#haunts — takiishi ♱

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SCREAM OF THE BUTTERFLY | Y. ENDO + C. TAKIISHI

cw: 18+ mdni, f! reader, blood, rough blowjob, takiishi smacks endo a couple times, reader referred to as her, bunny, + thing wc: 0.8k a/n: elaboration of this. pure filth. so.

takiishi holds you to him by your throat. he likes to feel himself fucking into you.

endo distracts you from the lack of oxygen, or he tries to at least. you know he’s well intentioned when he’s circling your clit with one tattooed hand and tweaking your nipple with the other. with his large frame wrapped around you from behind like this, he can crane his neck up to watch takiishi too, with the wet sounds of his cock gagging you in his ear. it’s like heaven to him.

endo turns his head to lick a stripe up your neck, trailing sloppy wet kisses down to the base where takiishi’s thumbs rest. the thought of taking a thumb into his mouth plagues him, and he can’t stop himself. but the second his hair tickles the sensitive skin of takiishi’s fingers, he’s glaring down at endo with murderous intent, and before either of you realize what’s happening, some of the pressure on your throat is relieved and endo is knocked back from his caging position around you.

“ahh, fuck,” he chuckles from behind you. you barely make it out as he drawls out a breathy “always in your way, ain’t I?”

paying him no mind, takiishi wordlessly turns his gaze back down to you, and without endo breathing down your neck, he can pull you further onto his cock. he delights in the glossy tears running down your cheeks, and strokes his thumb softly against your throat, though it does nothing to soothe the burn. you find yourself missing endo’s overbearing presence, and weakly stretch a hand out in his direction to find something to hold onto.

endo tsks, “such a greedy lil thing.” but his mouth feels empty, so he takes a few of your small fingers inside to keep his tongue busy, and you moan around takiishi’s cock at the contact. when he throws his head back and grunts, endo’s eyes narrow with mirth and he smirks around your fingers knowingly.

a dip in the bed behind you, and endo is taking your fingers that he very kindly slobbered on for you, and guiding your hand through your own folds. garbled noises and moans vibrate against takiishi’s cock as endo makes you pleasure yourself. gazing up at him, he sees the way his hips buck and knows he won’t last much longer. he just needs a little push. endo circles your wet fingers around your clit, his hair tickling your earlobe as he whispers, “come on bunny, make takiishi cum. I know you can do it.”

a strangled scream rips from your throat from the overwhelming pleasure endo’s giving you coupled with the oxygen that takiishi takes. as your walls clench around nothing, takiishi's hot streams of cum flood down your throat, but he pulls his hips back ever so kindly so you can taste him on your tongue, too.

endo couldn't move fast enough to clutch your jaw in his hands and press his open mouth to yours, flicking his tongue around yours and sucking it greedily. the bitter taste of cum on his lips mixes with something sharp and metallic, and he feels your mouth twitch in hesitance. he pulls back, a string of saliva and cum connecting the two of you. your eyes widen when you see smeared blood stains under his nose and upper lip. he follows your gaze, speaking lowly against your lips, "'kiishi got me good, huh?" he chuckles, "...but you'll clean me up, yeah?" before you can respond, his lips are on yours again, desperate and moaning and licking into your mouth, until he yelps and pulls away, your tired eyes fluttering open at the loss of contact.

takiishi's grabbing endo by the roots of his hair, pushing his nose into the bed like a bad dog. his harsh voice is barely audible to you, but clear in endo's ear, "look what you made her do. you wasted it." when he pulls endo back up, you notice the small wet spot on the sheets and a smear of cum against his hooked nose.

"I-I'm sorry chika, wanted to taste you so bad, I-"

a resounding smack echoes through the room, and endo's head flies into the pillow beside you. your gaze trails along his body, and he looks wrecked. his cock is straining against his sweats, his torso covered in bites and bruises, chest heaving, and his upper lip, stretched into a wide, dazed smile, is stained with drying blood and cum. takiishi's cold eyes glare down into endo's gleaming ones. the tension between them has you clenching your thighs together.

"you'll have to make it up to us," takiishi spits. endo shivers in pure delight.

you're in for a long night.

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CHAUFFEUR | Y. ENDO + C. TAKIISHI

cw: 18+ mdni, f! reader, fluff to smut very quickly, car sex(?), reader gets fingered lol. uhh that's it i think. wc: 1.5k. a/n: this is p tame compared to my other works on here ✮ツ hope u enjoy anyway.

“Thank fuck,” you breathe, luggage in hand as you finally make it past baggage claim. It’s been a long few weeks on your business trip without Takiishi and Endo. While you enjoyed the peace and quiet at first, it quickly became lonely without them. They’re always there to help you relax after a long shift, or to listen to you complain about your boss, though it tends to turn into them threatening to talk to him for you. 

You wait on a bench outside the airport for Endo to pick you up, jittering with excitement. You’re sure he has plenty of stories to fill you in on– he’ll take any opportunity to talk about Takiishi– as well as pent up energy to take out on you. The thought makes you cross your legs and smile to yourself in anticipation.

The all too familiar low, rumbling purr of Endo’s car alerts you that he’s nearby, and you scurry to your feet. The polished black sheen of it rolls around the corner, definitely over the airport parking lot speed limit, and pulls up right in front of you, the brakes nearly screeching to a halt. You swear the driver’s side door opens before the car even comes to a full stop, and Endo's tall, tattooed frame prances towards you, muscled arms outstretched, with a bellowing, “Babyyyy!”

He’s just as excited as you are, and butterflies swarm in your tummy at the thought. As he closes the distance, you lunge towards him and get swallowed up in his warmth, face pressed against his pecs that bulge under his tank top. His voice is muffled against your hair when he murmurs, “I missed you baby, welcome home!” 

You giggle, “Not exactly home yet, Yamato. Countin’ on you to get me there.”

He presses a kiss onto the top of your head with an obnoxious muah, and mutters, “Got you, baby. Lemme get these bags off your hands.” As he turns to load your bags in the trunk, you startle a bit at the presence behind him you hadn’t previously noticed– Takiishi.

He stares, waiting for you to approach him. Staring back in shock, because a bustling airport isn't exactly his scene, you amble towards him, “O-oh. Chika. You came!” He blinks, and nods, fingers twitching at his sides, perhaps in anticipation. You fumble a bit in your steps toward him, and your eyes flit around his face in search of…well, anything, really.

The sound of the trunk slamming shut barely registers as you and Takiishi stare at each other, as well as Endo’s sing-songy tone, “Of course he came! I told you he missed you!” 

The comment has you beaming and craning your neck up at the man in front of you, hinting that you want a kiss without being too forward for his liking. But Takiishi, full of surprises as he is, pulls you to him by the back of your neck, making you yelp. The second your lips connect, his tongue is sliding against yours and nearly breaching your throat. He drinks you in like he’s trying to consume you, sucking and biting your lips until drool drips down your chin. Even then, he’s dipping down with his tongue to clean you up before he gets you messy all over again. His hands circle your waist and run down your hips, squeezing as gently as is possible for him. Ringed fingers dip under the hem of your shirt so he can smooth over the skin of your belly, making you squeak from the sudden cold. You’re brought back to reality when the airport’s sliding doors open beside you, and a group emerges, murmuring amongst themselves and letting out awkward coughs. 

Your eyes shoot open and you separate with a loud pop, a string of spit still connecting the two of you as you nervously laugh in their direction, averting your eyes while his burn into you, still. A deep giggle reminds you that Endo's waiting, arms crossed and bulging over his chest as he leans against his car. His mouth is stretched into a smitten grin as he gazes at the two of you, completely infatuated, before he chirps, “Ya ready now?”

Endo opens the backseat door for you, like a gentleman, before a harsh grip on his wrist prevents him from closing it. Takiishi slides in beside you, grabbing the inside handle to slam it shut, almost crushing Endo’s fingertips in the process. Endo sighs to himself with a dreamy smile as he walks around to the driver’s side door. Lovebirds, he thinks.

The second Takiishi sits beside you, his hands are on you. Innocent at first— as innocent as he can be. He rubs and squeezes at your thighs as you rest your head on his shoulder and throw quick, tired responses to Endo as he blabbers on enthusiastically, oblivious to the scene behind him. 

“Did you touch yourself while you were away?” Takiishi whispers right into your ear, calloused palm trailing up your thigh. 

You nod your head no, and he tsks. “I don’t believe you.”

His fingertips dip under your skirt as he recalls the times you missed their calls in the past two weeks, claiming to be “too busy” to answer, even though you promised to call back later. He didn’t take kindly to your lack of availability. It was to the point Endo was nearly praying you’d pick up on the first ring, just so he wouldn’t have to walk on eggshells around Takiishi until you graced them with a call back. 

He pulls your panties to the side, swiping a finger through your folds and breathing out deep through his nose at the feeling of your slick. Other than the kiss at the airport, he can’t think of any other reason you’d be dripping like this. So now, as he’s gathering your slick on the pads of his fingers to circle your clit, he wonders if maybe you truly went two weeks without touching yourself to the thought of them. Most importantly, him. The thought has him bristling, a searing heat behind his eyes and a tight pull in his chest. He kisses his teeth, unfamiliar with the feeling that’s been brewing in his gut since you left. So what if you were too busy to miss him? Your pussy clearly wasn’t.

In one movement, he’s down to the knuckle of his index. Your eyes flit to Endo in the rear view mirror, his own twinkling as he beams, rattling off plans he’s made now that you’re back. You’re half listening, nodding so Endo feels acknowledged and Chika feels encouraged— not that it would stop either of them from doing what they want.

You’re thankful for the way Endo never shuts up, or there would be nothing to cover the squelch as Takiishi slides a second finger in, curling them upwards and moving at just the pace you like. His rough fingers drag against your walls in a way yours never could, stretching you and reaching spots you long for when he’s not around. He scissors them, prompting you to spread your thighs further apart to give him more access. Pushing deeper into you, he feels around for the spot he knows will have you falling apart in no time. A gentle reminder that you have no business ignoring him again.

Endo's voice is merely an echo to you, but you're alert enough to register and muster out mumbled affirmations. It doesn't sit well with the man who's knuckle deep in you, waiting on you to give him what you owe him. Once he brings the heel of his palm down to grind against your clit, you’re fucked. There’s no way to hide the blissed out expression you wear or the desperate cant of your hips to match his tempo. 

Endo, still babbling on, checks the rear view mirror, nearly pouting at your lack of response, only to see the whites of your eyes and Chika latched onto your neck. Suddenly he’s quiet, and turning the music down too, so he can hear how sloppy you are as Takiishi pumps his fingers inside you. He’s not paying enough attention to the road to notice a pothole that directs Chika’s fingers straight into your sweet spot, forcing a loud, strangled moan out of you.

“Chika,” you whine, rolling your head back onto the headrest and grabbing at his thighs. 

“Hm. So now you wanna talk to me?” He angles his fingers to press up against that spot, over and over again.

“Can….hah! Ah..Chi—fuck!” 

“Use your words.”

“Chika….Chika can I cum? Please?”

He responds by pushing his fingers deeper as Endo takes a hand off the wheel to palm his aching cock. 

An obscene, drawn out moan of Takiishi’s name is followed by a sob, and you’re squirting all over his fingers and Endo’s leather seats. He removes them to lean forward and drag his hand along Endo’s cheek before dipping into his mouth. Endo moans as his eyes roll back into his head, swerving around on the road in the process. “Watch it.” Takiishi corrects. Endo nods rapidly, eyes lidded. Chika leans back and drags his gaze down your body, adjusting your skirt and patting your hair down. “Is that enough proof?” 

You’re still reeling from your orgasm, head fuzzy, “Pr–huh? Proof of what?”

“...That I missed you.”

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shotgunning with takiishi & endo ...

takiishi holds you between his legs, back to his chest and tilts your jaw back with his thumb and finger, using his other hand to wrap around your throat or squeeze your thigh as you breathe in. 

seeing your eyes glossed over and barely comprehending what he’s saying to you gets his lips quirking up for a split second. you nod and smile, just how he likes you.

endo makes you straddle him so he can roll his hips against you as he blows the smoke between your lips, so you gasp, blowing it back to him on accident. he shakes his head and laughs, tells you you’re wasting it and to be more careful…😒

he loves seeing your droopy eyes and the way you cling to his arm like a vice. gives you more smoke even when you protest, because “you can handle it, doll~” … loves to see you giggling and pliant under his touch.

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making out with takiishi in the back seat while endo drives yall around -> him fingerfucking you completely unbeknownst to endo ‘yapmaster 3000’ yamato

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i just had a vision of making out with chika while straddling his lap. he’s got your arms pinned behind your back while he’s leaning forward and licking into your mouth because your hands in his hair plus the grind of your hips was too overstimulating and he didn’t like how much control you had over him. and on that note i’m gonna go lay down

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it’s a ritual to snowball with endo after takiishi cums in your mouth.

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virgin chika

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chika takiishi i want to bite ur head off 🖤