#Yasuhiro smut

[chatterbox-73]

Kinktober 2024.

Day 1 - Debt.

Yasuhiro Hagakure x Yakuza reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary/inspiration/prompt: this was a request but this lovely person - @princeasimdiya12

I hope you enjoy and I’ve done your request justice😅🥰

Word count: 3.6k

CW: NSFW and adult content, harem, hypnotising, chastity cage, rough sex/other sexual activity, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, spanking, dub-con/non-con (cause of the hypnotising), mention of yakuza.

You had been running a Yakuza gang for a while now, several years in fact, you had amassed a large number of followers, though unbeknownst to the world most of those people had been placed under a hypnotizing spell.

You sat in your office, leaning back in your chair legs up and resting on the back on an almost near naked man kneeling on all fours, a brunette with no defining features, nothing that made him stand out. You like that, you like men with a ‘standard’ look, like a default male character in every video game, they were so mouldable, bending into any shape you’d like, and today’s client was no different.

Yasuhiro Hagakure was a man who had borrowed money for you four months ago, it was a large sum and he had insisted he could pay it back in full, however now he was sitting very uncomfortably before you explaining he in fact couldn’t pay back in full what he had borrowed, but was definitely going to be able to pay the last 30% of his loan in a few months, this however was not good enough, you value honestly and it was still a large sum of money, what if he chose to flee and not pay back his debt, you just couldn’t let that happen.

You stood and walked around your desk, you caressed Yasuhiro’s cheek and leant down slightly, “You’re quite a naughty boy” you smiled and pinched his cheek, “but don’t worry I have a way for you to repay your debt… if you’ll take my offer” you pressed you lips to his forehead and chuckled as he shivered under your lips, you sat back on your desk and continued to hold his cheek, “what can I do?” Yasuhiro asked as he looked up at you. Reaching into your pocket, you pulled a small pocket-watch out and held it up for him to see, “you see this, if I use it a certain way I can hypnotise people…” you smiled and the man gulped, “you want to hypnotised me?” He asked and you hummed, “yes, I enjoy having completed and blind devotion…” you leant back into him again, “…it really gets my rocks off, for a lack of better words” you laughed and he quickly glanced over to the half naked man kneeling on the ground next to your desk, “will you turn me into something like him?” Yasuhiro asked and you smiled brightly, so brightly in fact your eyes began to squint, “yes… yes I will, but only until your debt is payed” you spoke with so much enthusiasm it almost calmed his nerves.

“So the skimpy clothes and all?” Yasuhiro asked and you nodded, “for how long?” He asked and you leant back again, before resting your chin in your hand, “hmm… six months” you hummed. Honestly you were being generous, you very well could have made his punishment for a year, or even sixteen months if you so wished, but alas you were feeling generous and his cute, clueless little face wasn’t helping. “…oh and just so you know I’m being generous, so answer carefully” you winked and Yasuhiro nodded, “so I’ll just have to be like that guy for six months?” He asked and you rolled your eyes, “more or less, this guy is completely useless, he’s only good for a leg-rest and some eye candy” you chuckled, before looking to Yasuhiro with a serious expression, “are you useless, Hiro?” You asked in a seductive tone and he only shook his head, you shifted back into a sitting position on your desk and lifted a leg onto his shoulder, “very well, so me just how useful you are” you hiked up your long skirt and gave him a full view of you lacy panties.

Yasuhiro gulped and knelt down before you, “you want me to eat it, yeah?” He questioned and you rolled your eyes, “you’re starting to show me, you’re all looks and no brains… I told you to show me how useful you are” you groaned and he nodded because grabbing your hips, he gently pulled your clothed cunt towards him, Yasuhiro pulled your panties off in a swift movement and dove right in, his tongue flattened and moved over your swollen clit in a circular motion, you moaned and grabbed at his mattlocs for support, “maybe I will have a use for you” you hummed and he groaned against your cunt, he moved two fingers up to your opening and began trusting them in, in all honesty you had started to feel yourself getting closer to coming, he was good there was no denying that but he still had too much control, now that was a turn off.

You reached for your pocket-watch and held it up, “Yasuhiro, look here” you smiled and he looked up still working in your cunt, suddenly there was a series of flashes from your watch and Yasuhiro eyes went blank, his tongue and fingers stopped moving and he just knelt there, “finish me off with your cock… after all it’ll be that last time you get to use it for the next six months” you laugh and watched as he stood, almost robotically he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his stiff and aching member, you smiled and flicked his tip, “aww how cute, it’s all red and aching… be honest, are you really that desperate for me” you grinned and Yasuhiro groaned “yeah… yes…” he mumbled and you laughed, before he stepped closer and you placed a hand on his chest, “wait… you need to strip first…” you hummed and the man stepped back, before he began frantically pulling his clothes off, until he stood completely naked before you.

That’s what you were looking for the blind devotion, the lack of question, just ‘yes and do’. You hummed and called Yasuhiro forward, you lifted your feet up into the desk putting yourself into an open legged squatting position, you leaned back and rested your hands on the desk, you watch the man carefully as he began sliding his tip along the folds, he groaned and muttered something, “hurry up now… I have other meetings to get to” you rushed and he nodded before slipping in you, Yasuhiro instantly set into a steady rhythm, soft rhythmic thrusts that made your eyes roll back, his hips angled up perfectly, his girth and length orgasmic alone, but his skill was something else… though there was something Yasuhiro was missing, “go harder baby… make it worth it, after all this will be the last hole you get to fuck for six months” you chuckled through a string of moans, you were mostly only joking, six months was barbaric but the way his hips began to snap towards you still keeping it’s rhythmic pattern and angle just increasing strength, you told yourself it was alright to be selfish and a bit barbaric, because a cock this perfect should be protected and kept secret. You cried out loudly and wrapped your arms around his neck, you felt yourself beginning to topple over the edge, though Yasuhiro didn’t falter or break for one moment even as your cunt squeeze so tightly it tried to force out his perfect cock, however he only held his bace and continued his forceful assault on your abused little pussy, “oh fuck, I’m so close… you are one such a good boy” you moaned in his ear and you could have swore you saw him shutter slightly, though you were now too far gone and slipped it to the back of your mind, “I think you might be closer to getting permission to cum, you’d like that wouldn’t you” you chuckled and ran your nails down his biceps to his forearms that were planted firmly onto the desk, “make my squirt and I’ll let you cum in me… or he’ll have to eat your cum” you huffed out a laugh and gesture to the man still kneeling on the floor, “and his useless with his tongue” you whispered in Yasuhiro ear and he suddenly brought a hand to your cunt, before he began rubbing your clit frantically. It felt good but definitely not enough to get you to squirt, though as if he could tell this he grabbed your hips and pulled you off the desk before turning you over and pressing your chest to the desk, you gasped and he roughly shoved himself back into you, you whined and gripped the desk tightly, you felt him lift your skirt up your hip exposing your ass, he then rubbed two wet fingers over your tightly puckered hole, you moaned and cried as he pressed these fingers into you and began thrusting them, matching the rhythm and ferocity of his hips, those just as you thought he had reached his limit Yasuhiro pressed a finger from his free hand to your clit rubbing it frantically, you began to lose yourself again, legs shaking, back arching, hole quivering, but you weren’t close to squirting and just as you were about to let go, Yasuhiro pinched your clit and added a third finger, that was it and he quickly pulled away from you as you began cumming, and with him pulling out came a large gust of liquid, you gave yourself a moment to catch your breath before you turned and sat your wet ass back on the desk.

You frowned and pressed a finger over the slit on the tip of Yasuhiro’s cock, he moaned and you smiled, “I’m impressed you did the impossible, but if you ever manhandle me again…” you growled and wrapped your head around his shaft, before moving another hand to his sack and squeezing roughly, this caused him to cry out and his knees to buckle, “…I’ll rip it off and that’ll be your payment to me” you laughed watching his face contort, before letting him go and allowing him to catch himself, “alright now finish inside me, you’re wasting time with all your whining” you hummed and lifted a leg up onto his shoulder, pulling him close and helping him guide his length in, he pumped his base as he moved in and out of you in quick shallow thrusts, you reached down and massaged his tender sack, “alright cum for me baby” you moaned softly, your nose pressed to his as you looked him dead in the eyes and just for a moment the blank look in his eyes disappeared and life came back to them, but once you felt his hot seed invaded your cunt he’s eyes quickly returned to the blank lifeless state they once were, his groans and whimpers were shallow as you continued to massage his sack to ensure he had complete emptied himself in you, “you’re so generous, but unfortunately my generosity has reached it’s limit…” you climbed off your desk and walked around it, opening one of the draws and pulling out a small silk bag, along with a pack of wipes, you walked back towards him.

You placed all the items on your desk before pulling two wipes, you grabbed Yasuhiro’s member that had been to deflate, you held his base before gripping it tightly and pumping your hand down, forcing any excess cum from his cock, he grunted and clenched his fist, in all honesty you were impressed how much control over his own thoughts and feelings he had, usually most men would be completely lost to the world, they’d been drooling, mindless puppets ready to do as you please, yet here he was still showing emotions, like anger, desperation and more importantly pleasure. You wipes him clean and looked up at him with a smile, “it’s a good thing I’m doing this…” you hummed and turned grabbing the small bag before opening it, you pulled out a pink cock ring and held it up to him, “pink is definitely your colour baby” you hummed and leant down, you grabbed one of Yasuhiro’s balls and slipped it through the ring before doing the same with the other, he hissed and you chuckled, “first time, huh?” You grabbed his flaccid cock and slipped it through the ring.

After adjusting and pushing the ring, it was time to cage Yasuhiro in, you grabbed a small plastic baggie out and removed the thigh material tube from it, you pulled the tube over and just passed his tip, before threading the other side of the material through the cage and out through the urethra opening, you then began to gently pull his flaccid cock into the cage using the material and once his cock was nice and snug to gently pull the machine away from him and the cage, before you moved to adjust his foreskin. You reached back into the silk bag one last time, now finally pulling out the lock and key, you pulled the cage towards the ring and locked them together, before slipping his key into your pocket, you sat back on your desk and admire your handy work, “aww so cute, don’t you think?” You looked up into Yasuhiro’s eyes, he hesitated for a moment “yes ma’am, very cute” he spoke in a robotic manner and you nodded, before looking back to the man still kneeling on the floor next to your desk, “you there, get up and take him to get dressed…” you called and the man instantly stood, not once hesitating, “…something pink, got it?” You spoke and the man grabbed Yasuhiro’s hand entwining there finger, “yes ma’am” he spoke in the same robotic manner as Yasuhiro, before pulling him out of the room, you walked back around your desk and sat back into your chair, calling for someone to come in and clean the mess left behind from you meeting with Yasuhiro.

You watched as two men cleaned your desk and the floor, while another knelt before you wiping your folds of any cum, you hummed and brushed a hand through the man’s soft black hair, “gentle baby, my pussy sensitive… he really went in on me” you spoke and the man nodded as he leaned in, before gently massaging your inner thighs, “I’m worried, Yasuhiro’s not like all of you, it’s almost like my hypnotising didn’t fully work on him or perhaps he’s slightly immune” you sighed and pushed the man between your legs away and stood, “I wonder how long it will hold, it surly won’t last until the six months are up” you hummed and began walking to the office door, “after your finish all this I need my bed prepared, he’s annoyed me and I need to relax” you grumble and received a harmony of ‘yes’ from the three men.

Months had pasted and you had found yourself spending more and more time with Yasuhiro, he had been such a calming influence for you and when things became too overwhelming he was able to free you any and all stress with merely his tongue and fingers, like now, a rival gang’s leader had been pestering you over territory but you were having none of it, you eventually had to resort to threatening to hypnotise him if he didn’t let it go, after he had left in a hurry you called Yasuhiro in and demanded he get to work between your legs, which he had with no hesitation, lips sucked your clit while three of his fingers thrust in and out of you quickly, “fuck, you’re my good boy, ain’t ya” you moaned and he hummed in approval, you hand brushed over his long mattlocs, you felt your cunt tighten around his fingers for the umpteenth time before liquid begins to leak from your sloppy hole, “lick it up, don’t let any of it go to waste…” you moaned and he moved quickly pulling his fingers out, he thrust his tongue in you and began to wiggle it in a circular motion before slowly pulling it out and licking flat long strips along your folds, “…if a single drop hits that ground I’ll have to spank you” you laughed and he groaned against your pussy, he sat back on him legs and looked up at you, as time had passed your suspicions had been made correct as you had noticed he had almost completely broken from the hypnotism, though despite this he still acted did exactly what you wanted, no matter what you asked he did willingly, it made you wonder how faithful he’d be and when the times up, would he want to leave you or had he gotten so comfortable he’d only ever want to stay.

“Let’s go for a drive” you smiled and cupped his cheeks, before running your hand down his neck and over his shoulder, you grabbed the strap of the lacy pink bra he had on and pulled it before letting it go, this caused the strap to flick back into Yasuhiro’s shoulder, he flinched and looked at you with a large set of pathetic eyes, you chuckled and leant down kissing him and running your hands down his chest, until you reached the short skirt he was wearing, you lifted the material and looked as the pink cage over his cock, “what a pretty little thing” you grinned and reached for the tip of the cage, you rubbed a finger over the slit at the end of his caged in penis, Yasuhiro gasped and you saw pre-cum leak from his anger red tip, “aww I almost feel bad and to be honest I’ve been thinking a lot about letting you fuck me against” you hummed and you watched as a hopeful glint entered his eyes, “but then I remember how out of control you were…” you cupped his sack and began massaging it, but your eyes became hard and you squeezed his ball gently, “and no matter how good your dick is, I’m not going to let that happen again” you snarled and Yasuhiro nodded frantically, “yes ma’am” he cried and you stood before walking to the door, you looked back and gestured for him to follow you.

Standing on the pier looking out at the ocean, “you have a month left on your debt…” you forced a smile and Yasuhiro nodded, “so how long have you not been under the hypnosis?” You asked through slightly gritted teeth and he you’d at you in surprise for a moment, Yasuhiro shrugs and places a hand on your shoulder, “a while, I didn’t want you to get mad a me or kill me… or whatever…” he chuckles nervously before sliding his hand down your back, “though if I’m being honest I rather enjoy living with you and all the other guys” he hummed before continuing, “I’ve got a pretty good deal going on here… I get to bro it up with a bunch of cool dudes in my spare time, I get free food and housing, sexy and trending clothes… even if they’re for sexy women, and of course I get to spend most of my days with my head buried between a beautiful woman’s legs” he sighed and turned to fully face you, he huffed and lifted his skirt revealing his pink chastity cage, “this thing is probably the only downside, it’s not a dealbreaker but it’s be nice to free my little guy once in a while, he’s gettin lonely” he chuckled and grabbed your hand, you laughed and shook your head, “unbelievable… all this time you just went with it… wow” you sighed and now it was Yasuhiro’s turn to shake his head, “no, I genuinely enjoyed being with you and everyone else… I only want to have my little guy freed” he smiled and you thought for a moment looking out at the ocean, “I’ll free you of that cage and all your debt right now, if you so wish, but you’ll have to leave me and everyone else, you will never be permitted to see us again” you explained and Yasuhiro stood next to you quietly listening, “or I’ll let you stay and you’ll be mine forever, but you’ll have to though this away” you held up the key to his chastity cage and he swallowed, “you’re cock is perfect, I won’t lie to you about that… but you and I both forgot ourselves when your in me” you explained and he nodded. You grabbed Yasuhiro’s hand and placed the key in his hand, “I’ll never be able to be hard again” he hummed and you smiled, you almost couldn’t believe he was contemplating this that much, “but I can think of life without you and the guys, I love having breakfast with them and having you for lunch, dinner and dessert” he chuckled, suddenly without warning Yasuhiro wound his arm back and threw the key as far away as possible, he huffed and you looked at him in shock, you definitely didn’t expect that but you were pleased to say the last, “can we go home?” He asked and you nodded grabbing his hand entwining your fingers, before walking back to the car. Once seated comfortably in the can Yasuhiro laid his head down on your lap and you began brushing a hand over he soft Mattlocs, “I’m so proud of you my good boy” you hummed and ran a hand over his chest, before pinching one of his nipples, you forced back on the ocean and allowed the bright smile to cross your lips, you reached a hand in your pocket and felt another key, you wouldn’t tell him, not yet or maybe not ever, he had to stay your good boy as long as he was willing to.

Kinktober Masterlist

Day 2 - Dabi/Toya Todoroki: Wax Play

[haitanology]

all is said and done before doomsday comes ; s62 x fem!reader

—it’s no secret that tenjiku brings misfortune to all those whose red fabric bleeds onto their skin. before the dooming tragedy crashes upon all of your closest friends, you indulge yourselves in a night where all limits break, tasting what once was forbidden to them.

warning — smut (mdni) ! gangbang, sub!reader, rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), orgasm denial, double penetration, anal, dacryphilia, squirting, lots of cum/spit/tears, creampie, praising, body worship, overstimulation, size kink, reader’s eyes are covered at one point, 69, mating press (?), some of them are filthy little freaks and others nasty little shits, kakucho not invited bc he was 14 at the time, got a master’s in dickology i guess bc never have i ever described so many with such detail, there’s probably more i missed idk

wc ~ 9.6k

note, this. this is what i bring to the function. the inability to write porn without plot, always shoving in feelings everywhere.

part i. my heart for thought.

the day before the fight between tenjiku and toman, all men close to you meet up for dinner at your apartment. a tradition dear to you ever since they were boys, with so much anger on their cupped hands spilled in the violence that filled their every desire. yet, not a single drop ever splashed onto you, their touch soft albeit drenched in murderous blood.

paths crossed after stumbling upon their formation, running away from a crowd of high school boys —at the time way older and bigger— you were the reason for their first conquest as tenjiku. a bond forged with the vivid red of your hearts’, the black of the darkness that surrounds them and the white of the ray of hope you offer.

ever since then you’ve been friends, the closest ones could ever be. your heartbeats merged; a yearning for your warmth naive. presence leaving traces of heat on their cheeks, some dark red much like their uniforms.

however, time passes, and before you now stand men. knuckles bruised and innocence gone, viciousness part of their hearts along with the thirst for a bigger power. and even then, a big chunk of their hearts and souls has never left your hands, having them crave more strongly —never understanding what they even wanted.

also having grown with them, with each year your fear has only grounded itself further. roots wrapping around your feet and having you stay put as the world they have constructed opened itself to you. screams laced in agony and tears reflecting sadness, you were aware one day those sadistic grins would perish. the thought eats you alive night and day, in your nightmares and dreams.

it wasn’t the loneliness that scared you, but the idea of losing the blood that pumps your heart. romantically, there’s nothing (or so you say); despite that, the strings that connected you to them are thicker —tough to break and more tense than they have ever been.

so tense they could come undone and tie themselves back up to a bond that’s even mightier. but nothing can make them crumble, you are sure of it.

“i don’t want you guys to fight tomorrow.” you leave your words to hang in the air, washed in the scent of loitering takeout boxes, steam circling around them.

outside, the vast darkness is splattered by dots of light. not following a pattern, entangled in their dance, two stars farther than the rest. in the wide crystals that separate your group from the cold winter night, calmness is reflected.

you barely whisper, but their attention is always on you, so to them it was as loud as a scream. a plead for tranquility to finally settle, heart stripped to vulnerability.

“why the hell not?” shion retorts, although his tone isn’t mad nor pissed off. eyes on you, like they’ve always been, feasting on your pouting lips.

he keeps the head shake to himself, chopsticks navigating through his food to keep his mind occupied. nevertheless, the plopping sounds coming from the boxed noodles have him swallowing down an invisible lump in his throat.

“have a bad feeling, dunno.” shrugging, you mumble, dulcet to combat shion’s unconscious roughness. a gesture he silently thanks, chest constricted inside of him.

not having touched the food tonight, your hands rest in heavy fists on top of your thighs. your stomach mocks you, feasting on the concern that drops upon it, twisting in giddiness that makes itself painful to you. the living room’s icy kisses bring you shivers, its presence heavy.

when the younger haitani scoffs, forcing you out of the mortal trap that are your thoughts, you notice the piercing ache in your head from your harsh wrinkles in between furrowed brows. you don’t want them to misinterpret your worrying for anger —not that they would— the curve they form now more upset.

“nothing will happen.” rindou waves your fear off with a lazy hand from his place in one of the couches. the smile he gifts you gives a tender hug, so joyful and relaxed. “as long as you’re alive, none of us could ever think of leaving you.”

they don’t need to say it out loud; they all agree.

on the other hand, you offer rindou a smile of your own. it’s nervous, trembling while it holds itself up, but ravishing in his eyes. swimming in a vivid purple, his pupils grow bigger, lights reflecting a desire for your wellbeing —a desire for you.

his words can do wonders, and while it may be just for a short time, you can proclaim there’s been an instant tonight where you’ve felt everything would be alright. the world sure wasn’t ending tomorrow, not when that same world declares it won’t. no matter what, all because of you.

yet it’s all in your eyes, wide and averting. the terror has taken over you like a parasite, taking more than sweet words to get rid of.

“yeah, we’re plenty strong!” mochi exclaims, his grin triumphant. arm lifted, he flexes it with pride to which shion rolls his eyes, but the short snort you utter makes it worth it. “what, you don’t trust us?”

your eyes broaden even more when you hear his dejected question, his smirk fallen into a disappointed frown. you shake your head, rapidly so. trusting their strength; with your heart in their hands, you don’t want it to suffer.

throughout the years, the bond that connects you to them has proven to be ever growing. your mind, body and soul as much of a part of them as your own. same for them, who have given all of those to you when all you knew were their names. if it were to be severed, something within you would die, and if it happened to morph into a more passionate craving —one none of you answer to nor understand— you’d fear for the unknown future, and the growth within your heart.

“it’s not that, i’m ju— just—“ you don’t mean to stumble upon your words, the same way you don’t want them to think you can’t leave fate on their calloused hands. taking a deep breath, you gulp. “just—“

but your words are deep in your chest, unable to get out. your gaze glistens, honing onto your fidgeting hands, blinking any trace of the soon to come tears. the bad omen only makes its presence more evident to you, poking its ugly tongue, invisible to anyone else in the living room. it’s real, vivid, and it makes you—

“scared?” it’s mucho who completes your train of thought in your stead, always listening to your heart, inviting him to the confines of your mind.

he’s never needed many words, his gaze hungry for the knowledge of you. and when you nod, answering his query, his expression relaxes. although only when your terror has truly subsided, will he rest peacefully.

“i’m terrified.” you confess, the moon at its highest peak in the darkest sea. voice thin, breakable with a simple touch.

they loathe it, your distress. a stab to their hearts even when someone else’s fright pumps it back to life. to them, that was love, caging your fragile heart in their arms so that their backs take all the damage.

a hushed promise is shared between all of them, one to save you from that dismay, no matter what it takes or how it’s done. it’s sealed, and so is the night’s fate.

there’s shuffling, muted steps silent against the floor below. in front of you stand a pair of black socks, looking up to come across the diminished violet hues of izana. a deep color honed in violence, shining with anger that once glimmered with joy. ruined by the big heart of who he thought was his brother, so eager to bring up mikey to the life they shared —their secrets, their bond, broken by the youngest’s toothy grin.

alas, you haven’t been tainted by his ill-fated hands yet, secured by his own presence. his hand, small but grounding, delicate despite how many punches it has thrown at the world around him. all blood is cleaned, resting on your thigh, caressing your skin.

an electrifying touch, much like the others’, having you sweat. heat on your face, heart hungry, but you’ve never given it much thought. you’ve always loved them, willing for the emptiness of your body to fill itself with yearning so as to not sacrifice what was carefully built.

izana speaks in gentle promises and strong declarations. he doesn’t sugarcoat what’s intense, allowing it to crush whoever hears him, wanting his love to be known. you know they do love you, but the blind eye you all turn to when it comes to the dissatisfaction of your desires will always yell louder.

“we love you, so much.” more than you could know, the silence completes, unheard.

you find the hidden words with ease, nothing will happen to us, he says, and what izana says, goes. but they are blind to the scythe in the middle of the room, itching to spin around and take its next victim. and you know, between you and those whose red jackets bleed, the result will always be one of them.

“enough to drop the fight?” you counter, your decisive frown challenging them. deepening once izana gives a slow shake of his head.

“enough to refuse to die.”

his response isn’t as reassuring as you would have liked, no matter how deep his words puncture. he gives your flesh a firm squeeze, eyes widening at the tight grip on your thigh.

clearing his throat, he turns back to his place on the couch. a small smirk, concealed as triumph when all it really shows is satisfaction. actions given out to make you forget the disappointment due to his answer.

you sit there, missing the warmth of his presence; the contact on your skin. cravings come back up, like bile stuck to your throat. you need to keep it away, as you have always done.

gulping, you focus on the clock’s ticking. small conversations are carried out between them: shion’s obnoxious laughter and rindou’s childish chuckles, the serenity of mucho’s presence, mochi’s boyish pride, the veiled kindness izana attempts to hide or ran’s attentive listening that you know makes him caring —even though he sometimes uses all he knows to poke fun at them.

you love tenjiku, even kakucho, who couldn’t be there tonight. his spot is empty, unoccupied, chopsticks untouched on top of the table. you don’t care, keeping him close to your heart as well.

“i’ll protect them, always.” mumbling, ran’s lips curve up into a smile full of fondness. adoration sparkling the hyacinth tint of his pupils, capturing the memories of the people he treasures for himself.

your own smile engraved on his mind forever, one he makes sure will always stay that way. along the light in your eyes, never dimming despite their company. you make them forget what they are, and what friends would they be if they don’t return the favor?

dinner ends when the moon is at the brightest peak of her journey. between indistinctive chatter you all clean up, the suffocating smell of food consumed by the strong winds from the ajar window.

goodbyes happen as they have done ever since the beginning. strong hugs that last longer than usual this time, pressing you closer to them, some hiding the goosebumps caused by your nose against the side of their necks. others decant for kisses on your cheek, lips so different but exuding the same elation —the exact same passion that burns you from the inside out.

the door opens; you wish for this night to keep going. a reckless dream that should have been more precise.

“i love you guys.” through wobbly words, you manage to say in a flimsy voice. stare avoiding theirs, and lips pressed together tightly. “thank you, for being in my life.”

you blink, trying to dry off your watery eyes. back of your hand wiping them, getting rid of any trace of tears. your heartbeat quickens its pace, moving its way up to your throat, unable to add anything else.

but you turn to them, fear aside, wanting to take one more look before the inevitable happens. and when you do, you come across their gaping mouths and reddish blushes, their hearts going so crazy they are just as speechless. something was different, less friendly; more intricate.

it’s shion who breaks the silence, knowing that if any of them were to touch you now, what would happen could break what was so carefully tied together. they hated to fight against what they wanted, but they could never win if it meant for everything to crumble to pieces.

the world was so unfair, depriving all of you of the purest of loves, and the night to seal it off.

“you’re gonna make me blush, cutie.” shion smirks, more a grimace than anything else, turning around to walk towards the elevator. with an aching heart and disappointment, the others follow his lead too.

“yeah, he’s gonna have to go home quickly to beat his meat in peace.” mochi snorts, their backs to you, leaving you to listen to their forced chuckles.

“oh shut the fuck up! you don’t want me to start talking.” threat dangerous enough to have mochi’s mouth shut, you dread for the moment the elevator arrives. maybe it’s for the best, as all fun has now turned sour, frustrations hard to hide in each and every expression.

you loathe this departure, the bad feeling hugging you so close you choke on your misfortune and the emptiness in your body and soul. no choice but to sit back on your couch, loveless and alone, dreading for horrible news you are sure will end up coming true.

the elevator dings, doors opening wide. before they close, all of them spare you one last look, blended in sadness and failure, for your fear persists in your shaking figure and your pleading eyes. maybe they should have kissed you so hard, you have nothing on your mind but that. filling your thoughts with each of them, helping you sleep, doing whatever it takes. but they can’t do any of that.

after all, you’re just their bestest friend. a step they’re satisfied standing in, or they convince themselves they are, at least. but has there ever been someone to stay in the middle of some stairs, waiting forever for something to happen, not making their way up themselves?

the elevator closes; so does your door. the spare key still in its place inside the potted plant by the entrance.

part ii. my body for dinner.

your bedroom welcomes you with a cold hearted hug, having you wrap your arms around yourself. the huge windows make way for the night painted in streaks of melancholy, the city below so lively; you so dejected.

giving your bed a single glance, you can already tell sleep won’t be coming tonight nor tomorrow. your love is laughable to you, shy and unwilling to make itself braver, sticking to comfort.

what’s so comforting about the loneliness you are doomed to drown in? where no helping hands remain alive to pick you up, having no choice but to join the men you love in death?

tonight will be full of these thoughts, you know that, yet they still hurt. each a stab to your body, a mockery at your soul. every ounce of positivity you try to get out of your system mere carnage to them. it had to be today, you should have crossed that line that unconsciously formed.

allowed them to come closer to you. much like shion’s calloused hands and their cold touch creeping up from behind you, covering your eyes and whispering close to your ear.

“boo!” you shriek, shoulders tense as you jump up in place. however shion’s hold is tough to get rid of, pulling you closer to him without coming across his chest. he wouldn’t have bitten back the moan that was sure to happen.

he laughs, everybody joining right after. you take a deep breath, huffing through their laughter with a hand to your chest. though you don’t want to admit, your heart’s elated at their appearance —at the fact they have come back for you.

“shion, what the hell’s your problem?” it comes out louder than intended, shrill and angry. to them, it’s obvious you don’t mean it. your brows furrow, scowling at the group of men you can’t see. “and why did you guys come back?”

when shion’s lips lean closer to your ear, hot breath fanning the side of your face, your voice falters. the question dies out, tongue starting to dry. you have to suppress the filthy little sound you almost let out when he nibbles on your earlobe.

“you knew it was me?” you gulp when his voice turns deeper, lowered to a darkened pitch that you are ashamed to admit has gone down to your core. room growing hotter. the icy loneliness dissipated the moment they all walked back in, and even so your nipples are erect against your top.

you want to blame it on the cold, but you aren’t fooling any of them with that excuse. instead, you try to turn the situation around, gaining control and drawing another line.

“you didn’t answer my question.”

“you didn’t answer his.” bold as ever, izana takes the control off your hands unapologetically so. previous fondness gone, reserved in his heart for his full desires to let loose. at least, it’s what they all promised to do before clicking your floor’s button again.

deciding against remarking that you did ask first, you take one last deep breath. it’s filling and calming, not easing your erratic beating but doing wonders to clear your head. you don’t know what to do, having them all on your side, a stupid line long forgotten. is giving in to them your best choice?

or rather— is what you have always wanted the best choice?

with your next answer, soft spoken and sincere, you have erased any chance of such a line existing again. the fate of the night has been set, written in the stars watching behind your windows. destiny promised to the moon, gifting all of you the pleasure you’ve been seeking for.

“of course i know it’s him. i know each and every one of you.” because you love them, and because they love you so much too, they’ll help you without a doubt. in the nastiest way they can, but they’ll keep that to themselves.

for a brief second, shion’s hands leave your face to have you see them all. with barely any time to register the image of their eager eyes and hungry mouths, you are grabbed by the aforementioned and pushed to the bed, where you are now sitting on his lap. hands back to your eyes, nerves corrupting your mind.

biting back a whimper when your ass inevitably bumps into his clothed crotch, you notice shion’s breath staggers as well. it’s not too evident yet, but you know his cock will turn much harder, the wet kiss he gives your nape leaving a trail of goosebumps down your back.

you press your thighs —already close together— much harsher. the friction isn’t helping, but you don’t want shion to feel your throbbing cunt at the thought of what could happen. of what is sure to happen.

“we know you’d be awake tonight, still scared of us dying.” izana’s voice, under the sturdy curtain of playfulness, carries heed. their eagerness however, mixes in to give the atmosphere a knot of tension that must be undone. forming for years, but so fragile. “we want to help you forget, for you to relax.”

he doesn’t specify how they’ll do that; you don’t want to ask either. their response comes in heavy footsteps, a presence stopping right ahead of you, breaths heavy and fervent. then, your own breathing halts, leaning towards the anticipating uncertainty.

a hand is tamely placed on your cheek. huge, with big long fingers, and cosy, making you lean your head towards his hold. touch mild despite the brutality you know it unleashes, but you bathe in the traces lit up with craving fire as it slides down your face. moving down towards your chest, where a single finger circles around your covered boobs, crossing to your nipples to play with their hardness. his thumb joins to pinch one, your muted moan silenced by shion’s groaning at your ass’ moving.

“do you know who’s touching you now?” the latter wonders, tone low and full of need. through quick breaths he regains his composure, but his straining cock calls for your pulsating cunt so desperately.

unknown hand making its way below, it stops right above your clothed pussy. with its lone force he parts your legs apart, giving light slaps to the thin fabric of your pijama. you hum, leaning your head back to shion’s shoulder, legs making more way for the hand to go deeper.

it does, taking the hem of your pants and sliding them down to your ankles, where you make quick work to get rid of them. your panties are on full display, the darkened spot from your arousal a feast for their eyes. his lone finger once again slides against your underwear, the damp circle having the boy licking his dry lips. meddling with your entrance, but never quite entering, you want to beg him too, so badly. thought scrapped when his finger presses through to the wet mess that is your sex.

“yasuhiro…” you whisper, a primal want dressing it as a throaty moan leaving you to shudder in place. the mention of his first name, uttered so airily, sends blood rushing straight to his cock, giving an angry twitch silenced by his pants.

whining when mucho’s finger leaves your arousal, moving up to the hem of your panties, it singlehandedly pulls them down. legs moving to aid him in taking them off, letting the cool air be the first to taste your naked folds, covered in shining slick as it begins to clench around nothing.

“you want us that much, it’s good to know.” mucho declares, underwear pending on his index finger as he shows it to the rest, too distracted on your bare wetness. he discards it somewhere across the room, the sound of his voice so sensual to your growing impatience. “we want you so much, too.”

easy to tell by your dampened shoulder, where shion has let out a glob of his drool at the sight of you. fully hard cock pressed against your bare ass, rubbing your plump skin as he swallows all spit from his hunger. you don’t care, clenching your jaw at the absence of attention at yourself, your hands still as you know it wouldn’t be enough.

“such a beautiful pussy, so wet and needy.” is all mucho says before leaving your side, having you want to cling onto him and pull him closer with your wrapped legs. nevertheless, a new pair of hands rest on your thighs, just as big but way softer. tender skin well taken care of, rubbing your flesh near your core.

he’s graceful with his ministrations, long fingers ghosting over your clit. it’s easy to tell who carries himself with such elegance, dainty hands so curious yet sure of what to do. confirmed when his tongue licks its way up your cunt, lapping at your slick folds and sucking the plump flesh.

his tongue penetrates you, curling around to reach every spot it can get. you convulse around him, his insatiable mouth never getting enough of your slit, taking all the juices he can get. you wrap your legs around him, imprisoning him to your pussy. being barely able to register shion’s questioning, so eager to get an answer out of you.

“do you know who’s eating you out? can you tell?” you don’t say a word, poking your tongue out as you can only let out strangled noises. muttered cries for more, drool falling out of the corners of your lips.

your lack of a response isn’t welcomed. the confirmation of who’s hungrily devouring you coming when his pointy nose flickers your clit. choking your sobs at the tightness on your lower stomach, so willing to come undone as you buck your hips into his face —a feeble try to ride his big nose.

“oh—fuck!” you cry out, hearing the braided man slurping on your slick. cunt pulsing, begging for something more to fill it with. hands to the top of his head, ruining his perfectly combed hair with your grip. “ran, it’s ran!”

and for a job well done, he leaves your pussy unattended to give your clit a thankful kiss, resounding in the silent room. you hate it when his strength is much more than your own, pulling away from your hold. all the buildup inside you for naught.

shion’s tongue moves fast to wipe out your saliva, cleaning your lips and replacing the shine with his own. offering a chaste kiss to your cheek, at the same time that ran licks his lips with a content sigh.

“tastes so good, could eat her for hours.” he tells the rest. savoring the flavor of you inside his mouth, he gathers what is left around his lips and nose.

without much time to prepare for what’s next, as everyone in the room has grown eager to have you, your body writhes from the disturbance of a thick, prodding finger inside your cunt. walls squeezing the single digit, unmoving, a victorious grin on the man’s face at the spectacle you offer by thrusting your hips into his finger —fucking yourself with it.

shion’s breezy moans in the background don’t help his case in having the voice of the group. recomposing himself from the implacable grinding his dick receives. this time, he stutters, his hold on you turning frail. he doesn’t sound so cocky now, restraint crumbling without having any hands to pick it up with.

“a—and do you know whose finger is in— si—inside you right now?” he finishes with one long inhale, teeth biting his bottom lip.

on the other hand, you fight off the brimming tears in your eyes with your grinding. lengthy finger shoved in fully so that his knuckles are pressed against you, bruised and battered. less kept together but so welcomed by your walls anyway.

“mo—mochi.” you answer almost immediately, hopeful that he would do something to reward you for it. for his finger to pound you relentlessly until you finally cum. the thought alone sends you to clench around him, asking for more.

but mochi turns out to be sadistic, taking out his finger coated in your essence. you don’t see how he brings it up to his mouth, taking it fully to lap at your slick with an echoing pop. your breath hitches, shion’s pants now wearing darker stains.

“no first name for me?” he mocks you, teasing grin growing wider. silence greets him, and he does well to beat it by causing the first scream of the long night ahead. shoving three of his fingers inside your cunt, unannounced.

they curl, setting a merciless pace of back and forth to reach as deep as he can. the squelching sounds accompanied by your uncontrollable moans, high pitched and cursing out. the pressure builds once again in your stomach, back arching so his tough fingers can keep touching you in every spot possible.

“ah! kanji— sorry, so sorry kanji!” you beg for him to forgive you, spewing out apology after apology between the growing tears and trailing drool.

“it’s ok sweetheart, i love you.” he reassures you. so nice to you, your walls thank him by closing in on him. so good for him, leaving him to grunt from how obedient you are being.

“love you t—“ you want to tell him and the rest of them, in all its glory now that all limits have been broken and left behind.

however, rindou seems to have other plans, shoving mochi away not caring about his shouted protests nor your mewling at the emptiness of your pussy once again. orgasm denied for the second time, rindou’s weight bringing you to lie down on top of shion, lips chasing after your own.

they join together in a feverish kiss, viciousness bringing you two to a world of just both. lips tasting one another; tongues playing with each other, in such an aggressive way spit makes it way down your mouths and to your bumping chins. noses hitting as rindou tries to get even closer to you.

shion’s hands are forced out of your eyes, having you witness in the dead of the night, swimming in darkness, the pile of clothes by the bed. the men are all in front, almost naked if it weren’t for their underwear. doing little to cover their blazing erections.

“want you s’bad.” he breaks the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you. mumbled so close to your lips, he takes yours in his without hesitation, teeth clashing and tongues entangled.

you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers ghosting over the streaks of black ink swirling through his back. muscles tense, he groans in your mouth and lowers his hips to your core. clothed cock rubbing against your folds, looking for more friction as he moves faster.

beside you, shion undresses, glancing over to rindou picking you up to kneel ahead of him, arms wrapped around your waist. empty thumps are heard from his grinding, and he decides to crawl his way behind you to help him in getting rid of your top.

effortlessly, they succeed in having you be the first to be completely naked. both men ogling your body up and down. your curves, every inch and crevice of your skin a feast for all of them. some palming their cocks through the fabric, others like rindou and shion, marking you with their mouths.

“so divine.” rindou mumbles, his arms and shion’s controlling your squirming from pleasure. hot breath trailing down to your naked boobs, hands drawing shapes on your flesh. “gorgeous body, all for us.”

you want to nod, instead drooling at their two hard cocks caging you between them. shion grabbing your ass cheek, playing with the molding skin by stiffening his grip. you moan their names, the covered contact insufficient.

“want your cocks, want you inside please.” begging for them, your hands make their way down to grab at their clothed dicks. both men pant, fingers wrapped around their lengths, feeling their hardened girths. “please fuck me.”

and with that said, both of them take off their underwear to have it join the rest of sprawled out clothes. in the dim lighting, with only the moon and the stars as witnesses, only the sparkling light in your pupils guides you to your instincts. so famished, tongue watering at rindou’s erected cock, intimidating as it stands —starving for your pussylips.

he’s big and very thick, a single protruding vein running down his length. red, angry tip, leaking precum and leaving it to slide down to pool around the base of his shaft. balls full and large, saliva drowning your mouth.

shion doesn’t stay far behind, not as big and way thinner, curving slightly to the right. his veins aren’t as marked but there are many, cockhead thick and itching to bury itself inside you. fat drop of precum waiting to fall into the mattress.

with a hand he guides his member to your folds, gathering all the wetness he can get. having you moan against rindou’s mouth, drowning any sound, you pull away to taste shion’s lips as well. spit mixing in with your eager tongues, hearing him swallow.

“can’t wait anymore.” you hear rindou complain, tip prodding at your entrance as he begins to penetrate you. a content sigh leaving your lips, whole length making its way past your tightened walls, cock molding the shape of your cunt to adjust to his size.

bottoming out, cockhead brushing your cervix, you and rindou moan in unison at eachother’s warmth. walls squeezing him so hard, his own cock buried in your wet pussy —the pressure so tempting to have you thrust against him.

and you do, bucking your hips onto his twitching cock, balls slapping your skin to create the filthiest of sounds. wet plops from rindou’s pace sending you into a frenzy, meeting his rhythm so that the coiling tension thickens and explodes into your orgasm.

“taking me in so well— fuck—“ although you can’t register rindou’s praises too well, shion’s rutting against your ass beginning to change into the intrusion of his dick inside your hole. pushing his way in with a single thrust —your very own slick acting out as lube.

you yell out his name when he hisses yours, spreading your ass open as his cock splits you apart. both holes completely filled, hints of pain slapped off by rindou’s fastening pumps. gripping shion so well, clenching around his girth and feeling every vein slide past your heated flesh.

“too much! s’good…” you cry out, the first set of tears coming out from your shut eyes. joining the threads of saliva you can’t keep in your mouth, mixing in on their way down your face.

the single vein running down rindou’s shaft ravages your walls so roughly. their tempo matching so that you never feel utterly empty, balls shaking with each snap of their hips. ecstasy choking you when rindou’s tip kisses your g-spot, relentlessly going at it so that more tears stain your vision —hazy and blurry.

you can distinguish izana’s nearing body, hand on his cock while he gives it a few pumps. he leans closer to your face, same fingers coated in his cum wiping your closed eyes. painting your face, you hum, growing hot as you convulse around both of the men’s cocks. answering you by pulsing through your clenching walls.

“these are the tears i love to see.” giving his finger a kitten lick, saltiness of your pleasure melting in his tongue, izana takes your limp hand and brings it up to his dick. “want to shower your face with my cum. you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

you nod, hand taking his cock and stroking it with deep movements. barely keeping it together with the sloppy pace both cocks inside you are falling into, forcing you to sometimes squeeze his length, drawing out throaty moans from the dark skinned man.

your cool fingers gliding past his searing meat make of him a fervent mess, hips bucking to fuck himself with your hand. head on rindou’s shoulder, you stare at his own tilted back, adam’s apple bobbing as your name is the only thing his lips can say.

“cutie your ass is so tight.” shion drags his cock out with difficulty, hole so adamant in keeping him in. only his tip rests inside, forcing your ass to remember his shape. “gonna fill it up, alright?”

he doesn’t leave room for answers, burying himself deep inside until your vision turns blind. rindou’s cock mimicking his actions, growing at the thought of your cunt taking all of his cum.

“gonna cum—“ you spit out, rindou’s shoulder welcoming your saliva and tears, joining his thin layer of sweat. “cumming, i’m cumming!”

“me too.” it escapes past his kissing teeth, the tremors of your body having him give one last powerful thrust before stilling inside of you. rolling his eyes, his risen shoulders relax once his orgasm crashes upon him. “keep it inside for me, will you?”

you do, for both of them emptying themselves inside of you. hot strings of sticky cum crawling into your holes, painting your walls white and having them spasm and contract as you let your own orgasm wash rindou’s length. he doesn’t let it run out, fucking the union of your juices back into you, not a single drop wasted. feeling so full, heaving out praises to both blushing boys.

“our good girl.” shion pats your head, soft kiss on your back and hands fondling your tits. you regain your breath still by rindou’s shoulder, knowing it’s not over yet with the way izana’s cockhead nears your face.

the two boys’ cocks leave your holes the moment izana’s twitches. releasing his load on your face, reaching your lashes, forehead and cheeks. streaks of cum painting your skin in a dense white, giving the last touch to your fucked out expression.

“god i love you so much.” admiring his work, and the way your cunt and asshole fight desperately to keep shion and rindou’s seeds. his smile broadens at the thought that this is just getting started.

indeed, mochi’s next in taking you into his arms, so small compared to his size. you don’t have time to regain your breath, composure crushed by the brutality of the s-62, quivering at mochi’s frosting hands.

“so sensitive already, sweetheart.” and so easy to handle, too. moving you as he pleases, lying down on the bed and having you on his chest, right above his underwear and bulging cock.

the big stain of precum is evident on the light grey fabric. an enormous bump waiting to be freed of its confined space. dark, trimmed hairs leading the way to his aching dick. your hands on his abs, stroking his built chest and floating up to his pecs.

his hands cup your ass, thumbs kneading the plush skin and hovering over your widened hole. you feel his dick jump up, taming him with a rock of your body pushed by your legs. he groans, guttural desire drying out his throat, starving for your glistening folds.

“can take it.” you promise him, small whisper loud in the quietude of your room. where the men touch themselves to the landscape of the shade of your figure plastered on the bright nightlife ahead of your windows.

he chuckles, vibrating chest so good for your throbbing pussy, waking up his cock even more. a hand trails up to your face, big thumb pinning your bottom lip. his tongue wetting his lips.

“course you will.” he says it like it’s obvious, dragging down the swollen lip until your bottom teeth can be seen. fingers full of your saliva, drying patches from the previous crying making you look so filthy. exactly how he likes it. “want these lips around my big cock, gonna give you a full meal.”

grabbing onto your hips, he turns you around with one swift twirl. pulling your ass closer to him, legs on each side of his face lifting your lower body, back arching as you are laid down in front of his underwear. clenching around nothing at the compromising position, mochi’s first to dig in to your cunt —tongue flickering your clit so erratically, you purr.

alas, you now have to fully undress him, taking the rim of his clothes and sliding them to the middle of his crushing thighs. he wriggles his legs, aiding you in taking them off completely, widely grinning against your pussy when you gasp at the full size of his erection.

standing furiously near his chest, where your chin hovers above his pubes. the size is enormous, so thick and dressed in many veins that draw intricate curves on his meat, making him even wider. mushroom tip prominent, broad slit already seeping out so much precum. fat plumps of a dirtied white gliding down his whole length, pooling around his base where even bigger, heavy balls rest. your mouth waters at just how much cum he will give you, hurrying up when the tip of his nose lightly teases your entrance.

your hand takes his shaft, whimpering when you see the struggle your fingers have wrapping around it. you pump it once— twice, mochi’s groaning so good for your cunt, going down on his nose so that the tip enters you. when your lips near his head to give it open mouth kisses, wet plops taking bits of his salty cum, your hand holds his balls, playing with them as they barely fit inside.

you take his tip in your mouth, warmth enveloping his cock as you try to move down on him. only taking almost half of his length, breathing through your nose and hollowing out your cheeks, easing your throat as his hips buckle onto your face. his moaning going straight to your pussy, where he begins to grow desperate slurping on your juices. noises nasty, making you moan and tighten your throat on his cock. tongue darting to lick every crevice, drooling so much it accumulates at the base.

both continue the rhythm of your grinding bodies, building your climaxes and chasing after them. hunger making you frantic, savoring every bit of essence as if it were your last meals.

“looks so pretty.” you listen to mucho’s voice on your back, his hand on one of your cheeks. “but i think you can take more.”

he declares it so impassively, keeping his cool as always, that you don’t see his hand raised and profoundly slapping your ass. it jiggles, closing in on mochi’s pointed tongue licking slow stripes. you scream, muted against the wet heat in your mouth. another hand joins mucho, this time being ran’s long finger entering your ass, so sensitive from shion’s stretching not long ago.

both of their fingers buried knuckles deep, a third hand slaps you once again as they begin to stimulate your hole. their ministrations along with mochi’s starved devouring pushing you to take more of the latter’s dick, gagging through parted lips as you take him fully —choking on his tip at the very back of your throat.

nose pressed against his bouncing balls, fucking your face as you do the same to his nose and tongue. your chin scratched by the bush near his shaft, you cry out feeble attempts of his name as more spit leaves your lips, fat tears joining.

“there we go pretty!” seems the third hand belongs to izana, cheering you through the orgasm that pours down onto mochi’s face. giving one more hard slap that sends your skin tingling, trapping mucho and ran’s fingers on your ass, finally letting loose.

you come undone, flooding mochi’s face with your cum and crushing his face with your thighs. he doesn’t seem to care, lapping at your cum without shame, drinking it until nothing is left out, before joining you and snapping his hips to release his load.

it’s dense, so much cum leaving his cock you can barely swallow it all. hot spurts abusing your throat, leaving thick trails out the corners of your lips that you’ll take care of later. it keeps fluttering, but never once you leave it unattended, making sure all of his semen is sucked dry. breathing in when you let it go, tip of your tongue gathering what little is around your lips.

you swallow it down loudly, the echoing plop from your mouth leaving his cock free so gratifying for his ears. he gives your cunt a mellow kiss, tenderness fighting off his roughness.

“good girl.” he coos, readjusting you as he pleases so that you now lie in his direction, ass against his still hard cock. he holds your chin and turns your head around to his, deeply kissing you, passing down the rest of your orgasm so you can taste the sweetness he did. “we love you so much, you are perfect for us.”

and you smile, fond and big it has their hearts pounding in their chests. you kiss the tip of his nose, giddy from their worship.

however, mochi moves up so that his head rests on your pillow. hands tracing patterns on your skin, watching your stomach rise from the harsh breaths you are taking.

“got one more in me.” he mutters close to your ear, feet parting your legs open, showing the rest your abused holes. “will you be a sweetheart and take it?”

how can you deny him when he asks so politely? previous fingering helping you for what will happen now, cock rubbing through your ass cheeks, willing to take his big dick to split you apart. pushing in, slowly making his way through unlike shion’s desperate entrance.

you wriggle in his hold, mochi shushing you by whispering sweet nothings into your ear. wailing at the size you have to adjust to, a little easier thanks to shion. your cum stained face is full of fresh tears and brand new globs of spit. tongue lolling out of your parted lips when he bottoms out.

buried deep inside your ass, filling you to the brim with each thick vein hitting you just right. your squinted eyes widen tremendously at mochi’s calling, gripping him so tightly at the idea of being torn apart by the two biggest.

“mucho, wanna join in? she wants it.” and he doesn’t hesitate to crawl up to where you are, underwear long gone. his cock isn’t much different from mochi’s, less thicker but way longer, looking so delicious against his chiseled chest.

he takes your legs, having them bend down near your shoulders, leaving so much room to hit even deeper. entranced by your wet cunt, glossy and begging for his cock to break it. and who is he to say no to his woman?

in one swift plunge, he finds himself buried to the hilt. balls swinging as the sound of smacking flesh from his ruthless penetration elicits the most pornographic moan he has ever heard from you. massaging his cock just the way he likes it, sponging walls enclosing the space and making him feel impossibly closer.

“so fucking tight— god, fuck!” he growls, pushing you to mochi’s chest, boobs pressed against mucho’s big —worked out— pecs. sandwiched between both men, ruining your insides just by staying still, you sob for them to ruin you —to move faster.

“s’big… ‘s too big—” your incoherent mumbles become higher in tone, allowing them to rock your body as they please. trying to meet their hips as they pound you dumb, reckless rocking making you cry out in ecstasy. “lov— love you s’much. luv your cocks s’much.”

your babbling pushes them to thrust harder. having you whine when mucho stops and his hand lightly slaps your cum covered cheek, calling for your attention. you look up at him, teary eyes sending heat straight to his cock, throbbing against your cunt.

“you see that?” he points down at your belly, a small bulge making it stick out. you take your hand to trace its shape, a silent chuckle gifting hints of happiness to your fucked out face. “that’s my cock, babygirl.”

and you love it, he knows you do. picking up his pace to meet mochi’s, so engrossed in your ass. he doesn’t want this moment to end.

you don’t notice how both of your hands are taken by shion and rindou, hard once again. but they know you don’t care when each hand takes their cocks, already familiar to you, beginning to masturbate them. their moaning helping your orgasm build up, this time stronger, with mucho ruthlessly pounding against your g-spot.

your head turns to the side, coming face to face with ran’s dick. he slaps you with it, playing with your hanging tongue by wetting it with your saliva. you stare up at his innocent grin, him looking down with dilated pupils.

“there’s still a hole unoccupied.” he simply mentions, cock twitching when your hand pulls the foreskin back to expose his angry head. so pale and long you don’t know what you’ll do to make it fit. curving up, he applies his precum to your lips like gloss, pushing in with his hips until he’s balls deep into your mouth.

body used by all of them, including izana whose hands are on your swollen clit, it doesn’t take long for your legs to begin their uncontrollable tremble. this time’s different, your moans turning into shrill shouting as a stream of tears run down your eyes, closed in bliss as you begin to see stars.

your third orgasm hits you harder than any other, right after mochi cums for the second time filling you up to the brim with his huge loads. you begin squirting all over mucho’s cock, squelching sounds getting wetter as more and more cum leaves out of you in hot spurts. he takes it out, watching as you make a mess of mochi’s legs, the mattress and his abs.

“shit!” you moan out, cum gliding down mucho’s cock that has entered you again. though your words are muffled by ran’s dick around your lips, you continue squirting out all your juices, milking out mucho’s cock in the process.

he has so much cum too, cunt stuffed full of his own after your mind blowing orgasm. balls drenched as well, but his smile tells you enough, and you don’t feel ashamed of it —even better, only proud.

pulling away, despite mochi’s cock still buried into your ass, he leaves your chest free for shion and rindou, who don’t take too long in covering your tits and stomach with their loads. satisfied groans out of their lips as they admire their work, thick globs of white on your sweaty skin.

ran’s the last to empty out his cum, doing it inside your mouth much like mochi. you take it all without hesitation, opening wide for him to see you gulping down his seed. uttering a sigh when you’ve eaten it fully, kissing the tip of his cock for a job well done.

“nasty little whore.” you have no idea who says it, the loss of mochi’s dick as he comes out of you taking over your mind. oozing cum follows, filthy trickles running down into your cunt, where you do a good job in retaining what they have given you. “our perfect slut, should’ve done this sooner.”

you agree, spent after three rough orgasms. alas, you see two men staying on the bed —two men that haven’t been inside of you yet. but you are so sore you don’t know if you can take them. such big cocks just like the rest of them.

“we want to taste you, too.” it’s ran’s voice, the one he uses when he wants something. turning innocent, words so tender they heal your tiredness with dulcet touches. you hate when he does that, falling for it every time. “you’ll let us, right? we’ll be gentle, i promise.”

your moans are so loud with each touch, both izana and ran standing you up on your knees, between both of their bodies. you teeter, head tumbling towards the man you have in front, which turns out to be the older haitani. shoulder so comfortable, you nuzzle closer to the side of his neck, kissing it.

your pussy takes him right up, so tight despite being so used throughout the night. he’s washed in the remains of your orgasm, easy for him to move, but he doesn’t. you wonder why, whining against his neck and jumping on his cock, legs quivering so hard you know it won’t take you much to cum again.

instead, a second cock makes its way up your cunt, having you scream out for your fourth orgasm at the close fit of both dicks inside your pussy. they rub one another, not appearing to care too much as both of their eyes are closed, jaws clenched. you squeeze them, adjusting to their size and ignoring the pain for the cum sliding down past them.

you’re crying, tears licked by izana’s tongue as he rejoices in them. no longer are you sobbing from fear, but so destroyed by each and every one of them you have nothing left of you but scorching pleasure.

“already?” he purrs, dragging his cock out just to thrust once more. skin gliding past ran’s veiny shaft, making him move as well, desperate for his release. “but you’ll let us cum, won’t you? after we’ve been so good to you…”

he trails off, falling into rhythm with ran, abusing your cunt for a little while longer. convulsing against them, forcing them closer, tightening your walls so that you can get out another orgasm for them. to show how grateful you are.

“we’ve been so helpful, haven’t we?” he slaps your clit, ran’s lips latching onto your nipples, sucking them clean. chest pressed on his own, sticky cum joining your bodies.

“yes! want you to cum in me.” you cry out, hips meeting their thrusts, bouncing on both of their cocks, balls slapping your pussy. “want you to stuff me!”

tongue poking out, ran moves up to take it between his lips, playing with it in his mouth. pulling his lips to yours in a messy kiss, so full of exchanged spit and trailing drool to your chins. you love it, you love them, and you show them by squeezing them so tightly they have no choice but to fill you up with their cum.

“well, pretty girl, take it.” izana grunts, and with one big roll of his hips, he empties himself inside of you. ran follows suit, whimpers and moans drowned out by eachother’s mouths.

you join them with your last orgasm of the night, leaving you barely conscious on the bed, drenching their cocks with one last wave of cum. you stay there, sprawled out on the bed for all to see, face full of dried out tears, so many different salivas around your swollen lips and remnants of izana’s cum. your body follows suit, drenched in sweat and thick lines of cum following down to the small little bulge on your stomach.

it’s mucho’s hand that presses that tiny bump, all watching as all the cum you’ve tried so desperately to keep inside oozes out of your beaten cunt, huge loads wetting the bed below you. your ass much of the same. you groan, whimpering at his touch, hips bucking unconsciously.

and with two fingers, mucho again shoves some of their seeds back inside, to leave you full. you close your legs, stretching your sore muscles from all the rough handling tonight. the moon’s still up, and its glow is casted above you, giving your enamored smile and angelic touch.

they all lie around you, circling you. shion and mochi on your thighs, rindou and mucho by your chest, and ran and izana near your head. soothing your muscles, kissing every spot they can.

“thank you.” it’s honest, despite the pain it brought, you enjoyed it more than anyone you are sure. in the darkest corner of your heart, it’s what you’ve always wanted, and you got it.

izana doesn’t want to ask if there’s any other thought inside your head that isn’t what just happened. after all, they’ve fucked you dumb. you have a hard time opening your eyes, breaths still long and shallow with huffing here and there.

he’s relieved, your suffering fully gone, consumed by their yearning. leaning down, his lips peck yours, back of his fingers brushing the side of your face.

“we’ve loved you like this for such a long time.” ran confesses, so vulnerable post-sex you love it. always having it hard to open his heart to what he’s feeling, trying to shove it in with insecure cockiness. you are glad it’s him who declares it.

your finger boops his nose, the two of you sharing childish laughter.

“me too.” you whisper, wanting to pat the other’s heads. to show them that you consider them, always. “but it’s all good, now i’m yours.”

and it felt so good to hear, meaning twisted to turn more romantic. more heartfelt, something they aren’t used to, but you’ll give it to them every time they need it.

“and all of us belong to you, but that’s nothing new.” you chuckle at shion’s words, legs numb and body resting. the bed becomes more plush to your body, hugging you and lulling for you to sleep. you try so hard to fight it, never wanting the moon to leave. for this to become a memory.

“i wish for this night to never end. to stay like this forever.” you dream, a foolish one. the moon will always leave and the sun will replace it, and this would only have belonged to the night before doomsday comes.

“c’mon, let’s give you a warm bath.” mochi says before you doze off into a deep slumber. missing their soft cleaning and the close attention to your body. praising it, worshipping all it has done for their enjoyment. they thank you in warm kisses and dark hickeys, thinking to themselves that after tonight, the result of tomorrow cannot escape their grasps.

they must win, for the woman so full of love for them. so that they can live their lives as one, together forever. and perhaps, all of you should have dreamed harder, because the memory of tonight would be the last between you all.

izana and mucho taken away by death’s greedy hands. you, having fallen so deep into a sea of darkness, you had to escape before it all consumed you. the only ones to hold this night close to their hearts, having their friends engraved in hanafuda and your love in their chests, where your initials rest.

everyone of you looking up at the moon every night, begging for her to take you back to that night —the night before doomsday comes.

— end —

good or bad i’m throwing it out there that english isn’t my first language. thank you for reading <3 our troops are so brave, getting through this whole thing and ending up with brain trauma (probably) anyway, reblogs are appreciated :) it’s like a pat on my back (yipee)

( @tenjikusstuff4 @luminouslaybyrinth @idekwhatimdoingsblog )

[nana-mania]

“HIS KINKS” when he finally reveals his most sinful desire behind the closed door..

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ headcanon

࿐*ೃ feat : izana, shion, mocchi, mucho, ran, rindou, kakucho

࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, sometime only fem! reader or male! reader, nsfw, all characters are in their timeskip version

.࿐*ೃ trigger warning : graphic details of kinks, bdsm, rough sex, sex toys, anal sex, nipple play

IZANA KUROKAWA

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ TITS FUCK [F! READER] ; Izana adores breasts, of all parts of woman's body. He is madly obsessed with fondling your breasts every time he has sex. He never get tired of squeezing his cock between your breasts as he keeps thrusting your cleavage until he sprays his cum loads all over your face.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ TITS FUCK [M! READER] ; Now, despite you being a man, Izana never miss the chance to rub his swollen dick on your chest. Seeing you trembling under him while he teases you by rubbing his cock between your nipples turns him on. He easily cums a lot and showers you with his seeds after getting off on your chest.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ ROLEPLAY ; He sometimes catches you reading spicy stuff online and decides to materialize the fictional writing into reality for you. Watch him making you roleplay behind the closed door. It's exciting to carry a certain role during sex and act out spicy scenes in books for personal pleasure. Such a great experience or him.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ DEGRADATION KINK ; This is Izana we are talking about. He looks down on others who is inferior to him and thinks of himself as the most superior one. Degrading you in bed as he ruthlessly fucks you, calling you names like his "personal whore", "slut", "cumdump". He also likes treating you like a mere fucktoy and uses you to his heart content (you never complain because the feeling is mutual). But at the end of the sex, he would cuddle you and gives you a good aftercare.

SHION MADARAME

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ MOMMY/DADDY KINK; Shion is a submissive man who easily gives in to his dominant partner. Lack of love received since childhood cause him to sought love from you. He wants you to dominate him in bed and shower him with love. He always calls you "Mommy/Daddy" when you never fail to pleasure him.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ IMPACT PLAY ; Shion is into pain as he thinks of it as a form of pleasure. He doesn't mind getting his ass spanked by you many times until his ass cheeks redden. He sometimes disobeys you on purpose so you would slap his ass mercilessly , making him cry in pain yet he smiles in satisfaction.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ GAGS ; Being choked on your (fake) cock while you deepthroat him is the best, most heavenly feeling for him ever. He wants you to shove your (fake) cock inside his mouth and gags him with it as tears of ecstacy roll down his face.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ OVERSTIMULATION ; Shion has the ability to keep spraying out cum loads for countless times. You can keep making him cum for more than five times and he will still stay conscious, pleading for you to stimulate more instead of stopping. He wants you to empty his balls until he passes out on his own. (SPECIFICALLY FOR M! READERS) He also likes it when you keep filling up his ass hole with your hot semen until your loads leak out of his hole.

KANJI MOCHIZUKI

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ FACE FUCK/DEEPTHROAT ; Mochi knows he has a big cock which is why he prefers seeing your throat bulged with his cock when he shoves it down your throat. He would smirk devilishly as he ruthlessly pounds your throat without stopping. Deepthroat-ing you is the best feeling ever as he loves seeing the tears in your eyes and hearing your muffled moans. He never miss the chance to cum inside your mouth, thrusting several times harder to make sure you swallow every drop of his loads.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ SIZE KINK ; Mochi prefers someone smaller than him; specifically a short person as his partner. Due to the fact that he has this kink, it's no surprise that he dreams of lifting his partner up with his two strong arms as he rams his cock inside them roughly. You happen to suit his taste perfectly and it always drives him insane when he sees you. Seeing you struggling to take in his entire length amuses him. Despite his love toward rough sex, he still makes sure you're fully prepared to take his entire cock in your hole. By teasing the entrance of your hole with his tip first, he will slowly push in his cock before relentlessly pounding your tight little hole.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ SEX TOY STIMULATION ; Mochi surprisingly has a collection of tons of sex toys. He finds himself buying new ones everytime he discovers a sex toy that catches his interest, then he experiments the sex toys on you. Witnessing you being stimulated and cumming non-stop as a sex toy is pleasuring you turns him on so much that he jerks off at the sight.

MUTO YASUHIRO

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ ANAL FUCK [SPECIFICALLY F! READER] ; Mucho is too addicted to you that he wishes to explore every inch of your body. He has fucked you in the mouth and pussy, but nothing beat when it comes to fucking you in the ass. Surely, the first time doing anal fuck was painful for you but no worries, he was gentle. But the next time he does it, he goes rough, hard and deep inside your ass as you cry in both pain and pleasure from having your back hole penetrated with his thick, huge cock. He never pull out when he is nearing his high and prefer cumming inside your ass hole , all for the sake of seeing his semen leaking out of your hole.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ NIPPLE PLAY ; Mucho's favourite part of your body is your chest; specifically your nipples. He prefers playing with your nipples and stimulating your orgasm with nipple play. His fingers always do wonders on your nipples as he flicks them and pinches them gently. He wants you to moan, squirm and screams from too much pleasure until you cum a lot from having your nipples played. Even when he is thrusting his cock inside you, he makes sure your nipples aren't left unattended and plays with them until you reach your high, again and again.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ ORGASM CONTROL ; You can never cum without his permission. Mucho just loves torturing you with edge play and watches you struggle to stay sane from not being able to reach your climax. He loves teasing your lower region and pulling away his hand the moment you almost reach orgasm, leaving you sexually frustrated and on edge again and again.

RAN HAITANI

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛  SOMNOPHILIA; Ran somehow has a thing for being fucked while he is asleep/fucking you when you sleep. Of course, he only does this after asking for your consent or when he gives you his consent to pleasure him while he is dozing off. The idea of moaning in arousal in his sleep due to your sensual touches and waking up to you sucking his cock never cease to excite him.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ ROPES AND BONDAGE ; This apply to both you and Ran. The idea of being tied up on bed naked, all vulnerable to sensual touches being taken advantage off and driven to orgasm many times without being able to touch the other partner always make him excited. He prefer to be the one tying you up on bed as he plays with your body and enjoying every second of your reaction to his touches. He's really ruthless once you're all tied up. Never give you the time to catch your breath and continues to pleasure you until you pass out. Hearing you begging him to stop (even though actually you want more) just stimulates him to go rougher on you. But if he's the one who is tied up, he shamelessly begs for you to pleasure him until he is completely knocked out.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ OBJECTIFICATION ; Ran is just too horny that he knows damn well his libido level can't be compared to normal people. That's why, he doesn't mind being labelled as fucktoy by you neither you mind being deemed as his personal fucktoy too. He WANTS to treat you as his personal cumdump and uses your body to his heart content, driving you to orgasms countless times until you can't really take it anymore. Of course, if he goes too far, you would use safe word to stop him. Ran is the happiest man in the universe when you treat him like a fucktoy in bed, ravishing his entire body without mercy and make him roll his eyes into his head due to overwhelming pleasure.

RINDOU HAITANI

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ OVERSTIMULATION ; Fingering your hole ruthlessly as you squirm under him and squirting out your cum is amusing to him. He just loves driving you insane from overstimulation and seeing your body shaking from multiple orgasms. He will do anything to make sure you have shaking orgasms from his touch.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ AURALISM ; Sex with Rindou is NEVER quiet. He prefers noises, very loud noises especially lewd noises from you. If you suddenly go quiet during sex, he will surprise you with a sudden penetrating to make you scream in pleasure from the top of your lungs. He doesn't care if the neighbours will hear your moans and screams. He will make you moan endlessly. Rindou himself whimpers and groans loudly during sex. Especially when he is reaching his high, he groans quite loud before releasing his seeds in you.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ PRAISE KINK ; Rindou may be a sadist and loves teasing you on daily basis but he is sweet behind the closed door. He never degrade you but praises you in bed instead, always reassuring you when you feel hurt while he is penetrating your hole roughly. “My good girl/boy", "You are doing wonderful job”, “That's right, sweetheart. You're doing it right..”. He praises you for all your hard work and cuddles you a lot after.

KAKUCHO

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ THIGH FUCK ; Kakucho is a thigh man. He loves taking his time to admire your thighs and massaging your soft flesh gently, even leaving trail of feathery kisses on your thighs while smiling at you softly. He never go straight to penetration when he is hard— he will use your thighs to relieve himself first. He loves squeezing his cock between your thick thighs and bucking his hips back and forth before shooting out his cum loads on your stomach. Sometime, he does thigh fuck as quickie when he's too horny but in hurry to go to work. You could be in the kitchen making food when he sneaks up behind you and begs for a quickie. He doesn't take off your bottom wear and straightout pushes his cocks between yours thighs. He will not pull away until he cums between your thighs.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ HOSIERY ; Kakucho is obsessed with pantyhose and stockings hence seeing you wearing one immediately destroys his self-control. He turns into a beast under the bedsheet and rips off the pantyhose around your lower region area before slamming in his cock inside your hole while praising you how pretty you look in that slutty outfit. He also likes seeing you in stocking because you look extremely sexy in one.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ BREEDING KINK ; We all know Kakucho is a big family man who wants to have his own family. Regardless of your gender, he will always tell you how much he wants to impregnate you and never pull out when he is reaching his high. He prefers cumming inside as he loves the feeling of filling you up completely with his seeds until his seeds leak out of your hole. He wants you to take all his seeds like the good boy/girl you are.

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this headcanon! likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

[queenofcringe]

I'm up to no good

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Omggg do you have any hcs for mucho?? I randomly just thought about him for some reason 😭

-kazutora lover 💋

I think I have a few! I'll do a couple sfw and a couple not sfw 😊

I think Mucho is better at showing his love through actions, rather than words

The kind of guy who's not great at comforting you with words, but he is great at sitting with you/being your shoulder to cry on/listening to you rant

10/10 hugger

He likes to rest his chin on your head too (if you're shorter than him)

Mucho also likes to hug you close when you're having softer sex

Whether he's the top or bottom, dom or sub, whatever else; he just wants to stay close the whole time 🖤

I feel like he would be a good 'scary dom'

If you're into cnc, bdsm, fear play, or anything like that, Mucho is happy to indulge

His aftercare is also 10/10

Also also melts when he's on the receiving end of aftercare 🥺💘

Such an obedient sub as well

Giving him a punishment is rare since he tries to follow your rules and earn praise

Usually, when Mucho breaks the rules it's because you get him so riled up that he can't control himself, and he ends up cumming without permission

You can tell that he regrets it. What with his whispered apologies and repeating that you were just too attractive…so of course he came quickly 😥

Looooves public play. Having something stuffed inside of him while he's out and about, trying to keep a neutral face, eventually failing to do so

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Sorry for back to back asks Im a dumbass. I meant mucho!😭 Could he please be a part of part 2❤️

You're not a dumbass! And I gotchu bby! Thanks for adding Mucho, I love him so much!

Playing With The Big Boys (Part 2): Shinichiro Sano/ South Terano/ Hanma Shuji/ Yasuhiro Muto x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.3k

tw: smut

masterlist (Part 1)

Yasuhiro Muto - Alpha

"I think you're so beautiful." Mucho wishes he could say those words aloud to you, but he's stuck on the fringes of the pack's existence, observing you. You had the charisma he lacked, the exciting je ne sais quoi he couldn't obtain.

Love isn't really something Mucho knows, but if there were any way to describe his feelings for you... it'd be close to that.

"Yasuhiro." Sanzu gets his attention with a light pinch. "You're staring again." Mucho clears his throat and looks down at his feet, trying to refocus his mind on something - anything - else. But he can't help but look back up and meet your eyes from across the room. You offer him your signature smirk and giggle, hiding your laugh behind a slim hand before glancing at a friend and striking up a conversation that was not about him.

"I need a way to approach her," Mucho finally whispers to his beta friend, and Sanzu blinks a few times.

"You could talk to her at the dinner tonight."

"Do you think she'd be interested?" Your giggle lifts to the sky again, and Mucho turns his head to watch you approach him.

"Why don't you ask me yourself?" When Mucho clams up, you chuckle, touching his face gently. "What? Wolf's got your tongue?" Mucho inhales deeply and attempts to find the words he wants to say, but nothing comes to mind, and he's stuck, fumbling for answers to a question that has yet to be asked. The absurdity!

"I think you're..." The words stick in Mucho's throat. You raise a brow, but Mucho works around the block without much effort. "Y/n, I think you're beautiful."

Your eyes soften, and you let your hand drop to your side. A million thoughts run through Mucho's head, ranging from I fucked that up to Kiss me, please.

But then... you laugh. The hearty sound makes Mucho smile a little, and your hand brushes against his arm before resting on his hand.

"You should've asked me out sooner, then," you assert, thumbing to the cabin behind you. "Is that why you stare at me during pack meetings?"

"Yes," Mucho replies instantly. You lean forward, raise up on your tip toes, and tenderly kiss Mucho's cheek before returning to your previous position.

"I'm flattered and honored." Mucho reaches up to touch his cheek.

He supposes all of this is why you're on your knees and giving him head. When you proposed the idea to him between dinner and the evening activities as a way to "get to know him better," he couldn't refuse. And he's damn sure he wouldn't pass this up for the world.

Fingers curl into your hair and tug lightly as your teeth scrape against the length of his cock, bringing him to attention and stirring the need in his bones. You lick the tip of Mucho's cock, then allow him to guide you to the base of his balls, where his knot flares a little.

"Good girl," Mucho purrs, and you moan, the sound vibrating against his dick. "Just like that."

Shinichiro Sano - Alpha

Shin is different from your typical Alpha.

He's sometimes convincing, charming, and even possessive, but that's not his default.

The sight of Shinichiro spending time with his younger siblings isn't foreign to you nor unwelcome. You find yourself drawn more to Shin's gentle nature than his oppressive presence in a room full of men ready to brawl. But this gentle nature goes out of the window when you're in heat.

He follows behind you in the house like a lost puppy, trying his best to tend to you and care for you while attempting to ignore his own very present need to mate and be comforted by your physical presence. But his rut doesn't abate, not even for a second.

He humps into your leg night after night, his hips jostling you from your deep sleep, making you roll into him, press your lips to his, and wake him for a romp or two.

And every night, Shin whispers the same things in your ears, perhaps to sear his deep desire into your psyche.

"Want you to have my babies," he murmurs while slipping between your gummy walls and holding your hands in his. "You'd be so beautiful..."

"Am I not beautiful now?" you tease, kissing his flushed cheeks and brushing his unkempt black hair away from his eyes.

Shinichiro moans, shuddering in your arms and carefully lacing his fingers into the sheets. "Never said that," he answers finally. "Just can't wait until you get pregnant." You lean back into the mattress, pressing your hips up into his and letting him sink deeper into your warm cunt.

"You want to have babies right now?"

"Right now," he urges you, his eyes unfocused and mind surely floating somewhere in space. "Can't wait..."

"Then fuck me, Shin," you hiss. "Fuck me like you mean it."

Shin's mouth goes slack as he chants, "I mean it," and thrusts faster, his balls tightening immeasurably at the thought of you walking around the house, barefoot and-- "Oh, fuck!"

South Terano - Alpha

South has never been shy about dominating his mate in and out of the bedroom.

And you can't be silenced when he's blowing your back out in the middle of the day due to his endless and lusty rut.

"Can't help how I feel about you," the giant proclaims, holding your hips against the bed and fucking into you with his thick cock. "You're just so fuckable."

Sure, the classical music and operas muffle some of the sounds coming from your bedroom when South would take the time to satisfy his needs. But more than once, you've found yourself on the receiving end of some errant stares assessing the effects on your body afterward.

It's not like you mind the teeth marks, scrapes, and handprints on your asscheeks. South isn't shy about subduing you in front of his packmates at the dining room table before hauling you off or cornering you to get a rise out of his favorite Omega. But you never complain.

"With as many times as I've fucked you this week, you'd think you'd be pregnant by now."

"I'm on the pill," you remind him, but South scoffs and nuzzles your neck.

"The pill can't guard against me," South asserts roughly, fucking his hips into you and holding you still as his knot swells. "I'm an Alpha, and you're my mate. You're made for me."

"And you're made for me," you reply sweetly, angling your head back so you can kiss the brute's cheek. Your lips scrape across peach fuzz, and South hums in pleasure, closing his eyes.

"Don't you forget it, baby."

Hanma Shuji - Beta

The camera is clicking away in the corner. For once, you'd never thought that Hanma would turn his camera to focus on his inner life, but you assume this is just for his shits and giggles and not another freelance project.

You can barely see his head over your round stomach, but you can definitely feel him licking at your slit and hear him humming his approval. Your clit is trapped between his lips, and he's pulsing it rapidly, causing your legs to shake and your vision to blur.

"Doing so good," Hanma practically sings. "Widen those legs a little bit, babe."

"Shu," you whine. "When are you gonna--"

"Soon," he promises. "I'll be inside of you soon." You reach down to hold his head, and Shuji looks up at you with his doe eyes. He briefly nestles his face into your palm, relishing the gentle touch and caress. It's not often your mate gets to feel your sweet touches or experience the slowness of life with you.

But on his off weeks - when he's not traveling or showing his pictures at shows where they fetch thousands of dollars - Hanma spends time with you, holding you, touching you, smelling you, kissing you, fucking you.

"You make me so happy," you murmur, and Shuji presses his slick-covered lips against your palm.

"I should hope I do," he replies before diving back into your cunt and finishing the job he started, all while the camera is still behind him, capturing your tender moments as precious keepsakes.

[milkyboiiiii]

hii(ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ) could i ask for the nsfw alphabet d, e, f and w for yasuhiro mucho? i'd love to hear your thoughts abt him, his hastag is soo dry꒰ ◞ ◟꒱

NSFW Alphabet : Mucho!

D, E, F, W

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves seeing a bulge in your tummy from his cock. He knows he's big but seeing that bulge makes him realize just how big he really is.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's decently experienced. Having a handful of girlfriends, Mucho learned how to please his partner and he always prioritizes his partner’s pleasure.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He's come to like the mating press, it's the only way he can really get his full cock in you and he gets to have full control.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves buying you reveling clothes. Little skirts that show your ass, tops that look like your tits will spill out of. He love's all of it! Bonus points if you're a slight bimbo, he thinks it makes everything so much better!

[soubi122]

Dreaming of You - pt 1

A two part follow up from my mini series "Sweet Dreams".

WARNINGS: Mentions of death, murder, smut, alcohol, etc. MDNI - Please and thank you!

Months after your death, Izana found himself dreaming about you. As did the rest of Tenjiku. The soft sounds of your whimpers and moans filled the room the moment the moon was at its highest point in the sky. They would dream about the way you’d call their names while breathless and a mess underneath them. These dreams felt too real, they would wake up  feeling the warmth of your lips and the heat of your body on theirs. 

Your death was something that they didn't know was gonna hit hard. The forensics team ruled it a natural death, the victim went into cardiac arrest and died in her sleep. That's what was put in your death certificate. The cops suspected no foul play nor found any evidence that pointed them in any other direction. Your body was clear of any marks, assault or semen. There was no forced entry, your toxicology report came back negative with the  exception of a bit of alcohol during dinner and you were a healthy woman. 

Tenjiku's men attended your funeral, really they were the only ones that did. You had no family, few friends and no other acquaintances. Not even your coworkers or managers came to your funeral, despite working for them for several years. 

Seeing the groundskeepers lower your coffin into the dirt - it made their stomachs turn. Especially Izana's. That night remained etched in his mind, it was a bitter sweet. Everyday he thinks about that night, the way you smiled, the way you tasted and the way your heart stopped beating. 

"Anyone else still dreaming about her?" Shion asked while holding a shot glass in his hands. The men in the room mumbled a yes. They were having vivid dreams. “I can't stop dreaming of her.” Mucho says and presses his palms into his face, covering his eyes as if he's struggling to stay level headed. “Same.” Mochizuki confesses and things start to get rather awkward in the room as they felt uncomfortable talking about you and how lewd these dreams were. You were dead. “Almost every night, I hear her voice and she…” Kakucho says but his words trail off as he notices Izana's expression. Perhaps talking about you while he's here isn't the best idea. He was the one to claim you and take your life. Kakucho could only imagine what it felt like to be there at your final moments. His thoughts were interrupted when Izana spoke. “Does she call your name first?” His eyes were empty, it's as if he was staring into a void. “Or you only realize she's there when you feel her body on top of yours?” He said with a bit of guilt on his tongue. 

Everyone paused for a moment to think. “Let me guess… She's wearing a white slip?” Rindou asks and he is met with an immediate response from Ran. “And by the time you're done fucking her, it's blood stained?” The room fell silent, everyone realized that they were all having the same dream. How? How was this possible when you didn't own any white sleepwear and there was no blood at the crime scene? Each of them began to repeat the vivid dreams and what went on. There were slight differences between them but all ended the same. They woke up feeling as if someone was in the room with them, as if they were actually making love to you.

Their discussion went well into the night, after hours they decided to head home, but a drunken Shion went to the cemetery to pay a visit to your grave. He was slowly walking up the rows looking for your plot, eerily enough he felt calm. Maybe it was liquor in his veins but he wasn't afraid. He continued to drink from the bottle of sake, of course he left Izana’s and took his comfort with him. When he reached your headstone, he crouched down and placed his hand on the cold slate. “If you wanted us to visit you baby, you could have just asked.” He says and feels tears prick his eyes. Tenjiku always prides themselves in not attaching themselves to people. However, you were different - you brought warmth to their lives. Despite the fact that they were getting attention elsewhere, your attention is what they fixated on. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the headstone. “We miss you.” He said softly. Never in a hundred years did he think he’d mourn for someone outside of Tenjiku’s leaders. 

After several minutes of crying and wishing for you to come back, Shion poured sake into a shot glass and left it on the left side of the tombstone. He was about to stand up when he realized there was no noise in the cemetery. No crickets, no rustling of the trees, leaves or anything. It was dead silent. Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps behind him made him whip his head around. Who the fuck was out here at 1am? He started to freak out when everything got quiet again. Turning around to bid your grave goodbye, he saw something that almost made his heart stop. A pair of arms were hanging over the headstone as if someone was leaning on it. Shion threw himself back and away, when he looked up to see who the person was - he had completely lost his voice. “Hey…” That soft and sweet voice he's longed to hear rang in his ears. He couldn't believe his eyes, you were right in front of him. 

“...(Y/N)?” He stutters and looks in disbelief, even rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Maybe it was the alcohol that was making him see things. He sees you swing around the headstone, sitting on it and lean slightly back. You were wearing that white slip that you wear in their dreams. Smiling, you spread your legs apart, even through the moonlight he could catch a glimpse of your heat. Lifting the slip above your thighs, you beckon him to come closer and he does so without hesitation. “Shion…” You almost whimper his name as he runs his hands along your thighs. The warmth of your skin felt too real and he couldn’t wrap his head around it. Gently tangling your fingers in his hair, you pull his face closer to your core, you want him to taste you. 

He felt his heart pounding and his hands were trembling. Shion’s breath hitches as he inhaled your scent and gripped your thighs. Glancing up at you once more before he dove in, he made eye contact with you - your eyes were hazy. It’s that same look you had in his dreams. “Oh fuck…”  He groans as his tongue makes a long swipe between your folds, tasting you and making you gasp. Everything felt like it was going so fast that by the time he realized you were grinding your hips into his face, he was losing himself. “Just like that! Don’t stop!” You moan into the night as he sucks on your bundle of nerves. He was eating you out as if it was his last meal on earth. Truth be told, he gave in to this little dream as he didn’t know when was the next time he’d be able to see you. What if he forgets about you one day? What if he forgets the way you taste, the way you sound or the way you feel? The thoughts were driving him mad. “(Y/N), baby - I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”  Shion whimpers as he hears your moans get louder. You were close. 

“Mmnh…We should have told you-fuck, the truth.” He continues to apologize and puts more pressure on your clit with his tongue. His right hand begins to snake its way between your legs and he slides two digits in, curling his fingers to find your sweet spot. Throughout all those times he’s visited you in your dreams, eating you out was his favorite thing to do to you. Feeling how you clenched around his digits, he picked up his pace and made you scream out his name. Your juices coated his fingers and tongue, nothing compared to having you come undone. 

The moment he pulled away to look up at you, your body slid down and your warm embrace made him feel whole. Without any further hesitation, he unzipped his slacks and let his desires take him even further. He penetrated your sopping cunt in one swift motion. He was enveloped with pure bliss. Shion proceeded to move your hips into his. Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that he was eating you out but he didn’t last. Those pathetic whimpers of desperation echoed across the empty cemetery as he filled you to the brim. A tender feeling on his neck made him gasp as he realized you were sucking on his pulse point. “(Y/N)...” He moaned. “Come visit me again my love.” Your voice echoed in his ear. The honey in your voice was slowing his heart beat, almost as if he was in a daze. His head started to feel fuzzy and his vision was going white. I feel like I'm gonna pass out… He thinks to himself before his body slums over in your arms. 

*a few hours later*

“He's waking up.” A male voice echoes in the room. Shion could barely make out the figures in front of him. His eyes were bloodshot. “What the hell happened to you?” Another voice asks. When his eyes finally adjusted to the light, he realized he was at Izana's place surrounded by Tenjiku's men. He sits up immediately, shifting left to right - looking for you. “WHERE IS SHE?” He yells and continues to look around. Mochi firmly held him in place trying to calm him down. Several voices were swarming in Shion's head, too many people were talking, it was giving him anxiety and upsetting his stomach. “Everyone, shut up.” Izana says and the room goes silent in an instant. 

After several minutes of silence, Shion was able to calm down and he explained to everyone what happened. It was hard to believe since he was drunk by the time he headed ‘home’ but the way he was explaining everything in such detail, the glow in his eyes, the tremble in hands - he was telling the truth. “You have no idea how you got here, do you?” Rindou asks. Shaking his head, Shion said no - he couldn’t recall what happened afterwards. Apparently he came back at 4:30am  and knocked on Izana's front door until he opened it. He had no idea he was so close to getting punched in the face. The only reason he didn't was because Izana noticed the expression on his face. Within seconds he collapsed on the floor. The events weren't making sense. 

Kakucho had a sinking feeling in his stomach, something wasn't right and someone else was bound to end up in the same state as Madarame. 

Several days went by without incident, however… Mochi went to the cemetery to drop off some flowers. He was weary but opted to go during the day and sober, while the sun was still out. When he arrived, he noticed an empty shot glass on the grass, it looks like the caretakers haven't stopped by yet. Picking up the glass he put it on top of the head stone. He sighed at feeling the cold slate under his palm. He hated knowing that you could have been spared if they would have told you the truth. “Forgive us little lady, we didn't mean to hurt you.” He said while arranging the flowers on the metal rack. They were golden-rayed lilies. Their beautiful white and gold colors stood out against the dark slate. He sat there in silence for about 30 minutes, offering a prayer and closed his eyes. The light breeze kissed his skin and the fragrant flowers made him relax. The soft sound of the wind rustling the leaves in the distance was soothing. In another life (Y/N), we'd protect you… He says softly before opening his eyes. The moment he did, everything was dark… 

“What the fuck?” He says outloud and notices that the sun has long since set. Quickly getting up on his feet, he made the immediate dash to his motorcycle. He didn't even bother looking around to see if anyone was there. He wasn’t going to run the risk of the same thing happening to him as it did to Shion. Zooming down the streets, he made it home and the moment he closed the door behind him. He paused, taking in a deep breath and exhaling, he needed to pull himself together. There was no way he was there for 6 hours. How did it go from 4:00 in the afternoon to 10:00 pm? His thoughts were interrupted when there was a knock on the door. 

Knock. Knock. 

The sound was light and almost a bit shy. He felt a bit uneasy opening the door, he didn't hear any footsteps when he was walking down the hallway nor did he see anyone in the hallways. “Yeah? Who is it?” He retorted rather cautiously. He was met with silence. 

Knock. Knock. 

Another knock at his door made a chill run down his spine. “Who the fuck is it?” He yelled and pressed his ear against the door. Waiting to hear some sort of movement or voice. The silence was unnerving. His door didn't have a peephole so he couldn't even check to see who or what was on the other side. He waited for 5 minutes before pulling away from the door. Whoever was there probably got tired of waiting and left. Taking 4 steps away from the door, the sound of another knock made him furious. 

Mochi snatched the door handle and yanked the door open. What he saw made his throat go dry and left him in shock. “About time you open the door.” You giggled and walked into his apartment. 

You. It was you. 

The same woman he sees in his dreams wearing a white slip with a heavenly smile on her face. Mochizuki froze in place. His eyes followed your figure as it walked past the doorway. Your dainty hands gently pried his hand from the doorknob and closed the door. “(Y/N)...” He stuttered and felt your hand caress his. Slowly you brought his hand to your face, making him caress your cheek. The warmth in his palm felt real. Your skin was soft and warm, it felt alive. “I missed you.” You almost purr out as you come closer, slowly pressing your body against his. 

His immediate reaction was to wrap his arms around you. Burying his face into your neck and breathing in your scent as if it were his only oxygen and lifeline. “Fuck… Please tell me I'm dreaming.” He mumbled while remaining buried in your neck. Your response was to wrap your arms around him and embrace him. Patting him on the head and playing with his braid. Pulling slightly away to look at your face, he notices your eyes - they are hazy and full of desire. “Kiss me.” Your sultry tone made him throw all reasoning out the window and he dove into your lips. Your warm and wet tongue was matching his pace, you two became a desperate mess of kisses and moans. 

Before he knew it, he had you pinned against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist. Everything was going so fast, when did he unbutton and unzip his pants? Your white slip was already pushed up above your waist and you could feel the way his length was pulsing against your wet folds. “We should have told you the truth.�� He moans huskily as his tip pushes past your tight entrance. He could see you struggle, almost gasping at the stretch and burn of his cock bullying its way inside you. 

Every vein and inch could be felt. Your moans and whimpers echoed in his ear. Mochi paused to take a deep breath, you were clenching too tight, it was making it hard for him to move. Noticing the tears streaming down your cheeks, he placed gentle kisses on your cheek, trying his best to sooth the pain. “You can take me. Right, (Y/N)?” He pants in your ear before slowly moving his hips and back forth. Feeling your body relax and melt into him, he kissed your lips and set the pace. Your body weighed nothing in his arms. He kept you in place and continued to slow fuck you until your mind went numb. One of the rowdiest members of Tanjiku was giving you slow and passionate sex. 

“Mhn! I’m gonna- oh fuck…” You barely could even speak as he was making your mind go blank. He picked up the pace to chase his high, making you cry out his name and burying your face into his neck. If this is what heaven felt like, he didn’t want to be sent back down to earth. He envied Izana for being the one to take your life. By the time he finished, he noticed you were biting his shoulder and he felt his body go numb. “Don’t forget about me…promise?” He hears you say before he completely loses all strength in his body and slides down to his knees. Everything went black. 

The sound of his door being kicked in startles him awake and he finds himself in bed. He quickly gets up and finds Mucho and Kakucho by the doorway. “Where the fuck have you been? Why haven’t you answered any calls?!” Mucho yells at him as he storms towards his direction. Mochizuki looked confused and looked around the room. It was daytime, perhaps he was dreaming - right? “You’ve been MIA for three fucking days!” Mucho continues his yelling before Kakucho cuts in. “Are you alright though?” His tone was sincere and laced with concern. The air in the room felt heavy for a moment before Mucho’s words finally hit Mochi. “Wait, did you say three days?” He asks and feels his blood run cold. The others nodded and asked him where he was this whole time. “I went to the cemetery. But I swear it was daytime, I didn’t go at night. I was sober and…” Mochi’s words trailed off when he saw something on the floor. A single lily on the floor by the doorway. It didn’t make sense, he didn’t bring anything back with him - he had to be dreaming. 

They decided to have a meeting. Izana prohibited everyone from visiting the cemetery until further notice. For the sake of our sanity, you cannot visit the cemetery, stay away from it at all costs. He was serious. Perhaps they were all just having a really hard time coming to terms with your death. They needed to focus on something else, get out and see more women or maybe get away from the city. It was rather unnerving, they couldn’t find the cause of these dreams nor an explanation to what was occurring. Them not being able to remember things could be a serious issue. If an accident were to happen, they could end up in the hospital, killing another person by accident or worse…they could die. 

Two months had flown by without incident, everyone was doing fine and they didn’t have any dreams of you. It’s almost as if you stopped haunting them.

*in Mucho’s apartment*

He was having a hard time sleeping, he laid in bed tossing and turning. He shouldn’t have been taste testing so many different coffees all at once. The amount of caffeine in his system was making his heart race. He figured he’d just get up and sit in the living room and put something on. Mucho spent a few hours surfing channels as this late at night only infomercials were airing on the majority of the channels. He opted for something really boring in hopes that it would be enough to put him to sleep.

He finally settled on a random channel as he was getting annoyed. As the TV ran some old history documentary, he just sat there listening to every word and watched as the images played on the screen. He wasn’t all into the boring things but grew interested in fantasy, folklore and paranormal lore as they themselves were part of the unknown. They told stories from all over the world. The best ones that piqued his interest were from Native American folklore, Latino folklore and of course from his home country, Asian folklore. “Back in the middle ages and even up until the early 19th century, people would create a salt barrier to ward off evil spirits. In folklore and also all around the world, salt was seen as a sign of purity and protection…” The female narrator said while showing reenactments of people pouring salt in a straight line at the base of their doors and window sills. He chuckled. He found it funny how some believed that salt would protect them from anything. They weren’t deterred by salt, charms or really anything else as their intentions weren’t to harm. It was really just to feed, at first it was hard to control their hunger but with time they were able to manage it. 

“In today’s day and age, you rarely see people with charms, salts or anything that indicates that the paranormal exists. However…there are some unexplained happenings that occur.” The narrator continued. “For example, a woman was found dead in her apartment in Yokohama 7 months ago.” The voice of the narrator changed, it went from dull to wicked, almost resentful. The change made Mucho sit up and he felt his blood run cold. This has to be some sort of coincidence right? I’m overthinking due to the caffeine in my system, I’m hearing things. He thinks to himself as he prepares to turn off the TV. It’s probably best for him to get some rest. “She didn’t know any better and thought she was loved and protected by the men whom she trusted the most.” The voice was now angry. He was frozen. The voice was speaking to him…? “No…we didn’t mean to hurt her.” He says to no one in particular. “Yes! You did! You knew what would happen and yet you ALL let it happen!” The voice retorted back with force. Mucho’s vision began to get blurry, tears were now streaming down his face as he felt his heart break. The room felt cold and he felt faint. They didn’t want to be blamed for your death, it was a harsh truth that they couldn’t face.

The sudden sensation of someone wrapping their arms around him made him turn around immediately. The person behind him was you. Your small frame was looming behind the couch, reaching over to embrace him. The angelic look on your face and smile, only made his heart drop. “Don’t listen to it, I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.” Your soft and gentle voice said. It did little to soothe the pain in his chest. “(Y/N)...”  He stutters. Everything went silent. He couldn’t hear the sounds of the TV anymore or the voice of the angry narrator. He could only hear the sound of his heart pounding and your soft giggle. You pulled away only to climb over the couch and sit on his lap. “I missed you.” You say and press your lips against his, giving him a gentle kiss. “Am I dreaming…?” He mutters against your lips as you continue to kiss him. 

Mucho began to feel warmth, the room that was once cold was now warm and he no longer felt like he was going to pass out. Your body was pressed against him and he could feel the way your heart was beating against him. “I need to feel you…all of you.” You whisper against his lips and fumble with his zipper. Breaking the kiss he caressed your cheeks and locked eyes with you. That beautiful hazy look in your eyes was enough to almost make him bust. He didn’t even question it or stop you. Even though he knew this was wrong or that this was a dream, he couldn’t stop it. 

Releasing his throbbing member from their restraints, you look down at it and notice the leaky tip. The lewd squelching of your hand stroking his member could be heard going on and on. The husky groans and panting escaping his throat filled the room. He leaned back, closing his eyes and let the warmth of your hands fill the void in his heart. 

Mucho had quite the stamina and discipline. Even after what felt like hours of you pleasuring him, he still wouldn’t finish, he refused to. Those throaty groans and exhales of bliss - it was soothing to hear. If only you were able to hear him and everyone else like this everyday… Even if you couldn’t actually sleep with them due to the…well, death by snoot snoot (coitus), you wished to hear them. With his large hands roaming your body he found ways to give your body pleasure. He didn’t want you to do all the work. Whether it was kneading your breasts, pinching and teasing your nipples, or snaking his hand between your thighs, he wanted to do something to hear your voice. 

Your whines got louder when his fingers found that spongy spot that had your vision going white. “Ahn! Right there!” You cry out and feel that numbing sensation creep up your spine. Mucho snickers between his moans, he felt your hand squeeze his a cock a little tighter and pick up the pace. Seeing your face in total bliss, lit his fuse - he was gonna cum. Not waiting to waste the opportunity presented to him, he gripped your wrist, stopping your motions. You couldn’t even fight it, he was merciless. The combination of your thighs trembling and your juices coating his wrist, he knew he made you see the white pearly gates all over again. 

You collapsed against his shoulder, panting and overall a mess. Mucho’s real plan kicked in, he didn’t give you even 3 seconds to breathe before he lifted your hips and sunk you down on his cock. The sudden intrusion made you scream out in pain and pleasure. Pain from being stretched out and  pleasure as he made you cum again. “You came from me just putting it in? Fuck, (Y/N) - you’re such a good girl.” He coos in your ear and guides your movements. Slowly grinding you against him, he makes you feel his entire length - the fact that his veins were pulsing and rubbing against your velvet walls had you in daze. 

Mucho felt you clench around him the moment he called you a good girl. Oh, she likes to be praised? He thinks to himself and smirks. “You’re taking me so well, princess.” He moans in your ear and feels your body shiver. What followed was you clenching again, sucking him in deeper and a little whimper escaped your lips. “Mhn…feels s’good.” You babble almost incoherently against his shoulder. Before you knew it, he was bouncing you up and down his cock. He kept praising you and telling you sweet nothings. Even if this was a dream, he wanted to make it up to you. 

He got you to the point where you couldn’t take it anymore. You were an incoherent mess and moaning so loud that he thought his neighbors were going to start banging on his door. “I-ngh! I can’t anymore!” You cry out blissfully and dig your nails into his shoulders, making him flinch and grip your hips harder. The moment you called out his name, he felt his release clawing its way out and he painted your pretty walls white. Mucho felt the way your body collapsed against him, your head was resting on his shoulder and your heavy breathing was like music to his ears. He wrapped his arms around you and caressed the back of your head, gently stroking your hair and pressing you against him.

It felt surreal to have you in his arms, your body was hot and he felt your heart beating against his chest. There was no way this was just a dream. Mucho was smiling to himself and basking in the afterglow until the sudden sensation of a pinch on his shoulder snapped him out of his daze. Your teeth had his flesh between them in a rather crude bite. Before he could pull away, he felt his body go numb and he got lightheaded. The grip on your body loosened and everything went black…

END PT 1

[andromebaa]

I am never getting this goddamn Togakure smut done guys it’s probably gonna have four or five chapters AT LEAST and I’ve barely scratched the surface of the second chapter

[ratkidpoopoop]

i really fucking NEED Muto Yasuhiro to fuck me like this

AHHHHHHH

such a big and fucking strong man being soothing and compassionate while fucking

🥴🥴🥴

🥴🥴🥴

[kyometeru]

Various waking up from a wet dream of their crush

Characters: Yasuhiro, Mondo, Izuru, Nagito, Rantaro, Kaito

Tw: Cumming in pants, gn reader non despair au, picked from wheel generator

Genre : smut go brrr

Yasuhiro

After Hiro came in his boxers I think he sleeps in boxers he couldn't believe if what he was doing to you was certainly true

Hiro probably knows much about sex but he didn't know it would be that much pleasure

Just by him putting his member inside of your sex they clenched around his member which sent lewd sounds out both of your mouths

He woke up like he was in a nightmare but with pleasure

He tugged and his boxers waistband just to see a sperm of release running down his upper thigh

He would tell nobody but only the people he trust

If you were in a relationship he would tell you but he would confuse you more

"D-dont worry about me y/n I'm fine, just some trouble just m-morning."

Mondo

If you ever had sex with this man you would definitely pass out Mondo had a crush on you for quite a while now

He wouldn't have sex with you unless you give him consent consent is sooo hawt 😍

Mondo would definitely break you but still be pleased

This is one of the few times Mondo actually got terrified

I don't think Mondo would actually be a virgin

Mondo would keep it a secret and eventually tell taka

"I'm all good y/n, just interfering with other gangs.."

Izuru

Izuru always had a fluttery when around you

And he never knew he would cum in his pants like a teenager

Izuru would be shocked for once

All he could remember was you moaning his name and begging while he was pounding you with his member deep inside the mattress

He would tell Hajime so he could understand but would tell you an other way which leaves you to Google what he said

He would have a fait blush for the rest of his day or years till you get together

"I'm really fine y/n, just feeling a little hot.."

Nagito

Nagito got more annoyed than he was in Danganronpa 2.5

He wanted to experience it more due to his "luck"

Nagito being inside of you felt heavenly

More than he can imagine is you clenching around him leaving him more needy

"..I'm all good y/n, just my luck interfering with my mornings.."

Rantaro

Rantaro would be calmer than the rest

He most likely should know what sex his since he has 12 sisters and his dad is a hoe

Would be able to keep it a secret even if you two are together

" I'm all good y/n, I promise.."

Kaito

Be would be more and more terrified he would avoid you by making excuses

He wouldn't want to do that till he was married

But it drove him more mad every time you greeted him

"o-oh look at t-the time, i-i must go! S-See you later y/n.."

A/N: Im still mad

[chatterbox-73]

So based on Danganronpa, can you write a oneshot featuring Yasuhiro Hagakure and a yakuza reader with hypnosis, harem boys and chastity please? In the fic, Yasuhiro is captured by the yakuza because of his debt issues. So the reader plans to punish him by turning him into a harem boy. This involves hypnotizing him, having him wear a skimpy harem outfit and locking him in a chastity cage. You can decide on the intimate acts between Yasuhiro, the reader and anyone else involved. What do you think?

I posted for this request but I think the post it shadowed… here is the post

[stressed-depressed-andobsessed]

Would anyone like to beta-read a Daiyakure smut fic that I'm attempting to write? I have no idea if I'm writing these idiots correctly nor if I'm doing the smut community any justice.

It contains Bottom!Daiya and Top!Hiro, anal sex, (1) sex toy, laughing during sex and potentially dirty talk so if beware of all that.

Even if it's not beta-read by someone then I'll still post it. Gotta feed the Daiyakure nation some grub 🫶🏾

[urb0yjai]

So for my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Yasuhiro Hagakure with public nudity and chastity please? In the story, he gets the idea to travel from a public bathhouse to his apartment without his clothes. So he has to navigate the city without anyone exposing him or catching him in his birthday suit or chastity cage. What do you think?

Of course!!

I'm so sorry that it took me a bit to get to your request!! I hope you enjoy this though!

Characters: Yasuhiro Hagakure x GN!reader!! mentions of Mondo and Leon

warnings: NSFW, public nudity, chastity, reader is a bit of a tease, I haven't written nsfw in a bit so might not be that good ;-;

word count: 776

NSFW UNDER THE CUT! MINORS DNI

Birthday Suit

Yasuhiro's breath became heavy as he heard {Name's} voice over the phone. Hearing such a request was enough to get the clairvoyant hot and bothered. He kept silent until he hear his lover's voice through the phone speaker once more.

"Don't make me repeat myself, love. I know you heard what I just said, so do it."

Yasuhiro's voice hitched as he mustered up the courage to speak. His mouth felt dry and he struggled to come up with the proper words to say to such a request.

"Awwwh don't get all shy on me now Yasuhiro, you're not backing down on me, are you? I promise I'll give you a nice treat when you come back here okay?"

Yasuhiro gave a soft hum, almost sounding like a moan of sorts. Finally gaining the courage to strip from his clothing in the changeroom of the public bathhouse. He knew his apartment wasn't too far away, maybe a couple hundred metres or so. It was later at night as well so there was a high chance of him getting away with this stunt that his lover decided to pull. However, the sheer thrill of walking around the city in only his chastity belt was enough to arouse him.

Knowing he could be caught by anyone at any moment sent the best kind of shivers down his spine.

Once naked, Yasuhiro began to put on his chastity belt that sat in his bag, praying no one walked into the locker rooms at this moment. He took a deep breath once it was snug on his dick, biting his lip to hold back a moan. He packed all his clothing into his bag neatly, except for his jacket which he decided to just carry with him in case he needed to make a quick cover up as to not get caught by someone he potentially knew. It would have been a real shame to have one of his former classmates was to catch him in such a state.

When he was ready he began his travel to the apartment that he shared with {Name}. He knew that they'd be waiting for him so he decided to take a shortcut home that he knew was accessible to the public, as to stay loyal to the request, but that was less used and got him to the apartment quickly, Yasuhiro took the side exit of the bathhouse, he knew there would be more people in the lobby as it was later at night. He poked his head out the door and looked left to right, making sure no one was coming down the dimly lit sidewalk. Once the coast was clear he began walking home.

It was a slightly faster walk than what he would normally do, however, while arousing to think about, he truly did not want to get caught by the public eye. That would just cause the embarrassment that he did not need. Luckily most of the shops he passed by were closed due to the time of night He continued walking before turning onto a side street he knew would take him straight to his apartment. He decided to pull out his phone and text his s/o about his whereabouts and around when he would be home

Yasuhiro's heart skipped a beat when he heard a door opening and people coming out of a house. His pace began to increase when he recognized the talking. It was Leon and Mondo. They live down this way?? he thought to himself. The last people he wanted to be caught by were those two. They would never let him live this down. He tried to avoid the light of the dim streetlights as their talking began to quiet down and the apartment came into view. He couldn't relax yet though. Getting into the apartment without being caught was going to be a difficult challenge.

He decided to go in through the underground parking lot entrance and take the elevator. It would be quicker and less risky than going straight through the main entrance. So he did, he made it into the apartment and clicked the button to call the elevator, praying to whatever god looked over him that no one would be in the elevator. He quickly got inside the elevator and made his way up to the 9th floor. Speed walking all the way to his shared room with {Name}.

{Name} was already waiting with the door open.

"Well well, you did it love! Good boy~" They spoke teasingly

"Now come in and I'll reward you for being so good for me, you absolutely deserve it"

A/N: I DIDN'T WANT TO DRAG IT ON FOR TOO LONG I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!!! AGAIN IM SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET THIS IN I GOT SO BUSY!! <33

[sirthisisa-wendys]

please, any Mochi, Mucho, and/or Izana talk or content. ✨️P✨️L✨️E✨️A✨️S✨️E✨️

I beg. There is so little out there about them. It's depressing. Please, sir , could we have some more (of those 3)? We are so hungry and thirsty, and much aggrieved for it. 🥺

Yeah, this is something I can do tonight. Yes, it's all coming together... and I'm going to hell for this lol

Fresh Out: Kanji Mochizuki/ Yasuhiro Muto /Izana Kurokawa x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.3k

tw: office smut, oral, handjobs, blowjobs, edging, overstimulation, c*ck milking, you name it, we got it.

masterlist

Kanji "Mochi" Mochizuki

"Mochi..." Your fingers curl into a fist and knock on the professional's door. Mochi is in his chair, staring at the screen and solving what appears to be an unsolvable problem.

"What's going on, y/n?" Mochi asks distractedly, turning a little so he can see you walk into his office.

"We're out of creamer in the break room." Mochi turns away from his computer fully, his gaze trained on you. You look so upset, so desperate, but Mochi can't understand why you're in here and not complaining to the administrative assistant instead.

"I'm only IT," Mochi notes, gesturing at his computer. "Why don't you ask one of the interns to get some creamer for you?"

"My coffee will be cold by then." You pout, and Mochi sighs, feeling the urge to tell you "no" subside. Maybe he could do you this one favor. "I know you have the best creamer in here." His right hand slides up to wipe his face, but Mochi gets p anyways and moves towards the mini-fridge to reveal his secret stash.

"You can't tell anyone about this," he begins, opening the cold box with a grunt. "This is just a one-time thing. Do you want French vanilla or regular?"

"Ew." His eyes slide toward your figure, which is now leaning against the door, pressing it closed with a soft click. "I don't want that creamer."

"That's all I've got, princess," he quips, shutting the fridge door. "Looks like you'll have to drink it black."

"That's not what you told Annie last week." Mochi grips the door once more.

"I owed Annie a favor."

"You can do me one right now, and I'll owe you one next time." Mochi resists the devilish urge to take you up on the offer, but when you flip up your skirt and flash him - no underwear - Mochi forgets about the false show of genteel manners.

"You want it in the cup or in your mouth?"

"In my mouth. I'll wash it down with some coffee."

Mochi isn't sure why he's the hot item at the office, but as you bob up and down on his length and fondle your tits, he feels the masculine urge to not give a fuck crest.

"Fuck, just like that..." he whimpers, wrapping his fingers into your hair. "Suck a little harder, pumpkin." You apply as much pressure as you can, and he jerks, bucking into your mouth.

You gag slightly, drooling after Mochi's thrust as he stands up from his chair and holds your hair in one hand. He pistons his hips forward, touching the back of your throat with his tip. You make slurping noises and do things he's never felt a woman do to his cock before, and it coaxes his cream quickly.

"Yeah," Mochi moans, letting his cock throb angrily in your mouth as you swallow repeatedly. "Get every last drop." Once he finishes, you do as you said and wash his cum down with the coffee.

"Next time," you purr, wiping your mouth. "I'll ask you to give it to me straight, no chaser."

Yasuhiro "Mucho" Muto

"Mucho, are you listening?"

"I... Yeah," he grunts, trying to keep his composure in the group call. There's no video this time - thank God - but you're beneath his desk, on your knees, and sucking his cock roughly. If his boss wasn't so adamant about remote work, he would be totally fired.

Mucho mutes his mic and leans back to look at you. Your eyes are lidded - not quite shut - but it's obvious you're enjoying tormenting him.

"You seem to enjoy edging me."

"It keeps you sharp," you note, lips wrapped around his tip. "Keeps you alert for the sales pitch meeting."

Like hell they do. Mucho's found himself wired in front of clients, practically selling his own soul for a chance to cum inside of you if the sales went through. So now...

Mucho feels his muscles tighten. "Ah, ah..."

"Awww," you murmur under the table, changing from sucking him off to holding him by the balls. "Don't cum yet. It'll ruin the fun. I want to make a nice pie for you tonight. Do you think you can wait?"

Like hell I can. Mucho strains to hear anything besides your chiding voice, but when he comes down from his almost-high, he hears his name being mentioned in the work conversation.

"Alright, I'm going to make this sales pitch short and sweet so we can all get what we want." The hand around his cock shifts upward, and Mucho tries his best not to react. "I won't need any more than five minutes of your time."

"Mucho's fast and furious with his pitches," his boss notes with pride. "He's always been a man on a mission."

There's laughter, but no one knows Mucho's only mission is to drain his balls in your cunt tonight.

"Alright, gentleman, how about we turn to page three of the report?"

Izana Kurokawa

"One more orgasm for me... Then I'll let you get back to your duties."

Izana's earned this; he knows he's earned this milking for weeks. He's been nothing but the top performer in his field, the best person to have as a mentor, the best of the very best.

And you - his direct supervisor - knew it, too.

"You really worked hard this quarter, hm?" If anyone knew Izana - COO of your company - let you strap him to a contraption on the wall and blindfolded him while wringing his dick of every ounce of cum he produced that day, they'd never look at him the same way.

"I heard you gave your managers a nice... long break since they worked so hard."

"I did," Izana pants, working himself in your hand. He eases his hips back and forth, stimulating his prostate. "I worked so hard for you, y/n."

"I know you did, baby." You press your lips to his cockhead. Izana wants to moan as loud as he possibly can, but that would alert everyone to the things going on in your office. And the last guy that did that was quickly sacked and hasn't recovered.

You continue to stroke his cock with care, and Izana writhes back and forth, trying to fight off the sudden urge to cum and cover you with it, even though he couldn't see you. He'd already made a mess he'd have to clean up off of the carpet, but that would be after aftercare and cuddles and pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

He'd clean it up for you later.

"Are you going to cum for me?"

"Please," Izana croaks, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his face. "I want to cum for you."

"Cum for me..." Izana wants to; he desperately wants to tip over the edge one more time. "I know you want to," you hum, standing up and stroking his cock forcefully. "What if I let you cum in me?"

Izana cums so hard at the thought of even touching your pussy that he almost blacks out. His eyes roll into the back of his head, and you place a hand over his mouth as he lets go all over your plush thighs. He'd clean that up to, and with a joyful spirit. His tongue slaivates at the memory of cleaning your breasts after he came prematurely his first time. It tasted like heaven...

"That's a good boy... Ready for me to take you down?"

"Yes," Izana whimpers, parched and aching and needy. When you press the man against your chest, he exhales deeply, feeling the warmth of the love he thought he'd get from a mother figure. But alas, he's here with you, cumming to your tune.

"You did so good," you murmur, patting his head. "And you'll keep doing good for me."

"Yes," Izana breathes. "Yes, I will. Only for you."

[milkyboiiiii]

hiii (≧◡≦) ♡ i was wondering if for the nsfw alphabet event you could do A, B, I, &K for yasuhiro muto please ♡

NSFW Alphabet : Mucho!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Mucho's aftercare is him holding you against his chest. He'll play with your hair and give you kisses and praise, it's a really soft intimate time between you two.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his hands. He'll always compare hand sizes with you just to see how tiny yours look compared to his.

Absolutely adores your hips! Always walks with his hand resting on your hips. Loves the curves of them and thinks that they're really pretty.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

A little bit more on the romantic side. Sex with Mucho is soft and gentle, he loves making you feel special during the moment. Littering your skin with kisses, always making sure you feel good, and he'll tell you how good of a job your doing at taking his entire length

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Size kink size kink size kink

Mucho's so big and tall so it only makes sense! You look so small compared to him, it's them most adorable thing to him!

Before he stuffs his cock inside of you he loves placing it on you stomach just to see how deep he'll be.