this has been in my drafts for weeks and in my head for months // 1.9k words
cw: fem reader, hate sex, long haired hanma (yes that’s a warning), profanity, sacrilege, degradation, a bit of angst ig???
“I knew you’d be here.” hearing your voice, Hanma stands up from his seat in front of Kisaki’s grave.
Kisaki Tetta. You never liked him. He was always so arrogant and pretentious. He was an awful person to be around, but you tolerated him, after all by his side is the only place you’d find Hanma. That’s another one.
Hanma Shuji. Loud, annoying and causing trouble everywhere he went. But he fucked you so good. You spent so many nights fucked out, sleeping in his bed while he went to mess around with god knows who. And that’s not all, of course you had to catch feelings for this asshole. It was bound to happen, you’re attracted to danger anyway. When he started hanging around your friends, you knew you’d end up ruined by him. It was Izana’s idea to take him and Kisaki into Tenjiku. You told him that was a bad idea, that they were bad news, but of course Izana never listens. And now he’s dead. He left you here, alone and in love with the accomplice of his murder. You hate him. You hate him so much, yet here you are, standing in front of him again.
“It’s been a while, y/n. Missed me?” Hanma smirks at you and takes a drag of his cigarette.
“You don’t know how much I want to punch you in the face right now.” You dig your nails into your palms, frustrated. Why did you even come here? What was the plan after you found him? You can’t even move right now.
“Do it. I deserve it.” he exhales, smoke coming out of his mouth and ascending into the night sky.
His words irritate you so much. You take a step forward, grabbing him by his hoodie.
“Yeah, you do! You left Izana to die! You left him for dead to save that fucking asshole Kisaki! All of this for him to get run over by a damn truck. It’s almost funny, you know? If he was going to die anyway he could’ve shot himself in the head in the first place!” you scream at him, trying to contain your tears.
“Shut the fuck up. You have no idea what you’re talking about, you fucking bitch.” Hanma grabs you by the collar. His height makes this action almost lift you from the ground.
“Shut up? Or what? You’re gonna left me for dead too?” You keep your eyes on his, glaring at him through the tears.
“Shut up, shut up, shut up. You’re the one who came here looking for me, so stop talking shit. If you missed my dick you just had to call, you fucking slut.” Hanma’s face gets closer with each word. You can’t stand it. You can’t stand him. You don’t know how to top his words, so you spit on his face. It’s what he deserves.
“You’re fucking disgusting.” he laughs bitterly, wiping your spit off his cheek. “I missed your pretty face so much, doll.”
“You have no right to miss me. You and your dead friend here ruined my life.” You say, pointing at Kisaki’s grave.
“You were screaming at me to ruin you, babe. You don’t know how much I think about fucking that pretty cunt of yours for hours, about how damn fucked out you looked after, so pretty covered in my cum.” Hanma firmly puts his hand on your waist, bringing your back to his chest. You’re trapped between him and the stone with Kisaki’s name on it.
“Yeah I used to enjoy that too, until you killed my best friend.” you scoff, refusing to turn to look at him.
“I didn’t kill anyone. You’re standing on the culprit right now, you know? Do you think he’s watching? He never accepted when I told him I’d let you fuck you, but he can’t refuse now, can he?” His hands roam through your body grabbing at every part he comes across.
“Stop fucking around and let me go. Coming here was a bad idea.” You try to push his hands away, but he grabs your wrists, joining them and holding them down behind your back.
“You can’t tell me you don’t want to do it here. Can’t tell me you don’t want to cover Kisaki’s grave in your cum.” You’d never admit it, but he’s right. Maybe it’s a twisted kind of revenge, or maybe you just find it hot, but he’s right. Hanma’s hand finds his way between your legs, lifting your skirt and making his way into your panties, feeling the mess you made with only thinking about defiling Kisaki’s grave.
“Maybe I do, but not with you.” you’re lying through your teeth. You know it, and he does too.
“Yeah, you say that, but this…” he takes his hand out of your panties to lift his fingers, now covered in your slick, in front of your eyes. “…this tells me otherwise.”
You turn around to glare at him, irritated by the fact he was right, he knew exactly what you were thinking. Did you come here to yell at him or to fuck him again? Because you’re not sure anymore. The thought of coming back to him after all he’s done is infuriating, you just want to forget about it. So you do, grabbing his hoodie to bring his lips to yours. He laughs into the kiss, the audacity this fucking asshole has, you think.
“So eager, looks like you did miss me after all.” he says, hands around your waist to lift you and sit you down on the grave.
“Shut up. I don’t want to hear your fucking voice.” you say, shutting him up with a heated kiss, feeling him laugh against you again. His hands leave your waist to remove your underwear, his long fingers finding their way between your folds. You hiss at the feeling, the combination of the cold stone beneath you and Hanma’s hand warming your cunt. He inserts his finger into you, his thumb busy rubbing circles on your clit. He picks up his pace when he sees you trying to contain your moans. He takes it as a challenge, burying his face in your neck, placing wet kisses al over the area.
“C'mon, let me hear you. Let him hear you.” He adds a finger into you, curling the tips in that spot he remembers you liked so much.
“I said shut u- shit” you’re cut off by a harsh thrust of his fingers.
“Drop the act, sugar. We both know you’re enjoying this.” he says as he attaches his lips to your neck once again. His fingers stretch you so good, hitting your sweet spot again and again. Does he remember or is he just that good with his hands? Could be both, but the thought of him retaining those memories, hitting all the right spots he once knew like the palm of his hands makes you feel some kind of way. Did he think of you in all this time? Fuck, are you really hoping he did? You don’t know, and you don’t want to know. At least there’s some good in him knowing how to please you, because as you start to think too much, Hanma bites your neck, his fingers so deep in you and his palm rubbing right on your clit make you forget everything. You’re panting, melting into his hands, legs trembling against the gelid stone.
“Gonna cum? Yeah?” he uses his free hand to grab the back of your head, pulling you back by the hair. “Fuckin’ filthy, aren’t ya?” he laughs, running his tongue to your exposed neck.
“I told.. I told you to shut up.” you say in between moans. Your nails scratch the surface beneath you so hard it might make for a second epitaph. You’re close, so close. And then he stops. His hand leaves your body, ruining your orgasm. God, how you hate him. Your eyes fill with tears. You can’t stand the frustration that’s consuming you right now. And he laughs. He fucking laughs.
“You really thought it’d be that easy? You just come to me and I give you what you want?” he scoffs. His hands grab your thighs, making you stand up in front of him to roughly bend you over the tombstone. His hand comes down to spank your ass as he lines his cock with your entrance, collecting your juices on his tip before thrusting in all at once. You let out a squeal at the sudden flash of pain that traveled through your body. Even after stretching you out, it felt like you were being split open. God, if there was one thing you missed about him, it was his cock. He was big, he filled you up so good that you were seriously starting to consider sticking around. Until he opened his mouth, that is.
“Coming here” thrust “after all this time” thrust “and for what?” thrust “so I would fuck you like you want it? You that fucking desperate?” he presses his chest to your back, biting the shell of your ear.
“Or is it that… you still love me?” he whispers, abruptly stopping his brutal pace. You squirm under him, clearly annoyed by his question.
“Shh, easy, doll.” he coos “No need to get so worked up, hm?” his hand reaches to collect the loose strands of your hair behind your ear, lips ghosting over your shoulder blades. He places a soft kiss on your skin, just to follow it with a bite as he roughly thrusts into you once again. You stopped trying to contain your moans long ago. Your cries sounding through the cemetery might even get someone believing it’s haunted. Hanma keeps his pace, enjoying the sight of your body going limp under him.
“Ahh, fuck… I missed this slutty pussy so much. Gonna fill it up now, baby.” his thrusts are getting sloppier, his deep groans ringing in your ear. You don’t even process his words, you’re too fucked out to tell him to pull out.
“God, fuck.” he stills, painting your walls with his cum. “Fuckin’ slut.” he pulls out, eyes fixed on the hot white liquid that leaks out of you. You whine, feeling the cold night air on your bare cunt, but you can’t form any coherent words. Hanma picks you up, turning you around to look at him.
“Now what?” his face is serious, looking down at you. “You gonna finally punch me? Spit in my face again? Hah. What did you come here for, huh?”
“I don’t know. I don’t fucking know.” you keep your gaze on his. “What do you want me to say? Tch, whatever. You’re playing with me, as always.”
“Oooh, are you mad that I ruined your orgasm? Boo-hoo. Little slut thought she could get what she wanted by just showing up and shaking her hips a little bit.” his words sting. On your ego or your feelings, you still don’t know.
“This little slut made you cum like a damn virgin, didn’t she? You talk too much, Hanma.” you stand your ground. You can’t let him think this meant something. But did it? Fuck, you’ll think about that later.
“Can’t say I didn’t enjoy that.” he laughs “you make a good little fleshlight.”
“You’re fucking disgusting.” you fix your skirt and turn around, ready to go home for the night.
“Man, leave her hanging once and all she does is bitch about it.” he laughs. He hadn’t changed one bit. He was still the loud, annoying troublemaker you fell in love with, and that’s what irked you the most.
“Well” he says as he passes you, walking in the same direction. You can’t see it, but you hear the smirk in his voice. “if that orgasm is what got you so frustrated, you can always follow me home. Maybe I’ll make you cum, for old days sake.”
18+, sizekink, virginity loss, short hc’s, i put takeomi and draken in the Mix just bc, agegap (with takeomi ofc), corruption kink(?), use of ‘daddy’, creampie, breeding, choking, unprotected, implied chubby reader, overstimulation, oral, fingering, doggy, belly bulge, huge fat cocks, alm characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned
Pairing: Draken | Ryuuguji Ken x Reader, mentions of Hanma Shuuji x Reader
Rating:Mfor Mature
Warnings: infidelity, not poly, Draken stealing Hanma’s girl (but it’s consensual and she is very into it), no smut but it’s implied.
A/N: pls this is the first thing i’ve written in ages and i’m not that proud of it lmao. i love draken so much but writing him is so, SO difficult for me; it makes me want to cry. this started out as a bday present for him but morphed into some ugly “leave hanma for the good guy” piece lmao. i still love you shuuji, but draken— come on. (side note: draken is the only man i would leave hanma for. it’s just… draken, yk?)
You’ve always had a knack for getting in trouble.
It’s never really made sense. You’re a nice girl with good grades and a career that you’ve been working for since you graduated high school on the horizon, your name and trouble shouldn’t even be in the same sentence. However, mischief seems to lurk around every corner as far as you’re concerned; how else would you have wound up here?
Here, stumbling through the door to your home with someone who doesn’t belong there.
Pairing: Draken | Ryuuguji Ken x Reader, mentions of Hanma Shuuji x Reader
Rating:Mfor Mature
Warnings: infidelity, not poly, Draken stealing Hanma’s girl (but it’s consensual and she is very into it), no smut but it’s implied.
A/N: pls this is the first thing i’ve written in ages and i’m not that proud of it lmao. i love draken so much but writing him is so, SO difficult for me; it makes me want to cry. this started out as a bday present for him but morphed into some ugly “leave hanma for the good guy” piece lmao. i still love you shuuji, but draken— come on. (side note: draken is the only man i would leave hanma for. it’s just… draken, yk?)
You’ve always had a knack for getting in trouble.
It’s never really made sense. You’re a nice girl with good grades and a career that you’ve been working for since you graduated high school on the horizon, your name and trouble shouldn’t even be in the same sentence. However, mischief seems to lurk around every corner as far as you’re concerned; how else would you have wound up here?
Here, stumbling through the door to your home with someone who doesn’t belong there.
warnings: college au, enemies to lovers (the best trope), alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, creampie, slight dubcon (bc of the alcohol), multiple orgasms (f! receiving)
synopsis: he hated you for reasons that were unknown and you hated him for how he treated you but after a drunken confession things start to change
a/n: this is for my lovely @kaeyaphoria’sgo f yourself collab! enemies to lovers is the best trope and you cannot tell me otherwise! thank you for letting me join my love!
Kisaki Tetta, a colossal pain in your ass and he made it known that you were a colossal pain in his. Ever since you two were in middle school he had this sort of vendetta against you and always treated you like shit and of course this rude treatment carried over into college. It was a shame that he would hold this negative temperament towards you for all these years.
But the real kicker was you didn’t even know why and there was no way he’d let anyone know.
He would rather die than tell you the real reason as to why he always treated you like shit. It was something he would take to the grave. So because of his treatment you grew a strong distaste for him, why should you try to be friendly to someone like him? And this carried on throughout all the years you knew each other.
While you two were in the same classes together you two were never paired for group work or for any projects but it still didn’t stop him from making snide comments whenever you were presenting or just answering a question.
You two had just hoped that the rest of your college years together would just end with not being paired for any assignment or project. That hope quickly died when you two landed in the hands of Professor Sax, a professor who absolutely loved group projects. From the beginning of the semester the class had group projects on things that weren’t even remotely related to the material you were all learning, honestly you had no clue what you were learning in the class but if it was an easy A you wanted then you’d get it from this class.
You still had one sliver of hope that you wouldn’t work with Kisaki since most of the semester had gone by without you two being assigned as partners or in the same group, there were close calls of course but you were lucky.
You let out a small sigh as you walked into the classroom, earlier than everyone else but not earlier than him. Just as he was about to open his mouth to make another snide comment, you glared daggers at him and walked to your seat, “don’t say anything Tetta, your voice is like nails running down a chalkboard.” He just rolled his eyes and muttered to himself. Soon everyone started walking in and finally your professor walked in with a big smile on her face.
“Alright guys! So since it’s finals season I don’t want to put any more stress on you so I am going to assign a simple final project!” She sat on top of the wooden desk and held up a piece of paper. “Here I have your partner names and once I read them out I want you to just sit together before I explain the details of the assignment.” She began reading the names and as she went through each pair your heart sank further and further into your stomach, awaiting who your partner would be.
“Y/N and Tetta, please sit together.” Your eyes widened and you looked over to meet his equally surprised gaze. You couldn’t move or do anything. Why did it have to be now? Why couldn’t you get paired with anyone else? Why him? He slowly got up from his seat and trudged over to the empty seat next to you and sat down. You didn’t spare a second glance at him, you couldn’t, you already felt sick to your stomach.
“Alright so that’s everyone, if your partner isn’t here just send them an email or text. So this project is something I’ve always loved doing and I think it’s super easy compared to the 30 page papers some other professors assign. It’s a get to know your partner project! Find common interests between you two and just present it, you guys might never see each other again after this so if I could help brew a friendship between you guys then I consider my job a job well done.”
As she continued droning on about the assignment your mind traveled elsewhere. How the hell were you two going to work on this? There was no way that you two had any common interests, besides your hatred for each other.
“Well that’s pretty much it from me, I’ll give you guys two weeks and just have fun with it! Once you guys set up a meeting time or exchange contact information you can leave!” The room filled with chatter and laughter but you couldn’t hear it over your heartbeat booming in your ears.
“Hey dumbass, stop zoning out.” His fingers snapped in front of your face and you looked over at him. He took a piece of paper from his notebook and placed it on your table. “Here’s my number and my address, meet me tonight. We’re getting this done as soon as possible.” You took it and slipped it into your bag and heard his footsteps as he got up and left the classroom. You pinched the bridge of your nose and got up after him, this was gonna be hell, you just knew it.
The rest of the day went by in a blur, you could barely focus on anything but the dreaded meet up with Kisaki at his place. You could just blow him off and do the project on your own or come up with some bullshit excuse as to why you can’t work with him. Still as the hours went by you just decided you would go to his place, just get it over with and not have to deal with him until you had to present it.
After your day of classes you went back home, quickly showered then made your way over to Kisaki’s. You entered the building and took the elevator up to his floor. “The faster we get this done the faster he’ll be out of my hair.” The elevator stopped and you walked to the door at the end of the hall and rang the doorbell. After a few seconds of no response you rang it again, just as you lifted your finger to do it a third time you were met with an obviously tipsy Kisaki. The red blush that coated his cheeks, his disheveled hair and the open bottle of whiskey on the counter top.
“Are you seriously drunk? What the fuck is wrong with you?” He glared at you and opened the door more, slightly staggering. “Shut the fuck up, I can handle my liquor and this is the only way I can remotely stand you.”
You sighed and walked in, he followed behind you and grabbed the bottle of whiskey and his glass and sat down on the spacious couch in the center of his living room. You sat down on the other end and took out your laptop, setting it up with the assignment details your professor sent you while he continued to drink more. You opened up PowerPoint and sat back to look over at him.
“So tell me about things you like or things you do with your friends, unless you’re just a miserable asshole that always gets drunk.”
He scoffed at your words and downed the rest of what was in his glass. “Well I don’t really have friendships, I just have people close to me as long as they have use for me. Fucked up if you really think about it don’t you think?”
You wish you could say you were shocked to hear what he said but it wasn’t surprising. Someone like him would be the type to just have ‘friendships’ like that. You just sighed and shook your head. “So you are a miserable asshole that always gets drunk, let’s move on with something a little better. What do you like to do? Besides making my life a living hell.”
Now it was his turn to let out a sigh, followed with a chuckle. “Wanna know something funny?” He leaned in closer to you, slightly slurring his words from how much alcohol he drank. “I’m only mean to you because you remind me of this girl I fell in love with in elementary school. You’re so much like her, beautiful, smart, a bright light in the dark and it kills me. It kills me because if I were to get close to you I would only end up falling for you even more than I already have and it would just end in heartbreak.”
Your eyes widened at his words, it didn’t make sense to you at all. You would’ve thought it was a joke, that this was just another sick trick of his but you knew that alcohol often acted like a truth serum which only meant that everything he’s telling you is the truth. While you did hate how he treated you, you could kind of see where he was coming from, heartbreak sucked and making yourself that vulnerable was even worse. He leaned in closer to you, his blue eyes boring into yours.
“Tetta, I-I don’t think you should do anything you might regret.”
He shook his head and leaned in more, lifting one of his hands to your cheek. “What I’ll regret is never making a move.” He closed the gap between you two and kissed you softly, just enjoying your pillowy soft lips against his slightly chapped lips. After a few seconds he pulled back slightly and caressed your cheek with his thumb. “Can I do that again? Please?” This time you took the initiative and closed the small distance between you two kissing him again, this time letting the kiss lead to more.
He kissed you hungrily and desperately, not wanting to let you go not even for one second because in that second you could change your mind and just leave him and that was what he feared most. Still you both needed to breathe so he pulled back slightly, the both of your chests heaving to catch your breath. “I need you, please.”
You wanted to give him what he needed but he was still tipsy, you didn’t want to take advantage of him in this state. But it was as if he could read your mind and see your thoughts. “Baby please, I’m fine. I want this and I want you, I need you badly. I can’t spend another night fucking my fist to the thought of you, please.”
He stood and held your hand in his, lightly pulling you to the direction of what you assumed to be his bedroom. You nodded and followed behind him and once he got you on the bed his lips were on yours again, tearing at your clothes to get you naked as fast as possible. Once your clothes were on the floor he made away with his own, tossing them haphazardly to worry about in the morning. He wanted to take his time with you, he wanted to make you cum over and over again on his fingers and tongue, watch you shake from overstimulation but his cock was aching and by how wet you were you needed him badly.
“Please Tetta, please fuck me.” You spread your legs for him and he swore he would have melted in a puddle right there. He spit on his hand and stroked his cock to get it wet, he didn’t want you waiting any longer, you shouldn’t wait any longer. He quickly lined himself at your entrance and shoved his cock inside you, bottoming out completely. Your hands flew up to his arms and you dug your nails into the skin, creating angry red drag marks. Your legs shook around his waist and his name left your lips beautifully. Your pussy clenched around his cock tightly, squeezing it with all you had and it hit him that he just made you cum. He needed to see that expression on your face again and again and again. It made his heart swell and his cock throb seeing your pretty face as you came all over his cock.
He reached down to grip the sheets by your head and started thrusting into you hard and fast, his breath fanning your face as he groaned your name each time he bottomed out inside you. “You’re perfect, so fucking perfect. I’ve dreamt of this, dreamt of you, for so long, so damn long.” He knew he wasn’t going to last long the second his cock bullied its way into your gummy walls. He also knew you were close to another orgasm, the way you clenched around his cock, how your lips were perfectly parted, the pretty whines of his name leaving you, he knew you were close.
He moved one hand by your head down and started rubbing your clit, moving two of his fingers along the swollen nub to help you fall head first into your orgasm. “Cum for me baby, cum for me. Let me see that pretty face again.” His words came out through grunts and groans and your arms came up to wrap around his neck and press his lips against yours.
He continued his movements and continued kissing you like his life depended on it until you pulled away. “Cumming Tetta! Fuck I’m cumming!” He pulled you back in for another kiss, swallowing all your moans and cries as he fucked you through your orgasm and soon brought himself over the edge, spilling inside you and coating your walls white. He dropped his head in the crook of your neck and panted.
“Spend the night with me, we’ll talk about everything in the morning. I just want to hold you for the night.” He murmured into your skin and slowly lifted his head to meet your eyes. “Okay, I’ll spend the night.” He pecked your lips once more and pulled out of you slowly, sucking in a breath as he watched his cum spill out of you and drip onto his sheets.
He reached over to his nightstand and took some tissues out and began wiping you down as gently as he could. Once you were clean he pulled the blanket down and helped you into bed then slid in the space next to you, pulling you to his chest. As you both drifted off to sleep you figured he wasn’t going to really talk about what just happened but it was fine. You also knew there was going to be a huge shift in your relationship and how you two acted with each other but it wasn’t something you had a problem with.
Maybe deep down it was something you were hoping for without even realizing it.
content: amnesia, manipulation, corruption, yandere themes, violence/death, blood, dubcon, smut, use of adult toys, overstimulation, fauxcest, exhibitionism
featuring:mikey x reader,koko x reader, sanzu, kakucho
note: okay im really excited about this update! the story continues to unravel and more memories are recovered. heavy bonten violence in this part so proceed with caution. like always dark content ahead so minors can not-so kindly fuck off! feel free to reblog, drop me an ask, and comment <3
While others chose to place their faith in relationships, people, or some celestial being, Hajime Kokonoi only believed in money and lived his life in pursuit of material gain. It was what had kept him tethered to Mikey’s side after the fall of Tenjiku and Koko had yet to find reason enough to leave Bonten; a treasonous act that he wouldn’t hesitate to commit the moment Bonten blood money stopped lining his pockets and Mikey finally succumbed to his demons.
Something that would happen sooner rather than later thanks to Mikey’s obsession with Kisaki’s amnesic sister.
Like the other ex-Tenjiku members, Koko had known the girl when her real brother had still been alive. She’d been a bright and tenacious young thing, stubbornly trailing behind her brother and Hanma, with sheepish smiles for all of Tenjiku whenever she was caught and berated harshly by Kisaki. A memory that felt like a lifetime ago whenever he saw her shrink away from Mikey during his bouts of rage or stare off into space with that blank look of hers.
Koko had by no means been close to her the way Kakucho had, but his stomach sank regardless when the broken woman hugged her knees and rocked back and forth, trying to understand why her brother abhorred the sight of her one day and worshipped her the next.
Maybe it was some sort of fondness he had for the girl she had once been or maybe he just had a soft spot for sisters, but where had Koko failed to acquire the means to pay for Akane’s surgery, he found himself showering Y/N with gifts using his money rather than the money Mikey wired him; that money was used for the gifts from Mikey.
–pairing:devil!ran haitani x f!reader, 17th century new england au, inspired by ‘the witch (2016)’ and the salem witch trials folklore
–content:dark content, corruption, loss of virginity, ritual sex, erotic horror,monster-fucking, breeding, oral (f!receiving), fingering, overstim, mentions of assault/abuse, archaic dialogue
–note:my shot at erotic horror featuring ran haitani for @semisgroupie’sheaven&hell collab bc i watched the witch and thought ran would make a good human!black phillip, dark content ahead so minors can f*ck off! feel free to rb, send me an ask, or leave a comment <3
note: WE’RE ALMOST DONE! so sorry for the wait but life has been hectic for me and i’ve had zero energy to write until this week. like always dark content ahead so minors can not-so kindly fuck off! feel free to reblog, drop me an ask, and comment <3
If someone had asked Kakucho what the most impactful event in his life had been, he might’ve once responded with the day he met Izana Kurokawa, the man who had been his friend, master, and brother all at the same time. Now a man grown, Kakucho recognized it hadn’t been meeting Izana but rather losing him, Tenjiku, and her, on that frigid February afternoon.
Where his relationship with Izana had just made sense, his relationship with Kisaki’s sister never did. From the moment Tetta Kisaki weaseled his way into Izana’s life, Kakucho hated him. He hated everything about the bespeckled teen who held himself up like some bigshot gang leader. Well, everything except the girl who stubbornly trailed after him.
She called herself Kisaki’s sister even after he bit out the word ‘half’ to amend the title. She was vivacious, kind, caring, and everything Kisaki and Tenjiku weren’t. She didn’t hold back her laughter, didn’t blink away tears; all of her emotions shone on her face–raw and unfiltered.
At first, Kakucho chalked her up as a silly spoiled girl rebelling against her parents by chasing after her gang-member half-brother. It made the most sense given her age and upbringing and not just because Kisaki said so. But as the days went on and Kisaki’s sister continued hanging around Tenjiku, Kakucho accepted the fact that her presence went beyond teenage rebellion to something deeper and more intimate. A reason that mirrored his devotion to Izana– love for her brother.
Kakucho didn’t realize cared for Kisaki’s sister until he found himself gravitating toward her during meetings, escorting her home after Kisaki berated her, and thinking of different ways to clumsily comfort her. He didn’t realize he liked her until he stuffed her cold hands in his pockets, shielded her eyes and ears from Tenjiku’s violence, and held her close after confessing his fears regarding Izana, Kisaki, and the impending war against the Tokyo Manji gang.
And by the time Kakucho realized he loved Y/N, it was toward the end of Kisaki’s memorial service and he had been dragged outside to a dark alley by a seething Hanma.
Alternate ending to Day 6 is below the dashed line.
Same phone sex prompt as Day 6 of kinktober but this time with an alternate ending. I can’t ever decide if I like Peh more as a dom or sub so I NEED both.
Phone sex, Sub-ish!Peh x Tease!Reader, dirty talk, cream pie, masturbation
The blinding sun pooling in through the blinds of your room disturbs your sleep. Tossing and turning, unable to resume a comfortable position, you roll over to the empty side of the bed. Your arm extends over the disheveled sheets and sunken in mattress where your lover sleeps. After letting out a hefty sigh you find the strength to throw your legs over the side of the bed, planting your feet on the floor before rising. You’ve been awake all of 10 minutes and you’re already bored. Peh had left for work early this morning. Damn boyfriend is so busy he puts in more hours at work than at home. You’re proud of him for working so hard but you still miss him. It wouldn’t hurt to give him a ring and remind him to drink some water because his dumb ass would probably forget.
The ringing sound in your ear was interrupted when Peh picked up the phone. “Hello my love, is everything okay?” For someone with Peh’s attitude and facial expressions, he was especially soft.
“I should be asking the same thing, you left before the sun was up this morning! You’ve been so swamped, are you making sure to drink water and eat in between meetings?” You didn’t mean to sound so nagging but it is what it is.
“Babe, is that really why you called? Yes. I have water. Yes. I brought the lunch that you made me. I have to go now, I have a meeting. Please stop worrying so much, I love you.” He chuckled before disconnecting.
Psh, he didn’t even wait for you to say I love you back. Oh well. You toss your phone aside and make your way to the bathroom. Steam from the shower fills the air as you strip last night’s pajamas. The hot water feels good on your skin.
Exiting the shower after your typical routine has left the mirrors blurred by the steam. Now feeling fresh and moisturized, you head for the door of the bathroom. The towel wrapped around your body catches on the door handle and exposes your damp skin to the cool air. Too lazy to even care, you leave the towel to hang on the door handle and continue as you were. Striding across the room draped in absolutely nothing, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Hmmm, not bad. You think to yourself striking different poses and angles.
Boredom breeds bad ideas, and after a refreshing shower and the reflection staring back at you, bad ideas are being brewed in that dirty dirty brain of yours. Teasing Peh has always been one of your favorite pastimes, and now in this hour of boredom, you couldn’t think of a better idea. He’s in a meeting anyway, it wouldn’t hurt to send him a little surprise to admire later. After all, he works so hard he deserves something nice.
The create an air of mystery, the previously discarded towel is retrieved and wrapped across your body. Posing in the mirror, you snap a quick picture. Your skin looks soft against the patterned towel. “aaaaaaand, send.” This was just the first of the flirty photos you’re about to send. Angling your hips to face the mirror, your free hand slightly lifts the bottom of the towel just enough to accentuate the curve of your backside.
DING. Peh ignores the sound of his notifications. He and Pah are meeting with a potential client and he refuses to be distracted by his phone. DING. Another message. DING DING DING. His brow furrows cursing himself for not silencing his phone before the meeting. Pah turns to Peh, “You might want to check that. It sounds urgent. Don’t worry, I can handle it here.”
“I apologize. Please excuse me.” Peh can be surprisingly polite now compared to his teenage years.
After slipping away to somewhere more private (aka the bathroom), he fishes his phone out of his pocket. Concern turns to shock as he opens your messages. Various seductive angles of your towel clad figure litter his phone screen. He can feel his pants tightening as he scrolls through the photos. Such a tease. Until he reaches the last message. Not a photo, but a video? His jaw drops at the same rate the towel drops displaying your bare body from head to toe. He nearly chokes. He’s seen your body a million times, even mapped out all of your pleasure points with his own two hands, yet it never fails to make his cock ache.
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Practicing different poses, you’re interrupted by an incoming call. Shit.He said he had a meeting, you weren’t expecting a response so soon. Answering the phone with a “Hi babe! What’s up?” you pretend as if nothing happened.
Peh talks in an embarrassed whisper, “what are you doing? I’m at work.”
“I know. I’m bored and I miss you. I was just trying to send you a little surprise after your meeting.” You have no remorse.
“Baby you can’t be doing that while I’m at work. I’m trying to have a meeting with a potential client.” He whines.
“Aw, I’m sorry. You can’t focus on your meeting when your cock is twitching, can you? Hm. Those pictures did make you hard right? You’re imagining me naked and spread out on the bed for you to fuck, aren’t you?” You’re such a tease.
“Tha-That’s irrelevant.” He stutters and snaps out of his ongoing fantasy.
That cute flustered response was exactly what you were hoping for. “Well, you can’t go back to your meeting with that tent in your pants. Why don’t you take it out for me. Pretend I’m there on my knees for you.” You encourage him.
“N-no, no I can’t do that, I’m at work.” He retorts.
“Don’t worry baby. I miss you so I’ll pretend you’re here with me too. Don’t be embarrassed, you don’t have to do it alone.” Rolling over to your bedside table, you open the draw and retrieve your vibrator. Holding it up to the phone so Peh can hear the buzzing. “See.”
“Is that-”
“yes” you cut him off knowing what he’s going to ask. “You’ve been so busy with work. It’s a shame that I don’t get to have you all to myself all the time so I have to settle for this. Although nothing compares to the feeling of sinking down on your cock.” You’re apparently feeling bold today.
Peh groans at the thought. “Fine. Just this once. Since you leave me no other choice.” Reluctantly, Peh frees his aching cock from the fabric prison of his briefs. “This feels so weird.” He notes the cold air enveloping his length.
“Don’t think about that. Think about me. Hm, think about my body against yours. You like it when I have you against the wall right? When my lips kiss that sweet spot on your neck and hands tease your cock right? Think about that.” Listening to Peh’s breathing intensifying sends shockwaves through your body. The hornier you get, the dirtier your thoughts are.
“Wha-what are you doing with the toy right nooww?” Peh is starting to get needy.
A devious smile plastered on your face as you go silent, letting the buzzing of your vibrator radiate through the phone. “Can you hear that? I’m thinking about you right now. Teasing my entrance like you always do.”
“Put it in.” He nearly chokes saying that
“Oh? Are you being a needy baby now? Hm, where are your manners? Not even a please?”
“Please. Please, put it in.” He corrected himself.
The thought of Peh getting flustered and worked up over your body thrills you. The way his mouth hangs slightly agape as he focuses on not cumming in 5 seconds is adorable. You can’t help but tease him a little more. “I don’t think so. You haven’t earned that yet. Tell me more about what you’re doing now? What kind of dirty things are you thinking? Maybe you’ll convince me.”
“Urghh, I can’t say those kinds of things.” He’s so embarrassed.
“What do you mean you can’t say those kinds of things? You’ve done worse things to my body, right? Like when you fuck me. When your cock bottoms out inside me. You do all kinds of dirty things, now isn’t the time to be bashful.”
“I want to fuck you. Your lips feel so good around the tip of my cock.” His hands instinctively twitch as he imagines palming to plump flesh of your ass. “Thinking about the view of when I fuck you from behind. Watching my cock disappear into your cunt, how it glistens from your wetness. Ughmm-” Low moans infused with needy whines slip from his throat.
“That’s a good boy.” Your ears perk up at his description, making your head spin. Your toy finds its way between your legs, amplifying the pleasure. “This fake cock feels so good but it doesn’t fit as nicely as yours. My pussy misses the way your cock fills me up. Baby, cum for me.”
“nghff, I want to cum.” You can hear the shlicking of his hand pumping his cock feverishly.
“Good boy. Cum for me baby. Mmf, you hear that? The toy we bought is stretching me enough so you’ll be able to fit. Are you thinking about this toy fucking me nice and good? Hm? Don’t you wish that was your cock that my pussy is gripping instead?”
Your words of encouragement are swirling around his brain. Peh’s never felt so jealous of a fake cock until now. “mm, your pussy is mine, and mine alone.”
“Is that so? And what are you gonna do about it?” seducing him closer to the edge.
Peh’s hips buck frantically as he imagines your tight little cunt twitching as it leaks with his cum. He slumps against the bathroom wall once he pumps his fist full of his own seed. His moaning and pleading stops and is replaced with intense heavy breathing, recovering from his orgasm. You follow quickly. The idea of teasing Peh at work to the point he has no other option to rub one out right then and there is a power only you hold.
“Well, I hope I was able to help you relieve some of that stress from work. But, I better let you get back to your meeting. See you at home later, love you!” You say it so innocently as if you haven’t reduced him to a needy, horny mess while at work.
After cleaning himself up, he slips out of the bathroom and heads back to the office. He bumps into Pah and the potential client as they’re concluding their meeting. Peh turns as white as a ghost, paranoid that everyone knows what just happened.
“Um, are you feeling okay? You look awful. Just absolutely terrible. I think you should go home.” Pah’s not pulling any punches with that statement.
Peh concedes and Pah forces him out of the office so he can get some rest.
Your phone lights up:
1 New Message: Got sent home early to rest. I’ll be there soon.
Perfect timing. You’ve been aching for your lover to return home. Little does he know that you have another surprise for him this evening. This time it won’t be virtual. You walk out of the closet clad in Peh’s favorite gaudy shirt, with the top 3 buttons undone as you lay out the night’s activities. Peh won’t be using his own hands tonight, you’ll make sure of it even if you have to pin them down. He worked so hard for you today, it’s your turn to put in work for him.
I know I know it’s now November but I’m still trying. Poorly edited but still proud of myself for at least finishing it. Day 7 will be alternate personality with Peh being the flustered needy one cuz I love subby Peh.
phone sex, dom-ish!Peh x Fem!Reader, masturbation, dirty talk
Interrupting Peh’s work meeting with flirtatious pictures forces Peh to take measures into his own hands.
The blinding sun pooling in through the blinds of your room disturbs your sleep. Tossing and turning, unable to resume a comfortable position, you roll over to the empty side of the bed. Your arm extends over the disheveled sheets and sunken-in mattress where your lover sleeps. After letting out a hefty sigh you find the strength to throw your legs over the side of the bed, planting your feet on the floor before rising. You’ve been awake all of 10 minutes and you’re already bored. Peh had left for work early this morning. Damn boyfriend is so busy he puts in more hours at work than at home. You’re proud of him for working so hard but you still miss him. It wouldn’t hurt to give him a ring and remind him to drink some water because his dumb ass would probably forget.
The ringing sound in your ear was interrupted when Peh picked up the phone. “Hello my love, is everything okay?” For someone with Peh’s attitude and facial expressions, he was especially soft when it came to you.
“I should be asking the same thing, you left before the sun was up this morning! You’ve been so swamped, are you making sure to drink water and eat in between meetings?” You didn’t mean to sound so nagging but it is what it is.
“Babe, is that really why you called? Yes. I have water. Yes. I brought the lunch that you made me. I have to go now, I have a meeting. Please stop worrying so much, I love you.” He chuckled before disconnecting.
Psh, he didn’t even wait for you to say I love you back. Oh well. You toss your phone aside and make your way to the bathroom. Steam from the shower fills the air as you strip last night’s pajamas. The hot water feels good on your skin.
Exiting the shower after your typical routine has left the mirrors blurred by the steam. Now feeling fresh and moisturized, you head for the door of the bathroom. The towel wrapped around your body catches on the door handle and exposes your damp skin to the cool air. Too lazy to even care, you leave the towel to hang on the door handle and continue as you were. Striding across the room draped in absolutely nothing, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Hmmm, not bad. You think to yourself striking different poses and angles.
Boredom breeds bad ideas, and after a refreshing shower and the reflection staring back at you, bad ideas are being brewed in that dirty dirty brain of yours. Teasing Peh has always been one of your favorite pastimes, and now in this hour of boredom, you couldn’t think of a better idea. He’s in a meeting anyway, it wouldn’t hurt to send him a little surprise to admire later. After all, he works so hard he deserves something nice.
To create an air of mystery, the previously discarded towel is retrieved and wrapped across your body. Posing in the mirror, you snap a quick picture. Your skin looks soft against the patterned towel. “aaaaaaand, send.” This was just the first of the flirty photos you’re about to send. Angling your hips to face the mirror, your free hand slightly lifts the bottom of the towel just enough to accentuate the curve of your backside.
DING. Peh ignores the sound of his notifications. He and Pah are meeting with a potential client and he refuses to be distracted by his phone. DING. Another message. DING DING DING. His brow furrows cursing himself for not silencing his phone before the meeting. Pah turns to Peh, “You might want to check that. It sounds urgent. Don’t worry, I can handle it here.”
“I apologize. Please excuse me.” Peh can be surprisingly polite now compared to his teenage years.
After slipping away to somewhere more private (aka the bathroom), he fishes his phone out of his pocket. Concern turns to shock as he opens your messages. Various seductive angles of your towel clad figure litter his phone screen. He can feel his pants tightening as he scrolls through the photos. Such a tease. Until he reaches the last message. Not a photo, but a video? His jaw drops at the same rate the towel drops displaying your bare body from head to toe. He nearly chokes. He’s seen your body a million times, even mapped out all of your pleasure points with his own two hands, yet it never fails to make his cock ache.
Practicing different poses, you’re interrupted by an incoming call. Shit. He said he had a meeting, you weren’t expecting a response so soon. Answering the phone with a sheepish voice “..u-h hell-o?”
“What do you think you’re doing?” Peh’s voice has a completely different tone than your previous conversation. Your body has that effect on him.
“Oh- well, um- well yeah, I thought you were in a meeting? I’m sorr-”
“Tch, you interrupt the meeting, getting me all worked up, and all you have to say is sorry?” Peh cut off your half assed apology. “Don’t be sorry, take responsibility.”
“What do you-?”
“You know what I mean.” Peh’s responses were so quick, without faltering in his demands. “Are you being a needy whore for my cock today? Hm, is that why you’re acting out?”
“You’ve been so busy with work, I- I- just wanted to surprise you a little.” Your tone is thick with remorse.
“Oh? And what do you do if I’m not home and you’re feeling needy?”
Your voice is quiet as you mumble a response.
“Hm, I can’t hear you. Speak up.” Peh commands.
“..i take care of it myself..” you feel embarrassed.
“Is that so? Go on. Since I’m not home right now, what would you do?” Peh is now the one with the teasing power.
"I think about how you would fuck me.” Your voice is still quiet but discernible.
You weren’t able to see, but by the sound of his voice, you could tell Peh was palming himself over his pants. Peh getting all worked up gives you encouragement so you continue.
“I like to imagine as if my fingers were your cock.”
“I bet you look so pretty with your fingers in your mouth pretending it’s my cock.”
His voice reverberates through your body making you feel hot. Your oral fixation is sated when your fingers enter your mouth as you coat your digits with saliva. Peh can hear the pop of your cheeks as you suck on your fingers like you miss the feeling of his cock in your mouth.
“Such a little slut, you can’t even behave on the phone. How pathetic, my cock would fit so much better in your mouth than your fingers. Hm baby, don’t you want me to fuck your mouth?”
“mhm” is all you could get out with your mouth full. His lustful voice has your mind clouded. Once nice and slick, your fingers retreat from your lips and snake past your midsection down to your core. “I want you to fuck my mouth. I want you to fuck me.”
“Ah, that’s my good girl. Telling me what you want. I can’t wait to bury my cock in your tight little cunt when I get home.”
Peh’s lewd remarks leave your pussy feeling empty. You can hear the unbuckling of his belt in the background.
“Peh, are you thinking of me? Are you imaging me laid out on the bed, touching myself, begging for you to fuck me?” The neediness in your words is escalating. You want Peh to fuck you, but you’re going to have to settle. You reach for your bedside table and open the drawer. You make damn sure that the phone is close enough for Peh to hear the buzzing of your toy.
“Fuck baby, is that the toy I bought you last week?”
“It might be.” a cheeky remark.
Peh’s stroking picks up pace as he starts pumping his cock.
“mmm- such a needy slut, filling your hole with a toy when you’re all alone. Make sure you’re good and stretched by the time I come home. Your punishment for interrupting my meeting won’t be taken lightly. I bet your cunt is sucking it in like it does with my cock” His breathing is getting heavy.
“Peh, mmf– Peh, feels ‘sgood.” You can barely make a coherent sentence. Peh’s words are coaxing erotic sounds from your lips.
“Fuck.” Peh’s head falls back in pleasure, “Think about how my cock fills you up. How you moan and your eyes water begging me to fuck you harder. How the tip of my cock prods at your deepest parts. Mm, I miss the way your nails dig into my back as my cock bottoms out in your womb.” Peh is practically panting at this point as his hand grips his cock a little tighter, dancing on the edge of orgasm.
The vibration of the toy is causing the coil in your core to tighten. You graze the toy over your most sensitive bundle of nerves. The sound of Peh frantically pumping his cock to thought of fucking you is intensifying your pleasure. Heat radiates from your feet to your cunt. The impending orgasm forces your toes to curl. “Fuck fuck, Peh oh fuck I’m gonna cum. Mm Peh, I want you to fill me with your cum. I want your cock in me so bad. Mmf-”
“Fuck baby, you’re such a good little whore, taking my cock so well. I wanna cum so bad.” The erratic pumping of his fist continues until his knees feel weak. “nngh aah” The sound of Peh’s spilling his seed into his hand drives you over the edge. Your vision blurs and hips buck as your cunt spasms sending jolts across your body.
The phone line is saturated with post-climax panting as you both try to catch your breath.
Your thoughts are interrupted as you hear the water running on the other side of the line, Peh washing his hands of any evidence.
“Well, I am sorry for interrupting your meeting, even though you needed a break. I will let you get back to work now. I love you.”
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to look Pah or our client in the eye after I left the meeting to do this. This is your fault for being a sexy little slut for me. But I love you too baby, bye”
Peh’s reflection in the mirror is flushed with a thin layer of sweating covering his forehead. He splashes cool water on his face and pulls himself together before exiting the bathroom. As he is retracing his steps back to his office, he bumps into Pah and their client finishing up the meeting.
“Eh? Everything okay?” Pah turns to Peh, questioning him.
“Ah yes, sorry false alarm, everything is okay! I apologize.”
“Peh? You look awful. Go home.” Pah is dumb but observant. He notices Peh’s red face and perspiration. “Don’t argue with me, go home.”
1 New Message: Hey babe, coming home early. Can’t wait for your pretty little cunt to take my cock and fill you with my cum :)
summary: ran had one rule–one rule–and who would sanzu be if he didn’t try to break it? heavy on the trybecause of course he fails miserably and it backfires on him.
warnings: hybrid au, bunny!sanzu, bunny!reader, switch!sanzu, sub!reader, dom!ran, unprotected sex, threesome, humiliation (ran to sanzu), thigh riding (? kind of), dubcon (not really but just in case), established relationship (ran x reader but sanzu fucks around w them), pet names (princess, baby, doll, bunny) UNEDITED
tiger!souya keening as you press your hips flush against his, letting his hole suck you in with sickening squelches as his slick practically pours from his used hole, cum dribbling down his chin and neck, pooling at his chest and coating his erect nipples. you nip at his chest once to make a point before lowering a hand to his ass and pushing a finger into his hole to help your strap, stretching him further and further as he became putty in your lap, thighs shaking as tears streaked down his messy cheeks and face, choking him along with the cum you had fucked down his throat and stinging his bitten lips
fem!reader, fem!dom, straps, sub!souya kawata, rip the counter, hybrids, breeding kink, petnames, use of the word “kitten”, etc. Not proofread!!
timeskipsouya kawata x fem!reader
The Blue Tiger’s Taming
tiger hybrid!souya who lets you bend him over the counter of his and nahoya’s ramen restaurant, who lets you thrust into him like there’s no tomorrow, who keens and groans breathlessly when your hands ghost over his stomach and up his chest and whines at the back of his throat, so pitiful, when your fingers play with his perked nipples absentmindedly— souya who’s tail curls and swishes whenever you pick it up a notch and get closer and closer to insanity, who’s ears twitch and legs tremble, threatening to give out at any second, knees buckling so much so that you have to keep your hands grasping him, fingers digging into his hips to hold him up steady. souya who lets out the prettiest sounds when you tug at his curls or bite at his skin as if you were the tiger.
His teeth chew his bottom lip red and raw as he (poorly) attempts at (and fails to) keep all the noises in.
“A-ah..”
The moan forced out of your lover was delicious. You kiss his shoulder again, hastily, before turning your head to try and catch a glimpse of his face— his adorable face, blotchy cheeked and red to the ears, eyes squeezed shut and lips parted loosely with drool dribbling down his chin as his hands clutched at the counter corners so tightly his knuckles were blue. You’ll let him relax and ease up soon, but not yet.
“That’s it, baby boy— right there.” You grunt as your hips jerk. “Right there..”
Souya’s thighs are numb and he nearly comes it not for remembering that you didn’t take kindly to weakness
When your thumb starts at the back of his neck and then trails all the way down his spine as he shivers and trembles in your hold, waiting until it joins your cock buried balls deep into his ass, he’s practically withering as he begs over and over for you to stretch him more and more
His eyes are squeezed shut, he can’t look at you. He’s too embarrassed. You, however, have become very experienced in telling and understanding the cloud haired man’s cues.
You watch his shoulders tense as his back glistens for a few moments before pressing your lips at the back of his neck and trailing down from there, the salt from his sweat stinging your lips.
His hole clenches so nicely around your strap as his chest heaves against you hand. The way he squeezes you as if you were going to fill him to the brim— to breed him well, has you dizzy
Every strangles gasp and rasping breath that he makes— every sound that parts his perfect lips is so pretty
You nip at his right shoulder blade where deep claw marks made their debut the night before and smile. It was no wonder your pretty kitty was so loose today. You fucked him hard and well last night, too.
“Doin’ so good for me, baby.” You huff into his ear, nipping at the golden earring decorating his lobe. “Such a good kitty—”
His tail curls with his toes as he lets out a soft whimper.
“(Y/N)… I-I can’t.. I can’t—”
“Oh no, Sou.” You thrust so hard you feel his body jerk forwards in your grasp with the force. “You can— you will.”
“I—I..!”
“‘M gonna breed you— gonna knock you up so good with my kittens.. whaddya say, baby? Wanna carry my kittens?”
Souya absolutely losesit.
When he throws his head back and meows, You know he’s finished. You have all the time and free reign in the world and he doesn’t mind in the slightest.
“Yes!” He whines, eyes watering as his lashes flutter open and turn to you. Tear droplets plop down onto his burning cheeks as he begs, “Fill me up and make me yours, (Y/N)! Please!”
Now, how could you refuse your precious little tiger when he was asking so nicely and practically arching against the ghost of your touch?
You release his hips and reach out with your free hand, grabbing his jaw and turning him to face you.
“That’s what I like to hear, Sou.” You murmur, so full of love and lust, your thrusts becoming more and more wildly lazy as you gently peck his swollen lips. “I love you and I’m gonna love our kittens.”
Souya whimpers into the kiss and if you could, you’d be shooting bucketloads of cum into his trembling body, filling him to the brim
You continue to fuck him through your heat, chest swelling with pride the tighter he gets because your baby is doing to well and making you feel so good.
You kiss all the way from his ass back up his back and along his shoulders before moving to his neck and peppering the space under his jaw, right where it drove him crazy, with wet, sloppy and open mouthed kisses. It were as if you were mouthing him.
“I’m so proud of you for doing to well,” You whisper, completely genuine. “You’re so amazing, kitten.”
His ears twitch and his tail swishes with the praise. All he could do was let out numb moans and jumbled babbles of “You’re the best..” and “Thank you, m’ster..” as he melted into putty.
bonten sanzu underestimating you and accepting your punishment for talking back to you so he ends up being so fucked out that he goes limp in your lap and flops over, burying his face into your shoulder and whimpering as you continue to fuck him through your orgasm, kissing his red ears and nipping at his earrings as your fingers dig into his trembling thighs, jostling him with every thrust. with every tired whimper of “mmm, are ya done yet.. I can’t..” you thrust your hips harder and make sure to hit his abused prostrate, cutting haruchiyo off with pitiful whines and keens
Since I have nothing to do, I’m gonna try recreating the haitanis room/house in sims 4!! But b4 that, I’m not that good with interior designing so can anyone give me their hc or idea on what you think the color of their walls are? Do you think they have any painting on their walls? And what not. Thank you very much
“ , !” you pant. tears are staining the blindfold that covers your eyes and you’re struggling against the silk ties that keep your wrists tied. the man above you snickers, unsympathetic to your cries for mercy.
