#kuremika

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May I request a Kuremika with a combo of 21 from general and 3 from angst?

kuremika + 21.) "you're not very intimidating" & 3.) "if you cared about me, you wouldn't do this."

continuation to these two ficlets b/c I can't get enough of this au

Mikaela sighs as he runs a comb through his hair, eyes on the reflection of the man standing behind him. Kureto’s hard eyes follow his every move. It is bordering on an obsession, Mikaela thinks. No matter the circumstance, Kureto’s eyes always find him whenever they’re together.

“You’re not very intimidating.” Mikaela lies, refusing to let his eyes drop to the floor. He knows how ruthless and cruel Kureto can be. He’s seen first-hand how easily Kureto can take a life without even blinking. And yet, despite the man’s cold, dangerous exterior, he’s never once hurt Mikaela.

Kureto moves closer and Mikaela’s breath catches in his lungs when the man comes to stand right behind him. A large hand wraps itself around his neck, causing a shiver to race down his spine. The grip is steady, not tight enough to restrict his air flow but with enough pressure that Mikaela’s heart flutters.

He drops the comb, resting both of his hands neatly on his lap. His eyes narrow, glare intensifying when Kureto leans in closer.

“You can’t keep me locked in here forever.” Mikaela says, voice soft despite the anger in his gaze.

“I can.” Kureto replies as his thumb begins to brush against Mikaela’s skin. Mikaela knows the man is not bluffing, and he hates himself for the way his body responds to those words. He holds his breath as Kureto moves closer, lips dangerously close to the exposed flesh on the side of his neck.

“If you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.” Mikaela whispers before Kureto’s lips touch him. The man freezes behind him. Mikaela bites his tongue, regretting the words instantly.

He’s taken things too far.

The hand around his throat disappears.

He barely suppresses the yelp of surprise when Kureto picks him up from his seat, maneuvering him until he’s sitting on top of the vanity table.

“Don’t confuse me with Guren.” Kureto says, eyes locking with Mikaela’s. “Those words won’t work on me.”

Hands grip his waist, strong, possessive.

The delicate balance they’d formed between the three of them was breaking. Mikaela can feel it.

Mikaela curls his hands around Kureto’s neck, bringing the man closer to him.

“Then...show me why you won’t let me go.” Mikaela breathes out against Kureto’s lips.

Kureto’s mouth crashes into his, swallowing the moan Mikaela utters.

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matching icons of my oc and : )’s oc. oh u know.

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Hey hey, it's me again. Thank you and I really enjoyed it. I am now as obsessed as you. So let's continue going on that high-class prostitute idea. I was thinking prompt 64, with Mika and Kureto (maybe Guren as well). Then the rest can be up to you. Thank you again and hope you have a wonderful day(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

I’m back bby! Continuation of this. AU where Mika is a high-class prostitue and Kureto is a crime boss (Guren’s there too because why not?)

TW: attempted noncon & violence, not by Kureto or Guren. 

64. “Let me show you what happens with little brats that don’t follow the rules.”

Mikaela’s scream was disrupted by a heavy hand falling over his mouth. He tried to shove away from the man holding him against the brick wall, throwing his leg in an attempt to knee his assailant in the groin. When that failed, he dug his teeth into the man’s hand. The man exploded in anger after that. 

Mikaela’s vision blurred when a hard slap was delivered to the side of his face. Blood filled his mouth when his teeth cut into his cheek. Aggressive hands roamed over his body as he was left stunned and frozen. 

Before things could escalate further, the heavy weight of the man’s body disappeared and Mikaela dropped to his knees, crumbling against the wall. 

Shouts rang out, a familiar voice causing Mikaela to look up at his savior. 

He watched in awe as Guren pummeled the man into the ground, blood smearing over his neatly pressed suit. To his left Kureto stood watching, face drawn into a hard expression. 

“That’s enough, Guren.” Kureto said when his assailant was no longer moving. “They’ll take care of the rest.” 

The cryptic words had Guren stopping his assault on the man on the ground. 

Mikaela dropped his eyes when Kureto turned to look down at him. 

“Can you stand?” Kureto asked, much closer to him than before. Mikaela nodded, rushing to stand up and swaying when blood rushed to his head. Strong hands kept him from falling over. 

...

After washing up, Mikaela sat as still as he could, head bent. He couldn’t stop his fingers from fidgeting as they laid on his lap. 

“Did I not tell you to not leave your room?” Kureto’s voice had his back going rigid. 

Yes, he had.

Kureto had ordered him not to leave the room he’d set up for Mikaela after the blond had begun receiving threatening messages from an unknown source. Even Guren had told him to listen to the man this time since the notes had become more violent and sexual in nature. 

Mikaela had been confused by the lengths Kureto and Guren were taking to...protect him. It had made his stomach flutter pleasantly.  

However, the last note he’d received came with a picture of a close friend of his, a picture taken without the other knowing he was being watched. The note ordered him to go to a specific location alone, without alerting anyone.  

Stupidly, Mikaela had gone without question. Thankfully, Kureto had been keeping a close eye on him and found him before anything too horrific happened to him. 

“He could have killed you. He could have…” Guren's voice was low and sharp as he paced around the room. Mikaela had never heard him this upset. 

“He said he would hurt Yuu. I couldn’t let him hurt my friend.” Mikaela finally spoke, plucking up enough courage to look at the men in front of him. Guren stopped pacing, a frown pulling at his lips. 

“Then you should have come to me.” Kureto moved toward him, holding Mikaela’s gaze. Fingers brushed against the bruise that had blossomed on his right cheek, touch gentle and soft. 

“When I said that I wanted you to be mine exclusively, I meant it. You are mine, and everything about you now concerns me too.” The intense look in Kureto’s eyes had Mikaela fidgeting, eyes flickering away from the man when it became too much. 

A million thoughts raced through Mikaela’s head, heart stuttering against his chest. The man’s words were dangerous. They made Mikaela soar too close to the sun.  

Kureto’s touch disappeared and Mikaela had to hold back a grunt of disappointment.

“Rest here for the rest of the night and you can return to your own home tomorrow morning.” Kureto said with an air of finality, turning to leave. 

Mikaela scrambled to get up, not wanting to leave things like this. Not wanting for either men to leave him just yet. The last thing he wanted right now was to be left alone. 

“Wait. You aren’t going to...I mean, we aren’t…” Mikaela said in a jumble of words, face flushing when two pairs of eyes landed on him. 

Guren spoke first, eyebrows drawn together.

“Mikaela, you were just attacked.” His voice was incredulous. 

“I…” Mikaela tried but cut himself off when he knew he couldn’t put what he felt like into words. Instead he threw his arms around Guren, pulling him down until their mouths crashed against each other. The cut on his inner cheek stung a little, but he pushed past it and focused on deepening his kiss with Guren. It took some coaxing for Guren to reciprocate the kiss. It was a slow kiss, nothing how they were the last time they were together. There was no urgency behind it, no quick hands pulling at his clothes. 

Mikaela pulled away slowly, hands gripping Guren’s shirt.

“Please.” He whispered against Guren’s neck before turning his head to meet Kureto’s gaze. 

“Please...I need you.” He paused, licking his lips. “Both of you.” 

Mikaela couldn’t explain the desperate gnawing he felt in the pit of his stomach. He needed to feel familiar hands on him, craved the raw intimacy of Kureto’s mouth and Guren’s embrace. 

He turned to face Kureto fully, pleading, begging, 

Kureto looked him over, eyes calculating. For a moment, Mikaela thought he’d lost this battle. He held his breath as he waited for the man to give in to him. 

“On your knees, Mikaela.” Kureto’s voice could cut glass, and Mikaela nearly whimpered in relief. He fell to his knees, eyes glazing over as Kureto ran his fingers through his hair. 

“Since you’re desperate for it.” Kureto said, tilting Mikaela’s head back by his hair, grip strong and grounding. “Let me show you what happens with little brats that don’t follow the rules.”

Kureto’s mouth devoured his own, leaving Mikaela breathless and hungry for more.

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Hiya, I'm so glad that I found someone who thinks Mika is as much of a bottom as do. Anyway I was thinking that maybe Kureto and Guren maybe even someone else with them, can have there way with our precious Mika in prompt 65. I might have an addiction for Mika getting smothered by everyone (灬º‿º灬)♡. I love you and this blog, and hope you have a blessed day (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) .

I love you, anon. Thank you! This is a high-end prostitue!Mika au because why not?! You may have made me obessed with this au now...

65. “How do you feel about two at once?”

{prompt list} 

Mikaela blinks down at his phone, brows stitching together as he reads the words glaring up at him from his screen. 

How do you feel about two at once?

His face heats, the hot blush spreading down his neck and into his chest. Even though he’s been doing this type of work for a little over 3 months now, the question still catches him by surprise. The initial surprise turns to shock when he sees who sent him the message. 

He only knows the man as Kureto, and is the last person he would think would have an inclination for a threesome. The man exudes power and control, and values his privacy more than anything. 

With a nervous swirl in his stomach, Mikaela replies to the message and waits for the address of where they’ll meet tonight. 

They always meet in extravagant hotels that make Mikaela feel small and inadequate. Mikaela tries not to fidget in his seat, the clothes he has on feeling itchy on his heated skin. 

“Want a drink?” The deep voice has him looking up, gaze meeting hard eyes. Mikaela shakes his head.

“Can’t drink on the job.” He manages a small grin despite himself. Kureto nods as he sips at the brown liquor in his glass. 

“Nervous?” The question has him stiffening, shoulders going rigid.

He is never to show how nervous or reluctant he may be to a client. He hates how transparent he can be. 

“A...a little.” Mikaela says, but keeps his eyes firmly on Kureto. Honesty has served him well in the past. His very first client made sure to go slow his first time, the man had been gentle and...kind. The memory of that night still set his heart aflame.  

Kureto sets his glass down after finishing his drink and motions for Mikaela to stand and strip. Mikaela does so, feeling his nerves ease as he falls into the familiar routine he has with Kureto. Underneath his clothes he is wearing a lacy black pair of panties that hug his hips and come up to his bellybutton, a black garter belt that runs down his thighs, and sheer black thigh-high stockings. 

Kureto gives him a once over, dark eyes roaming over each inch of his exposed skin. Mikaela preens at the attention, confident that Kureto would like this color on him. The man pats his lap with one hand, and Mikaela sinks down into it, hands coming to rest on a strong, sturdy chest. One of Kureto’s hands falls on the small of his back, fingers drawing small circles on his skin. 

“You should only be allowed to wear this.” Kureto says, fingers trailing down Mikaela’s thigh. 

Desire hums in his veins as Kureto brings their mouths together, the kiss as hard and brutal as the man himself. The man used to terrify him, but the more time they spent together, the more Mikaela became used to Kureto’s hard exterior. He wasn’t a bad man, and he’d never hurt Mikaela in any way. 

Mikaela gets lost in the passionate kiss, in the rough hands gripping his hips, that he doesn’t notice when the door to their room opens. He moans and grinds down on the hardness he feels pressing against his ass, his own erection straining against soft lace.  

It isn’t until Kureto pulls away from his mouth, hands forcing Mikaela’s hips to stop their movement, that he feels the presence of someone else standing behind him. 

“Ah, so you finally decided to join us.”  Kureto rumbles, and Mikaela shifts. He wants to turn around and see who is joining them, but Kureto’s grip is firm. 

Kureto leans into his neck, lips brushing his skin as he whispers, “Close your eyes.”  

Mikaela clenches his jaw but obeys, the world falling into darkness. Kureto turns him around in his lap with an ease that has his stomach fluttering.

“I thought you’d enjoy my little peace offering.” Kureto’s voice is laced with amusement. “He is quite the sight, isn’t he?” 

Mikaela’s eyelids twitch as he forces his eyes to remain close even though all he wants to do is open them and see who is with them. Judging by Kureto’s attitude he can assume it’s someone the other man knows well. 

“Stand up, Mikaela.” Kureto orders suddenly, and Mikaela hurriedly stands up. With his eyes still closed, he sways and nearly loses his balance once at his feet. Strong hands catch his shoulders, steadying him. He wants to thank the other person, but as he opens his mouth, lips crash into him.  

He makes a surprised sound, a cross between a squeak and a moan as the kiss deepens. His eyes open without his consent, and he finds a very familiar man before him. His chest heaves as he pulls back slightly, fingers curling around the front of the man’s shirt. 

Guren, his very first client, stares down at him, eyes filled with a mixture of desire and shame.

“I’m sorry.” Guren murmurs to him before he pulls him into another fierce kiss, large hand holding him firmly by the back of the neck. 

Mikaela shivers as Kureto’s fingers pull his panties off to the side. His face heats as he feels himself being spread open by a pair of thumbs. He breaks away from Guren’s kiss as a wet tongue swipes against his hole. 

Mikaela bends forward at an awkward angle, using Guren as an anchor to keep from falling. Kureto’s tongue goes deeper inside of him, and all he can do is give a strangled cry when a finger penetrates him, reaching deeper. 

Mikaela’s mind hazes over in lust, his vision blurring. He isn’t sure how he ends up on the floor, hands and knees digging into the soft carpet. He hears shuffling of clothing and licks his lips when Guren’s hard cock finds his mouth. The man brushes his fingers across Mikaela’s cheek, the gentle touch soothing as he slips inside of his mouth. Guren’s thrusts are measured and controlled, allowing Mikaela enough time to breathe in between thrusts. As considerate as their first time.  

Just as he’s getting used to the rhythm, Kureto spreads him open once again and plunges into him with is cock. Mikaela moans and whines around Guren, tensing slightly as his body gets used to Kureto’s size. The man only allows him a moment of reprieve before he begins to fuck him in earnest. 

Mikaela feels tears spring to his eyes, the pleasure of having both his ass and mouth fucked overwhelming him.

Kureto says something he can’t quite hear, or comprehend, but it has Guren cursing and speeding up. At the same time that a hand tightens around his hair, nails bite into the flesh of his waist. Between the two, Mikaela is sure he will pass out as soon as he finishes. 

Guren cums first, spilling his seed down Mikaela’s throat with a grunt. Mikaela drinks it all down, a sick sort of satisfaction filling him when he takes in Guren’s surprised expression. Their first time, Mikaela had coughed and gagged and made a mess. 

Their eye contact is broken when Kureto changes their position, sitting up and dragging Mikaela with him. Mikaela is firmly sitting on Kureto’s lap now, still facing Guren. It’s obvious Kureto wants Guren to watch him as he’s being fucked from behind. He wants to feel ashamed, but all he can do is rock his hips and fuck himself on Kureto’s cock with as much ferocity as he has left in him. Each thrust hits his prostate at just the right angle, and once Kureto starts matching his rhythm, Mikaela falls forward on his hands. He keeps his eyes on Guren, looking at him through the strands of his hair.  

He wants to show Guren how much he’s learned, how he is no longer the scared and trembling mess he was when they first met. 

He wants Guren's intense gaze burned into his skin. 

It only takes a few more thrusts for Mikaela to cum all over the carpet a pathetic cry, thighs shaking as Kureto cums inside of him with a groan. 

He collapses against the floor when Kureto pulls out of him, panting into his arms. The rosy bliss of his orgasm has his head spinning, and it takes him a few minutes to catch his breath.   

“From now on, I want you to be exclusively mine, Mikaela.” Kureto’s sharp words have him sitting up on shaky limbs, eyes wide. The man is standing next to him, looking as if he didn’t just fuck him within an inch of his life.  

“Oh...um…” Mikaela’s mind is too dazed to fully react.

“I’ve already spoken to your handler, and your contract has been transferred over to me.” Kureto’s eyes flicker to Guren. “Guren will be an exception, but only if he follows the rules.” A smirk crosses Kureto’s face. Mikaela looks between the two men, confused by the sudden hostile atmosphere.

Guren looks at him, and his eyes soften before he turns away to rearrange his clothes and stand. For a moment, Mikaela is sure Guren is going to punch Kureto, but the man only huffs and leaves the room, the door slamming shut as he disappears. Mikaela stares at the empty door. 

“You can stay here as long as you want.” Kureto says to him, one of his hands threading itself through Mikaela’s hair in an oddly sweet gesture. Mikaela nods and smiles up at the man. 

He watches as the man leaves, hugging his knees to his chest, and wonders how exactly Guren and Kureto know each other.

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Hi! I'm kinda returning to this fandom and I totally agree with Mika being a bottom lol. I also love that you write one of my old crack ships Kuremika. I'm in love with the high class prostitute au. And also that little drabble you wrote sometime ago. I also read your stories on Ao3 (I'm coming from there, actually). I'm totally in love with the YuuMika/ Kuremika one. You are amazing. I hope you are well, and to read you soon.

I appreciate you so much, anon!!! I am glad you are returning to the fandom! I have such a weird passion for rare pairs so I inevitably fell in love with KureMika lol your message made my day and I hope you have a wonderful day!!!

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@kittieaupa

omg this AU is so interesting! there's something fascinating about kuremika and you make it such a good read!

Thank you!!! I'm really invested in this au now, even though I have no idea where it's going lol

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if you're doing them, 49 for Kureto/Mika?

49. Boss/Intern AU

The man was a tyrannically, egotistical prick wrapped in a finely pressed suit. From the moment he’d laid eyes on Kureto Hiiragi, Mikaela had hated him. The way he spoke to his employees, the manner in which he carried himself–as if he were the sun which they all revolved around–all of it annoyed Mikaela to no end. 

Yet, here he was. A constant presence beside the ruthless CEO of Hiiragi Inc. 

“Do you intend to scowl throughout the entire day?” The low rumble of Kureto’s voice had Mikaela squirming in his seat, even as his frown deepened.

“Would it really cause you so much pain to give a little back to those who have nothing?” Mikaela countered, careful to keep his eyes away from the older man. Kureto had a nasty habit of shutting him up with one fierce look, no matter how much Mikaela wanted to give him a piece of his mind. He needed to keep his internship–Kureto’s influence was more powerful than Mikaela cared to admit–but there were days when the man would push him close to the brink.  

“Quite the altruistic soul you turned out to be, Mikaela.” Again Mikaela squirmed. There was something about the way the man said his name. Mikaela kept his gaze on the files on his desk, thumbing through the sheets as a way to avoid the heavy gaze that now settled over him. 

“It was once my home, if you must know. I heard they were having financial problems–they’ve always had them, of course–so I thought…” Mikaela paused. What had he thought? Kureto had never shown any interest in donating any of the company’s money toward any kind of charities. Still, when he’d heard the orphanage where he’d spent the majority of his childhood was in danger of being demolished for lack of funds, he’d immediately thought of Kureto. Mikaela shook his head, silently berating himself. 

“Ah, I see.” Was all Kureto said before the scribbling of pen on paper filled the man’s office.

…

When news broke out that Hiiragi Inc. had created a special fund for noteworthy charities, Mikaela was sure he’d had one too many drinks. He nearly went into shock when the first generous donation went to the city’s orphanages–his own on the top of the list. 

“Apparently, one measly good deed has made people think I am now some sort of advocate for homeless children.” Mikaela wasn’t all that surprised to hear Kureto walk up behind him. The grip on his glass tightened when he heard the man sit on the bar-stool beside him. The place where they usually met after work was small and unremarkable. It was a private bar that only allowed Mikaela access due to his previous visits with Kureto Hiiragi. 

“You are no advocate, but you are neither as heartless as they all thought.” Mikaela said, daring a glance toward the other. Kureto was peering down at him, something close to amusement in his hard eyes. 

Kureto shrugged, an easy roll of his shoulders that relaxed his rigid posture, if only for a moment. It was in that moment that Mikaela realized that Kureto–despite his infuriating ideals and actions–wasn’t all that bad. Of course, that could just be the alcohol talking.

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human slave Mika, okay? he's given to Guren as a gift and let's just say, Mika falls for him hard. Guren finds out and does his best to avoid Mika. One day when Mika won't stop following Guren (he doesn't have much to do- he'd rather follow Guren than sit around and get in trouble with someone), Guren snaps on Mika. starts telling him how he hates him, how he'll never amount up to anything Guren loves. Needless to say, Mika bows his head to hide the tears, quietly says sorry, and leaves. (part1)

Kureto, who's been interested in Mika from day one, sees the whole thing. he finds Mika and starts comforting him and, since Guren said he doesn't want Mika around him anymore, offers Mika to be his slave. himself falling for Kureto. Kureto loves messing with Mika, but eventually all things get boring. he ends up using Mika until he grows tired of the boy.(part2)

then one day he gets this brilliant idea that, in order to mess with Mika's mind, he should give Mika to the vampires. and so he does and continues on with his day. Mika has been gone for a few days and Guren has been noisy as to why Kureto doesn't have Mika. (part3)

he asks said man and all Kureto does is smirk and say "I gave him to the vampires. shouldn't be much of a problem for you cause aren't you the one that said you didn't want him around you anymore? aren't you the one that said he will never amount up to anything you love?" Kureto leaves with a smile on his face and it's not until then that Guren realizes that he actually did love Mika, but it's not until then that he realizes just what he's put the poor boy through (part4)

AHHH ;A; poor Mika!! I dig this tho like damn I’m terrible for loving slave!mika so much but I doooo

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mika disappearing one day & the squad thinking that the vamps must have taken him to punish him for treason but actually it was kureto who took mika & left clues pointing to the vamps so he can keep mika all to himself with anyone suspecting him ;^)

oh my, that sounds so awfully cruel and delightful, i love it

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“You’re not human! You’re a monster!” Haven't seen any KureMika yet, so...

“You’re not human! You’re a monster!”

Kureto grinned, malice filling his eyes. 

“A monster?” He repeated, inching closer to a bound Mika, a thrill coursing through his veins as he saw the blond’s eyes widen in fear. “This from the one who’s truly a monster? A pathetic little thing that can only survive by feeding off humans.” As he said this he took the blade in his hand and made a small cut at his palm. Blood oozed out, and Mika’s eyes glazed over with hunger. 

“Don’t forget your place, don’t forget that without me, without this monster, you’d be dead already.” Kureto took great pleasure in seeing the boy’s furious expression slowly morph into one of desperation as the thirst inside him began to grow. He moved closer, letting a few drops of blood fall on the boy’s lips. Mika eagerly licked the droplets away, but when his eyes flickered up to Kureto, they still burned with unbidden defiance.