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sleepysnk · 2 years ago

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a/n: hey everyone! i’m so excited to bring this piece to you all. this goes along with my sugar daddy collab! <3 i hope you all enjoy this! 🫶🏻

pairings: kokonoi hajime x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, smut, sugar daddy!koko, age gap (reader is 21 and koko is 25), oral sex f!receiving, mentions of oral sex m!receiving, unprotected sex, use of pet names (baby, pretty thing, baby girl, good girl, princess), some degradation, light choking, car sex, edging, creampie, possessive behavior, kinda angst (?), very fluffy koko.

synopsis: you’re a college student looking to buy the things you want. koko comes to your aid and is able to grant you every wish you desired. from handbags to makeup that was worth more than anything you owned, he gave you it all. you have a long list of items, but what happens when you ask koko for his debit card and not just one item?

head over heels ft. kokonoi hajime

Your eyes shifted over the many items in your shopping cart. The time displayed on your laptop screen showed that it was nearly one o’clock in the morning. You were fully aware that you should have been peacefully sleeping in your bed by now, but you were far too deep in your shopping to even think about any shut eye.

Summer break was fast approaching and your university classes were soon coming to a close since the end of the semester was nearing its end. With that idea in mind, you grew sort of lazy and only did so much homework before feeling completely burned out. It was a common occurrence with many students your age. Your brain knew that the end was coming, so it set you into a certain mode where all you wanted to do was shut down and not do anything else. It was difficult, especially for the professors. However, you were passing all of your classes with high A’s and you had no reason to panic. You always kept up with your schoolwork like any proper student would, and now you were celebrating with a little retail therapy.

With break on the horizon, you had the desire to buy new things. Whether it was new clothes, a fresh new set of shoes, or just some makeup, you wanted to splurge a little. It wouldn’t hurt to have some new additions to your closet, right?

Unfortunately, like many students you attended college with, you were quite broke. You had a part time job, but none of that money was able to go to things you wanted. You often had to save your checks for proper necessities like groceries and gas for your car. Sure, your roommate assisted with food and other things along those lines, but you didn’t want her to bear the brunt of it all. In the end, you were only left with a good one hundred fifty dollars. Sometimes, if you were lucky, you would have close to two hundred, but those weeks were rare. It was difficult to save, but the circumstances were never in your favor. You honestly couldn’t wait to graduate, but that left you with debt that would take you years to pay off.

Now while that did stop you a majority of the time, you had an alternative option for buying the things you wanted.

A little over three months ago, you and your friends were all hanging around inside your dorm. Your conversations were casual until your friend, Emma, had suggested downloading this app that involved meeting sugar daddies. At first, you were completely blown away by your friend's statement. You and your friends tried to protest that the app was probably a scam, because you had seen those types of things happen before. You’d offer them your banking information and then all of your funds would be taken from you in the matter of minutes. Plus, there were tons of weird men on those kinds of apps. Sometimes they would completely lie about their status just to receive whatever they wanted. Emma completely shut you and your friends down, and offered proof to help her case. When she brought it to the table, you were astounded. There had been multiple men that had sent her almost a thousand dollars each. She even claimed some didn’t ask for naked photographs, and they just sent it with zero hesitation behind it.

At first, you were stunned.

Of course, that kind of offer seemed almost unnatural from how Emma made it look. A majority of the time those people were scammers or they wanted some kind of sexual advance for payment. Nowadays you couldn’t trust such a thing, but Emma had the proof. There were men sending her all kinds of money, and to be honest, you wanted in on that. You would have to do some digging is all.

Once your friends had gone back to their own dorms, you decided to download the app. You chose some nice photos of yourself for your profile and began swiping on the plethora of men on your screen. It was almost like a sugar daddy tinder. For the first few minutes, you were met with lots of older guys. Some of them could have been your fathers age, so that’s why you decided to change your age range. Though, you had lots of discouragement for a while. A majority of the guys were genuine catfishes and you could tell by their profiles. The obvious cropping and misinformation was a clear sign of that. Some of them seemed like genuine creeps too. The one that looked promising almost always had a flaw along with them, and it was becoming quite annoying. How did Emma manage to discover the right men? This had to be pinned against you because all of the sugar daddies on that app were fucking weird.

To be frank, you had started to believe that it was unlikely you’d find anything promising. The men you did have conversations with were disgusting or it was obvious they were trying to steal your debit card information.

That ultimately changed when you came across a certain profile that seemed almost too good to be true.

Koko, 25

You were just about to delete the app when you came across the man’s profile. It was already almost two in the morning, but you were enthralled by the man on your screen. He was quite handsome and he seemed to live a very luxurious lifestyle. Your eyes widened when you saw that he was sitting on a Mercedes with many other cars beside it. He was so dreamy with his black and white hair that was dyed in different sections. There was a single earring that hung from his right ear, and there was even a photo of him sticking his tongue out. He owned more than your college tuition and car payment combined. It was hard for you to believe that a man like him was on such an app, but the most shocking thing was that he was only five miles away. Meaning, he was very close to you. It almost seemed like a fucking trap with how perfect it looked on the outside. There was no way this man was real. Behind the screen, there must have been a fifty year old man sitting in his crusty boxers.

Despite that, you took a risk and swiped right on the man.

You went to bed and didn’t ponder the app any longer. You assumed that if he was real, he probably wouldn’t bat an eye at you. He’d just keep swiping and leave it as that, right?

Wrong, so very wrong.

The next morning, you awoke and checked your phone as usual. You had notifications from your friends or random emails from your professors, but what you didn’t expect was a message from that app.

Koko sent you a new message!

Your heart dropped inside your chest when you saw the message for the first time. You thought you were just having a dream, but Koko had actually messaged you. You immediately went to open it and see what he had said. You were honestly expecting one of those usual scam messages that are insanely filled with random emojis, but it was the exact opposite of that.

Koko: hey pretty thing <3

For a little while, you contemplated replying to him. He could be a catfish for all you knew. He could also be trying to sweet talk you into taking your money, so you had to play it cool. It took you a while to actually trust the man behind the screen, but he eventually shared his phone number and the two of you began to frequently chat throughout the day. Koko had revealed he was a businessman. He never specified what it was, but he informed you that he made lots of money and he wasn’t married so there was nothing to spend it on except for himself. He was about four years older than you. The only reason he joined the app was to find someone to share that cash with, and that’s exactly what the man wanted to do with you. Koko also proved he wasn’t a scammer by any means and he would be willing to buy you whatever you wanted.

But, at a price.

Koko had proposed a deal for you both. He had no problem being your sugar daddy by any means. He told you that if there was anything you needed from him, he would buy it with no hesitation. However, he wanted something in return. There was a reason you were his sugar baby.

Koko offered to give you what you wanted after you had sex with him, or gave him something in exchange for your item. He told you that the higher the price of your gift, the higher you would have to work to receive it. It was quite a shock to you to hear such a thing, but you did want a sugar daddy. Koko had even mentioned he would never force you into a situation that you didn’t want, but he wanted you to keep your end of the deal no matter what. At first, you were unsure of it all. He was a handsome guy, he made lots of money, and all you would have to do was fuck him to have anything you so pleased. It was nerve wracking, though. You were going to be intimate with a man who was older than you, and he was going to give you anything you wanted after? There was a lot to ask, but you weren’t sure how to bring it up.

After a long phone call with the man, you had fully agreed to the terms he set for you. Koko had also explained to you that if at any point you would like to terminate it, he had no issue with that. You were relieved to hear such a thing. At least he wasn’t some deeply obsessed man who wouldn’t let you go if you asked.

The very first time you wanted to buy something, you were nervous. You were on Sephora, browsing the different eyeshadow palette’s or lipsticks you thought would fit nice on your skin. You had placed a few items into your cart. Your eyes drifted to the total and your chest practically started hurting the moment you saw it. It came out to $157.67. Part of you wasn’t so sure if you should ask Koko. It was his money, and you would always feel bad whenever any friend or family member spent money on you. You knew you wouldn’t have to give Koko a single cent back, but what would he say? There was a chance he would laugh at you and say no to the offer. It would piss you off, yes, but that thought was lingering in the back of your mind. You hesitated to send him the message with the total, but you eventually pressed send and left your phone to sit and wait. Your heart was racing so fast that you thought you would have had a heart attack back then.

Within minutes, you received a reply, and his response made shivers ghost down your spine.

Koko: send me a video of you fingering yourself <3 and send me the link afterwards

After a long while of internal panic, you eventually sent Koko the video. There was silence for a little while on his end. You hoped that he didn’t somehow block you or he just lied to get what he wanted. There was a chance Koko had completely set you up, and he was going to steal the video for his own personal benefit. God, you prayed that wasn’t the case.

Though, after ten minutes, Koko replied with a screenshot of your order. He also praised you for what you had sent him. He claimed you were one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid his eyes upon, and those comments made your cheeks burn with embarrassment. For a man who was only supposed to be your sugar daddy, he seemingly had a lot to say about your appearance. You weren’t complaining about that factor, though. You would have much rather had him commenting on that than being a weird creep asking for more. He was gladly proving himself as a respectable man, and you had gotten a new present out of it. You were very satisfied with that, and all of those worries that had you anxious disappeared once he shared that he had purchased your makeup.

You frequently sent nudes to Koko for whatever you wanted. You began receiving many gifts and random packages that filled your room quicker than you had expected. It wouldn’t be an overstatement to say that Koko was spoiling you rotten with his money. He didn’t seem to have much of a problem with that either. Any time you would protest, he would shut you up by sending you random payments. You could never argue with him either. He was quite stubborn at times.

Eventually, there came a point where you both desired to meet one another.

He planned a nice date for you two. He offered to pick you up and he even proposed the idea of taking you shopping afterwards. If you didn’t have extra studying to do, you would have taken the opportunity to go and buy some things with him. However, you declined due to your own personal things. You were very nervous to meet him. This would be the first time you saw him in person, but you had this urge to finally see the man who had been giving you money. You were all over the place when the evening arrived. When he messaged you that he was outside, you almost completely chickened out and told him you didn’t want to anymore. However, with the help of your friends and your roommate, you were able to face Kokonoi Hajime in all of his glory.

You didn’t expect to see such a fine man, but what you weren’t expecting the most was sleeping with him that night.

The dinner had gone quite well between you both. Koko was polite, handsome, and overall a gentleman with you. The place you went to was divine and you would have never expected you would have eaten at such a great restaurant.

Things quickly changed once the two of you had gotten into Koko’s expensive BMW. The atmosphere had shifted and there was this ache that formed between your legs. It could have been the aroma of his luxurious cologne, or the way he gripped the steering wheel as he drove. It honestly felt like this man had casted a spell on you. You just couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him at the red light. One thing led to another, and you ended up in Koko’s high rise apartment with your legs thrown over his shoulders. The sex you both indulged in was like no other. Koko wasn’t anything like those lame college guys you hooked up with. He showed you what it was like to actually fuck someone, and it only left you craving more of your sugar daddy. He worked wonders on your body, and he knew exactly where to touch you to have you melting within his grasp. You only craved more of him as the days went on, and eventually, you two started seeing one another more often.

Whether it was giving him a blowjob for a new pair of heels, or letting him eat your pussy until you made a mess on his face, Koko was intoxicating and you only wanted him at the end of the night.

You chewed on your bottom lip at Koko’s contact. You had no idea if the man was still awake at this dead hour. However, you decided to snap a photo of your total and message your sugar daddy. If he didn’t see it at that hour, he would probably see it the next morning and decide what to do.

You: koko, i want these

You: [image]

You clicked your phone off and sat there for a few minutes. There was silence from your phone, so it was just a waiting game. You hoped he was awake but you weren’t forcing a response right away. You were very patient with him. Koko had a busy lifestyle, so it was understandable if he was exhausted after a long day.

Those thoughts you had were interrupted by the vibration of your cell phone. You reached for it and was surprised to see that Koko had texted you back.

Koko: for sure baby

Koko: you better let me pick you up 🤍 that price is high

Your eyes grew wide at his request. It was late, very late. Your roommate was asleep in her bed already and you technically weren’t supposed to be wandering campus at that hour. Sneaking out wouldn’t be that difficult, but knowing how Koko was in bed, you knew you wouldn’t be home the next morning. Usually, you would decline and say no, but you hadn’t seen Koko at all much recently. Not gonna lie, you needed your fix of him and you wanted to see his handsome face. It wasn’t like you could message him randomly to fuck. He probably wasn’t into something like that.

You: okay

You: atp i deserve your debit card 🙄

You were joking when you sent that reply, but you brushed that aside to go and prepare yourself for what was to come. Koko didn’t live very far from your university. He worked in the city which was not a far drive from campus, but you hardly drove there unless you absolutely had to. Koko also would pick you up. He honestly considered you his little passenger princess because of how often he would come and get you. He always picked you up in a different vehicle, though. Sometimes, he would let you pick the car he would drive you around in. It was such a luxury being Koko’s sugar baby. You couldn’t ask for anyone better.

You paused in your motions when your phone vibrated again. You grabbed it off of your bed and stared at the new text messages Koko had sent to you.

Koko: my debit card? you really want that baby?

Your eyes widened at his reply. As much as you wanted to say no, having his card on you would give you easier access to getting the things you wanted without having to wait.

You: i was kidding haha

Koko: i’m serious

Koko: do you want it? i don’t mind handing it over

Shock coursed through your veins at his reply. You said that as a joke, yet he sounded incredibly serious about it. You could never take Koko’s debit card like that. He often told you he had many due to having such an incredible amount of funds, but having one sounded dangerous. Though, it sounded like such a great idea.

You: really??

Koko: yes princess

Koko: but that’s a serious trade.. if you want it you know you’ll have to pay up.

You knew full well that’s how the deal worked. He wouldn’t give away something unless there was a price at hand, which was understandable. You wondered what that might be. Koko could make sex more intense depending on the price of the item you desired. Usually, anything above two hundred was always going to involve a meet up. Whether it was just oral sex, or actual fucking. You fully assumed now that Koko was going to ask to meet up. You had no issue with that, of course, but the thrill of the situation made your thighs clench together. He was a man full of surprises. He showed you things in sex that no other man was capable of, so this could be a situation you would never forget.

You began typing a response to the man. It was already nearly two o’clock in the morning, so you had to make a decision quickly.

You: okay, i want your debit card koko

Sending that message was the reason you were in the situation you found yourself in now. You should have expected Koko to be the person he was, but you hadn’t expected him to pull over into a parking lot after he picked you up. You were in the backseat of his Mercedes with your thighs spread apart and his face deep between them. His tongue was buried into your pretty cunt that he had been wanting to taste for the last two weeks. Fuck, he missed you so much. He never could properly admit it out loud, but Koko wanted to see you more often than he should. You were always engraved in his mind at work. He would often fight with himself on sending you a message about your day, or simply asking what you were up to. He shouldn’t be thinking that way, but you were too difficult to resist.

Your head was lying against the cushion of his seats. Your fingernails tugged and pulled at the strands of Koko’s dual colored hair. One thing about Koko was that his head game was one of the best. He slurped and sucked on your clit with such ease, and it drove you up the wall. There was nobody else that could make you feel the way Koko made you feel. “K-Koko..! Ah.. yes! Right there!” you wiggled your hips upwards to gain more traction against his tongue. You were getting lost within him. All you could think about was him and only him.

The man shifted his eyes up at you. His pupils were slightly dilated from lust, and the pure sight of you made him only more turned on. Koko honestly couldn’t believe that such a fine woman like you ever gave him the time of day. You were perfect in every aspect. He couldn’t ever imagine himself involving another woman, but you. He honestly wondered if you felt the same way about him. In some ways, he hoped that deep down you did. Koko liked to believe that he gave you it all. He spoiled you rotten with his money and gave you all the sex you desired. He didn’t care what it might be. He would do anything for his precious sugar baby. “Yeah..? That feel good, baby girl? Heh.. you always taste as good as you look.” he used his thumb to rub circles on your clit that was swollen. You were a dripping mess when he took your panties off. It was amazing what he could do to you in just a matter of minutes. His presence alone winded you up.

He then attacked your cunt once again. His tongue swiped over your sensitive bud, earning several sharp gasps from your lips. He lapped up any slick that appeared on your pussy. He was practically eating you like you were his last meal. Koko was making you feel like you were on fire. His actions were the very thing igniting that spark within you. He could only smirk at the delightful noises that were slipping from your throat. He could listen to you like a song on repeat.

Koko’s cock was aching inside his sweatpants. It was taking all of his strength to not completely ravage you, but that need was there. He was begging to be freed from his boxers that felt like they were closing in on him. Koko’s hold on your thighs tightened and his tongue began to move quicker, sending bolts of electricity along your abdomen from the pleasure. Your breathing had become quite heavy and your hold on his hair had tightened. He could tell that you were absolutely enjoying yourself right now. It only stroked that ego he had deep within him. He averted his gaze for a brief moment to stare at your stunning features that were twisted with pleasure. The expressions on your face made him smirk while he ate you out. He couldn’t wait to be inside of that pussy he loved so much. He craved you more than he would like to admit. Sometimes, he would find himself jerking off to your videos or photos you had sent him. His fist never compared to the way your pretty cunt would suck him in.

You were close, so fucking close. Koko could make you cum by just eating you out, which was honestly a talent. The knot inside your belly was tightening with every motion of his tongue. All you sought was that burning desire within yourself. Koko could tell by your body language and your voice that you were about to reach your peak. He wasn’t ready for you to cum yet. He wanted you to be wound up just a bit more before he’d allow that to occur. Plus, you were only ever allowed to cum on his cock.

Koko then retracted himself away from your cunt. A mix of his spit and your slick covered his chin, to which he wiped off with his hand. You whined at the loss of contact, and the denial of your orgasm. He could be so unfair sometimes with you. “Koko.. I need you..” you took his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers together.

He could see the desperation in your eyes, and in your voice. Koko then kissed your palm and smiled at you with those nice teeth of his. He thought you were so cute like that. All whiny and needy for him to be inside of you. He wasn’t going to let you wait any longer, because as much as it sounded selfish, he wanted to fuck you too. It had been far too long since the man had played with his favorite girl. He missed you more than anything else, and all he wanted was your presence near him. “I’m here, baby.. don’t you worry.” he then leaned down towards your lips, pressing a small kiss onto you. It was sweet, and tender.

Koko pulled away after a few seconds. He then began to untie the loops of his sweatpants, pulling them downward so he could free his cock that had been aching to be freed since he took you into the backseat. Some pre-cum leaked from the tip, which he wiped off with his thumb. He tossed them somewhere in the front seat and plopped down in one of the seats. He motioned for you to come towards him. “Come here..” he patted his lap, eyeing you like you were his prized possession.

You sat up, maneuvering yourself onto his lap so both of your thighs were on either side of him. Koko’s hands settled on your waist, taking in the touch of your soft skin. He could never get enough of how delicate you felt underneath his fingertips. It was like he was touching flower petals, silky and smooth. You were the prettiest one in the garden though. Koko positioned himself at your soaked entrance. He glided his tip against your folds, causing you to softly moan from the friction. You were so fucking wet. He loved seeing what he was able to do to your body. Seeing you up above him made his heart swell with warmth. You were like a goddess in his hands. He couldn’t believe that someone like you wasn’t in a relationship, or at least talking with someone. You deserved love.

Could he be the one to grant that?

After some small teasing of your slit, he pushed himself inside your pussy. The two of you let out noises at the contact. Your hands squeezed at Koko’s shoulders, holding onto him as he guided your hips onto his cock. You were so tight. You hugged his dick so well that he could almost moan from how great it was. He never got tired of how your cunt felt. “Koko..! So big.. fuck..” you looked down at his shaft that was filling you up and stretching you to almost your limit. He was big, probably the biggest you’ve ever taken.

Once he was fully bottomed out, he began to thrust into your cunt. The angle was just perfect for him. Your tits were practically in his face, and every little movement caused them to bounce. If he could, he would tape every single moment of your sexual encounters. He could watch them like movies and be able to recall every little detail. Koko groaned at how nicely you sucked his cock in. He held your hips firmly and would occasionally squeeze the plush of your ass. You were just too fucking good. He never was exhausted of fucking your brains out. You were completely in utter bliss. This felt much different than before. You weren’t sure why. You assumed that maybe it was because you were both fucking in his car or maybe because you hadn’t seen Koko in weeks, but that didn’t matter. All you could focus on was the gorgeous man who was buried into your guts right now.

Koko’s pace began to increase. He found it much harder to hold back now. He had these urges that needed to be released, and after all, you were going to earn his debit card once this was all set and done. He wanted to fuck you so good that any time you stared at it you would remember what he made you feel that night. “Fuck.. so good, baby.. takin’ my cock so well. You’re such a good girl..” he gritted his teeth. “You’re my good girl, yeah? Tell me baby..”

You stared into his lustful eyes. The pleasure in your gut was so good that you were beginning to lose focus on the situation. He was grabbing and touching you in all the right spots that made you like putty in his hands. “Mmph! Yes.. ah! Yes, Koko..” you whined, pressing your forehead against his.

The heat inside of the car began to gradually increase from your actions. Sweat was clinging to your skin, and some of Koko’s hair was sticking to his forehead. Neither of you gave much care to that fact, because you were too lost in the moment to even think about that. Koko couldn’t help but stare at you. Your pretty face was all contorted with euphoria and your gorgeous body was so smooth within his hands. He couldn’t think of a greater image. He knew the night he fucked you for the first time that he wanted to see you again. He didn’t want someone like you to slip through his fingers, so that’s why he continued to pursue you. There was so much to like about you beyond the sex. Your personality, your smile, that beautiful laugh. He could name so much more, but it’d take him years to finish. He knew it wasn’t right. Thinking of his sugar baby as something more, but he couldn’t help himself. You were a drug he couldn’t stop coming back to.

Koko’s hand went to wrap around your throat, keeping your head in place so you made eye contact with him. He squeezed slightly, blocking some of the air from entering your lungs. Your nails scratched into his skin from the lack of oxygen. “Shit.. so fucking good f’me..” he looked into your cloudy eyes. “Fuck.. you like being my slut..? Whoring yourself out for my money.. fuck, I love spoilin’ you, princess..”

All you could do was nod and let out a small whine. He then released your throat and smiled to himself at your reaction. He knew no matter what you would always love spending his money on shit you wanted. He didn’t care how much it was either. He loved what was to come before the purchases. Though, the after made him even happier. Seeing your smiling face when he buys you gifts makes all the darkness in his day disappear. “K-Koko..” you leaned your head downwards so it was now buried into his shoulder. “Fuck.. love being y-your slut!”

Koko couldn’t hide the smirk that had written itself on his features. Of course you loved it. You always slithered back to him and that’s exactly how he knew. He decided to speed things up and begin fucking you at such a rough pace. His tip rapidly pressed against your g-spot, making white stars appear in your vision from how intense it was.

It was moment’s like this where Koko didn’t want the night to end. He wished he could fuck you like this all of the time, but that only happened whenever you needed something. That was the deal, after all. He didn’t want to overstep your boundaries and possibly cause problems in your agreement. Koko had his urges, though. He wanted to randomly arrive at your place and just have you all to himself with no sort of item being the sole reason why. It sounded selfish, he was well aware of that, but you were the first girl to ever want to see him for a date rather than just a hookup. Sure, sugar daddies often treated their sugar babies to dates at divine restaurants, but to Koko that was something special. He knew that you probably thought of it as something common, but he never did that with just anyone he came across. Dates, sex, money, all of those things could make Koko easily attached to somebody else. Despite his brain telling him not to, he wanted you.

He wanted you all to himself.

He knew thinking such a thing was wrong, but the thought of someone else spoiling you with their money angered him. Seeing your body in all its glory and only toying with you made him want to go after whoever that might be. He was the only one who should be giving you the things you wanted. He should be the only one pounding your pussy until you’re almost squirting onto his cock from how great it is. You were his sugar baby. You shouldn’t rely on any other man but him to give you what you need.

Koko reached forward to hold your face with his one hand, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes were half-lidded and you had this gorgeous fucked out expression on your features. His eyes flickered from your face then towards those glossy lips. “You’re mine.. right, princess?” No one is better than me..” his voice was deep and sort of hoarse from how much he had been groaning and grunting.

Your walls quivered around his cock, earning a breathy chuckle from Koko. He didn’t think you would have such a reaction, but it turned him on so much. You liked when Koko was possessive over you. He had no idea, but he was for sure going to use that to his advantage. You were making such a mess on his dick too. “Y-Yes, Koko! All yours.. ah!” you nodded your head vigorously at his question. You only desired more from the man. He was making you feel things that nobody else has ever made you feel.

Your orgasm was creeping up on you. The pool of heat inside your gut was reaching its boiling point, making you all the more needy for Koko. He could feel your walls clenching and closing around his cock, making his own pleasure increase from how tight you felt. His favorite part was watching you reach your high, because your reactions were just so sexy. He loved making you cum like the little slut you were for him. His hands gripped your hips tightly, allowing him to fuck himself upwards into you at that same pace that would send your mind into a frenzy. He was abusing your g-spot only allowing his name to slip from your plump lips. His balls were smacking against your puffy clit, making all kinds of lewd noises inside of the car.

Koko leaned in and captured your lips onto his. A sloppy kiss erupted between the two of you. He swallowed down any moans that came from your throat. He almost chuckled again when he felt you struggling to kiss him back. You were both chasing your releases, becoming so desperate for one another. Koko almost bit down on your lip from how close he was, but he refrained and pulled away. “Gonna cum..? C’mon, baby, cum on my fucking cock..” he leaned towards your ear, nibbling on your skin. “Shiittt, ‘m gonna cum inside this p-pretty cunt, pretty thing.”

You let out a cry of pleasure as soon as that knot snapped. Your orgasm hit you hard. Your whole body trembled and shook, sending shivers down your spine. Koko squeezed your hips hard enough to leave bruises when he reached his own climax. The way your pussy spasmed and clamped down on him made his high come faster than he had expected. His cum filled your walls, creating a mess that consisted of your arousal and his around his cock to make it seem white.

You let yourself slump onto his body. The two of you panted, trying to recover from your orgasms. A layer of fog had blanketed the window and both of you were quite messy. Koko rested his arm around your waist, placing his chin atop of your head. In all honesty, he didn’t want to let you go home yet. He wanted to sit there for a few minutes just bathing in your embrace, because he knew the moment you went home he would go back into his empty bed and imagine you lying beside him in his sheets. He also feared possibly staining the seats of his car by pulling out, so he decided to just keep himself inside you for a little while. Neither of you had anywhere to be at that moment.

There was a comfortable silence that surrounded you. It was broken when Koko cleared his throat and reached for his wallet that was in the pocket of his sweatpants he had discarded earlier. He opened it and removed his debit card from the many spots he had in his wallet. He also reached into it and pulled out several one hundred dollar bills. “This is for you, baby.” he then reached under your shirt and shoved the bills into your bra. He also slid his debit card along with the cash. You were surprised to see him put them there, but it was Koko of all people. He always had the ability to catch you off guard.

You looked down at Koko. You seemed quite tired and he could sense it from your lazy body language. You were so cute when you were sleepy. “Thank you, Koko..” you touched his cheeks with your hands, rubbing your thumbs against his skin. A smile made its way onto your features from his gesture.

He pecked your lips, bringing your body closer to his. Your touch made him melt from how warm it was. “Anything for you..” he buried his face into your neck, inhaling your natural scent. His mind only thought of you for the rest of the evening. He hoped that maybe, just maybe, you would see him as someone more than just your sugar daddy.

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OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!!! I just read your Koko x Inui!Reader work and it's a ✨masterpiece✨ Am I crying? Yes. Am I still in love with this psycho Koko? Definitely. Why? Don't know. But am I in love with your work? Absolutely!!!!!

If it's possible, may I please request Koko with fem!reader who also lost her lover (I dunno, Shinichiro, for example? Yeah, he's muuuch older than them, and the reader knew that he would never see her as a woman (more like a sister, but he’d still say smth like “yeah yeah you'll get older and I'll marry you”), but she still loved him (puppy love and stuff)). However, if Koko’s still obsessed with Akane, the reader moved on;she cherishes the memory of her first lov, but she became older and realized thing that she wasn't understand when she was younger. So with her help (it's not like she fell in love with him when they met, it's just cuz of their similar situations she decided to kinda help(?)Inui pssst Inui) , Koko see other side(?) of this type of “love”.

I still want a happy ending for him. I mean, he's such a sad (maniac, nonetheless) character, but I believe that he does deserve true and mutual love. We all had our “first loves”, puppy crushes, older crushes and stuff. I was “in love” with my brother’s friend (he was like 5 years older than me lol, and I was like 9?He also told that he will marry me and stuff, but it was like when your dad/borther promises you the same; cute and childing memory). But I think when you couldn't confess before your pass out/move on/start date someone else, you would have a feeling as if something isoff/the story does not have an ending. I don't think that even if Akane were alive, it would have changed smth for Koko. I still believe that he’d move on sooner or later. But hey, it's only my opinion 🤷🏻‍♀️

I just truly want him to be happy and feel genuinely loved.

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭. 𝐌𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭.

What a mystery it is — this emotion we call grief.

Shinichiro’s luck with women was always a comical one, never being able to snag a date, let alone have a girlfriend. He reached rock bottom as soon as he heard one of Manjiro’s childhood friends proclaim, “I’m Shinichiro’s future wife!”

“I’m too old for you,” He politely rejected, giving your head a gentle pat as a form of acknowledging your feelings. His heart ached at the fact that a girl was finally confessing her feelings for him but most likely under the guise of a childish crush. Something you would grow out of as soon as you matured enough. “You should give the other boys your age a chance. Manjiro and Keisuke have been fighting over who’s going to marry you.”

Shinichiro was amused at the way you violently shook your head at the prospect, quickly becoming defensive and pleading your case to him. “I may be young but I swear I’ll grow up into a beautiful lady. I can cook, I can clean, and I can take care of my siblings.”

He sighed, lighting up a nearby cigarette to help cope with the insanity he was suffering though at the moment. “Y/N, I don’t want a housewife. I want you to grow up and find the right person to fall in love with. I'll be just peachy seeing you fall for the right person.”

“Mama helps me out right now but she says I’m practically a mini adult.” You protested with your hands on your hips, glaring him down as he just shook his head at you.

“Sweetheart, you’re 13…” Shinichiro shudders at the realization of how old he's gotten. Another hit of his cigarette settles in his lungs, easing his racket of a mind. “I’m 23. There are so many things wrong with what you're asking of me.”

“In five years, I will be old enough to marry you. Wait for me until then, I know you’ll still be single!”

“Uh, ouch.” Shinichiro’s pride was bruised by how confidently you had rebuked his answer. He could sense a prick of annoyance begin to crawl up his spine. Your answer wasn't meant to be malicious in the slightest but it sure struck a nerve. “Y/N, you’re not thinking straight. You’ll get over this little crush in a couple years and it’ll be a silly little joke between us.”

“A joke? You think my feelings are joke…?” You said in a quiet voice as your heart fell to your stomach. The weight of the world was coming crashing down on your childish delusions. “I love you, I really do!”

“Oh come on, Y/N. Don’t get upset, I’m just being honest with you.” Shinichiro’s words come off more harsh than he intended, made apparent by the streams of fresh hot tears rolling down your cheeks.

“But… But! You promised… Shinichiro, you promised to marry me!”

Shinichiro’s gaze switched from the motorcycle to the blubbering mess who was turned away from him. Seeing your tears made him reconsider how harsh his words would have came off. His cigarette falls to the ground, embers burning out as he glanced over at you. “What the— Don’t cry, Y/N.”

Mikey trailed in as soon as he hears the sound of loud and pronounced wailing coming from the shop. He lazily glanced between you and Shinichiro as the lollipop in his mouth swished from side to side. “Bro, what’s wrong with Y/N?”

“I-I don’t know! She just started crying!”

“Shinichiro’s being mean! M-Mikey, your brother’s being mean to me!” You wailed, tugging on his shirt as he lightly shook you off.

Mikey grinned as he placed his arms behind his head, watching the chaos unfold before him. His mischievous eyes were still focused on his older brother’s distressed face. “This is why you’re never getting a girlfriend…”

Shinichiro groaned, shooing away Mikey as he attempted to settle down your incessant outburst of melodrama. “Y/N, look at me. Stop crying, yeah? I wanna tell you a secret, just between you and me.”

“W-What?” You sniffled.

“There’s my pretty little lady,” Shinichiro smiled, thumbing away the waterworks with his oil stained hands as he left some streaks of it on your face, not like you minded much. “No more tears, okay? When you’re older we’ll get married, yeah?”

You sniffled, wiping away the lingering droplets before staring up at him. “Promise?”

Shinichiro held up his pinky extending it out for you to reciprocate the action. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“I think the twenty rejections have gone to his head,” Wakasa interrupted, crunching down on the lollipop lingering in his mouth. He glanced between his friend and the young girl in front of him, scrutiny in his eyes. “He’s preying on middle schoolers now. Call the cops.”

“Shut up, Waka. You have no idea what we’re talking about!” Shinichiro immediately backtracked.

“Shinichiro, that’s sick.” Benkei shook his head at the ongoing conversation, gently pulling you away from Shinichiro’s arms before inspecting you for any sign of harm or injury. He gave Shinichiro the same judgmental glare as Waka before turning to glance at the girl right in front of him. “Did he hurt you, Y/N?”

Before a decent explanation could be made by you, it had appeared that you had run off to tell your friends the seemingly positive news. You shouted at the top of your lungs, “Emma! Shin said he would marry me.”

Takeomi walked in after you had sprinted past him through the shop’s back door, glaring down his captain with a menacing smile. “Am I high or did she say what I think she said? Better have a decent excuse, Shin.”

“Big bro’s farts stink like hell, Y/N." Mikey interjected, becoming amused with the way you always accepted Shinichiro's false promises without a second thought. "Oh, I bet he only said that so you would stop crying.”

Mikey had never received a more painful punch in his life, knocking him straight in the jaw as you ran back inside to tattle on your best friend.

“Shinichiro! Manjiro’s being mean to me. He keeps saying you're not gonna marry me!”

Soon after, the unexpected news of Shinichiro's death crashed on your body like a bucket of ice water. You refused to eat, sleep was no longer a priority, school was no longer a necessity. A piece of you had died along with him, a piece that would leave a gaping hole in your heart, a piece of yourself that would never come back.

“Big bro would have wanted you to have it,” Mikey said quietly, onyx irises devoid of emotion. “Take care of it, okay?”

Shinichiro’s chain necklace, the one you always fiddled with as a child. The one you always loved hearing clink against his neck as he worked on a motorcycle. It was yours now. The necklace found a new home upon your neck, the frigid metal weighed heavy on your collarbones, it would serve as a constant reminder of the love you held for Shinichiro.

No one ever told you the difference between love and grief.

The visits to Shinichiro’s grave became less frequent though your feelings for him were still tucked away in the folds of your heart. Shinichiro Sano was once the iridescent sun and you were his precious little moon, orbiting his ethereal presence as if he were the only celestial body in existence.

“I’m in high school now, Shin. I wish you could see how much I’ve grown,” You sighed, hugging your knees to your chest as you spoke to the shining tombstone. “Bet you’d wish I was still begging for your attention.”

“Manjiro and Emma are doing well though we haven’t spoken in a while. The Black Dragons have changed, Shinichiro. More than when you were around. I wish you never left us…”

Inui Seishu was someone you would never would have expected to become friends with. He held the first-generation Black Dragons with high respect. You had previously spotted him hanging around S.S. Motors along with the other delinquents Shinichiro often housed. Kokonoi Hajime was someone who tested your patience with every breath he took, he loved to tease and get under your skin with a snaky remark. The two reminded you of a cat and dog duo, one who's constantly at the other’s throats.

“I made a new friend; I’m sure you remember him. His name is Inui, basically sees you as a god.” You chuckled, "He hangs out with Waka and Benkei sometimes. Oh, they're doing fine too..."

A shaky breath escapes your quivering lips, the childhood memories of the time you all spent together come flooding in like a tidal wave. “It’s time for me to grow up, Shinichiro. You said I needed to find the right person to fall in love with, right?”

Except you’re not sure how to do that nor how to even begin on that journey.

Your soft steps echoed the graveyard as a warm gust of breeze enveloped your body as if to reassure yourself that you were making the right choice. “This is goodbye, first love."

You peered up at the sunset, sparing it a gentle smile as you continued on your path. “Shinichiro, wherever you are, you’ll live in my heart forever. I’ll always remember that smile of yours… too bad it was your last.”

Koko can’t seem to remember when days started turning into weeks, into months, into years. When the fine lines of separation between Seishu and Akane began to blur into one person. It was fascinating how his grief had him groveling in a rut of searching for a glimmer of happiness. He never realized how low he had fallen until he kissed Inupi’s sleeping figure in the library’s silent corridors. He swore it was Akane who welcomed his anguished lips to lie upon hers. He swore it was her who was resting against the windowsill, basking in the comforting embrace of the sunshine pouring in through the glass.

What have I done?

His sleepy lids fluttered open, he glanced up at the evening sky, gentle streaks of golden light dance across the scattered clouds, hinting at the vibrant display yet to come. The air is calm, and the world seems to hold its breath, savoring the tranquil moment as day slowly gives way to night.

Kokonoi groggily reaches out to the figure next to him, his fingers brushing against the other person’s arm. “Akane?”

He was instead greeted by your teasing voice, a slight snippy tone as you get firm with him as he wakes up. “Good morning, Your Highness. It’s about time you woke up.”

“It’s not very good if you’re here,” He muttered as soon as he realized who exactly he was talking to. What a joke. “Were you watching me sleep? I knew you were a freaky girl, been telling Inupi since the day we met.”

“Remind me again why I even bother with you, Koko…” You snapped, shaking your head at the attempt to insult you. "I'm not the one who sent some cryptic ass text telling me to meet you here. You were the one I found asleep in the middle of the field."

He chuckled at the remark, sticking his tongue out just as he always did when being smug. “Lack of a brain, clearly.”

The summer air was thick with moisture, each breath feels heavy, laden with the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass. The humidity wraps around everything, making the world seem slightly softened and hazy. Beads of sweat form quickly, tracing lazy paths down foreheads and necks, as the heat lingers even in the shade. The atmosphere is thick, almost tangible, carrying the distant hum of cicadas and the occasional rustle of leaves in the still, sultry air.

One question weighed on your mind, escaping your chest before you could think clearly. An inquiry that desperately needed an answer, no matter what kind of potential rift it would cause for either of you. “Koko, have you ever been in love?”

“Yes,” He paused for a moment, tilting his head and closing his eyes in deep concentration as he pondered on how to answer the question. “She was beautiful,” Kokonoi said, cutting through the momentary silence. “I wanted to marry her. Hell, I was going to marry her but—“

“Who’s Akane?”

Kokonoi realized you heard his muttering as he was asleep on the grass.

“Life never works out, does it?” A cold laugh escaped your lips, “I lost my first love too."

Kokonoi is aware of the fact you are an open person, he’s never witnessed the endless void in your eyes as you begin to relay the story of your lost lover. The empty shell you became as soon as the words began to depart your mouth. What a soulless sight.

It reminds him of himself. He hates it.

“We both promised we could marry once I was older. Now I’m beginning to realize how naïve I was to think it would work out.”

“Seishu told me about his older sister. She reminds me of Shinichiro, did you have a chance to confess to her?”

“That’s none of your damn business. Everything I do is for Akane," He admitted. “It’s the only way I can atone for the sins I carry.”

“Do you think that’s fair to Seishu?” You questioned, leading the conversation into dangerous territory. Kokonoi perked up at the drop of his friend's name, narrowing his scrutinizing gaze at you. It was like you knew which aggravating buttons to push with an expert hand, slowly setting the stage for an argument to brew and burst out. “Pushing him away because you believe that you deserve to suffer in his place. That’s a bit selfish, don’t you think?”

“What do you know? You’re just a stupid little girl who can’t get over the ghost of someone who’s never coming back!”

“You’re just a scared little boy who can’t face the fact that he deserves to make his own choices! Are you so far gone that you'll do anything for the sake of money?!” You fired back, frustration beginning to cloud your mind as the argument escalates further and further. “The Kanto Manji Gang is going to ruin you, Kokonoi."

“It’s my life, isn’t it? Quit acting like you own me." He griped, slapping away the finger you had jammed into his chest.

You scoffed, shooting him a pained glare as the knot in your throat tightened with each syllable that escaped your lips. Koko reflected so much of your grieving self that it was painful to stare at him straight on. “I’m not going to speak for Akane, but I know Shinichiro would hate me for using his memory as an excuse to make myself miserable! Let the dead rest, Hajime. It’s the least we can do for them to able to move on peacefully.”

Kokonoi has never received such an enraged response from you, nor has he ever witnessed you shedding tears over a fight. “Some days are more difficult than others, I understand that. I can function normally until the band aid over my heart is ripped off once again and I’m just a pathetic crying mess.”

Kokonoi can picture himself at home, destroying his belongings and wrecking his room in a fit of relentless rage.

“40 million... I'll make that money even if I die."

Kokonoi can picture himself receiving the phone call from his best friend, anguished sobs echoing across the line as he delivers the bone-chilling news he never wished to hear.

“Akane... She’s dead."

He can picture himself inside the hospital room, looming over Akane’s lifeless body. Bandages covering the unsightly burns across her body. Even in death, she was such a beautiful sight despite the injuries that consumed her entire being.

“I’m sorry, Akane! If only I had more money…”

Koko wishes he could be freed from the guilt of losing his best friend’s sister. Freed from the urge to chase at a fleeting shadow. Freed from the need to atone for his past self's shortcoming and unfulfilled promises.

“I walk into Mikey’s house sometimes expecting to run into Shinichiro,” You sighed, laying back in the grassy area of the ground. Kokonoi’s gaze traced your gentle features, admiring how well they reflected with the sunset’s glow on your skin. He can sense a subtle aura of longing radiating from your body “I always expect to see him waiting for me in the old bike shop.”

He can barely stop the suppressed confession from escaping his lips as soon as he blurted it out. “I kissed Inupi because I wanted to believe that it was Akane who was sitting there."

Surprisingly, you say nothing in response. Simply accepting it for what it is.

"I tried going out with Mikey for a while thinking he could make up for Shin. We both realized it wasn't healthy for either of us." You know he isn't seeking a response, instead someone who could find common ground. “Moving on doesn’t mean we’re leaving the people we love behind us. It means we have to live for ourselves, we get to choose our own paths, we write our own stories.”

You sighed, standing up and brushing away the debris lingering on your pants. The guilt of arguing with him earlier continued biting at your conscious, beckoning for you to reconcile with the boy. “It’s late, I should be heading home soon. I’m sorry for raising my voice at you, Hajime. I was trauma dumping, totally uncalled for.”

He nodded his head in response, choosing to acknowledge you passively rather than with words. Kokonoi could sense the iron-clad walls surrounding his heart beginning to cave in, threatening to tear apart his remaining composure. The years of pent-up grief was starting to bubble up and escape through the tattered seams of his soul.

Y/N has always treated me as friend even though I never considered her more than a nuisance.

Koko trembled, tears rolling thickly down his face, stinging his cracked lips. His hands twisted around each other as if he could press the worst of his feelings back into his skin. “Y-Y/N?” He croaked.

You immediately abandoned your thoughts, rushing to his side. “Koko? What is it? What’s wrong?” Your voice was sharp with concern as you scrutinized Koko any sign of something amiss.

Hesitating, Koko shook his head, his mouth opening and closing before opening again. His quivering voice could barely be heard from above a tiny whisper. “Could you just… hold me? Just for a minute?”

The request was bizarre but the anguished expression consuming his features sent your mind into overdrive. It was as if he would split into pieces if you weren't there to hold him together. He resembled a child crying out for their mother, desperate to be reassured that everything would be okay, he was safe, he was fine.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” You pulled Koko in, enveloping him in your arms, one hand cradling the back of his head and the other rubbing soothing circles into his back. You were quiet for a moment before you spoke, soft and gentle, “You know, it doesn’t have to be for just a minute. I’m here for as long as you need me.”

Koko is unable to understand how someone as compassionate as you can exist. Despite the constant banter you two have shared over the past year, you always treated him so well. He admires the way you’re ready to hand out your infinite kindness without expecting anything in return. He’s forgotten that there are people in this world who could care less about money or what he can offer to them.

There are people in this world who are the walking definition of a guardian angel. People who are there to listen and guide others when they've lost themselves, Koko stumbled upon that epiphany as soon as he became vulnerable with you. No expectations, no need to return the favor, it did not feel transactional to him like his other dealings.

“I’m not a good person. I don’t deserve comfort,” Koko mumbled into your shoulder. He was speaking more to himself than to you, finding a way to cope with the influx of manic chaos rushing through his veins. Your embrace was more than enough to calm his nerves though he cursed himself internally for allowing himself to be so weak in front of you.

The pure vulnerability of being able to indulge in another person’s care was something Koko thought he would never experience. Life served him the worst hand of cards, the only way to survive was to outsmart the system by creating his own.

“Regardless of whether you’re a good person or not, people don’t become better by treating themselves badly. And you don’t have to earn my kindness or ration it like it’ll run out. You already have it, as much as you’ll let me give you.”

You both stood like that for much longer than a minute.

"To be honest, I tolerate you better than most. You can be nice to have around, sometimes." He admitted, thinking you deserved some shred of his kindness in exchange for the temporary sanctuary you provided.

"I think that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me, Koko. I should record that, say it again!" You rolled your eyes playfully, holding up your cellphone as if you actually wanted to follow through with your plans.

Koko rolled his eyes at the suggestion, choosing to stick his tongue out as a response. "Don't push your luck, Y/N. This won't happen again."

"Hajime... It's time for you to live your life the way you want to."

“I will," Koko affirmed. "Don't have to tell me twice."

Meanwhile, Inui sighed from the sidelines, making note of the way you avoided his gaze as if it would change how easy it was for him to read you. He noticed the sheepish smile on your face and the subtle rosy tint on your cheeks but decided to spare you the embarrassment of explaining as soon as you approached. "How did it go?"

You cleared your throat, a tiny grimacing smile soon replacing the bashful expression. "Better than expected. You should reach out to him before 2nd Gen Toman faces Kanto Manji, I would hate see either of you get hurt."

Inui shook his head, returning a pained smile "You've done enough, Y/N. Koko needs to figure out the rest on his own. Want me to walk you home?"

"Thanks, Seishu." You answered but continued to politely decline his offer. "But I have to catch up with someone in a bit. I'll see you around okay?"

"Right, get home safe then. Message as soon as you make it back."

Soon enough, the sight of a familiar tombstone comes into view, a pair of fresh incense sticks and a pack of his favorite cigarettes adorning the gravesite. Waka and Benkei must’ve paid a visit right before you arrived. "Hiya, Shin. Guess what? I think I found someone to fall in love with. He's rough around the edges in some ways but I can sense that he has a warm heart. Sure, he gets on my nerves and can be too cocky for his own good, but he has some redeeming qualities.”

A tiny grin dances across your lips as you fiddle with the hem of your sleeves. “You know, it may be too soon to call it love but we’re starting off as friends… that’s a nice start, right?”

It’s quiet, so painstakingly quiet that you swore you could hear Shinichiro’s voice being carried through the wind. The graveyard was desolate considering the late hour. Call it wishful thinking, a side effect of long term grief or pure and utter delusion but the words strike like a resonating chord in your heart.

'I’m proud of you, Y/N.'

The graveyard feels a little less lonely tonight.

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brennenscolby · 2 years ago

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The best thing cash can buy.

• Warnings + content: MINORS do NOT interact! yandere tendencies, mentions of guns, weapons, violence, fellatio (blow-jobs), dirty talk, edging, cunnilingus, breathplay, voyeurism, fingering, creampie, groping, breast play, hickies & bruises, breast fetishism, Dom! Koko, Switch Koko¡ pussydrunk! Koko, choking, overstimulation, body worship, begging, anal play, spanking, aphrodisiacs, missionary sex, backshots:*, role play, obsession, infatuation, praise, Sub! Reader

• Suggested tracks: Oui - Jeremih + Wake Up in the Sky - Gucci Mane, Bruno Mars, Kodak Black + Pour It Up- Rihanna

• Summary: in which you capture the attention of certain executive treasurer….

• Pairings: Bonten! Kokonoi Hajime x Stripper! Female reader

• Genre: dub-con, CNC, sugar baby themes, BDSM, dark fic, self insert

A/n: For now, this is just a ONE SHOT. please let me know if you guys are interested in a longer series!

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Wc: 1.5k

The night he came around, the gentleman’s club was packed with numerous clients, of which on average consisted of grown men, years of age accelerated into your future. A handful appropriated ulterior motives such as serving infidelity to their wives and offspring, whom of which foolishly waited for them at home, while others occupied the club to fill the void in their hearts fabricated by failed relationships they could never re-establish ever again. But he wasn’t one of them. No, his youthfulness radiated a concoction of mischief and elegance at best, morphing into the epitome of immortality.

“You’re my favorite.”

The sleek skin behind your neck still prickled with elevated hairs even after the incident. It’d been days ago, when his minty breath fanned your heated ear cooly, and his honeyed voice blessed your ears with its attractive, low vibration the second your smooth knees squished into the pristine leather chair beneath his manspreaded thighs. A lap dance is what he paid for, and unlike the majority of occupants in the building, you willingly gave him a moment to commemorate with the likes of high libido at best.

A shiver clambered down your spine in the space you occupied, hands coursing with adrenaline as you gulped and blinked profusely to drown out the memory underneath the darkened spots behind your eyelids.

You shouldn’t be doing that, not right now anyway. You had plenty of time to reminisce and sulk in the bittersweet memory when you got home with sore feet and a bag full of generous tips. While this specific individual hypnotized you with the grace of his gentility, you were sure he wouldn’t be returning anytime soon. Especially not to a Gentleman’s club laced with greedy tensions in the epicenter of Tokyo’s most dangerous gang.

An inkling of terror filled a space at the back of your turbulent mind after you first obtained this information upon accepting the job with desperation in light of your debts and bills over a year ago. You turned a blind eye to the impending doom manifesting in every corner of the wretched building as it was the only location where you found serenity, certainly from the strict rules that protected strippers and additionally contributed to a large sum of income. According to the circulating rumors you couldn’t help but overhear through the passage of murmurs and giggles, the apparent owner of the club was actually a Toman member himself. However, the high-ranking member’s name was unknown, as was their appearance.

Your bottom settled on the cushioned stool, the flattened red and worn fabric weaving out a distinct matted dip, of which provided a small discomfort to the cheek of your butt. A flicker of displeasure sprouted across your face, before disappearing the second your nimble fingers snapped the pearl-shaded switch located beside the widened work surface you called a desk. Pretty bulbs of light framing your rectangular mirror illuminated your set up, encouraging you to pull out the withered little pouch you called a makeup purse.

Upon pulling out other necessities, you stilled for a second, excitement spreading across your face as you leaned into the mirror, hues of yellowed light bouncing across your cheeks and face. Brush after brush smeared across the apples of your cheeks, to the fluttery spaces below your brows, followed by your plump, crimson colored lips. Every second of the way, he ghosted your thoughts, haunting every single one from beginning to end with his endearing presence that beckoned you over with an alarming yet thrilling temptation of the unknown.

The pad of your tongue collected spit, parching your dried lips as you contemplated what to do next in order to wash away the person living in your head. Standing upright, you easily slipped into your night apparel, of which was fabricated from black lace material that operated to highlight the hidden gems and feathers appended for the aesthetic embrace of burlesque style. A relaxed sigh heaved from your lungs before you inhaled the timber-tinted scents the room concocted from years of regular wooden desk utilization.

The base of your hands bled pastel from lack of circulation as they brushed the decorated cups of your revealing bosom, adjusting them to the perfect angle for the saturating pads of your fingers to sprinkle on shimmer and bronze. As you did so, your brow twitched in anticipation, the tender blubber of your chest reminding you of the moment he fondly gazed down at your inviting and divine breasts, drool stimulating the nerves of his tongue and almost coercing him to salivate before meeting your eyes intently.

“Beautiful.”

What did you get yourself into?

You remained upright in the empty room, heat igniting your face as you fanned away the invading and persistent notions with your pigment covered appendages. It was only one night you saw him, and you couldn’t help but think, could he be here today again? Most importantly for you?

You shook your head furiously out of distaste but your heart voluntarily skipped a beat with little resistance, almost as if to say yes. With feigned denial, you focused on securing the laces of your thick heels. The rusted door handle across the room jiggled alarmingly, and you rested assured, knowing the entrance of an employee was anticipated. Your feet plowed onto the floor below, falling in sync with the announcement you consciously knew would reach your ears.

“Hey, you’re on.”

You nodded obediently at your manager, passing her with easy and additional sway in your delectable hips as you waltzed to the navy curtain framing the sizeable platform adjacent to your dressing room. You completed your final round of routine by counting your blessings as you predicted the seconds you’d be greeted with expectancy.

Music vibrated across the polished ground, smoothly sliding beneath your heeled feet and up to your chest, violently making your blood thump as the passage of your name made its way across your ear canals. Like you rehearsed numerous times before, a cute smile framed your face. The drapes rolled apart, presenting your jewel encrusted, radiant frame. You batted your thickly coated eyelashes at the audience, recognizing a few suited bodies from previous encounters.

The palms of your hands arched upwards as the lower placement of your lush body expertly rolled in a teasing manner, exhibiting the shimmering skin of your legs in addition to the miniscule fabric framing your backside. In a concealed manner your darkened eyes scanned across the exposed, neon shaded room, before drooping from the lack of a certain someone.

The tune of the song bursting with conviction enraptured your attention, and your concentration drew back to the seductive, yet elegant routine. Engrossing your sensual movements to the pounding bass echoing from overhead speakers, you smiled beautifully at every hand that threw green bills at your designated metallic pole. And even when they desperately clawed to grab any part of your essence, you smirked before playfully retreating. This was your life and you’d surely milk every second of it for success and payment.

Your hips visibly smoothed and straightened with each swivel, spawning cries of exasperation from the audience you entertained. The back of your sleek, polished thigh hooked around the crown of your silver pole, and you twirled majestically, harmonizing hues of light reflecting translucent umbrellas over your frame. The crowd flocked with applause, and whistles while most importantly, tossing coins and dollar bills onto your glowing platform, igniting the flame in your irises the further you recieved cash in abundance.

Perspiration stuck to the secluded flesh behind your legs and between your fingers, executing traces of condensation onto your luminescent pole: all resulting from your scorched and wet skin. Exhaustion tinted your optimistic thoughts as you further pressed to maintain positions of dignity and most importantly, energy. The set had been going for half an hour, and you were almost done, luckily you’d get to take a long break for the awaited finale routine of the night. Though, with all the leisure time you’d have until the final routine, you wished for another way to pass the time.

While you proved to be popular at shuffling seductively across a metallic pole, you weren’t exactly praised enough to gain the interest of clients in private room sessions. And those were the most favorable at prompting convincing stacks that served as evidence to the existence of money trees.

However, your attempts of yearning for more secluded festivities had quickly been put off after the first few purchasers you bitterly entertained. On top of filthy men watching you dance, they always violated the rules, such that required no touching. While they had their lap dances completely terminated, you’d always lose money due to their childish whines of refunds for incompletion. The contract conducted between them and your manager only made it worse as refunds were a written agreement that failed to be discussed with you prior.

And while you despairingly sulked and grabbed a saddened drink at the bar after most of your routines, one day, your dreams of longing for more finally came true. And this was made possible by a certain gentleman with pretty eyes and an intimidating presence.

You waved half-heartedly at the captivated audience as handfuls of clients began to disperse and look towards other assembled platforms across the hall, preparations intact for the presentation of additional strippers. The security guards shielding your area of performance guided remaining clients towards miniatures side shows, of which occupied locations even a few floors above your own. However, they weren’t able to lead a certain body astray.

Your knees cracked discomfortly when you kneeled with outstretched palms to scramble and scoop up the half hanging, crumpled dollar bills on your LED platform, which faced execution if they spilled on the matted ground below. You sighed deeply once a few gave into murderous temptation. Despair and anguish ate at the little determination you had in your aching bones to move, before you abruptly stood on your sore ankles to grab at whatever you could muster in the darkening space.

The intensity of your cash excursion consumed the the last few remnants of your focus and you failed to notice the approaching shadow expanding over your form. The sound of steps made your ears twitch and you curiously gazed ahead, only to find yourself approximately nose to nose with exquisite and perfectly shined shoes that donned a familiar shade of black you could only reminisce on from your prior memories.

“Don’t pick that up.” Your brain could barely register what was said the second you felt the cash being snatched from your greedy palms, and thrown into the rusted, blue bucket you called your ‘happy holder’. Your look of shock intensified the longer you glared at the newly arrived guards in front of you, but it was quickly altered the second you realized who echoed the command with a demanding snap. The back of your spine felt rigid and adhered right down to the rugged ground your knees pressed tightly against.

Before even accepting the pleasant chance to gaze upon his attractive face, you picked your wobbling legs up, and fixed your posture to look even the slightest bit presentable. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of your shimmering, flushed cheek, marking its territory on a hollow dip between your shoulder and collarbone. You blinked once, or twice or even three times before conjuring up what to say whilst avoiding his enchanting gaze. “Y-you came.” You announced, the pounding of your heartbeat presenting minuscule tremors down your arms with tingly sensations grazing your legs.

He stood in all his glory, the plush of his lips still holding that charming, dark smile he cockily wielded in your presence. A familiar streak of eyeliner in the shade of vermillion framed the feline shape of his narrowed eyes, enchanting them to appear striking and menacing, yet alluring to your gaze. The second his dark eyes met yours, he chuckled in amusement, making your heart skip a beat.

“Ain’t it obvious? Of course I did. Couldn’t forget about my favorite girl.”

A mischievous glint dusted over the twinkle in his dark eyes. His pink, wet muscle of a tongue skippered out of his mouth, and only added to the chaos it would ensue.

#kokonoi x reader #koko x reader #yandere kokonoi #kokonoi smut #kokonoi hajime #koko x y/n #kokonoi hajime x reader #Kokonoi x reader smut #Kokonoi hajime x reader smut #hajime kokonoi #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut #bonten #tokyo manji gang #bonten timeline #bonten kokonoi #yandere community #community label: mature

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eatifa · 2 years ago

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do you remember? part 1

a/n - hello! this is inspired by a tiktok edit. i mainly posted this to remind myself that i can write. i was planning to do more characters but it was becoming long.

part 2 - draken, baji, kazutora

part 3 - izana, ran and sanzu - this part is dark so please read the trigger warnings

concept - seeing her again, a person that they used to know.

starring - mikey, koko, chifuyu

mikey doesn't like getting attached.

mikey already been scarred by losing his older brother at such a young age. emotions and feelings were a risk, another thing that could pull at his heartstrings if things went wrong.

it would be foolish to dive into a red light zone with a clear do not enter sign but he could never forget about you. the girl that caught his attention from his high school days.

she was just a nobody, another student in his class but he could never forget about her timid and shy smile. the popular girls would throw himself at him but he couldn't remember none of their name expect for the girl that he felt drawn to.

the time flew by and mikey still lived by that golden rule by just doing one night stand with girls that he would forget about the next day. he would leave without a goodbye since it wasn't needed. their phone calls would be block since clingy girls kept ignoring his hints.

but seeing her again behind the counter belonging to a coffee shop is something that he couldn't ignore. for the first time, mikey wanted to take another risk with someone but he was afraid that it would end into another tragedy.

the spark of moving on burned the thread of doubt as he made a order with the girl that he met many years ago.

koko - saying something that couldn't be taken back.

koko couldn't remember the ignitor that destroyed everything with his fiancee. it must been a petty thing but enough for the anger to cloud his better judgement.

"you're only with me for my money."

a simple sentence. it was a mistake. she didn't see it that way. her slap caused koko's cheek to sting was a sensation that hurts him. but the tears that sprung to her eyes and removing the gold engagement ring from her finger and throwing it in his direction was the thing that kept haunting him.

but nothing could be done. his fiancee was not the forgiving type. a girl that inui introduced him during high school. a girl that he dated before he became successful.

the only woman that held his hand and accepted him despite not being able to offer her anything. she could never been with him for the money because he never had any when the relationship started.

she did not care. she just accepted him for who he was and she still didn't change despite his life beginning to change. the demands for materialistic things never arrived. a person that didn't switch on koko when his fortunates changed for the better.

a woman that could never be a gold digger. her true colours never came out because she didn't have any. getting the feelings of his fiancee to return is something that money could never buy.

the thing that he wanted the most but money couldn't fix it. koko tried moving on but the other girls were too shallow or would bash the lashes when they wanted him to get something for them.

their personalities switching when koko would say no or their complaints irked him. the man rather be alone and he chose that option but the loneliness would get to him.

koko may be rich but he was still just a person.

a man that kept yearning for a girlfriend that stayed with the rags version of him.

absence made the heart fonder and the failed attempts along with the years passing by made him realised he did the biggest mistake of his life.

it's been years. she is probably married and had started her own family.

a thought that brought koko pain where he should forget about the past but he couldn't.

not being able to let go caused him to recognise her straight away. an assistant decorating a mannequin of the designer clothing store that he just entered.

seeing her must be an illusion. she turned around when the manager called out her name and seeing the similar and comforting face caused the memories rushing back.

the first date. the first kiss. the yes. slipping on the engagement ring.

koko wanted to reach out again and locking his eyes with his ex fiancee could be the start of something new.

"sir, do you need my assistance?"

her formal question was directed at him.

koko was just a mere customer in her eyes.

chifuyu - he couldn't control his insecurities.

chifuyu didn't know about the concept of casual. when the feelings start developing, his heart would always be attached to the flowers that he would give to the love of his life.

chifuyu couldn't confess. the aspect of uncertainty made him crawl back into the shell that hid the low self-esteem. being friends was better than creating a dent into the relationship with someone that would always be out of his reach.

his crush began noticing the slight differences, the stuttered answers, avoiding eye contact and the pause that would always happen before asking a personal question.

but she simply did not care.

she proved him wrong.

moving into together with the girl that captured his heart was no longer a dream but became the reality that he secretly wished for. he would wake up to see her soft sleeping form next to him along with planting a kiss on the top of her head.

the sweet fragrance of her hair became his favourite scent, another small cherished detail ingrained inside his heart. the perfect way to start the morning with the person that made his heart skip a beat.

the sunrise illuminating love couldn't be replace by the pitch black of the night. the strong foundation of trust couldn't be destroy by anything.

it will never happen.

the whispers of that she was falling in love with another student attending her university pinged into his direct messages. chifuyu just saw it as spam that he would just delete without opening it.

"get lost."

chifuyu tried stopping his girlfriend from storming out of the apartment but her death glare and the hostile tone froze him to the spot.

her cries startled chifuyu too much that he couldn't help but reach out for his phone since she left thirty minutes ago. a petty fight that spiralled out of control but he accidentally hit a nerve.

a simple apology would fix everything but seeing her phone next to his made him panicked. the time on the screen read out 11:30PM and the anxiety started forming.

a young woman is out at night without a phone to call for help. imaging the worst case scenarios made chifuyu dart for his grey coat along with shoving the phones into the pockets.

it was the worst time to get another message about the fake love interest that kept being spread around. chifuyu would ignore it but seeing the photo of his apparent love rival made him forget about the emergency.

he was too good looking. the fight made chifuyu think that it would be the end. unlocking her phone to check if she was messaging him was a moment of weakness.

"Chifuyu?" the blond spun around to see his love without a scratch on her. there was nothing to worry abo-

"What are you doing?" Chifuyu had forgotten about his treacherous act but seeing the betray glint in her eyes made him realised.

the damage was done.

the end of the most loving relationship that he ever had. chifuyu tried replacing the void but no one could replace her. chifuyu couldn't control his insecurities and he ended up hurting his true love. the innocent soul that did nothing wrong and chifuyu just couldn't forget about her but some people didn't deserve chances.

chifuyu knew he was one of them so he didn't begged her to stay and she didn't.

but the feelings couldn't be snuffed out no matter how hard he would try to stamp them out.

she was his first love but she was never coming back.

chifuyu tried to move on and he waiting to meet another girl for their date. a trip to the amusement park but seeing another figure walked pass him as he waited outside the train station.

his only one true love.

the feelings urged him to reach out and grab her arm. time heals everything and it's been years but chifuyu couldn't do it.

the guilt reminded him that it wasn't a good idea. chifuyu ran inside the train station.

he never like dealing with confrontation.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev x readers #chifuyu #koko x reader #mikey x reader #chifuyu x reader #koko x y/n #tokyo revenger x reader #tokyo revengers writing #only going to get 10 notes lmao but writing it made me so happy.

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gaybitchfx · 2 years ago

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Heheheheh KOKONOI >:)

So in this koko is an actor and reader was watching koko on a talk show with an interviewer and the interviewer was like “so how are you Chanda your gf ?” And koko kinda clears his throat like..”uh ? Girlfriend ? Um actually my boyfriend is doing just fine and he’s watching us rn” and he just waves to the camera like hey~👋🏾

And the interviewer is just “oh I’m sorry my mistake ! Hello !” And waves to the camera as well :)

-🍓 Character(s): Koko

-🍓 Type of reader: M!Reader

-🍓 Category: SFW

-🍓 Warning(s): None

-🍓 Note: Ah yes Chanda 💀

-🍓 Edited: ❌

You never scrambled so fast to the living room just to watch a show your boyfriend was on.

You sat with your legs criss crossed with a pillow in hand as you watched the tv almost like how a child would wait for their favorite cartoon to come on. Nothing really intrigued you about the talk show. Just random questions about Koko’s career and what he thinks about it and all that boring stuff.

“So Mr. Kokonoi, how are you and your girlfriend doing if you don’t mind me asking?” The interviewer asked with a smile on her face. Koko furrowed his brows confused before clearing his throat.

“Girlfriend? My boyfriend is doing just fine, he’s actually watching us right now. Hello sweetheart!” Koko said with a smile as he waved at the camera. “Oh, I’m sorry! Hello!” The interviewer waved back with a smile as well before she continued talking.

You had your face buried into the pillow as you screamed into it, your ears a light red shade.

-🍓tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @secretivemessenger @lostsomewhereinthegarden

#kokonoi hajime #koko tokyo revengers #Koko x male reader #koko x y/n #koko x you #koko x reader #fiction #anime #fluff #male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader

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buccini555 · 2 years ago

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𝒦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 | 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

ㅤ𝒴𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑦!

⠀⠀⠀⠀٬٬ 𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡! . . . ›

It was already late at night and Kokoknoi was on his way to some meeting, until he meets some people important to him on the way, at first, Kokonoi always seems like someone scary or cold, and he thought that he would end up giving that impression, but they they end up getting closer and in fact, Kokonoi is almost like a kitten, despite being mysterious, it is true love.

— Me!? As a kitty?!

He is embarrassed to hear this, but he really likes the idea of being treated this way and being seen as adorable.

Kokonoi doesn't really know how to react well to compliments, he is rarely praised, but despite not showing it, he actually enjoys receiving compliments.

Like cats, he tends to be reserved most of the time, but he is extremely affectionate (when he wants to be).

#kokonoi headcanons #kokonoi hajime #koko hajime #kokonoi fluff #koko x reader #koko x you #koko x y/n #tokyo revengers #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo revengers kokonoi #tokyo revengers x reader

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luxthestrange · 4 months ago

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TOKREV Incorrect quotes#55 Teat time with Hanagaki's

Takemichi is being followed by those who are under his command at home, First, they didn't know Takemichi HAD siblings... second...how did you manage to get all three of them around the table with a tiny teacup filled with tea?...

Taiju*Holding a thing called "Banana bread" and sniffing it curiously*So...It's bread made from Bananas the yellow fruit from your world...

Y/n*Smiles and nods*It is

Taiju: YOU made this bread

Y/n: I did!

Taiju: You can put stuff on it?

Y/n: I meaaan i wouldn't recommend making a sandwich with it but knock yourself out!~

Inui*Is happily chewing at a bread but he is confused by the taste*...This one doesn't taste like bananas...

Y/n*Gleams seeing him eating it* That one has Oreos on it

Inui*Stares at the bread and spots the white and black things, imaginary dog ears and tail pop up wagging*...I like Oreos...

Y/n:Me too!

Kokonoi*Looking at his own bread that is different from Taiju's and Inui*...What's in this one?

Y/n: Chocolate chips!

Kokonoi*On brooding stare at you*...why?

Y/n*Shrugs, looking back at him with a derpy grin*Why not?

Kokonoi*Stares longer at you*Your invited to my birthday party...

Y/n*Gleams knowingly but spots your brother*??

Takemichi*Putting slices of meat and cheese...and making a sandwich with the bananabread*Y/n when you say you wouldn't recommend making a sandwich out of it, this is a suggestion, correct?

Y/n: It's not illegal...

Takemichi*Putting Chips into it and closing it,drooling*Good...Imma need more of this, okay?

It's a rite of passage for any toman member to come to the hanagaki household and get to drink tea or coffee in heart-shape tea cups with the crybaby brother and the derpy smile younger sibling-

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narcjsistx · 6 months ago

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HIII! I have a request, if it's okey ofc and if you haven't already done it! Can you give us headcanons of Kokonoi as a big brother? Thank you so much in advance! I love your posts btw!

HI! thanks for the request, hope you have a good day 💙 and thx for the support!

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— Kokonoi Hajime as a big brother HCS ᡣ𐭩

Personally, I think growing up with a younger sister would probably raise him better than he already is. Perhaps he would even clash with Inui, who we saw fight with Yuzuha without any problems

We all know that because he is a genius at making money, he is 99% good at school and gets excellent if not the highest grades. I see him as very capable with mathematics and physics, he would help you with your homework without any problems

I don't know why but I can see him getting very panicked when, using a stupid example, you have to go home alone in the evening. I can see him shouting into the phone "WHY DID YOU LEAVE KNOWING YOU DIDN'T HAVE A RETURN PASSAGE?!" and in the meantime send you a limousine

Your "brother - sister" moments are when you go out shopping. Spend hours and hours in shops in Shibuya while you try on a new dress or he tries on a new jacket. Obviously, you have the duty to criticize the other without having problems: the more harsh and harsh you are with the other, the more you spend hours in shops looking for the perfect item. Obviously, using the 'sweet and cute big brother' excuse will make him pay for everything, but rather than complaining for a few seconds he agrees

Going a little more seriously, you were by his side at all times after Akane's disappearance, even though in fact being younger (let's remember, he was 12 at the time) you didn't fully understand the situation. You knew about his crush on a certain blonde girl, but when he revealed that she was in a coma and about to die it completely floored you

Your favorite word is 'gossip'. After family dinners you spend HOURS in one of the two's rooms criticizing what your relatives have said, giving such sincere opinions that you yourself are surprised by your sincerity. During these dinners, the watchword is 'shut up and comment in the bathroom if it's really urgent' when someone has said something that makes you have to comment now or you risk exploding

He is someone who would defend you even for the stupidest thing, his sister should not be questioned about any situation. If you said something, he knows 100% that you are right

As a child, he was the kind of brother who said you were adopted and that your real parents were actually dead or didn't want you. Seeing you cry was funny to him, except when you ran to your mother screaming whether it was true or not. In that case he instantly regretted having even spoken

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sirachano0dles · 9 months ago

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Bonten! Koko Headcanons

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◼️I headcanon that Koko isnt really into violence like the rest of bonten is and tries to avoid it as much as he can in such an org.

◼️Koko has nervous twitches and tends to pick at his own fingers or chew on his lip

◼️Sometimes he gets lost in his own head and will start picking his nails until they bleed or bite his lip open-putting a soft hand on his and giving a soft smile is enough to snap him out of it.

◼️Will make you sign a prenup which has you a bit confused but little do you know it says in his half that theres a trust set aside for you if you ever were to seperate to make sure that no matter what you'll still be taken care of.

◼️Speaking of money...Koko is stingy on everything except for you.

◼️Mans will justify not eating lunch to 'save money' (not like he needs to) but the second he gets home will go online and order your shopping cart with same day delivery and take you out for dinner at an upscale restaurant

◼️No matter where you're headed he always has a hand around your waist or on the small of your back

◼️Absolute hype man. Will never feel self conscious about him.

◼️Will never NEVER take his promise/engagement/wedding band off and expects the same out of you

◼️Not particularly found of children but if you want one or two he will happily raise them as best as possible with you while trying to seperate himself and his family from bonten as best as possible

◼️Loves when you do his hair.

◼️I saw another hc that kokos hair has naturally turned gray due to stress and I 10000% agree. My own personal hc is that sometimes when his shaved bits brow out and he cant be bothered to shave it down yet he braids it into small cornrows till he has the time

◼️With that being said,,, He would love your help with either dying his hair back to black on occasion as well as shaving and braiding his hair when needed. Yes he's loaded and could go to a pro stylist but 1-he's stingy 2-he claims he doesn't have the time 3-he prefers spending time with you

◼️Very gentle towards you. Soft touches and kisses and trying to protect you from any harm either from his work or anything in your life.

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wanted to add also-koko is the passenger princess and prefers when you drive as well as wants to control the music.

Sorry this took so long guys but I really hope u like it

lmk if u want a part 2 or anything else

Im planning on doing a fullfic soon but in the meantime please send a message or an ask with any request!! Im currently wriiting for any tokyo rev (sfw)

Thank you all again xoxo

valero <3

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frozenmoonshine · 2 years ago

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Headcanon - Kokonoi Hajime as your boyfriend

I've kept these HCs in my notes for months, never daring to share them, but it seems their time to shine has finally come, so... enjoy! ^^

Fluff; No reader pronouns/gender mentioned

☆ ‌Lord help you both when you start developing feelings for each other! He'll first be so skeptical that you only want him for his money, like almost every other person in his life ever, but he'll also try to "buy" your affection if you're not showing that you're into him as much as he is into you. (Yes, he contradicts himself, leave him be!)

☆ You contstantly feel like you'll never know when he might leave you for/cheat on you with Inupi, cause you're so damn sick and tired of hearing about him 24/7! You haven't even met the guy yet, and you already hate him out of jealosy! (and it only gets worse once you see how doting he actually is over Koko!)

☆ ‌But Hajime is loyal. If he's dating you, it's because he genuinely has feelings for you. He might subconsciously compare you to Akane sometimes, but never openly, he'd never tell you to be more like her, or anything else like that, he's respectful. He just can't help but wonder occasionally what his life would have been like if Akane lived, and the two of them were dating. He gets over that thought as soon as your relationship becomes stable and he can fully trust you.

☆ ‌Another positive thing about Hajime is that he's deeply, fervently passionate when he loves someone; actually, all of his emotions come out like gigantic tidal waves and flood everything in front of them, even if he hides them behind that sarcastic grin. He'll smother you with affection and professions of love, only if you let him! He might come off as overly dramatic sometimes, but he means every single thing he says, does, and shows.

☆ ‌Kisses you whenever he gets a chance, and when he doesn't get the chance, he steals those kisses! He's very touchy-feely, and not afraid to hold your hand or hug you in public. Especially if he catches other people giving you the eye, he'll make sure to show them you're his. He's not exactly jealous (a lie, he's just too proud to show it), but "territorial and protective" - what's his is his alone!

☆ ‌If you have any problem whatsoever, he'll literally go to hell and back, and bend over backwards, and move mountains and dry out lakes, and do whatever he can, even the impossible, to solve it for you or help you, and he doesn't care what happens to him in the process!

☆ ‌His favorite food is your homemade food, like, literally whatever you cook, as long as you cooked it for him! He's such a sappy softie, but would rather die than openly show how mushy, and fuzzy, and warm it makes him feel on the inside (he hides those feelings with his trademark bleps), whenever you do something specificially for him! Especially cook! So, make sure to prepare at least 3x as much food as you normally would, cause this lanky financial genius can eat!

☆ ‌He's also super romantic, so expect sunset/sunrise watching dates, Ferris Wheel rides (and kisses at the top, ofc), flowers, cuddles (lots and lots of cuddles), post-it sticky notes with cute messages everywhere around the house/apartment... but only once he's comfortable enough in your relationship. It can also take a lot of time for him to relax and be himself fully, so be patient with him, he's been through a lot, ok?

☆ ‌He can get random bouts of melancholy and self-doubt, and he will bury himself in work to forget about it, so make sure to check up on him, reassure him how much you love him and how much he means to you, and remind him that he's worthy as a person, not money making machine, so that he doesn't spiral into burnout and insecurities.

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sleepysnk · 2 years ago

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now i want nsfw hcs for koko 😈✨

a/n: you asked and now you shall receive! thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy these!! <3

characters: kokonoi hajime

warnings: nsfw, smut, oral sex f!receiving, fingering, consensual recording, slight breeding kink, some light bdsm, edging, dacryphilia, use of pet names (baby, princess), some degradation, praising, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mentions of after care.

NSFW HEADCANONS.

kokonoi hajime:

- i’m here to say it right now, this man is a freak and i’m not lying about that.

- koko is very much a mixed platter when it comes to sex. on one hand, he can be soft and very vanilla, while on the other hand he can be quite an experimentalist. he loves to try new things with you to give you the best pleasure you’ll ever receive. it’s always going to be your needs over his at the end of the day, so expect the best treatment in bed. he will show you the fucking world while he’s buried inside you.

- koko is very much into bondage. it’s nothing too intense, but he likes to use his tie or his belt to restrain you during sex. he’ll often do it whenever he wants to test your limits, and he’ll take his time with you. he’ll kiss down your neck, then towards your chest, then all the way down to your navel where he’d reach your pussy that’s been aching for him. he loves giving you those seductive eyes while he goes down on you, because he loves to see how you react to his gestures. he gets so hard whenever you look needy and desperate for his touch. it gets him off so so much.

- “like that, baby? aw, you’re so fucking cute.”

- he eats pussy like it’s his last meal. he sticks out his tongue so much in the show that there’s no way he’s not skilled with that tongue. he would make you see stars from the way his tongue dives deep into your cunt, licking and swiping over your sensitive bead with such burning desire that it almost makes him cum from how turned on it gets him.

- koko always fingers you whenever he eats you out. he knows exactly where to curl and twist to make you twitch underneath him. he also loves to see the mess on his digits whenever he’s done with you. sometimes he’ll lick it off and praise you for how wonderful you taste.

- the first thing i thought of when i got this request was recording.

- koko loves to film whenever you two fuck. he’d obviously ask for permission prior to doing it. however, he just loves watching those videos whenever he’s at work or by himself. koko has definitely jerked off in his office to you crying and moaning his name on camera. he has so many too, and not just videos but photos as well. your pretty body for his eyes only is such a turn on for him. his favorites are whenever he cums inside you and records it flowing out of your pretty cunt. he goes wild.

- speaking of cumming inside you, i think koko has a small breeding kink. it wouldn’t be as big as someone as draken or hanma would, but he definitely has one. he loves to fill you up and the idea of you being pregnant with his child does turn him on.

- koko has a way with words. he is very vocal during sex and loves to dirty talk you, especially when he’s really horny. he also loves sending dirty texts whenever the two of you are out. sometimes your cheeks burn at how filthy the messages are. he doesn’t hold back.

- “fucck, you like that? you like being my little slut? oh, i’m sure you do, princess. ‘gonna fuck you so good..”

- koko can bring you to an orgasm fairly quickly. he loves to wind you up all the time, but his favorite thing is to edge you. he loves watching you whine and thrash underneath him whenever he denies your orgasm. he’s another guy that really likes to bring you to tears whenever he’s being mean. your glossy eyes turn him on so much and he can’t help but fuck you roughly whenever you’re in that state. he only wants to see you crumble.

- he likes putting you in all kinds of positions. he’s a real big fan of that.

- koko is always striving to be the best for you in bed, so he’s definitely into giving you many orgasms. he doesn’t stop until you’re an overstimulated mess, but he also gets even more turned on at your whining and whimpering from his cock bullying your walls.

- he likes the mess, believe it or not. he loves seeing the way your cunt sucks his dick in and all your slick covering the base. the sounds of your cunt squelching from the many orgasms turns him on too. he just loves watching what he does to you and getting you soaking wet makes him go crazy.

- he’s definitely into doing after care with you. he’d leave little kisses on your body and even take a bath with you after you’ve both finished up. it’s super cute <3.

- total freak, idc.

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fushiguroslvtz · 2 years ago

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Bonten thirsts

Characters: Koko, Rindou, Sanzu, Ran

I strongly believe that Koko is a switch. He loves spoiling you in every way possible, but also will melt if you call him a nasty slut and choke him.

“Baby, I’m home” he yelled after walking into your shared home. He made is way through the large house, until he found himself at the bedroom door. He enters the quiet room to see you sitting perched on the bed, wearing his favorite lingerie. “Did you think it was okay to send me those pictures while I was at work?” you questioned. Koko has flashbacks to the rather suggestive photos he had sent you earlier in the day when he was feeling needy. “You’re such a slut, Hajime, anyone could have seen those lewd pictures, but then again, you’d probably like that.” you said in a taunt. He stuttered out a gibberish response, trying not to pay to much attention to the throb of his cock at your mean words. You noticed this and grabbed at his belt loops to pull him in. The tent in his slacks was painfully noticeable, but he didn’t want to admit that he was so turned on by your taunting and teasing. You pushed him down onto the bed a straddled his lap. “Wasn’t very nice of you to leave me home alone, all hot and bothered, now was it Haji?” you questioned while slowly rocking your hips against his painfully hard cock. He let out a moan and before he could get a full answer out, you reached for his throat and began to squeeze. Small diamond-like tears formed in his eyes as he pleaded for relief, but you simply denied. “Nasty sluts don’t get rewarded.” That’s all you had to say to make him cum in his pants.

Rindou likes to talk a lot of shit, but the way his hips stutter when he enters your cunt always say how he really feels.

“Hey love, how was your day?” you call out to your boyfriend as he enters your home. He mumbles out a response and storms off to his office. You followed behind him but upon entering, he scoffs and glares at you, “Clearly I’m in a bad mood, so kindly, fuck off.” he barked out. You backed out of the room giving him his desired space, you decided to hop in the shower to distract your mind from his dicky behavior. As the warm water flooded your back and the steam clouded your senses, you began to feel needy. The sound of the door opening brought you out of you thoughts and soon after, you felt the arms of your boyfriend lace over your shoulders. “I’m sorry for be’in an ass earlier, work was really shitty today. I love you, I’m sorry.” he sounded sincere. “I’ll forgive you this once.” you said in a playful tone, knowing that you would forgive him regardless. His hands roamed further down until his hands met with your breasts. “Need you.” he said breathlessly as he began to kiss and nip at your neck. He pushed you onto the tile wall and gave you a questioning look, seeing if it was okay to proceed you replied back with an affirmation, and he rammed his stiff cock into your plushy walls. “Fuck pretty girl, s’tight ~ngh” he moaned out as he rolled his hips. He kissed your neck and gave a slight tug to your hair which caused a moan to bubble from your chest. He continued to pound into you at a ruthless pace until he felt his cock begin to twitch. “Fuck baby, I won’t last much longer.” he stuttered out. He brought his hand to your clit and began to circle it perfectly. “m’gonna cum, Rin.” you barley managed to say in between moans. “Go ahead baby, let go.” and with that you came, hard. You felt his cock twitch one last time before you felt him paint your inside with his cum. “Ah, fuck baby.” he groaned as he came, abs flexing and hips stuttering. As he is coming down from his high, he whispers something in your ear. “Please don’t leave me.” he says. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Sanzu is like reallyyyy into aphrodisiacs.

Sanzu Called you at 2:00am, which is something that you’ve become used to as your relationship with him progressed. You weren’t quite dating, but you were also more than a fuck buddy. It was complicated. You arrived at Sanzu’s penthouse, only to be greeted by the pink-haired-man eagerly opening the door. The moment you stepped into the house, he was on you. He pushed you up against the door and kissed you hungrily. After a few minutes you questioned him about why he was so horny. “I took these pills that make you really horny, and I’m kind of dying.” God dammit. You were less than content with that answer, worrying about his safety and well being, but you were also worried about your stamina. “This is going to be a long night” you thought to yourself. Haru sat there, eyeing your form. Considering that it was two in the fucking morning, and you came here for sex, you weren’t wearing much clothing, opting for a low cut tank top and a pair of stretchy shorts that hugged your body perfectly. The sight of you alone could have him falling apart. You gaze down at his erection, it looked so painful, and after weighing the pros and cons of this situation, you sink down to your knees and undo his belt. “Please Angel..need you s’bad.” He chocked out. You pull out his cock and begin to experimentally lick the tip. “Fuckfuckfuck yeah baby…jus’ like that-ahh” his hand finds purchase in your hair as you begin to take his length down your throat, he practically screamed when your throat tightened around him. “Baby, I can’t hold out anymore, m’gonna cum.” He whined. He was so perceptive to all of your movements, you actually enjoyed this. With a few more bobs of your head, he came down your throat with a loud cry. “M’so sensitive baby, m’sorry.” Of course you didn’t mind, it was really hot seeing him break in front of you.

Ran reallyyyyyy likes when you call him daddy.

Ran Haitani is a tired man. He works long hours all of the time, has nightmares that prevent him from peaceful slumber, and to top it all off you have a newborn son together. Ran steps into the role of fatherhood surprisingly well. He does his best to let you rest while he does his best to care for your baby. You honestly are great full to have him. He loves your sweet little family, and he stays composed and hardly lets the stress of his life get to him. He usually remains calm and laid back. Usually. He finds his facade crumbling at one sentence leaving your plump lips. “You look tired daddy, let’s go up to bed so we can have some alone time.” That fucking name. “What did you say, doll?” He needed to hear that again, he needed to make sure he heard you right. “I said we should go up to bed?” You gave him a questioning look, confused as to why he suddenly seemed riled up. “Not that baby, you know what I mean.” You realized what he was referring to. You honestly didn’t mean anything by it, you had just become used to referring to him as “daddy” around your son, and it happened to just slip out. “Say it again.” What did you get yourself into. You utter the name again, and suddenly his lips are on yours. He lifts you off of the couch, and carries you into your shared room. “Sit still and look pretty for daddy.” He utters out, as you make your way onto the bed. He removes his cloths, the only article of clothing that remains on his chiseled body is a pair of black boxers. Before you know it, you’re stripped down completely, caged underneath his large frame. “Daddy’s gonna fill you up till your nice and full tonight, princess. Is that okay with you?” All you could manage to do was moan back a response. He moved his fingers down until they found purchase on your clit. You were already soaked. “My princess is all nice and wet for me. Such a good girl.” You allowed beautiful moans and wines to leave your throat, which only encouraged him to continue. He stuck two fingers into your tight cunt and began to scissor them in and out to prep you for something bigger. “Daddy, I’m close.” You moaned out, causing him to flip you over and sheath his cock fully inside of you with a single thrust. “Ahhh, fuck” you wined out, the pain slowly disguising itself as pleasure. “Still so f-fuckin’ tight baby” he set a quick and ruthless pace. “Da-daddy, I’m s..so…fu-fuckin-ahh” before you could finish your sentence you came all over his cock. “Look at my messy -ah fuck- girl” he could’ve came then with the vice-grip your pussy had on his cock. “I’m gonna get you nice and full of my cum, maybe get you pregnant again” the coil in your core began to tighten again, you were close. “Please daddy, I want your cum” “don’t worry baby, I’ll give you every last drop” with that, Ran came deep into your cunt, painting your walls pearly white, causing you to reach your second high. He collapsed on top of you. You tried to get up so you could clean yourself, and him, up, but his strong arms held you close. “I wanna stay like this for a bit longer, please baby?” How could you say no when he looked that angelic. Just like that, you fell asleep in each others arms, with his softening cock still inside of you.

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avengersassemble123 · 1 year ago

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ASKING TOKREV BOYS FOR YOU TO WAX THEM PT.3

FT. KOKONOI, INUPI, SANZU, HANMA

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KOKONOI

You slowly applied the wax strips as Kokonoi continued to sleep blissfully, unaware about his surroundings, as you tried to hold in your giggles as you applied the last wax strip on his chest.

You had applied few wax strips on his chest and one on either of his feet, while he continued to sleep peacefully. After a few seconds, you reached for a wax strip at the dead center of his chest, before trying to rip it out, but only being pulled partially.

Koko snapped his eyes open, grunting awake in shock, as he felt a sort of abrupt pain on the skin of his chest, as he looked at you, covering your mouth, trying to cover your laughter, as he looked down towards his body.

"Huh what happened?" Koko said, still not over his sleep despite being woken up abruptly, as he moved his hand over his chest, feeling something stuck on him.

"LMAOO you're so lucky, you're so lucky" (NAME) said, not being able to control her laughter, as Koko still tried to figure out what was going on.

"It felt like a heartattack..What're you doing?" Koko asked, as he now tried sitting on the bed, looking over his chest, before it clicked.

"OHH FUCK MEE" He cursed, as he laid back again, as he placed his hand over his forehead and eyes in frustration and realisation, while you laughed at his reaction.

"Oh god (NAME) are you serious? What ar- THEY'RE ON MY FUCKING FEET TOO??" Koko exclaimed, as he lifted both his feet up, which displayed the wax strips on them.

You laughed, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

"Yea, they're on your feet too. But luckily for you, its more on your chest since majorly the hair is present there." You exclaimed casually, as Koko looked at you in horror, as he sat on the edge of the bed.

You then suddenly ripped a wax strip off his chest, making Koko squeal loudly as he fell back on the bed, covering the waxed area by his hands, "AAAHHH FUCK"

"You wanna choose which one you wanna do next." You said, laughing, as Koko stood up from the bed, trying to go towards a mirror, "OH MY GOD" he said as he took a glance of himself in the mirror, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers while the other hand rested on his hip.

You pulled another strip from his chest.

"AHHH MY NIPPLE!"

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INUPI

Your boyfriend was busy watching TV, while you sat by the basin, applying wax on a wax strip, as you continuously peeked behind to see if you're boyfriend is still oblivious to this.

Inupi did notice you acting weirdly, but he figured it must be some silly prank that you're planning to pull, but not exactly figuring out what are you really going to pull on him.

As he continued watching TV, pushing those thoughts away, you slowly walked towards him on the couch, the wax strip behind your back by one hand, you sat on the couch beside him, pulling his hand over your shoulder, before snuggling onto him, which he gladly appreciated, pulling you closer, his eyes not leaving the TV.

Just then he felt something on his leg. As if something warm was glued onto his leg, as he looked down to see some paper stuck onto his leg, making his brows furrow.

"Huh?" He grunted confused, as he bent down slightly to examine it, before realisation hit him.

"Are you serious (NAME)?" Inupi looked at you with a deadpanned expression, making you chuckle.

"Fuck off...Are you kidding me right now?" Inupi groaned, as he tried pulling the wax strip off his leg slowly, hissing when he felt the pain, realising there was no way out now.

As you reached towards the strip, Inupi pulled his leg away from you, as he held your hand, groaning, "(NAME) no.."

"What's the matter? Its got to come off, not that its stuck." You laughed, as your boyfriend rubbed both of his hands against his face, while grumbling frustratingly.

"You're a dick, you know that right?" Inupi grunted, making you laugh more.

"Are you ready?" You asked as you rubbed in the wax strip, while Inupi laid his leg on the couch flat, preparing himself, "fuck no, but here we are."

"No no no no, wait" Inupi said, still pulling his leg, while you wheezed, trying to get his leg over to you.

"For fuck's sake" inupi groaned, as now he held his leg still by both hands, while you ripped the strip.

As soon as you ripped the strip, he yelped, rubbing his hand over the waxed area, while you cackled hysterically, disposing the wax strip before patting his head.

"Why do I even put up with you at this point?"

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SANZU

"Okay thats enough."

Sanzu said, sat on a chair, his hands and facing leaning against the headrest, while you applied wax on a small part of his back, his nose already stuffed with two wax dipped earbuds.

"(NAME) thats enough." Sanzu whined, his head slightly tilting sideways to meet your eyesight.

"I'm cleaning it up becauses you have pieces of it strangled on it." You said, as you continued working on it.

"That shit's hot." Sanzu muttered, his brows furrowing, to which you acknowledged him with your humming.

You waited for a few seconds, while the sight of your boyfriend stuffed with waxed earbuds up his nose, with his shirt pulled up to his neck due to the wax on his back, wildly entertained you.

You ensured all his hair was placed towards his front, before trying to get a grip on the wax. You soothed his back before ripping the wax out.

As soon as you ripped out the strip, Sanzu winced, abruptly standing up, moving away from the chair he sat, "Put that shit down, that shit fucking hurt." Sanzu said, as he pulled his shirt down, glaring at you lightly, while you covered your mouth, hiding your laughter, as you went towards him to hug him, while he pouted, "Baby are you okay?" You said, still laughing, as he slightly hugged you back as well, "Hell no, why the fuck do people use that?"

After a while, you two stood in the bathroom, as Sanzu tied his hair up, before leaning towards the basin, reluctantly holding one wax earbud up his nose since he decided that he didnt trust you enough to pull it out of his nose as you would literally rip out his nose as well, making you put your tongue out mockingly, giving him the middle finger.

Sanzu warmed himself up by tugging on the stick briefly before trying to pull it out, but failing miserable, making you wheeze at his failed attempt. He tried it once again but failed again, grunting out in pain and frustration while you stared at him with the look of 'i told you so', making hims giving you the middle finger this time.

As he attempted to remove the wax stick again, he failed again, making you both laugh out hysterically, while Sanzu tugged at the stick with both his hands, "Its stuck man..."

After dealing with the waxing, you both sat on the couch, as he let you clean his face with a towel,

"Your ass better not tell this shit to anyone or else im hunting you down to the ends of the earth."

"Yea yea i know.."

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HANMA

You two laid on your bed, as your boyfriend's head laid on your lap, while you applied the wax above his eyebrows to shape it.

"You better not mess up my beautiful face babe." Hanma said smirking, making you flick his forehead.

"As if. Im doing a favor by trying to make your face look bearable. And besides you can't mess up something that's already messed up." You sassed, as you stuck the waxing strips, rubbing on it to get it properly stuck, while your boyfriend played with your hair, irritating and teasing you.

As you waited for the wax to set in, you swatted Shuji's hands as he was getting impatient to remove the strips.

"Shuji not now."

"Then when?? Its taking too long. I thought this was supposed to be quick."

"The wax needs to set in dumbass."

"Always knew you were into these kind of nonsense."

"Shut the hell up."

As you got ready for pulling out the wax strips, Hanma held a mirror in front of his face, looking at the process inquisitively.

You managed to rip out one strip, making him taken aback alightly, eyebrows furrowing, as you rubbed the waxed area.

"Goddamn.." he muttered before his eyebrows fully twitched before leaning the mirror towards his face, examining, his mouth open, "What the fuck" Hanma called out before you both burst out laughing as you showed him the wax strip with excess eyebrow hair of his.

"What the fuck's up with my eyebrows." Hanma howled, cackling, as he continued examining his waxed area, before your ripped out the second one as well, making his jaw open out more.

"WHAT THE FUCK." You laughed as he cackled, while rubbing his waxed area, "Woman, what in the fuck did you to my eyebrows?"

"I fixed it asshole/ You're welcome."

"HAHA OH SHIT." Hanma exclaimed, as he sat up, admiring his face in the mirror, while you laughed at his antics.

"Well this was not even painful, the other areas when waxing are a pain in the ass, you know."

"Well if this is the result I'm getting, then i'm waxing my whole goddamn body. DAMN WE SHOULD'VE DONE THIS EARLIER."

You placed a hand on your forehead, already fed up, regretting your actions, knowing what else he's gonna make you do now.

"Wait so is it true that you can even shave down between your legs." Hanma asked, as he questioned you with a tilted face. You knew if you answered you would regret it, and even if you didn't he'll not let you off the hook that easily or will be able to find out somehow or the other.

"Yes Shuji, you can shave down there too."

"Huh." A sly grin appeared on your boyfriend's face.

"Then maybe we both should wax it for each other then. That would be fucking fun, won't it be babe?"

"HANMA!"

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