aki clings to the sheets, wheezing when you squeeze his hips; when you whispering to be quiet, — even if denji and power sleep like the dead, they can be surprisingly hearing when it's unnecessary, — he tries to follow your words, exhales through clenched teeth, throwing head back, exposing his ruddy bitten neck — but immediately shuts mouth with a loud gmoan when you push deeper, not letting him get out of a tight grip, whispering something about silence or tightness or about how hot he is, squeezing you so hard as if he doesn't want to let go, he doesn't understand anything anymore, ecstatically listening to how you breathe and how power and denji snore in another room, knowing that any sound can make them wake up and wonder what is happening,

and he's definitely not ready to explain why you fuck him like an animal, making him moan with delight into your palm when start pushing even rougher and harder, letting him try to cling to you and the sheets while his mind is swimming; whining from another orgasm only to find yourself pressed even more tightly to the bed while you reach your own, incoherently caressing him, whispering what a good boy he is and how close you are, stimulating him even more until bury his nose in the wet pillow, drowning out loud-painfully enthusiastic moans when he is not even able to cum anymore, burying your nose into his wet warm neck while you fill his hot pliable body.

when aki groans hoarsely while you grab his shoulders, helping him to take a more comfortable position, gently removing the clumped strands of hair, kissing his blissful face before turning him on side, putting your hand on his sticky wet thigh; and the way you gently take his hand, lovingly stroking, before you start fucking him again, ignoring what a mess he is already, drooling and hiding his head in a pillow from pleasant fatigue while you whisper all sorts of nonsense to him, drives him crazy.

however, he is the only one who should invent an explanation or snap back the next morning, although you are, in fact, to blame for his disheveled appearance — but you clearly ignore and shrug shoulders, more than eloquently declaring yourself not only "innocent", but even not involved in his strange walking around the house. no, you don't know why aki moves so strangely, why they can find red and blue marks on his body here and there, and what his appearance and hoarse voice are connected with; you, in general, don't even guess, although you assume that he is just tired. he works hard enough, right up until late at night, experiencing so much stress, so he deserves a break, right?

maybe leaving that thought up in the air wasn't the best idea, but when you manage to get rid of power and denji for a while by putting them out the door with errands, you certainly take care of poor aki, letting down his hair, kissing his neck while he's busy cooking, stroking his thigh and agreeing when he complains that it should be your problem — but interrupted when you get your hand under the apron, gently stroking his soft belly, making him shudder and lean his hands on the kitchen nightstand, while slowly exposing him, whispering that you, of course, are ready to take responsibility and take care of him, and that you should hurry up if he don't want to show power and denji why he is so feels like this morning in every detail.

you are even caring enough to let him continue cooking while you fuck him, trying not to be too fast or rude while he takes care of the soup, kissing and praising him for how economic and responsible he is, coping so well with household chores and you, being always ready so that you can take advantage of him; but when you fleetingly purr about what a good mommy would come out of him, so caring and hardworking, always ready to serve his spouse and be bred until he gets pregnant with your baby, even if at any moment you may be caught off guard, he squeezes you so tightly, digging his fingers into the kitchen nightstand, unconsciously looking at his stomach, feeling your gentle stroking.

of course, what you said was not completely untrue, — he definitely works very hard and is nervous, getting too much stress, so you only take care of him, making him cum, whining when you tell him to relax, stopping thinking about too many and serious things besides what he has to cook and do the laundry while you breed him, definitely this time putting your baby in his stomach — unable to say no when he's such a slobbering mess, unable even to refuse you when you pull him from the stove to the table, stuffing him to the brim while he cums again, moaning in a voice broken from last night.

... in the end, you have to come up with an excuse when you see him trembling in your arms, knowing that aki will not wake up by the time power and denji return.

The way he’s leaning against the counter, shifting his weight as he listens intently over the phone, he’s a sight to see. His hair, normally tied up tightly on the top of his head, is unusually loose today. It is Saturday after all, so he’s dressed casually. Pieces of his soft, jet-black hair fall against his neck, tangled with each other. His bangs keep brushing in his eyes, and he tries to pull them behind his ear with his free hand.

Feeling elated at how perfect he is, you're reminded of how he belongs to you. And you want him to feel good.

The pads of your feet are nearly silent as you creep into the kitchen. Once you’re directly behind him, his lean back slightly arched as he’s tapping his fingers on the counter, you rest your hands on his shoulders. He doesn’t turn around, the tension in his body softens from your touch. You both are the only ones home that day, so he isn’t startled by you.

You rest your forehead on his back, letting your hands slide down his biceps, gently. He loves your little touches; nuzzling your face into him randomly.

His lips curve upwards as he nods, “Yes, I heard you. This coming week we can plan how we’d like to approach the upcoming mission..”

Aki continues his conversation, letting you grope his toned biceps. He tries not to smile too much while you feel him up, but you're so cute when you can't keep your hands off of him. If anyone else had come into the kitchen and interrupted him, there’d be hell to pay.

You inhale him, grazing your lips across the old t-shirt he’s wearing. It’s been worn so many times, the fabric is thinning in certain areas. You’ve worn it before too. Aki’s gotten a little mad before because you keep stealing it from him, and it ends up in your drawers instead of his.

As much as you like wearing it, you love when he’s wearing it. The way it drapes over his shoulders, the collar beginning to stretch over time, revealing his collarbones… the dip in his neck. You like watching him do mundane things around the house when he’s wearing the shirt; how it falls open when he bends over while vacuuming, revealing a clear view of his lean chest.

It’s insane how he doesn’t understand how sexy he is. How fucking beautiful he is.

You drag your hands up his back, fingertips massaging his stiff muscles. Aki likes when you scratch his back; he drops his head lightly while he continues humming affirmations over the phone. He relaxes more as you dig your fingers into the space between his shoulder blades.

Your excitement begins to swell at the thought of how you can make him feel good like this, how he surrenders almost always to your touch. Slowly, your hands trail over his abdomen, fisting the old shirt up in your palms to reveal his tummy. Aki huffs through his nose, your warm hands surprising him. He tries to turn his head to face you, but you shrink away, hiding behind him playfully.

“uh–no, we’ll have to get that information from…,” he stammers, still trying to have a coherent conversation with the recruit.

Pressing your mouth against his back, you chuckle. He acts like he doesn't want you playing with him like this; he could easily overtake you with one arm and push you out of the room. But he turns forward, trying to divert his attention back to the phone.

Aki sighs unintentionally, making the recruit think he’s irritated with him, which is partially true. But the poor guy has no idea that you're dragging your fingertips across the waistline of his jeans. His happy trail is soft, gets fuller as it leads from his belly button, and disappears under his boxers. You drag your fingers along the trail, twisting the hairs lightly between your fingers.

Aki’s abdomen flexes when you do this, and he pushes the end of the phone past his chin to look down. He can see the bulge appearing beneath his jeans, becoming harder against his thigh while you continue toying with his waist.

A melodic giggle escapes your mouth when he reaches back to grab you abruptly. His big hand grasps your waist, fingers digging into your side; he can’t decide if he should push you away or keep you right where you are.

Smiling mischievously, you bury your face into him more. You snake your hand lower to his growing bulge and give it a quick squeeze. His mouth drops open, watching your pretty hand rub him. It's been a few moments too long since he’s spoken to the recruit, and you can hear a faint voice still yapping away.

With his arm still wrapped around you from behind, you fiddle with the button of his jeans popping it open and proceed to unzip him.

Aki exhales quickly, “Huh– well, why don't we discuss the details of it on Monday…w-we could meet in the lobby…” he’s stammering now.

His cock is rock hard now, and you struggle to pull it out of his boxers, trying to be gentle so as not to hurt him, but your lustful urges are getting impatient. He feels so warm and heavy in your hand, with perfect girth. Once he plops out, you give him a few lazy strokes before letting go, his dick resting against the kitchen counter. Aki’s arm falls away from your waist and he tries turning around to face you again, his lustful culprit.

Stepping back, you mouth to him, “Hang-up-the-phone.”

Wide-eyed, he clears his throat, “Ahem–I apologize but I’ll need to call you back in a few minutes. Yes, yes, that's fine, I have your number. Yes–goodbye.” He quickly hangs the phone on the receiver with a ‘click’ and turns back to you.

“Are you trying to get me fired, missy?”

You coyly take a step back from him and in turn, he steps forward. His cock is still sticking out the top of his jeans, prominent and hard. Aching. All because of you.

All you can do is smile at him, teasingly, your grin infectious, “No, of course not. I just thought I could help you,” you dart your eyes between his legs.

He gives you a dubious look, lifting his chin, “Oh, yeah? You thought this would help me?” he holds his cock with one hand, firmly. Seeing him hold it, how his fingers wrap so elegantly along his length makes your pussy ache.

The throb is too much, and you have to rub yourself. Biting your lip, your hand slides over your shorts and you press firmly into your swollen lips, feeling the wetness seeping through the cloth.

Seeing you grope yourself, so needy, makes him twitch in his hand. So he leans back against the counter and proceeds to pull his jeans down to his thighs; toned, and covered in soft downy hair. They lead up to his groin; get darker and fuller over his pelvis, with his balls nestled sweetly in his bush. They’re full and heavy, the kind that makes you want to bury your face in them.

Breathily, he sighs, “c’mere, baby,”

You rush to him, letting your hands snake under his old shirt before your mouths crash together. The eagerness of your kisses makes him chuckle against your mouth. Aki holds your face firmly with both hands. Kissing him makes you feel like you’re on fire; a delicious fire that you welcome.

The heat emanating from your core spreads into your abdomen, then into your heaving chest as he sucks on your tongue. You can feel his cock pressed against your tummy, so warm and firm. And wet.

“I want you right now, please,” your moans are needy and shameless.

“What do you want, baby?” He manages to slur between sloppily kissing you, pulling you closer into him. Aki knows what you want…he just needs to hear you say it. He fists his hands in your hair, knuckles protruding out of the thick mass, and whispers “Tell me what you want,”

Gasping at the sudden grip he has, your voice half-chokes, “I… I want you inside me, I want you closer to me…”

Aki nuzzles his nose to yours, adoring the sound of your voice.

“Yeah? And how do you want me inside you…how should I do it?”

He pulls your head to the side and gives your neck soft, slow kisses. Your low whimpers are uncontrollable, the juxtaposed sensation of his sweet kisses in contrast to the sting you feel from your scalp.

“…from behind,” you choke, “—I want you t’fuck me from behind.”

Your words ignite inside him, and he loosens the grip on your hair, leaving kisses across your soft face, across your lips, adoring you. You feel so helplessly lost in the anticipation of what’s next, kissing him back as he pushes you to the counter. Breaking away from your mouth, he flips you around, pushing you flatly to the surface.

Aki lifts his shirt up over his head in one swoop, dropping it near your face. His body is chiseled, defined by lean muscles, the veins in his forearms seeming more prominent than normal. He pulls your shorts down, the plush of your ass enticing him to kiss the curves as he pulls them from your feet. Feeling feverish from your taste, he licks a quick strip up your pussy lips, between your cheeks, making your legs quiver.

He grabs your ass and pulls you apart, wasting no time, lapping at your folds. As many times as he's eaten you out from behind, it still feels so vulnerable. The apples of your cheeks get hot, a hint of embarrassment mixed with ungodly pleasure from his wet tongue.

“You make me crazy, you know that?” he slurs between his sloppy licks.

Your mind wanders for a split second, reminded of how you're both alone today and how thankful you are that the roommates won't be back for a while. They'd never recover if they walked through that front door and witnessed this obscene position: you naked from the waist down, belly first, sprawled over the kitchen countertop, with Aki on his knees, nose buried in your ass, pants still snug around his naked thighs.

The phone rings. He pulls away quickly, face shining with your juices, and remembers how he needs to call the guy back. It’s been much longer than a few minutes at this point. He utters a low “shit” and stands up behind you, his jeans starting to sag to his ankles.

Pushing back on him, your ass jiggling on his length, you tell him “Better hurry up,”

Without another word, Aki grabs your hips, positioning himself, sliding his swollen head through your folds, until he’s able to sink in effortlessly. Once he’s inside, his pace is relentless. Your whole body bounces on the countertop; your ass and thighs rippling with each thrust of his hips.

Lewd sounds of his hips smacking your ass fill the kitchen. You know when he’s getting close because his rhythm gets sloppy; switching between clean, hard thrust to grinding upward, lifting your feet off the tiles. He fucks you so well. Especially when he’s in a rush.

The phone stops after the fifth ring. He’s still grinding into you, desperate to finish. Looking back at him, you see he’s flushed, eyes fixated on where you’re connected. The angle of his thrust starts hitting the right spot inside you, and your legs go slack. Relaxing, you lean on the counter, and concentrate on the feeling of him pounding your g-spot.

“oooh— you’re gonna make me cum,”

Even in his rushed state, he still wants you to finish first. He knows having you gush all over him will make his climax feel better than anything. Aki continues grinding upward, hitting your spongy spot. The sound of your voice mixed with the visual of you struggling to keep yourself grounded, hands searching for something to grip is getting him closer.

It happens when you least expect it; your walls fluttering around his length, your hot essences drenching the both of you. Aki groans at the warmth as it drips down your thighs, and it only takes a few more pumps till he’s pulling out, laying his pulsing cock on your ass as it spurts across your back.

AKI : As aki fixes his tie for the work day, he makes his way to the kitchen where you stand preparing his lunch. You don't have to do such a thing. He's told you this many times because he can do it himself if he actually wants to. He doesn't though, because he'd have to make lunch for the two other people he lives with, and buying lunch is easier anyway. But you always insist on doing it whenever he tries coaxing you to stop. You love to. And it's never a problem preparing two extra for denji and power. They're always the first to grab their lunch while your boyfriend holds the last place. Even now, he maintains that spot. "I'm leaving." He tells you, grabbing his lunch while leaning into you to capture your lips for a quick kiss. But you dodge swiftly by placing the dishes you used into the sink.

"Power and denji are outside waiting for you. Have a nice day." Aki is taken aback by your speed. You were just here, and now you're there. "Yeah, you have a good day too, okay?" He leans in yet again, but you step back. "Yeah, I will." And you flash him a smile which meets your eyes. "Okay. I'll give you a kiss first, then I'll go." Yet again, he dips his head to kiss you, and you back away. He stares at you, baffled. What were you doing? He brushed his teeth. You're talking to him, so he didn't do anything to get mad, and you also brushed your teeth, so what was the problem? As he's thinking of a logical answer, you turn away from him while an almost inaudible chuckle comes from you, and he now knows this is one of your games. Aki lightly grabs you by the waist and pulls your back to his chest.

"You and your stupid games." He tells you with a small smile before turning you and connecting your lips. You try pulling away, and your lips do part, but the hold on your waist doesn't budge. Instead, he places a kiss on your right cheek, then your left, followed by your nose, chin, and finally, forehead. "I love you." He declares with a sly smirk. Your eyes can't help but roll. He never lets you finish your pranks, he figures out what you're doing before you can tell him yourself, but still, when he ruins your pranks, you get this aki. Cocky, sly, playful and even everyday aki who's quick at being tired of someone's antics. "I love you too." You echo, and he places one more kiss on your lips, lingering there for a prolonged time. When he parts from you reluctantly, it leaves tingles in its wake.

DENJI : "Did I do something to get you mad?" Denji asks you tiredly as he trudges from the bedroom to the living room couch, where you lay comfortably. "No," You admit. "Why? Do you think you did something to get me mad?" He shrugs haphazardly and sits painfully close to you. His body almost but not yet lay atop your own. "You weren't in bed with me." He elaborates, and you smile at his cuteness. "I don't have to be in bed with you all the time when I wake up." He huffs at that. What were you even saying? Do you understand how lost he was to not see you next to him doing whatever you do to pass the time while he slept? It was heart-stopping. Maybe he was being dramatic in your eyes—and the eyes of most—but to him, it's not being dramatic if his heart did, in fact, stop when he woke up to your side of the bed empty. You were always by his side when he woke up. Naturally, a few scenarios came to mind which caused him to worry: maybe you left him, or a devil attack happened while he slept.

"But it's better if you did." He argues. You're confident he won't relent on the matter, so you wager, "Tell me what I can do for you to forgive me?" It takes him a minute to think of something, then he lifts his head to look at you, his eyes not yet rid of the slumber from the night before. "Kisses." He states, and you shrug. "Easy enough." He leans into you with his eyes closed, expecting you to do the same, but the kiss seems to be . . . lost, perhaps? What are you waiting for? Did you hear him? Were you even looking at him? He opens one eye to peek at you, and he gasps dramatically. You weren't looking at anything. Your eyes are closed, your head is reclined back, and your face holds an expression of disgust. He quirks a brow at that. What's wrong? Does his breath stink? Probably, he hasn't brushed his teeth, favouring to search for you as soon as possible.

"I'll be right back." He tells you and rises off your body. You open your eyes quickly to grab his arm. "Where are you going?" "To brush my teeth. Isn't that why you don't want to kiss me and why you were making that face?" The obnoxious laugh that fell past your lips couldn't be helped. "Why are you laughing? Was I wrong?" He asks as he's taken back yet again within mere minutes. "Your breath does smell, but that's not why I didn't kiss you. I was trying to prank you." You confess, and he flops onto you, making you let out a pained huff. "You always pull pranks on me." He pouts at your face, and you squish his check together. "I'm sorry. Kiss?" He nods and closes his eyes, awaiting your lips to collide with his and again, they don't. He hears your giggles before he has the chance to question you. "I don't want a kiss anymore." He declares, his voice sorrowful as he holds onto your body tighter despite being mad at you. 

MAKIMA : You can admit you probably shouldn't do such a prank on your girlfriend for more than one reason. 1. You don't think she will understand the concept of your little game right away, and 2. you're not entirely sure how she will react. But the exciting ball rumbling in your chest will you to do so anyway. The scene is set in motion when she returns with your favourite drink in hand from the local tea shop near your apartment. "Here." She places it into your hands, and you thank her. You take a sip. Instantly heat fills your mouth. When you swallow, it warms your insides like a cosy hug. You hum in satisfaction. "Thank you again makima." The smile that stretches across your face is magnetic, as she does so also and leans into you. But your head sinks down, and your lips capture the rim of your cup. Another satisfied hum escapes you. "This is really good." You say.

"You wanna taste it?" You shove the cup into her chest. She dips her head again, hands in her coat pockets, and takes a tiny sip. "It's alright." She comments and places her hand on your lower back, nudging you to walk on. Before you get the chance to take a second step after your first, her head is falling into yours with her lips slightly puckered. "Aren't you thirsty?" You ask, louder and more high-pitched than you intended for it to sound. "You're sure you don't want anything from here?" You can clearly see from her questioning eyes, raised brow and parted lips that formed a small opening that she was taken back by your questions. "I'm fine . . . Did I do something? You can tell me if I did. You know that, right? I'll try to fix it." She steps closer to you. The proximity has your already racing heart skipping beats. "Did someone do something to you?" She looks around.

No one seemed suspicious. Then again, you shouldn't judge a book by only its cover. But she left you out here for a few minutes. Even if someone indeed do something to you, they'd be long gone by now. But maybe she'd be able to find them if you gave her a description of their appearance. You can tell the gears in her always-working brain are taken up a few notches. There aren't many clear signs. To most, there aren't any at all, but her usually collected eyes are slightly frantic as they scan the streets of tokyo. "Nothing happened." You conclude. "I was messing with you." "Messing with me?" Your nod is hesitant. "Yeah." You didn't know what you expected her to do, and giggling certainly wasn't something you anticipated. "Why are you laughing?" "No reason." She tells you. "Let's go home." Though much time has been spent together, makima still remains a mystery to you at times.

YOSHIDA : You knew what would happen if you pulled an act like what you were about to do to your boyfriend. You knew, but that didn't stop you from doing it. "I'm back babe." You hear him announce his arrival from your bed. Unlike any other day where you would rush out to greet him with a warm hug, then gaze at each other with soft eyes filled with all of the love in the world, followed by a delicate kiss, you stay where you are with your back to the door, wrapped in your shared blanket which is extremely comfortable, and continue to scroll through the feed on your socials. "Babe?" He says softly and gently. "I'm home. Are you sleeping?" His footsteps approach the bed, and you feel his eyes on you. And though they aren't, they feel too close for comfort. They were always so intense with love, but they feel like he's trying to pierce into your mind and soul. As if he's trying to read your every move and figure out the reasons behind them.

"Babe?" He calls again and makes his way to your side of the bed where you lay, now getting a proper look at you. Yoshida crouches down at eye level with you. "I got your favourite." A box with the logo you're all too familiar with is placed near your stomach, but you don't budge, which has your boyfriend rubbing the back of his neck, hanging his head low, and a sardonic sigh to leave him. Not because he's nervous—never that—but because he has to put up with your games. "Well, I'm gonna hop in the shower, and if you'd like, you could join me for a movie." He tries to kiss you, but you turn your back to him at the last minute. An amused smirk stretches across his face at that. You try it, you try to get to yoshida, try to get under his skin. You try to irritate and get him angry, but he never does. You try, but his skin is made of iron, and instead of getting him furious or even pouty, you're the one with smoke coming out of your ear, supplying a frown along with it. It's always like that. It's yoshida's thing.

He's very good at it. And it's no difference now as you trudge through the hallway to the living room where your boyfriend lays on his back watching whatever airs on the t.v. "Yoshida?" As if your life is a comedy movie, the t.v replies with yes. You don't miss the slight shake of his body. He found it amusing. Of course, he found it humorous. "Yoshida?" You repeat and crouch in front of him. You brush back the hair falling into his face, but they flop back where they're most comfortable. There wasn't anything to be sorry for in your eyes, regardless, like the other times you pulled meaningless pranks on him, all you needed to say was, "I'm sorry." He looks at you for a moment, then opens his arms, making room for you on the couch. "At least you gave it your best." He tried reassuring you as you climbed onto him. But you retorted with, "It never works though." Your pout quickly deepens at your bad luck. "And it never will, but you can keep trying." Yoshida says, trying to make you feel better, but if anything, it makes you hopeless. 

hope whoever read this enjoyed (^^ )

Zoro - overstimulation, pussy slapping & degrading.

Zoro always forgets his hard cock every time his face is buried in your pussy, he is more busy having you writhing under him when he abuses your clit over, and over, over, until you’re a sobbing mess from overstimulation. He scissors and curls his fingers, stretching your pussy with the girth of his three digits inside your little hole. Spitting out insults every time you’d try to run away from his fingers, “Stop crying,” he slaps your cunt, causing you to jolt beneath his hold.

“You look like a used whore,” zoro grins at the way your pussy flutters at his words. “You like being used like this, eh?” His good eye traversed your features, studying the the fucked out expression you had on from the hours worth of having his fingers stuffed inside you. “You know what to say if you want me to stop,” he coos.

Zoro snorts, a chuckle breaking from the back of his throat when you only buck your hips into his touch. “Slut,” he slaps again, “you act like you don’t want it anymore, yet you lean into my touch every time,” he slaps again. “Just like a whore. My whore,” he snickered, tilting his head down to flick your clit with his tongue. Zoro plunges three thick fingers again, “you’ll take it all and more.”

Sanji - dacryphilia & overstimulation.

Sanji gets dizzy at the sight of your dripping cunt, he almost cums in his pants every time you spread your legs for him to eat you out.

Swirling his tongue the same way when he is enjoying his favorite ice-cream, his lips are wrapped around your clit; kissing it fervently, almost as if he is making out with your pussy. He loved your taste so much, he swears he could get drunk off of it.

He moans with his eyes crossing under his tightly shut lids, wanting to dive his head deeper and deeper into your pussy, maybe even crawl and live inside if he could.

Sanji would rather have his balls ripped off than to ever make you cry, but this, this was different. His heart palpitating and almost bursting when you peer at him through wet lashes, the gloss of your eyes made the blood rush to the tip of his cock. Seeing the way tears flooded your eyes making you more sublime than ever, it inflamed a new type of love for you, he wanted to overstimulate you more until you’re begging him to stop for a break. He wanted to assault his fingers into your pussy until the mattress is drenched with your essence.

Sweat bead coated his forehead as he ground his aching bulge into the mattress, he moans, jaw slacked and tongue lolled out prodding at your clit. He was in heaven, holding your gaze with sapphire lovestruck pupils. “Mh, love,” he slurps at the bursting juices of your nth orgasm, “you taste as divine as ever, I’m sorry but I can’t stop.”

Law - fingering. (he’s so in love)

His fingers always know their way around ypur body, especially your pussy, Law always knows what to do to make you have the best orgasm every single time. Curling his fingers to stimulate the spongy spot, simultaneously flicking his tongue at your clit like a pro. He loves watching the way your back arches and your toes curl, or the way your hips stutter and your thighs shake violently on top his shoulders. He drinks in the image of your blissed face the same way he drinks in your juices that drip to his wandering tongue.

The tip of his long tongue is tracing around your labia teasingly before landing over your hardened nub, sucking and swirling on it while his slender digits are slamming into your pussy with loud squelches.

Law cums untouched when your thighs clench and tighten around his head, only pushing him deeper into your cunt. He inhales sharply before diving again to devour you like his first meal in three days. Enthralling, is what he’s describe how you look when his mouth and fingers are pleasing you. He finds it amusing how you’d never speak out loud of what you want; instead, you always ask with your body.

He can never get his eyes off of you, watching discreetly as your body rolls to match each flick of his tongue, or when you shyly rock your hips a little faster with your doe eyes begging him to give you more. He finds it adorable that he can’t help the dark blush coating his cheeks, and the tip of his slick coated nose.

Kid - voyeurism(being watched), squirting & degrading.

Being laid atop the bed in the captain’s cabin, your chest is heaving for deep gasps to leave you. Your clit throbbed at the abuse it received from his harsh and relentless tongue. Your eyes dip behind your skull, this beast of a man had intense carnal desires radiating off of him already, yet it seemed to be even more intense when his mate was watching him. He thought of it as a little performance, a show that he’s the star of. Kid is a flashy man, he always likes to show off, so of course he will perform extra hard for his friend to enjoy.

“Y’like getting fingered while being watched,” Kid grunts as he thrusts his fingers into you. Your babbles fell on deaf ears, both men were focused on the squelching of you cunt taking all three fingers like the whore you were. “Look at him smiling, I never see him smile this wide at anything,” Kid chuckles darkly, glancing at his first mate who was watching your cunt sucking the captain’s thick digits with greed. Your pussy looked so fucking pretty, especially with the crimson lipstick smeared on your inner thighs; just right near your pussy. It made their cocks twitch under the straining of their pants. The groan breaking from Killer was enough to make your juices squirt into Kid’s face.

“You messy little bitch,” he grouse, flicking your sensitive clit with his fingers. “I never realized how much of a slut you really are,” a huge metallic hand clamps your jaw, holding tightly while his flesh hand prods at the entrance of your hole. “You really squirted on me just because he groaned? You’re such a fucking whore,” a deep chortle ripples from his throat. Kid has to punish you, maybe he’ll give his best friend an extra show.

Crocodile - fingering & implied overstimulation.

Croco-boy prefers having your legs spread in his bed, but he’s not always at the comfort of his home, so it’s become a habit to have your pussy for lunch and dinner at his office. He’s not exactly addicted, but it could seem that way. Maybe it was his own way of showing how much he loves you.

His sand holds your back supportively as he slurps at your pussy like no tomorrow, his head wiggles side-to-side with his tongue pressed flat against your clit. He catches the fluttering of your hole signaling at your nearing orgasm that has him flicking even faster. He groans, closing his eyes before pressing a kiss to your cunt as you gush down the expensive table.

Smirking down at the way your pussy drooled like a gentle cascade. He reaches for a cigar and lights it up, leaving it to rest between his teeth as he gathers your cream on his fingers to stuff it back into you. You cry at the feeling of his ringed fingers dragging against your velvety walls, overwhelmed with pleasure coupled by the cold rings brushing your sensitive walls.

Mihawk - fingering & overstimulation.

He sees it his devoir to make you feel good, even if it meant forgetting about his own needs until you’ve cum at least five times. It’s really not that he doesn’t care about himself, it’s just that he is…obsessed with your pussy. Mihawk’s a lover of expensive high quality wines, your juices taste nothing like his favorite wine, in fact, you taste even fucking better. He’d have your pussy every single time he got the chance, you can never escape his yearning tongue that begs to kiss your entire vulva.

Mihawk’s fingers are plunged deep inside your cunt, it’s the third time you’ve cum, yet he hasn’t paused for a break yet. Smiling subtly at the tears and cries that slipped from you, the lazy buck of your hips every time his digits drag against a certain curve inside you, he groans under his breath. Palming himself with his unoccupied hand as he leans to latch his mouth on your cunt, grasping your thigh and holding your legs apart, preventing you from clasping around him. He liked some space.

The unwavering onslaught on your clit, simultaneously your g-spot, it made you dizzy, so fucking dizzy that you would pass out if it wasn’t for the way his hawk-like eyes were dangerously daring you to close your eyes.

Ran Haitani

✰ Ran Haitani is whipped by your ass

✰ Your ass dominates his thoughts, Time, and energy

✰ That's why your ass is all over his phone lock screen and home screen

✰ Rindou tossed Rans's phone across the room when he had mistaken it for his own after seeing the Lock Screen while Ran laughed “Beautiful ass too much for you little bro? Ran Giggled out as Rindou scoffs

✰ Rans is proud of your ass, He's always taking pictures of it with and without clothes on

✰ He Raises your skirts up daily to a take picture of how those lace panties he brought you fit that ass of yours

✰ His most frequent video of you? The one he was fucking you from behind and that ass of yours was dancing on his dick while he pounded down your pussy, It never fails to make him hard as a rock when he watches it

Ran Haitani was currently in a private booth by himself with what seemed to be his suit Jacket over his lap. What was going on under that suit jacket? He was pumping his dick as his eyes stayed focused on his phone while the video of you taking backshots played

His brother and the Guys were busy doing Lord Knows what, How could he not touch himself?? All he could think about was how your back arched perfectly for him while he fucked your pretty pussy and not to mention that ass!

The thought of your ass alone was enough for him to nearly moan aloud as he picked up the pace fucking his hand “ I'm going to spank the hell out that ass when I get home” he thought to himself

He couldn't stop his stomach from contracting when you turned around with that fucked out expression on your face, Your face was enough to make his dick leak

His hip bucked up against his hand as he began to cum in his suit jacket. Once he rode out his high he noticed he had came in Sanzu's Jacket “Fuck” He said as Grab the Jacket before dialing your Number “When I get Home I want you face down Ass up Love” he groaned out to you , his words alone were enough to make you wet.

Now to get this Jacket Dry cleaned.

Rindou Haitani

✰ How many pictures of your Titties Rindou has? You swear you lost count after twenty

✰ “ Raise your shirt” He commands as he takes a picture of your beautiful tits being captured in the expensive bra he bought you

✰ His home screen changes every day it seems like every time you see it there's a new picture of your tits

✰ Guards his phone with his life, How many times he caught Ran trying to peek over his shoulders is enough to sicken him

✰ Your tits drive him to be a better man, He and his dick worship them

✰ He can't help his mouth starts to salivate and his dick gets hard when he sees your titties looking all perfect on his phone

Rindou is currently in the restroom after a meeting, his back against the wooden wall as he strokes his dick up and down while he holds his dress shirt up with his teeth

He swears he going to bust soon as he stares down at his phone, the video of you riding him while your titties bounce freely making him shiver

His Strokes only became faster as he heard his brother knocking on the door “ Man, What the fuck! What are you doing in there? Other people got to use it too” Ran’s muffled voice couldn't break his concentration as He imagined himself fucking your tits

His legs nearly gave away as he came powerfully over his hand, Rindou made sure to take a picture of his cum and dick before he cleaned up

Sending you the picture with the caption “ Look at what you made me do. I'm going to fuck you good when I get home” As he left the restroom, his brother? None the wiser

Hajime Kokonoi

✰ Hajime's dirty little secret is that his home screen is a picture of you

✰ But ain’t no ordinary picture! It's a picture of you sitting naked on his desk with your legs wide open, a gold necklace with his name on it the only thing to adorn your body

✰ That picture brings back fond memories for him, after it was taken he dicked you down so good on his desk that he thought for sure he was going to impregnate you and break his desk

✰ Somewhere deeper in his phone is a picture of you all fucked out from the same night

✰ His Phone is protected by a password no one can guess, He protects these photos with his life

✰ If you only knew how many times he teased his dick to these images of you

Hajime sits in his office, his pretty dick in one hand and in the other? His phone

The screen illuminates the most filthiest picture of you as he stroke his dick with his expensive hand lotion

His hand teasing his tip when he zooms in on your pretty pussy making him groan so softy

“I`m going to fuck you real good when I get home just you wait and see” these words fell from his lips without much thought as stroked his dick harder. Imagining it was your hands around him

His white hair is a mess as he tosses his head back in pleasure, his dick is throbbing while his hips involuntary buck up into his hand only stopping when he heard a knock on his door before he heard Sanzu's voice “ I got those files you wanted”

‘Shit” He thought to himself as he got prepared to get back to work, his dick straining back in his Louis Vuitton pants as he covered himself with his suit jacket before telling Sanzu to come in

Haruchiyo Sanzu

✰ Haruchiyo has an addiction of taking pictures of your face when he fucking your pussy good, He can't help you look so good all fucked out

✰ He’s smiling like a madman as drills your pussy deep while his phone snaps all the delicious photos of you

✰ His home screen is blessed by the photo of your fucked out face and he can't deny it

✰ He's bold as hell leaving his phone unlocked at Bonten Meetings but who the hell going to fuck with his phone? He`ll chop their hands off toot sweet (Unless it's Mikey)

✰ His prized photo is the one he captured of you while you were having an orgasm, That's the Image he wants to be printed into his eyelids. So perfect.

Haruchiyo's ass was seated on your shared bed as he played with his dick, Gently teasing himself up to cumming while he went through all his photos of you

He moaned when he landed on the photo of you in the middle of an orgasm, his legs tremble as his dick leaked precum while he stroked his dick to the same rhythm he fucked you in that special night

He fucked up into his fist as he imagined you being under him pulling that face “Fuck. So fucking beautiful. I'm going to dick you down so fucking good, you won't be able to walk tomorrow” He groaned to himself as he glance down at your photo as he started cumming

Once he was done sent a picture of his still hard dick to you with the text attach “ I'm cumming deep inside of you when you get home”

Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano

✰ All the Nasty Photos this man has of you his favorites always going to be the ones with your lips around his dick

✰ You look so beautiful with his hands in your hair as he guides you down on his hard dick, those tears in your eyes only add to the beauty of the photo

✰ In fact, to Mikey, you look absolutely delicious on your knees for him so ready to use your mouth to please him

✰ The sweetest treat as you take him to the back of your throat

✰ Your photo is his home screen and whenever he opens his phone he can't help but adores the photo of you sucking him off

✰ His phone is already highly guarded and he has no fear of anyone trying to take a peek, That would be a death wish after all

✰ High value content: the video of him cumming down your throat as you swallow him up

Sitting in the back of his car waiting for Sanzu, Mikey Hand had found his dick as he watched his phone

The video playing was you sucking him off with those soft lips of yours, He strokes his dick along to the rhythm of your head going up and down on his dick

Fucking himself to you as sweat slowly ran down his face “Yeah? Let me fuck that pretty mouth” he said as his strokes became sloppier

His eyes half opened as he kept his focus on pleasing himself, Thankful that his windows are tinted but also wishing he had you here to suck him dry

Only halting when he noticed Sanzu had made an appearance, Tucking himself back in his pants before sending you a text “When I get Home I'm cumming down your throat Sweetness”

(Bonus) Shuji Hanma

✰ Dirty Man's home screen is a picture of your PUSSY all wet before he fucked you to an incoherent mess

✰ Has plenty of pictures of your pussy in pretty panties that he asked you to send to him cause he's a fiend for them

✰ Your pussy always looks so scrumptious to him, he just can't help himself to just one photo

✰ 1,228 photos of you and your kitty exposed to him in different positions

✰ Loves when you take his phone and take more photos of yourself, it's his favorite surprise beside you sitting naked on his lap

✰ No one sees the Photos but him, he Will slap the blood out a fool face with his sin hand

✰ His favorite thing on his phone is a video of his dick entering you before he fuck you nice and silly

Shuji fucking his fist while his eyes studied the video of him fucking you nice and raw

He's a busy man but he found time in his busy schedule to play with his dick as he stared down your pussy

It's your fault anyway that his dick this hard at work as his dick throbs to the thought of him entering your soft warm walls, he even shivered like he was really entering you making him groan

“I'm gonna fuck that pussy till you're nice and sore baby” He groans to himself as his fist fucks himself near the edge

His grip getting more harsh as his breathing comes more haggard, He closed his eyes as he came over his Prada pants making him groan once more

He took a picture of his mess before sending you this text along with it “Come to my office, I'm going to fuck you on the floor baby”

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you’d question it — question what the fuck was happening, if he just wasn’t so fucking hot and making you feel so fucking good.

“that’s it,” he smirks, as you drop your head against his chest, grabbing onto his wrist, desperately trying to close your legs as he effortlessly draws another orgasm out of you. “that’s it ... ya look fuckin’ cute when you’re cumming.”

he laughs when you try to look up at him and scowl, eyes fluttering and rolling back into your head when he uses the hand that’s not busy fucking your pussy to land a slap on your clit. 

you moan again, and he laughs. “see? atta girl, so pretty when you cum. tellin’ me nobody’s ever seen you like this?” 

you dont answer, too busy trying to blink back the wave of dizziness that’s washing over you with the bliss hanma’s giving you, on his fingers alone.

the inked kanji on the back of his hand flashes darkly, sin bobbing up and down between your legs, shiny with your slick, as hanma curls his fingers into your tight, clenching walls and rasps into the shell of your ear, “asked you a question, dollface.”

“nobody,” you gasp, for some reason so nervous yet so turned on, by the demanding, challenging edge to his tone. “nobody, hanma— ah!”

“tch, it’s shuji, sweetheart.” he pinches your clit, laughs when your knees jerk up at the sensation. 

his voice goes a little softer as he continues, thinking you wouldn’t notice the hint of jealousy and longing in his voice with the state you’re in. “gonna keep me just your friend, just your ol’ buddy hanma-kun even after i take you on my bed, fuck you on my fingers ’n make you cum over ’n over again?”

“a—mngh, ’m sorry, shuji,” you whine, too enamoured by how he feels to argue, and his heart jumps at how sweet his name sounds off your tongue. “f—fuck, feels so good!”

“would feel better if i were usin’ my tongue. or if you were on my cock.” he laughs when your expression visibly scrunches up in embarrassment, cooing at you and telling you how cute you are as he grips your waist and turns you around to straddle him, legs shaky with the effect of your previous orgasms. “want me to do it, yeah?”

“mmm,” you answer though you’re not sure what he means, holding onto his shoulders for support. he holds you steady, and slides himself down onto his back onto the mattress, pushing your legs further apart around him and cupping your ass, pulling you forward — and you realize what he’s about to do. “shuji, no, i’ve n—”

you cut yourself off, but hanma picks your sentence up anyway.

“never been eaten out before?” he asks, sounding both unconvinced and pissed off at the same time, and you sit there as he stares up at you, so fucking embarrassed—

“my doll’s been gettin’ treated like shit, huh?” he breathes, gold eyes tracing your figure down. “sweet lil’ thing, i’ll show you how y’should be treated, a’right?”

“mm,” you let out a sound, so shy when his voice goes all sympathetic. it makes your pussy go slick with want, your heart beating faster with anticipation. “mkay.”

hanma doesn’t hold back. he tightens his arms around your hips and waist in an instant, pulling your cunt down on his mouth, nose pressed just over your clit as he inhales deep into you, letting out a needy growl as he opens his mouth and takes you.

your hands scramble to find a hold on the headboard as he rocks you forward, trapping you on your knees with your thighs plush and warm around his face, drinking in your cunt — devouring you like a man starved. “fuck,” he slurs into your heat, muffled and hot. “shit, baby, s’ fuckin—good.”

his tongue grazes your clit, curls around it and sucks, and you cry out, squirming in his arms, one hand leaving the headboard to get down and curl your fingers into his hair and tug, stuttering his name out in a pleading chant. “shuji, shuji, shuji — fuck!”

the moan he lets out when you pull at his black and blonde locks thrums against your cunt, and when he sucks at your clit again, slurping loudly and grunting praise into you, it’s enough to make you cum again. “ah, shuji, cumming, cumming!”

“i know,” he hisses, and when you look down at him, the rise of his cheekbones, his nose and his mouth are soaked with your wetness— and his eyes are blown wide, the gold of them almost lost in the darkness of his want. “i know, baby. i know.”

“please,” you hiccup, tears blurring your vision, hips trembling as you try not to collapse over hanma’s face.

your cunt aches, empty despite the way he shoves his tongue up your fluttering hole, and you dont want another orgasm without it. “fuck! shuji — shuji please, need your cock.”

“mm — what’d you say, dollface?” he grunts, licking at your clit, yanking you back in when you try to lift yourself off him. “cant just get all you want like that. say it right f’me.”

“w-what?” you sob, unsure what he means but so needy to obey, because you just need him to stuff you full and fill you up already.

you dont know if it’s wrong or not, to want your best friend’s dick inside you so badly, but you’ve gone this far, havent you? he’s giving you what you want.

“you g’na do as i say?” he smirks, watching how you nod and keen when he tongues at your abused clit again. “then say ‘i love you, daddy, i only want you ‘n your cock from now on’.”

huh? — it takes a second or two, but the words put clarity in your head, somewhat, when you hear them. 

swallowing back the shaky whine of acceptance bubbling at your throat, you manage to ask instead, “you want me to tell you i love you?”

there’s a small pause, before hanma’s grip on your hips tightens again. 

but this time, he pulls you off.

it urges you back to your position straddling his hips, as he sits back up, leaning on the headboard once more — and though his hard-on brushing hot and heavy through his jeans against your messy cunt is distracting, you pay attention to his expression instead.

hanma stares at you, face wet with your slick and hair messy with your hand tangling through the dyed locks. “so you ... dont?”

it’s a sudden flipside to the multiple orgasms he’d just sent you through, and it disorients you just a little. 

but the look in his amber eyes, black and blonde hair stuck to his forehead and framing his face, the warmth in your heart as you contemplate an answer — and the desperate ache in your empty cunt, it all convinces you to say you do.

“i do.”

there’s yet another damned pause, as you sit on hanma’s lap, naked and with his dick hard under your ass, your palms flat against his bare chest — if someone’d told you before that a dumb game of truth or dare after class would lead you to this situation, you’d laugh.

but — but this is shuji. he’s rough on the exterior, a major tease, a man notorious and famous on the streets; but really? he’s sweet.

he buys you coffee, takes you out shopping, takes you to the salon, pays for your takeout. he always tells you he'll fuck your exes up if they hurt you or make you cry (and they have done so, but you've never allowed him to beat them).

he goes with you to the library, even though he doesn't even care for spending hours on assignments or work. to be fair, he does leave you in there and go out to smoke after only a few minutes, but he always comes back to drop you home.

he's so nice to you, despite himself. and turns out, if you'd just ask, he'd fuck you too.

he’s your best friend. nothing less, nothing more, but you decide it now, trembling from the euphoria he’s giving you. you want more.

it’s possessive and spells desire, how he’d pulled you in here to make up for your ‘stupid shit exes’, telling you he would make you feel good if nobody else has done it before.

it’s all so sudden, but it makes sense. he’s been just your best friend this whole time, but you want more.

“i do love you, shuji.”

hanma lets out a breath, when you repeat it. “really, now?” he mutters. “not just sayin’ that so i’ll give you my cock? dont play with my heart now, doll.” he chuckles, but you can see the sincerity in his eyes.

“i do.” you mumble, shy again under the intensity of his piercing stare. “and i guess ... that’s why it never worked with anyone else. when you were there this whole time.”

“hah,” hanma laughs, steadying his hold on your waist before bringing one hand up to pat your cheek. ”y’ telling me no other asshole could make you cum, ‘cause you were busy wishin’ it was me?”

“no!” you blurt out, but when he grins wider, slides his hand down from your cheek to pinch the soft flesh of your tits, the electric shiver that courses down your spine says otherwise. it would be a lie, to say that you’ve never wanted him. “yeah, m-maybe.”

“fuck,” he hisses at that, eyes going even darker, like the dubious confirmation you’d given him was all he needed, like it was a love shot and a stroke of lust in one — and he yanks the buttons and zipper of his jeans open, tugging the fabric apart and pulling out his straining cock.

it’s big — unsurprising, but still a sight to take in, and you whimper tearfully when he grabs the length in his hand and taps his head to your clit, letting out a breathy chuckle. “biggest cock y’ ever seen, mhm?”

and you’d want to keep from boosting his ego, but the way you stare is answer enough. “n-need you in me, shuji.” you beg, and he just laughs again, rubbing the pearl of precum that swells at his tip across your slit, teasing. “say what i told you to say, then. if y’love me.”

call him daddy? “do i really have to?” you whine, pushing forward and grinding up on his cockhead. it ellicits a rough moan from him, that makes your clit throb when you hear it — but hanma remains adamant.

“you hafta, dollface.” he smiles, showing you teeth. “you’ll do it, if y’ really want me so bad.”

and god, the layers of pleasure he’d drowned you in are too sharp, too overwhelming for you to refuse and stop this right now — you want, need his cock. right now.

fine. “i—i love you, daddy.” you mumble, eyes skirting down because you cant bring yourself to look him in the eyes. “and i-i want only you. only your cock, and only you. i love you.”

and it’s like hanma has been waiting for this moment his whole life.

“shit, baby,” he huffs, pulling your tits flush against his body as he grabs you by the waist and by the back of your neck, dragging you in and meeting your lips with his in a starved kiss — fuck, he hadn’t kissed you until now? 

you realize it, with both a pang and a fluttering in your heart, but the thought is soon knocked out of your head, as he kisses you again, tasting the lingering essence of yourself on his tongue, tasting him, catching the scent of cigarettes and men’s cologne on his mouth and neck as you lean into him, letting him savour you whole. 

“god, i love you.” he groans, as he lines his cock up at your entrance, sliding sin and punishment over to your ass again and sheathing you down on him. “loved you f’so long now, baby. d’you know how i’ve felt? ‘n now y’re fuckin’ telling me all those assholes you dated never made you cum. fuck.”

“mm, sh-shuji!” you cry, and he moans in your ear in reply. “s-slower! please, please—”

“‘m too big for you?” he rasps, voice hoarse with pleasure. god, he’s wanted this forever. your tight, velvet walls clenching around him, wet and hot and your body on him, so pretty and all his.

“cant slow down, sweetheart.” he hisses. “consider this your punishment. for playin’ with my heart like that, for so long.” you’ve got your arms wrapped around hanma’s neck, trying to control the pace at which you sink down on his cock, but he rolls his hips up and pushes all the way into you anyway.

“a—haah! shuji!” your moan is saccharine in his ear, and he swallows back a curse, knowing that it’s not going to be long before he’s cumming, filling you all up.

“say sorry, baby.” he growls, pulling out before shoving back in you again, putting stars into your eyes with the sharp slap of skin against skin, the harsh kiss of his tip against your cervix. “really didn’t think i loved you, even when i was fuckin’ knuckle deep in you? callin’ you my dollface and telling you y’re pretty ‘n driving you around, and sucking on that sweet lil clit?”

you cry out, when he bites at the side of your neck, feeling even more embarrassed, feeling stupid — because god, you were stupid to miss the signs. to think he was just like that. when he only ever was that way with you. “‘m sorry, sorry. please, i’m sorry.”

“hmm,” he lulls, kissing the marks of his teeth that he’d left on you. “cant be mean with you, can i? too fuckin’ sweet for your own good.”

your mouth is on his cheek, lips sliding down his jaw in desperate kisses, needing him more even when he’s right here, when your body’s pressed to his and his lips are on you and his cock is all the way in your cunt. “mmngh,” you try, too dizzy to answer properly.

“now let’s teach ya how it feels to cum on a big, fat cock, yeah, dollface?” he says, starting up a hasty rhythm with his cock, up and down into you as you struggle to stay sitting up on his lap. “poor lil’ doll’s never even done this before?”

“never.” you keen, lost in the way his cock is so long, so thick, reaching all the sweet spots deep in your cunt in one fucking go. “n-never came on a cock before.”

“yeah, i know.” he says, all sympathetic again, and it sends heat rushing to both your face and your core. “g’na beg daddy to let you cum all over his cock?”

“mhm,” you moan, and he smiles, brings you in for another kiss as he speeds up. “then say it, baby. say what y’need to say to have your way.”

“mm, daddy, daddy—” you sob, trying to kiss him back as he hums into your mouth, forgetting your embarrassment at having to call him that, because fuck, it was starting to feel fitting. “please let me cum on your cock, please, please—”

“only if you’ll let me fill this pretty pussy all up.” he stutters, voice turning all raspy as he goes even faster, bouncing you up and down so hard as he nears his high. 

he loves the way you beg. loves the way you call him by that name. so cute, and almost pathetic, for him. it’s a fresh change. one he wants to hold on to. “yeah? you’ll let me do that, baby? let daddy fill your cunt up with his cum?”

“yes,” you gasp, vision going cloudy with both tears and pleasure as you feel the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter all over again. “fuck, anything! anything, daddy, just please.”

“please what?” his laugh is now hoarse, as he looks at your blissed out face from under his lashes, eyes lidded and heavy with lust and pleasure.

the bedsheets under you are soaked, but neither of you can care — you moan again, sucking in a breath and falling into hanma’s chest, tired but so, so desperate to cum again. “please, shuji. please. need to cum on your cock. need you to cum in me.”

and he does. 

hanma watches, vision hazy as his cock slides out of your cunt milky and drooling, and pushes back in — pushes in so deep he hits your cervix again and he cums, leaking hot, white ropes of seed into your tight, wet cunt — and it makes you cum, too.

“fuck, tryna milk me all up, huh?” he heaves as he maintains his pace, gritting his teeth and grabbing your hips when you try to meet the rhythm, pussy fluttering and sucking him in like you’ve needed him as much as he’s needed you. “pretty, pretty lil’ pussy — all mine, yeah?”

“all yours, shuji.” you sob, and he stares as your head tilts up, eyes rolling back in your head as they fall shut, drowning in the pure heaven of cumming while stuffed full of his big, big cock. “a-hnngh, all yours.”

“yeah, that’s right.” he growls, wrapping punishment around your throat, hauling you back in to kiss you, sloppy and open mouthed, as sin slips down between your bodies — pressing into your pulsing clit with his thumb as he continues fucking up into you, pace relaxing slowly. “that’s right. y’re all mine now. forever.”

“flattery won’t save you from sleeping on the couch.”

he’s in his own home, it's his couch and bed. “if i take you to meet them once,” rindou emphasizes the word, “will you be pleased?”

you would, “a little.”

works for him.

rindou groans like the sore loser he is, yet hands you an earbud. “whatever, don’t come cryin’  when you realize they're actually lame."

secretly, he prays you don't like them better than him.

"they're your friends—or gang, i'm guessing—i would never think bad of them."

aren't you just a godsend? rindou breathes a chuckle, pressing play. whatever wrinkles remained on his face washed away when you bobbed your head to his mix. he forgives you for being a pain in his ass.

everything’s fair in love and war; you came and conquered with ease. as implicit as he fights to keep it, rindou's a big softie for you.

you lean over to kiss his temple, maybe you’ll buy that sweater you saw for this special occasion.

just this once, punctuality would be the death of you.

the only street light a couple meters away flickers every two minutes, you’ve got no service, and the run-down warehouse you’re leaning on is the shadiest spot rindou’s asked you to meet at. seriously, what’s his issue?

“little late for someone like you to be out alone, isn’t it?” couldn’t have said it better, voice you've never heard before.

..wait.

with a gulp, you turn to meet whoever was talking to you. it’s not the least comforting when you have to look up to see his face. tall, weird eyebrows, and overall menacing.

for once in your goddamn life, think!

“yeah—i mean, it must suck to be alone in the dead of night.” you laugh nervously, as if to quell the goosebumps rising in your arms. “not me though, nope.”

mochi squints his eyes. you can’t be serious, right? there’s no one else in the entire block. “‘s that so?”

one gulp to hush your anxiety. “yup, my boyfriend’s waiting for me, if i don’t show he’ll come looking,” great, now you’re shaking. 

he’s not gonna buy it. this is the end, death by two hands the size of your head. truly tragic.

“only a shitty boyfriend would leave you all alone like this,” he huffs. it’s true, part of him wants to wait and chew out whoever this man is. 

safe to say, you have to agree. rindou is a dead man as soon as he shows his face, and it won’t be at the hands of this monster of a guy.

blame it on your current hyperfocus on every little thing (something’s gotta make up for your obvious lack of fight or flight) you can’t help but notice he’s wearing all red—is that a gang uniform?

funny how hope goes out as quick as that.

rindou’s uniform is most definitely not red. the fight bound to unleash is already brewing inside your mind, you’re not even sure if rindou can take a hit from this guy. if he ever gets here, only one of these two would walk away. 

you have to act, fast.

“it’s not safe, what’s a thing like you gonna do if—”

he makes the mistake of looking into your eyes. they’re wide, like a deer caught in headlights; innocent.

mochizuki’s second mistake is not noticing the right hook you swing.

the light flickers again, and one of tenjiku’s heavenly kings falls unconscious.

it goes without saying you fucking panic.

“i didn't mean to—shit!” you’re kneeling beside his body, checking for pulse. of course there's still a pulse, there’s no way you could actually kill a guy like that. “i’m so, so sorry.”

he didn’t even try to hurt you. are you the monster here? 

initially, you were worried rindou would be the one to start a fight if he saw you cornered by the guy. never would you have thought the culprit would be none other than yourself.

quickly, your sweater becomes a makeshift pillow—the least you could do for knocking the living daylights out of him. though you do cringe when the brand-new fabric soaks up all the dirt on the ground.

it’s okay, surely once he wakes again you can explain you didn’t mean to hit him. you were aiming for… a fly? a mosquito? those can carry deadly diseases. sure, let’s go with that.

kakucho doesn’t know what he just walked into.

there’s a stranger kneeling beside mochi whispering in a fret to herself, something about the last recorded case of dengue fever in japan. right, he was also unconscious.

soon, you notice him too. particularly his red uniform.

there’s a brief pause in which you just stare at each other.

come to think of it, you’d probably kick the bucket in these clothes, and you wouldn’t mind. dying with these on would be something you can live with—or die, rather? idioms are dumb. point is, you picked a really nice outfit for your supposed date with rindou. 

rindou haitani, who somehow managed to be late enough to miss you picking a fight with another gang member.

the silence is deadly. 

“you’re… his friend, right?” cautiously, you’re the one to break it. “i figured he'd appreciate a pillow to enjoy his nap.”

so why was his cheek painted a raging red? god, that’s a nasty bruise.

kakucho blinks twice. then, he looks around, trying to discern any other lifeform in close vicinity. any possible culprit. anything to explain what the fuck is going on.

“are you alone?” the question is courtesy, he already knows the answer. 

“no.” maybe he didn’t know after all.

he narrows his eyes, and you rush to fix whatever mistake you made. “my boyfriend—and friends, so many friends, are waiting on me. they’ll know if i don’t show up.”

you’re nervous. kakucho steps closer, and you’re quick to jump on your feet. “you’re right, i should probably go—”

“did you do this?”

“do what?”

as if it wasn’t obvious, he waves his arm at his fallen friend. “this.”

it’s been a long night. you’re frustrated, terrified out of your goddamn mind, and you can’t help the panic tears that start to form.

“i’m so sorry!” you bow, trying to hold back from outright sobbing in front of the delinquent. “he—i was alone, and he came around and-and started talking to me and i just, i got scared!”

kakucho blinks, again. 

“i didn’t mean to hurt him, i’m sure he’s a great guy, i was just jumpy, and fuck i didn't mean to cause any trouble.”

tears run down your cheeks, mourning both your sweater as a breeze rolls by and your wasted last moments of youth. great, you’re making it awkward. 

sometimes instincts take over, and kakucho is unsure why he’s shrugging off his tenjiku coat. neither does he have an answer as to why he reached to drape it over your shoulders.

“c’mon, just breathe.”

you do. you take a deep, deep breath, and your problems start to lessen. not actually though, the other gang member is still very much on the ground. however, it's nice not feeling in immediate danger anymore.

kakucho settles down next to mochi, and pats the ground next to him. “sit.”

last thing he tasked you ended up helping, so you decide to listen once more. a respectable distance away from him, you sit.

he’s not sure where to start. there’s so many questions he needs the answer to.

(how did you take out mochi? how did you know the exact warehouse where the higher-ups were meeting tonight?)

but he keeps quiet. 

either way, any explanations coming from you would be interrupted by hiccuping, and he didn’t want to risk any more crying from you.

“am i in trouble?”

the answer should be obvious. kakucho knows you’re aware of the mess you’re in now. still, there must be something missing. “i can count with one hand the people who’ve been able to take mochi out.”

so that’s his name. your gaze lands on him, peacefully resting. it’s a nice name. 

“so i need you to be honest,” kakucho tries his best to speak gently. “did you do this?”

he takes in a sharp breath when you nod.

“...how?”

the strained chuckle that leaves your lips makes his heart skip a beat or two. “i just, y’know, hit him.”

“but, how?” the mere thought is baffling to him.

“i can show you if you want.” you bite back. it’s playful. now you can cross-out befriending a random delinquent from your bucket list.

“never thought i’d see kakucho flirting.” a new voice enters the array. “didn’t know he had it in him.”

white hair flows freely, unfazed by the unresponsive commander beside the two. his presence exudes commands without diction. explain, now.

kakucho’s posture stiffens, and he’s quick to get back on his feet. “i arrived and mochi was knocked out, seemingly by,” he pauses to look at you. “uh, what’s your name?”

you match his movements, standing up and completely ignoring his question. “i’m really sorry about that, i didn’t know he was—”

izana interrupts the meaningless spiel, “your name, what is it?"

shivers crawl up your spine. a phantom would be more merciful with the frighten. so you answer his question.

and just like that, poor mochi is forgotten. "i like your name, it's nice on the ears."

you know better than to grimace at the compliment (was it really?) "i should get going, i don't want to be in your hair any longer."

izana follows your every movement with violet eyes. not a word is uttered, just a plastered, quite unsettling smile on his face as acknowledgment. 

right, your idiot boyfriend. one quick glance at the no signal on your phone serves as a reminder you're stranded.

a jingle brings you back to reality. it's izana, tilting his head. "what's wrong?"

well, you're certain all trains back home stopped doing rounds about half an hour ago, and there’s no way you can catch a ride from either of these two.

(the guy with the scar would probably do it, he seems kind. the urge to squish his cheeks like a grandma would is intense.)

"actually," an awkward laugh makes up for the nerves rattling within. "i.. can't leave, not yet."

his patience is wearing thin, you presume. "is that so?"

from behind you, kakucho shifts. would they even go for a one on two? when you're the one wearing heels?

"i told kakucho—" you glance back to confirm you remembered his name correctly, biting back a smile when he looks surprised. "—i was waiting for my friends and boyfriend, specifically at this exact, dirty warehouse." 

izana doesn't look satisfied. 

"half of that was a lie, it's just my boyfriend i'm supposed to meet." this doesn't seem to be getting any better. 

he's thinking about something.

"i know i shouldn't have lied, but it's basic street smarts! can't blame me for that." 

he steps closer, seemingly having resolved whatever idea was brewing in his head.

you're close to going on another rant on street safety, or maybe going for another swing, but izana makes you stop dead in your tracks. "do you wanna be kakucho's girlfriend?"

smelly thugs was cutting it short, this guy was bizarre as fuck.

kakucho is grateful you don’t have eyes on the back of your head. tenjiku’s number two, overwhelmed with a barrage of embarrassment and murderous tendencies for his one and only king.

(was he that obvious? were his fleeting glances that easy to notice?)

izana on the other hand had only just begun his career as a salesman. “kakucho here is a great guy—the definition of a gentleman and a picture-perfect servant.” 

odd way of selling someone for a boyfriend. you’d have a few pointers and even additions to his pitch, except you literally have a boyfriend, and you’ve told him so.

you check for the hour. maybe you’ll consider his proposal if kakucho isn’t horrid with meeting on time. “go on.”

two heavenly kings have yet to show their faces, another is knocked out, and the last is close to digging himself an early grave.

“so you’ll date kakucho then?”

has he heard a single word you’ve spoken? “i have a boyfriend.”

“it’s a yes or no question, preferably yes or yes.”

it’s better if you ignore the vague implication of a threat behind his statement. “rain check?”

that seems to please him. “i’m izana,” he offers his hand for a handshake. “pleasure doing business with you.”

“cool.” you’re absolutely sure he’s missing a screw in his head, but it’s funny. 

“too late to join the roster?” to absolutely no one’s surprise, it’s a new voice joining this sick joke of a night. you’re amazed at the fact four men have managed to show up unannounced to your date, and none are the one you're actually going out with.

izana turns to meet the new addition, eyebrow raising at the fact it’s only half the duo. 

“he’s finding a spot to park, sent me to check on that one over there.” one hand points to you, the other toys with a dual-colored braid. 

he’s clad in a black uniform—just like rindou’s. everything's even more confusing now, hurray you!

kakucho, who’s more than grateful to leave the past conversation behind, begins to process the situation. “you know ran?”

“ran?” puzzle pieces are slowly coming together. “as in haitani? ran haitani?”

the man himself lets out a low whistle. “sorry man, only been here for at least half a minute and i’m already takin' the spotlight—nothing personal.”

that’s not how you meant it at all. “no-”

“kakucho gave her his jacket.” izana you are not helping. 

“that has nothing to do with this.” kakucho pleads to everything under the sun for his boss to just, shut up. just this once.

“ran, where’s ri-”

“see? already reeling back to me, i think i've got more game than you.” rindou was right, he’s a living headache. 

izana tugs at your blouse. “you already said yes on kakucho, no take backs.”

“that never happened.” kakucho, angel on earth, everyone.

something boils from within. "i have a boyfriend."

“you’re too pretty for him.” he blurts without an ounce of hesitation in his body. it’s amusing how ran said the same thing as rindou—they really are family. still, no. does he even know you're dating his brother? 

the situation is getting out of hand, your patience is being tested, and you just want to go home at this point. 

at this rate you’re sending ran home with half his braids in your fist, izana is getting his arm put in a cast if he utters another word, and kakucho is getting his jacket back and a pat on the head.

there are a few reasons you’re dating rindou haitani. among the perks lies the telepathic bond you two have—whatever you think, rindou is already doing. which is exactly why ran is suddenly getting his braid damn near ripped out by gloved hands.

“wanna say that again?” rindou holds the hair tightly in a fist, he’s fuming. “c'mon, don’t pussy out now.”

the three of you gawk at the scene. kakucho and you in shock, izana in awe. the man of the hour arrived, and everything took a turn for the worse.

the youngest haitani has always followed his older brother like a best friend and inspiration. it’s a relationship based on respect for the other and no one else. sure, they have disagreements, but rindou admires no one more than ran. 

the haitani brothers, joined at the hip by crime and blood, now tearing each other apart in the pettiest of ways.

ran, tallest, oldest, arguably strongest, hisses in pain by the harsh tugging. “why dontcha rip it out while y’re fucking at it? whatever got into you?”

izana pokes a finger into your side for the second time. “you know rindou?”

your eyes are glued on the brothers. ran keeps whining, rindou is professing his undying and very much ongoing love for you. “yeah, we’re dating.”

a pause. a long one at that. 

“...why?” he sounds puzzled.

rindou screams insults at ran and soon drags his hair-stylist through the mud too, for some reason. “what do you mean by that?”

izana blinks at you like the answer is obvious. “is he like, forcing you or something?”

“what?”

kakucho, who’s been silently witnessing the convo fights to stifle his laughter. it’s of no use, not when you’re throwing his jacket back at his face to shush him. it’s a strong throw, sending him backwards a step or two.

izana thinks you’re funny, too. “you are too pretty for him.”

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