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Shiatsu

Toji Fushiguro x Uzui Tengen x Reader(18+)

Summary: You are the sole owner of the best massage parlor in town. Once you heard about Toji Fushiguro falling on hard times and struggling to take care of his son, you decided to give him a job to get by. Trouble arises when all he gets are complaints and to make matters worse, a rich hot regular customer Tengen Uzui wants you AND Toji to serve him. 

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Reader POV

“So if you sign up for the yearly plan then the costs for a joint facial will be discounted along with the full body massa-.”

“I’VE HAD IT!” Utahime booms into your office while you’re in the middle of doing business with a customer. You shoot her a lethal glare that read ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?!’ Before turning back to the bewildered patron, you mustered up a masterclass business smile.

“Please take my business card. I’d love to further discuss your consultation. Hope to hear from you soon!” You graciously scooted the customer out the door of your massage parlor with Utahime hot on your heels following behind. You could still feel her burning irises pierce your back and she was one huff away from you completely lashing out. Although it was closing time, it seems like your work is never finished.

After locking the door, you took in a few deep breaths. You remembered that the key to a successful establishment was happy and satisfied employees. Your eyes screwed shut as you felt an impending headache coming on. You partially couldn’t blame her for her outburst. After all, the main culprit always ended up getting off Scot free. Plus, she wasn’t the first employee you had to take on this task so you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. 

‘Not even Utahime had the patience.’ You mentally noted before turning around and facing her head on. You entwined your fingers in front of you as you stood tall in your all white, v-neck tunic with long white knit pants. Your hair was pulled back and out of the way, and your calm and collected demeanor was met with Utahime’s frustrated pout.

“Look. Only for a week-.” You began stretching your hands out as if Utahime was about to launch an attack. 

“Ha! A week?! Try two hours! Do you even understand how much trouble he got in with just two hours?! I mean it boss. Either he leaves or I do!” Utahime ranted on.

“Iori, you know that your reputation is too precious here for you to leave. All I asked was for him to shadow you. I’ll fix it so don’t worry.” Your heart started racing. You absolutely HATED when people used the ‘I quit’ card on you. Most of the time you would let them leave. But Utahime was a customer favorite who is routinely requested and you knew that if she was willing to give it all up, then something bad must have happened.

“I told you. I’m NOT doing it.” She crossed her arms as her long black bangs shadowed her eyes challengingly. It was one thing to reject a task. It was another to challenge your authority. 

“I told you. I’ll fix it.” You stood firm while your voice carried both comfort and warning. 

“Or we can all discuss this together like one big happy family.” The main character of today’s event finally showed up. The white button up barely left anything up to imagination as muscles practically rippled out from under the shirt. His muscles perked up even more while he crossed his arms and leaned up against the doorway that connects the lobby to the parlor hallway. The rolled up sleeves to his button up displayed his veiny forearms and you wondered if he was this big…everywhere.

Toji Fushiguro

A bored expression matched his stance as he eyed Utahime. She fumed at his presence before turning her nose up and leaving to go tidy up the rooms. You could faintly hear her spewing colorful curses as she disappeared into the hallway. Toji turned back to you as a chuckle escaped his lips.

“Are you having fun making my life a living hell? Is me having a successful business that much of a nightmare for you?!” You screamed in a hushed tone as the careful and calm facade you tried to keep up finally came undone. He shoved his hands into his black trouser pant pockets and approached you lazily.

“Toji! God! I swear you…!” You failed to find the right curses to throw at him as he towered over you. An audible gasp escaped your lips as he trapped you between his chest and the cold glass door behind you. He placed a hand flat next to your head as he leaned to meet you face to face. 

“I keep telling you I’m willing to help in other ways.” He taunted. His sharp eyes bore into yours teasingly as a mischievous smirk tugged on his lips. Your eyebrows furrowed at his suggestion but you couldn’t help but feel heat pool your insides as he hovered his head against your ear. His lips haphazardly grazed the top of your lobe. Toji traced his knuckles slowly and gently down your neck and around your shoulder following the curves of your body. 

“Lady Boss~. Why don’t you let me put in some overtime?” He practically groaned into your ear. Your body fell slack as he used his free hand to keep you from sliding down. His lips came dangerously close to your neck. You placed both hands at his chest and shoved him back which earned a pout from your devilish employee. 

“I didn’t give you this job for you to fuck around. You have a son. Have some self control.” You silenced him. You couldn’t read his expression but a part of you didn’t want to press any further. You lifted up the mic clipped to your top that is connected to the walkie-talkie.

“Meeting in the break room, now!” You spoke into the mic that carried over to the other employees. Toji rolled his eyes but soon stalked closely behind you as you made your way to convene with the rest of the night staff. 

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All of the staff gathered sitting at a round table in the break room. You were one of the last to enter until Toji followed in a few steps behind you. You stood firm and scanned the room at your bored staff members. As soon as he walked in, everyone in the room tensed. Toji remained standing while leaning against the wall next to the break room door. 

‘Damn. It’s like he struck fear in their hearts.’ Your eyebrows furrowed at their reaction as you knew this was going to be a long meeting. 

“I hope you know we are owed compensation pay over this.” Kento Nanami, elegantly wiping his glasses clean, didn’t even bother to make contact when he made the demand. He briefly paused and shot you a knowing glance before drawing a glare towards Toji. 

“I also request a thorough inspection of the staff in the near future. And for necessary changes to be made.” Nanami raised his head as if he were looking down on Toji, who in return blew a kiss. You crossed your arms a little peeved at his requests. You wanted to find some common ground. 

“Choso? Thoughts?” You looked over to the black haired man who seemed astonished at the mention of his name. It’s almost like he wasn’t paying attention to the conversation till now. However, out of everyone, you hoped he would at least be understanding. 

“Toji is shit at this job.” He stated bluntly. A humorous chuckle escaped Nanami’s lips and Utahime crossed her arms smugly. Choso opened the floodgates for a medley of complaints from the staff about Toji.

“He uses way too much force during massages.”

“He’s never on sauna duty on time.”

“He burned a client with hot rocks.”

“He wastes the essential oils.”

“He insults the clients to their face.”

Each new insult felt like a shot in the chest. Did it suck that everyone absolutely HATED Toji’s guts? Yes. But it’s not just because it meant you made a bad call with choosing employees. If he were just anybody then he would have been kicked to the curb a long time ago. 

However, Toji saved your life once when you were in danger and this is you trying to repay the favor. It doesn’t help that he also has an extra mouth to feed. Letting him go now when you are the only one he can turn to for help is just too cruel. But, you can’t put the state of your business at risk. 

You squeezed your eyes shut and your head hung low. 

“I sincerely apologize for this massive oversight. I’ve heard you all loud and clear and I have made a decision.” You heard the ruffling of clothes as if Toji tensed at your words. Your head snapped towards him and he stood defensively, anticipating your choice. For a brief moment, you saw a flash of sadness in his eyes masked by a hint of frustration. 

‘He’s trying. He’s really trying.’ You mentally debated. You reached out and snaked your arm around Toji’s bicep and pulled him to stand next to you.

“That is why Toji will be shadowing me from now on.” You announced confidently. You almost think you should have made this decision from the very beginning. Everyone looked completely unmoved but also relieved that none of them would have to put up with the burden of teaching him anymore. 

After promising compensation and bonus pay for their efforts, the meeting concluded and you allowed the staff to leave the closing duties to you. One by one, everyone packed their belongings and headed home. You almost regretted shouldering all of the closing duties because the workload had tripled since you first started. However, you figured that your employees had been through enough stress for the week. 

After donning a tan apron, you grabbed a mop to begin wiping down the lobby’s wooden floors. Your body jolted at the sharp growl of the vacuum cleaner starting and you realized that you were not alone. Down the hallway, you saw the light for one of the private rooms still on and peered around the corner to take a peek.

“Toji…” You breathed. Unfortunately, the loud roar of the vacuum cleaner prevented him from hearing you as his back faced the doorway you were standing in. You scanned the room and noticed that it was absolutely spotless. The towels were neatly folded and the oils were refilled, prepped, and ready for tomorrow. Your eyes zoned in on his back as he raked back and forth. The dampness from his body made the shirt cling to his skin and fresh sweat traveled down the back of his neck. You watched the water track through his shirt like a tall stone fountain as the sweat traced each curve of his muscle. 

He began to unbutton his top and it fell past his shoulders, snapping you out of your trance. You walked up behind him and grabbed his shoulder.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You gritted mentally wishing for him to continue but you let reason take control. 

“It’s damn hot.” He complained as he turned to face you, letting the white shirt hang down on his elbows. As his body turned square to you, you became face to face with a swollen bare chest that blocked your entire vision. Your eyes trailed down to stone sculpted abs that were practically begging to be touched. You took in a shaky breath. 

“I mean what are you doing here?” You continued while your eyes still failed to meet his. The shape of his body was hypnotizing and the prominent etch of his v-line left promise of a treasure to uncover. 

His hand raised and pinched your chin to raise your eyes to meet his. The mischievous glint in his eyes showed that he knew that you liked what you saw. He hovered over your neck and dabbed his tongue, slowly tracing up your neck, tasting you. You grabbed his chest as a reflex. With a low groan, he paused after meeting up at your jawline. His free hand traveled down and firmly clawed your ass and he nibbled at your earlobe. You bit your bottom lip as a strained groan echoed from your chest.

“Mmm. I think you are worried less about why I’m here, lady boss. And wondering what I plan to do.” He chuckled darkly in your ear before kneading your ass. “You look like you’re afraid I’m going to eat you.” He teased while using his body to push you up against the wall next to the doorway.

He let his shirt fall to his feet and cupped your face. Toji hovered his face close enough where his nose gently brushed yours and took in a strained breath. He pushed his knee in between your thighs and allowed your heat to soak his leg. Your hands curled on his chest as if you were begging him to do something. He obliged and locked his lips with yours. His tongue bullied its way into your mouth as he dragged his hand back to your rear to grind your heat against his leg. He pulled his lips back and left soft pecks up your jawline.

“Tsk tsk tsk. Bad girl. Getting turned on by your own employee.” He whispered against your ear as your forehead fell into his shoulder. He was right, he was taking control over you. And you intended to fix that. You traced your hand down to scout his groin and your hand twitched as you landed on something firm and throbbing. 

“Look at this employee getting turned on by his boss.” Your hand began to massage up and down the outline of his cock. And he hissed as his head rested against the wall behind you. His hand that cupped your face now squeezed your shoulder as a long “fuck” escaped his lips. 

Suddenly, Toji felt something cold. He looked down and saw that you pushed the master keys to his chest.

“Lock up when you’re done here for me?” You giggled sinisterly before escaping his grasp. You gathered your things and hastily left out the front door leaving Toji alone and dumbfounded. 

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Toji

Toji knew he was in trouble when he first saw you. Sitting back on the massage chair in the private room, he began to reminisce on the first day he met you. You had just opened your massage spa and was starting out with steam. 

The only problem was that you often did closing time by yourself and unfortunately, you had a few guests who tried to take advantage of that fact. They waited until closing to get you alone. They cornered you away from your car and luckily, Toji, who was already in a bad mood from losing at the casino, was wandering about that night. When one of them brandished a weapon, Toji fell into action, knocking both guys out and waited with you while you called the police. Originally, Toji was going to demand some money as a reward but after he got a breathtaking look at you, he figured the debt was already paid. 

He stuck around and you all chatted while waiting for the police to show up. Once they did, Toji had mentioned how he had to leave and pick up his son who was being looked after by a neighbor. You gave him your number and offered to help him with whatever he needed and eventually, he made the call.

Currently, he was breathless as his head fell back against the massage chair. His pants pulled down to his knees as he violently yanked his cock into submission. 

“Nngh…ah…fuck me…” Curses spilled from his mouth as his member throbbed and ached with seed. Seeing you today was the last straw to his sanity. He knows he broke so many rules but his body moved before his mind could talk some sense into it. He memorized the way you tasted, the mold of your ass on his hand and the moan you tried to bite back when he played with it. His hand moved faster. 

Heavy groans drummed through his chest as his veins pulsed. He fantasized about all the ways he planned on taking you today. He wanted you to feel the cold glass door against your chest as he rutted into you from the back. He damn near wanted to take you in front of all the other employees as one massive ‘fuck you’ when they argued against him being there.

Because he knew you would defend him and he absolutely loved it. The way you stood firm and dismissed all of their doubts about him drove him wild. He jerked faster and started gasping for air. He clawed his bangs back as sweat beaded his forehead. Toji wishes you stayed. He wished that he didn’t go through this torment alone. Because if you did, he knew that you wouldn’t regret it. If you stayed, he would be able to taste more, prod more, pull more of those delicious moans from your lips. If you stayed, he would’ve gladly got down on his knees and swiped his tongue over your-.

“Ah…fuck!” Toji quickly reached over to a folded towel to catch his seed. He continued to jerk and massage until he was fully spent into the towel. You completely had him under your control.

And he would do anything you asked.

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Reader POV

You took one last look in the mirror before tugging on your fitted black dress. You attempted to at least fasten it around your thighs but it kept rising up in protest. You admitted defeat, convincing yourself that it’s just going to be a short night out anyways. 

Utahime had invited you out as an apology for lashing out earlier. But in reality, you think she just wanted an excuse to chug down a few beers. Either way, you needed a nice break from work. Even though you created a calm and relaxing atmosphere, the actual workload is anything but that. 

You arrived at the local nightclub and found Utahime along with your other employees huddled in a booth against the wall. You had hoped all of the tension from earlier had passed and everyone was open to having a good time. 

“Hey strangers.” You laid your purse onto the table and slid into the rounded booth. You felt arms wrap around your shoulders as Utahime fell slack against your shoulder. You searched the table noting that the invitation was not extended to Toji. Not like it was surprising. 

“Boss!~ Listennnnn! Did you know Choso ignored my calls?! I had to stake out his house and kidnap him to come with me.” She whined. Her breath reeked of alcohol and all you could wonder is how she managed to drink this much in just 30 minutes.

“Thank you for confessing to your crimes.” Choso tipped his glass towards Utahime who flipped him off in response. The two continued to bicker as your eyes honed in on Nanami who sat at the edge of the booth completely isolating himself from the conversation. He looked more relaxed as held a glass up to his lips while it seemed like he was distracted by something.

“Something wrong?” You spoke up, however not enough to shock Nanami out of his gaze. 

“That guy.” Nanami began. You turned your sight to meet the target of his stare and landed on a very familiar face. “Doesn’t he come by the spa often? I can’t forget his face.” Nanami’s words began to zone out as you made eye contact with the man.

White, silvery hair that fell softly on his shoulders and blush fuchsia eyes that dripped with seduction. He stood back up against the bar with his arms splayed against the counter behind him. He wore a burgundy button up with white pants and paraded expensive gold piercings while a matching white jacket draped across his shoulders. Relaxed and powerful as his figure towered over those surrounding him. You blinked twice as he made eye contact with you and you felt a little flushed as he caught you staring. He gave his head a gentle nod up signaling you to join him. 

Nanami huffed as he watched the entire interaction take place. Your head snapped towards him as he took a slow sip of rum and coke from his glass. He placed his cup on the table and sat back against the booth. 

“Well? Aren’t you going to join him?” Nanami asked, gazing up at you from under his eyelashes. He abandoned his glasses and his blonde hair was slightly tousled from him dragging his hand through it often. 

“Ha! Working hours are over so that means I’m the customer now.” You argued and signaled the waiter to order yourself margarita. “But I wouldn’t expect a workaholic to understand that.” You joked while resting your chin on your palm. 

Nanami clicked his tongue while Utahime howled in laughter. Choso was resting his head on the table while Utahime tried to push him to take one more sip. 

“One margarita.” The waiter placed your drink on the table as you fumbled through your purse to find your card, doubting Utahime is sober enough to keep her promises. 

“Every drink at this table is on me.” The voice belonged to none other than the handsome acquaintance from across the room. Tengen Uzui. The owner of the club who comes by the spa often. Lately, he has been a household name, opening up newer clubs left and right. Surely, he could afford his own household masseuse but he still faithfully supports your spa. 

“We are not doing this again, Tengen.” You sighed as he offered to pay for your drinks like he usually does. You felt a small slap on your shoulder. 

“Yes the hell we are! Remember the tab was on me!” Utahime whispered loud enough to gain a jovial laugh from the tall white haired man. He placed his hands on his hips and leaned. 

“It wasn’t for free, little manager. Let’s just say I’m expecting a free pass to whoever I want the next time I come.” A naughty smirk painted his lips as his request only spoke trouble. Luckily, he had the money to afford that kind of trouble and you figured that he wouldn’t ask for anything too unreasonable, right ?

You practically chugged down your drink with hopes to have a clearer answer to his request. You slammed the glass on the table and you almost choked at the sting of the alcohol. An outstretched hand interrupted your thoughts.

“Dance with me. Talk to me about it with your body.” Tengen urged wickedly. You heard a whistle from Utahime and a scoff from Nanami as you took Tengen’s hand and headed to the dance floor. 

The crowd prevented you from venturing too far and Tengen didn’t waste any time to pull your back into his chest. He snaked his arms down and around your body and leaned over to be leveled with your neck.

“Did you ignore me earlier on purpose? I must say, I didn’t know you were so heartless.” Tengen fasted his hands on your hips and swayed your body to the music. You didn’t miss the hint of humor in his voice as he pressed you. 

“The rich and popular Tengen had his feelings hurt by a small spa business owner. I’ll add it to my list of achievements.” You joked. He began to drag his hand up your front and swiped your hair to the side for open access to your shoulder. 

“Well if I had it my way, you would be my own personal massage therapist.” He planted a small peck on your shoulder that left heat against your skin soon after he pulled back

“You know you couldn’t pay me enough to abandon my business.” You leaned your head back against him and allowed your body to get lost in the movements.

“I know that something is keeping you there. And I want to know what it is. I hope it’s interesting.” The last part of his sentence was barely audible. Tengen palmed your chin to force your gaze to meet his. His lidded eyes burned with desire as he leaned down to hover over your lips. Your heart started racing as his lips practically teased yours and you tensed against his body. 

He traced his thumb against your bottom lip and propped your mouth open. He slid his thumb through your pouty lips and allowed your tongue to dance over it. You wondered if it was the alcohol making you this bold or if the atmosphere of the club was making you feel a little reckless. Tengen responded wonderfully as a red hue colored his cheeks. 

His hand tightened against your hip as he tugged you back against his pelvis. He didn't hide the fact that he was turned on and made sure the crease in your ass felt every inch of his desire.

“I like this side of you, little manager.” He groaned and then tipped your head up and to the side exposing your neck and feverishly sucked on your nape. He suddenly bit down hard and a pained groan escaped your lips. You were thankful the music was too loud and the lights were too dark for anyone to notice. The bastard was trying to leave a hickey. 

You pushed yourself out of his grasp and held the place where he made his mark. He grinned sinfully and breathed another cheerful laugh.

“I wonder how the person you are protecting will react. I look forward to our next meeting very soon.” Following those ominous words, Tengen shoved his hands in his pockets and then disappeared into the crowd. 

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You spent all morning doing rituals to minimize the dark plum colored mark on your neck. Unfortunately, the cold spoon method only spread the kiss mark and you opted to just tie a white scarf around your neck for the day. Even though you feel like coming to work with a hickey was deeply unprofessional, that’s not why you tried your best to hide it. 

You were at war in your mind trying to convince yourself that having a hickey is nothing really to be ashamed of if you aren’t dating anyone but you still didn’t want Toji to get the wrong idea. 

Wait…Toji? 

You can admit that you let your guard down a little every time he tried to seduce you but you figured that he was just playing around. And you definitely didn’t want to be the idiot that mistook his constant advances for something more. Still, it’s best to stay out of trouble anyway. You constantly reminded yourself to keep things professional but it seems like these guys are trying to push your limit. 

Morning had transitioned to afternoon and you had already finished your 4th session of the day.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Rengoku! I hope to see you again soon!” You masked your typical business smile while handing a parting gift of essential oils and face masks to the tall blonde fiery haired man. Unlike your masqueraded smile, it seems like he’s the type that never stops smiling. Toji who is shadowing you didn’t hide his annoyance to the male patron.

“No, thank you! My good friend recommended this place to me and I have not been disappointed!” His booming voice seemed to carry across the room as he took your parting gift gladly. You couldn’t help but wonder who the good friend was as you accompanied Rengoku to the door, Toji closely following behind. You couldn’t help but feel his gaze piercing towards your neck in particular. You heard the sound of a car horn and you and Rengoku both turned towards the glass window.

“Speak of the little devil.” Rengoku laughed boisterously as we both watched the white haired man emerge from a flashy red and white Bugatti. You froze as you felt that your worlds were about to collide. Certainly, there is no way that Toji would be able to connect the dots between you and Tengen. Just in case, you tightened the scarf tied around your neck to secure it.

‘Little devil indeed.’ You mentally groaned as Rengoku exited the shop to strike up a conversation with Tengen outside. They began conversing as if they’d known each other for years. You felt a sharp pull on your arm and you were led into a dark supply closet.

Toji had turned on the dim light that hung from the ceiling.

“What are you-?!” You whispered as Toji pawed your scarf and yanked it off before you had time to react. You reflexively tried to raise your hand to cover the mark but Toji was faster than you. He held your wrist and pinned it against the wall.

“This shit was bothering me all morning.” He gritted with his eyes darting back and forth from the hickey to your face. You struggled against his grasp to regain your wrist back.

“I’m grown, I’m single and I’m hot. Do I really need to say more?” You snapped as he clicked his tongue. You’re not sure why you immediately started to explain yourself but you were willing to do anything for him to release your wrist. He dropped the scarf to the floor and tangled his hand into your hair and pulled your head violently to the side. He sucked harder on the same place where Tengen left the hickey. You winced at the pain as you squirmed against him.

“Ah-! Toji please…” You begged as he bit down, reactivating the throbbing pain of the mark. 

“Was it white hair?” He whispered against your neck and your jaw clenched. “I’m not a fucking idiot you know.” He then yanked your wrist to his lips.

“How many more marks do I need to add? Should I put one here so you can’t hide it?” He skated his lips against the pulse point of your wrist. “Is he special to you?” Toji asked, visibly frustrated. He slid his other hand down to your chest and your head fell back against the wall. He started kneading your breast at an excruciatingly slow pace as your free arm clutched his shirt. 

“W-We have an agreement.” You breathed as Toji skillfully slid his hand up under your white tunic shirt. He left fire in his path as he traced up your stomach to your bare chest. Toji used his thumb to leisurely toy with your nipple. Your breaths quicken as you forcefully pull Toji closer. A smirk grew on the corners of his lips and he proceeded to pinch the poor nipple. Your body jumped. He watched in amusement as he continued to flit and pluck against your chest and he brought his lips to the underside of your wrist.

He bit down. The bite was more painful than Tengen’s and you knew that he was being an ass to prove a point. A short scream fell from your lips as you quickly used your free hand to cover your mouth. Once Toji was done, he licked the painful mark he left and pecked it gently. 

“Now you have a new mark to worry about. And I hope it bothers you all damn day.” He ragged on. You felt heat meet your cheeks but not the heat of desire, the flames of anger. You pulled your wrist back and slapped him. A red mark washed over his cheek but then soon faded. He was frozen as his eyes remained wide and his jaw clenched. 

“Are you satisfied now? I have a business to run but you are doing everything in your power to make sure I can’t. It seems that I’ve let you run wild for too long.” You rubbed the mark that Toji left. He hasn’t moved and it was hard to read his expression because his bangs were shadowing his eyes. You heard the faint sound of a bell being rung and figured that Tengen had made it to the front desk. Hastily, you picked up the scarf and fastened it around your neck once more. You left Toji alone in the closet and made your way down the hallway. You pulled the mic of your walkie-talkie and clicked it on. 

“All staff please head to the front.” You gave orders to the staff, some of whom had probably just finished their current clients. Everyone filed into the lobby to meet with Tengen in order to make his decision. Toji was last to arrive as he took his place behind you. 

“Hello again, little manager! I see you kept our promise.” Tengen, who today sported a white button up vest with nothing underneath to accentuate the muscles on his arms. The vest was tailored to highlight the shape of his waist and fitted where you could almost see the outline of his abs. He wore white dress pants held up by a brown belt with matching brown loafers. His wrist was decorated with watches and rings and he of course wore his signature gold shackle earrings. He gave his trenchcoat to Choso who promptly headed towards the coat closet to hang it up. 

Tengen had eyed you up and down but his gaze fell on your wrist and you quickly hid it behind your other hand to hide the mark Toji left. Tengen’s eyes met yours again and a wicked smile played on his lips.

‘Busted.’ You thought as Tengen began to scan the faces of everyone in the lobby. His gaze stopped and looked passed you, clearly at the man behind you. Nervously, you turned your head to see Toji was not hiding his lethal glare towards Tengen whatsoever. 

“You will do just fine for today.” Tengen finally decided but you stepped in front of Toji before Tengen could continue.

“He’s still in training. He’s shadowing me for the day.” You interjected knowing that the effort is pointless. Tengen always got his way. He continued to the back towards the special private suite and bushed towards Toji. He placed a hand on his shoulder and Toji met him eye to eye, masking a bored expression.

“Then I look forward to being your test dummy.” 

Straight filth. RIP reader <3

Reader POV

All of the rooms are sound proof to protect the privacy of the guest, however, the tension in the room was louder than the noise. Tengen, who had already changed into a white robe, settled himself chest first against the cushioned massage table. You assisted him with shedding the robe down his back and covering just above his rear. 

Tengen rested his face comfortably on the back of his palms as he soaked in all of your movements while keeping an amused eye on Toji. You used the palms of your hand to gently knead the back of his shoulders and he hissed and sighed at each motion. 

“Mmm…you’re so good at this. Yes…lower, little manager.” Tengen was often very vocal during his sessions but today he seemed to be especially playful. The moans that left his lips never failed to swell heat into your core as you felt encouraged to do more. You maneuvered your hands to his lower back and began to roll your knuckles over his tense back.

“Nnmmh! Harder…” He demanded while still keeping eye contact with Toji. It felt a little embarrassing that he was just watching because Tengen was not afraid to be blunt about his pleasure. At some point, you think Toji snapped. He marched over to the massage table and held your wrist. You paused and looked up at him in confusion.

“It’s time to switch.” He ordered and pushed you back gently to take over. 

“Turn around.” Toji ordered with the twirl of his index finger. Tengen obeyed and flipped onto his back, his robe now covering just above his groin. Toji walked over to the shelf housing the essential oils and lathered a eucalyptus scented oil all over his hands. He set the oil close by for reapplication. 

Toji got to work on his shoulders first and you were afraid that he was going to use too much force with the client again. However, only hushed groans left Tengen’s lips as he embraced all of Toji’s heavy handed massages, purposeful or not. Toji moved down his abdomen and then his thigh. By this point, Tengen’s member was standing at full attention. Large and thick enough to pitch a sizable tent within the robe. Toji paused, wondering how to massage his thighs without making any mistakes. Tengen noticed the long pause and spoke up first.

“Aren’t you supposed to make me feel better? Help me then, newbie.” Tengen challenged and with one swift motion, Toji pulled down the robe and let it hit the floor. Your eyes flew wide as Tengen’s eager cock bobbed free. 

“Toji-!” You started.

“Are you sure you want my help, rich boy?” Toji slid his slick palm up and down Tengen’s member and Tengen’s head fell back against the table. Toji circled his palm and began to pump Tengen slowly. Tengen’s hands clutched Toji’s palm as he began to drive his hips against Toji’s palm. The slick from the oil echoed a squelching sound through the room as desperate quick breaths spilled from Tengen’s lips. You couldn’t believe the scene that was unfolding in front of your eyes.

“Mmm fuck…I- I need something to hold on to. Ahh….tsss… little manager. Sit on my face.” Tengen ordered while in a daze. Red colored his cheeks to his ears as Toji was busy abusing his control over him. You froze, unable to decide whether to allow it to continue or to dismiss Toji for the day. 

“Do it, lady boss. We have to entertain our client, right?” Toji undulated his hand faster. Tengen’s jaw hung open while strained moans fell from his lips. You hesitantly unfastened your white tunic and allowed it to fall to your feet. You tugged your pants to the ground and you stood proud in nothing but underwear. Toji almost froze while eying you up and down and his hand slowed its pace. Tengen spotted you and bit down on his bottom lip hard.

“Shit…” Toji uttered while his eyes were glued to your body. Tengen motioned for you to come to him and when you didn’t arrive quick enough, he clawed you by your underwear and hauled you towards him. Tengen’s hand proceeded to breach the top of your panties and searched for your sensitive core. A desperate cry left your lips as he suddenly speared your drenched hole.

“Ah! Oh god!” You spread your thighs to properly sit yourself against Tengen’s large hand. Only 2 fingers barely piercing your core was enough to drive you crazy.

“Fuck…lady boss.” You heard a low groan and you saw Toji’s pants had already dropped to his knees. He was pumping his cock fiercely while burning the desperate moans that escaped your lips in his memory. Tengen, hungry for your attention, yanked your underwear down for you to step out of them and clawed you by your ass to motion you to mount him. You pressed your hands on his chest while you swung your leg over his face and hesitantly lowered yourself. Tengen was obviously low on patience as he used both hands to drag your dripping core to his lips. 

His wet tongue swiped once before his firm grip on your ass tightened. You flinched almost hopping off of him but he held you still

“God, you taste amazing. You are always making others feel good, little manager. Mind if I try?” The heat of his breath hit your clit as he forcefully pulled your ass back down against him. He sucked and flicked your nub mercilessly and you squirmed in his grasp while murmuring quiet yes’s. Your eyes screwed shut as you felt ecstasy pool in your insides and you rode his face towards your climax. 

“Mmmf!!” Tengen’s body seized and then froze. Your head darted up and Toji, while pushing Tengen’s leg up, slid his slick cock now covered in more oil in Tengen’s hole. 

“Fuck….you’re tight. Mmm~…Isn’t this the massage you wanted, rich boy?” Toji purred as he rolled his hips, penetrating Tengen further. Tengen released a frustrated groan and lashed his tongue against your crux. Once Toji was fully seated, he raked his hand behind your head and pulled you into a lustful kiss. Yours and Toji’s tongues battled for dominance while Tengen continued to devour you from below. As Toji moved his hips, each slap jolted Tengen’s body and Tengen held onto your ass for dear life. He moaned against your core as he continued to sink his tongue into you like a rabid dog. 

Your hips moved in tandem against his mouth and your thighs tightened. Your hands curled against Tengen’s chest as your eyes screwed and nose scrunched and a pregnant groan escaped from your mouth into Toji’s. While riding out your high, Toji left a family of kisses against your jawline while Tengen licked up all that your core had to offer. Toji pulled back releasing himself from Tengen and assisted you as you attempted to dismount him. After you and Toji were standing upright, he pulled you into another passionate kiss. Your hand searched for Tengen and proceeded to massage his member once more.

Toji leaned to hover over your ear. He was clearly losing patience and his sanity was wearing thin by the minute. 

“Bend over while you do that.” He ordered in a voice so deep and dark it almost frightened you. He was desperate for a release and was going to make sure you were the one that gave it to him. You made your way around the other end of the table and used the edge to hike your ass in the air. You regained control over Tengen’s cock and teased it against your lips. You felt Toji looming behind you as he slapped his dick against your ass. He pushed your lower back down and raised your hips while he positioned himself at your entrance. 

“Scream my name while you choke on his dick, gorgeous.” Without missing a beat, Toji pushed himself through your sensitive entrance while pulling your hips back towards him. The stretch of his cock left your mouth hanging open as pained moans were pulled from your chest. Toji’s head fell back as a guttural moan poured from his lips. Tengen took advantage of your perpetually opened mouth and shoved his dick through it. Toji began to move his hips without mercy and the silk from the oil allowed him to move in and out with ease.

“Fuck….oh god…take it.” Toji uttered a brood of curses while slamming himself inside you over and over again. You're a slobbering mess all over Tengen as he directed your head on his cock. Heavy groans came from Tengen as he applied more force to your head, picking up speed.

“Yes baby. You’re doing sooo good.” Tengen sighed as he fucked into your mouth. His hand released your head and he rested his forearm across his eyes, shielding them. You tried your best to hold your body still to focus but you were simply being rammed senselessly by Toji from behind. He paused briefly to discard his shirt and then leaned over you. He dragged his hands up your chest and under your bra and started toying with your nipples. He rolled his hips slowly but deeper and you felt him thrust himself so far he was ghosting your stomach. Hot tears pierced your eyes as you briefly paused from sucking Tengen. 

“Don’t lose track of work.” Toji warned as he took over and clawed your head, forcing you to push down against Tengen once more. He did this rhythmically and continued to slam his hips while bobbing your head. A sea of screams fell from your lips while Tengen covered his mouth to diminish his moans. 

“I’m so fucking close…!” Toji groaned as he released your head and stood up straight. He latched onto your hips and rampaged against your core. He struck your ass repetitively and left a painful sting before pulling you back against him again. Over and over and over-.

His hips stuttered and his thrusts became sloppy.

“Mmm…do you think you can hold it all for me?” Toji panted but didn’t allow you time to respond as he plunged deep inside of you, drenching your walls with his seed. A labored moan fell from his lips and it felt like forever while he released his spend. As soon as Toji slipped out of you, Tengen pulled your arm and hauled you against his chest. 

“That’s not good customer service. Let me come too.” Tengen whispered as he took you by your waist and flipped you over, with your back now against the table. Tengen slid his cock against your core gathering the mixture of Toji’s spend, the oil and your climax all on his dick. He pushed his hands under your knees and pushed your legs back before piercing your entrance once more. You gripped hard against the plush of the table and your back arched up as a large Toji was replaced by a large Tengen. 

Tengen’s eyes screwed shut and his eyebrows furrowed. A thick groan fell from his mouth and his grip against your knees tightened.

“Dammit. Who told you to feel this good?” Tengen began to thrust his hips mercilessly as your body slid up and down against the table. He pinned you down with his eyes, while he looked both lost in a trance and focused. Tengen watched wildly as your distressed moans filled the room. He looked like an unshakeable force as he used your body to egg on his climax. Toji emerged next to you, his member is still dripping with seed. You brought his member to your lips and licked him clean. 

Tengen switched to holding your hips as he moved at an impossible pace. 

“Will you take all of me too? Do you want that? Hm?….fuck…oh fuck me…” Tengen began spewing endless curses and his thrusts became more powerful. You felt him swell within you and he froze. He leaned over to cup your chin to face him and drove his tongue down your throat. With short and shallow thrust, Tengen faltered, he stopped and continued to thrust again almost like his climax was too much for him to finish. His head fell next to yours and pained whimpers fell from his lips. 

“Yes…oh god…yes…yes…yes.” Tengen pleaded before dragging your core against him and a strained endless moan echoed against your ear. Tengen proceeded to decorate your inner walls with his seed. He collapsed on top of your body.

Toji placed his hand on his shoulder and pulled him up. Tengen obliged and pulled out to stand up and catch his breath. You laid on the table motionless from your body being abused in every way. You couldn’t even move your arms to push yourself off the table. You were extremely spent and fucked out of your mind.

“There is still 45 minutes left of your session. Are you up for another round?” Toji asked and Toji and Tengen looked down at you sinfully.

tag list: @yeaimsafiya @chxrryvibes @txjis @loyalsunlight

-Kenzie

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i got this request and omg it's great but i think i'm way off course from ask (and i'm sorry if i am, anon... if you see this, please let me know)... and it's supposed to be just a smutty little one shot.

but like...

it's gonna gonna have to be into two parts 'cause like...

what if?

Bofurin Host Club (with hayato suo) and...

Kaiju 8 (Host Club with hoshina soshiro)?

unedited excerpt under the cut to gauge interest (featuring host!kaji and host!nirei) word count 933

Taken aback, you stutter your name and he laughs lightly. “Such a pretty name!” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a pen and notebook before scribbling down your information. “Since it’s your time here–”

Your brow furrows and you interrupt him, “How do you know it’s my first time?” 

“Oh,” Nirei flushes as he ducks his head behind his notebook, “I would remember you.” When your skin heats up and you protest no further, he continues, “So, uh, since it’s your first time here, I have a few questions. Have you ever been to a Host Club?”

“Ah– no.”

“No worries, princess! There’s gotta be a first time for everyone, right?” He gives you a sweet smile and motions you to follow him to a nearby booth, the only one, it seems with a table at its center. He waits for you to take a seat and takes his place across from you. “Can I get you something to drink or eat?”

You look around to see the large open room lined with several booths akin to the one you’re sitting in. It’s still early in the evening and not many are occupied. Across the room is a young lady flanked by what looks to be a set of twins, one who seems to be whispering in her ear while the other one is toying with the low cut v of her blouse. 

Near the back of the room is a young lady sitting on the lap of a blond with a bowl cut who was listening to headphones, completely ignoring the girl petting at his chest. The girl yanks on the lollipop in his mouth and sticks it into her own earning a scowl and his fist into her hair. 

There’s a large open area in the center of the club with no indication of what it could be used for. You doubt much dancing would be had in a place like this. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by Nirei clearing his throat. “Are you alright, princess?” 

“Oh, sorry. What were you saying?”

“I asked if you would like anything to eat or drink?”

“Water’s fine.” 

Nirei’s face softens, but he nods. “I’ll be right back.” He excuses himself and heads to the back of the club through large double doors giving you enough time to let your eyes and mind wander once again. You spot the blond with the headphones again. He’s got his girl arched against him, her chest pressed against his with his hand gripped firmly in her hair. You can see the club’s lights reflecting in the tears on the apples of her cheeks. They’re too far away, but you can read his lips clear as day: You wanna be a fuckin’ brat, then I’ll treat you like one.

Your skin burns with those words spit in your face, especially here, out in the open where anyone could hear, or anyone could see.

“Water, as requested,” Nirei chirps when he returns with a tray full. There’s an empty glass and a bottle of expensive imported water, but there’s also small plates of tea cakes and sandwiches. “It’s not good to be nervous on an empty stomach. Kotoha insisted I bring these out.” He places the tray in front of you and retakes his seat. “She’s the best chef, so please try some!” 

“Thank you, Nirei.” You smile at his preening and take a sandwich as he pours you a glass of water. The cucumber sandwich is simple, but delicious. “It's very tasty. Please thank her for me.”

Nirei blooms as he smiles wide. “I will!” He pulls out his notebook once more and the sweet man that greeted you at the door turns a little more serious. “Now then, princess. Tell me, why are you here?” 

Your eyes flicker back to the blond behind him, which Nirei catches. He turns enough to see and hums. “I see. Is that exactly what you want? Kaji’s specialty is brat taming. He’s rough and does well with punishment.” When he turns back to you, he snickers at your shell-shock. “What’s wrong, princess?”

“You’re so nonchalant about it all!”

Nirei’s pouty lips form an ‘o’ before his entire face wrinkles into a smile. “Well, that’s what we’re here for, princess. We’re here to fulfill whatever your heart desires. We want to make you happy and we can’t do that if we pair you up with someone who is incompatible, hm?” He tilts his head and gives you a playful wink once he sees the idea finally click in your head. “So, is Kaji someone you’d like to meet?”

You give the blond in the back – Kaji – one last look. He has his young lady on the floor between his legs now, two of his fingers hooked into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue as he grins down at her. 

Quickly, you shake your head, “Maybe not that rough.”

“Hmm.” Nirei tilts his head and looks you over. “Not that rough, but you don’t mind the humiliation?” He sees you swallow thickly but you don’t protest. “Do you like degradation or praise?” 

Your eyes fall to the table as you feel your skin burn brighter than ever before. Nirei, this sweet looking man, is asking the most intimate questions without batting an eyelash. And he waits for you, patiently, letting you gather your thoughts or your courage, whichever you need, to answer. “Praise.”

“Any hard limits?”

“I– uh,” you choke on air. “How far do you go here?”

Nirei’s bright smile returns. “As far as you want us to.”

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Babysitting Bad Boy ~ *Samatoki Aohitsugi*

Summary: You need to babysit your niece on the same day you promised a day dedicated to Samatoki. He's none too pleased about being roped into a babysitting gig by you.

Pairing: Samatoki Aohitsugi X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 829

Warning: one swear word, Samatoki is a little OOC, mentions having children.

Masterlist

“What?”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend. “You heard me. We’re babysitting.” You then gestured to the little girl holding onto your leg. “This is my niece, Anna. We’re going to be taking care of her today.”

Samatoki stared at her before he shook his head. “Yeah, no. I don’t do little kids. You’re on your own. I'll see you later.”

As he turned to leave, you grabbed the back of his hoodie. In a low, threatening voice, you said, “I don’t remember asking you to help me. I remember telling you that we’re babysitting. I’m not doing this alone. And if you don’t help me, I will kill you.”

Samatoki grit his teeth but you could see the fear in his eyes. “You really wanna say that in front of a little kid?”

“Auntie Y/n always makes jokes like that!” Anna exclaims with a giggle. You laughed, your whole terrifying demeanor changing in the blink of an eye.

“Of course! Now what do you want to do today, Anna? Auntie Y/n and Uncle Xiaojun will make all of your wishes come true!”

“Whoa, hey! I’m not an uncle-” You glared at him and Samatoki swallowed his protest. “But I suppose today I am.”

“I want waffles! And I want to go to the park!” She exclaimed before taking both of your hands and dragging you out of your apartment.

You grinned at Samatoki, “Are you ready for this?”

“Absolutely not.” He muttered, but let the kid drag him anyway. He'd rather not have to deal with your fury today.

The three of you visited a cute little cafe not too far from your apartment, where Anna got waffles with strawberries and whipped cream. You ordered yourself a pastry and some coffee, while Xiaojun just stuck to black coffee.

“Not hungry?” You cooed, a teasing lilt in your voice

He shook his head before drinking his coffee. “Not for any of that crap.”

“Wow! These waffles are so big!” Anna squealed with delight. She put a bite in her mouth before squealing again. "And they're so delicious too!"

You smirked at him as you drank your own coffee. “See? The food is delicious! You should get something.”

He rolled his eyes. “Considering I’m the one who paid for it, I can do whatever I damn well please and I'm having coffee.”

“Whatever you say, Samatoki."

After you finished eating, Anna dragged you both to the park down the street. Upon arriving, you sent her on her way to go play on the playground. You and Xiaojun sat on a bench nearby to keep an eye on her as she played.

“So why are we babysitting?”

You shrug, watching you niece play with some of the other kids on the playground. “My brother had an important meeting today and he couldn’t find a babysitter last minute. I offered to help out.”

“Even though you knew we were going to be spending the day together?” He asked, though he didn't sound as angry as he did earlier.

You chuckled, still not looking at him. “Maybe this was a test.”

“A test?”

“To see what kind of father you’d be.”

A light blush adorned his cheeks as he started sputtering. “You can’t just say stuff like that so casually!”

You laughed. “I know but you’re so cute when you’re all flustered like this!”

“Well aren’t you a fun couple?” A mom passing by with a stroller chuckles. “I remember when my husband was in his rebellious phase too. You know, I wish he kept his tattoos, like your husband did. Nevertheless, I’m glad you got yours to settle down with you as well!”

Samatoki’s blush only darkened. “Hey, we’re not-”

You latched onto his arm and laughed. “Yes, I am truly blessed to have such a great husband like Samatoki here! I’m hoping that by hanging out with my niece he might want one or two of his own, you know?”

“Well good luck!” She cheered before moving along.

Samatoki turned to yell at you. "What the hell was that all about?! Are you crazy?! That was so embarrassing! Why did you have to make me look all soft like that?”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh please. None of what I said was a lie.”

He continued to stutter as he tried to come up with a witty comeback. “You, wha-but, I-”

“Auntie Y/n?” Anna came up to the both of you rubbing her eyes. “I’m ready to go home now.”

Patting her head gently, you picked her up and balanced her on your hip. Taking Samatoki’s hand, you pecked his cheek and smiled. “Let’s go home, tough guy.”

"Fine." He muttered, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "But you still owe me a day all to myself with you."

"We'll see."

"I mean it."

"I know you do." You snicker. "I'll see what I can do, husband."

He groaned. "You're going to be the death of me, woman, I swear."

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BREEDING ! ⭐ yomi

CW: smut, breeding, husband!yomi, dom!yomi, sub!reader, somewhat toxic relationship..?? yomi calls the reader mommy at some point, pregnancy mentions, (no shit this is a breeding fic) this is a drabble btw

yomi was too possessive over you—a little bit too much. he'd get so jealous over any man that talks to you. it doesn't matter who. you're his and that's all there is to it.

so, what does he do when he sees you talking to another man? he breeds you, of course!

"y-yomi. .i'm telling you we w-we're just friends! he's nothing special to m—" smack.

“enough with your excuses, 'kay princess?” his hands were on the soft flesh on your ass. it was starting to become red due to the intensity of his spanking. “you don't want our future child to get that nasty lying attitude of yours.”

he taunted you, rubbing his cockhead against your clit. a cry of pleasure escaped you as you bucked your hips against him, trying to get him inside you.

“such'a needy girl,” he chuckled. you were trying your best to feel him to the full extent. your pathetic whimpers and begs fueled his desire further. “feel that? does the thought of him ever turn you on like this?” some of your lovejuice was falling onto his tip.

the thought of you being a mother always managed to make him hard. you were so sweet and cute, but you'd be even cuter with your tits all swollen and your stomach with a bump. it would make him even prouder that he was the one that managed to do that to you.

he pushed it in with no warning, earning a cry from you. “yomi!”

from your ass, his hand went to your stomach, feeling the of his cock bulge there. “aww. . .it would be cute if your stomach was full with our child too.”

cant finish this shit for the life of me

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— OBEDIENCE!

sukuna and you have a ride range of kinks, and you and he can’t help but explore them with other trusted people. sukuna loves it more than anything when you’re out of your mind, stuffed and begging for more — whether that’s from others or him.

acts: multiple creampies, dick sucking, back shots, riding, spanking, semi-public sex, cuckolding, anal, multiple threesomes, boob sucking, sizing, rough sex, crying, degrading, crying, lazy sex, punishment, bondage, consensual sex. toji fushiguro x reader, choso kamo x reader, suguru geto x reader, sukuna x reader. some crazy scenario.

I can’t help but imagine Ryomen Sukuna with a heavy degrading kink and an obsession with showing others that you’re his. If he even sees a single servant glance your way, in the palace, or within your shared bedroom, he’d make their peeking selves watching your cunt being destroyed.

As you cried, breathless, eyes bulging and tears streaming, unable to hand Ryomen’s impossible dick size, Ryomen would pound you further. He’d leave you stretched, screaming, moaning and writhing — only to be held down by a single one of his four arms. And to punish you more, he’d leave his bedroom room open — inviting a few people to play with themselves from the sight of you.

Choso Kamo and Suguru Geto, Ryomen would invite them to jerk off to you being gagged, stuffed with cum, tied to bedposts and fucked with both of Ryomen’s dicks. If he’s feeling generous enough, he would select one of the two to fuck you — consensually — whilst he would watch.

Completely aroused, Sukuna would observe you be bounded, gagged and riding either Choso or Suguru’s thick dicks. He would watch for hours, observing your tight pussy struggle to take their cocks — being drilled into repetitively with no breaks. But his favourite person to fuck you was Toji, when he occasionally visited the palace.

Toji’s the only person Sukuna and you let cum in you. Enthralled, Sukuna would watch as Toji has you settled in a mating press — filling you with cum endless. Your cunt would be puffy, begging for more, completely filled and Toji would give you that.

Naturally, Toji’s cock was massive. So, Sukuna loved when you rode Toji — his big dick lost in your stomach whilst you struggled to bounce up and down. And if you struggled, Sukuna would arise and spank you — encouraging Toji to pound into you until you topple over him. However, he wouldn’t stop — fucking into you until you’re a whorishly moaning and cumming mess.

Yet, when Toji released all of his load into you — leaving you pooling on the bed — Sukuna would invite Choso and Suguru to have their way with you. Consensually, you loved it. You loved the way Suguru and Choso would come in, with Sukuna rendering you to your knees — making you suck Choso’s monstrous cock whilst Suguru parts your folds. Parts your folds, fitting his ample cock into your soppy cunt.

Admirably, you loved this act more than anything. An act where Sukuna places you onto the bed, watching from afar as each men eats you out vigoursly. Regularly, it always consisted of Choso and Suguru both sucking on your aroused cunt at the same time — glancing at you whilst both of their tongues swirled around your clit.

Whenever it was a stressful day, when Sukuna simply wanted to watch, he would bring Toji in. Whenever he did so, Toji would always have you face sit on him — letting him suck your clit whenever you attempted to speak. It didn’t help that you found each of the men attracted, in the way that they found you.

Admittedly, your favourite one’s Toji. Just the way he fucks you, filling you with him cum, rough grunts and praises, resonated with you. In moments where you were tied to each post of the bed, your cunt simply out, Toji would mercilessly pound into you. His pace and roughness varied, based on how much pain you longed for. So, you would always ask him to be extremely rough — a crazed mess when he would pound into you.

Your stomach would be filled with him, a slight stomach bulge lingering. But nothing beat when Toji had you within pleasurably painful backshots, his fat, heavy balls slapping against your puffy clit while you pleaded for him to spank your desperate self. Him spanking you left you delirious, his harsh fingers burning and etching into your bubble butt.

Increasingly aroused, Sukuna would bring himself into glancing closer — listening to your choked moans at Toji slamming into you so roughly. Roughly as the door’s open, your face, mouth, body covered in cum — along with your vagina completely bred and full. Full to the point you would sometimes wake Toji up at night, walking into his room and having him fuck you in the sheets.

Sukuna trusted you enough, to seek out your pleasure, so he didn’t truly mind. After all, Toji would leave you with a belly filled with cum and your breasts demolished and sucked by him. Sucked by him before Toji placed the light sheets over you and himself, your naked body grinding against the tip of his soft cock.

Cum-filled, you didn’t care. Didn’t care as Toji grabbed his ample cock, pushing it between your shaky legs as you began descend down his cock. Kissing you upon your lips was forbidden, but sometimes, you’d kiss Toji — moaning into his mouth before he lazily bucks into you. Bucking into you with a pleasurable might, tiredness accelerating with each groan.

Never once did you and Toji mind as he would never have enough of you, wrapping his arms around your back — pushing you further down his massive cock. Your whiny cunt would always scratch his back crazily as Toji forced you to take it all, stifling your moans at his cock sitting pretty against your womb.

“C-Cum in me, Toji,” Speaking recklessly, you pleaded with Toji — your eyes rolling back with his veiny, angry cock pulverising your fluttering cunt.

“Mhm, take every inch,” Eyes twinkling, Toji grunts out — his body thrusting its deepest inside of you.

“C-Can’t take it,” Moaning loudly, you feel Toji’s lips long to meet your own — only before you break your rule once more.

“Take it, my queen,” Sloppily kissing Toji, you jolt at his cum filling you again — leaving you full as Sukuna clapped angrily.

Your punishment for kissing Toji was Sukuna fucking your pussy with his largest cock, and Toji fucking you anally whilst you were forced to look at Sukuna. Forced as he positioned you in front of the palace window, facing the side so the passersby could see your body being destroyed by two outlandishly, thick, veiny cocks.

Yet, after this, you found yourself pregnant. However, you were unsure who the father was — leaving every sexual fantasy of yours to form a rubbish timeline.

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do not copy, modify or claim any of my works as your own. all rights reserved: cosycafune. 2024.

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♯ itoshi rin — 'you know how to ball, i know aristotle'

a trend perfectly describing you and rin .

note : proplayer!rin x reader

' ITOSHI RIN , a renowned soccer player from Japan have been rumored to attend a graduation ceremony just recently.''

The headline in big bold fonts are highlighted in an article, with a stolen shot (blurry if not with his recognizable dark green hair) of rin holding a bouquet of flowers in his left hand while holding his phone in the right, looking like he's texting someone.

Comments flooded the article, almost everyone is reluctant to know what is the famous striker doing at a university?

anon1028: guys, maybe he has a gf?

➜ anon5027: that's impossible, if he did have, it would've been rumored.

However, there was one thing the world already knew, Rin Itoshi was careful with the media. He's meticulous when he goes out, the paparazzi can't even get a single piece of information out of his private life. (The world turned upside down when a stolen shot of him was sent to the media.)

Though Rin Itoshi was meticulous with hiding, he didn't want to miss your graduation ceremony. Seeing you bask in the joy of graduation with friends and batchmates.

He was proud of you, even though he always scolded you when you didn't have enough sleep, forcing you to eat real food because you've been on noodles since last month.

He was willing to give up his private life in order to watch you give your speech as a valedictorian. (wow ...)

And as you ascended into the stage, the speech you wrote you held in your left hand, and the dainty 'clack' of your heels echoed the silent crowd.

You thanked the dean, the professors, and the staff welcomed the graduating students like you, and wished them a happy graduation.

As you near the end of the speech you want to give acknowledgment to a special someone.

"As the speech comes to an end, I want to thank someone very special who has been there for me throughout this journey. Their constant support, encouragement, and belief in me have always given me strength and inspiration. Whether it was studying late at night, feeling unsure, or celebrating achievements, their presence made a big difference."

Rin felt his eyes becoming teary, his face in a blushing mess, and that tight-lipped smile he'd always wear when he's happy.

You continued,

"To my partner, thank you for your endless patience, love, and for always believing in me, even when I struggled to believe in myself. This achievement is as much yours as it is mine."

You bowed, and the crown erupted into claps, awed by the heartwarming speech you had given on this day. You went down the stage to thank your professors and celebrate with your friends. However, you failed to notice Rin, your lover, walking into the crowd with a bouquet in his hand.

The crowd gasped, and someone pointed out shouting, "LOOK IT'S THE ATHLETE !" getting your attention. You gasped, it was Rin.

He walks towards you and hands out his bouquet with your favorite flowers. Congratulating you, and wishing you a happy graduation.

"y-you came..."

"how could I miss my girlfriend's graduation? congrats, baby ..."

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You watched the rain lash out its fury against the window. At an extent, it felt almost like looking at a mirror — from how an inner turmoil brewed inside of you reflected a rhythmic counterpoint to the storm outside. 

Nature sure does have impeccable timing, and the worst sense of humor — or could it be a cruel, mocking sympathy? You don’t know anymore, you have never been good at knowing intentions, after all.

But you had it coming, you admit.

You knew this day would come. Yet, the thing about anticipating the worst before it knocks on your door, is that it will never truly prepare you for what's waiting on the other side of that door. It never eases the dread, nor does it make fear felt less at the expense of gradual awareness. If anything, it made you restlessly on edge.

Thoughts of anguish and gloom halt at a key rattling in the lock. The door creaked open, and even with your back turned away, you knew there was only one living soul who had the rights to your home and, dare you say, your heart.

And there he was— Itoshi Rin stood there, like a ghost in his own town. He looked like a stranger in a familiar place. How could someone who lived in this place feel so foreign and appear so out of place?

You didn’t turn to greet him like you always do. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, making you clench your jaw. You heard him call you, but his words drifted across the room— lost at the deafening simmer of your anger.

He called your name once more. This time, you turned your rigid back to the kitchen, ignoring his calls. You busied yourself at the abandoned dinner at the table, poking at the now-cold food with a detached air. Physically, the clinking of silverware was the only sound besides the belligerent drumming of rain. Internally, your shattering heart was louder than the two combined. 

The clinking grew frantic as Rin approached you, each chime a hammer blow to your heart.

He stopped beside the table you aimlessly fiddled. He was so close you had a whiff of his perfume– the warm scent of wood and spices serving you a bittersweet reminder of happier evenings.

“Y/N,” he snapped, his voice sharp. Marching forward, he reached for your wrist. His grip tight, halting your movement.

The clinking stopped. Slowly, you turned to look at him by the eye. Rin almost lost his facade of indifference at the sight. Your face was a mask of controlled anger, but the storm in your eyes mirrored the one outside.

“Let go of me,” you commanded, your voice low yet firm. 

Immediately, he paid heed to your request. The hand formerly holding your wrist found its place in his hair, aggressively combing it out of frustration.

“Look,” he starts, “I said I’m sorry. What more do you want from me?”

“For you to fucking care!”

A beat of silence follows your outburst. You felt your throat burning at the whirlwind of suppressed emotions that revealed itself. You were trembling— may it be from hurt or anger, you didn’t care. At that moment, you were immersed in his insolent audacity.

More?  How dare he say more? 

“You’re sorry? That’s it? We haven’t had a decent conversation in weeks, Rin. And this,” you gestured at the table with a bitter laugh, “I spent all afternoon making it. Because today was…” you choked on the word, your voice cracking and rogue tears finally falling.

“Our anniversary,” he whispered in response, finishing your sentence.

More tears welled in your eyes, blurring the image of the colorful icing of the cake you ceased to dispose of. 

He knew what day it was. He remembered. He damn remembered. 

And yet… Oh, dear god, how could your love be so cruelly disregarded?

He had no excuse, had no shame. The abandoned dinner, the cake, it was all for him. And he’d trampled all over it. 

“I don’t want another sorry, Rin. I don’t want anything more,” you hung your head low, “All I want is my Rin. Give him back to me, please.”

Breathing heavily, you closed the distance between you two. You reached for his cheek, carefully and slowly, letting your longing take its final time. Your gaze wandered across his face — from his forehead, down to his nose, to his lips, and back to his teal orbs — you tried to search for the man who once loved you as warm and golden as the sun.

But the spark you were searching for, the warmth that once ignited in his eyes, remained absent.

You knew it then. You really had it coming. But denial was just as comfortable as your well-worn sweater. It’s warm and familiar, even if it’s riddled with holes.

But that sweater— it was time to throw it out.

And it was already time to go.

Because when you pulled him tighter, he kept drifting away; and when you whispered confessions of love, all you heard was a hollow silence.

And that’s enough to know that the love you once had— the laughter and shared dreams, were now ashes in the grave of a cold frozen wasteland.

“I love you, Rin. I love you so so much,” you whispered between his lips, a tear trailing down your cheek, “It’s ruining my life.”

note. filed under the unfinished business files xD btw, it's ttpd listening party!

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RELATIONSHIPS II. — ♡

anon asked → Hello!! I really love your writing and your relationship hcs for BAE! Would I be able to request the same for Cozmez and Hokusai please? Thank you sm in advance!!

a/n - "next request is coming soon!" -> posts it two seconds later

anyway thank you anon!!

hokusai masaki

it’s a little hard to tell he likes you at first. he certainly doesn’t hold back his compliments, but at the same time, it sounds exactly like how he would speak about a small animal

over time, you slowly picked up on the difference in how he treated you. he's significantly more touchy, always giving you headpats, and is just usually in your space 

he seems to really enjoy your company. to him, you’re one of a handful of people that took him in without judgment, and spending time with you was incredibly relaxing. slowly, he found himself paying closer attention to you and the little things about you

it’s obvious to his family that he likes you. you’ve hung out with them before, and satsuki and reo like you, which makes hokusai like you even more. he takes his chance and confesses, and gets the biggest, softest smile on his face when you return his feelings

his dates with you are on the quieter side. he likes taking walks with you, going to many different places and seeing new things, and he especially likes playing with cats with you. he just likes spending time with you, so anything’s fine with him!

he loves learning new things about you (and calling you cute right after), and he’s really happy when you two share your interests with each other. compliment his graffiti work and he’ll look very pleased all day

kanata yatonokami

let’s be honest. it took a while for the relationship to start in the first place. he’s a prickly little kitten left out in the rain, and everything in his body was telling him to scratch at you

but you persist. slowly but surely, he stops finding you as annoying as he originally thought. sometimes you’ll sneak into his thoughts, and he’ll catch himself thinking ridiculous things, such as how much you’d like this song he found, or that his trip to the new record store would be better if you were there with him

he keeps a watchful eye on how you treat nayuta, and he’s incredibly relieved when you treat him as one of your own. it seems like nayuta doesn’t hate your presence either, which is a huge win

you’ll have to take the lead on most things, like confessing. he doesn’t really have a handle on his emotions, so to the untrained eye, it sounds like he doesn’t like you as much as he does. but you know better, so him responding with a red face that he doesn’t mind your company is the greenlight that you two are dating

he’s a bit shy with his affection. it’ll take him a bit to muster up the courage to hold your hand (he kind of just grabs it honestly), but he doesn’t really let it go. it’s his favorite display of affection, and it proves that you’re by his side

he really likes at home dates where you’re just hanging out. sure he’ll take you to the record store, and you’ll take him to food places you recommend, but being in the safest space he knows without a lot going on is truly relaxing, especially when you share music with the other

nayuta yatonokami

he definitely knows what he feels compared to his brother. he’s not harsh with you, but more to the point. for a long time, he doesn’t really know if he wants to let someone else in, but you’ve proven yourself to be a trustworthy person. bonus points for not minding kanata’s comments at first

he also doesn’t really know how to navigate the relationship. he’s only ever trusted two people before, and lost a good chunk of his formative years, so he’s a little unsure of how he should really approach it. he takes his time getting more used to it

if anything, shiki cheers the two of you on. he’s always encouraging nayuta to go for it, which drives him to confess. it’s an awkward one, but he somehow manages to get his point across

he’s more comfortable with affection than you’d think. he’ll nonchalantly hold your hand like they were always meant to be connected, and he’ll keep a straight face while doing so. sharing headphones and listening to music together is his way of showing affection

he likes to take you out shopping for new clothes for the two of you. he likes showing you his interest in fashion, along with suggesting outfits for you to wear, while you find good places for food

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☆彡 Fic Recommendations

Please keep in mind that these are mostly authors/blogs that are imo underrated. That’s why I didn’t include other “well known” authors

List will get longer with time

Extra: Mostly Enstars blogs

Enstars

@marinereverie - Enstars - They’re still a new writer so any kind of support helps!

@honeybeewhereartthee - Enstars - I read almost all of the series/stories and it’s all good! Definitely think more people should read it. (plus points if you like ARG’s. The series CHAU is an arg)

@midknightwritings - Enstars - He’s currently inactive but please do check out his works as everything is just amazing!

@s4kasaki - Enstars - This king makes wonderful works!!

@herri-writes - Enstars - I recommend reading Frozen in Time!

@nazukisser - Enstars - If you like Nazuna content then..This blog is for you Nazu lovers! (I also recommend reading the “Stamped with Flowers” series it’s so good hoensisla)

@kunikame - YOU’RE TELLING ME I NEVER PUT THIS AMAZING PERSON HERE??? I SWEAR I ALREADY DID BUT IG NOT ANYWAYS PLEASE READ THEIR STUFF ESPECIALLY AHEM AHEM REDAMANCY (If you like Natsume). They also write for other fandoms which you can find at the Masterlist <3

Paradox Live

@paixarina - Paradox Live - If you like Paralive then this blog is for you!

@paraliveimaginesblog - Paradox Live - Another writer I just found! Their works are underrated and imo deserves a lot more attention <3

@hebimoonlightwrites - Paradox Live - They write for different fandoms too! I suggest giving their works a read

@lambtail-tales - Paradox Live - They also write for different fandoms. Do note that they post content for 18+

@moonstruck-writing - Paradox Live - She’s a underrated writer. Please consider reading her works <3

BLLK & Haikyu!!

@vashine - BLLK & Haikyu!! - Do watch out for some NSFW if you don’t like that. Other than that everything else is good!

@alaboadoa - They aren’t exactly “underrated” underrated but I couldn’t resist not adding them to the list I’ve only read their BLLK fics so far and all I can say is, I LOVE THEM. (They also write for multiple fandoms and not just BLLK)

Genshin

@karmic-toast - Genshin - Has a lot of fics you can read and it’s all entertaining!

@heedmywarnings - Genshin - Another one with an ARG! Sooo..If you like ARG’s please try and give this one a try

Weak Hero

@whchenlvr - WEAK HERO READERS ARISEEEE!! I really love like, everything— please I’m begging you, read her works if you have the time <33 (Also, this author has some NSFW fics so do watch out for that if you don’t like them or aren’t in the age rage for them yet)

@satankilledmyghost - Weak Hero content? Yum yum good food rahaheyshsbkaan. If this does not convince you to read her works then idk what will (Please forgive me dhksbsk I don’t know what else to say but just..GOBBLES YOUR FICS)

TWST

@rubyredjelly - If you love replaced au’s then I recommend their series’s! I’m absolutely obsessed with them (I honestly thought I already put them here but apparently not?)

@kunikame - One of the fandoms they also write for! Please try reading Purple Lilacs if you have the time and love the gremlin that puts the “A” in ADuece

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Rebound [Allen Sugasano x reader]

Pairing: Allen Sugasano x ex!reader | Paradox Live Rating: T Prompt: "It feels the same, if not better." C/Ws: angst, hurt and comfort, trap reaction, reader is nonbinary bc I want to, mentions of Allen’s past, explores the past lover Anne mentioned once (“A frisky picture of you and your ex?”), departs from canon. Summary: A chance encounter with your ex Allen at Club Paradox makes you relive your past with him. Will you be able to move forward? Word count: 3.7k A/N: idk it may be my angsty season. Also heyo first Paradox Live fic! <3

The deafening noise of the cheering crowd gulps down any possible external reaction you can have. If your friends hadn’t forced you to come to this “Paradox Club”, it would’ve been one more day where you successfully managed to stay away from music. But instead, you have just seen your ex get on stage.

Allen.

It shouldn’t be that much of a shock seeing him here, really. You already knew he is a hip-hop addict. It is even the reason you two broke up. Hip-hop changed him. And now he is here.

You always knew he had the musical talent to do anything he wanted, but it isn’t until this moment that you realise you had hoped he had ended up rejecting music like you have. You feel disappointed and relieved. He shines standing there in front of the crowd, and the crowd loves him – and his group. What was it again…?

“We’re so lucky we managed to enter right as BAE come on stage!” One of your friends shouts, and quickly everyone agrees. So BAE is a sensation. You smile, a warmth melting away the stab you felt in your chest when you recognised Allen.

Somehow, everything feels as it should be, and sadness quickly prickles at the corners of your smile. Yes, it was always meant to be like that. You weren’t supposed to be with Allen. Not now, not in the future. You were just something that happened in the past, a past that judging from the confidence he is showing on stage now, isn’t even a shadow in his mind.

A particularly loud scream shakes you from your thoughts and you manage to escape the dangerous negative spiral that seduced you for a few minutes. You are at your first live concert after years. The atmosphere is incredible, the energy that surrounds you electrifying. If you miss anything from the music world, it is this feeling of connecting with strangers and moving as one big heart, rhythmically pumping blood and excitement through the crowd.

You are alive. And just like Allen isn’t the boy you used to date, you also aren’t the person he used to know. And it’s okay.

Abandoning yourself to that realisation, muscles you didn’t realise you were clenching suddenly become flexible like foam, moving to the beat of the music. In seconds, the phantom illusions take over the stage, and the words of BAE resound in your ears, the rhythm making your ribcage vibrate.

It is so different to the delicate classical music you and Allen once performed. At that time, you used to feel like every effort was conducted to make you as elegant as an immobile statue. This noise of this moment, on the contrary, makes you shake and feel your body.

You understand now why Allen run away from home. Burning this much passion to ashes is impossible. It would be like trying to extinguish his life force. And it reminds you why you spent months after your break-up feeling angry and jealous.

Allen left you. He was the one that got away. And now he is a successful enough rapper that his group qualified to not just get on stage and perform in front of hundreds of people, but also to have a chance at earning the prize of a lifetime.

The colours and shapes dance through the walls and ceiling of the club, hypnotising you, urging you to empty your head of anything that is not this moment, right here, right now. But you fight it. The knowledge that you’d never be able to achieve something like this claws at your every nerve.

And before you can stop yourself, the abandonment and freedom turn into a stubborn competition inside of you. You can’t let Allen win. Not again. Not when he has so much more than you. Of what, you still don’t understand. But you don’t want to give him more, not more of yourself. His access to your heart and body isn’t permitted anymore.

Or so you told yourself.

After the concert, the buzzing in your ears is so intense, it feels like it has crawled inside your brain along with the indelible memories of the performance. You can’t take it anymore and step outside the club alone, giving your friends some excuse as to get fresh air. It isn’t completely a lie.

“It’s really you.” The words aren’t loud, but they are uttered by a voice you know too well. Its memory has been rekindled by the song.

“Allen.” You turn around, muttering his name before you have even seen his face. You’re glad the words rushed out because all you can feel after making eye contact with him is you may be petrified.

“I never thought I’d find you here.” He doesn’t breach the distance between you two, instead simply hiding his hands in the pockets of his oversized jacket. You simply nod, trying to find your voice.

The air is cold now that it is completely dark out, but your bodies are illuminated by the lights on the walls of the building. Most people are still inside the venue, making you feel like this reunion just got uncomfortably intimate.

“So, what did you think?” He kicks a pebble on the ground, making his body face away from you. The gesture makes you feel restless, like you need to grasp for him quickly or he’ll keep walking away from you.

“You guys were amazing.” The words escape before you can review them in your mind, and you fear you sound too excited. Like you’re still hoping for something by praising Allen, but you’re not. He chuckles and scratches his head, combing through his messy hair, still not looking at you. You feel like you’re still only the spectator to a star in the sky, and you immediately look away.

“How have you been?” You close your eyes after receiving the question. You want to say, ‘clearly doing worse than you,’ but you clench your jaws. He doesn’t need to know that. You don’t want him to know that. He was always the cooler person while you were dating, you don’t want him to still be the cooler person now.

“I don’t do music anymore.” That is all you come up with. It sounds careless, and somehow your own tone irritates you. You wish you didn’t have to pretend with him. You wish you could be honest like before. But now is not then. “This is the first live performance I go to since…” you almost say ‘you know,’ because he does know what you’re referring to.

“I’m honoured, then.”

Your nostrils flare. You want to laugh and cry and punch him and yourself, all at the same time. The only thing you do is take a couple of steps away, making sure your face is completely outside of his range of vision.

“Hey.” After a while, he slowly approaches you until you can feel his body right behind you. “I would love it if we could talk more.” You don’t say anything, and he doesn’t move for a few seconds. “It’s been a long time and I…” You swear to yourself if he says he misses you, you will punch him right then and there. He doesn’t. “I want to hear your voice.”

You smile, tears threatening to spill. He was always the one to punch first, and that hasn’t changed.

___

“Allen, there you are!” AnZ comes running from the back entrance and upon seeing you, they hesitate for a second. “Oh! That’s your–”

48 claps a hand to their shoulder before they can finish that sentence, effectively stopping them halfway to where you are.

“Allen, we’re leaving.” He doesn’t wait for his response and takes AnZ with him, who is complaining and turning back to look at you every couple of steps.

“We can go to my place?” Allen sighs and shakes his head as if to forget what you just saw.

“Your place?” The only ‘Allen’s place’ you’ve been to is his parents’ house, and you doubt he means that.

“My new place, for you.” He starts walking back to the building, in the direction of the back entrance. You’re not sure if he worded it like that by accident, but you for sure know you shouldn’t like how it sounds.

___

He doesn’t make you take your shoes off at the entrance and instead Allen quickly leads you inside. You find it a surprise that he is living in a one-room apartment after having seen the gigantic house his parents own, but you guess there’s only so much he can do after having run away from home.

“He’s really changed…” you mutter to yourself while looking around the scattered room.

“What’s changed?” He comes back with a couple of mismatched cups that seem to have been gifted to him. “Sorry I don’t have anything else to drink.” Peering inside the cup that says ‘Best hip-hop composer of the year,’ you see it’s filled with water.

“It’s okay.” You take it and take a sip at the same time Allen is drinking from his ‘BAE rocks!!!!’ cup. It’s weird how different and yet familiar everything is.

“So…” you start, sitting down on the sofa. You agreed to come yourself, but you aren’t really sure what you’re doing here. He said he wanted to talk, but about what?

“I wanted t–” he is suddenly interrupted by the buzzing sound of his phone. “Sorry, I’ll set it on silent mode.” He quickly checks whatever made it vibrate, and he closes his eyes in defeat. “I’m so sorry for what I’m about to say but… you can only stay for a couple of hours.”

“Is someone coming?” You can’t stop yourself fast enough. A fit of jealousy you have no right to feel is already consuming you.

“No, no. But the trap reaction…”

“Trap reaction?” You’re confused. Is that a new TV programme? Or some sort of object he has ordered online? Why is it happening or coming in a couple of hours and why can’t you stay while…? Oh. You close your hands into fists. It’s only been a few minutes and you already feel like you want to stay forever. But that can’t be. You gulp down hard, reminding yourself you aren’t a part of Allen’s life anymore, even if you’re in his apartment now.

“It’s a bit… complicated.” He laughs without energy, and then his smile vanishes. “Actually, you already know what happens in my trap reaction, but I don’t want you to see me like this.”

You don’t understand it, and you really doubt you actually know what happens in that ‘trap reaction’, but you aren’t about to fight with him to let you stay. You shouldn’t. Not when he left.

But what Allen doesn’t know is that he doesn’t have a couple of hours.

It starts when you’re in the toilet. He sees the world, his room, disappear right in front of his eyes, and instead, another room appears. His old room.

You’re washing your hands when you hear a scream. Panicked, you rush out of the bathroom to find Allen sitting on the floor, looking at something you cannot see. He is visibly distressed, and his breathing is getting faster and faster. You have to do something, but is it really the right choice? You don’t understand what’s going on. When he groans and you see his trembling hands, you take a couple of steps towards him.

“Allen,” you call out to him, but he doesn’t hear you. You want to wake him up from that trance, but you’re worried that could be dangerous for him. You don’t understand it, all you know is he seems to be in severe pain, and you can’t just sit there and watch. You step closer and call out to him again, louder this time, but he is still focused on something you cannot see. It feels as if he is slipping away from you, right in front of you. “Allen!” You shout in desperation, kneeling and grabbing his hand. He shudders but doesn’t reject your touch, which you interpret as being okay. However, he is still facing some invisible nightmare.

You gulp and pray everything will be all right. Then you place your other hand on his cheek. The water from your wet hands trickles down his cheek and neck. Allen starts blinking rapidly, brow still furrowed deeply. You slowly push, making him turn his face towards you.

“Wa-water?” Allen’s eyes still move like he’s following unknown shapes.

“Allen.” Your voice is soft but confident. Something like this won’t make you run away. His breath hitches and he starts squeezing your hand tighter.

“____, it’s- it’s you, right?”

You close your eyes and feel an intense urge to cry. You’re so relieved. He still doesn’t see you, but at least he can hear you. Your voice is reaching him.

When you open your eyes again, he has his closed.

“You- you’re here, with me?” You don’t know if he sounds desperate or relieved, or simply surprised. “I- I can’t see you, but you’re here with me.” He sounds less doubtful now, like perhaps he remembers he brought you back with him to his apartment.

“Of course I’m here.” You squeeze his hand, and the gesture makes you realise you’re still touching Allen’s cheek with your other hand. You immediately drop it and the action seems to prompt a sob from him. It breaks your heart, or rather, it breaks your heart into tinier pieces. He had already broken it a long time ago.

“Hug me,” he pleads, trembling voice pushing the words out like a question you and him know is unfair. But you don’t have it in yourself to refuse, not when his eyes are still tightly closed.

Slowly, you undo de distance between your bodies. The moment your torsos connect, Allen squeezes you close to him, as if even a single molecule of air was his very enemy. But his real enemy is his brain.

You try to relax in his embrace, although it wouldn’t really matter if you are stiff or not. Allen isn’t giving you any room for movement, and it brings back memories you didn’t know you still have.

Your bodies pressing against each other, evenings turning into nights turning into days, stupid conversations and deep conversations and Allen ranting to you about hip-hop before he decided you weren’t good enough for him.

You want to run away now. And he still isn’t letting go of you.

“Allen,” your voice sounds too loud, or maybe it’s just that you feel out of place there, in his room, in his arms. “Let go of me.” You think you may have to physically peel him off of you, but he complies surprisingly fast.

“It feels the same, if not better.” The words take a minute to register, as stunned as you are by the genuine and relaxed smile he is showing you. Like back then. Like he actually means his words.

“No.” You let go of the hand that is still holding yours. You need to leave, but your legs aren’t working.

“Sorry I… made you–”

“I’m leaving.” You interrupt him before he can continue. However, your mind starts going through the millions of options with which he could’ve finished the sentence. I made you hug me. I made you take care of me. I made you remember everything. I made you regret it. I made you love me again. No.

You get up, rejecting your own thoughts.

“Don’t. My reaction has passed. You don’t have to leave anymore.” Allen grabs your hand while still sitting down on the floor, like it’s the most ordinary thing ever. Like he has forgotten he isn’t supposed to touch you anymore. “Thank you for helping me, ____.”

“I didn’t do anything.” You want to shake his hand away, but it is rooting your entire body in place.

“Seriously, you don’t have to leave. I want you to stay.”

“But I shouldn’t. I can’t.” You bite your lip to prevent them from shaking, but your voice has already revealed the sadness your words carry. And soon enough, your eyes follow, filling up with tears. Your body is betraying you, laying you bare in front of him.

“Why not?” He moves his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. You don’t know if he’s trying to offer any comfort, or if he is secretly laughing at you.

“Because you broke up with me.” You’re glad those are the words that leave your mouth, and not ‘because I love you.’

“Will you hate me if I say I miss you?” You can’t read his eyes at all, the only thing you know is everything hurts, but his hand feels so damn gentle holding yours. “I… I know it’s been a while, and we aren’t the people we were anymore, but… is it so wrong to want to try again, with you?”

“How do you know I’m not the same person I used to be?” Your question is stupid, making you look like you haven’t grown at all, like you have remained stuck to the past, but it is the only thing you could think of to confront him with.

“You came to the club. The old you didn’t want to be involved in the music scene anymore.” His eyes are soft and sharp at the same time, telling you he can see through the lame act you’re trying to pull off.

“My friends dragged me there. I still want nothing to do with music.” You grab at that thought, finding respite in it. You want nothing to do with music, so you and Allen still don’t make sense. You hope it can act as a shield against whatever ideas he has.

But it only takes him a few seconds to destroy the walls you thought could protect you.

“I loved you when you started hating music and I can love you again.”

You know his words are supposed to be sweet, but they feel as sharp and painful as daggers. Because they mean he stopped loving you. He was able to move on from you. And you weren’t.

“I don’t want you to love me again.” But it’s a lie. It’s such a pathetic lie, that you know Allen will see right through it.

“You’re still holding my hand, though?” You could choose to interpret it as scorn – even though there is none of that in his words – but the only thing your brain is processing is how much you love his voice, and you hate it. You hate yourself for it. Because after all this time, you can still feel his honesty.

“I just… I just saw you have some sort of trauma attack or something. I’m just shocked.”

“And my words now didn’t shock you?” His voice is a little smaller now, like he is losing confidence. You thought it would make you feel better, but it doesn’t.

“You wish.”

“Yeah, I wish.” His voice is louder again, and you can almost touch the strong edge of his words. He stands up, never letting go of your hand, only holding it tighter. “Give me another chance?” He is too close now, his eyes directly looking at yours.

“For what?”

“To prove that what connected us was more than just our parents’ fixation on us becoming world-class musicians.” He is completely serious, making you want to laugh to break the tension, but you know it would be out of place. He is baring his heart while you’re still holding onto every bit of control you can have, and it’s making you tired.

You sigh. You knew you had given up and lost way before this conversation started. You had lost the minute you had set your eyes on Allen on the stage.

“I’ll think about it.” And you will. You know it will be the only thing you can think of for days. “But in case I… we end up not seeing each other again…” you trail off, knowing what you’re about to ask is crazy, the true words of a hypocrite, but you don’t care anymore. You’re finally ready to be vulnerable. “I want to kiss you.”

Allen’s surprise quickly translates into a warm smile. Not the cocky smile you were fearing, but an accepting smile that makes you want to acknowledge him for who he is. The person whom you shared so much with. The person that is taking a step closer to you.

He lets go of your hand to place both of his hands on your cheeks. His movements are deliberate and slow, like he is giving you ample chances to push him away, to change your mind. But that won’t happen. You always wanted one last kiss with him, and now you may be getting a brand-new first kiss. It is too tempting.

The ghost of his breath caresses your lips, but you still can’t close your eyes. Not when he could decide to stop and say it is a bad idea after all. But Allen doesn’t back away and charges forward, kissing the corner of your mouth briefly. When he looks into your eyes again, it feels like he is asking for permission, even if you were the one who suggested this.

Finally closing your eyes, you press your lips to his. It is awkward like you have forgotten how to kiss. You’re nervous and scared and desperate, making your movements unmeasured and unskilled, but Allen seems to not be noticing it.

One of his hands travels down to your back while the other slides to the back of your head, both intent on reducing the distance between your bodies. Feeling his embrace allows you to relax a little, and trust. Trusting him again is as easy as being alive, and you kiss him again and again, until both your movements are passionate and messy in a different way from before. This messy doesn’t make you feel ashamed. It makes you feel real. Like you’ve finally accepted something about yourself you had been rejecting for a long time.

When you stop to look at his face, Allen gives you one more kiss, as if saying he doesn’t want this to end, whatever is going on.

“I’ll come back again,” you promise, but it sounds more like a question, like you want his permission, his confirmation that he still wants you there again.

“I was wrong, it doesn’t feel the same. It feels different and better and right.” Allen lightly massages the back of your neck before letting go of you, setting you free to go and decide for yourself what your future will look like.

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A/N: I actually have no idea if the place Allen lives in is a regular one-room flat that a student in his condition could afford, or if he does receive some sort of economic help from his family. BAE must be already earning money before the first battle, just like cozmez do, but while Hajun does get help from his family and Anne works at Candy, Allen only composes music. So I wanted to give him a more “realistic” space.

I hope you enjoyed this, interactions and constructive feedback are appreciated <3

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[taylornational]

Blue lock Boys & their (I assume) love-trope.

Characters; Nagi, Barou, Rin, Sae, Shidou, and Aiku.

Nagi - The Sleepy Bf + Energetic Gf

Barou - The Cinnamon-roll to his Hot-Head

Rin - The “He doesn’t like me” girl to, “You’re all I think about” boy

Sae - Fell first gf + Fell harder bf

Shidou - The Demon bf to his Angel gf

Aiku - Mr. Flirt + Mrs. Fluster

[taylornational]

𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

a/n: idk this probably isn't even good but i figured i'd try to pump out at least one more smutty drabble before all of the valentine's day events coming up 🤍 idc if it's not accurate lol

taglist: @ringsofsaturnnnn @i-literally-cant-with-this @milky-aeons @wet-for-toji-main

warnings: various characters x fem!reader | established relationship | ass + tit grabbing | penetrative sex (piv) | heavy breeding kink | reader is physically ambiguous as always 🤍

sometimes you'd think you had a sign taped to your back reading "breed me" that was only visible to him.

it doesn't matter the time of day, what you're wearing, or what you're doing... his focus is on one thing and one thing only: getting you pregnant.

every chance he gets to even attempt to get you in the mood, he takes. he smacks your ass lightly (or hard, depending on what you like) when you're bent over, he grabs your waist when he walks past you, or he'll gently massage your tits while you're laying together on the couch.

he just can't help himself; you're irresistible to him. it's like he inhales your scent and becomes fixated on fucking you over and over and over again until your fucked full of his cum, sure to bear him a child 9 months from now.

"c'mon," he groans into the crook of your neck, "you'd look so pretty swollen with my baby... and you'd be such a good mommy too. dontcha wanna make me a daddy? hm?" he coos.

his tunnel vision really sets in now as he drills his cock into you, hitting just the right spot to send your head into the clouds. "dumb on my cock already? good... it'll be so easy to put in a baby in you tonight, won't it? such a dirty girl, gonna be so full of cum aren't you?"

KEN RYUGUJI, MANJIRO SANO, TAKASHI MITSUYA, TAIJU SHIBA, TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI, SHINICHIRO SANO, ARMIN ARLERT, REINER BRAUN, TOJI FUSHIGURO, KENTO NANAMI, SATORU GOJO

[taylornational]

(SMUT/ NSFW +18 - minors DNI!)

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭.: Joo Jaekyung x F! reader

𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐒𝐊. (Not a Pt. 3 if you're wondering )

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬/ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Dark content ahead!, explicit/ graphic content, very DUBCON! , Free use, power dynamics, authority, TOXIC! behaviour (it's Jaekyung DUH), Dom/sub dynamics, unprotected/ vaginal sex, rough/hardcore manhandling, creampie.

𝐉𝐎𝐎 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 − 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

A steady furious stream of punches resonated through the training room as you tuned in for your weekly physiotherapy service.

You stepped into a tense and silent room, all eyes darting at the sheer power team Black's stallion ruthlessly displayed. 

His eyes beaming and gaze set dead on the sandbag facing him, his fists clenched in his almost torn bandages and jabbed at it brutally, bending the tough material right at its gravity point. 

He stopped for spilt second, chest rising and falling ardently. His tank top glued stuck to his flexing abdomen, further highlighting the chiseled muscles.

− Joo would've seemed bitter and emotionless to any stranger who would've obeserved his intensive training sessions. But to all teammates and yourself it was a known fact that he pretty much lived for it.

He doesn't really love. He dedicates himself and conquers it. And that's just his own way to be into something.

He doesn't hate the responsibility weighing down on his shoulders, no matter how heavy it gets with every match he aces. He's busied and restless, and it comes with him being a world class champion in his own right, but he takes it well anyways.  

He wakes up every morning just to fulfill the Martial Arts prodigy he aspires to be, for as long as he can, and as long as he keeps breathing... −

He walked around the sparring area, rough and hotheaded, jaw clutched and wrists wiping his heavily damp forehead.

Your eyes meeting his from across the room caught you off guard. You weren't scared by any means, but the authority and superiority he naturally exuded weren't to be questioned. And you clearly had yet to get used to it.

You turned around and pretended to rummage something into your bag, avoiding him at all costs. And truthfully your plan almost worked.. if it wasn't for hearing some footsteps barging into your closest space, and a familiar hand wrapping around your wrist...

'I'm taking the locker room for the next 30 minutes. It'll be locked.' The raven-haired athlete uttered loudly before heading to the room, pulling you along the way.

He dragged you in and shut the door closed. Slammed you against the cold metal, arms hooked onto the locker's top.

He towered over you and flipped you around. The tightness in his boxers had you guessing what was on his mind, sending a feral wave of heat straight between your legs. Your glossy folds instantly clasped, not knowing if it was in fear or just a dreaded arousal.        

He pushed himself against you, covering you in his bold scent. His musky, sweaty chest pushed on your back.    

'Hold on tight. and keep the moaning low. bite down on something if you fucking have to. Got it?'

He's cruel. And it clearly upsets you. He couldn't give two shits about what how feel, just viewing you as another punching bag in the gym. Only one that's soft and grabbable, easy to rile up and fit his needs at any given moment.

His stature and height standing over you is daunting. He's got power over you, his gaze is lustful and bruised up hands being overly touchy compared to how he usually is.  

He slid into your desired hole as a sob escaped your lips, hidden by Jaekyung's demanding tone.

'Quiet.' He hushed through gritted teath, struggling to hold his own groans. The time was tight and so was your pussy, squeezing his fat length to a bursting limit. But how are you even the one to blame? The round, fat tip of his cock streched you, feeling every bit of him in your ridges.     

He ignored your tears rolling down to the floor, head irked down and brain short-circuiting on repeat.

'A-hh..s-slower, Mr Joo, please-'

You accidentally moaned his name, slamming your palm over your lips in shame. He caged you in a tight headlock and cursed, arms nearly breaking your bones. His sweaty musk, pungent and insolent, mixed with his strong everyday cologne, assaulting your nostrils as he pushed a deep 'fucking tight'.

'Fuck, relax..would ya? you keep fucking squeezing your pussy!'

'S-Sir, p-please...if you could just...be gentler...just a bit'

You looked up and faced him in tears, nose runny and lashes sticking together, and he stared you down and grunted. The meaty roughed-up fingers squeezed your lips, violently crashing them onto his.

You flinched, heart throbbing at the rather − affectionate − gesture. Having his tongue down your throat in a locker room was the last thing you expected Jaekyung would do to you. Yet both your teeth clashing together, lips rubbing each other fervently and your tastes mixing with one another confirmed you were in no delusion. You tasted him full and whole on both ends, and the more he filled you the harder it became for you to deny him. 

He bottomed down and bulged inside your tummy, his bulky knees bent into your shaky ones, dumping the thickest load of his cum in your womb.

'I'm off to the training room. Don't stay here for too long and wrap it up quick.'

You leaned against the frigid surface, breath hitched as his distant footsteps exited. The merged sounds of the teammates slowly slipped through the door, snapping you back into reality...

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠?

𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆.

[taylornational]

too far gone - nagi s. & mikage r.

chapter 7 of 7 in the blue lock band series. chapter 1. chapter 2. chapter 3. chapter 4. chapter 5. chapter 6.

synopsis: nagi is so selfish after finally getting to y/n, but he can't help but dream of his manager being involved with both of them too. and lucky for nagi, reo is always eager to please, letting nagi call on him for whatever he wants all hours of the night.

warnings: smut; penetration (male & female); multiple orgasms; semi-coercion; oral (receiving); mmf threesome; fem!reader; submissive!reader; minors DNI

disclaimer: all songs referenced are credited to THE DEEP END

w.c. 2.9k

“Fuck~” Y/n moans out, her fingernails digging into the sheets as Nagi thrusts into her from behind. He fucks his cum back into her, somehow popping right back up after filling her over and over again. 

His hands hold her hips in place, forcing her back to arch as she whines and mewls. It’s impossible for her to catch her breath, each thrust forcing little squeaks from her parted, drooling lips. 

“Little more~” He sighs, making it seem like nothing to fuck into her like this. Y/n can’t even fathom what he’d do to her if he were willing to put in any amount of effort, especially since right now he’s practically turning her insides out. 

Knock knock. 

Y/n silences her whines, her heart skipping a beat as she turns her attention to the door. Someone’s looking for Nagi? At this hour? 

“Sei-” She whispers, but he doesn’t slow down, his cock still buried inside her, pounding her g-spot with every thrust, her walls still milking him dry. 

“Come in!” Nagi calls toward the door, his voice clearly shrouded in a horny rasp. 

“Sei! What?” Y/n panics as the door opens, Nagi holding her hips against the base of his cock with such strength that she can’t escape him. He’s inviting someone into the room to see her like this, to see her so vulnerable with her ass pressed against him, his cock burying itself between her soaked walls and forcing gasps from her lips. 

Nagi doesn’t slow down, clearly enamored with the idea of someone watching them like this, with the sweat forcing his white locks against his forehead, unable to catch his breath as he feverishly rearranges her insides. 

As y/n looks over, she sees perhaps the last person she’d hope to see there, still wearing his suit from earlier with his purple hair professionally pushed back, his skin perfect and his posture even moreso. 

“Reo!” Y/n calls, shocked, trying to process the fact that her manager is watching her get fucked as he stands still inside the hotel room, with one hand on his hip. “Seishiro!” She gasps, louder and more serious this time. 

“Hm? I’m close, hang in there.” He replies, paying no mind to Reo standing there, his expression becoming more annoyed by the second. But still, he can’t look away. 

She snaps her eyes shut, trying to suppress her gasps and moans as Nagi finishes once again, his cock forcing out what little cum is possible after shooting so many loads inside her tight little cunt. 

Nagi breathes, finally pulling out, a load of thick cum flowing out along with him. 

“Hey Reo.” Nagi breathes, falling backward on the bed. He wipes his sweaty hair out of his eyes, his toned chest rising and falling as he finally tries to catch his breath. 

“Hey.” Reo replies, the disappointment prominent in his tone. 

“I’m so sorry Reo, I didn’t want him to let you in- not that I didn’t want you in- I just- I would have told him to stop-” Y/n rushes to defend herself, grabbing the sheets to cover her completely exposed, cum-soaked body. 

Reo only sighs, finally taking a seat on the empty couch. “This wouldn’t be the first time, y/n.” He chuckles. “He loves making me jealous, unfortunately.”

“J-jealous?” 

“Give me like a 5 minute breather then you’re in Reo.” Nagi says it like it’s nothing, like y/n should understand and be okay with whatever it is he’s proposing. 

“You always do this, fucking some girl when you invite me over and I fall for it every time.” Reo sighs again, leaning his head on his hand. 

“And you let me fuck you anyway, every time.” Nagi smirks, staring at the ceiling. 

“Wh- can someone tell me what’s going on?” Y/n chimes in, the covers still pulled over her bare chest. 

“I’m sorry y/n, never wanted to involve you in it but Nagi can’t keep it in his pants.” Reo starts, followed by a brief pause. “We’ve been somewhat of a thing for a while now, me and him. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell the rest of the band.” He explains casually. 

“Ah, I see.” She nods, turning ti Nagi. “Is that what you meant this morning? When you thought I was Reo?” 

“Mhm. Thought you knew.” Nagi replies. 

“Last night he invited me to his room and I didn’t go because I was pissed he didn’t come to the after party.” Reo says. 

“Are you- is this just normal- like you don’t care that I’m-” Y/n stutters. 

“Was hoping you’d want Reo too.” Nagi reveals his plan. 

“I expected that much.” Reo sighs, a light smile pulling at the corners of his lips. 

Y/n feels her face reddening once again, her ears flushed and burning as her eyes dart between Nagi and Reo. “Huh?”

“I want Reo to fuck you while I fuck him.” 

“Are you serious?” Y/n nearly chokes.

Reo doesn’t say much, just side-eyes y/n trying to read whether she’s into it or not. Reo’s done things like this before with Nagi- even though Reo calls the shots in the band, Nagi calls the shots in the bed. And Reo’s fine giving up that control for someone as gorgeous as Nagi Seishiro. Not only is Nagi the fan favorite, he’s the manager’s favorite too. 

“Yeah, of course I’m serious.” Nagi chuckles. He reaches over, his long arms finding y/n’s covered body and swiftly pulling her on top of him, the covers sliding off in the process. 

“Nagi-” She argues, but is quickly silenced as her bare tits rest on his perfect chest, her eyes locked on his half-lidded golden-brown ones, overwhelmed by his slight smile. Despite his exhaustion from non-stop fucking her, he’s still got this sassiness to him that only comes out once in a while. He knows he’s teasing her, and he doesn’t seem to care. 

“Come on now, you can take it can’t you?” He coaxes her, lacing his fingers through her hair and pulling her head down. Her lips move on their own, leaning down to meet his. Being around Nagi Seishiro is hypnotic- she suddenly doesn’t care about Reo watching them, or her body being exposed, all she wants is to kiss Nagi. She can only imagine what Reo is like, how perfect his body must be, how pretty he must sound if Nagi continues to crave him like this. 

“Mhm.” She lets a light whine escape. She should be exhausted by now, but she feels her pussy tighten at the thought of both of them at once. He must have drugged her or something, she shouldn’t be able to take this much. 

“Hear that Reo? She can handle it.” Nagi turns his head to look at the purple-haired manager, who looks like a prince sitting on the couch the way he is. He’s still dressed up in his suit, he looks so professional, with his legs crossed and wearing a slight cocky smile. 

“You sure you want that y/n?” Reo asks, ensuring he hears it from her directly. 

She nods. “Yeah.” Truthfully, she isn’t sure. But her body wants it, her body wants to know what both of them feel like. 

“That’s a good girl.” Reo smiles, standing up to pull his blazer off. Y/n stares at him with tired eyes as he unbuttons his shirt and slides it off, then moves to pull his undershirt off his body. He’s so pretty like this, she’s never seen him so vulnerable and sexy. And of course his body is perfect, his bulge pressing on his pants as he slides them down his legs. “How much has that pretty body taken? Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel real good.” 

“Plenty. She’s so good about it though.” Nagi pulls her closer, bear hugging her against his chest. 

“Pretty girl loves Nagi’s cock yeah?” Reo climbs into bed with them, sliding y/n off Nagi’s body so they both lay on their backs under him. “You take that breather Nagi, let me make her feel good.” 

“Fuck, really?” She gasps. Nagi hasn’t done that for her yet, that selfish guitarist. He just loves his cock inside her, doesn’t want a second where his hard shaft isn’t buried in that pretty pussy.

“Nagi hasn’t taken good care of you hm? Poor girl.” Reo dips his head between her thighs, placing a kiss to her throbbing clit. “Look at you, still with cum spilling out. I’ll clean you up nice and good.” His voice is so soft yet dominant, it’s almost degrading how sweet he’s being to her. 

His tongue is like magic against her used hole, lapping up the drops of cum that still leak out of her. It dips between her folds like a hot knife through butter, slicing away at her oversensitivity and overwhelming her with pleasure. He flicks and sucks on her, drinking up her sweet taste.

Nagi wraps his arm around her, his fingers gliding through her hair as if he’s been nothing but a sweetheart to her since this started. He’s so confusing, but everything he does feels damn good. Before she knows it, Nagi is leaning over her tits, circling her nipples with his tongue and pulling her skin between his teeth. 

The sensitivity of both of their mouths on her is sending her to a different planet, her vision blurred with sparkling stars as the knot in her stomach grows with each passing second. Her muscles tighten, her hands find themselves wrapped in Reo’s hair, desperately tugging on it, pulling his mouth tighter onto her stimulated clit. 

It’s like Reo knows her body better than she does, making all the right movements, his tongue finding spots around and in her hole that y/n didn’t even know existed. Reo is truly good at everything, just like the white-haired guitarist sucking on her tits. They really are a good match for each other, even better when they’re double teaming her. 

“So- s’close Reo~” She mewls, her whines and gasps filling the room as she tries desperately to remain earthside. Reo’s tongue is just that good, she might teleport to a different universe. 

“Hmm~” Reo hums against her vibrating clit, finally driving her forcefully over the edge. 

“Ah, fuck~ ah!” She moans out, unable to stop herself from squeezing her thighs tightly around Reo’s head, her fingers pulling hard on his hair. It feels like a wave rushing through her body from head to toe, trying to force a tsunami through her tight little hole. 

“Look at you~” Reo hums, tilting his gaze to look at her from between her gorgeous thighs, her cum dripping down his chin and coating his plump lips. “You sound so pretty when you cum.” He compliments her, so much kinder than the selfish white-haired boy with his tongue gliding across her tits. 

“You can take Reo now, yeah?” Nagi moves it along, eager to continue the pleasure he feels from his multiple orgasms. For such a lazy boy, Nagi’s stamina is unmatched. Even in the evenings Isagi would fuck y/n until she’s drooling sloppily and half asleep from cumming so much, he would be just as exhausted. Nagi is a different story. 

“Don’t worry beautiful, I’ll take care of you.” Reo says kindly, lifting himself up from the comfortable spot nestled between her thighs. 

Y/n always tried not to imagine Reo in a compromising position like this, given that he’s technically her boss, but after making her way through band member after band member, including the choreographer, she often couldn’t help herself from thinking about Reo’s kind eyes, his sweet smile, his likable yet manipulative demeanor. She couldn’t help but to imagine how Reo would treat her in bed, even though it felt so wrong to think about. Turns out she was right, Reo is a soft dom who loves to please, putting her needs first and ensuring her safety above all else. This is the type of man y/n doesn’t quite think she deserves, especially after being such a slut this entire tour. 

Nagi, on the other hand, is a man created for someone as slutty as her. Y/n can’t help but feel a bit bad for Reo, being put in a position night after night to please Nagi no matter how much he’s had already. Reo must have an intense masochistic side despite being dominant with her, given that he’s such a leader in his daily life. 

Reo helps y/n sit up as Nagi reaches into a bag he messily half-unpacked next to his bed, grabbing a bottle of lube to lather on his thick, hard cock. 

“Good girl, bend forward f’me.” Reo whispers, placing a few soft kisses to her temple. 

She obeys him, as it would be nearly impossible not to follow directions from that gorgeous boy. She positions herself on all fours, the same compromising position Reo found her in when he first entered the room. 

Y/n turns to look back at Reo and Nagi, watching Nagi spread a sizable glob of lube on his cock, using the lube remaining on his fingers to plunge some into Reo’s hole, preparing him to take his girth. 

“S’okay doll, I got you.” Reo leans forward, one hand resting on her hips and one resting on his cock as he lines it up with her, slowly sliding it in her abused, soaked cunt. “Wow~” He moans. “You can take it so good.” 

He bottoms out in no time, with y/n already being substantially stretched out from Nagi relentlessly fucking her all evening. 

“M’gonna let Nagi do the work, yeah? He deserves to put in some effort.” Reo smirks, warming himself inside her. 

“Hmph.” Nagi huffs. “You’ll regret that.” He jerks his cock a few times, pushing his tip into Reo’s ass. He goes much slower than he did with y/n, obviously, but he’s not kind about it nonetheless. Nagi’s such a desperate boy, needing his fix at practically all hours of the day, always calling on Reo to indulge him. And Reo can never refuse, it would be nearly impossible to refuse fan favorite Nagi Seishiro. 

“Mmm~” Reo hums again, his cock pulsing inside y/n as Nagi slowly forces his thick length inside him. “Fuck~” Reo moans out, not holding back the pretty noises. He sounds gorgeous, his breath catching in his throat as his grunts and moans fill every corner of the hotel room. 

Nagi thrusts, starting slowly at first, letting Reo’s tight ass adjust to him before fucking hard into him, bullying his prostate with every forceful thrust. As Nagi moves, Reo’s body moves too, his cock fucking into y/n just from Nagi’s movements. 

Reo’s body practically rests over hers, her wetness coating his thighs as it can’t help but dribble out. She gasps for air with every one of Nagi’s thrusts, her fingernails digging into the sheets and her back arching, giving Reo a full view of her gorgeous ass. 

Nagi’s movements get sloppy fast, his body rocking into Reo’s repeatedly, sending shock waves down y/n’s spine. 

“M’close. So close- Nagi~” Reo gasps, whining out as he’s stimulated from both the front and the back at the same time, overwhelming his entire body with an intense orgasm. “F-fuck~” He whimpers, releasing hard into y/n’s tight cunt. 

“There y’go.” Nagi moves faster, abusing Reo’s hole to the fullest as he chases his own high, reaching it quickly. He cums hard again, stuffing his cum inside his purple-haired band manager. “Always givin’ me what I need.” Nagi takes a breath, pulling out of Reo and collapsing back on the pillow. 

Reo pulls out next, cum now coating his cock and his ass. He wraps his arms around y/n’s stomach, pulling her backward so she falls onto the bed with him, right next to Nagi. 

“You okay y/n?” Reo asks.

“Yeah.” She nods. “Real tired.” 

“I bet.” He replies. 

“You got through everyone in the band now right? Our own personal slut.” Nagi chuckles.

“Nagi-” Reo starts to scold him.

“No, he’s right.” Y/n chuckles weakly. “I’m proud to be Blue Lock’s personal slut.” 

“So we can all call you when we want it, hm, we don’t have to dance around it anymore then.” Nagi turns his head so it rests next to Reo’s, suddenly cutely snuggling the two of them as if he didn’t just fuck them senseless. 

Reo sighs. “That’s fine. As long as it doesn’t go public.” 

And y/n doesn’t want that either, publicly admitting to being passed around the band would be a horrible look. However, y/n can’t be happier with this arrangement. Plus, how could she still want to be tied down to Isagi when she has all these perfect boys with expertly crafted cocks to fuck her whenever she needs it? She’s perfectly fine with being the band’s personal slut, in fact, it may be her dream job.

“I’m too far gone anyway.” She chuckles, quoting her favorite Blue Lock song, the first song she ever heard from them.