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eempyreall · 1 month ago

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♪ 𝐺𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑦 𝐽𝑎𝑛𝑛 ♪

༺ Temptation ༻

Oneshot ~ Omega Kings x Alpha Female Reader

Summary ~ You, an alpha maid, must clean the room of the omegan kings while they are in the middle of their heat. You mustn’t allow them to tempt you or you will surely be executed.

Featuring ~ Sano Manjiro and Kurokawa Izana—Kakucho and Sanzu Haruchiyo will be side characters

Extra Notes ~ This is the fandom version of this story. If you want to read the non fandom that provides original characters, press this link.

This story should only be posted under eempyreall on my tumblr. Report if you see it posted under anyone else but me.

l apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Warning ~

You and the characters are 21+. Although I picture the reader as a black cis-gendered female, physical appearance will not be described at all.

Content within this story may not be realistic or factual.

I do not condone any of the behavior displayed within the story.

There may be dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit content, sexual content, non consensual and/or dubious consensual content, etc.

That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

It was troubling to present as an alpha while working under omegan authority. Sure, being an alpha as a royal or upper-class citizen has its perks, but classifying as the sub-gender when you're a commoner or someone who serves under a higher power is intimidating.

Omegas, men or women alike, tend to be manipulative, calculative, and sneaky. Their ethereal appearance and nurturing aura open broad opportunities for them—especially in a society ruled by omegan kings.

Many alphas have been castrated amongst the public. Their wrists are chained to a wooden bar as they hang, bodies bare and exposed to the eyes of the belligerent crowd. Alphas and omegas alike cheer as the culprit's clitoris or penis is chopped off.

Unfortunately, many do not deserve to be treated as such criminals when they are purposefully set up to force a rut or lied on. There are never trials nor any need for proof of such cases. Because of the dire circumstances, omegas will always be a priority. If only some omegas didn't take advantage of the system that's made to be in their favor.

You did your best to stay far away from the sub-gender. You only cleaned within the areas you were assigned. You kept to yourself, even amongst the other maids and servants. Even they can be conniving as a way to climb the ranks of the service industry. The higher you get, the more gold you receive.

That’s why, when you were directed to personally clean the kings’ heat room, you were bewildered. The brothers were known for their strength and cold demeanor. Despite presenting as omegas, they lacked the nurturing attribute that the sub-gender is popular for. Many have been fooled by their delicate features and challenged them head-on, resulting in the victims’ deaths.

When the kings attend public executions, they sit on their thrones with their legs crossed and their faces resting in the palms of their hands as the crowd goes wild during the legal murder. If the victim is just a measly servant or maid, they are instantly struck by the omegas' bare hands.

It was an outright death sentence to even be near the omegans. Anything could set them off. You've witnessed some of your fellow service members get murdered in cold blood, all by a simple kick to their heads. The brothers' presence is suffocating, and you have made sure to stay out of their vicinity.

Both of the kings shared equal intensity when it came to the glimmer of their eyes. King Manjiro has irises darker than night. They are dull and icy as they pierce into your soul. There is a natural narrow shape to his lids. Long black strands frame his jawline elegantly as he forever wears an unreadable, emotionless gaze.

Considering his height, he is consistently underestimated by other royal families, constantly challenged by the alphas who intend to court him. He proves them wrong with a strong kick to the face, forcing the trembling alphas to bow after the humiliating display.

King Izana has a naturally calculative glow to his purple irises. His haunting gaze holds a mask of eerie calmness. His platinum hair is slicked back, with a strand that flows over his face, and a faint unreadable grin that gives a sinister edge to his appearance.

Similarly to his brother, he is often underestimated until he proves himself worthy of etiquette and grace. Only, he is more patient with his movements, as he seems to enjoy taunting his prey.

Here you are, an alpha who dares to invade the space of their most vulnerable positions. Why would the knights send you instead of another omega? You couldn’t figure it out as you stood outside the grand doors of their heat room, the scents already thick through the doors as they reached your mask.

Fortunately, you took suppressants this morning, as you normally do to abide by the rules of the castle. They should last until the evening arrives, which is only an hour away. That should give you enough time to finish your work and flee.

You took a deep breath before slowly opening the door, peeking through the crack before stepping inside.

In your view were the kings, deep in slumber, both men entangled within the scrambled silks concealing their bodies. You were relieved to see them consumed by exhaustion, your presence unnoticed as you stepped into the room and quietly closed the door behind you.

You bow toward their right-hand knights, who stand by the doorway—King Manjiro’s being Sanzu, an intimidating omega whose gaze pierces your soul despite his delicate features and long pink hair. King Izana’s right-hand knight, Kakucho, another omega, stood just as menacingly as Manjiro’s knight, though his gaze toward you was softer. His short black strands framed his jawline as he stood straight.

You set the basket down, ignoring the suffocating atmosphere that caused sweat to bead against your skin. Sliding the gloves onto your hands, you began to set the cleaning supplies to the side.

One of the tasks assigned to you was to remove the dirty silks and replace them. This was a requirement you’d have to complete first to avoid accidentally rubbing cleaning liquids onto the kings’ skin.

You dreaded this moment, not wanting to get too close. Yet, you had to make your move so you could hurry and scrub the room clean.

You quickly make your way to the bed, the platinum-haired man nearest to you as you walk closer. You eyed both males’ sleeping faces. They looked peaceful and delicate, a reddened hue blooming across their cheeks as their slightly pouty lips rested while they slept.

Despite the circumstances, you took a moment to admire the kings’ natural omega beauty. Their torsos displayed abs similar to those of the knights which is an unexpected attribute for omega males. Quickly, you shook off the distraction and reached for a piece of the silk, carefully planning to extract it from the body entangled within.

Abruptly, a hand snatched your wrist before you could succeed. Your eyes widened as his eyelids shot open. Purple irises shifted toward you, and your heartbeat began to accelerate. You stood trembling in your spot as King Izana stared at you intensely, an unreadable expression in his gaze.

You immediately bowed, your wrist still grasped in his hand.

“Greetings, Your Majesty. I’ve been advised to replace your silks and clean this room,” you said with a steady voice.

“Hm,” he responds, the corner of his lips shifting upward. You yelp as you’re yanked over him, landing on top of him as he sits up.

“Dear little alpha, were you planning to have your way with me?” The red on his face grew, as did the heightened pheromones, the smell of cinnamon reaching your mask as you felt a hard structure poke below you.

“Huh?! No—of course not, Your Majesty! I would never,” you gasp as your head drops to see the lengthy girth poking out of the red silk.

You felt heat rush to your face as you attempted to pull away, the head of his bare cock poking your concealed vagina. His free arm circles around your waist as he tugged you forward.

“Alphas are such filthy creatures. Is this what you want?” Izana’s grin grew wider as he lifted his hips, arousal thick in the air as he gripped you tighter.

“My intentions were only to replace your silks and clea—!” you were cut off by another voice.

“Alpha?” You feel Manjiro’s breath against your neck as another pair of arms wrap around you from behind. The smell of citrus apple reached your nostrils as you felt a hardness against your lower back.

You gasp when you feel the omega behind you tug the fabric of your pants. Manjiro quietly pants as he makes an attempt to tear off your bottoms. Izana grabs the string behind your ear to pull the mask off.

He growled at the lack of your reaction to his scent when he tossed it to the side. He snatched your neck with a frown as he pulled you forward.

“Aren’t you supposed to be begging me to eat your pussy? Is there something wrong with you?” He hissed.

You held Manjiro’s wrists against your lap as you spoke, “It would not be right, Your Majesty! I have no desire to take advantage of either one of you.”

“You don’t want me?” Manjiro questioned with a tone that caused guilt to fill your heart. Izana grasped your jaw as his purple irises pierced you.

“You dare to reject your kings?”

You think their knights would step in by now, but the omegans haven’t budged from their spots. You can feel their eyes observing the display.

“I mean no disrespect, My King! I am nothing but a maid. I am not fit to be your alpha,” you try to reason with Izana.

You did not want to get caught up and blamed for something you didn’t do. You need to escape quickly, before your rut is triggered by their pheromones. You could feel your suppressants weakening by the minute and you had no intention of getting castrated or killed.

“Excuses,” Manjiro breathed before successfully ripping the waistband of your pants. Izana yanked your gloves off before tossing them to the side.

Suddenly, Manjiro pulls you back as he lands on his bottom. His legs rest on either side of your thighs as he tightens his grip around your waist. His lips press against your neck as you feel the hardness against your back pressing into you harder.

Izana's silks draped over his body as he crawled between your legs. He dug his nails into the fabric of your thin uniform, shredding the top from the middle and exposing your bra.

“Shit—wait!” you exclaim, grabbing Izana's wrists. You forgot to use honorifics as they continued to scent the room, purposefully baiting you.

Manjiro's hands wandered to your breasts, squeezing them before peeling the straps of your bra. When you begin to feel the suppressants wearing off, you use as much strength as you can muster to shove Izana off you and jump off the bed, falling onto your bottom in the process.

“Fuck!” you hiss in pain as the two omegas eyed you from the bed, panting as their irises shimmered. You could see that their pupils had completely dilated.

Your head turns to the knights standing in the same spot. The omegas stood there, eyeing you with stern expressions.

You begin to feel exposed, embarrassment rising to your cheeks as you cover yourself with your arms, knees pulled to your chest. You shakily pull yourself up as you avoid eye contact with everyone in the room. Surprisingly, they allow you to grab the supplies and run out.

A few days passed, and you found yourself among a huge crowd of individuals awaiting the next castration. A man was chained to the platform, hanging with his feet off the ground, completely naked. The royals sat pretty with their knights, watching from above.

“Hey, what did this guy do?” you asked in confusion, catching the attention of the woman next to you.

“He took advantage of the kings during their heat. I pity those beautiful omegas. What a disgrace to the rest of us alphas,” she said, crossing her arms before turning back toward the platform.

Your eyebrows furrowed in disbelief as you watched the executioner approach with his weapon. Your breath hitched as realization struck.

It was a test. The kings had set you up to see if you would fail. The brothers deceived the public to maintain control and spread fear, especially among the alphas. The man hanging from the stage could have been you. A lump formed in your throat as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. They were truly sinister.

You turned away from the screaming man, closing your eyes as the crowd cheered for his demise. The severed half of his penis dropped to the ground, blood spraying everywhere. You remained unaware of the piercing gazes lingering on your form.

You were in the middle of scrubbing the floor of the room you had been assigned to. Your knees were pressed against the cold marble floor as you tossed the sponge into the bucket. You were still shaken up by the display that morning. Had you not suppressed your alpha instincts from taking over, you would’ve surely been castrated amongst the vicious public.

“Dear Y/n,” you heard a familiar voice behind you.

The kings’ signature aromas swirled in the air as they reached your nostrils. Your body shot upright as you turned to face the omegas, their knights standing behind them.

“Uh, Your Majesties,” you bowed quickly toward the brothers to show your respect. You missed the smirks tugging at their lips.

You yelped as a shoe pressed down on your upper back, your face smushed to the floor along with your hands plastered against the marble.

“Such a satisfying position to see you in,” King Izana said, his voice low as he continued to apply pressure. “We have a proposition for you.”

“You are to become our designated guide for heats,” he stated, a finality in his tone that indicated there was no room for denial.

Your eyes widened at the statement. You were unsure if this was some sort of trick. Even if it was the truth, you simply could not accept the conditions. You didn’t want to become a slave to these vicious monsters.

“With all due respect, Your Majesty, I am not fit to become the royals’ alpha. I will have to decline your proposition, though I’m very grateful and honored,” your gut clenched as you felt more pressure against your back.

Shoes entered your view before the person crouched down, your eyes lifting to meet the attention of the shorter king.

“Who do you think you are?” Manjiro’s dull gaze, filled with nothingness, sent goosebumps across your arms.

You really wanted to ask what their problem was. Why were they trying so hard to get you killed? Why couldn’t they just kick you and get it over with? Was this how they played with some of their prey? It was confusing and truly exhausting. You just wanted them to leave you alone.

“I—I meant no disrespect—,” you squealed as the collar of your shirt was snatched, Izana yanking you upright.

Your fingers grasped the front collar of your top, which was tight around your neck. Izana pulled you back just enough to make eye contact.

“My apologies, Alpha. I completely worded that wrong. It is not a proposition. You will be our heat guide,” he demanded, an eerie smile lingering on his expression.

After a moment of the stare-down from the kings and knights, he released his grip on your shirt, causing you to land with your palms against the floor, leaving you to return to your duties.

“Damnit!” you exclaimed, smacking the floor.

“Interesting isn’t she?” Izana questioned Manjiro as they walked to the throne room.

His brother nodded as his eyes shifted in contemplation. “I don’t really like the rejection,” Manjiro hummed.

“Neither do I, but this is only the beginning,” Izana grinned before turning to his knight.

“What do you think, Kakucho?”

The man in question shifted his gaze to the king, blinking before clearing his throat.

“I think that she’s different compared to other alphas,” he replied softly.

“What about you, Sanzu?” Manjiro asked his own knight.

“I think that all alphas are unworthy of the kings’ presence, though I agree with Kakucho,” he said with a stern tone.

“I want to see how interesting she’ll be without the supply of suppressants,” Izana chuckled.

Weeks had passed since the interaction, and you were dreading their upcoming heat. You had no experience with omegas’ heats and no idea how to prepare. The kings hadn’t made it easy for you either.

You couldn’t find your suppressant pills, and when you went to the head maid to request more tablets, she declined as per the kings’ orders. You spent hours in the library, researching heats and alternative ways to suppress ruts.

You found a helpful passage on how to remain in control, realizing that, although your instincts would be screaming and yearning for omega cock, you would have to keep your mind in check while focusing on helping the omegas release their tension. In the end, the omegas were the priority.

There was also an herbal remedy in the book that you had crafted to help suppress those urges just enough to stay in control. You refused to allow the kings to break you.

Oddly enough, some of the omegan maids seemed happy for you and gifted you two rubber objects to aid the kings during their heat. They explained how to turn the products on and use them. You were already familiar with vibrators, but only the toys that provided suction for the clitoris. You hadn’t known about the rubber toys shaped as cocks.

The knights closed the doors behind you as you stepped into the heat room, the air already suffocating with the warmth of omegan pheromones.

You were slightly intimidated by the low rumbles and groans of the kings, their bodies loosely draped in silks similar to the last time you were here. This time, however, the brothers were awake.

You could hear the frustration in their voices as they whimpered, Manjiro using two of his fingers to penetrate his anal hole while yanking at his dripping, pulsating cock. His face was red, as well as the bottom lip he chewed on. Izana palmed his testicles while sliding his hand up-and-down his slick cock. His face shared the same red hue as his brother while his eyebrows were furrowed.

You took a deep breath before releasing it from your lips, stepping closer to the two—this time, nearer to Manjiro. You could feel the urges tugging at you, compelling you to please these poor omegas. You sucked your teeth to keep your fangs from protruding, a desire to bite their neck glands forming as their fumes and cries went straight to your clit.

Their eyes shot open as they became aware of your presence, their panting growing heavier. Manjiro reached out, tugging at your arm.

“Alpha, I—I need you,” he breathed. “It hurts.”

“Hurry up! F—fucking alpha, taking your time while I’m s—suffering,” Izana seethed.

You were surprised by how needy they were this time. Rummaging through the bag, you pulled out the two toys the maids had gifted you before climbing onto the bed. Before they could snatch at you, your hands shot up after placing the vibrators onto the fabric.

“It’s alright, omegas. I have a wonderful surprise for you,” you cooed, just as the book had instructed. It felt strange and completely out of character for you, but you knew it would help your situation.

Their eyes brightened as they leaned back with a bit more patience. When you told Manjiro to spread his legs, he immediately complied. You quickly lathered a rubber cock with the substance you had brought.

“Alright, we're going to try something fun today. I don't know if you've used these toys before, but I'm sure you'll like it,” you said with a smile. Manjiro's lips formed an 'O' as he stared at the object in your hand.

Truth be told, neither he nor Izana had seen anything like it. Usually, they used whatever alphas were available and called it a day.

Most alphas didn't even try to maintain control over their ruts once triggered, which often led to them becoming castrated after aggressively fucking the kings, committing a disrespectful act.

They could smell your arousal and were very confused as to how you stayed within your right mind. It drove them crazy how you seemed to be in complete control of your actions. They wanted to see how far they could push so you could reveal yourself as another disgusting mutt. But here you are, surprising them before the session even started.

“Are you ready, omega?” You question Manjiro with a soft tone. You read that it was good to call them ‘omega’ during their heats and to treat them with care.

Once he nodded in response, you set the head of the toy against his anus before slowly pushing the rubber inside. His anal walls clenched as he stretched around the vibrator. His lips fell apart as his head fell back against the pillow, a breathy moan escaping.

“Shit,” Manjiro whispered. His hips twitch upward as the rubber reaches his prostate. His fingers twist into the sheets as his testicles tense.

“I’m going to switch it on, okay?” You say as you twist the bottom of the toy to the second to lowest setting, a buzzing sound echoing throughout the room.

Manjiro gasped as he thrusted against the air. “That’s so good, Alpha,” he groaned as he fucked his hand.

His moans go straight to your clit, the smell of your own arousal thickening. However, you seemed unbothered by the display. You kept your urges at bay and reminded yourself that this isn’t about you or your pleasure. It’s about aiding the omegas to their release.

A hand yanked your arm to the side, almost causing you to fall onto the bed as you kneeled.

“You’re t—taking so long! I need you now,” Izana hissed as he glared at you. Before you could think, your hand reached for his neck and pinned him down, his eyes widening.

“You will be a good omega, and wait your turn,” your voice becomes low, surprising yourself in the process.

Holy shit.

Your alpha instincts must be taking over as to remain in control of the situation.

“It’s gonna be alright, okay? I was just about to get your toy ready so can you be patient with me, please?” You sighed. You honestly couldn’t believe your own voice. You hope that you won’t be punished for this later.

The red hue on Izana’s face grew as he nodded, slightly pouting in the process. You give him a smile before reaching to pat his head.

“Such a good omega. I’ll make sure to take very good care of you,” you tell him before returning your attention to a hysterical Manjiro. Izana stares at you with awe in response.

You begin to penetrate Manjiro’s anus, his hole stretching around the rubber toy as it sinks into his tight anal walls. The slick soaks the vibrator and your fingers as you accelerate the pace.

“A—alpha, please touch me,” Manjiro moaned with teary eyes.

He couldn’t stop thrusting his hips, the sensation buzzing through his backside too euphoric as his girth pulsates. A white substance continued to ooze out of his reddened tip as the citrus, apple scent heightened.

You comply, your free hand firmly wrapping around his length as you begin to slide against his thrusts as you penetrate him faster. You made sure to continue aiming for his prostate.

“Does that feel good for you, omega?” You question with curiosity. His teary eyes gazed at you from his position.

“S—so good. It feels so good, alpha. M’ gonna cum,” he groaned as his head fell back once more.

Manjiro’s thrusts became harder against your hand as he cursed. He wanted to replace your hand with your pussy. He wants you to ride him as he grinds into you, filling you with his semen as you moan out his name. You’re driving him fucking crazy. Suddenly, a wad of slick shoots out of his cock as he rode his orgasm. The alpha in you wanted to lick it all up but you kept yourself tamed. This is a job that you must complete and you must stay professional.

He pants until he falls into a slumber, his cock slowly going flaccid as his chest rose and fell. You grab the second toy after slowly pulling the used one out of Manjiro’s ass.

“Alright, omega. It’s your turn now,” you say with a grin. You saw a shimmer in Izana’s eyes as you shifted toward him with the toy in hand.

His poor cock leaks pitifully, the tip redder than Manjiro’s as it throbbed upward. It twitched along with his testicles twitching, slick dripping down the skin.

You use a thumb to gently caress the underside of his head, your fingers curved around the girth.

“Does it hurt?” You ask, to which he nods with a slight whimper escaping his lips as you rub gently against the vein.

“P—please, alpha. I n—need to fuck you,” he pleads. You never thought that you’d see the day where king Izana would beg to be fucked by an alpha maid.

It was pitiful but also arousing. His eyes weren’t as teary as Manjiro’s but you could see the swirl of desire embedded within his gaze.

Suddenly, you could smell two other unknown scents fill the room, turning your head to see the knights still standing in place, though their expressions are a lot redder and their hands tremble slightly around their weapons. Despite their expressionless gazes, you knew that the aura of the room was probably affecting them too. You know that you must hurry.

“I cannot risk a rut to take place. I will fuck you with the vibrator as I did before, okay? Keep your legs spread, for me,” you say while caressing his cock.

Your head lowered as you used his slick as a lube and slowly pushed the vibrator inside of his anus. Your lips circle around the head of his cock, the sweet substance reaching your tongue as you sucked the tip.

“Oh—oh, fuck,” Izana groaned as your arm pinned one of his thighs in place. Your hand massaged the rest of his cock as you continued to suck his tip.

You feel his hips rise as he tries to grind against you, the head of the toy reaching his prostate as you penetrate him at a steady pace. You feel the weight of his hand on the back of your head.

His head drops back, eyelids heavy as his mouth hangs open. He bit his lip as he grinds harder against you.

Your hand stopped your mouth from going further as you used your other hand to switch the vibrator to a slightly higher setting than you did for Manjiro.

“L—look at me! Look at what you’re fucking doing to me, alpha,” he groaned as his eyes bore into yours. “I’m gonna cum so hard,” he whimpered.

Izana has never been pleasured like this before. No alpha, man or woman, has ever taken their time to attentively take care of him and his brother. It’s never felt this beautiful before. He wants to snatch you from his cock and plunge himself deep inside you. He wants to force you onto your hands and knees and return the favor. He wants to feel you clenching around him while you cry.

You feel his cock tense in your mouth as you press the vibrator as far into him as you can, slick filling your mouth as your eyes widen. He moans loudly through his orgasm as sweat beads around his head.

“Swallow it! Swallow my semen, alpha. I want you to consume me,” Izana groaned as he held your head, nails digging into your scalp.

You comply, your clit gaining a heartbeat as you close your eyes and breathe deeply. You almost triggered your own rut by the load of his cum filling your belly. When Izana commands you to open your mouth to see that you gulped it all down, you comply.

“That’s right,” he breathed a chuckle, his eyes drowsy as he slowly fell into a deep slumber.

That night, you stayed in the bathroom, using your own suctioned vibrator as you orgasmed hard from the memories in your head. Your alpha instincts have gone haywire as you were locked inside, sitting on the floor. All of the pent up energy had been fucked out of you by your own fingers.

Days had passed as you helped them through the process each day and night. Each night you masturbated after it was over, releasing your tension so that you wouldn’t go crazy. You missed having suppressants to help get you through the days. It was needed now more than ever.

This continued for months. It became harder and harder to control yourself as time went on. Not only were you forced to spend more time with them during heats, but even on normal days. You were compelled to keep them company, no matter what they had planned. They became more touchy and showed a lack of respect for your boundaries.

They constantly wanted you by their side, to the point that you were forced to sleep in their beds, switching between the two each night. It made it harder for you to sneak off and release your tension, considering their tight holds. They barely allowed you to go use the restroom when you were trapped in their arms.

You couldn’t use them to release yourself, or else you’d go into a rut. You also didn’t want to be this close and personal with them in the first place. This was supposed to be a professional job, not something you signed up for. You didn’t agree to become a sex slave.

One night became too much for you as they tempted you. Unknown to you, they were doing it on purpose. They wanted your pussy so bad and they were willing to do anything to have it. It was confusing as to how a pill that forced a heat could affect an alpha the same as it would an omega.

“Ah!” You whine out as Manjiro’s fingers tightened around your waist, thrusting into you as his cock stretched your vagina. His teeth penetrated the skin of your neck gland as he used his free hand to hold your head down.

“Good, omega. You’re taking this cock so well,” he whispered against your ear with your blood staining his teeth. You could only whimper in response as your g-spot was consistently hit.

Tears streamed down your face as you accidentally made eye contact with the knights that stood in front of the doorway. You couldn’t read their expressions, shifting your eyes away quickly with embarrassment as your body rocked against Manjiro. Both of your walls clenched around the cocks inside of you.

“That’s right, omega. Cum for your kings,” Izana hissed as he penetrated your ass harder, his slick gushing out of your ass. His grip on your hips tightened as he leaned forward, his silks draping over you.

You felt your rut triggered as your fangs shot out. You tried to turn away from Manjiro’s shoulder as your vision shifted, pupils dilating. You couldn’t stop the whimpers and moans from releasing as you gripped Manjiro’s hair.

“Claim me, Y/n. Mark your alpha,” his lips moved against your ear. You groaned a curse in response.

You didn’t want to claim them. You didn’t want to be trapped with an omega in the slightest. You didn’t even want a normal mate in general. You especially didn’t want to mate with the kings. You are not cut out to be a queen.

“Please don’t,” you breathed.

Your plead caused them to fuck into you harder, your inner walls clenching around them as your mouth hung open. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you grunted.

“Come on, baby. Mark me,” Manjiro groaned. He could feel the warmth in his stomach rising.

“It’s in your blood, Y/n. Do it! Mark your claim,” Izana grinned as his nails pierced your skin.

You really tried to fight off your alpha instincts. It was so hard to ignore. You had to let it go. You had to release the tension.

Manjiro released a high-pitched moan as your fangs sunk into his neck gland.

“Fuck, you’re mine. Now you’re all mine,” he smiled as tears streamed down his face with blood sliding down his neck.

Once the positions were switched, you ended up marking Izana who enthusiastically accepted your claim.

“Mine, mine, mine!”

It was a filthy, sweaty, and hot night as you all fell into a slumber. When you woke up, you felt immediate terror at what you had done. Especially when you felt the marks on your own neck.

“No, no, no,” you hyperventilate. “What have I done?”

One day, you even tried to flee the castle. You were overwhelmed with your new responsibilities, the consequences of your actions.

Sanzu and Kakucho caught you before you could even make it out the door. They dragged you back to the heat room to wait for the kings to return.

You screamed in terror when you found out you were pregnant. You didn’t want a kid nor did you want the royal heir. You were forced to be queen and forced to bear the responsibility of birthing the child.

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haitanology · 9 months ago

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all is said and done before doomsday comes ; s62 x fem!reader

—it’s no secret that tenjiku brings misfortune to all those whose red fabric bleeds onto their skin. before the dooming tragedy crashes upon all of your closest friends, you indulge yourselves in a night where all limits break, tasting what once was forbidden to them.

warning — smut (mdni) ! gangbang, sub!reader, rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), orgasm denial, double penetration, anal, dacryphilia, squirting, lots of cum/spit/tears, creampie, praising, body worship, overstimulation, size kink, reader’s eyes are covered at one point, 69, mating press (?), some of them are filthy little freaks and others nasty little shits, kakucho not invited bc he was 14 at the time, got a master’s in dickology i guess bc never have i ever described so many with such detail, there’s probably more i missed idk

wc ~ 9.6k

note, this. this is what i bring to the function. the inability to write porn without plot, always shoving in feelings everywhere.

part i. my heart for thought.

the day before the fight between tenjiku and toman, all men close to you meet up for dinner at your apartment. a tradition dear to you ever since they were boys, with so much anger on their cupped hands spilled in the violence that filled their every desire. yet, not a single drop ever splashed onto you, their touch soft albeit drenched in murderous blood.

paths crossed after stumbling upon their formation, running away from a crowd of high school boys —at the time way older and bigger— you were the reason for their first conquest as tenjiku. a bond forged with the vivid red of your hearts’, the black of the darkness that surrounds them and the white of the ray of hope you offer.

ever since then you’ve been friends, the closest ones could ever be. your heartbeats merged; a yearning for your warmth naive. presence leaving traces of heat on their cheeks, some dark red much like their uniforms.

however, time passes, and before you now stand men. knuckles bruised and innocence gone, viciousness part of their hearts along with the thirst for a bigger power. and even then, a big chunk of their hearts and souls has never left your hands, having them crave more strongly —never understanding what they even wanted.

also having grown with them, with each year your fear has only grounded itself further. roots wrapping around your feet and having you stay put as the world they have constructed opened itself to you. screams laced in agony and tears reflecting sadness, you were aware one day those sadistic grins would perish. the thought eats you alive night and day, in your nightmares and dreams.

it wasn’t the loneliness that scared you, but the idea of losing the blood that pumps your heart. romantically, there’s nothing (or so you say); despite that, the strings that connected you to them are thicker —tough to break and more tense than they have ever been.

so tense they could come undone and tie themselves back up to a bond that’s even mightier. but nothing can make them crumble, you are sure of it.

“i don’t want you guys to fight tomorrow.” you leave your words to hang in the air, washed in the scent of loitering takeout boxes, steam circling around them.

outside, the vast darkness is splattered by dots of light. not following a pattern, entangled in their dance, two stars farther than the rest. in the wide crystals that separate your group from the cold winter night, calmness is reflected.

you barely whisper, but their attention is always on you, so to them it was as loud as a scream. a plead for tranquility to finally settle, heart stripped to vulnerability.

“why the hell not?” shion retorts, although his tone isn’t mad nor pissed off. eyes on you, like they’ve always been, feasting on your pouting lips.

he keeps the head shake to himself, chopsticks navigating through his food to keep his mind occupied. nevertheless, the plopping sounds coming from the boxed noodles have him swallowing down an invisible lump in his throat.

“have a bad feeling, dunno.” shrugging, you mumble, dulcet to combat shion’s unconscious roughness. a gesture he silently thanks, chest constricted inside of him.

not having touched the food tonight, your hands rest in heavy fists on top of your thighs. your stomach mocks you, feasting on the concern that drops upon it, twisting in giddiness that makes itself painful to you. the living room’s icy kisses bring you shivers, its presence heavy.

when the younger haitani scoffs, forcing you out of the mortal trap that are your thoughts, you notice the piercing ache in your head from your harsh wrinkles in between furrowed brows. you don’t want them to misinterpret your worrying for anger —not that they would— the curve they form now more upset.

“nothing will happen.” rindou waves your fear off with a lazy hand from his place in one of the couches. the smile he gifts you gives a tender hug, so joyful and relaxed. “as long as you’re alive, none of us could ever think of leaving you.”

they don’t need to say it out loud; they all agree.

on the other hand, you offer rindou a smile of your own. it’s nervous, trembling while it holds itself up, but ravishing in his eyes. swimming in a vivid purple, his pupils grow bigger, lights reflecting a desire for your wellbeing —a desire for you.

his words can do wonders, and while it may be just for a short time, you can proclaim there’s been an instant tonight where you’ve felt everything would be alright. the world sure wasn’t ending tomorrow, not when that same world declares it won’t. no matter what, all because of you.

yet it’s all in your eyes, wide and averting. the terror has taken over you like a parasite, taking more than sweet words to get rid of.

“yeah, we’re plenty strong!” mochi exclaims, his grin triumphant. arm lifted, he flexes it with pride to which shion rolls his eyes, but the short snort you utter makes it worth it. “what, you don’t trust us?”

your eyes broaden even more when you hear his dejected question, his smirk fallen into a disappointed frown. you shake your head, rapidly so. trusting their strength; with your heart in their hands, you don’t want it to suffer.

throughout the years, the bond that connects you to them has proven to be ever growing. your mind, body and soul as much of a part of them as your own. same for them, who have given all of those to you when all you knew were their names. if it were to be severed, something within you would die, and if it happened to morph into a more passionate craving —one none of you answer to nor understand— you’d fear for the unknown future, and the growth within your heart.

“it’s not that, i’m ju— just—“ you don’t mean to stumble upon your words, the same way you don’t want them to think you can’t leave fate on their calloused hands. taking a deep breath, you gulp. “just—“

but your words are deep in your chest, unable to get out. your gaze glistens, honing onto your fidgeting hands, blinking any trace of the soon to come tears. the bad omen only makes its presence more evident to you, poking its ugly tongue, invisible to anyone else in the living room. it’s real, vivid, and it makes you—

“scared?” it’s mucho who completes your train of thought in your stead, always listening to your heart, inviting him to the confines of your mind.

he’s never needed many words, his gaze hungry for the knowledge of you. and when you nod, answering his query, his expression relaxes. although only when your terror has truly subsided, will he rest peacefully.

“i’m terrified.” you confess, the moon at its highest peak in the darkest sea. voice thin, breakable with a simple touch.

they loathe it, your distress. a stab to their hearts even when someone else’s fright pumps it back to life. to them, that was love, caging your fragile heart in their arms so that their backs take all the damage.

a hushed promise is shared between all of them, one to save you from that dismay, no matter what it takes or how it’s done. it’s sealed, and so is the night’s fate.

there’s shuffling, muted steps silent against the floor below. in front of you stand a pair of black socks, looking up to come across the diminished violet hues of izana. a deep color honed in violence, shining with anger that once glimmered with joy. ruined by the big heart of who he thought was his brother, so eager to bring up mikey to the life they shared —their secrets, their bond, broken by the youngest’s toothy grin.

alas, you haven’t been tainted by his ill-fated hands yet, secured by his own presence. his hand, small but grounding, delicate despite how many punches it has thrown at the world around him. all blood is cleaned, resting on your thigh, caressing your skin.

an electrifying touch, much like the others’, having you sweat. heat on your face, heart hungry, but you’ve never given it much thought. you’ve always loved them, willing for the emptiness of your body to fill itself with yearning so as to not sacrifice what was carefully built.

izana speaks in gentle promises and strong declarations. he doesn’t sugarcoat what’s intense, allowing it to crush whoever hears him, wanting his love to be known. you know they do love you, but the blind eye you all turn to when it comes to the dissatisfaction of your desires will always yell louder.

“we love you, so much.” more than you could know, the silence completes, unheard.

you find the hidden words with ease, nothing will happen to us, he says, and what izana says, goes. but they are blind to the scythe in the middle of the room, itching to spin around and take its next victim. and you know, between you and those whose red jackets bleed, the result will always be one of them.

“enough to drop the fight?” you counter, your decisive frown challenging them. deepening once izana gives a slow shake of his head.

“enough to refuse to die.”

his response isn’t as reassuring as you would have liked, no matter how deep his words puncture. he gives your flesh a firm squeeze, eyes widening at the tight grip on your thigh.

clearing his throat, he turns back to his place on the couch. a small smirk, concealed as triumph when all it really shows is satisfaction. actions given out to make you forget the disappointment due to his answer.

you sit there, missing the warmth of his presence; the contact on your skin. cravings come back up, like bile stuck to your throat. you need to keep it away, as you have always done.

gulping, you focus on the clock’s ticking. small conversations are carried out between them: shion’s obnoxious laughter and rindou’s childish chuckles, the serenity of mucho’s presence, mochi’s boyish pride, the veiled kindness izana attempts to hide or ran’s attentive listening that you know makes him caring —even though he sometimes uses all he knows to poke fun at them.

you love tenjiku, even kakucho, who couldn’t be there tonight. his spot is empty, unoccupied, chopsticks untouched on top of the table. you don’t care, keeping him close to your heart as well.

“i’ll protect them, always.” mumbling, ran’s lips curve up into a smile full of fondness. adoration sparkling the hyacinth tint of his pupils, capturing the memories of the people he treasures for himself.

your own smile engraved on his mind forever, one he makes sure will always stay that way. along the light in your eyes, never dimming despite their company. you make them forget what they are, and what friends would they be if they don’t return the favor?

dinner ends when the moon is at the brightest peak of her journey. between indistinctive chatter you all clean up, the suffocating smell of food consumed by the strong winds from the ajar window.

goodbyes happen as they have done ever since the beginning. strong hugs that last longer than usual this time, pressing you closer to them, some hiding the goosebumps caused by your nose against the side of their necks. others decant for kisses on your cheek, lips so different but exuding the same elation —the exact same passion that burns you from the inside out.

the door opens; you wish for this night to keep going. a reckless dream that should have been more precise.

“i love you guys.” through wobbly words, you manage to say in a flimsy voice. stare avoiding theirs, and lips pressed together tightly. “thank you, for being in my life.”

you blink, trying to dry off your watery eyes. back of your hand wiping them, getting rid of any trace of tears. your heartbeat quickens its pace, moving its way up to your throat, unable to add anything else.

but you turn to them, fear aside, wanting to take one more look before the inevitable happens. and when you do, you come across their gaping mouths and reddish blushes, their hearts going so crazy they are just as speechless. something was different, less friendly; more intricate.

it’s shion who breaks the silence, knowing that if any of them were to touch you now, what would happen could break what was so carefully tied together. they hated to fight against what they wanted, but they could never win if it meant for everything to crumble to pieces.

the world was so unfair, depriving all of you of the purest of loves, and the night to seal it off.

“you’re gonna make me blush, cutie.” shion smirks, more a grimace than anything else, turning around to walk towards the elevator. with an aching heart and disappointment, the others follow his lead too.

“yeah, he’s gonna have to go home quickly to beat his meat in peace.” mochi snorts, their backs to you, leaving you to listen to their forced chuckles.

“oh shut the fuck up! you don’t want me to start talking.” threat dangerous enough to have mochi’s mouth shut, you dread for the moment the elevator arrives. maybe it’s for the best, as all fun has now turned sour, frustrations hard to hide in each and every expression.

you loathe this departure, the bad feeling hugging you so close you choke on your misfortune and the emptiness in your body and soul. no choice but to sit back on your couch, loveless and alone, dreading for horrible news you are sure will end up coming true.

the elevator dings, doors opening wide. before they close, all of them spare you one last look, blended in sadness and failure, for your fear persists in your shaking figure and your pleading eyes. maybe they should have kissed you so hard, you have nothing on your mind but that. filling your thoughts with each of them, helping you sleep, doing whatever it takes. but they can’t do any of that.

after all, you’re just their bestest friend. a step they’re satisfied standing in, or they convince themselves they are, at least. but has there ever been someone to stay in the middle of some stairs, waiting forever for something to happen, not making their way up themselves?

the elevator closes; so does your door. the spare key still in its place inside the potted plant by the entrance.

part ii. my body for dinner.

your bedroom welcomes you with a cold hearted hug, having you wrap your arms around yourself. the huge windows make way for the night painted in streaks of melancholy, the city below so lively; you so dejected.

giving your bed a single glance, you can already tell sleep won’t be coming tonight nor tomorrow. your love is laughable to you, shy and unwilling to make itself braver, sticking to comfort.

what’s so comforting about the loneliness you are doomed to drown in? where no helping hands remain alive to pick you up, having no choice but to join the men you love in death?

tonight will be full of these thoughts, you know that, yet they still hurt. each a stab to your body, a mockery at your soul. every ounce of positivity you try to get out of your system mere carnage to them. it had to be today, you should have crossed that line that unconsciously formed.

allowed them to come closer to you. much like shion’s calloused hands and their cold touch creeping up from behind you, covering your eyes and whispering close to your ear.

“boo!” you shriek, shoulders tense as you jump up in place. however shion’s hold is tough to get rid of, pulling you closer to him without coming across his chest. he wouldn’t have bitten back the moan that was sure to happen.

he laughs, everybody joining right after. you take a deep breath, huffing through their laughter with a hand to your chest. though you don’t want to admit, your heart’s elated at their appearance —at the fact they have come back for you.

“shion, what the hell’s your problem?” it comes out louder than intended, shrill and angry. to them, it’s obvious you don’t mean it. your brows furrow, scowling at the group of men you can’t see. “and why did you guys come back?”

when shion’s lips lean closer to your ear, hot breath fanning the side of your face, your voice falters. the question dies out, tongue starting to dry. you have to suppress the filthy little sound you almost let out when he nibbles on your earlobe.

“you knew it was me?” you gulp when his voice turns deeper, lowered to a darkened pitch that you are ashamed to admit has gone down to your core. room growing hotter. the icy loneliness dissipated the moment they all walked back in, and even so your nipples are erect against your top.

you want to blame it on the cold, but you aren’t fooling any of them with that excuse. instead, you try to turn the situation around, gaining control and drawing another line.

“you didn’t answer my question.”

“you didn’t answer his.” bold as ever, izana takes the control off your hands unapologetically so. previous fondness gone, reserved in his heart for his full desires to let loose. at least, it’s what they all promised to do before clicking your floor’s button again.

deciding against remarking that you did ask first, you take one last deep breath. it’s filling and calming, not easing your erratic beating but doing wonders to clear your head. you don’t know what to do, having them all on your side, a stupid line long forgotten. is giving in to them your best choice?

or rather— is what you have always wanted the best choice?

with your next answer, soft spoken and sincere, you have erased any chance of such a line existing again. the fate of the night has been set, written in the stars watching behind your windows. destiny promised to the moon, gifting all of you the pleasure you’ve been seeking for.

“of course i know it’s him. i know each and every one of you.” because you love them, and because they love you so much too, they’ll help you without a doubt. in the nastiest way they can, but they’ll keep that to themselves.

for a brief second, shion’s hands leave your face to have you see them all. with barely any time to register the image of their eager eyes and hungry mouths, you are grabbed by the aforementioned and pushed to the bed, where you are now sitting on his lap. hands back to your eyes, nerves corrupting your mind.

biting back a whimper when your ass inevitably bumps into his clothed crotch, you notice shion’s breath staggers as well. it’s not too evident yet, but you know his cock will turn much harder, the wet kiss he gives your nape leaving a trail of goosebumps down your back.

you press your thighs —already close together— much harsher. the friction isn’t helping, but you don’t want shion to feel your throbbing cunt at the thought of what could happen. of what is sure to happen.

“we know you’d be awake tonight, still scared of us dying.” izana’s voice, under the sturdy curtain of playfulness, carries heed. their eagerness however, mixes in to give the atmosphere a knot of tension that must be undone. forming for years, but so fragile. “we want to help you forget, for you to relax.”

he doesn’t specify how they’ll do that; you don’t want to ask either. their response comes in heavy footsteps, a presence stopping right ahead of you, breaths heavy and fervent. then, your own breathing halts, leaning towards the anticipating uncertainty.

a hand is tamely placed on your cheek. huge, with big long fingers, and cosy, making you lean your head towards his hold. touch mild despite the brutality you know it unleashes, but you bathe in the traces lit up with craving fire as it slides down your face. moving down towards your chest, where a single finger circles around your covered boobs, crossing to your nipples to play with their hardness. his thumb joins to pinch one, your muted moan silenced by shion’s groaning at your ass’ moving.

“do you know who’s touching you now?” the latter wonders, tone low and full of need. through quick breaths he regains his composure, but his straining cock calls for your pulsating cunt so desperately.

unknown hand making its way below, it stops right above your clothed pussy. with its lone force he parts your legs apart, giving light slaps to the thin fabric of your pijama. you hum, leaning your head back to shion’s shoulder, legs making more way for the hand to go deeper.

it does, taking the hem of your pants and sliding them down to your ankles, where you make quick work to get rid of them. your panties are on full display, the darkened spot from your arousal a feast for their eyes. his lone finger once again slides against your underwear, the damp circle having the boy licking his dry lips. meddling with your entrance, but never quite entering, you want to beg him too, so badly. thought scrapped when his finger presses through to the wet mess that is your sex.

“yasuhiro…” you whisper, a primal want dressing it as a throaty moan leaving you to shudder in place. the mention of his first name, uttered so airily, sends blood rushing straight to his cock, giving an angry twitch silenced by his pants.

whining when mucho’s finger leaves your arousal, moving up to the hem of your panties, it singlehandedly pulls them down. legs moving to aid him in taking them off, letting the cool air be the first to taste your naked folds, covered in shining slick as it begins to clench around nothing.

“you want us that much, it’s good to know.” mucho declares, underwear pending on his index finger as he shows it to the rest, too distracted on your bare wetness. he discards it somewhere across the room, the sound of his voice so sensual to your growing impatience. “we want you so much, too.”

easy to tell by your dampened shoulder, where shion has let out a glob of his drool at the sight of you. fully hard cock pressed against your bare ass, rubbing your plump skin as he swallows all spit from his hunger. you don’t care, clenching your jaw at the absence of attention at yourself, your hands still as you know it wouldn’t be enough.

“such a beautiful pussy, so wet and needy.” is all mucho says before leaving your side, having you want to cling onto him and pull him closer with your wrapped legs. nevertheless, a new pair of hands rest on your thighs, just as big but way softer. tender skin well taken care of, rubbing your flesh near your core.

he’s graceful with his ministrations, long fingers ghosting over your clit. it’s easy to tell who carries himself with such elegance, dainty hands so curious yet sure of what to do. confirmed when his tongue licks its way up your cunt, lapping at your slick folds and sucking the plump flesh.

his tongue penetrates you, curling around to reach every spot it can get. you convulse around him, his insatiable mouth never getting enough of your slit, taking all the juices he can get. you wrap your legs around him, imprisoning him to your pussy. being barely able to register shion’s questioning, so eager to get an answer out of you.

“do you know who’s eating you out? can you tell?” you don’t say a word, poking your tongue out as you can only let out strangled noises. muttered cries for more, drool falling out of the corners of your lips.

your lack of a response isn’t welcomed. the confirmation of who’s hungrily devouring you coming when his pointy nose flickers your clit. choking your sobs at the tightness on your lower stomach, so willing to come undone as you buck your hips into his face —a feeble try to ride his big nose.

“oh—fuck!” you cry out, hearing the braided man slurping on your slick. cunt pulsing, begging for something more to fill it with. hands to the top of his head, ruining his perfectly combed hair with your grip. “ran, it’s ran!”

and for a job well done, he leaves your pussy unattended to give your clit a thankful kiss, resounding in the silent room. you hate it when his strength is much more than your own, pulling away from your hold. all the buildup inside you for naught.

shion’s tongue moves fast to wipe out your saliva, cleaning your lips and replacing the shine with his own. offering a chaste kiss to your cheek, at the same time that ran licks his lips with a content sigh.

“tastes so good, could eat her for hours.” he tells the rest. savoring the flavor of you inside his mouth, he gathers what is left around his lips and nose.

without much time to prepare for what’s next, as everyone in the room has grown eager to have you, your body writhes from the disturbance of a thick, prodding finger inside your cunt. walls squeezing the single digit, unmoving, a victorious grin on the man’s face at the spectacle you offer by thrusting your hips into his finger —fucking yourself with it.

shion’s breezy moans in the background don’t help his case in having the voice of the group. recomposing himself from the implacable grinding his dick receives. this time, he stutters, his hold on you turning frail. he doesn’t sound so cocky now, restraint crumbling without having any hands to pick it up with.

“a—and do you know whose finger is in— si—inside you right now?” he finishes with one long inhale, teeth biting his bottom lip.

on the other hand, you fight off the brimming tears in your eyes with your grinding. lengthy finger shoved in fully so that his knuckles are pressed against you, bruised and battered. less kept together but so welcomed by your walls anyway.

“mo—mochi.” you answer almost immediately, hopeful that he would do something to reward you for it. for his finger to pound you relentlessly until you finally cum. the thought alone sends you to clench around him, asking for more.

but mochi turns out to be sadistic, taking out his finger coated in your essence. you don’t see how he brings it up to his mouth, taking it fully to lap at your slick with an echoing pop. your breath hitches, shion’s pants now wearing darker stains.

“no first name for me?” he mocks you, teasing grin growing wider. silence greets him, and he does well to beat it by causing the first scream of the long night ahead. shoving three of his fingers inside your cunt, unannounced.

they curl, setting a merciless pace of back and forth to reach as deep as he can. the squelching sounds accompanied by your uncontrollable moans, high pitched and cursing out. the pressure builds once again in your stomach, back arching so his tough fingers can keep touching you in every spot possible.

“ah! kanji— sorry, so sorry kanji!” you beg for him to forgive you, spewing out apology after apology between the growing tears and trailing drool.

“it’s ok sweetheart, i love you.” he reassures you. so nice to you, your walls thank him by closing in on him. so good for him, leaving him to grunt from how obedient you are being.

“love you t—“ you want to tell him and the rest of them, in all its glory now that all limits have been broken and left behind.

however, rindou seems to have other plans, shoving mochi away not caring about his shouted protests nor your mewling at the emptiness of your pussy once again. orgasm denied for the second time, rindou’s weight bringing you to lie down on top of shion, lips chasing after your own.

they join together in a feverish kiss, viciousness bringing you two to a world of just both. lips tasting one another; tongues playing with each other, in such an aggressive way spit makes it way down your mouths and to your bumping chins. noses hitting as rindou tries to get even closer to you.

shion’s hands are forced out of your eyes, having you witness in the dead of the night, swimming in darkness, the pile of clothes by the bed. the men are all in front, almost naked if it weren’t for their underwear. doing little to cover their blazing erections.

“want you s’bad.” he breaks the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you. mumbled so close to your lips, he takes yours in his without hesitation, teeth clashing and tongues entangled.

you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers ghosting over the streaks of black ink swirling through his back. muscles tense, he groans in your mouth and lowers his hips to your core. clothed cock rubbing against your folds, looking for more friction as he moves faster.

beside you, shion undresses, glancing over to rindou picking you up to kneel ahead of him, arms wrapped around your waist. empty thumps are heard from his grinding, and he decides to crawl his way behind you to help him in getting rid of your top.

effortlessly, they succeed in having you be the first to be completely naked. both men ogling your body up and down. your curves, every inch and crevice of your skin a feast for all of them. some palming their cocks through the fabric, others like rindou and shion, marking you with their mouths.

“so divine.” rindou mumbles, his arms and shion’s controlling your squirming from pleasure. hot breath trailing down to your naked boobs, hands drawing shapes on your flesh. “gorgeous body, all for us.”

you want to nod, instead drooling at their two hard cocks caging you between them. shion grabbing your ass cheek, playing with the molding skin by stiffening his grip. you moan their names, the covered contact insufficient.

“want your cocks, want you inside please.” begging for them, your hands make their way down to grab at their clothed dicks. both men pant, fingers wrapped around their lengths, feeling their hardened girths. “please fuck me.”

and with that said, both of them take off their underwear to have it join the rest of sprawled out clothes. in the dim lighting, with only the moon and the stars as witnesses, only the sparkling light in your pupils guides you to your instincts. so famished, tongue watering at rindou’s erected cock, intimidating as it stands —starving for your pussylips.

he’s big and very thick, a single protruding vein running down his length. red, angry tip, leaking precum and leaving it to slide down to pool around the base of his shaft. balls full and large, saliva drowning your mouth.

shion doesn’t stay far behind, not as big and way thinner, curving slightly to the right. his veins aren’t as marked but there are many, cockhead thick and itching to bury itself inside you. fat drop of precum waiting to fall into the mattress.

with a hand he guides his member to your folds, gathering all the wetness he can get. having you moan against rindou’s mouth, drowning any sound, you pull away to taste shion’s lips as well. spit mixing in with your eager tongues, hearing him swallow.

“can’t wait anymore.” you hear rindou complain, tip prodding at your entrance as he begins to penetrate you. a content sigh leaving your lips, whole length making its way past your tightened walls, cock molding the shape of your cunt to adjust to his size.

bottoming out, cockhead brushing your cervix, you and rindou moan in unison at eachother’s warmth. walls squeezing him so hard, his own cock buried in your wet pussy —the pressure so tempting to have you thrust against him.

and you do, bucking your hips onto his twitching cock, balls slapping your skin to create the filthiest of sounds. wet plops from rindou’s pace sending you into a frenzy, meeting his rhythm so that the coiling tension thickens and explodes into your orgasm.

“taking me in so well— fuck—“ although you can’t register rindou’s praises too well, shion’s rutting against your ass beginning to change into the intrusion of his dick inside your hole. pushing his way in with a single thrust —your very own slick acting out as lube.

you yell out his name when he hisses yours, spreading your ass open as his cock splits you apart. both holes completely filled, hints of pain slapped off by rindou’s fastening pumps. gripping shion so well, clenching around his girth and feeling every vein slide past your heated flesh.

“too much! s’good…” you cry out, the first set of tears coming out from your shut eyes. joining the threads of saliva you can’t keep in your mouth, mixing in on their way down your face.

the single vein running down rindou’s shaft ravages your walls so roughly. their tempo matching so that you never feel utterly empty, balls shaking with each snap of their hips. ecstasy choking you when rindou’s tip kisses your g-spot, relentlessly going at it so that more tears stain your vision —hazy and blurry.

you can distinguish izana’s nearing body, hand on his cock while he gives it a few pumps. he leans closer to your face, same fingers coated in his cum wiping your closed eyes. painting your face, you hum, growing hot as you convulse around both of the men’s cocks. answering you by pulsing through your clenching walls.

“these are the tears i love to see.” giving his finger a kitten lick, saltiness of your pleasure melting in his tongue, izana takes your limp hand and brings it up to his dick. “want to shower your face with my cum. you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

you nod, hand taking his cock and stroking it with deep movements. barely keeping it together with the sloppy pace both cocks inside you are falling into, forcing you to sometimes squeeze his length, drawing out throaty moans from the dark skinned man.

your cool fingers gliding past his searing meat make of him a fervent mess, hips bucking to fuck himself with your hand. head on rindou’s shoulder, you stare at his own tilted back, adam’s apple bobbing as your name is the only thing his lips can say.

“cutie your ass is so tight.” shion drags his cock out with difficulty, hole so adamant in keeping him in. only his tip rests inside, forcing your ass to remember his shape. “gonna fill it up, alright?”

he doesn’t leave room for answers, burying himself deep inside until your vision turns blind. rindou’s cock mimicking his actions, growing at the thought of your cunt taking all of his cum.

“gonna cum—“ you spit out, rindou’s shoulder welcoming your saliva and tears, joining his thin layer of sweat. “cumming, i’m cumming!”

“me too.” it escapes past his kissing teeth, the tremors of your body having him give one last powerful thrust before stilling inside of you. rolling his eyes, his risen shoulders relax once his orgasm crashes upon him. “keep it inside for me, will you?”

you do, for both of them emptying themselves inside of you. hot strings of sticky cum crawling into your holes, painting your walls white and having them spasm and contract as you let your own orgasm wash rindou’s length. he doesn’t let it run out, fucking the union of your juices back into you, not a single drop wasted. feeling so full, heaving out praises to both blushing boys.

“our good girl.” shion pats your head, soft kiss on your back and hands fondling your tits. you regain your breath still by rindou’s shoulder, knowing it’s not over yet with the way izana’s cockhead nears your face.

the two boys’ cocks leave your holes the moment izana’s twitches. releasing his load on your face, reaching your lashes, forehead and cheeks. streaks of cum painting your skin in a dense white, giving the last touch to your fucked out expression.

“god i love you so much.” admiring his work, and the way your cunt and asshole fight desperately to keep shion and rindou’s seeds. his smile broadens at the thought that this is just getting started.

indeed, mochi’s next in taking you into his arms, so small compared to his size. you don’t have time to regain your breath, composure crushed by the brutality of the s-62, quivering at mochi’s frosting hands.

“so sensitive already, sweetheart.” and so easy to handle, too. moving you as he pleases, lying down on the bed and having you on his chest, right above his underwear and bulging cock.

the big stain of precum is evident on the light grey fabric. an enormous bump waiting to be freed of its confined space. dark, trimmed hairs leading the way to his aching dick. your hands on his abs, stroking his built chest and floating up to his pecs.

his hands cup your ass, thumbs kneading the plush skin and hovering over your widened hole. you feel his dick jump up, taming him with a rock of your body pushed by your legs. he groans, guttural desire drying out his throat, starving for your glistening folds.

“can take it.” you promise him, small whisper loud in the quietude of your room. where the men touch themselves to the landscape of the shade of your figure plastered on the bright nightlife ahead of your windows.

he chuckles, vibrating chest so good for your throbbing pussy, waking up his cock even more. a hand trails up to your face, big thumb pinning your bottom lip. his tongue wetting his lips.

“course you will.” he says it like it’s obvious, dragging down the swollen lip until your bottom teeth can be seen. fingers full of your saliva, drying patches from the previous crying making you look so filthy. exactly how he likes it. “want these lips around my big cock, gonna give you a full meal.”

grabbing onto your hips, he turns you around with one swift twirl. pulling your ass closer to him, legs on each side of his face lifting your lower body, back arching as you are laid down in front of his underwear. clenching around nothing at the compromising position, mochi’s first to dig in to your cunt —tongue flickering your clit so erratically, you purr.

alas, you now have to fully undress him, taking the rim of his clothes and sliding them to the middle of his crushing thighs. he wriggles his legs, aiding you in taking them off completely, widely grinning against your pussy when you gasp at the full size of his erection.

standing furiously near his chest, where your chin hovers above his pubes. the size is enormous, so thick and dressed in many veins that draw intricate curves on his meat, making him even wider. mushroom tip prominent, broad slit already seeping out so much precum. fat plumps of a dirtied white gliding down his whole length, pooling around his base where even bigger, heavy balls rest. your mouth waters at just how much cum he will give you, hurrying up when the tip of his nose lightly teases your entrance.

your hand takes his shaft, whimpering when you see the struggle your fingers have wrapping around it. you pump it once— twice, mochi’s groaning so good for your cunt, going down on his nose so that the tip enters you. when your lips near his head to give it open mouth kisses, wet plops taking bits of his salty cum, your hand holds his balls, playing with them as they barely fit inside.

you take his tip in your mouth, warmth enveloping his cock as you try to move down on him. only taking almost half of his length, breathing through your nose and hollowing out your cheeks, easing your throat as his hips buckle onto your face. his moaning going straight to your pussy, where he begins to grow desperate slurping on your juices. noises nasty, making you moan and tighten your throat on his cock. tongue darting to lick every crevice, drooling so much it accumulates at the base.

both continue the rhythm of your grinding bodies, building your climaxes and chasing after them. hunger making you frantic, savoring every bit of essence as if it were your last meals.

“looks so pretty.” you listen to mucho’s voice on your back, his hand on one of your cheeks. “but i think you can take more.”

he declares it so impassively, keeping his cool as always, that you don’t see his hand raised and profoundly slapping your ass. it jiggles, closing in on mochi’s pointed tongue licking slow stripes. you scream, muted against the wet heat in your mouth. another hand joins mucho, this time being ran’s long finger entering your ass, so sensitive from shion’s stretching not long ago.

both of their fingers buried knuckles deep, a third hand slaps you once again as they begin to stimulate your hole. their ministrations along with mochi’s starved devouring pushing you to take more of the latter’s dick, gagging through parted lips as you take him fully —choking on his tip at the very back of your throat.

nose pressed against his bouncing balls, fucking your face as you do the same to his nose and tongue. your chin scratched by the bush near his shaft, you cry out feeble attempts of his name as more spit leaves your lips, fat tears joining.

“there we go pretty!” seems the third hand belongs to izana, cheering you through the orgasm that pours down onto mochi’s face. giving one more hard slap that sends your skin tingling, trapping mucho and ran’s fingers on your ass, finally letting loose.

you come undone, flooding mochi’s face with your cum and crushing his face with your thighs. he doesn’t seem to care, lapping at your cum without shame, drinking it until nothing is left out, before joining you and snapping his hips to release his load.

it’s dense, so much cum leaving his cock you can barely swallow it all. hot spurts abusing your throat, leaving thick trails out the corners of your lips that you’ll take care of later. it keeps fluttering, but never once you leave it unattended, making sure all of his semen is sucked dry. breathing in when you let it go, tip of your tongue gathering what little is around your lips.

you swallow it down loudly, the echoing plop from your mouth leaving his cock free so gratifying for his ears. he gives your cunt a mellow kiss, tenderness fighting off his roughness.

“good girl.” he coos, readjusting you as he pleases so that you now lie in his direction, ass against his still hard cock. he holds your chin and turns your head around to his, deeply kissing you, passing down the rest of your orgasm so you can taste the sweetness he did. “we love you so much, you are perfect for us.”

and you smile, fond and big it has their hearts pounding in their chests. you kiss the tip of his nose, giddy from their worship.

however, mochi moves up so that his head rests on your pillow. hands tracing patterns on your skin, watching your stomach rise from the harsh breaths you are taking.

“got one more in me.” he mutters close to your ear, feet parting your legs open, showing the rest your abused holes. “will you be a sweetheart and take it?”

how can you deny him when he asks so politely? previous fingering helping you for what will happen now, cock rubbing through your ass cheeks, willing to take his big dick to split you apart. pushing in, slowly making his way through unlike shion’s desperate entrance.

you wriggle in his hold, mochi shushing you by whispering sweet nothings into your ear. wailing at the size you have to adjust to, a little easier thanks to shion. your cum stained face is full of fresh tears and brand new globs of spit. tongue lolling out of your parted lips when he bottoms out.

buried deep inside your ass, filling you to the brim with each thick vein hitting you just right. your squinted eyes widen tremendously at mochi’s calling, gripping him so tightly at the idea of being torn apart by the two biggest.

“mucho, wanna join in? she wants it.” and he doesn’t hesitate to crawl up to where you are, underwear long gone. his cock isn’t much different from mochi’s, less thicker but way longer, looking so delicious against his chiseled chest.

he takes your legs, having them bend down near your shoulders, leaving so much room to hit even deeper. entranced by your wet cunt, glossy and begging for his cock to break it. and who is he to say no to his woman?

in one swift plunge, he finds himself buried to the hilt. balls swinging as the sound of smacking flesh from his ruthless penetration elicits the most pornographic moan he has ever heard from you. massaging his cock just the way he likes it, sponging walls enclosing the space and making him feel impossibly closer.

“so fucking tight— god, fuck!” he growls, pushing you to mochi’s chest, boobs pressed against mucho’s big —worked out— pecs. sandwiched between both men, ruining your insides just by staying still, you sob for them to ruin you —to move faster.

“s’big… ‘s too big—” your incoherent mumbles become higher in tone, allowing them to rock your body as they please. trying to meet their hips as they pound you dumb, reckless rocking making you cry out in ecstasy. “lov— love you s’much. luv your cocks s’much.”

your babbling pushes them to thrust harder. having you whine when mucho stops and his hand lightly slaps your cum covered cheek, calling for your attention. you look up at him, teary eyes sending heat straight to his cock, throbbing against your cunt.

“you see that?” he points down at your belly, a small bulge making it stick out. you take your hand to trace its shape, a silent chuckle gifting hints of happiness to your fucked out face. “that’s my cock, babygirl.”

and you love it, he knows you do. picking up his pace to meet mochi’s, so engrossed in your ass. he doesn’t want this moment to end.

you don’t notice how both of your hands are taken by shion and rindou, hard once again. but they know you don’t care when each hand takes their cocks, already familiar to you, beginning to masturbate them. their moaning helping your orgasm build up, this time stronger, with mucho ruthlessly pounding against your g-spot.

your head turns to the side, coming face to face with ran’s dick. he slaps you with it, playing with your hanging tongue by wetting it with your saliva. you stare up at his innocent grin, him looking down with dilated pupils.

“there’s still a hole unoccupied.” he simply mentions, cock twitching when your hand pulls the foreskin back to expose his angry head. so pale and long you don’t know what you’ll do to make it fit. curving up, he applies his precum to your lips like gloss, pushing in with his hips until he’s balls deep into your mouth.

body used by all of them, including izana whose hands are on your swollen clit, it doesn’t take long for your legs to begin their uncontrollable tremble. this time’s different, your moans turning into shrill shouting as a stream of tears run down your eyes, closed in bliss as you begin to see stars.

your third orgasm hits you harder than any other, right after mochi cums for the second time filling you up to the brim with his huge loads. you begin squirting all over mucho’s cock, squelching sounds getting wetter as more and more cum leaves out of you in hot spurts. he takes it out, watching as you make a mess of mochi’s legs, the mattress and his abs.

“shit!” you moan out, cum gliding down mucho’s cock that has entered you again. though your words are muffled by ran’s dick around your lips, you continue squirting out all your juices, milking out mucho’s cock in the process.

he has so much cum too, cunt stuffed full of his own after your mind blowing orgasm. balls drenched as well, but his smile tells you enough, and you don’t feel ashamed of it —even better, only proud.

pulling away, despite mochi’s cock still buried into your ass, he leaves your chest free for shion and rindou, who don’t take too long in covering your tits and stomach with their loads. satisfied groans out of their lips as they admire their work, thick globs of white on your sweaty skin.

ran’s the last to empty out his cum, doing it inside your mouth much like mochi. you take it all without hesitation, opening wide for him to see you gulping down his seed. uttering a sigh when you’ve eaten it fully, kissing the tip of his cock for a job well done.

“nasty little whore.” you have no idea who says it, the loss of mochi’s dick as he comes out of you taking over your mind. oozing cum follows, filthy trickles running down into your cunt, where you do a good job in retaining what they have given you. “our perfect slut, should’ve done this sooner.”

you agree, spent after three rough orgasms. alas, you see two men staying on the bed —two men that haven’t been inside of you yet. but you are so sore you don’t know if you can take them. such big cocks just like the rest of them.

“we want to taste you, too.” it’s ran’s voice, the one he uses when he wants something. turning innocent, words so tender they heal your tiredness with dulcet touches. you hate when he does that, falling for it every time. “you’ll let us, right? we’ll be gentle, i promise.”

your moans are so loud with each touch, both izana and ran standing you up on your knees, between both of their bodies. you teeter, head tumbling towards the man you have in front, which turns out to be the older haitani. shoulder so comfortable, you nuzzle closer to the side of his neck, kissing it.

your pussy takes him right up, so tight despite being so used throughout the night. he’s washed in the remains of your orgasm, easy for him to move, but he doesn’t. you wonder why, whining against his neck and jumping on his cock, legs quivering so hard you know it won’t take you much to cum again.

instead, a second cock makes its way up your cunt, having you scream out for your fourth orgasm at the close fit of both dicks inside your pussy. they rub one another, not appearing to care too much as both of their eyes are closed, jaws clenched. you squeeze them, adjusting to their size and ignoring the pain for the cum sliding down past them.

you’re crying, tears licked by izana’s tongue as he rejoices in them. no longer are you sobbing from fear, but so destroyed by each and every one of them you have nothing left of you but scorching pleasure.

“already?” he purrs, dragging his cock out just to thrust once more. skin gliding past ran’s veiny shaft, making him move as well, desperate for his release. “but you’ll let us cum, won’t you? after we’ve been so good to you…”

he trails off, falling into rhythm with ran, abusing your cunt for a little while longer. convulsing against them, forcing them closer, tightening your walls so that you can get out another orgasm for them. to show how grateful you are.

“we’ve been so helpful, haven’t we?” he slaps your clit, ran’s lips latching onto your nipples, sucking them clean. chest pressed on his own, sticky cum joining your bodies.

“yes! want you to cum in me.” you cry out, hips meeting their thrusts, bouncing on both of their cocks, balls slapping your pussy. “want you to stuff me!”

tongue poking out, ran moves up to take it between his lips, playing with it in his mouth. pulling his lips to yours in a messy kiss, so full of exchanged spit and trailing drool to your chins. you love it, you love them, and you show them by squeezing them so tightly they have no choice but to fill you up with their cum.

“well, pretty girl, take it.” izana grunts, and with one big roll of his hips, he empties himself inside of you. ran follows suit, whimpers and moans drowned out by eachother’s mouths.

you join them with your last orgasm of the night, leaving you barely conscious on the bed, drenching their cocks with one last wave of cum. you stay there, sprawled out on the bed for all to see, face full of dried out tears, so many different salivas around your swollen lips and remnants of izana’s cum. your body follows suit, drenched in sweat and thick lines of cum following down to the small little bulge on your stomach.

it’s mucho’s hand that presses that tiny bump, all watching as all the cum you’ve tried so desperately to keep inside oozes out of your beaten cunt, huge loads wetting the bed below you. your ass much of the same. you groan, whimpering at his touch, hips bucking unconsciously.

and with two fingers, mucho again shoves some of their seeds back inside, to leave you full. you close your legs, stretching your sore muscles from all the rough handling tonight. the moon’s still up, and its glow is casted above you, giving your enamored smile and angelic touch.

they all lie around you, circling you. shion and mochi on your thighs, rindou and mucho by your chest, and ran and izana near your head. soothing your muscles, kissing every spot they can.

“thank you.” it’s honest, despite the pain it brought, you enjoyed it more than anyone you are sure. in the darkest corner of your heart, it’s what you’ve always wanted, and you got it.

izana doesn’t want to ask if there’s any other thought inside your head that isn’t what just happened. after all, they’ve fucked you dumb. you have a hard time opening your eyes, breaths still long and shallow with huffing here and there.

he’s relieved, your suffering fully gone, consumed by their yearning. leaning down, his lips peck yours, back of his fingers brushing the side of your face.

“we’ve loved you like this for such a long time.” ran confesses, so vulnerable post-sex you love it. always having it hard to open his heart to what he’s feeling, trying to shove it in with insecure cockiness. you are glad it’s him who declares it.

your finger boops his nose, the two of you sharing childish laughter.

“me too.” you whisper, wanting to pat the other’s heads. to show them that you consider them, always. “but it’s all good, now i’m yours.”

and it felt so good to hear, meaning twisted to turn more romantic. more heartfelt, something they aren’t used to, but you’ll give it to them every time they need it.

“and all of us belong to you, but that’s nothing new.” you chuckle at shion’s words, legs numb and body resting. the bed becomes more plush to your body, hugging you and lulling for you to sleep. you try so hard to fight it, never wanting the moon to leave. for this to become a memory.

“i wish for this night to never end. to stay like this forever.” you dream, a foolish one. the moon will always leave and the sun will replace it, and this would only have belonged to the night before doomsday comes.

“c’mon, let’s give you a warm bath.” mochi says before you doze off into a deep slumber. missing their soft cleaning and the close attention to your body. praising it, worshipping all it has done for their enjoyment. they thank you in warm kisses and dark hickeys, thinking to themselves that after tonight, the result of tomorrow cannot escape their grasps.

they must win, for the woman so full of love for them. so that they can live their lives as one, together forever. and perhaps, all of you should have dreamed harder, because the memory of tonight would be the last between you all.

izana and mucho taken away by death’s greedy hands. you, having fallen so deep into a sea of darkness, you had to escape before it all consumed you. the only ones to hold this night close to their hearts, having their friends engraved in hanafuda and your love in their chests, where your initials rest.

everyone of you looking up at the moon every night, begging for her to take you back to that night —the night before doomsday comes.

— end —

good or bad i’m throwing it out there that english isn’t my first language. thank you for reading <3 our troops are so brave, getting through this whole thing and ending up with brain trauma (probably) anyway, reblogs are appreciated :) it’s like a pat on my back (yipee)

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kokonoiis · 8 months ago

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BONTEN Members Profile and Facts :

BONTEN is a Japanese boy group formed by TR Entertainment known for hardly ever appearing in music videos or promotions. The group consists of 8 Members: Mikey, Sanzu, Kakucho, Mocchi, Takeomi, Ran, Rindou, and Koko.

Group Name Explanation : Bonten ( 梵天 ) is the Japanese name of the Hindu creator god Brahma.

BONTEN Official Fandom Name : Tennies BONTEN Official SNS :

Official Website: bonten. com/artists X ( Twitter ): official.bonten Instagram: bontenfficial Facebook: official.bonten Youtube: BONTEN.

BONTEN Member Profiles :

MIKEY :

Stage Name: Mikey ( マイキー ) Birth Name: Manjiro Sano ( 佐野万次郎 ) Position: Leader, Main Vocalist Birthday: August 20, 1990 Zodiac Sign: Leo Chinese Zodiac Sign: Horse Height: 162 cm ( 5’4” ) Weight: 56 kg ( 123 lbs ) Blood Type: B Nationality: Japanese

Mikey Facts : - Mikey's favorite foods are dorayaki, omurice, and taiyaki - he dislikes spicy food - the person he respects or admires is himself - there is no one that Mikey dislikes or fears - Mikey was rated number 1 from Top 3 Worst Boyfriends

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SANZU :

Stage Name: Sanzu ( 三途 ) Birth Name: Akashi Haruchiyo ( 明司春千夜 ) Position: Main dancer, visual, vocalist Birthday: July 3, 1990 Zodiac Sign: Cancer Chinese Zodiac Sign: Horse Height: 172 cm ( 5'8'' ) Weight: 55 kg ( 121 lbs ) Blood Type: AB Nationality: Japanese

Sanzu Facts : - Sanzu has a very popular YouTube Channel shared with his sister, Senju Kawaragi ( Akashi Siblings ) - He dislikes spicy food, as it makes him sweat - The person he respects or admires is Mikey - The people he dislikes or fears are smothering people - Sanzu is ranked first in the Most Needy Significant Other Poll and number 2 in the question ' Who is the worst lover ? '

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KAKUCHO :

Stage Name: Kakucho ( 鶴蝶 ) Birth Name: Kakucho Position: Main Vocalist Birthday: October 2, 1987 Zodiac Sign: Libra Chinese Zodiac Sign: Rabbit Height: 179 cm ( 5'10'' ) Weight: 63 kg ( 139 lbs ) Blood Type: O Nationality: Japanese

Kakucho Facts : - Kakucho loves training - The person he respects or admires is Tenjiku's leader, Izana Kurokawa - There is no one he dislikes or fears - he ranked number 1 from the question ' Who is the best lover ? ' - He released a song with Izana Kurokawa named " Our Kingdom "

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MOCCHI :

Stage Name: Mocchi ( モッチー ) Birth Name: Mochizuki Kanji ( 望月完爾 ) Position: Rapper, sub vocalist Birthday: March 9, 1988 Zodiac Sign: Pisces Chinese Zodiac Sign: Dragon Height: 192 cm ( 6'4'' ) Weight: 94 kg ( 207 lbs ) Blood Type: B Nationality: Japanese

Mocchi Facts : - Mocchi likes corn - His special skill is arm wrestling - The person eh respects or admires is Tenjiku's leader, Izana Kurakawa - The person he dislikes is Tenjiku member Shion Madarame - Mocchi once ate 50 jumbo dumplings for a contest

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TAKEOMI :

Stage Name: Takeomi Birth Name: Akashi Takeomi ( 明司武臣 ) Position: Rapper, oldest Birthday: March 10, 1981 Zodiac Sign: Pisces Chinese Zodiac Sign: Rooster Height: 183 cm ( 6'0'' ) Weight: 72 kg ( 159 lbs ) Blood Type: B Nationality: Japanese

Takeomi Facts : - Takeomi dislikes anything that takes a significant amount of effort from him - other members say his special skill is taking advantage of other people - His dream is to become a multimillionaire - Takeomi likes to say he's the father figure of the group, but the others say he's not very fatherly - He dislikes anyone who looks down on him

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RAN :

Stage Name: Ran Birth Name: Haitani Ran ( 灰谷蘭 ) Position: Main Rapper, center Birthday: May 26, 1987 Zodiac Sign: Gemini Chinese Zodiac Sign: Rabbit Height: 183 cm ( 6'0'' ) Weight: 70 kg ( 154 lbs ) Blood Type: A Nationality: Japanese

Ran Facts : - Ran likes Yves Saint Laurent and Mont Blanc - he takes great care of his hair and regularly goes to beauty salons in Harajuku to get it done - Ran tends to get very close to people when they talk to him; everyone thinks he's being flirtatious or trying to intimidate, but in reality Ran does this because he is nearsighted - the person he respects or admires is Kakucho - the people he dislikes are Toman members Tetta Kisaki and Shuji Hanma

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RINDOU :

Stage Name: Rindou Birth Name: Haitani Rindou ( 灰谷竜胆 ) Position: Vocalist, rapper, center Birthday: October 20, 1988 Zodiac Sign: Libra Chinese Zodiac Sign: Dragon Height: 172 cm ( 5'8'' ) Weight: 65 kg ( 143 lbs ) Blood Type: B Nationality: Japanese

Rindou Facts : - Rindou likes DJing and muscle training - he enjoys drinking alcohol at several times throughout the day - the person he respects or admires is Antonio Rodrigo Nogueira - the person he dislikes or fears is Ran Haitani - Rindou ranked number 2 from the question ' Who is the best lover ? '

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KOKO :

Stage Name: Koko ( ココ ) Birth Name: Kokonoi Hajime ( 九井一 ) Position: Vocalist, visual, maknae Birthday: April 1, 1990 Zodiac Sign: Aries Chinese Zodiac Sign: Horse Height: 174 cm ( 5'9'' ) Weight: 60 kg ( 132 lbs ) Blood Type: A Nationality: Japanese

Koko Facts : - Koko's special skill is standing behind others and being a big eater - his hobby is fortune telling with playing cards and swimming - he has bad eyesight and does not like to play ballgames or drive - Koko pokes his tongue out whenever he's feeling especially confident in himself - he ranked number 3 from the question ' Who is the best lover ? '

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Who is your BONTEN bias? ✔ Mikey 9,792 votes Sanzu 4,356 votes Kakucho 3,298 votes Mocchi 3,012 votes Takeomi 2,346 votesRan 8,986 votes Rindou 7,873 votes ✔ Koko 5,002 votes

NO ART IS MINE !! bonten idol art by @ kaya_iris on twt !!

#༞IDOL !#kokonoi hajime #rindou haitani #ran haitani #takeomi akashi #mocchi #kakucho #sanzu haruchiyo #mikey sano #manjiro sano #sanzu akashi #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo revengers x reader #bonten #haruchiyo sanzu #tokyo rev #bonten tokyo revengers

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porcalinecunt · 1 year ago

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𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓 !

𐐂 what if kakucho was an incubus . . . ?

🩰 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐔𝐒! 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

🧴𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

𝐜𝐰 — afab!reader. soft dom! kakucho. sub!reader. fingering. biting. blood. sound kink. size kink(?). soft sex. kakucho has a tail. cumshots.

a/n: happy 2024 yall! sorry i haven’t been posting much, school was kicking my ass and i’ll be just as busy for the next few months ahead. i want to continue the incubus series though so here’s kakucho! if you want to request a charecter, my inbox is open! as always, enjoy! 🤍

꒰ incubus! kakucho would notice you in your most vulnerable state, desperately riding what looked like a fuzzy depiction of another man. your body language and a face too euphoric for someone fucking a rando said enough about your troubles. you missed someone, and you missed them bad. at least, not for long.

꒰ incubus! kakucho would make sure his welcome was warm, retracting his claws and hiding his massive wings as you opened your eyes to meet him in yet another dream. his hands were soft, squeezing the plush of your thighs and hips. your confusion quickly washed away as you felt something slither around your arm. it was black and furry with a sharp, pointed end. his tail wrapped snug around your arm, almost pulling you closer to him.

꒰ incubus! kakucho slithers his fingers in your immediately, watching your face contort in pleasure as he finds your weak spots with ease. you could only stare in awe as he leans into your neck, biting into the soft skin. hot blood trickled down your chest, but your senses were so overwhelmed with pleasure that the sting faded into nothingness. nonetheless, he was careful. Treating you with a tenderness that most incubuses would throw into the wind, consider yourself a lucky one.

꒰ incubus! kakucho, after easing your pussy and drenching his fingers, would slowly sink his cock into you. he would only stop, as he watched you struggle to take it. you’re not the first mortal to struggle taking him, and certainly not the last. unable to keep your legs open, kakucho pushed them down until they touched your chest while keeping them together, exposing your cunny completely. he watched in awe as you swallowed him whole, sighing in response.

꒰ incubus! kakucho would savor every last sound you made. every loud moan and yelp your throat forced out just went straight to his dick, driving him deeper into your greedy cunt. despite your shy and hesitant demeanor, you refused to let him slip out even by accident. kakucho pushed himself forward, placing both hands besides your head, caging you completely. he admired you as your syrupy eyes looked around at the current position you were in as your mouth hung open.

꒰ incubus! kakucho would reach closer and closer to his orgasm, holding your legs and keeping your thighs spread apart while his pace grew sloppy. he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours in a long and slow kiss. incubuses would bust a lung laugh at the mere thought of intimacy with a mortal, but kakucho still had his shread of kindness that he gladly shared as you came around his cock from the shockingly gentle act.

꒰ incubus! kakucho would feel his dick twitch as the knot in his stomach began to snap. he’d pull out and give himself a few more strokes before threads of his seed would paint your trembling body. groaning and sighing, he adored the sight in front of him. your legs trembling while your chest and face were flushed. his cum spilled all over your stomach, some even reaching your chin. if only he could stay for longer, but it’s no big deal after all! you’ll see him again soon enough the next time you miss a hookup or ex. <3

🎀 this work belongs to @porcalinecunt. reblogs and feedback are appreciated. <3

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Toman Headcanons

I forgot posts had link limits, so I'm breaking down my masterlist into smaller pieces (don't worry about any missing links, I'm just taking forever to add things lol)

*non-Toman Hanma headcanons are in the Tenjiku section*

New Years Resolutions (SFW)

Oral Headcanons (NSFW)

Kazutora Relationship Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Pah-Chin Relationship Headcanons (SFW)

Breeding Headcanons (NSFW)

Corrupt Toman!Takemichi Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Draken Relationship Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

TokRev x Shy!Kinky!Reader (NSFW)

Corrupt Toman!Kisaki Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Baji Relationship Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Toman Captains + VCs x Short!Curvy!Reader (NSFW)

Horny!Corrupt Toman!Hanma x Reader (SFW->NSFW)

Rockstar!Draken Headcanons (NSFW)

Rockstar!Baji Headcanons (NSFW)

Horse Groomer!Baji x Farmer's Daughter!Reader (SFW)

Rockstar!Baji x Chubby!Reader (NSFW)

Poly Relationship w/ Baji, Chifuyu, and Kazutora (SFW)

Corrupt Toman!Kisaki x Chubby!Reader (SFW+NSFW)

Poly Relationship w/ Baji, Chifuyu, and Kazutora pt. 2 (NSFW)

Timeout w/ Hanma (NSFW)

Poly Relationship w/ Mikey and Draken (SFW+NSFW)

Corrupt Toman!Hanma x Dom!Reader (NSFW)

Pervy Boyfriend!Kazutora Headcanons (NSFW)

Kazutora x Tomboy!Reader (NSFW)

Hakkai x Black Cat!Reader (SFW)

Hakkai x Black Cat!Reader: First Time (NSFW)

Draken x Independent!Sick!Reader (SFW)

Period Comfort w/ TokRev Boys (SFW+some NSFW)

Corrupt Toman!Kisaki x Friendly!Reader (SFW->NSFW)

Grumpy!Cuddly!Baji x Reader (SFW+suggestive)

TokRev x Reader Who Unknowingly Turns Them On (SFW->NSFW)

Boyfriend!Hanma x Reader: Psych Ward Shenanigans (SFW)

Baji x Reader w/ Humiliation Kink (NSFW)

Pah-Chin NSFW Headcanons (NSFW)

Being Friends w/ The Kawata Twins (SFW)

Idol!Hakkai Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Yandere!Baji Headcanons (NSFW)

Corrupt Toman!Kisaki x Zombie!Reader (SFW, violence)

Poly Relationship w/ Zombie!HanKisa (SFW, violence)

TokRev x Reader Who Matches Their Energy (SFW)

Pent Up!Model!Hakkai x Reader (NSFW)

Possessive!Kazutora x Reader (NSFW)

Draken x Shy!FoulMouthed!Reader (SFW)

Rockstar!Baji x Popstar!Reader (SFW)

Baji x Rockstar!Reader (SFW+NSFW)

Baji x Cheater!Reader (SFW)

Pussy Drunk!Hakkai x Reader (NSFW)

Cocky!Model!Hakkai x Assistant!Reader (NSFW)

TokRev x Reader: Flashing Them During An Argument (NSFW)

Pah-Chin x Piercing Covered!Reader (SFW+NSFW)

Nahoya x Reader: Sending Him Nudes While He's Working (NSFW)

TokRev x Straightforward!Reader (SFW+suggestive)

Cocky!Incubus!Hakkai x Reader (NSFW)

Jealous!Hakkai x Artistic!Reader (SFW)

Prince!Hakkai x Commoner!Reader (SFW)

Sub!Pah-Chin x Reader (NSFW)

Vampire!Baji x Vampire!Reader (SFW)

Baji x Reader: Wedding Bells (SFW)

Poly Relationship w/ Izana and Kakucho (SFW+NSFW)

Vampire!Hakkai x Human!Reader (SFW->NSFW)

Highschool!Hakkai x Manga Artist!Introvert!Reader (SFW)

Best Friend!Hakkai x Artist!Reader (SFW)

Vampire!Hakkai x Reader on Her Period (NSFW)

Magician!Hakkai x Assistant!Reader (NSFW)

Werewolf!Mikey x Vampire!Reader (SFW+suggestive)

Needy Dom!Hakkai x Reader (NSFW)

Perv!Hakkai w/ Reader Who Is Yuzuha's BFF (NSFW)

Model!Hakkai x Shy!Biggest Fan!Reader (SFW)

Mikey w/ A Mommy Kink (NSFW)

Bodyguard!Baji x Idol!Reader (SFW+NSFW)

Tarzan!Baji x Jane!Reader (SFW+NSFW)

Kazutora x Gamer!Reader (SFW+NSFW)

Boxer!Baji x Girlfriend!Reader (NSFW)

Yandere!Baji x Reckless!Reader (SFW)

Toxic!Boyfriend!Draken Headcanons (NSFW)

How They React When You Break Up With Them For Being Immature (SFW)

Girl Dad!Kazutora w/ Daughter Who Has a Tiger Onesie (SFW)

Husband!Kazutora Headcanons (SFW->NSFW)

Kazutora x Camgirl!Reader Thirst (NSFW)

Kazutora x Camgirl!Reader pt.2 (NSFW)

Werewolf!Baji x Human!Reader (SFW+NSFW)

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #masterlist #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers headcanons

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satrs · 2 years ago

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✘𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵｡✘

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎Requested by my lovely darling @amiii0 <;33

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; seems that the hatered the both of you had for each other was all just play pretend.

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; Izana Kurokawa x fem!reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 2.4k

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT. MDNI! unprotected sex. dirty talk(?). riding. slight sub Izana. pussydrunk Izana. enemies to lovers. reader wears a skirt. nicknames(princess, good girl, baby).

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!

"Why is he here? You said we'd be alone."

You asked from the doorstep as you heard noises from the inside of the house, brows furrowing.

You hated him. His annoying remarks and insults always managed to drive you mad. Ever since that one time the both of you got caught in an argument when you came over to visit his sister, who also happened to be your best friend- Emma, there is not a moment where the both of you don't shoot dirty looks at each other.

"I thought so too. He came back with his friends some time ago and I don't think they'll leave any time soon." Your visibly displeased expression causes Emma to flash you a nervous smile, trying to calm you down. "Look, we can go out if you-"

"There's no need to." You both looked at the young blonde man who appeared next to Emma, a handsome smirk plastered on his face as he leaned against the door, looking at you.

Your annoyed expression soon turned into one of joy as you saw the man, lightly biting the inside of your cheek. "Mikey. Hey." He only let out a low chuckle in return, his attention now on Emma. "It's alright, sis. They're all leaving now anyway. I'll tell him to go to his room and not be a pain in the ass." You chuckled at his remark, stepping inside the house soon after.

Right after you kicked off your shoes and put off your jacket, you heard a whistle ring behind you and as you turned around, a long-haired blonde man, accompanied by glasses on his nose stood behind you, cheeky grin on his face as he shamelessly looked you up and down. You huffed at that, quickly making your way into the living room, still feeling the long-haired man's eyes boring into your back.

"Didn't know Izana had a girl." You gasped in shock as you felt someone's hot breath on your neck, coming face to face with a black-haired man, a scar over half of his face. A sour expression overtook you, offended by his words. "Like hell. I'd rather die."

You heard the mentioned man let out a pity laugh from the couch at that, face twisted in distaste. Before you could snap at him, another man appeared next to the one behind you, roughly patting his shoulder. "Let's get out of here, Kakucho. We don't want to bother this pretty girl, do we?"

"Get moving, Ran." Emma interfered, crossed arms over her chest as she urged the men to leave. Ran chuckled at that, him and Kakucho making their way to the door. "You're a pretty girl too Emma. No need to be jealous."

"Ran you're out of here in the next ten seconds or I'll make you." Ran raised his hands in defeat. "The overprotective brother and jealous boyfriend acting doesn't suit you right, Mikey. See ya around."

Mikey gritted his teeth at that, visibly annoyed by his brother's companions, soon turning his attention towards his brother on the couch. "Just because Shinchiro is gone for some days doesn't mean you can act like a bitch. He entrusted me the household."

"I'm acting like a bitch?" He stood up, firmly glaring at you before letting out a sarcastic laugh and turning to go to his room, trying to escape the argument. Mikey and Emma both chuckled at his action. "Almost unbelievable that he's the second oldest."

"Petty as always." Mikey's gaze shifted back to you. "Both of you have fun, yeah?"

.·:*¨ ✘ ✘ ¨*:·.

You and Emma both made yourself comfortable on the couch, binging you both's favorite TV show until it struck you. "Emma? Why aren't you in uniform?" You motioned on your shirt, which the both of you bought as a matching reference to the show you always watched together, it was almost like some kind of ritual- you came over at her place every weekend to watch it together.

She gasped at that, hand flying to her mouth as she looked at you, as if she had betrayed you. You laughed at that. "I forgot! Wait, I'll go and get it-" "No don't worry I'll get it. I watched this episode already so I won't miss anything." Another gasp erupted from her as she now looked at you in betrayal. "Traitor!" You stood up and rushed to her room, giggling while doing so. "Guilty. I just couldn't wait, you know."

As you stepped into the familiar room you quickly gathered what you came for from her closet, chuckling lightly at you both's silly ideas. But your smile soon disappeared from your face as you heard a barely audible moan from another room. knitting your eyebrows in both confusion and worry, you stepped outside, closely listening for any other noises.

And again, a muffled moan reached your ears and you looked to the source of the voice - Izana's door. "The fuck?", you lowly whispered to yourself. You should just mind your business and go back to Emma but, what if he was hurt?

If we're being honest, you were playing dumb. No one would sound like- this when they are hurt. But, you were curious, who could blame you? Maybe you could get a tease out of it.

You carefully stepped towards his door which was lightly open, peeking through the gap as your hand flew to your mouth at the sight- Izana was on his bed, hair disheveled and sweat glistening on his forehead as his hand rapidly stoked his dick, biting his lip in an attempt to muffle his moans.

"Oh fuck." You squeezed your thighs together in anticipation, to invested in the sight before you to look away. There was no denying he was insanely attractive, but he was an asshole. A big one at that. If he could just shut his mouth, then maybe you would-

"Y/N, fuckkk." Did you just hear that right? Did he just- what the hell? There is no way, you have to open that door and confront this sick fuck about-

"Y/N! What is taking you so long? Is everything alright?" You saw Izana stop his movements at the shrill voice of his little sister, shook on his face as he quickly stood up, adjusting his pants back on as curses flew from his lips. "Shit shit shit." Did you hear him?

He felt his heart sink as he heard your voice close- too close to his room. "Y-yeah, I just have to use the bathroom real quick! I got some issues, you know how it is."

You didn't think, mind spinning and stomach turning, hearing both Emma's voice and Izana's loud footsteps coming closer. "Oh damn, you can use my pads and take a shower if you want!" Closer.

"Thanks-" You came face to face with Izana's furious expression, face twisted in both embarrassment and shook. "You fucking creep", he whisper-yelled, "what is wrong with you!?" He slapped the door right into your face as you still stood there, unable to move with your mouth hanging open. What just happened? You should probably go back to Emma and-

The door suddenly swung open and the white-haired male quickly dragged you into his room, closing the door and pressing you right onto it and locking the door, too fast for you to react. "You had it coming." and with that he smacked his lips against yours, you gasping into his mouth in shock before leaning into it, taking what he gave you.

The both of you had to catch your breath after the kiss, low-lidded purple eyes staring at you. You finally took the courage to speak up, shoving him roughly, causing him to take a few steps back near his bed, talking up to him to lecture him. "You're the creep here. You moaned my name and then you think the only response you can think of is kiss me? You're fucking disgusting."

He sat at the edge of his bed, head falling into his hand as he groaned into it, regretting his actions. "Sorry." A smirk crept it's way onto your features at the sound of his voice. Never had you heard him say sorry. Hell- you didn't know that this word was even in his vocabulary. Maybe he did have some heart in him.

"Saying sorry doesn't do anything." He peered up at that, wide eyes looking at your unreadable expression, a confused look on his face as you moved near him, staring to straddle his lap. But he didn't complain, oh no, he let you do you.

If he was being honest, he was still horny and hard- so, why not?

You lightly pushed him onto the bed, head leaning down to his, mere inches away from his face. "Tell me," You placed a feather-light kiss to his neck, his shacky breath causing you to grin against his tanned skin, "tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

Your whisper against his lips caused his dick to twitch painfully in his pants and he knew for sure you felt it too. Of course you would tease him, he hated you after all. Or, that's what you thought.

He didn't have to usher a word, his actions speaking for themself as his hands took hold of your hip, grinding you on top his clothed length. "You exactly know what I want, Y/N. And you sure as hell want it too." You had to muffle a moan by caging your lip between your teeth as your clothed clit bumped against his trousers just right, needily rocking your hips to his rhythm. Thank God you wore a skirt today.

"See? You actually can keep that petty mouth shut. What a surprise." A frustrated groan left your lips at his teasing, growing needier by any second, quickly raising your hips to free his erection from his trousers, pushing your panties to the side as you lead his angry tip through your wet folds, sinful sounds escaping the both of you. "What a good girl," His words got cut of by a low moan as you sank down onto him, walls hugging his length as if you were molded for his cock, next words only audible as a whisper, "That’s it."

Your hips swiftly began to move back and forth, his hands sneaking to your ass to increase the rythm, flesh of your ass ripping at the harsh impact of his hand on it.

He lifted his head to look where your bodies were connected, another moan escaping his lips as you clenched around him, head falling back into the cushion, eyes closed in pleasure. "Fuck."

A knock snapped Izana out of his pleasure, head snapping to the door. "I'm going out for a bit. You wanna join?" It was the voice of his brother, Mikey. Always in the worst possible moments-

"Answer him." His gaze went back at you, your eyes looking up at him from his neck, hips beginning to pick up their pace, causing his hand to clasp over his mouth, groaning into it.

"Izana? You alright there, bro?" The doorknob began to twist and turn, Izana's heart rapidly breathing. Stop moving, stop moving, stop-

A moan escaped his lips as you bit onto his neck to muffle your own moans, curses falling from his lips as his hand griped your ass thightly, trying to halt your movements. "F-fuck off, i'm not gonna-", He stopped himself, slapping your ass in a warning manner as your hole sucked him in. "go out with you."

He could still muster the sigh from his brother before he heard his footsteps disapearing, heart now feeling a bit more at ease. But there was still one problem- Emma. He looked at the clock. It's been ten minutes since you caught him.

You have to stop right now, or Emma will get suspicious. But he can't. "Pretty pussy going to be the death of me- shiitt, just like that, baby. Don't stop, gotta be quick."

His brows knitted as he felt himself nearing his limit, soon begining to thrust up into you roughly, leaving you gasping for air and mewl into his neck. "I'm gonna cum, 'zana." He groaned at the nickname you gave him, hips speeding up and sound of skin slapping on each other growing louder. "Yeah? Then be a good girl and cream 'round me."

With one more thrust of his hips your body arched into his touch, thighs shacking in his hold as you came undone, face twisting in pleasure. "Give it to me, princess. All of it."

Your walls flutter around him, tight grip around him, his thrusts turning sloppy before he painted your walls in his hot cum, hand flying to your neck to push his lips onto yours, moaning and groaning into your mouth.

The both of you soon catched your breath, your body falling limp ontop of him until you heared footsteps approacing. "Y/N? Where the hell are you?" The footsteps momentarily disapeared into the bathroom until returning to Izana's door, twisting the knob frantically. "Izana! What is going on, is Y/N with you?"

Your eyes shoot up at him, pleading him to say no, but his smirk made you realize what he was about to do. His hand brushed some hair out of your face before answering. "Yeah, why?"

You cursed under your breath before quickly getting off of the young man, him trying to hide the wide grin that was threatening to grow. "Y/N What the hell? Why is the door locked?"

Izana also adjusted himself quicly as you rushed to the door, sitting up on his bed. You came to view with a confused and both furious Emma, face showing all you needed to know.

Your breathing was back to normal but your hair were still slightly out of place, your skirt riding up a bit too high on your thighs. "Y/N. This better not be what I think-"

"We were just talking, calm down." Emma's eyes snapped to his brother, eyebrow quirking up at that. "Talking?" He shrugged. "Yeah. Settling our quarrel." Your head craned into his direction, slight smirk played on his lips. "Right, Y/N?"

You felt Emma's gaze back at you, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Y-yeah. We're good now." He lightly chuckled at that, surprising the both of you. "I'm glad."

"Me too." Emma's expression was back to her normal, cheerful one, clasping her hands together before taking you by the hand, leading you back to the living room. "Alright, enough chit-chat. The show is waiting."

You looked back at Izana who blew you a teasing kiss before motioning his finger to your thigh, where you felt his cum leaking down, your cheeks lightly heating up at that and frantically trying to wipe it off.

"See you next week, Y/N. I'm already thrilled to watch that show with you."

#my work 𓆩⟡𓆪 #lec writes!۵ #izana smut #tokyo rev smut #tokyorev smut #tr smut #tokyo revengers smut #izana kurokawa #izana kurokawa fanfic #izana x reader #tokyo revengers fic #izana x y/n #tokyo manji gang #tokyo rev x reader #tr izana #kakucho #x reader

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