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b0nten · 6 months

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HOW ARE BABIES MADE?

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ ran, rindou, sanzu, takeomi, kakucho, mikey and izana being asked by their children how babies are made.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ reader is implied to be fem, reader is called “mother”, “mommy” etc. this was so fun to write!!! thank you anon for requesting <3 also, i used tenjiku&bonten characters but everything’s taking place in the final timeline.

RAN is definitely the type to try to explain the entire thing, without any second thoughts whatsoever. He’d definitely hear the question, and open his mouth but before gets to say ‘sex’ he feels a book flat against his head. “what do you think you’re doing?” you whisper-yell from the kitchen, curry udon long forgotten on the stove. “explaining to your daughter how she spawned into the world?” he answers, dodging another decor item that you aimed toward him. upon asking, dramatically and over-exaggeratedly of course, so offended because he just doesn’t know what he was doing wrong, you just stare at him. “we agreed to tell her when she’s 14. she doesn’t even know boys have dicks and you want to explain the entirety of sex and how it goes to her? do you even know how it works?” he sighs, defeated, “let’s go eat, sweetheart, i think i made mommy a lil mad.” he says, picking up his daughter, “that last part was uncalled for, by the way.” “suck it up, mr. club owner. ”

meanwhile, RINDOU simply freezes: “daddy, how are babies made?” what? excuse him? oh my lord, he did not expect this to happen this early. why the hell is his five year old son asking him about coital activity, right when you’re not around? fuck him (himself), fuck this situation, fuck you for not being around right now (both figuratively and literally). “you see! when… uhm.. when two people love each other and they kiss, they make a baby!” he mentally face-palms for what the fuck he just said. “so you can’t kiss girls until you’re twenty-one, yeah?” finally, thankfully, his phone rings, and thank the heavens it’s you. “oh my god, y/n—” “rindou, what did i just hear on the baby cam?” “haha, my love! funny story!!!!”

SANZU just goes feral. he’s having a fucking anxiety attack or whatever so he just texts you while your daughter asks her daddy about how babies are made.

TAKEOMI plays it safe, using the infamous stork. “and it just comes flying?” “yeah, it carries a little basket with its beak and gives it to us!” he smiles, playing into his baby girl’s fantasy. “you sound just like my parents.” you smile and his gaze averts to yours, from his seat on the living room carpet. “well, your own stories inspired me, because, to be honest, i was about to shit myself.” “daddy!” the little one yells, stretching out her palm, “1000 yen!” and her father exasperates “god put me out of this misery of only being an atm, you’re just like your mother. ow! what’d i deserve that punch for?”

KAKUCHO handles it like a pro. “papa.” one of his little girls walks up to him, younger twin following her right behind. “yes, pretty girl?” he straightens his back and crouches down, still sitting on the couch. “how are babies made, papa?” the shyer one asks and his face drops for a split second. “i promise to tell you when you’re older, right now it’s classified information!” he jokes, and the girls giggle. “now… who wants to watch doraemon!!” he does the jazz hands and the twins jump into his lap. not long after, you sit down next to them. “if i didn’t know any better, i would have said you rehearsed those lines from the moment you were born.” you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. he wraps an arm around you, chuckling, and kisses the crown of your head.

if there’s someone (who thinks they’re) escaping this question, it’s MIKEY. “ ‘tou-chan, how are babies made?” blond locks spin toward him, and the big eyes of his daughter look him up and down. “ ‘tou-chan?” she says again, a bit annoyed. mikey sacrifices the motorbike races he’s watching and looks back at her. “ask ‘kaa-chan, i’m not really good at biology.” he smiles when she jumps from her place and runs into your bedroom, where you’re blow-drying your hair. confident that he’s just dodged a bullet, manjiro returns to his priority — the tv. moments later you storm in, hair half wet, still in your bath robe with the kid in your arms, visibly furious. he knows he’s dodged a bullet but is about to get hit by a cannon.

IZANA is at the dining table doing some paper-work for tenjiku and you’re watching tv when your oldest marches into the kitchen, determined. “daddy.” the blond looks up, eyeing back at the spitting image of himself. “yes?” he answers, and you also look back to see what’s going on. slamming a big book on the table, the toddler points to the cover “how are babies made?” you burst out laughing and your husband snatches the book away, making you laugh hysterically. “where’d you find this?!” he questions, and his forehead is already soaked with sweat and he wants to bury himself into the ground. “your office.” he can’t believe his five year old son walked in there and just so happened to find this book: effective positions for baby-making. his cheeks redden and he scans the room to find you and request your help, but he’s greeted with the sight of you rolling around on the living room floor, trying to calm your laughter down. yay.

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musei-thoughts · 4 months

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𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. [𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳]

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𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙢

(𝘯.) 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦

"𝙃𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙪𝙥 𝙍𝙖𝙣! 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮!"

The night pulsed with danger as Rindou's frantic voice cut through the tension, "I'm trying. The road is packed. Damn it."

In a chaotic symphony of adrenaline, Rindou reloaded his pistol. The bullets from the enemy rained down on them, trying to get them off their tail.

"Shit. They have more men?!" Sanzu yelled, dodging the bullets as more cars with shooters began to fire at them.

"Hold on, I'm gonna try to get past these trucks!" Koko paled, seeing the slim chance of the car slipping in between the two trucks ahead of them. "Are you kidding?! There's no way it would fit!!" He screeched, grabbing onto the sides of the car for dear life.

“That’s what she said.” The Haitani’s said in unison.

"If I die I want you to delete my search history for me, bro." Ran muttered, shedding a fake tear.

"HOW THE HELL AM I GONNA DELETE IT IF I DIE TOO?!"

Ran thought for a moment. "Oh well. Then let me confess that I wore your tongs."

"I DON'T HAVE TONGS!" Rindou retaliated.

"I do."

The two Haitanis turned their attention to Sanzu, who was glaring at Ran. "Well, shit. Let's talk about this after we've dealt with these imbeciles."

With that, he focused on the road and sped up. As the trucks got closer, the distance between it grew smaller.

Rindou gripped on his seatbelt while Sanzu hugged Koko’s arm, dialing Takeomi.

"HEY OLD MAN! BEFORE RAN KILLS US I JUST WANT TO TELL YOU I WAS THE REASON YOUR DATE DITCHED YOU IN HIGHSCHOOL! I TOLD HER THAT YOU LIKED FURRIES IN MAID OUTFITS! BYE."

"Why you fucki-"

"ALSO, I'M GRANMA'S FAVORITE GRANDBABY. BYE." He hangs up, hugging Koko's arm tighter when they were only a few feet away from the trucks.

"TELL AKANE I LOVE HER. AND IM SORRY FOR FUCKIN HER BROTHER. I COULDN'T HELP IT, HE LOOKED SO MUCH LIKE HER." Koko added to their pitiful confessions, crying like a bitch.

The three gave him a ‘wtf’ look, "Tell her that yourself when we get there dude." Koko rolled his eyes at them and flipped them off.

The tension escalated as they hurtled toward the narrow gap. Koko, gripping his seatbelt, exchanged a glance with Sanzu, both silently praying for survival. Ran focuses on the road for the umpteenth time, relaxing his shoulders and begins taking deep breaths.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Don't choke on your spit now, Ran.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale-

"*cough cough* w-water...Rin..water..." He choked, struggling to breathe.

He turned around towards Rindou, his eyes pleading. "WHERE THE FUCK WILL I GET WATER?!"

"There's apple juice here." Sanzu said, handing them a bottle of 'apple juice'.

"Thanks." Ran takes a big sip, coughing out as soon as he tasted the bitter taste of the ‘drink’. “oh, wait, it’s gasoline.” Sanzu states after reading the bottle’s label. “My bad.”

Ran wipes his mouth, regaining his composure as they neared the trucks. The Bonten men closes their eyes shut, waiting for the next thing to happen.

"Are we in heaven now?" Sanzu asks, afraid to open his eyes.

"We're criminals Sanzu, what the hell do you mean- RAN DUCK!"

Ran, who stupidly had closed his eyes, opens them and turns the wheel at the last minute, dodging the crossing duck in the nick of time.

"We're alive...." Rindou pants. "WE'RE ALIVE!" He exclaimed, slumping into his seat, relief washing over him. Koko, however, passed out, his face paler than his hair as his soul threatened to leave his body.

Sanzu's maniacal laughter broke the moment, "Fuck...that...turned me on." His adrenaline-fueled amusement clashed with the others' disbelief as he leaned back into his seat, the excitement between his legs in full display.

Rindou gave him a side eye from the rear mirror, "Sanzu, what the actual fuck.”

"Where are those bastards?" Ran whispered under his breath, unable to detect the rival gang’s vehicles. "Those fuckers got lucky."

"WE CAN'T STOP NOW! THEY HAVE MY DRUGS!" Sanzu whined, pulling on his hair out of irritation.

They have been chasing this white BMW for almost an hour now, the men behind it were a new and uprising gang called Sigma. They decided to blow a low move and stole samples of a special drug that was personally made for Bonten along with other drugs like Methamphetamine.

Koko soon regains consciousness, holding his head in his hand while leaning on the driver's seat. "I'm gonna throw up."

Ran looked back, noticing Koko's pale face. He quickly grabbed a plastic bag from the glovebox, gave it to the poor male before his phone out of his jacket pocket and called Kakucho.

After some shuffling, Kakucho came through the line. "Hey Ran, what's up? Where are you?"

"We found those damn bastards but they got away." Ran explained.

The male on the other line let out a sigh, "Where are you guys?"

"Near the city limits. We lost sight of it awhile ago but there's still a good chance that they’re still around."

There was shuffling again and then Kakucho finally spoke up. "I'll do what I can. For now, get back to HQ. Mikey wants you back."

"Got it." Ran hung up, leaving the car in silence, except for Koko who was puking his stomach out. Poor guy.

Now, they were stuck in traffic. It was also getting dark as the street lamps slowly began to light up. A car behind them honks at them, trying to make them move. Rindou angrily glared over at the car, flipping them off.

"Can't they fucking see that we're in the middle of a traffic?"

The line of cars moved slowly, boring the four men out of their wits. Koko was passed out once more in the back, hoping that he could sleep the nausea off.

They all stared at the road, hoping to catch a glimpse of any sign of movement.

But no.

They were stuck.

Out of boredom, Rindou played DDLC on his phone while Sanzu was getting high from the remaining pills that he had on hand, thinking of different ways on how he could torture those men from Sigma once they catch them.

An hour had passed yet they barely moved. They were still on the same road. "What the hell is going on?" Ran clicked his tongue, honking on the car's horn.

He closed his eyes to calm himself, stepping on the pedal everytime the traffic moved by an inch or so. 'Calm down, Ran. Think of your happy place...' he tells himself, imagining himself in ponyville, playing with pinkie pie and rainbowdash.

Ran opened his eyes and as if thinking about ponies did something, the traffic began to move. 'Yes! The magic of friendship does work!'

*Crash*

'Or not...'

As the traffic came to a sudden halt, Ran glanced at the lane beside them. The loud crashing sound came from a white Mercedes smashing against the back of a black Bugatti Atalante, ruining the beautiful paint job on the expensive car.

The Bonten men glanced at the accident, pretty uninterested till a woman steps out of the expensive car. Her presence attracted the men, as she walked towards the white Mercedes with the sound of her heels against the asphalt road echoing through the traffic.

She wore a black dress that hugged her body confidently showing her beautiful curves along with a lower neckline which exposes an ample amount of cleavage. Her head was adorned with a black sun hat while leather gloves covered her petite hands, giving her an elegant and eye catching look.

The driver of the white car exits his car with an aggravated look till his eyes lands on her. Seeing that it was ‘just’ a woman, he smirks at himself, knowing that he could deal with this situation easily.

Interested in the drama—well, most likely on the woman—Ran rolled the window down to eavesdrop.

2ND POV

"Sir, It would be better for you to cooperate and provide me your information in order for me to charge you with the damage that you caused to my car." Your sultry voice was calm yet stern as you stared up at the man who loomed over your figure.

"What are you going to do about it, little lady?"

Your eyes narrowed as your lips formed into a thin line. "Sir, heed my words. Cooperate, or I will call the authorities." your cold tone didn't waver in the slightest and your eyes never left his own, glaring at him intensely.

The man scoffs at your confidence, belittling you. "And what makes you think I'm going to listen to you, huh?" he spat in a low tone, grabbing you by the arm.

In an instant, the man was pinned against the hood of Bonten' car with his hands tightly held in your grasp.

Rindou and Sanzu (who was currently high from xanax) gaped at the scene unfolding before their eyes. They shared an amused and excited glance at each other before shortly after, they childishly began to cheer you on, "Beat him up! Beat him up!" Their chaos was unnoticed by you due to the tinted glass and partially closed windows.

"Might I tell you, this car belongs to the Ootori's. From the looks of the uniform of the woman in your car, she works for them doesn’t she? It would be a shame if your partner wouldn’t have a job to come back to If ever they heard that you caused such damage to the family's precious car." You whispered in his ear threateningly.

At the mention of the successful and powerful family's name, the said woman frantically comes out of the car, "Tori, just listen to her! I swear if I lose my job because of you, it's over for the both of us, you imbecile!!"

Tori, the perpetrator, clicked his tongue in defeat, giving you his contact information before heading back to his vehicle. With a sigh, you walked over to Ran's car, leaning down towards the window, knocking on the glass to get his attention.

Though you didn't have to, you had their attention the moment they laid their eyes on you.

"Good day, gentlemen. I apologize for the commotion back there." Ran couldn't take his eyes off of you, looking intensely at your dolled up face, eyes staring down at your plump lips as you spoke. He was so tempted to just sweet talk you into getting in his car and take you home to have some fun, but he didn’t want to risk scaring you away.

"Here's my business card in case you want compensation for potential damages on your car."

Your gloved hand rummages through your purse, handing him your card. The older Haitani takes it, but not without grasping your hand in his and placing a kiss at the back of it. "Don't worry about it, doll. Though, I would prefer spending a day out with you as compensation." He winks at you, smiling flirtatiously.

You stared at him with amusement, bursting out laughing from his cockiness. God, your laugh was like music to their ears, entrancing them, making them more invested in you. "Well, I better head back to my car before the traffic starts moving again. See you around, boys~" With a wink, you blew a kiss towards them.

Silence filled the car as the men tried to process what just happened. Ran looks down at the business card that you had given him. “Olivia Rossi, huh…”

"I want her."

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘚𝘰, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬? 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘻 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 :)

𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴.

𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥: 2/27/24

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tetsutits · 2 years

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"𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊." - akashi takeomi x fem!reader

synopsis :: takeomi is needy. he thinks it won't be a problem if he steals you away for a little while.

cw :: 18+ smut, mdni. established relationship. reader wears a dress. babysitting. tw kids mentioned briefly. quickie. use of baby, princess, doll. grinding. wall sex + unprotected. creampie. takeomi & reader are in their early 20's. (wc :: 1.5k)

an :: writing for takeomi bc he deserves more love <3 also this was p rushed sorry for any errors !!

MINORS DNI. tr masterlist @tokyometronetwork

"how much time do we have?"

"10 minutes—tops." takeomi speaks quietly from above you.

you've been at the akashi's house for most of the day, helping your boyfriend babysit his two younger siblings. you mostly come here for him—but you enjoy senju and haruchiyo's company, the two little kids have slithered their way into your heart and now have a special place in your life.

it brightens up your day when you see them—they're like rays of sunshine, definitely unlike their older brother. the two kids are surely a handful, but you love them as if they were your own.

"well, they're definitely distracted now," you say, peering over at senju and haruchiyo—both of them sitting in the living room watching tv, "i doubt it'll last longer than that, though."

takeomi rests one large hand on your waist, he stands over you, sneakily watching his younger siblings to make sure they'll be occupied for long enough for you two to sneak away.

you grab his hand and start making your way to his bedroom, "c'mon, we don't have much time. better make it worth it, loverboy." you wink at him, a cheeky smile on your face.

you pull him to his room at the end of the hallway, he closes the door and pushes you up against it—his body big, and towering over yours.

"all of this just because you couldn't wait till tonight," you giggle in between kisses, throwing your arms around his neck.

"can't blame me. you look so fucking cute takin' care of my siblings." he kisses up the column of your neck, breathing in your scent. "this sundress is driving me insane."

you whine when he bites harshly on a sensitive spot by your ear, then licking it to ease the throbbing pain. "o-omi,"

his hands wander all of you, grabbing and groping. one of them comes up to harshly pinch your nipples through the thin fabric of your sundress.

"y'see these?" he groans, cupping your chest in his hands, "fuckin' perfect." he squeezes them hard, pulling a moan from you before you slap a hand over your mouth, muffling any sounds.

you're not sure how long senju and haru will be occupied—but you definitely know that if you're too loud, they'll come investigating.

your other hand is tugging on the hair of his nape, making him groan loudly in response. he pulls down the straps of your dress, slowly undoing the top half, "fuck, baby." he half-whispers.

"so fuckin' pretty." kissing down the expanse of your chest, leaving a trail of bite marks and bruises. your teeth sink into your bottom lip, trying your best to keep quiet as he wraps his soft lips around your nipple. his left hand works simultaneously on your other breast, tugging on the sensitive skin.

"s-shit, omi!" you whine, throwing your head back, resting it on the door.

you arch your back to get more of him, to feel more of his addicting mouth all over you, but you're stopped when his hand comes down to your hip to firmly hold you in place.

"patience, baby. i'll give you what you want."

"we-we're taking too long," you whimper impatiently.

"tch," he clicks his tongue and decides the best way to shut you up is by holding you by the neck, pulling your face to meet him. you let him slip his smooth tongue inside you—stealing your breath away.

he groans softly into your mouth, savoring your taste. a taste that he could never get enough of, something that he's sure is addicting to him. his hands slither down your body where they reach under your dress, slipping them inside to trace the lining of your panties.

"o-omi, please," you whimper, the grip you have on the front of his shirt tightening.

"i know. i know, baby." he lifts your leg so that one thigh is wrapped around his waist. one hand cupping your cunt through your underwear.

your hips involuntarily buck into his palm, using him to pleasure yourself. he has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, "feels s'good,"

he chuckles, "you're already soaking, were you that needy? did you want me to fuck you that bad, doll?"

the humiliation makes heat rush all the way to your ears, and you shyly look away from him but your hips don't stop grinding against his hand.

"don' wanna be prepped," you whisper, still unable to look him in the eye.

"wasn't planning on it." he roughly shoves the rest of your dress above your waist, bending down and lifting you up from under your thighs.

"takeomi—!"

"shh, you're being too loud." he cuts you off, two of his fingers come down to move your panties to the side. "unzip my pants, princess."

you do as you're told, and his cock slips out from the confines of his pants. it's long and leaking, his dark pink tip lightly lubricated from his own pre cum.

"oh, shit. so fuckin' wet." the thick head of his cock runs through your wet folds back and forth—occasionally massaging your clit and sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body.

"n-need you inside, omi, please." you ache in need for him, and for him to just fill you up and fuck you senseless.

he doesn't wait any longer, pressing his pulsing cock straight into your fluttering hole. you both moan at the feeling of the intrusion. he can never get over how you feel—always so soft and pliant, ready to take him anytime he wants.

"so warm, baby." the stretch burns—but you won't deny that it makes it more pleasurable when it hurts a little.

suddenly, just before he's about to thrust up inside you, you hear senju's voice yell in the hallway.

"takeee!” her voice travels through the door of takeomi's bedroom, "where'd you guys go?"

both of you freeze, and his hand comes up to shove two of his fingers into your mouth—keeping you quiet.

he grunts, squeezing his eyes shut and dropping his head onto your shoulder, "we'll be out in a bit, senju."

"i'm hungry!"

"just give me five more minutes!" he forces out, trying his best to make his voice as even as possible. it's even harder to do because of the way your walls flutter and spasm around his length.

"hurry up!" she commands, and you both breathe out a sigh when you hear her footsteps travel across the hall and back into the living room.

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, "better be quick then." and before you have a chance to reply he thrusts up harshly, knocking the wind out of you.

your teeth bite the inside of your mouth, and you think you draw blood but at this point you can't seem to worry about anything except the drag of his cock against your gummy walls.

"perfect-so perfect f'me." he grunts, trailing kisses up your neck. your hands grip tight on his shoulders.

with the way he's angled right now, the way he's thrusting up into you—every time his hips move forward the soft hair of his pubic bone rubs against your clit just right. it makes you see stars, the pleasure overwhelms you.

"a-ah! omi—right there!"

"here, baby?" he hits the same spot, and you let out a small sob—he just feels so fucking good.

"don't stop," you say as he continues to ram his cock inside you, his thick tip nudging against your g-spot.

he brings two fingers in between your bodies to play with your clit, stimulating you even further. he pinches and strokes all while you're trying your hardest to keep your moans suppressed.

"fuck—you gonna cum?" he grunts, throwing his head back, "squeezing me so tight, c-cum with me, baby."

that's all it takes to throw you off the edge, gasping out as you cum on his cock. your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him even closer to you.

"s'good, omi!" his lips meet yours, swallowing all your cries. you're unable to kiss him back, barely even able to control your body as it jerks to meet his thrusts.

his grip on the back of your thighs hurts, but a few more thrusts and he follows, releasing deep inside you, filling you all the way with his warm, sticky seed.

he slows himself, resting his forehead on yours as you both try and catch your breaths. it's quiet after that, he pulls himself out and helps you dress.

"we can't do this again, omi." you giggle. "i don't want us to get caught."

"i couldn't help myself," he plants a kiss on your forehead. "we should get back."

your legs are wobbly, and your thighs burn as you hold on to him while walking back to the living room.

"what took you guys so long?!" haru pouts.

takeomi takes a second before sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, "we were building a lego set."

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kallikrein · 1 year

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AFTER CLASS DETENTION

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

genre. fluff and crack, i guess?

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

word count. 2.3k.

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

SANO SHINICHIRO

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

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

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

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

Now, that made him ponder for a bit.

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

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

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

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

“N-no...”

“Right. Sorry.”

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

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

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

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

“Isn’t that an anime song?”

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

You beamed, “That’s kinda cute.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shinichiro-san!”

AKASHI TAKEOMI

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

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

Never in his life would he allow that to happen.

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

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

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

“What?” He scowled.

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

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

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

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

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

Unlike him.

“Get out of my sight,” Takeomi warned.

“What are you studying?”

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

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

“No.”

“Wanna ditch detention with me?”

“No. And give me back my book.”

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

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

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

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

“You need saving, Takeomi,” you mocked.

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

With that, he started chasing his book.

ARASHI "BENKEI" KEIZO

“Oh, wow. Uhm, hi…”

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

“May I sit?”

Another nod, “Hm.”

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

“Y-yes!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The thought brought him back to his senses.

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

You smiled sheepishly, “No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

IMAUSHI WAKASA

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

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

Much like what he was doing at the present.

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

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

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

“Imaushi-san…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A sandwich.

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

That was you?

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

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

taglist. @baji-san and @gwynsapphire.

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thatoneuchiha · 2 years

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Rindou: *comes up to sanzu with a cake that says 'sperm race winner' on it*

Takeomi: *singing a birthday song*

Mikey: *standing like this🧍🏼‍♂️*

Ran: *blows on a party horn*

Sanzu: whose birthday is it? Is it miiiineeee *high off of his mind*

Koko:.......nvm

Happy birthday Sanzu, my love <33

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #bonten #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu fluff #bonten x reader #incorrect tokyo revengers quotes #ran haitani #rindou haitani #manjiro sano #kokonoi x reader #akashi takeomi x reader

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darlingssaturn · 4 months

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Sleeping Beauty

(jujutsu kaisen x tokyo revengers)

ONCE UPON A TIME in a far away land, lived a head clan with his fair wife. They had been bestowed with a son that held a powerful power in his eyes. They named him, Satoru. But the father, along with the entire clan, had been wishing for daughter for as long as 300 hundred years.

The clan had always birth a son but never a daughter for such a long time. So when the wife birthed a daughter after wishing for so long, they rejoiced with excitement. Especially with how the little girl have a powerful eyes, just like her brother, the family couldn't be more happier.

But unfortunately the body of the girl could not withstand the cursed energy inside her since she is born prematurely. The bad news did not end just that, not only did she inherit an incurable illness that has passed down from the women of her maternal family, she is also given a curse from the King of Curses himself thousand years ago.

"I shall curse you for fooling me. If you bore a descendant that is a woman, she will suffer in place of you." said Sukuna to Gojo ancestor.

A curse where where she will die if she prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel. He placed this curse upon her because of his unrequited love that he had for one of the past Six Eyes User.

With a terrible curse looming around the precious princess, the three good fairies, who retired from sorceress life, came to give their assist. It's a thank you gesture because they were saved many times by the Gojo Clan.

Mistress Flora, Mistress Fauna, and Mistress Merryweather bless the little princess with one gift each. No more, no less. To help the princess with breaking the curse that Ryomen Sukuna placed on her.

"Little princess, my gift shall be the gift of beauty." Mistress Flora swing her wand while muttering magic spell under her breath.

One gift.

Beauty rare.

White snow in her hair.

Lips that shame the red, red rose.

She'll walk with springtime, whenever she goes.

"Tiny princess, my gift shall be the gift of song." Mistress Fauna softly told the little baby. Golden magic dust flies around as it goes to the baby's mouth, as if the baby is swallowing the blessing.

One gift.

The gift of song.

Melody her whole life long.

The nightingale her troubadour.

Bringing his sweet serenade to her door.

"Sweet princess, if through this wicked curse's trick, a spindle should your finger prick. A ray of hope there still may be in this, a gift i gave to thee. Not in death, but just sleep. The fateful prophecy you'll keep. And from this slumber you shall wake, when true love's kiss the spell shall break." said Mistress Merryweather.

For true love conquers all.

#darlingssaturn's writing #jujutsu kaisen x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #wakasa imaushi x reader #akashi takeomi x reader #keizo arashi x reader #benkei x reader #gojo satoru

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haitaniapologist · 2 years

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KEEPING UP WITH THE AKASHIS — episode one: the meeting.

pairings — akashi takeomi x fem!reader

word count — 2.8k

warnings — haru and senju being a bit mean, d*d jokes, mentions of a wedding, a bit of angst but overall fluff.

notes — it's finally here!!! i hope you guys will enjoy it. i'm still accepting ideas for episodes, so just send me an ask if there's a situation you want to see the akashis siblings in!!

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you thought you were good with kids, you really thought that — until you met your boyfriend's siblings.

it was a day you had anticipated since he told you he was the older brother of a little boy and a little girl, and you couldn't help but coo over him when he told you that, pampering his handsome face with kisses. the thought of him having to take care of kids was too adorable to your poor heart.

you met akashi takeomi through sano shinichiro, your boss. you worked as the receptionist of s•s motors, a job given to you through your grandmother — who was friends with shinichiro's grandfather (you never knew exactly how they met, but you knew it was in the bank) and heard him complaining about how his grandson's new business was in need of a female presence and influence.

you happened to be that female — a college student that needed to earn some money to stop depending on her parents to do whatever she wanted.

at first, you were quite skeptical about that guy. how could you not? every high schooler heard, at least once, the name of sano shinichiro — the president of black dragons who couldn't punch someone's face even if he needed that to survive. you never saw him, though. some of your friends had crushes on a friend of his — imaushi wakasa — and that was it. sano shinichiro was a complete mystery to you.

and when you walked inside s•s motors for the first time and saw him, you almost laughed. he looked nothing like you thought him to be — and when you explained that to him, shin only laughed alongside you.

it was the start of a friendship that would change your life.

you met takeomi on a rainy day.

shinichiro even joked, saying that you should've listened to his advice — since his friend was the “rain bringer” and he was going to visit, he would surely bring water droplets with him. and he did, and you wanted nothing more than just curse this takeomi guy until the next generation.

but all curses died when your eyes landed on him, a blush creeping up your cheeks. he was handsome — probably the most handsome guy you ever saw in your life. tall, broad shoulders, black hair, green eyes and a scar that gave him a dangerous aura. it wasn't fair, was it? that you met such a hot man while being drenched in water and with a scowl adorning your features.

takeomi, however, stopped in his tracks as soon as he heard you complaining about the rain. he knew shinichiro had a receptionist, but when you turned to look at him, it seemed as if he started to see the colors for the first time — everything seemed brighter, and even though your clothes were sticking to your body and your wet hair made you look a like that had just taken a bath, you were the most beautiful woman he ever saw.

he promptly offered you his leather jacket, without even properly introducing himself to you first, cheeks red seeing you nuzzle on it — you were cold, and the jacket was so warm.

shinichiro chuckled in his place watching you two interact. he knew that would happen.

he asked for you to light his cigarette — because you were with his favorite lighter after all, placed inside his jackets' pocket — after a while of talking with shinichiro, and you did. face red and unsteady breathing from the proximity, but you did, watching as how easily he smoked.

it was almost hypnotizing, and your face became even redder when takeomi winked at you.

you needed to lie to your parents when you arrived home with an unfamiliar jacket and smelling like tobacco, but after a few dates, they understood what happened that day.

what led to meeting his siblings. you felt as if takeomi was more nervous than you, but you two were already dating for two months, and he knew your whole family, while you just wanted to meet the little ones — he explained his family situation and you understood him. because if you ever met his father, you knew you wouldn't be able to control yourself and not say some truths to his face.

takeomi said to you that they were good kids. haruchiyo was the middle child, a bit more shy and introverted than senju, the youngest akashi. you thought things would be fine, and even baked a cake to bring to your boyfriend's apartment, as a way to bond with his siblings, but, apparently, you were totally and utterly wrong.

senju and haruchiyo hated you, and you didn't know what you did.

you didn't expect them to warm up to you so quickly, but they didn't even acknowledge your presence in the room. and if they did, their green eyes — the same shade from their older brother — would be squinted as if they were judging you from a crime you didn't commit. even takeomi noticed something was off, and even the hand he had around your shoulder while he tried to initiate a chat between you four couldn't bring comfort to you. did you do something wrong to upset them? was it your clothes? or your hair?

“take-nii.” senju's voice took you from your thoughts, and your heart melted seeing how cute she was. you tried to smile at her, but she coldly ignored you — and you felt your heart breaking a bit. “i am hungry.”

you knew what was coming, now used to your boyfriend’s antics. “hi hungry, i am takeomi.” the giggles that left her mouth were too adorable, but as soon as one left yours, your eyes met haruchiyo's and your laugh died, leaving only senju's giggles to fill the room.

why were you feeling so threatened by kids?

takeomi extended his hand towards you, and you interlaced your fingers with his, the familiar warmth bringing a bit of comfort for you. he smiled, and you tried to reciprocate it with the same enthusiasm — but you knew he would tell it wasn't a spontaneous smile, but a forced one. you followed him to the kitchen, your heart falling to your stomach, hearing the siblings talk behind you.

“she's the ugliest girl take-nii ever brought for us to meet.” haruchiyo whispered to his sister, almost as if he knew you were listening. you didn't know if takeomi had any girlfriends before you, but that made you feel a bit self-conscious about yourself. you would never doubt the feelings he had for you, but what if you weren’t the best partner for him?

“and the most boring one too.” senju added, and the two started to giggle. “his ex was more fun to be around.”

you took a deep breath. they were just kids, after all. they probably liked takeomi's ex-girlfriend more, and it would take a while for them to warm up to you.

arriving in the kitchen, takeomi made sure you were comfortably sitting before putting the plates on the table. you didn't dare to utter a word — you knew any conversation you would try to start would be met with cold gazes and petty answers, and you let your boyfriend do the talk, only nodding and humming when he said your name.

you noticed he was getting a bit nervous because of your lack of enthusiasm, and you couldn't blame him. but you would never do anything to make his little siblings uncomfortable and, if they didn't enjoy your company as you thought they would — at least a little — you would stay mute as a plant.

“y/n made a cake for you two.” he announced proudly, after you four had eaten lunch, and your heart made a flip — you were so in love with him, it made you want to carve your chest open and give him your heart, because it would beat only for him. he smiled down at you, hand squeezing your shoulder, before you got up to bring the cake to the table.

you nodded. “i hope you two will like it. it's strawberry.” takeomi told you it was their favorite cake flavour, and, while you took it from the fridge, you prayed that they would like it — your grandma always said that to win someone's heart, food was always the way.

but seeing their faces when they took the first bite, you knew that her words didn't apply to the youngest akashis.

“she calls it a cake?” haruchiyo asked his brother, spitting on his plate a piece he had on his mouth. “it's the worst strawberry cake i've ever eaten.” oh.

“this tastes like eggs.” senju said after her brother, not giving you time to mend your broken heart after her brother's reaction to your attempt to do a cake. you couldn’t believe it was so bad — you always did cakes to takeomi to eat when he was in your home, and he always said they were amazing. was he lying to you? did he even like them? “do you want to poison us, y/n?”

“hey, what is this about?” takeomi tried to intervene, his hand gripping yours, hoping his warmth could give you a bit of comfort. he didn't understand why their siblings were acting like that — just a few days ago they were excited to meet you, making you handmade gifts and all. they went from water to wine, and he couldn’t understand why. takeomi was sure they would love you.

you just looked at them, eyes burning with tears, not noticing how they fist bumped each other from under the table. you always knew children could be mean, but you never thought they would be mean to you — and, especially, not your first boyfriend's siblings. if his little siblings didn't like you, what future could you have with him? maybe he would be better with his ex.

such thoughts made you abruptly stand up, walking towards takeomi's room, hand on your mouth to muffle your whimpers.

before he left to follow you, takeomi eyed his siblings. “i do really hope you two have a good explanation for all of it this.”

—

it was the first time he saw you crying, and takeomi promised himself he would do anything to prevent such a thing from happening again.

he found you curled on his bed, body shaking and trembling from loud sobs. he brought you to rest on his lap, hands holding you safely against his chest. you cried and cried there, enjoying his warmth — it would probably be the last time. takeomi would see how his ex was a better fit for him and for his family. as soon as you felt ready to face him, you got up from his lap, not missing the way pain flashed in his green eyes from your actions.

“we should b-break up.” you announced, voice quiet but firm. you would never make him choose between you or his siblings, so ending this before more suffering could happen was the best decision — even if your heart ached just from the thought.

“what… why?"”the pain in his voice made fresh tears return to your eyes, and you couldn't dare to look at him.

“i love you, takeomi, but…” you sighed, trying not to sob when he hugged you, bringing your face to rest on his chest. “your siblings clearly don't like m-me and…” you took a deep breath while he stroked your hair, giving you time to put your thoughts into words. “s-someday you'll see i'm not the r-right girl for you and return to your e-ex.” your voice faltered at the mention of such a girl, and he hugged you tighter, while you gripped his cotton shirt between your fingers.

“y/n, pretty girl…” takeomi started, holding your crying face between his hands. “what ex are you talking about? you're the first and only girl i ever brought for my siblings to meet, because i love you. so much, believe me.” he whispered against your lips, and you blinked slowly, cheeks red from the feeling his eyes were reflecting — maybe it was just reflecting your love for him, like yours were reflecting his. “don't break up with me. we will work this out, okay? but don't leave me. i don't know what i would do if i don't have you in my life.”

you nodded, only nuzzling your face on his chest.

—

unbeknown to both of you, haruchiyo and senju were watching the whole scene with heavy hearts. they didn't like to see their older brother suffer, but you were going to steal him from them, right? that was what a friend of senju told her, when she told who excited she was to meet her brother's girlfriend — she would finally have a sister to play with! but her friend said how mean girlfriends are. how badly her daddy's girlfriend treated her, hogging all her daddy's attention.

she didn't want anyone hogging takeomi's attention.

senju told haruchiyo, and they thought what to do to draw you away from their family. they didn't need you, right? they were fine with just takeomi taking care of them, and they were afraid of having someone new in their lives.

but your smile was too warm, too welcoming. they couldn't bear to be attached to you, not knowing if you and their brother would last. it would break their little hearts to love you and see you as the older sister they never had, only for you and takeomi to break up and you never see them again.

so they did what they thought was the best.

but your tears and takeomi's tears were too much for them — they were just kids, kids who only had their brother to show them what love was. and he loved you. takeomi never cried in front of someone if he didn't love them.

that prompted senju to burst through the door, her own eyes glistening with tears, and attaching her small body to your hip, squeezing it tightly. haruchiyo came behind her, a bit more hesitant — why would you forgive them? but as soon as you extended your arm towards him, he was a goner.

your hug was the warmest they ever received.

takeomi soon joined the tangled limbs, a small smile on his face. he never felt his heart so full before, so completed — you only came to make his life better, to add to it, and he couldn't be more grateful. but as soon as everyone's sobs became whimpers, he spoke, firmly. “what was that about, you two? y/n almost broke up with me.” he didn't want to put any blame on his siblings, but he also couldn't let them think their actions were acceptable.

you tried to have him a look as if to say that he should let it go, that his siblings were suffering from what they did already, but takeomi wouldn't let that pass. after a few minutes of silence, he pressed it again. “so?”

senju was the first one to speak. “aiko s-said that her d-dad's girlfriend was mean to h-her.” the little girl said between whimpers, and your hold on her tightened. you understood what she was feeling — and it was natural. you were a stranger, after all, and she didn’t know what you wanted with her brother. “and she said for m-me to not l-let y/n-nee k-keep you only to herself.” senju continued, her eyes not meeting yours or takeomi's. “and m-me and haru-nii did what we thought would keep y-y/n-nee from s-stealing you from u-us.” she finished with a sniff and snuggled her head on your belly.

you were a bit speechless. not because of her reasons, but because senju called you y/n-nee.

takeomi seemed speechless, too.

“i'm sorry, y/n-nee.” haruchiyo spoke, his eyes shining with tears too. “your cake is one of the best i ever ate and y-you're very b-beautiful.” you almost giggled at his pink cheeks, finding it adorable how he reached for his brother's body to hide his embarrassment.

“i'm sorry too, y/n-nee!” senju exclaimed, her little arms tightening their hold on your waist.

you smiled at them. “it's okay. i'm glad you two were brave enough to express what you were feeling to me.” you admitted, patting senju's head. “i'll never steal takeomi from you, alright? i'm here to be part of your family, not to divide it.” they nodded, and you turned to look at your boyfriend — who was quiet the whole time.

the look he was giving you made your cheeks heat up.

“so, is y/n approved?�� he asked his little siblings, smiling when they both nodded, cheeks a bit red from crying and shyness. “good, because i plan on marrying her one day.”

silence. your heart was beating fast inside your chest, and you couldn't look at him in the eye — focused on snuggling senju to avoid his gaze. you wouldn’t lie and say you never thought about your wedding day with him, but hearing him saying that was a bit too much for you.

“me and haru-nii will be the flower girls?” senju asked innocently, her eyes big and dreamy, thinking about you and her in a beautiful dress, stading side by side — but haruchiyo wasn't happy with her idea.

“i'm not going to wear a dress, senju!”

you and takeomi laughed, seeing the kids bickering. despite the rough start, everything would be fine.

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sanzucupcake · 2 years

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The muffin man?

Last Part: Hanma, Takeomi

~♡~

HANMA

TAKEOMI

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Last part since i have other ideas and i'm sorry that this came so late i was busy the last week and now i am sick laying in my bed i wanna kms fr.

See ya!

#sanzucupcake #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers hcs #tokyo revengers smau #tokyo revengers x reader #your mom #akashi takeomi #hanma shuuji x reader #hanma shuji #hanma smut #akashi takeomi x reader #akashi takeomi smau #hanma shuuji smau #i'm tired

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b0nten · 6 months

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GINGERBREAD HOUSES

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ building gingerbread houses with the tr boys!!

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ if you guys want any other character included juat comment and i’ll add them!! happy late christmas <3

ABSOLUTELY DEVOURS : you would have never thought he would take this seriously, but he did. he prepares the frosting, asks you about where you want the candies to be put and what aesthetic you want to go for. he’s THE architect of gingerbread houses and trust, he will make that house the sturdiest one the earth has ever seen. don’t be fooled though, he’s still gonna dip his finger in that frosting and smudge it on your face, but not before he makes you happy by finishing the house.

➷｡ TAKEOMI , RAN, DRAKEN, CHIFUYU, INUPI, MITSUYA, KAKUCHO

tries his… best: he’s still sloppy with it, and the frosting melts until he understands what you want the house to look like, but he tries his best best — runs to put the melting frosting in the fridge in hopes of saving it, tries to be extra careful with his movements — but it all seems in vain. the house looks like an old shed that’s about to fall, but at least he made you laugh.

➷｡ BAJI, RINDOU, KOKO, HAKKAI, MOCHI, SHINICHIRO, ANGRY, IZANA, SANZU, KAZUTORA

doesn’t take it seriously… at all: he’s not being mean on purpose, but he really can’t fathom building that gingerbread house successfully. the gingerbread smells funky, you’ve left him the task of preparing the frosting which in all honesty was the worst idea ever — it’s sloppy, it’s clumpy— and he’s already eaten half of the candies you guys were supposed to use as decor while you’re exasperating on the floor, next to him. but he looks at you, smiling, and you burst out laughing, rolling on the carpet and he joins too and you’re both left a giggling mess.

➷｡ HANMA, MIKEY, WAKASA, SMILEY, SHION

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salaciousdoll · 3 months

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· · · ℜ · · · Aren’t You What They Call a Milf · · · ℜ · · ·

.·:*¨¨*:·. starring Ken R. , Manjirou S. , Baji K., Emma S., Hina H., Takemichi H., Chifuyu M., Kazutora H. , Hanma S. , Kisaki, Peh Y., Pah C., Izana K. , Mochi, Muto, Shion, Sanzu A. , Shinichiro S., Benkei A. , Takeomi A., Wakasa I., Mitsuya T., Hakkai S., Taiju S., Kakucho, Kokonoi, Inupi, South T. , The Haitani brothers x Milf! reader .·:*¨¨*:·.

ᰔᩚ ━━ Warnings: ᰔᩚ ━━ Warnings: Final Timeline! So spoilers, smut, threesome, reader is a switch here, foursomes, fivesomes, gang bang( consensual), Benkei and Mitsuya are end game here, OG black dragons is a little mean, dirty talking( heavy, degradation, praise, pet names, bodily fluids( squirting, cum, spitting, sloppy blow job,etc.), big exhibition here( fucking in a top down convertible, Mitsuya fashion shop, and etc.), yes I know inupi is not in Tenjiku besides they’re all friends here anyways just decided to group them by gangs to avoid writing for every single one of them, little plot here, AGE GAP, DARK CONTENT! voyeurism, missionary, doggy style, attempt at frog style( if that’s what it’s called), reader knows what she wants, breeding kink, reader is a undercover slut, chubby reader, oc kids named amethyst and saphhire( twin girls), pink obsessed reader/momma which means kids are drowned in pink everything, you are 37 years old here so have fun with that, wanted to write an older reader for a long time, nipple play, lactation kink, spitting kink, rough and slow sex, teasing, headcannons are not really headcannons because again I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing with writing that shit, dilf( Draken ), reader and the husband was swingers once upon a time, cuckholding on Hina, Takemichi, and black dragon part, the oh black dragons are older than reader but that’s okay they weren’t even thought of until now. If I’m forgetting something lemme know.

ᰔᩚ ━━ Word Count: 14.5k

ᰔᩚ ━━ Dolly Note from Salaciousdoll: this is really a surprise drop because I thought I was going to post it Saturday tbh but said fuck it give y’all a gift early. I really hope you like it, it’s not the best but it’s something. Been wanting to feed my starving babies from the tr fandom for a minute so here you go. Also the reader is an older woman who’s just fucking everyone why? Because some people pissed me off by slut shaming but nevermind that, Love you guys 🎀

Minors do not interact, 18+

Moms. The person everyone got or needed in their lives as the guidance they need. The carrier. The heart of the family because without a mom being the heart of the family, the family can’t pump blood and love. You were that mom. The mom that your mother was or weren’t, it all depends on yourself. You aimed to be better than your mother even if she was a good mother to you and you did with the two little girls you birthed and raised with your ex- husband. They were the joys in your life, such beautiful little humans to you and everyone around you all. After your divorce from your beautiful husband you still were on good terms with, you moved to another city. You were so glad that he agreed to have the kids a week after you because no matter if you got a divorce you didn’t want your babies to be affected heavily by it.

Your twin girls were the joy and light in your life. You were the pink mom every pink obsessed girl wanted. You always dress your babies in pink and don’t even get me started on the patterns you choose to dress your daughters in but don’t worry they both have a say-so if they don’t feel like wearing anything you pick for them to wear. Your mother didn’t give you that option, but you did with your little ones. From two year olds up until now, 9 years old.

The girls were so excited for today. Today was the day you were moving to another city as a result of starting your new job and new life away from your husband and his new girlfriend. You two have been divorced for years now and you were glad he moved on after sending letters and posting sticky notes on your Children’s backpacks or notebooks saying things like “ lunch today?” Or “ We could always try one last time” or your favorite one “ My sunshine and my little flowers”. It never ended with him until it stopped just five months ago when he met his girlfriend. His girlfriend was someone you called introverted and that’s just what he needs, a shy woman for his outgoing personality, plus she was an entire sweetheart and someone you gladly liked your kids to be around.

“ Mom, is this the house? It’s so big for us!”, sapphire said pointing to the house. It was indeed a beautiful, big house. From the opening gate with your last initial on it in pretty, cursive letters to the big, cilo pivot house-door, you knew you made the right choice for your babies.

“ Mommy mommy, I wanna go inside.”, Amethyst yells as she runs past the gate and towards the front door to open it.

“ Do not run, walk! Don’t want you to hurt yourself and then I’ll have to sit in the hospital while my baby get treated.”, You shouted after her, smiling when she actually listened and power walked into the house.

You really hope you three weren't disturbing the neighbors around and didn’t attract any eyes for now, you were dead wrong because Draken was bringing a box out of Mikey’s house and saw the huge moving truck down the street—just five spaces down from Mikey’s big ass house.

Mikey had boxes of Magazines Emma’s own since she was staying at his house while they were fighting. Draken loved Emma but their fights were stupid and frustrating sometimes, however, the fight they’re in is not. He stayed out all night with Mikey and Mitsuya partying because of the celebration of Mikey winning his championship game. Believe him, he wanted to leave around 12 am, but Mikey had other plans like having a race in a vacant parking lot. Nevertheless, he was glad she and his little boy and girl accepted his apology, they were even mad at him.

He stopped with the box in his hand with his mouth opened a bit in awe, you were a gorgeous woman, way too gorgeous and just right for him and Emma, especially Emma who was looking for another sex partner for both of them. You were taking a box out of the moving truck and you could hear your little girls in the house screaming and running around the empty house in excitement. You almost wanted to cry because you came a long way to get to this point right here. Bouncing from jobs to jobs after completing college and then getting an opportunity to become a fashion designer for your own company which has been skyrocketing since your first fashion show. All while going through departure and divorce from your first love, your ex-husband. Let’s not forget about your twin princesses who gave you the world every time they opened their eyes in the morning or whenever they wanna wake up since sapphire likes to sleep until 12 pm.

You didn’t realize you were standing at the back of the truck staring at the other boxes with your eyes wide and watering—you were dazed out until you heard a deep voice, “ Do you need any help? Couldn’t help but notice you moving in.”

You turned to the voice who interrupted your thoughts and smiled at him making his heart beat pick up, “ No, I wouldn’t want to bothe-”

He turned to pick up a box out of the truck, “ I offered and you’re saying you're bothering me, how rude of you.”

You studied his features and noticed he had a tattoo on the side of his hair, black silky hair was pinned up into a man-bun. His eyes were so onyx like but you were afraid if you would look longer at him, you’ll start trying to figure him out like you always do anybody you come across. It was annoying. You gasped once you just now noticed he called you rude, so you called out to him, “ Hey! I’m not rude, just didn’t wanna bother anyone okay? I’m new here, ya know.”

“ I could tell. No one as beautiful as you is around here. My name is Manjirou Sano, what’s yours?”, Another voice says from behind you. You whirled around to look down at a man who was just as beautiful as the other.

You were about to answer but the same man who helped you bring a box in spoke again, “ Mikey, I thought you were meeting up with your brothers?”

Your head went back and forth between the two as they spoke in Japanese in front of you now. You picked up some words like brother and annoying. It seems like the conversation was intense from the way the short one looked up at the taller one. They both held eye contact until they turned to you in the middle of them, the short one speaking again, “ Now that that’s out the way, what’s your name, pretty one?”

He took the box out of your hand smiling at you while you were finally answering him, “ { Reader’s name}, nice to meet you two and thank you so much for helping m-”

“ Mommmm, Amethyst isn’t giving me my tablet, she’s running around the house with it and I don’t want her to droppp itttt.”, Sapphire whined as she stomped out the house.

You looked at the two men with an apologetic look in your eyes and they waved you off, not bothered by your daughter acting like her age at all. You sighed and walked to her with a box in your hand, “ Where is she right now?”

Your daughter led you to Amethyst who was on top of the balcony smiling and laughing until she saw your stern face. She slowly put the tablet down and her smile sequenced with her tablet, both went down. You put down the box not noticing eyes on your full figured body. The body Draken has beat to when he was 19, it’s like all the milf videos he consumed has come to life as he analyzed the curves of your hips and the roundness of your ass. Your boobs were beautiful especially since it seems like they are still full of milk. He would know because Emma’s boobs looked similar to yours when she was pregnant with his child and that was 7 years ago in 2018. Now, Emma’s boobs were heavy with stretch marks on them kinda like yours except yours looked like you gave birth to two people and had to feed two people. He was beginning to feel like an obsessed weirdo and somehow his mind was only offended by the weirdo part.

Mikey was too busy focused on how your body rolls moved whenever you spoke or moved when pointing a finger at the child being scolded right now. He watched as your lips trembled while you spoke almost like you didn’t want to yell at your daughter or perhaps your love for them was too big and it took a lot out of you to yell at your daughter who looked like a cute kicked puppy being yelled at. Mikey almost spoke up for the little girl when he didn’t even know the situation or had anything to do with your family at all. His mind didn’t like the thoughts of growing attached to you, but his heart told another melody. He needed you or needed to be in your life one way or another. Even in the past life with Takemichi, he always wanted someone similar to you with or without kids. A mysterious beauty.

“ Ammy baby, I do not like yelling or scolding you, so can you please promise to be nice to your sister. You’ll be able to have fun with her just wait until I get us settled in and then you could play with your sister, he’ll even run in the backyard all you want just don’t go near the pool area, deal?”, You were now upstairs on the balcony with your daughter, both of you on your knees with a pink out. Your daughter smiled and wrapped her little pinky around your pink, sealing the deal with her speaking, “ Deal mommy, but mommy, can we go get our nails done again? I want light pink with zebra designs again like sapphire has with her star nails.”

You looked at her nails and smiled while nodding your head up and down, “ Okay, but no ac-”

“ No acrylics or press on or long nails at all, I know mom.”, Amethyst says with a big smile on her face. Her chubby cheeks were a cute distraction for you all the time but not this time as your voice grew a bit stern, “ Don’t interrupt me anymore, amethyst.”

Her little “sorry mommy” melted Draken’s heart a little because he remembered his little boy always saying sorry after Emma scolded him, even now while he’s seven. He could take a wild guess and guess your daughters are around his son’s age, maybe even older than him.

You smiled and pinched her cheeks owning a whine from her saying she’s older now but you paid that no mind, “It’s okay… but it’ll have to be when you come back after next week. Remember you have to go with daddy this week, which also means the faster you unpack, the more time we’ll have to get that mirror you wanted and take sapphire to get ice cream.”

“ Okay! We’ll help and stop playing, right Saphhire?”, Your daughter turned to hang her arms over the balcony while looking down at her sister who’s standing with her hands on her hips.

Sapphire narrowed her eyes before nodding her head. You smiled and clapped your hands, “ Okay, we shall be done by 6 pm since it’s 11 right now. Wanna see who can unpack the fastest?”

Sapphire perked up at the question and yelled up at the balcony where you and Amethyst stood, “ Yes! Gonna beat you two anyway. I run track.”

“ Oh please, saphhy, it’s baby track compared to the one we seen on tv, right mom?”, Amethyst said looking up at you.

You waved your hand and stepped back, “ That’s between you two, leave mom out of this one because you already know how she gets when people say that. You picked your battle now you gotta deal with her fact checking you. Sorry, baby girl.”

Amethyst pouted while sapphire was already on her way up the stairs to give her sister a talk and lesson meanwhile you were heading downstairs to the men you almost forgot were in your house.

“ Sorry about that, now where was I? Oh thank you for offering to help, but I think we got it from here, don’t wanna keep you for that long.”, You say while moving past them to walk outside to the truck.

“ Why are you trying to get rid of us so quickly, {reader’s new nickname}?”, Mikey pouts.

You whipped around at the name with confusion on your face, “ { reader’s new nickname}?”

Mikey smiled with his eyes closed at your question while Draken started to speak to you, “ yeah, I think it’s kinda insulting to say that after we just declared we’re here to help you. Besides, we can make it much easier if we invite our friends to join and something tells me they wouldn’t mind. The question is will you?”

You stared at the two and suddenly thought of something, “ hol up’ prior to agreeing to what you said. I need to know who’s moving my things in my house with me and my girls, so what’s your name? I already know your Manjirou, what’s your handsome?”

Draken almost stuttered but caught himself quickly with a small space of ruby hue on his face, “ It’s Ken Ryuguji, nice to meet you.” When your hand was in his, he felt the roughness of your knuckles and the softness on your skin. The feeling of your hand inside of his hand sent an electrical shock feeling inside of himself and he needed to know more about you. You got him to blush just like Emma and Mikey noticed that and saved it inside of his mind to tease Draken about it later.

Your unexpected laugh brought him back out of his daydream/thoughts, “ Nice to meet you as well, Kenny boy.”

Draken wonders if you could see how large his eyes got when you called him that, but your smirk lets him know that you did. Draken covered it up by turning around and taking long steps to your moving truck while Manjirou was on the phone with, you could guess, his friends.

And yes, there were a lot of them participating in moving your things. One guy with lilac hair in a mullet named Mitsuya and his friend with his blue hair in a haircut were great at getting your kids to focus on moving their boxes upstairs on the balcony by racing or in your words pacing with them. Another pair of guys, one with long hair and yellow highlights tied in a man bun and one with black hair down to his ears, were steering a guy with long, black hair and blue highlights in his hair away from you. You learned that they’re names were Kazutora, Chifuyu, and Baji, respectively. You suspect that these three are gonna be trouble for you, mainly baji. Oh how right you are…

A guy named Hanma wasn’t even helping just trying to get you to be his “ sexy vixen” for his photos to which earned him an insult and eye roll from Kisaki, a man that held elegance and if you looked in his eyes long enough, when he shook your hand when Manjirou first introduced you to him, you thought you seen hidden desires and mystery you could easily unsolve if you stared him into the eyes any longer. So you quickly broke eye contact with him.

You laughed at, who you learned are, Pah-chin and Peh arguing over one box, pulling it like a tug-of-war rope, it was funny but angry just ended up taking the box from them with Kakucho and his twin brother, Smiley, at his side. You were progressing greatly with unloading the truck but you also felt multiple eyes on different parts of your body. It was a lot of people here helping you so you could understand the eyes but it felt like some eyes you couldn’t shake off and when you felt a hard stare on you, you turned to see a white haired man with tan skin staring you down and he didn’t even blink while he stared at you. It was creepy and you were glad you were now grabbing the last box before another man with blue and blonde hair in a mullet helped you close the truck with his brother beside him.

You were so glad you were done by 6:45 pm because now you could take your daughters on their promised trips but first you wanted to thank the men that came to help you and your girls move your boxes inside. You didn’t particularly know why you allowed them all to help you, but they seemed to really want to help and plus maybe it’s a sign for something far greater to be bloomed. It was a gut feeling you were leaning on.

Your girls were now pushing their boxes into their rooms while you were on your way out the house.

Meanwhile, Draken and the rest were coming up with a plan to see you again. Chifuyu put his finger on his chin, “ what if we just show her around Tokyo one by one.”

“ How would we do that genius, we don’t live around here, only one who does is mi- that’s it, the key is Mikey’s house.”, Baji says to the other men around him.

Mikey shook his head and waved his hand in a ‘no’ motion, “ No, not possible. Need privacy, I mean it’s already bad enough seeing Baji and Hanma every other day drinking my juice without my permission.” He finished off his statement while glaring at the two men who shivered from his infamous glare.

“ She’s such a damn babe man ♡,why wouldn’t you like to see us win with her?!”, Hanma exaggerates, throwing his hands up.

Ran spoke next, “ She’s too good to be true. Almost too good. Perfect chubby body of hers, just want to palm every rumple and lump on her body, want her to scream my name. Fuck that I might even impr-”

Mochi interrupted him, “ Dude, you just met the woman, at least take her out or something. This is why women like her needs real men like m-”

“ Fuck no, she needs me because at least I’m good with kids, the orphanages proves that.”, Rindou says with a toothpick in his mouth.

“We’ve all participated in that Izana’s orphanage and were good with the kids so that’s debatable. Besides, the others haven’t even met her yet.”, Muto says next as he leans on his bike with his arms folded.

“ Sanzu should’ve been here then, so stop bringing that airhead up.”, Ran finishes.

You walk out to see all the men are either on their motorcycles or standing talking to another on their motorcycles. Your shoes were replaced with your pink heels which combined to your outfit of a pink, sleeveless top with dark blue jeans. Your sunglasses that were on your head were now on top of your sleeveless top. Each one of their eyes were now on you and they were analyzing every detail about you. From your walk they found attractive to your hair in a hairstyle you had, they even paid attention to the way your body bounced as you walked, specifically your tits.

“ I just wanted to thank you all for coming here to help me and my girls, hopefully we’ll see eachother agai-”, you say before feeling a hand grab yours, bringing it to his mouth.

You felt a small, wet kiss on your hand black hair with blue highlights falling in front of his face a little bit, “ You will see us again, after all Mikey and I are you neighbors.”

“ Mikey and I?”, Mikey asks, repeating what Baji said in confusion and frustration.

“ That explains why Kenny boy appeared out of nowhere.”, You say smirking when you see his face frown up because of your nickname.

“ Don’t call me that in front of them.”, Draken said with authority, balancing shyness in his tone. You laughed at his face, “ My bad would you like to hear me say it in private.”

Draken ears got red and he turned his head from your pretty eyes scoping out his face for his reaction to you baiting him, well. Too well especially when that comment made the other men's eyes wider and mouths drop into big and little o’s.

“ Anyways.”, you walked up to Mikey, who was eye level to your breast as of now and he was damn sure enjoying the view too. “ phone.”, you say as your manicured hand was held out towards him.

He had a confused expression on his face as he dug into his back pocket for his phone, now holding eye contact with you as you stared at him. He unlocked his phone and placed his phone in your hand— taking that as a go, you scrolled and found the phone app to put your number in his phone. Placing it back into his hand, “ Call me anytime you want, we’re neighbors now Manjirou. As for the rest of you, is there anyway I could re-”

“ Pssh, you do not have to pay us. Think of this as the start of a great thing, miss { reader’s last name}. It was very nice to meet you and I think that’s more than enough for many of us. So no payment.”, Kakucho says while starting up his motorcycle like the rest of them.

“ Is anyone gonna let me finish my sentences around here?”, You yelled as they were riding off. Mikey walked back to his house and Draken followed because his car was in front of his house. They were gonna continue until Mikey turned back to you with a big smile on his face, “ Nope. Plus that was a question!”

You laughed as he yelled back at you as the motorcycles rode off into the orange sunset. You had a feeling this wasn’t gonna be your last time seeing them. You heard your twins file out the house calling your name with their little jackets on them, ready to go on your small adventure before their dad came and got them for his week.

☆ᩧ Draken and Emma ୨ ♡l

It’s been two months now and You and Draken hung out with each other a lot more than mikey especially because it’s their off season for their joint career. He told you all about his kid and wife which led to playdates with each of your children.

The playdates then led to meeting Emma who just got home from her trip with a woman named Hina. To say Emma wasn’t interested would be a lie because the way she held your plush body against her petite one was far too long and Draken knew from her famous wink and smile at him that he brought the perfect woman over to fulfill their desires.

From the way your tits sit in your light pink, ballerina wrap sweater and your hips looked in your blue jeans— hugging your wide hips tightly in the right places. You didn’t care about your tummy spilling over your pants which only added to your sexiness. You looked expensive and smelled expensive and yummy with your perfume following you everywhere you moved. They both thought as they eyed you while you were over for lunch— this time without the kids.

Coming to lunch with Draken and Emma was a normal thing, you lying underneath her as Draken was thrusting into your melting mouth was a different thing. A new thing— yet you and them loved this new thing because your moan-gargles were the highlight of both of their evenings and the fact that your pussy was getting sticky and wet from Emma was enough for you. Draken’s cock inside of your mouth was the plus.

“ Oh God! I haven’t had this much fun since Hina babe, Aah~.”, Emma moans as her slick covered yours— she sat her wet, pink pussy on top of yours and rose up to heaven because of how wet you were too. Your pussy was so much fatter than hers and she wanted to bury her face in it later.

“ Oh fuck, just like that, flick your tongue just like that pretty girl.”, Draken moans as he grips your hairstyle into a knot. Your tongue was flicking right and left his cock where his little vein lay, you knew that would break him since you used to do it with your husband. And believe me, he broke so much that he couldn’t talk to you for a day from embarrassment.

“ mmm, I cwn’t I cwn’t, mmmghhuhhh.”, Your moans were gargled and blocked by Draken thick cock going in and out of your mouth, the faster he went, the more the stretch burned the sides of your mouth. Emma went slower at rubbing her clit on top of yours— her hips were so tiny and round underneath your hands as you held her trying to make her go faster, sadly she didn’t listen. In fact, she loved the tears by building up in your eyes from the mouth penetration from her husband and the teasing she was doing as she performed scissoring against you. One of her pale creamy legs was in between your sorrel, thick thighs as she held onto your leg that she lifted up to a better position and held herself up. Emma was in love with the way both of your pussy’s made cute noises. Fuck it, they had to keep you for themselves. She’s gonna talk to Draken about it.

Speaking of Draken, he was too busy wrapping his hand tight around your throat, feeling his dick against your neck, the dick print caused him to become animalistic. His balls were now slapping against your forehead and it was a feel-good hurt. That wasn’t even summing up how brutal his pace was in your throat. Somehow it was too brutal, like the just right brutal and you loved it. “ Shit her throat is melting my dick, it’s like her throat is a predator clenching its teeth into a prey, so tight and wet. I could imagine that’s how her pussy feels right ems’?”

“Mmmphhh, fuck babe keep talking like that, I’m close but before you do, yes her pussy feels so good against mine. So wet and sticky, think I felt her clit, uhhghh Drakennn, h-her clit twitched which means she’s either about to cream or squirt. I’m betting on squirting. A shopping spree and another day with her on my end of the deal, what’s yours?”, Emma says as she starts speeding up by rocking her hips forwards and backwards in a riding motion that Draken loves when she’s on top of him. He was too mesmerized by her tits moving back and forth and your whines and moans vibrating his cock was not helping. Emma didn’t even want an answer because she was too lost in your pussy juices mixing with hers almost too perfectly. Your clit vibrated against hers and suddenly she felt a wet substance gush out of your pussy with your loud moans vibrating and engulfed by your own spit against Draken’s cock. All three of you screamed out or groaned especially when you swiped your tongue under his vein one last time.

Emma groped your right tit with her right hand and brought your hand to grope her left tit with your left hand. Her pussy was creaming against yours and yours was squirting against hers which means the substance was turning white and creamy. “ Dr-drakennnn! {reader’s nameeee}, I’m cummin’”

Draken’s hand reached between you two to feel both of your wetness and brought his hands to his mouth as his cock was parked inside of your mouth, lumping his cum into you nonstop, “ so fucking good, need you to swallow all of it, ya hear me? Wanna’ fuck you and my wife while you two lay on top of eachother but first I need you to take all of my load, fu-uuhhh-ck, so hot and sexy.” He was looking at Emma and then peered down at you with your face covered in mascara and spit dripping down your face from his rough face fucking. Yeah, he was definitely gonna give you and Emma a prize and you’ll be a fine third in their relationship, especially since your children seem to get along well with theirs.

☆ᩧ Takemichi and Hina ୨ ♡l

Hina and Takemichi were looking for a person to fulfill both of their desires at once so when Emma told Hina about you and her time with one another, Hina was intrigued on meeting you, so when she did, she was stunned. Takemichi was definitely gonna love you because you’re exactly the epitome of his browser history and you are literally the woman described in his dream he told her about. He was so into Milfs so you were perfect and she was into hot older women so you were perfect.

Meeting Takemichi after Hina was something you’ll never forget especially when he blurted out “ Hot” when he saw you just for Hina to enclose her hand over his mouth, apologizing profusely to you in the act of saving you from possibly chewing up takemichi. She let out a sigh of relief when you just smiled at the two.

Once they both got to meet you, they started to hang around you a lot for a month, Draken and Emma hung out too but Takemichi and Hina were clingier to you, it was a weird but good feeling. The feeling of you being wanted was something you haven’t had in a long time towards you so why not indulge in it with another couple. Remember no strings attached to your little affairs; a note you made to yourself.

Reasons why you were rolling your hips on top of Takemichi snatching all of his moans from him with a sealed kiss each time he let out a squeaky moan. Your hands were flat against your bed and your boobs were happily bouncing in his face causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head, “mmmhh fuck Mitchy, you’re dick is stretching me open. Is this what you take every night little Hina?” Once your head turned to her Hina moaned even more louder as she watched you continue to roll your ass in a slow circle, taking his dick in and out of your clenching hole. She always wanted to see someone else fucking Takemichi while she watched or joined, last time it was Emma since they decided on swinging that one unforgettable night after planning that for years.

She reached down to rub herself through her panties as she watched you wait for your answer and once she didn’t give you one, you slammed your ass on Takemitchy’s sensitive cock, taking him deeper inside while still holding eye contact with Hina, “ I don’t like to repeat questions, pretty one. Now answer my question or would you like your husband to pay the price by expanding his overstimulation time, limits are only for good boys and girls, especially if they’re married to each other because remember, Ahh fuck, remember you guys are one, so what ever you do will effect the other one.” Takemitchy couldn’t take your pussy swallowing his cock so deliciously and came inside of you surprising you a little. Hina was even surprised but luckily she was even more turned on because she never would’ve guessed she’d be into sharing as much as she is right now. Maybe it’s because she wanted you too.

Takemichi clenched the sheets with a tight grip pleading for mercy, “ Please.. please, I can’t. Oh god, Hina please answer her baby. Ahhn shit, she feels so hot and perfect.” Hina now had her fingers inside of her squelching pussy not caring about anything but the way you demanded an answer from her, fuck she was in love with your dominance, “ I-I’m sorry, yes yes I take all his cock every night, can I please touch you or you touch me? I don’t care I just want your attention~”

You laughed and used two fingers in a come here motion to her which immediately made her stand up and come next to you— grabbing her chin tightly, you smiled at her, “ Touch yourself Hina, touch yourself while you kiss me as I fuck your husband like the dirty man he is. I got a feeling you want to see him cry just like me, isn't that right Hina?” She nodded her head and placed her lips on yours savoring the taste of your pink flavored lip gloss on your lips, although the flavor lasted longer than the gloss though. Hina reached to play with her clit in between her index finger and middle finger- whimpering in identical Rhythm with her husband who’s panting and crying with big tears rolling down his ruby flushed face, “ wan’ more! Need more miss {reader’s name}.”

“ Really now? Stand in front of me, on the bed. Latch onto my shoulders if you have to.” You looked down and smirked at Takemichi before lifting all the way up, his cock finally getting the rest it needed. Relief only washed over him for a quick second because now you were pushing his cock back and forth on your clit and vagina hole, it’s like you were teasing him too damn much and he knew he was gonna burst any minute especially from the water erupting from your pussy causing you to shake a little— letting go of his cock because of your pussy starting to squirt even more as you continued rubbing your pussy on his dick.

“ Shit Hina, {reader’s name}, I wanna cum. Wanna cum so bad. Can I cum please? Please.”, Takemichi moaned as his head flew back against the pillow. Takemitchy looked so pretty in your eyes as his sweat rolled down his face connecting with the fat tears pouring down his eyes, his slender chest lifting up and down and perky nipples red with bites from you and Hina prior to this session now. Wonderfully, something even more prettier was in your face now: Hina’s wet pink but slightly tan pussy. You looked up at her as you stuck your tongue out ready for her to ride your tongue. This just reminds you of you and your husband swinger days, oh how you missed experimenting with your ex-husband.

Hina threw her strawberry blonde hair back as her head snapped back in pure carnality of your thick, wet muscle swiping across her pussy. You hummed in delight before reaching up to grab her hips and shoved her pussy into your face— latching your lips on her clit during the time of her small, delicate hands holding tightly onto your head, raising one leg up on your shoulder to give you better access, “ Fuck, this feels soooo goodahhh, keep licking me like that miss {reader’s name}.” You gladly obliged to her small demand and flicked your o this faster over her clit making sure to apply a little pressure on her clit by the heaviness of your tongue. She tasted so damn natural and good, pussy was something you loved eating and appreciating when it comes to women, she was the woman who’s pussy you’ll come back to for thirds, fuck seconds.

Takemichi was cross eyed now at the time of small spit strings appearing and disappearing whenever he opened and closed his mouth, panting out wanton moans and whimpers when you finally reached down to skillfully place him back inside of you. You loved the feeling of his cock jumping inside of you as his and your juices mixed together started to drip down his balls and onto the bed. He felt so sticky and he didn’t care. This was his first time cumming back to back and it’s all because of you. You were Overstimulating him and his wife especially with the way your tongue flicked against his wife’s pussy. He couldn’t think about nothing as he heard Hina’s pretty moans and the slurping and wet sounds you were producing by your mouth and pussy. This was the best he had and he’s pretty sure Hina thinks the same because of the way she’s thrusting her small hips up and down— shaking as she approached another orgasm. “ mmm, God, I wanna do this again, Hina. Shit.”

☆ᩧ Mitsuya Takashi ୨ ♡l

Mitsuya was in love with hanging out with you and your kids. They reminded him of his little sisters from when they were that age. The way they act, argue, and etc. was similar to Luna and Mana. He loves watching you be a good parent to them and them coming to confide in you about anything like the other day when Saphhire asked “what’s it like to be friends with someone you just met” when referring to her own friendship with someone at school and your own with Mitsuya and the others.

She even asked Mitsuya the same question and a question about his life, not too nosy, just a curious baby girl and he happily answered them, which gave the go to Amethyst to ask him questions too. They were slowly making their way into his heart just like you were.

Mitsuya loved being around you and watching you smile and light up at things you loved to speak about or indulge in. Every since you told him about your fashion designing career taking off, he’s been asking you to chime in on his own pieces so that’s why he invited you to his shop, which was a mistake because when he saw your dolce & gabbana leopard print dress clenching to your pretty full-figure and your black pumps, his pants grew tighter and he couldn’t focus.

Mitsuya couldn’t help but to place his hands on your hips as your ass was slightly bent over as you helped him with his patterns for his dress he was designing for his upcoming fashion show in Osaka. His hands felt like they belonged on your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulders to see what you were doing and you were doing the peacock design so perfectly, more perfect than what he had in his mind. He breathed in your expensive scent and sighed prior to trailing his large hands over the paunchy skin poking out your dress at your sides and down to your ass rubbing it. “ Remember what I said I wanted to do to you after our date? Wanna take you right here and now as you focus on helping to design my dress you’re wearing in my fashion show. Will you mess it up or will you finish off well?” Once you turned your head to look at him with a full blown lust in your eyes, he knew he had you wrapped around his finger now, especially with your next words, “ Please take me. Wanted you ever since our second date.”

With that, Mitsuya had your dress hiked up around your waist whilst pounding inside of your cunt, “ Fuck, you’re so sexy, my love. Want to fuck you every day of my life, don’t care how old you are. Want you forever now.” He felt you shake as your ass bounced against him every time he thrusted into you. The ripples from your ass plus the sexy leopard print on your body was causing him to have a feeling in his chest he couldn’t describe. He found the print he was going to fuck you in everyday in his life, for the future with you too. The print he was going to design with just to fuck and make love to you in. The print he was fucking you in now.

You stopped using the pen with blue markings for the peacock patterns because of Mitsuya twirling his hips as he snapped his hips forward, “ Yes, yes, mmmgh, god, your dick is fucking me so good right now.” You tried to go back to printing in the peacock pattern in the dress and you almost fucked up due to Takashi massaging your tits with both of his hands on each boob now, “ Takashiii, I can’t do it. I can’t focus while you’re, mmmhh, fucking me. But I don’t want you to stop.”

Mitsuya smirked before grabbing the pen out your hand—throwing it somewhere afore taking you away from the curvy Manikin that was creepily modeled after your body, too bad you were too busy getting fucked as you walked to his desk. Mitsuya couldn’t missed the opportunity of fucking into you at the angle your body was making right now. Your back was to his chest as you two walked step by step to the desk, your designer heels clicking against the floor with every step you two took. He slammed inside of you, fast and long were what his strokes felt like. Mitsuya was stuffing you full of dick, not letting up when you reached back to move your hand to his stomach pushing on it only to get your hands locked into both of his hands, “ fuck no, sunshine, you’re not getting away after all the stroking of my leg under the dinner table or the taunting you were doing by saying I can’t handle a woman you’re age as if you didn’t fuck Draken or Takemitchy, you play around a lot, love. Lemme show you what the other twin dragon could do.”

It was obvious he was a bit jealous you fucked Draken first but his jealousy was short lived when you said, “ I only got my mind on you right now mitsyy, you’re fucking me right now not them so show me what the other twin dragon can do, the one I really want.” You should’ve never moaned those words because Mitsuya was now holding your head down on the table with one hand and the other one was still holding your hands together alluding to a rope of his own, “ fuck, sunshine, you can’t say words like that. Fucking hell.” Mitsuya's eyes rolled to the back of his head as your pussy wrapped around his wet dick like a blue rubber glove sticking to your skin when you put them in water.

He moved his hand off your hand to let it join his other hand holding your hand when he suddenly heard you moan loudly as you whined and cried with your face on his desk, “ M’cummin, M’cummin right now. Kashiii, it feels like my stomach is snapping, ahhhnnn.” Mitsuya felt his shoes get heavy and wet making him stop to look down seeing you squirting on his cock and his designer shoe, some of the liquid landing on the floor. If you would’ve looked back at Mitsuya, you would’ve seen his wide smile and wild eyes full of shine because he found his new obsessions about you— the new obsession was joining his other details about you he was obsessed with.

“ That’s right, baby. Squirt on my cock just like that.”, Mitsuya says, still pushing his cock inside of you, not caring if tears were pouring down your eyes because of the overstimulation you were getting. You wondered if this is what Takemichi felt like. This was hell and pleasure at the same time. Takashi's eyes rolled and mouth opened to spurt out moans at the feeling of your ass throwing back against his pelvis creating powerful smacking sounds inside of his studio, which was closed as soon as he switched the sign off. He felt himself about to cum and couldn’t hold your hands back anymore, he needed to hold your body tight as you cum on his cock. He wanted to cum inside of you, not knowing if you’re on birth control or not— he doesn’t even care if you were or not, time for him to have a child anyways.

Mitsuya grabbed your stomach through your dress and pulled you up while you were still in your heels towering over him a little, yet he didn’t care. He just needed to see you cum undone again, luckily his mirror was behind his chair and he stared straight ahead watching your face expressions change multiple times in sequence with his thrusts too. Soon as he snapped his hips against your ass making a big clap sound, his stomach knot came undone and he came right inside of you with a loud moan following, “ Fuck yes. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect girl. My fucking girl.” He was babbling and you squirted out his white cum which essentially got mixed with his cum so now you were squirting out white juices as you broke inside of his arms. You tried to escape off his cock and out of his arms, but he didn’t budge not once even if he was growing a bit weak at the moment, “ You’re not going anywhere so just relax, sunshine. Kissing your forehead to finish off his sentence just right.

“ Yo, Mitsuya, you managed to bag a Milf huh?”

☆ᩧ Taiju Shiba & South Terano ୨ ♡l

Taiju walked into Mitsuya studio right on time—seeing you bent over the table with your heels glued to the floor and dress melting in your skin because of the sweat dancing across your body was everything he needed to see to get hooked on you as well. He didn’t even like when Mitsuya hurried to cover you up with his jacket by the chair on the left of him. He wanted to see you even more.

Luckily, He finally got to see you in his restaurant with two friends from your old neighborhood accompanying you at the dinner to discuss everything in your life from your kids to your sex lives. Taiju was viewing the way your lips were moving from where he stands on the balcony above, he was listening to South speak but watching you intensely. South was a person he wouldn’t consider a friend but is very much a friend in other people's eyes. He was back from Ireland because of a match over there and was gloating about his championship win, yet again.

South felt like Taiju wasn’t listening and stopped talking to walk bedside Taiju looking down at you. South followed his gaze and saw you laughing about your friend telling you a story about how the men she fucked was a slug as he fucked her. South smirked and made his way down to you and when he got to you he interrupted the conversation and introduced himself. Taiju vein appeared in his forehead as he watched South spit his pathetic game on you. Taiju knew it wasn’t gonna work until he saw you writing down your number before raising a class at him as you gave your number to South, who didn’t notice the way you were staring up at Taiju.

You felt like you were being a slut but you were divorced for years and celibate for two years after, you needed this and that was your excuse besides you were still young in mother years so why not indulge in your fantasies and save your 40s for sitting down again. Your 20s were stolen from you by your ex husband so now you’re reliving them. You haven’t felt this feeling since your swinging days. You were always private about your life that people didn’t expect that or this act from you until they actually knew you. Yet, You never would’ve thought that these two would get you the first night of meeting them because now you’re in South’s black 2024 Chevrolet convertible bouncing on South’s cock at the back of Taiju’s restaurant with Taiju leaning on the car, smoking a cigar, “ Hurry the fuck up, South. I want her spreaded on this ugly ass car of yours.”

“ Shut the fuck up, this pussy is too good and tight for me to have to cum to your annoying ass voice in the background, so shut up!” South slapped your ass before grabbing it with his large ass hands, his cold rings on his fingers were a contrast with your skin as he lifted you up and down. “ Fuck yes, baby! Fucking tight for an old bitch like yourself, Mmgh fuck, color me impressed. Pussy is swallowing my dick like it’s a mouth. Fuck yeah!”

You were too drunk off how deep his thick cock was inside of you that you couldn’t even hear half of the words he was saying, plus your moans were growing louder and louder, “ Aaahn, it’s so damn deep, fu-uhhhmmm, I think I’m close.” Your hands came up to his neck as you wiggles your ass before riding him up and down to chase your own orgasm, “ Ahhh yes, dick, your dick is so fucking, hnnhahhh. Keep fucking me, South.” A slap to your ass and his head flying back against his seats indicated that he’s in pure rhapsody, basking in the feeling of your pussy taking him like no other woman his age could, the late 20s women couldn’t take all of his dick even if they tried. He’s now hooked on you and he doesn't plan on letting you go but for now, he got to because Taiju’s right here.

Taiju watched your movements whilst riding South’s cock like you were on a bull ride, your dress was up and gave him a perfect view of your ass he couldn’t stop staring at or fantasizing about since he saw it when you fucked Mitsuya. He exhaled the smoke building up in his throat— his yellow eyes watching the car move up and down as you two bounced even more faster due to South’s intense grip on your ass lifting it up and down like you were a pocket pussy of his. South didn’t care about your weight, he wasn’t a heavy weight champion for nothing so don’t underestimate him, “ Shit baby, I could feel your pussy shaping to my cock and now you’re about to cum aren’t you?” Taiju watched you babble out your words to the point they were coming out slurred. You couldn’t speak when South’s cock was reaching places you haven’t felt in a long time, thanks to his right- curved dick.

Taiju smirked at your head flying back as your arms were going limp meanwhile South wrapped his muscular arms around your waist still moving you up and down despite you going limp and mind fucked, some drool was even trailing down your mouth because of your head being back and your mouth open releasing now muffled screams in Taiju’s hand clamped over your mouth, “ Shit, she’s a creamer and screamer, can’t forget a squirter too.” South squeezed his eyes shut followed by a loud groan escaping his mouth, he came into the condom that was pathetically wrapped around his cock, “ Really now? Let’s see if I could—”

“ Fuck no. It’s my turn now give her to me.”, Taiju opened the car door and lifted you up into his arms to walk you to the hood of South’s car. “ You’re okay, little strawberry?” You nodded your head sluggishly, “ m’not done but yes I’m okay now fuck me.” Taiju hummed and unbuckled his pants to free his hard, aching cock onto your wet pussy— legs cocked open revealing the most prettiest pussy he ever seen, “ Fuck, she’s so pretty covered in your wetness.” To get his point across even more, he slid his index finger over your pussy to hold it up to your mouth, “ See how sticky she is, gonna make this pussy mine tonight.”

Taiju was a man of a few words but whenever he did speak, his words were absolute because his cock was driving you crazy as he fucked you on top of the car you’re desperately trying to hold on to. His hips smacked into yours, not giving a damn if people heard the loud smacking noises your bodies created as they slapped into each other. Each time he fucked into you, the car rocked with South chuckling in the back seat with his phone in his hand, he was on the phone with Mikey asking him if he’s up for fighting in benkei’s gym with him. Taiju paid no attention to his loud voice because of your moans drowning out South’s annoying voice, “ nngh! Wanna cum, wanna cu-uhnmmm.”

“ Cum on my dick, strawberry. Make a mess of my cock baby. Need that pussy squirting and creaming on me. Come on, I know you could give me what I want. Fuck!”, Taiju groaned as he leaned over you with his chin on your head while one of his hands were on your head and another one was on your thighs— printing his hand into your thigh from how tight he was gripping the fat of your thigh. Nothing but his chest was in your view and you loved it even if he had his white dress shirt on. Once his cock started to make its way to kiss your cervix you were glad you came before that because you knew that would’ve hurt you if he ended up kissing it. Taiju stopped and came inside of you when you came on his cock causing him to dent South’s hood by how hard he banged his falling hand from your head on it. Both of your moans and groans plus South vulgar language in all three languages he speaks fluently in were heard due to the effect of Taiju fucking up his car. Your friends weren’t even thought about as your squirting came out in white and clear water because of his cum and your cream mixed together.

“ Oh shut the fuck up, I’ll fix it.”

☆ᩧ Tokyo Manji Gang ୨ ♡l

Your kids were growing a little bigger as the months flew by. It's now April and when you moved to Tokyo it was in the middle of January. They formed bonds with Emma’s son and the men you formed relations with. So when your babies were over for their week, you loved spending time with them and the men and women who stop by your house. Mikey and Amethyst always got into it over the dorayaki he got her hooked on by bringing them over and asking if you could make some from scratch. Sapphire loved riding on Hanma’s or Mochi’s neck or backs. During your week with them, it was nothing but fun and extraordinary things happening, reasons why they plan on getting their dad to move across or next to you, on the other side .

They love when it’s your week because you're the most fun out of the two. You were a little strict when needed but they knew to get their acts together quickly. They loved the house, friends, and most of all, you. So whenever they have to leave, like now, they always get a little sad until Kazutora- who you met at his pet shop- promised to show them the baby bobcat they recently placed in their pet shop. Instantly brighten up their faces, you whispered a thank you to him as he and Chifuyu hugged your baby dolls.

You’ve recently been getting so down and sad whenever they leave and this was one of the moments that the Toman crew got to witness with their own eyes, it was almost sad with how moppy you became, but when Mikey came up with a plan every piece of sympathy escaped the men as they came up with a plan to get your smile or cheeks brightened again, a great plan considering the way your mid-thigh, purple sundress sat on your figure just right with your light purple Steve Madden strap heels to match.

Sex and comfort was Mikey’s plan and it was working as he watched Kazutora and Baji lick your pussy at the same time, tongues knocking into each other several times as you tongue fucked you and hakkai kissing your lips to stop your moans from getting any louder not that they minded. He watched as Draken and Mitsuya spoke about their plans with the vacation getaway they were planning, but Manjirou wasn’t paying attention or going if you’re not. He wanted you there, so that’s why he thought this master plan of his was actually smart. As soon as you started to kiss Mikey before this current situation, you forgot what you were sad about. Your emotions didn’t exactly flip right then and there, after all it took Mikey whispering sweet sayings to you as he and Sanzu laid you down.

“ She’s such a loud moaner, wanna see if we can make her scream?”, Nahoya says to his brother Souya as a bet between them until Hanma decided to join in their conversation, “ 10 yen if I make her scream?” You couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation because baji’s tonhue ring was vibrating against your clit and you couldn’t hear anything but that, well at least you thought you could hear the vibrations from the momentum of his tongue flicking up and down your clit in a long oval taking in the beauty of pussy eating right in front of his eyes. Kazutora and, now, Chifuyu watched with gleaming eyes at how your body squirmed under their holds as Keisuke fucked his tongue piercing all over your pussy. The slurping sounds got louder as he proudly stuffed his face back in your pussy, not letting up even if you thrashed around with loud muffled moans contributing to your brain becoming mushy.

“ Fuck, she’s so fucking volumptous every where, even her pussy is volumptous, wan’ my turn too so Keisuke hurry the hell up!”, Pah chin says forgetting about Yuki for a moment until he heard her voice on the other side of the phone telling him to hold the phone up straight so she could see. She was too busy out with Senju and Yuzuha so she couldn’t participate with all the men of Toman like that but luckily Pah-chin was ever so the loving husband— deciding to FaceTime her so her and the girls could see what they were missing. Keisuke felt your fingers in his hair, yanking and pulling on his ponytail eagerly trying to get yourself off faster and he wasn’t having it, so he stopped and smirked at your head rising up from the sofa in hurt and confusion.

“ Sorry princess, can’t let you cum so fast yet, need you whining on our cocks begging to cum over and over again”, Keisuke says as he rises up from his knees.

Mitsuya chuckled before pitching in himself, “ She’s so damn beautiful when she cums, her little lip bite she does before screaming out will always get me going.”

Draken laughed and nodded his head in agreement while Takemichi blushed as he looked at you with your brown nipples out and your sundress bunched up on your tummy—your pussy was on full display. Your pussy was the prettiest he's ever seen, especially with someone who’s hairy, not bush wise yet not that he wouldn’t or they wouldn’t mind but it looks like it’s growing hair on it. “ She’s so beautiful.” A hand was placed on his shoulder as Takemichi stared at your body lifting up and down due to the oxygen you let in and out, “ Easy, we’re just getting started Takemichi.” Kisaki, a man Takemichi would’ve never thought he’d befriend but here we are. The final timeline was something he hardly discussed with anyone other than Mikey and possibly Chifuyu, he so badly wanted to say that you weren’t a part of the final timeline but damn you were a fine ass edition so why would he worry or complain.

Indeed it was the beginning because after Pah and Pey both took turns spitting on your pussy and eating you out, the twins were now fucking you while Sanzu had his cock in your mouth. You didn’t care about anything except getting fucked without any mercy from nahoya and mercy from Souya, they were ying and yin while fucking into both ends, courtesy to Draken for using his fingers to prep your ass to take Nahoya’s thick 7 inch cock. Your gags and moans were music to everyone’s ear, especially the man who’s holding your head as he fucked into your mouth while your body was stuck in between Angry and Smiley. “ Fuck, she’s a fucking pro at taking and sucking dick. Toman’s little fuck doll.”, Sanzu moaned as he threw his head back.

“ More like Toman’s pretty little Milf, fuck, I wonder what the others would say once they found out she’s milked almost everyone in this room by now. Such a naughty older slut we got our fingers on and in boys.”, Hanma boasts with a loud laugh following making the others roll their eyes at his foolishness. Once they heard the loud slapping and choking noises coming from them fucking into your body, they knew the only thing on your mind was the word dick and they were right. It was like an repeated echo in your mind because of how fucked your mind was. Soon after them though, Kisaki and Hanma both got a turn and you couldn’t take Hanma’s cock in your pussy, he was possibly the largest out of everyone but not larger than south and Taiju whom you had before. His big hands were imprinted on your thighs as he held you up, fucking you against the edge of the table, creaks of it scrapping the floor as he fucked his cum into you. The same cum Kisaki slurped out of you before spitting it back on your pussy and devouring you, “ Too much. Too much. Ahhn.” Your moans were music to Kisaki’s ears.

you managed to still hold on for Mikey’s and the Baji trio. Mikey has his cock in your pussy now and Baji had his cock in your ass at the same time of you switching between Chifuyu and Kazutora, either sucking their cocks or giving them handjobs. Mikey groaned as he felt your pussy tightly clench onto him as he sloppily thrusts his hips forward and backwards, him and Baji moving at different paces torturing your pussy and ass, “ Fuck yeah, bunny. So fucking good for me and my friends aren’t you? Wanna know something, my brothers gonna be pissed I got you first, even my older brother who I- fuck! You’re milking my cock so well- I talk about you to. Good luck dealing with both, my chubby bunny. Now cum f’me.” And indeed you came especially hearing how his entire family wanted you. Your body shaking and creaming on their cocks made the men chuckle and moan in delight.

☆ᩧ Yokohama Tenjiku Gang l ୨ ♡l

Izana got word from his little brother bragging about how good you treated him and his friends. He didn’t like it one bit so he ended up inviting you over to his house to teach him how to bake your famous peach cobbler you made for him when you cooked dinner that one Sunday before your kids went to their dad. He remembered getting to know you even more as you told stories about your little family and where you all were from and etc.

He remembered that night, might even got it tattooed in his mind because he remembered your outfit you wore for the lots of them. Appropriate around your children but still somewhat inappropriate around them from the way it fits your body just right. He noticed all your clothes fit your body, that’s when a light bulb came to his head and he remembered you saying you design or tailor pieces of clothing yourself.

So when he invited you over to his house to make your famous peach cobbler, he or his friends weren’t expecting to see you dressed like you were walking the runway. With a pink and black spaghetti strap dress on and black and black custom made La Parfait heels with pink frills on them, Mochi was the first to ask why you were so dressed up. Neither one of them liked your answer because who were you going on a date with?! It wasn’t anyone from Toman, considering Koko asked the questions related to them and Toman, so who?

Too bad, you couldn’t tell them because A). They didn’t want to actually know and the peach cobbler was abandoned as soon as you mentioned the man you met two months ago, Keizo Arashi. The way that you gloat about him when meeting him in his gym for the first time, pisses half of them off so that led to you being split open by Izana's large cock. His cock was a cock you never wanted to let go of, which is why it gripped which made him release a hiss— slapping your heavy tits repeatedly, “ You really think I’m gonna let you go out with my brother’s friend when I could do more for you than he ever could, no matter if I’m 30. We are only seven years apart baby, don’t piss me off Mahal.”

You felt like your tits were gonna be sore after he and the Haitanis’ get done with them. They’re mouths were glued to each tit after he slapped them. Rindou’s tongue ring was enough to make you whimper and moan while grabbing his blue and yellow mullet without a care in the world. Ran’s mouth was the total opposite of how Rindou made you feel but you still loved him sucking on your tit until milk suddenly leaked out causing him to happily suck on your bouncing tit even more. Ran moaned in delight as he sucked out the milk of your tits, “ Still lactating after all these years, baby doll. Everyday I become more obsessed with you”. You tried to push him off in embarassment, but Izana grabbed your hands in his pulling them down to your stomach as he fucked into you missionary style, “ no, no, it’s so embarrassing but feel so go-ouuuuhhdah.”

“ Good. Be embarrassed, the more humiliated you are, the more your pussy grips my cock just perfect, pretty baby. You’re such a pretty slut who loves to put on a fake persona, aren’t you?”, Izana asks as he snaps his hips into your thighs. Before you could wail out your answer, a presence clouded around you whilst squinting your eyes, “ Mind if I fuck your mouth like the whore that you are.” Your pussy spasms on Izana’s cock making him moan as his white curly hair stuck to his face as it ran with the sweat forming on his forehead, “ Shit! This cougar pussy loves to be degraded, yeah.” Mochi tapped your chin with his huge, heavy dick telling you to open up as he saw your mind start to get foggy as you babbled about needing more like you were casting a spell. You glady opened your mouth and took his cock inside of it. Mochi took in a breathe during the time of your throat taking him in, the gags on his cock made him throw his head back, “ fuck yeah, slut. You’re taking my cock in so well, wan’ more don’t cha?” When you stupidly tried to answer with your mouth, more gags and muffles were vibrating his cock making everyone laugh at your stupidity.

Muto rose up from his seat with Koko and Inupi following behind, “ She’s so stupid. Can’t even answer because her mouth and pussy is being stuffed so well that she can’t speak or form correct sentences. Such a pity for a beautiful woman like yourself. Such a toy, our fuck toy.” Muto wanted to fuck your ass so he waited until Izana came deep inside of your pussy not caring about any consequences, your pussy was too good for him to pull out or fuck with a condom, “ Squeezing me so tight, darling. My little Angel is gonna make me cum. Fu-uhhghhh.” Mochi was next to cum deep inside of your mouth not caring how animalistic his groan was.

You thought you could catch a breath but Muto already had his hands on your body when everyone separated from you, the tit that Ran was sucking on was sore and sensitive to touch right now. Muto lifted you up in his arms and walked you to the couch to sit down with you still having your legs wrapped around him, “ Ride me in reverse, might cum too fast looking at your pretty ass face.” You giggled before getting up to get in the reverse cowgirl position, looking back at him as you grabbed his freed, long cock in your hands. Sliding your pussy on his cock was a magnificent view for Muto as it was for Koko and Inupi standing on the side of you two. You teased Muto at first as your hand still held his cock while slipping him in and out, gaining an irritated grunt from him until he grabbed your hips to slam your down on his cock causing your eyes to go wide and your mouth to scream out curse words. The impact of his cock inside of you was stretching and painful, he’s up there with fucking South, so you couldn’t move just yet because he was letting you catch your breathe again, “ See what teasing me do. Make me wanna make you scream and cry in pleasure on my dick.”

Before you know it, your body was bent down in a all fours position whilst Muto pounded into you with Koko recording the entire thing for himself, fuck everyone else because when you have to pratically manage Manjirou’s finance it was a lot of stress for him and Kisaki, so he needed this. Muto loved the way your ass jiggle as he thrusted up into you, “ The greatest ass I ever seen, just wanna fuck you all day to see it, may even wanna fuck it soon.” Your moans were muffled and what you were saying was gibberish so Muto bent down a little to lift you up to bring you into his chest so now your back was to his sweaty chest while his head was on your shoulders breathing in your intoxicating scent. Koko came closer with his cock now out, “ What was that? Couldn’t hear what you were trying to say, don’t tell me you’re becoming senile already, you’re only in your late 30s. But if you’re not senile, prove it to me and the camera audience.”

You didn’t care about what he was saying, you just needed something in your mouth fast or else you’ll wake their neighbors up especially since your pus A is starting to get sloppier and wetter which means, “ Holy shit, she’s squirting. The pretty bunny is squirting on Muto’s dick nonstop, can’t wait for my turn, so hurry up Muto!” A new voice, Shion, the man who was edging himself this entire time. Muto snapped his hips up three more times, cumming inside of you. You were now stuffed with two of their cum and you somehow felt like your younger self again, in other words, a young cum slut again. Muto grip on your hips were gonna make a dark purple bruise on your sable skin, but you were too busy silent screaming as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth opened in a little O. Koko captured all of it and now he was capturing it up close with his cock getting worked by your hand as the Haitanis’ and inui took you together. The fact that you were getting fucked in both holes recklessly tells them what type of slut you were back then.

Ran and Rindou loved how well you were sucking their dicks inside of your pussy and prepared ass, thanks to Shion who fingered and ate your ass. Shion slobbering all over your puckering hole was a little embarrassing for you since everyone was watching but it felt so good so you moved the embarrassment to the back of your head. So he was finally useful for something after all these years and that was opening you up for Ran to shove his cock inside of your ass proudly and loudly too. Rindou’s cock had lots of girth so it was hard for him to fuck into you without hurting you until you declared, “ Wan’ more. Rindou please fuck me, stretch me I don’t care. Need more. Ahhghn.” Rindou took that as a go to slam inside of you at the same time of his brother slamming inside of you from below. Soon they both found cadence, so when Inupi came from the side to grab your head to let you suck him, everything fell into place like dominos.

Inupi was trying to hold his whimpers and moans back until Koko reached to slap his hands, “ No. No. Let her hear how amazing that slut of a mouth she has is.” And he did by grabbing your hair tightly in his clutch as his long but skinny cock moved inside of your mouth like he never wanted it to stop. Your moans from how hard and fast the Haitani brothers were fucking you was cut off by Inupi slamming his cock inside of your spit bubbles filled mouth. Fuck your face was getting messier as your mascara poured down your eyes and snot started to form, fuck you were so messy and that only turned Inupi and everyone else on even more. Your phone ringing non stop wasn’t even heard because of how much everyone was moaning, groaning, or screaming. Izana held your phone with a devilish smile on your face while looking at the caller ID with Benkei’s name appearing and disappearing from how much he was calling you. “Too late she’s with us now.”

☆ᩧ Original Black Dragons Gang l ୨ ♡l

Manjirou invited you over to his house again, this time it was only him so you were really excited. He wanted to watch you cook him your grandma’s Sunday dinner you rave about. He couldn’t focus on anything you had to say because he was just watching you cook with your pink polka dot apron that had “Hot Cook” on it. He was about to ask you a question about the macaroni and cheese but he got interrupted by Izana yelling his name all throughout the house trying to find where he was at.

Manjirou was annoyed he got cut off from his time alone with you so he and Izana were arguing and while they were arguing the doorbell rang again. You were debating if you wanted to get it but eventually you did because they kept arguing about you and other things. As you opened the door, three men including Benkei stood there.

Your action of hugging Benkei caused the other two men to be confused and jealous. After the hug, they all went inside and so Benkei introduced you to his friends. Handshakes came from Wakasa and Shinichiro while Takeomi tried to hug you just to feel your boobs squished against his chest. Mikey didn’t like the way the older men stared at you like you were the only person in the room. It irked Izana as well, seeing Shinichiro's eyes linger on your ass as you walked away to turn off the stove.

Great decision to turn off the stove and oven because you were being bent over the table by Shinichiro grabbing your hair as a cigarette hung from his mouth, “ Such a beauty you all were hiding from us.” Benkei’s tongue explored the inside of your mouth while both hands were occupied by Takeomi and Walasa’s cocks. Your jeans you wore were somewhere on the floor and the shirt completely ripped due to Takeomi’s hands so now you were only being fucked from behind with a apron on. Spit dripped down your chin as you tongue kissed Benkei so passionately as Mikey and his, final timeline, Toman gang sat on chairs, floor, and couches. All have their eyes on you getting fucked by people older than you. “ Mmphff.” Wakasa chuckled at you desperately moaning in the heated kiss you and his best friend shared, “Hear that, she’s enjoying this so much, did her body shudder from the touch of your hands… from the silence I could tell it didn’t so watch and learn boys.”

Shin yanked your hair in your hairstyle some more and pushed his long, hard cock inside of you. His baggy pants were on his ankles as he fucked you with skin to skin contact. His skin pumped fresh blood of excitement because he was fucking a Milf and he always wanted to fuck one, older or younger than him, he didn’t care. “ Shit! Her pussy is still so tight and comfortable after fucking every last one of you here. Such great pussy that you should treat as a prize every day. I always taught you guys right? Manjirou and Izana? To treat women like the best damn person to walk on earth and now I’m teaching you how to treat their pussies like the greatest prize you’ll ever get.” Manjirou gulped while Izana nodded his head, rolling his eyes after before speaking, “ You have a lot of nerve fucking my woman Shinichiro. Right in front of me.”

Shinchiro chuckled as he leaned down to your ear—stretching his arms to place his hands across your neck, squeezing it just right and not too tight, “ Little brother already claimed you huh? Benkei, how do you feel about this?” Benkei released your lips from his teeth since he was biting your lips as you moaned from the impact of Shinichiro’s hips smacking against yours at a steady and hard pace. Arashi’s cock was right in front of your face and you tried to reach to lick it but Shinichiro grabbed your hair and pulled your back depriving you of getting to lick his cock. You wanted to cry because you wanted him inside of your mouth so bad and Shinichiro was stopping you. Benkei gulped as he looked at you trying to suppress your moans and tears from falling out your eyes, “ She knows who she belongs with, so I feel good especially knowing that she’s choosing me after all of this is done.”

Soon after, Shinichiro pulled out and let Benkei take you to the couch that wasn’t sat on at all since Manjirou oddly enough had three couches in his living room. Once they did, you found yourself being spilt open by Wakasa and Benkei. Your hair was so messy from the hairstyle you had it in and your teary eyes were so watery that Takeomi almost felt bad for you as he fucked into your mouth, “ Mmmph, mmnnn, I cwn’tttmmmgh.” Double penetration was so hot and had you moaning like a bitch in heat. On top of that, Takeomi’s hair was down and sticking to his forehead so beautifully that you tried to keep eye contact with him as he pistol into your mouth with no care if your throat can take him, “ She’s so fucking pretty taking my dick down her throat like this, should frame it. So, Hanma get your ass over here to take a photo with your camera, you don’t mind right doll?” You tried to nod your head yes, but he just snapped his hips to your mouth causing you to gag loudly making the men inside of the living room groan and moan at your gags, “ my bad, thought you wanted more of my dick in you.” His pubic hairs were touching the sides of your mouth and nose from how deep he was inside of your mouth. And you loved it.

Benkei basked in the glory of your pussy taking all of his dick like a vixen at the same time of Wakasa fucking into your tight ass from above with one leg on the couch. Shinichiro was twisting your nipples causing more tears to fall because they still hurt from three days ago with the Haitani brothers sucking and playing with them. Benkei felt his dick getting wetter with your juices and moaned at the feeling of your warmth around him, “ Haven’t had pussy like this in a long ass time. Wanna get you pregnant so bad.” You moaned at his words because you were the most beautiful while pregnant and plus you loved the praise coming from him the most. It was him and Mitsuya praises that mean something to you. Wakasa gripped your neck with his hand, feeling Takeomi’s dick print moving in and out of you. Excitement from that, Wakasa happily plunged into your gaping ass, “ Say you want him to breed you, Princess. Wanna hear you loud and clear even if it’s through choked moans.” You shook your head, too embarrassed to say anything with a huge ass dick in your mouth slapping your uvula multiple times. Hanma was sitting on the other side of you taking pictures of this entire situation with a chilling smile on his face. Fuck, you looked so photogenic right now, well always really since he’s been taking pictures of you a lot lately.

Benkei and Wakasa slapped each of your cheeks with one of their hands creating more ripples and prints on your ass. You screamed and choked on Takeomi’s cock causing him to throw his head back in pure ecstasy, “ Fuck think m’bout to cum down her tight little throat.” Shinichiro tapped him as Benkei’s arms wrapped around your waist holding you in place as he pounded into you at a faster pace than before— Wakasa catching on and matching his pace. Their balls slapping against each other as they fucked into you, “ Let her speak a little but keep it in her mouth, wanna see her struggle to form words out her pretty, hot mouth.”

And he did just that, pulling half of his dick to hear Benkei now say it, “say you want us to breed you.” You moaned as you tried to bounce back on his cock, “ Wan’ you to brwwd meaaaa, I wanna cummmmh, want you cummmhhh.” Your words came out gibberish and you could tell it was filled with cock.

Shinichiro could tell you were enjoying yourself as if you never did, Wakasa did too which is why he spoke next, “ Would you look at that, the pretty princess acts like she never had cock this great in her entire life. Crying and slobbering everywhere while this pussy and ass gets stuffed to the brim. Seems like you all didn’t do your jobs.” Draken was the first to rebuttal, “ Fuck off, you old fuck.” Wakasa laughed and looked at him as he slapped your ass whilst holding eye contact with Draken to make him even more pissed. Wakasa's purple eyes grew more hazy as he trailed his fingers to your pudgy stomach, squeezing it causing you to squeal and choke on Takeomi’s cock causing him to cum deep inside of your throat from the vibrations of your coughs. Your hands tapped Takeomi’s thighs as he held your head while fucking his cum deep into your throat, “ Holy fuck! So fucking good f’me.”

Your vision was starting to see black spots as he held your head down. Snot was coming down your noise as much as your tears rolling down your face. God, you looked like a high class Slut. Their slut. Takeomi released you and you coughed immediately afterwards because you needed air especially since you were stuffed too much below and felt your lungs jump for air as he stuffed your mouth to the base of his cock. Takeomi and Shinichiro held your hair and tapped your cheek, Shinichiro laughed, “ So messy and pretty, so erotic and unreal as well.” Benkei fucked you with sweat rolling down his naked chest because his shirt was long discarded when he started fucking you. He could never get tired of fucking you, “ fuck!”, he moaned, not caring how he sounds, “ gonna”, feeling your pussy clench to him with a vice grip made him more feral, “ Cum inside”, Benkei lifted his hips into you, making you take all of his cock again, “ This”, your pussy was throbbing and melting his cock now, “ Pussy.”

Benkei came deep inside of you with a loud grunt of the word fuck stretch out. Soon as he did, your pussy started to make noises. Queefing noises, something you were embarrassed about yet everyone in the room knew one thing from that, you were enjoying yourself a lot more than they besides Wakasa thought. Even your cervix was moving back because of your pussy welcoming Benkei’s cum inside like no other. You couldn’t even moan because Wakasa was next to cum inside of you and with the way he rolled his hips and then snapped them into your ass was enough to leave you speechless and out of screams, “ Shit baby! Your hole wraps around my cock perfectly, couldn’t resist Cumming inside of this hole.”. Besides, you could feel your voice getting sore from how hard he was fucking it. You were breathing loudly as your cream on Arashi’s cock danced down his cock and his balls, the juices causing a funny feeling in between his ass cheeks, but he didn’t care especially with your tits in front of his face.

Shinichiro stood in Takeomi’s place with his cock out as he stroked it on your lips, “ Open, want you to take my load in your pretty little mouth, wish I could’ve came on your dreamy tits sticking out the side of that apron, but they’ll be for later.” You tiredly opened up your mouth to take his load and once his cum hit your tongue, it didn’t just hit that. His cum hit your chubby cheeks and forehead— dripping down now and surprisingly when you swallowed he tasted good, salty good, but not healthy due to cigarettes and beer. He turned to his brothers and their friends with a chibi smirk on his face, “ Guess we know which group is better. Just look at how tired and happy she is falling asleep on Arashi’s chest.”

Baji and Kazutora wanted to fight him because they both did the same thing with Chifuyu as well and Baji started to yell but was shushed by Benkei and Mitsuya. They stared at each other before nodding to one another afterwards. It’s obvious who you chose out of all of them.

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𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. [𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳]

01.

𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙖

(𝘯.) 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬

Ran didn’t know how he ended up being tied up to a spinning wheel.

A moment ago, he was with Mikey and the others, enjoying the party.

But now, he’s on the stage, knives getting thrown his way.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen! Just say the word and my assistant will spin the wheel faster!” The performer says.

The audience buzzed with excitement as Ran tried to maintain his composure, hanging helplessly on the wheel. He shot a look towards Rindou and the others, who were thoroughly enjoying the unexpected turn of events.

“Go faster!! Surely you can do better than that!” Rindou shouts, cupping his hands around his mouth, “Spin him faster!”

“WHAT THE HELL, RINDOU?!” Ran screams from the wheel, earning a laugh from the audience.

"But you said you needed a bit of excitement in your life, Ran." Rindou mocked. "This is not what I had in mind!" Ran retorted.

The performer grabbed another set of knives. "You heard the man! Fasten your seatbelts, folks, we're taking this to the next level!"

The performer’s assistant, seemingly eager to please the crowd, gave the wheel an extra push, sending Ran into an even more dizzying spin.

As the wheel spun faster, Ran's shouts reached a pitch that only dogs could appreciate. The audience who were now more invested in the impromptu spectacle (and were truly enjoying Ran’s screams), erupted into laughter and cheers as the performer, with a twinkle in her eye, tossed more knives, each one closer to Ran but expertly missing him.

The act ends as one final knife was thrown right below Ran’s crotch, eliciting gasps from the audience. The performer bows, gesturing towards Ran like he was the star of the show. "Thank you, thank you! And a special shoutout to our human fidget spinner, Mr. Haitani!"

The audience laughed and cheered for him as he got off the stage, clothes and hair disheveled as he tried to walk straight. Walking towards the others, he glares at them as he fixes himself up, “You are all dead to me.” He grumbles to his colleagues who were the ones who got him up on stage.

“Especially you.” He points at his brother, who only snickered at him, knowing that his brother loved him too much to even mean his words.

As performers left the stage, the quartet began to play a calm melody as all the excitement died down. “That was one hell of a show you put up for us, Mr. Haitani.” The men turned their heads towards your direction, where you stood in a dazzling black gown, silver crystals embezzling the bodice and waistline of the outfit. Your neck was adorned with a silver necklace, embellished with topaz and moissanite stones along with earrings that complimented the design.

“I apologize if I wasn’t able to greet you sooner considering that you came all this way to attend.” You smiled at them apologetically.

Rindou, decided to take this as an opportunity, holding his hand out for you to take while slightly bowing, eyes meeting yours with a mischievous glint, “I suppose a dance would make up for it, sweetheart.”

Your eyes flickered with amusement as you took his hand, “Well, Mr…?”

“Rindou. Rindou Haitani.” He replied.

“Oh, you are related to Ran?”

The said male smiles at you, “He’s my cute little brother~”

“Shut it, aniki.” The younger Haitani spat before turning back to you, “Also, call me Rindou. There’s no need for formalities…” He leans into your ear, whispering,

“...since I see us getting more acquainted in the future.”

The feeling of his breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine, making you weak on your knees. But, fortunately, you were able to keep your composure. “Well, Rindou, I wouldn’t want to be accused of being an inhospitable host.”

With that, he led you to the dance floor, taking slow and careful steps before facing you and placing a hand on your waist while the other held onto your own. Ran watched his brother take you away, amused. He couldn’t deny that he was slightly jealous, but it’s his little brother we’re talking about. He’ll let Rindou have you for the time being.

“So, Rindou. What do you think of the party so far?”

The mullet haired male tries to stifle his smile, thinking of the past events, “Well, aside from my brother becoming a human target, I find it quite charming. The food was exquisite, as if the menu was carefully planned out. The music fits well into every part of the event, making it more immersive. And as for entertainment, well…” He pauses, thinking as he twirls you around.

“I think I’d be entertained enough if I had your attention all night.”

Before you could even say a word, the dancers changed partners, and now, you find yourself in the arms of a shorter male. He had long gorgeous white hair that reached his shoulders, with the side of his hair braided? Shaved? You couldn’t quite pinpoint.

Seeing you inspecting his face, he grins at you, “Looks like I’m the lucky one to sweep you off your feet next.” You chuckled at him, appreciating his confident yet lighthearted demeanor, “And who might you be? I assume that you’re one of Rindou and Ran’s colleagues?”

“Kokonoi Hajime, but you can call me Koko, darling.”

You raised an eyebrow at the nickname, a smirk playing on your lips, “So, Koko, what do you do?” He twirls you out, then pulls you back into his arms, with your back pressing against his chest, “Oh, I’m an auditor in some big organization. I manage finances, make more money, and you know, do all the money talk.”

You couldn't help but be impressed, both by his smooth dance moves and his casual explanation of handling finances. You found his straightforwardness refreshing. “Ah, the man who knows how to handle the money. That’s impressive.” You complimented.

Koko’s smirk widened, and he leaned in, whispering into your ear,

“Well, I can handle more than just money, you know?”

Like with Rindou, people changed partners before you could even react. Now, you found yourself face to face with Ran’s tall figure. He swiftly pulls you closer to him, pressing his body against yours as he firmly places a hand on your back, making you put your right hand on his shoulder. His free hand grasps yours as the two of you face the same direction.

The gentle music slowly dies down, transitioning into a lively yet smooth and romantic song. Ran’s eyes met yours, giving you a dashing smile, “Well, darling…”

“...Shall we dance?”

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴. 𝘣𝘵𝘸, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘥? 𝘪'𝘮 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳?

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𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥: 2/27/24

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effetsecndaires · 2 months

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— 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐫𝐞𝐯 𝐦𝐞𝐧 (+ 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐮) + 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬. (𝟑)

➺ INCLUDES: south terano, shinichiro sano, keizo arashi (benkei), takeomi akashi, mitsuya takashi, senju kawaragi (all of legal age, timeskip or bonten) x fem!reader

➺ CONTENT WARNING | this post contains explicit porn links!! you may need to have a twitter account or change your privacy settings to be able to see them. Please do not interact if you are under 18.

➺ NOTE | i’ll be taking a break from twitter links after this one. I want to focus on actual writing rather than straight up porn lol

SOUTH.

If there's one thing South loves more than pounding your pussy, it's shoving his cock down your throat. He’ll have you laying on your back with your head hanging off the side of the bed, his cock stuffed deep inside your throat. He’ll wrap his hand around the large bulge and jerk it before withdrawing just long enough to let you breathe, quickly going back to pushing himself all the way down your throat, watching as you swallow him down effortlessly.

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BENKEI.

Benkei is always so gentle with you. Because of this, you’d think morning sex with him would also be gentle; soft whispers exchanged in each other’s mouths while he gently pushes his cock into you, his hand on your clit helping you reach your climax faster. While this scenario does happen, it doesn't always go the way you think it will. Most times when he's been awake for longer than you have - he'll have you laying down on your belly, one of your legs dangling off the bed as he takes you from behind, your face buried deep into the pillow to muffle your moans, fists twisting the sheets. His hands grip onto your hips and the plump skin of your ass as he chases his high, each thrust bringing the two of you closer to your limit.

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SHINICHIRO.

Days where Shin has the house to himself are rare, but when he does, the two of you always make the most of it. Those days usually consist of cuddling, making out, and, well, lots of sex. It's the only time when you can be as loud as you want — and most importantly your only opportunity to fuck whenever and wherever you want. You’ll be preparing breakfast in the morning and Shin will have you pressed against the counter before you can even begin to light the stove, his hands pushing your skirt up so he can bury his face between your thighs, starting his day with his favorite breakfast.

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TAKEOMI.

This man will lose his fucking mind if you give him head, especially if you do it out of nowhere while the two of you are relaxing in bed or watching a movie on the couch. It’ll start with you palming him over his sweatpants, teasing him just long enough to get him hot and bothered, his mind becoming too cloudy to focus on anything outside of you. He’ll lift himself up and push his pants down to his thighs, your lips immediately wrapping around his thick cock, sucking and stroking what doesn't fit in your mouth.

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MITSUYA.

Mitsuya much prefers giving rather than receiving, which is why he always insists on eating you out before fucking you. You don’t even have to return the favor — he doesn't need it. Don't get me wrong, he does enjoy getting head and he obviously won't refuse a blowjob when you offer him one, but watching you moan and squirm as he coaxes orgasm after orgasm out of you has to be his favorite sight in the world. All he wants is to make you feel good, his hands resting on your ass as you circle your hips and hump his face, pushing his tongue deeper and fucking yourself on it as you sit on his pretty face.

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SENJU.

Senju eats you out so good, it’s almost embarrassing how quickly she manages to break you into a moaning mess and pull multiple orgasms out of you with just her tongue. She knows exactly what you like, what to do and where to focus in order to get a specific reaction out of you or have you pull her hair just a bit tighter — your moans like music to her ears as she devours you.

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#tokyo revengers x reader #x fem reader #tokyo revengers smut #takeomi akashi smut #takeomi akashi x reader #senju kawaragi smut #shinichiro sano x reader #shinichiro smut #benkei smut #benkei x reader #south terano smut #south terano x reader #mitsuya takashi x reader #takashi mitsuya x reader #mitsuya smut

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kallikrein · 2 years

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IN GOOD GRACES

— in which bonten!takeomi has some frustrations to let out.

genre. smut, fluff towards the end. MDNI.

contains. fem!reader, portrayed as wakasa’s younger sister, timeskip characters, explicit content, profanities, probably ooc, and bad writing as per usual.

word count. 4.3k lmfao.

note. i kinda imagined reader would be similar with waka in terms of appearance, if anyone’s concerned about that hehe. i didn't know how to end this, so lmk your thoughts!

requested.

He was damned.

Takeomi knew he was ever since he got into this notorious lifestyle. It’s the kind of life where one wrong move could lead to his blood dripping to the floor, or maybe from going southwards to his very much eager… appendage.

His jaw clenched. Once he narrowed his eyes, he sent a handful of death daggers to the person standing in front of him he could only label as the fucking bane of his existence.

“Akashi-san, I’m not a child,” you hissed.

He scoffed. Was it Akashi-san now and not Take-nii?

Right. Now that he had a chance to look at you — really look at you, his eyes fell down to your white blouse that seemed delicate enough to appear professional, yet to him it’s flimsy enough he could see the dainty lace embroidering your bra.

His gaze traveled lower to the black skirt that hugged your hips, and his mind immediately betrayed him. Those waist and thighs, hidden by a fabric he’s certain would feel immaculate underneath his palms, were a vise he would gladly have his neck choked with.

It reached just above your knees. Your calves that were sinfully exposed and weren’t hindered by some branded stockings had looked so smooth, and Takeomi wondered if you shaved them or if it was naturally that way. He silently cursed and averted his gaze, and they somehow settled on your high-end brand-covered feet.

You had worn black and pointy stilettos today. Deadly as those things were, and painfully sexy. They suited you and your annoying, looking-for-a-death-wish thing you’ve got going on at that moment.

“I didn’t say you are one,” he gruffed, voice strained. “I said you shouldn’t wander in these halls like you aren’t worried about these men looking at you like you’re a piece of meat.”

“And you aren’t looking at me like one right now?”

His glare shot up to your face, his jaw ticked from being caught ogling. You looked so much like your brother — lazy eyelids and thin lips, but at the same time, different. There was more emotion in your face than Wakasa’s usual laidback one: more fire, more grit, more taunting.

And Takeomi swore, if you open that mouth of yours again, those lips which were coated with a light sheen of gloss, he wouldn’t hesitate to lock you up in this room until it’s time for you to go home.

“I don’t look at you that way,” he argued. But who was he fooling? As he had pointed out, you were the fucking bane of his existence. The ghost of his wet dreams as though he was a premature teen who hasn't tasted a woman’s pleasure yet.

He knew he wasn’t supposed to look nor think of you like he did, and yet, he fucking did.

Goddamn.

“How long are you gonna treat me like this?” You almost hurled a stapler at him when he didn’t answer. Perhaps immerse yourself all the more with his you’re-still-a-kid-in-my-eyes perspective. “I’m a 30-year old woman, for fuck’s sake! I can do whatever I want!”

“Not when you’re wearing those clothes.”

The appalment on your face could have shook him off from his stance. To be fair, there was nothing wrong with your clothes. It seemed prim and proper and respectable enough. It’s just his brain was thinking of many dishonorable things with it.

He didn’t know you would come to the Bonten headquarters today. He had his schedule planned out, meeting after meeting — your usual routine for a crime syndicate advisor. He was walking to the elevator to his office peacefully as one could imagine in a hotel full of rageful bastards when he saw a bunch of men snickering nearby the metal doors and heard your name slip up from one of their disgusting lips.

“Would absolutely fuck her until she’s raw and begging for mercy,” they snickered. It didn’t sit well in his gut. It immediately fired up a possessiveness he didn’t know he had, but he blamed it for the reason that you’re his close friend’s younger sister which was why he felt the urge to protect you.

But now that you’re standing in front of him, looking like the wild and passionate sex yourself they made obscene statements with, maybe what you really needed was to be protected from him.

Hell, he had to get out of here. Away from you.

“I’m gonna take you home and you’re gonna change out of those clothes,” he demanded. He stepped towards the door, not waiting at all for your sure as hell snarky response, “And you’re gonna stay at home until I tell you to.”

You crossed your arms at him. “No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“And you’re really telling me you’re not a kid?”

“I’m not,” you ground out, face twisting into irritation.

Takeomi paused by the doorway, hand clasping the knob before giving your tense form a well-heated look. Your breath hitched. “Then be a good girl instead and follow my orders.”

You found out moments later, much to your disdain, that he drove his car like the perfect gentleman. One hand on the wheel and the other under his chin. The song in his speakers played a slow beat, the singer’s voice raspy and suggestive — it’s stimulating.

Maybe it was because this was the first time he drove you to your house. Usually, it would be his driver or any one of his men taking you home. And even if you did sit in a single car, it wouldn’t be the two of you alone. There would always be someone accompanying you two.

God, you couldn’t think straight at all. The words ‘good girl’ and the way he had said it made you immediately compliant. And the scent — his scent — was everywhere. From the very lush, constricting space of his car to the man himself sitting beside you. It was deep. Manly. Musky. As if somebody had sex prior.

The abrupt thought grated your nerves.

Once you entered the garage of your luxurious apartment, you breathed a tired sigh that may as well be ten years worth of exhaustion. “You could’ve just dropped me upfront,” you grumbled.

“I could,” was all he replied. He parked on a VIP spot — a spot named after him making you wonder why he did such a thing, and turned off the car. He unlocked the doors and got up from his seat.

You already knew what he’s going to do.

Cursing him underneath your breath, you opened your car door and followed him to the elevator. You put your floor number as he waited patiently behind you, and you could feel his stare burning holes at the back of your head.

You fought the urge to shiver from its intensity.

Entering the empty cabin once it arrived, he stepped in, pressing the door button to close. Once more, you were crowded by his deliciously suffocating aura, and you nervously shifted your heels.

He tensed.

Your mouth parted.

You swallowed, as if the air was thick with unsaid tension. The simple knowledge he’s on edge around you sizzled under your skin, gripping your chest with force making you breathless.

The whole way up to your floor, he was silent. If it was all the more possible, he became more brooding, more ominous — which didn’t help the nerves you have to instinctively attune to him when he’s around.

You reached your apartment door, entered the passcode and wrenched it open. If you thought he would go away now to leave you alone like a kid being sent to a corner, you were wrong. He entered the room as if he owned it, and gracious heavens, he had fitted so perfectly at a standstill in your doorway.

Like a husband arriving home to his sweet wife.

“What?” You managed to croak out.

“What the fuck is that?”

“What the fuck is what?”

He brisk-walked from your doorway to the adjacent living room, and lifted what appeared to be a men’s shirt from the armrest of the couch.

Uh-oh.

“Whose is this?”

You fixed him a look. “No one you should care about.”

Takeomi’s face hardened. He bit his lip from lashing out his anger, and your eyes followed the gesture. He sneered your name, irritation laced in its letters, “Whose the fuck is this?”

But you only raised your brow, crossed your arms, and leaned onto one sexy hip. I don’t need to tell you.

“You can leave now, Akashi-san,” you ordered instead.

Well, fuck. Aren’t you the most frustrating woman he had ever encountered?

He stormed across the room and stood in front of you, clutching the dirty rag that was the stranger’s shirt in his hand. “Does your brother know about this?” He fumed.

You held his angry eyes with your unbothered ones, “Onii-san knows.”

Fucking hell.

“Don’t invite him again,” he growled.

“Who? Wakasa-nii-san?” You asked. Takeomi’s short patience was wearing thin. Which was why he threw the filthy material to the floor and gripped your shoulders with his large hands before he could even stop himself.

“This boy you’re fucking,” he spat out. Your slender shoulders felt so soft, he couldn’t willingly pull away. Like a magnet, he was drawn to you. So he moved closer. “You are done with him.”

You stood, proud; challenging him with a look that called out to his primal instincts. He could feel a stirring in his pants, that was very much instinctual. Oh, how he wanted to debauch those rousing glare.

His hold on you tightened.

“Or what?” You haughtily asked. “I need to be pleased like you men need to be pleased.”

You really were testing him.

Takeomi’s angry expression became a smolder, and he pushed you towards a wall, his chest laying flat on your torso. Its warmth and massiveness felt so delicious you couldn’t form a coherent thought.

“And did he please you?” He drawled. His face hovered over yours, breath fanning your rapidly warming cheeks. The rush of desire brought by his closeness was immediate. You shivered. “Answer me.”

You opened your mouth to say something when you felt his leg slowly pushing itself in between your thighs. It robbed you of your speech, the bitchy sentiment you ought to respond died on the tip of your tongue as the organ inside your ribcage skipped a beat.

His knowing eyes glimmered, and you helplessly fought for your snarkiness to come back. Your arms hung limply by your sides, and your neck somehow arched in order to reach his lips.

Your breaths were mingled, becoming one. They tangled in the very air you take, and you swore, you could moan just by it alone.

His soft lips glided over yours when you squirmed from the thick anticipation, and you gasped. You couldn’t help it, not when his eyes had looked darker with more thirst than ever. He let out a shaky breath and pressed his body closer and harsher to you.

“You’re a fucking menace,” he ground out before his mouth took yours in a wet, sloppy kiss. Groaning from the back of his throat, he let go of your shoulders to trail them to your wrists to pull them up above your head, and you moaned in an instant — albeit helplessly.

His thigh that was steadily fixated between your legs started to move, rubbing your core so delectably your back arched. Your breasts swelled and heaved, and you knew he could feel the tingling sensation flooding through them only he could satisfy.

One of his hands removed their grip on your wrists, holding them with one large palm as the other roughly felt your tit, focusing his fingers where your pert nipple should be.

“Akashi-san,” you cried out. He continued his torture with his lips on your ear, on your jaw down to your neck — all messy kisses, nips and bites, and you felt powerful from the laborous breathing he casually let out. You wiggled out of his hold which froze Takeomi in his place, although you were quick to say, “Clothes. Too expensive.”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he rasped before he’s on you again. He undid the back zipper of your flimsy blouse with his free hand. The heat of his palm seared you as he spanned your back, making you tremble and you keened his name once more.

He fisted the obstructive fabric, yanked it down and now you’re left with a piece of your lingerie as your blouse fell softly to the floor. “You wear this to work?” He observed the racy underwear you had worn that day to which you breathlessly nodded. “Every day?”

You whispered on his lips, “It makes me feel sexy.”

With renewed vigor, he invaded your mouth again you were absolutely sure they’d bruise. You couldn’t — wouldn’t complain, though. You’ve been waiting to be kissed by this man for years. From the time you’ve become a legal adult to the time you’ve worked under the same organization as him — it was everything you wanted, and all the more needed.

And now that you have, you wouldn’t waste a single moment not to.

You couldn’t exactly remember what happened. All you had noticed was the sudden softness on your back. His masculine weight pushed you down to the mattress. His coat and button shirt had come off, and now you’re skin to skin with your nipple getting sucked so rakishly into his mouth.

He rolled, tweaked and lavished one with his tongue as his long fingers did the same to the other. His heated gaze was on you, and you had the audacity to feel embarrassed.

My god, he looked as if he was a man starved.

Takeomi’s mouth trailed across your feverish skin, uncouthly passing by your stomach and navel while he rolled your skirt downwards off your legs. He licked his lips once he saw the thin material hiding your womanhood, and before you could slip your heels off your feet, he abruptly grabbed your ankle. “Keep them on,” he demanded as he left an open kiss to your lower leg, tasting your skin with his tongue.

“I didn’t peg you for someone who fucks a woman still with their shoes on,” you breathed, teasing him. But that was only because he’s dragging you to the edge of the bed, the flat portion of your heels sat on his shoulders while he parted your legs and his handsome, scarred face awaiting in between.

What a sensual sight.

Your pussy tingled with excitement. It throbbed and pulsed as if your heartbeat was now between your legs and not in your chest. God, this man was about to bury his face in the place where you need him the most. “Please,” you found yourself begging.

He didn’t answer, however. Instead, he eagerly swooped in, mouth latching onto your engorged clit as his tongue flicked it every now and then. He moved his jaw as if you’re the one telling him to do it, but his eyes — those eyes that were now a molten pool of heavy desire — locked in on yours, and you knew he had his mind in ruining you for another man.

As if he didn’t already when you first saw him.

He ate you out, endlessly. Using his fingers when his tongue felt strained, but it wasn’t enough for him to stop giving you pleasure. Even when you begged him to do so because something felt like coming out, he didn’t. He kept going at it, on and on, and you came and came until you’re arching your back and crying afterwards, your own sweat sticking to your skin, you thought how he’s such an absolute meanie in bed.

“Oh my god,” you panted. “You’re a jackass.”

“I would rather accept thank you, but you’re welcome,” he devilishly grinned.

His erection was still the same — hard and huge. You haven’t even touched him yet, and here you were, accusing him of being a jackass. Surely, you could return him the favor?

You grabbed him by his nape, pulling him up to your face to kiss him, tasting your own self on his mouth. The tanginess of your own essence in between your lips was something you knew you could get addicted to. It was that salaciously sweet and liberating.

You kissed him until you didn’t know how to breathe oxygen but him. Your fingers fumbled for his belt, and the sound of it unbuckling made you whimper a ‘Hurry’ as he struggled to get naked himself.

You pulled away out of a sudden which confused him, before inelegantly tugging his arm pushing him to his back to your pillows.

He flopped down, mouth parted and eyes hooded.

“My turn,” you greedily said. You straddled him, using his wide shoulders as your leverage. One of your hands held his cock right by the opening of your pussy, slobbering his tip with your wetness as you teased him by moving your hips back and forth, not totally taking him all the way in.

He smacked your ass, “Don’t play with it.”

You chuckled, gaze leering. “Oh, I’m not gonna play with it.” You held his stare as you slowly sunk down on him, too hung up on the need to feel him to ask if he even wanted a condom. Your eyelids fluttered as the pain and pleasure shot right in your womb from feeling so full — full of him that you jerked on instinct, inciting a gasp and groan from your throats.

“Move,” he grunted. “Fucking move, or I swear I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.”

The thought made your pussy clench.

And Takeomi felt it around his dick.

He breathed to pace himself, scared that he might hurt you from the intensity of his lechery. Although, the look in your eyes was clear as if you’re deeply asking for it.

Try me.

His eyes narrowed, and you smiled. Throwing your hair to the side, you moved — slow and painstakingly agonizing, as your hips leisurely rolled on his pelvis. He threw his head back.

Your walls were snug, so warm and tight, and Takeomi thought he must have done something good in his previous life to have a splendid pussy riding him so ardently.

“Faster,” he grunted after letting you have your fun. He caressed your lower back, tenderly, before giving your body a forceful push that clearly said what and how he wanted it. “Go wild,” he moaned.

His moan was enough for you to lose your composure, but when he said those words exactly the way he did, your pussy yearned to obey him. You settled your palms on the milky skin of his shoulders as you rode him for all that you have, for all that you would be, throwing the smallest reservations you still had to the wind.

He wrapped his strong arms around you, and you fell forward with your tits bouncing heavily up and down his face. He kissed the valley between them as he met your lewd pace worthy of his own. “Fuck,” he cursed.

Your arms snaked around his head, nails scraping his scalp as a muffled groan could be heard from where he’s burying himself in your chest. You could care less if you were all sweaty from his earlier attacks, you would make sure he got imprinted under your skin no one else could really come close with.

“Akashi-san,” you cried out. “Akashi-san…”

You said his name over and over, similar to the way he panted your name, as if doing so would hold the two of you back from saying something that shouldn’t be spoken out loud. It brought the emotion you’ve been hiding away for years from him to slowly come to the surface.

It was apparent in your eyes, you knew. When he flipped you to your back and drove his cock so deep it earned him a grateful whimper, yet the tender way you had grasped his face with your hands and kissed him so softly, you knew that it was there in your eyes.

He stuttered your name. The jerky motion of his hips paused for a moment before getting rougher. He kissed you then, languidly on the lips then delicately with his tongue, reaching all the places that he could all the while branding you as his with his harsh hips.

The contrasting sensations he was unleashing over your body were consistently piling up to push you over that edge, you clawed at his chest, “Akashi-san…”

“Cum,” you heard him command, and just like a puppet being strung by her puppeteer, you obeyed.

You came — hard and fast. Your legs quivered from the shock of having an intense orgasm, but he only kept pounding into you that you could feel again the build up of another one, “Ah, fuck…”

It was simultaneous. When you climaxed for the second time, his cock throbbed and swelled from how tighter you’ve gotten, and suddenly he’s pulling out his shaft to spurt thick white ropes of cum to your chest and stomach.

He groaned.

The scene before him was enough to last him a lifetime of jack-off material.

Your skin was shining with sweat, chest heaving to catch your shaky breath. There were his strings of cum painted on your torso, and Takeomi swore, out of all the things he could list for this jack-off material of his, it was your face that got him suddenly aware of what he did.

He had fucked you.

“What?”

“I have somewhere else to be,” he coughed out. He stood up from his kneeling between your legs, and limply walked to his forgotten pieces of clothes.

“Oh, fuck you, Takeomi.”

The venom in your words was enough to halt him from his steps. You’ve never called him Takeomi before. It used to be Take-nii, and then Akashi-san. Never Takeomi.

Not even when he had his tongue wolfishly lapping up your juices.

Not even when he had his dick sheathed in by your heavenly pussy.

You sat completely naked in the center of your bed. Your bare, cum-covered tits were a free view for him to ogle and admire. But it was your lavender eyes that had him frozen in his place.

They looked so angry, so hurt. He could only swallow the large amount of guilt forming in his chest.

“You know, don’t you?” Your voice was cold, silent. Accusation seeping through. “You’ve always known.”

Takeomi turned his back around, but didn’t make a step forward to exit the room. He simply didn’t want to see you all vulnerable and exposed like you did with him with your body just then.

“I do.”

“Then why did you?”

He knew you were pertaining to what had just happened. But, he was a coward. He never liked confrontations. So, he gruffed out instead, “Don’t go back to the office today.”

Anger flared across your cheeks. “Why did you do it?”

“What do you want me to say?” He spun around. His expression darkened once more when he was gifted by your naked body, but was immediately shaken off by the blatant pain in your expression. “Your brother said you’re off-limits.”

“I think it’s a little too late for that.”

“What do you want from me?” He stood there in the middle of your room downright in his birthday suit. He never felt ashamed being naked in front of a beautiful woman before, but when it came to the matters of the heart — his heart, he couldn’t help but feel too exposed. “I can’t love you,” he added, hoping you would just push him away.

“You’re just telling yourself that,” you whispered. You turned away from him and eyed the drawn curtains of your window. Your meek actions rattled something inside his chest. “Well, aren’t you in a hurry?”

If he stepped even an inch outside your door, Takeomi felt he would really lose you then. He had always known how you feel about him all these years. They were usually followed by your brother’s listless stare on the side of his face whenever you would dare come close to him. So what if he moronically thought Wakasa didn’t approve?

But now that he thought about it, how true was that, really? Did he ever hear Wakasa saying you couldn’t be taken by someone like him?

Was it all on his mind, then?

With a frustrated sigh, he sat back down on the bed near your bedside table to pull out some clean tissues. “Let me clean you up,” he grumbled.

“Don’t have to. Gonna take a shower after you leave,” you mumbled. Takeomi’s initial thought right then was how annoyingly confusing you and your brother were — how the two of you could drive him into madness with just your evasiveness.

“Listen,” he started. “I don’t think Waka would approve of me touching you, uhh, inappropriately.”

“He already knows.”

“What do you mean he already knows?” Stupefied, he turned to you but you only shrugged.

“We made a bet.”

A bet? A fucking bet? “On what grounds?” He gritted out.

You rolled your eyes at him, amusement slowly lighting up your face. “On whether you would ask me out or fuck me first.”

What the actual hell.

“He said you’re too much of a horndog to get into my pants first, so I think he won.”

He shook his head, not entirely surprised something like this would happen at all. The two of you have always been… remarkable. “You two are the craziest siblings,” he remarked.

You lifted one shoulder and beam at him. “We’re a tad bit shy if we’re compared to yours.”

“True,” he agreed, slowly crawling back to sit beside you, “but you love me for it.”

He was testing the waters, he knew.

And he wasn’t at all disappointed.

“I do,” you sighed, weary but honest. “Do you?”

Your brows were furrowed in concern, seeming so lost and hopeless, and he almost asked you to punch some long-awaited sense at him.

“Unfortunately,” he murmured. With that, he kissed you on your lips before pulling away to ask, “How much did you bet Wakasa?”

“It’s a secret.”

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ageingfangirl2 · 2 months

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Imagine Being Bonten's Receptionist (Bonten x F Reader) - Tokyo Revengers

FIRST DAY/INTRODUCTIONS

Bonten is Tokyo's most notorious crime syndicate but has an office like any respectable business. even if it was a front. Each member had an office, there were a couple of meeting rooms, and they even had other staff who like you were sworn to secrecy or face deadly consequences. The pay was better than any other place you'd interviewed at, and the hours were reasonable, but you were expected to be flexible if needed to come in early or stay later.

The reception area had a few sofas and tables, and your counter was the first thing you saw when you got off the lift. You couldn't actually enter the offices behind you unless you had a key card or you buzzed them in. It would be quite lonely out here on your own or so you thought.

Hajime Kokonoi had hired you, he said it was because you looked trustworthy, and of course, you made a joke that he'd probably had your background checked. He told you to your face he had and you were the most worthy applicant. When you pushed for more he sealed his lips. On your first day, he put a very nice vase of flowers on the reception counter stating it gave the place more life, but it was a bouquet of your favourite flowers. So you thanked him and he said it was nothing, even though a couple of flowers had to be imported. You heard he was stingy with money.

You were typing away when Takeomi Akashi walked out of the offices with an unlit cigarette between his lips not noticing your presence, because he was busy cussing the lighter that wasn't working. 'Excuse me, let me help you,' you call out, grab the lighter from your bag and walk over to him. 'Who are you?' he asks confused, and you explain as you light the cigarette. 'Thank you, you smoke?' he enquires and you shake your head, and explain your friends do and on nights out you'd rather them come to you than a stranger. 'Smart girl, never smoke.' Takeomi now knew who to come to when his lighter wouldn't work.

Kakucho walks out of the lift on his phone, 'good morning,' you say politely. The poor man jumps out of his skin and nearly drops his phone on the marble floor. You apologise profusely for scaring him and his face gets a little redder the more you talk to him. It's not lost on you that he's not so subtly checking you out, in fact, you find it kind of cute when he should be intimidating. 'Nice to meet you, err I have to go,' he stutters and makes a quick escape into the offices. At the end of the day, he introduces himself properly, telling you if you need anything you can call him. It had been a while since a guy had given you his number.

Word spread by lunchtime about the new hire and that's when you met the Haitani brothers Ran and Rindou. Hajime had warned you to be on your guard, you were innocent and the brothers would try to taint you. 'hello beautiful, I have a reason to come into the office more now,' Ran croons, leaning over the counter staring at you with lustful eyes. You sit up straight, 'it's nice to meet you, but nothing's going to happen.' Ran looks hurt while his brother laughs, 'Maybe you're not as much of a charmer as you think brother. Call me Rindou.' and you're shocked when he takes your hand and kisses it. You would almost believe he was a gentleman if he didn't have the same lustful eyes as his brother. You smile and remove your hand from his, 'I don't know what game you two are playing but it won't be easy. I've been warned.' the brothers exchange a look and huff, 'Koko,' they say in unison. You nod and go back to your computer. Little did you know that your rejection ignited a challenge between the brothers to see who could win you over first.

After the Haitani brothers, you thought you'd be left alone but there were a couple of cocky male employees who thought they could flash expensive suits and watches while being drenched in overpowering cologne. Unlike the brothers these two immediately violated your personal space making you feel uncomfortable, 'can you leave me alone please?' you ask, 'get away from me,' you insist. One of the men goes to grab your arm 'Know your place bitch--' when he's grabbed himself and thrown backwards. Kanji Mochizuki stands guard in front of you, 'the lady said no, just wait until the boss here's about this.' Then men scurry off scared by the threat. He turns to face you with a warm smile, 'Sorry about that, they won't cause you any more problems. Give me a shout if anyone else makes you feel uncomfortable.' you weren't quite sure what to make of him, but you just got your second number of the day.

Hajime or Koko as he told you to call him asked you to stay late to accept a parcel for another member. This is where you met Bonten's no.2 Haruchiyo Sanzu and the leader Manjiro Sano. You were taken aback seeing Sanzu covered in blood while Mikey didn't seem to have a single scratch on him, both looked equally intimidating and you didn't want to get on either of their bad sides. You gulp and look down at the parcel you'd not long signed for seeing it was addressed to Sanzu, 'good evening I have a parcel for Haruchiyo Sanzu.' both men stare at you, Sanzu looks manic while Mikey looks bored. 'Thank you, lovely lady, pink looks good on you,' Sanzu chuckles and takes the parcel before skipping into the office. You brush imaginary creases off your light pink blouse, 'well I guess I'll be going then, have a good night sir,' you pick up your bag, turn off the monitor and stand up noticing Mikey hadn't moved his eyes from you, 'are you okay sir?' you ask. He blinks a couple of times, 'Yes, get home safe,' you nod and press the lift button, feeling a little uneasy having Mikey continue to stare at you.

When you returned to your apartment you threw yourself on the bed thinking about your interesting first day of work, and all the Bonten members you'd interacted with. This was going to be an interesting job.

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