Jas

kazutora hanemiya.

chifuyu matsuno

“No.” He grinned, kissing you.

You glared, unimpressed.

“Senju did.”

You shot up, eyes wide and confused.

“She what?!”

Takeomi pulled you back down, softly kissing your neck.

“Sanzu ate her cereal. Now come here.” He pulled you back down, kissing the crown of your head, “Sleep, sweetheart.”

“You’re so mean, Omi.”

Your eyes trailed around your surroundings, all too familiar with the scene yet not familiar at all.

Sitting cross-legged on the cold, hard concrete, you focused on the gravestone in front of you, one you have not seen before, but the letters danced and shifted, changing every time you blinked, making you unable to read the name.

“I’m dreaming, aren’t I?” You called out to the figure next to you, tilting your head towards him.

He lit up a cigarette, resting his face against his palms.

“You are.” He softly smiled, his warm yet exhausted gaze focusing on you as he extended his hand to offer you the lit cigarette.

“Long time no see, Shi.” You exhaled, accepting it.

“You look good.” He smiled, tilting his head, “I’m proud of you for that.”

Your heart warmed.

“Thank you.” You softly murmured against the cigarette.

“How have you been, sunshine?”

You shuddered at the nickname.

“Good. I’m almost done with my doctorate. Have been staying clean for the most part. I talk to Taiju more,” Your voice trailed off, your eyes settling on his face, “Everyone else is good as well.”

He nodded, a mischievous smile slowly appearing on his lips.

“I see you have someone. Tell me about him doll, I’m curious.”

You rolled your eyes at the wiggle of his brows, shaking your head.

“Just a sugar daddy. Nothing important.”

The man leaned closer to you, smirking.

“You like him~” He giggled in your ear, his laughter growing as he avoided the smack headed his way.

“No dating, remember?” You frowned, tapping off the ash of your cigarette, “I’ll probably just hurt him. I’m still cruel.”

He exhaled, sadness replacing the mischief in his smile, leaning back on his hand to look up at the sky.

“You are, yeah. It is unfortunate.”

Your eyes narrowed, and you huffed, throwing the cigarette at the figure.

“Every time, I swear to God, every goddamn time you get so close to imitating him, but you fuck up somehow.”

The man’s face darkened as you continued.

“He would never say something like that.”

He sighed.

“You’re right.”

In a blink, the man vanished, and in his place, a girl stared back at you.

Her eyes were sunken, eyeliner and mascara staining the bottom of her lower lash line, baby fat still left sticking on her cheek, thin clothes barely covering scraps and bruises littering her skin.

She was wearing his jacket.

“Shit, no wonder Shi took us in. We look like a fucking dog.”

The girl rolled her eyes, fishing two cigarettes from her pack, and you allowed her to put it in your mouth, lighting it up for you.

“Did we always look that young? We look like a fucking baby.” You tilted your head, extending your hand to pinch her cheeks, much to her dismay.

She swatted it away, glaring as she exhaled the smoke of her cigarette.

“Not our fault we looked like a fucking child.” She scoffed, her eyes running over your form, “At least you look healthy.”

“We are a child, you’re barely 18. And thanks.”

“It wasn’t a fucking compliment.”

“I know, but I’ll see it as one.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“We’re the same person, dipshit.”

She loudly and dramatically exhaled, laying down on the ground.

“Truly depressing.”

“Shit, you really are an asshole.”

“So are you!”

You kicked her lightly, ignoring her loud complaining.

“How’s that unresolved trauma treating you?” You smugly asked, causing her to glare.

“Motherfucker, I am you. You tell me.”

“My trauma is all solved.”

“Oh, really? Is that so?”

“Yup.”

“Liar.“

You dramatically gasp, turning to look at her, offended.

“That is rude!”

She snorted, shaking her head.

The mood shifted.

“You still hate me.” She muttered, looking away from you.

Your gaze stayed fixed on her features.

“I do, and? You deserve to be hated.”

“Shi didn’t hate me.”

You rubbed your face, exhausted.

“Shi was a fucking saint. He loved you.”

She hummed in agreement.

“You know, if they all think Shi is so bad, what must they think of you?” She inhaled through her teeth, continuing, “I mean, you pretend you’re better than me, but let’s be real. If they knew the real you, they’d hate you so much.”

Your eye twitched in annoyance.

“There is no real or fake me. I am better than you.”

“Is that why you still don’t trust yourself?”

You laid down next to her, trying to look at the stars as to soothe your nerves.

The sky was empty.

“How come we always try to run to men who are supposed to break us, but they’re kind instead? I mean, Tai, Shi, shit, even Omi.” You turn on your hip to look at her, your eyes tracing over her tired face as you put your arm under your head.

She tilted her head towards you.

“The better question is, why do we give them all such stupid ass nicknames?”

You smacked her, giggling at her annoyance.

“They’re good nicknames, you’re just a bitch.”

“I mean, I am, but those nicknames are shit.”

“You came up with Tai and Shi!”

“I wanted to annoy them!”

“Well you failed. They both found it adorable.”

She huffed, and silence settled over the two of you afterward.

“Omi doesn’t love you.” She finally spoke, extinguishing the cigarette.

You nodded.

“He does not.”

“He only wants you for sex.”

“Yep.”

“You’re betraying us again.”

Your gaze trailed over her empty face.

She truly was pathetic.

“You betrayed us first, doll.”

She shot up in a sitting position, her hands balled into fists.

“Don’t call me that. Only Shi can call us that.”

You stared at her tantrum, unimpressed.

“You disgust me.”

“I’m you.”

“I know.”

She sighed, burying her face into her hands.

“I only wanted to be loved.”

You nodded, expression emotionless.

“And we were an asshole to everyone who tried.”

“You still haven’t forgiven me.”

“And I never will. You hurt Shi.”

She stood up, jaw clenching and venom in her voice.

“We hurt Shi. We hurt everyone! You can’t blame this just on me!”

“I can. I’m better than you.”

She huffed like a child, turning away from you as she crossed her arms.

“And yet, Omi will never love you for anything but your body.”

You smiled sadly, turning on your back to stare at the empty night sky.

“He will not, but we were never good enough for anything better.”

“The key doesn’t fit.” Her voice was teary, “At what point did ‘I need a break’ become ‘I need to break myself’?”

She turned to stare at you as a sob ripped out of her body.

You closed your eyes.

“I don’t know, dove.”

You woke up trembling in Takeomi’s arms.

He held you tighter, still asleep.

The key doesn’t fit.

And he will never love you.

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“Nope! Sorry.” You leaned back, taking a step closer to Kakucho, keeping your peppy, cheerful tone.

“Mind if I light it up off yours?” The man asked, already stepping closer to you, and before he could reach you, Kakucho stepped in between you two, a scowl on his face and a lighter already pulled out.

He glared as the man took a step back, stumbling.

“What’s your problem?” The man gritted out, hands clenched, the cigarette falling out of his mouth.

“Back the fuck off.” Kakucho responded, his voice cold and stern.

“I just wanna talk to the pretty girl.”

“Off.”

“Hey, chill out, I’m not going-“

“I will break your fucking neck.”

“I’m not interested in men who look like they can’t even turn a rice cooker on.” You sneered from behind Kakucho, a pouty scowl on your face.

The man cursed, turning on his heels as he pulled out a matchbox to light the cigarette.

“Asshole.” Kakucho murmured, turning to look at you, and just for a split second, he caught you glaring, jaw clenched, something ugly inside your eyes.

“Hate men.” You muttered, wrapping your arm around yourself as you took one last drag of your cigarette.

“Wanna go inside?” Kakucho raised an eyebrow, and you shook your head, leaning off against the wall to dust your dress off as you allowed the cigarette butt to fall to the ground.

“You probably deal with that sort of bullshit a lot.” Kakucho says, sympathetically, awkwardly reaching out to pat your shoulder.

“Boys will be boys.” You rolled your eyes, stomping on the cigarette.

Kakucho shrugged, opening his mouth to say something before you interrupted him.

“Omi!” You smiled, brightly, taking a few steps to cling onto Takeomi, burying your face in his chest before looking up at him, a soft smile on your face, “Missed you.”

Takeomi patted your head, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. You bullied Kakucho yet?”

You shook your head, pouting.

“I’m not a bully! You’re mean.”

“She’s nice to talk to.” Kakucho noted, politely excusing himself to avoid Takeomi’s glare.

“You’re intolerable.” Now alone, Takeomi turned his glare at you, and unamused, he watched the pout on your face form into a smirk.

“You hurt my feelings.” Pulling him down, you placed a hungry kiss on his lips, pulling away before he could as much as place his hands on your waist.

“I don’t think they like you very much.” He noted, allowing you to grab onto his arm.

“Who cares?” You rolled your eyes, amused, “Dumb bitch they want, dumb bitch they’ll get. I’m here for your entertainment only anyway, aren’t I?”

Takeomi’s heart fluttered.

“You told Sanzu he doesn’t know how to roll?”

“Have you seen the bullshit he calls blunts? I could roll better than him drunk and blindfolded.”

“Didn’t know you did drugs.”

“I’m in law school Omi, that’s the only way to keep one’s sanity. You know how close I am to peeling my corneas off every time I have to study Roman Law?”

Takeomi shrugged, opening the doors to the hall.

“Fair enough.”

“There is my brother and his pet.” Sanzu grinned, lazily looking up at the two of you from his chair, Rindou sitting next to him, seemingly bored out of his fucking mind.

“It was no issue teaching you to roll!” You smiled, tilting your head as you effortlessly feigned a dreamy face, “If you need help with making lines, you can ask me too!”

Sanzu’s eye twitched.

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a/n: happy 2022 guys! i wish you all the best, you got this, this is either your villain origin story year or main character year and tbH DO BOTH BE A MENECE CONFUSE DON’T ABUSE

☰ HARUCHIYO SANZU ,

— he's a very coarse sugar daddy, reckless and not even shameful about it. you don't truly know how he gets his money to spoil you so much–or even if it's his own money. but either or, sanzu is mean when flaunting his money at you–crude to say the least. if he gives you money he expects some blowjobs soon, if not, he stops spoiling you. it's always on his time, but when it is, he's so much fun!–crazy, but he always makes you laugh at his crazed stupidity.

the rough skin on skin echoing in the dim room rattles at your core, listening to the sloppy mess of your sopping pussy milking his cock at each heavy and breathless bounce.

“sanzu!” his name drags out with an empty moan from your lips, almost pitching to the ears–not only you're trying to fuck him, but his eager hips keep rolling against yours; too antsy to wait for you to drop back down–already jutting his hips up every time your sopping folds are teasing at his blushing tip.

“fuck me right.” sanzu hisses with cruel hands bruising at your sides, forcing your rhythm to be faster than what it already is. he's so impatient.

“don't be so mean! you're too big to ride like this and that quick.” you pant with heavy breaths, naked chest heaving with pearls of sweat.

“fine, fine. but is there any way an offer can motivate you to keep up baby?” his cock throbs as you settle against him, feeling the heavy pulse twitch deep inside of your weeping gummy walls.

your head tilts with wide eyes.

“well, now that you ask! i promise i will never ever complain and i promise i’ll keep up as long as you buy me a pretty red car!” you spring up, eager hands slapping hard against his chest.

regrets foil at his brain. he wishes he can watch his words around you more carefully knowing how dimwitted you can truly be..

“fuck it. sure baby, but keep that promise or i’ll get it towed.”

☰ KUROKAWA IZANA ,

— he was a bit hesitant at first, but the little sparkle in your eyes made this crazed man give in soon enough. izana is a little more ‘lowkey’ about being a sugar daddy–he just never thought he'd get so lonely that he'd need a little stupid slut to keep him company.. he's more spontaneous about fucking you more than the thought of spoiling you with his money, yet seeing you get all excited about the pretty pink dresses in the stores fills something missing in his heart.

you were always so used to those wide and docile eyes of his keeping still, almost not even blinking–deathly just starting into yours, but now, those pretty hues are behind heavy lids.

izana can barely keep his eyes open, just the smallest of peaks you can catch glimpse of them through his lashes. his mouth is even wider–used to him not talking much but it hinges slightly open with breathy groans feathering out soon as you sink yourself down to the base of his cock.

“fuck, you ride so fuckin’ good.” izana’s head cranes back with pretty frilled white hair following along.

“i can also ride a bugatti just as good!” you perk up, catching the symmetry in his face to shift at the sudden outburst. his eyes twitch open, and his mouth closes, confusion settling in his features.

“i mean, if you get me one i can prove it!” your hips grind against his lap unintentionally creaming his cock with your slippery mess. and the question ringing at his ears buzzes off, just the thought of you milking him ached at izana.

“sure, sure. we'll get one tomorrow, but i just want you riding me right now.”

☰ KAKUCHO ,

— he's so sweet. he may look like a big scary man, but he's such a lover–he's always so adamant about setting up schedules for a new pedicure or some new lashes for you, more than you are, even sending you money when you two aren't together. he likes to take care of you, to say the least. he even enjoys spending more quiet time and sharing dinner together at late-night restaurants, the kinds that treat you to the fullest. he's more of a gentleman than the common sugar daddy, he respects you, and the hustle.

he seems the type to enjoy being the only one in charge, but the blurbs of groans spewing from between his lips like a drunk says otherwise..

kakucho was too focused on your sweet pussy gushing around his throbbing cock, too focused on the puddled mess of cum dribbling out your little cunt as you prop yourself up and down his hefty cock.

in such euphoria, you riding him like this eases him, feeling your tight pussy sucking in his pretty length every time you sink down on him really just relieves all that tension from work.

“perfect, so perfect.” kakucho groans with a lolling head and long hair curtaining his beating flushed face.

“perfect enough to get a new and pretty car!? like a pretty bright mercedes!” your sudden and quick movements made his stomach churn and heavy balls to tighten up.

he almost even flinches, “a what?”

“a pretty bright mercedes!” you repeat with wide eyes that hint with a sparkle and he looks confused but it lures him in.

“of course baby, you are perfect enough to get a new mercedes.”

☰ WAKASA IMAUSHI ,

— wakasa is not the best. he looses track when he should even pay or spoil you–but never when you should get on your pretty ‘lil knees for him. he's also lazy at times, not too keen on going out much–morr of a homebody, but he’ll let you roam around with his card in hand once in a while.

wakasa only truly enjoys you riding him, those droopy and lazy eyes speak for themselves. he's too busy all of the time, and now he just wants someone doing work for him..

with hooded eyes, he lazily counts heavy money in his hands as you slide yourself up and down the fat of his cock breathlessly. riding him like this eases him, feeling your tight pussy sucking in his pretty length every time you sink down on him really just relieves all that tension built up in him.

you can feel your knees almost buckle, shakily trying to lift yourself back up. and with a heavy sigh, you bottom out–clammy hands tremor at his sides and numbing thighs are sticky with sweat.

“hey, you can stop when i cum, remember the rules?” wakasa doesn't even bat an eye up at you, only focused on splitting and staking the money across his bare stomach.

you huff and pinch your fingers together, “well, i’ll just take this since this is going on longer than usual.” taking a wallop of money into your hands, and wakasa finally peers up at you.

“it wouldn't be if you were fucking me right, and what do you think your gonna do with that?” he eyes you with a jutting cock throbbing deep in your cunt.

“buy myself a car, something you should've been got me.”

☰ TAKEOMI AKASHI ,

— akashi is more caring than you'd think someone like him would be. he's easy on you, almost fatherly; making sure your alright when you two aren't together, sending you money for ‘lunch’, and pressing other guys to fuck off. he's protective, to say the least, he doesn't mean to be, he just wants to spoil you since he does get lonely with no family around to spend time with instead, and an older man like him struggles to get on normal dates with women his age.

the toxic stick rolling in akashi’s mouth puffs out smoke in sync with the guttural groan he hisses, feeling your new nails bite deeper into his broad shoulders as you try to take in his heavy cock with each determined roll of your aching hips.

“fuck, feels so fuckin’ good.” akashi’s messy hair is tangled up in his face but you don't mind, he looks so pretty like this.

“‘n good girls deserve it all.” he blurbs out with needy hands clinging to your sides, thumbs soothing at the soft skin.

with tricky and unattended words like that, your fuzzy brain goes a mile a minute, thinking of all the things you can get, new lashes and nails, shoes, clothes..

“i want a car then.” your tone is almost serious, your rhythm even settling against his pelvis to make this bold statement–his pretty cock fully delved into you as you do.

akashi’s cigarette almost fell out his mouth.

“a car? right now?” his brows furrow in with a deep crease, trying hard to not explain what he actually meant.

“duh! you can like order them online or somthin’!”

☰ SEISHU INUPI ,

— he's a doll. such a gentleman. he respects everything you do. he respects that you're doing what you enjoy, being spoiled and fucked. and yes, he may not be much of a talker but he enjoys giving the best for you; he's always more than willing to give you what you want and what you need than sex. don't get him wrong, he loves your pretty little pussy so much but again, he also enjoys spending time together almost as if you two are an actual couple.

his cock is thick, a bit intimidating as it barrels deep into your little cunt each time you roll your hips harder against his pelvis. even a milky translucent ring of sticky cream rings around the pulsing fat of his base.

and trying hard not to make much noise in his office as curious customers scan through shiny cars in his shared shop feels almost dangerous. a dangerous game of keep quiet.

his chair is smooth enough to keep an easy balance as you clash your hips together; pretty pussy sucking in his cock each shift. only panting, soft moans, and mutters spew out your mouth, and you try hard to muffle them into the soft hairs at the nape of his neck, even biting down at the pulse.

until your heavy eyes catches a glimpse through the shaded curtain, and all thoughts scatter in the matter of seconds.

“inupi! that! i want that car.” your practically yelling and trying to open the curtains, almost exposing both of your sweating, naked bodies sticking together, but his hands are faster, catching yours and trying hard to get you to lean back–the blushing crown of his cock almost even poped out as you leaned over to take a better and eager look at the new bright and blue lamborghini.

“y/n!? about twenty people are walking around in there, you can't just do that–”

“i don't care, i want that car.” you pout, and settle back onto him, the quick fill jolted at you, but you're quick to cross your arms against your naked chest.

“alright, fine. i’ll tell draken to put it to the side..”

☰ HAJIME KOKONOI ,

— the worst. koko is annoyingly cocky about his money and treats you like an actual slut. he looks down at anyone who has less than him–and poking at the thought of sharing his stolen success with someone like you makes him want to chuckle in your face.. but giving and receiving isn't too bad–as long as you're giving him more than what your getting, you have to work for it just how he did at one point.. once you do, he treats you like a little cum princess, even letting you run around with his card for a few hours.

your knees keep buckling. you're not so used to riding koko and his big cock–especially backwards with feet pressing hard into the silky satin sheets and aching thighs trying to bounce yourself against him. but the feel of cold hard cash sliding against the soft fat of your ass takes your mind far.

and with each heavy bounce, koko slides in more money, letting it run down your sides and pool around the bed, almost mimicking the feel of romantic rose petals.

“all this money, ‘n it's all yours. so spoiled.” koko hisses out a deep groan at the hard press of your ass. and that cocky remark lit something in you, ringing in those little thoughts to quickly pile in.

“could by a new car with all this—”

“i was just about to ask!” you ask all perky and you don't stop your quick rhythm against him; sopping cunt still sucking in his heavy, beating cock at each drag you roll against him with.

koko almost chuckles at the cheerful pitch in your voice and the determination to please him, “hm? well, as long as you can ride me just as good in there, then of course i’ll get you one.” he sleazily slips in more money between your thighs.

such a shy and awkward boy honestly

kazutora’s comfortable with baji because they’re best friends! baji was kazutora’s real friend, of course he’d do anything to repay him.

but around you? he just didn’t know what to say or how to act other than being painfully awkward

the way you both met was very casual

one day kazutora rushed to your apartment to show off to baji the tiger tattoo he got on his neck and he wanted baji to be the first one to see

instead you were the first one to see

when you opened the door, he had a big but hesitant smile on his face because he was nervous baji would think it was too much dedication to his name

(tora means tiger AND kazutora loves tigers if it wasn’t obvious enough)

but when he saw an unfamiliar face in front of him he couldn’t help but feel disappointed and confused

“oh you’re kazutora aren’t you? sorry let me go wake keisuke up,” you say while yawning and walking to your sleeping brother’s room

you ended up throwing your brother out of his room and slamming him on the floor because he is unfortunately a heavy sleeper

baji’s reaction to the tattoo was so over exaggerating you wanted to slap him back to sleep because you were starting to get tired

kazutora sat back and watched your disgusted facial expression and laughed to himself a bit

“hey what’re you laughin’ at?” baji says as he looks back at his sister and back at his best friend

“oh no no it’s nothing!”

baji went back to his room to sleep and you had to tuck him in

although you and baji were the same age and he claims to be your big brother, it’s almost like YOU have to take care of him half the time but you don’t mind

you led kazutora out the door after tucking baji in and thanked him for being friends with him despite being loud and eccentric which was the opposite of kazutora

“no no i should be really thanking him honestly. he saved me and i’m glad,” he reassured

“hah! sorry you have to deal with him all the time,” you say jokingly

“oh and by the way, nice tattoo. see ya!” you say closing the door

it took a while for you and him to be considered as just friends. good thing he put worked very hard to get to where he was!

baji noticed that kazutora’s been trying to get closer to you and there was only one reason he was acting like this— he definitely likes her, he thought

and baji being baji.. he confronted kazutora about this. it was super casual AND out of nowhere too!

it was just a normal day of hanging out with toman. they were on their way to a place they’ve never been to before so they had to ride their motorcycles. kazutora was in the front of the group meanwhile baji was in the middle back because a certain someone fell asleep on his back.

as he made his way to the front next to kazutora, he just HAD to say this so everyone can hear. what was worse was that it was completely unintentional.

“ ‘tora. do you like y/n?”

he thought he misheard that. kazutora didn’t even know you well enough for him to like you romantically. still, it caught him off-guard, and was left with an extremely flustered expression.

“huh?! where’d you get that from dumbass?!

“huh? you like y/n-chin, kazutora?” mikey says with a yawn

“with the way he always tries to be around her, i wouldn’t be surprised,” mitsuya joins in

“no i don’t like her like that! i don’t know her well enough— and not to mention, how did you even comprehend that bullshit?!”

“well it was exactly what mitsuya said. the way you act around her is definitely not something a friend would do,” baji replied

the poor dude kept stuttering which made it the situation worse and made him look more SUSPICIOUS

in the end, he didn’t end up convincing them that he didn’t like you— not that he even had hopes he was gonna convince them

facing you after that was definitely something.. by something i mean very, very awkward

you were so confused on why he couldn’t look you in the eye after you had both just started becoming close

you didn’t question him about it ofc and thank god you didn’t or else he would’ve bursted red

baji 100% tries to get you two together but at the same time is also against it because he’s your sister after all