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meowdarame · 3 years ago

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𝟐𝟏 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝟐𝟏

pairings: kakucho x f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)

warnings: NSFW/DARK CONTENT; 18+ MINORS DNI!; consensual somnophilia, alcohol consumption (to the point of passing out), fingering, squirting, unprotected sex/creampie, lmk if there’s anything i missed!

word count: 3.0k

notes: the 2nd installation for my birth month event, for she’s a jolly good fellow! this is my first time writing dark content, so please be gentle (~_~;) as always, likes and reblogs are super appreciated!

beta-readers: @christeningsakusa @noekoi @islascafe @portfolio-of-dreams

It’s not easy being Bonten’s third in command, and work has been an exceptional pain in Kakucho’s ass recently.

Piles of Manila folders are strewn out across his desk, reports from his underlings waiting to be read and reviewed. His fingers sift through each sheet of paper, and once they find the one labeled with today’s date, he begins reading.

Twelve shipments went out to Roppongi, but only eleven were delivered. Probably the work of a rival gang— the Haitani’s should have some insight over who could’ve done this. I’ll have to arrange a meeting with them as soon as possible….

“Kaku,” your soft voice breaks through the silence in his study. Placing your hands on your boyfriend’s shoulders, you rub out the tight knots in his muscles. “I have a question for you.”

“Yes, my love,” he responds, barely even regarding you with a side glance, his eyes still trained on the report before him. “What is it?”

You pull his chair out from his desk and situate yourself onto his lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you play with the strands of hair that have fallen on his pretty face. “So you know how my birthday is coming up next week, right?”

“Mhm,” he purrs, melting into your touch like freshly fallen snow. He loves the feeling of your nimble fingers toying with his raven locks— it’s his favorite way to relax.

“And I’m gonna— or at least my friends want me to— play 21 for 21… y’know that drinking game where you take 21 shots on your 21st birthday.”

His eyes dart from the report and stare straight into yours. Shooting you a glare that borderlines a scowl, he sternly replies, “No, you’re not. Drinking 21 shots of hard alcohol would be dangerous for anyone, even me. I’m not letting you do it.”

“Hmph, fine.” You huff out a pout. “I’ll get to a point where I feel good then I’ll switch out the shots with water. Is that alright, Kaku?”

“Hmm,” he hums in approval, returning his attention to his work splayed out before him.

“Anyways,” you continue on. You move your head to block his view of the report, diverting his attention once again; Kakucho agitatedly furrows his brows at you. “That’s not the main thing I wanted to ask you about.”

“Sweetheart.” Annoyance is evident in his tone, but only slightly. “What is it that you want? You know that I don’t like it when you play these mind games with me. If you want something, spit it out. Otherwise, let me work in peace.”

You cross your arms and scoff. “Fine, then. I just wanted to let you know that when I inevitably drink too much and pass out on my birthday, I want you to take me home and fuck me. But I guess you’d rather bury your face into these reports than my cunt.”

Kakucho’s eyes almost bulge out of his own head. Did I hear her correctly? He sets the file down on his desk and places his calloused hands on your waist, gripping the flesh slightly. Am I daydreaming?

“What?”

“Oh, so now I have your attention, huh?” You tease, pressing kisses up and down his jaw and neck.

“No— I mean, yes, you do, but—” Kakucho sputters back, squirming in his seat as he feels your hot lips leave wet kisses along all of his sensitive spots. “Why?”

“I dunno,” you murmur against his skin. “Just read about it online and thought it was hot. So why not try it out with my loving, caring, and trustworthy boyfriend?”

Kakucho’s mind feels like the static that’s buzzing on the TV screen. “B-baby, are you absolutely sure that this is what you want? We can try it later— like in a month! That way you can sit on your decision and if you still want to do it we can—”

Your fingers grip his jaw, forcing him to stare at you square in the face. “Kaku, I have been thinking about this for a while now. And I’m certain that I want to do this, but of course, I don’t wanna force you to do anything that you don’t wanna do. Do you not want to do it, babe?”

His shoulders relax and his expression softens when he hears the sincerity in your voice. “I do, my love, but it’s just… why? And why me?”

“Well, you always call me your ‘spoiled lil princess’ so I just thought, why not give this time instead of receive!” you cheer, and you and Kakucho laugh over your joke. “But for real, I can tell that you’ve been losing hair because of work recently, and I wanna help you destress, baby. And you’re the only person I trust enough to do this with, Kaku.”

“I’m the only one you can trust with this,” he snaps back sarcastically. “I am your only boyfriend after all. Unless…”

“Hey!” You punch his shoulder, and he chuckles at your cuteness. He wraps his arms around you to calm you down, but your balled up fists push him away. “You know I would never cheat on you!” After a few seconds of this back-and-forth, you eventually relent and allow yourself to sink into his warm embrace.

You sigh into his neck, your warm breath tickling his skin. “Kaku, I trust you wholeheartedly. I know you won’t do anything that I wouldn’t want you to do when I’m awake. I’m all yours to use— fuck me like you mean it.”

His breath hitches at your obscene yet soft words, causing his eyebrows to raise. It takes a minute for your words to fully register in his brain, but once they do, he nestles his cheek against the crown of your head, holding you still and relishing in the shared intimacy.

“Alright, I’ll do it. But why is it so easy for you to get whatever you want, huh?” He teases and pokes the sides of your waist.

“You always say that I’m really good at convincing people!” You chime back, and it makes him giggle.

You really are my spoiled lil princess, he muses to himself.

…

That conversation was a week ago, and Kakucho hadn’t stopped thinking about it since. Nervousness bubbled in his stomach the closer your special day approached; a sick feeling stirred in his stomach and traveled up his throat, threatening to choke him if he thought about it for too long. He had hoped that these nerves would disappear once he saw you in your birthday outfit— an open-back cocktail dress that hugged all of your curves in the right places. He thought that once he laid eyes on your sexy and scantily clad figure, any insecurities festering within him would dissipate, and his body— or rather, his horniness— would take over.

But now, your sleeping figure lays in the bed right next to him, and Kakucho still hasn’t been able to make a single move— too afraid to lay a hand on you. He’s been pacing around your room for the past 20 minutes; each step that he takes only adds to the anxiety that he feels in the pit of his stomach.

“Hmm,” he hums to himself as he bites his nail. What do I do? His mind races as he tries to work up enough courage. If she wakes up tomorrow and finds out I didn’t fuck her, she’ll be disappointed. And at this rate, she’ll wake up before I can even press a kiss on her lips. What the fuck am I gonna do? Kakucho, stop being a scared lil—

His thoughts are cut off when he hears you grumble. His eyes flash over to your unconscious figure, watching intently for any signs of pain or discomfort on your pretty face. You shift on top of your covers, repositioning yourself so that you’re lying on your back with your arm draped across your middle section. In this new position, your tits threaten to spill out of the top of your dress, your areolas barely peeking above the thin material. Kakucho’s eyes widen when he stares at your chest— his temperature quickly rises as all the blood rushes to his cock.

His hand shakily reaches out to pinch your nipples, and after a few seconds of tugging and tweaking, the bud hardens underneath his fingertips. His lips quirk up into a smirk; the nervousness that swam in his gut is quickly replaced by excitement when he hops up onto your bed and sits next to you.

“Baby,” Kakucho whispers against your skin, though he doesn’t know why— it’s not like you can hear him. “I’m gonna take your dress off now, okay?”

He throws his shirt over his head before he begins to unwrap his present. His delicate fingers unzip your zipper and slide the thin straps off of your shoulders, letting the fabric pool around your waist. Gently lifting your hips, he pulls the dress and your panties off of your limp body completely.

You look so beautiful underneath him. Your face looks so peaceful— your lips are slightly parted and your eyes are gently closed shut. He’s always known that you were a pretty sleeper, but this new perspective only makes his heart beat faster. The steady rising and falling of your chest makes your perked nipples stand out even more in the warm lamplight. Kakucho spreads your legs and kneels in between them; his thumbs carefully push apart your folds and the sight makes his mouth water. You’re completely soaked— even in your unconscious state, your pussy still yearns for him. Seeing you bare and pliant underneath him ignites a fire in his gut, and he lets go of his inhibitions when he experimentally runs his lithe fingers up and down your slit.

You’ve never been this wet before. His fingertips glide over your folds with ease, collecting your slick and coating his fingers. He rubs slow and loose circles on your clit, fingertips ghosting over your skin and barely applying any pressure. Worried about disturbing you, he keeps his eyes trained on your sleeping face to watch for any signs of you waking up. You lie still and silent, except for the soft breathing coming from your nostrils— it’s his cue that he can pick up his pace.

Kakucho presses a little harder now, but not to the point that could cause discomfort. His fingertips swipe your swollen nub back and forth, exactly how you would like if you were awake. You rustle in your sleep which makes him halt his movements, but he realizes that you were just turning your head to the side.

She’s drunk as fuck right now, Kakucho reassures himself. There’s no way she’s waking up any time before noon tomorrow.

With this comforting revelation in mind, he places his middle and ring finger on his tongue to collect some spit before slowly inching the two digits into your tight hole. His fingers scissor and knead inside of you, simultaneously preparing you to take his cock and coaxing an orgasm from your unconscious form. The alcohol in your system makes your cunt feel even warmer; he can’t wait for your plush walls to be wrapped around him.

Your cunt is getting slicker by the second. He can’t pry his eyes off of his fingers— they’re glistening all the way down to his knuckles, where a white ring of your cream has formed. Kakucho marvels at the way your pussy feels like it's both sucking him and pushing him out at the same time. When your pussy begins to contract around his digits and your thighs begin to shake, he knows that you’re cumming. A light mewl slips past your lips and Kakucho’s eyes shoot up to your face, but you’re still sound asleep. Even if she’s passed out, she still makes such cute noises when she cums.

He slides his fingers out of your drooling hole and pops them in his mouth, the pink muscle savoring your sweet and tangy taste. Your cum and juices dance deliciously on his tongue and he wants to taste more, but he thinks he might cum in his pants if he gave you head— and he can’t let that happen. He still needs to fuck you, just like he promised.

He quickly slides off his jeans and boxers, freeing his aching cock from the tight and restricting material. His tip slaps against his lower abdomen, and it’s already so red and leaky from being ignored all night.

“Baby, I’m gonna flip you over, okay? It’ll be easier for me to fuck you if you’re on your tummy,” he whispers to your sleeping figure, peppering kisses all over your cheek and forehead. Gently flipping your limp onto your stomach, he cradles your head to make sure that he doesn’t accidentally hurt your neck. Once you’re settled in this new position, his knees weasel their way in between your parted legs. Spitting onto his hand, he strokes his length a few times, throwing his head back and letting out a low groan from the stimulation. Once his cock is lubed up, he leans forward, placing his weight onto one forearm while the other hand lines his tip up with your hole.

“I’m gonna put it in now, my love. Just relax for me, m’kay?” How much more relaxed can she be? She’s fucking asleep! Kakucho chides himself but then laughs at his own foolishness.

The first tight ring of your pussy squeezes around his tip, and the warm wetness makes his eyes roll to the back of his head. Inching himself inside slowly, he suckles and licks on the flesh on your shoulders; after a minute, his head lightly presses against your cervix and adds more pressure against his throbbing cock.

He starts out by slowly grinding into you, letting your pussy stretch and grow used to his girth. With each slight roll of his hips, a lewd moan rumbles from deep inside his chest, and he has to bite into your shoulder to muffle his pitiful noises. Kakucho feels like his head is swirling; both of your bodies feel like they’re sizzling to the touch. It’s taking every ounce of restraint to stop himself from pounding into you already, far too afraid of pushing you past your limit. He’s teetering on the edge of sanity— wanting to fuck into you at an abusing pace but not wanting to be too rough with you— but then he remembers your perfect smile and reassuring words.

“Kaku, I trust you wholeheartedly. I know you won’t do anything that I wouldn’t want you to do when I’m awake. I’m all yours to use— fuck me like you mean it.”

With this memory, Kakucho relaxes and abandons all of his insecurities. He presses a kiss against the shell of your ear and whispers, “I’m sorry if you wake up sore tomorrow, my love. But I just wanna make sure I keep my end of the promise.”

In one swift motion, he flips you over onto your side so that he’s spooning your body. Lifting your leg, he pulls it as close to your chest as it can go. His hips reel back and snap forward with significant force, and lewd slapping sounds ring out when his thighs crash against your ass. He continues at this frenzied pace, his tip now slamming against your cervix with each thrust, and it makes your pussy flutter around him with each impact.

“Fuck, pretty, you feel so good,” he growls against your ear. “We should do this more often.”

He hooks the backside of your thigh around his forearm and snakes his fingers down your body. Rubbing frantic circles around the sensitive clit, he feels your walls tighten around him, practically choking his cock.

“Gonna cum, princess?” He teases. “Bet you’re not even asleep right now— bet you’re fuckin’ faking it. Pretending like you’re blacked out when in reality you just wanted to be my personal cumdoll this whole time.”

A chuckle erupts from his chest and he shakes his head. “Tch, that’s not possible. There’s no way you’d be able to keep quiet if you really were awake. You’re always so loud.”

He pinches your clit with his index finger and thumb, and your entire body convulses as juices spray from your cunt. Lewd squelching fills the room as Kakucho empties himself into you, painting your walls white and filling your tummy up with an immense warmth. The overstimulation quickly becomes too much to bear, and his thrusts become shallower and shallower until he pulls out. He feels lightheaded— he came so hard that he swears that all of his blood rushed from his head to his dick in that very instant. Gently placing your leg back down, he flips you onto your back and admires the way that his cum dribbles from your fucked out cunt.

“Guess I should clean my spoiled lil princess up, huh?” He jokes in between labored pants. He slides himself off of your bed and grabs a box of baby wipes from your nightstand. Carefully spreading your folds with one hand, he cleans you with the other, meticulously yet gently scrubbing in between your folds and around your inner thighs. After tossing the dirtied wipe in your waste basket, he grabs a clean towel from your closet.

“I can’t wash your sheets tonight, so this will have to do for the time being,” he sighs as he places the fluffy material over the drenched area on your bed sheets.

He lies down behind you and wraps a strong arm around your body. Propping himself up on one elbow, he drinks in your serene expression for a few minutes.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he whispers eventually, breaking the silence. His soft lips meet your temple, allowing the kiss to linger against your skin for a few extra seconds before he pulls away.

And although he knows that you can’t hear him, he still says the next five words before lying back down to sleep.

“Happy birthday, I love you.”

tagging: @bxnten @sabyss @petalsrdead @ohtobiors @frenchtoastmafia @devilgirlcrybabiey @chaotic-fangirl-blog @semisgroupie @tetsukentona @dessceased @sunat2508 @rueren @rinsie @crystal-lilac @21-06-1996 @sweeneyblue1 + my network @shibuyawardnetwork

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devoti · 3 years ago

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do a picrew of ya' man !!!!! hehe i had to do a shirtless version too HNGHHHH he looks so hot 😩🛐

tagging : @qrtmin @suget @kentoangel @mitsuika @pradadoie @explicitlyfine @hyeque @iwaizumeanie @soushswag @festive @reinaphoria @fvshguro @sabyss @priestesstoru @novaresque @kazuwhora @nymphtual @mid-night-blossoms @p-antomime @eijirhoe @dilfiwa @cursedmoonchild @noritoshiikamo @noekoi @babietopia @sweetsbysatori @wakatshi @getosun @svgarslut @daydreamslug + anyone else ♡

#🖇 . misc stuff #naoya

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kazuwhora · 3 years ago

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✕ IMPORTANT ✕

@21-06-1996 has let me know that there is a wattpad user under the name layla_mitsuya who is reposting work from tumblr onto wattpad. this user only credits with the url of the original poster at the end, and is taking work without permission. I'm going to tag some moots that have had their content posted on this users profile. the best course of action is to message the user on wattpad, as well as report the story for copyright directly to wattpad. if your work is posted here, there is no way of blocking minors or even knowing if the account is a minor, so it's in your best interest to do what you can to get it taken down! the more wattpad tickets the story receives the more likely they are to take it down. many urls are also incorrect, so it isnt even proper credit.

some of the content reposted is from but not excluded to: @contacthell @maytey @haitami @ovual @sweetsbysatori @scandescent @h-shibas @noekoi @ranpoist @haitani-wrld @8kh @hllokttyairhead @slut-manifesto @hellavile @hakkais-hoe @ryuuzaa @tettatonin @nanamislvr @bxnten @lovesickwriter @p-antomime @mtsuyas @smalltasteofhoney @kisakiapologist @inupi

#theres more but half of tumblr has me blocked so if anyone wants to go through their stories and @ the people who have me blocked in a rb #please do #report as your own story and send the url to the og post

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festive · 3 years ago

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17:45pm

a/n: I have learned what a fuck machine is.

Taiju x reader x Hakkai

tagging: @bubble4u @novaresque @noekoi @thicksimpx

content+warnings: Fem!reader, vaginal penetration, oral sex (m!receiving), threesome, degradation, use of a fuck machine, aaaand creampies!

"Are you sure this is ok?" Hakkai asks, his tone shaky as his glossy eyes scan your naked body; if you weren't moaning so damn loud, you could've probably heard the audibly sharp swallow he took. The bulge in his pants grows more prominent as it rubs uncomfortably against the fabric of his jeans. It's not like he could help it either; the view in front of him was just too damn good.

"Nah, it's ok. This little harlot enjoys it, ain't that right whore?" All you can do is nod slightly as your body jolts forward from the force of the machine roughly fucking into your tight cunt. The dildo attached stretches you wide open, almost as if you were being split in half and rubbing along your walls quite nicely with each thrust. You've already lost count of how many times you've orgasmed, although the puddle beneath your body says it was a lot.

You can hear Taiju fiddle with something, but you're not quite sure what exactly. It wasn't until the machine's thrusts started getting harsher did you realize that asshole was fucking with the control. You didn't even need to look at him to tell he had a shit-eating grin upon his face.

You feel your mind going hazy as tears threaten to spill through the corners of your eyes. At the same time, you reach your 'nth orgasm of the night - your balance faltering somewhat as you struggle to hold yourself up, you slump over falling forward. A loud moan escapes your pretty plump lips. Your essence coats the silicone toy completely, any excess dripping down the shaft and feeding into the puddle beneath you. You look absolutely disgusting. Your skin glistened in a sheer coat of sweat. Your drool seeped out of the corners of your mouth - yet no matter how filthy and fucked out you look, the younger Shiba couldn't help but find you ethereally stunning.

Taiju makes his way to your body, lowering himself slightly. Hence, his lips hover over your ear - his warm breath fanning over the shell, causing goosebumps to form upon your soft skin.

'You can take one more, right slut?' you nod weakly, afraid to disappoint. One more couldn't hurt, right? At least that's what you thought. Before you know it, Taiju is behind you, one large hand placed firmly on your hip, holding you in place. While the other is busy freeing his cock from his confines - as soon as it's free, you can feel him rub his cockhead across your slick covered folds. You shudder and writhe in his hold as it hits your swollen, engorged clit.

'Oi, Jackass. Get over here.' Taiju gestures in front of you, and Hakkai does what he's told, slotting himself in front of you.

Hakkai's hands' fiddle with his jeans. You can tell he's nervous by how his hands shake and twitch while trying to unzip the front. As soon as he frees his cock he's holding it up to your face before pushing it against your plump lips, smearing his precum all over and ruining the lip gloss you had on.

Taiju aligns his thick cock with your drooling hole - forcing himself inside you inch by inch. His girth is much more fierce than the toy's; it burns a little as he continues to stretch your walls open to accommodate himself. Hakkai watches in anticipation as your jaw opens to let another moan slip out. Then he seizes the chance to force as much of his cock down your throat.

You gag around him as his cock intrudes upon your throat, completely overwhelming you. Saliva spills out around your lips as he forces your face against his pubic bone - his body hair tickling you. Taiju whispers in your ear once more, but his tone sounds softer? Well, as smooth as it's been all night, almost like he was comforting you with his words.

'Breathe for me, sweetheart. You can do this.' He's right. Yes, you can. Your entire body heats up at the sudden praise, and you're filled with renewed determination. You do as you're told. You breathe through your nose as you suck on his brother's cock. Taiju smirks before setting a steady pace, slamming his hips into yours. His heavy breeder balls slap against the plump of your ass, and the sound of bodies slapping against each other can be heard all throughout the room mixed in with the lewd wet noises of your cunt.

Hakkai's hands grab at the back of your head, and you can feel him lace his fingers into your hair - massaging your scalp with his nails as you continue to suck on his cock. You can tell he's enjoying himself by how rapidly he's bucking into your face. Honestly, you find it quite endearing how even though he's being rough with you, he still handles you as if you were his lover. From the fondness in his indigo eyes and the praises, he's giving you, telling you how good you're doing and how beautiful you look while doing this.

You run your tongue along the veins of his shaft, and he swears that you're some type of throat demon, although it really didn't take much to please him. You can feel his dick pulsate and twitch inside of your mouth. He cums unannounced, spilling his warm, bitter seed down your throat. Holding your chin up while he apologizes, you swallow his essence without hesitation - even showing him your throat to confirm. You managed to look even hotter to him than when he first started. He couldn't help but blush and stutter before he placed his flaccid cock back into his pants carefully to not stain the fabric of his jeans.

Hakkai might've been out for the count, but Taiju wasn't. His large hand grope at your breasts, harshly kneading them as he continues rutting into you. His other hand reaches down between your legs to rub jarring circles against your clit. He can feel you're close by the way your walls clench and squeeze around his dick, threatening to snap it in half like it were a glow stick. Finally, Taiju lets out a low fuck. You can feel his cock throb inside you before releasing himself inside of you, painting your walls white and saturating them in his cum.

Pulling out his now softening cock, he admires his handiwork. Admiring how his semen drips out of you in thick globs and how your body is battered and decorated in bruises. Finally, he lets out a boisterous laugh that rings through your ears, startling you enough to cause your body to flinch. You close your eyes, letting the exhaustion consume you. Still, before you pass out, you silently hope he'll let you do this again.

#hakkai shiba #taiju shiba #tokyo rev smut #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev smut #taiju smut #hakkai smut #tokyo revenger smut

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wakasa-wifey · 3 years ago

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Cause time wasn't in our favour.

cw: canon character death, Tenjiku vs Toman arc, 'Nova' being used as nickname, lots and lots of grammatical error bcs I hate grammar, not proofread, angst, it's just pain i swear but i'll compensate with fluff memories before giving back angst.

Kurokawa Izana x f!reader

Writer's note: Please blame it on my sleep deprived brain it got addicted to the song and STILL haven't stop listening to it even after this songfic got posted. I listened to the song, cried a lot, then my brain went poof "What about Izana?" and I cried again but my brain got flooded with scenes I NEED to write down. I am sorry for the mental damage I might cause. Please listen to the song while reading this!

Tagging my Izana simping partner here @noekoi and also my Kiki pie @p-antomime bcs I want them both to know they inspired me to write a lot, for being the cool authors I aspire to be some day, and ofc, for being the firsts to see the fics as it is. I love you guys.

"𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴"

Bile rose in your throat once your heard the gun shots, praying to whatever God above for it to not be what you think it is.

But you saw his red clad body dropped onto the ground, confirming your worst fear.

"IZANA!" you shouted, running to your lover.

The commotion behind you faded into background noise when your focus zeroed to the boy in front of you, the boy who stole your heart and devotion.

"Nova. I'm sorry. My body just moved on its own." you just shooked your head, tears streaming down your face as Izana tried to explain. "No. Everything's alright. I- I'll call the ambulance right now! You'll be fine 'zana. You're going to be fine." you supplied, trying to convince yourself more than the other. Hands shaking trying to get a grip on your phone but it slipped out of your hands causing you to curse as you tried to get it back and dial the emergency number.

Quivering hand grasped your own.

"Hey Nova." you hummed to him not trusting your voice. "The moon is beautiful right?" Izana asked, smile on his face- fuck that goddamn smile of his, one that he would never ever showed anyone else.

"Y- yes, I wish I could watch it with you for good." you choked out a response, with sobs leaving your mouth. The hand that was holding yours dropped, along with the beat of its owner's heart, stilling into the silence. And you, barely hearing "I'm coming too Izana.", from Kakucho, sat still as realisation that he's gone, him the love of your life is gone for good trying to crawl itself into your brain. You came to your senses once you felt hands all over your body, urging you to stand up and leave the place as sirens filled the area.

"NO LEAVE ME ALONE! HE'S NOT DEAD! HE'S JUST SLEEPING! LET GO OF ME, MANJIRO!"

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳"

The funeral passed by like fever dream. Toman members came by despite the fact that the funeral was one of their enemy's, murmuring condolences and back pats to you.

"Y/N, I know this might not be the right timing but please know that although we never talk much, you can come to me. Please do not hide yourself away." the owner of the voice, the boy Izana Kurokawa hated the most, snapped you out of your trance.

You didn't reply, only lifting your head up and meet Manjiro Sano's gaze, causing him to flinch at the empty look inside your eyes before casting your gaze back at the black frame in front you, the picture inside it, snow haired boy with wisteria coloured eyes taunting you with the his smile, frozen in time.

"The world is cruel" Izana once told you. You never get what he was implying but now you do.

"The world is cruel, but in this cruel world it I FOUND YOU, my light and I wouldn't have it any other way."

"𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦."

Dating Izana was never an easy task. He was so used to deep dark isolation and in his muddled mind, he could never make sense on to why you stick with him. On top of that, your safety always had been his top concern, the running doubts inside his mind if he's the best for you.

He never understands you, who's a sucker for romance, unrealistic happy endings, would always stick with him, the tyrant king of Yokohama. But he knows that you understands him, as much as he's perturbed by the fact. He knows that you understands how much he's scared to be abandoned again, he knows you will always welcomed him back with open arms, your understanding of his hesitations on relationships were the ones that made him depend on you, because you will never leave him, you promised.

"Why are we watching Disney princess movie again?" Izana sighed exaggeratingly throwing his hands up in the air. "They have the best romance!" you argued back. "Yeah but it's always ended happy ending. It's not like real life would be that way." Izana groaned. "BUT STILL!! It's a royal love story for you my king and even if it's all end in happy ending, it taught us 'bout love and how kingdom works! You should know that by now Izana."

"A kingdom isn't ruled by one, BUT TWO people."

"𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐'𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘖𝘒 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴"

Fights with him were always the worse. It will end with him disappearing for days, convinced you're just going to abandon him like everyone does at the end.

You proved him wrong every single damn time.

Your patience with him always caught him off guard. You showed him the love he never thought he'll ever experienced, gave him the home he can find shelter in.

In you, he learned what was unconditional love was all about.

"Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?" Kakucho said, gaining your attention. You faced him to show that he had your full attention. "How did you do it?" you blinked, not understanding the question. "What Kakucho trying to said is that, how did you stay with Izana still? If I were you, I would had given up trying to understand him.", Ran, who was beside Kakucho the whole time explained what Kakucho's question was.

The other executives trying to hide the fact that they're listening in but you can see their ears perking up. You chuckled at them before giving them the answer. "I actually find it funny that people always thought 'unconditional love' means unconditional tolerance towards your partner. Izana, as much as he would always disappear after our fights, I know he would come back. I might not immediately search for him, he needed the space, I'm giving him the space and boundaries he needed, as much as he think he didn't need it."

Unknown to you, Izana was right at the door behind you, listening in and signaling his executives to not mention his appearance. "Izana and I talked 'bout unconditional love before. You can love someone to the moon and back but still have boundaries. That's what I taught Izana."

"Boundaries DON'T DIMINISH the amount of love you have in your heart."

"𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯? 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦?"

The smell of him dominates the apartment you both shared as a home. Everywhere you glance, you see him. His untouched clothes in the wardrobe. Everything reminds you of him. The black sky filled with stars at night taunted you as the memories of both of your nightly sky watching on top of the apartment roof flooded back into your brain.

"Nova." you, who was laying down on Izana's lap, looked up to him, confusion and questions swirling inside in your eyes at the foreign name that came out of his mouth. "I'm gonna call you Nova as your nickname." Izana added. "Oh? Why is that?" you asked him curiously, sitting up and your eyes met as you can see the affection that ran deeply for you shone in his eyes.

He chucked and raised a hand to your face, tucking your loose strands of hair back behind your ear. "Nova means new star that came suddenly, exploding and influence the other. In a way, it reminds me of you. You came in barging into my life, shining like a star."

"Unlike the stars that died out quickly, you remained and SHOW ME THE LIGHT I've never seen before."

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦."

The whisper on the streets of the fallen king. The pity glances. The story of a tyrant king. They don't know Izana like you do. They didn't see your late night dancing with him. They never hear his naggings of your unruly sleeping schedule. They would never see how both of you laughing and helping each other cooking in the kitchen.

"Shit!" you cursed as you accidentally sliced your finger by accident. "Nova? Love, what happened?", Izana who was taking a shower immediately rushed into the kitchen once he heard you cursed, bad scenarios running through his head. You, who was running your bloody finger through the water, spun around to look at Izana. "The knife slipped out of my grip." you supplied, still hissing from the sting.

"Awww, poor baby, come give me your finger." Izana teased as he took your finger in his palm to take a look at it before plopping it inside his mouth. "I-Izana!" you stuttered at his action before trying to push him away. Doing so, you just realised how he's only wearing a towel with water still dripping from his hair, fresh out of bath.

"Don't move love, I'm trying to help you right now. I'm taking the emergency box don't move." Izana chuckled before moving away and going to the living room where said emergency box is located. "Oh, did I mention your nose is bleeding too?" blood rushed towards your face as you immediately put your finger underneath your nose, hearing Izana's roaring laughter.

"What kind of King am I to let HIS QUEEN got hurt?"

"𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 '𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦', 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 '𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳'"

Placing the white baby's breaths on his grave, you whispered "Even if it takes ten years, this isn't "goodbye", this is simply "see you later".

#[🐨sei.sfw! post]#izana x reader #izana x reader angst #izana angst #izana kurokawa x reader #kurokawa izana x reader #kurokawa izana x you #izana kurokawa x you #kurokawa izana angst #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers x reader #Tokyo Revengers x you #[🐨📝sei.writes!]

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jotatetsuken · 3 years ago

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which house lives inside of you?

solve this quiz and tag your mutuals to do the same! <3

okay oooooh i love this idea hehehe <333 this is my result :D

no pressure tags: @saltyvanilla @mrskenmakozume @chronic-claire-universe @quirrrky @beware-of-the-rogue @novaresque @noekoi @cirigiri @sabyss @wakasa-wifey @miikoos @thoughtfullyrainynightmare @arcanestage @oyasumiares @solamoure @tiddieluvr @kiiraes @megumischubbycheeks @christiansdior @21-06-1996 @oikawas-milk-bread @sweetsbysatori @knwrld (yeah you too hehe) @simpingforthisonedeer @cuz-like-why-not

and others who I've missed that want to chime in <3

#shyna's tag games #shyna bonds with moots #🕷 mer #talk to aisha

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zero-kun · 3 years ago

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I created these icons for me and @noekoi, but you guys, do you want more like these?

#zerokun:sketch♤

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torawro · 3 years ago

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eeeeeeeeeeeek we geekin about kovu????!

apparently we are 👀👀👀👀 there’s s crack in his design and little did i know that was a gateway to liking anime characters with that exact personality

#moots :)#🍫—asks!#noekoi #lion king kovu

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akutashi · 3 years ago

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MY DUMBASS IS SO USED TO SAYING 'BEFORE THE STORM' MY BAD I'M AN IDIOT JUST IGNORE THAT

YOU’RE FINE IT WAS A PLAY ON WORDS AND MY ASS WAS CONFUSED WHEN I WAS WRITING IT TOO AT THE BEGINNING SJJCJFJCJDNFNCJ😂😂😂😭😭

#[📬].m’s mailbox #noekoi

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meowdarame · 3 years ago

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𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬.

pairings: tetta kisaki x f!reader (she/her pronouns, afab!reader)

warnings: NSFW, 18+ MINORS DNI!; alcohol consumption, slight angst/argument (but it’s resolved!), face sitting, oral (f!receiving), m!masturbation, femdom!reader, praise, age gap (5 years), verbal threat (kisaki to sleazy character), one instance of slut-shaming, please lmk if i forgot anything!

word count: 4.1k

notes: happy april 1st! this is the first installation of my birth month event, for she’s a jolly good fellow. shoutout to everyone who beta-read/edited this thing (tagged them below hehe). as always, likes and reblogs are super appreciated!

beta-readers: @christeningsakusa @noekoi @miya-dynasty @pixieinc @devinsdaydreams @portfolio-of-dreams

Kisaki doesn’t know why he agreed to such a stupid request.

Maybe it was the way you pleaded with him with those bright doe eyes, an innocent expression plastered on your face that makes it hard for him to resist you. Or perhaps it was the way you clasped your hands together in a praying position as your lips huffed out into a cute little pout— the look you always flash him whenever you beg him to take you out on an impromptu shopping spree or to fuck you until you can’t even think straight. But overall, he thinks it’s because of how pathetic you sounded when you pleaded with him.

“Please, Tetta,” you whine, clasping onto the sleeve of his coat, your fingers digging into the expensive material. “It wouldn’t be the perfect birthday if my handsome and amazing boyfriend weren’t there.”

Handsome and amazing, huh? You really did know how to stroke his ego, but he can’t cave in so easily.

“Darling,” Kisaki sighs as he tries to pry you off of his coat, but your fingers relent, continuing to cling onto him and creasing the fabric in the process. “You know I barely enjoy Toman parties, much less a college one. It’ll be awkward— I’ll stand out like a sore thumb.”

Your lips purse and your brows furrow as you come up with a solution. After a few moments of tense silence, your eyes light up when you come up with a brilliant idea. “Bring Hanma and the other Toman members!” You cheer, and he shudders at the thought of bringing his subordinates to a party swarming with college-aged girls. That sounds like a news headline just waiting to happen. “You won’t feel as alone if you have friends with you!”

Right as he’s about to open his mouth to shut down the idea, you bury your face into his broad chest, nuzzling into the soft cotton of his button-up dress shirt. “Please, Tetta,” you whisper lightly, voice airy as you soak in the warmth of the one-sided embrace. “All I want for my 21st birthday is you there to celebrate it with me.”

God, you make his heart so soft. The same man who brutally puts a bullet into the head of anyone who gets in his way, the same man who mercilessly treats people as pawns to achieve what he wants, the same man who lied, cheated, and murdered to rise to the top of Japan’s underworld— is the same man who melts like putty at the loving words of his girlfriend who’s five years his junior. He sighs as he wraps his strong arms around your figure, gently placing one hand on the small of your back and the other cradling the back of your head.

“Are you sure this is all you want for your birthday? Not a car, or a diamond necklace, or something?”

You giggle and pull away to look at him. “ I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to any of those things,” you tease, and it makes him chuckle.

“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” The corner of his mouth twitches upwards into a smirk.

“Hmm, perhaps,” you coo and press a soft kiss on his cheek. “But yes, Tetta. I’m sure that this is all I want.”

Kisaki hums once before pulling out his phone, shooting a quick text to Hanma to leave next Saturday night vacant.

…

The first thing that Kisaki notices as he steps into your dimly lit and crowded apartment is that he’s severely overdressed. He was right— he does stand out like a sore thumb.

His tan Armani suit is tailored to fit his figure snugly, accentuating his broad shoulders and slim waist. He foolishly wore his imported Italian dress shoes, its outsoles now being defiled by the sticky mess all over your cheap wooden floor. He wants to assume that it’s just a spilled drink, but he wouldn’t be surprised if one of your friends took one shot too many and failed to make it all the way to the bathroom.

Hanma, on the other hand, is dressed much more appropriately— a seemingly simple outfit consisting of jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers that when totalled together costs more than your month’s rent. He curses his subordinate for not informing him of the standard attire for a college party; unlike Hanma, who frequents college campuses to fraternize with their women, Kisaki never experienced higher-level education and its hedonistic party culture firsthand, having been too busy building up Toman to the behemoth it is today. This whole sphere was foreign to him, until he met you.

He’s shown you his world— taking you to formal parties with his arm fixed to your waist, showing you off and pulling you to the nearest bathroom for a sneaky quickie in the stalls, making his subordinates jealous for dating a pretty young thing like you. Maybe inviting him to your birthday party with your college friends was your way of introducing him to your world— he truly doesn’t know.

“Tetta!” You squeal when you see him and Hanma standing off to the corner. You’re wearing the same dress that he bought you for a previous Toman gala. It’s ridiculously short and tight, hugging your curves and resting just a few inches above your mid-thigh. Your heels clack on the floor as you run into his arms, but before you reach him, you stumble when you accidentally misstep. He reflexively wraps an arm around your waist to catch you, and once you’re stabilized, you pepper kisses all over his cheek and lips. He doesn’t miss the slight slur of your words and the faint scent of alcohol on your breath— he wonders how many drinks you’ve already had.

“You guys made it!” You giggle as you pull away to greet Hanma. “But,” you slur as you search around the room, “where’s everyone else?”

“I didn’t invite them,” Kisaki admits, “it’s probably not the best idea to have a bunch of gang executives centralized in an unguarded location, you know?”

“Aww,” you pout, but your disappointment fades just as quickly as it came. “It’s okay! As long as you’re here!”

He feels you wrap your fingers around his wrist as you whisk him and Hanma off to the kitchen. A few of your friends are in there already, chatting in between guzzling down alcohol in plastic red Solo cups. They promptly leave once the three of you enter, migrating to sit on the living room couch; one of them sends a flirtatious wave in Hanma’s direction before exiting, and he flashes her a smirk back.

“Here, try this!” You say as you hand them a cup filled with a mysterious red liquid. Kisaki sniffs it a few times before taking a sip, the sickeningly sweet liquid overwhelming his tongue with artificial sugar. He definitely prefers the bitterness of a fine, aged bottle of scotch over whatever this shit is.

“Mmm,” he lies through his teeth as he struggles to swallow. “What is this, love?”

“Jungle juice! I made it myself,” you beam, a dopey smile plastered on your lips as your face glows with pride. “How is it?”

“Tastes great!” Hanma boasts as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He’s already downed the entire drink, reaching for the ladle to pour himself another. Despite being two years Kisaki’s senior, Hanma sometimes doesn’t act a day older than twenty-two. Maybe he is drawn to a specific type— troublemakers with a charming personality.

Kisaki is about to open his mouth to speak, but before he can, three forceful knocks ring out from your front door.

“Oh, that must be more guests,” you cheer. “I’ll go open the door for them. Be right back!”

You run off, your figure disappearing around the corner. Kisaki decides to follow you, handing off his full cup of alcohol to Hanma before exiting the kitchen as well. Over the crowd of people, he watches you open the door and five tall, well-built, and handsome men enter your apartment.

“Oh my god!” You shriek, giving each man a tight hug. “You guys made it!”

“Of course we did,” the man at the front of the pack responds, who Kisaki presumes is the group leader. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Piercings adorn their ears and faces; tattoos travel up their arms and necks, and their tight-fitting black clothing leaves very little to the imagination— Kisaki hates them already. They seem like the kind of men who befriend women, becoming as close to them as they possibly can before breaching the boundary of friendship. These men remind him of the idiots he had to fight and murder in his youth during his climb to power, and the resemblance puts a sour taste on his tongue.

“Oh, and also,” the man continues as he pulls out a bottle from behind his back. “Look what we brought!”

“Raspberry vodka!” Your eyes gleam with excitement over the boys’ gift. “How’d you know it’s my favorite?”

The young man shrugs with an amused look on his face, and it makes Kisaki’s expression twist with disgust. “Mmm, I guess you could say I’m pretty perceptive,” your friend chuckles. “But since we brought this bottle, we gotta let the birthday girl take the first drink before everyone else can pour shots with it.”

You roll your eyes but immediately cave in. “Fine, but only since it’s my favorite drink!”

The young man twists the cap off of the glass bottle as you tilt your head back, preparing for him to pour the drink down your throat. Kisaki watches, anger beginning to bubble in his stomach as you guide his wrist to your mouth, waiting expectantly for the sting of the sweet liquor to hit your tongue. The liquid flows out of the mouth of the bottle at a slow and careful pace at first, gradually increasing its rate as the boy tilts the bottle at a steeper angle.

“One.” The boy counts. “Two, three, four.”

It’s like Kisaki’s body is moving on its own— he finds himself halfway through the crowd, eyes still fixated on the nauseating sight before him. He doesn’t know if he wants to scream or cry or call Hanma to beat up these lousy punks who are ruining his night. All he knows is that he doesn’t like the scene unfolding before him.

“Four and a quarter. Four and a half. Four and three-quarters…” The boy counts agonizingly slowly, taking his sweet time and dragging out your pull for as long as he possibly can. Your eyes become misty over the lack of oxygen, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

“Four and four-fifths. Four and nine-tenths…”

Your boyfriend watches in abject disgust when your grip tightens around the man’s wrist— the same way that you do when you’re begging for him to loosen his hold around your throat when he’s fucking you too hard. His vision goes red and his mind is hazy when he stomps over to you and your so-called “friends,” stopping the shitshow unraveling before him.

“I think she’s had enough,” Kisaki growls as he forcibly removes the bottle from your lips, accidentally spilling some of the liquor on your top in the process.

“Dude, what’s your fucking problem?” The young man snaps, but before he could respond with a witty clapback, Kisaki turns to face him, eyes low and swarming with blood lust.

“If one more word comes out of your fuckin’ mouth, I’ll pop a bullet into your chest. Understood?”

The young man and his posse all nod their heads, slowly backing away as Kisaki grabs you by your forearm and drags you to your bedroom. He angrily slams the door shut before beginning his verbal assault.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Kisaki fumes at you. “Is this why you invited me here? So that you could show me how much of a slut you are when I’m not around?”

You try to plead with him and calm him down, arms outstretched and running up and down his tense muscles. “Baby, no… I promise you they’re just my neighbors. They helped me carry boxes up to my apartment last week and I wanted to return the favor, so I invited them…”

Your words don’t even register in his mind; he’s already made up his own narrative. “See, this is exactly why I don’t want you living on-campus.” He shakes his head and pinches his nose bridge, brain beginning to ache with fury. “This is why you should live with me, so that you don’t need to interact with scum of the earth like them, so that I can keep an eye on you and make sure no one messes with what’s mine, so that I can make sure that you behave and don’t start acting like a—”

Your sniffles draw his attention to you. Mascara tears stream down your face, your lips quiver and jut out into a pout, and your shoulders heave up and down as you sniffle. You look pained and heartbroken, and every inkling of anger that was once in Kisaki’s body disappears; his only concern now is that you’re okay.

“Tetta,” you croak out, voice shaky, and he can tell it’s taking every ounce of strength in your body not to wail. “I’m sorry. I know that you don’t like it when I talk to other boys, but you know I don’t like it when you’re mean.”

He wraps his arms around you, enveloping you into a warm embrace as his hand cradles the back of your head. “Baby, I’m so sorry. Please don’t cry. I don’t like getting mad at you either, and I don’t mean anything I said. It’s just my insecurities… and sometimes they get projected onto you… God, I’m such an idiot!” His palm slaps his forehead in frustration; he’s too embarrassed to even face you right now.

He feels his heart sink to his stomach, feeling like he ruined your birthday and that there’s nothing he can do to fix it, but then he hears you giggle. “I know, you big baby,” you whisper. “It’s okay, I forgive you.” With your words, he’s finally able to relax his shoulders because he knows that you’re no longer upset.

“Good, sweetheart,” he pulls you from his chest and stares at you lovingly. “Let’s go back out to your party, okay?”

You slowly shake your head. “Nuh-uh, not yet Tetta. My makeup is completely ruined— I can’t go out looking like this!” Kisaki chuckles and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, and a sly expression creeps up on your pretty features. “Plus,” you add on, your sultry voice giving away your intentions, “I said that I forgive you, but not that I’m completely over it. You still need to make it up to me.”

Kisaki cocks his eyebrow at you, playing along with your game. “And how do you want me to do that, princess? Want me to fuck you so hard and ruin your makeup even more?”

He cups your cheeks in his palms, pulling your face towards his. He kisses you slowly and passionately, savoring the sweet, citrusy taste of alcohol on your lips. You don’t let the kiss deepen, however, you pull away with a cute giggle, and it makes his brows furrow. Are you laughing at him? Why are you rejecting his advances?

“That sounds really nice, Tetta. But no,” you answer so assuredly that it makes his heart skip a beat. “I actually have something else in mind.”

His body heats up as you lead him to the edge of your bed, pushing him to sit down. You’re standing above him, hands wandering up and down his torso before they slide his coat off. His skin feels like it's on fire when your nimble fingers unbutton his dress shirt, tossing the fabric to the side. Your hand pushes him back so that he’s lying down on the bed with his knees dangling over the edge; he feels his dick hardening in his slacks, aching and making the material feel so constricting. He just wants to be inside you already.

You lift the hem of your skirt, bunching the material around your waist and exposing your lacy panties. Your fingers hook underneath the waistband of your underwear, slipping the garment off and letting it pool around your ankles on the floor. You slowly and teasingly crawl over Kisaki, eyeing him up and down as if he were your prey.

“Wait, babe,” his breath hitches when he feels your pussy brush over his hardened cock. “M-my pants. I need to take them o-off—”

His next words are completely muffled when you place your bare cunt onto his lips.

“Tetta,” you coo. “You’re gonna make it up to me, right? You’re gonna let me use you, hmm baby?”

He’s so intoxicated by your taste that he can’t even think straight— all he’s able to do is nod in between your legs and mumble an “mhmm” into your folds. Your thighs tremble at the sensations, and it shoots sparks of electricity to his leaking cock.

“Good boy.” He feels you thread your fingers through his blonde locks, tugging at his roots as you begin to grind your hips against his face. “My good boy. Making me feel so fucking good.”

Kisaki whimpers as his tongue frantically swipes back and forth over your swollen clit, matching the rhythm and motions of your swiveling hips. He digs his fingers into the flesh of your ass, trying to find purchase and ground himself while you use him like a toy. The pressure in his pants is becoming too much; he ruts his hips up into the air, searching for any kind of friction, but ultimately finding none.

You giggle cutely above him. “Tetta, if you wanna cum, you can touch yourself baby. I’m not gonna help you though, you need to do it yourself.”

His hands immediately fly down to his belt buckle, clumsily fumbling around with the metal until he’s able to undo it. He swiftly slides his pants and underwear to his mid-thigh, allowing his aching cock to spring upwards and slap against his abdomen.

You turn to look behind you, drinking in the pretty sight. His tip is a deep reddish-purple, his slit leaky from the lack of stimulation. The vein that runs on the underside of his shaft is protruding through his skin more than usual.

“I’ll never get tired of looking at your cock, Tetta,” you marvel. “So fucking pretty. Prettiest I’ve ever seen.” You spit into your hand and pump his length a few times, only to pull away once his cock is properly slicked up. He whines against your pussy, but you don’t take any pity on him.

“Go ahead baby, you got it from here.”

He wastes no time in wrapping his hand around his dick, his strokes matching the same rapid pace as your hips against his face. He feels so hot yet so ashamed— he’s being used like a human toy, your pussy is gagging him and physically preventing him from speaking, and he feels his orgasm looming even though he barely started touching himself. God, it’s so embarrassing, but honestly, he kinda likes it.

“Baby, gonna cum,” you mewl above him. Your hips stutter and your thighs begin to tremble as you feel your euphoric high just within your reach. “You want that, don’t you Tetta? Want me to make a mess on your handsome face? Such a dirty, naughty boy.”

Your words make Kisaki spill into his palm and all over his abs, his hips bucking upwards as his hand milks his cock dry. You cum not long after him, your thighs squeezing the sides of his head with so much force he feels lightheaded. Once you completely ride out your high, you remove yourself from his face, plopping down on the bed next to him. He knows that his lips and chin are glistening and sticky from your cum, and it makes him chuckle and shake his head.

“Fuck, now I look like a mess too,” he pants out between labored breaths.

You prop yourself up on one arm next to him, and your thumb swipes his lips and chin to collect your cum.

“It’s okay, baby. Let me help you clean up,” you tease as you shove your thumb into his mouth. “Suck.”

He eagerly runs his tongue all around the digit, savoring the sweet taste. Once finished, you pull your thumb out of his mouth and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“Never knew you had that in you, fucking brat,” he jokes. You laugh with him and shrug your shoulders.

“Life is more fun with surprises, don’t you think?”

His lips curl upwards into a smirk. “I guess so.”

You kiss him one more time before standing up, picking up your panties from the floor and handing him a box of baby wipes from your drawer. You both clean yourselves up and redress, but you insist on buttoning his dress shirt, your fingers gently trailing down his torso as you fix each button one by one.

“Can’t have people know about what we just did, ‘Mr. I Care About My Public Image!’” You tease him, sticking your tongue out playfully. His heart swells with pride— the fact that you enjoy doing things for him out of love makes him fall for you even more.

Kisaki stands behind you as you sit in front of your vanity and fix your makeup— he enjoys these mundane and domestic moments with you the most. He watches as you loosely swipe your brush over your cheeks and fan your hand over the adhesive of your fake lashes, his eyes fixated on your skillful hands while you perform your little rituals that he’s grown to love. Once finished, you both smooth out your clothes one last time before stepping out of your bedroom door.

The first thing you both see as you exit the door is Hanma, whose golden eyes immediately grow wider upon seeing his boss and his girlfriend. “I was looking for you,” Hanma says, not to his superior but to you. “Your friends wanted to play a round of rage cage, but they didn’t want to start the game without the birthday girl. You should go play.”

You thank him and give Kisaki a peck on his cheek before running off, heels clacking against the floor as you excitedly scurry off to your friends. Your boyfriend shakes his head and chuckles to himself over how cute you are.

“So,” Hanma’s voice breaks his boss’s train of thought. “You were in there for a long time. What were y’all doing?”

Kisaki clears his throat, holding his balled up fist in front of his mouth. “Talking.”

His underboss’s smirk grows even wider and his eyebrows raise in intrigue over Kisaki’s answer. “C’mon, boss. I’m not stupid. I can tell when a girl redid her makeup after she performs certain activities. You can never fully cover up mascara tear stains!” He throws his head back in a fit of jovial laughter, but Kisaki isn’t amused.

“She was crying and I comforted her.” He refuses to indulge his subordinate’s antics. “That’s why she had to redo her makeup. Get your head out of the gutter, Hanma.”

“Right,” his friend drawls, nodding his head a few times when he realizes that Kisaki won’t cave. Hanma’s eyes flicker down to Kisaki’s dress shirt, and the sight makes his grin settle deeper into his cheeks. “Alright boss, I believe you.” Hanma’s about to walk away, but before he does, he leans into Kisaki’s ear.

“You might want to go to the bathroom and check your shirt though— it’s buttoned incorrectly. I always knew you were the kinda guy to get horny when angry,” Hanma teases before sauntering away, hands shoved into his pockets.

A heat floods Kisaki’s cheeks, making them burn bright red in embarrassment. His gaze flies across the room and meets yours; his brows furrow in confusion when he sees the look on your face. You’re smirking and biting your lip to prevent yourself from giggling. You wave at him, fingers dancing in the air playfully before they reach down and tug at the neckline of your top.

His fingers run up and down his shirt and that’s when he feels it— the first button is skipped, misaligning all the rest. The realization dawns on him that you buttoned his shirt wrong on purpose.

Kisaki ruffles his hands through his hair as his heart rate picks up. A million thoughts whirl through his mind, but one thing is for certain: his penance has only just begun.

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