#kisaki x you

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— 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. (𝐡𝐜𝐬)

INCLUDES | takashi mitsuya, manjiro sano (bonten tl), chifuyu matsuno, shuji hanma, tetta kisaki, haruchiyo sanzu.

CONTENT WARNING | sanzu's contains nsfw, mention of eating disorders. fem!reader.

NOTE | all characters are in their 20s, english isn't my first language! (divider by cafekitsune)

— MITSUYA.

Mitsuya has a hard time getting over your death. He's constantly haunted by the feeling that he somehow failed to protect you, even though your death had nothing to do with him and everyone around him always insists on the fact that there's nothing he could have done to prevent it.

His grief gets so bad that taking care of himself becomes the last thing on his mind. He neglects his appearance and barely eats anymore, he simply can't find the motivation to carry on with his life as if nothing happened. The only thing he looks forward to every day is going back to sleep.

His dreams have become a sanctuary, a safe place where death doesn't exist and the two of you can finally reunite.

— MIKEY.

Mikey keeps a stoic expression the entire time he's being told the news. He's biting his tongue, trying not to let his emotions show.

He feels his heart break into a thousand pieces as fear, anger, and grief all overtake him at once. He wants to scream, to lash out, to hit something. But he doesn't say a single word. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm himself down.

He then nods curtly before exiting the room and heading to a quiet place where he can gather his thoughts. The world around him feels distant, everything turning into white noise as he struggles to come to terms with what he's just been told.

Mikey hadn't been in touch with you for nearly a decade and he's unsure if he's even supposed to mourn you as intensely as he does, not knowing if you still remembered or even cared about him after all those years.

All he knows is that he did still care about you, and your death feels like a cruel joke life played on him, a punishment that cuts him to the core for all the crimes he's committed.

— CHIFUYU.

Chifuyu completely isolates himself from the world. The moment he hears about your death, he breaks down and cries inconsolably for a solid hour, completely shattered by the loss of yet another friend.

He blames himself for not having done enough to save you, and your death brings back the same overwhelming emotions he experienced when he lost Baji.

With a heavy heart, he visits your grave every day and places a single flower on top of your gravestone, silently expressing his love and respect for you. He takes a moment to collect himself then heads to Baji's resting place where he repeats the same ritual and prays that the pain of losing his best friends will eventually get better.

— HANMA.

Hanma acts like he doesn't care. He'll put on a tough façade, tell everyone he never even cared about you and laugh in their faces when they try to offer condolences. He goes so far as to get defensive when anyone dares to suggest that he had any emotional attachment to you.

You were nothing but a careless brat who threw herself head first into the lion's den despite having been warned of the risks beforehand. Why would he feel any sort of empathy? Why would he care?

But this façade crumbles down as soon as he's alone in the funeral home, staring down at your open casket.

He slowly takes a step closer, looking at your lifeless body, the memory of you lying on the ground, blood pouring out of your wounds flashing through his mind.

He reaches out a shaky hand to cup your face but retracts it right away when he feels the coldness of your skin, a single tear escaping from his eye.

He doesn't let it show, but he spends the rest of his life missing you.

— KISAKI.

Kisaki doesn't react. At least, not from the outside. He keeps his head down and continues flipping through his papers, as if the words he just heard held little to no importance to him.

He might even hum dismissively and wave off whoever brought him the news, not bothering to say anything else.

But anyone who knows him knows that Kisaki is seething with anger beneath the surface.

He doesn't allow himself to dwell on it for too long, though; instead, he channels all those hidden emotions into plotting the perfect revenge. He meticulously devises a plan to make everyone involved with your murder pay, calculating each step to ensure maximum damage.

Regardless of how long it takes, whether it be months or even years, Kisaki will make sure that your death doesn't go unpunished.

— SANZU.

Sanzu tries to forget by sleeping with other women. He wants to move on, and he wants to do it fast.

But he'll be damned if forgetting you was an easy task.

He might try to convince himself that it's not intentional, but he often finds himself gravitating towards women who resemble you in some way. Whether it's the color of their skin or similarities in hair color or style, he can't deny that he still longs for you and looks for you in every woman he picks.

He'll take them from behind and pretend they're you, the palm of his hand softly sliding up their back as if you were suddenly the one moaning for more underneath him. He'll probably moan out your name at some point, not giving a damn about getting a negative reaction from the nameless girl he's using.

[i-want-men-i-cant-have]

✮ imagine kisaki dating you just to be closer to hina, your best friend. you knew her since you could remember and kisaki since cram school. you didn't have a real opinion on him and just thought he was the shy, studious type- nothing really special to write home about.

✮ but you were surprised when he confessed a little after hina started talking about a boy named takemichi and how he saved her. you don’t know why he confessed at all. you couldn't even think of a single reason. you never spoke; it was just you standing behind hina, waiting for her to finish complimenting him so you could go get popsicles at the park.

✮ the confession seemed fake- even something a little you could pick up on. it was like a robot, and not in the way he was confessing to himself in the mirror so many times; it was just dry. the confession had no heart to it. he wasn't even blushing and looking down, flickering his eye to you and the ground and spilling out, “i like like you!” it was just bland. so bland, in fact, you forgot every single word of it even while listening to it.

✮ but you were also young and thought a boyfriend would make you cooler, so you accepted it. also because you didn’t want to be left behind from hina and her ever-growing relationship with takemichi.

✮ when you asked him why he liked you a few weeks into the relationship, he said something about how you were like a plant and didn't get on his nerves. you didn't talk to him for a week after that.

✮ but when middle school started is when you were questioning the relationship. sure, it was weird to date someone and then move into middle school. the new personalities and new friend groups would naturally cause conflicts, but you were determined to keep on dating the guy. so determined it clouded your thoughts on the real underlying reason he even wanted to date you. you also didn't want to question if he liked you just to have a repeat of the plant comment.

✮ you were still friends with hina in middle school, going from a friend to a best friend if takemichi didn't already fit that role with a boyfriend. you were jealous of him, spending so much time with her after school. you didn’t know if that was the real reason or maybe jealous of their relationship. kisaki looked at you and spent time with you, yes, but it all seemed so artificial. like some alien trying to blend into the real world disguised as a cow with purple spots in a field of grass.

✮ it all changed, or spiraled when he met some guy, oniinii, osanii, osanai? he said you have your friends and he can have his, so you shouldn't judge, so you didn’t. you let him be. after all, relationships are built on trust and understanding.

✮ now the only time he wants to hang out is when you make an offside comment about how hina was going to be there or you were hanging out with hina. you thought it was just a way for him to be less awkward around you- a third person to brighten up the mood and keep the conversation from coming to an awkward pause. still, when you mentioned other names, he just hummed and continued to study for an upcoming test while you sat on his bed staring at the tv.

✮ after about a month of this, you were a little more than mad. you wanted to stay in the relationship for a reason you couldn’t pin down. you wanted to think it was because you liked him and his calming presence. you shoved down the feeling of being stubborn; a year plus relationship with someone wasn't a lot, but to you, it was. you’ve stuck with him for a year; he’s the first and only guy to confess to you. then you pushed down the feeling of not wanting to be alone, just having friends- nothing special like a boyfriend in sight.

✮ so you started shoving more and more dates in his face if one date a week was bombarding. you just wanted a simple lunch date with him on the weekend, drink something nice, and maybe eat a sweet with him and talk about your week.

✮ but he would slowly start to ditch it more and more as the weeks passed. the first and second week were the best because he actually showed up and stayed. you would carry the conversation, assuming he was awkward, but it was overall a nice time- calm and comfortable.

✮ but he would slowly slip farther and farther from your date plans. you didn’t want to question it the first few times he left as he said osanai needed him and you assumed he was just tutoring the poor guy. you didn't want to judge people based on their appearance, an appearance you had yet to see but from the sound of it he could be a delinquent. besides, kisaki was leaving money to pay for his and maybe your meal if you didn’t talk a lot. yet as the weeks passed, your thoughts of the tutoring switched to your boyfriend getting bullied by the gang member you only know the name of.

✮ kisaki did catch onto your worry and he told you not to worry. he had told you osanai was his friend. he had told you osanai needed some help with homework. he had told you him and osanai needed to finish a last-minute project. excuses, excuses and more excuses.

✮ now the only dates you even get are the spur-of-the-moment ones which you force him to go on. even then, he leaves early, leaving more and more cash on the table each time to cover the bill.

✮ and then came hanma. you remembered that man's name the first time you heard it. you hated the way he looked at you. he had this look as if to tell you he knew so much more than you. like he knew something you didn't. not to mention his laugh whenever you left the room. your room. they would talk and discuss whatever teenagers talk about in your room, food crumbs on your bed left by the new boy.

✮ your boyfriend and his new replacement for osanai even used kisaki's room. you know this from kisaki telling you randomly, as if to diffuse your anger after a long day. but then hanma said he liked the vibe of yours so they used it more. you had a feeling he was just making up excuses so he could get a mini maid, you.

✮ you were afraid of the new replacement of osanai. you don’t even think kisaki remembers him, which pisses you off more than you’d like to admit because he spent more time with him than you.

✮ hanma got under your skin in more ways than one. he never got mad at you, never even raising a hand to hit you. it was that look he gave you that made you hate him so much, not the amount of time he spent with your boyfriend.

✮ when you yelled at the tall boy for smoking in your room, he laughed and told you not to worry about it so much because he did it out the window. you were on the verge of shoving him out the window if he kept up being himself.

✮ but the reason you probably hated hanma so much was that you had more of a relationship with him than the boy you were in a relationship with.

✮ now, you remember those dates kisaki left you for with osanai? now he was leaving with hanma every time he apologized quicker and quicker. each time he left, he would leave a wad of cash greater and greater than the last. you didn’t want to question the money; it was his life after all. it also would mostly cover the tab and sometimes leave you some extra money. one of these times you had enough left over to buy him a present, and with your anniversary coming up, you wanted to buy him something- it was his money after all.

✮ you liked the present having thought about it for a while now. you had decided on a mini pig phone charm, remembering how they were one of the smartest animals in that one documentary you watched a few years ago. you also remembered he didn’t like dumb people, something he brought up when you asked what the amount of money the tip would be. it was the perfect anniversary gift! so perfect in fact you bought a matching one so you could even remember you had a boyfriend!

✮ and a week after your anniversary when you walked into your room, you saw hanma sitting on your bed, looking at his phone while something played in the background. that little pig charm was dangling from his phone, almost taunting you. even that stupid pig was giving you the pitting look hanma would always give you, only this time hanma had a smile on his face watching as your eyes followed the animal sway side to side. side to side on your boyfriends best friends phone.

✮ when you ran to the bathroom to call hina, kisaki was knocking on the door a few minutes after you burst out of your own room. he sounded so… dissatisfied. so unfazed. like he was forced to do it, but you knew better than to believe it was hanma who did it. could it be? your boyfriend was actually trying to care for you? did he actually appreciate all that time you spent trying to love and care for him? did he love your date ideas? did he love you?

✮ no.

✮ no.

✮ no.

“can you stop crying? it’s annoying and i can’t focus.”

✮ tetta kisaki must die.

you slam opened the door to his face, watching as he stumbled back into the wall, paying no attention to the prying eyes and ears of hanma from down the hall. “shut up! just shut up already! why is it the one time i need you to not talk you finally open your mouth?! you’re always so quiet around me! i’m the person you're supposed to open up around, and you don't! the one time you should say something- anything nice to cheer me up, you tell me I'm annoying!”

“are you… breaking up with me?”

“what else do you expect?! i can’t call you by your first name! i get you something for our anniversary and you give it to your best friend! you never spend any time with me! you only want to spend time with hina, who has a boyfriend! i mean seriously, what’s wrong with you? have you just liked her this whole time!?” and with hanma's annoying laugh, it was solidified. he never even liked you in the first place. hanma knew. osanai probably knew. everyone knew but you.

“i hope you and hanma have a great life together kisaki.” you finally try and relax, keeping a steady breath looking down on your ex-boyfriend. “now get out. now.”

[killsaki]

greed ☆ kisaki tetta — you’re spoiled, spoil him too?

cw/tw : (my) bonten kisaki, murder mentions, raw sex, creampie, possessiveness, brain dump, unedited/drabble.

your boyfriend likes to make you happy; likes to leave no room for error or disappointment when it comes to you. there will never be a chance for anyone else to treat you better, because kisaki treats you the best.

he’ll hand you his black card if you talk about something you saw in a storefront, he’ll buy out your favorite restaurant on your anniversary. he’s flew you out of the country after one mention of you wanting to get out of the house, and even had men killed for mishandling you. so, of course when times come that you start to paw at him, batting those pretty, needy eyes he can’t even pretend to ignore—he wants to fuck you in the way that you prefer.

he’d be happy to fuck you hard and fast, to tease you until you’re dripping down your thighs, shower you in degradation until you cry—if that’s what you want. he says he can, and he knows he can but when it comes to, the two of you always end up having the slowest, neediest sex.

it always starts how you ask for it, with his trained fingers fucking into you, the obscene sounds from your slick only background noise compared to the moans you just can’t seem to hold in. the feeling of his lips along your neck accompanied by the sweet kisses he gives and whispers of “mine, mine, mine,” just make you even more weak in his hands.

he’s level headed. until you start to wrap around him, arms tangled behind his neck, legs trapping his own to keep him pinned to you. it’s the desperation you feel for him in your most vulnerable moments that make him so greedy for you. it’s simply not enough to love you, to have you beneath him—he needs you entirely. he needs you to love him, all of him; to see him for everything that he is—calculating, manipulative, dangerously intelligent, insanely obsessive—and to choose him despite it. to need him the way he needs you, for you to wish to burn the world if he was no longer in it. he wants to hear you say it, he needs to feel that you mean it.

he begrudgingly pulls away from where he’d found the perfect spot to hear your perfect pleads to take in your expressions as he frees his cock from the confines of his boxers. piercing blue eyes not for a moment leaving yours, even as you look back at him so sweetly with a gaze full of tears. the pure adoration you have for him spills out say you caress his face and makes him lose sight of what it is you said that you want—because his mind just says to give and all he has in the moment to provide is himself, so that’s what he does.

he oh so slowly, pushes his cock past your entrance, his mouth slightly dropping open as he watches the way your lashes flutter, how your head rolls from the deeper he goes. the feeling of your fingers twitch against his scalp, the chills he gets from the way you whine his name. how you sing promises of love and praises only for him to hear—if all fogs his mind in the most addictive way. and then there’s no turning back.

his hands twist in the sheets beneath you as he takes his time, watching you fall apart with static buzzing under his own skin. each push of his hips against yours has you melting deeper into the mattress, needy hands exploring his skin, scratching between his shoulder blades as he sucks possessive marks into your most sensitive spots along your collarbone. and up again to lock around the back of his neck, holding him against you as if there’s anywhere else on this earth that he would rather be when his lips finally meets yours.

your body is so honest for him, or maybe it’s from how closely he’s watched and noted your reactions—the way he’s about to tell when your orgasm is approaching just by the change in your breathing.

“ki’, please.” you all but cry, begging senselessly between short whines for what your boyfriend knows is for him to bring you over the edge.

he gives, resting on his forearm and watching you squirm beneath him as his free hand reaches between you. his ringed thumb rubbing perfect circles over your clit. “c’mon,” he kisses up your jaw, whispering lowly. “for me.”

“t-tetta—” you gasp as your walls start to spams around him, eyes squeezed shut with your mouth dropped open to let out the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard mixed in with the most intoxicating mumbles of his name and the part that gets him the most. “i love you, love you, love you—“

he can’t possibly hold back, his own end approaching him at the stomach aching speed it always does when you start to cum for him. his lips crash into yours to keep himself from letting out any noises that might make you repulsed, that might show a bit too much weakness from him. he kisses you, sloppy and slow as he fucks you both through your highs—not stopping until you’re squelching from the mix of your slick and his cum.

he’ll act like it’s not a big deal to pull from you, to clean you up with the smallest smile on his face. but in reality he wishes he could stay there forever, watching your blissed out expression as he’s still plugging your cunt. where he can image you belonging to just him forever, for no one else to see, or to touch.

“hey,” you whisper as he finishes, your weak hand grabbing his wrist before he leaves the bed. he lets you pull him down closer, to lead him. “i love you.”

his smile starts to grow, but he chooses to hide it in another kiss. as if you can’t feel it pressing against you, not that you’ll ever mind.

[y-umiko]

TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN YOU HANG OUT WITH THEIR BEST FRIEND WITHOUT THEM

CHARACTER(S): Kisaki . Wakasa. Baji

WARNING/S: n/a

a/n: Fics requested thru 2k event will resume in the day after

Kisaki Tetta

Managing a crime syndicate is no easy feat, so, understandably, Kisaki has been and will always be busy. you have no problem with it considering he makes time in his busy schedule to spend with you. sadly not all the time though.

Today was supposed to be his free day as he promised to clear his schedule and spend it with you. but certain things happened and Kisaki was stuck in his office. after a sincere sorry, he lends you his card claiming 'you don't have to get stuck in here with me' and to enjoy the rest of the day.

you were disappointed but used to it and as you were contemplating what you could do alone you bumped into Hanma, wandering the streets, a cigarette in hand.

with nothing to do, Hanma offers to accompany you and to your surprise, he was actually good company. he knows quick shortcuts, offered his opinions on certain things, showed you good places to go with Kisaki, and made you laugh with his witty comments.

It was already dark when you came back to Kisaki's office, still on his chair where you left him but clearly more tired and stressed than the last time you saw him, which was that just morning.

Kisaki looks up from his table, silently greeting you as you drop the bags you shopped and went over to him and kiss his cheek as a greeting which he welcomes.

"Babe, you've been working since morning, how about a break?" you offered while Kisaki stared at you, suddenly wondering how he got so lucky.

Kisaki sighs and reached a hand to hold yours, "I know, this work can't seem to lessen even when I spent a long time on it. Sorry, I couldn't spend the day with you"

you couldn't stop the smile from spreading on your face. "Hey it's okay, besides the days are not over yet, want to have dinner with me?"

Kisaki wouldn't refuse that, especially not when you're pulling him up and towards the separate table, where a soft couch is waiting for him. one by one you set up take-out food and place them on the table." I brought your favorite from your favorite restaurant"

Kisaki pauses, suddenly his brain is working at full capacity again as his brows furrow. remembering that his favorite restaurant is found in a not-so-safe part of the town. "That part of the town is outside my control, you shouldn't have gone there alone"

nonchalantly, you responded without missing a beat "I wasn't alone, Hanma went with me"

This time, Kisaki's whole body tenses, his brows furrowed even more in confusion. "what?"

"said you didn't have any job for him so he accompanied me, I doubt someone would approach me with Hanma around" you explained, completely unaware of the turmoil happening in your boyfriend's head.

noticing his silence you turned around to look at him, an undescribable expression on his face as if he was thinking very deeply.

you carefully asked, "What's with that face?"

with a sigh, Kisaki drops his utensils and pulls you closer to him. and honestly responded to you, "I don't trust Hanma alone with you"

now you were even more confused, "Hey, Hanma wouldn't do anything to harm me, besides I doubt he has any bad intentions to me, you're his friend, and you've known each other since high school"

his burrows didn't lessen one bit, "exactly, I know how his brains work…" a moment of silence as Kisaki thinks hard before sighing and dropping his head on your shoulder. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't direct my frustrations and shortcomings towards Hanma, I didn't rise to the top just so I could write on papers all day long"

your features soften as you wrap your arms around him for comfort, "You do not have any shortcomings, I love you as you are" you coaxed gently, "though, I guess you could spend the whole day with me tomorrow?"

Kisaki chuckled, love and warmth spreading on his chest. "anything for you princess"

Hanma had more workload than usual after that.

Wakasa Imaushi

Wakasa is not lazy as he looks but rather an aloof individual, and while he enjoys dates with you, he prefers home dates where he can have you all to himself.

This day, Wakasa had invited you for another date or what he likes to phrase as a 'hang out at his house'. who were you to decline. so before coming over, you decided to get some snacks and candy on the way.

by coincidence, you ran into Benkei on the way to the shop and he decided to accompany you, even offered to pay for the snacks which you decline, not wanting to take advantage of his kindness.

Benkei looks intimidating but was actually fun to talk to. you were so engrossed with his stories about the early days with Shinichiro and Wakasa that time passed by.

a certain man was worried sick since you were supposed to arrive 30 minutes ago that he decided to get out and look for you.

by the time Wakasa found you, he stopped a few feet away, noticing how happy you were, eyes sparkling in astonishment with the man beside you. a conflicting feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He narrowed his eyes as he made his presence known. "I've been looking for you"

your eyes widen in surprise as you turned and see your boyfriend. a different sparkle in your eyes and a much brighter smile are directed at him, making him feel a little better. "Waka?"

"I've been calling you" he simply said eyes narrowing at Benkei who was also staring at him. a silent conversation happening between them.

"you did?" you asked in surprise as you rummage on your bag to look for your phone and sure enough he had multiple calls and texts. "Oh sorry, I must have put it on silence"

Wakasa raise a brow toward his friend, "what are you doing here?" Benkei shrugged, a grin on his face, knowing already what his friend is thinking, "Found her wandering the streets, thought I should say hi and accompany her"

Wakasa huffs, "ok, thanks, we'll get going now"

A Split second was all it took for Wakasa to grab your hand and pull you toward his house. intertwining your hands while he took the bag from your hands to hold. a curious look on your face as you watch him walk as if nothing had just happened. "what was that about?"

but instead of an answer, you were responded with another question, "what were you talking about with him?"

you blinked, putting the pieces together before you understood what was happening. you tried to hide your smile as you answered him. "just about the time when an old lady mistook you for a woman"

Wakasa freeze on the spot, "Benkei" he curses under his breath before looking ahead as if it didn't affect him. "Don't listen to everything he says"

"It can't be helped" you chuckled " that you're so pretty"

though not noticeable, he blushed immediately, before completely stopping. his droopy lilac eyes watch the playful look on your eyes before trailing down to your lips. "you're prettier though"

he pressed his lips against yours for a breathtaking kiss as he hummed when your hands' unconsciouslly came up to pull at the stands of his hair. you were both breathing heavily when he pulled away, a dazed look in your eyes. "were you jealous that I spent a little time with Benkei?"

"no" he quickly denied, before continuing and correcting himself. "just a little, that's 30 minutes taken from my supposed time with you"

Baji Keisuke

It wasn't that Baji is extremely busy but rather he has a lot on his agenda as a captain of the first division. plus he has a lot of pent-up energy that he needed to vent by beating up other people.

It's not something you have to be upset with, since Baji spends time with you more than you can ask for. is kind and extremely warmhearted to the point that he refuses to see you whenever he has bruises and wounds.refusing to make you worry about his well-being. so it didn't surprise you when you were welcome by Chifuyu instead of your boyfriend.

Baji making it a habit to send the blond and deliver an excuse as to why he can't come to meet you, even though you had long figured out that he didn't want you to see bruises on his body.

you deflate a little, contemplating between being angry or understanding, knowing that Baji is willing to cancel on a date just so don't worry.Chifuyu being a sweet and kind person offered to take you home but upon finding out that you have bought tickets to a movie he was also wanting to see, offered to see the movie with you. seeing no harm with it you agreed.

Chifuyu is a good company, like a little brother getting excited every time he sees a certain scene played out.after bombarding Baji with texts and calls, he then calls you later that night, with an apologetic tone behind his voice.

"Did you get home safe?" was his initial question. cautiously as if he was treading between life and death.

you pouted, a petty simple answer to his question. "you could have made sure that I went home safe if you showed up today".

He sighs, thumb absentmindedly playing with the charm hanging from his phone. "Sorry, you know I don't want you to worry"

feeling his sincerity, you sigh and forced yourself to smile and believe that Baji just wasn't the best for you."I know, just so you know I worry about you-- bruises or not, so It'll be a lot better if you do show up so I can take care of you"

Baji unconsciously smiles, a lovestruck look on his face. "We can watch it later this week, together this time" he offered.

without thinking much you voiced out a nonchalant response. "Why would I want to watch it again, When I already watched it with Chifuyu"

on the other side of the phone, Baji becomes silent. processing the words you said. Movie. you. Chifuyu. Together.

"You watched it with Chifuyu?" he asked frowning at the newfound knowledge. not that you can see. a look of confusion passed your face when the call suddenly ended and a few moments later there was a knock on your window.

"Keisuke?! what are you doing here?" you asked, eyes widened from shock as Baji easily climb over your window, a serious look on his face, but aside from that, angry bruises and cuts were present on his face,it looked painful to see. and now you understood why Baji doesn't want you to see.

But Baji was more busy to question you than realize the worry on your face."You watched a romance movie with Chifuyu?!" you raise your arm to cup his cheeks, snapping him to reality. "Is that important?! you're badly hurt!"

he looked at you silently for a minute, relishing the touch of your fingers against his skin. "It doesn't hurt, what hurts is that you watch a romantic movie with another man"

"and whose fault is that" you silently whispered while he crossed his arms against his chest and pouted while you smiled at him in response.

of course, Baji would be more concerned about another Man being close to you than his well being. Without thinking much, you pulled him towards you and buried your face in the crook of his neck. "If it makes you feel better it was a Romcom Movie, Chifuyu laughed the whole time while I was only thinking about you"

he raises his head, arms sheepily wrapping around you. cheeks flaming red. "It does make me feel better"

"I didn't know you get this jealous easily"

"shut up"

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Teaching Them Spanish Part 2 18+ Ft: Chifuyu, Kisaki, Mitsuya and Sanzu MINORS DNI WC: 800+ TW: cursing in spanish, slight degrading, hair pulling and sexual tension(with Sanzu)part 1 A/N: Hello babes! Part 2 of teaching them spanish !! Please understand there are different dialects and meanings for some of the words used. This is what I grew up knowing and learning as a kid! For example, since I'm Mexican concha means shell in Spanish for me and I have a friend who is from Argentina concha means p**** in Spanish to her. Enjoys babes!

Chifuyu 

He caught on pretty quickly to how to pronounce the words, even phrases. When he’s in the shop and when he has a bit of downtime, he has a booklet of phrases that he would repeat to himself, and make sure he said it correctly. You are helping stock some supplies and when you hear him scolding Peke. “No peke J! Uno, dos, tres. Ahhh Merida.” Chifuyu began picking up the items that fell off the counter.

“You okay???” You asked about walking to the front. Peke J saw you walking up, and he began making his way towards you, purring as he wanted to be pet by you. “Was your daddy trying to discipline you by counting in Spanish?” you chuckled Peke responded in a meow “ mi precious” you spoke in a cute tone which he liked.

Chifuyu squinted his eyes “I’m trying to get him used to understanding it. He only seems to like it when you speak to him in spanish. And when I  say it he does the opposite. ”  Looking at Peke J who was now cuddling in your arms.

“Well  you should try on a softer tone like I do and not sound so gruff ” Kissing the top of Peke’s head. “Huh, mi bebe.” 

‘Little shit.’ Chifuyu said to himself as he was looking at his biggest competition who had your attention at this moment.

Kisaki 

He would memorize everything fast and in a matter of months he would be fluent. He noticed when he spoke to you in Spanish you would literally gawk at him like your star struck. He wouldn’t deny he liked that attention you gave him but when it came down to actually working it was a bit more bothersome. “Did you understand all the directions??” He asked as he was signing some paperwork. “_______…..” he looked up to see you almost in a trance. 

Snapping out of it. “Sorry, what did you say?” Looking at the blond hair man.

Taking his glasses off he pinched the bride of his letting out a sigh. “Necesito que prestes atención. Esto es importante ( I need you to pay attention. This is important.)”  you nodded at his response literally you went a bit tone-deaf hearing him speak again. “Do you understand?”

“Kisaki can I just say.” You were trying to speak but him knowing you so well he cut it short.

“afuera (out)” he pointed to the door. 

You huffed while walking out “You expect me to pay attention when you speak Spanish to me and you know how I get when you speak it to me.” You walked out still ranting. 

Mitsuya 

You were his model as he was getting rough estimates for a current design. The ball of pins was right next to him as he was making adjustments “Por favor da la vuelta (please turn around)” turning around at his sweet command. “Gracias”  he was folding the access fabric and then pinning it. 

“De nada (you're welcome)” you made sure you didn’t move because there would be times when you move you got poked.

The first time he heard you speak Spanish he thought it sounded so elegant. They way you had a form of grace in your tone the way the words sound more as he would call it 'enchanting'. But then there was also that side that sounded way worse just by the tone when you spoke and how you were saying things they were either bad words or bad phrases. Hearing you hum as he was finishing the last pin, you always did a cute hum when you were his mannequin.  Turning around once more. “Ay, qué lindo eres (Oh, you're so cute.).” he smiled 

“Stop saying things like that babe.” he was making you blush. “I only speak the truth.” Getting up kissing the tip of your nose. 

Sanzu

His hands were very grabby with you feeling him squeeze your ass . Another hand on the back of your head fist full of your hair. His tongue dancing against yours. You were feeling flustered any moment he was with you. Giving into him as always when he entered your home. You couldn’t reject him, not even a bit. He was your addiction and you loved it. With his hand he yanked your head back “Tienes una cara muy bonita (you have such a pretty face).” he spoke to you feeling his other hand gripping your chin as you could see his eyes dilated. Shoving his lips against yours feeling his teeth dragging on your bottom lip as he pulled away. Biting your lower lip you look at him as he sends chills down your spine. “te necesito ( i need you)”  looking into the eyes of your chaotic lover.

Letting out a devilish laugh that matches a smile. “You need me sucia(hoe)?”. You nodded at him. “Well, then I have to give you what you want…. Let’s sin up the fucken place then. What does a sucia like you want first?” 

“Anything papí.” The moment you said this to him his lips latched onto your lips once more his hands began to travel up your shirt.

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Type of husband kisaki would be

A/N ::: Here you go, finally!! I'm SO SORRY about how long this has taken and that I completely shit out on your other ask. My brain just could not compute it. I hope you like these.

C/W ::: Husband!Kisaki x F.reader (wife), nothing really? Brief hinting at sex, mentions of kissing. I think that's all.

What type of husband Kisaki would be

Ohhhh Kisaki, Kisaki, Kisaki.

He would be the type of husband to be up before the sun most days and have the coffee on prior to his eyes even opening.

He likes to lay there and watch you sleep for a few minutes and say a silent little prayer about all of the things he is grateful for. (You, your kids, your home and the many others that he considers true blessings.)

He doesn't have a ton of time for cooking, but he loves to make a delicious breakfast that you can enjoy together.

He enjoys watching you eat and taking in all of the compliments.

Constructive criticism is ... heard? Lol but he doesn't always like what you have to say.

He always makes sure to check in with you throughout the day to see if you need anything and if you're doing ok.

There have been days when he would come home early if you said you needed him. But you really try not to exhaust that option because you know that he's a busy man and doesn't need to be weighed down by your insecurities as well.

Though that only ends up making him (lovingly) yell at you about how you're his everything and if you're not doing well, he won't be doing well.

He's an attentive lover and always makes sure that you are satisfied. You two have your fair share of fun in the bedroom and it's not just him doing all the work.

He's always willing to try new things with you and loves to see your creative side come out.

You were painfully shy about your body when the two of you first got together. I mean, he's fit as a fiddle and you're ... you're ... you.

Kisaki loves it, though. The contrast between your bodies has always been a favorite.

He loves that he can lift you up with ease and pin you against the wall for a long, deep kiss (or whatever else he's got going on in that brain of his).

He also loves that you can't do the same for him, but you have other talents that he adores.

It makes him happy that you're different from him. Marrying someone who is the exact same as him would bore the shit out of him (and not to mention, probably really *piss* him off).

Kisaki has ... and always will enjoy the diversity between you and him.

He's not perfect by any means, and he'll admit that he's done some shady shit in the past. But he's always tried to be a good husband and father and hopes that his actions speak louder than words.

Kisaki knows that he has a lot to make up for, but he's working on it and trying his best to be a better person (for you - low-key fuck almost everyone else).

He wants to be the type of husband you can be proud of, and he knows that he can get there with a little more effort and patience.

He's willing to put in the work and is looking forward to the day where he can proudly say that he's reached all of his goals.

For now, though, he's content with being your husband and enjoying the time you have together with your growing family.

[shoyoist]

⠀⠀──── 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 : kisaki tetta.

content: fem!reader. unprotected + rough sεx, degradation, light bοndage, hair pulling, he is mean! and then very nice. one slap, he has a watch and rings on, one instance of the term 'whοre'. overstim, brief description of svbspace.

— . ｡˚ ♡ kisaki is so very nice and sweet to you, until he snaps.

kisaki prides himself in being a gentleman. he's refined — handsome, calculating, smooth-voiced and so kind to you.

he treats you like royalty. calls you his darling, kisses you good morning and good night. opens doors for you, gets on his knees to put your shoes on for you. pays for everything. and he never, ever breaks.

not until the nights that follow after a day in which things go wrong for him at work. when something crucial goes awry, when a vital plan fails, when there's a group of traitors discovered amongst the underlings. he gets angry.

and for most people, kisaki tetta's anger means death. but you welcome it with open arms<3.

“ha—ah, tetta!” you cry out, chin digging into your pillow, tits and stomach pressed into the sheets so hard as kisaki pushes you down into the mattress as he towers over you, the heat of his body washing over your skin as he fucks you from the back, hard. “tetta, tetta—please!”

“shut up,” kisaki hisses through clenched teeth, readjusting his grip on your wrists that are roped up behind your back by the coils of his pretty, black and beige pencil-striped tie. “shut up and take it.”

and you will. it's not as if you have a choice. you want to tell him his cock feels so good, you want to tell him harder, tetta! and you want to babble sweet nothings about how much you love him so it makes him feel better—

but with each drag of his length past your sweet spot and every forceful kiss of his cockhead at your cervix, all the words on your tongue evaporate and all the thoughts in your head fall apart. he's fucking you dumb.

so you shut up and let him fuck you, lost in the sting of his hips against your ass and the tantalising slap of his balls against your clit every time he slides deep inside enough— pitchy little ah-ah-ah-ah!’s forced out of your wet, kiss-swollen lips with each thrust.

the scent of sweat, cigars and eau savage fills your lungs with each gasp, the taste of it touching the back of your throat— he'd forgotten to take his watch off, and as he maintains his balance by holding onto your body as you lay under him, you feel the metal strap of the watch dig into your lower back, pinching your skin between the little links. “tetta!”

he doesn't relent. it gives him a rush, a thrill to hear his name leave your pretty little mouth with such fervour, such love and such pleasure.

you will never do him wrong. you're perfect.

his dick, pretty and blushed and drooling pearls of precum into you, fits so well into your little cunt. your warm, velvet walls hug him so tight, fluttering around him just right as he fucks you, pace only increasing with the height of his frustration.

you bury your face into the pillow, moaning into it— and he snaps at you, burying a hand into your hair and pulling your head back up. “stay up,” he orders, his usual gentleness gone without a trace. “say my name.”

“mmmh, tetta!” you obey, such a good little pet for him, your pupils nearly going heart shaped as your eyes roll back, the way he pulls you up by your hair while rolling his hips in and fucking his cock into your cunt all the way has you shaking. god, you love it when he's like this.

“again,” kisaki spits, giving your hair a sharp yank— and you moan, throwing your head back and pushing your body back into his mean, sloppy rhythm. “tetta, tetta, tetta! mmm, love you!”

he slaps the back of your thigh as he pulls back, the metal of his rings painful against the plush of your skin — but you can't even give him a whine because he's already sinking his cock balls deep into you, and immediately the pain is forgotten by the overwhelming surge of bliss.

“you love me?” kisaki scoffs, breathless yet so mean. “do you really, huh? sweetheart?”

“mhm!” you nod, half-conscious as you focus on the tightening of your entire body with the impending orgasm, yet so eager to please him. “i love you soo much!”

“‘s that so?” he lets go of your hair to palm your throat, pulling you up and enjoying the way your back arches so lovely as he leans in, turning your face to a side so he can kiss you. “mhm!” you say again, into his mouth.

“turn over, then.” he rasps, and you pause, heart dropping just a little when his tone doesn't change into something sweeter. he yanks the tie away from your arms, freeing you and leaving you with chafed wrists and sore arms where the coarse fabric had ground on your skin. “turn over, honey.”

“mmm,” you mumble, knowing he'll kiss your wrists and rub your arms for you later.

pulling away and turning over onto your back, wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him back in as he kneels between your thighs. “‘m close, tetta,” you tell him, turning your voice as sweet as you can possibly make it. “please don't be mean. let me cum. please?”

“if you loved me,” his eyes glint dangerously behind his glasses, as he corrects them and pushed them up his nose. “you'd be letting me cum first.”

of course! you'll let him do it, you're letting him use your body and your little cunt to vent his frustrations out on, aren't you? your greatest pride and joy is to make him happy at your hands, isn't it?

“mm, cum in me, tetta.” you smile, so pretty underneath him. you lift your ass up a little, grinding your wet cunt against his dick, wanting it back inside you. “want it in me.”

“good girl.” is all kisaki tells you, before he's giving his cock back to you— he hooks his arms around your thighs, pulling your body up and slotting his cock back inside, and he can't help the smirk that tugs at his mouth when you grip the sheets, throwing your head back and moaning his name so well.

“that's it.” he squeezes your hip. “just like that, sweetheart. little whore when you're on me.” and you are. oh, you are.

it takes him only a few more thrusts before he's cumming into you, and the warm, sticky feeling of his cum filling your little hole up and dripping out—

the hot, slippery mess that forms between your bodies as he keeps his pace up, neatly trimmed nails and watch strap digging into your thighs as he holds onto you and fucks every drop as deep in you as he can — it pushes you off the edge, too. “tetta, tetta! ‘m cumming, cumming!”

”mhm,” he smiles at the familiar babble of needy little moans that leave your lips, cock twitching inside you with just a hint of overstimulation as you tighten around him so bad he can barely move. “go on, sweetheart.”

“touch me!” you sob, knowing that your orgasm is going to be overwhelming after what he's put you through, fucking you senseless like that. “please tetta, please—”

his fingers graze your clit then, thumbing some cum off his dick before pressing it into the puffy little bundle of nerves, and the electric pleasure that courses through you at the single, so very needed stimulation is white hot. “cumming, cumming, cumming—”

your legs kick out around his waist, and beyond your ring of blinding bliss, you can hear him laugh. he slows down, the mean cant of his hips getting gradually gentle until he stops. when he slips his cock out of your cunt, it comes out with a wet sound — and as you lift your head, giddy and dazed, you see how pretty and red it's gotten, and a giggle escapes you.

“tetta,” you sigh. “do you love me?”

“of course.” kisaki answers, and your heart warms when you hear the gentle tone to his voice. “of course i love you. you know that, right?”

“mhm.” you smile again as he leans down, tanned chest glowing with sweat as it meets yours, and he kisses you softly, such a lovely contrast to how he was earlier. he cups your cheek, turning his face a little as he sighs into the embrace when you wrap your arms around him. of course he loves you. “i do know. don't worry.”

when kisaki hums against your lips, you feel his smile, too. “good.”

[nex-ture]

Kisaki Tetta x male reader

Where they are childhood friends and Kisaki always had a crush on him but thought the reader would be disgusted so he never confessed

Until kisaki is in the hospital after Tenjiku (let's pretend he survived) and the reader storms into the room full on crying

Kisaki x Male Reader

Sometimes I forget I have a blog..this request is over a year old. When I got this request, I was an anime only, and now I've read the whole manga. I do love Kisaki, though, so I'm excited to write this!

This is my first actual fic in like..a year so, I'm sorry this is shitty. I also might have accidentally switched from 2nd person to 3rd..I did that a lot and had to fix it, though might have missed some.

MAJOR SPOILER WARNING: Tenjiku Arc

Y/n wasn't someone who really stuck out within a crowd of people. His grades were average, and nothing was really exciting about his homelife. Yet he was somehow friends with the overachiever of his class, Kisaki Tetta. Everyone knew who Kisaki was. They just didn't care. He was the nerdy little kid who's only personality trait seemed to be cowering away from any and all problems.

Kisaki and y/n were very close, and it wasn't rare for Kisaki to invite y/n over to his house for playdates or to help y/n study for the upcoming quiz. Kisaki yearned for the awaiting "Yes" every time he asked his friend. He loved hanging out with y/n more than he loved hanging out with Hinata. It was a strange feeling for him. He knew he "loved" Hinata, but, y/n?

It took a long time for Kisaki to finally come to terms with the fact that he truly did like y/n as more than a friend. He'd never really had a crush on a guy before. He never even considered two guys dating.

Even though he'd figured out his feelings, there was no way in hell he'd tell y/n how he felt. Y/n has been with him through everything. He didn't want this stupid crush to be the reason he lost his best friend.

Y/n was there for him when he was banned from Toman. He listened as Kisaki ranted about how this ruined his plans. His plans of getting Hinata and ruining Takemichis life. It saddened to y/n hear him gush about all the work he was putting towards some girl he barely even knew, but y/n would always listen.

Kisaki loved the way y/n would always listen. It seemed like y/n would follow him to the end of the world, and all he had to do was ask and ask he did. Kisaki asked y/n to join Tenjiku with him and take down Mikey. Of course, y/n didn't even give it a second thought. He immediately followed behind Kisaki.

Though the events of Tenjiku vs. Toman were not in Tenjikus favor. The death of Izana came, and to the blame of none other than Kisaki. He didn't mean to shoot Izana. He swears on it. Kisaki stayed down on the floor as Hanma came around with his bike. Y/n watched as they road off, Takemichi in tow.

Y/n quickly ran off, knowing an ambulance, and the police would be there soon. There was no point in sticking around. He had to wait patiently to hear what happened with Kisaki, after getting back home he had texted the blonde but got no response.

He knew Kisaki had the gun with him. There was no way he was in any danger. He was also with Hanma, who was well known for fighting others with no good reason.

Yet the same week, he got a dreadful call from Hanma. He could've sworn he stopped breathing when he heard Kisaki was in the hospital. He was hit by some distracted driver. If Takemichi hadn't called an ambulance, the doctors were sure it would have been fatal.

As soon as the call ended, y/n hopped off his bike and headed over to the address Hanma had sent him. Making his way through the hospital and check-ins was stressing him more out by the minute. The only thought in his head was, "Is Tetta okay?".

Finally, he could go in to visit his friend after what felt like a year. Kisaki laid staring up at the ceiling, and now the door as y/n walked in. He couldn't describe in words how happy he was to see the boy. He was fighting back tears as he tried to read what the other was thinking, how pitiful he probably looked.

Broken bones, he was broken, in body and in spirit. Y/n didn't even notice he was crying until the tears fell. He quickly went over to Kisaki, closing the door behind him. He placed his hand on Kisaki's shoulder as he saw the condition the other was in. It was hell for him. "I'm so sorry.. I wasn't there for you."

The only words he could muster out came in a low whisper as he laid his head in the crook of Kisaki's neck. Tears filling up his own eyes at the sight of y/n crying...over him? They'd been together so long that he didn't realize how much y/n actually cared about him.

His breath grew heavier as he cried loudly. He was never one to be quiet when crying. It was like he was 8 again, crying over some half asses delinquents who came to beat y/n and him up. They never even got to lay a finger on him. Yet he cried every time because they were hurting...y/n.

Y/n had always been there to protect him. He wanted to protect his friend, but the only thing he seemed to have focused on was Hinata Tachibana. When y/n was there for him the whole time. She was the only woman who spoke to him, but y/n was the only guy who cared about him.

"I.. I'm sorry.." he spoke slowly, the accident didn't come without its permanent damages. His crying slowed as y/n lifted his head to look at his. "I..I love.. you, " Tetta muttered out the phrase as the tears started up again.

His mind started racing. Why did he say that? He was going to lose his friend. He was a freak, yet why was y/n smiling...why was y/n laughing...why was y/n still touching him? "I love you so much, Tetta." Y/n always knew exactly what to tell him. He needed y/n in his life to be happy.

He turned his head slowly in y/ns direction as they stood up from his hospital bed. "R... really? This..whole time I...I thought you would leave m...me for saying that.." his words slurred as his stutter, he couldn't tell if it was from the accident or the fact his heart was beating out of his ass.

"I wanted to confess for so long -" Y/ns laughter died down as they spoke. "-but you were always talking about Hinata, so I never knew how." Y/n looked down at Kisaki with a soft smile. Tettas tears slowed as he grabbed onto y/ns hand. "I'm so h...happy." Tettas' smile was faint, but it was there. Maybe something good did come out of this terrible situation..

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . KISAKI TETTA ; — you know that kisaki can’t deny you, even when you’re waiting in his office uninvited.

warnings: f!reader, prep + the beginnings of more, exhibitionism / office scenes as always. note: it’s been so long since i’ve written him but i always really enjoy it, even tho i forgot how i actually do it &lt;/3

“anyone could’ve seen you like this, you’re in an office full of men.” kisaki’s tone is unwavering before it’s followed by the click of his office door as it closes, his eyes crawling along your figure as you lay spread out for him on his office desk. there’s bite to his words, but not the type that stings as it’s followed by a drawn out sigh and a careful step closer.

“nobody’s dumb enough to walk into kisaki’s office without knocking first.” you were right, he had rules — privacy, which is why you know this is fine. your thighs are spread, your pussy is wet but his brows twitch at the sound of his last name before he’s slotting himself in the space before you.

“tetta..” you drawl and kisaki feels himself burn at the sound of that name on your lips as he relaxes, feeling your fingertip trace the shape of his jaw while his own squeeze at your hips. his eyes are on yours and there’s a subtle sort of glow in his gaze as you continue. “everyone knows who i belong to.”

“i know. i made sure of it.” he replies quickly, as clean cut and honest as he always is before he pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your lips. the atmosphere in the room is heavy, surrounding you both like a blanket as your hands continue to dance along his skin, smoothing under the collar of his shirt before they tighten and pull him closer for another.

kisaki was powerful, he had an empire, the city in the palm of his hand that was a given — but nothing could make him crumble like a sweet little look from you could, for you, he’d get on his knees and repent. so when he feels your lips on his and your fingers move to tug at his belt, he’s quick to let his hands take over as he makes quick work of the buckle.

“tell me about your day so far, sweetheart.” there’s a carnal drop in his tone despite the sincerity of his question when he pulls himself away, working with the fabric of his shirt as he tugs at his tie and carefully rolls his sleeves up to his elbows.

“i had breakfast and cleaned the apartment..” you begin despite the way your chest heaves with want, your gaze fixated on the way he pulls himself apart for you. every square inch of kisaki tetta was perfectly put together, pressed and tucked — expensive suits and accessories, which is maybe why the realisation he’s about to leave you so messy is so addicting.

“and i—“ your sentence wavers when it’s accompanied by the sudden squeeze of his hand along your thigh, tracing closer despite the way he sends you a look that urges you to continue, sucking on his teeth because you know he won’t keep going until you do.

“—i had a bath.” kisaki hums like he’s listening, he always is, hanging on your every word even though his fingers are tracing higher up your skin until he’s petting through your folds. your fingers grab at the edge of his desk as you exhale, head dropping back to reveal more of your skin to him as he presses another kiss against your pulse point.

“did you have lunch?” he asks again despite the way his fingers press onto your clit with purpose, rubbing at you with two fingers until your breathing is turning to soft pants and your thighs are spreading wider. “answer me, sweetheart.” he asks again before his movements deliberately slow.

“not yet. ah.. i want you tetta.” you whisper, eyes casting kisaki a soft, lustful glance as one of your hands twist in the fabric of his shirt — keeping you steady as you try to grind into more of his touch. he keeps up the pace and pressure until you’re wet enough for him to push two fingers inside, humming before his free hand is petting along your waist.

“we’ll get you lunch after this, you can eat with me.” he’s talking like he’s unbothered, ignoring the second half of your sentence because you’re not prepped yet. but his hair has fallen over his glasses slightly and he suddenly feels too warm under his shirt everytime he looks at you.

kisaki’s pressing his fingers into with angled purpose as they brush against the spongy spot inside of you, languidly pumping them in and out of your wet walls as he swirls gentle circles into your clit with his thumb. his fingers drag more of your slick out as he makes a sloppy mess between your thighs, uncaring about the way it smears along his desk and slacks as you push yourself closer to him.

“i come all the way to your office because i want you and you still buy me lunch? so sweet, tetta.” your words are drawled, the weight of your arousal making them sound whispery and pretty as you giggle. but he feels the sound burn in his bones as his other hand moves to squeeze at your jaw, making you look at him before hes kissing you softly.

it’s breathtaking the way kisaki’s lips move with yours after you’ve teased him, feeling him suck lightly on your tongue as his fingertips tap at your cheeks — a wordless command that you obey so well before he lets you pull away to breathe.

“i know, still so spoiled. but i take care of you.. don’t i, my love?” you’re nodding before he can even finish the sentence because he does, so much so that if he really became the shadows you know you’d hide from the sun forever. so you send him a starry-eyed look that has him pulling his fingers out of you with the next beat, and because he cares for you — he doesn’t give you a moment to whine before it’s immediately replaced by the weight of his cock resting against you.

kisaki's moves like there's no rush as his hand wraps around the shaft, letting himself press against the entrance to your cunt before he's sinking into you with his next exhale. your thighs twitch when he grazes past your swollen sweet spot, making him curse with a mixture of need and delight, and your walls reward the stretch of his cock with an intoxicating squeeze around him, one that's followed by his palm resting around the back of your neck to pull you into him as his head rests in the crook of your neck.

“you’re mine.. fuck—so let me take care of you now.”

© 2023 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[sinfulpanda16]

He Loves Loving You

Before you, his sex life were mainly hookups that always involved her facing away. He did not care at all about eye contact or passion it was just a way to help himself relieve stress.

But then he met you and now all he wants is to make you feel good and loved. He likes having you in the missionary position where he can look at your beautiful features and see how good he can make you feel. Soft little kisses here and there, sometimes your foreheads would touch, you had a way of making his soft self come out. Thats not to say he's lost touch with his rough persona, sometimes he fucks you in the most heinous positions and at rough speeds, but there's love that's what changed. There's always love in your intimate encounters.

And you always feel so good. Fuck you drive him nuts. He doesn't know what the hell he did to deserve this but with you its like heaven on earth. He loves loving you.

Nanami Kento, Gojo Saturo, Toji Fushiguro, Dabi, Bakugou Katsuki, Eren Yeager, Tooru Oikawa, Kuroo Tetsuro, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Shouei Barou, Shuji Hanma, Mikey, Baji Keisuke, Tetta Kisaki, Frederick Arthur

[white-poppie]

As a writer, I wanna check if the TRV fandom is alive or not

Reblog if you are a part of the Tokyo revengers fandom and consume TR content

[frozenmoonshine]

TR boys' unexpected/random red flags headcanon:

Just some crack and slander for the humor purposes. As always, don't take it too seriously, and have fun with it at least half as much as I did writing it!

Since I obviously need to spell this out for some of you, even though it's literally in the title of the post - these are the red flags you wouldn't normally expect from them! That's the whole point of them being unexpected. So don't go telling me how I missed the mark with some characters, or how their red flags are something else. Yeah, we all know the obvious ones, but why would I state the obvious?!

TW: F!reader; implied mysogyny; mentions of DV, cheating, and general toxic behavior.

🚩Mikey - proposes on the second date.

🚩Draken - never talks about himself whatsoever. Even when you directly ask him to open up about what's troubling him, he's still difficult and avoids conversation.

🚩Baji - mama's boy. At first, it looks sweet, how he cares about and respects his mother, but soon you realize that he is dependant on her, and cannot make any decisions bigger than what to eat on his own, without "consulting with his mom". Silver lining is that Ryouko is an amazing, lovely woman, but you don't exactly want to date both the mother and the son at the same time, do you?

🚩Chifuyu - overromanticizes everything, then gets mad at you if things don't turn out irl the same they were in his imagination.

🚩Mitsuya - really damn cheap. Like, ok, I know you grew up poor, but going out once a month won't bankrupt you! (You're not even asking him to pay for you or anything like that, but he just refuses to step even one milimeter out of his frugal ways!)

🚩Hakkai - aside from the obvious red flag (you get a package deal of Yuzuha and Mitsuya as well, if you are dating Hakkai), he can also be incredibly self-absorbed and condescending sometimes, thinking he's so much better than you, etc.

🚩Pah-chin & 🚩Peh-yan - putting them together cause they have the same red flag - if you date one of them, the other one will third wheel all of your dates, no exeptions. Might as well just go poly and date them both at this point!

🚩Smiley - refers to women as "females".

🚩Angry - doesn't let you do anything on your own/overprotective. Look, Souya, it's nice that you're being a gentleman, but do you really think I'm incapable of getting a glass of water for myself?! His behaviour can be incredibly stifling and suffocating.

🚩Mucho - won't ever let you pick a date spot cause he's convinced he knows the best. You always end up doing what he wants for dates, or you don't go on a date at all.

🚩Haruchiyo - yeah, sure, he's got more red flags than China, but the not so expected one is that he's incredibly fussy and naggy about the smallest of things. "That's not how you put the trash bag in the can!" "You folded the laundry wrong! Look how I do it!" "Wipe the counter with this, not that!" "Don't leave your hair everywhere! I don't wanna live with a cat!" And so on and so forth, it feels like you are living with your parent(s) all over again!

🚩Hanma - another one with enough red flags to call it a carnival, sure, but the one that catches you off guard is just how jealous and possessive he is. "Where are you going?" "Why is your dress so short?" "You can't go out with male company wearing your tits out!" "Why are you hiding your phone?" "Who's that?" and so on and so forth, you get the idea.

🚩Kazutora - yet another walking red flag in a row (at least his unhealed self), but even as an adult (healed) he still retains that aggression from his teens and gets into random street/bar fights semi-regularly. Him coming back home bloody and bruised is not a rare occurrence at all.

🚩Kisaki - cheats. No idea how he manages to, provided that he looks like... well, that, but he still does.

🚩Taiju - a religious freak prone to domestic violence... what more red flags can you even ask for? None, indeed. But what you don't expect on top of all that is his complete lack of manners and just how loud and embarrassing he can be in public.

🚩Inupi - rude to the waitstaff.

🚩Koko - never got over his ex, stuck on her forever, and cannot ever be fully present in his current relationship. Compares you to his ex all the time, every other person he dated after her was just an unsuccessful rebound.

🚩Izana - does he even have any green ones? Likely not. But what you wouldn't exactly expect from him right away, given all the other red flags that come into front upon the first contact - is that he's a bad mansplainer. "You probably don't know how the betta fish do this thing where..." - Izana, I'm literally a marine biologist.

🚩Kakuchou - breaks up with you over the smallest things. He missed your call cause he didn't hear his phone ring while in the traffic? - He's not good enough for you and you two should break up. He was late 5 minutes to your date because Izana needed his help with something? - He's lowkey ready to commit seppuku, and of course, dramatically breaks up with you. It's tiring, honestly.

🚩Ran - gaslighter and manipulator par exellence! Undiagnozed NPD, but the symptoms are everywhere.

🚩Rindou - loves the gym more than you. Obsessed with working out and body building, won't eat normal food, spends all time in front of the mirror flexing and "checking his gains". Will either try to "get you into fitness" (force you to act the same way he does) or constantly tell you that you "don't understand" just how important it is to him. Is your 10th workout this week really more important than our anniversary, tho, Rindou?

🚩Mocchi - manspreads all the time, and manspreads badly. He's also that type that won't move away from the sidewalk if a woman is coming the opposite way.

🚩Madarame - probably not unexpected, but he's the biggest, worst incel of all. Lives in the manosphere and inhales the alpha bro bullshit podcasts.

🚩South - judges and publicly makes fun of your music taste. It doesn't matter what you listen to, unless it's 101% exactly the same as his taste, he'll be a real bitch about it. Of course, don't even dream about getting a hold of the aux cord!

🚩Shinichiro - doesn't shower regularly. Idk Shin, maybe your lack of personal hygiene was the reason for all those rejections so far? Just some food for thought...

🚩Takeomi - yet another one that's redder than the red army, but what you don't expect is how much he infantilizes you, especially if you are younger than him! Even if it's just one year age difference between you, he'll act all patronizing and constantly emphasise his "rich life experience" and tell you how "you don't understand some things because you are (too) young".

🚩Wakasa - secretly insecure about his height and gets super jealous if he sees you talking to a tall guy. Doesn't even matter if it's your blood relative or a random stranger asking directions in the street - Waka isn't having any of that. He'll sulk and jab at you for the whole day, never saying what the actual problem is.

🚩Benkei - Cannot find/keep a proper job to save his life! Got into some kind of beef with every single potential employer, so he's doomed to working at the gym for the rest of his days.

[s4no]

TOKREV: BDSM CLUB, PT. I

+ feat: manjiro sano, ken ryuuguji, takashi mitsuya, chifuyu matsuno, kazutora hanemiya, keisuke baji, tetta kisaki & hanma shuji

+ cw: fem!reader, each character will have their own cws, MDNI !!

+ summary: what they get up to at a bdsm club.

+ a/n: repost from my old account! all characters are aged 21+ @enchantedforest-network @bitchcraftinc

ಇ  𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗝𝗜𝗥𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗢. + cw: unprotected sex, mentions of plan b manjiro sano walks into the club like he owns the place— and he could if he wanted to, a thick stack of crisp hundred dollar bills tucked away inside the pocket of his jeans. he doesn't even glance at the girls until he's had a drink or two, but once he loosens up a little, he's there to have some fun. he usually searches for one of two types of women. on one hand, he enjoys the sweet, shy kind. the kind that unevitably fall apart on his cock, tears brimming in their eyes as the babble incoherently. but sometimes, he finds the biggest brat on shift and spends the rest of the night taming her into submission. while condoms are highly recommended, they're not required, and as long as manjiro has been coming to the club, you've never seen him use one. you usually lose count how many times he cums inside you, your stomach bloated and filled with his seed. each time he finishes, he just ends up fucking it back inside you. after all, he's giving you more than enough to pay for plan b.

ಇ  𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗥𝗬𝗨𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗝𝗜. + cw: implied size difference draken always recieves a warm welcome when he comes to the club. the girls swarm to his side to bat their lashes and ask him where he's been, why he didn't come around to see them earlier. and he always assures them that there's certainly enough attention to go around. he doesn't even get halfway through a drink before there's a woman seated in his lap, another sucking bruises into his neck. once he's had a taste of all his options, he typically chooses one girl for the night— which happens to be you tonight. he takes you to a private room and doesn't waste any time putting a condom on and bullying his thick cock inside of you. he thinks it's endearing the way your legs start to tremble halfway down his length, how you whine that it's just too much. with a smirk on his face, he assures you he'll make it fit and thumbs your clit until you loosen up enough for him to sink in all the way.

ಇ  𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜 𝗠𝗜𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗬𝗔. + cw: cock warming, spreader bar (r), impact play (r) mitsuya is friends with everyone at the club. from the bartenders to the dungeon master to the security, he chats them all up before indulging himself. when he finally sits down, he beckons you over and tells you he'd like his cock warmed while he enjoys his drink. he makes you do all the work of unbuckling his belt and stroking him until he's hard, straddling his torso and lowering yourself onto his length. once you're situated, he sips his drink and lazily plays with your clit, tsking when you start to squirm. it seems like eternity before he finishes his drink, and he revels in the way your pussy pulses around him with need. lifting you off him, he leads you over to one of the walls, choosing his weapon of demise: a spreader bar. he secures it between your knees and commands you to keep your hands planted on the wall while delivering brutal slaps to your soaked cunt, chuckling lowly when your body jolts from the impact.

ಇ  𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗙𝗨𝗬𝗨 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢. + cw: voyeurism, oral (g), exhibitionism baji practically has to carry chifuyu into the club. it doesn't matter how many times they go, his nerves always get the best of him. he's a complete mess, blushing and staring at the floor. at least, until he gets a little liquor in his system. once he's more relaxed, he finally lets his eyes wander around, watching various pairs play with each other. he doesn't even realize he's been staring until he looks down at his lap and notices the large bulge in his pants. he looks so cute, sitting there all flustered like he doesn't know what to do with himself. that's when you approach him, leaning down and placing your hand over his erection, whispering how you can take care of his little problem. it's all chifuyu can do to keep from falling out of his chair as you pull his dick out and take it into your mouth, head bobbing as your hand pumps the base. his eyes squeeze shut as pleasure trills up his spine, and when he opens them, he finds himself being watched by multiple people. it has him cumming much sooner than he anticipated.

ಇ  𝗞𝗔𝗭𝗨𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗬𝗔. + cw: marking (r), nipple clamps (r), handjob (g) kazutora is a wild card depending on how much alcohol he consumes. at the beginning of the night, he's calm and collected, composed as he picks you out from the girls walking around the room. leading you to one of the velvet couches, he takes his time marking you up, placing clamps on your peaked nipples and covering your chest in lovebites in the shape of a 'K'. however, the more he drinks, the more his composure starts to slip away. all of his teasing begins to backfire and soon he's whining as you grind down against his cock. he buries his head in the crook of your neck, and you find it adorable how desperate he is, how his hips needily buck up against you. you're quick to pull his dick out, smearing the precum over the tip until he's begging for release. his head lolls back as you jerk him off, and the sounds that escape him are downright pornographic. pathetic whimpers and deep groans fill the space between you, and his entire body shudders as he shoots his load, cumming all over your hand.

ಇ  𝗞𝗘𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗘 𝗕𝗔��𝗜. + cw: collaring & leashing (r), butt plug (r), pet play during the first hour, baji usually hangs out with chifuyu, sipping his drink and pointing out girls he finds attractive. they watch a couple of stripteases and pole dances, tucking dollar bills under bra straps and into the waistbands of lacy panties. hell, baji may even get a lap dance. but the true fun doesn't begin until baji beckons you over and secures a collar around your neck. he undresses you slowly, until the collar is the only thing you're wearing, and then he runs his hands over your curves, groping and squeezing your soft flesh between his fingers before pushing them into your mouth. once they're nice and slick, he draws them out only to start prodding at your ass, easing his middle finger inside your puckered hole. from there, he stretches you open enough to fit a butt plug, one that vibrates with a bunny tail attached. you're his pet to ruin for the night, and after he's done playing with you, he proceeds to connect a leash to your collar and lead you around the club, letting everyone get a good look at his cum leaking out of you.

ಇ  𝗧𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗜. + cw: gloryhole, spitting (r), slapping (r), choking (r), fingering kisaki has a routine when he goes to the club. every single night, he walks around and scopes out the available girls in search of the perfect one. admittedly, he's not entirely sure what exactly he's looking for. but he needs her to be perfect. each time he doesn't find her, he takes his frustration out on whomever is working the gloryhole. he fucks the mouth of a nameless, faceless girl, tossing the money onto the floor when he's done. but eventually kisaki finds her— you. from then on, he only goes to you, abadoning the gloryhole and ignoring every other woman that approaches him. sometimes he comes in while you tend to other clients, and it always unnerves you because he sits down and watches you. waits for you to finish, stewing in anger. the moment your client leaves and he gets his hands on you, you learn the extent of his jealousy. he's ruthless, delivering harsh smacks across your cheeks and spitting into your mouth. with three fingers stuffed inside your cunt and his other hand wrapped around your throat, he taunts you about your previous client and makes you beg for forgiveness.

ಇ  𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗝𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗠𝗔. + cw: handcuffs (r), oral (g), face-fucking, deep throating as soon as hanma steps foot into the club, he wants to get his dick wet. he grabs himself a drink and a girl, restraining her hands behind her back in a pair of cuffs. he forces you to kneel before him, sucking him off while he converses with the other men, acting much too casually for someone getting head. other than a couple of commands, he doesn't offer any help, giving you free reign until he's close. when he satisified with your efforts, he rises to his feet and tangles a hand in your hair, holding your head in place while he fucks your face. with each thrust of his hips, the tip of his dick slams against the back of your throat, and you can't help but gag around him. but if you try to draw away, he retaliates— holding your head down so your nose is pressed against his pelvis. he's amused by the way you start to thrash, spit dribbling down your chin and making a mess on your chest. only when you completely submit to him does he graciously cum down your throat.

[iadoremik3y]

YOUR ON A 10 HOUR FLIGHT! WHO YOU SITTING NEXT TO?.

[strawberryfairi]

"When he loves to tame his pretty, little brat..."

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Your boyfriend lives for the way you whimper and whine as his two long fingers curl deep inside your soaking walls, hitting that sweet spot that makes your breath hitch. He has your back flush against the cool marble of the kitchen island, watching your cute little expressions intently. "What happened to all that shit you were talkin' about, pretty girl? Not too much on your mind now?" He chuckles, that deep, low, sensual chuckle that makes your heart flutter against the confines of your chest. You pout in response with a completely incoherent sentence of nothing but pitiful mewls leaving your swollen, wet lips.

His free hand glides over your bare chest, your hardened nipples stimulated from the gentle touch, then wraps around your pretty little throat.

"Say it again, angel. Tell me what you told me earlier." He purrs with a level of smugness that made you want to roll your eyes in embarrassment. You remember exactly what got you into this situation....you and that sassy ass mouth.

You thought you were doing something earlier telling him you didn't want to be his girl anymore purely out of anger and frustration. Of course you didn't mean it. He just never takes you seriously when you're angry, just stands there looking at you thinking nothing but sexual thoughts. And he admits to it every single time too!

"I-I said...I'm not you're girl anymore." You answer shakily, refusing to break eye contact as you wanted to hold on to even a little bit of the dignity you had left. "Right...that's what you said", He pauses, nodding his head slowly, "But you know what I heard?" He asks mischievously, abruptly taking his fingers from your needy pussy. Your brows slightly furrow in curiosity. "All I heard is that you just want me to fuck you like the whiny little brat you are."

Then, in one swift movement, you feel every single inch of his big shaft bully its way into you tight hole. You cry out loudly, both hands instinctually gripping his muscular forearm. His strokes are relentless, so deep and forceful. He's got your cream immediately dripping down onto the island counter, all kinds of lewd, sloppy noises coming from your pussy.

"Still wanna leave me, baby?" He coos, looking down at you with sensuous hearts in his eyes. "Uh uh! Uh uh!" You repeat over and over between, shaking your head lazily side to side. Your legs start to shake, you could feel yourself already reaching another soul-lifting orgasm. He watches you with a prideful satisfaction as your pretty eyes roll back in ecstasy. "I-..I'm gonna cum!!" You cry, loud moans beginning to quickly morph into heavy pants. He quickly pushes you towards your climax, the tightening in your core reaching that unbearable point.

Then suddenly, he just...pulls out. Leaving you laying their with the most bewildered expression across your face.

"W-what are you doin-

"Aww baby, you really thought I was gonna let you cum after talkin' to me like that?" He quips, his tone irritatingly teasing. Your face falls, a blend of annoyance and embarrassment swirling within you. He really had you thinking he was gonna give you that satisfying kind of punishment. Maybe pushing you over the edge having you orgasm all through the night, but no. He chose to be a menace, leaving you unsatisfied and mad about it.

"You better not make yourself cum either, or else we're gonna have a real problem." He adds with a little devious chuckle, basking in the way you were quite literally fuming.

"I hate you..." You grit out with the harshest glare you could muster, slowly sitting up.

"Love you too, wife." He smirks, leaning down and giving you the kind of fiery kiss that makes your toes curl.

JJK: TOJI, GOJO, SUKUNA, GETO

TOKYOREV: RAN, IZANA, HARUCHIYO, KEISUKE, WAKASA, KOKO, SHUJI, KISAKI, NAHOYA (SMILEY), RINDOU

(Whoever else comes to mind...😏)

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Ch 1: Paths Crossing: Tetta Kisaki x Fem Reader 18+ MDNI WC:2790 chapter 2 - chapter 3 TW: Penetration, Oral, Pet names, Masturbations, Rough sex, Suggestive Language, Fingering, Orgasm, Taunting done by Kisaki A/N: This is based on a soulmate idea concept that came to me at the moment! Unedited as well babes! I hope you enjoy babes :3

“You came in here already full of doubt and pretty much told me I was full of shit before you left…. I’m rather curious why you're back here?” you leaned in your chair looking at him, your arms folded across your chest, your tarot cards spread on your table. The dim lighting of your sacred space was freshly sage. “Tell me was I right?” 

Two days had passed as the blond-haired man with glasses entered your shop. You thought he may have wanted some directions due to how he was dressed but he was there for a reading. His questions regarding a deal from his business that he wanted to go through. When you told him the person he was going to deal with was very deceptive. He seemed to not like the answer, pretty much telling you off before he proceeded to leave your shop. You knew he would be back soon. “I’m going to be dealing with someone this evening in regard to some shipment contracts. What can you see?”  

‘He won’t admit it.’ you thought to yourself grabbing your tarot deck and beginning to shuffle. As you were shuffling some cards flew out. When you get a pick up on the card and the energy on the person. “It seems the contracts may be surprisingly good for you and also bring in other clientele for you.” you paused for a moment getting some more clarification as a few more cards popped out  “They are aware of the recent mishap from a few days ago and are going to be on your good side..” placing your deck down, your fingers folding together as you crossed your legs. “I got to say, a man of your power, your name is used a lot in both good and bad ways...So what is it that you do?” you asked, you got a hint just due to how he was dressed.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” he pushed up his glasses. “Let's just say Tetta Kisaki is a name you will hear more often when I drop by here.” he reached into his pocket pulling out a nice amount of money, placing 4 large bills on the table. “I will be dropping by more often if you're accurate about this deal.” “You will Tetta. You will be in here more often than you know. “ giving him a smile. 

“What is your name?” He asked. 

“It's ______.” getting up from your table you walked to your shelf grabbing a special item. “Keep this in your pocket this will help increase the intake of money also for luck..” you reached for his hand and placed the small charm bag  in his hand. 

The moment you touched his hands you got a bit of odd images you hadn’t had before with any clients. ‘There’s no way…. No way.’ you thought to yourself in disbelief. ‘Him?’  

You still had his hand and he raised his brow. ‘She is weird.’  he cleared his throat, snapping you out of your train of thought. “Is that it?’ he asked

“Oh uh yeah you're good to go.” Letting go of his hand. You walked him to the door. Outside there was a shoulfer that opened his car door as he drove off. You were a bit hesitant to look at the cards for yourself. But you couldn’t help yourself, being the curious cat you are. You began to pull cards in your gut instinct you knew what the next card was ‘the lovers.’  you looked at the card for a moment you had this smile almost dumbfounded at how the universe brought him in. Still, there was something about him you couldn’t really decipher. The more a person came in the more you got to know what they were about. Sensing he had a lot of power and his aura was just so domineering. He felt himself too much and put himself on a high pedestal. 

You knew Kisaki the more he popped into the shop at least, twice a week. He popped into your shop. He was rather very generous with his money as well when he came in. Always asking about the deals that he was gonna strike up or disloyalty with people he associated with. You picked up on his energy very well. “I'm telling you to keep an eye on this guy… He may not seem like a big deal right now, but it seems he is doing a side deal without your consent.” your eyes were brought from the cards to his eye. “Just something is not right…” “Whatever you say.” Kisaki's hands were folded on the table and he let out an annoyed sigh. He didn’t like hearing this kinda news when giving it him because now he had to think of his next movie carefully.  You got up from your seat and walked to the back room for a moment bringing two glasses out along with one of your best whiskeys. Removing the cards from the counter you placed the two glasses on the table pouring the whiskey into each glass. From the time you got up his eyes followed you along with your curves the way you swayed your hips. He would get these thoughts at random, placing yours on the counter as his cock drove into you. He wonders what you sound like moaning more specifically moaning his name. These fantasies in his mind were becoming a bit more often. In those moments you were only in his thoughts. Even the more he came to your shop he had the place observed to make sure no cops or any funny activity was going on. This also happens on days he doesn't see you.

“You look like you could use a drink.” you picked up one of the glasses bringing it to your lips. 

“Do you drink with all your clients or just a select few of us?”  He picked up the glass “None at all actually you will be the first.” Collecting your hair to one side of your shoulder. “I could say we are friends right?”

“A friend your charging for readings…” he took a drink

“Technically I never asked for the money when I did your readings. Not that I'm not grateful it helps out. Just noticed your aura is a bit more stressed out…People are really pissing you off more.” you let a low chuckle out.

He rolled his eyes. “Do you have another rock for that?” 

“Stop referring to the crystal-like that. There are some that can help but I would recommend chakra balancing.” 

“It seems complicated…”  He took a drink from the cup. 

“To you it does but since I’ve been doing this for years it's easy. You are usually my last client of the day. I have time to do it right now .”You respond 

“ you have a smart ass mouth.” Kisaki spoke with a bit of an annoyed tone.

“Come on, it will make you feel better, I promise.” Giving him a sweet smile. 

“ Where are we doing it?” He asked. 

“Follow me to the back. I have a room where I perform the rituals.” You said 

He followed you to the back room as you opened the door where dimly lit candles lit the room.  There was a plush foam comforter in the center of the room. The table on the corner had everything you needed to perform the ritual. Giving him the instruction to lay on the cushion and to remove his coat. The clothes hanger was behind the door. Once he began removing his jacket you could see the host for his gun. “ that needs to be removed too.” You looked at the gun as you pointed to the table you were at. "Just place it here, I promise not to touch it.”  He began taking off the holster and placing it on the table. He saw the different variants of herbs and a familiar dried-up flower he knew so well. He saw a small bowl in your hand as you began placing some herbs in the bowl. “This will only take me a minute. You can lay on the cushion.” You gave him a smile. 

He did know he was a dick to people and the people who had gotten to know him over the years would agree to that statement. But, when it came to you, you seemed to brush it off and he didn’t know why. At times even if someone seemed to be a smart ass to him he would make sure they were taken care of but he allowed you to. 

“Why are you so nice ______? I know I’m not the nicest guy around and I’m pretty sure you're aware of what I do. You don’t seem to care at all.”  maybe he didn’t know how to respond to it. 

As you were crushing up the herbs you paused for a moment. “I try to give people the benefit of the doubt when I meet them. Keeping an open mind. I do what I feel is best for my clients and friends.” You saw a small displaced piece of hair. You tried to reach to fix the misplaced piece of hair before you felt his hands stopping you, his hand wrapped around your wrist. 

“Friend, you say. You use that term pretty loosely.” He took a step closer towards you, feeling the edge of the table against your backside. He closed the gap between you both. “I highly doubt you're this nice with people.” 

“You seem to have trouble understanding what I practice and believe in.” your eyes focused on his.

“You can say whatever you like to believe in.” he brushed the hair off your shoulder, his index finger caressing the top of your breast. Your heart was racing just with a single touch. “I don’t need any kinda chakra whatsoever you are gonna do.” he looked down at your breast as a man who tested the waters, he was good with his words. Now you were on his playing field, his index finger tilting your chin up at him. “ I have a question for you when was the last time someone fucked your brains out?” He asked as he watched your cheeks become red, a bit of stuttering as you didn’t know how to respond to the question.  “Cat got your tongue?” giving a charming smile.

“Kisaki I-I” you were stuttering just a bit 

“Listen, I will make sure you cum pretty girl, just do as you're told….. now let me see you get on your knees over there.” His voice was alluring yet demanding.  

You made your way to the cushioned padding on the floor. Slowly getting on your knees, your eyes were still locked with his. Kisaki became a bit hyper-fixated that he was having you do what he wanted and you didn’t complain you complied with his demand. His eyes look at his pants then back at you. Your hands slowly began to unbuckle his pants. Pulling down his pants you saw his semi-hard cock. “Come on, don't make me wait now.” his hand ran through your hair. Bringing your lips to the tip of his cock you licked the tip so slightly he let a low groan out. Your finger wrapped around his cock as your tongue dragged up and down his shaft. He watches your tongue sliding against his cock and finds himself becoming a bit hot, he begins unbuttoning his vest and his dress shirt. Inch by inch your lips began to wrap around his cock. His hand rested on the back of your head as it steadily made you go deeper. Your fingers stroked him each time you bobbed your head. “Fuck~~” he grunted his hand began tensing up as he felt grip the back of your hair. You were trying to control your breathing but it was becoming hard to do so the faster he moved your head, you began to gag the drool coming from your mouth. Tears begin to form in your eyes. Kisaki pushed your head into one deep throat “Hold it _____.” he grunt as his pelvis pushed into you. 

He didn’t want to cum just yet, his hand to release your hair. A string of saliva connected to your lips and his cock broke as you brought your head down as you were trying to catch your breath.  “You don’t know the word gentle,” you said catching your breath. Your hand wipes your lips from the excessive amount of saliva.

“Gentle is not in my vocabulary,” Kisaki responded as he began to lean down and you started to lay back. “This style of clothing you like to wear I wonder how many others thought of fucking you… I guess I will be the first.” His hand going up your thigh, his hair was already a mess but you couldn’t help but find it a turn-on. His hands pulled down your panties which were already a bit dampened. His hands push the straps of your shoulder sliding the dress off your body. His eyes look at your exposed naked frame. Feeling a bit embarrassed turned your eyes, your hands covering your exposed breast and pussy. “Tsk no need to hide yourself now, you wanted to play a dangerous game now you will have to wait till it's over.” he grinned his hands uncovered your exposed parts. 

Bringing his head down you felt his lips kissing your collarbone as they trailed down towards your breast. His tongue brushed your nipple. His other hand began to massage your other breast... Letting a hitched breath out a soft moan spilling out of your lips. The sounds of your moan were music to his ears. Once his hands removed from your breast it began to trail lower your smooth skin towards your aching cunt. With no hesitation in sliding both his fingers inside you. “Nghh~~” you moaned. The reaction he wanted and to hear it was satisfying for him feeling more greedy he continued to thrust his fingers inside of you. “Shi~~~ah~~~nghhhh Kisakiii~~~” 

“I love the sound of that. Something I can listen to all day.” He spoke in a low husky voice. “I will not let you cum like this. I want you to ride my cock for a while.” 

You nodded at him. Kisaki laid down watching your naked frame above his. Positioning your pussy so it aligned with his cock  slowly pushed down. Your walls became stretched as you tried to adjust to the girth of his cock. Your hands rested against his chest, moving up and down his cock. His hands are holding onto your outer thighs. Feeling his hip buckle upwards making his cock go deeper into your pussy. The hip motion as you added a slight circular motion you earned some moans from the demanding man who was below you this time. “You know how much of a turn-on that is for me Kisaki~~” you seductively spoke to the blonde haired man. Your hand reaches for your supple breast massaging it. 

“You're just so fuckin hot right now,” he mumbled gritting his teeth. He couldn’t contain himself as he was thrusting upwards. 

You leaned in closer “Is that so?” you purred so softly to him. You were so tempted to kiss him but something in you was stopping to kiss in his moment. “I guess you're enjoying the way I ride your cock~~.” your breast pressing against his chest. The shadows of you both bounced off the walls in the low dim lit room. Kisaki hadn’t been this aroused for some time. His fingers are gripping on your outer thighs. At this point, he needed to get back some of his power. To him, you were getting too much power from this  “_____ I want you on all fours.” Your hip motion came to a stop. Sliding off his cock you could see your juices coating his cock. Getting your knees and your hand. You felt his hand push down on your back arching it a bit more. “Such a cheeky girl you are.” Kisaki gripped his cock giving it a few strokes, guiding it back into your wet canvas. Kisaki let out a sharp breath. The moment he looked down he saw his cock disappear inside of you. This was an exact image he “Getting fucked by your client doesn’t it feel so nice.” “ Yes~~ yes it feels so good~~~. Please don’t stop~~ “ you were whimpering pleading with him to continue to fuck you closing your eyes as you savored each thrust he did inside you. “My ‘friend’ wants to continue to be fucked me? I guess I have to do what my ‘friend’ asked”. You luckily weren’t facing him when you rolled your eyes. His hand reaches for the back of your neck pushing your neck onto the cushion. His thrust became rougher the sound of his skin slapping against yours. The cries of moan couldn’t be contained as he continued the ruthless thrusting. Your hands couldn't even support your upper body anymore as you clenched your fist in both hands your cunt began to tighten up around his cock only to mumble curse words leaving your mouth. “_____  you're about to cum I can feel your cunt walls tightening around my cock.” He spoke, gritting his teeth. He really holds it in much longer ‘‘I’m about to cum too shit’

“Kisaki~~~.” You couldn’t finish your sentence when you felt your high coming.

 The final thrust Kisaki did was he pulled out stroking his cock the cum spilling on your lower back and ass… He watched your body twitch a bit of cum got on his hand and wiped it on a non cum area.