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kallikrein · 1 year

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AFTER CLASS DETENTION

— with sano shinichiro, akashi takeomi, arashi keizo (benkei), and imaushi wakasa.

genre. fluff and crack, i guess?

contains. gn!reader, school au maybe, profanities, definitely ooc, grammatical errors and not proofread!

word count. 2.3k.

note. just a little smth i wrote for the anniversary of the og black dragons. can you believe we won't get another content for the og bds ever again? we wanna know more, wakui-sensei ;; and also, thanks for @novelbear for the wonderful prompt!

SANO SHINICHIRO

His eyes traced the massive letters in front of him. It looked rushed, edgy. From the first letter up to the last, it screamed ‘I am livid’.

Detention, it said to him. In enraged capital letters too.

He thought an hour had already passed, but a quick glance away from his admiring session with the chalkboard proved otherwise. He still had ample time to spare. 55 minutes to be exact.

Damn. Shinichiro rubbed his face with his hands. He had other plans for this afternoon. Plans with his guys, with his siblings, with his beloved motorcycle. Being detained like a prisoner at school wasn’t in his schedule. And it wasn’t in his plans to get stuck with one of his classmates either.

Now, that made him ponder for a bit.

What in the world were you doing? Sitting all prim and proper, and two seats away from him?

“Hey,” he couldn’t help but ask, “what’d you do?”

To his surprise, you squeaked. Like you’d been caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.

His eyes turned wide when you started fixing your hair, hiding them behind your ears, and clearing your throat. Was his question that invasive? He quickly stammered, “Ah, you don’t have to answer.”

“N-no...”

“Right. Sorry.”

Shinichiro slumped back on his chair. He could guess it’s because you took another student’s punishment. That’s how you always were. But as far as kindness went, that’s just wrong. Even a rowdy delinquent like him wouldn’t go that far. But of course, he couldn’t speak for everybody else.

“Sensei got mad,” he started. “He got mad ‘cause I always go to school with bruises. That and I’m always late in the mornings.”

For some reason, the words just came out. He didn’t know what to do with the soft silence. It wasn’t that strange. It’s quite comfortable, as surprising as it was. But he needed to be busy with something, to focus on something, to take his mind off this awful hour of punishment.

He started to tap his desk with a slim finger in sync with the ticking of the clock in hopes it would tick faster. When it didn’t work, he sighed and groaned, and sighed again for the millionth time. And when he lost all hope, he hummed a tune.

“Isn’t that an anime song?”

Hearing your question, he faced you and found you looking slightly amused. “Oh, yeah,” he agreed once he realized, “I think it is. My little sister makes me watch her shows.”

You beamed, “That’s kinda cute.”

He quickly pursed his lips, aware not to retort back with something like ‘No. You’re cute’. At the back of his mind, he could easily imagine Takeomi making a disgusted face at his strategy. Instead, he asked the question that’s been bugging him, “Why did you get detention?”

“Pushy, are we?” You answered back, avoiding his gaze.

He shrugged, careless and strangely confident. “Well, I think it’s because you just wanna see me.”

And there went his self-preservation. He honestly didn’t know where that came from. Blame the silence! Blame the silence! His mind told him. He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing in the purest form of shame, “I-I don’t mean that. Don’t mind me starting from now on…”

When he peeked your way, his breath got caught in his throat.

You were frozen. Your eyes spoke of panic and embarrassment and truth, and it took you a long time to say something.

If you even wanted to say something, anything; to reject his arrogant words — at all.

In an instant, he started making a sound that resembled a dying man’s cry for help. “Ahhhh…! Aaaahhhh…!”

“Shinichiro-san!”

AKASHI TAKEOMI

To say that Takeomi was a studious person was a delusion.

Even so, he worried about his falling grades every now and then. No one in the prime of their youth would want to fall back a grade. First, it’s a hassle. Two, and perhaps the worst case to ever happen, he didn’t want Shinichiro and the others to boss him around like a true kouhai.

Never in his life would he allow that to happen.

He deemed a passing grade and an acceptable ranking would suffice. Yes, that’s what he thought. He should be safe if he punctually comes to class, hands out his homeworks, and achieves decent test remarks.

Yes, that would be enough. So with a will made of steel, starting today, in this almost empty classroom, he would become studious.

Collecting his textbook and a pen, he began to lay out the materials for his self-study. It wasn’t until a few minutes of measly concentration he felt someone burning holes on the sides of his face that he threw a look at its source.

“What?” He scowled.

“What? What do you mean ‘what’?” You screeched. “You’re studying! Studying!”

“And? Do you see the world ending?” He went back to his reading but the words were now all jumbled up in his head. He couldn’t believe all the times he got into detention, this one time you just had to be in one as well.

“Yes?” You scoffed. “What happened to ‘I can buy this whole school if I want to pass’ Takeomi?!”

“Shut up. You’re disturbing me,” he gnarled. He swore he just needed a quiet time, a peaceful one to get this subject done, and he would be free as a bird.

“Nope. Not gonna happen.” Seeing how you dragged your chair closer to his, with your eyes sparkling with mischief, it’s easy to say you weren’t bothered at all to be reprimanded.

Unlike him.

“Get out of my sight,” Takeomi warned.

“What are you studying?”

“I said ge—” Before he could finish his second threat, you had already snatched the book he was just reading. You hummed in recognition, speaking out loud its contents.

“Ah, this is boring,” you tutted after a while. “Wanna ditch detention with me?”

“No.”

“Wanna ditch detention with me?”

“No. And give me back my book.”

“I’ll give it back if you ditch detention with me.”

“I won’t ditch. Give it back,” Takeomi insisted. He stood up from his seat so he would easily tower over your sitting form, but you too were quick on your feet. Jumping to get away from his hold.

“Now, this is starting to get fun.” Smirking, you ran to the other side of the room, near the exit door, and did a little taunt, “If you catch me, I’d teach you how to easily memorize this!”

“No way in hell you got that memorized.” He said that but he wasn’t too sure. Even though you’re a culprit on your own, you’re still book smart. Always have been. You have always been a great help when his procrastination becomes too extreme. “Get back here,” he grunted as he darkly inched forward.

“You need saving, Takeomi,” you mocked.

“No, I don’t,” he drawled, as a devilish grin formed on his lips. “You’re the one who needs saving.”

With that, he started chasing his book.

ARASHI "BENKEI" KEIZO

“Oh, wow. Uhm, hi…”

Benkei looked up to find one familiar face standing by the door, bag and books in their arms. He gave them a customary nod, “Hm.”

“May I sit?”

Another nod, “Hm.”

Silence passed and you were still a fidgeting wreck around him. He took a glance at you. “First time?”

“Y-yes!”

Well, not that he could be much of help for first timers anyway. He’s already used to spending his afternoons in a barren classroom. All the students that got detained with him for detention always opted for counseling or community service instead.

It seemed he scared most of his schoolmates simply by his appearance alone, so the less interaction the better.

Not that he minded, to be honest. It’s more tolerable to have people be terrified of his wordless tenacity than to have his head fuming and his blood boiling from all the idiocracy they possessed. It’s more favorable for everybody that way.

Although, he has his moments of loneliness too. Just like now, he thought the flowers below the window panes looked a bit miserable. They were one of his reasons for not listening to class. How a flower, something so gentle and fragile, gives beauty to the world around them. How delightful they exist for that reason alone.

But today, they looked poignant. And it made his heart feel a tad bit blue.

“Benkei-san? Can I call you Benkei-san?”

“Hm?” Upon realizing he wasn’t alone, Benkei gave his fullest attention to you. “What’d you just say?”

“Ah! It’s nothing super important! I just wondered if I can call you Benkei-san!” You sounded as if a soldier was asked by his superior if he had understood his orders. It was that formal and alert.

“Chill out,” he noted. “I’m not gonna bite your head off.”

“Ah… haha… then… Can I call you Benkei-san?”

“Sure. Whatever.” He might sound dismissive, but he didn’t care much if he was called Benkei or Keizo. Then again, he’s already used to being evaded by people like he’s the plague.

The thought brought him back to his senses.

“You didn’t get counseling?” The words came out of his mouth in a rush, before his mind could even comprehend what he’s inquiring about. “Community service?”

You smiled sheepishly, “No.”

“I wonder why,” Benkei wondered. Not knowing he had uttered it out loud.

“It’s not because I wanna get to know you more, Benkei-san!” You explained. “Sensei told me there’s a… a… a missing lunch box! Yes! A missing lunch box in this classroom, a-a-and I should return it to her! ASAP!”

Suddenly, you’re on your feet scrounging the tables, lifting the upturned chairs as if it could hide a lunch box underneath. And then you started checking the drawers, the windows — hell, even the freaking doorways.

“What does it look like?” He asked, standing to his full height to help.

“Erm… a yellow flowery thing… I think?”

“I think I’ve seen it somewhere,” he added. He turned his back on you, looking atop the drawer beside the teacher’s table, as he hid a playful, knowing smirk from you. “Is it Sensei’s?”

“Erm… yes? Yes. If you can find it, that would be great.”

Turning around, he had his palms facing up, showing that there’s clearly nothing in his hands. His expression could only be phrased as fun yet lighthearted, a boyish grin when he proudly chuckled, “I spy with my little eye that you lie.”

“No! Sensei… she— I didn’t want to stalk you, I swear! NO, THAT’S NOT IT! I mean—”

“Yes, you can call me Benkei,” he beamed.

IMAUSHI WAKASA

Many times in his life he was bored. Simply and excruciatingly bored. And most times when he was bored, he didn’t know what was happening or what’s gotten into his head.

He thought maybe it’s one way to keep him entertained. To do something out of his character, or perhaps to learn something new about himself.

Much like what he was doing at the present.

“Tell me,” he started, “when was the first time we talked to each other?”

To him, the question wasn’t out of the ordinary. It’s merely a subject he felt tackling at the moment. But unfortunately for you, his victim of the day, just so happened to be stuck in an afternoon detention with him.

“I wonder when it was,” he continued as he fiddled with the keychain in your bag. “I couldn’t remember. Help this poor guy out?”

“Imaushi-san…”

“Nope,” he held a pale hand out. “Just a clue. Don’t give me the full details.”

You sighed, your waning determination to ignore him going down straight to shambles, “It was Valentines.”

“Valentines, huh? Did you give me chocolates? Did you confess? Did I turn you down?”

He kept firing those questions, seemingly uninterested with whatever your reply would be. But then, he suddenly wondered, did you really give him chocolates? He must admit he had one too many every Valentines, and most of those he didn’t even want to accept.

Maybe you were one of those girls he respectfully turned down, and now you just had this desperate notion to follow him around like a cat lost its owner, needing that affection from whoever worthy they choose to be.

“I get it,” he dramatically sighed. “I really do.”

Without looking up from your homework, you asked, “What is?”

“So, I have another question.” Wakasa let go of the suddenly becoming cute keychain of yours, and he creeped his face closer to your desk, almost becoming one with your notebook, just so you’d look him straight in the eyes.

His ruffled hair fell across his forehead, and surprising as it was, he smiled. Sweetly. “Would you humor me?”

You stared at him, almost as deadpan as the thin line across your lips, “No.”

“Hmm,” he pouted. “But I feel like we’ll be good together.”

When you lost your grip around the pen, he knew he finally had your attention. “Say,” he whispered, looking at you from underneath his lashes, “would you go on a date with me?”

“What the fuck are you on about?” You quickly shut your mouth from the sudden slip of profanity and glared at him instead. “I won’t go on a date with you.”

“Why not?” He reached out a hand to brush your hair behind your ear, and seeing how you shivered, he sat up right. “I think I’m a nice boyfriend.”

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed, dragging your notebook away from his reach. “Shooting down my best friend’s heart on Valentine’s Day would make me do exactly that.”

He paused, “Wait…” Wasn’t it you who gave him chocolates? Oh damn, they were all blurry faces in his memory. But through the hazy recollection, he could recall someone aiming at him with a sandwich.

A sandwich.

Surely, that wasn’t you? He would remember that person’s face back then seeing how comical it had seemed.

That was you?

“Yes. You did. And I threatened you for it,” you prattled on. “I have never given you chocolates. In fact, I almost killed you with a half-eaten sandwich. That’s how I can remember our first talk.”

Well, Wakasa was certain about it now. You learn something new about yourself when you’re bored.

taglist. @baji-san and @gwynsapphire.

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suyacho · 4 months

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christmas wonders ft. keizo arashi

christmas wonders come and go both as memories & stories. what if this one is there to stay and possibly make your life better, even if it holds a risk?

ho ho ho, merry chrysler @benkeibear <3 sorry for the long wait, i hope it was worth the wait though hehe. i brainstormed a lot on who i should do but who is better than benkei? 🤭

content warnings: ageless blogs/minors dni - fem!reader - cursing - drinking mentions - they’re playing uno - mentions of shinichiro having a gf - friends to lovers - reader blushes - found family - mistletoe kiss - gentle giant - kinda oblivious reader & benkei - size kink - slight foreplay - unprotected sex - praise - scratching (his back n biceps) - spit mentions - he cums early - nicknames (my love, bear) - mostly soft fluffy sex - spit mentions - 3,4k words

note: i just wanna give s big thankyou to everyone who beta’d this and heard me out🫶 i was extremely insecure writing a character i never wrote before nor thought of before so please be nice, i truly hope i did him justice. also, snow divider by the one and only rhy!!

Christmas music blared in the background as the sound of talking and laughter filled the living room, giving everyone a warm and comfortable feeling.

“Sorry not sorry.” “Baby?” Shinichiro gasped dramatically, only to be met with giggles from his girlfriend who just placed down a +2. “Good thing I’m lucky.” he smirked, placing another +2.

“Fuck dude.” Wakasa cursed, peeking over at Benkei’s cards and confidently putting down yet another +2. “Well shit.” Benkei laughed, grabbing all the cards, only for Wakasa to raise an eyebrow and stare at Benkei, then at you and once again back at Benkei.

“You really saved me there.” you sighed out in relief, you had nothing but useless cards in this case. “Did you really ju–” Wakasa opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off by a cough and a quick glance, enough to keep him quiet.

“Well it’s your turn.” Benkei smiled, looking at all his new cards and the +4 card he had from the start. “He took the piss.” Wakasa mumbled under his breath. Everyone but you caught onto what he meant, yet Benkei didn’t care as he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, watching how you happily placed down your next card.

Before any of you realized, one round turned into several rounds and many drinks and midnight was nearing, the time to go home arriving slowly but surely.

“I should get going.” you announced, getting up after the last round was done. “I’ll walk you home.” Benkei suggested pretty much right after, being met with the guys snickering, failing to notice the faint blush on your face because of them. “You heard that Takeomi?” Wakasa laughed, clearly having had one too many drinks.

“It’s fine, I’ll be okay.” you smiled yet you couldn’t nor did you try to fight back against Benkei who insisted. How could you do so when something inside of you was telling you to let him walk you home? You were a bit scared to walk home alone at nearly one AM and the thought of Benkei being with you made you feel safe and warm inside.

Benkei didn’t waste a second and went to put his jacket on, the guys teasing him like crazy as you said your goodbyes to Shinichiro’s girlfriend. “Dude shut up, she’ll notice.” Benkei warned them jokingly, not being able to help the smile plastered on his face.

“When will you two get together, it’s obvious.” Takeomi teased and it was like a slap to the face. “She doesn’t like me.” Benkei shrugged it off and he could nearly feel the way the guys rolled their eyes at him.

Are my feelings that obvious? He thought to himself, being convinced he hid them pretty well, not even realizing everyone around him already noticed. Maybe it was because the guys were so close to him that they noticed, they were like family to him after all.

Even with his feelings for you being this strong, he couldn’t risk what you guys have. Benkei had grown used to your company, more than he thought he ever would, especially considering you kept your distance from him at first, probably because of his tougher looking figure. But now he truly couldn’t imagine a life without you, even if it was just as friends.

“I’m all done!” you spoke sweetly, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Let’s go then.” he smiled your way and the two of you made your way to the hall, failing to notice the decoration hanging above your heads.

“Not so fast.” Shinichiro smirked, proud of putting the decoration there if it meant setting you two up. “Really guys?” you laughed, looking at the mistletoe and then at Benkei, nervously swallowing your breath.

“It’s bad luck if you refuse.” his girlfriend joined in, taunting you as the heat rose to your cheeks. “Uhm–” you started, still looking at Benkei who hadn’t said a word yet.

“Are you okay with this?” Benkei questioned, a hesitant tone lingered in his words and you nodded. “Yeah, it’s okay. Tradition am I right?” you laughed nervously. “But are you okay with it?”

This time it was Benkei’s turn to nod and he leaned a bit closer, gently putting his big yet gentle hand on your cheek, fingers brushing over your cheek sweetly. The two of you leaned closer, lips now centimeters away from one another as you stood there awkwardly, scared you heard one another’s heartbeat from how fast your hearts were beating.

You felt his breath ghost over your lips and couldn’t help the quiet whine leaving your lips, your heart thumping in your chest once he finally pressed his lips on yours. Your lips sliding against one another smoothly while you felt like you were on cloud nine, carefully putting your hand on his chest and forgetting about the rest as it deepened.

That was until you two got interrupted at the sound of whistles from your friends, quickly pulling back and snapping you back to your senses. You looked down nervously, hand still on his chest, embarrassed about the fact you got too caught up in it. You couldn’t help yourself, thinking it probably was the only time you could kiss him and slide it as friends, considering you weren’t going to tell him how you felt anytime soon.

“Get a room already you two.” Shinichiro teased, only for Benkei to mumble out a shut up, not noticing your flushed face from the kiss.

“Excuse us—“ he finally breaks the silence from you two, looking down at you. “Ready?”

You nod in answer, scared your voice will crack if you attempt to speak right now, still feeling his lips on yours while the both of you made your way out of the door after your final goodbyes, an awkward silence falling for a few seconds.

“I’m sorry.” Benkei is the first to break the silence and suddenly the midnight silence feels louder somehow. "It's alright.” you reassure him, not having it in you to look at him, not when you were this nervous. “It’s tradition, after all.” You laughed it off but truth to be told, you wanted it to be more than tradition, you needed it to be more, you’re not sure how much longer you could hide your feelings from him.

Once again silence fell, yet this time around it was a peaceful one, one where you enjoyed each other’s company without saying a single word. You felt safe and all fuzzy inside, your mind still stuck on the kiss and how gentle he was. Imagining how much more gentle he could be if he was yours.

Much like you, Benkei was also lost in his thoughts, thinking about confessing to you and if he should take the risk before someone else took you away from him, even though you weren’t his yet. He opened his mouth to say something yet no words came out as he glanced at your hands a few times, debating if he should grab it and shrugging the thoughts off.

Lost in thoughts, you arrived home neither of you realizing that you were standing in front of your front door until you noticed the familiar streets, both of you disappointed that the walk was over.

“Thank you for walking me home, Keizo.” you smiled, unlocking the front door. “It’s– it’s no problem.” Benkei answered, the realization of you using his first name hitting mid sentence.

“Have a good night.” you laughed, not knowing where your boldness came from, his reaction making it worth it. “Yeah, have a good night.” Benkei smiled, watching you go inside to make sure you were safe before parting your ways, the two of you having the biggest smiles plastered on your faces as the night came to an end.

“Christmas wonders do happen huh?” Takeomi spoke, looking around at the white streets, his eyes landing on Benkei who was busy staring at you. “Easy big boy, she’s gonna notice.” Wakasa taunted, poking him with his elbow.

“I think I’m gonna confess.” Benkei blurted out, making all the guys turn to him in shock. “HUH?!” Shinichiro joined in, turning all the attention to him. “Sorry Benkei threw a snowball at me.” he lied and you laughed, Benkei’s heart only beating faster.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you, not when you were so happy with the snow, you looked the most beautiful when you were yourself, only making him fall harder.

Today had been a success overall, christmas went amazing, gifts were given, games were played, everyone had dinner and now everything was cleaned up, so it was time to relax and enjoy each other's company. Because nothing was better than relaxing and enjoying the company of your loved ones.

The only thing lacking was you, you weren’t his yet. Benkei knew it might be greedy but ever since the kiss, he was set on confessing to you. The way you kept using his first name, the way you seemed more comfortable and closer to him, gave him the hint of hope that you might feel the same and his feelings were only growing stronger with each passing day.

“Did you drink?” Shinichiro asked jokingly and Benkei shook his head no. “I can’t let her slip away.” he answered, a bittersweet smile plastered on his face.

To say he was nervous was an understatement, still what he said was true, he couldn’t let you slip away, not like this, not without trying.

“Go for it.” Takeomi patted his back, the guys being the moral support he needed, cheering him on and being happy for their friend. Knowing that it was mutual from the way you two acted around one another, all that had to be done was one of you stepping out of your comfort zone.

“Babe, can you help with this?” Shinichiro questioned, dragging the guys inside with him, hoping she got the hint. “Yeah sure, I’ll be back.” she smiled, giving you a cheeky grin before walking inside with the guys, leaving the two of you alone.

“Can we talk about something?” Benkei started, swallowing a breath nervously once you realized you were alone. “Sure, is everything okay..?” you asked hesitantly, walking up to him, not having a single clue on what’s going on.

“It’s a little hard to say but–” he paused nervously, suddenly looking everywhere but your eyes as you stood there, letting him talk while you listened to what he had to say. “I just wanted to get this off my chest before anyone else goes before me, please don’t feel obligated to do anything in return.” he laughed awkwardly, taking another deep breath.

“I like you, I have for quite a while now.” Benkei confessed, finally locking his eyes with you, the hesitation and nervousness clear in his tone, the silence not making it easier for him.

“You do?” you finally spoke and Benkei nodded, being prepared for the worst. “For how long?” you questioned, feeling the butterflies in your chest, not being able to fight back the smile on your face.

“Not much after Shinichiro introduced you to us.” Benkei confessed, taking you back by shock. “That long?” you gasped, not believing how well he hid it for this long, or well how blind you’ve been all along.

“Yeah, I just wanted to get it off my chest, sorry.” he laughed, feeling like a heavy weight was off his shoulders. “Keizo, I like you too.” you told him and it took a moment before the words registered.

“Huh?” Benkei mumbled in shock and you nodded this time. “Okay I did not expect that.” he confesses, only for you to slap him playfully. “Would you like to be my girlfriend?” he asked and you smiled happily, wrapping your arms around him. “Of course I would.”

“Can I kiss you?” Benkei questioned sweetly, cupping your face gently. “It’s nothing you haven’t done before.” you taunted, taking the initiative as you closed the gap between the two of you.

The kiss deepened as you wrapped your arms around him, your heartbeats racing while you melted in each other's touch, forgetting about the world around you, not noticing the guys spying on you two.

“Yet another Christmas wonder huh?” Shinichiro broke the silence, making you pull back in embarrassment, a string of saliva connecting the two of you as you rested your forehead against his. “Oh shut up.” Benkei mumbled, a big smile plastered on his face as he held you close.

“Woah sorry lovebirds.” he taunted, making everyone burst out in laughter as you all made your way back inside.

“Fuck…” Benkei groaned, his big figure hovered over you, chest moving up and down from his unsteady breathing. “What’s wrong big boy?” you taunted, hands wrapped around him. “You’re driving me wild.” he laughed, leaning in and pecking your lips, moving down from your jawline to your neck.

It might’ve been fast but neither of you could help it, not when you held your feelings back for so long. A few more games with your friends and a bunch of teasing led you two here, in the guest bedroom, not being able to keep your hands to yourselves. It was like all the feelings bursted out in one go and nothing could stop you.

“Are you sure about this?” Benkei questioned, his big rough hands roaming over your body with gentle touches. “Mhm, I’m all yours Keizo.” you reassured him, relaxing under his touch.

A few more kisses quickly led to your clothes being discarded on the bedroom floor somewhere, the tension rising in the air. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Benkei complimented you, being in awe at the sight in front of him, gazing down at you lovingly.

“Oh shut up.” you mumbled, a little flustered by his complement, being at your most vulnerable not helping the situation. “I can’t believe you’re actually mine.” he smiled, hands on your sides as he pulled you in a heated and desperate kiss, cock twitching when you whined against his lips.

Your nails digged slightly scratched his back, his tongue tracing your lips as you opened your mouth, deepening the kiss. His big hands explored your body, moving up your inner thigh, ghosting over your slit and groaning into the kiss once he felt how wet you were.

Slowly he slid one finger in, biting your lip at the warmth, not knowing how much he could hold back before sliding it in, already being at his limit. You moved against his touch, yearning for more, moaning against his lips when he added two more, scissoring them inside of you.

“Keizo, please. I can take it.” you whined breathlessly, yearning for more, wanting all of him. “Are you sure, my love?” he checked, not even realizing the nickname that slipped past his lips because it felt so natural.

“Please, I can take all of you.” you begged, it was like you were taunting his self control on purpose and hissed, pulling his fingers out, being met with a needy whimper from you.

It would be a lie to say that his size didn’t scare you, he was big but fuck, you needed him desperately. Benkei spit on his cock, giving it a few strokes before lining up with your entrance, already ready to burst at any given moment.

“Tell me if it’s too much alright?” he soothed, slowly pushing it in inch by inch, making you feel all of him. “S-Shit.” you hissed, holding onto him. The stretch being slightly uncomfortable still it turned you on even more.

“You okay?” he asked, a hint of worry lingered in his tone as he gave you a bit to get adjusted to his size. “Mhm, you can move.” you reassured him, pecking his lips sweetly as you looked him into his eyes.

“Just tell me if it’s t-too much okay?” Benkei pleaded, slowly starting to move as his hand rested on your side, groaning at the feeling. “Holy shit.” you gasped, somehow feeling even fuller as he moved.

To say Benkei was scared to hurt you was an understatement, he was trying his best to hold back. He knew he was huge and much stronger compared to you and the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt you in any way possible.

“You’re taking me so well my love.” Benkei praised you, setting a deep and sensual pace. The praise went straight to your core as you clenched around him. “ ‘s so big.” you mewled, nails digging into his back as he picked up the pace, tip kissing your sweet spot. Leaving you moaning his name loudly while forgetting about the others and clamping down on him once more.

“Shit, don’t do that.” Benkei groaned, voice cracking mid sentence as his hips stuttered, releasing embarrassingly fast from the way you made him feel and from all his pent up feelings. “S-Sorry.” he mumbled, nuzzling his face in your neck, hiding from shame.

“Did you just cum?” you chuckled, holding the much bigger man in your arms as he continued moving. “Yeah…” he mumbled, placing kisses on your neck as his hands roamed your body, too embarrassed to look at you.

“It’s okay, bear.” you reassured him, closing your eyes as you allowed yourself to get lost in pleasure.

“You’re just making me feel too good.” he murmured, looking at you again, lips being inches away from you as you felt his breath ghosts over yours. “Hi.” you smiled, being pulled in a heated kiss after.

You melted under his touch, he powered over you so easily, he could both protect you and break you if you taunted him enough. Everything made you feel so good and left your thoughts running, his big hands, big cock, huge figure on top of you and his skillful moves, it was all you ever dreamed off and even more, wanting to make up for all the lost years.

“Just like that.” Benkei praised you, unsteady breathing from the two of you as he watched how easily he slid in and out of you. Making the urge of wanting to fuck you dumb grow , he had held back for so long, so it was hard to still do the same after getting a taste. “Taking me so well, good girl.”

“Mhm— more.” you pleaded, bucking your hips up to meet his thrusts halfway, a choked moan leaving your lips once he slightly pushed down on your lower stomach, giving you a new wave of pleasure.

“Easy my love, I’m not going anywhere.” he whispered, grabbing your hips to make you slow down in your movements. “I’m right here.” he murmured, kissing your forehead as his hand moved down to rub your clit while he thrusted at a sensual pace. The sounds of skin slapping against each other echoed in the room together with the needy whines & groans and the sound of the guest bed creaking, you couldn’t bother to be quiet, not when it felt this good.

“Right there.” you cried out, legs trembling as he kissed your sweet spot, feeling like you were intoxicated on lust and his touch. Benkei rolled his hips into yours, grinding against you as you met halfway. “Just like that, easy.”

“So good—“ you mumbled, lost in pleasure as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach, not wanting this to end. “‘m close.” you warned him, breath hitching as you grabbed onto his biceps, pussy throbbing around him.

“Good girl.” Benkei praised you for warning him, teasingly pulling out until just the tip remained, pecking your lips sweetly as he slowly pushed it back in, making you feel all of him, a low groan falling from his lips as a choked moan escaped yours.

“Keizo!” you cried out, feeling like your nerves were on fire as he added more pressure onto your clit. “That’s it, you’re almost there.” he murmured, picking up his pace, guiding you towards your high.

“Go ahead, cum for me my love.” he murmured, cursing under his breath as you released around him. Not slowing down on his movements and helping you through your high, planting sweet kisses on your face.

“H-Holy shit.” you breathed out, slowly coming down from your it as Benkei still was soothed inside of you, looking down at you with loving eyes.

“You did so well for me.” he smiled, pecking your lips sweetly, ignoring the fact that he was still hard and had enough energy to go again. “We should’ve confessed earlier.” you chuckled, holding him close to you, still floating somewhere on cloud nine.

“Sorry I wanted it to be more special, I just couldn’t help myself.” Benkei apologized, feeling bad that your first time together went so fast and wasn’t planned, regardless of his cock still throbbing inside of you, making you giggle. “I think we both waited long enough haven’t we?” you pecked his lips softly, wrapping your legs around him, a whimper leaving your lips from how sensitive you were. “You seem like you’re ready to go again.” you murmured, hinting to the hard-on still buried inside of you. “Plus we have to catch up on all the time we missed, don’t we bear?”

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eggtartz · 1 year

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I thought senju being a mother was so cute 🥺🥺 could you request the original generation of the BD being parents too?

a/n : i love domestic characters oml thankyou for the request anon and enjoy 🫶🏻

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shinichiro sano

a very clumsy dad i'd say but no worries he's getting a hang of it! maybe....

"shin! that's not how you're supposed to change the baby's diaper!" grandpa sano scolded his grandson while you were still resting from childbirth. shin pouted when grandpa sano snatched the baby's diaper and put some baby powder before securely tied the diaper on the baby. the baby was fast asleep, a heavy sleeper just like you. "wait grandpa why do we need to put some of the baby's milk on our hand? what's that gonna do?" the man asked. again his head got slapped, receiving a wince from him. "it's to check the tempature! stay at the dojo for some time i don't trust you take care of the baby! also y/n is exhausted so stay here for now!" grandpa sano scolded him again. well.. he's trying???

takeomi akashi

overall bad influence for the kid, smokes around them, curse around them and the type of parent to be proud when his kids win in a fight at school 😭

"yes, im truly sorry for today's accident. yes i- yes. yes he has apologized. yes thank you ma'am. yes, you have a good day" you hanged up with the person you were on the phone with and looked at your son, your husband sitting beside him. "what did i say about fighting?" you sternly asked your son who was showing a face that he's not guilty. "but mom he was picking up on girls. he's even lifting their skirts!" you son defended himself. "i mean, kid's got a point there and look at him not even a scratch! now that's my boy!" takeomi encouraged him so now the two of them were cheering while your eyes twitched. "enough, s/n not everything needs to be settled with violence. also im gonna have a talk with you father so you wait in your room until im back" yeah, safe to say he got a well beating.

wakasa imaushi

a dad who would spoil the children rotten. another confused dad but he catches up very quickly.

"okay now you have to pat her back so she won't throw up" you said while slowly rocking the baby in your arms, hand patting her small back while wakasa observes. it's been a while now and the baby has grown big which frightens him because it happens so fast. he just knows how to change her diapers and make her milk but he still needs to learn a lot. he have been buying a lot of books for babies and get weird stares from women in the aisle because there's a big man, covered in tattoos, a dango stick in his mouth holding a book on how to handle babies better. yeah, wakasa needs to learn a lot but he'll manage.

keizo arashi

BEST FATHER STFU ANYONE WHO DISAGREES GET OUT

the baby was getting grumpy and uncomfortable due to the hot weather and you have tried a lot of methods to calm her down but she was still getting fussy. it wasn't when benkei came in from work and started cooing her when she started giggling again. the baby fussed again and you sighed. guess all the giggles were temporary. you wanted to say what was the reason for the baby being fussy until benkei cut your sentence before it even began. "honey? i think out baby's a little hungry.." he said. you figured you would try one more time to breastfeed her (since the last time, it didn't calmed her down) and lifted your shirt. to your surprise, the baby latched onto your breast and sucked the milk out of it, hungrily. you were confused as to why your baby refused before and how benkei knew but he exited the room. "i'll let you two alone yeah?"

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sirthisisa-wendys · 1 year

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i can request a benkei reacting to s/o who put a braid (goddess braids) after years of taking care of natural curly hair?? have a goodnight!

Up-Do: Keizo Arashi X Fem!Reader

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tw: fluff

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"Don't be surprised..."

"Babe," Keizo croons, his back turned toward you. "I'm never surprised by your beauty."

"Not even on our wedding day?"

"Different story," he laughs, his broad shoulders shaking. "Lay it on me, pretty girl."

"Okay, turn around."

Keizo does a 180, and his eyes widen, taking in your new braids with appreciation. "Wow," he breathes, getting closer to you and turning his head this way and that to see all of the braids on your head. "You look stunning."

"You really think so?" you ask, touching your hair.

"I've never seen them like this." Keizo touches your hair tenderly before retracting his hand. "You remember when you used to braid my hair before a fight?"

"Always," you giggle, standing on your tip-toes and touching his short, bleached locks. "Took only ten minutes."

"I'm gonna grow my hair back out so we can match," Keizo states, walking purposefully toward the bathroom. "Then we can do matching outfits and stuff, too!"

"Babe!" you laugh, chasing after him. "You don't have to--"

"It's gonna look so cool," he mutters, staring at his hair in the mirror. "It's time for a change anyway. I look really old with white hair."

"You look perfect," you whisper, wrapping your arms around him and smiling. "We can be the black and white duo. Like a Ying and Yang thing." Keizo presses your cheeks between his hands and kisses you, then leans his forehead against yours.

"So are you gonna get ready so I can show you off or..."

"Maybe a nap first?" you reply, touching your head. "Still a little tender."

"Got it," Keizo nods. "One fat-ass nap, coming right up, Queen!"

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notiddygxthgf · 1 year

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munch!

★ pairings: wakasa imaushi x f!reader

★ synopsis: waka loves his fiancee. especially when her legs are around his head.

★ content warning: smut, pwp, porn without plot, cute porn though, simp wakasa, oral sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, pussydrunk!waka, unprotected sex.

★ a/n: all my juicy bitches wya 😩😩 thought id do some fan service. enjoy!! mwah mwah xo

★ w.c.; 3.8k

mdni! smut beneath the cut

"YOU'RE SO FULL OF SHIT," Keizo hummed. "There's no way you actually, genuinely think that's a good way to live."

Shinichiro shrugged. "I'm just not a fan."

"Fan of what? Eating pussy?" Wakasa chimed in. The three men were lounging in the living room of Shinichiro's apartment, sharing friendly banter. "Don't be ridiculous."

"I like receiving better," Shinichiro retorted.

Wakasa couldn't possibly disagree more. "Just say you're bad at it, Shin."

"Shin, you sound like..." Keizo began. "You sound like one of those guys who just want to be included in the conversation, but you actually have like... no experience whatsoever."

"Eating pussy is so much better than getting blown, man," Waka mused. "I mean really, you're missing out."

"Take it from him," Remarked the largest of the three, who sat back in his chair with his legs spread wide. "He's a devoted munch."

"For enjoying giving my girl pleasure? Alright, dude." Wakasa rolled his eyes. "The way the girls' legs grip your head, the way she squirms... you're telling me you don't eat that up?"

Wakasa had a sort of reputation around these parts, although it wasn't like he didn't have anything to do with it. He adored his queen. His beloved fiance. It was no secret to anyone from one end of Tokyo to the other that she was the apple of his eye, and that he lived to please her to the furthest extent possible. However, in more recent times, he had made a name for himself. The name in question?

"You know what that makes you?" Keizo remarked with a sharp exhale. "A munch."

The two men were seated in the lounge shortly after a meeting. Their coworker and boss, Shinichiro Sano, sat just off to the side of them, watching the exchange with a shit-eating grin.

"What does that even mean?" Wakasa furrowed his brows. Sinking further into the couch, he reached into his vibrating pocket.

Shinichiro decided that now would be the perfect time to chip in with his own two cents. "A munch is, like, the male equivalent of a dickrider, obsessed," he answered, although it wasn't like anyone asked. "Someone who's all up in one girl's pussy – metaphorically and sometimes physically. Like you."

After a brief pause, Wakasa's weary lilac eyes scanned the illuminated text on his screen. "Rather be all up in one girl's pussy than be getting none at all," He retorted, holding the phone up to his ears. The tone of his next few words was virtually unrecognizable from that of his previous statement as he answered the incoming call.

"Hi, pretty baby," He greeted. "How are you?"

From the other end of the receiver, he could almost see the way her face scrunched together when she yawned. She paused, and then in that sultry, soft-spoken voice that drove him wild, she said, "Hi, Daddy."

Shinichiro's eyes widened as he leaned forward in his seat. Although Keizo's surprise wasn't as outward, even he couldn't hide the quiet chuckle that escaped when he dampened his lips with his tongue. Wakasa clutched the phone closer to his ear, turning away from the two men.

"I'm with the guys, baby, behave," he warned her, although his tone remained as soft as ever. "Is something the matter?"

He heard his precious girl sigh on the other side of the phone, followed by a quiet rustling sound. He wondered where she was right now. It sounded like she was in bed. If that was the case, he could already picture her in all of her sculpturesque beauty – tangled in the sheets of their queen-sized bed, heart-shaped lips parted ever so slightly, face dusted with a hue of pink that matched her pretty pink satin jammies. He wondered if, then, she would be wearing his hoodie. Fuck, just the thought of that had him squirming.

"Nothin's the matter, um..." His muse trailed off. He knew she was fiddling with her earlobe, just as she always did when she was deep in thought. "Jus... I jus' miss you."

If it were even possible, Wakasa felt his exterior soften even more. "I miss you too, princess."

"When are you coming home?"

If she asked him like that again – in that quiet, beautiful voice of hers – he would be coming home within the next few minutes, no questions asked. He didn't tell her that, of course. The two of you had spent the entire night indulged entirely in one another. His neck bore the battle scars of such an altercation; two small red hickeys which had been tactically placed by a devious little gremlin without his knowledge.

"Not sure, why?" He asked, fighting off his internal monologue which had memories of last night on replay in the back of his mind. "You need somethin'?"

"No," Was all she said. There was a brief silence, during which Keizo and Shinichiro resumed the conversation they had been having.

He heard her rustling around in the background again – his phone vibrated once, signifying a new message, but he didn't go to answer it – and then she said, "Look at what I sent you."

Wakasa obliged, like the munch he was, and opened the message. It was from her, of course. He'd expected that. What he hadn't expected though, was the image that awaited him when he entered the private message with her.

Immediately, he shielded the phone from his friends (who were, in hindsight, far too deeply immersed in their own private conversation about the politics of gender roles and derogatory nicknames to care ). Feeling heat crawl up the back of his neck and the corners of his lips twist into a grin, he fought to regain his composure.

"You took that just now?" He asked, a little more quietly than before. "Have you been waiting for me to come back all morning?"

"Mhm," The girl mumbled proudly. "And when you do come back, that'll be waiting for you."

That was all he needed to hear. Wakasa stood up from the couch and dusted off his shorts. "Be there in 15."

"Kay," you giggled, and that was the last thing he heard before you hung up on him.

Wakasa sighed, pocketing his phone, and then turning back to his two friends. "I gotta bounce," He called, interrupting their conversation to announce his departure. "I'll catch you guys later."

Keizo crossed one leg loosely over the other, throwing his arms along the backside of the couch. "The missus calls?"

The shorter man – who was already reaching for the doorknob – flashed a small grin. "What can I say? I'm like superman."

Shinichiro, who was now against one arm of his loveseat while his legs were thrown over the other, commented on Wakasa's choice of words. "More like Supermunch."

Wakasa ignored his comment, pulling open the door. "Suck me." .

"Oh fuck."

Wakasa groaned in response, although the noise was muffled by her thighs. Buried nose-deep in the world's wettest pussy, his grip was like a vice, strong hands digging into the girl's hips in such a manner that he knew his fingers would leave pretty purple bruises.

His thick, beautiful goddess. He loved everything about her. More than that, he loved eating her out. When he'd run his tongue over the most sensitive part of her, her whole body would twitch. Her hips, painted with stretch marks, were his handles. He adored the way her soft, supple body careened into his touch.

She tasted like heaven, and god, she was gushing for him.

He sucked gently on her clit, which was flushed red with arousal, watching in awe as the woman arched up off of the bed. He could see this show a thousand million times and he would still be just as enthralled as he had been the day he had taken her like this for the very first time. Pressing open-mouthed kisses to her pretty pink pussy, his tongue found its way down toward her dripping hole.

Leaving not a moment to waste, she gripped his disheveled ponytail by the root, pushing his head in deep enough for the tongue to slide right in – like it was meant to be there.

"Please," His fiancee pleaded, although he wasn't entirely sure what she wanted. She knew full and well that he wasn't planning on slowing down anytime soon. "Mnnnh-"

And, just to tease her, he withdrew, replacing his tongue with two damp fingers. "Feel good, sweetheart?" He murmured softly, just up against her red-flushed skin.

While he wasn't answered with words, the response he got was nonetheless gratifying. With a gasp and a desperate rut of her hips against his mouth, against the low vibration of his voice, she sent a message as clear as day.

He made no effort to stop her. Instead, adjusting his hands to grip the meat of her ass, he allowed the beautiful, frenzied girl to shamelessly ride his face. Her hips jumped up and down, rubbing her pretty little clit on his lips and his nose, smearing her juices all over his face. She shuddered, opening her legs even further, and arched into the warm, mushy mess he had created with his mouth.

She looked so fucked out like this, so ruined. Her head was thrown back, hair strewn haphazardly over the satin pillow, pink lips parted gently to make way for her trembling breaths. The little red babydoll she was wearing – what started all of this – complimented the undertones of her skin in such a way that it made his head spin. One of the straps hung loosely off of her shoulder, just barely exposing her breast. She was too much; he wanted to touch everything. To say he was enjoying the view would be an understatement. God, he could paint it if he could – on some Van Gogh shit, but if he were a porn addict.

Her smooth legs clamped shut over his ears. He huffed a satisfied little laugh before prying them apart and continuing to make a ruin out of the poor girl in the open.

Unfortunately, as he was only one man, he had to pull away for some air. He plunged two digits back into her, curling them up against that spot that would make her purr. He knew her body like the back of his hand, having memorized every curve, every crevice. Moving forward to continue lapping at her clit, he tried sucking in more air without having to stop. He never wanted to. He could hardly breathe but, fuck, he wouldn't mind going out like this: squished between his fiancee's thighs, feeling her warm essence drip down his chin while she cried out for him.

He couldn't take his eyes off her. The way she took his fingers so well, sucking them in and then clenching around them like she never wanted to let go. The way she gasped out his name over and over like a broken mantra. He could feel the heat of his own arousal straining against the seam of his boxers, but he didn't care. Being able to see her like this was more than enough.

With a gasp, he pulled back. "Fuck," he breathed. "You're purring like a kitten for me."

She carded a trembling hand through his hair, taking some of it into her small fist and tugging on it. He arched into the sensation. He loved the pain.

"Please," She begged again.

Though his fingers never stopped, he paused his desperate licking to draw the moment out even longer. An hour wasn't enough. He wanted to be inside of her all day, in perfect tune with the rhythm of her body, every arch, every stutter of her hips spurring him on. He rubbed the point of his index finger over her sweet spot, pulling her apart from the inside. "Use your words, princess."

Judging by the way her walls were beginning to spasm around his fingers, fun time was about to be cut short. He wanted more. No, fuck, he needed more. But honestly, he wasn't so sure that she could take anymore. Her eyes rolled back, slurred words and broken moans pouring out of her mouth a mile a minute while she struggled to hold on.

Deciding she had taken too long to answer, he dove back into her, parting her lips with his nose and then forming a light suction seal over her clit. He had to readjust himself to fit his fingers and his mouth in such a small space.

She felt so good inside, so warm. He could die in this pussy.

His fiancee gasped, "Waka, stop, 'm gonna cum."

His lips departed from the woman's dripping wet cunt, but only to roughly slide her ass closer to his face. Then, completely disregarding her previous please, he devoured her. His hair was beyond disheveled, tangled in her fist, while the rest hung in damp strands around his face.

He peered up at her hungrily, pulling back and greedily licking her off of his fingers. "Say my name like that again," he'd practically moaned, running his hands up and down your trembling thighs. The poor girl was shaking like a leaf in the breeze and he was reveling in it. "Say my name while you ride my tongue, baby."

"Mmmfuck– wait," She gasped. Her body, however, sent a different signal. She yanked his hair – hard, too – and trapped his head between her thighs. Those pretty little noises she was making increased in pitch and became more frequent within. She was near the breaking point, broken pleas of his name tumbling from her devilish lips. "Wait, wait... Waka, baby."

He wasn't planning on obeying her, moaning against her now abused clit while his lips and tongue alternated applying pressure on it. The pleasure coursing through his veins was enough to drive him wild – fuck, if she kept swallowing him up like that he was gonna cream his pants. She was getting loud and, to be frank, that was turning him on like crazy. He wanted to reach down and palm the ache between his legs, rut his hips down against the bed – anything to release some of the tension that was building between his legs – but he was far too enamored by the sight of her to take any attention away.

Head thrown back, hand gripping his blonde (and purple) tresses like a vice, back arched up off of the bed while that red babydoll dress slipped further off of her shoulders... she was a sight to behold. He never wanted to stop, never wanted her to stop moaning his name. He didn't care if the neighbors heard – hell, the whole building.

His tongue swapped places with his fingers.

The way she was mewling for him like a cat in heat made his heart run wild with desire. She was beautiful, so fucking pretty. She always was. But nothing compared to the way she looked like this, spread open for him like a mouth-watering buffet. He whined, feeling her tug harder at his hair. Her guts were clenching around his tongue like she wanted more. He knew it would only be a matter of time before he got what he wanted from her, so he removed his mouth from the girl's dripping cunt, allowing his fingers to work her open – an obscene mix of her juices and his spit glistening as it ran down his chin. Somehow, he found the strength to utter the words, "I need you to cum for me."

He had power over her at that moment, he knew he did. He had her rocking her hips back on his fingers like a desperate whore, chasing that sweet release she so desperately craved. When she slapped her hand over her mouth to keep quiet – because she had gotten a bit louder, to say the least – he quickly grabbed her wrists, pinning them down into the mattress. "Let me hear you, baby," He panted. "Let the whole building know who's making you feel good."

And he continued the downright slaughter of your pussy with his mouth this time.

"Daddy," the girl mewled, curling into herself. He'd been edging the poor thing around for far too long. He knew that. He just didn't care enough to stop.

It slipped out. It must have... Yet, still, when his fingers curled up against a particularly sensitive spot with all of the ease of a harpist plucking at the strings of her core, her lips spilled praise of his name. "Daddy!"

His smirk grew in size. He licked some of her off of his lips, and then hummed, twisting his fingers around. "That's it, princess. Such a good girl for me."

And then he could see something in the girl snap. The coil of her release snapped with all the power of an oncoming freight train, slamming into her in such a way that had her back arching up off of the bed. Her hips jolted up against his fingers and his tongue, lips chanting his name like a mantra while savoring the slow strokes of his long fingers against her gummy walls. He could feel the shock tear through her in waves, ripping trembling gasps from her lungs while she clenched around him.

"Baby," she mewled. "Oh, fuck, baby."

He slid his fingers out of the girl slowly, savoring the way her pretty pussy clenched over his fingers one last time before pulling out. Taking the soaked digits up to his lips, he sucked them clean. God, he would never forget how she looked right now, even if he'd seen it a thousand times before.

"Fuck, I wanna feel you," He shuddered, pushing himself onto his knees and then reaching for his tee shirt. Seeing her cum on his tongue like that was enough to drive him mad, dick straining hard against his pants. His lips found their way to hers in a messy clash of tongue and teeth, slick spreading from his face to hers while juices dripped down his neck. He pulled back, "Wanna feel you so fucking bad it hurts."

His beautiful fiancee sat up with uncalled quickness, small hands grabbing at his wrinkled shirt. That was all he needed to push the girl onto her back, promptly tugging the damp fabric over his head and tossing it somewhere to the side. When he turned back around, he caught the way her eyes studied the linework of his tattoos with newfound hunger.

She reached a pretty manicured hand out to rest on his abs, fingers splayed open, roaming the expanse of his ink. She traced the lines down to his abdomen, down to the junction between his hip and his pants – where his v-line was peeking out. He felt himself twitch beneath her touch.

"Don't be a tease," He breathed, although that breathless smile never wavered. He had to make a conscious effort to regulate his breathing. If he didn't restrain himself, god, he didn't even know what he would do to her. He had spent the whole ride over here fantasizing about her, about his pretty girl. He could do so many things, but there was so little time to do them. At least, that's what he'd been thinking before he felt her hand cup his erection through his sweats.

He let out a pent-up gasp that turned into a breathy chuckle. "Ah, fuck."

And then he pulled the girl into another bruising kiss, gripping her ass in his hands and pulling at the flesh like he was tearing into Thanksgiving dinner. Her hand pressed further into his crotch.

She parted from his lips to mumble, "Want you..."

"Yeah?" He breathed. It was getting hard to keep his composure when her hand was palming at him through his pants. His hands slid over her waist and gently cupped her face. "Where do you want me, princess?"

She laid back against the bed, arching her back down. Her legs remained folded against his waist. He quietly observed her, mesmerized by the woman and the way she welcomed him with open legs. Sighing blissfully, he lowered his hand to the warmth between her legs, which had begun to drip

Wordlessly, she brought her legs up onto the table. The man quietly observed her as she did so. He was mesmerized by the girl and the way she welcomed him with open legs. He hummed, lowering his hand to the warmth between her legs. "Right here, baby?" He asked.

Instead of answering, she reached for the waistband of his pants.

He left no time to waste, sliding them down over his hips with a hand at her back and letting her tug his boxers down below his thighs.

Immediately, she pushed her hips back against his, rubbing the head of his cock between her drenched folds. Something in him snapped, or rather, something was about to snap.

"Put it in, Daddy," she whined, and, fuck, when she was getting his cock wet like that he had no right to refuse her. The way she was so desperate even though she just came... he was going to get her pregnant one of these days.

He sighed, adjusting her legs around his waist, running his hands down her stomach – which rose and fell with every ragged breath – to rest on her hips. He let one hand move down towards his dick, wrapping around the leaking tip and then lining it up with her entrance. She was dripping all over him.

Before he could put it in himself, the girl slammed her hips back, sheathing the entirety of his cock in her heat.

"F-Fuck," He gasped, although it came out more like a whine. He let her set the pace at first, sliding back and forth in a way that had his head spinning. Her walls were so wet, so warm, so gummy. Fuck, it felt like he was melting.

Fucking into his dripping-wet fiancee, he couldn't fight the strangled moans that were ripped from the depths of his soul. "Fuck," He whimpered. He slowed down to savor the way her pussy sucked him in, and then pushed him out, and then sucked him in again. It made him dizzy. "Fuck, fuck."

"Mmm," the little devil chuckled. "Feel good?"

"So warm," he panted in response, sounding like a bitch in heat. "Oh fuck, I–" He angled his hips upward, bringing his hand over her cunt to roll his thumb over her clit, relishing in the way she cried for him. "I'm not gonna last long."

He'd never put it in so soon after eating it before. Fuck, the sensation was indescribable. He wanted to die like this – buried eight inches deep in her warm, wet cunt.

"Kay," she giggled. Then she moaned, "I want you to cum inside, okay?"

He knew that if even thought about getting to paint her insides right now he wouldn't last much longer. Hell, this would mark the fifth time he'd done it this week, even if it was only Tuesday. But, shit, whatever the princess wanted?

"Okay, baby."

Princess would get.

a/n: hey heyyyy, I hope you enjoyed it!!! if you liked it, you would loooove my other waka fics which can be found here.

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thvkei · 7 months

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can we have the hug thing for the first gen of black dragon plsss?<333333333

tokyo rev; how they hug !

including. shinichiro, wakasa, benkei, takeomi.

notes. my babies. thank u so much for giving me a reason to write for them😖

part one. jjk ver.

SHINICHIRO SANO .

‘ shinichiro is touchstarved. he doesn’t just hug—he holds. he cradles. he worships. each time his arms wrap around your waist and his head falls against your shoulder, new stars align in the sky. after every hard day, he’s inspired to pull you close, to touch you, to show you just how much he missed you. shinichiro hugs like it will be his last. ‘

WAKASA IMAUSHI .

‘ wakasa’s touch is soft and lazy. his feelings are not. no amount of pawing at your hips, or pressing his weight against you could ever convey the want you instill in him. it’s raw. adoring. he just wants you to see that. to feel it. and he wants others to see and feel it too. ‘

KEIZO ARASHI .

‘ benkei is well aware of his strength. in a relationship, not only will he use that strength to protect you at any cost, he’ll also use it shamelessly to show how much he fucking loves you. wether that be straight up throwing you over his shoulder, or lifting you up to kiss your lips, this man never hesitates. never. not when it comes to you. ‘

TAKEOMI AKASHI .

‘ with takeomi, you’ll always be treated like the queen you are. he’ll make sure every need is met, especially physically. he’s always there to remind you how much he craves every part of you. dragging you in by the waist, locking his arm around you neck. you name it. just say the words. ‘

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honeybleed · 2 months

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— ★ 1ST GEN BLACK DRAGONS AS STEP-DADS

content & warnings: fem!reader, reader has children, reader is short to shin, takeomi & benkei but around wakasa’s height, final timeline so all are in their forties, light-hearted so don’t take this too seriously lol

featuring: takeomi akashi, shinichiro sano, wakasa imaushi & keizo arashi

author’s note: they all occupy my brain like crazy so i had to write a lil sumn sumn (albeit short n halfbaked asf) 😛 also i know step fathers are through marriage so i guess dating then getting married is a long time? but whatever. divider credit to @/dejwrld also check out @/444takeomi ! they write so much content for 1st gen black dragons they’re doing the lord’s work frfr

takeomi akashi:

He is the worst step dad out of them all, I’m sorry it has to be said.

Wasn’t too thrilled when you told him you had four kids.

But at the same time, the prospect of a roof over his head with a woman that can cook a decent meal didn’t seem too bad.

Your kids hate him from the jump — it annoys them when they wanna play video games or watch television on weekend mornings and Takeomi is crashed on the couch, hungover.

Is always stealing the snacks meant for their lunchboxes.

You’ve had to slap the back of his head or throw something one too many times because he tries to get your youngest to get him beer from the fridge or asks your teenager to buy him cigarettes from the convenience store.

“I’m only 14.”

“Shit, I was buyin’ em at 14 too.”

Definition of that “go get my purse” meme cos he’ll snake his arms around your waist and kiss your neck so he can get some cash for a lottery ticket or to bet on a horse race cos he blows his own money like water.

wakasa imaushi:

Not really an affectionate person with kids.

Gets annoyed when they cry and rolls his eyes.

“You’re getting bullied?” He’ll scoff.

But he’s not THAT heartless, he shows love in his own way.

Teaches kids self defence at his gym with Benkei if they’re getting picked on.

You know that thing foreign parents do when they don’t apologize but bring a plate of sliced fruit? That’s Wakasa 😭

Does the same shit as Takeomi n tries to get them to buy cigarettes (birds of the same feather flock together LMFAOOOOO)

shinichiro sano:

Definition of lame and tries too hard.

And you feel had because you know to his core Shinichiro is a family man, he’s had to take care of his family since he was a teenager.

Tries to bring them to ball games and sometimes offers to pick them up from school but they’ll walk away and pretend they don’t know him.

Literally borrows books from the library about children and families when all else fails.

“What you watchin’ buddy?-”

“Shut up.”

Shinichiro is not a punk so he drops it but the last thing he wants is to make an enemy out of your kids.

Anyways, that all changes when one day, your son hears about “The legendary leader of the 1st Gen Black Dragons” at school.

And he’ll approach Shinichiro whose busy fixing up something in the garage, and asks him if it’s true.

Ends up hyping himself up when we all know Shin was getting his ass handed to him every time he got into a fight.

“You get my kid involved in that gang crap and I’m throwing your shit on the lawn.”

“Honey…no! I would never…I left that life behind a long time ago!” He says while he’s sweating bullets and rubbing the back of his head.

keizo arashi (benkei):

You met him at a grocery store, he saw you struggling to reach something on the top shelf and things just took off from there after you exchanged numbers.

When your daughter first met him, his appearance struck the fear of god in her and she was hiding behind you.

And that just shattered Benkei’s heart, he was sat on the edge of your bed, clutching his head as you soothingly rubbed his back.

He knew he was an intimidating figure due to his appearance, but to his core the man is a girl dad damn it!

Regardless, little by little he manages to win over your little girl and soon enough, his big ass is sat at the tea table with a pink feather boa and tiara pretending to eat the imaginary cupcakes with her.

Posted up at the Bring Your Dad To School day and your daughter couldn’t be more prouder.

Is the best stepdad idc 😭

author’s note: ty for reading!! this was just something small since it’s been a while since i’ve written something hehe also ngl i struggled with wakasa bro is a playa from the himalayas 😭😭😩

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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Ok if we're doing ass grabbing we HAVE to get some tit grabbing too! I wanna know how my fave is gonna hold them while I ride him!

Good mornin' babe, I just woke up, what time is it there ?

THE TITS GRABBING LES'GOOO : ( I didn't talked about sizes don't worry, big or small, these guys are addicted to your tits)

Izana, Mitsuya, Kakucho, Inupi :

We all know this man lacks a mother figure ( Izana and his mommy issues, Mitsuya and his absent mom, Kakucho's mom died... )

I don't know what this has to do with that, don't ask me about the connection, but this man is definitely the type to want them in his mouth.

You're both just enjoying the warm sun rays seeping through the windows, laying on your bed. This big, though, strong man is laying on top of you, head resting on your chest while your hands play with his hair.

Starts slowly at first, placing lingering kisses on your cleavage, sucking on the skin here and there. And as the heat starts building up in your lower belly, he smirks as he lowers your top, letting your breasts break free and taking immediately one of them in his mouth.

" Shhh, love. Sit still for me and lemme suck these pretty things"

Yes yes, a man of muscles, of bloody knuckles and all, laying on top of you with his mouth around your nipples. Good thing is, as you start turning horny, his other hand would start sliding between your legs, making its way to your clothed pussy. " Worry not, won't let my pretty girl get needy "

Mikey, Wakasa,Ran, Haruchiyo,Hanma :

He thinks he owns them. Like literally, it's his boobs, not yours. You just carry them for him.

No seriously, he always has what he wants, why would it be different for those ?

He isn't soft at all, please stay away from him when you're on your period and your chest is hurting.

You were late to your appointment, already running everywhere in the house gathering your belongings. And he was already upset that he had to leave the bed early that morning because his friends decided to come discuss some matters that day.

As you took your bag from in the living room, you greeted his friends and leaned over slightly to peck his cheek. What a mistake. The slight sight you gave him of your cleavage was enough for his pants to already start tightening.

-" The fuck you're doing-" he pulls you by the hand straight in his lap, and those strong hands of him are already finding your breasts under your top, kneading them and grunting as you accidentally rub your ass against his bulge trying to get up.

-" No work for ya today. Ya better shut this pretty mouth, yeah ? Let daddy play with his good girl. "

-" Eyes on me. " he commands directly toward one of his friends, when their eyes start lingering a little away from his face, toward you. " Not on what's mine. "

Kazutora, Shinichiro, Rindou,Benkei, Hakkai, Kokonoi :

He's kinda shy about it ( yes, yes even Rindou )

Understand, he's obsessed. He thinks it's pretty shameful, how everytime you walk in the room, his eyes light up seing your smile first, then they naturally drift toward your tits.

His dirty secret ? Has about ten pictures of his cum all over your chest. He LOVES cumming on them, painting them like the work of art he thinks they are.

But he's still shy about it, and you can see it.

Just like now, his eyes are almost begging, watching you as you bounce on his cock, his shy hands tightening around your hips. Poor boy can't help but let his eyes linger on your exposed breasts on top of him, and you feel him perfectly throbbing inside you just by the sight.

" touch them already " you roll your eyes, taking his hands in yours and putting them on both your breasts. God, he's so ashamed about the strangled moan that slips from his mouth.

" So fuckin' perfect... " His touches, are so soft but so passionate, rolling your nipples between his thumbs and always so hell bent on leaving hickeys on your skin.

He eventually starts getting more confident after some time with you. You notice that, on a night while watching TV on the couch, with you sitting on his lap. You yelp as his hands slide under your shirt, then began slowly caressing your breasts and rolling your nipples under his fingers.

" What is it, m'love ? You like when I touch these tits like I own you ? Like you're my pretty toy ? Hm, bet this slutty pussy's drippin', fucking likes it when I use your body, yeah ?"

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benkeibear · 1 year

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☰ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟐

⧫ Characters: Shinichiro, Takeomi, Benkei, Wakasa

⧫ Reader: genderneutral | AFAB

⧫ Summary: How they react when you tell them that you're pregnant

⧫ WARNINGS: mentions of pregnancy and childbirth

⧫ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! (This is a repost from my old blog)

☰ Shinichiro:

ꕤ Shin was on cloud nine with you anyways and you two already had “the talk” so you knew He wanted a family with you

ꕤ You told him by giving him a baby onesie with a cute motorcycle on it

ꕤ “Did that shrink? Or don’t you know my size?”

ꕤ when no answer came He shook his head, completely at loss of words as He fell to his knees, clutching onto the baby clothing

ꕤ “Am- am i gonna be a dad?” He asked with tears in his eyes, hugging you when you confirmed it

ꕤ Oh He was so happy, immediately asking you all kind of questions

ꕤ wants to name the child after his parents

ꕤ He tries his best to help you with everything, joins to every appointment and cries every time

ꕤ Makes the whole house baby proof far before it's even born because he's just too careful

☰ Takeomi:

ꕤ You knew of Takeomis rather… Wild past but you also know that he’s more than ready to settle down

ꕤ you didn’t actively try to get a child, it was more of a “let’s not use protection and see if something happens” situation

ꕤ so when you started to feel sick in the morning you immediately took a test, screaming when it came out positive

ꕤ Takeomi came running right away, thinking you got hurt

ꕤ “well… I guess we’re gonna be parents” He chuckled when He saw what the fuss was about, hugging you tight

ꕤ He was so happy, letting everyone know right away

ꕤ You won’t need to lift a single finger anymore

ꕤ suddenly wants to move places, thinking your current place isn't fit to have a baby

ꕤ Master of the overthinkers so please tell him to calm down and reassured him that everything will be just fine

☰ Benkei:

ꕤ can you hear me screaming??

ꕤ Benkei always wanted a big family and also said so on your first or second date

ꕤ so when you handed him a little pair of baby shoes He needed exactly one second to start bawling his eyes out

ꕤ He was just so happy that you - his beloved - want a family with him, that you're in fact carrying a child, HIS child Inside of you

ꕤ prepare for him to get even softer with you, wanting to protect you even more now

ꕤ lets his friends know the very same day, screaming at them that He is a dad

ꕤ talks to your belly every night before going to sleep, letting your child know just how much they're loved already

ꕤ if He can, He always has a hand on your bump

ꕤ dies of cuteness when your baby punches or kicks “my child is coming after it's father”

☰ Wakasa:

ꕤ Tricky one. You never really talked about having children so it was a surprise to you when the test came out positive

ꕤ Wakasa was there too, watching all three tests turn positive and it was dead silent for a while, waiting for his reaction

ꕤ He eventually cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead “thank You” He mumbled, feeling a weird mixture of feelings wash over him

ꕤ But He was grateful that you chose him, that you thought He would be fit to be a dad

ꕤ He was also so clueless, secretly educating himself on how to take better care of you and how to handle a baby

ꕤ Really thoughtful as well, stocked up on all of your weird cravings

ꕤ He got his child mini boxing gloves as a joke “they have to come after me” He joked

ꕤ he's a bit worried but also looking forward to meeting his child

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #shinichiro x reader #takeomi x reader #wakasa x reader #benkei x reader #keizo arashi x reader #shinichiro fluff #takeomi fluff #wakasa fluff #benkei fluff #shinichiro sano #takeomi akashi #wakasa imaushi #keizo arashi #repost ♡

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souyasbabyy · 2 years

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Your instagram while dating shinichiro

i'm so glad you lik this content that much, thanks for all the support, love u guys <3

liked by waksa.shii, benkeiizo & 247 others

y/n: we sent mikey to take the picture

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waksa.shii: you're supposed to be the adults

└ MIKEYYYYY: i'm 15

└ waksa.shii: go to bed, it's late

akashi_omi: the pic is blur

└ sanzuu_u: thank you captain obvious

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y/n: hands

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akashi_omi: cancer is eyeing you

└ y/n: you can talk, you smoke 3 packs a day

MIKEYYYYY: wow so romantic

└ shiinsn0: 🙄

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y/n: <3

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sano_em: you’re my favorite sister in law

└ y/n: 🥺

└ waksa.shii: and the only one that accepted his ass

shiinsn0: youre pretty baby

└ y/n: ❤️

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y/n: babysitting two drunk adults

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MIKEYYYYY: you should leave his ass y/n

└ y/n: 💀

akashi_omi: you were laughing so much someone yelled at you to shut up

└ shiinsn0: should’ve beat their ass

└ y/n: i love you shin, but you can’t fight baby

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y/n: my date tinder is weird should i leave?

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MIKEYYYYY: yes

shiinsn0: Y/N! STOP

waksa.shii: yes

benkeiizo: you want me to pick you up?

shiinsn0: EVERYONE STOP FOLLOWING HER BULLSHIT PEOPLE ARE GOING TI BELIEVE YALL

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagine #mel 🌻#tokyo revengers headcanon #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers smau #shinichiro smau #shinichiro headcanons #tokyo revengers shinichiro #shinichiro x reader #mikey #wakasa imaushi #benkei #takeomi

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reallyromealone · 1 year

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I have a benkei request if that’s alright with you and it’s the alpha, omega and beta au

So say it’s late at night and the reader (who’s six months pregnant) and he is makes his way to the kitchen to help with his pregnancy cravings and benkei (who I headcannon as someone who loves to cuddle with their significant other) notices that the reader is not in bed so he heads downstairs and sees the reader eating and he accidentally scares the reader. Which would make benkei laugh but he’d immediately apologize and help the reader back to bed

*screams*

🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷Benkei grunted as his mates side of the bed was cold, eyes scanning the empty bed and immediately got up to find his pregnant Omega.

He had a feeling he knew where he was.

(Name) stood in front of the fridge snacking on left overs and a combination of (strange combination) sleepily, still in his sleep shirt that totally wasn't one of Benkeis t-shirts and loose fitting boxers. Benkei walking in to see him doing a little happy dance as he ate, unaware his alpha was watching fondly.

"Baby what are you doing up?" Benkei asked startling (name) and subsequently making him drop his food and Benkei chuckled but immediately stopped when his Omega whined sadly at the wasted food "I'll clean it baby" benkei said soothingly to his mate who took his bowl of (food) and Benkei kissed bis head before cleaning up "let's go back to bed" Benkei said leading his mate upstairs "this is good" (name) said and Benkei tried not to look openly disgusted at the combination "yeah you enjoy that"

(Name) ate his food before brushing his teeth again and letting benkei snuggle him in bed, large hands sprawled around his belly and the two sighed in contentment.

"I gotta pee"

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #male reader #omegaverse #omega male reader #benkei x reader #benkei x male reader

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eggtartz · 1 year

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make more domestic characters but the first generation of BD, please 🥹🥹 i love this ❤️‍🩹

a/n : i hear you perfectly anon, more domestic characters to come 🤭

masterlist

shinichiro sano

the type of husband who gets flustered a lot during your first night together after the wedding. yeah sure, you two have been living together before but it feels a lot different now that you two are officially married.

"shin? what's wrong?" you asked, looking at the nervous man through your makeup mirror, while he's fidgeting with his fingers. he jolted at your voice, eyes low and not meeting with yours. shin was growing more and more nervous and jumped again when you held his hand. "your hand's cold shin. is there something wrong?" you asked, genuinely concerned. shin blushed even harder at your concern "uh, no it's just.. a bit nervous.. that's all.." the man said without sparing you a look. you smiled and turned off the lights. the nightstand light lit the room just enough to see your faces "it's okay shin, let's go to sleep yeah?" you said, calming him down. he hugged you and you hugged him back, slowing down his thumping heart and slowly falling into and slumber.

takeomi akashi

waking up beside takeomi 💕. waking up to his loud snoring that you have grown familiar with. at first it was annoying but now you feel comfortable hearing it, him snoring as proof that he's sleeping well and resting like he never did in his deliquent days. stroking his hair that stirred him awake making him yawn loudly. "good morning old man. slept good?" you teased him earning a groggy laugh from him. "oh fuck you" he said rubbing his eyes. "was i snoring again?"

"mmh" "oh shit sorry love can't control the snoring for fucks sake" you giggled while burying your face on his chest "it's okay take, it's comfortable"

wakasa imaushi

watching your daily show with wakasa on the couch. the couch is spacious enough so you two could lie down on it except that wakasa's long feet was apparently too long for the couch but it wasn't anywhere uncomfortable. he was laying sideways behind you, hands reaching for the popcorn leaning on your chest. occasionally he would slip his hand and rest them under your boob. it wasn't anything sexual, just sharing some warmth. he had to untangle himself from you to go to the bathroom, you whining as you lost him body heat. "wakaaaaa" "it'll be one second, pause the show for me okay. i need to see who killed the old man"

keizo arashi

dancing in the kitchen with benkei oh lord 😭💕 the two of you smudging cake icing on your faces while you two clumsily danced to the music on the radio. benkei would do spontaneous lifts that made you yelp, him giggling at your response. "oh c'mon keizo! put me down!" you smacked his back, not even attempting hurt the man. not that he's affected anyway. "hmmm no. you look cute like this" he said while placing your body on his shoulder, like a firefighter would do. he brings the two of you to the living room where he slammed his body on top of yours "keizo!" "sorry love, your squeaks are cute" help this man, he's such a sucker for you

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highpri3stess · 2 years

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Keeping up with the older siblings of Tr (smau) - pilot

Starring: The older siblings of Tr + wakasa and benkei (reader is an older sibling)

Sypnosis: Who's the worst older sibling between Takeomi, Shinchiro and y/n? One thing's for sure, it ISN'T Shinichiro 💀

Warning(s): f!reader (she/her), cussing, Shin is alive, reader has a younger sister, everybody is messy 💀 , benkei is insecure in his hair colour, Takeomi gets bullied. More people will be added to the series as it progresses. Everyone in this timeline is of age 💀

Rated 16+ (minors dni with my other posts please and don't follow me)

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notiddygxthgf · 11 months

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10. don't look back

★ pairings: plug!wakasa imaushi x f!reader

★ synopsis: the one where you have the hots for your dealer, and Wakasa is always eager to please a customer. (don't let your bf stop you from finding ur hubby)

★ content warning: smut, angst, lotta porn w a lotta plot, car sex, dealer wakasa, cheating, oral sex, sneaky link, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, sex while high, consensual drug use, mentions of abuse, unprotected sex, so much more...

★ a/n: so so so sorry for leaving yall on a cliffhanger like that ughhh!! momma loves u all. anyway not much to say about this one, so enjoy! hope yall brought tissues <3

★ w.c.; 7.1k

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CONFUSION DISTORTED YOUR FACE. Your heart skipped another beat, and then another. The warmth of the room seemed to dissipate, leaving a chilling silence in its wake. The symphony of anticipation within your chest faltered, eyes widening as they scanned the messages on the screen – your phone.

Shit, you thought. Shit, Shit, Shit… you had been foolish enough to leave your phone behind in a drunken haze.

“What? What the hell are you talking about?” You murmured softly, your voice betraying your confusion.

“You’re full of shit,” he chuckled humorlessly. His eyes met yours and they were dark, emotionless. “Waka? Of all fucking people, too?”

His voice sent shivers up your spine. It didn’t make any sense; you had done everything right… so, why now? Your eyes fell to the cigar in his hand, white at the tip from the ash. You swallowed the lump in your throat and said, “Babe, I don’t even know–”

“Don’t call me that,” He retorted rather bluntly. “Don’t play dumb with me, girl.”

“I’m not playing dumb,” You answered.

“We both saw those fucking messages,” He spat, taking another hit of his cigar before he tapped it into the ashtray. “Least you could do is tell the truth.”

“It’s out of context,” you hissed, in some feeble attempt at getting him to believe you. “It’s not what it looks like, I–”

“WHAT IS IT, THEN?” Takeomi slammed his fist on the table. You jumped at the sound, face burning a bit with the heat of your embarrassment. You wanted to say something, but it appeared as if all coherent thought had successfully left your body. Your mouth was glued shut.

Takeomi shook his head with a sigh, rising from the loveseat in a manner that had you backing away from him. You knew what he was capable of doing to you. Given that the two of you were alone right now, you prepared for the worst. Takeomi had you cornered.

“Cat got your tongue? Shame,” he tutted. Towering over your trembling body, he pulled a hit from his cigar, blowing the bitter smoke out against your face. His eyes were dull, glazed with liquor and anger. Still, you knew it meant nothing good. “Bet you were real loud for him, weren’t ‘ya?”

You froze, paralyzed, like prey being hunted by a predator. Your heart hammered against your ribcage like it wanted to break free. “Takeomi, I…” you swallowed, reaching toward him with a trembling hand. “I know this seems cliche, but I promise, I can explain–”

In the blink of an eye, Takeomi had braced a hand on your chest, shoving you backward into the coffee table. The force of the push sent you flying into it, glass tabletop shattering as ceramic vases tumbled onto the floor. You gasped, clutching your back.

Takeomi flicked his cigar onto the carpet, stomping it out with his shoe. “Listen,” he began, “I’m only g’nna ask you one time, babe. You’ll answer honestly if you know what’s good for you.”

The leather of his shoes crackled as he squatted down to your level. The world was beginning to spin, but the image of his stoic expression glaring down at you was one you would remember forever. He reeked of booze and nicotine, brows drawn low over his stormy grey eyes, black hair falling into his red-tinted face. “Did you cheat on me with my fucking coworker?”

You raised your head in an effort to look at him. Eyes rolling back, you stared up at the ceiling instead. Your mouth felt very dry all of a sudden.

“Say it,” He spat, voice cracking slightly beneath the pressure of his emotions. He was closer to you now than before, face hovering only a foot or two above yours. His eyes were a boiling cesspool of anger and hate. “He’s already on his way here. One of you’s gonna ‘fess up.”

Wakasa was coming. The thought of him being there brought a sense of relief over you, one that was quickly replaced by the realization that he would be walking right into a trap.

He’s already on his way here.

“Take…” you muttered weakly. A groan left your lips the moment you attempted to look him in the eyes. “Please.”

“Tch,” he sucked his teeth. Rather than helping you up or apologizing for shoving you, he dusted his hands off onto his briefs, standing up and then turning away from you. The light caught the arch of his nose as he turned toward the knock that sounded at the front door.

“Just in time,” he remarked. You tried to crawl to your feet, keep him away from that door, but you felt too weak to move. Takeomi stepped right over you, anyway. It didn’t take him long to open it.

“ Sorry I’m late.”

If you had ears like a dog, they would have perked up at the sound of his voice, his song. That low, casual croon that made your heart warm even though you knew it wasn’t right. Your gaze remained on the ceiling, world blurring a bit around the corners. I must have hit my head pretty hard,you thought, rubbing your temples in vain as if that would help ease the slow throb.

“Come in, please,” Your boyfriend replied, allowing Waka to enter his space with such faux generosity that you felt yourself turn toward the sound of his voice in an effort to watch the interaction.

Wakasa was upside down from where you were laying, clad in a black leather jacket and some blue jeans. He scanned the interior of his coworker’s apartment, lavender hues flitting over the living room. He paled visibly when he saw you laying there.

Takeomi shut the door behind the two of them, allowing Waka to process everything that had unfolded before his eyes in such a short period of time. When a minute or so had passed, he clapped a hand over Waka’s shoulder.

“Waka, you’ve met my girlfriend, right?” Takeomi mused.

Wakasa’s mask seemed to slip – if only for a brief moment. Still, as always, he managed to play it cool. “Yeah,” he muttered, licking his lips. “Am I interrupting somethin’?”

You gazed back at him, hoping your eyes relayed the message. Run. Run before it’s too late.

“I got a call from her neighbor, says she had a bike parked in front of her house this morning,” Takeomi continued anyway. He stepped around Waka, folding his arms behind his back. “I don’t have a bike.”

Wakasa furrowed his brows, tilting his head. He amazed you, still, with his innate ability to keep that poker face in even the most perilous of situations. “Okay…” he trailed off. The confusion seemed genuine. He had you fooled for a moment. “Where are you going with this?”

The grin on your boyfriend’s face was anything but welcoming. He shook his head and then looked at Waka like he had every intention to kill him. “You fucking my bitch, man?”

You felt your heart plummet. This was it, you thought. Waka was going to fess up to it. This little illusion the two of you had was about to come crashing down. The glass beneath your wounded arm shifted as you tried to get to your feet.

To your surprise, Wakasa didn’t even flinch at his words, instead drawing up a brow and sparing a brief glance your way. He looked at Takeomi as if to say, Really?

You had to admit, the act was convincing.

Poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, Takeomi nodded. “Figured you’d try ‘n lie your way out of this,” he muttered. His words were a bit slurred together, stumbling drunkenly for a moment as he reached into the interior pocket of his coat. The object he produced was shiny and silver, glinting beneath the lamplight as he turned it toward his coworker.

With wide eyes, you gasped, clawing at the floor.

“You bet’ta fess up, Imaushi, ‘M not fuckin’ playing,” He slurred. The veins in his hand popped, fingers tensed around the grip of his gun.

“Take,” Wakasa sighed, still remarkably calm considering he had a gun aimed at his head. You knew it was all an act, of course, but you had to give credit where it was due. Even if the timing wasn’t necessarily appropriate. “You’re drunk. Put the gun down.”

“How long has this been goin’ on behind – hic – my back?” Takeomi pressed further.

“I’m not fuckin ‘yer girl, man,” Wakasa shook his head. “The hell are you on about?”

Takeomi held a finger up to the shorter man, shoving his hand back into his pocket and rummaging around until he found your phone. He fiddled around with it for a bit and then turned the screen over.

The room went quiet in an instant, tension pending in the air as Wakasa squinted at the tiny screen. You found yourself doing the same. Bracing your hands on the glass-speckled floor, you stumbled to your feet.

“Say hi to the camera, baby.”

With a gasp, you covered your mouth. The tips of your ears turned red. Shit. He found the video.

“Taking it so well…”

“Waka–!”

“We– hic– well?” Takeomi grumbled. If he didn’t have a gun pointed at Wakasa, you probably would have laughed at the way he stumbled forward. “That’s not you?”

Wakasa quirked a brow, leaning in to get a closer look. The corner of his lip twitched as he licked it. His eyes darted between the phone in Takeomi’s hand – the screen where you knew your vulva was spread open on display for a live studio audience – and the gun.

The sound of your own voice nearly brought you to hysterics. You were mortified.

Finally, he sighed. “I mean, shit, man,” he offered after a lengthy pause. “That’s some pretty solid evidence there, I don’t know what you want me to say.”

Takeomi’s eyes locked with yours in a dance of torment and love mingled with betrayal, hatred clashing with the shattered fragments of trust. The tears that had begun pooling in your eyes earlier streamed down your tender cheeks as you pleaded with him silently.

He turned the barrel of the gun towards you, and for a moment – a brief, fleeting moment – you saw Wakasa’s mask break, eyes widening as he watched it happen.

“Six years,” Takeomi reiterated, stepping away from Wakasa and inching closer to you.

Your efforts to back away from him were ultimately in vain, you realized the moment you felt your back collide with the wall. Takeomi had you cornered – again – as he waved the gun in your direction.

“Take, please…” You pleaded with him, face stained with tear marks. Your voice trembled beneath the weight of his unspoken threat. “I–”

“SIX FUCKING YEARS,” He shouted, the force of his voice causing you to jump. The anger seemed to be gnawing at him on the inside, anguish and hatred waging war within him, a tempest of conflicting emotions threatening to put an end to this once and for all. He appeared to stand before you on the precipice of a decision, torn between the love that had once bound the two of you and the searing pain of betrayal. His voice broke, “Was it not enough for you?”

You hadn’t realized he had backed you up against the wall until you felt the chill from the metal barrel press against your neck. His other arm kept you pinned in place.

His eyes were wild, watering a bit as he looked at you for a moment. He cocked his gun, though the quiet click seemed to be amplified tenfold. His hair fell into his face. “I want answers,” he whispered.

“Take, put the fucking gun down!” Wakasa shouted somewhere behind him. He seemed closer than he was before, like he had inched closer to your manic boyfriend, although you weren’t about to crane your neck around to find out.

Takeomi’s bloodshot eyes flickered with a mix of confusion and rage, a fire surging with him that was fueled by the alcohol coursing through his veins.

Then his finger tightened around the trigger.

Wakasa lunged forward, tatted arm appearing in your field of vision as he reached to grab Takeomi’s wrist.

Your breath caught in your throat as the scene unfolded before you. You held your breath. The seconds seemed to tick away, each one passing slowly as Waka bravely reached for the gun. You held your breath.

With a sudden surge of determination, like your tears had spurred him on, Waka managed to pry the gun from Takeomi’s trembling hand. The weapon clattered as it hit the ground.

In the deafening silence that followed, Wakasa tucked a blond stray behind his ear, sending the gun sliding away from the scene with a small kick.

Before the relief had even settled in, Takeomi turned on his heel and lunged at Wakasa with a wild swing. His alcohol-addled coordination betrayed him, however, as he tripped over his own feet – missing by an inch or two as he fell over the backside of the couch.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched him tumble over the edge.

Wakasa’s head turned quickly as he called out to you. “I’m parked outside,” he hissed. “Go, now.”

He pulled a wireless key fob out of his pocket – you could see the silver detailing of the BMW logo glint beneath the dim living room lighting as he tossed it to you.

“Wait, Waka–” You breathed, voice a hushed whisper. Still, you caught it.

“Get in the fucking car, NOW,” He commanded you. One look into his wide eyes reminded you that he wasn’t asking.

At that moment, your heart seemed to stop beating altogether. The room seemed to shrink around you. Without a second thought, you pushed yourself off of the wall and made a beeline for the door. The adrenaline surged through your veins, pushing you past your limit, pushing you towards freedom while your legs threatened to give.

You could still hear Wakasa’s voice echoing in the back of your mind, urging you to run while you had a chance. The urgency in his tone fueled you further and further, drowning out the chaos behind you. It wasn’t until you reached the door that you paused to glance back over your shoulder.

“You leave now and we’re fucking done,” Takeomi warned you. He had braced himself on his elbows.

Wakasa was stepping over the sideways couch, hair down over his back and covering his face with a hair tie stretched open on his fingers. He scooped a few handfuls of hair up behind his head. His wrists twisted with expert precision as he tied it back. His neck cracked with a quick crane of his head to the right.

Sensing what was about to go down, you turned away, throwing the door open and making your escape. You let the door shut behind you, stepping out into the cool night air. Your chest heaved for a moment.

You pressed your ear against the door, tears streaming down your cheeks as your emotions enveloped you. You felt horrible leaving Waka to fend for himself, but you would have felt worse if you went against his word.

So, pulling your clothes tight against your trembling body, you ducked and entered the street. The midnight sky blanketed Waka’s black Mercedes. It looked like it had recently been polished.

You unlocked the door and plopped into the passenger seat. The moment you shut the door, the tears came pouring out. Your hand continued to grip the handle of the door with white-knuckled intensity. The air inside of the car felt all but suffocating, as if the weight of your actions hung from each and every molecule around you. Panic gripped you, tightening its hold with each rapid beat of your frightened heart.

Teary eyes blurred your vision. Your lover’s words echoed – again, for the millionth time – in your mind.

“Get in the fucking car, NOW.”

He’d sounded so angered, so tired of you. How had everything unraveled so quickly?

The sound of your own uneven breathing was the only thing keeping you company in the car, ragged breaths fogging up the window to your right. Tossing the key fob into the cupholder, you turned towards that foggy window, pressing your hot cheek against its cold surface. The chill was refreshing, even if a part of you felt bad for leaving prints on Waka’s freshly cleaned windows.

You didn’t care. Your mind was alight with possibilities – with fear and uncertainty. Where would you go? What would happen to you now that the cat was out of the bag?

Clutching at your throat, you ached for air, desperate for a moment of clarity. But the walls of Waka’s Benz seemed to close in on you. Images of the fight flashed through your mind. The reality of your actions crashed upon the desolate shores of your rotten mind like a tidal wave, overwhelming your senses and drowning you in a sea of guilt. You couldn’t escape the consequences of your betrayal, the pain that had been etched on Takeomi’s face forever imprinted in your mind.

You felt terrible.

A sob wrenched itself from the depths of your soul. Then another.

The world was hazy, disorienting, as if reality had been warped by the weight of your guilt. For a few minutes, you sat there, mind spinning a mile a minute. You wrapped your arms around yourself, seeking temporary solace in the touch of your own skin.

When the driver’s side door suddenly popped open, you jumped in your seat. You made quick work of your salty tears, wiping them away from your face while you tried to make yourself look somewhat presentable.

Waka dropped into the driver's seat with an exasperated sigh. Though your eyes trained themselves on the dashboard, you could see him reach for the steering wheel out of the corner of your eye. He looked a little messy. His clothes were disheveled, his hair was in a similar state. His knuckles were dusted with a faint red hue.

After a brief pause that seemed to span for an eternity, he offered, “Buckle in.”

You did exactly that.

The car revved to life. The buttons on the dash lit up in unison. Waka gripped the steering wheel, throwing his other arm over the back of your seat and glancing behind him before turning back to the road. He pulled out of the parking spot without another word.

And then he took off.

★

The ride to your house was as silent as it was tense. It wasn’t very long, seeing as you only lived ten minutes away. That ten was more like five today, though you weren’t sure if it was because a part of you wanted to stay in this car with Waka just a little while longer or because Waka had been doing double the speed limit the whole way over.

The car rolled to a stop in front of your place, and that dreadful, gnawing feeling in your gut had returned, bringing the tension in the car back with it. You folded your hands neatly in your lap, awaiting Waka’s next words.

You were expecting him to shout at you, to lash out at you like an angry father. Like your father, like your boyfriend (ex boyfriend?).

You hadn’t been expecting him to turn the car off, and you most certainly hadn’t expected him to cast a sorrowful glance your way, brows drawn low over his pretty eyes.

“Sorry I yelled at ‘ya,” he sighed. What surprised you even more was the way he reached out to graze a gentle hand over your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. He added, “Take’s fuckin’ crazy. I didn’t want him hurtin’ you.”

It was becoming a bit of a chore to continue breathing normally when he was so close to you. You needed to leave now before you dug yourself a deeper hole, you decided, reaching for the door.

Waka beat you to it. In the blink of an eye, he’d reached over your lap and pulled the door shut. He kept you pinned to the seat with his arm.

“Fuck you,” you seethed. You were frustrated, you were confused – before you knew it, you began to cry.

“I just wanna talk,” He reaffirmed. His words did nothing to calm your nerves.

Your hands trembled as you struggled to find the words to convey how you felt. The car seemed a lot smaller than it had been only moments prior. You took a deep breath, voice quivering beneath the weight of her accusation.

“You ruined everything,” You sobbed, voice barely a notch above a whisper, eyes now locked with Waka’s in a heated standoff. The pain etched on your features made your jaw tighten.

None of this would have happened if you'd never met him.

Waka’s expression was unreadable, a tick in his jaw was the only indicator that your words had hit the mark. “Yeah, it’s all my fault, ‘course it is,” he retorted, voice tinged with an uncharacteristically bitter tone. “Not like you willingly invited me into your room or anythin’.”

Your eyes narrowed, gaze challenging his stance even though you knew he was right. “You gave me your number first… you knew I had a boyfriend, you dick.”

Waka’s expression changed slightly, allowing you a glimpse into what you imagined was a pretty deep pool of anger. “You texted me, doll.”

He was right. Again. The realization made you break a bit inside.

Your voice quivered with unspoken emotion as you let the tears fall freely. “You’re such an ass, you know that? Why’d you have to come around and fuck me over?”

“Oh, don’t even,” he snapped back. “I risked it all for you. I did everything I could, and ‘yer gonna sit here and blame me?”

The silence that followed was heavy, settling between the both of you like a brick wall as the both of you exchanged angry gazes. The tension in the car built up.

“I never wanted it to come to this,” You spoke louder this time, heartbroken and vulnerable. “You took everything from me.”

“Don’t pretend this wasn’t a mutual decision,” He shook his head at you, chuckling humorlessly. “You are every bit as guilty ‘s I am and you know it.”

You froze. He continued.

“Deep down you know you wanted me to keep coming ‘round,” he added rather cockily. He cocked his head to the right, beckoning you to try and prove him wrong. “You loved it, didn’t ‘ya?”

Another brief pause had passed, and your anger had reached its boiling point. Without thinking, you raised your hand, bringing it towards the side of his face like you wanted to hit him. But Waka – quick on his feet, as always – reflexively caught your hand mid-swing, preventing the slap from landing.

Time seemed to freeze altogether.

Your eyes widened, hand suspended in the air a mere inch or two away from Waka’s face. His grip on your hand was firm, strong, a harsh reminder of a fact you had apparently forgotten; You didn’t stand a chance against him.

The two of you fell into an uneasy silence as you locked eyes, the intensity of the moment palpable.

Waka’s voice was steady, his grip unyielding. He looked – for a moment – as if he wanted to say something to you, remind you of who you were talking to. Before long, however, his anger softened, as did his gaze.

“I’m not sorry for what I did,” he mused. His eyes never flitted away from yours, even for a moment, even as he pulled you closer to him. “Even if I could go back ‘n change the past, I would still pick you. Every time.”

His breath was soft, mint-scented, and fresh. You felt your resolve crack. You wanted to scream at him, to throw your arms around his neck and kiss him until your lungs gave out. You hated the way he made you feel.

The car was filled with a heavy silence as your tears streamed down your reddened cheeks. Your heart squeezing painfully, you reached out, hand weakly forming a fist, and feebly punched Wakasa’s chest.

“I hate you,” You whispered, knowing you didn’t mean a word of it.

Waka’s eyes filled with sorrow as he caught your fist, gently holding it against his chest. You could feel his heart beating in synchrony with yours. A moment passed, agonizingly slow, and he pulled you into a tight embrace, a bittersweet collision of love and resentment.

Then, to your surprise, he did the unthinkable.

“Let’s stop seeing each other,” his honey-sweet croon pierced through the silence, his tone resolute.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. Shoving yourself away from him, you shot him an incredulous look. The road ahead seemed to blur as you tried to wrap your head around his proposition.

“What…?” You had asked in vain.

The confined space of the car seemed to amplify the tension. The world outside seemed to stop spinning for a moment. This was the same car where he’d first swept you off your feet so many nights ago. Now, like some sort of cruel joke, the image before you paralleled the memory. His unexpected words hung heavy in the air.

He wasn’t looking at you anymore. In fact, he looked a little down about it, like he was having doubts of his own about the decision.

“I never should’da gotten you involved in all of this mess… I can fend for myself with him but… I know you can’t,” He said remorsefully. He seemed… genuine. When his eyes met yours, it was as if you had fallen for him a second time. “It’s too dangerous. We need to stop seein’ each other.”

In the span of a minute, Wakasa had managed to tear your heart right out of your chest.

“No…” You did a complete 180. You were so weak for him that you hated it. But, shit, how you loved the feeling. “I can’t lose you too, Waka, I…”

“I’m not asking,” He deadpanned. You felt your heart plummet.

“You’ve gone cold on me,” You whimpered. You didn’t care if you sounded desperate. You knew your blood burned for him. “Waka, that’s not fair… please.”

“I need to protect you,” Waka’s eyes were filled with bittersweet longing – like this was breaking him, like he wanted to reach out and caress you but he knew he couldn’t… just as much as you did. “I have to do this. ‘S for your own good.”

Your mind raced to make sense of the cryptic words that had spilled from his pretty lips. “‘Kasa,” you breathed.

When he spoke again, his mask cracked a little more. “You know as much ‘s I do that he’s gonna go on a manhunt. I dun’no what I’d do if somethin’ happened to you ‘cause of me, doll, I…” His voice trembled a bit. He took a moment to regain his composure. “Me leaving would be the best thing for you. For both of us.”

Tears welled up in your eyes. God, this hurt. You knew it would come eventually, but, shit, you hadn’t expected it to hurt so bad. Your voice cracked, “You’re ending things to protect me? Without giving me a choice? What happened to “if Takeomi weren’t in the picture” ?”

Wakasa squeezed his eyes shut. His hands tightened into fists. “We’re done. We can’t do this again.”

“I’m telling you we can’t see each other again. Okay?”

For a moment, Wakasa looked like he wanted to say something, like he wanted to make you stay. Worst of all, you kind of wanted him to.

Eventually, he answered, “You can pretend it never happened, but I’ll know. You’ll know.”

Your heart squeezed painfully at the memory. It’s funny how history repeats itself.

“I can’t lose what we have,” You shook your head. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me, I… I don’t know what I’d do without you. We can make this work, I know we can.”

You continued after a lengthy inhale. “I can’t let this go over fear… no, not unless I know you’re doing it because you don’t want this.”

Deep down, you knew you were fighting a losing battle. Your heart ached for him. You couldn’t let this go. Not after you had given up so much just to be with him, no, not yet. Just a moment longer.

You reached out for him, hand hesitantly searching for his, seeking solace in the midst of the turmoil even though you knew you had already lost.

You needed him. You realized that the moment the thought of a life without him had even crossed your mind. You knew it from the moment the two of you had sworn off intimacy in that shower together. No, you knew it from the first moment your eyes had met his. Wakasa had wedged his way deep into the tissue of your rotten heart.

You were in love with him.

“We can leave it behind. Start fresh,” You pleaded with him, gripping his cold hand. “Don’t you want that?”

He stayed quiet. He wanted it as much as you did, you knew that. He ached for you too. But when you squeezed his hand and it remained limp in your palm – without so much as a squeeze back – you knew it was too late. Like the life drained from the veins of a corpse, Waka had gone cold.

Lowering your head toward his hand, you sobbed. You had never stopped crying, not since he had proposed that the two of you stop seeing each other. Yet, now, it seemed that the tears were streaming down your face rapidly. Like the torrent waters of a river cutting through earth and soil, they poured down.

“I love you, Wakasa, I can’t… I…” You trailed off, at a loss for words at the absence of his own. Who knew this would hurt so badly? “You love me too, don’t you? Tell me that you love me too.”

The car fell silent, once again bringing back the memory of you sitting here in this same spot calling things off with him only a while ago. The weight of your desires hung in the air.

Wakasa’s eyes were full of regret. He shook his head, taking his hand out of your grasp, “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

You felt your heart shatter. You recoiled as if you had been struck by some invisible, unforeseen force. Then, you let Waka’s hand slip from your touch.

Slowly, to your surprise, he pulled you into another hug, wrapping his arms around your trembling form. Your heart thumped wildly against your chest, torn between the comfort of his touch and the impending heartbreak that lingered in the air. He was confusing you.

He muttered. With a gentle squeeze, he held you closer, “‘M sorry. This life ain’t for you, doll.”

Your body stiffened against his, still struggling to process everything that had been dumped on you in the span of two hours. You clung to him like it would be the last embrace the two of you ever shared – no, because it would be the last embrace the two of you ever shared.

“No, please, don’t do this to me,” You pleaded brokenly. “I need you, ‘Kasa.”

“You know I have to do this,” He held you like he shared the sentiment, like he, too, wanted to make the most of what could very well be the last time the two of you saw each other like this. “No happy endings, remember?”

After this, he would be nothing but a stranger. The thought made you want to hurl.

You had never felt so alone before.

Was this love?

Your whole body shook with the force of your sobs. Waka gently brushed your tears away. His voice, dripping with tenderness and sorrow, seeped into your soul. “This is goodbye, okay?”

No, you thought. I won’t accept this.

You pulled away from him. “You’re a fucking coward,” you whispered between sobs. “I hate you.”

Waka's eyes met yours, his gaze soft and understanding, yet it only fueled the flames of your anger. How could he claim to comprehend the depths of your pain, the intricacies of your shattered heart? His tenderness felt like a cruel mockery at that moment, intensifying your resentment towards him.

“I know,” He nodded, as if accepting your accusation, though his expression revealed a profound sadness. It was as if he had heard those words before, and carried the weight of similar accusations. But his quiet acceptance only stoked the fire of your fury, fueling the bitterness that threatened to consume you.

Yet, despite your anger, there was a part of you that couldn't help but notice the sincerity in his gaze, the flicker of pain that danced in his eyes. It was a contradiction that confused and infuriated you even further. How could he evoke such conflicting emotions within you? How could he still have the power to touch your heart, even in the midst of your rage?

Feeling a surge of defiance amidst the sea of anguish, you pulled away from him, the anger within you bubbling to the surface. With a sudden burst of energy, fueled by your fractured heart, you swung open the car door and stumbled out onto the pavement.

"I wish I never fucking met you," you seethed, the words torn from the depths of your wounded soul. You wish you meant it.

Then you slammed the door shut.

The words hung in the air, charged with the intensity of your pain. Each syllable reverberated through the silence, cutting through the stillness of the night. And as the echoes faded into the darkness, you turned on your heel and stormed off, leaving Waka behind

With each step you took, the anger within you burned brighter, fueling your determination to distance yourself from the source of your heartache.

A call of your name shook you out of your angered reverie. You knew you shouldn’t stop, that you should have kept marching right on. Yet, you couldn’t help but turn to look back at him one more time.

He made you feel so weak.

He had rolled the window down. In his hand, he had your pink slipper. It was then that you realized you were missing a shoe.

“You left this,” He noted, waving it toward you.

You refused to give him that satisfaction. Shaking your head at him through teary eyes, you spat, “Keep it, asshole.”

You turned your back on him again – for the last time – and stormed off. Every stride carried you further away from the wreckage of a love that had once blossomed but now lay in ruins. The words you had spoken, filled with bitterness and regret, echoed in your mind, a desperate attempt to sever the ties that still bound you to Wakasa

Yet, deep down, beneath the layers of anger and pain, a part of you yearned for the impossible—to undo the meeting that had led to this heartache. It was a futile wish, born out of the shattered remnants of a love that had once promised happiness.

Don’t look back, you thought.

And you didn’t. Not even as you fumbled for the keys in your pocket and unlocked the door to your house. Not even when you slammed the door shut behind you. Not even when you collapsed against the door, letting a gut-wrenching sob out the moment you found yourself in the safety of your own home.

And even when you sank to the floor in tears, fighting the urge to throw that door open again and run into his arms, you found yourself repeating the phrase like a mantra.

Don’t look back.

heyyyyy 😓😓 how yall doin.... no but fr how are we feeling after this one? could this be the end of waka??? (it isn't.) im not too confident abt this chapter even tho I put my whole pussy into it... I promise the next one will be infinitely better TRUUUSSSSST!!! to make up for the way I chewed your hearts up and spat them out this chapter (sorry lol) I will say!! stay tuned for the next episode of party monster featuring cameos from sano shinichiro, daddy benkei, and another character who I can't tell u abt yet!! (also who knows we may or may not get a chapter from wakas pov.... who knows.... u aint hear it from me) yk the drill tho, drop ur thoughts predictions and requests in the comments, I love listening to yall ;)) see u next chapter!! <33

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