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DEAD GIRL'S BEACH࿐ྂ KUROKAWA IZANA x f!oc x SANO MANJIRO
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NINE — spider
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"there's an unsettling aura of unpredictability surrounding Mr. Kurokawa as if he's capable of anything given the right circumstances. It's difficult to gauge the extent of his moral compass if he even possesses one at all." —MAYA'S ROUGH NOTES ON K.I
chapter summary: with a drug deal gone awry, and multiple drug rings raided, Izana decides that he and Mikey need to blow off steam.
chapter warnings: dark content 18+, unreliable narrator!maya, stockholm syndrome mentions of suicide, depiction of corpses, blood and gore, character death, funerals, murder, mentions of drugs, police raid, use of weapons, corruption, bribery, mentions of suicide, implied memory loss, implied dissociation, torture, forced drugging, withdrawal symptoms, addiction, vomiting, power imbalance, dehumanization, humiliation, drugged sex, MAJOR dubcon, noncon(tagging this just in case), no prep, unprotected sex, p in v sex, extortion, hickeys, bondage, ruined orgasm, voyeurism, drug use/misuse, fingering, threesome(kinda), making out, unsafe sex, temperature play, waxplay, dacryphilia, sadomasochism, creampie, aftercare, first degree burns
word count: 8455
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"Hey pretty" Mikey murmurs as Maya lays her head on his bicep
Calloused fingers brush her bangs away from her forehead and he smiles. Maya's heart fluttered at the softness in Mikey's voice, a stark contrast to the rough exterior he often projected. She shifted closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his body against hers. "Hi" she whispered in response, her voice barely above a breathy murmur
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as the two of them lay entwined in each other's arms. Mikey's arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. The gesture filled Maya's heart with warmth, banishing any lingering doubts or fears that had haunted her during the night. They just had breakfast and showered. Maya didn't think this guy knew how to cook but apparently, he did. As Maya basked in the warmth of Mikey's embrace, she couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquillity wash over her. It starkly contrasted the chaos and uncertainty that had defined her life in recent weeks. With Mikey by her side, the world seemed to slow down, the troubles of yesterday fading into insignificance. It's about 9:30 in the morning. It's... Wednesday? Yes, it's Wednesday. Maya hasn't seen Izana very often recently. Through eavesdropping, she heard about some important deal going on with the Korean mafia that has him occupied. She's more than grateful for that after all. As Maya reveled in the comfort of Mikey's embrace, she found herself drifting into a state of blissful contentment. The weight of the world seemed to lift from her shoulders, replaced by a sense of peace and security that she had longed for since arriving at the beach house. "Hey, you okay?" Mikey's voice broke through her reverie, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow
Maya nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, I'm good," she reassured him, her voice soft and warm.
Mikey returned her smile, his eyes sparkling with affection. "You know, you're pretty cute when you're all relaxed like this" he teased, his tone light and playful.
Maya's cheeks flushed with warmth at his words, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "shut up" she mumbled
The sound of Mikey's laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls in a joyful symphony. In that moment, Maya felt a surge of gratitude wash over her. Despite everything they had been through, she had found a sense of happiness and belonging in Mikey's arms. As the morning sun streamed through the window, casting a golden glow over the room, Maya couldn't help but feel a sense of serenity wash over her. She shifted slightly in Mikey's embrace, nestling closer to him as if seeking refuge from the outside world. Mikey's fingers traced gentle patterns on her back, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "You know," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "I could get used to waking up like this every day"
Maya's heart skipped a beat at his words, a rush of warmth flooding her chest. She tilted her head up to meet his gaze, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Me too," she admitted softly, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips
Their laughter filled the air, mingling with the soft rustle of the sheets as they shifted closer to each other. At that moment, Maya felt a sense of peace settles over her, a quiet reassurance that everything would be okay as long as she had Mikey by her side. Lost in the tranquillity of the moment, Maya's mind drifted to thoughts of the future. She imagined days filled with laughter and shared adventures, where every sunrise brought with it the promise of a new beginning. With Mikey's arm wrapped around her, she felt a sense of security she hadn't known in a long time. But beneath the surface of their idyllic morning, Maya couldn't shake the nagging sense of unease that lingered in the back of her mind. The memory of Izana's ominous presence loomed like a dark cloud on the horizon, threatening to overshadow their newfound happiness. Despite Mikey's reassuring presence, Maya couldn't help but wonder what would happen when Izana inevitably returned. Would their fragile bubble of bliss be shattered, or would they find a way to weather the storm together? For now, Maya pushed aside her worries, choosing instead to focus on the warmth of Mikey's embrace and the love that bound them together. As they lay intertwined in each other's arms, Maya allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, they could carve out their own slice of happiness in a world fraught with uncertainty. "I don't think I've slept this good in years" Mikey admits, pressing his forehead to hers
His words and gestures, once foreign and intimidating, now brought her a sense of comfort and familiarity that she craved. She revelled in the simple pleasures of their daily routines, finding joy in the mundane tasks they shared and the quiet moments they spent together. Mikey's laughter became her melody, his touch her anchor in a sea of uncertainty. As she gazed into Mikey's eyes, she saw not the leader of a dangerous gang, but the man who had offered her solace and protection in a world gone awry. "me too"
And in that moment, Maya found herself falling deeper into the web of Mikey's influence, unaware of the dangerous hold he was gaining over her.
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2 whole weeks. Maya had been missing for 2 whole weeks. They found her body in Yokohama. Suicide or maybe an accident as Naoto told Chifuyu. He didn't get to see her body. Naoto said there was nothing to see. Chifuyu didn't think he'd want to see either. The car they had found her in was a rental, taken out under her name. She had booked an apartment in Okinawa apparently. The owner said she was to move in 2 after her body was found. Maybe it wasn't a suicide, maybe it was just an accident, maybe maybe maybe maybe. None of them knew because now Maya was dead. "hey" Mitsuya said to him "eat something"
Chifuyu stared blankly at the array of food laid out before him, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of unanswered questions and lingering doubts. He couldn't bring himself to eat, couldn't even muster the appetite to do so. Maya was gone, and the weight of her absence hung heavy in the air, suffocating him with its crushing finality. "Hey," Mitsuya's voice broke through the haze of Chifuyu's thoughts, pulling him back to the present moment.
He looked up to see Mitsuya's concerned expression, a silent plea mirrored in his eyes. "Eat something" Mitsuya repeated gently once again, his tone tinged with empathy.
Chifuyu forced a small nod, his throat constricting with emotion as he reached for a nearby plate of sushi. The taste of the rice and fish felt foreign and distant, a stark reminder of the emptiness that now permeated his life. Maya should have been here, should have been laughing and joking with them like she always did. But instead, they were gathered in a sombre hall, mourning her untimely passing. As Chifuyu mechanically chewed his food, his gaze drifted to the makeshift altar adorned with Maya's photograph and offerings of flowers and incense. She looked so serene in the picture, her smile frozen in time, forever out of reach. A lump formed in Chifuyu's throat as he struggled to reconcile the vibrant, vivacious Maya he knew with the lifeless image before him. Beside him, Mitsuya offered a supportive pat on the back, a silent gesture of solidarity in their shared grief. But even as Mitsuya's presence provided a semblance of comfort, Chifuyu couldn't shake the nagging feeling of unease that gnawed at his insides. Something about Maya's death didn't sit right with him, didn't add up. "It's gonna be okay Chifuyu" Draken says, resting a heavy hand on his shoulder
The car Maya was found in was burnt to a crisp and so was her body. They identified her through dental records and DNA. Chifuyu nodded numbly at Draken's words, his mind still reeling from the shock of Maya's sudden and tragic demise. The weight of Draken's hand on his shoulder felt both grounding and suffocating, a tangible reminder of the gravity of their loss. "It's gonna be okay, Chifuyu," Draken repeated, his voice tinged with an earnestness that Chifuyu struggled to believe. 
How could things ever be okay again when Maya was gone, her vibrant spirit extinguished in a cruel twist of fate?
The details of Maya's death only adds to the surrealness of the situation. The burnt car, the charred remains, the painstaking process of identification—it all felt like a nightmare from which Chifuyu couldn't wake. The reality of Maya's absence loomed large, casting a dark shadow over everything they once held dear. As Chifuyu grappled with the enormity of their loss, a sense of helplessness washed over him, leaving him feeling adrift in a sea of grief and confusion. Maya had been his anchor, his guiding light in the darkness, and now she was gone, leaving behind a void that seemed impossible to fill. He felt like this was all his fault.
Had he not gotten drunk that night with her, had he not slept with her, had he not rejected her, none of this would have happened. She would still be here next to him. As the weight of guilt settled heavily upon Chifuyu's shoulders, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he was somehow to blame for Maya's tragic fate. The memories of that fateful night replayed in his mind like a relentless loop, each moment etched with painful clarity. "If only..." Chifuyu whispered to himself, his voice barely audible amidst the sombre atmosphere of the funeral hall
If only he had made different choices if only he had been more careful with Maya's fragile heart, if only he had seen the signs of her distress sooner. But dwelling on the what-ifs offered no solace, no redemption for the guilt that gnawed at his soul. Maya was gone, and he was left grappling with the crushing weight of his regrets. His friends offered words of comfort, and assurances that Maya's death was not his fault, but their well-meaning platitudes fell on deaf ears. How could they understand the depth of his guilt, the overwhelming sense of responsibility that consumed him? With a heavy heart, Chifuyu bowed his head in silent prayer, his thoughts a tumultuous whirlwind of grief and remorse.
As Chifuyu remained lost in his thoughts, memories of Maya flooded his mind, each one a painful reminder of the vibrant spirit that had been extinguished far too soon. He remembered her laughter, bright and infectious, and the way her eyes sparkled with mischief whenever she teased him. He recalled their late-night conversations, filled with dreams and aspirations, and the warmth of her presence that always brought him comfort in times of need.
But alongside these cherished memories lurked darker thoughts, haunting reminders of the moments he wished he could erase from his mind. The arguments, the misunderstandings, the pain he had caused her—all of it weighed heavily on his conscience, casting a shadow over their once-budding relationship.
Lost in his reverie, Chifuyu barely noticed as his friends gathered around him, offering silent support in their shared grief. Mitsuya's hand on his shoulder, and Draken's reassuring presence by his side—they were constants in his life, pillars of strength in the face of adversity.
But even their unwavering support couldn't silence the doubts that plagued Chifuyu's mind. Was there something more he could have done to save Maya? Could he have been a better friend?
He had called Mikey. He called and asked for help. Maybe Mikey would help is what he thought. Maybe Mikey would help find Maya with all the connections he had but he couldn't. It was too late now.
As the funeral procession continued, Chifuyu resolved to confront these questions head-on, searching for answers in his heart's depths. For Maya's sake, and for his own, he knew he couldn't afford to dwell in the shadows of regret any longer. "Hey" Kazutora says as they sit outside the memorial hall after the end of the funeral
"hi" Chifuyu says quietly
Kazutora settles down next to Chifuyu, their shoulders almost touching as they sit in solemn silence. The weight of Maya's absence hangs heavy in the air, casting a sombre pall over their surroundings. "You holding up okay?" Kazutora asks, his voice was soft with concern
Chifuyu nods, though the gesture feels hollow. "I'm trying," he replies, his words barely audible above the gentle rustle of the wind.
Kazutora offers a sympathetic smile, a silent acknowledgment of the pain they both share. "It's gonna take time, Chifuyu," he says, his tone gentle yet firm. "But we'll get through this together, alright?"
Chifuyu manages a weak smile in return, grateful for Kazutora's unwavering support. In that moment, amidst the grief and uncertainty, he finds solace in the simple act of companionship, knowing that he doesn't have to face his pain alone. "Yeah," he murmurs, his voice steadier now. "Together"
"Chifuyu. Kazutora" Naoto says walking over to them
Naoto looked just as bad as Chifuyu did. Naoto had been the one to go see Maya's body as he was in the police force. Chifuyu and Kazutora turn to face Naoto, noticing the anger etched in his features as he approaches them. His eyes, usually warm and welcoming, are now clouded with frustration and regret. "Hey, Naoto," Chifuyu greets him cautiously, sensing the tension in the air.
Naoto's jaw tightens as he nods curtly in response, his gaze flickering between Chifuyu and Kazutora. "I'm sorry I missed the funeral," he says tersely, his voice laced with bitterness.
Chifuyu's expression softens with understanding, recognizing the turmoil Naoto must be grappling with. "It's okay, Naoto," he assures him gently, reaching out a comforting hand.
Kazutora offers a nod of agreement, his expression sympathetic. "We know you had your reasons," he adds, his tone reassuring.
Naoto's shoulders tense with the weight of his emotions, his fists clenching at his sides. "I should have been there," he mutters, his voice heavy with regret.
Chifuyu places a reassuring hand on Naoto's shoulder, offering him a small smile of understanding. "We understand, Naoto," he says softly. "We're just glad you're here now."
Kazutora noticed Naoto was in a different outfit than usual. He's wearing all black with a bulletproof vest on top and a body cam on. He's wearing black fingerless gloves and his gun strapped to his side. Was he going on a raid? The stark contrast to Naoto's usual attire is impossible to ignore, and Kazutora can't help but wonder what has prompted this sudden change. "Naoto, what's with the getup?" Kazutora asks, his tone cautious as he gestures to the equipment Naoto is wearing.
Naoto's expression remains stoic as he meets Kazutora's gaze, his jaw set with determination. "It's... work-related," he replies cryptically, his voice tight with tension.
Kazutora's frown deepens at Naoto's evasive response, a sense of unease settling in the pit of his stomach. He knows Naoto's line of work often involves danger, but something about the situation feels off. "Is everything okay?" Chifuyu interjects, his voice tinged with concern as he observes the exchange between Kazutora and Naoto.
Naoto hesitates for a moment before offering a terse nod. "Yeah, everything's fine," he replies, though the tension in his voice betrays his words.
Kazutora exchanges a glance with Chifuyu, a silent exchange of concern passing between them. Whatever Naoto is involved in, it's clear that it weighs heavily on his mind, and Kazutora can't shake the feeling that there's more to the situation than meets the eye. As the tension lingers in the air, Kazutora's gaze shifts to Naoto's gun, his mind racing with questions. He knows better than to pry too deeply into Naoto's affairs, but the sight of the firearm only adds to his unease. "Be careful out there, Naoto," Kazutora says, his voice laced with genuine concern. "Whatever it is you're dealing with, just... watch your back."
Naoto offers a tight-lipped smile in response, a silent acknowledgment of Kazutora's words. "Thanks, Kazu," he says, his tone softened with a hint of gratitude.
With a nod, Naoto turns to leave, the weight of his mission evident in the set of his shoulders as he disappears into the distance in a car waiting for him. Kazutora watches him go, a sense of foreboding settling over him like a heavy shroud. Chifuyu breaks the silence that follows, his voice filled with uncertainty. "What do you think Naoto's up to?" he asks, his eyes fixed on the spot where Naoto had vanished.
Kazutora shakes his head, his expression grim. "I don't know, Chifuyu," he admits, his voice tinged with worry. "But whatever it is, it can't be good."
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As Naoto spearheaded the raid on the suspected drug lab, a simmering rage burned within him, fueled by the memory of Maya's untimely demise. The air crackled with tension as he led his team forward, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of emotions. The stench of chemicals assaulted his senses as they breached the door, flooding the dimly lit interior with blinding light. Naoto's grip tightened around his weapon, his knuckles turning white with fury as he surveyed the scene before him. "Freeze! Hands where I can see them!" Naoto's voice boomed, his tone laced with barely restrained anger. 
His heart pounded in his chest, each beat a painful reminder of Maya's absence. As chaos erupted around him, Naoto couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right about Maya's death. It gnawed at him, a festering wound that refused to heal. He had failed to protect her, and now he was determined to uncover the truth behind her tragic end. With each step deeper into the drug lab, Naoto's resolve hardened, his anger fueling his determination to seek justice for Maya. He would tear through the lies and deception, no matter the cost, until he unearthed the answers he so desperately sought. But as the raid unfolded, Naoto knew that the road ahead would be fraught with danger and uncertainty. 
Amidst the chaos of the raid, Naoto and his team moved swiftly, their training and experience guiding their every move. The lab was a labyrinth of corridors and rooms, each one potentially hiding danger or evidence of criminal activity. As they advanced, Naoto's senses were on high alert, every sound and movement scrutinized for any hint of resistance. His heart hammered in his chest, a mix of adrenaline and anger coursing through his veins. Suddenly, shouts erupted from one of the adjacent rooms, followed by the unmistakable sound of gunfire. Without hesitation, Naoto and his team rushed toward the commotion, their weapons drawn and ready.
They burst into the room to find a fierce exchange of gunfire between his team and a group of armed thugs, likely members of the Tokyo Manji Gang. Bullets whizzed past them, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder and the acrid scent of smoke. Naoto's training kicked in as he took cover behind a nearby stack of crates, returning fire with precise aim. His heart pounded in his ears as he focused on neutralizing the threat, his mind clear and focused despite the chaos around him. The firefight raged on, each moment fraught with danger as Naoto and his team battled against the criminals. 
As the last of the gunmen fell, Naoto's chest heaved with exertion, his body buzzing with adrenaline. The room fell silent save for the faint echoes of their victory, a testament to their skill and resolve in the face of danger. But even as they secured the area and began to gather evidence, Naoto couldn't shake the gnawing sense of unease that lingered within him. Something was wrong. As Naoto scanned the room for any signs of additional threats, his gaze fell upon a group of figures darting towards the exit. Recognition flickered in his mind as he caught sight of Kurokawa Izana, Kisaki Tetta, and Sano Manjiro among them, their faces illuminated by the dim light filtering through the smoke-filled room.
Without a second thought, Naoto's instincts kicked in, his body moving on autopilot as he raised his weapon and gave chase. Naoto remembers Sano Manjiro briefly from his childhood. The man was odd. He always thought Sano Manjiro was a very odd person when he was younger. How could someone so childish lead a gang? Of course, his perception had been wrong as now Sano Manjiro led the largest and most powerful gang in all of Japan. 
Despite Naoto's efforts, the trio managed to slip away into the night, disappearing into the shadows before he could catch up to them. Frustration boiled within him as he reached the exit, the sound of their footsteps echoing faintly in the distance. He cursed under his breath, his grip tightening on his weapon as he surveyed the scene before him. The drug lab lay in ruins, evidence of the gang's illicit activities scattered haphazardly amidst the debris. But amidst the chaos, one thought gnawed at Naoto's mind: Maya's death.
Anger flared within him as he realized that the answers he sought were slipping through his fingers once again. He couldn't shake the feeling that her death wasn't an accident or a suicide. It didn't make sense for it to be either, especially since her student loans were paid off. 
Naoto's mind raced with possibilities as he made his way through the debris-strewn lab, his senses on high alert. Every clue, every shred of evidence, seemed to point to foul play. Maya's death couldn't simply be brushed aside as a tragic accident or a desperate act. There had to be more to the story. As he sifted through the wreckage, his thoughts turned to Maya's last moments. What had driven her to that fateful decision? What secrets had she been keeping, hidden beneath the surface? Naoto wouldn't rest until he had answers— until he uncovered the truth behind her untimely demise.
He felt so angry. There was just no way. Nothing added up. Her student loans paid off, a new apartment was booked, and the rent for her previous place was paid in full. None of it added up and all his suspicions pointed towards Tokyo Manji Gang. 
The day of her resignation at Sunshine Grove Hospital was the same day Kurokawa Izana was supposedly released from there for cocaine addiction and the same day the hospital director disappeared. It could be a major coincidence but his gut said otherwise. There was just no way and Naoto intended to prove it.
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"You know, I understand he's Hinata's younger brother but you're not marrying him, you're marrying her. Can't we just get rid of him?" Sanzu mutters in annoyance to Kisaki "Fucking Tachibana organized 8 raids at the same damn time and now we've lost practically all our labs"
Multiple drug labs were raided. 8 in total. Thankfully there was nothing in labs that led back to Tokyo Manji Gang or any of the members but the police weren't fucking idiots to know it would be anyone other than them running this many. It wasn't uncommon for their labs to be raided. But it was usually only 1 or 2 a month, not 8 in one fucking night. "don't overexaggerate Sanzu" Kisaki says lighting himself a cigarette as he drive "We have 15 more"
"15 more, 15 less. Our labs were fucking raided by your stupid future brother-in-law" Sanzu sneers "Did you even confess to Tachibana yet or are you just—"
"First off, fuck off. Don't forget who's the one—"
"Shut the fuck up" Mikey hisses and instantly the entire car is enveloped in silence
Everyone is pissed off. 8 Drug labs raided. All the ones they had in Tokyo were now practically useless. The car is silent minus the sound of Mikey taping his black-painted fingernail against the car window. After minutes of uncomfortable and scary silence, he says "I thought we paid off the commissioner. What the fuck is this shit?" He's really fucking pissed off and it wasn't a good thing when Mikey was pissed 
"Yes we did but—" Kokonoi who's sitting next to him starts but Mikey just glares even harder and they all know that any excuse he gives won't be enough
"But what Hajime?" Izana asks Kokonoi
Izana doesn't look angry. No, not the same way as Mikey. In fact, Izana is smiling and half of them resist the urge to shit their pants. "But he wanted more money," Kokonoi says slowly and very hesitantly "I threatened him that if he asked for more we'd expose his corruption but I guess he got too cocky"
Izana and Mikey laugh. It's scary. Had it been years ago, Sanzu probably would have started laughing too but they were no longer 5 and that laughter from Mikey wasn't of a child but an evil spirit. "Get rid of him" Mikey says lowly and no one dares to disagree
The car is enveloped in silence once again till Izana says "Kisaki, drop Mikey, Kakucho and me at the airport and Sanzu book us a flight to Okinawa" Izana says
Kisaki raises a brow and starts heading for the airport. "Haven't you guys been spending too much time there?"
"Just do as you're told Kisaki" Sanzu mutters as he books the flight "Don't question them on this one"
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Maya is lying in bed again. It's nothing new. It's been the same since she got here. It had been about a week and 3 days if she was correct. It's Thursday. A week and 3 days since she was abducted from her workplace then tortured by Izana and now 3 days since she slept with Mikey. Maya's body felt heavy, weighed down by the lingering effects of the drugs that had been pumped into her system. Every movement was a struggle, every breath a laborious effort. Withdrawal symptoms ravaged her, leaving her trembling and nauseous, her mind clouded by a thick fog of confusion and despair. This was the second time she hadn't been drugged and now she understands why. This was a new form of torture. Somehow, unknowingly, she got addicted to whatever bullshit concoction Izana was giving her and now she was suffering the aftereffects. 
She's going through withdrawal.   
Maya's body felt like a leaden weight, each limb heavy and unresponsive as if shackled by invisible chains. The withdrawal symptoms clawed at her from within, relentless in their assault on her senses. Waves of nausea churned in the pit of her stomach, threatening to engulf her in a sea of sickness. Every movement sent jolts of agony coursing through her veins as if her very bones were rebelling against her. 
It was sickening and embarrassing. She's a psychiatrist and she's going through withdrawals. She's here fucking dying over the need for more drugs when she treats people for the same thing—
When she treated Izana for the same thing. 
A thick fog enveloped her mind, clouding her thoughts and blurring the boundaries between reality and nightmare. Memories of her ordeal with Izana danced on the edges of her consciousness, taunting her with their twisted echoes. The pain, the fear, the degradation—each memory a fresh wound reopening in her psyche. The drugs had wormed their way into her system, poisoning her from within and leaving her helpless in their grip.
Summoning every ounce of strength she could muster, Maya forced herself to sit up, her muscles protesting with every movement. The room spun around her, blurring into a disorienting kaleidoscope of shapes and shadows. She gritted her teeth against the waves of nausea that threatened to overwhelm her, focusing instead on the single-minded determination burning within her.
Slowly, painstakingly, Maya swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet finding uncertain purchase on the cold floor below. Every step was a battle, a testament to her resilience in the face of overwhelming adversity. She stumbled forward, her vision swimming as she made her way towards the bathroom. The journey felt endless, each step an eternity of agony and despair. Nausea overwhelms her and her mouth fills with saliva. She reaches the toilet only seconds before she throws up. It's gross. The scent of it makes her gag and she throws up again just from the smell. It's disgusting. She's shaking by the time it's over and barely able to stand. "ew" she mutters as she flushes the toilet 
She walks over to the sink and with trembling hands, she reaches for the faucet, splashing cool water onto her face in a desperate bid to quell the inferno raging within her. As the water cascaded over her skin, Maya felt a brief respite from the relentless onslaught of withdrawal. The coolness seeped into her bones, soothing her frayed nerves and offering a fleeting moment of solace amidst the chaos. But she knew it was only temporary, a brief reprieve before the storm descended once more. She brushes her teeth to get rid of the gross scent and taste of vomit in her mouth. Maya searches around the cabinets for painkillers or really anything that will make this feeling go away but there is nothing. All there is the damn smell of vomit in the bathroom and the bedroom. "I hate this" she mutters
It's dark out. She hasn't had anything to eat due to her nausea and now all she can smell is vomit. There is no air freshener in the bathroom but there are candles so she lights up a bunch. setting two in the bathroom and the rest in the master bedroom. This is probably a fire hazard but burning to death sounded way more appealing than continuing to go through withdrawals. She lays back down and stares at the ceiling as the room is now filled with an odd mix of cherry blossom and some kind of citrus smell. The citrus candle had deep red wax and the cherry blossom had light pink. They were quite pretty but if her head didn't hurt so bad she would have probably admired them and the smell. But right now, her head hurts and she's getting cold flushes but also sweating. She doesn't feel good. Maya doesn't feel good at all. 
She hates that she wants more drugs. 
Maya hates that she needs more. 
Despite her inner turmoil and the relentless onslaught of withdrawal symptoms, Maya found herself trembling uncontrollably, her resolve weakening in the face of overwhelming need. With each passing moment, the insidious craving for drugs grew stronger, gnawing at her from within and drowning out the rational voice of resistance. As her head throbbed with agony and cold shivers wracked her body, Maya felt herself teetering on the edge of surrender. The relentless hunger for relief threatened to consume her, driving her to the brink of desperation. Despite her best efforts to resist, the pull of addiction was relentless, drawing her inexorably closer to the abyss.
As Maya succumbed to the relentless grip of withdrawal, her body convulsed with tremors, each shudder sending waves of agony coursing through her veins. The room spun around her in a dizzying whirlwind, her senses overwhelmed by the ceaseless onslaught of nausea and disorientation. A cold sweat broke out across her fevered brow, her skin clammy to the touch as chills wracked her body. With each laboured breath, she felt as though she were suffocating, the air thick and oppressive in her lungs. Her muscles seized with cramps, contorting with spasms of agony that left her writhing in torment.
The torment of withdrawal bore down on her with merciless intensity, stripping away the last vestiges of her strength and resolve. Every fibre of her being screamed out for relief, for respite from the relentless assault on her senses. As Maya lay trembling and wracked with withdrawal symptoms, a dark presence loomed in the doorway, casting a shadow over the room. Izana stood there, his expression a twisted mix of amusement and satisfaction, his eyes glinting with malicious intent. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Izana's voice dripped with mock concern as he observed Maya's suffering. "Seems like my little bunny's not feeling too good. Should I take her to the vet?"
Maya's stomach churned with a mixture of fear and anger as she met Izana's gaze. It was his fault she was in this state, his insidious manipulation that had led her down this path of addiction and despair. But beneath the rage, there was also a gnawing sense of helplessness, a realization that she was at his mercy. "You did this to me," Maya whispered, her voice barely above a hoarse murmur "You're the reason I'm like this."
Izana's smirk widened at her accusation, a cruel glimmer in his eyes. "Oh, I'm fully aware of that," he replied, his tone dripping with malice. "But isn't it fascinating to see just how far you've fallen? How easily you've succumbed to your own weaknesses?"
There is a short pause. "Do you want more?" Izana's question hung in the air like a poisonous fog, suffocating her with its implications.
Maya's heart pounded in her chest, torn between the agony of withdrawal and the terror of giving in to Izana's demands. The pain coursing through her veins was unbearable, a relentless torment that threatened to consume her entirely. For a fleeting moment, Maya entertained the thought of relief, of succumbing to the drugs that promised to numb her suffering. But even as the temptation whispered seductively in her ear, she knew deep down that yielding to Izana would only lead to further despair. With trembling hands and a voice barely above a whisper, Maya forced out her response. "No" she choked out
Izana's expression darkened, a glint of irritation flashing in his eyes before a chilling smile swiftly masked it. "Suit yourself" he murmured, his voice dripping with venom as he turned to leave
But the pain gets worse and Maya feels nauseous again. "N-No wait!" she says without thinking
Maya's voice wavered, her resolve crumbling under the weight of her suffering. Every fibre of her being screamed for relief, for escape from the relentless agony that consumed her. Izana's footsteps halted, his form casting a menacing shadow across the room as he turned back to face her. His gaze bore into her with icy intensity, a predatory glint flickering in his eyes. "What is it now?" Izana's tone was tinged with impatience, his patience wearing thin as Maya's desperation reached its peak
Maya's breath came in ragged gasps, her trembling fingers clutching at the sheets as she fought to keep her composure. "I-I..." she stammered, her words faltering as nausea threatened to overwhelm her once more.
Her mind reeled with conflicting emotions, torn between the primal instinct to escape the torment and the sickening allure of the drugs that promised temporary relief. In her moment of weakness, Maya's resolve crumbled, her voice barely a whisper as she uttered the words she knew she would come to regret.
"I... I want more."
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How she ended up underneath Izana after that was beyond her. But no, she wasn't just underneath him, their clothes were scattered on the ground and he was bullying his cock into her cunt from behind. Maya's face is pressed into the pillows, her hips in the air and back arched in a way that Izana probably really likes since he keeps smoothing his hand down her spine. "shit your fuckin tight" He groans as he bottoms out inside her
Maya whimpers helplessly into the pillow as another cold flush passes through her. Izana promised he'd give it to her after he was done. He told her he'd make it better. But fuck she needed it now. It didn't matter what he gave her, she needed it now. "Izana..." she moans pitifully into the pillows, her voice muffled "please..."
"shhh~" Izana coos, holding her hips tights "You'll get them. I'll give them to you. Just let me make you feel good first"
All the air is knocked out of her lungs when he thrusts. Maya's eyes roll back and she moans breathlessly into the pillow, unable to do anything but take it as he starts to go at a steady but quick pace. Izana's hard thrusts make her back bend more, her chest now nearly pressed against the mattress as well. "Izana.." she whimpers into the pillow, grasping desperately at it
It feels so good it almost makes her forget about the body aches and pain from the withdrawal. Izana is fucking huge and the stretch feels so good. He's pressing his hand down where her back arches as he thrusts into her hard and relentlessly as if to keep her down, to keep her from moving. Not that Maya wanted to go anywhere. She needed to feel better. She needed to stop feeling like utter shit. She needed Izana to give her relief. "f-fuck you're cute, bunny... takin' me s-so well" Izana groaned
His other hand slides underneath her, pressing his palm flat against her stomach and leans down over her, sucking hickeys along her spine and scattered on her loin. Maru's moaning and whimpering and kind of sobbing at this point which all the contrasting feelings just overwhelming her to the point of overstimulation— and she hasn't even orgasmed yet. "so fuckin good f'me, bunny" 
She's grabbed both her wrists and Izana holds them with ease in one hand behind her back. Maya whimpers helplessly, unable to do anything as he ties them together with his necktie. She's completely helpless now. It feels like her brain is melted into a mush as Izana's calloused fingers dig into her skin and his cockhead is probably pushing against her cervix. She weakly clenches her fists, unable to hang onto anything and just sobs pitifully into the pillow. It's hard to breathe but now all she can think about is Izana's huge dick, coming and getting her drugs. Unfortunately, she doesn't get to as right as she's about to, and Izana stops. "Manjiro are you just going to watch or are you going to join too?"
Maya barely registers Izana's words, too focused on her ruined orgasm and the damn pain in her body that was back. A sob leaves her again. Familiar calloused hands grab her shoulders and pull her off the mattress. Her position shifted and now she's up on her knees, back against Izana's chest and she's still buried to the hilt inside her. In front of her is Mikey, looking at her with an unknown expression on his face as he holds Maya by her shoulders. "She's going through withdrawal" Mikey says narrowing his eyes at Izana over her shoulder
Maya feels Izana shrug behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. "she's been so good so far... I promised to give her a pill after she let me fuck her, but I think I'll give her one now" Izana says condescendingly then whispers sweetly into her ear "Don't you want one now, bunny"
Maya nods frantically and Mikey has a look of annoyance on his face. He's about to say something but Izana cuts him off "Yeah, yeah fuck I know... But we'll start on her little rehab tomorrow. For now, have some fun." Izana bites her shoulder and she barely feels it, unable to take her eyes away from Mikey "Let all the stress out"
So Mikey grabs a pill and pushes it between Maya's lips which she swallows greedily. The pain stops not too long after and everything feels good. Izana thrusts slow and lazily into her and Mikey's shirt is thrown off onto the ground joining the pile of clothes. Mikey's rough fingers caress the skin on her lower tummy and she melts immediately into his gentle touch. Her reaction triggers an emotion of awe in Mikey's eyes. He looks at her as if she's the most precious thing he's ever seen and it makes Maya's head swirl. As his fingers trail lower Mikey leans in to kiss her. She gasps into his mouth as his thumb rubs against her clit while Izana continues with his lazily slow thrusts. Maya can feel Izana's smile against her shoulder as she and Mikey make out. She feels good. Everything feels good as her hands stay tied tightly behind her back, constantly grazing against Izana's abs, nails digging into her palms. "how fucking sappy" Izana murmurs into her hair a little breathlessly
Mikey's thumb finds her clit again and he doesn't stop kissing her neither does Izana stop pumping into her cunt. Just with that, she's brought to the brink of coming and graciously, they let her. Her eyes roll back and Maya moans helplessly and Mikey sucks on her tongue. She falls forward into Mikey's chest and Izana digs his fingers into her waist, pressing bruises into her skin. "fuck squeezing me so tight" Izana groans "Manjiro you want the other hole?"
Mikey stops kissing Maya, staring at Izana in disbelief. "she's high"
"And?" Izana asks as he picks up the pace of his hips, drilling even harder into her making her let out a sob-like moan "It's not like she'll say no"
Maya's head is limply lying on Mikey's bare shoulder, barely registering both brothers' conversation, too focused on how good everything feels right now. Her skin is scorching hot and Mikey's feels cold. It feels good— the way Izana is hitting all the right spots inside her, how Mikey's rough calloused hands are caressing her skin and how he'd kiss her. She's too caught up in the moment to even listen to anything, to even remember where she was and why she was here. Maya flinches when something hot is poured onto her back. "a-ah!" she yelps and Izana just hushes her as he pours the wax from the candle on her back, dripping down her spine
"fuck that's cute" Izana coos and more wax is poured onto her shoulderblades
As more wax dripped onto her skin, painting intricate patterns of sensation, Maya found herself collapsing against Mikey's chest, her body seeking solace in his embrace. His fingers tangled in her hair, his gaze tender and unwavering as he looked down at her with a mixture of concern and adoration. Mikey's voice cut through the haze of sensation, his words a welcome anchor in the swirling storm of her mind. "You're doing well, Maya," he murmured, his tone laced with genuine admiration and encouragement
As Maya basked in the comforting embrace of Mikey's words and touch, she found herself momentarily lost in the intimacy of the moment. The gentle rhythm of his fingers in her hair, the steady beat of his heart beneath her cheek, it all served to anchor her in the present. But the sudden shift in atmosphere jolted Maya back to reality. Izana's presence loomed over them, his amusement was palpable as he continued to pour wax onto her skin with a twisted sense of satisfaction. Despite the pain and discomfort, Maya's senses were heightened, each sensation registering with crystal clarity. The scent of burning wax mingled with the salty tang of sweat, the warmth of Mikey's body contrasting sharply with the cool touch of the wax. As Izana's actions grew more relentless, Maya's body tensed involuntarily, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she struggled to endure the sensation. Yet, beneath the surface, a strange sense of exhilaration pulsed through her veins, mingling with the pain and igniting a primal desire she couldn't quite name. "It's too hot" Maya slurs helplessly
The searing heat of the wax seemed to seep into her very bones, scorching her skin with an intensity that bordered on unbearable. Mikey's grip tightened protectively around her, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow as he glanced between Maya and Izana. "Izana, ease up" he growled, his voice laced with a hint of warning.
But Izana merely chuckled, the sound dripping with amusement as he continued his ministrations with a perverse sense of satisfaction. "Aw, but look at how pretty her back looks, Manjiro," he taunted, his tone mocking "Aren't the little sounds she's making so cute"
Maya's senses reeled from the onslaught of sensations, her mind a maelstrom of confusion and distress. The agony of the wax mingled with a strange, almost intoxicating euphoria, blurring the lines between pleasure and pain in a twisted dance of sensation. Mikey's gaze softened with a mixture of concern and tenderness as he watched Izana's sadistic amusement unfold before him. His voice, a soothing melody amidst the chaos, cut through the air like a lifeline in the storm. "Hey, hey, it's okay," Mikey murmured gently, his words a balm to Maya's frayed nerves. "You're doing great, Maya. Just focus on me, okay? I'm right here with you."
Izana keeps going, drilling his hips into her even harder after Mikey grabs the candle from him and sets it back on the bedside table. Pressure builds up in her lower stomach again and her eyes roll back. It seemed that Izana was close too because he picked up the pace and pounded even harder into her. Maya's eyes roll back and tears run down her cheeks from the overwhelming pain and pleasure coursing through her. As tears cascaded down Maya's cheeks, her senses teetered on the brink of oblivion, caught in the tumultuous whirlwind of agony and ecstasy. The searing pain of the wax melded with an intoxicating rush of pleasure, blurring the lines between torment and euphoria in a dizzying haze. Mikey's heart clenched with anguish at the sight of Maya's suffering, his fingers gently tracing soothing patterns along her trembling form. His voice, a soft murmur against the chaos, offered her a lifeline amidst the storm of sensations. "Shh, Maya, I'm here," Mikey whispered, his words a tender reassurance amidst the cacophony of emotions. "Just hold on a little longer, okay? You're doing so well for us"
Mikey says 'us' but Maya hears 'me'
As Maya continued to mumble incoherently, her mind caught in the tangled web of agony and pleasure, a sense of disorientation washed over her. The distinction between Mikey and Izana blurred in her fractured consciousness, their names swirling together in a jumbled cacophony of sound. Izana's lips curled into a smirk as he observed Maya's struggle, finding amusement in the chaos unfolding before him. Her fragmented words were like music to his ears, a symphony of delirium that fed his sadistic fascination. "Listen to her, Manjiro," Izana chuckled, his voice tinged with wicked delight. "She can't even distinguish between us anymore. Isn't it cute?"
Maya feels herself on the brink of release but also on the brink of passing out. "Mikey..." she slurs helplessly "... can't"
Mikey only hushes her. She can't see it but he's glaring at Izana. "s-shit" Izana groans as he's rutting even harder and faster into her. Maya's eyes roll back again and she's sobbing breathlessly when Mikey's thumb finds her clit again
Izana comes first and she whimpers at the feeling, wrists pulling at the fabric that binds them together. She comes not too long after, vision going white. Maya thinks she passed out for a second because when she comes to, Izana is no longer there and Mikey has untied her wrists and is guiding her limp arms into his black dress shirt he had thrown to the floor earlier. "hey, baby" Mikey murmurs, brushing her sweat-slicked fringes away from her forehead "you back with me?"
She can't really speak. Her mouth feels dry and the high from whatever drug Mikey gave to relieve her withdrawal symptoms kept her under the influence. Mikey coaxes her to drink some water before he lifts her with ease and heads to the attached bathroom. Maya's body isn't aching just yet but she knows when she wakes up she's going to feel like absolute shit. Her back is stinging from the wax and her skin feels sweaty and gross. All she can do now is curl into Mikey's chest while he carries her bridal style. "Mikey..." she mumbles
Before Mikey could answer, there was a new voice. "I'm leaving burn cream here" Kakucho says in a monotonous manner 
Maya doesn't look at him. She just curls further into Mikey's chest, hiding her face in his shoulder. "Yeah, alright" Mikey says dismissively and enters the bathroom
He then looks down at Maya. "What were you going to say?" He asks her gently, setting her down on the cool marble counter
She barely looks up at him when she says "think 'm gonna pass out"
He runs his fingers through her hair and says "That's okay, pass out. I'll take care of you. I'm here"
With that, Maya passes out.
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It's about 11 pm, Maya is fast asleep and Mikey is holding her tight to his chest, tucked away in his arms beneath the blanket. They showered, cleaned and clothed. Izana watches from the door. His smirk widened as he observed the scene before him, a twisted amusement dancing in his eyes. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest as he savoured the sight of Mikey and Maya entwined in each other's embrace "What a sick little head," he mused aloud, his voice laced with a mixture of disdain and amusement "Your love always turns into obsession"
Mikey stirred slightly at the sound of Izana's voice, his grip on Maya tightening instinctively as he shifted to face his older brother. "What do you want, Izana?" he grumbled, his tone betraying a hint of irritation.
Izana's smirk widened into a wicked grin as he sauntered into the room, his gaze never leaving Maya's sleeping form. "Oh, nothing much," he replied nonchalantly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Just checking in on my favourite lovebirds."
Mikey shot him a glare, but Izana merely shrugged off the hostility, his attention still fixated on Maya. "Enjoy it while it lasts, little brother," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "Because we both know how these things tend to end... Especially with you"
With a final smirk, Izana turned on his heel and sauntered out of the room, leaving Mikey to stew in his own thoughts. As the door clicked shut behind him, a sense of foreboding settled over the room, casting a shadow over the fragile peace that had momentarily enveloped them 
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notes: omg I am so late,, I'm so sorry for posting so late but writing the smut was so hard 😭 I hope the smut turned out fine
For some context, Maya thinks she’s been at the beach house for about a week and a half but in reality it’s been 2 and a half weeks.
title is from spider by hoshi
next update is on monday
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𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 𝑵𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑫𝑶𝑶𝑹 ✩ 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑨𝑱𝑰 𝑲𝑬𝑰𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑬
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𝑺𝑯𝑬’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 𝑵𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑫𝑶𝑶𝑹,
𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑬 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑵𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝒀, 𝑨 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻’𝑺 𝑷𝑼𝑹𝑬
baji’s placed under house-arrest after setting a cop car on fire and prior to that his mom cut off the internet as punishment, he thought it was gonna be a torturous 3 months until he finds a new source of entertainment through stalking the new girl next door, who turns out to be a former pornstar?
⤷ disturbia (2007) the girl next door (2004)
⚠︎ : stalker themes but not really, usage of weed, college!au, non-consensual filming (at first), 80% plot 20% porn, unprotected sex, baji is mean and naaaasty, breeding kink, gag kink, face slapping (once), pussy slapping, he records you two fuckinnnn
proofread by my sexy bf & my bsf who were BOTH high when they read this so if this is shitty blame them lmao
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one week of house arrest almost drove him crazy. actually, almost is an understatement; he had completely lost his mind.
the judge did cut him a break by making it a 3 month house arrest instead of 2 years in jail due to his constant arson, all thanks to his mom pulling a few strings, insisting that “it’s technically not aggravated arson” and “wouldn’t do any harm, he’s just a bit impulsive”.
but at this point, he would rather do time than be facing her wrath.
he tried to cheat the ankle monitor’s alarms a couple times, thinking he could just walk out the house like he did once before when he was under house arrest, forgetting that the only reason why they let him go in the first place is because they didn’t strap an ankle monitor on him, since he was just a teen at the time.
the number of times baji was handcuffed this week had cops expecting a call about him almost everyday; sometimes, they didn’t even bother to pick up at all.
hell, this is christmas to criminals. they have their chance to do whatever their hearts desire now without worrying about authorities, all thanks to baji keisuke.
but lately? he’s been leeching off of kazutora, calling him two to three times a day.
“kazutora, you have no fuckin’ idea how much this thing itches.”
kazutora could hear baji shuffling around on his bed, even though he couldn’t see him, he knew he’s elbow deep in some bag of chips.
baji continues to speak with a mouthful, “plus my mom fuckin’ transformed, she’s a dictator now. she took my goddamn xbox– can’t even watch no TV. i’m losing it, i’m losin’ my mind just give me any information anythin’ at all what’s goin’ on out there?”
he could hear kazutora walking outside from the cars driving by and the wind blowing against the speaker, making his voice barely audible. “just say you want us to come over, you don’t gotta complain’ in my ear all the time.”
baji shoves another handful of chips in his mouth, “come over?” he looks around his hellhole of a room. “seriously?” he starts scratching the ankle monitor aggressively and running his fingers under the band.
he hears more shuffling from the speaker, as if someone had grabbed the phone from kazutora, “it’s been almost two weeks, and you didn’t miss any of our faces? i’m hurt, keisuke.” ryousei says, his voice filled with theatrical passion and intensity, he could sense him posing with his hand on his chest dramatically.
baji rolls his eyes, “you guys comin’ or what?”
he could hear another voice coming through the phone, he couldn’t make out what they said since they were heavily inaudible.
“who else is with you-“ baji questions before kazutora quickly cuts him off, “we’re almost there gotta go byeeee”
and with that, kazutora hangs up.
he clicks his tongue, throwing the phone across the room and falling back onto the bed.
no way is he gonna handle being at home for the entirety of summer break, especially since his mom decided to take away every little thing remotely entertaining in the name of “learning his lesson” and to “quit being involved with hoodlums.” as if that’s not making him want to get twice as violent–
a slight jingle interrupts his train of thought.
he furrows his brows at the sound, sticking his head up to look around his room for the source. his eyes land on a long, fluffy black tail trotting around the area where he threw the phone. he sits up seeing the rest of it’s body, catching it playfully pawing at the phone.
baji’s brows twitch, confused about how the cat managed to climb up to his room. he stands up from the bed, slowly walking towards it, “how’d y’get in here.. huh?” he questions it softly.
the cat whips it’s head towards the voice, responding to his presence, it emits soft chirps and trills, immediately striding towards his legs, going in between them to rub itself on the ankle monitor. baji steps back, feeling something sharp against his ankle.
he hums curiously at the unusual feeling, noticing something shining on the cat’s neck, he couldn’t tell what it was from how fluffy the cat is.
he crouches down for a closer look, seeing that it’s wearing a small spiked black collar with a little skull charm in the front, he tilts the charm up and turns it around seeing “nightmare” engraved in the back.
“nightmare?” a subtle grin appears on his lips, he uses his finger to tilt its chin up so he can get a better look at the cat’s face. nightmare sniffs his finger and leans it’s cheek against his hand affectionately.
he gently scratches underneath it’s chin, watching it purr softly with contentment at his affections, until the voice of a girl who sounded like she was calling out for the cat disrupts the moment.
“nai-nai? where are youuu?” you call out, making kissing sounds as an attempt to lure the cat in. your voice gets louder and louder, getting closer to his house, almost as if you were irritatingly yelling by his window.
his lips curls down into a frown as he huffs in annoyance. the cat quickly hops on baji’s shoulder as he stands back up. he peers over the window, looking at you yelling around his house’s fence while he continues scratching nightmare’s cheek. he pauses, his irked expression calms as his eyes meet your distressed face.
the face he was met with threw him for a loop, how come he has never seen you before, “has she just moved in?”
he slowly walks closer to the window to get a better look of you.
beep beep beep
he looks in the direction the noise came from, seeing a big van moving backwards towards the house next door.
he glances at another car from behind after hearing the car doors opening and closing, though he can barely see because of the van blocking his view.
he glances back at you again, seeing you run towards the car, watching your short short skirt that barely covers your ass flow every step you take til you disappear out of view.
. ˳⁺⁎˚ ༺ ♰ ༻ ˚⁎⁺˳ .
“has anybody seen nightmare?” you ask your parents who were walking away from the van, carrying moving boxes.
your mom sighs, her voice laced with irritation, “didn’t i tell you to not let her out of the carrier while we’re moving?”
“but she needed to pee–“
“that’s your problem now. go help your siblings with the boxes; we don’t have all day.”
“i’m not gonna help until i find her!” you whine, following behind your mom into house.
. ˳⁺⁎˚ ༺ ♰ ༻ ˚⁎⁺˳ .
baji sighs disappointingly at the thought of returning the cat, slightly turning his head towards nightmare while still keeping his eye on the front door from where you disappeared. “guess y’gotta go home.. c’mon.” he gently picks her up with one hand and sets her on the window, watching her bolt towards the house next door.
. ˳⁺⁎˚ ༺ ♰ ༻ ˚⁎⁺˳ .
the moment you heard nightmare’s collar jingle, you ran outside, sighing with relief at the sight of her, baji could see your worries melt away from your body as you crouch to pick her up and hug her. he leans his arms atop the window frames, observing the scene quietly.
“where were you?” you coo, kissing her head, noticing that she has an unfamiliar scent clinging to her. “were you snooping in people’s houses?” you turn her body to face you so you could scold her, seeing that she was distracted, staring up at something. you assumed it was a bird until you followed her gaze, eyes locking with brown ones.
his big, muscled arms were visible for you to drool over, seeing his body leaned atop the window frame, staring down at you. you feel the intensity of his gaze as it raked itself up your form, eyes darting between you and the cat. the way he –basically— checked you out made your head spin, making you weak in the knees.
he looked tall, and strong. you could see his big shoulders bulging out of his wife beater, with a couple of black rings on his hand too. and that long, jet black hair.. the cross layered necklace he was wearing.. is he seriously your new neighbor?
“good taste, nai.” you whisper in her ear as she purrs in your arms, you hesitantly bring your hand up to wave at him with a gentle smile. he nods his head at you, seemingly distracted by his thoughts.
. ˳⁺⁎˚ ༺ ♰ ༻ ˚⁎⁺˳ .
It’s an insignificant interaction; he was just greeting his new neighbor, and yet something about you had his body growing hot in a way he’s never felt before, he didn’t wanna take his eyes off of you; he nearly gets lost in a trance until he hears the ringing sound of his doorbell, crushing the tension.
he clicks his tongue, pushing himself off the window frame, looking back to where the front door is, contemplating if he should answer it or not, he slowly turns his head back to look at you again, staring at your figure that is now walking away, slowly growing smaller the farther you go, walking back inside the house.
he keeps his eyes glued to your front door, hoping that you’d come out, maybe flash him that smile again. at this point, he might even kidnap the cat just to get you to come out once more–
ding dong ding dong
the doorbell rings again, annoyingly on repeat this time.
“fucking hell, i’m comin’ i’m comin..” he quickly runs downstairs towards the front door, yanking it open irritably. his eyes are met by none other than dumb, dumber and dumbest.
“damn, you really are going through it.” ryusei greets, chuckling at baji’s disheveled look. his amusement gets cut off by chifuyu elbowing him in his stomach, wincing in pain.
kazutora walks in between the two and pushes the zip to baji’s chest, brushing past him to walk up the stairs.
baji quickly shoves it in his pocket in a panic, “don’t be openly showin’ that around! i got my mom up my ass enough.” he yells at kazutora.
“whatever! you down to roll one right now or what?” kazutora replies, completely ignoring him as he walks into baji’s room.
baji feels a pat on his shoulder, turning to face ryusei. “surprised you actually stayed home this time.” ryusei remarks, referring to the last house arrest he was in. ryusei starts walking up the stairs following behind kazutora.
he rolls his eyes and turns his head back at chifuyu, “what’re you doin’ here?”
“after kazutora told me about what happened, i felt bad leaving you be all alone, the gang misses you by the way.” chifuyu says with a smile.
a shy grin tugs at the corners of baji’s mouth, “c’mon. i’ll be fine; this ain’t a charity.” he says, turning his back towards the door, leaving it open, and walking up the stairs towards his room, with chifuyu following.
he locks the bedroom door behind him after finding kazutora on his bed, openly prepping to roll a joint, with a tray set, and ryusei sitting beside him with a remote, flicking through apple music tracks. kazutora sticks his hand out for baji to throw the zip.
“damn, she even locked apple music from you? how are you even alive right now.” ryusei mutters to himself.
baji reaches for his pocket and throws it at kazutora, “don’t be stinkin’ up my room with that; smoke out the window,” he says in a low, gravelly tone.
kazutora hums in response, continuing to pack a joint, “not worried about the cops who’re watchin’ over you seeing that from the window?” chifuyu questions.
“my mom s’worse.” he sits down on his gaming chair, leaning back, slowly rolling it towards the window where he last saw you.
he didn’t mean to stare at the house next door again; he did it subconsciously. it’s like there was something about you that pulled him in. he thought to himself; it’s none of my business, but he can’t help the need to be curious about what you were doing right now.
his eyes flick towards a figure on the room right across his. coincidentally, your room windows are aligned towards one another, he could see almost everything without trying, almost like it was there for him to look. he sees you digging through your suitcase, throwing your clothes around, searching for something.
you finally pull out a swimsuit and set it aside, you start to tug on the hem of your shirt, pulling it up slowly to reveal your bare back. you weren’t wearing a bra this entire time.
you seem unaware, and yet with the way your body moves, the way you smoothly took off your clothes, the way everything was perfectly angled, teasing him, it was like you knew he was watching, knew that he won’t be able to do shit with the annoying cuff on his ankle.
you walk out of your room with a swimsuit on and towel draped on your arm, disappearing from his sight. he rests his arm on the window sill, pinching his lip between two fingers, patiently waiting for your appearance again, his eyes darting between the metal band posters you already set around your room, the more he looks around, the more he learns about you.. the more intrigued he is.
a couple minutes later, his eyes flick at the back door, seeing you walk outside in your hot pink swimsuit, dipping your foot in the brand new pool, slightly shivering at how cold it is, you slowly start walking down into the water, trying to adjust to the temperature.
you begin swimming under, he sees glimpses of what looks like a tramp stamp and two bows exactly under your ass. he leans closer, trying to get a better look until he hears a loud, aggressive cough right by his ear.
he looks in his peripheral vision, seeing kazutora and ryusei smoking right behind him, with chifuyu crouched on the floor coughing, holding the back of baji’s chair for balance.
“did you even inhale it?” ryusei snickers at the sight of chifuyu struggling.
chifuyu stands up and spits out the window, clearing his throat. “that shit tastes disgusting, i’m not inhaling that!”
“quit pressurin’ him to smoke,” baji turns the chair around to face the two. “grab the wuss some beer- uh, redbull to get rid of the taste, i got a pack right there” he points with his finger, snatching the joint from kazutora in the process.
kazutora turns his head to the direction baji pointed at and walks towards it with ryusei following behind. baji spins the chair back to look at you once more and takes a puff, fully leaning against the window sill, seeing you still swimming. he seems to forget chifuyu’s still there until he hears him clear his throat, baji snaps his head to look at him.
“you know her?” chifuyu questions, raising his arm up to rest it against the wall, leaning his head on it.
baji shakes his head, putting the roach out. “she just moved in next door” he says after a few minutes of silence.
chifuyu forms an “o” with his mouth, he continues staring at you peacefully swimming then looking back at baji again. a mischievous smirk forms on his lips, “think she’s cute?”
“what the fuck, matsuno!”
“your staring at her too much, you’ve never done that with anybody!”
“so? doesn’t mean shit,” baji scoffs.
“who’re you two arguing about” kazutora pops up from behind, holding three bottles of beer and a can of redbull.
“nobody,” baji grumbles.
“nah, nah, nah—she’s not a nobody if she got baji drooling like this. he’s checking out his new neighbor.” chifuyu points at you with his chin.
baji's jaw clenched, crossing his arms irritatedly. kazutora pushes both of them aside to get a better look at you, he mutters, “hold on,” and turns around, walking towards baji’s drawers, looking through them and finally pulling out old, dusty binoculars.
“this is getting fucking creepy,” baji mumbles lowly.
“what is?” ryusei raises a brow, looking from chifuyu’s shoulders, catching you in his eyesight.
kazutora blows the dust away from the lenses, placing the binoculars on his eyes and pointing them at you, he walks closer to the window. his sight reaches your tramp stamp, “huh.. that tattoo looks familiar.”
“let me see, give me that,” ryusei snatches the binoculars from kazutora, he points the lenses towards your tramp stamp, taking a sip of his drink, seemingly deep in thought.
“you don’t think that’s…”
“no fuckin’ way…”
baji’s brows jump. “what? spit it out,” waiting for them to elaborate.
it finally hits them, literally.
ryusei almost chokes on his drink from kazutora’s continuous smacking on his back. “i know that tattoo—that’s that one pornstar! damn, what was her name?” he starts snapping his fingers, trying to jog his memory.
baji’s eyes almost burst out of his skull “HUH?!” baji and chifuyu said in unison. “how many pornos you gotta consume to identify a pornstar based on some tattoo? you fuckin’ fiends,” baji grimaces with disgust.
“i knew it,” ryusei said under his breath, walking back, looking around baji’s room trying to search for something. “you got a camera keisuke?”
“fuck you need that for?” baji spat.
ryusei pulls an old camcorder out from the top of his closet, “let’s get her to smile for the camera. that’ll show you, ponstars are naturals like that.” he walks up towards the window and hits record, slowly zooming in to get a close-up of you. “there’s the star,” he sultrily whispers
his filming was quickly interrupted by baji’s hand covering the lenses. “quit bein’ a creep! turn that off.” he shoves the camera away. “she just moved in your gonna freak her out,” chifuyu says, trying to take the camcorder out of ryusei’s grip until he puts his arm up out of chifuyu’s reach.
kazutora steps in between, backing up ryusei who continued to film you, “hell no this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! you got the chance to live next door to a goddamn pornstar” he said poking baji’s chest with a pointer finger.
baji swats his hand away, clicking his tongue as he sits back down on his gaming chair and pushes it away from the window with his leg, making sure he’s not in your sight when you catch them being stalkers.
“i don’t even know why he got that chance.” ryusei mumbles, zooming in on your figure, licking his lips, feeling baji’s glare burning a hole into the back of his head.
“huh, come to think of it.. i’ve never seen baji even look in the direction of a girl,” chifuyu says to himself, rubbing his chin deep in thought.
“and how do you know that? you stalkin’ me and keepin’ track of who i look at?” baji says bluntly
“i’m not the one who was ogling the girl!” chifuyu bites back.
“i’m seriously gonna kill you.” he jumps at chifuyu, accidentally bumping into ryusei, pushing him to fall forward into the window sill, causing him to flip over and fall out into the bushes.
you jerk your head at the sudden sound, seeing three men peering down into the bushes and then to you, meeting eyes with that raven-haired hunk again. your eyes wander to his friends and see binoculars in one of their hands. were they creeping on you swimming?
they immediately duck, their backs against the wall under the window.
“you two are jackasses, genuine jackasses.” baji says through gritted teeth, pinching the bridge of his nose, kazutora cackles and claps as if he’s seen the funniest thing ever.
“us two?! your the one who pushed ryusei out of the window!” chifuyu whisper screams before kazutora quickly smacks him on the head.
chifuyu looks back at kazutora in shock, seeing him holding a finger against his lip shushing him, he slowly stands up to peer out the window to see if you’re still staring at them.
he sees you swimming towards the stairs, watching you walk out while squeezing the water out of your hair, you feel somebody stare at you and you turn your head towards the window again.
he quickly sits back down, “yeah, she just saw me” he says, laughing in between.
chifuyu scoffs, now standing up to peek his head out to check for himself. his eyes dart around the swimming pool area, looking for you. he straightens himself up and peers down to check on ryusei, finding him gone too.
he looks back at both of them, lips pressed into a thin line. “i can’t find neither her nor ryusei.” he says, shaking his head, walking away from the window to pace around the room in a panic, already assuming the worst. the weed paranoia is getting to him already and he barely smoked.
“fuck you mean ryusei’s gone?” baji questions, he stands up to check, finding nobody there. shit.
“maybe she just went inside, no big deal!” chifuyu says nervously.
baji sighs, “yeah, ‘cause she caught you three stalkin’ her like a bunch of creeps.. now she’s gonna think her neighbors are perverts,” he mumbles, leaning against the wall.
before chifuyu and kazutora had the chance to react at baji’s hypocrisy, the doorbell rings.
“is that him?” kazutora runs to the front door window to check until chifuyu yanks his arm back away from the door before anyone sees him, “what if it’s her?“
“so? not like we can pretend we’re not home” baji points at his ankle monitor with his eyes and starts walking towards the door.
baji didn’t suspect a single thing, he wasn’t even nervous at the idea of you being the one ringing the doorbell, it’s just some girl, he thinks. so why is he frozen in place at the sight of you, drenched, wearing a skin-tight black button-up top with shorts underneath, practically swallowing your ass and thighs, a weak attempt to “cover up”, once again, being a fucking tease.
“i’m all wet.. can i come in?” your tone oozing with seductive intent.
chifuyu and kazutora pop out from behind baji, catching the scene. chifuyu looks at your form and then at baji repeatedly with a confused look. the sight looked like a skit from a porno. you truly are a natural.
baji’s hard-on was unfortunately stepped on when he sees ryusei pop out from the side with a camera, laughing hysterically at the scene that unfolded, clearly, this was all planned to be a prank. and yet, baji seems unfazed by it. he’s barely even listening at the three, mind drifting elsewhere, lingering over the idea of you genuinely being a pornstar, he can’t get the moment out of his head.
he kept his eyes on you, watching you giggle at the two arguing and yelling at ryusei for the prank he pulled. all baji was thinking about was how sweet and innocent your smile looked compared to your former lifestyle, how your strawberry pink lipgloss was glistening perfectly with your glittery skin that came from your sunscreen, how your shirt was unbuttoned at the top perfectly exposing your breasts– the hot pink bikini you were wearing, yeah.. that’s totally what he meant.
you hugged your form from the cold breeze, unknowingly making your tits look appealing. god, if he was a casting director for porn, he would hire you in an instant with him in it. a true succubus in the flesh.
ryusei blocks baji’s view of you with his camcorder, cackling in a way that grated on baji’s nerves, “you should’ve seen your face, keisuke,” he ends the video and fiddles with the camera to watch it again. “you don’t mind if she smokes with us right guys? she got locked out” he grins infuriatingly wide, finding amusement in torturing the raven haired man.
“yeah for sure, she can smoke with us, right baji?” kazutora speaks without a thought.
baji’s stare lingers on your form once more, especially the little cute ribbons that are peeking out of your shorts, holding your bikini bottoms against your hips before quickly breaking it away to speak.
“whatever.” he says nonchalantly. he moves out of the way, walking up to his room without another word.
you slightly pout at the interaction, you hoped you’d get the chance to talk to him more since your closer now, that’s the only reason why you even agreed to ryusei’s little prank. it was so worth the reaction though. you’ve had many eyes on you and your used to it by now but this is the first time you’ve felt a magnetic pull that ignited a flicker of excitement within you just from being checked out, especially the way he did.
it was a challenge trying not to stutter after seeing him opening the door, his wife beater hugging his form so deliciously, his exposed big shoulders that his long hair couldn’t cover had you drooling, and grey sweatpants too? he’s such a gorgeous man and he doesn’t even know it.
“don’t worry about him; he’s always like that,” kazutora comforts, gesturing his head inside, inviting you in properly. a slight jingle sound from his earring. “come on in, after you.”
“such a gentleman” you fawned, brushing beside him to walk up the stairs with the three behind, finally reaching baji’s room.
“you got locked out? you, uh, need to call someone?” chifuyu says, a note of concern evident in his tone. avoiding eye contact, trying his best to ignore your.. look.
“i’d rather stay stranded if you don’t mind..” you smile nervously, shoving your hands in your back pocket to avoid fidgeting.
you look around, checking out his hot mess of a room, he’s sitting on his gaming chair, staring at the cat who’s sitting on the window sill, actually, that looks like nightmare!
“how did you get in here?” you murmur lovingly, slowly walking towards the window, bending over to pet her, unknowingly having your ass directly infront of baji, yeah, no doubt. your most definitely teasing. and he’s not falling for it. he kicks his chair back a bit to hit the wall so he can face the cat more.
your eyes flick up towards your window seeing how it’s aligned so perfectly with his, you look down finding nightmare pawing at the binoculars.
you grab it, looking through the lenses and directing it towards baji, “sorry about her; she likes to explore sometimes, especially when it comes to our neighbors.” you tilt the binoculars down a bit to look at him better.
“no worries, cats’re usually like that with me” he says, his voice carrying a husky undertone.
cats love him too? can he get any hotter?
you both sit in silence for a bit until you feel smoke being blown directly on your cheek. you turn, now facing the guy with the tiger tatted on his neck. “here,” he hands you the joint, “you two can smoke, the three of us might play some video games.” kazutora fabricates, he stuffs his hand in his jacket pockets, “you don’t happen to have wifi, do you? ours got cut off.”
you take a puff, blowing it out the window. “of course, here.”
you connect them to your wifi, and kazutora uses it to his own advantage, putting it into baji’s computer. he sits on the bed with chifuyu and ryusei next to him, he opens up a porn site and starts searching for titles he remembers you being in.
he clicks on the first video that pops up and mutes the volume. you mostly did POV videos since it’s what you were mostly known for, hundreds of videos of you bent over, teasing the camera, every POV theme, you did.
you hand baji the joint, a wave of embarrassment takes over, now noticing how soaking wet you were,
“uhm, where’s the bathroom? i need to dry up.. or at least attempt to,” you nervously laugh.
“down the hall to the left” he rasps.
you walk out of the room, feeling baji’s eyes glued to your back as you went to where he directed.
“damn, is this your girl, keisuke?” ryusei teases, watching videos of you plastering your pussy on the internet. “quit it, she’s not my girl.” baji responds with an edge to his voice, continuing to pet nightmare, who’s now laying on his lap with her stomach up.
“not even curious enough to look?” kazutora questions, his head is facing baji, but his eyes are still glued to the screen.
“'m not interested.” baji says with a monotone, knowing it was a flat-out lie, but he couldn’t give in, not yet, especially with you in the house.
chifuyu narrows his eyes at baji with suspicion, nobody knows how baji thinks like he does. he knows he’s not gonna bother asking them for the titles to watch privately, since he’s not gonna hear the end of it from kazutora and ryusei.
chifuyu makes sure kazutora didn’t put it in incognito mode and secretly moves the mouse to favorite the link for baji to check out later, glancing at kazutora and ryusei, hoping they didn’t notice.
you walk back into his room, who didn’t move his eyes away from nightmare the entire time you were gone, he lifts his head up to look at you, taking a long drag from the joint. you walk towards him to snatch the joint from his lips before he finishes it, you crouch down til your eye level with nightmare to pet her, who’s still on his lap. your current position not helping baji’s situation at all.
ryusei clears his throat, leaning back against the headboard, pretending he just didn’t see your entire naked body, head to toe, in every sex position ever created. “so, how’s the move going with you?”
you stand beside the window with your back facing it, you lean back slightly, placing your hand on the window sill for support, “still going..” you sigh, exhaling the smoke out, you quickly glance at baji, catching him with his head tilted upwards ever so slightly, fixated on you with unwavering intensity, his eyes conveying a sense of intrigue.
you immediately look away, breaking eye contact to hold back a smile.
“we’d help but, uh, one of us is a little spatially challenged at the moment” chifuyu points at baji’s ankle monitor with his chin.
“yeah i can tell, he got that whole lindsay lohan thing going on.”
“who?” baji questions, tilting his head as he gazed at you, the sun peeked through the window, streaming directly into his eyes, casting a warm glow over his face, he squints slightly, his eyebrows scrunching together, almost looking like he’s winking at you. his eyes are so intensely brown it’s driving you crazy.
you giggle handing baji the joint to smoke it, he pushes the chair closer towards you and places his foot on the wall right next to your thigh, trapping you between him. he takes a puff from your fingers. the coconut flavor of your lipgloss lingers on the joint, you would’ve thought he was messing with you until your eyes land on his hands, seeing that they’re a little occupied from nightmare playfully biting them.
“where’d you say you were from?” kazutora probes.
you tilted your head towards kazutora’s direction, still keeping eye-contact with baji as he continues playing with nightmare, watching the smoke curl out from his lips as he exhales. “i’m from the city!”
“the city?” he inquires.
you hum enthusiastically in response, “and now forcefully relocated..” you relax your back against the window sill, tilting your head back, letting the breeze hit your neck for a moment as the familiar sound of your mother’s voice reaches your ears, a shiver of fear creeps up your spine, tinged with the realization that you're in a place your definitely not supposed to be, especially since you snuck out without a word.
you jolt up and duck under the window, your head is now directly next to his foot, eye level at his ankle monitor, baji silently chuckles at you, watching his shoulders shake.
“could you come in here, please?”
you look back at the four, mouthing and pointing at the direction of the voice, “my mom”
baji offers a quiet “mm-hmm”, he peers out the window, looking at your mom who’s clearly staring directly at his window.
“yeah, she’s polite and always says please but she has that tone did you notice?” you say sarcastically, realizing that you're sitting on something. you sit up and find a blue marker right under you, taking the opportunity. you bite the lid off and carefully scribble your number onto the monitor that’s resting mere inches from your face, your hand trembles slightly as you add little hearts around and a cat resembling nightmare.
“uhuh, i know that tone” baji replies, you notice a knowing smirk in his tone.
the atmosphere crackles with anticipation as he watches your every move, his gaze lingering on you intently.
you finish off your scribbles on his cuff and place the lid back into the marker, “gotta go before she kills me..” you get up, dusting off your butt from the floor. you start walking towards the door, quickly saying your goodbyes, and run outside towards your mom
baji brings his leg up to his lap to check out the cuff, seeing your little cute doodles and your number in the middle, he bites back a smile hoping his friends don’t see, he leans back against the chair, pushing it closer to the window to watch you walk towards your front door with nightmare beside you.
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it’s been a week since you moved in, since you came over and wrote your number on his cuff, since you became a tattoo in his mind, and he couldn’t control his urges any longer.
he thought he could ignore the fact that he’s neighbors with a goddamn former pornstar but you giving him a show every. damn. time, you undress has been nothing but hard on him, literally.
it’s no coincidence that everytime you undress you had your back facing towards the window, you do it so torturously slow and seductive, almost as if you were giving him a strip tease every night, you knew exactly what you were doing.
in rare occasions you’d catch him staring and he would play it casual, acting like he’s busy doing whatever he does. but sometimes it’s innocent and sweet, you’d catch him staring at you playing with nightmare or getting ready for bed, you’d give an innocent wave or a little nod and he’d do it back, it’s a cute interaction but it’s still not helping him avoid whatever’s in his search history.
and that’s exactly what he’s gonna be clicking on tonight.
he opens the tab, already overwhelmed by the amount of POV options he could choose from. he clicks on the last video you made, and by a freak coincidence; it’s the girl next door themed.
the video starts off with you giving your usual strip tease by the window, classic. baji leans closer to the laptop, resting his elbows on the table, his eyes flicking between your window and the laptop screen.
you reach for your panties, the camera zooms closer to your ass, catching you linking your fingers under the straps, tight around your hips, you slowly start to pull them down, then snap! the camera pans back to your face from your sudden movement, catching you looking directly at the camera, the camera-guy ducks down immediately at the sight, muttering “shit, shit, shit!” behind the camera.
after a couple seconds of him hiding he holds the camera up, checking to see if you’re still there, noticing that you’re nowhere to be seen in your room until he hears footsteps walking towards the house, he pans the camera down catching you walk towards his front door.
the doorbell starts ringing.
baji’s eyes flick towards your window again after seeing your lights turn on from his peripheral vision. seeing you throw yourself onto your bed seemingly exhausted doing god knows what.
disappearing out of his sight; he continues watching the video that was still going.
“i’ll delete the video if you suck my dick” said the camera man, your eyes lit up at the offer, already getting down on your knees to unzip his pants. you bite your lip with anticipation as you look up at him with glassy doe eyes, correction; looking at the camera lense. you jerk his pants down along with his boxers–
a fluffy feline silhouette appears, blocking the laptop screen with its presence, demanding attention with a gentle purr emanating from her throat.
“seriously nightmare? now?” he gently pushes her off the laptop, accidentally having her tap on the keys from his push, disrupting the video and making it skip to the part where you finally get fucked.
except, the volume was all the way up. filthy loud moans emitting from his laptop speakers, baji immediately shuts it in shame, and from behind the laptop screen it was you, looking directly at him with a walkie talkie in your hands.
you click on the button, “sounds like somebody’s got access to the internet again” holding back a giggle.
the sound of your voice come out from the walkie talkie on his table, seeing nightmare pawing at it, she must’ve brought it here and was trying to get his attention for it.
he grabs the walkie talkie and rolls the chair closer to the window, click, “you could say that.”
click, “what’re you watchin’?”
click, “a continuous of.. something we recorded.”
click, “we?”
he grabs the camcorder from his desk and replays the part where you teased him on his front door directly to the walkie talkie speaker.
click, you laugh at the humiliating sound of your own voice attempting to seduce the hunk next door, “oh my god i completely forgot about that!”
he tongues his inner cheek, emitting an amused scoff. click, “i didn’t.”
click, “what? you jack off to it every night?” you joke with a small laugh.
click, he licks his canines, a sly smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “maybe”
click, “don’t you got a girlfriend?”
click, “says who?”
click, “you look like a guy who would have a girlfriend”
click, he tuts “nah, i never had time.. why the sudden curiosity? y’want me or somethin’?”
you squirm in your seat, pulling up your knees to your chest and burying your face in them. click, “i didn’t mean it like that…”
click, he tilts his head slightly, leaning back against the chair. “c’mon.. be brave, just like how you were last week on my front door.” baji sways the chair side to side with his leg.
you peek your head out from your knees, resting your chin on it. click, “you’re just gonna keep bringing that up huh..”
click, “uhuh.”
click, “what did you mean by continuous by the way?” you say after a few minutes of silence.
you watch him spin his chair side by side as he ponders his answer for a bit, click, “c’mere and i’ll show you exactly what i meant.”
you bite your lip from his boldness, you didn’t expect that from him at all, then again, you didn’t expect him to be shy either, he looks like the type of guy that makes sure he gets what he wants and god does that thought make you throb.
click, “i can’t.. i’m sort of grounded for sneaking out, ever since we moved here mom’s been eyeing me like a hawk, why don’t you come here instead?”
he places his cuffed leg up on the window sill, indicating that he’s still in house arrest, you completely forgot that you’re neighbors with a criminal, another thought that has you throbbing.
click, “how’d you get that?”
click, “burnin’ a cop car for shits n giggles.”
click, “didn’t know i was neighbors with an anarchist.” you tease.
click, he mumbles “didn’t know i was neighbors with a pornstar but y’learn new shit everyday huh?”
click, “what?”
click, “don’t worry your pretty brain, gimme a sec.” he stands up from the chair and walks out of his room, disappearing from your sight, a couple minutes pass by and he comes back with a long ladder, placing it on his window and pushes it straight towards yours.
you lean your head out of the window from his action, “are you insane?! i’m not coming in like that!”
“what? too chicken shit?” he chuckles, successfully bridging the gap between your window and his. he pulls out the camcorder and clicks on the record button, panning the lenses towards you, “i’ll hold it just c’mere.”
you shake your head, incredulous. “you’re crazy–“
“you don’t trust me?” he persists, tilting his head, his gaze fixates on you with such intensity that has you breathless.
you sigh, rolling your head back. fuck it, you reluctantly step closer to the ladder. “if i break my neck it’s on you” you slowly start to climb the ladder towards him.
he grins, his eyes lingering on you, drinking in your reaction to the height as he watches you climb up with shaky hands.
he couldn’t resist fucking with you, captivated by the way your fear only seemed to enhance how gorgeous you are, he gently starts rocking the ladder back and forth, pretending to lose his grip.
you shriek, mixing with laughter, echoing in the quiet night, you bite back your screams trying to avoid your parents attention. “you fucking dickhead! stop!” your grip tightens.
“i don’t even think this fall is gonna break a neck i think it’s gonna kill me!” you whisper scream at him, laughter turning into nervous giggles.
he finds your determination cute, even after his little attempt to give you a heart attack, he relents, “alright i’ll behave, just get over here already.” he steadies the ladder.
you resume your ascent, curses punctuating the quiet of the night. you finally reach his window, breathless but wearing a triumphant grin, he offers you a hand, pulling him into his room with a subtle yet lingering touch.
you both stand face to face, the adrenaline from your little escapade still coursing through your veins, “didn’t know you had it in you.” he toys.
you roll your eyes, playfully pushing his shoulder, “you’re an asshole you know that!” a hint of a smile plays at the corners of your lips, unable to suppress it.
he zooms the camera lense at your cheek, “yeah, think i made you cry a little bit” he teases, his voice softer now, laced with genuine concern.
“shut up, it’s just the wind in my eye” you mutter, wiping at your cheek with the back of your hand.
“is that right?” his hand moves almost instinctively, gently cupping your cheek as he wipes the tear away with his thumb. his touch starts to linger, gaze fixating on your lips, slowly tracing his finger along your bottom lip.
you gasp softly, caught off guard by the sudden shift of the atmosphere, his touch intoxicating, sending shivers down your spine. instinctively, you lean into his touch, your tongue darting out to lick the lingering taste of your tears from his finger.
your eyes lock, lips slightly parting, taking in his thumb in your mouth as you start to suck on it.
he sighs, biting back his groan from emitting out of his throat, observing you from the camcorder as you suck on his thumb like a mindless whore, “uhuh, open that pretty mouth f’me.. all the way.” he flicks his eyes from the camera screen to look at you, you do as he says just from the look in his eyes, like a good girl would, he starts tracing his thumb around your tongue, thrusting his fingers in and out of your mouth, prepping it for his cock that was already bulging out of his sweats.
“suck it just like that..” he says, drunkenly watching your eyes water as you gag around his fingers, he tuts, “already?” you whimper, drooling all over his fingers, “m’ i gonna have to prep that pussy too?” you shake your head, whining even more.
“c’mon baby, use your words.” he pinches your cheeks together smushing your face, your doe eyes flick down to his crotch before looking back up again, soft lips pushed out in a pout, you link your fingers down under at the band of his boxers, pulling him closer towards you.
his grip tightens on your cheek as he lifts your head up, the look on his face when he stares down at you makes you weak in the knees.
“you actually wet this time?” he teases, bringing up what happened last week yet again,
you tease back, “how about you touch me and find out?”
he lightly slaps your cheek shutting you up, making you yelp, rubbing your thighs together after he genuinely made your clit embarrassingly throb from the slap. his hand finds its place on your cheek again, “quit being a tease and do as i say princess” he mocks.
“what does that needy pussy want, huh?”
“wanna suck your dick.” the way you were acting so damn shy and obedient as if you weren’t whoring yourself out and plastering your pussy all over the internet makes his dick spring up in an instant.
“yeah?” he tilts his head, moving the camera away to admire you, the ends of his hair tickling your skin, you nod persistently, he grins wider, his canines poking out of his lips, his hand slides down your throat and grips around it, pulling you closer towards his face as he locks his lips with yours,
your plump coconut flavored lips kisses him back, groaning at your taste, remembering how he first tasted it when it was lingering on the joint. you deepen the kiss after feeling his grip tighten,
he pulls you closer towards his chest, making you stand on your tippy toes savoring the kiss, your hands rest atop his chest to tug on his shirt desperately, silently begging for more of him, his tongue licks at the bottom of your lips. finally breaking the kiss off to breathe, his spit string connected to your lips, your knees already growing weak from the small make out sesh as he grabs a handful of your hair, tugging it down forcing you on your knees, enough to make your pupils dilate at the subtle feeling of pain, he takes a mental note of your masochism and unlinks his sweats, sitting down on his chair, legs spread wide open for you to drool and gush over.
he points the camera towards you again, “what’re y’waitin’ for huh? suck what you’ve been beggin’ for.”
your fingers tremble with desire, squeezing your thighs together getting wetter and wetter from how deep his voice is, you curl your fingers under the boxer band and pull it down, freeing his thick fat dick out from it’s confinements, falling entranced with the bobbing of his cock that sprung upwards towards his stomach.
your hand reaches out to grab his cock, wrapping him around your delicate hand, slowly jerking him back and forth. your fingers aren’t even near touching from how thick he was, a fat flushed tip pooling with pre making you drool at the sight.
you part your lips, flattening your tongue around his tip, circling around it, toying with him– toying with his patience,
he rolls his head back holding in his groans as you bob your head up and down painfully slow, he snakes his fingers through your hair, grabbing a handful of it to push you down further, thrusting in your throat, back and forth. you moan on his dick, he grips onto the camcorder tight, your throat vibrations against it almost made him lose control, he yanks your hair pulling you back away from his dick, groaning at the loss of you.
saliva trailed from your mouth to his tip, making his dick twitch at the sight.
you teasingly kiss at the tip, giggling at his reaction as you quickly got up to walk over his bed, bending over, crawling towards the middle of it. you arch your back, ass up with your head down, you look back at him motioning him to walk over with your finger as you moved your hips back and forth.
he zooms the camcorder at your form, “there she is..” he slowly starts to walk over towards you, he grabs your hips, hooking onto your black lace shorts and tugging it back towards his crotch to grind on you, you arch against him, moaning at the friction of his hardened dick against your aching clit, pushing yourself back like a bitch in heat, “pretty fuckin’ sight, right there.”
he reaches his hand down, skimming up your thighs, spreading it apart more, the hand at your thigh slides up and cups your ass, pulling your shorts upwards to reveal the outline of your plush pussy, you silently thank god you were wearing black or you’d already have a visible wet spot.
you can’t help the blush that consumes your entire face, burying your face into his blanket from embarrassment, “stop teasing me..”
he hums in response, getting a close up of your outline on his camera, “i haven’t even seen your pussy and just from the outline of it.. jesus christ, you’re gonna be the death of me.” he says through gritted teeth as if he was straining to hold himself back from eating you,
he starts kissing your clothed clit, burying his sharp nose up the seam of your shorts. “need to taste you.” he rips off your shorts in a blink of an eye,
“w-wait-“ “i’ll buy you new ones baby, quit whinin’.’”
he pulls at the sides of your panties, letting them go to snap back against your pussy. you whimper at the sensation, greedily moving your hips against his finger trying to get him to touch you already. he tuts, moving his hand away making you miss his fingers, you feel a sharp smack against your ass, “be patient.”
he slowly starts pulling them off of you, you wish you weren’t so embarrassed from your position so you could look at his pretty face, it’s always what drove you crazy about him, feeling his eyes on you everytime you undress in-front of the window, of course you fucking did that on purpose, your neighbor is hot for god’s sakes! all you ever fantasized about was him, him, him.
and here he is, right in-between your legs from behind, recording and staring at your pretty pussy glistening around his index finger, slowly rubbing your slit up and down, his long finger slides up inside you, curling it, the bottom of his palm rubs right against your clit.
baji hovers above you, jaw clenched as he works his hand fast, shoving his ring finger to join his middle one. he whispers in your ear, “you’re so fuckin’ hot like this, so needy for me.” he kisses and bites the back of your neck, trailing his lips down your back towards your ass, lowering himself to be in direct line of sight of your pussy again.
he lightly starts sucking on your now swollen clit, burying his face in your cunt, messily eating you making the nastiest noises, which sends your hips squirming away from his lips, he circles his arms around your thighs, keeping you still enough while he tasted you.
he continues finger-fucking you, hardening his tongue to lick at your clit. he changes his thrusts to the scissoring motion. even though you told him you didn’t need prepping for his cock, something tells him that you’re not gonna be able to take it, begging him to stop.. whining about how it’s too much, the thought of hurting you like that and stretching your cunt out to only fit the form of his cock got him twitching.
seems like he’s not the only one who’s throbbing already, feeling your walls tighten up around his fingers, thighs trembling beyond your control as he holds it down with his grip that squeezes you from time to time. your moans, pleads and whimpers were music to his ears as you climax on his mouth,
you grip at the sheets feeling him spit on your pussy, sucking and tasting your juices with his eyes dilated, taking in the sight of his meal as if this is his last one, cause you truly are gonna be the fucking death of him. his fingers spread open your folds, watching his spit drip in between, clenching around nothing since you were achingly empty, he suddenly lifts his face, coming up to hover over you, continuing to work his fingers into you, fucking your own slick back into your cunt. “think she can handle my cock baby?” he gives your pussy a quick slap!
you clamp your teeth, hissing at the slap, you push yourself up with your arm to meet his eyes, biting your plump lips as you look back at him finger fucking you, the corners of his mouth glistening with your arousal, you nod persistently.
“use your words.” he gives your pussy another slap, “yes, yesyesyes..! please..” you plead pathetically, tears leaking from overwhelming pleasure already and he hasn’t even fucking started.
“atta girl, gonna give your pussy what it keeps throbbin’ for, and ‘m not gonna fuckin’ stop.” he says in between ripping off a condom from its confinement with his teeth and slides it on his cock, you moan after every promise he makes as he slowly sinks his tip in, your swollen plush lips swallowing and clenching him already, “shit.. ease up baby, you’re so goddamn tight.” his head tilts back, feeling you resist him, he hisses trying so hard to hold back from blowing his load right then and there.
he slides his hand to the back of your head, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling you closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around you as his entire length finally sinks into you, you immediately grip on his arms, nails digging into him as a whine leaves your throat.
he pulls out and slides back in, over and over, his eyes glued to the way your slick is already coating his cock, he keeps his pace slow and hard, finding your spots and avoiding hitting your cervix, as much as he loves the thought of seeing you in pain he’d rather watch you squirt from overwhelming pleasure all over his abdomen.
his head dips down into the crook of your neck, biting it to suppress his groans, holding back from pulling out the condom and snapping his hips against your ass, the thought of breeding you is slowly consuming him and he’s trying his very best to hold that back.
suddenly, the creak of the front door of the house interrupts, followed by the soft thud of it closing. baji recognizes his mom’s footsteps slowly approaching the stairs, he suddenly straightens up at the sound, turning his head towards his door expecting her to barge in like she usually would, he takes the opportunity to slide the condom off, slowly shoving his tip back in, ignoring her presence in the house.
“s-stop.. i think somebody’s here.. i-“ he cuts you off immediately shoving two fingers into your mouth, “suck ‘n shut the fuck up.” the worst part about all of this is that he doesn’t stop.
matter of fact, his pace is moving faster than before, sounds of his hips roughly clapping your ass echoes around his room. you try to talk with a mouthful, “she’s gonna hear-“ “i don’t give a shit.” he gags you with his fingers, rolling his waist to knock into you, soaking wet pussy coating his abdomen, strings of slick connecting the two of you as he continues to kill your guts, forcing you to swallow back your screams as you mindlessly suck on his fingers like a dumb whore.
the second he started fucking you raw, everything that was holding him back from brutally pounding you is gone, your pussy’s too damn addictive, he can’t miss it for a minute, god if he was one of your costars he would’ve grown attached to you, making the producers yell “cut” cause he just. won’t. stop. fucking you.
you plead for him to stop, trying to push him back, too overstimulated for another orgasm, you suppress more moans from escaping your lips as he shoves all of his pulsating dick inside your wet cavern. the base of his cock meets your slit to let you know just how absolutely deep he’s gone in.
you were a siren to him, whimpers and squeaks too addictive to hear that he falls in a trance, watching you suppressing your noises like he ordered you to. he’s already planning on rewarding you for being such a good girl for him, ideas about lapping on your pussy nonstop cloud his mind, yeah. he’s gonna make you his after this.
for now, you don’t care about anything else except the feeling of his intoxicating desperate thrusts as he rams more forcefully inside, tears well up your eyes along with your whimpers. slobbering over his fingers and choking on your spit, you clench around him as you feel a growing sensation in your lower abdomen, aside from butterflies.
baji finally pulls his fingers out of your mouth, “speak up baby.” he taunts before tightening his hand around your neck “fuckmybrainsoutfuckmybrainsout please please..” you can barely form a word from the pressure he’s putting against your windpipe, the only words that emit from your mouth are the words of a bitch in heat who’s clit possessed her body, mind and soul, and that’s exactly who you are right now.
“shit. let me cum inside you and i will princess.”
“wh- what about the condom..”
he grunts feeling you tighten around him, “must’ve slipped out.”
he’s so fucking mean, you’d be lying if you said you hated it, especially with the way you clenched around him after finding out that he was fucking you raw this entire time.
you nod, you nod desperately and latch onto his arms when the skin slapping becomes louder and louder with each second that passes, you cry in absolute euphoria as he chases his orgasm, feeling his own climax budding inside of him.
you start clapping your ass up to meet his thrusts, your mind brainless from his constant fucking, focused on one thing and one thing only.
your tits bounces as he jerks his hips more rapidly, he cusses under his breath, catching up to an animalistic pace until you completely disintegrate under him by the time you reach your climax.
your legs shake and your lips quiver, baji takes the opportunity and coats your insides with his load, shooting thick ropes of white all over your walls as you clench your cunt around him, draining the life out of him from the tip of his dick just from your tight pussy.
gasping and whimpering as he slowly pulls out of you to direct the camcorder towards your pussy, watching how his hot seed oozes out of the hole he just destroyed. he gives your ass a smack, flesh shaking like jelly as you push out more of his seed, making it drip down your slit, he grabs your ass spreading you open to give more room for it to ooze out.
“you’re so fucking perfect.. mine. all mine..” he says softly from behind the camcorder, he pans the camera towards your face, you smile into your shoulder blissfully and giggle as he films your bruised and used cunt. “mhm.. only mine.”
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explosivesamurai · 1 day
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why do they always look so dumb 😐
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Actually Kokos the normal est looking one here(well ofc he i-)
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armxnh · 4 months
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i know we just met, but i love you
synopsis: love at first sight with the tokyo revengers men.
characters: manjiro 'mikey' sano, takashi mitsuya, chifuyu matsuno
genre: fluff
warnings: none (i think...?)
masterlist.
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manjiro 'mikey' sano
"ken-chinnnn" the leader of the toman whined at his taller friend. draken rolled his eyes in response, "no mikey, drop it."
"come onnnn-" the said man pouted exaggeratedly, "what did i do wrong?"
"nothing." the delinquent replied taking his wallet out of the pocket of his jacket, "you just don't need to eat twenty-five taiyaki."
"sorry to bother you but there are a lot of people who are waiting take their orders so if you could-" daiki, as it was written on his name tag, tried to cut them off from behind the counter.
for the past ten minutes, the two delinquents were arguing about their order. draken wanted to buy mikey five taiyaki, while mikey wanted his friend to buy him twenty-five of them.
draken turned his head to the cashier, "yeah, so five taiyaki and-"
"twenty-five taiyaki." "damn you-"
"hurry up! unlike other people, some of us have important things to do!" a customer yelled from the back of the line.
manjiro snapped his head to the back of the line, narrowing his eyes at the older man who had just yelled at him. "see now you're making people angry, mikey. 'm not gonna spend ¥5,272 on snacks."
"i need to eat a lot if i want to be taller!"
"for the last time. you won't get taller! you are at your maximum height!"
"alright! i'm not going through this again." a soft voice cut both of them before they could start the same argument they had 2 minutes ago. "daiki, i'll pay for their order- just make his goddamn snacks, please."
when manjiro turned to look at the person who 'saved his life', he felt like he has just died and miraculously came back to life as he made eye contact with you.
you were... pretty.
his eyes were set on you, taking in every single detail he could as if he was scared to forget how you look the second he'll look away.
"thank you, but that's not necessary!" draken politely thanked you as you grabbed your fidelity card of the small shop.
"don't worry about it! after all, those fidelity points have to be used for something." you waved him off, looking back at daiki, "could you also add my regular oder with that, please daiki?"
"o-of course, (y/n)!" the young worker quickly tapped your oder in the computer, a red hue covering his cheeks when you smiled at him.
"mikey, what do you say?" draken looked at his friend, hinting him to thank you, but his words fell into deaf ears as mikey kept looking at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky.
"mikey?" He nudged the said man's shoulder trying to snap him out of his thoughts, only to be ignored once more.
the tall blond dropped the smile as he turned to his friend hitting the side of his head, finally snapping him out of his thoughts, "mikey!"
"um? what?" mikey barely glanced at draken when he responded, his heartbeat increasing when you looked back at him with your receipt in hand.
"i said, what do you say to the girl who just bought you your snacks?" he replied, glancing between the two of you clearly wondering why his friend was acting weird all of the sudden.
"marry me."
ken ryuguji never whipped his head to look at his friend so fast in his life. What the hell did he just said?!
you felt your face warm up at his words, chuckling as you walk past him, placing your hand on his shoulder, "do you ask every girl who buys you snacks to marry you?"
manjiro felt like he was in heaven when you stood closer to him. how can someone be so pretty and be so nice and smell so good and be so pretty at the same time.
"what?" toman's leader came back down to earth when you handed him the box filled of taiyaki. "did i say that out loud?" manjiro mumbled, frowning to himself. before looking back at you, just to see you making your way outside. "hey- wait!"
he tossed the snacks at draken jogging to meet you outside of the shop. "w-wait!"
you turned to look at him, the soft summer breeze sweating through your hair, leaving your face completely out in the open, "yes?"
"you're (y/n), right?" he asked remembering how the cashier called you when you were ordering, "i'm mikey..." he wanted to say something else but the words got caught in his throat when you smiled at him.
"nice to meet you, mikey" you replied before your eyes drifted behind him to the small group of guys that were looking at the two of you intensely, the 'ken-chin' guy from earlier standing with them. "i think your friends are waiting for you"
manjiro glanced back to see his best friends looking at them with knowing looks on their faces, "never mind them- this is- you are more important."
you looked away from him, his intense eye contact making your face feel warm, "you really know how to talk to girls you know?"
"thank you for earlier... the snacks and all..."
"that was 2 months worth of fidelity points- you better eat every single one of those taiyaki" you playfully warned the gang leader.
"don't worry about that..!" mikey replied knowing damn well that he will inhale those snacks. "can i walk you home? it's going to get dark soon- wouldn't want my wife to get attacked or something!"
wife?!
you suppress a smile at his words, "of course, wouldn't want it to get dark at 2 pm, and then get attacked by who knows what next to a bakery."
"exactly! let's go, wifey!"
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takashi mitsuya
"what did you say you're brother's name was?" you asked the crying girl in front of you.
"...t- taka-shi" the small girl sobbed in your shoulder as you gently patted her head.
"alright and what's your name?" you gently asked as you scanned the area trying to find someone who looked like they had just lost their child.
"i- i- i'm mana"
"you have a really pretty name, you know?" you smiled fondly at the girl as you whipped the tears of her face with your thumbs.
"really?"
"heck yeah! it's a badass name!" you felt relief wash over you when you saw a smile spread across the kid's face, "i'm (y/n) and i'm gonna help you find your brother alright?"
"thank you..." she mumbled quietly.
"you're going to hop on my shoulders and tell me when you see your brother okay?" the girl looked up at you with stars in her eyes, you pulled mana on your shoulder, her small hands on your head.
you walked for a good 15 minutes before mana tapped your head with on hand while the other pointed toward an unknown man in the crowd of person, "they're there! that's draken!"
draken? wasn't her brother's name takashi? you wondered as you put mana to the ground your hand grabbing hers just in case she got lost again.
"mana!" a little girl's voice called out as you arrived next to the very tall guy with a dragon tattoo on his head. the small girl that looked very similar to mana hugged tightly the younger girl.
"mitsuya! ' found her" the tall guy called out for someone else behind him. the 'mitsuya' guy appeared from behind the 'draken' guy not long after he called out from him. the purple haired teen practically attacked his sister with a hug, sighing in relief.
"don't ever do that again, mana." he gently scaled his younger sister, "you could've gotten lost and we would've been really sad, al-?"
"it's fine! (y/n) helped me find you!" she pointed her finger at her. mitsuya ruffled his sister's hair, before straightening up to thank the person that help his mini-him, "thank you so mu..."
he felt like the world had stopped moving. like it was only the two of them in the middle of the festival. takashi mitsuya was in a trance. he was simply mesmerized by the sight of you.
"it's no problem, really! " you softly smiled at him, "your sister is a real angel-"
anything else you said after wasn't even registered but the delinquent in front of you. he was usually so good at this- talking to people was what he did best so... why couldn't he utter a single word for you.
his cheeks were red, his palm were sweaty, why was he anxious?- he was hanging on everything you did. even if he felt like he had forgotten how to speak, your voice felt like melody to his ears.
he snapped out of his trance when someone nudge his shoulder. mitsuya glanced at draken beside him, suddenly remembering that they weren't alone and that you were talking to him.
you looked at him with a puzzled look, "are you alright?
your question made him overthink about everything that happened in the last 2 minutes of your meeting. Did he look like a creep?
"i- i- great."
the hell was that takashi? he cursed himself.
darken cleared his throat, holding back his laugh. he brought his fist to his mouth faking coughs as he muttered a small, "real smooth, mitsuya".
you chuckled at his friend's comment, making mitsuya straighten up, you pulled out your hand for him to shake.
"let's start over, alright? i'm (y/n)... you're takashi right?"
draken stepped up clearly expecting his friend to be to lost in space to answer you, "he prefers mitsuya-"
"takashi's fine!" the said man interjected, as he quickly grabbed your hand to shake it, sending one of his pretty smile in your direction.
"i-"
"are you going to marry my brother?" he couldn't catch a break could he? luna asked you with big eyes.
you chuckled softly at her words, "how about this... i will give my number to your brother. then we'll go out to eat something to talk about marriage alright?"
"yes!" the girl tightly hugged your leg as you said that.
"does that sound like a plan to you, takashi?" yes!
mitsuya hurriedly started to look in his pocket for a pen, when draken pulled one out of his pocket with a piece of paper and handed it to the purple haired boy, "there you go, casanova"
takashi handed you the paper and the pen, before you wrote your name with your phone number on it.
"see y'a soon, taka! bye, mana don't get lost again alright?"
as soon as you were out of sight takashi turned to draken with a stern look, "not a word about this, alright?"
"you're crazy!" draken crackled putting his hand in his pocket, "i'm going to tell everyone!"
"draken!"
"as your wingman i feel like it's my responsibility-"
"no it is not!"
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chifuyu matsuno
"hurry up, chifuyu!" takemichi yelled at his friend. they couldn't be late. not for that.
"how come you are slow as hell during a fight, yet you sprint your life on a sunday at 8 am?" the blond joked as he calmly walked behind takemichi with not a care in the world.
"come on! we're gonna be late!" he repeated hurriedly before stopping abruptly while looking around him.
"late to what?" chifuyu yawned, before looking at his friend, who stood there looking around, up and down as if his brain had finally snapped, "you alright?"
"alright stand here and don't move." takemichi moved the delinquent around so that he would stand in the middle of a park- an empty park.
"did you finally snapped or...?" he asked when the time traveler started to back away from him, "are you going to kill me? is this really how it's gonna end-"
"watch out!"
a voice yelled, but it was too late.
a ball directly hit his face, knocking chifuyu to the dirty ground, his eyes closing due to the shock.
it took him a couple of seconds before finally opening his eyes again, only to realize that he was in heaven. the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his life held his head in her hands, her index and middle finger pressed against the front of his neck just below his jaw- making sure that his heart was still beating.
"oh- thank god! you're not dead!"
"are you an angel?" chifuyu mumbled placing his hand on top of yours- making sure you were real, "am i in heaven?"
you let a breathy chuckle at his words, "you're cute- but no you're not dead... i kicked a ball in your face- unintentionally of course!"
his eyes finally focused on you, remembering what had happened. he blinked a couple of time, his eyes scanning your face- a pretty girl's face... so close to his face with her hands on his face and his hands on her hand-
what?!
chifuyu's face became as red a tomato straitening his posture to apologize for touching you without your authorization, "i'm so sorry-"
his head came in contact with your head, making you pull back immediately from the blond. "ow! i told you i didn't do it on purpose!" you groan holding your head with your hands.
chifuyu gasped in horror at his own clumsiness as he placed a hand on the back of your head. hopping that the coldness of it would help you a little, "i'm sorry! i swear i didn't mean it! please hit me again so that we're even!"
...what? now why would he say that?
"what? what's wrong with you?! do you get turn on by getting hit or something?!"
chifuyu panically looked around to search takemichi so that he could help him. when he finally spotted him, hiding behind the swings, the time traveler was smiling proudly with his two thumbs up in the air.
his action making him recall a conversation the two of them had a couple of weeks earlier.
"so... am i married in the future?" chifuyu asked takemichi as he bit down the sandwich he made himself for lunch.
takemichi raised his brows at the question, "yeah-"
"really?!" the blond gasped, with heart in his eyes, "do i know her?! no wait- that'll ruin the surprise- is she pretty?! no wait- of course she's pretty you idiot!"
the time traveler chuckled at his friend's words, rubbing the back of his neck, "do you want me to tell you how you met?"
"no! it has to be a surprise!" chifuyu refused, "wait am i going to meet her soon? is that why you said that?! takemichi?! answer!"
"nah- like you said it has to be a surprise~"
"takemichi!"
"if it makes you feel better- you embarrassed yourself in front of her"
"how would that make me feel better?!"
that sneaky bastard.
"i'm sorry! i don't know how to talk to pretty girls..." chifuyu mumbled looking to the ground, but his face snapped back at you when he realize what he had just say, your eyes round at his words, "i- i mean not that don't know how to talk you! wait- not that you're not pretty! you are pretty- beautiful even! but that is not the point! i don't need you to hit me! just please don't think i hurt you on purpose- i don't hit pretty girls! no wait- i don't hit girls at all! but you being beautifully-pretty is just a plus you know! an-"
you smacked your hand on his mouth, stopping his rambling, the butterflies in your stomach flying way to much due to his words. "please stop-! you're too cute..."
takemichi titled his head at the scene in front of him, clearly not remembering that part of the story your older self told him in the future about how chifuyu and her had met-
but... mission failed successfully... i guess?
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osamwah-archived · 6 months
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gamer bf who's busy gaming with his friends but sees you pouting at him from his peripheral vision and unbuttons his pants, let's his pretty dick spring free and beckons you over to sit on it, and all of it without once moving his eyes from the monitor or his free hand off the keyboard
gamer bf who lands a sharp smack against your thigh, ass or clit whenever you clench around him, reminding you that you can't distract him right now and that you'll pay if he loses. jokes on him though, it just makes you clench even harder.
gamer bf who sees you sitting pretty under his desk, looking up at him with pleading puppy eyes and mutes himself on call and asks you "what is it that you want, bunny?" and chuckles when your eyes flutter to your crotch and back to your face in a fraction of a second, awaiting your permission.
gamer bf who can't help but think that you're so adorable when you're this eager to have his dick in your throat and let's you suck him off while he's playing under the condition that you'll be quiet and not cause any suspicion for the other people on call
gamer bf who purposefully groans and grunts when things happen in game to mask the fact that he's making the noises out of pure arousal and you can't help but feel so proud when you see his eyes roll back ever so slightly or his head falls back, whether it be from your hands, your pussy or your mouth. it was you who made him feel this way
gamer bf who finally excuses himself, pauses the game, throws his headphones in some corner of his room and now you have his full attention. you feel kinda intimidated by his intense glare but it also excites you because that is exactly what you wanted "c'mon bunny, finish what you started!"
gamer bf who won't let go of you until both of you came at least 5 times and are overstimulated to the point of tears, broken whimpers and needy cries, the game and his friends long forgotten. he has only you and your delicious nectars and adorable noises in mind for the rest of the night
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xiao, scaramouche, cyno, rindou, kazutora, chifuyu, megumi, yuuta, toge, atsumu, kenma, suna, tanaka, belphie, satan
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piichuu · 9 months
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♡ SLEEPING ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT
ft. keisuke baji, chifuyu matsuno, takashi mitsuya, ken ryuguji, manjiro sano, shinichiro sano
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KEISUKE BAJI
“are you kidding me? you know you can’t sleep without me, so why even try?” he swiftly begins to collect the blankets and pillows you’ve spread out on the couch, carrying them back to your shared bedroom. “we don’t have to talk about anything, just don’t act as if it can’t be solved.”
you sit on the edge of the couch, watching him putting all the blankets and pillows to their old places. sighs and huffs leave him as he moves around in the room, clearly still frustrated after the fight between you two, but he refuses to not sleep in the same room as you.
it doesn’t take too long before you finally enter the bedroom to find him changing into a pair of sweatpants. “if i see you trying to make a bed for yourself there again, i will carry you here next time, so go sleep,” he says as he lays down under the covers, watching as you do the same.
you glance over at him, staying still on your back with your hand outside the blanket, making it easy for baji to reach for it with his own, intertwining your fingers together without saying a single word. he is slightly turned to his side, but his eyes are closed and you can’t help but smile slightly, perhaps you might be able to solve the fight tomorrow or it may already be solved.
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CHIFUYU MATSUNO
“hey, we don’t have to do all this, okay? let’s go to bed and talk everything out before we go to sleep,” he kneels by the couch where you’re laying, putting his hand over your shoulder.
your back is turned to him and eyes shut close, trying to stay quiet as he keeps speaking, asking you to join him in your shared bed. maybe it would be for the best? would you ever really be able to sleep without him by your side? how can you even stay mad at him when he’s being sweet towards you even though the two of you were yelling at each other only an hour ago.
eventually, you begin to sit up and look down towards him. he reaches for your hand before leading you into the bedroom so the two of you can lay down beside each other.
“i’m sorry for overreacting,” you whisper as you lay on your side, keeping eye contact with him but he simply shakes his head, flashing you a light smile. “you didn’t, i get why we were both angry at each other, we’ll do better next time we’re frustrated,” he strokes your cheek before leaning in to place a soft kiss to your lips. “as long as we solve it at the end of the day, it’ll always be okay.”
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TAKASHI MITSUYA
he tried, he really did try to fall asleep without you by his side, simply because he wanted to respect your privacy and allow you to be in your own little bubble, but he can’t fall asleep. he can barely close his eyes as he can only think about you and how he shouldn’t have raised his voice as much as he previously did. he needs to apologize and beg you to come to bed, otherwise he might break down and cry, not that he would admit it.
“hey baby, i’m sorry for earlier,” he whispers as he sits on the edge of the couch, stroking your leg lightly as you open your eyes to look at him. mitsuya looks back at you for a moment before wrapping both of his arms around your waist and helping you up into a sitting position before pulling you in for a warm hug.
he hides his face in the crook of your neck while holding onto you tightly. “we’re okay, right? i’m sorry for acting the way i did,” mitsuya speaks quietly and you lean further into him, closing your eyes while doing so. “we’re okay, i’m sorry too,” you mumble.
the two of you keep holding onto each other before he opens his mouth once again. “will you come sleep in our bed?” he asks and you smile softly before nodding your head and following him into the bedroom you two share.
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KEN RYUGUJI
he sighs as he watches you try to make a bed for yourself on the couch. his arms are crossed and he’s leaning against the wall, eventually rolling his eyes when you begin to walk towards the bathroom to brush your teeth. ken quickly grabs your arm, pulling you towards him so you cannot walk any further.
“you’re not sleeping out here tonight,” he says and you stare back at him, trying to stay mad as the two of you look at each other. “yes i am, you don’t have any control over me.” “i don’t have control over you but i think we both know that we can’t sleep without each other, so stop making a bed for yourself out here and sleep in the same bed as me.”
for a second, he almost looks unsure as he speaks. he bites at the inside of his cheek, waiting for your reply as he keeps holding your arm, afraid to let go. “am i allowed to brush my teeth?” you ask and he nods, loosening his grip on your arm so you can leave for the bathroom and he can get ready for bed. he still doesn’t know if you will decide to join him or not, but he stays hopeful.
ken slides under the covers and looks towards the door right until it opens and you come inside. you don’t say a word as you lay down beside him and he lets out a sigh of relief before moving slightly closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist like he always does. “i’m sorry,” he whispers as you rest your head on his chest. “i don’t ever want to make you feel like you can’t sleep in the same bed as me.”
you reach for his hand and intertwine your fingers with his, letting out a quiet hum. “i overreacted a little as well, it’s not all your fault. we’ll just do better next time,” you admit and he nods, smiling gently as he holds you as close as he possibly can.
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MANJIRO SANO
sleeping in a different room than your boyfriend was much more of a difficult task than you thought. you have come to the realization of how much his tight hugs and warm cuddles helped you fall asleep at night, how comforting they were. no matter how mad you previously were at him, you can’t help but miss him, even though he’s only a room away and fortunately, he seems to be feeling the same.
he doesn’t bother keeping quiet as he walks through the door and into the living room to find you on the couch, eyes wide open. manjiro tilts his head to the side for a quick second before taking a giant leap and jumping onto the couch, landing right on top of you so all the air in your lungs go out.
you can’t help but giggle as he clings onto you, not wanting to be without you for another minute. he places a few kisses to your cheeks before resting his chin on your chest, looking up at you. “never sleep out here again,” he mumbles before poking your cheek. “or i might die.”
he then proceeds to press his lips to yours for a quick kiss and you nod, reaching your hand to his head to gently brush your fingers through his messy blonde hair. “let’s never fight again,” you whisper and he hums in agreement, gripping your shirt as if his life depended on it. “never again. i wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
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SHINICHIRO SANO
your boyfriend was never one who would yell at you nor raise his voice whenever you did something he didn’t enjoy. instead he would try to act as if nothing was wrong, not wanting to communicate his feelings and this was something you didn’t like. he always pretended like everything was okay as if he can’t speak to you about his feelings, so you eventually decided to ask him what was wrong and after lots of convincing to speak, he couldn’t take it anymore. he lost it completely, yelling in your face and asking you to leave him alone.
perhaps this was your own fault for pushing him so far, so you decided that it was best to let him be alone for as long as he needed. he never usually snapped like this, so you quickly understood that something must be wrong, but there’s no idea in trying to help him when he doesn’t want you there. so you’re now on the couch, just awoken from your sleep as you turn to your side and notice shinichiro sano sitting on the floor with his head on the edge of the couch.
you shake his shoulder lightly to wake him up and he quickly does, instantly looking up at you with tired eyes and messy hair. you move a little so there’s space for him to lay down beside you on the couch which he quickly does. he puts his arms around you and buries his face into the crook of your neck as tears begin to flow down his cheeks. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry for yelling at you. i know you just want what’s best for me and i shouldn’t have treated you like that, i’m so sorry,” he sniffles.
“it’s okay, shin. i’m sorry for trying to pressure you into talking, but it really does help if you would communicate your feelings to me. i always want to know whenever you’re feeling down or if there’s something i’ve done that you don’t like. i won’t ever get mad at you for any of that, so there’s no need to hold your feelings back, okay?” you stroke his head and he nods frantically as he grips onto you tightly.
you place a kiss to the top of his head and cup his cheeks so he’ll look up at you. he wipes his tears away and takes a deep breath as you give him a sweet smile. “are you feeling better now?” you ask and he nods. “mhm, thank you. i will make it up to you tomorrow, let’s just cuddle and sleep now, i missed you so much.”
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dior-and-dietcoke · 2 months
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" MOVIE NIGHT GONE RIGHT. "
starring! : mikey, draken, baji, kazutora, chifuyu
warnings! : 18+, consent checks, gangbang, praise kink, cuckold, cheating, exhibition, filming, sub!reader, oral, handjobs, pet names, readers skin color is not mentioned
a/n! : This is a part 2 to "movie night gone wrong"<3 (an abrupt end btw)
-> masterlist.
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The men in front of you stared at you in a trance, while mikey was walking past them to get his camera.
You arched your back sexily as you sat on mikey's bed with your legs spread and pussy exposed.
Their hot and feral stares made you want to close your legs for just a little bit of friction but, luckily you can just grind down on mikeys bed.
And so you did just that.
Making draken's eyebrow twitch while kazutora was about to drool all over himself.
Chifuyu was leaning over baji to get a better look at your pussy being pressed onto the bed.
You tilted your head as the tiniest gasp left your lungs. "So?..." You looked at the men individually, "You guys wanna be my starring roles this time?"
The men looked at mikey as he opened the camera up and smiled "If you're looking for my permission, go ahead." He clicked the cam on, and the red dot started blinking.
"She's waiting, and she gets whiny when she doesn't get what she wants"
Kazutora was the first to look at you again and spoke up after a big nervous gulp.
"..i-is this really okay?" He asked, reaching out to touch your smooth and beautiful legs.
He was so close to you now that he could smell your enchanting perfume that was dumbing him down even more, tora felt dizzy by your presence alone.
You looked down at your cute tora and lifted the leg that he was caressing onto the bed to expose your pussy even more to the men, kazutora almost passed out when he saw the glimmer of your already wet pussy.
A soft gasp from chifuyu was heard as he also laid eyes between your legs.
Draken was still trying to push his desire to shove his big fingers in your tiny tight pussy away but it was impossible to not think about it when your cunt is exposed infront of him, fuck he knows it's wrong but he thought many times about how pretty your pussy would be but his imagination was nothing to the real thing.
Kazutora got closer to you and looked up at you one last time as if to ask for your consent one more time, he looked so cute, quietly begging for your pussy.
You nodded softly, smiling down at the man "..go ahead" you whispered to him.
To which kazutora just softly grabbed your thighs and kissed them up, making you already gasp and moan. Chifuyu couldn't believe this was happening. he was stiff as a board, not daring to move a single muscle in case this was actually just a dream and he would wake up.
Kazutora looked at your clit when he kissed just next to your pussy, he swallowed the ocean of drool that was pooling in his mouth before he opened his mouth to place his tongue between the valley of your pussy lips, diving right in and tasting you like he hasn't eaten in months. Your hips twitched as you felt toras talented tongue threatening to push into you, but when he went up to suck on your pulsing clit you threw your head back with a loud and erotic moan.
Draken buried his head in his hands, trying to drown your pornographic moans out, but it was no use. He stood up and walked to the door. "i ca-...I can't fucking do this" he groaned, but your whine stopped him in his tracks "Kenny! P-please stay.." You held your hand out as you were now laying on the bed, looking at him with your lustful eyes as kazutoras' head was between your plush thighs.
"Please..I need you, please, kenny" you begged, grinding into kazutoras face, making him moan.
Draken bit his lip, trying hard not to give into your siren calls
"It's okay, ken-chin," mikey spoke up. "I won't tell her if you won't," he reassured draken, to which his heart pounded and sweat started to bead at his hairline.
"Fuck me.." he cursed under his breath before he stomped over to you while taking off his jacket "fuck it." He said sitting next to you, immediately grabbing your face to kiss you as roughly and feral as he could, you moaned into his mouth as you felt draken's tongue against your own, feeling his teeth brushing against your lips every once in a while.
Ken's brain and rational thinking just shut off when the taste of your sweet spit invaded his mouth, his cock was unbelievably hard, straining against his jeans. His hand found your pretty hair to pull at it and keep you on his lips.
Mikey grinned before biting down on his bottom lip, watching his best friend making out with you. You looked so pretty getting ravaged by his two friends, all messy and moaning, legs twitching, your body not knowing what to do.
Baji huffed and stood up before tying his hair back and taking his own jacket off, he looked at chifuyu "c'mon, you wanna stay a virgin and watch us fuck this pretty girl or do you want in?"
Chifuyu didn't really know what to do, honestly. But thankfully, the hungry kiss you, and draken shared, got stopped so you could look at the other two men, while draken began kissing and sucking at your neck "come here, fuyu..gimme a kiss yeah?" You smiled at him with lidded eyes.
You didn't have to ask him twice, no sir. He got up and stormed over to you, kneeling in front of the bed and immediately smashing his lips onto your already wet ones.
Meanwhile, baji got on the bed to lay next to you. Suddenly, he grabbed both sides of your blouse and ripped it off of you, gaining a shocked gasp from you. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart..I'll give you my jacket later, yeah?"
You moaned at bajis rare sweetness and shoved your tongue harder against chifuyus.
Baji looked at your exposed tits and hard nipples, you looked so sexy, so fucking hot. He grabbed your waist harshly as his head went down to lick up from your stomach to your nipple.
Your eyes rolled back at all the mouths and hands on you, Mikey captured the exact moment when your brain shut completely off.
Draken got up to suddenly flip you around, making you arch your back, kazutora was gasping at the loss of your pussy on his mouth, but then immediately sighed dreamily at the new view of your pussy and your ass. Wasting no time to put his hands back on your thighs and burying his face into your inviting and hot cunt.
Draken grabbed your face again as he kneeled in front of you on the bed, his belt already unbuckled and unzipped. Right now, he was pulling them down along with his boxers. Letting his hard and long cock jump out infront of your face, kazutora felt your pussy react on his tongue, to which he just kept his eyes closed and giggled.
"C'mon, baby, open up, yeah?" You complied immediately and opened your pretty lips and sticking your tongue out.
Draken immediately lightly slapped his cock against your tongue as he chuckled, you heard another zipper next to you and baji was now next to draken, also with his huge cock out, waiting for you to give it some attention.
"Can ya take two dicks at the same time?" Your shiny eyes looked up at the men, before you dumbly nodded with your mouth still wide open and tongue out.
You felt bajis cock twitch against your cheek "such a good girl for us.."
Your manicured hand went up to bajis cock to stroke his thick and hard length up and down, making him softly tilt his head back with a rough but quiet moan, bajis strong hand found the back of your head "is this okay?" He softly asked, to which you nodded enthusiastically
He then drew your attention back to draken, by turning your head to his cock.
You immediately let drakens tip slip back into your mouth with a loud grumble "fuck, you feel so good, princess..."
Mikey suddenly walked over to all of you to get a better shot of you sucking drakens cock, the way your pretty glossed over lips wrapped around drakens fat cock looked illegally sexy, your eyes looking up at him through your thick lashes. Eyes quietly begging for someone to finally fuck you, Mikey knew that look too well.
"Flip her over again, she wants to get fucked" the men perked up at mikey's request as you whimpered.
Baji's strong hands grabbed your waist to flip you around, being manhandled into multiple positions made you go dumb and let your pussy feel so empty, you needed one of them inside you, if not two.
Kazutora looked so lovestruck with your pussy juice and his own spit covering his mouth and chin, he gave your pussy one last kiss with a big "mwah".
You felt so exposed, having all the men just sitting around you with your pussy aching to cum and the men's hungry gazes, just ready to fuck your mind into the Astral plane.
But instead, they just stared down at you, chuckling when your hips began to twitch. "See how desperate she gets?"
Mikey chuckled, looking down at the camera displaying your pretty and teary eyes looking up at draken.
Baji then suddenly grabbed your face to make you look at him. "Pretty girl needs some cock to fill her up, hm?" His husky voice asked you while softly squeezing your cheeks.
You didn't even think before you nodded. your body just acted on impulse.
Obviously, all of the men wanted to be inside of your pretty pussy, but they aren't going to fight about it so baji just looked up at mikey, urging him to decide.
Mikey looked at draken. "Go on, kenchin" to which draken looked back down at you with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth and a sly grin as his lidded eyes stared into your glossy ones.
He got up to place himself into position
"Hold on," mikey stopped draken. "She has two holes to fill." He grinned, making you sigh at the thought of having two cocks inside you for the first time.
"B-baji...please," you quietly begged, looking up at the dark-haired man who was more than ready to fuck you in the ass, it was always his favorite part to look at of you, aside from your pretty face, of course.
"Fuck, if you ask me like that.." he chuckled, draken softly put his hand on your waist to sit you up before letting baji help him to hold you up for them.
You put your arms around drakens, strong neck while you felt both his and bajis hands on your soft thighs, sinking their fingers into the plush flesh.
As you were face to face with draken and being so close, he mindlessly started kissing you again. With deep and horny grunts coming from him, his cock was prodding at your pussy.
Baji started kissing down the back of your neck to your shoulder, softly biting down into your flesh. You moaned into Ken's mouth when you felt bajis sexy sharp teeth in your shoulder.
Kazutora and chifuyu just sat on either side of you, just watching you getting kissed and teased by their friends. It was weirdly hot to chifuyu, just watching you.
"So pretty for us, princess.." baji whispered against your soft and messy hair before spitting into his hand to slowly stroke his aching cock, though he was good at hiding it, he was going feral. He could just ravage you immediately until all you can do is cry as you cum and cum and cum over and over again.
Draken's tongue sensually swirled around yours, and his lips were so soft but so firm against you. It was making you feel like you were drunk.
"Want us inside now, pretty girl?" Draken asked against your wet lips, slowly letting his hands run from your thighs to your soft ass. Making you moan softly before you nod.
Draken shook his head tutted at you. "verbal answer, honey.." he reminded you as his thumb was softly caressing your ass.
You put your head on drakens broad shoulder. "I want it so bad.." You then kissed his neck softly, "please.."
He was so weak in the knees that he almost fell over if baji wasn't also holding you, he sighed and looked over at baji "ya heard her," he began before letting baji tilt your head up so you were looking at the long haired man "let's give her what she wants" he said, voice deep and sending shivers down your spine straight to your pussy.
Seconds after baji said it, he was slowly sliding inside you, you found it cute how he was restraining himself. You could hear by his deep growls and moans that he'd rather be having you face first in the bed and him pounding you until you can't even stand afterwards.
A loud and deep moan erupted from his thick throat, "fuck.." he hissed through gritted teeth as his cock slid all the way into your tight asshole. "So fuckin' tight-fuck me..." he cursed
Kazutora grinned, "she's so tasty too, our pretty girl.." he hummed as he got up and took your hand to guide it towards his mouth to suck on your thumb, feeling your long nail on his tongue got his eyes rolling back and his hand inching inside his pants to slowly stroke his rock hard dick.
Your brows furrowed together as your pussy begged your attention as your ass was filled to the brim with bajis big dick.
"K-kenny-" his soft smile made you whimper and whine "I know, baby..I won't let either of us wait any longer, kay?" He said, giving you one last kiss before turning his attention to his cock being pressed against your most holy.
"Please, please, please.." you sighed and whined, baji grumbled behind you "fuck, just get inside her..I need to fuck her"
Draken just chuckled "fine, fine.."
His tip lined up with your pussy and his thick head slowly slid inside you "oh shit- I can feel you coming in" baji mentioned.
Your eyes rolled back as your head fell on bajis shoulder, you felt every single centimeter of their cocks inside you as draken bottomed out.
"F-fuck..oh shit..I've never felt anything like it-" draken groaned as sweat started so slide down from his temple, baji didn't want to wait any longer than he needed so he just suddenly started fucking into you at a feral pace, making you moan with your mouth wide open, letting chifuyu no other choice but to grab your face and kiss you as rough as he could, moaning into your mouth as nothing but the wet sounds of your two holes in a trance and toras wet cock making obscene noises filled your mind. It's like you were getting fucked into another dimension..
Your mind was blank as you already felt the coil in your stomach tightening, kazutora suddenly stopped sucking on your finger and just grabbed your tiddy to suck on your hard nipple, moaning around it. While chifuyu had his tongue down your throat, his kissing felt even more feral than bajis ferocious thrusting.
While you were getting fucked into oblivion mikey recorded every single movement, reaction and facial expression you made.
You are the star, you are the main focus.
Mikey could never concentrate on anyone else but you, anyone who met you could agree. Even draken, who has a girlfriend.
You are just enchanting, making every man lose his composure. No matter how strong they are.
You are a sex symbol, mikey's pretty little pornstar.
Your eyes suddenly rolled back as your nails dug into drakens back, and mikey knew you were gonna cum. "M-MIKEYY!!" you wailed as a strong wave of Stimulation and ecstasy wahed over your nerves and set your body on fire.
Hearing his little princess scream his name as you're getting fucked by other men let's him know that you're completely his.
Mind coded to think of him when you cum.
Completely his <3
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ft; manjiro sano (mikey), ken ryuguji (draken), keisuke baji, ran haitani, rindou haitani, takashi mitsuya, izana kurokawa, chifuyu matsuno, shuji hanma, kakucho, sanzu haruchiyo, hakkai shiba, nahoya kawata (smiley) & souya kawata (angry).
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Chifuyu Matsuno | 26 | PET SHOP OWNER | 5’6 | LOYAL
Jokingly entering a lottery for a luxury couple’s cruise, you were surprised to receive a notification saying that you were the lucky winner! You now have to find a “spouse” for the trip. You’ve considered your friends, but all of them probably have commitments already. And then on the day of the cruise, Chifuyu greets you with flowers. He was so much cuter and in front of you. You settled into your luxurious cabin and began the journey.
On your first night, you tried the fancy dinner aboard the ship, shared your favorite dishes and chatted about your childhood memories associated with food. It struck you when he mentioned he was formerly a gang member, as he certainly did not look like one. you also bonded over your shared love of animals and memories of having owned pets as children, while Chifuyu told you all about the interesting things about these pets.
You also enjoyed a masquerade ball; Chifuyu was not the best dancer but he was so gentle with his movements. He was nervous at first, unsure how to navigate the party, but with your guidance and reassuring touch, he gradually relaxed and even started to enjoy the activity. You took the lead, taking him to the rhythm. With your hands on his shoulders and movements in synchrony with his, you glided across the dance floor, lost in the music and in each other's company just like dinner. Chifuyu was impressed by your confidence and grace on the dance floor. He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for that.
After a long day of exploring the ports and enjoying the activities on the cruise, you decided to unwind at the couple's spa. On the way there, the two of you even came up with a fake love story in case the masseuse asks— you were high school sweethearts. Inside the spa, you settled into adjacent massage tables, holding hands and enjoying the deep tissue massages that the spa offered. The oil worked its magic onto your bodies, and you turned to Chifuyu, who seemed to be holding his laughter from being ticklish. You smiled at him and chuckled as you made eye contact, letting him know that you didn’t mind. You couldn't help but notice Chifuyu's toned body. His toned back and arms were on full display, you felt yourself being attracted to him in a way you hadn't been before.
As the week went on, you and Chifuyu continued to learn more about each other while also participating in the cruise activities, all while pretending to be a couple. By the end of the cruise, Chifuyu couldn't deny the connection he felt with you, and he was surprised by the depth of his feelings for someone he had only just met. It was then that he realized that despite being the one who was rented for the vacation, it was he who truly rented your heart. So when you visited his pet shop, he couldn't deny the connection you had and was happy to see you again. It’s against the rules of the rent-a-boyfriend services, but he does not need that anymore and so do you.
Baji Keisuke | 26 | VET | 5’9 | TSUN-TSUN
As you prepared for your family's Christmas trip, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. Your relatives were constantly badgering you about finding a partner, and the pressure to conform to their expectations was starting to wear you down. That's why when you heard about a service that could provide you with a pretend boyfriend, you saw it as the perfect opportunity to get your family off your back and enjoy the trip without the constant constant nagging.
When you met Baji, you were surprised at how charming and easygoing he actually was. He was exactly the kind of guy your family would approve of, and he was happy to play the role of your boyfriend. Both you and your family were struck by how handsome and charming he was. His tall, lean figure and stunning eyes made him look like a model, but his warm smile and how gentle he was with your family made him seem accessible and likable.
You found yourself growing nervous as the time went on, but Baji was quick to pick up on your discomfort and put you at ease. He asked questions about your family and interests, and he made you a drink before settling into your room for the night. Baji then joked and laughed about things your parents have told earlier, making sure to give you a sense of ease and comfort with him. After all, you will be going on a trip together. You knew that you were both putting on an act, but you couldn't deny his potential of being an actual partner.
So the trip began, Baji proved to be a great choice. He was friendly and outgoing, easily striking up conversations with your relatives. He quickly became a favorite especially to the children in your family, who were drawn to his playful nature and witty banter. He spent time playing with them, telling jokes and stories, and generally being a fun and engaging presence. He was so good at interacting with the children that they started calling him "big bro Baji". He simply made a positive impression on everyone. He even went out of his way to compliment the cooking and offer to help with luggages, and making sure that everyone was taken care of, especially you, even if it meant putting himself in second place.
On the last day of the trip, you find yourself wondering how he was so good at handling family members, and he was more than happy to explain that he had a close relationship with his own mother growing up. He also said that in his career, he had come to see his animal patients as members of his own family. He described how he would take the time to get to know each animal individually, talking to them in the veterinary clinic and taking them out to play and explore. He told you that he believed that the key to understanding and connecting with other beings was to see them as unique individuals, just like people.
You did miss Baji after the trip. He had made such an impact on your family members, especially the children, that he was brought up in conversations even after he was gone. Your parents asked about him, and his absence was noted by the young ones who had grown so fond of him. You found yourself thinking about him often and wondering what he was up to. The trip had been such a special experience for you, and you felt grateful for the time you had shared together. Even though your relationship had been temporary and arranged, you found yourself wishing that you could see him again and continue your connection. So when you called him up for a “rental” again, it was to your surprise when Baji answered with “Don’t worry, this one’s on me.”
Hanma Shuji | 28 | PHOTOGRAPHER | 6'4 | DAREDEVIL
You have been struggling to keep your ex-boyfriend at bay. Despite repeatedly asking him to leave you alone, he would still find a way to contact you, whether through social media or by showing up at your workplace or at your apartment. You were worried about the situation and wanted it to stop, so you decided to hire a pretend boyfriend to make your ex-boyfriend back off. You chose Shuji Hanma, a 28-year-old photographer with a charismatic and handsome look. He also had a rebellious streak that made him perfect to play the role.
Hanma's stylish motorcycle added to the spectacle of his arrival at your apartment. As you rode away, you noticed that your neighbors were staring, probably wondering who the mysterious man on the motorcycle was. It was the same case when you arrived at your workplace, your colleagues were equally curious about the identity of the mystery man who waited for you at the lobby.
Hanma was engrossed in his work in the lobby, concentrating on editing his photos on the computer screen. He noticed the faint sound of footsteps approaching. The sound grew closer, and Hanma looked up to see your ex-boyfriend walking towards the seats. Hanma was not impressed, and he almost immediately approached him. “Hello, I'm Shuji Hanma. You are…?”
“Uhm, Touri—desu.” He was confused, but shook Hanma’s hand anyway, which he regretted… Hanma’s grip was undeniably strong, which turned his skin to crimson. “You new here, huh?” Hanma tried to remain cool. “Eh, not exactly.” The guy shrugged, and Hanma scoffed and took his belongings. “Well, I'll be on my way.” He headed to the receptionist and spoke loud enough, “Good afternoon, can you please deliver a message to my girlfriend, Miss [ L / N ]? I have our lunch~” This was enough to grab your ex’s attention, and he was visibly confused and angered.
Hanma immediately escorted you off the elevator when you arrived, letting you know of your ex’s presence as he protectively put an arm around you. Which seemed to work, because he was only angrily standing there with a piercing glare. Hanma was inarguably intimidating with his fierce eyes and tall height. As you sat together for lunch, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. You knew that your ex-boyfriend was watching from a distance, witnessing you having a wonderful time with another man. Hanma also appeared to be enjoying the situation, and he kept up his loving and affectionate demeanor throughout the meal, like Hanma taking your hand and kissing it, feeding you, and simply looking like a real couple. When in reality, you were also talking about your day so far and telling each other about the usual get-to-know topics.
After you walked out the restaurant together, your ex stepped forward and started yelling about how you could move on and replace him. “And with this twig?! Come on [ Y / N ], is this the best you got?” He chuckled and attempted to reach your arm. As he continued his tirade, Hanma lost his patience and punched him in the face. You were shocked at your pretend-boyfriend's sudden burst of violence, but you had to admit that it was somewhat satisfying to see your ex take a hit. Hanma quickly pulled you away from the scene and kicked your ex’s stomach. “Who’s the twig now? If I see your face again, I'm going to break every bone in your body.” He spat and then led you back to your apartment.
Once you were inside, Hanma apologized for his behavior and assured you that he only wanted to protect you. Still a bit shaken, you knew that Hanma had been there for you, and he did his role perfectly. You forgave him for resorting to violence and appreciated how devoted he had been to you with a generous tip, to which he answered, “I’m not leaving without making sure that guy never comes back.” You were taken aback when he took a seat on the couch by your front door. “And don't worry about the rent thing ♡” He winked. You were pretty sure he just enjoyed beating your ex, but you got yourself a pretty damn good fake boyfriend/guard dog.
Rindou Haitani | 30 | CLUB OWNER | 5’8 | GENTLEMAN, BUT A LITTLE NAUGHTY
You were feeling a bit down about attending the wedding of a college friend without a plus one. Your friends were all in loving relationships, and you were tired of being the odd one out. Rindou was intrigued by the request and quickly agreed. He looked forward to the opportunity to spend the evening with you and to help you feel less awkward.
Rindou was a stickler for presentation, so he took it upon himself to choose an outfit that would make you feel confident and comfortable. He asked you about the theme of the event, the colors of the invitations, and any personal style preferences you had. Using this information, he was able to find a perfect ensemble for the evening.
When you arrived at the venue, you felt a new sense of confidence. The dress that Rindou got tailored was a perfect fit, and the shoes made you feel taller and more sophisticated. You knew that you looked good, and that made you feel even more comfortable mingling with the other guests. Rindou had been right, the outfit had boosted your confidence, and it showed while he was happily your arm candy. As you continued to make your way toward the main event, Rindou couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity with the place. He quickly realized that he was one of the co-owners of the venue, and had completely forgotten to mention it to you. He felt a bit sheepish about the oversight and did not make a big deal out of it.
However, it did come back to bite him in the ass later on. “Mr. Haitani?” The groom took notice of his presence when the couple visited your table. “Pleasure to meet you, I did not see you on the guest list. What a surprise!” They shook hands. “My girlfriend is here with me.” He smiled and held you closely. “You didn’t tell us that your boyfriend owned the venue, [ Y / N ]-chan!” WHen the bride said that, it seemed that the other guests on the table now seemed more interested in you. “How did you meet?” “Is there a ring yet?” It was a bit of a shockwave to you and your friends. Suddenly it seemed as though they were all more interested in you than they were before, and you felt a tinge of discomfort, which Rindou easily picked up on.
“Oh, shut up…you won’t even talk to her two minutes ago…” Rindou scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Wanna ditch?” You were touched by his offer, and gladly accepted. You needed a break from the endless talk about your friends' relationships, and it was nice to have a place to escape to for a little while. Rindou took you to the bar of his brother’s hotel nearby, where you were able to enjoy your own night just by yourselves without having to impress people who you barely know anymore. “Sorry for not telling you sooner, it was exactly what I was trying to avoid…” Rindou knew his way around a bar, and you found yourself in the perfect spot with him at your side. He explained the menu items and suggested a few different drinks that he thought you might enjoy, making sure to cater to your tastes. You felt grateful for his attention, and you appreciated how much effort he was putting into the conversation.
As you sat at the bar, you found yourself opening up more than you ever thought you would. You talked about your job,hobbies, and even a little bit about your past relationships. Rindou was a great listener, and he made you feel comfortable enough to share details that you had never told anyone before. You loved the fact that even though he was a complete stranger, he was genuinely interested in your life and experiences. While he also had a fair share of stories, especially the reason behind joining the rental services despite being a wealthy businessman… Rich people get bored sometimes too, you know…
You felt like you had known Rindou for much longer than just one evening. You couldn't believe how quickly the time had passed, and you found herself wishing that the night could go on forever. As they closed down the bar and left the reception, Rindou walked you to the suite he offered, and you found yourself wishing that you had the courage to ask him if he would like to see eachother again…
Ran Haitani | 31 | CLUB OWNER | 6'0 | BOLD
You have been using your “fiance” as an excuse to get out of uncomfortable situations or company gatherings, but now you are facing a dilemma. Your boss was hosting a company outing, and you knew that you couldn't use the same excuse again because he personally invited “your fiance”.
Thinking quickly, you reached out to Ran and asked him to play the part of your fiance for the whole trip. You were relieved when he agreed, knowing that he was the perfect person to accompany you to the event. Ran was charming, charismatic and extremely meticulous so you knew he would be able to sell the "fiance" ruse perfectly.
Ran likes to live life to the fullest, and he's not afraid to splash out on extravagant things. He's handsome, wealthy, and he has a way with the ladies. “You wanna make this more believable? I’ll take you on a date before our flight ♡” He took you to the finest restaurants and their club, and he insisted on paying for everything. He bought you clothes to bring to the trip, and you took a lot of photos together to show around. And he of course did not forget the fiance scheme and took you to Cartier for ring shopping. You were surprised by Ran's opulent lifestyle, but you were also drawn to his confidence and charm. He's not afraid to take risks or to try new things, and you feel like you can learn a lot from him.
On the day of the flight, you pulled up at the airport in his luxury sedan, dressed to the nines that truly made you look like the real deal. Ran was a smooth talker and a natural flirt, and he made you feel like the most important person in the world. And being the actor that he is, Ran smoothly introduced himself to your boss and colleagues. But you only gave them a glimpse of your ruse, because Ran had bumped your seats to first class where you praised each other for your acting.
During the trip, you were treated like a queen by Ran. He was always making sure your needs were met and that you were comfortable. He would hold your hand in public, carry your things, and go out of his way to make sure you were comfortable and well-cared for. You liked the way he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, and the way he looked at you with a sparkle in his eye. You were constantly getting compliments on your clothing, accessories, and your perfect “fiance.” You knew it was all just an act, but you couldn't help but enjoy every minute of it. Ran was way too good.
One night, you and Ran spent the evening soaking in the bathtub on your hotel balcony, surrounded by the sounds of the sea and the stars sparkling above you. He uncorked a bottle of the finest champagne, enjoying the bubbly beverage as you talked about your actual lives. You took the opportunity to let loose and talk trash about your co-workers. Ran laughed and poked fun at their annoying habits and quirks as well, bonding over your shared experiences. Ran was a natural storyteller, sharing stories from his past and his dreams for the future.; while You were fascinated by his adventures and insights. In turn, you talked about your own hopes and dreams. Ran listened intently, offering advice and support where needed. The conversation flowed effortlessly, with no awkward silences or forced conversation.
Ran was a true professional, and he played his role as your fiance flawlessly throughout the trip. He remained attentive and gave you affection in front of everyone. You were impressed by his commitment to the bit and his ability to seamlessly slip into character and couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for him. He made you feel like you were the most important person in the world, and you were touched by his thoughtfulness and attention to detail.
You were seriously moved by Ran's dedication to the role, even as you said goodbye. He had played the part with such natural grace and ease that she had almost forgotten that it was all an act. You were grateful for his commitment to the bit and his attention to detail, and you enjoyed the fact that you had someone during the trip. “Come on, I can’t keep these.” With his gifts in your hands, you insisted. Of course, you could… But you thought it was polite to offer. Ran’s answer intrigued you, though… “Of course you can…” He chuckled and opened the door of your home. “We still have that wedding, right?” He winked and kissed your forehead before seeing his way out.
Shinichiro Sano | 36 | BIKE SHOP OWNER | 6'0 | CHIVALROUS
You had grown tired of your friends' incessant efforts to set you up on blind dates, with stupid college boys to make matters worse. You appreciated their well-meaning efforts, but you simply weren't interested in pursuing romantic relationships. And so you decided to seek the assistance of Shinichiro, hoping that his chivalrous disposition would be enough to convince your friends to lay off.
You decided that for the cover to be believable, you would need to go on a date with Shinichiro before hard-launching him to your friends. You also made sure that he was comfortable with playing the role and that you had a good rapport, but you had no idea what to do for your very real fake date. However, Shinichiro took the matter in his own hands and insisted you did not have to move a single joint.
You and Shinichiro arrived at the cafe of the main deck in Tokyo Tower, which offered breathtaking views of the city's skyline. You were seated at a corner table, giving a clear view of the vast expanse of lights and skyscrapers. It was a dreamy and romantic setting, enhanced by delicate table settings and soft music playing in the background.
Shinichiro treated you to a multi-course meal, where you savored a selection of traditional Japanese food. They were exquisite and perfectly prepared, and you couldn't help but be impressed by Shinichiro's good taste. You talked about everything and anything, from your childhood memories to your ongoing endeavors. Shinichiro was a good listener and made sure to ask thoughtful questions, ensuring that the conversation flowed smoothly. You were honestly impressed by his openness and genuine interest in you, and you found yourself sharing things that she had never shared with anyone else before. The conversation was so engrossing that you lost track of time, and it felt as though you had been talking for hours.
However, the motorcycle race of his little brother's team, "Top of Manji," was an exhilarating experience. You marveled at the skill and precision of the racers as they raced around the track at high speeds. Shinichiro's passion for mechanics was palpable, and he explained the intricacies of the race in detail. You were moved by his enthusiasm and felt grateful to have had the opportunity to share in such a unique experience, and it was genuinely warm to listen to Shinichiro talk about something he really loved.
And so the day arrived and you invited your friends for dinner at a restaurant you and Shinichiro had found, a Japanese izakaya that you thought they would enjoy. You had made a reservation for a medium table in the middle of the restaurant, where you would be surrounded by the lively atmosphere. After greetings and pleasantries, you finally introduced your friends to Shinichiro, revealing that he was your new boyfriend. They were all visibly surprised by the revelation, but Shinichiro turned on his charm, making small talk and engaging in witty banter with your friends. He was so natural at it, making everyone feel comfortable and included. You couldn't help but smile, feeling grateful for his presence and for the support he had shown you thus far.
Shinichiro was very affectionate towards you, making sure to pay attention to your needs and feelings. He cut your food, poured your drinks, and wiped the side of your lips. And as the evening wore on and the temperature dropped, he took off his jacket and casually offered it to you. It was relieving to see that your friends were starting to warm up to Shinichiro. They were impressed by his chivalry, intelligence, and sense of humor.
As the evening went on, she and Shinichiro grew more comfortable with each other, exchanging smiles and sharing inside jokes. Although your friends were initially skeptical about Shinichiro at first, however, as they spent more time with him, they began to see what she saw in him. They noticed his chivalrous nature and how he treated you with “love and respect”. They were impressed by his ability to hold a conversation and how engaging he was. They praised you for finding a good boyfriend and expressed their support for your relationship. This made you feel touched and felt grateful for their encouragement.
Shinchiro was an older man, but he carried himself with a youthful energy that was contagious. He had a kind heart and a charismatic smile, making it easy for you to feel at ease with him. He was a gentleman, always using polite language and good manners, but he also had a bit of mischief in him. He loved to make jokes and banter with you, and he always had a twinkle in his eye that made you smile. The dinner was a hit, and you were thrilled to see your friends enjoying themselves so much.
Maybe it was the fact that Shinichiro was older than the guys you previously dated and even older than yourself, but you actually enjoyed the extra attention and care that Shinichiro gave, as compared to your previous dates. You found yourself beginning to fantasize about having a real boyfriend like him, who would pamper and take care of you in the same way. It was a nice feeling to have someone who seemed to genuinely care about you, and you were grateful for the experience of dating him, even if it was just a temporary arrangement. Or will he allow it to remain that way?
Wakasa Imaushi | 36 | GYM OWNER | 5'3 | NONCHALANT
Wakasa Imaushi was the perfect person for your plan to win back your ex. He was charming, confident, and seemed to know how to treat a woman. Your plan was to make your ex jealous by spending time with Wakasa and having you paint a picture of a perfect couple.
He was impressed with your predictions on the whereabouts of your exes, and he was always ready to hop on your antics. Wakasa was a natural at billiards, while you considered yourself to be a bit of a novice. Despite this, he was patient with you and taught you the basics, guiding you through each shot. As you played, you stood closely together, with his hand on your back as he showed you how to grip the cue. As you finished up your game, you noticed your ex watching you from across the room, clearly jealous of the attention Wakasa was giving you. This only seemed to fuel Wakasa's desire to treat you like a princess, and up his game for your next “dates”.
As you waited outside your office building, you spotted Wakasa pulling up on a sports bike. It was obviously a labor of love for him, and it was clearly a statement piece— beautiful paint job, modifications, and powerful engines. He even got you your own helmet, and as you took a seat on the back of the bike, Wakasa revved the engine and took off down the road. You couldn't help but notice the looks of envy and jealousy from your ex-partner. You had always admired his bike, which was pretty decent, but Wakasa's was on another level. It was entirely his idea, knowing that it would take a hit on your ex’s ego. Which was right— he couldn't help but feel jealous of Wakasa and his newfound ability to make you happy and sent you a pretty petty text later on that day.
You eagerly showed Wakasa the text from your ex, and his reaction was everything you had hoped for. His expression turned into a proud smirk, and he leaned in closer to you as he read the text. You felt a sense of joy knowing that she had the upper hand in the situation and that your ex was feeling a sense of jealousy. No one could even see the two of you right now, but you were hanging out together in his gym, seemingly having a blast together. As part of your workout routine, Wakasa finds himself beginning to focus on helping you train, providing guidance and assistance as you lift weights. He was attentive and supportive, helping you with your form and demonstrating proper technique. Wakasa found himself enjoying the process and the feeling of coaching someone. You appreciated his guidance and support, and she felt a sense of satisfaction as you lifted heavier weights than you've ever had before…
“Don't fall in love with me, [ Y / N ]...” He made eye contact with you through the mirror as he held your waist. “Shut up.”
One particular day when you got off early at work, you and Wakasa found yourselves on a night out at his favorite drinking place, sipping drinks and enjoying each other's company. As they sat in the dimly lit bar, their conversation grew more intimate, personal, and playful, laughing and teasing each other. With the alcohol flowing, your inhibitions began to slip away, and before you knew it, you were locked in a deep, passionate kiss while you sat on his lap.
You were both surprised by the spontaneous kiss and felt your heart racing as you and Wakasa shared an intimate moment. “You’re making a mistake.” “Probably.” “Definitely…” You remained close together, not wanting to break apart just yet. The kiss was long and passionate, and it seemed to last forever. As you finally pulled away from each other, you both felt a sense of emptiness, wanting more of each other but unsure of what to do next.
As you woke up in Wakasa's place the next day, the reality of the previous night's events started to sink in. You realized that you had made a mistake in giving in to your urges, but at the same time, you couldn't help but want to continue doing it. You were hesitant at first, unsure of how to approach Wakasa about what happened, but you found herself drawn to him anyway. You knew that your relationship was still temporary and that you couldn't let your feelings get in the way of your agreement. Despite this, you found yourselves wanting to spend more time with him, both in your ruse and outside of it, all while pretending to Wakasa’s face that this still meant nothing.
It is certainly not common for a boyfriend-for-rent to give you a monthsary gift. Such gifts are typically given by a long-term romantic partner, or someone who is seeking a long-term relationship. Since the arrangement with Wakasa is meant to be temporary and was not originally intended to last longer than a few weeks or a months, it would not be expected for him to give you such a present. So you were surprised when Wakasa presented you with a small gift for your one-month anniversary. You were touched by the gesture, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt knowing that you shouldn't be developing feelings for him…
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ㅤㅤthank you for renting our boyfriends! did you catch feelings? we don't care! as long as you come back to see them again ;)
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the-atlas-sister · 4 months
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RANDOM TOKYO REV HEADCANNONS BECAUSE IM BORED
Mikey does not fucking play around when you're play fighting. Maybe it's because of his ego or the title of being "unbeatable" but he does not mess around. You have had times when it's turned into a physical fight before you yield and give up. And it you're trying to play fight with him to just get him to pin you down or start something dirtier- it will not work. He just is so cocky and worked up that he will be absolutely oblivious to what you're trying to do.
Mikey also goes on more dates with Draken then he does with you. Draken says their not dates with a scoff but Mikey insists that they are. He says him and Draken are a package deal.
Chifuyu likes to lick you. Not in a sexual way either. You two will just be sitting together, cuddling and reading and he'll just stare at you before licking your cheek. He'll grin when you squeal and try and wipe it off with a disgusted look.
Husband!Draken cooks shirtless. King is unbothered. You often wake up to him cooking breakfast in just a pair of sweatpants.
Naoto shows his affection by giving you his favorite books. He's spent so much time focused on his police work and schooling that he doesn't exactly know how to show affection. One day when at a bookshop for a case, he noticed a copy one of his favorite books. He remembered that you had mentioned that you like hearing about his interests and hope to one day be able to gush with him about them. So he bought you the book and when he came back home gave it to you with a shy blush.
(I love Naoto- hehe)
Kakucho will often just stare at you. Before you started dating you thought it was because he fucking hated you. You often still think it's kinda creepy but now he'll mumble something like... "pretty," as he does and all creepiness melts into love.
Kokonoi bites you. Again, not in a sexual way- he'll just- nom. When it first happened it really freaked you out. He was staring at you and just leaning forward- gently biting down on your nose- not a nip- a whole ass chomp.
Mitsuya has a nasty habit of using the same language he does around his sisters with you. If you work with little kids you know what I mean. Once you were asking him to pass you some hot chocolate and he said, "What do we say?" with the most serious expression. Once you blinked at him and mumble a small, "please," he realized what he had said. He quickly turned red and profusely apologized.
Shinichiro gets genuinely offended when you call him anything but handsome or hot. Once you told him he was adorable and he was so offended. He was frosting some cookies you two had baked and he was just so concentrated, his tongue poking out from his lips. He was just so cute! "You're adorable," you told him with a smile. He told you to never say such a thing with the most serious face you had seen.
Izana likes to kiss your neck. You don't know if it's the sense of control it gives him or just the way it makes you blush, but he likes to randomly grab you by the back of the neck and place his thumb under your jaw before kissing the front of your throat.
Rindo's love language is annoyance. Like he doesn't verbally tell you he loves you but he'll absolutely stick his finger in your ear while cuddling. And just like Kokonoi and Chifuyu, he'll bite and lick you to show affection. You're honestly on edge every time the both of you are cuddling.
Seishu hates being tickled. Like fucking despises it. As in will not hesitate to physically attack you if you try and tickle him. How you first found this out was while you were trying to get a one up on him as you were play fighting. As he was sat on top of you, you tried to tickle his sides. He ended up elbowing you in the face, resulting in a black eye and pretty major silent treatment.
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skelliko · 1 month
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★- Tokyo revengers
๑-context: when you're spaced out
๑-featuring: all tr boys
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• tries to find the place where your eyes are targeted at and then goes down to your eye level to stare at you, in the end it causes some laughter to occur after you realise what he's doing - Mikey, hakkai, akkun, kakucho, shinichiro
• tries to scare you out of the trance by either suddenly screaming or putting a hand on your shoulder with a bit of force - Baji, ran, shion, Hanma, smiley, draken
• times you, he counts the seconds of how long you can be spaced out for and overtime it's grown to be a common thing between you two and you unintentionally beat your record - chifuyu, Mitsuya, kisaki, angry, kokonoi
• pokes you with his finger repeatedly to get you out of wherever you are in your mind - seishu, Rindou, sanzu, takemichi, izana, kazutora
 ♡----
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zerokurokawa · 19 days
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This is my favorite manga panel:
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Ran’s all like…
“oh really?” WHAMM
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theghooligan · 5 months
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chifuyu to takemitchy every time he comes back to the past:
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justauthoring · 1 year
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TOKYO REVENGERS - SPENDING THE NIGHT OVER FOR THE FIRST TIME
includes: chifuyu matsuno, ken “draken” ryuguji, hakkai shiba, hanma shuji, manjiro “mikey” sano all x fem!reader
CHIFUYU wants to ask you to stay, but doesn’t know how.
The words are at the tip of his tongue, and he hesitates, eyes watching as your figure rushes to gather your things. But... he doesn’t want you to leave. That he knows, and the desperation settles in as it grows closer and closer to it being time for you to leave.
“You... You could stay.”
He’s barely registered he’s said it before he has.
And you pause at his barely uttered words, body freezing as your head turns over your shoulder so your eyes can meet his. You’ve gathered your jacket and bag, the former having only been slipped on over one shoulder.
“Sorry?”
Your voice is light, airy. A warmth to it that still, to this day makes Chifuyu’s heart flutter and his stomach to flood with butterflies because how was it possible you could sound so... inviting? So warm? He feels his insides melt when you talk to him and he just wants to fiddle away into a puddle because he loves hearing your voice so much.
“Stay,” he repeats, forcing down his own nerves and letting the word echo in the silence for a moment before adding; “I’d like you to stay.”
Your bag slips to the floor and you turn, facing Chifuyu properly. “You want me to spend the night?”
He nods, eager.
“Really?”
And there’s bright grin on your face now, slipping off your jacket as you make your way over to him. Chifuyu’s blushing while he nods, still unable to form proper words, face turned beat red at your light teasing, but doesn’t resist when you fall next to him on his bed, giggling. 
“I thought you’d never ask,” you admit. “I really didn’t wanna leave.”
Setting a hand on your back, Chifuyu hums; “didn’t want you to leave.”
You giggle, “I’m that great at cuddling, huh?”
And he says so without hesitance, a trace of doubt as he nods down at you; “the best.”
DRAKEN says the words plainly;
“You should just spend the night.”
And the words are so blunt, so matter of fact, that you almost give yourself whiplash as you spin to face him. Wide eyes falling on him as your lips part to say something, but hesitate because you’re not even sure what to say.
Maybe a part of you had hoped he asked, gone super slow while gathering your things, but you hadn’t expected it to be that easy.
“You want me to?” You ask softly, struggling to find your voice.
Draken nods, “of course. It’s about time.”
You were hoping for a little more but still -- was better then nothing.
“The girls won’t mind?”
He shrugs, “they already love you. It just sucks that we’ll mostly have to hang out in here.” He gestures around himself at his bedroom, a slight pout on his lips as he does.
You grin at that, “that’s what we do most of the time when I visit, Kenny.”
“Yeah, I know. Just sucks.”
Leaning forward, you grab Draken’s hand, squeezing it tightly in your own. “You know I don’t care as long as I get to be with you, Ken,” and then, you pause. Unsure. “You’re positive you want me staying? I don’t want to intrude on your--”
“Stupid,” he huffs lightly, the insult teasing as he smirks, “you’re not intruding if it’s you. Plus, I’m the one who asked you to stay.”
“I know,” you nod, “I just wanted to make sure.”
“Come ‘ere,” he urges, ushering you towards him with a wave of his hand. You listen easily, letting yourself fall into his grip as his hand falls to your back, guiding you on top of his chest as he leans back on his bed. The two of you settle in comfortably then, with Draken’s hand resting on your back. “Been wanting to ask ya for a while.”
“Oh,” you mumble, unable to fight the smile on your lips; “yeah?”
“Yeah. Last time you came over, I wanted to. Got too scared though.”
You think back to how heavily Draken had pouted last time you’d come over and eventually, had to leave. It was unlike Draken to act like that, and you remember it both being endearing but entirely too hilarious to not tease him.
Maybe if you hadn’t teased him, he would’ve asked.
“Sorry,” you offer, letting your hand fall on his chest, next to your head.
“Not your fault,” he dismisses easily, “been wanting to ask for a while. Been to chicken-shit. Glad I got the courage this time though. I... I like having you in my arms.”
“I like being in your arms, Kenny.”
HAKKAI is positive he sounds like a bumbling fool.
“Would... Would you...--I mean, you don’t have to but I would like you--don’t feel pressure though--”
Laughing, you shake your head. Making your way over to Hakkai, you set your hands on his arms, looking up at him as he finally stops his rambling to stare down at you. “Calm down,” you soothe gently, “what is it?”
Red in face and feeling entirely like an idiot, Hakkai huffs.
“I wanted to know if you’d... like to spend the night.”
And his voice is so small, so unsure that it almost breaks your heart how nervous he is to ask you something. Let alone something like that. 
Something you’d never reject.
So, smiling brightly, you grin, eyes twinkling; “I’d love to.”
He blinks at that, as if having already expected a rejection. The embarrassment wipes from his face as his lips part, staring back at you; “really?”
“Of course,” you laugh, “why wouldn’t I?”
Pausing, Hakkai hesitates at that -- because really, why wouldn’t you? It wasn’t like this was the first time you’ve come over to his house and you guys have been dating long enough for something like this to be more normal...
“I dunno,” he admits finally, “just didn’t want you to think you had to.”
“Well, I don’t,” you shrug, letting your hands fall by your side as you grin up at him. “And I’d love to spend the night. Didn’t wanna go home anyways.”
“Oh?” Hakkai frowns, concerned. “Is something wrong?”
You can’t help but feel giddy at his concern, how despite how embarrassed and nervous he was seconds ago, it all faded away the second he thought something might be wrong. It warmed your heart in a way you’re not sure you’ve ever expected before.
“Everything’s totally fine,” you assure him, “I just wanted to spend more time with you.”
And of course, Hakkai’s face goes beat red, again, at that.
HANMA finds the morphed expression of surprise and indignation on your face absolutely hilarious.
“Shu,” you say, voice firm, “let me go.”
Keeping his arms locked firmly around your waist, Hanma simply shakes his head. It didn’t help that he had such long arms, that of which could easily wrap themselves around you entirely, or the fact that he easily had the strength to keep you there as well.
Glaring up at your boyfriend, you huff; “I need to go home. it’s getting late.”
Hanma just shakes his head, a fact that causes you to growl in annoyance, before he grins wide; “just spend the night.”
Pausing, your entire body freezes in his grasp; “what?”
“I don’t want you to leave, so spend the night.”
And it sinks in then.
“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?”
The ever say shit-eating grin on his face, Hanma all but cackles, head thrown back in amusement at the fact that you know him so well. “Of course,” he concedes with ease, “never planned on letting you leave. Even if you want to.”
“That’s kidnapping.”
“You’re my girlfriend.”
“Still kidnapping.”
Quirking a brow, Hanma glances down at you; “you don’t want to spend the night?”
Cheeks warming, you huff; “n-no, I do.” Pouting, you turn your gaze away from him, “you just could’ve asked me first.”
“Y/N/N.”
Turning back to Hanma at the suddenly serious tone of his voice, you pause, concerned.
“Would you like to spend the night?”
Instantly that concern goes right out the window.
“You’re insufferable.”
“You love me.”
“Regrettably.”
But both of you know you don’t really mean that.
MIKEY is absolutely confused when he sees you moving to leave.
“What’re you doing?”
Baffled, you turn to Mikey, head tilted; “getting ready to leave?”
And his words make him frown, that ever familiar pout falling on his lips as he crosses his arms over his chest. He slumps back against his bed like a little kid, and huffs. “I thought you were spending the night.”
It takes you a moment to process what he’s said. And the fact that he says it as if you were the one being crazy here.
Raising a brow, you glance around yourself, trying to collect your thoughts, before turning back to the child you have for a boyfriend. “You never asked me to?”
He just shrugs; “I thought it was obvious.”
“Um, no. It wasn’t.”
He perks up then, as if all was solved now that you knew you just hadn’t (somehow) caught up with the obvious.
“Oh, well, then, perfect.” Turning, he moves to grab the manga the two of you hand been reading together, before facing you once again. “Come on, I wanna see what happens next.”
Shaking your head, you jerk back; “I still need to leave?”
“You’re spending the night,” Mikey says bluntly, “I thought we covered that already.”
“We didn’t,” you huff, letting your bag fall to the ground as you turn to face Mikey fully. “I didn’t bring anything to spend the night and I’ll need to let my mom--”
“Oh, yeah,” Mikey agrees, moving to a stand, letting the manga fall back to the bed behind him. “I’ll get you something to wear and you call your mom, okay?”
He grins at you, pecking your cheek softly before moving to his closet, all whilst you continue to stand there like an idiot.
“Y/N?” Mikey calls after a moment.
“Yeah?”
“Your mom?”
When you glance back at him, he’s staring back at you expectantly.
It still doesn’t click in what exactly happened even as you fall asleep in Mikey’s arms later that night.
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Thinking about big dick Chifuyu who doesn’t know how to handle the gift God has given him
You two have been in bed for what feels like hours trying to get his dick to fit inside you and it’s more of a task than either of you imagined. He’s eaten you out over and over, sucking and licking at your clit while putting three fingers inside you to try to open you up more. Though you’ve already come multiple times, it hasn’t been while he’s inside you and it’s making both of you crazy.
“Just jack me off.” He sounds defeated as he starts to move away from you. “This isn’t going to work.”
You grab him by his face and pull him back in for a kiss.
“Don’t say that. We can figure this out. We just have to try something else.” You counter.
He sighs and sinks back down on top of you.
“We’ve been trying forever. I can’t get it in.”
You distract him with a make out session while you develop a new game plan. He’s in the process of placing kisses all over your neck when you realize what you have to do.
“Chifuyu?”
“Hmm?”
His eyes meet yours and they’re dark with lust.
He needs to cum and he needs it badly.
“You just have to push it in all the way. Don’t stop until you’re deep inside me.”
His cock twitches against your thigh, and you know he wants nothing more than to tear you in half. But sweet chifuyu thinks with his head and not his cock so he’s still hesitant.
“I don’t know, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
You've been waiting since the first time you laid eyes on him for this moment and are more than willing to do anything to make it work.
“I can take it. I promise.” You pull him in and press your lips to his again. “Just fuck me, Chifuyu.”
He’s cautious sliding back into you, and when you’re already gasping and wriggling away when he’s only a third of the way in, you feel him start to draw back.
“No! Don’t stop. I can take it, I promise!” You plead, though he’s already almost stretched you to your typical limit.
“Are you sure?” His eyebrows furrow and you notice a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. His arms are on either side of you and the veins are threatening to burst through skin.
He’s using all his strength to hold back from slamming all the way into you.
“Yes! Just keep going.”
He nods working himself in a little deeper.
You involuntarily shriek at the sensation of being filled up and stretched more than you ever thought possible but you tell him to keep going so he does.
Soon you’re a complete mess beneath him. A moaning, screaming, watery eyed mess begging him to go deeper.
When he’s finally mostly inside you, he’s pressing kisses all over your face, brushing your hair aside, and apologizing.
“I’m sorry…fuck, I know it’s big. I’m sorry…you just feel so fucking good…”
He’s alternating between apologizing and thrusting deeper when, by some divine miracle, you open up fully for him and he slips the rest of the way into you.
Both of you are surprised and when your eyes meet his you see something has changed within him.
The sweet cautious man who was too scared to fuck you is gone and he’s been replaced with someone far more devious.
A low growl escapes him as he lowers himself so that his mouth is near your ear. He leans in close and whispers “I’m going to make this pussy mine.”
Then he lets you have all the sexual energy he’s been holding back. He’s got your legs up on his shoulders, pounding down into you while you cry out his name over and over.
The more you moan and scream his name the harder he fucks you.
“You take this big cock even better than I thought you would. Fuck- You like being used like this don’t you?”
You can barely believe THIS is the same person who was too shy to kiss you first.
Now he’s on top of you talking like he invented sex.
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