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fuwushiguro · 2 years

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Turning Diamonds Into Snow

Tetta Kisaki x f!reader Genre: Smut Notes: I know a lot of people hate Kisaki (me included lmao) and he isn't very popular but I hope some of you guys enjoy this Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, smoking, age gap, adultery, model!reader, sir!kink, cocaine use, substance abuse, stockholm syndrome, coercion, degradation, restraints, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, daddy kink, dumbification, slapping, breeding, creampie. Words: 3k

3am.

It’s 3am and you’re alone in a random diner, little hands clutching onto a steaming cup of coffee. You’re dying for it to cool. Not so much that it tastes disgusting, but enough that you can drink it and stop the tremors wracking through your body. People are staring, though it’s nothing new. You suspect they are likely glances of pity.

Because, truly, you look pathetic.

There are a group of boys from another booth looking over at you. Not boys, actually… men. They’re all in suits. They’ve been asking the waitress for coffee refills since you got here two hours ago.

One man is staring more intently than the others. He’s wearing round glasses. His hair combed over to one side, black and blonde streaking through unevenly. You can’t help but notice the tattoo on his hand.

Sin.

You think he might notice you staring when he puts his coffee cup down. Quickly you look away, but soon enough he’s picking it up again. This time with the other hand.

Punishment.

A bolt of fear strikes through you as you realise this group of men may not be ones you should be stuck in a diner with at this ungodly hour.

“I recognise her.” Hanma states, earning a scoff from the group he’s with.

“No shit. You’ve been staring at her since she walked in.” Kisaki explains, shaking his head and fishing around for a cigarette in the pocket of his expensive looking coat. The waitress approaches with the intention of forbidding him from smoking inside. However a deathly glare from the three men in front of her soon deters her. “Who is she?”

“Dunno. I just feel like I’ve seen her somewhere.” Hanma adds, lighting a flame for Kisaki to ignite his cigarette with.

“Probably a hooker,” Mikey chimes in, too busy focusing on his phone to be fully engaged with the conversation. Hanma rolls his eyes and returns to focus on figuring out who you are.

“That sounds right. World class hooker, hah?” Kisaki joins in with the teasing.

World class.

The words unlock something in Shuuji’s mind. World class…

“Oh fuck. She’s famous, boys.” Hanma states. It’s enough to fully steal Mikey’s attention as he raises a sceptical brow and looks in your direction. Kisaki can’t help but do the same, all three of them staring at you as they wonder if there is any truth to what he’s saying. “Give me your phone, I’ll show you.” Hanma asks.

“Huh? Use your own.”

“It’s dead. Hand it over.”

Kisaki sighs and hands his phone over to his friend. Soon enough he’s on the Instagram app and typing in your username. He places the phone down flat on the table to let mikey and Kisaki look through your profile.

“Cute.” Mikey speaks, weakly.

“She’s a model? Very cute.” Kisaki adds.

“See, look, magazine covers and runway stuff too. Not just an Instagram model, she’s a real one.” he tells them, almost as if he’s defending your honour and life choices.

Kisaki stubs out his cigarette on the table, shuffling out of the booth and standing to his feet. He folds his coat over himself. “Thanks for the tip.” he winks as he walks towards you. Hanma groans, furious he didn’t act first when he had the upper hand.

You stiffen when you notice this terrifying man is actually walking towards you. He smiles, you think he might be trying to ease your nerves. But his smile isn’t sincere, that much is clear. You feel even more scared, if anything.

“Need a refill, sweetheart?” he asks you.

“U-Um…” you can’t answer before he’s signalling the waitress to come over. “Thank you, sir.” you smile, hoping it doesn’t look too forced.

Sir, huh? Oh… he loves the sound of that.

“What are you doing out so late? Been partying… or fall out with your boyfriend?” he wonders, attempting to figure out your situation. He wants to know why you’re alone. If anyone will be asking where you went or if anyone will actually care if you don’t go home tonight.

“Y-Yeah… uh, my… boyfriend.” you stutter, flailing over your own words as you try and get them out as quickly as possible. Kisaki waits for the waitress to top up your coffee, tipping her and winking his thanks as he watches her walk away. He’d rather not have any prying ears, if possible.

“You’re not a very good liar.”

“What?”

“There’s no boyfriend, is there?” he tells you. He takes note of how uncomfortable you look and snickers, trusting it will be enough to lower your high guard. “Don’t worry, I know we look shady but I promise we aren’t.”

“I didn’t say that…” you object, feebly. It’s clear you’ve made a judgement about him before even speaking to him. And if he’s being honest, you’ve likely read him like a book.

But he’s not going to tell you that.

“We’re just off a late flight from a business trip. Trying to get some down time before we go home to our families.” he explains.

That should settle your nerves. Hearing that he’s a businessman with a family. Family will most likely translate to a wife and a few kids in your mind. And you’re not wrong about that. You can see the wedding ring on his finger. He’s even willing to show you his brood of brats if you feel the need to question him about it.

“Where was the trip?” you ask him, curiously. Travel is a weakness of yours. It’s something you’ve always planned to do and would still love to do, if circumstances were different.

“Germany.” he answers, plainly. “See how easy it is to answer questions? Don’t be shy… tell me why you’re here.” he insists. You look around, wondering if it’s the right thing to do. But, really, what’s the harm? It’s not like he can use it against you.

“I had a fight with my family… so… I just wanted some space.”

“Families are tough, babe, I understand.” he nods in agreement. He’s a master manipulator, unbeknownst to you. Offering faux sympathy and mimicking your body language to set your mind at ease. And, Christ, wouldn’t you know it? It’s working. “What was the fight about?”

“I— I’d rather not say…” you tell him. Ah. This should be good.

“C’mon.” he encourages you. He leans over the table, hoping you’ll do the same. “It can’t be that bad.” he whispers.

“W-Well…” you start, quietly, doing as he wished and leaning your face closer to his. “I like to party… but they don’t like the way I party.” you tell him in hushed tones.

“Ahhh, drugs, right?”

“Mhmmn, I like coke.” you smile, almost shyly. Would you look at that. A bona fide cokewhore. “S’not a big deal… y’know? They just don’t get it. They like to overreact, my parents are dumb strict.” you tell him.

“How old are you? You could get your own place.” he suggests, but you shake your head in response.”

“I’m twenty-five. And, yeah, I make a bunch of my own money so I should be able to move out, right? Nope… my psycho fucking parents have control of my bank account.” you explain. This is the most you’ve talked to anyone about this, and he’s a complete stranger. You have no idea why you’re telling him all of this. But it’s simple, really. You’re under his spell.

“I mean… c’mon, kiddo. Probably ‘cause of the coke habit.” he laughs. You sigh in response. “Don’t be like that, baby. I get it.”

“What do you know about it? You’re old enough to be my dad, your partying days are long over.” you respond, rudely.

“Ouch, princess has a bite, hah?” he laughs. He reaches into his coat pocket, his eyes fixated on yours. “I suppose you won’t be interested in this, then.” he grins, showing off a small bag of coke to you as discretely as he can.

“Hah, no way. What does your family think about that?”

“My family can have an opinion when they pay the bills.” he laughs, almost like he’s joking despite being deathly serious. “Interested?” he wonders. You bite your lip, fighting the urge to take his hand off at the generous honour.

“What’s the catch?” you query. With guys like this; offers like this, there’s always a catch.

“Come home with me.”

“Hah. That’s low. What about your wife?” you ask, genuinely curious how he plans to explain this away.

“Baby, I’ve got all the coke either of us could want and I’m taking business trips all over the world just for the fun of it. You think I don’t own more than one home?”

All the coke you could ever want.

It’s an enticing offer. And the more he dangles the bag in front of your face, you know you’re too weak willed to decline. It might be the worst decision you’ll ever make. But… you just can’t say no to the siren call of white powder.

And then, you’re nodding.

He smiles. An entirely evil toothy smile. But you’re already grabbing your jacket and your bag before standing up. He holds out his arm to you, offering you to link with him. He escorts you out. But not before winking at his friends with pride.

“Do you love me?”

It’s a question he’s asked every single day since you met so many months ago. He didn’t need a real answer.

Not at first.

You’d respond with a giggle. Or a boisterous laugh. Sometimes you’d answer his question with a kiss which always created a pathway into you fucking each other until the sun would rise.

Truthfully, you don’t think you’ve ever been so happy.

It’s unconventional, sure, but still you find yourself smiling every day without fail. It’s easy being with Kisaki. It’s easy being his little secret. No one knows where you are, except him. He doesn’t like it when you leave the house. He doesn’t like it when he doesn’t know where you are.

You can’t leave.

You can’t leave him.

He takes you out sometimes. He’ll blindfold you and make you lie down in the backseat of the car so no one can see you and you have no sense of direction. He always takes you to sweet yet secluded places.

The beach.

The mountains.

Eerily beautiful places that you know could be your last destination on earth. Places where he could push you to your demise or drown you so that your body gets lost at sea.

No one would know, just him.

But so far, it hasn’t come to that. He’s good to you, he is. Kisaki knows how much you love coke, so he gets it for you. He keeps you coked up to the eyeballs and sometimes you feel like a whore.

Maybe because that’s exactly what you are.

You fuck him as thanks for your coke.

You’re a coke whore.

“I love you.” you whisper, feebly, with an award winning smile after snorting a line. He grabs your face in one hand, puckering your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. Kisaki looks so serious, always. His eyebrows and constantly at a scowl and you think he has to force himself to rectify that about himself.

But he doesn’t while he looks at you.

At your lips.

He looks between your eyes and your plump, inviting lips until he can’t resist you anymore. He tilts his head and his lips meet with yours.

“I love you when you’re high.” he smiles, muttering words between kisses.

And you laugh, kissing him back so sweetly.

“I love you when I’m high.”

And just like that, you’re weightless. He picks you up by your thighs, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He drops you down roughly onto the dining table. His body weight on top of your is intoxicating. The way he kisses and alternates to nibbling your lower lip while he tries to undress all at once is dizzying.

You watch him as he throws his shirt across the room and he starts to work at his belt.

“Arms up.” he instructs, and you obey. You hold your arms above your head together, knowing full well what he’s about to do. “Such a good little whore, aren’t you? Do anything for me and your habit.” he laughs.

You giggle at him, he likes it when you entertain how mean he can be to you. You’ll accept anything he wants to do to you, because if you don’t you know he can cut you off.

So of course you don’t mind that he wants to bind you with his belt, your wrists restricted and trapped by the leg of the dining table.

You watch him carefully as he circles back around you, climbing on top of you and studying your body beneath him. He grabs two fistfuls of your little vest and rips it apart with ease. Your breasts exposed to the chill in the air and bouncing freely. He cups one, fondling the nipple and almost salivating at your bare flesh.

It seems he wants to suck them, but for whatever reason he’s holding himself back.

“Tell me how bad you want me.” he demands.

“Mmpf, Tetta I’m— ‘m so wet. Please, I need you. M-My panties are—”

“What?” he smirks, “Your panties are what?”

You look away, feeling shy. A rush of heat flocks to your face and you can’t help but squirm under his stare. He hooks his fingers into your shorts and yanks them down in one fell swoop. He can’t stop smiling at the way your legs are wriggling and writhing against the table.

It’s him.

What he does to you is unspeakable.

You can’t decide if you want your legs open or closed. So he just watches in fascination as you try to decide. Though eventually it grows tiresome for him. When your legs are open, he keeps them open. Slapping your inner thighs near your pussy and strictly instructing that you keep them open. He runs a line over the fabric between your pussy lips from your sopping hole up to your clit.

“Oh you little slut. You are fuckin’ soaked.” he speaks, his eyes filled with lustrous malice. He puts his head between your thighs after moving your panties into the crease of your thigh. He repeats what he had done with his finger but with his tongue, and you can’t help but shudder and moan, clamping your thighs around his head. “Oh, no, babe. Your treat was the coke. This pussy is for me. You’re gonna give me a treat now.” he reminds you.

He frees his thick cock and lines it up with your dripping slot. Fresh tears roll down your eyes as he slowly plunges inside of you. It’s good…

It’s good.

It’s so fucking good.

“Dirty coke whore aren’t ya?” he laughs, thrusting in and out of you at a hurried pace. “Say thank you, right fuckin’ now, say ‘thank you, daddy.’”

“Mmpf, thank you! T-Thank you, daddy!” you wail, biting your lip over and over between moans as he ploughs inside of you. Your head is moved quickly to the side. It takes you a moment to register what happened until you feel the familiar sting of his striking palm.

“Stupid cock drunk girl,” he grins, “What are you even thankin’ me for? Do you know, baby? Use that cute li’l head of yours to think about it.”

“I— I— f-for letting me stay here… w-with you!” you tell him. He smiles, raising his eyebrows as if he’s looking for more. “Thank you for the coke, daddy! I love you! I l-love you s’much!” you sob, almost screaming through how perfectly he’s ruining your precious cunt.

“What else? C’mon, gorgeous, you’re happy right now because of daddy, yeah? So say thank you.” he commands. His cock throbs aggressively and the sight of the little gulp you just took slithering down your tiny throat.

“Thank you for fucking me! I love your cock, daddy, I do! T-Thank you for giving it to me!” you explain.

He grunts at that, picking up the pace of his thrusts as he humps into you, moving you further and further up the dining table. You can see a prominent vein bulging in his forehead as he fucks you with a vengeance.

“So tight, so fuckin’ tight baby.” he tells you. “Cumming soon, yeah? Can feel how close you are.”

“Can I, daddy? Can I p-please cum f-for you?” you groan, desperately.

“Yes, baby,” he nods, “Cum on daddy’s cock.”

You only wish you could cling onto him while you unfurl around him. You wish that you could rake your fingers down his back and break the skin. It’s a desperate need as you keep cumming and cumming for him. There’s no way to steel yourself. You have nothing to grab onto to ground yourself and keep you on earth with him. You are in ecstasy, moaning and clamping around him as you get through your high.

And once you finally finish, he can’t help but watch you in awe. The way the aftershocks wrack through your body and you’re spasming on his cock. He pounds you with every single bit of body weight he has behind it, flooding your walls with his white and creamy cum.

He kisses between your breasts and sucks on your tits while he spurts load after load of himself into you, not wanting to waste a drop of his essence. It belongs inside of you.

He belongs inside of you.

When he eventually pulls out, his cum can’t help but throb out of you. With each pulse of your aching pussy, his sperm is forced out. He fingers it back inside, lovingly, rubbing his thumb over your clit at the same time.

“Mine.” he tells you, eyes focused on yours.

“Y-Yes, daddy.”

“I cum in this whenever I want, so it’s mine. And you are mine.”

“Yours, daddy, always.”

“Do you love me?” he queries.

“I love you.”

“Do you want to leave me?”

“No, daddy, I’ll never leave you.”

He smirks at that.

You say it like you have a choice.

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the-witch-of-one-piece · 1 year

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Ch 2: Refusing to Accept Tetta: Kisaki x Fem Reader +18 WC: 2750+ Chapter 1 chapter3

TW: Vaginal penetration, creampie, orgasm, masturbation, making out, unprotected sex, arguing, and Angst A/N: Kisaki is unable to accept what he feels for you, are soulmates bound to be together or teach us life lessons. Will you abound to him or just a lesson in his life? I hope you all enjoy! (unedited and also featuring Hanma!)

It felt like after the first encounter instead of him coming twice a week it was mostly every day. He requested you to be available at a certain time and you accepted each time. You both would do his readings at times then it would lead to sex, or he would walk to the back causing you to close up the shop. Entering the back room he controlled you and you couldn’t help but enjoy every moment of it. It was nothing official, it seems he treated it like a friends-with-benefits type of thing. You wanted more but each time you brought the questions to your cards when it wasn’t the right time.

Just like right now looking at the cards “Of course I knew this answer was coming…” you sighed. Grabbing the cards, you did ask the question hoping it wasn’t a one-sided interest, he did have some feelings for you but he seemed not to be ready for commitment. Looking at the time he was going to arrive soon. Grabbing the items on the table you began placing them back on the shelves. You got glance of yourself in the mirror and noticed the two purple marks on your neck from the night previously.

The more he was around the more you felt like you had to accommodate just for him and you had never done this for anyone before. You waited for hours and he didn’t appear. You texted him twice with no response. He may have been busy… You were getting tired so you decided to lock up the shop and head home for the night. Flicking all the lights off you grabbed your bag.

Kisaki was in his office and he looked at the final text you sent him.

You: I’m closing up the shop, night.

He put his phone down before picking up his drink, swirling his glass of bourbon. “Not going to see your ‘little friend’ tonight.” he heard the voice of Hanma entering the room. Rolling his eyes “Stop calling her that…”

“Maybe you should go see her, you're a bit nicer when you get laid.” He smirked adjusting his glasses. “Or maybe you are getting attached to her and just don’t want to admit it.” He could read him like a book if there was something like Kisaki, it was like an addiction he couldn’t shake after just one hit. Kisaki hated that Hanma caught onto it. Even some of the others may have known about his nightly fuck sessions. But they couldn’t complain when he was getting laid he was a bit nicer Ignoring the line of questions “Did you already finish the job?” “Of course, it wasn’t that much of a challenge to make something look like an accident, no-brainer.” Hanma responded. “Question for you.”

“What is it?” He looked over at the tall slender man.

“Did you even ask her the question you wanted to ask her in the first place? Or you don’t want to ruin the little fun you are having with her?” Hanma asked.

Finishing the rest of his drink he got up from his seat “I’m going out for a bit.”

Hanma saw Kisaki exit the office checking the time “That means see you in the morning.”

Kisaki exited the building and got into the car. He had your information about where you live. He found out everything about you, the shop you ran was only open a few months before he started going. Looking at the time it was 11:27pm. Contemplating for a moment he decided to show up to your home. He had to come to terms soon if he should ask the question or if he was planning on sleeping with you just a bit longer.

When you got home you went straight to bed. Your body was exhausted and maybe just a bit disappointed you didn’t see him. Your body was in slumber before you heard the banging on your front door. You heavily popped open as your eyes adjusted in the dark room looking at the time it was 12:12am. “Who the hell is banging at my door?” you got up putting a robe on. You began to walk through the dark hallways flicking the switch on. As you made your way to the door “Do you know what time it is?” you said annoyed as you approached the door.

“Open the door _____.” The familiar voice spoke on the other side of the door.

Unlocking the door “What are you doing here? How did you…. Nevermind that stupid question.” you opened the door more letting him in, it was more obvious he looked up your information. “I assumed you were busy, that's why you didn’t respond or you decided to never come back.” crossing your arms you spoke in a teasing tone. “I got caught up that's all…” He looked around your apartment and noticed how simple it was. He saw some of the same things from the shop in your home. But notice the plants in your apartment and how well they seemed to be doing. A few photos of you and your family are displayed on the side table.

“I see…�� you scratched the back of your head. “You didn’t have to come here this late, I could have seen you later on.” “I didn’t want to wait till later on.” He closed the gap between you and him as his hand rested on your hip. “It’s very hard to not go a day without touching you.” Kisaki spoke as he knew what you wanted to hear from him and it made you cave in.

It didn’t take you long to end up on your bed with both of your legs resting on his shoulders. Your hands gripping onto his biceps, the motion of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping cunt hitting your g spot every single time “Kisaki~~ you gonna make me cum again~~~” you whimpered with your glossy-eyed expression. He didn’t care how many times you came as long as he was still hard he was still going to fuck you. Kisaki felt your hands tensing up on your biceps -

“You must have been really needy for me to cum this much tonight.” grunting as he continuously pumped his cock into your warm slick walls. The cockiness tone he spoke was only feeding his ego more. Bringing himself up, removing your legs from his shoulders. From his view, he saw your body, the way your breast bounced each time his cock went inside of you. His hand stimulated your clit as he still thrust into you. The way your body squirms with the overstimulation of your pussy.

“Fu-fuck~~ Kisaki cum inside me please.” you looked up at him. The two things he hasn’t done since you two have been fucking, one was kissing or and the other cumming inside of you. He knew the risk of him cumming inside of you. The possibilities of what could happen 9 months after just coming one time inside your tight cunt. It was dangerous enough at times it was hard for him to pull out. A condom was used when he remembered to put it on. “Can’t do that pretty girl you know the rules~~” watching his dick go in and out of you, “too risky.” he let a husk breath out. The mumbling of curse words you could barely make out came from his lips.

“Break the rules this one time for your pretty girl.” Your voice whimpered softly, giving him a pleading look. ‘My pretty girl… My pretty girl.’ he thought to himself. He liked the sound of it too much. He leaned in closer fixated on the term, his lips hovering over yours “My pretty girl my pretty girl.” he whispered. The increased friction as he was still thrusting at you was getting to him as well. At this point, he was gonna break his own rules for this one moment of pleasure. His lip shoved against yours. You could feel the desperation on his lip as he felt like he was holding back on kissing you for so long and now he did it he didn’t want to stop. His tongue slid into your mouth as he began to dominate yours. His body melted into yours, with every thrust. It seemed to sync when you felt the high coming. The final thrust you didn’t feel him pull out he pressed his pelvis deep into your cunt milking his cock and hearing the low moans as his lips were against yours still. When his lips were removed from yours he was trying to compose his breathing. He was looking down at you, his thoughts were becoming more clear now coming down from his high. He now was feeling a bit of regret for what he did. He got so wrapped up in the moment he couldn’t even bring himself to ask his question to you. Removing his cock from your filled cunt as it began to leak out. “We cannot have that happen again ______” Kisaki sat on the edge rubbing his face before reaching for his glasses on the counter, he began to get dressed quickly... Grabbing your robe looking at the time 3:17am. “Kiskai it's already late, just stay the rest of the night.” you offered him as you tried to reach for his hand

“I can’t do that, I will see ya later.” He grabbed his jacket and made his way to the front door as you were behind him. “Get some rest _____.”

Since that day you haven't heard from Kisaki at all in 3 days. You didn’t want answers from your cards, you didn’t even ask them. Maybe you were scared of what you would see. It was hard fighting the temptation. You were so into the moment you blamed yourself for the words you spoke to him. It was eating at you and you didn’t take his rule into consideration at that moment... 9:50pm it was a slow day not wasting any more time, you were going to head home. You began to clean up your workstation when a knock on the glass door caught your attention. Coming from the back you saw Kisaki was at the door. Opening the door for him he didn’t speak a word. “Kisaki?” You spoke his name. “I just want to say is-“

“I need a reading” he cut you off he took a seat.

You raised your brow and he seemed to ignore anything you were saying. You took a seat cleansing your cards once more, something was off with his aura. “ What is your question?” You began to shuffle your deck.

“Hinata Tachibana will accept my love when I confess to her?” He spoke in a cold tone.

You froze for a moment hearing the question “What?” You looked up at him. ‘Who is this woman he is talking about? Accept his love?’ You felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. Your heart was racing rapidly already.

“ You heard it correctly ______” Kisaki's eyes looked at you. “Can you make this quick? I need to go take care of things.” He reached into his breast pocket and placed a stack of bills on the table.

Placing the cards down for a moment. “Who is this woman?”

“Someone I loved over the years.” He spoke coldly toward you.

You closed your eyes for a moment to compose yourself. Grabbing the deck once more you proceed to shuffle. One after another the three of swords, the moon and the 5 of cups… you ran your fingers through your hair.

“Kisaki…. She won’t…” you quietly spoke.

“Come again?” As he couldn’t understand the mumbles coming from you but saw the 3 cards in front of you.

“She won’t accept your love.” You spoke more clearly to him.

“Ask the question again.” He spoke a bit more demandingly. This wasn’t something he wanted to hear at all. With everything he has done over the years and to hear an answer like that he wouldn’t accept it. “Now ask the question.”

You were a bit taken back by his tone towards you. “It's going to have the same outcome no matter how you ask it, Kisaki. She does not see you like that.” you calmly spoke looking at the card you picked the following card the tower. You looked at the cards, your elbows resting on the table, your fingers rubbing your bottom lip. “If you do this something bad is going to happen…”

“Is that so?” responded in a condescending tone. “Something doesn’t seem right…”

Cocking your brow. “This is what they are showing me. Kisaki, she was not meant to be in your life as a lover, she is already bound to someone else…” a bit sterned in your tone. The more he thought about it, the more he became pissed. He felt like you were not speaking the truth to him. “I call bullshit on this reading clearly you're not in the right state of mind to perform it.”

“Seriously? When have I ever lied to you or given you false information about anything when you met me?” you started to get upset about how he was speaking to you. “It was never an issue until now.” Seeing the hurt in your eyes “Don’t tell me you're becoming attached now?” you didn’t respond to the question, still trying to keep it together. You began putting the cards back into the deck before you got up and walked to the back room putting them away. “Your silence says it all,” he said

Walking back to the front you were 3 feet away in front of him “There was a reason you were brought here in the first place, important encounters are planned by souls before the bodies see each other. Can you look me in the eyes and say you never felt anything for me? I know you can't deny it Kisaki .” you grabbed the money and shoved it at him. “I don’t need this.”

“So you're trying to say we were meant to be together? All this spiritual crap has gone to your head _____. Wake up to reality if you want something you have to go and get it. Each reading you did was luck...” His words stabbed you in the chest.

“You need to leave and not come back, get out....GET OUT!” You shouted. He didn't utter a word as he saw the broken look on your face. He left in a matter of moments and it was just your in the store. You locked the door, turning around so you couldn’t keep it together anymore. Rushing to the back room, the tears fell onto your cheeks, your back hitting the wall as you slid down, your knees curling to your chest.

Soulmates often end up together but there were times they didn't, instead, they were meant to be lessons in our lives. You wish this wasn’t a lesson even with the hurtful words he spoke to you it didn't sound like him… you just know his ego is going to be bruised and he will act irrationally.

You closed the shop for a few days and you couldn’t handle the chaos that is going to unleash. You didn’t want to see it or hear about it. You avoided touching your cards, you just need a break from it all. Blocking numbers or anything associated with Kisaki you just wanted to forget.

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buccini555 · 2 years

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𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

‧₊˚𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒊 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅‧₊˚

↬ He's definitely obsessed with you.

↬ He was very happy that you reciprocated his feelings.

↬ Most days he will visit you at your house.

↬ He gives you a lot of gifts.

↬ On your birthday, he threw a huge party for you.

↬ He uses a photo of you on his phone's lock screen.

↬ He always buys bouquets of flowers for you.

↬ When you go out together, you usually go to private places.

↬ He got you a diamond ring.

↬ He always compliments you, particularly your hair.

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itjazzbicch · 6 months

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Infamy

Pairing: Timeskip!Tetta Kisaki x Hitwoman!Fem Reader

First time writing for Kisaki, so I hope I did well!

Summary: Being so good and infamous at her work as a hitwoman, she earns the nickname "The Invisible Man," but she doesn't expect Kisaki to find her, wanting to work together in Toman, and their infamous work leads to their friendship rising again and then some...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Swearing, drinking, drunk sex, mentions of m*rder, guns, oral m receiving, protected sex, almost walked in on, slight degradation, slight choking & hairpulling (reader comes off as a dom in the beginning part)

Word Count: 2.4k

"Alright, jobs done. The money?"

Using a voice changer, I had no patience today, seeing a lower amount than what was offered hitting my secret bank account.

"Want me to sneak up on you too? Where's the rest?" I threatened, smiling as more hit my account, my customer groaning:

"Fine. Happy now?"

"Like a kid in a candy store," I laughed into the voice changer, hanging up the phone, "You know how to contact me if anyone else needs taken care of."

Crushing my burner phone, it was time to get out of there. I headed to my car I had parked down the alleyway but stopped as I heard:

"Y/N!"

Instinctively, I whipped my gun out, pointing directly at the skull of Hanma.

"Oi! Oi! Easy! It's not like that."

"Hanma?" It's been years since I've seen him, and I only pulled my gun because, in our dark world, I earned the nickname the Invisible Man. No one knew who I was, and I had dirty gloves, but I always kept my hands clean, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Just came to talk, old friend," He smiled; years and years ago, we were friends, but I decided to drop out of the gang and go down my own path. I was still anxious, finger on the safety as I asked:

"How did you find me?"

"You know that we have our ways," Stepping out of the darkness, it was Kisaki, flashing a smile at me, "Just came to talk, is all."

"Yeah, the boss here would like to chat," Hanma smiled beside him; I didn't sense any ill intentions, but it was Kisaki after all:

"You and me? Just a talk?"

Glaring at Kisaki, he nodded and rolled his eyes, "You and me, and you can put the gun down."

"Alright," I breathed in deep, stepping back towards my car and demanding as I stared at Hanma, "Alone. Get in the car."

Hanma went to step up, but Kisaki sighed, shaking his head, but agreed:

"Fine."

I then decided to put my gun away, jump in my car with Kisaki, and head to a red-light district where I could hang out without any worries.

"You should be fine here," I assured him as I parked, hopping out and leading him to an empty bar, "I own this place, and Hanma can pick you up here."

"Convenient," He hummed, following inside as I turned on the lights. Pointing at a table for him to sit, I went and grabbed myself a drink before I joined him, getting straight to the point:

"So, what do you want to talk about?"

"I'm sure you know that I run Toman now-"

"I work solo, Kisaki. I'm sure you know that." I threw back, a serious stare beaming at him while I sipped my drink.

"Look," Getting serious too, he leaned forward, staring past his glasses into my eyes, "I need some things settled, and who better than an 'invisible man' to do that."

I only stared and debated, slowly being convinced as he added:

"The only thing you have to do is what you always do. Stay invisible. No one in Toman will even know that you exist."

"Even so," I hummed and noted, "I'm not cheap."

"Like money's an issue," He chuckled, proposing his offer one last time with more persuasion, "You and I together will be unstoppable, just like the old days. I'll give you the details. You do your thing, and we both profit from it. It's a win-win situation."

"You're lucky I'm no saint, Kisaki," I mumbled, finishing the last bit of my drink, "Send me the details then."

Pulling up the briefcase that he brought up with him, he opened it, first handing me a folder, then showing that the briefcase was loaded with stacks of hundreds:

"That enough for starters?"

"For starters," I giggled devilishly, checking one of the bills to make sure it wasn't fake, then scanning over what details were in the folder, smiling more and more, "Oh, this will be easy money."

"I'm sure you know what to do," He stood, looking at a phone before taking the briefcase and heading to the door:

"No duh," I watched, smiling at the briefcase and winking, "Won't be long before I come and pick that up."

He smirked back at me, shaking his head and chuckling, waving as he walked out, "You'll know how to find me."

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Not even two days later, I finished that job and got that money, getting a lot more as time passed. As expected, he was dealing with some police issues and maybe a rat. It made some dominos fall, and I started to make those causes disappear like a ghost in the night.

I hated meeting in person when it wasn't on my terms, but considering our partnership, I had to do things on Kisaki's terms if needed.

He had a meeting with all his upper echelon, and I snuck my way to the hall, standing in the darkness next to his door. Not long after, he started making his way down, knowing I was there, and even though he couldn't see, my eyes filled with annoyance when I noticed someone behind him.

"Pah," He groaned, rolling his eyes and facing him, "The meeting's over."

"I still-"

"Know your place and beat it," I growled in my whisper, making them both freeze, staring at my silhouette.

"Who the hell-"

"Someone much more important than you," I growled again, "Now, beat it."

Kisaki was in shock that I spoke, let alone the tone I used, but Pah was so oblivious:

"Got yourself a girl now, huh?" He chuckled, turning away, "Fine. We'll talk later."

"What an idiot," I whispered to myself; Kisaki getting the door and rushing inside, pulling me in with him.

"So much for being invisible, huh?" He glared at me, not happy with my actions.

"Like he'll ever piece the puzzle together," I rolled my eyes, going and sitting at his desk, "Besides, I have one rule."

"One rule?" Cocking his eyebrow, I held up a finger, stating that one rule:

"Anyone who's seen my face when they're not supposed to?"

Making a finger gun, I playfully shot it with a 'pew' sound, shrugging as I sat up:

"He didn't see my face, so he's lucky."

"You're something," He shook at me, sitting with me, and I only continued to toy with him:

"Hey, I got to live up to the 'invisible' nickname. Now, spend some time with your girl?"

The dirty face he made had me rolling, but soon, we sat down and got to business. We even grabbed a glass and chatted for a bit.

It was a nice change from my fast-moving life. The longer we sat, drank, and talked, the more I remembered how good friends we still were. Losing track of time so much that we downed the whole bottle, drunk and giggling at him:

"Be a sweet boy and get your girl another drink, please?"

"Stop saying that," He growled, but did so as I was crying out of laughter in my chair:

"C'mon, it's funny, and you know it!"

"Whatever you say," He sighed, coming back, and as he sat, I leaned against him, messing with him again:

"You can't take a joke?"

He only stared at me, and I was still playful, twirling his tie and cooing:

"Loosen up. I've been taking away your worries; things are back in order. What's there to be so uptight about? Hell, I'm a hitman, woman, whatever, and I'm more chill than you."

"You talk a lot when you're drunk," He noted, putting a scowl on my face and laughing at me for it.

He was one to talk about being drunk, laughing so much, and I couldn't be angry, laughing along and sighing:

"Guess that happens, considering I'm always alone."

"You know," He was thinking, leaning to whisper, "Keep up the good work, and maybe you won't have to be 'invisible' anymore."

"Aww, but where's the fun in that?" I giggled, "It's earned me quite the reputation."

He stared in disappointment till I took that away with a whisper:

"But behind the scenes is a different situation. I'm not invisible right now, am I?"

Looking up and down my dress, I crossed my legs, making his cheeks red with my assumption:

"Don't want me to be invisible so you can show me off?"

Again, he stayed quiet, making him look me in the eye as I pulled him by the tie, standing up and over his lap:

"Gonna answer me?"

Yanking my hips down to sit on his lap, I was impressed by the boldness he finally showed:

"We make a good duo."

"Yeah, we're the only ones with a brain cell," I joked, making us chuckle, but settling back into the sexy mood I created, leaning to whisper in his ear, "Those other guys think they're real gangsters, but you? You're the real deal; sometimes, a gangster needs someone just as bad by their side."

His hands showed that he was fighting temptations by how hard he was starting to squeeze me, swiveling my hips agonizingly slow and making them meet his, kissing his ear:

"And you better believe that I'm bad. Not just in the streets."

"Urgh," He huffed, eyes closed and taking me by the jaw, "I told you; you're talking too much."

"Shut me up the-" I certainly got what I was asking for when he kissed me hard, but I wasn't complaining, kissing back with a smile, unable to stop my hips from rolling and swirling as our lips continued to clash.

I already felt his bulge before we started making out, my tongue slipping in, making it harder, and as I was grinding against it, my hand started going after what I wanted.

"Well, that's one way to shut me up," Taking a breath, my hand stayed at his belt buckle, batting my lashes and edged, "I think I know another if I'm still 'talking too much.'"

"Now you're acting like a slut," He huffed, taking care of his belt while I sank to the floor on my knees, laughing but winking at him:

"And by how hard you, I think you like it."

Slouching back in his chair and holding his cock in his hand, I perked up, placing his hand on my hand and warning:

"You're gonna want to hold onto that."

"Is that rig-"

Before he could finish, my lips kissed the tip of his cock, graciously taking him into my mouth, his words turning into a soft hiss, already huffing as I bobbed my head further and further down, his hand on my head clamping in my hair.

I kept my eyes wide open to watch how lost he was, all the electric from the tension, before smacking him as I had his tip in the back of my throat, sucking hard each time I pulled up.

"Shit, baby-" He barely whispered, moaning softly overtop of it, but I still heard stroking his cock with ruthless speed as I picked myself up and smirked:

"What was that, now?"

"Shh-" Pushing my head back onto his cock, I sucked his tip even hard, still pumping his shaft, wanting to hear what he said again, but watching as he sat up a little, his hand reaching into the drawer of his desk.

Looking in the corner of my eye, I could feel him throbbing slightly, lips breaking free with a pop as he pulled me back by my hair, wiping my chin and realizing he had a condom in his hand. I went to stand, but he did that for me, whipping me around to face the desk and bending me over it.

"Stepping things up a notch?" Knowing what was next, I started to pull down my panties, kicking them off my ankles, gasping softly at him cupping my ass, spreading my legs wide:

"Soaked already?" He teased, tip sitting at my dripping cunt.

"What can I say?" I hummed, darting an eye back at him and smirking, "You turn me on, baby."

"Trust me," He whispered in my ear, tip pushing into me, stretching me some, then smacking his hips into mine, "I know."

"Oh, fuc-" My jaw clenched with my lip trapped by my teeth, pulling back slow just to smack off my ass again, hitting my g spot, and it had my knees shaking already, smiling at how good it felt as I picked my head to breathe, "Fuck, Kisaki."

A slight laugh breathed down to me, his pace quickening, hands pulling me back onto his cock by the hips to meet his thrusts, strategically torturing my g spot, turning me into mush against the desk.

Salacious moans started to echo in the room, smacking the desk as I was trying to keep myself up straight, looking back and panting:

"I'm g'na cum, Kisaki!"

He wasn't focused on me, burying himself in me, hand covering my mouth right as there were knocks on the door.

"Kisaki!"

Got damn, Hanma!

"What is it?" He called out, my hot pants making his hand steam. I wasn't paying attention to what they were saying, taking his hand and squeezing it while throwing myself onto his cock, "Ngh!"

There was an awkward silence from the other side of the door, and I picked my head up to chuckle:

"I can stay quiet. You better too."

Hanma wasn't ruining my fun time, biting my lip again and bouncing my ass off his hips, taking all his cock each time, getting close to my orgasm again as I created pounds in my stomach. Watching him the entire time as his jaw fell, trying to keep his huffs and groans silent, his eyes fixed on how his cock disappeared into me so quickly, ass jiggling against him.

"Just give me a couple minutes!" He spat before taking my throat, the other hand covering my mouth again, growling in my ear, "Damn slut."

Pulling me up a little, all I could was helplessly hold onto the edges of the desk, screaming muffled in his hand, completely stuffed and being drilled, body nearly giving out on me when my orgasm hit, only feeling how tightly I was squeezing his cock before gushing, head swirling and vision going white.

No noise came out of me, gasping as he let go of my throat, letting me fall to the desk and leaving me hollow as he pulled back, having to fight the intense shake in my legs.

"Gonna have to make sure you start being a good girl," He warned, spanking me; I could barely laugh but smiled, breathing in deeply:

"Good luck with that."

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lazypotaters · 2 years

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I was listening to Corso by Tyler the Creator and drew this bastard

#digital art #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev #artist #artists on tumblr #fanart #my art #tokrev fanart #kisaki fluff #kisaki tetta #kisaki tetta x reader #tetta kisaki smut #kisaki tetta x you #tokyo rev imagine #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo revengers fluff

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yuichi-ro · 2 years

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Kisaki x fem!Reader

─ @rae-ryuuguji-sano and her “i DoN’t LiKe KiSaKi” agenda 😏 cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, NONCON, voodoo doll/doll affects Kisaki, manipulation, overstim, oral/licking/lots of mouth stuff, rimjob, macro/micro kink themes, mind break, dark content in general, unedited, hastily written lol word count: 2k ─you found an awfully cute doll of Tetta that you can’t keep your hands or mouth off of

“Heh Tetta, look, when I take off the dolls clothing yours comes off too!”

The chipper giggle out of you did not reflect correctly on the things you were doing. To a doll of all things. While his legs trembled and arms heaved as though they were weighted with lead. Tetta looked up through tearful lashes as you continued with your little discovery.

“Please-” His voice had gone from irate brat demanding the toy from your grasp, to that of a man broken and you hadn’t even gotten up from your chair, “Just- Give me the doll already-”

Tipping your head to the side with malicious curiosity written all over your face. He really was in no position to make demands. Not when you pinned the mini Tetta replica doll into your thigh. Grinding it’s soft plush little face into your knee and watching with a gleeful smile as Tetta was forced to the ground. Not on your knee like the doll. No, he was smashed and mushed into the hard marble ground of his apartment.

“God damn it!” Tetta raged, glasses crooked on his dewy face as he couldn’t push off the floor, “I said give me the fucking-”

“What if I-” You pressed both your fingers into the dolls stitched little mouth. Giddy to see the mysertious magic do it’s thing.

Utterly nothing in front of him. Tetta’s mouth was still forced open. Tongue writhing against nothing as his throat bulged ever so slightly. Bright blue eyes widening with drool seeping out around the corners of the invisible object violating his mouth. Making you giggle with you felt nothing but your fingertips against the felt of his mini doll. But Tetta. Oh he was feeling it all.

“Now...lets see about those clothes...” You returned to originally what peaked your interest. As it was done up in the same pin striped suit he was. Slowly and diligently you began shedding layers from the doll’s tiny body. Pinning it of course between your thigh and your hand. Dutifully stripping the toy of it’s outfit. Brimming with joy as you looked out at Tetta sprawled out on the floor at your feet. Each article of clothing you removed from the doll. Being peeled off of his body in the same manner and in the same time.

Finally arriving at just his boxer briefs. Stripped of all his fancy work clothes. You giggled when he was so very clearly turned on. The head of Toman a perv. But nothing like you imagined.

With the naked little doll in your lap you tilted your head and watched intrigued as you did what any sane person would do. Twist the little nipples on the doll of course. Watching with a twinge growing between your legs as Tetta doubled over clutching at his bare chest. Moaning about something but you couldn’t quite catch it. Sure it was about stopping. Which you had no intention to do.

“Doesn’t that feel good Tetta? I can do all these things to you just like you wanted...” You waved the little naked doll in front of him. His grimace replacing the glare previously left on his face. Now he couldn’t form a word to save his life as it seemed like all of him was in your hands. At your mercy of your imagination.

“Please...” He managed. Stuck on his knees on the cool marble floor. Cock tenting in his boxers while the rest of him couldn’t be lifted even if he tried.

“I don’t know love...that seems uncomfortable...maybe if I...” You slipped your finger between the doll’s little thighs. Immediately Tetta doubled over with a whorish moan. Very clearly feeling it as you continued to grind your finger into the crotch of the little toy.

Cock twitching against nothing. He felt all of the pleasure of it. With none of the visual. Just you across from him rubbing your diligent little finger between the doll’s legs. He couldn’t believe it. No way to think with the heat rising through his body. Knot growing in his stomach. His hands clutching at his chests with the remnants of how you twisted the doll’s nipples made his own buzz with such an odd sensation. Paired with the invisible thing between his legs pressing up along the underside of his clothed cock was simply too much.

Cum spilling out into the fabric of his boxers. Staining the rich fabric with a wet spot. You didn’t cease your rubbing even as Tetta doubled over screaming how it was too much. Not until he his sweat was dripping off his brow, drool seeping from his agape mouth and his body convulsed and shuddered did you finally remove your finger from the doll’s legs.

“Look,” You pointed at the new wet spot on the doll’s matching boxers, “You made him dirty now I have to take it off.”

“No no wait-” His pleas falling on deaf ears.

You lifted little Tetta onto your thigh. Standing him up right to peel his boxers off. Tetta being stripped with arms and legs spread before you. Those boxers that he’d just soiled with his cum being pulled down to free his half hard cock and tossed aside. An already vulnerable man now completely naked before you.

Inspecting the little thing. It wasn’t very anatomically correct. In fact there was nothing between it’s legs. Very different from what you’d thought when you were grinding your finger between it’s thighs. Even so if it wasn’t there for you to see. The affects still very much happened.

Lifting the doll up you grin as you open your mouth. His protests weak and you not listening. Making the connection as soon as your tongue swished over where the doll’s private parts should have been. Mouth full of felt sure. But the result so very much different on the real end of things.

Tetta brought to his knees again. Clutching and dragging his fingertips across the flooring. Legs trembling as his cock could be seen between his legs twitching and throbbing with each swipe of your tongue over the doll. Devouring it’s little loins. Making sure your lips were as connected as it could be. Suckling even a little bit as you tongue worked over the bare fabric and you giggled with a mouth full of the little Tetta doll.

“Stop- Stop it’s too much!” Tetta’s voice, raspy and breaking with each passing plea from his spit soaked lips. His own tongue repeatedly swiping over his lips as sweat poured down his temples. Body trembling he didn’t feel himself. Didn’t feel in control. Didn’t feel like he’d make it even another second longer at this rate, “I can’t-”

You didn’t stop though. Or lift the doll off your lips. Sucking at the spit soaked fabric of the toy in your mouth. Washing your tongue over it’s tiny little crotch. You knew each time you giggled he could feel the hum of your lips too. With the sight before you. Most powerful man in Toman on his knees trembling like a mutt. And his first load stinking up the room with his boxers only a few feet away from you. You didn’t intend to stop before you saw what this doll could really do.

Just as you wouldn’t stop. Tetta couldn’t control what his body did. Trying to close his legs or have some control over himself. There was nothing he could do as his cum spilled out onto the hard marble floor. Ropes of watery cum after already climaxing once. This time the pleasure mixing with a twinge of pain. He came too soon after his last one. But there was nothing he could do to stop it. Not with your mouth on that evil little doll. Leaving Tetta to dump his load between his shuddering thighs as his cock bounced and twitched in the thin air around it. Feeling like it was buried deep in your warm mouth. While utterly nothing was around him.

“Aww.” You lifted the toy off your lips just enough to talk, “You came already.”

“Please-” Tetta panted. On his hands and knees naked and sweating. Cum cold on the ground between his thighs.

Simply put you liked this sight too much. And the things the toy was allowing you to do. Well you had more to try.

This time your tongue slipped not just between his little toy legs. No further back. Dipping down against the felt toy’s little butt. And the inhuman gasp that left Tetta as his eyes fluttered open was so very worth it.

Taste of nothing more than fabric on your tongue meant you could go as long as you want. Swishing just the tip of your tongue around the toy’s perky little butt. Pressing into the polyfil of the toy in fact. Grinning with your tongue hanging out your mouth as Tetta utterly fucked out in front of you.

Hair utterly torn from it’s neat and perfect placement. Undone by the sweat beading up all over him now. His chest rising and falling with ragged breathes. You realized with just a tiny toy like this, you could hold it with one hand and play with it with the other. So that’s exactly what you did.

Tongue swirling and stretching his insides from such a simple gesture to the toy. You took to tweaking and pulling at the toy’s nipples again. Full fledged affect felt on Tetta’s side. No longer coherent enough to even speak any words. Just a slough of disgusting pitiful noises falling past his lips. Face down with his ass up in the moment. Watching his hips wiggle this way and that to the rhythm of your tongue. Pushing back even so you pushed harder into the toy. Knowing he was feeling the fulfilling wet warmth of your tongue deep inside him as the toy’s little crotch rubbed against your upper lip and it’s nipples were being rolled between your thumb and forefinger.

Stolen for another orgasm. This one it rightfully felt against his will. As Tetta’s face was pushed into the cold ground. His hips shuddered and his body twisted almost in pain. Swollen purple tip of his cock far past that what looked enjoyable. In fact his entire cock looked abused, puffy and throbbing. Still the smallest shots of watery nasty cum were spit from his slit. Cum oozing down his tip and joining the rest on the ground. In such a smaller amount than before. With the burning pain that resulted in too much all at once. Tetta writhed unable to say anything as he panted with his glasses utterly fucked up on his face now and eyes so heavily lidded you weren’t sure he knew were he was.

Finally drawing the toy away from your mouth. String of spit connecting from it’s felt skin to your tongue. You licked it clean of any excess. Hearing and seeing Tetta gasping and repeatedly shaking his head like that would stop you. But the rub of the fabric against your lips was begining to bore you. So when Tetta regained enough sanity just to look over at you. His body stiffened up when you weren’t setting it aside. Instead he saw you slowly put the toy between your legs. Making him feeling the suffocating sensation around him as you closed your thighs even more.

Nose of the toy pressed to your soaked slit. You bucked your hips up once and giggled, “Well, looks like I’ll ride little Tetta’s face before I get to the big one.”

What sounded like a break. Toman’s mastermind knew better as he watched you shoved the entire face of the doll into your slit. Forcing him to gasp for breath. Tetta wasn’t sure if he was going to survive this but the way his cock twitched feeling the sliminess of your cunt across his entire face all at once. He had no idea where you got this awful devilish object. But he was quickly loosing the will to fight back as his cock twitched between his thighs all over again. The sight of you dragging your cunt over his doll’s face would truly be his undoing. One he’d gladly admit to.

#this is garbage and i wrote it too fast but #anything to ruin my wife's life -w-#tokyorev smut #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #kisaki tetta smut #kisaki tetta x reader #kisaki smut #tetta kisaki smut #tetta kisaki x reader #kisaki tetta #tetta kisaki #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader

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cherrywhipped · 2 years

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cry, sweetheart ꨄ︎

Kisaki Tetta x reader NSFW 🔞 (time skip)

Warnings: degradation, hard impact play, manipulation/lies, mention of Kisaki unal1v1ng u, Hanma is always a shit starter, Kisaki being Kisaki, spanking, rough s3x, oral, power exchange, crying kink, punishment, corruption, gaslighting maybe? filth in general 🥲

A/n: wowwowowow my first smut. I hope you enjoy- sorry it’s Kisaki I cannot get enough of him rn (｡-_-｡) def an experimental write edit: I thought of a better title 🧍‍♀️sowwey

“On your knees, now.” You felt a sharp kick to the back of your legs and instantly collapsed on the floor. Your mind was spinning; you’d have bruises tomorrow.

“Sir, I’m so—” the words became caught in your throat as he cut you off with his rough touch, snatching your jaw from behind and yanking your head towards the ceiling. You whimpered as his rings dug into your skin. You missed his touch so bad.

“What use are your apologies to me? The damage is done, sweetheart.” Kisaki’s voice was low and gravely near your ear. “What did he say to you? For fucks sake, are you that incompetent?” You hadn’t felt fear like this in a while. Silence filled every corner of the room. He wouldn’t kill you, right? Somewhere deep down, you knew he loved you too much, however… you weren’t entirely sure love was a good enough reason for someone like him. Had you known Hanma would’ve caused you to mess up this bad, you would’ve ran the moment you saw that motherfucker. A hard slap to your cheek pulled you back into the present moment. Fuck, it stung. Tears welled up in your eyes, but this was no time to get emotional.

“H-he,” you sniveled, “Hanma told me you gave him permission to play with me,” you sucked in a breath. “That I deserved attention while you were busy and—” your crying made you feel like an idiot. Kisaki, ever the unpredictable, jealous man…why would he ever give someone else permission to lay a finger on you? Why did that slip your mind in the moment? you feel so confused. “It’s no excuse, but I hadn’t seen you in almost a month, Tetta.” Thick tears rolled down your cheeks. It almost made Kisaki sad. “This was the first time I heard something from you, and-, and your word means everything to me,” you were sputtering every other phrase despite your desperate attempts to keep calm. You did nothing wrong, right? All you did was watch movies and cuddle Hanma …and kiss him a little bit but you had permission, right?? Kisaki knew that his work caused him to neglect you, so surely this wasn’t unreasonable. You could’ve sworn you saw him smirk.

“Oh?” God, he loved when you cried for him. “Hanma said so? Those words didn’t come from my mouth, correct?” He stared at you as you shivered, helpless, desperate… he savored every fraction of your ruined state. His fingers worked to loosen his tie and slip it off his neck. “Let this be a lesson: never listen to anyone else. From now on, you only act upon what you hear from me directly. Understood?” His glasses really made the cruel glint in his eyes shine.

You sniffled pitifully and nodded eagerly. “Yessir, I promise, Tetta.” He gazed at your pouty lips and couldn’t wait another second to stuff his tie in your mouth.

“Good girl. Time for your punishment.” He sat on the bed and reached out to you. Taking his hands, you stood up, and for a second, everything was almost back to normal. Almost.

“Bend over.” Your eyes widened and he felt your hands tremble in his. Kisaki’s grin was ferocious, he looked like he was about to devour you. As you began to do as he ordered, a harsh slap was delivered to your knuckles. “Uh-uh, you know better. Strip first.” As embarrassed as you felt, your slick-soaked panties gave away your true desires, face hot and drooling all over the tie in your mouth. Kisaki told you to keep your panties on. He loves when you wear thongs, they’re perfect for spanking and teasing you in. You braced yourself and bent over his lap.

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At this point, you are sure he’s going to break you. It felt like hours of him pounding your ass, taking his time between each smack to toy with your cunt. His hands ghosted over your clothed slit, working your panties to the side, and just when he was on the verge of finger fucking you, he’d pull his hand back to spank you even harder than the last time.

You caved. Time to spit out his tie and sob. “Sir, I—I didn’t fuck Hanma! He-he said ‘ya agreed b-but I said noooo!” You were absolutely losing it. “You are the only one f-for me, Kisaki,” you gasped and cried. This is what he wanted. His abrupt laugh startled you.

“I know, pretty girl.” He said softly. His touches changed in an instant, fingertips gently tracing the dark red welts on your ass. He leaned down and kissed the marks. “I know you didn’t. Also, I did say that Hanma was responsible for fulfilling your needs in my place.” You were so confused.

“Mmm, hh-huh? that means-?” You are too stupid to figure this out right now.

“Yes, baby. You’ve only been good to me. I haven’t had a reason to punish you in a long time, so I made one up.” Kisaki knew it was kind of fucked, but he promised himself he’d make it up to you. He had to get back in your good graces somehow. You just didn’t know yet that he planned to pleasure you over and over after indulging him like this.

“whhyyy?! Daaddyy, that’s so mean,” your broken tone made his sick heart flutter. He smiled genuinely.

“Come here, pet,” you weakly pulled yourself up to face him on the bed. Your makeup was absolutely ruined, eyes red and watery with mascara smeared all over your face. You look so beautiful to him. “Let me make it up to you.”

You were soaking and trembling so much it was painful. He laid you back on the mattress, sore ass pressing into the plush comforter. He kissed you with fervor, tongue teasing your lips and strong hands caressing your face. You melted into him, moaning and sighing into his kisses. “Tettaa,” you whined.

He placed a final kiss on your chest and went straight for your panties, slipping them off and discarding them. His index finger made contact with your bare clit, igniting a fire in your core once again. You knew he enjoyed your pleas, so you begged, “please, Kisaki, I need more, I need you, pleaseeee,” your back arching slightly off the bed.

“Mm, I’ll give you what you need, baby.” He raised a brow, messy hair falling in his face. God, you must’ve put some kind of spell on him. He absolutely would not stop until he had you shaking. He pushed two fingers into your sopping core, lewd noises filling the room. His ring scraped your insides nicely. He lowered his head between your thighs and kitten licked your swollen clit. Your moans were heavenly. Kisaki slipped another finger inside of you, pumping deep and sucking you into his mouth. You wanted to cum, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. It was a bold move, but you reached down and snatched Kisaki by the collar of his shirt. His expression was wild. You had never seen him so turned on.

“Come here, Tetta,” you let out a shaky breath, “please fuck me—hard.” He was so unpredictable. This time, here he was, eager to please you. He unbuttoned his shirt as you teased him through his pants, tracing the outline of his dick with one hand, the other feeling up his abs. You really wanted to taste him, but there was plenty of time for that later. He was almost awkward as he hurried to undress, yet something about watching him was endearing. Nobody understood your love for Kisaki, not even you sometimes.

Tetta flipped you over, bruised ass-up for him, head smushed into a fluffy pillow. He positioned himself at your entrance and grabbed at the sweet spots below your hip bones with both hands. “Ready?” You were surprised he cared enough to ask.

“Mmhmmm,” you breathily replied. The anticipation was too much.

“Breathe in for me.” You weren’t sure why, but you did as he said. The minute your lungs completely filled with air, he pushed all the way into you, hard. He bottomed out in one stroke and you released the most disgusting moan. “Good girl, I’ve got you.” His pace was incredibly good, pulling out almost all the way to slam right back into you. Your hand made its way to your clit for more intense pleasure.

Kisaki’s little sighs and soft moans were such a delight. “Y/n, I want you to cum for me,” he paused, “please, I need it.” Never in your existence have you heard that man say please. Your breathing was erratic as you worked yourself on his cock. The thought of him cumming inside you made you shiver. He pulled you close by the hips and traced his hands up your body to cup your breasts, pinching and playing with your nipples. You could tell he was about to bust by the sound of those rugged breaths. His hard cock pounded deep inside you, tears pricking your eyes. You came undone around him, cumming hard with whimpers and shakes after such a long, emotional night. You were exhausted but Kisaki kept fucking you, breathing heavily and struggling to hide his bitch-ass groans. So hot. He pulled out and shot cum down your spine, spilling all over you and soiling the bed. You hated how sexy he was, how he fucked with your mind, how he wasn’t good enough for you at all, he was so awful…but this is the man you accepted and wanted. Somehow, he always managed to leave you feeling more than satisfied.

He spoke between deep breaths, “H-hey, I’m not finished with you yet, pretty,” you turned around to peek at his fucked-out face. His hair was a wreck, glasses on the edge of his nose, he pushed them up with his hand. Sweat glistened on his lightly toned body, you couldn’t stop yourself from crawling over to lick his neck.

“You made a mess, Tetta.” You teased.

He laughed weakly and beamed. Was he actually happy? You felt like you won or something. He took your chin in his hand and kissed you sweetly. “I wasn’t kidding about not being finished with you.” He kissed down your neck and sucked on your chest, leaving loving hickies on your skin. He smirked, playfully shoving your shoulder and causing you to fall back onto the mattress with a squeal.

#tokyo rev smut #kisaki smut #kisaki tetta #kisaki x y/n #kisaki x reader #kisaki x you #tetta kisaki smut #bruhidfk #plsdontbemadatme #I don’t condone his actions 🥲#kisaki headcanons #kisaki imagines

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invaderzia1 · 2 years

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DJWY for time skip kisaki & akkun? (Love your work btw!- all of these have been so fun to read!)

nsfw alphabet list

d - dirty secret

when you guys get into a heated argument, his immediate thoughts are pushing you back and making out with you. no idea why and he’ll never actually act on it due to the high tensions, but man it gets him going.

j - jack off

maybe twice a week, he uses it to help with his stress. he watches porn obviously, but will always accept nudes from you if you send them.

w - wild card

y - yearning

twice a week, really loves to be close to you.

d - dirty secret

loves when you call him your good boy, or my favorite boy. loves when you are quite possessive over him.

j - jack off

rarely, maybe once every two months if he hasn’t seen you in a while. usually just uses his imagination to get off if he needs to or asks you send him pictures.

w - wild card

one time he agreed to have Hanma join in, he just sat back and watched while drinking some whiskey. it was fun to see you take another man and still call for him to pleasure you.

y - yearning

he’s a very patient man, so he can wait a week or two between sessions.

#tetta kisaki smut #tetta kisaki #tetta kisaki x reader #kisaki x reader #akkun x reader #akkun smut #atsushi sendo x reader #atsushi sendo #tokyo revengers smut #Tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #maddy writes

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arlerts-angel · 20 days

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also kisaki my beloved + m,h,t 🙏

—☀️

m — motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

reciprocation. nothing turns him on more than knowing you want him too 🥺 or, you initiating!

h — hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he is well kempt! i envision he has a happy trail, and keeps his pubic hair trimmed fairly short, and they match his natural dark hair color.

t — toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i think initally, he wouldn't. however, after some time of being with you, he would come around and pick up a vibe or something and have fun with them. they are toys, after all. he would only use them on you, never himself... but maybe one day he'll try out a cock ring for you.

#tokyo revengers smut #tokrev smut #tetta kisaki smut #kisaki smut #kisaki headcanons

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yiniechan · 2 years

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𝙏𝙀𝙏𝙏𝘼 𝙆𝙄𝙎𝘼𝙆𝙄 × 𝙔/𝙉

"𝙇-𝙡𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙪𝙥."

𝘠/𝘕 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘛𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭�� 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺.

"𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣' 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮?"

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘠/𝘕'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥.

"𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙧, 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮."

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘠/𝘕 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵, 𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨'𝘴.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯' 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘪𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰-𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭, 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪.

"𝙐-𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙝𝙝, 𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮..."

𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘳��𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥.

"𝙋-𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥."

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘧 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘠/𝘕 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵.

"𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝--"

𝘠/𝘕 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

"𝙊𝙝𝙝𝙝, 𝙨𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙮. 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣?"

𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘣𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘴.

𝘠/𝘕 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘠/𝘕'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

"𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣? 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙮?"

𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.

"𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙪𝙥, 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙢𝙖. 𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜."

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘠/𝘕.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙝, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨."

𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱. 𝘠/𝘕 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴, 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘠/𝘕'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘮𝘢.

"𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙."

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘮𝘢, 𝘠/𝘕 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

"𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣' 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨, 𝙞'𝙢 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪."

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺.

"𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜'𝙨 𝙞'𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙄 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚, 𝙞 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜'𝙨. 𝙄 𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩'𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚, 𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞'𝙢 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩. 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙔/𝙉. 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚, 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣'."

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animeangel21 · 10 months

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After you give him head or if he stops you while you’re giving him head he’s gonna kiss you. He is going to stick his tongue down your throat, lick the pre cum and drool off your lips and chin.

If he shoots his load in your mouth expect him to have a very sloppy make out session with you after because, he knows he takes care of himself and he wants to make sure it’s just right for ya.

Plus he alwaus says to himself fuck all that masculinity bullshit, he knows he taste good in your mouth

Wakasa,RAN, RINDOU, Hanma, SANZU, Draken, mitsuya, smiley (Nahoya), Mikey, Shinichiro, BAJI, kisaki, matsukawa, iwaizumi, coach ukai

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angelltheninth · 11 months

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Tokyo Rev guys when they catch you masturbating in the bathroom?

In the bathroom? That's very specific but ok, never had this before so its unique.

Pairing: Takemichi, Mikey, Draken, Tetta, Baji, Kazutora x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, masturbation, caught masturbating, fingering, clit stimulation, mutual masturbation, being flustered, degradation, facial cumshot, keeping quiet, bathroom sex

A/N: Safe to say I do not recommend trying this out lmao.

Takemichi turns away as fast as he can, face blushing hard. He wanted to pay you a surprise visit but he clearly interupted you. He'll just be outside. When he closes the door he would love to keep his hands off his hardening cock but just can't, the sight of your fingers between your legs is too tempting.

Mikey smirks when he walks in and sees you. He only wanted to be a good boyfriend and check on you when you were taking so long. Looks like you're dling just fine, that clit looks pretty happy. Keep going, don't mind him kneeling down for a better view and fishing his cock out to join you.

Draken feels a little offended that you would do this in a resturant bathroom, on your date. You should have just asked, he has no problem lending you a hand or a cock. He locks the door and tells you to lean against the sink, he'll make this quick since you're such an impatient slutty girl.

Tetta sees this as a good oppertunity for punishment. You can keep going but you will suck him off while you do so and you won't complain no matter what. So lucky he's even letting you finish. He should fuck you into next week for this but he'd rather have you desperate then broken.

Baji loves the sight of you like this, but he also wants to join in on the fun. No, don't get up, he'll make you come from watching him jerk his cock off. Don't worry though, his cum won't go to waste, you'll open up for him, open your mouth and legs wide so he has a clear cum shot and a view of your fingers working in tandem with his hand.

Kazutora goes wild the moment he sees you, pulling his pants down as soon as he pushes you into the bathroom stall and locks the door. But not the lock on the bathroom itself and soon enough you hear footsteps, yet you don't tell him to stop, slapping your hands over your mouth so his are free to keep your legs open while he fucks you, slowly while other people are in the bathroom and speeding up when you're alone.

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kisakis-boyfriend · 9 months

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Taking their virginity

Pairings: Takemichi, Mikey, Hakkai, Yuzuha, and Kisaki x reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom for all characters, praise, dacryphilia (Takemichi, Kisaki)

Genre/Format: Smut; Scenarios

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Imagine virgin Takemichi who blushes at the simplest of gestures. Looking away when you hold his hand in public to hide his red cheeks, squeaking in surprise when you give him a peck on the cheek, and lord help him if you hug him from behind, he'll be stifling soft moans just from being in that position

Virgin Takemichi who wants to have sex with you, but every time he thinks about it he just gets so flustered 🥺 Any time you've tried to initiate sexy times he has to stop you, saying that he's “Just not ready yet”, though the bulge in his pants is quite obvious...

Virgin Takemichi's gasps fill the room when you finally push him down onto the couch and start fingering him, kissing his neck and telling him how good he's doing so far

Virgin Takemichi who leaves scratch marks all over your back as you pound into his pretty ass, whispering in his ear about how much he turns you on. “Fuuuck baby you're so tight, feels sooo good~ ”

Virgin Takemichi who's a sobbing mess by the time you've both reached an orgasm. You sit up and pull him against your chest, cooing praises and petting his head while he relaxes

Imagine virgin Mikey who doesn't mind PDA, even initiating it himself sometimes. Who'd gladly hold your hand or kiss you in public, but sex? Sex with you? The intimacy of such a thing is kinda scary...

Virgin Mikey who finds it hard to look you in the eye when you bring it up, he's just never thought about doing this before, but he trusts you, so he agrees to try it soon

Virgin Mikey who's currently laying on top of your sheets naked, he looks so small like this with his legs closed shyly and his arms resting near his head. He moans softly when you start touching him, hands exploring every inch of his body, complimenting him between kisses all over his skin

Virgin Mikey who clings to you desperately while your dick slides in and out of him, his hole squeezing your dick and sucking you in, his arms wrapped tightly around your neck and face buried in the crook of your neck, moaning about how damn good this feels. “Y-yes—!! Harder! F-feels amazing, y/n ”

Virgin Mikey who's out of breath afterwards, panting against your shoulder, looking down where some of your cum is leaking out of his hole. You rub his back soothingly while he comes down from his high, telling him how good it felt to be inside of him

Imagine virgin Hakkai who freezes up whenever you bring up having sex with him. It's not that he doesn't want it, he's just nervous as all hell... What if he messes up? What if he says something stupid in the middle of it? What if you realize you don't like having sex with him? What if– His thoughts are cut off by you kissing him, almost as if you knew his self-doubts were running rampant again

Virgin Hakkai who whimpers when you push him against the wall and reach into his pants to stroke his dick. He has to cover his mouth to muffle his moans when you speed up, his precum covering your hand and smearing all over his boxers

Virgin Hakkai who's currently folded in half, taking your dick so deep inside of him, grunting as you rail him with fervor. “Fuck—!! Fuck me harder...y-yeah– Aaahh—!! ”

Virgin Hakkai whose chest is heaving by the time you're done with him, cumming all over him and telling him how amazing that was, kissing him as you both start to calm down

Imagine virgin Yuzuha who invites you over to watch movies with her all day, with intentions to simply have a nice date night with you, not realizing that it would evolve into something intimate. You've both brought up sex before, but it was never quite the right time, and you didn't want to pressure her to do it before she was ready

Virgin Yuzuha who squirms under the blankets as the night goes on, even if you're not watching anything raunchy she still got worked up and needs relief. She tried to discreetly touch herself, slipping a hand under her panties, spreading her wetness around and fingering herself, glancing over at you to make sure you didn't notice

Virgin Yuzuha who squeals when she starts touching her clit, finally grabbing your attention when you look at her and ask if she's ok. The deep blush on her face and the movement under the blankets tells you exactly why she made that noise

Virgin Yuzuha who quickly gets pulled into your lap, you lift up her skirt and see her soaked panties, chuckling at how desperate she must be. She whines when she hears you laughing at her and you turn her head towards you to kiss her as an apology. You slide your hand into her panties and lube your fingers up with her wetness then start circling her clit, making her roll her hips to get more friction

Virgin Yuzuha who cries out as you bounce her on your dick, cursing and moaning while you fuck into her like you can't live without the feeling of her pussy clenching around you. “Aah~ Fuck that feels good... Mmph please...fuck me, y/n ”

Virgin Yuzuha who's collapsing onto your chest as soon as she cums all over you, your own cum dripping down her thighs. She sighs when she feels you hug her and tell her that she was such a good girl for you

Imagine virgin Kisaki who “doesn't have time for sex”, claiming that he doesn't need it or has no interest. Yet he always gets so flustered when you make the tiniest gestures or just brush against him accidentally, his breath hitching because you touched his arm or grabbed him by the hips to kiss him

Virgin Kisaki who finally breaks down and admits that he does want to get fucked by you. You pushed him down onto the couch and started kissing his neck, surprising him and causing his cheeks to become warm again. You tugged at the waistband of his pants and teased him, saying how you wanted to make him feel so good because you love him, and he finally relented, “F-fine...but you better not disappoint me”

Virgin Kisaki whose face is pushed against the mattress as your cock stretches him open, muffled moans leaving his lips with every sharp thrust into his hole. You grab his hips and pull him closer to you, now balls deep inside of him and humping into him while he whines

Virgin Kisaki who cries when you flip him over and lean down so that your chest is flush against his, burying your face in his neck and sucking marks onto his skin. You tell him how he feels amazing and that you love him and the tears fall down harder, overwhelmed by you pounding his ass and the genuine affection you're expressing

Virgin Kisaki who arches his back when you cum inside of him, whimpering as you fill him up and soothe your hands over his body, praising him for how well he can take you

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

I plan on expanding on Yuzuha's part in this and turning it into one of my longer fics, so look forward to that in the future~

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killsaki · 1 year

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greed ☆ kisaki tetta — you’re spoiled, spoil him too?

cw/tw : (my) bonten kisaki, murder mentions, raw sex, creampie, possessiveness, brain dump, unedited/drabble.

your boyfriend likes to make you happy; likes to leave no room for error or disappointment when it comes to you. there will never be a chance for anyone else to treat you better, because kisaki treats you the best.

he’ll hand you his black card if you talk about something you saw in a storefront, he’ll buy out your favorite restaurant on your anniversary. he’s flew you out of the country after one mention of you wanting to get out of the house, and even had men killed for mishandling you. so, of course when times come that you start to paw at him, batting those pretty, needy eyes he can’t even pretend to ignore—he wants to fuck you in the way that you prefer.

he’d be happy to fuck you hard and fast, to tease you until you’re dripping down your thighs, shower you in degradation until you cry—if that’s what you want. he says he can, and he knows he can but when it comes to, the two of you always end up having the slowest, neediest sex.

it always starts how you ask for it, with his trained fingers fucking into you, the obscene sounds from your slick only background noise compared to the moans you just can’t seem to hold in. the feeling of his lips along your neck accompanied by the sweet kisses he gives and whispers of “mine, mine, mine,” just make you even more weak in his hands.

he’s level headed. until you start to wrap around him, arms tangled behind his neck, legs trapping his own to keep him pinned to you. it’s the desperation you feel for him in your most vulnerable moments that make him so greedy for you. it’s simply not enough to love you, to have you beneath him—he needs you entirely. he needs you to love him, all of him; to see him for everything that he is—calculating, manipulative, dangerously intelligent, insanely obsessive—and to choose him despite it. to need him the way he needs you, for you to wish to burn the world if he was no longer in it. he wants to hear you say it, he needs to feel that you mean it.

he begrudgingly pulls away from where he’d found the perfect spot to hear your perfect pleads to take in your expressions as he frees his cock from the confines of his boxers. piercing blue eyes not for a moment leaving yours, even as you look back at him so sweetly with a gaze full of tears. the pure adoration you have for him spills out say you caress his face and makes him lose sight of what it is you said that you want—because his mind just says to give and all he has in the moment to provide is himself, so that’s what he does.

he oh so slowly, pushes his cock past your entrance, his mouth slightly dropping open as he watches the way your lashes flutter, how your head rolls from the deeper he goes. the feeling of your fingers twitch against his scalp, the chills he gets from the way you whine his name. how you sing promises of love and praises only for him to hear—if all fogs his mind in the most addictive way. and then there’s no turning back.

his hands twist in the sheets beneath you as he takes his time, watching you fall apart with static buzzing under his own skin. each push of his hips against yours has you melting deeper into the mattress, needy hands exploring his skin, scratching between his shoulder blades as he sucks possessive marks into your most sensitive spots along your collarbone. and up again to lock around the back of his neck, holding him against you as if there’s anywhere else on this earth that he would rather be when his lips finally meets yours.

your body is so honest for him, or maybe it’s from how closely he’s watched and noted your reactions—the way he’s about to tell when your orgasm is approaching just by the change in your breathing.

“ki’, please.” you all but cry, begging senselessly between short whines for what your boyfriend knows is for him to bring you over the edge.

he gives, resting on his forearm and watching you squirm beneath him as his free hand reaches between you. his ringed thumb rubbing perfect circles over your clit. “c’mon,” he kisses up your jaw, whispering lowly. “for me.”

“t-tetta—” you gasp as your walls start to spams around him, eyes squeezed shut with your mouth dropped open to let out the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard mixed in with the most intoxicating mumbles of his name and the part that gets him the most. “i love you, love you, love you—“

he can’t possibly hold back, his own end approaching him at the stomach aching speed it always does when you start to cum for him. his lips crash into yours to keep himself from letting out any noises that might make you repulsed, that might show a bit too much weakness from him. he kisses you, sloppy and slow as he fucks you both through your highs—not stopping until you’re squelching from the mix of your slick and his cum.

he’ll act like it’s not a big deal to pull from you, to clean you up with the smallest smile on his face. but in reality he wishes he could stay there forever, watching your blissed out expression as he’s still plugging your cunt. where he can image you belonging to just him forever, for no one else to see, or to touch.

“hey,” you whisper as he finishes, your weak hand grabbing his wrist before he leaves the bed. he lets you pull him down closer, to lead him. “i love you.”

his smile starts to grow, but he chooses to hide it in another kiss. as if you can’t feel it pressing against you, not that you’ll ever mind.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 3 months

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A/N ::: Just some HC's about what aftercare might be like with some of the boys (don't @ me, they're FICTIONAL, first of all. And go read my pinned post -> everyone is at least 18, but I imagine them 25 or older. Just a friendly reminder! Thanks!)

I have some more ideas lined up for a 2nd part//or whatever but I'm not gonna do them if this doesn't fall into the laps of people who really enjoy it. Y'all know what I'm talking about.

C/W ::: Hanma/Chifuyu/Baji/Kisaki/Kazutora/Draken x F.reader, talk of sex, and things that go along with it. Hair pulling, dirty talk (not in detail really) ... if anything wasn't listed and you just know it should be (like the world will end if I don't include it), let me know!

WC ::: 1,289 (I can't stop. And no, I'm not sorry.)

PART 2

Ⓗanma ::: He would kiss all the red, splotchy spots he made on your body. Rubbing your bum to soothe the burn of where his hand came down so hard, so many times. You'd be laying there totally enjoying the sweetness that he's giving you until you feel his cock press into your hip. You look at him with that quirked brow, narrowed eyes, and smirk on your lips, just daring him to push you for "one more". Hanma has his hands out in front of him, almost like he's defending himself against the look on your face. "I - promise. I promise to be more gentle this time." He leans down to kiss your tits and take a bright and swollen nipple into his mouth, sucking gently and trying to convince you that he will, in fact, go easier on you this time. "YOLO, hana. C'mon." He runs his fingers over your still soaked cunt. "You're a real bastard, y'know that, Shu? Fine. But this time, I'm beating your ass."

((*Hana -> Blossom in Japanese))

Ⓒhifuyu ::: He's going to have whatever you could need or want already at his place. Obviously, you have what you need at your place. But sometimes you're not home. So it's nice to have him prepared. He'd have stuff for you to take a nice bath after he wrecked you. There would be a pretty, mirrored tray in his bathroom with a variety of essential oils and little vials of bath salts for his baby to use at her leisure. Chifuyu would low-key do some research on which oils did what. Peppermint was uplifting and good for headaches. Lavender was good to calm your mind and ease muscle aches. He would be the kind of guy to pull your hair while he's fucking you from behind telling you "Turn ... turn your head so I can see how fuckin' beautiful you look while you're takin' this cock. Fuckin' love you so ... fuckin' ... much, angel. Make me feel so good. 'M I makin' you feel good, too? Yeah? Fuck yeah, want you to cum all over me with that gorgeous pussy of yours."

Ⓑaji ::: He is the wildcard and the surprising one when it comes to aftercare. Sometimes 97.9% of the time, his aftercare evolves into more sex. Whether it's oral (he likes to lick up the cummy mess from your puffy little pussy - and moan a little about it - which fuckin' only turns you on more so it's partially your fault that you guys fuck again when he was planning on taking care of you ... just in a different way). He loves you, though. He loves the pink glow of your cheeks (face and ass - and it doesn't matter if you're fair-skinned or a darker tone - dude WILL make sure he changes the natural hue of your flesh). Baji enjoys seeing his large handprint on your ass and thighs. Also will kiss at all the bite marks he's left on your body - your whole body. There is no discrimination when he sinks his teeth into you. Man will just kind of let his heart guide him and he'll bite wherever his mouth lands. He does a bunch of little things for you: He'll bring you your favorite drink (which he learned right away), he will order takeout if you're hungry (he knows what to get), he lays with you and holds you close to him if it was a particularly rough and raunchy romp. Secretly enjoys the closeness almost more than you do.

Ⓚisaki ::: Is a dumbass ... at first. The first time you guys fucked he hopped up and took a shower. Liiiiike, no, dude. Wrong. Answer. Asshat. He's pissed that Hanma told him that he was an absolute idiot for doing that. Like, how did that shit ass know more than him!? However, once Kisaki is made aware of what is expected (but NOT expected, however, much appreciated), he is almost a changed man. After a slow and close afternoon rendezvous at his place, you're both laying there, basking in the afterglow. He stays in bed with you for a while and kisses your cheek, rubs your hip with the palm of his freakishly warm hand, giving you a squeeze occasionally. "You uh, *aheh*, can I get you anything, ningyō? Water, tea? Are you hungry? Anything you want." He smiles at you nervously, trying to recall what Hanma instructed him to say. "No, Kisa', I think right now I just want you to be here with me. Is that ok? Will you stay?" He nods his head, "Of course. But I still want to shower." You roll your eyes but appreciate the time he's sharing with you anyway.

((*Ningyō -> Doll in Japanese))

Ⓚazutora ::: Seems to think that aftercare = afterplay 🔁 foreplay. It's not such farfetched logic. But you love how fucking sweet on you he is. He kisses all over your body; your neck is his favorite place to kiss you when you're in the kitchen working together toward the level of aftercare you both deserve. He'll stand behind you and run his hands all over the expanse of your hips, back, waist, chest. Then he'll start salivating a little heavier at the thought of sucking on your nipples. How hard and squishy (HOW THOUGH) they are between his lips. Kazutora will dip down under your arm and stand between you and the counter as you're cutting up something and start kissing you - quite heavily. And you don't mind, but you're still kind of wiped out from the hour and a half you two just spent in bed. But his big, curious eyes just have this effect on you and you stretch out your neck when he starts to nuzzle his nose in there and whisper how much he wants to go down on you again make sure that pretty little pussy isn't still sore. He wants to give you a "massage" to ease any discomfort. "You won't have to lift a finger - un-unless you want to, momo. Please?" He will just pick you up and carry your ass back to the room and take his sweet, sweet time with you. AGAIN.

((*Momo -> Peach in Japanese))

Ⓓraken ::: D-R-A-K-E-N *sighs dreamily*. This big fool. The things you do to/for each other are out of this world. Your bodies were made for one another. Period. Not only does he have you down to a science while he's fucking you, his aftercare is top notch. Draken is the kind of guy who will pull your hair so your ears are closer to him and he'll whisper the filthiest and most nasty shit to you. He's also the kind of guy who will hold your hand to the shower (once you're able to walk again) and wash your hair to ease any residual burning on your scalp. He'll gently brush it out while you sit at your vanity in the bathroom and bend over to whisper incredibly sweet things to you. He's not trying to cancel all the things he did to you (for you??) but he likes there to be a balance. He doesn't want things to get too off kilter. So expect an equal or greater reaction from him in the aftercare routine. Draken will also pay attention to small cues from you and if you ever seem bothered by anything - he doesn't care how small or stupid you might think it is - he always gets you to tell him. So don't waste time. Just fucking tell him so he can go back to being the best boyfriend to you.

Taglist ::: @kazutora-kurokawa @katkitkats @arlerts-angel @viburnt @darkstarlight82

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