#kazushi yamagishi x male reader

[kagsboyfriend]

Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did, pt 2

pt. 1

author's note: this may not have much revenge-y thoughts, its more of a flashback chapter, but dont worry they'll come. just one more sad chapter and bad bitch vibes will be present dw. also this was way longer than intended so enjoy!!!!!!!!!! also by the end it's a bit rushed as i didn't have a Segway from this chapter to the next so sorry!!!

“We need to talk to you” You heard Yamagishi scream that from the sidewalk. If you would’ve been honest, you thought that they’ve come to defend your asshole ex on his decision, and you would have none of that, you decided.

“Get off my house, I don’t wanna talk with anybody” You shrugged off loudly. Before you could close the balcony’s door, you heard Hinata shout.

“You want to know what happened don’t you?”

You stopped midway the door, now lurking your interest. Of course you wanted to know what happened, but you were still tired. “The key’s on the pot, come in but please stay in the living room, I still wanna sleep” You sighed.

Takuya was the one who reached to the pot resting on the window. Now all four of them were entering your house. One by one they left their shoes at the entrance, making themselves comfortable. Makoto immediately went to the fridge and grabbed a gelatin for him, and one for Yamagishi.

Hinata and Takuya were making their way upstairs to your room. The peachette was the one who knocked on the door first, hearing a groan as a response. “Please wait downstairs, im still sleepy” You babbled, wanting them to leave you alone.

Hinata, stubborn as ever, she hesitated and responded back “No (Y/N), you agreed to have the truth told to you, and that’s what I’m here for” You shifted in your bed “No.”

The peachette did not care and opened the door anyways. She and Takuya saw you lying in your bed, facing the wall. Both walked to your bed, sitting opposite of each other. The blond glanced at your resting body, gently carresing your hair strands. He sighed nervously.

“When we were in the club last night” He started to recite “A girl started to approach him”

Karen was now in front of Akkun, moving her ways sensually but still low. Her hips rocked left and right in a slow swaying movement, glancing back and forth towards Akkun’s face and pelvic area. Akkun, on the other hand, was staring hesitantly to the woman in front of him, his arms siding him, resting in the bar counter, his face starting to heat up from the alcohol he’s downed. Even though the rest of the division hadn’t come, he already had some beers down in his system.

Thoughts weren’t clear in his brain, so now he was grabbing this seemingly random girl’s waist. One hand was on his drink, and the other on the girl front of him, taking her closer to him. In a blur now they were both kissing. Karen was the one leading the moment, with Akkun following and mirroring her movements. Her lips were moving in a needy way, wanting him to make more moves himself.

She was pouring a beer down the space between both’s faces, not only tasting lips, feeling now the alcohol pounding their bloodstream. Karen stepped back a little bit, now looking at the man in front of her in a lustful manner. “Wanna go? I need to show you something” she insinuated, rubbing her lower abdomen, now sitting in the redhead’s lap, legs open, and pushing herself forwards. Akkun quickly took note of what she was implying, grabbing her from the waist, and making its way to exit the bar.

Mere seconds after they left, the rest of the first division arrived at the bar. Takuya happened to glance left of him, and saw a person who resembled Akkun sprinting towards the motel nearby, with appareantly someone in his arms. He shrugged it off at first, but when he entered the bar and saw no presence of Akkun in there, his interest peaked.

When he left the bar, the blond felt someone grab his arm. He saw Hinata, with a curious face and a deadly grip in him. “Oww Hinata, what was that for?” He groaned from the sudden pain, shaking off his arm in an attempt to cease the pain.

“Why did you left?” Hinata asked, wanting him to come inside the bar and be with everyone else, preventing him from not socializing. “I think I saw Akkun leaving towards the motel there with someone” The blond responded hesitant, pointing towards the place he supposedly saw his friend run.

“He must’ve gone with (Y/N) to have sex, what’s the deal?” She shrugged off bluntly “Go inside”.

“No no, you don’t understand, I know the person with Akkun wasn’t (Y/N), he said that he wouldn’t be coming” He hesitated. “Please follow me, just this once, and I will leave you alone”

“… fine, but you must make this quick” She said as she finally gave in. “Well let’s go!” Takuya said excitedly, grabbing her hands and running off to the motel.

When they arrived, the clerk in charge of reception looked at them indifferently “Normal or Good room?” He scoffed. “Any room!” Hinata smashed a wad of 100 yen bills to the clerk, fed up quickly going upstairs to find Akkun. “Just room 13 is occupied, grab any other” The clerk scoffed, looking now at his newspaper.

Takuya quickly went up the same stairs, looking for Hina that was checking every door if she could find some type of sound. “Why are you suddenly so interested?” The blond asked her. “Dont you know im the best gossip searcher in this goddamn country” Hinata playfully said, but that didn’t quite catch on Takuya, as he responded rolling his eyes.

“Why are you going on too much detail?” you asked. Takuya shushed you hesitantly “We’ll get there when we get there”

“The old man said that room 13 was the only one occupied” He said, inspecting every room number, until Hina found it. “Here it is, room 13” she exclaimed, now Takuya and herself leaning towards the door.

First they couldn’t hear a lot, only muffled noises and breathy moans. “This isnt the right one, lets leave Taku” she whispered to the body left of her. But when they lifted their ears from the door, they heard it

“Oh”

An ‘Oh’ so familiar, they sticked to the musty door again, now hearing in much more detail each sound. As they heard more, the more they were sure that Akkun was there, banging someone, who definitely didn’t sound like you at all, not even when she muttered words.

They couldn’t believe what they were hearing. Akkun, known for his swore loyalty and devotion towards his boyfriend, now was having sex with some random chick in a cheap as hell motel. Where the fuck was his standards? His shame?

The love for his couple?

Where was it?

The mix of emotions had been pushing through both of them. Neither did Takuya not Hinata couldn’t describe what they were feeling. The blond’s hands were gripping on the door’s flat surface, and Hinata was tapping her shoe quite loudly.

In an attempt of rescuing his friend’s relationship, Hinata stormed in towards the room. Both Akkun and her hookup were still going at it. Hinata stared with a rage filled gaze, now approaching Akkun.

The peachette grabbed Akkun from behind his shoulders, throwing him across the room. Tachibana stormed towards the redhead and started to shout at him.

“HOW DID YOU FUCKING DO THIS” She slapped him.

“CANT YOU THINK OF OTHERS, OF YOUR BOYFRIEND?” Another slap was heard.

The shouting and slapping festine continued, Takuya was looking startled towards them. Hinata was punching Akkun as she was the one cheated on. Karen on the other hand, was still in the bed, covering her body with the sheets.

“Now you know” she cooed towars (Y/N). During all of the story, you didn’t mutter any word, nor any movement at all. But when she finished, it was your breaking point. All they could hear from the covers were muffling sounds, shaky sobs and you shifting in your bed, finally revealing you from your hiding spot.

Tears came flooding down your face again, but this time Takuya hugged you. He carresed your long hair as you broke down on his shoulder. Yamagishi and Makoto were now in the room aswell, both with sad and concerned looks.

Thoughts came back to your mind as this happened. You couldn’t believe what you just sat through, an explicit description on how Akkun had sex with some girl. Many kinds of thoughts were bearing your fried brain.

Were you not enough for him?

His love for you faded away?

Did he ever love you?

But how that could be, he told you could trust your life to him. That you were forever and ever together. How he could throw it all away? How he could be capable of any of this?

All must be fault of that bitch, you concluded. The one who have you feeling this must be her, the one who stole your boyfriend.

[banzaitaka]

Do not mind me, my subjects

Just a random shower thought, didn't make anything huge outta it either

Reader is 16-17 in this

Ig milf trope, but it's an older brother instead

Makoto lowkey having a thing for reader, but nothing happens

Kazushi's hot older brother

"Get your ass over here."

The male's voice sounded out loudly, firmly through the phone, leaving Kazushi stiffen up while his friends snickered at him. The volume of the phone was high enough so the whole little friend group could hear everything, even though it is pressed against the brown-haired's ear.

"Oooooh, Gishi junior is in troubleeee~.", Makoto cooed, mockingly.

Kazushi tried to send them a glare, but he was so tensed up through his brothers tone that he couldn't manage to look more mad than intimidated at that moment.

"I heard that, Makoto.", (Y/N) sighed, turning his attention back to his little brother, "Mom told me what your english teacher said, you know what that means."

Kazushi slouched dramatically, "Study time..."

Upon hearing those words escape the brown-haired's mouth, Makoto cheered loudly, "Study tiiiimeee! I'm coming with!", he exclaimed, throwing an arm around his, not at all pleased, friend.

He knew all too well that the black-haired wasn't enthusiastic about studying, but rather about seeing the older Yamagishi brother.

"Oh, hell no-"

"I don't give a fuck, I just gotta make sure Gishi junior catches up with the rest of the class."

Kazushi, now way less scared of what awaits him at home, finally manages to send his friend a nasty glance, simply earning a teasing grin from said friend in return.

Takuya chuckled, stepping closer to the phone, "Say, (Y/N), Gishi junior mentioned you made those oreo cupcakes again...", the blonde trailed off, giving the older one a moment to catch on to what he was implying.

The question earned the attention of the other two who have been keeping themselves out of this little mess up until now. They're feet subconsciously carrying them forwards as they awaited an answer.

"Takuyaaaaa, my booooooyyy! Yeah the rest of ya can come over too, I made plenty."

The boys cheered quietly, high fiving each other. All except Kazushi who, at this point, reconsidered several life desicions regarding his friend group.

He should've never let them meet his older brother.

Now, sitting in the livingroom, munching on (Y/N)'s highly praised oreo cupcakes, Kazushi was feeling way better, only slightly annoyed about the fact his brother won't let him off the hook without studying.

"I know I said the rest of ya could come,", the eldest teen spoke up, shifting his gaze back and forth between two blonde teens he hasn't met before, "but ya at least gotta tell me when you bring someone new over."

"Sorry for coming in unannounced.", the taller blonde, Draken, apologized with a little headbow, urging the other, Mikey, to do the same with a side glance.

Mikey got the hint, kind of, "Yeah, thank you for the cupcakes! They're sooo good!"

The two of them were the reason Kazushi was feeling better. Not only because he got two of the coolest people out there in his house, but also because he was sure Makoto and the others wouldn't be all over his brother when they're around.

Akkun, Takemitchy and Takuya weren't that bad, besides siding with (Y/N) when Kazushi is being teased and using the nickname (Y/N) came up for Kazushi, they hardly do anything.

Kazushi could only think of them trying to act all sweet so they could get food he prepared as other examples.

Makoto on the other hand...

With him it was basically the "Your mom's kinda hot" trope. The only difference being that it was his brother instead of his mother.

Makoto would constantly make jokes about becoming his brother in law when the (Y/HC)-haired wasn't around.

Helping (Y/N) with any little thing and sending Kazushi a smirk in secret.

Kazushi did not like that at all.

"Haha, no prob, really. And thankies, they're my specialty.", the (Y/HC)-haired flopped down on the floor across from his little brother, "And the remark was really more directed to lil Gishi junior here."

"Yeah, that's kind of on me.", Takemichi admitted as he scratched the back of his head, "They kinda tagged along when I told them where we were headed."

(Y/N) nodded, "Just shoot me a text next time."

"Yessir!", Kazushi answered, saluting, as he smiled, making his brother coo at him. He leaned over and ruffled his hair, "You're so cute, Gishi junior~."

"Heeey! Quit it!", the brown-haired pried off (Y/N)'s hand and redid his bun.

"Hey, (Y/N)?", Mikey spoke with his mouth half full.

"Yeah?", the boy turned his attention to the shorter one.

"Why do you call him Gishi junior?"

(Y/N) laughed, "When he was born, I kept forgetting his name. So I started calling him Yamagishi junior, but that was too long, so I shortened it. I memorized his name by now, but it kinda became a thing.", he cracked his fingers, still chuckling to himself, before realizing he forgot something, "Oh shit I forgot the books in my room."

The teen groaned, "I don't wanna stand up agaaaaiiiiin..."

Makoto's face immediately lit up as he saw the oportunity, "I'll get 'em for ya."

"Oh, no, you won't!"

Kazushi raced him up the stairs, unfortunately slipping up in his hurry, giving his friend an adventage.

Akkun and Takuya had a look on their faces that could be read as "I don't know these two", while Takemichi quietly laughed to himself. He wouldn't have laughed if it weren't for the memory this situation awakened.

Mikey just kept eating his treat, as he quietly watched the scenario happening. Draken and (Y/N) stared at the stairs for a few seconds before locking eyes, a questioning look in Draken's eyes, "Yeah, Makoto's kinda simping for me or something.", (Y/N) said causally.

"Huh?"

[nemowasfound]

Day 8:

Kazushi Yamagishi

Roleplay♥︎cockwarming

Warnings: Teacher/student roleplay, reader in a skimpy schoolgirl outfit.

Yamagishi grinned as his lover sat on his cock. A big smirk on his face, watching his little boyfriend so prettily dressed up and stuffed full of cock. "If you want that extra credit, you better sit pretty on my cock till I say otherwise. Understood?"

"Y-yes sir...~" (y/n) whined, doing his absolute best not to move in Yamagishi's lap.

"Good boy... you're my favorite student for sure~" Yamagishi praised, gently grabbing (y/n)'s head and turning it so they could kiss. He explored the other's mouth, causing (y/n) to whine in pleasure and grab onto his shirt.

Yamagishi pulled away to look at his little slut. "Look at you drooling all over yourself, you look like a bitch in heat." He said, smacking (y/n)'s thigh. (y/n) flinched and the impact, causing Yamagishi's cock to move inside him. "F-fuck..!~"

"You've been so good... Go ahead, get yourself off on my cock, like the slut you are." Yamagishi said, giving (y/n) permission to move. (y/n) quickly began bouncing on his cock, arching his back and throwing his head back, both of them moaning together. "Fuck... good fucking boy. Look at you go~"

"Go on, cum, be my good little whore and cum. I know you want to~" He said with a grin

"'nna cum for you!" (Y/n) responded, before painting his stomach a beautiful white.

"If you think we're done, you're dumber than I thought. You really need that extra credit, huh?~"

[maissafespace]

hi could you do reader and timeskip yamagishi kazushi being caught by makoto suzuki please

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Timeskip!Yamagishi Kazushi x Reader

Synopsis: Due to Takemichi's carelessness, Yamagishi passed more time in the office to cover up and manage everything, when you pay a visit, you completely forget that he doesn't work alone.

Warning: unprotected sex, oral sex male receiving, reader is a brat but justified, degradation, vouyerism, reader and yamagishi caught, office sex, pent up frustration.

A/N: Sorry for making you wait lol, I was trying to figure out the situation and I hope you enjoy!!! Not my best tbh, but I tried XD

Masterpost - Masterlist

There was an amount of frustration built up by the amount of days that Yamagishi, your boyfriend of years, spent outside to work.

If helping managing a gang could be defined as working, that is. Your boyfriend always took it very much seriously. They had their own building and offices, the only thing that at least some of them weren't obliged to do was wearing a suit.

But as the sky started to become dark, night falling and you still had not seen him for a single minute of today and you were tired of it.

Taking your keys, phone and wallet you headed out of your shared apartment, hopping into your car and driving to the bulding just downtown Tokyo.

When you arrived, you could have cared less about the guards at the entrance, going up to the reception to ask for him and the mere half answer that he was in his office was enough to let you walk to the elevator and press the button for his floor.

You sighed, leaning back on the wall as you felt like a little brat in barging in without notice, but who wouldn't at this point? You missed him, that's all that mattered to you.

You took a deep breath before making your wait out once the doors opened, calmly walking till his door was the thing in front of you, conflicted in whether to knock or not for a minute before just turning the doorknob and opening it.

There was a shock turned in confusion when he saw you, putting down the phone that was close to his ears, furrowing his eyebrows and narrowing his eyes at you. "Y/N, what are you doing here?"

"Wow, that's the first thing you ask me after not seeing me for almost a week?" You leaned on the now closed doors, while his face seemed to welcome more confusion on his features, looking down at the screen of his phone.

"What do you mean a week, we saw- Oh..." You just hummed a bit disappointed.

Pushing on the door, you made your way to him, walking around the desk till you were right in front of him and leaning on the wood behind you. "I'm sorry, doll... but I have to work right now." He kissed your hand. "I promise to come back as soon as I'm done."

Your eyes rolled, calmly taking your hand away from his hold. "All I need is to have your attention for 10 minutes. To know if you even remember that there's someone at home always waiting for you or not." He sighed looking away a bit tired.

You scoffed at his reaction ready to walk away if this was his attitude. But were restrained back by him, his hands guiding you back and making you fully sit on his desk, your legs sprawled open in front of him, while his hand caressed the side of your waist. He stood up, at a height were his lips met yours.

A hungry kiss that met both of your neediness in one another, there was no other way to know that he had missed you just as you did, his fingers digging into your flesh as if to pull you closer than you were.

His hand trailed down in the middle, zipping down your jeans as he slid his fingers beneath your underwear finding and feeling the wetness of your cunt. A groan swallowed in the kiss.

He lifted you up a bit making it easier for him to slip your pants and down while keeping your panties on, dismissing his glasses as well, moving your lace underwear to the side as he kneeled in front of your entrance and started to savour you.

There were gasps and moans from you, your hands holding onto the edge of the desk while the other pulled on the light brunette locks he had, the beard around his mouth brushing against your sensitive part just well giving you more stimulation, making you reach your high faster.

"Bab- ah! I'm goin'" You muffled your sounds, remembering the place you where in.

But right as you said that, he pulled away from you, sitting back on his leather chair as you glared at him. He started to pull down his pants, the obvious bulge freeing itself and going up, slightly curved on the side.

"You were the one that wanted it, right? Come here, slut, suit yourself." His raspy voice was like a magic spell for you.

No doubts in your mind as you followed his words, coming down from the desk, your legs situating on each side of his thighs while he kept looking at you, at the flush on your cheeks, at the slight trembling of your legs as you reached for his shaft positioning it at your entrance till sinking down on it.

Moans and gasps filled the room when you had fully sat on him, his hips to yours, his tip touching the deepest parts in you.

His hands on your sides started to move and guide you, up and down feeling him touch every part in you while your mouth met his.

You both were a mess, the sound of the chair squeaking, the panting, you couldn't hear anything but everything stopped when you heard the door opening and the voice of Makoto filling the room. "Yamagishi, why the fuck aren't you-"

Your face hid in the crook of his neck while he gritted his teeth looking directly at his friend that now looked blankly at the wall. "Tch, are you just going to stand there? Get the fuck out."

"Finish it quick, Chifuyu and Takemichi will be here soon." He said muttering something under his breath, cursing at him, now unable to get that image of you two out of his head.

"Fuck." Yamagishi hissed, even when the other man came in, your hips had not stopped moving so subtly. He stood up, pounding back into you with your legs wrapped around his waist. "You got wetter 'cause we got caught, you see why calling you a slut is so fitting."

You cried out his name, kissing around his neck and caressing his hair, your core felt the tightening feeling seconds later. "Say what you are." He whispered against your ear, a demanding tone that felt like Heaven.

"'m you' slut, I'm goin-" Your words were cut short as he fucked you through your high, his hips moving sloppily till he emptied himself inside of you, filling you up to the brim with his semen.

He held you in his arms till your legs relaxed, kissing the side of your head affectionately. "You always get me in so much trouble."

You smiled on the side, your arms circling him in a proper hug, snuggling into him. "I missed you a lot..." you mumbled to him, squealing when he moved to lean back and keep you close.

He hummed peacefully. "Let's just stay here for a bit..."

You were happy to get some time with him again.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Universitas Collab & Event (Wendy and Deano’s 3K Event)

Calling all Freshmen, Sophomores, Juniors, and Seniors (and everyone else who isn't in college)

In honor of Deano and I obtaining 3k followers, we are hosting this collab to 1. celebrate the first year of our friendship and 2. give you all a chance to participate in the festivities!

Our theme for this collab is one of our favorite AUs: College. There will be a list of prompts you can choose from down below. If you are a writer, you can also write any College!AU-themed piece.

Fandoms: Tokyo Revengers, Jujutsu Kaisen, Chainsaw Man

Deadline: Two months from today - August 15, 2022!

Status: OPEN TO ALL WRITERS AND REQUESTERS TODAY June 18, 2022!

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The Dean's List (Prompts Linked Here)

Tokyo Revengers

Yellow Snow: Bully!Ran & Rin Haitani x Fem!Reader (NSFW) - Prompt 10 - @sirthisisa-wendys

Chocolate and Night Caps: Yuzuha Shiba x Reader (fluff) Prompt 8 - @thehypestdeano

Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader - prompt 1 @crown5

Requests

Reps: Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader - Prompt 12

Study Buddy: Shion Madarame x Fem!Reader - Prompt 26

Way 2 Sexy: Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader - Prompt 3

Sleepovers: Kanji Mochizuki x Fem!Reader - Prompt 2

Open Doors: Kakucho Hitto & Hajime Kokonoi x Fem!Reader - Prompt 25

Gone to Waste: Kazushi Yamagishi x fem!reader - Prompt 18

Wallflowers: Yasuhiro Muto x Fem!reader - Prompt 9

Kisaki Tetta x Fem!Reader - Prompt 5

Busted Up: Shion Madarame/Ran Haitani/ Rinodu Haitani x Fem!Reader - Prompt 7

Kakucho Hitto / Kanji Mochizuki - Prompt 8

Rindou Haitani - Prompt 22

Kisaki Tetta - Prompt 11

Jujutsu Kaisen

Chainsaw Man

[titan-fodder]

Smothered (Yamagishi x Reader)

Pairing: Kazushi Yamagishi x Reader

Count: 4.8k

Warnings: female bodied reader, alcohol, femdom, sub!Yamagishi, explicit sexual content, yams is inexperienced, oral (male receiving) face-sitting, orgasm denial, cock rings, overstimulation, use of "mommy" "good boy" and "baby boy", upper echelon timeskip

A/N: this is a Secret Santa gift for @whats-her-quirk who probably already peeped it when I just posted it accidentally. One day I will write the fic I originally promised, but today is not that day, and until then we can saturate this platform with our underrated kings.

p.s. I can't do italics 'cause I'm on my phone and without my laptop and I just do not have it in me to read/edit this a third time. But know... I feel so lost without them.

p.p.s. I love you.

Lights are flashing, bass is pumping, yet you find yourself sitting still in a booth. It feels a little wrong in such a lively atmosphere, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't glad to be off your feet. Besides, you're surrounded by friends, and you'd prefer that to dancing any day.

Makoto is spread out like he owns the damn place while Akkun, the actual club owner, is on another plush cushion, pretty girl straddling his lap and unable to keep her hands off him. Takemichi is attempting to hold a conversation with Takuya and Kazushi while Hina whispers who knows what in his ear. And, you just watch it all, chatting half-heartedly and people-watching.

Person-watching. The solitary figure at the end of the booth, to be specific. Kazushi still has sunglasses on despite being inside, but the strobe lights are bright enough to maybe justify them. You can see the scar bisecting his left eyebrow peeking out from over one of the dark lenses, and you have to make a conscious effort not to lick your lips.

You want him. You've wanted him for a while.

According to his friends he's changed substantially over the last several years, once a dweeby, obnoxious little know-it-all. He comes off as almost the complete opposite now—rugged, dangerous, carries a gun everywhere he goes. He's a gang member for fuck's sake—one of high status. People rely on him. People respect him. People count on him to get shit done.

Only one trait remains from his former personality apparently, a rumor you've only heard from Takemichi and Hina but one you believe.

According to them, Kazushi still remains inexperienced. In the bedroom.

"I don't think he's a virgin," Hinata had told you weeks ago, tongue loose just like her muscles due to all the alcohol she had imbibed that night. "He just hasn't gotten to… explore."

"But, why?" You'd asked, going as far as to mutter, "He's hot," with a little smirk.

Ever since then you've been interested. Some might even say fixated.

Too often you think about pushing the fur-lined jacket from his shoulders, of shoving him on a bed. Toss his glasses somewhere, fist a hand in his long hair—

The fantasies haunt you these days, frustrating you to the point where you've had to get yourself off to the thought of him.

It's getting a little out of hand. You're distracted any time you're in the same room as him, and just to prove this point, you suddenly find a small hand in front of your face, snapping to get your attention.

"Hm—what?" you ask after releasing your bottom lip from between your lips. You've been worrying it while, naturally, staring at Kazushi.

Kazushi who is… staring back. He's usually not ballsy enough for that.

You blink at him a few times, feeling your face heat, then break eye contact to look at Hina.

"You okay over there?" she giggles. "Have a little too much to drink?"

You've had two cocktails. Barely even buzzed.

"Just lost in thought," you tell her over the music.

She smirks, gaze flicking to Kazushi for a moment before replying, "I bet you are."

You narrow your eyes at her, but all she does is stick her tongue out and return to Takemichi.

The lot of you stay tucked in the corner, chatting and drinking the night away until an unsavory crew walks in and Akkun sighs.

"My cue," he says just loud enough for everyone to hear before detangling himself from the girl in his lap.

All of you watch as he saunters away, eventually meeting up with a sharply dressed blond and a couple of thugs.

"Well, you guys wanna take this somewhere else?" Hinata asks, seeming a little put out from the absence of your host.

You shrug, as does everyone else, then scoot your way out of the booth. Honestly, it's what Akkun would want anyway, always concerned with keeping his friends safe from these particular dealings.

"You gonna come, babe?" Makoto asks the girl you barely know.

She seems surprised by the invitation but shakes her head with a smile. "No. I think I'm just gonna head upstairs and wait. Thanks, though."

"Suit yourself."

Making your way to the door, you elbow Makoto, snorting as you ask, "What was that about? We don't even know her name."

"Don't need to know a name to get lucky. Figure if Akkun can pull a bitch like that I can too." He straightens the collar of his jacket then winks at you. "After all, I'm hotter."

"In your damn dreams," you laugh.

Takemichi and Hinata have the largest apartment now, high in the ranks and what-not, so of course, you all find yourselves there.

As you sit on all the fancy couches arranged in a nice, wide circle, each of you drinking more and giggling, you get the feeling that someone is about to suggest something stupid like truth-or-dare—

"When's the last time you guys played Never Never Have I Ever?"

"Pft, probably when I was twelve when it was actually acceptable."

"I dunno," she muses, "Think it'd be a lot more interesting now that we all have more experience."

You don't miss the way Kazushi just barely sinks lower in his seat.

You suppose… it could be fun.

"I'm in," you give in with a wave of your hand. "Not like we have anything better to do."

"You do realize that we're the big guys in Toman, right? Part of the upper echelon?" Makoto sneers.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"We're important. We're—"

"Obviously scared," you say with a click of your tongue.

"Yeah, don't want us finding out about any of your secrets," Hina adds.

"I don't like this," he gestures nebulously toward the two of you. "This whole… girl gang bullshit."

"'Cause you know you won't win."

Takuya finally pipes up, possibly for the first time all night. "Makoto's never been able to say no to a pretty girl, much less two of them."

"Traitor," Makoto hisses.

Takuya is unfazed. "Sounds like it could be entertaining. Why not?"

"So, you're in. That makes three against two!"

"Four," Takemichi says, nuzzling into her ear. "You know I'll do anything you ask, baby."

Despite joining your cause, you can't help but dry heave. It's probably just because Hina and Takemichi have been into freaky shit lately, and he wants to show off.

"Everyone remember the rules?"

"Well enough."

And, so it begins.

Typically, there are a few warm-up confessions before the sex comes up, but none of you seem to have a problem of diving right in tonight as Hinata announces, "Never have I ever had a threesome."

Makoto and Takuya both take a drink.

"Never have I ever had a foursome," Makoto says with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"Is a foursome considered an orgy or group sex?" Takemichi questions as Takuya is the only one to drink. It makes sense. He's very pretty.

"No idea. Never have I ever shot someone," you add in on your turn.

All the men drink, and you aren't even a little bit surprised.

"Never have I ever fucked a complete stranger."

"Never have I ever done anything sexual in public."

"Never have I ever had a sexual injury."

Hina giggles, and you look at her. "What, is that a lie?"

"Scratch marks don't count," Takemichi elaborates. "Neither do bruises."

"Whatever you say, honey. Never have I ever killed someone."

"Jesus, Hina!"

"That escalated quickly." You glance around, taking note of Takemichi, Makoto, and Yamagishi all drinking, the last of which being… a little unexpected.

"Never have I ever fucked a minor."

Makoto drinks, and both you and Hinata let out a worried, "Ummm," in unison.

"She told me she was eighteen! I don't check fucking IDs," he defends. "And, apparently, neither do the bouncers at Akkun's 'cause that's where I fucking found her."

"Gross."

"Yeah, I'm, uh, not proud of that one," Makoto cringes while rubbing the back of his neck.

It goes on like this for a while, steadily getting dirtier and more shameful. Facials and creampies and nudes that should have been deleted. Amateur porn videos, voyeurism, and then Kazushi mumbling a somewhat tame (in comparison, at least), "Never have I ever come from a blowjob."

"What?"

"Excuse me?"

"Who the fuck you been foolin' around with?"

And, as his friends interrogate him, you throw one of your legs over the other and try to ignore the throbbing between them.

You could get him off. You know you could.

Suddenly, you're wondering what it would be like to kneel between his legs, take him into your mouth, touch all the right places to make him squirm and moan. Sometimes the most inexperienced are the most fun, and oh, you could have fun with Kazushi.

You could always… ask him… if he'd want you to. Offer to please him this way. With just the right amount of booze in your system, you might even be bold enough to do it tonight.

If he says no, he says no, and you can live with that. Never speak of it again.

But, considering the way his eyes have lingered on you for the entirety of this juvenile game, you think that maybe—just maybe—he'll take you up on the offer.

So, another hour later, once all of you are leaving the apartment and getting on separate trains, you're thankful for the fact that Kazushi has to take the same one as you. You sit in the seat next to him. He presses his thigh against yours. And, though neither of you have anything to say, you quickly realize that you both have expectations.

He's been thinking about it just like you.

How very convenient.

It means you don't have to ask him to get off at your stop, means all you have to do is look up at him with doe eyes and a little smirk before he's murmuring a frankly pathetic, "Please," outside your door, so desperate and contradictory of his appearance.

"Mm, absolutely," you grin at him, batting your eyelashes. "Was so hoping you'd ask."

His hands are on your hips as you unlock your door, and you can't even wait as you shove him against the wood to close it. You keep eye contact as you slide down his body, able to see his Adam's apple move with a thick swallow.

You aren't sure when the last time was that you wanted someone this bad, that you were so eager for someone.

But, Kazushi is just so—so—well, he's Kazushi. He's just… something. Different. Wicked smart, a tactician, a bodyguard, someone to be feared like the rest of them.

And, you're unbuckling his belt, pulling his thick cock free, and putting him in possibly the most vulnerable position a man can be in.

You have the power here. Even if his gun is still weighing down the waist of his jeans, you're the one in charge.

Kazushi has a nice cock, not that you really expected anything less. It's fat and heavy—warm, feels good in your hand and even better between your lips as you suckle at his head.

"F-fuck, just don't—don't feel bad if I can't—"

You pull back and stare (almost glare) up at him, trying to muster all the confidence you have and telling him, "Oh, I'm gonna make you come. Don't you worry about that."

He shudders, lets his head fall against the door with a thunk.

You tongue at his slit for a moment, enjoying the way he jerks, then move to take more of him, bobbing slowly and wetting his cock for an easier glide. He's a little too long for you to fit all of him, so what you can't reach, you curl your hand around, jacking him off in time with your mouth.

It isn't like you're an expert, but you've given your fair share of blow jobs over the years. You've definitely picked up some tips and tricks, paid attention to reactions and certain noises.

You're looking for those now, the long hisses, the low groans, the way Kazushi's knees shake, and the way his rough hand finds your hair.

A fair amount of pre is dripping from him and onto your tongue, a little salty, but all it does is make you want to lap at his tip.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck—"

You press your tongue to the underside of his cock, right where his head flares outward, and the fingers on your head tighten just as he thrusts his hips forward. You pull back in time to keep him from gagging you then return to your rhythm.

Kazushi keeps swearing, keeps gasping with every move you make, and you have to wonder if you're that good or if he's just sensitive. He obviously hasn't had decent head in a while now, so it could very easily be the latter.

His cock is twitching in your mouth, and as soon as you reach up and squeeze his balls, he's choking out a garbled, "Oh, god, I'm—" before strings of cum are shooting down your throat.

Your lips curve upward around him, probably looking like the cat that got the cream (almost literally), and you make sure to keep sucking as you pull off of his cock, making Kazushi whimper and rock his hips clumsily.

Out of breath, his head lolls forward so he can look at you with slow roving eyes and a lazy smile.

"Holy shit."

You use his jacket to pull yourself up to your feet, then wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Now, you've gotta think of something else to use for that stupid game."

"Yeah," he laughs, "Guess so."

You're a little surprised when he brings you in for a kiss, figure he probably isn't used to the taste of his own cum, but he doesn't seem to mind as he pushes his tongue into your mouth.

"That was… kind of awesome," he mutters between kisses.

"Just kind of?"

"Fine. It was pretty mindblowing."

You have to fight a devious smile, the kind that's made men shiver before.

"You don't know the definition of mindblowing, baby boy."

He blinks at you. Smacks his lips. Then casually tells you, "I am dangerously aroused by that."

"As you should be."

"That mean I get to return the favor?"

Nibbling on your lip, you think about it. You could definitely go for an orgasm, can feel the slick that's gathered in your panties. Plus, he's a good kisser, so that tongue paired with the bit of facial hair he has—that would probably feel divine.

However, there is something you'd like more than an orgasm right now, and it's to keep Kazushi wondering.

Wondering what else you're capable of. Wondering what else you could do to him. Wondering about all the ways you could get him off.

Yes, that's infinitely preferable, and it's not like you can't just schedule a date with your vibrator later tonight.

"Tempting but… another time," you sigh. "It's getting late anyway."

"But—"

You put a hand on his chest, splay your fingers so that you can feel his heartbeat and his pecs.

"I'll be fine, so for now just think of me when you jerk off or something."

"I'll think about you for the rest of my life. Got me smitten now. Weak at the knees—"

You shove him so that he stumbled against the door again, snickering and teasing, "Dork. That's all it takes?"

He shrugs. "I'm easy."

"Obviously."

You shoo him off with a sloppy kiss, a little afraid that if you spend more time with him, you'll start getting all loose-lipped and admitting to having a crush on him. How embarrassing.

Feelings for a dangerous fucking gang member. Ridiculous. Almost as ridiculous as him letting you seduce him or whatever that was.

Questionable decisions on both your parts. And, even more to come.

xxx

Kazushi thinks he might be addicted to your pussy.

Things have progressed smoothly since that first night—oh god, that first night—but a lot of that probably has to do with keeping everything on the down low.

Kazushi tells you it's to keep you safe. You say you don't want to have to deal with Hina and Takemichi which is valid. It works out well for the both of you.

Though you haven't talked about it out loud, Kazushi has a feeling you know that he's lacking in the bedroom area. It's mostly by choice—he can come on a little strong—but it also has a bit to do with growing up as an irritating nerd who was made fun of and cast to the side and straight up tortured from time to time. That'll do a number on anyone's self-esteem.

He's healed mostly, but when it comes to women, he still has some trouble. Either talking too much out of nervousness or not enough out of self-preservation. He can't seem to find a balance.

With you, though, things are easier. Mostly because there isn't much talking, not until after anyway, when you're both blissed out and unguarded.

You're also giving him a chance to explore a little more, both himself and you. Things he likes, things he wants to learn more about, things he wants to do and let you do.

It's… surprising. Kazushi spent most of his adolescence and adult life fantasizing about all the ways he could touch a girl, but it turns out—

"Good boy," you moan in his ear, grinding against his cock from your perch on top of him. "You're being so good for me, Kazushi."

He wants to come. Wants it so bad. But, you told him not to, to hold back until you give him permission.

It's just… The way you're moving over him, the way his cock—rock fucking hard—is sliding between your wet folds over and over again in possibly the lewdest sex act he's ever partaken in.

He's been so much deeper before, fucked into you until you can't think straight anymore, but something about this seems so dirty, the shit he dreamed about as a horny teenager. The way you're drenching him in slick and moaning every time his drooling tip hits your clit. Kazushi thinks you might be able to come from this, and he probably could too, but you told him not to, god dammit.

There's also something he'd rather do to get you to climax. You haven't let him taste you yet, and he doesn't know why. What he does know is that he wants it so bad.

The last time he asked you'd told him, "I like things a certain way, baby boy." (That drives him absolutely crazy, makes him whine, lose his mind). "I don't know if you're prepared for it just yet."

"Please, please," he huffs when you curve yourself over him.

You nip at his bottom lip and hum, "What is it?"

"Let me—I wanna go down on you, you've done s-so much for me, and—"

You straighten up but keep gyrating as you hold a finger to your face as if you're in thought.

"Maybe," you smirk, grabbing his hand from your chest and squeezing. "If you ask nicely."

"I s-said please," he pants.

"Please what?"

His eyes roll to the back of his head as you grind down onto his cock, your lips parting around him and soaking him.

"Please, mommy," he groans.

That's something he hadn't known about himself until the other night, but god dammit does it make his dick twitch.

"Hmm. I don't know if I'm quite convinced."

Kazushi doesn't understand how you can act so unfazed, all but riding him and looking like you're doing some mundane activity instead.

"Mommy, please," he tries again. If you don't move from him soon, he will absolutely come. "Please, please, fuck, mommy, please."

"There we go, that's more like it."

You swing a leg over him to dismount, then, to Kazushi's surprise, tell him to get comfortable if he isn't already. He frowns but still grabs a pillow to stuff under his head, rolling his shoulders to loosen up, not that oral is particularly taxing for him, not the way giving head to a guy is, he imagines.

Kazushi is curious though because the only way he's pleasured a woman like this has been when he's between their legs, fingers digging into their thighs, so why the fuck is he still on his back?

"Has a girl ever ridden your face before, Kazu?"

His eyes widen, and he nearly comes on the spot, has to reach down and squeeze the base of his cock.

"Uh, no."

You pout. "Shame," then prance to your nightstand and pull something from it.

Kazushi's stomach flips when you show him the silicone ring and smirk. "To keep you from breaking your promise."

Fuck, you're gonna kill him. You will be the death of him. Not a shoot out. Not a drug deal gone wrong. It'll be you.

He lets out a little, "Hah," as you carefully push the lubed up cockring down his shaft, instructing him to pull his balls through the second ring, and the squeeze is maddening and beautiful, and it makes him fist himself a few times.

"You think you're ready?" you question, all sing-song and knowing.

"So ready. Wanna taste your pussy so bad, mommy."

You don't hesitate in kneeling on the bed by his head, bracing a hand on the mattress then positioning your knees close to his ears. Still, you don't lower yourself, hovering just above Kazushi so that he can admire the view, craning his neck to lick you, and the gasp you let out is so, so satisfying, he needs to hear it again.

So, Kazushi, feeling a little emboldened, reaches up to grip your thighs and pull you down to him.

"Oh—"

Before you can move, Kazushi has his fingers wrapped around you, kneading flesh as he shoves his tongue into your clenching hole as deep as he can.

You taste even better than he imagined, tangy and sweet and you, and Kazushi wants more.

"Let me know if you need air," you tell him in an airy voice.

He moves his head enough to run his chin up your slit then tells you, "I would literally rather die."

Then, he has his whole face buried in you again. He sucks and slurps, shakes his head, wriggles his tongue. You slowly relax on top of him, the weight of you bearing down until you're sitting fully.

Kazushi groans, opening his mouth wider to taste more of you, more of you, all of you, please—

"Fuck, baby, good boy, good boy," you moan, your hand fisting in Kazushi's hair as you begin to rock back and forth, and now he gets it—face riding. You taking exactly what you want from him, making his nose bump against your clit, making coarse hair rub over your sopping hole, making him melt and let you do whatever you want.

He'll gladly suffocate if it means he can keep hearing you moan his name. Death by pussy. The best way to go.

"You feel so good, baby, did you know that?"

He lets out a pathetic groan, fingers digging into your skin a little harder.

"So good for mommy. I'm so proud of you."

Kazushi can feel his cock straining upward, his balls tightening, but it won't come of anything. He's absolutely throbbing and ready to pop, feels like he's already dripping cum, but he's not because you won't let him.

He's rutting up into the air as if it'll help, and the motion of it must get your attention because you twist around to watch, laughing in a condescending way before cooing, "Are you ready to come?"

He nods straight into your cunt, and you reach behind yourself to squeeze his cock, making Kazushi's toes curl and tears prick his eyes.

"You wanna come like this, or you wanna come in my pussy?"

He's still gripping you tightly, holding you to his face as he licks into you, nails scratching down your thighs and begging silently because he doesn't care how he comes, he just wants to—needs to.

"Need you to sit tight just a little longer 'cause I'm getting close, okay?"

Well, now he wants it even more. You're close. He's getting you close. The idea of you coming all over his face—fuck, it's too much, too much. He thinks he might be crying at this point, tongue-fucking you then sucking on your clit, tongue-fucking, suck, tongue-fucking, suck.

Your legs start to shake around his head, and your hold on his hair tightens, using his fucking head for leverage as you rock your hips, sliding back and forth from his chin to his nose and making Kazushi a sticky mess as you cry out his name and climax.

It's the hottest thing he's ever experienced, so much so that his captive balls fight against the silicone around them before they begin to empty.

He thinks he might tear his throat the way he screams, his own orgasm shaking him to his core. Line after line after line of cum shoots from his oversensitive cock, and he's never felt anything like it—intense enough to make his whole body shake, and fuck, it doesn't stop, leaking cum until it nearly hurts, and he basically sobs, "Mommy."

"Baby boy coming so hard, hm?"

His heels dig into the mattress, hips still moving up and down, and Kazushi shouts when your hand wraps around his cock again.

"Fuck!"

"So messy," you giggle, and he can hear the grin in your voice.

He's a whimpering, trembling mess as you push yourself off of him and slither down to lay beside him, hand on his chest to feel his thumping heart.

When he finally musters the energy, Kazushi lifts his head to stare down at the mess on his stomach, in awe at the fact he was even able to make it considering the way his cock is basically trapped. But, feeling you come on his face, tasting it and dripping with it… it makes sense.

"Once you feel like you can walk we can take a shower," you tell him, nuzzling against his arm.

"That might take a while," he replies breathily, still twitching every now and again.

Your hand is on his wet face, tracing the scar that runs through his eyebrow as you stare at him and sigh.

"What?" he prompts.

"Nothing. I just like you is all."

A lazy smile spreads across his face, his body now tingling in more ways than one as he pulls you a little closer against him.

"I like you, too."

xxx

It happens when you're at Akkun's club again, the regular group all at the bar, chatting and laughing and flirting like you always do.

Everyone has some kind of idea about you and Kazushi, either you're fucking or dating or something, and that doesn't bother you. It means you can be a little more open with him, sit in his lap, rub a hand down his chest, etc., etc.

But, there's still some details you're both holding back. For good reason.

And, this is why your jaw drops when Kazushi asks, "Want another drink, mommy?" like it's natural. Like it's habit.

You suppose it is. It's how he addresses you in the privacy of your respective apartments, but Jesus Christ, you didn't think it would be second nature for him.

"Um…" you blink, face heating, chill running down your spine because then Kazushi realizes what he's just let slip out, and he glances around the group to find them all staring in shock.

"I'm sorry, what?" Makoto is naturally the first to speak, no surprise there.

Akkun is chuckling, arm around his flavor of the week (month?) as he adds an unhelpful and possibly stoned, "What the fuuuck," that earns him a light slap on the chest then a whisper in his ear that makes him shrug.

"Okay, let's not pretend this is some taboo shit or something," you wave them off. "Hina, I don't know why you're so amused 'cause I'm willing to bet money that Takemichi's called you mommy before."

"I—" she starts, holding a finger up before deflating, "Okay, there was that one time…"

"Yeah, that's what I thought. You can all act like this is something gross, but I know better. Buncha pervs."

There's a myriad of laughs, both you and Kazushi joining in, and then you all retreat to your usual booth to keep doing exactly what you were doing at the bar.

"So, uh," Kazushi starts after lighting a cigarette then slinging an arm around you. "When do you guys wanna play Never Have I Ever again?"

It makes everyone lose it all over again.

Kazushi isn't the same almost-virgin he was just a few weeks ago, and he wants to prove it.

You can take credit for that.

[kagsboyfriend]

destiny might've known about that this year would be my first kinktober and crossed me with @chestharrington 's path and enlightened me with lazy ghouls kinktober, in which instead of writing for ever day or every couple of days, makes it a fic a week, which is very handy for a starter-not-haver-of-much-inspiration writer like me! so that's that and thanks to him for just having that great idea

kinktober masterlist

Week One: Bi!Makoto Suzuki x Gay!Kazushi Yamagishi (Virginity, Masturbation)

Week Two: Draken x m!reader (Role reversal)

Week Three: Baji x Chifuyu x m!reader (threesome, vouyerism)

Week Four: Takuya x m!reader (creampie/breeding)

Week Five: Akkun x m!reader (a/b/o)

[kagsboyfriend]

super awesome not lazy at all masterlist

archive of our own (ao3)

oc account @akkuns-husband-thethird

lazy ghouls kinktober 2023 (event)

movies and later...? (Akkun x m!reader)

Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did (m! reader) snippet | pt.1 | pt.2

omegaverse mizo mid headcanons

kazutora and the miku pedal