#Marito Jin

[ydotome]

Marito Jin (摩利人) - Bucchigiri?! - Episode 2

[ibis-radish]

Literally how does anyone respect this guy

[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, fem!Reader, doggy style, spanking

Synopsis: fuming with anger after losing to Kenichirou, Marito heads back to the Siguma Squad base. There's only one way to help him de-stress, and you're more than ready to help

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As you sat on the worn-out couch in the Siguma Squad base, your heart raced with fear.

Marito, the leader of the Siguma Squad, had just returned to the base after a heated confrontation with his archenemy, Kenichirou. Another confrontation with his greatest foe had left him feeling defeated and humiliated. His fists clenched and unclenched as he tried to suppress the rage that threatened to consume him. His body was drenched in sweat and his breaths were heavy, filled with rage and frustration. "I need a release," Marito muttered under his breath, pacing back and forth through a spacious chamber.

You could see the adrenaline coursing through his veins. As you approached Marito, you could see a storm raged in his eyes, a tempest of anger and hurt. You steeled yourself, knowing you must act carefully. "Easy there, tiger," you whispered, trying to calm him down, rubbing your hands up and down his robust chest.

But Marito had other ideas. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer to him. His rough hands slid up your skirt, finding their way to your cotton panties. It turned out there was a damp spot on them already. "Ah, you're already wet for me," he snarled, his fingers exploring your folds after pushing your panties aside.

You moaned softly, surrendering to his touch. You understood that when he was filled with anger like that, there was only one way to ease his tension. Sex.

Marito wasted no time, tearing off your panties and unzipping his pants with a shaking hand.

He pushed you down on the couch, your chest pressed against the cool leather. Marito roughly grabbed your hips, positioning himself behind you after pushing his dark pants down his legs.

You felt his hard cock probing your entrance, threatening to plunge deep inside you.

"Oh, tiger…" you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.

He didn't need any more encouragement - your voice was so sweet that his hard cock twitched uncontrollably. With a powerful thrust, he buried himself inside you, filling you to the brim. "Fuuuck," he grunted, delivering a harsh spank to your left ass cheek. "Always so fucking wet and tight." Marito started pounding you hard, his hips slapping against your ass with each brutal stroke.

You cried out with pleasure, the sound of your moans mixing with the sound of your skin slapping together.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Marito growled, his hands gripping your hips tighter. He began spanking you, the sound of his hand connecting with your flesh echoing through the room. He lifted your short skirt, raising it over your hips to watch his dick covered in your slick moving in and out of your pussy. "Yeah, fuck yeah."

You yelped with each strike, the pain only adding to the pleasure. "Harder, Marito, harder," you begged, pushing back against him.

He obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his spanks more brutal. Marito reached around, finding your clit with his fingers. He began rubbing it in circles, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. He then pulled you closer, his other hand reaching for the small of your back. He grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing it as he pushed into you, staying still for a second or two, only to start fucking you hard again, watching your ass jiggle with every thrust he delivered.

You could feel your orgasm building, your velvety muscles clenching around his cock. "Tiger, 'm gonna cum," you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper as you went lower on your hands, sticking your ass more to him.

"Cum for me, babe," he growled, his fingers moving faster.

The couch creaked under your combined weight, threatening to give way any moment.

You could feel Marito's cock swelling inside your pussy, and you knew he was close too. You pushed back against him more, meeting each thrust with one of your own. "Yes!" you cried out as you came, your pussy clenching around his throbbing cock.

Marito followed soon after, his cock twitching inside you as he filled you with his sticky cum. "Fuck, I needed that," he whispered, his lips finding your neck.

You smiled, your body still trembling with pleasure as you looked at him above your shoulder. "I always know how to calm you down."

Marito chuckled, pulling out of you, spreading your ass cheeks to watch his cum seeping out of your pussy. "Yeah, you do, babe." Jin stood up from the couch, readjusting his pants, tucking his flaccid cock in them, and stretching like a cat. "Forgot how tiring sex can be. I'm hungry. Want some maji kebab?"

[shiruba-tsuki]

Jin Marito ✧ Bucchigiri?! ep. 02

[marsocity]

[deliciouslyfrightening]

Homoerotic fighting anime from the director of Free!, Banana Fish, and SK8 

Arajin wants to find a cute girl and lose his virginity, but he is in a universe where every lad is a hottie.

His childhood friend looks like this:

His crush's brother looks like this:

His classmates look like this:

Sussy cafe staff looks like this:

And his crush has eyes only for her brother:

But let's be honest, our main lead has a whole harem awaiting him with open arms (or maybe fists).

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Matakara Asamine 🤌🏻

Anime: Bucchigiri?!

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Babygirl is not a morning person

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⌕ bucchigiri?! - jin marito.

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Valentine's day!

Today was valentine's day and you just got ready and walked out to see matakara waiting for you like a puppy with the way he perked seeing you.

" good morning, Y/n-chan!"

" good morning, matakara."

You give him a smile before you reached into the bag you were carrying and hand him chocolates you know are his favorite when you both were kids.

" you remembered my favorite."

" of course."

You and matakara walked to school together, he offered you a piece of the chocolate.

You walked onto school grounds.

" y/n-teen!"

Marito yelled as he ran towards you, you knew that you couldn't out run him so you just accepted fate and braced.

Matakara tried to stop him and protect you from the siguma squad leader but failed.

Marito picked you up and you grabbed onto his shoulder while holding onto the bag in the other hand as he spins excited.

" y/n-teen! Good morning, happy valentine's day."

" yah, happy valentine's day."

You say when he stopped, you looked around seeing that outa wasn't with him.

" where's outa?"

" oh, he's off doing something."

" okay."

Marito looked at you bating his eyelashes at you expectingly waiting.

" put me down and I'll give it to you."

Marito put you down smiling as you reached into your bag putting the box of chocolate filled cookies with animals on them in marito's hand.

" thank you, y/n-teen!"

Marito said before he kissed the side of your head.

You walked into the school and noticed komao looking out the window for you.

You walked into the classroom and komao quickly got up to greet you hugging you.

" good morning."

" Haha, good morning."

You and komao walked to your seats next to zabu.

" happy valentine's day, I said it first so I get my chocolate first."

Komao said before he looked at zabu with a small smirk, zabu hit komao with his elbow but komao had a smaller smirk.

You laughed at them messing around before you reached into the bag pulling out container with a slice of cookie cake inside.

" yay! Thank you, y/n-san."

Komao looked at it as if think he should wait to eat it before he opened it and took a bite.

You smile and reach back into the bag before giving zabu a chocolate bar and a few smaller ones.

" tisk, thanks."

Zabu took it and was hiding his excitement from getting chocolate.

Soon the bell rings for lunch, you walked around the school looking for someone who you have chocolate for.

You walk into the gym looking for outa to give him the chocolate you have for him.

Some siguma members looked at you before they started giving you a hard time.

" what's going on over here?"

Outa had walked over and the siguma members quickly left you alone.

" happy valentine's day, outa."

You said as you gave him mochi chocolate, he took it with a soft smile before he put his hand on your head.

" thank you."

You left the gym and ran into hague and jabashiri eating at a table by the vending machines.

You sit down at the table with them putting the bag next to you.

" hey, good afternoon."

" oh. Hello, y/n-san."

" tisk."

You reach into the bag and give Hague a white chocolate bar, Hague blushed gently take the bar.

Jabashiri was looking at you intently and looked away when you looked at him.

You laughed at him before you put 2 dark chocolate bar in front of him.

" there, you were upset yesterday about the vending machine not having it."

Hague lightly kicked jabashiri's leg before jabashiri said.

" thanks."

The bell rang and you left going to class, you sat next to arajin.

" do you know if mahoro brought any chocolate for anyone?"

" no, I don't think she did."

" oh here."

You reached into your bag and gave him 2 a chocolate bar and shrine offering like chocolate.

" what?"

Arajin flipped over the shrine chocolate and on the back was a small doodle of a small senya.

Soon the last bell rings and you walk off school grounds and to minato kai's base.

You knocked on the door where ken-san was before you slid open the paper door.

Ken-san looked over and sat down, you walked in and sat down as well.

' this is a bit awkward, I was hopeing to leave the chocolate and go.'

You snap out of your thoughts when ken-san gestures for the 2 guys to leave the room.

You reach into your bag and pull out a small box of different chocolates before you hand it to him.

" I didn't know which kind you liked so I got a box of different chocolates."

You said before you jump startled by ken-san bowing, you quickly also bowed.

You could hear the murmurs and whispers of the guys eavesdropping and peeping in through a small crack in the door.

You leave and walk home as the sun is setting, you looked at the sun set and pulled out your phone to take a picture but you couldn't find the perfect angle.

You feel someone's behind you before 2 gloved hands gently take your phone from your hands and held it a bit above your head taking the photo.

" good afternoon, happy valentine's day."

" good afternoon."

You turned to him and tried to take your phone back but he had a tight grip on it.

You look at him pulling on your phone but he won't let go, shindo was giving you a closed eyed smile wanting something.

You reach into your bag and grabbed the last two 2, a chocolate bar and a shrine chocolate bar.

You put the chocolate in his other hand and he let go of your phone.

" thank you."

' bro what the fuck.'

You walked into your house and upstairs onto your bed.

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Thank you for reading!

[ydotome]

Marito Jin (摩利人) - Bucchigiri?! - Episode 6

[ibis-radish]

I knew their colors looked familiar

[queenrojpag]

It did hit him!

[shiruba-tsuki]

Jin Marito ✧ Bucchigiri?! ep. 06

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Arajin Tomoshibi/f!Reader/Marito Jin

Summary: A misunderstanding leads Arajin to realizing he's not quite over his crush on you; it's even harder ignoring his own feelings when you also manage to peak his volatile boyfriend's interest. A/N: This takes place in a AU without magic and honki people. Suggestive language, but no smut: part 2 coming soon! Enjoy! wc: 2.3k

“Let Arajin go!”

Marito felt something smack the back of his head, right dead center of his bun; he slowly turns enough to see you holding a ladle high above your head. You flinched, but held the utensil higher. Arajin shrugged off Marito’s arm; his soul might have ascended from his body, seeing you standing in the middle of the street.

“What are you doing?!”

“It’s okay; you start running, I’ll hold this jerk off!” Your knees shake, threatening to buckle under you at the glare Marito is casting your way. “Run!”

“Wa-wait! It’s not what you think!” Arajin sputters, hands raised as he gets between you and Marito. “What are you even doing here? Mom said you were on serving duty today; just go back to the restaurant-”

“Ara-teen, do you know this little beast?” Marito’s lips form a slow, cold smile. “That must be it; otherwise, I sure hope she has a good reason for attacking me so rudely on our date.”

“Date?” You blink, lowering the ladle to your chest. “Arajin, you…know this guy? So, he’s not bullying you?”

About ten minutes prior, you, a server at the Chu Chu Chinese Restaurant, had been tossing a couple of trash bags out in the dumpster when your eyes spied Arajin walking past with someone you didn’t know. The taller boy’s arm was slung over Arajin’s shoulders and he was talking animatedly, but your immediate assumption was that this stranger was shaking down Arajin for money or favors. You didn’t know at the time Marito Jin was in fact a gang leader, but currently you’re apologizing profusely for your “attack��; Arajin and Marito sat across from each other at an empty table as you explained to them what was going through your mind.

“I feel so dumb.” You bow your head in Marito’s direction specifically. “I really am sorry, I jumped to conclusions; I’ve been worried about Arajin having a tough time at school and I guess…I assumed the worst. I’m so sorry, Jin-san.”

“I’ll let it go this time.” Marito says coolly, barely glancing your way. “I wouldn’t normally let you live after such an offense, but for Ara-teen’s sake, I’ll excuse your rudeness.”

Arajin gulped: there’s no way he can tell you Marito is actually not only a juvenile delinquent but a dangerous psycho. No, it’s better you don’t get involved in any of this; Arajin’s known you most of his life. His mother and yours had been friends forever and when your mother passed, you had been all but adopted. You made ends meet working at Chu Chu; you were earnest and hard working but something of a worry wart, at least when it came to Arajin.

“You really don’t have to worry about me,” Arajin tries to sound casual and breezy as you set down two cups of hot tea. “Marito might seem scary but he is a…well, he’s very…he would never, uh…” 

Okay, maybe it’s dishonest to try and tell you Marito is a “good” person but Arajin really doesn’t want you to be concerned; if anything, he knows Marito is going to be the first person to throw down on his behalf should anyone even try to hurt him. Now, whether or not Marito will be inflicting any of that pain himself, that’s something Arajin can’t quite say for sure. 

“Is your head okay?” You look around Marito’s head; you lightly touch the spot you made contact with. “I can get you some ice.”

“Wow, you are wound up tight.” Marito slaps your hand away, but it’s more of a light swat than anything. “Ara-teen, tell her to calm down and bring us food; it’s bad enough our date got interrupted, I’m starving.” he whined as you left to fetch them some appetizers. “Also, you didn’t ask how my head was…”

“You said it didn’t hurt though,” Arajin grumbles under his breath, blowing on his tea. “I can’t believe this. What on earth was she thinking?”

“Is she your guard dog? A little beast like her couldn’t hurt a fly.” Marito snickers, teeth baring wolfishly. “Don’t tell me she thinks you need her to protect you.”

“It’s more like…she’d step in to help anyone.” Arajin smiles a little himself; he remembers how hard you were shaking, the real fear behind your bold glare. “She’s crazy, that girl.”

“Hey, who are we talking about here?” You come back to their table with two plates loaded up with food. “Arajin, so mean.”

“No, I didn’t mean it how it sounded!” Arajin scrambles to explain himself. “You were really cool back there actually.”

“Aw, come on, you and I both know I’m useless in a fight; that was all a bluff.” You address Marito. “Besides, he’s the one who looks cool. I really like your hair and piercings.”

“Flattery won’t get you on my good side.” 

“No, I’m serious.” You tell him with some surprise. “I’m sure you get this a lot, but you could be a model or something; of course, Arajin’s still the cutest. He’s off the charts when it comes to being a cutie pie.”

“Ugh, don’t make fun of me.” 

“Come on, no need to be modest in front of your date.” You tease. “He knows what I’m talking about, right Jin-san?”

“I’m an expert.” Marito agrees, fixing Arajin with a knowing look. “You should see how cute he looks when-”

“KNOCK IT OFF!”

“Soooo scary!” Marito cackles. “Is your face red from anger? Or something else?”

“You’re both awful.”

Arajin scoffs but inwardly he’s getting…tingly. It’s almost like both you and Marito are flirting with him, giving him all this attention. He has to remind himself you’re just being nice.

Marito takes a chicken skewer and tears a bite of juicy meat off with a satisfied hum. “Hm, these are different.”

“Oh that one is my recipe.” You grin. “Arajin, do you like it?”

“It’s delicious.” 

“Yay!”

Arajin feels his chest swell at the look of pride on your face; honestly he would happily swallow unseasoned glass shards by the spoonful if you asked him to. You were wrong: if anyone’s cute it’s you. God, he’s only been back for a few months; Arajin thought by now you wouldn’t have the same effect on him, especially now he’s seeing someone. To be fair, with Marito he wasn’t exactly given a choice, but still. 

“Feed me, Ara-teen!” Marito leans over the table and points to his open mouth. “I want a dumpling.”

“You have hands!” 

Arajin’s cheeks flush and he hopes you don’t notice. He uses his chopsticks to take a dumpling and pops it into his mouth, ignoring Marito’s whimper, but hunger wins out and he takes a dumpling for himself. 

“Here, don’t forget the sauce.” Arajin slides the bottle over to Marito. “You always eat too fast and forget to use it.”

“Aw, thanks honey~”

“Don’t. Call. Me. That.”

“Yum!” Marito licks his lips eagerly. “These really hit the spot.”

“I hope you like them; I still feel bad about earlier, so I doubled the portion.” You smile sweetly, hands clasped to your chest. “I made them with lots and lots of love, just for you two!”

Arajin almost chokes when your hands form a heart shape; Marito pauses mid bite as you shoot them with a “love beam” and giggle childishly. 

“Chu!” You blow them a kiss. “Please let me know if you want anything else; have fun on your date, Arajin-it was nice to meet you, Jin-san.”

Arajin can barely stop himself from staring as the skirt of your uniform flounces around your thighs and your hips sway with every step.

“I see how it is.” Marito leans over the table with a sly smile. “Ara-teen, bad boy. You’re practically family, aren’t ya? Does she know about your little crush? Or were you childhood sweethearts? Don’t say it’s so, I’ll be jealous.”

“No, no, no! We’re barely friends, my mom knew her mom, she’s just…”

But Arajin can tell Marito isn’t buying his excuses; of course he’s thought about you that way. 

“I liked her.” Arajin confesses quietly. “She’s cute and she's a good person: I admire her, that's all."

Cute, brave, sweet, and only the most perfect girl and Arajin knows he doesn’t have a chance in hell. Besides, you don’t see him that way; he might as well be your kid brother, the way you fuss and act so protectively. 

“I can see it now: two love birds who grew up together, getting married and running this place, a few kids maybe, real domestic. Blegh.” Marito rolls his eyes. “I bet your mom would be thrilled; is she planning the wedding? You're not just playing with me to pass the time, are ya?”

“You know mom likes you; you shocked her maybe, but she thinks you're funny and cool.” Arajin replies with a small smile. "Not that she wouldn't be happy with anyone as long as they treat me well. The only thing that would make the old hag happier is maybe if you and I and-”

“We all got together? You, me, and that little beast?” Marito picks up a dumpling, almost gingerly with his chopsticks, inspecting it with an odd half smile. “Nah, more like…a nervous little kitten who doesn’t know how to use her claws yet. She needs training.” 

Arajin watches Marito carefully; he’s been acting off all afternoon. More so, at least. 

"You heard what she said: besides, she hates fighting." Arajin remarks, passing Marito the whole plate of skewers. "Go on, these are your favorite right?"

"They're best when you make 'em though." Marito winks, basically salivating as he picks up another stick. "I bet you've had a lot of her cooking, huh?"

"Why do you keep bringing the conversation back to her?" Arajin sighs; his teas gone cold but he's too anxious to call you back over to bring more. "My mom teaches her and she has me for a guinea pig. Actually when she started cooking it was awful."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, always over salted or undercooked or burned, you name it." Arajin recalls various failed dishes he had been assigned to taste test. "She'd do it over and over again though. It was important to her. Mom would tell her food can be an expression of personality; I guess that's why she put so much effort into doing better."

Every time, you would go to him with a hopeful spark in your eyes; even now you're self conscious about how your food tastes. Arajin would say the practice paid off, but considering he would consume poison made with your painstaking care, maybe he's not the one you should've been going to for critiques.

"Her food tastes like her." Marito smacks his lips in satisfaction. "I taste it."

"The saying isn't really literal." Arajin smiles in exasperation. "What are you even tasting?"

Marito leans his chin on his hand; he has a much more subdued expression and the abrupt change on his demeanor isn't lost on Arajin. Marito is being serious.

"Filling warmth."

"Filling...warmth?"

"It's kinda like," Marito drawls. "There's heat in my belly; I already ate so much, I know I shouldn't eat more, but I can't get enough. Don't ya taste it?"

"Yeah, well," Arajin scratches his cheek. "I'd say it's comforting? Something like that."

“So, you do have a crush."

"Marito, lower your voice please!"

"Says the one squealing like a little girl; gotta say, I’m a bit disappointed in you, Ara-teen. All this time and you never tried to claim her? Normally you woulda been kissin' her ass and the ground she walks on, but you're holding back?” Marito asks, almost as if he’s genuinely curious. “You’re so odd: fiery and bold one minute and all shy and timid the next.”

“I mean, we’re…together now, so what does it matter? Come on, it's not funny, Marito. We're on a date but you keep trying to-to goad me into flirting or something.” Arajin glances around, but no one seems to be paying them any mind. “You act like you want me to make a move on her.”

“Maybe I do.”

Arajin watches, gaping as Marito sinks his teeth into the last dumpling; he’s staring towards where you’re speaking with his mother behind the bar counter. You’re nodding, looking fairly serious now, at the ready and eager to help. Arajin can feel his heart fluttering again and he jumps when Marito’s foot slides to tap his own under the table; Arajin looks up but Marito’s eyes are still on you, a strained smile playing on his lips, as if he's trying to not laugh. 

Although everything on the table has been devoured already, Arajin wouldn't know it from the hungry way Marito scans your face, the way his tongue darts out as if to savor any trace left of the meal you had brought them. He looks ready to lick the empty plate clean: except, his eyes are still on you.

Arajin squirms in his seat and at the same moment, you seem to have noticed them staring. You wave sweetly, smiling at them; Arajin could dissolve into a puddle as Marito reaches under the table to grasp at his knee.

"Hey, ya know what we oughta do? Let's adopt a kitten."

"What?!" Arajin gasps, words cut off as Marito slides his wandering hand further to his thigh. "Stop teasing, this really, really, isn't funny..."

“I thought you liked when I teased you?" Marito giggles maniacally. "Anyway, she did say with lots and lots of love for us. Or are you so worked up you can't remember?"

"I don't think she meant..I-I couldn't-"

"Please, Ara-teen? Pretty, pretty please?" Marito coos and simpers; there's a hint of pink rising in his pale cheeks. “I wanna play with that kitten.”