottle of something in his hand while a bullet wound was punctured through his shoulder, ran lazily smiles at you, “nah, i’ve had worse.”

“what’s worse than being shot in the shoulder, ran?” you deadpan to him, stealing small glances you’re able to see the sheet of sweat accumulated on ran’s chest—his stomach flinching as you press the towel harder on the open wound and though you shouldn’t it’s hard not to stare at his tattoo carved along the skin.

“when you keep turning me down, that hurts way worse” ran smiles while you roll your eyes at him. “i turn you down because look what i’m doing now? cleaning a bullet hole when i could be on a fancy date right now” you sigh out, and even though you’d deny it any day of the week—the way ran looks at you always makes your stomach burn.

especially when his hand rises to cup your cheek bringing you down to his face, the condescending way he smiles knowing you’re melting in his palm and kissing him right back even though you’re not done cleaning his wound.

straddling his waist your body hovers over him, lips crashing while ran’s tongues searches for your inner cheeks. he winces in pain as your hips roll across his lap, “finish bandaging me up and i’ll take you on that fancy date” ran groans, lifting your face from his swollen lips.

“but your wound is bad, ran” you heave breathlessly, ran takes your chin within his fingers and motions for your mouth to open, he leans you down to gently scrape his tongue across your bottom lip, “be my good girl and do what i say, yeah?”

# 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮

“you’re hurting me” rindou whines, whimpering out while your fingers pinch a cloth to his bloody nose. rindou was the one that came to you for help with the overflow of blood pouring from his nose and though he’s so annoying with the constant whining—you can’t help but find him so cute.

rindou pouts remembering how horrified you looked when he creeped through your door, bloody and bruised—clinging to your body as soon as he made his way to you. rindou had a habit of facing his fears head on but always seemed to run to you when he was hurt.

“i love you” rindou whispers, smiling softly while you shove two small pieces of cotton up his nose, “i love you too, rin.” and he seems to relax under your words, raising his hand up to cup your cheek, “why are you so perfect to me?”

“i’m just taking care of a bloody nose” rindou smiles at you even though the blood continues to rush down his nose, he begins drawing a circle against your cheek, “will you stay if it gets worse?” rindou questions, watching you catch his gaze fixated on your face.

instead of answering him you lean in pressing a kiss against rindou’s lips, and maybe he feels greedy deepening the kiss with more force, dropping his hands to your side as he pivots your body in his lap—rindou feels even more guilty as clothes fall to the floor and your lips never falter from one another and the bloody nose he had is the least of his worries with you finally beneath him.

# 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮

“mh, go lower” sanzu groans, shifting his body from the couch while you place a wet cloth on his lower stomach. you snap your eyes at him but sanzu can only give you another lopsided grin. “just a little lower princess” he coos, tucking his lip between his teeth from expected pleasure or pain—he doesn’t know which one to choose.

“haru” you warn, pressing the cold material down on his gut, sanzu winces at the pain rushing through his veins. “take my mind off it” he whispers, placing your absent hand down on his crotch, sanzu flickers his eyes from your face to the subtle brush of your hands across his lap.

“you’re in a lot of pain right now, manjiro told me you could have died and you want me to do this?” you click your tongue at sanzu, ignoring the way his cheeks dust a pink hue and underneath your hand growing stiffer.

sanzu rolls his shoulders, exhaling a sharp breath while you apply more pressure to his wound, with finishing touches of a bandage placed on his stomach you rise to your feet. a small whine fumes from his lips, the grip of your wrist brings you back to sanzu.

“don’t run away from me” he makes room on the couch for you to be tucked under his arm, fingers carefully making their way into your bottoms. “i owe you a lot for always being my sweet little nurse, don’t i?” sanzu smiles against your neck, burying himself further until his lips attach to the skin—sucking and slurping as you ignore where his hands go and sanzu forgets the pain for now when you’re all his for the taking.

[aritsukemo]

Insecurity | Kazutora H.

Character: Kazutora Hanemiya

A/N: Baby needs a hug and I'm willing to give him one.

The moon shone brightly. It's luminescent rays shining down on the earth and slipping through the crack of the black curtains, creating a singular light that illuminates the bed in a similar fashion. Aside from this, the room is mostly shrouded in darkness, hiding the lush furniture in its shadows. Among this dimness, a phone shines brightly, it's reflection burning it's shape into sandy-colored eyes as a callous fingertip swipes endlessly at the screen..

"( Stage Name )'s outfit looked amazing tonight! 😍"

"Who's the dude with them?"

↳ "I think it's their partner."

"No wonder they've kept their love life a secret for so long. If my man looked like that, I would've too."

"He looks like something out of a horror movie fr fr."

"I'm sorry but I can't imagine her dating someone who looks like that. I really hope they aren't together. ( Stage Name ) deserves so much better. 😭"

Comment after comment flies past as they're read swiftly. Although a lot of tweets and comments focused on you and the outfit that you wore to the movie premiere the night prior, most were about the man that walked hand-in-hand beside you, nervously smiling at the abundance of cameras that were in his face that night—almost all comments made being negative.

"He looks like a drug dealer."

"Whoever made his outfit should be fired on the spot."

"Why did they let him outta the house lookin' like that? Did this to themselves tbh."

"He looks like he'd be the type to beat his wife every night when he comes home from work. Lowkey worried."

Despite this, he couldn't stop scrolling. Maybe it was the hope that he'd find a tweet that defended him or tweet that didn't comment on his tired eyes or vibrant hair or the fact that there was a faint stain on the corner of his shirt that was likely from the food that he hurriedly ate with you in the car that night just before you arrived.

"What's with the long face, 'tora?" He jumps. He hadn't even noticed you enter the room but as he peeled his eyes away from his phone screen, he wish he did sooner. There you stood before him, no makeup, hair wet and sticking to the corners of your face, an oversized shirt—his shirt specifically—clinging to your dampen skin and just barely highlighting your curves, and your legs bare for all to see. It was an intoxicating sight.

One that makes a part of him feel tremendous guilt and embarrassment the more he stares at you.

"It's nothing.." He mumbles out hastily after a while and to his dismay, you frown disapprovingly at him.

"You're lying. What's wrong?" You slide onto the bed and turn, his shirt riding up your thigh and revealing the shorts that hide beneath it as you scoot closer to him and attempt to peer at his screen. Kazutora notices just a tad too late and ends up shutting off his phone entirely. Unfortunately, you had already managed to catch a glimpse at a comment or two before the screen went black and it causes you to sigh.

"Pay them no mind. Everything they say is bullshit."

"Is that really true though?" This time, he's the one to sigh, "One comment--"

"They aren't true." And the tone of your voice alone manages to silence him immediately. The assertive, matter-of-fact tone left no room for talk back or any kind of verbal refutation and although he couldn't say it, his face spoke volumes of how much he disagreed with your statement.

"They hate me." He says after a while.

"Twitter hates everyone," You reply, "People on there would literally shit on the sky being blue if people'll listen."

'Yeah, but what they're saying about me isn't exactly wrong.." He stares down at his phone, almost cringing at the sight of his own reflection staring back at him, "I managed to embarrass you without even saying anything.."

"I don't think you embarrassed me." You retort immediately, "You looked great yesterday and said nothing that upset me."

"They think otherwise.." He mumbles dejectedly. He turns his phone back on but only has the chance to briefly read part of another tweet talking about his tattoo before you take his phone away from him.

"Who cares what they think?" You lightly toss his phone aside, "No matter what they say, it'll only be a shallow opinion at the end of the day. They know nothing about you, Kazutora, but I do. So please.."

Cupping his face, your eyes manage to find each other and lock despite the darkness that clouds your vision. You gaze at him. Hoping that the love you feel for him—and have felt for him for years now—would somehow make itself clear to him if you continued to stare. Alas, all you ended up doing was stare at him with scrunched brows for a little longer than necessary..

"..Believe me when I say this, 'Tora. You're beautiful both inside and out and I'm so incredibly happy that I can show you off to everyone and will continue to do so if you let me. I'm not ashamed at all about dating you and never will be. And do you know why? Because I'm hopelessly in love with you."

No more then a few moments pass before a tear finally slips and a small hiccup escapes him. Like a dam ready to burst, his body trembles and as you finally pull him up and your arms envelop him, he breaks down completely in your loving embrace. And you let him, smiling sadly as the love of your life crumbles before you.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest

[inkykeiji]

character: hanemiya kazutora x fem!reader

notes: anon asked for more tora-nii so!!! here he is!!! this ended up being way longer than i intended!!! but enjoy hehe! this is set within the same universe as this piece but works well as a standalone piece and can totally be read on it's own as well!

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, stepcest/pseudocest (step siblings), rough sex, minimal prep, painful sex, both kazutora and reader are total virgins (unrealistic loss of virginity), dubcon/noncon, the tiniest hint of dacryphilia, cum eating/feeding, super messy kisses

words: 4k

synopsis:

And finally, finally, the stress of the past several years seeps from your pores and leaves you feeling light and floaty, no longer weighing you down now that he’s in your arms, now that he’s free, body gone boneless against him as it melts into his own, fusing, becoming one again, whole again. Your knees nearly give out, bones deliquesced in pure relief, but your big brother is right there to catch you, chuckling a little as he hoists you further up his body, leaning you against his chest and supporting most of your weight.  The tears are flowing steadily now, flooding  your cheeks in thick, ceaseless streams, whole body shuddering beneath the force of your sobs—a continuous torrent of Tora, Tora, Tora-nii weeped out in violent hiccups.  “M’here, m’here, shh, hush now,” he’s telling you as he cradles you to him, rocking your bodies slightly. “Nii-san’s here.”

It’s sunny, the day he’s finally released; a bright blue sky embroidered with thick puffs of cotton, sunbeams filtering through the clouds and bathing everything bright and gold.

You’re leaning against your car as you wait, idly swinging the keyring around your index finger in a nervous jitter, metal tinkering rhythmically. 

At long last he’s stepping through that big barred gate, so large it trembles beneath its own weight as it stutters to an open, steel creaking, halting with an ominous clank! as it catches on the latch, echoes mingling with an obnoxious, nasally beep. 

It takes him a moment to find your face, gaze sweeping across the unfamiliar location, with wide, unsure eyes, a hint of a frown toying with the corners of his lips. 

But then he spots you, and love splits his face wide open, a brilliant smile stretched across his cheeks so wide it must hurt—automatic, instinctual, uncontrollable—topaz irises glittering in the sunshine.

And you swear, you’ll never tire of the way his whole face brightens when he’s in your presence. 

Your breath stagnates in your lungs, and for a second everything is still, the moment pregnant with anticipation, your heart mutilating itself against your ribs as it tries to crawl through the gaps.

But then he’s taking off, rubber soles of his sneakers slapping against the warped concrete, barreling into your body a mere instant later, so hard he crushes you between your car and his chest.  

It shoves a yelp from your throat, sharp and high, and he only squeezes you harder, fingers digging into your skin as his hands fist in the material of your dress, bunching it up in his palms and tugging. 

The hem rides several inches up your thighs, his hips keeping your legs spread, your own arms wound tightly around his shoulders, clinging to him and burying your face in his neck, forehead pressed firmly to the tiger inked into his skin. 

And finally, finally, the stress of the past several years seeps from your pores and leaves you feeling light and floaty, no longer weighing you down now that he’s in your arms, now that he’s free, body gone boneless against him as it melts into his own, fusing, becoming one again, whole again.

Your knees nearly give out, bones deliquesced in pure relief, but your big brother is right there to catch you, chuckling a little as he hoists you further up his body, leaning you against his chest and supporting most of your weight. 

The tears are flowing steadily now, flooding  your cheeks in thick, ceaseless streams, whole body shuddering beneath the force of your sobs—a continuous torrent of Tora, Tora, Tora-nii weeped out in violent hiccups. 

“M’here, m’here, shh, hush now,” he’s telling you as he cradles you to him, rocking your bodies slightly. “Nii-san’s here.”

And although you can hear the tears in his voice, you can feel his cock, half hard and pressed tightly to your hip, throbbing keenly as his honorific spills from your lips. 

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he murmurs into the crown of your head, punctuating his demand with a smattering of kisses, planted in your hair. 

Pulling back, you gaze up at him with a soft sound of inquiry. He bows his head, pushing his forehead against your own, noses nudging together. 

Eyes fluttering shut, his ribs expand into your own as he inhales you—your scent, your breath, your very aura itself—gulps you down and holds you in his lungs, lets you permeate his tissues and fester at his core before he’s surging forward, smashing his lips to yours, tongue breaking past your teeth and shoving the breath back down your throat, now infused with him. 

Shock leaves you stupid for a second before your body begins to respond—automatic, instinctual—delicate fingers slipping in the tufts of onyx curling up at the nape of his neck and twirling, wrapping the strands around your knuckles.

Your hands slide further, burying themselves in his hair, palms flattening against the back of his skull and pressing him close, closer, tongue greedily grinding against his own.

And it’s so sick, it’s so messy, mouths slick and sliding with each other’s drool as twin streams of tears cascade down your cheeks to pool in the seams of your lips, seeping through the cracks and staining your tongues with each other’s salt. 

It’s so sick, but it’s so good, too, hands pawing and gripping and tugging, the back of your heel arching around his lower calf, because too close is never close enough. Your nails scrape against his scalp and he moans into your mouth, the sound hot and heavy on your tongue, his hips twitching forward, gyrating in uneven little circles. 

Rough palms, decorated with cuts and callouses, are slinking up your soft thighs while your lips work, kneading flesh as they crawl beneath your dress, up, up, up until they reach your panties—lace, he can tell, fingertips tracing the trim with surprising delicacy, almost as if he’s committing the webbed pattern to memory, feeling every curve and crisscross of the knit. 

His fingertips tiptoe around your body, outlining the hem over your hips, following it all the way back to your ass where they slip beneath the thin fabric and grab, filling his palms with your flesh, nails biting superficial crescents into your bum.

He holds you there, holds you still, pulls you closer to him and forces you to stay stationary as his hips continue rocking, messily humping away at you. He’s panting out loud noises into your mouth in time with the movement of his hips, fragmented by his own breath, mewls that keep smothering your protests as they consume them. 

The straining head of his cock bumps against your inner thigh, the coarse material of his pants beginning to chafe your sensitive skin, and he sucks a hiss from your throat, swallows it down greedily and laps at your molars, slathering them in his foamy spit, hunting for more. 

It already feels so good, a dull heat beginning to amass deep in the pit of your belly—something that seeps through the floor of your stomach to the apex of your thighs, something that sends sparks and cinders racing through your veins, leaving your blood fizzing in their wake.

But as badly as you want him right here, right now, you know you can’t, the scrutinizing eyes of his discharging prison guard, still standing watch at the mouth of the massive gate, searing into your skin. 

“Tora-nii, Tora-nii,” you’re whimpering, and he groans, a deep sound reverberating within his ribcage. 

“I know, baby, I know,” And he sounds almost pained, voice hoarse and cracking, hands squeezing your flesh again. “I need you, too.” 

“N-Not here,” you mumble against his lips, the words drooping with reluctance.

A sound of annoyance vibrates in his throat, and he shakes his head, pulling back just enough to search your eyes, topaz frantic as it flies across your face. 

“I dunno how long I can wait,” he tells you seriously in a low whisper, confession straining beneath urgency, hips still rolling into yours. 

“But—But—Ah—”  

“Fuck,” he moans brokenly, curse shattered to shards in his throat, splintered and pitchy. 

“You—You just got released,” you force the words from your tongue, airy as he licks up the column of your neck, front teeth nipping at your skin. “Let’s not get arrested for public indecency on the same day.”

Another groan rumbles in his chest, this time borne of frustration, and he scrapes together his remaining scraps of self-restraint, stilling his hips. 

He has to admit, you have a point.

He hates that you have a point.

Because he genuinely does not know how he’s supposed to survive a twenty-five minute long car ride back to your sweet little apartment. 

He almost doesn’t, unable to keep his hands to himself, fingers wandering across your thighs, beneath your dress, hiking the hem up and revealing your panties to him. 

They’re cute, he moans, his cock still so hard it’s nearly painful as it throbs and yearns, leaking so much precum that it’s bled through his briefs and his trousers to leave a large, wet patch.

Ever-stubborn and lacking any sort of discipline, his palm wedges its way between your thighs, curious fingers stroking your slit, watching as the silk of those pretty panties dampens, darkens, becomes slick and slippery with your own arousal—the arousal he is causing, creating—eyes glittering with awe, breath exhaled through parted lips in little huffs. 

His other palm is busy grinding into his aching cock, his hips rutting up pathetically in his seat, the belt cutting into his flesh through his thin dress shirt. It’s nothing more than teasing, but it doesn’t matter, he can’t help it, he’ll take whatever he can get—whatever he can do to alleviate the scalding pressure building in his gut.

“Tora-nii,” you’re complaining in a sticky squeal when he finally tries to prod your hole, face scrunched up somewhere between aroused and annoyed. “Stop it!”

“Doesn’t feel like y’want me to stop,” he pants out, unable to tear his eyes from the apex of your thighs, groaning as your swollen little clit pulses against his thumb. “You—Y’fucking soaked, sweetheart.”

“Well I—I do—I don’t want to—Nii-san, please!” 

“Yeah, yeah, baby,” he mewls, nodding vigorously, eyes swapping almost frenetically between your clothed cunt, now perfectly outlined by the silk molded to your folds, and your face. 

“I don’t wanna lose my virginity on the side of the road!” you manage to squeak out in a single breath, shooting him the cutest little look of anger, brows pushed together so tightly it crinkles your forehead.

Alright, alright, he supposes that’s fair, though he’s still unable to keep his hands to himself—that’s asking a little too much, don’t you think? He’s been waiting five and a half years for this. 

He stops trying to fuck you, but just barely, making it an entire task to walk up the two short flights of stairs to reach your apartment, latching onto you like a leech as he stains blotches of grey and navy across your jaw, along your neck, over your collarbone.

It’s an insatiability, fingers griping and vying as they yank and knead, the hem of your dress pooling around his wrists as his palms slide up your thighs, fill his grasp with fistfuls of you as fingertips sink into plush flesh, digging bruises deep into the tissues and dimpling the skin. His hips rock against your ass in irresolute little motions, as if they’re unsure of how fast they want to thrust. 

“Tora,” your giggling as you fumble with your keys, faint notes of irritation negated by fondness. “I won’t be able to get the door open if you don’t quit it!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he’s mumbling noncommittally, dragging his tongue along the curve of your neck, then over the ridges of your shoulder, outfitting you in his spit. 

“You—You don’t sound sorry,” you huff, but there’s a smile on your face. 

“Can’t help it,” he whinges, nearly tripping over your ankles as the door finally swings open, the two of you stumbling into your apartment. 

He’s got you trapped between his body and the drywall before the door even clicks shut, a thigh wedged between your legs as he grinds his cock against your hip, a continuous stream of whines pouring from his throat into yours.

They vibrate as they spill onto your tongue, warm and buzzing, and you lick at his teeth, giggling a little at the way his hips jerk in response. 

“I—I—I—” he’s moaning into your mouth, needy and high, his hands already up your skirt again, index fingers dipping beneath the frilly waistband of your panties and curling. “I can’t, I can’t, I’m gonna—fu-fuck—”

His words disintegrate as those keen little noises eat straight through them, hands almost vicious as they tear through dainty lace, threads and elastics snapping audibly as they tangle around his knuckles. 

The material flutters to the floor in a ruined heap of delicacy, both palms already shoved between your thighs as they poke and prod, hungry and hunting.

“T-Tora, no, wait—” you’re breathing out as his fingers clumsily find your hole. 

He cuts you off with a ferocious growl, two calloused fingertips pressing into your cunt while the heel of his free palm shoves urgently at the waistband of his pants, managing to push them down his thighs just enough to yank his cock free. 

And then he’s tearing you open in one quick, harsh thrust, forcing a sharp yelp from your chest as he buries himself in your cunt. 

There isn’t a single moment to get used to the sudden intrusion, cute little hole struggling to take his girth as your skin splits into tiny fissures, fluttering and stretched raw. It fucking stings, sending spears of pain searing through your gut as the head of his cock rams against your cervix, impatient and immediate. 

It hurts the entire time, but it’s over pathetically, embarrassingly quickly; only three swift, sharp snaps of his hips before they’re stuttering to a stop with a loud, broken whine, cock throbbing as he fills you with copious amounts of cum—so much cum, too much cum, thick and viscous as it seeps past his cock to drool down your inner thighs and pool in the folds of his balls.

But he doesn’t seem to care that he finishes so briefly; it doesn’t seem to matter to him at all as he drops to his knees and spreads your thighs, plush flesh dipping beneath his grip as he forces them to stay open, joints flexing in a silent warning not to squirm and tongue flattening against your skin as he drags it up, up, up, sopping up a syrupy dribble of cum.  

His face is buried in your cunt a mere moment later, groaning a little as his tongue pushes past your abused little hole still weeping little slivers of crimson, copper mixing with the bitter of his seed and creating something sick, something intoxicating, something entirely addictive. 

And it’s all so vicious, it’s all so voracious, the way he eats his cum from your cunt as if he’s a starved man, as if he can’t get enough of you, can’t get enough of him within you, tip of his tongue curling, scooping, cupping as he devours you, sucks you clean, obnoxious slurping and smacking echoing throughout your apartment. 

He swipes over every dip and crevice, lapping hard and thorough as he collects the substance from your folds hole and beings to hoard it beneath his tongue.

Your nails scrape against his scalp as your knuckles root in inky tufts, and he whines loudly, shoves his face further into your pussy and eats you with such vigour it’s a marvel he can breathe at all.

“Tora-nii, Tora-nii,” you’re chanting out, the name airy on your tongue, responding grunts reverberating against your clit as he grinds his nose against it. 

He doesn’t stop until there’s nothing left, until he can no longer taste your blood or his cum, the pungent concoction stored safely within his cheeks. 

He looks like a fucking mess, lips and chin gleaming with slick and cum and blood—a shimmery, translucent pink varnishing the lower half of his face—but there’s a wide, toothless smile smeared across his cheeks, those topaz eyes so bright they’re nearly glowing, brimming with exhilaration and love.

Then he’s on his feet, a large hand wreathed around your jaw as he squeezes the hinges and pops your mouth open, tongue unfurling onto your own and shoving a mix of blood and spit and cum down your throat. 

It’s fucking filthy, thick threads of cum tangled with his saliva pouring from the corners of your lips while they slip and slide against one another, leaving shining streaks of pearlescent drool, tinged pink with blood, slathered across your jaws. It drips off your chin in slow, sticky drops, drizzling cool and slimy across your bosom. 

God, it’s all so much—you cum so much, Tora-nii!—his diligent tongue sweeping your mouth as he deposits the intoxicating mixture, laving over your teeth and dipping into your cheeks, staining your whole mouth with him. 

And he doesn’t let up, doesn’t let you jerk away or move a single centimeter until he’s emptied his mouth into your own, until you’ve sucked his tongue fucking clean with tight, puckered lips, until you’ve scraped all the contents from the muscle with your teeth and swallowed every last remnant, notes of salt and copper lingering on your tastebuds. 

Impossibly, he’s already hard again, the head of his cock bluntly bumping against your hole, awkward and uncoordinated as he pants out pleads into your mouth. 

“Please, please,” he’s whining hotly onto your tongue. “Please, let me fuck you again, I gotta—I’m gonna—I gotta—”

Sharp little keens keep shattering his sentences, his eyes closing tightly as his whole face scrunches in concentration, desperately attempting to quell the crude twitching of his hips.

“Pr-Promise I’ll fuck you properly this time,” he hurls the vow into your mouth, quick and sloppy. “Promise I’ll—I’ll make you cum this time, swear I will, baby, just let me fuck you again!” 

Yes, yes, you’re nodding against him, teeth clacking and lips catching on incisors. Yes, please, nii-san. 

The two of you barely make it to your bedroom, tripping over each others limbs as you stumble toward the bed and fall onto the mattress in a knotted heap, the balls of your feet shoving at the waistband of his pants, helping him kick them the rest of the way off. 

It’s nasty and primal and so fucking intimate, with your knees hooked over his shoulders and ankles linked behind his neck, thighs sandwiched between your chests and foreheads pressed firmly to one another. The tips of your noses nudge as he pounds into you, ruthless and relentless in his pursuit, hard enough to jostle your body up the mattress, hard enough to have the whole bed frame shuddering, brass headboard knocking against the wall.

“Like that, Tora-nii, like that,” you’re breathing, hips rolling up into his, clit catching on his slick pubic bone.  

“Y-Yeah?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you gasp out, eyes shut tightly, feet curling around the back of his neck, a pitiful attempt to pull him closer. 

“S’good?”

“S’good, s’good, it’s so good,” you’re nodding against him, front teeth chipping his. “Your cock feels so good, Tora-nii!”

A groan rattles his ribs and his hips drive forward harder, rougher, faster, spurred on by your praise, desperate to prove to you that he can make you cum, desperate to make good on his promise. 

Because you’re getting close now, he thinks he can tell. He thinks he can see it in the way your eyes keep fluttering shut with each swipe of his pelvis over your clit, with each drag of his cockhead against your cervix; thinks he can hear it in the way you can barely push that cherished nickname from your lips, the sweetest little huffs of Tor-Tor-Tora-nii! breaking on your tongue; thinks he can feel it in the way your thighs keep tightening, body going rigid as your hands grasp and claw, nails gorging themselves on his muscle, yearning for as much of him as physically possible. 

“G-Gonna—hah, fuck—gonna cum for your nii-san, sweetheart?” 

The question wafts across your face, strings of drool swaying with each of his panted breaths, splattering across your cheeks and cooling instantly. 

“Uh—Uh-huh, nii—nii-san,” you mewl out, stammered by the slamming of his hips.

“Look at me, please,” he begs, voice high and broken. “Wanna—Want you to look at me when you cum, look at your big brother.” 

And you do, because you’re such a good little sister, eyes springing open, lashes weighted with teardrops. 

His own eyes are wet, too, long lashes clumped together in thick little spikes, glittering drops balancing perilously on the points.  

Three more pistons of his hips and your cunt is clenching around him with such vigour it’s almost painful, whole body bowing off the bed as sparks zip up your spine, curving each vertebra as they pass.

Slick gushes down his shaft, and it’s so much, it's so messy, coating his thighs in thick, shimmering smears, slippery and sticky and so Goddamn sick as they smack against your ass, the constant slap of skin against skin sharp as it echoes throughout your bedroom. 

It’s so intense it whites your vision and wipes your mind, wailing out his honorific like it’s a fucking prayer, over and over and over again.

And Christ, Kazutora swears you’ve never looked or sounded more beautiful than you do cumming all over your big brother’s cock. 

It has a loud whine spilling from his throat, topaz eyes wide and fluttering rapidly, desperate to clear the bleary shield of tears lacquering his vision, to burn every little micro-expression that transforms your pretty features into the tissues of his brain, forever. 

Because it’s all because of him.

The thought has his hips faltering, falling out of their rhythmic pace and bucking wildly as they chase whatever high you’re currently riding, avid to reach it with you. 

“Oh God, oh God, oh fuck,” he’s whimpering out, eyes shutting tightly before snapping open again. “I—I—Am I—Does it—Ah—”

“L-Love your cock, Tora-nii,” you’re slurring out beneath him, sloppy and stuffed with spit, gone stupid with pleasure. 

And it’s incredible, honestly, how you always know exactly what he needs, still, even now, even after so many years apart. 

“Again,” he rasps, thrusts turned dishevelled and careless. “Tell me again.”

“Love your cock so much, Tora-nii-san,” you keen, gazing up at him with fucked-out bliss all over your face, glazed eyes full of sick admiration. “Want your cock t’fill me up.”

“W-With what? Huh? Tell nii-san what you want him to f-fill your pretty little pussy up with.”

“Cum, cum, Tora-nii’s cum!” you sob, nails biting into the muscle of his shoulders as another ripple of overstimulation courses through your flesh. “Want Tora-nii-san to stuff my pussy full of his cum! S’much, s’much—!” 

“Oh, Jesus,” he nearly cries, voice cracking with the curse. “I—I’m gonna—Ah, fuck, fu-fuck!”

“Please, please, please, Tora-nii-san,” you’re still babbling on, half-delirious for his seed. “Please, gimme your cum, please, want your cum, Nii-san, please!” 

And it’s the pleading that does it, so fucking sordid, so fucking sincere, tears of disgust and desire decorating your cheeks in shimmering streams, that has his whole body shuddering with a loud, broken moan of your name, his cock pulsing viciously and pumping your cunt full of hot, thick cum. 

“Oh, thank you, Nii-san,” you’re weeping, weakly scrabbling at his shoulder blades. “Thank you, thank you.” 

You always were such a polite girl. Kazutora’s glad to see that nothing’s changed.

“So good, so good, y’such a good little sister for me,” the praises leak from his lips, languid and lazy as he collapses on top of you, dragging half-baked kisses across your jaw. 

His chest is heaving against yours, dress shirt turned translucent with sweat as it clings to his swelling ribs, outlining every bump and ridge. Your fingertips traverse across them, soft and gentle, almost as if you’re counting each rib, almost as if you’re making sure they’re all still there. 

“M’so happy you’re home,” you drool out against his skin, nuzzling into his neck a little as your arms wrap around him.

Yeah, he thinks as he squeezes you to his form. It’s good to be home. 

[hittos]

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k word 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: disclosed accordingly (lmk if I missed anything) 𝐟𝐭. Kazutora, Takeomi, Takemichi, Kakucho

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: spying, voyeurism

The first thing Kazutora bought with his first paycheck was a teddy bear for you

It was kind of forward considering you’d only been on a few dates, but the gesture was appreciated nonetheless

Unbeknownst to you, however, the plushie obscured a small camera and microphone hidden in its beady left eye.

Soon enough, It became Kazutora’s favorite feed; after a long day of work, he’d come home and watch you in your room.

He knows it’s wrong and that you’d be absolutely mortified if you were to find out about this; might single handedly give you trust issues, but he doesn’t care.

How could he care about that when he can see you strutting around in your underwear, trying to find your pajamas or even completely naked whenever you’re about to take a shower.

You’re more effective than porn with the way you have him stroking his cock like a madman, eagerly chasing his release.

You could be doing the most mundane or the most erotic of things and it won’t deter him from picturing your face as he sinks his cock inside you.

His favorite thing though, is when he catches you slipping your hand past the waistband of your cute panties.

Whenever he catches you touching yourself, he likes to pull out his cock and stroke it rhythmically with you like some sick intimacy ritual you’re unaware is happening.

He always wondered if you’re thinking about him whenever your fingers rubbed your clit.

When he heard you breathily moan what he thought was ‘tora’, he almost went out and bought an engagement ring for you.

Sometimes when he’s feeling mean, he’ll watch you please yourself, studying the way your body responds to it and just when you are about to cum, he’d call you up and interrupt your focus.

He gets a kick out of you trying to regulate your breath and pretend as if you aren’t rubbing your thighs together as you greet him over the phone with a hidden whine of frustration.

His smirk gets knocked straight off when you ask him in a sultry voice to come over.

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: groping, sexual harassment, abuse of power, him being disgusting overall

Takeomi seemed normal for the better part of your first month working for Bonten; only speaking to you when he needed something to be printed or filed. He was always looking at you with a bored expression etched firmly on his face

and that’s why you never would’ve guessed that he was catching glances of your exposed cleavage and soft thighs, and going straight to his office to jerk himself off, quietly moaning your name as his hand frantically manhandle his cock, trying to relieve himself before someone starts looking for him.

As you got more comfortable around the executives, he did as well, much to your dismay. 

It started out simple, he’d brush his hand against the curve of your ass, his expression doesn’t change, making you think it was an accident.

He’d reach for something in front of you and purposefully have his hand brush up against your breast. Again, he doesn’t acknowledge it and neither do you, much to his frustration.

Pretty soon, he abandons subtlety entirely.

He makes sure your workload stays full so you stay behind when everyone else has left.

you were beginning to get too comfortable and he took the liberty to remind you that you still work among bad men.

He’d ask you for a cup of coffee then he’d ‘accidentally’ spill it all over your white button up, rendering the material sheer and putting your cute little bra on full display.

He grabs the nearest towel and begins dabbing up the liquid spilled on the material, pretending as if he wasn’t doing it to touch your soft boobs.

He’d order ask you to take off your top entirely, feigning concern; something about your skin and burn marks. 

When he senses your hesitation he simply points to your exposed bra and says, “you’re practically naked already, darling”

You do as you're told. Now, you stood topless in the middle of the break room, letting your boss dry your tits for you, trying to pretend as if you don’t see the prominent bulge in his pants, too shy to say anything.

From then on, he was an absolute nightmare to deal with; ‘accidentally’ dropping papers and ordering you to pick it up. You try to ignore the way your face is leveled with his hardened cock, pretending you don’t feel his eyes on your ass.

Whenever you’d stand up for yourself, your confidence was assuaged, “who would believe you?” he’d scoff, your threat of reporting him to Mikey leaving him unfazed, “and even if anyone did, I’m Bonten’s advisor, you think they’d fire me?”

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: panty theft

Takemichi likes to think he’s a gentleman and he (mostly) is

In days like today, he really has to grapple with his perverted desires to maintain his morals

You had very sweetly offered to cook for him, but then you left him alone in your apartment to buy an ingredient you forgot. He found your trust in him somewhat endearing.

The evening was going great until he showed himself to the bathroom and saw the remnants of clothes you changed out of, laying on the floor. At the top of the pile, sat your discarded, dirty panties.

A blush flashed across his face before his blood rush down to his quickly awakening cock

He contemplated just holding it in. The right thing to do was to go back and pretend like nothing happened, but you’re perceptive and he’s a bad liar.

So, he did the next best thing, gave into his desire.

His left hand picked up the lewd piece of clothing off the floor as his right one fished his cock out of his pants, giving it a few pumps to fully erect it.

Normally, he’d afford to be more sensual with himself, but not today, not when you can walk in any minute now and see his shameful transgressor.

He was quick to bring the worn fabric up to his nose where he can smell the culmination of your essence.

His mind was in a fugue, all he could do was picture your figure kneeling before him, your gentle hand stroking him in his stead.

Takemichi rips the piece of fabric from his face almost painfully and wraps the damp crotch area around his impossibly hard dick.

His greedy mind shifts to imagining lewder things; your mouth wrapped around his thick cock as you gag trying to take him whole and you in all sorts of compromising positions, screaming as you cream around his dick.

With a pathetic whimper, Takemichi shot his load into your panties, tainting them with his viscous, white seed.

In a panic, he quickly shoved the material into his pants pocket as soon as he heard the door being unlocked, your saccharine voice reverberating throughout the apartment, “I'm back!”

He quickly dressed himself, praying that you don’t notice how flushed and sweaty he’s gotten since you’ve been gone and he hopes to God that you don’t notice your panties missing from the bathroom.

He had originally planned to return your panties as they were (he is a gentleman after all) but now that he came on them, that simply isn’t possible.

In a way, he’s glad it worked out that way.

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: spying/stalking, voyeurism

Kakucho knows what he’s doing is wrong, but he can’t help it; you never close your curtain, it’s like you’re begging to be watched.

In fact, he’s convinced you like it and his conviction is enough to silence his consciousness temporarily until he’s rubbed one out.

He sees you occasionally on his way to work, but at this point he is certain he’s seen you naked more times than he’s seen you clothed

He’s enamored by you, whenever he sees you come out of the shower in a towel that barely covers your properly, he drops everything to watch you get dressed.

He’s not a stalker, he’s just really good at recognizing patterns, that’s how he worked around his schedule, so he’d always have time to touch himself to you whether that is you getting dressed, undressed, getting fucked, touching yourself, or just laying in bed half naked, he’s watching and he’s stroking his cock to you.

The worst though is when you touch yourself after some guy just fucked you, he hates to see your perfect body all laid out for some lucky bastard to fuck only to be disappointed

He does, however, enjoy watching your fingers deftly rubbing at your clit, trying to make yourself cum.

His hand slowly strokes his twitching cock as he watches your legs shake erratically and involuntarily close around own hand, your face contorted in pleasure as you finally cum.

All he can think about is how much better he can fuck you and fulfill you, you’d never have another ruined orgasm again and you wouldn’t have to display yourself for other men to see.

His favorite days are the ones where you hump your pillow.

He loves how gently you motion your hips, your face looks so cute responding to the pleasure; eyes half mast and mouth slightly agape.

His hand picked up pace around his cock as he watches you fuck yourself on your pillow, sweat beads beginning to form at his hairline and his muscles are tensioned as his own hazy eyes watched you.

He imagines how you’d look riding him like this.

Your moans would be whiny as he fills your cunt to the brim with his length, his cockhead brushing up against your cervix in nice and deep strokes, leaving you breathily begging for more.

His muscles spasmed violently and rope after rope of cum rushed out onto his hand and abdomen, leaving behind a mess for him to clean.

Kakucho made a mental note in his head; next time he sees you, he’s going to ask you out on a date.

He’ll show you what being with a real man really feels like.

[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

close to home | chapter seven

close to home | chapter seven

plot: the reader's first day at the prison brings disastrous events, can she prove herself worthy of being a part of the group?

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,409 Warnings: violence, blood, character death A/N: thanks for reading!

You were up with the sun. An anxious bit in your stomach and Tora’s nails digging into your skin wasn’t the start of your intended day, but there it was. The cellblock ceiling wasn’t nearly as calming as the treehouse's wooden panels and the prison's smell wasn’t as endearing as the pine trees surrounding your old home. But the steady breathing of Beth in the top bunk brought a sense of calmness to you that you hadn’t had since the morning before Liam died. 

You weren’t alone. 

Tora was sitting on your chest. The twenty-five-pound cat wasn’t aware of how heavy she was, and her paws dug deeply into your skin. She cooed softly when you scratched behind her ears. She wanted to be let outside. At the treehouse, she could go out to do her business. You’d need to find her a little box or figure something out. 

Her needs pulled you out of bed, and you quietly left the cell. She followed your trail, and you opened the door outside as quietly as possible. She took off exploring the new landscape, and you followed her. It was a warm morning, the promise of summertime. 

The wind blew softly, and you looked around the courtyard. It seemed like it could be safe. Though you preferred to be twenty feet above the ground. In the treehouse, you were safe. 

Your stomach grumbled, and you walked to one of the metal tables in the courtyard. The bell on Tora’s collar rang, and though you couldn’t see her, you knew she was around. The

The door screech sounded, and you jumped, looking back to see Rick walking out of the prison. He paused for a moment when he saw you before walking over. 

“Good morning,” He greeted you by name. 

You smiled up at him. “Mornin’.”

“What’s got you up so early?” He asked you. 

“The cat,” You said softly, looking at Tora, who was investigating the pile of dead ones. “She had to go out. Listen, Rick, we’re strangers, but I wanted to thank you. Being with my cousins and my uncle… it’s a gift. I hope you know that I truly appreciate it.”

He nodded slowly and rested his hand on his belt, “I woke up in this world alone, and I found my family. This group took me in without question. I wanna do that for you too, but I gotta be sure.”

“I can understand that. I’ll do whatever you need me to,”

“Good, ‘cause we got a lot of work to do here. We need all the help we can get.”

“What’s on the agenda for the day?” You asked. 

Rick went over the plan for the day, and as he was, several other group members woke up and joined the conversation. Carol, T-Dog, and Daryl stood around in a circle. While they worked inside, you were to help Lori and Beth clean up the inside of the cell. You were thankful that you wouldn’t be working outside. 

Daryl seemed to want to talk to you, but he was called away, and whatever it was, it was left unsaid. You didn’t ponder what it was while you walked inside and found Lori. “I’m ready to help,” You said. 

***

“Easy, Uncle Hershel,” You laughed as he struggled up the steps. The crutches supported his weight well, and you stood back to let Lori help him. Beth grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze before you both followed out through the front door. 

The breeze hit you all at once and, for once, cooled down your sweaty body. It had taken all morning to get the cell block up to Lori’s standards, and you were exhausted from all the cleaning. The place smelt better already, and you had plans to leave the door open to air it out. 

“You cleaned up all those bodies out,” Hershel said, looking around, “It’s starting to look like a place we can really live in,”

You smiled at the three of them and laughed when you heard Glenn calling from beyond the fence. In a few seconds, everyone had noticed your uncle walking, and you could feel it in the air. The admiration, the hope, and love. Beth squeezed your hand and gave you one of your biggest smiles, and you knew that this was it. This was the right decision, and you would do anything to stay. 

A high-pitched yowl interrupted the silence and Tora took off, climbing up the gated entrance to the prison. Your eyebrows furrowed together at her sudden reaction, it was too familiar. It was exactly like…

“Walkers!” Carl screamed.

Chaos seemed to erupt at that moment, and you reached for your gun, only it wasn’t there. Instead, you grabbed your machete and gripped it tightly. “Beth, get Uncle Hershel inside, now!” You yelled. 

You launched into action, your body acting on muscle memory to take down the threat. Blood splattered against your face as bodies dropped. Gunshots echoed around you as you moved back. There were too many of them. 

“Lori, Carl, get inside!” You yelled. 

You heard Maggie call your name, but you ignored it, fighting off the dead ones as they came to you. You heard someone screaming and looked over to see T-Dog coated in blood, headed into one of the blocks. About seven dead ones were left, all in different directions as the group dispersed.  

“(Y/N)!” Beth yelled, and when you glanced over, you saw them locked in one of the cell block entrance gates, with dead ones pushing at the gate. You twisted the machete in your hand and ran over, pulling one off and ending it before going for the next. 

“What the hell happened!” More gunshots echoed, and when you turned around, both Glenn and Daryl were fighting off the dead ones. You barely heard the conversation between Rick and your cousin as you helped get the rest of the dead ones. 

“The chains didn’t break on their own. Someone took an axe or cutters to ‘em,” Glenn said. 

Rick turned to look at you for a second before his eyes moved past you and narrowed at the two prisoners by the gate. You didn’t have the time to register their conversation before a blaring siren sounded. 

Confusion swept the group, and you looked around momentarily before Rick started shooting at the sirens. It only took a few seconds before Rick figured out where to go, and soon they were gone. 

You took a few deep breaths and looked around the courtyard and the destruction that ensured in only a few short minutes. The air felt heavy now, with loss and anger. With fear. Your hands were shaking, and you knelt slowly on the ground. Your fingers were sticky with blood, and you tried to wipe them away. 

It seemed like an eternity before the sirens went off, and since then, you had walked the fence line to ensure no other dead ones got through. You were itching to get a gun but didn’t dare leave the courtyard. 

Another eternity passed before you heard a commotion at the back door, and Rick, Glenn, and Daryl ran out of the prison. You jogged over to where they checked in with your uncle and cousin. 

“Thank you, (Y/N),” Rick said to you, though his voice was still angry. You nodded but didn’t say anything and glanced at Daryl. He seemed worried. 

That’s when you heard it. The unmistakable sound of a baby crying. Your stomach dropped as you looked at Carl and Maggie with a newborn baby. You knew. As soon as you saw their faces, you knew exactly what had happened. 

You weren’t sure when you stopped breathing, but when Maggie started sobbing and Rick fell to the ground, your breaths were shaky, and you felt like throwing up. You felt an arm wrap around yours, and you looked down at Beth, whose eyes were shiny with tears. 

Everything happened so quickly after that; Rick disappeared into the cell block, and the baby started crying. A determined Maggie and Daryl left to get food for the baby, and you were left standing with the rest of the survivors.

[picrewsformeeee]

IROIROメーカー

[mikeysbabygirl]

𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓.

Warning : obsessed! Yandere! Psycho! Kazutora x fem!reader. Stalker! Kazutora, kinda pervy, smut, dirty talk, manipulation.

Word count : 2950

Note : This was absolutely not planned, moreover ( shame on me ) I forgot about this baby's birthday, so I wanted to make it up lol. + It's not proof head, please I was too tired so if you see any mistakes, just close your eyes lol

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Swallowing the lump in your throat, you wrapped your arms around your body, providing yourself the heat that your white short nightgown could not. Pressing your forehead to the door, you cursed yourself for not thinking about buying one with a peephole.

It was irrational, you were way too grown for such fears.

But after weeks of feeling watched, of checking if the door was locked every ten minutes, of avoiding to close your eyes under the shower, scared to see someone standing there...

After this mind-blowing paranoia, hearing a quiet knock on your front door at two am surely was not the most reassuring thing.

-" What 'm gonna do... " You whispered to yourself, but oh he heard you.

Every decibel of your quivering voice breathed life into him, there you were, finally, after weeks. He could easily imagine the face you were making, little frown between your brows and a trembling lower lip, but it was normal, right ? Days were spent studying your beautiful face, how could he forget ?

-" C'mon, love. I can tell you're inside, you forgot to turn the lights all down... "

The sob that traversed the door pierced his heart arrow-like, he loathed this sound, why were you crying ? Why were you afraid ? It was only him, you've been seeing him for almost more than a year, foolish.

-" Hanemiya-San... What're you doing here ?" Your trembling hand leaned on the door, as a mean to keep you steady. Knowing that it was him behind your door, fear was a serpent biting your skin, injecting something else through your blood, something that was... Beyond the meer fear.

-" Haven't I told you to call me 'Tora ? " He tilted his head, though you could not see him. His hand reached the doorknob, moving it in vain. " Just wanted to see you, ya know ? Like you promised before I was released. "

You closed your teary eyes, trying to keep your breaths as deep as possible. That stupid promise, you only made it not to upset him, you would've never thought he would remember you after he got out of jail.

-" Hanemiya-"

-" I said. 'Tora. "

-" Tora..." You bit your lower lip, his stern voice making you shiver to the spine. " This is an inconvenient hour to visit your therapist. "

-" You promised. " He went on interrupting you again, like during all those hours of therapy in jail. How foolish from you to think he was cured. " You promised you'd come to see me at the petshop, and I waited. I waited but you never came. "

He was sick, and you knew you owned him nothing.

Then why did you felt so dirty ? What was guilt doing in there ?

There was a deep silence where you could hear him breathing behind the door, you, as quietly as possible reached for the phone, and slowly started moving your shaky fingers above the screen, heart beating loud. He was silent, too silent...

Fine, all you had to do was to press the call button, and whisper your address.

-" Tell me, tiger. Who you tryna call ?"

You froze, your finger above the screen too.

-" It's a quarter past two, can anyone hear you scream right now ? "

Your hand holding the phone began shaking stronger, sobs escaping your lips in a broken rhythm, he'd lie if he said the sound didn't tore his chest up.

Pressing his forehead to the door, he whispered in a honey-coated voice, closing his eyes.

-" go ahead, put the phone down. You know I'd rather rip my chest open than hurt you, don't be a fool, babydoll".

Why had his words to be so skilled ? Slipping between your skin like bacteria, infecting you. Breathing slowly, you put down the phone, because somewhere inside your twisted little mind, you knew he would never actually hurt you.

-" That's my good girl... " He praised, it only accentuated your fear, how could he be so aware of everything? " Now open this door, let me in "

You shook your head as if he could see you, whimpering from fear, fisting the lace lingerie you were wearing.

-" Uh-uh ? You really gonna let me outside in my birthday ? Remember last year ? You were the first to wish me a happy birthday. What changed ?"

Flashbacks of your first days working at the prison flickered in your mind, it was only a coincidence, seeing his birth date on his file and wishing him a happy birthday in your usual cheerful smile. Who would've thought it would lead to such a toxic vicious thing ?

-" If I let you in, you promise you'll leave after I wish you a happy birthday?"

How cute, your little voice inquired with such insecurity. His fleshy lips stretched a small smile.

-" I promise I'll leave as soon as you want me to. "

How foolish of you, to let the devil lure you into his incongruous sins. The sound of the door unlocking revived him, and soon, like a wounded puppy, your shape started appearing behind the opening door.

And there you were, creeping into him like the sun under a half drawn window shade. In your little white nightie, intoxicatingly innocent, an angel, indeed. Letting the devil in, letting him get a smell of the paradise he would never get when he passed by you to enter your living room.

-" Here you go. I wish you a happy birthday, 'Tora. " You tried faking a smile, but nor was he dumb neither blind to not notice how you were fisting your own cloth from fear, he tilted his head to the side.

And you hated yourself for this, for not being able to take your eyes off of him.

-" Why are you so afraid of me ?"

He made a step to approach you, the only one required so his chest now was bumping into yours, and you had to lift your head to look him in the eyes, you gulped down.

-" I'm not afraid, you're just... too close. Please,step back. "

Kazutora smiled, a breathed chuckle passing his lips. How enticing was that sound.

-" then why do you smell of fear, tiger ?"

Goosebumps woke your skin up, while two of his fingers slipped under the straps of your nightie, pushing them down and uncovering your shivering shoulder.

-" Hm ? What other than fear could have ya shaking on me this way ?"

God have mercy on you, you were getting drunk on shots of poison, and he was throwing back shots of love. Every inch of your skin was getting a whiplash from that wicked game.

The rules were his, but you were, willingly playing his game, which made him smile and approach his lips from your ear.

-" Now isn't rude from you, ignoring me for weeks ?"

The way your doe-like eyes stared up at him almost made him drop the act, but he kept going, appreciating how his lips grazed your cheek with each word.

-" You promised we'd stay in touch. D'you know how lost I was, thrown in the big world after years of captivity?"

Why'd you let his words enslave you ? Pull you by the calve deep in his traps?

Why in hell was the sound of him being so desperate for you so addictive ? Was it pride ? Or was it the year spent laughing and talking to him during therapy?

-" I... I never meant to... "

-" But you did, love. " Abruptly, his hand flew to your back and pressed you flat against his chest, he buried his head in your neck and you gasped.

-" You did, I thought there was someone out there who finally cared for me, what a fool... "

-" No !"

Hiding his smirk, he pulled away from your neck and gave you a fake surprised look by how your voice rose. Hesitantly, your hands found his cheeks, giving him the most delicious stare his starved heart craved.

-" I do care for you, 'Tora. "

How of an innocent flower you were, only waiting for someone as selfish as him to pick you up. How lucky has he been, getting assigned to the new young therapist in the prison, so naive, always so willing to help, so easy to manipulate...

-" Hm ? I'm dying to believe you, tiger. But ghosting me for weaks is really not the best way to care, I'm afraid. "

You were far from being stupid, you felt how every piece of you drifted, each fleeting further away like trailing dust that the harsh wind quickly swept away. And though Kazutora Hanemiya came in a glass bottle with warning label, your immense heart made you drink it with closed eyes.

-" I care for you. " You repeated, he closed his eyes slightly, feeling his heart sinking in his chest at your gentle touch. " Let me show you I do... Please "

A shaky breath escaped his lips, as you approached your face to his.

Then you took his lips in the kindest touch he had ever known, breathing fresh air into his tired yearning soul. He grunt against your mouth, hands traveling to your sides and pressing you further against him.

You whimpered, the perfect opportunity for him to slip his tongue in your mouth, tasting you like he always dreamed of and pulling shaky moans out of you.

The next minutes were an intoxicating fog, suffocating you with his cologne from everywhere. And the next thing you knew, he pulled off your nightgown as a page he wanted to turn, welcoming your bare skin as the most thrilling new page he was dreaming of writing, marking.

-" You don't know what you do to me, angel. God, I crave nothing more than eating you alive... "

You cried out, because soon his hands gripped your sides and started moving your naked cunt against the bulge in his boxers, your clit throbbing from the friction and dampening his underwear, whilst he was sitting on your bed with your on his lap.

-" Fuck, you're doing right, tiger. Make a mess on daddy"

-" 'Tora more... Sh- I can't- !" You clung to his shoulders, trying to gain more friction by rubbing your clit against him. Kazutora swallowed a deep breath, a bruising hold in your skin as he leaned in to kiss your lips again.

-" What a naughty girl I have, pretending you don't want this and now ? Look how soaked you are ".

-" Oh yes, yes 'm close !" You screamed when his hand reached for your breasts to play with your nipple, he could testify your body was the prettiest thing he never deserved seeing, the moon to his deep water.

-" then go 'head, cum on me, make me hear all the pretty sounds you can make ".

And as you came undone above him, throwing your head back and exposing your perfect neck to him, he leaned in and began peppering kisses all over you, and he knew.

There in his hand, he held his death. Because loving you would certainly be the death of him, and he felt like holding your hand with one foot in the grave.

- " 'Tora, need ta... " Your voice shook above him, coming down from your orgasm. He placed yet another kiss on your left breast, right above your heart

-" Yes ? Tell me what you need, Love. "

-" Need you inside, wanna... Wanna make you feel good, wanna show you I care... "

Now wasn't it pretty that he had you he wanted you ? Consuming you like a cigarette as you willingly light yourself up for him.

Or maybe were you the nicotine ? Poisoning his lungs when he thought he was smoking you ?

Either way, with a single kiss, a single breath his body was humming, and the promise to be complete caressed him when he aligned his tip with your dripping entrance.

-" Oh shit-" he cursed at the feeling of your tightening walls around him, slipping inside. " Pussy's been waiting for me, I see ? So good, baby, so tight".

Your insides swallowed him, as easily as you swallowed his lies. And with every thrust in you, waves of repetition became part of addiction. Your hands were holding into him as if you were not his anchor amidst his madness, and your lips resting on his cheeks felt like home, when all his life he has been an outcast everywhere.

Wrong, so wrong it felt right.

Eyeing your bouncing breasts whilst you rode his cock, Kazutora threw his head back, hands holding you afraid you'd disappear anytime. It was all too much, suffocating, deliciously intoxicating, your sight, your skin, your scent.

-" Shit, tiger... Got no idea how much I've been holding back f'ya"

Too drunk in the feeling of your second orgasm coming right away, you only moaned his name, therefore his hand flew to your neck, squeezing it slightly.

-" Use your words, pretty. Or I might just find another use to these... Pretty lips of yours. "

The heat building up in your core began exploding with his hand choking you, shame was water under the bridge as the only thing important now was that damn serotonin's feeling in your guts.

-" Don't... Don't hold back, 'Tora... Ah! gimme all of you"

-" Hell yeah, I will " he thrusted heavenly hard inside you, making you cry out reaching your high. " I'm gonna ruin you. So, so good. Carve inside you how much I fucking love you ".

-" Oh 'Tora... " You were pretty spent, head falling on his shoulder, letting him use you like a ragdoll until he felt his end near. He brought your head back, still holding your neck to look into your eyes.

How pretty, all fucked up for him. Your passion sinking deep in his skin.

-" Gonna let me fill you up with my cum, right ?"

Your eyes widened, the idea, like all from Kazutora seeping through every pore of you.

- " can I come inside my love's tight little pussy ? Mark you mine ?" He couldn't help it, leaning against you to place kisses along your skin, inhaling your perfume.

-" You mine, right ? Gonna let me keep ya all to myself ?"

-" Yes... Yes please. Just, just do it. " You pleaded, his words already building up something new in your chest.

His silly smile stretched to his big golden eyes, Kazutora pressed your bare chest to his, grunting at the feeling of your perking nipples against his torso.

-" Such a good girl, my good little girl... I'm gonna love you better than anyone ever have."

Oh he would, he promised, as his cum filled you and he felt himself floating high.

Because it was the kind of love he never knew, never deserved.

And you were the lover he let carry his heart between your teeth.

Waiting for you either to swallow, or spit him.

I wrote this on a whim, again. I just hope it's not too rushed, and I wish a happy birthday to our pretty psycho again !

Network : @tokyo-ballroom @downtown-roponggi

[dior-and-dietcoke]

" MOVIE NIGHT GONE WRONG. "

starring! : mikey + fem!reader, and kazutora, draken, baji, chifuyu

warnings! : exhibition, sex tape, fingering, finger sucking, choking, FWB, college!AU, basically cheating? (draken), squirting, implied gangbang at the end, readers skin color is not mentioned, mdni, not proofread

summary! : mikey invited the boys to a movie night, but as he was gone to pick you up, they accidentally stumbled opon a camera.

"Movie night gone right" pt.2

Right after mikeys bike engine roared from outside and slowly got more silent until it was completely gone, the guys just sat on mikeys couch and on the floor, bored.

Kazutora sat down on the floor with one of mikeys pillows and suddenly spotted a video camera, obviously from the late 2000s and a bright smile beamed on his face as he took it in his hands.

"Look what I found, guys" he announced opening the display of the cam "why would mikey have that?" Draken asked himself outloud with a raised eyebrow, to which kazutora shrugged "I dunno but I'm dying to see what he filmed on this."

Chifuyu looked a bit uncomfortable with that idea "I don't know man, maybe there's some personal shit on there" baji just scoffed, "then I just wanna see it more" he laughed. Kazutora looked at draken to see if he wanted to he it too.

Draken sighed and stretched his arms "sure, why not."

Kazutora and baji then cheered before baji encouraged him to connect the camera with the TV, which he had some trouble with since he didn't find the cable at first for it, but after he did find it he didn't waste a single second to plug it in

A video immediately started of mikeys feet as he walked, before the shot lifted to reveal you in pretty heels and a cute sundress skipping infront of him, mikey giggled behind the camera "cute" he said. You then turned around to which the guys perked up.

"She's still pretty even on a shitty camera" baji mentioned.

The tape continued with you laughing happily and smiling at the camera "you gotta say hi to the camera." Mikey told you, to which you just giggled and then waved your pretty long nailed fingers at the camera "hiiii!"

All of the guys had a tiny smile on their face at your cute gesture.

But then the video stopped, and another started up. It was you again. On mikeys couch, stretching your gorgeous legs while reading a magazine. You were wearing a mini skirt and a crop top, mikey kept filming your legs and the how graceful they looked.

It started to feel like...there was some tension in the air now. Kazutora couldn't take his eyes off the screen, admiring your pretty legs and your gorgeous heels. It was no secret that tora had the miggest crush on you, so seeing this put him in a trance. But it didn't just affect him, of course. you were beautiful and cute, and it was hard not to crush on you at least a little bit. Even draken, though he'd never say it out loud.

"Stop filming my legs!" You playfully complained, closing you magazine and coming over to mikey, who was just giggling behind the camera as you came closer and closer to the camera, but then it shut off. And another video started, it was you kneeling on the floor looking up into the camera with your bright eyes and glossy lips "what?" You giggled, tilting your head. "You're pretty." Mikey said, and then it stopped again.

Chifuyu completely forgot about his feelings from earlier, now just focused on seeing more videos of you being pretty and happy.

Those videos continued, just sweet little snippets of mikey admiring you. They were surprised that mikey was so enamored with you, seeing such an "emotional" side of him was very alien to them. Watching these videos made the guys wonder if you two were a thing and they just didn't know about it.

"Come on, let's stop watchin' em" draken announced, waving his hand. But kazutora protested "just one more!" And before anyone could object he let the next one play.

This time you were in mikeys room again with you sitting on his couch as Mikey supposedly laid down on his bed. You were watching some show until you noticed mikey filming you again.

You smiled "what?" You asked cutely, "waiting for a performance" he casually said.

Draken and baji raised a curious eyebrow, "performance?" Baji asked, to which tora hushed him.

You giggled and turned your upper body to him, you smiled a little shyly then rolled your eyes "really? Again?" Assumingly mikey just nodded at your question.

At this point, the guys didn't see anything too weird about these videos until..

You suddenly grabbed the hem of your tank top and lifted it over your tits to flash the camera.

Kazutora and chifuyu let out an audible gasp, draken choked on his drink and bajis jaw just dropped in absolute shock.

"OKAY, OKAY TURN IT OFF!" Chifuyu yelled, pulling his arm over his eyes to shield himself from this privacy invasion. "NO WAY!!" Tora and baji yelled. They both should feel more disgusted or discomfort at you and mikey being.."intimate," but they were too focused on finally seeing your perky tits that teased them for years now.

The video continued and they could hear mikey giggle before the next video started. It was you again with your head on mikeys thigh as you were seated between them on the floor, and he was sitting on the couch, your beautiful eyes looked up into the camera. Your nails pressed softly into mikeys thigh as you tilted your head, then without a single word, mikeys hand cane down to caress your flushed cheek.

It was a cute and innocent enough gesture, until his thumb started caressing your bottom lip and you slowly opened your mouth to suck on it sensually.

"Fuck, she's like a pornstar.." kazutora mentioned, absolutely enamored with how pretty and sexy you looked doing such slutty activities. "She fuckin' does.." baji agreed, leaning more closely to the screen from his seat on the couch.

The video cut, and another immediately started.

This one just immediately started with your pretty moans and your face twisted in pleasure. It didn't take kazutora a second to get rock hard, and it wasn't any different for draken, baji or chifuyu. Hard as fuck.

"What a good girl.." Mikey said behind the camera as it panned down to reveal mikey's fingers slowly sliding in and out of your wet cunt, making obscene and sinful noises. Your clit looked so swollen, kazutora almost wanted to lick the screen.

You moaned so prettily again and you spread your legs further for mikey to get better access. His Fingers sped up and so did the wet squelching noises, your moans got more high pitched and louder "that's it." Mikey encouraged "cum for me.." your hips bucked into his touch as your eyes slightly rolled back and your bottom lip got caught between your teeth.

Baji gripped the blanked next to him, imagining how soft your skin would feel against his own, how tight your pussy would feel around his fingers.

Draken had his fingers on his temple, pretending to not like what he was seeing, and he shouldn't. Especially since he had a girlfriend. But fuck he's just a guy, and you're getting fingers by his best friend. Letting out the prettiest noises he'd ever heard..

Your head tipped back and you covered your mouth as a sticky liquid squirted out of your weeping cunt. "Fuck yeah..good girl, good girl" mikey huffed, fingering you even faster.

Chifuyu gasped as he gripped the pillow impossibly tighter over his crotch, he'd seen a lot of porn but none of them were as good as what he was seeing right there, right now. You were so pretty and he felt like he would die if he didn't jerk off right now.

Kazutora bit his bottom lip desperately as he imagined what your hot and sticky fluids would taste like, he wanted to put his mouth on you so bad, he wanted to make you squirm and cry out as you grip his hair and grind your pussy on his face..

The video cut off again and then mikey was seen with you in a shot, it was assumingly propped up somewhere.

You were getting fucked sideways by mikey as his hands were on your thigh, holding it up, and on your tit as he was sucking on your nipple. "Mikey!" You moaned as your tits bounced with every thrust, the guys could see the bed completely soaked beneath you two "p-please- I can't anymore~" you whined. Mikeys hand gripped your thigh harder "fuck yeah, you can..just one more" the kissed your collarbone "fr' me.." he begged before going right back to suck on your tiddy.

Kazutora almost moaned when you turned your head to the camera eyes closed in bliss as his friend fucked you senseless.

Your moans got louder and baji could swear his mouth was filling up with drool, looking at your tits bounce and your cunt being fucked.

Mikey lifted himself up and put his hand on your throat, drakens eyes widened as you whimpered at this filthy action, his jeans felt so uncomfortably tight due to his painful erection straining against them. He couldn't contain his thoughts anymore, he would fuck you so hard with his big hand on your tiny throat.

Mikey thrusts become sloppy and harder as your moans suddenly stuttered. You were about to cum.

The men were so focused on the screen, awaiting your orgasm.

"We're hereee" mikey announced and the guys all jolted awake from their pussy trance and kazutora hastily and panicked and ripped the cable out of the TV, feeling his heart beat out of his throat when he saw your pretty self standing next to mikey after he just watched you getting fucked by him.

It didn't take long for mikey to see the guys all flushed hiding their crotches and, of course, the video cam.

Mikey just casually chuckled "they found our tapes" to which you gasped and looked at the man next to you "...the tapes?"

You looked back at the men, avoiding eye contact with you or mikey.

Mikey then looked at you and gave you a soft pat on your ass before you shyly bit your lip and walked over to the bed, you sat down...and spread your legs just enough for them to see you not wearing any panties...

Kazutora and chifuyu were about to have a heart attack with how fast their hearts were beating, baji felt like he was burning hot, he never felt this horny..

Draken really, really tried to not look at you or your half exposed pussy. But he did see it and then couldn't tear his eyes away from it.

"Did you like them..?" You suddenly asked, spreading your legs more as Mikey just grinned.

You looked at the camera and then back at the boys "maybe.." you lifted your skirt, exposing your naked cunt to them. "We could make a featured film.." kazutora kneeled and looked like a starved puppy, with his tongue almost hanging out of his mouth and his eyes wide open.

Someone would have to hold baji back if he got any hornier, cause he was about to just jump on you and ravage you.

"I can film everything" mikey said with a smug grin.

Was this planned?

[garoujo]

・✶ ｡ﾟ your step brother kazutora just wants to see how it feels, it’s not his fault you’re luring him in.

♱ warnings — stepcest, dubcon, f!reader, sort of manipulation / gaslighting, pussy jobs that lead to more, ive not been able to stop thinking about this all day i’m sorry >///<

it wasn’t that your step brother kazutora was creepy, not at all. he was sweet, polite and he was always a little protective of you — like he fell into the role of being your big brother naturally despite you both not being blood related, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel nice at least.

but there was just some things that were a little… off. you could always feel his eyes on you, everytime you entered a room until the moment you left — you could feel the way his gold gaze narrowed in on you, watching your every move like he was a lion on the hunt, and the sort of look alone made something cold shoot through your spine, especially when he’d shoot you a sort of sickly sweet grin whenever you met it.

kazutora had always been a little touchy too, his skin always seeming to graze or linger against yours even in the moments where you think the touch could’ve been avoided, and it always made you shiver when he’d deliberately reach for things over you — pressing his body tight against your own as he breathed soft against the crook of your neck.

but despite all of this, he still cared for you despite being a little fragile himself, he still came back to you after juvie like he’d never left and maybe that’s why you feel like you’re treading on egg shells a little whenever he’s around, not wanting to hurt his feelings after everything he’s been through.

so it was much easier for you to fall into the role of being his sweet little sister, to ignore the way the hairs on the back of your neck seemed to stand up whenever he was around you, always close and watching.

but lions do tend to stalk their pray before they attack.

“just wanna see how it feels, baby. you want this too, don’t you? can tell.” kazutora drawls and his tone drips through you like honey when he rocks his cock against your glistening cunt, sighing when he watches you bite on your lower lip to muffle the needy whimper that threatens to break from them.

you should’ve stopped him before it got this far, but he was so gentle when he’d asked if he could rub and hump against your pussy, insisting it would make him feel better to have you so close, before you ended up stripped of your layers and suddenly his hard cock was being smeared in your slick.

“stop—n-no, we shouldn’t tora..” you gasp but it breaks off into a sound that’s a little weaker, whispery when your step brother takes a slow handful of your tits before he’s rolling your nipple between his fingers. he’s flushed from his cheeks to his chest, and he sends you a sweet smile that seems misplaced with the way he’s grinding his cock along your folds.

“but your pussy‘s saying different, you’re so wet for your big brother.. makes me so fucking happy.” kazutora giggles after followed by another languid roll of his cock along your folds, deliberately catching it under the hood of your clit before he’s laughing again when your thighs twitch around him.

your body feels like it’s betraying you with every saccharine rub of his cock along your pussy, your slick only intensifying and smearing along the sensitive shaft as his tongue peeks out to wet his lips before he’s looking over you, long and shameless, and in a way that almost makes your stomach turn with both desire and a little unease.

“tora.. but ‘m your sister.” you try to say, but it’s breathless and barely audible when he leans over to close his lips around your tits, suckling and rolling his tongue along the perky buds before he’s groaning against your skin, the same predatory gaze blinking up at you and you feel something icky turn in your stomach at the look.

“yeah, so you’re mine. jus’ gonna put in the tip, baby — knew you’d feel so good, need a lil more.” kazutora smiles, his voice a hum that’s a little too bright for the situation and he doesn’t even wait for your reply before he’s sinking into you, he knows you wouldn’t say no.. you wouldn’t wanna hurt his feelings, right?

“b-but, we’re not—ah!” you whine, the fat head of his cock stings a little but you’re so fucking wet and you can’t help how good he feels, your thighs instinctively squeezing around his hips when he pulls away from your tits to blink up at you before he’s rolling his hips once more.

“does it feel good? feels like you like it, you’re pullin’ me in. do you like your big brothers cock, baby?” kazutora asks, and his soft laugh that rings sweetly after is almost comforting despite the way his cock is suddenly splitting you open, but it’s still misplaced when it’s falling from the predatory curl of his lips.

“y-yes, feels good, tora! but ‘ts too much, you said—“ your words are weak, barely audible from the way they’re babbled through your pouty lips and he thinks you look so fucking pretty like this, he knew his pretty little sister would look so good on the end of his cock — that’s why he’s waited and waited, for you.

“you keep suckin’ me in, ‘ts not my fault you’re teasing me — quit squeezing so tight.” kazutora teases as he presses his chest against yours, feeling his palm rest against your cheek before he’s kissing you and swallowing your mindless sounds at the first real, deep press of his cock into your cunt. you feel him grunt when he presses his tongue between your lips to suck on your own and you squeeze around him in response, letting your fingers twist in the dyed hair that frames his flushed features.

it takes a few seconds, but he moans when you kiss back and he’s finding a pace, and the way he’s easily grinding his cock along the sensitive spots inside of you makes you believe he really was made for you like he would always say, feeling dizzy against the spin of the room when he pulls away to mouth and kiss along your neck instead.

“i want it, tora—please, more!” you whine, your voice lilting higher in pitch when the strength behind kazutora’s thrusts grow along with it, and you feel his lips curl into another smile against your skin as his hands squeeze and worship along the rest of your body.

“you’re gonna make m-me cum, baby. but you’re so pretty for such a sick lil thing, you know i love it.”

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[ilygetou]

P-PERVERT...! FT. KAZUTORA HANEMIYA.

PAIRING: kazutora hanemiya x fem! reader.

C/W: roommate! tora, panty stealing, breeding kink, creampie, perverted thoughts, fingering, somnophilia, non con, collage au, you & kazutora share a dorm.

N0TE. this is a rewrite of my old perverted! kazutora hc‘s in my old blog :)) not proof read!!

pervert! kazutora who purposely spills water on you whenever you‘re wearing a white shirt just to see your nipples perk up from the sudden coldness, he would also snap a few pictures before you go and change so he could jerk off to them later :c.

pervert! kazutora who sneaks into your room, & goes thru your dirty laundry, he would take a pair of your panties & goes back to his room rapping your pretty black lacy panties around his throbbing cock desperately fisting his cock, high moans could be heard from kazutora, you weren’t home so he doesn’t have to worry about getting caught.

kazutora was getting closer & closer to his orgasm he keeps imaging that he had his cock buried deep into your cunt, he would also imagine that it was your hands wrapped around his cock & not your panties.

pervert! kazutora who eavesdrop on you whenever you take a shower hoping that he may hear something interesting like you maybe desperately touching yourself as your high moans echo through the bathroom walls :( he jerks off to the thought of your naked body water hitting your soft skin, kazutora wants to get in with you, he wants to fuck you while water is running down both of you guy‘s skin.

pervert! kazutora would pull you into his lap whenever your passing by him, he would also bury his face between your tits & starts sucking on your nipples from above the soft fabric of your shirt “kazutora not now,” you were trying to focus on studying for your final exams while your roommate has other plans for you :( “you’ve been studying for hours, i think you deserve a break” he says before removing your shorts.

pervert! kazutora who would sneak into your room late at night, he would find you sleeping wearing a shirt with only panties underneath, your legs were slightly spread apart, kazutora slides down your panties & stuffs one of his fingers, slowly pushing in to feel you clench around him, bringing his thumb to press on your clit while he pumped his fingers in & out of you. wet sounds filled the space between you, his core heating at the anticipation of how you would feel around his dick, brushing your clit in a single emotion to feel a rush of fluid rush past his fingers, you came all over his fingers.

kazutora takes out his fingers & unzips his pants to let out his already hard cock, tip leaking with pre cum, he would start rubbing his dick on your pussy, using your cum as lube he slides in his length thrusting in & out of you while letting out small gasps, your eyes flutter open just for you to close them right away “k-kazutora what‘re you d-doing...?” you managed to say.

the boy doesn’t respond, he‘s too busy fucking your cunt thinking about filling it up with his seeds, “n-no kazutora s-stop!!” kazutora simply ignores you, why should he listen when he finally haves your cunt filled with his cock? he has always wanted to do this, he just never got the time, “ha–! ’m cumming inside, want to fill your cunt with my cum” Kazutora coos, the thought of breeding you, filling you up with his cum turned him on so much.

kazutora’s thrusts became faster & harder “‘tora please st—” kazutora interrupted you by kissing your soft lips, forcing his tongue in your mouth while his thrusts start getting sloppier & sloppier with that he lets out his load into your cunt, ropes of thick & warm cum filled you up to the brim.

“i came inside,” kazutora whispered, before sliding your panties back, making sure not a single drop of his seeds is wasted, “go back to sleep, you must be too exhausted,” kazutora whispered as he kissed your forehead & leaves your room. <3

[airbendertendou]

live action!kazutora (nijiro) and 29 for your event please

borderline-yandere number 29 + live action!kazutora sano!reader

"BEAUTIFUL AS EVERYTHING IS CRUMBLING, THE FLAMES DANCE OFF YOUR EYES!"

"just keep quiet," he whispers, the warmth surrounding him distracting you from anything else. fingers trail up your arm, tingling and tickles left in their wake. "can't have your brother finding us, hm?"

you let out a harsh breath as kazutora pulls you closer. he's so close you can smell the cologne that lingers on his neck - can almost feel his heart beating against yours. "s'your fault, tiger."

"hm?" he tugs you closer then, his hands dropping to your hips. teasing, confident fingers sneak into the back of your shirt, tracing out the shape of your spine. you gasp - his grin glows in the moonlight. "how's it my fault, pretty? jus' wanted to see you..."

"you-" kazutora tangles your legs together, as if he wans to live in your skin. you sigh out as his lips brush against your cheek, then your throat. "you know i'm not supposed to see you. mikey would-"

a harsh nip to your neck has you quiet immediately. kazutora clicks his tongue, pinching your back for a second before soothing the sting with feather light touches. "don't say another man's name when i'm here. not even your brothers."

you hum, nudging your nose under his chin. "sorry, ‘tora. i'll remember next time."

——♥︎—— why am i always writing tora as this obsessive guy like.... its not too ooc though

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