Rapturous Rendezvous

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this is my official tumblr fanfic blog, where all of my crazy headcanon and ideas come to fruition. Inspired by fellow writers/moots/friends, I've decided to make this place as an creative outlet. Current fandoms I'm actively writing for and subject to change: -JJK (Geto, Satoru, Nanami, Toji, Choso, Sukuna, Naoya) -Demon Slayer (Kyojuro, Shinjuro, Tengen, Kokushibo, Douma, occasionally other characters) -One Piece (Katakuri, Sir Crocodile) For 'What in Hell is Bad' content, requests, fics: follow -> jazeswhbhaven For 'Touchstarved' and other otome based headcanon, blurbs and fics: follow -> jazessimpcave Discontinued fandom writings: Obey Me (thank you for all the support and love on my prior twt threads and fics from this fandom. i no longer find joy in creating works for this fandom and have moved on, but my prior works are still available here & on my ao3: trissojazjuls)

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With my back still pressed against the door I tore my belt off, freeing myself as I let my cock breathe from being trapped against its clothed prison. I wrapped my large hand around my pulsing shaft, remembering what it felt like to sit down and have a good self-session. 

I didn’t care that this wasn’t my private office anymore, I threw my head against the doors and stroked myself once. The forgotten sensation tingled my skin, my hips instantly thrusting forward as I bit my lip. 

Fuck.   I thought about her, ____. The way she stared at me with stolen glances, how she smelled, the sweet sound of her voice right next to me in that meeting room. 

I wanted to fuck her right there on the table. In front of everyone.  

My thoughts ran wild, my hand pumping my throbbing cock slowly as I tried to pace myself. If I wasn’t careful I’d blow all over the carpet, something I didn’t want to explain later. 

If only she were here…I’d have her pretty lips suck me off. I groaned, my pumps rough and fast as the visual came to my mind. Her eyes were half-lidded, her chest peeking from her clothing to give me just enough to look at. How her throat would close around me, humming and enjoying the taste of me. 

Fuck… My breathing was irregular at this point as I continued thrusting into my hand, watching my foreskin pull back just enough for the tip of my cock to show, the pre-cum that oozed from its opening coating my fingers and palm to help lubricate. It had been so long since I had to do this, and it felt so fucking good. 

Suddenly, there was a knock. I growled in annoyance and answered in a gruff tone at the stranger who interrupted. 

“Who the hell is it?” 

That sweet voice answered, asking if it was okay to speak to me now. I panicked, but my cock was still hard and slick in my hand. Just from the sound of her, it throbbed, showing no sign of receding from its current state. What could I do? I quickly unlocked the doors and shuffled toward the large desk at the back of the room. Sitting, I called out for her to enter, shielding myself from view as I pulled up the chair to hide my legs under. She entered, looking around nervously as if she expected someone else to be here besides me. 

I cleared my throat and tried to speak to her calmly. “Yes, can I help you?” 

She apologized, thanking me for speaking to her as she closed the door behind her. As she walked closer, I could feel my cock jump between my thighs. I kept both hands clasped together above the desk, knowing that I could give myself away if I felt like touching myself. She didn’t hold back, asking if I remembered her from the lounge last night during her performance. 

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

A bold lie, my features were too distinct to be this confident in trying to gaslight her. She knew this too, crossing her arms and giving me a look, insisting that I told her the truth. This behavior wasn’t new to me, my late wife was the same. 

“Do you always talk so casually to your bosses? You’re on company time, don’t discuss such things until after.” 

I didn’t mean to sound like an asshole to her. But I had to. Maybe she’d leave faster if she knew this was the man she’d have to deal with. And not the man who was fisting himself at the thought of fucking her in this office. 

She apologized once again stating she only mentioned this because it was uncanny that we would see each other again. She had met my son, Kyojuro during the interview and at first assumed it was him at the lounge.

But the way you kissed my fingers, only older men would do that…and now it makes sense.

She leans over on the desk in front of me, and my cock jumps again. What was she doing? I had to stop her before anything else happened. As much as I wanted…as much as my impulses were nagging at my core to tell her to look under the desk so she could see how hard I was with just her speaking to me. 

“I won’t say it again, if you speak so casually like this to anyone here in the future I’ll see to it that my son fires you immediately.” 

The look in her eyes could have killed me. The instant hurt and confusion that settled in once she heard me say those words. Truly, she wasn’t doing anything to be malicious but I already had a bad reputation at the office and I didn’t need another one. At the same time, something inside me knew that being rough with her was not the way to behave. Before either of us could say anything further, there was another knock, followed by the sound of my eldest son’s voice in concern. 

“Father…are you in here?” “Yes, come in.” I said with reluctance, my gaze focused now on the door instead of the woman in front of me. When she turned to glance at the door, I quickly fixed myself back into my pants, grateful that the moment had been killed in an instant. When Kyojuro enters the room he immediately greets her. 

“______. May I ask why you’re here?” 

I raise my eyebrow. “You didn’t send her to come talk to me?” 

My gaze carries over to her panicked expression, knowing she was caught. She had sought me out on her own, possibly meaning she had full intention of getting to know me better from our quick and subtle encounter. While maintaining my composure I could tell my son was starting to suspect something before breaking the silence. 

“It’s nothing to get upset over. I’m going home to rest.” 

“Go ahead and take the car, I’ll take the train home.” Kyojuro offers, glancing over to ____ with a suspicious look in his eye. I start to protest, but my gaze briefly meets hers making the guilt wash over me all over again. The woman honestly looked absolutely defeated and lost. Those dark brown hues that were so warm and inviting the night before were now trembling. I wasn’t the only one to notice this, my son continuously staring at her and then over at me as I fought hard to not be defensive. The best thing to do at this point was to leave before I had to explain myself. 

“Okay.” I deadpan and grab the keys from the desk, keeping my eyes forward as I leave the room. Once I make it down to the parking garage and to the car, I exhale loudly and press the back of my head against the seat. The moment in the office was nothing but a failure to impress. I could tell from the moment the emotion in her eyes had formed their opinion of me, ‘my boss’s asshole of a father’. And not only that, but my cock was out under the desk while her breasts were swelled gently against her clothing when she leaned toward me. I wasn’t sure if that was an attempt to get me to look or just a force of habit, but thinking of her right now was getting me all worked up again. 

“I didn’t finish earlier…” I feel my pants tighten, my chest rising and falling unsteadily as my heart rate increases. I peek out of my windows, checking for onlookers as I unfasten my zipper to slide my hand down to my stiff cock. It would only be a few minutes. I’d fist myself, and be done and over with this newfound rise of libido. I work fast, wrapping my fingers around myself and closing my eyes to think of her again. The way she smelled, her voice, when all I could do was focus on her plush lips and how they’d feel around me. 

Fuck. 

I wanted her to bend over that desk and spread those gorgeous thighs and hips for me. I wanted to kiss every inch of her, press my lips against the sensitive spots she’d point out to me. My hips arch, my palm slides effortlessly as pre-cum coats my length. I was almost there…just a few more- 

There was suddenly a tap on the window, and a muffled voice calling out my name. I must have been hallucinating, it sounds like ______. That was the push I needed, a deep groan escaping my throat as I cum. My breath hitches and my chest heaves as I try to calm myself through the ride of my orgasm, realizing it had been far too long since I had one. I got dizzy and out of place, the world around me muffled until the tap on my window was louder this time around. My eyes focus and regret immediately hits me. It was her, ______ standing outside my door with a folder in her arms staring at me and my barely tinted windows with wide eyes. With shame I turn the key in order to turn on the car and roll down my window. Silently, she passes the folder toward my free hand bowing and leaving me and my cum covered palm that stays in my lap. 

“She saw me…dammit she saw me.” I tossed the folder to the passenger seat, beside myself for not waiting until I got home. Now, not only was I an asshole earlier…I was a man who was caught masturbating in a public parking garage by the same woman I was an asshole to. My worry was her mentioning it to Kyojuro, the uncomfortable conversation of having to tell him about why I behaved this way and convince him that I wasn’t drinking. The argument that would follow if he had any doubt. 

The morning came faster than I wanted it to; though I had called it an early night I couldn’t sleep. 

Not when thinking about her kept me up all night. 

It was perplexing having to stare at the ceiling all night until sleep finally came to me. At least the perk of being retired is that I could essentially do whatever I felt like. Even if it meant skipping the meeting and catching up on my sleep. But that wasn’t an option for today. 

“Dad? Are you awake?” 

The voice of my youngest son, Senjuro, reminded me that I still had the duty of making lunch and sending him off to class. This was his second year in Junior college and he was doing pretty well. I often mentioned he could go to a university but he seemed more concerned about me than his well-being. But that could be…because 5 years ago, my eldest son, Kyojuro, had a near-death accident caused by my negligence. Since then, I vowed I would do better, seeing him in the hospital fighting for his life made me realize that I had to straighten up. He didn’t blame me, Senjuro didn’t blame me. My employees though, were a different story. 

I effectively stepped down as CEO once Kyojuro recovered and he took over while I focused on bettering myself. It wasn’t easy, as the anger and jealousy of seeing the company my father’s father built flourish better without me set in. I couldn’t accept it at first. But after the continued support from my sons…even when there were nights I swore they hated me, I am where I am now. 

“Yeah, I’m awake. I’ll be there in a minute.” My door closes, and I get up and get ready for my day. I stare into the mirror, the bags under my eyes clear in view. But it didn’t matter. The meeting today would be quick and I could come back home, unless Kyojuro allowed me to use the office, my old one, to sleep. 

I chose to wear a black button-down, navy slacks, and no tie. I also realized that the boots Uzui convinced me to buy went with just about every business and casual outfit I owned. I tied back my hair again and washed my face, meeting my two sons in the kitchen to grab a quick bite of breakfast. 

“Good morning father, did you have fun last night?” Kyojuro was bright and sunny as usual, smiling and packing his lunch for him and Senjuro. 

“Here’s your tea.” Senjuro chimes in as he sets the cup at my spot at the table. I nod while taking a sip, sighing as the aroma itself perks me up. 

“I won’t be doing that again. That man has too much energy for both of us.” 

This was a lie. I had to go back. 

Kyojuro laughed and sat down while biting into an apple. “I knew he’d be the perfect man to go out with. He’s quite entertaining.” 

Senjuro looks over at his older brother, smiling and expressing his excitement as well. I sit in silence and listen to them talk, grateful that I could experience this with them. Before now, something like this would be impossible due to my consistent drunken late nights out and passing out at the office. 

“So father, did you not truly enjoy it? I noticed you came home early.” Kyojuro takes another bite from his apple and tilts his head toward me curiously.

“No, it was too noisy, too many young people. It’s not my lifestyle.” I said, taking another sip of my tea. 

“No one even hit on you?” asked Senjuro after swallowing his food. I choke slightly on my tea, my mind flashing to my lips having the luxury to grace that woman’s hand. Once I recovered, I answered quickly.

“No. Your father unfortunately is too old and out of his element. I think it’s over for me.” 

Senjuro rolls his eyes and finishes the last bite of his breakfast before standing. “You’re being a bit dramatic, Dad. If you ask me, I can’t keep them away from me. Maybe I should get old and be out of my element too. I could focus on my classwork more.” 

Kyojuro crossed his arms with a quick nod toward his younger brother. “You can do it, Senjuro. If you focus hard enough, you’ll be able to balance both work and play.”

As my sons continued to speak amongst themselves, I stood up to pour myself another cup of tea. I didn’t understand why it was distressing to admit to my flesh and blood that I met someone and didn’t dare to get their number or ask them out on a formal date. How ridiculous it was to be a middle-aged man of 45 years, who had trouble speaking to a woman after being a widow for nearly a decade. 

I pushed it from my mind, locking up our front door and heading to the car with one goal on my mind. To get to this meeting with Kyojuro and find a place to get some adequate sleep. After we dropped off Senjuro, we made it to our corporate building which wasn’t too far from the same lounge I visited last night. Only two blocks away. As we both parked in the reserved spot in the parking garage, there were already two men waiting for us. One man with glasses approached Kyojuro and bowed, introducing himself as the other did shortly. 

They both actively gave me a silent bow, acknowledging my existence but not making an effort to speak to me. That’s how it always was. Kyojuro would get most of the respect, while I was met with uncomfortable stares and the bare minimum of politeness. I walked a few steps behind as I observed Kyojuro chat with the two men easily, laughing and speaking about the next goals of the company, our sales revenue, things I no longer had a part of other than overseeing decisions as a shareholder. But this was the core of my hard work, continuing through my son. I couldn’t help but be proud of him. 

As we reached the main meeting room, I froze right where I stood when I heard her sweet, recognizable voice. 

It can’t be…

It was. Jet black tight curls that reached her shoulders, the same full lips, dark brown eyes, and voice that captivated me so vividly just the night before. Even the pantsuit that she wore fit her curves so deliciously, I had to stop myself from drooling. 

“Oh,___, glad you could make it. You haven’t met my father yet, our previous CEO?” Kyojuro smiled at her and turned toward me. Once our eyes met for just a moment, I could see the surprised look on her face. The electricity that was between us at this moment was so strong I almost buckled to the floor. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Shinjuro Rengoku.” I managed to introduce myself and held out my hand, and she took it without hesitation. The same softness, the jump in my chest filling my head with static. I had to calm myself down or I’d lose it. I couldn’t embarrass my son, nor myself in front of her and the others. She speaks to me kindly, stating her full name. I took my hand away before anyone noticed I held it longer than one should. 

“She started last week, my newest secretary since my last one quit and moved abroad. We don’t have many foreigners working here, but I’ll make sure she feels like part of the team.” Kyojuro smiled confidently as the other employees clapped, welcoming her warmly. I’m glad they ignored my body language as I struggled to sit in the empty seat next to my son. Only because she was sitting to my left. 

I could smell her, the light scent of berries, cream, and something else I could only guess was some kind of spice that wafted over to me each time she shifted. She was listening to the presentation with full focus, the light sighs and steady breaths and her chest moving up and down gracefully. 

Stop staring. 

I focus on the table, but her hand rests there. Her manicured fingers are the same as I remember when I first saw them that night. I watched them tap tediously on the glass top, only to pull back when she realized she was doing so. I held my breath when she shifted once more. 

Stop staring or… When her lips parted to speak, I felt something rise in my belly. She wasn’t saying anything sexual, it was just business, and yet.  As I listened to her, that feeling inside of me traveled down south, my pants suddenly feeling tight, my cock swelling against the fabric. 

Shit. I adjusted myself to hide further into the table, but the chair I sat in wouldn’t move. 

Shit. When she stopped speaking, I noticed a glance in my direction, and then she saw me adjust myself again and for a moment I saw the reaction in her eyes as she then focused forward. She’d seen the print in my pants, and I knew by that look it was more obvious than I wanted it to be. 

Shit, I have to go.

I raised my hand toward Kyojuro to stop the presentation. 

“Excuse me, I’m not feeling well.” 

My son furrowed his brow in worry but excuse me, the rest of our colleagues expressionlessly watching me as I quickly left the room. I made my way to the restroom that was down the hall, finding the restroom and panting from the brisk walk. I groaned once I saw myself in the mirror, a full erection pressed against the left side of my pants. I never had this issue before at work, then again I was always focused, or drunk before. And she wasn’t here back then. 

“Fuck me…” 

I go to the sink and splash cool running water on my face, hoping I will still myself. This was shameful and if I could see it clearly, I’m sure that was what she saw during the meeting. Of all fucking things in this world, I did not want to be known as the perverted older man that had a hard-on during meetings while staring at pretty women. After a few minutes, the throbbing member in my pants ceased. I stepped outside and leaned against the wall as I noticed the meeting came to an end, and I saw her again. She was smiling at the two men who greeted my son and me at our car, my jealousy rising. 

What could they possibly be speaking about? Why do I care?  

She caught me staring and looked away to greet Kyojuro as he joined the conversation. I looked over toward the direction of the executive office, where I planned on taking my well-needed nap. The issue was, I had to walk past them to get there. 

What are you scared of? Just go. With a stoic look and stiff shoulders, I made my way past the group, the two men ignoring me while my son called out to stop me. 

“Oh, wait, father. ____ wanted to speak with you?” 

I turned to them, my eyes immediately focusing on her before I addressed my son. “I’m not available to speak at the moment. She will have to schedule an appointment.” 

“I wasn’t aware that you had to make an appointment to see someone who barely works here.” 

One of the men spoke with a sarcastic tone which pissed me off instantly. Normally, I’d tear him a new one, but I had to maintain control in front of her. It wasn’t just about my image troubling my son anymore. 

“It’s alright, I’ll go over a time for you two to speak. I have a task for her to complete anyway. Thank you.” Kyojuro ignored the comment from the other employee who glanced at me before walking off in a different direction. 

____ turned to me, bowing politely as she let me know how she looked forward to meeting with me at a later time. My insides were waging war, fighting that feeling so I wouldn’t make a damn fool of myself and get hard again. 

Calm down, calm down.   I dismissed myself and walked to the executive office room, slamming the double doors and locking them behind me as I sighed out loud. I had just made it before I could feel myself once again…pressed against my fucking pants.  Why the fuck is this happening?

What am I doing here?   I looked around the dimly lit lounge, my arms crossed and my expression stern. I could feel more wrinkles form around my forehead as the younger, white-haired man next to me laughed jubilantly, showing off his newest luxury eyepatch to the waitress who was flirting with him. 

I couldn’t blame him for dragging me out, probably a favor from my son asking him to. I even took his advice on changing up my attire, choosing a casual black shirt, paired with relaxed-fitting jeans and black Nubuck leather boots. My golden, red-tipped hair was styled, slicked back, side fringes with the excess tied into a bun, and my beard was freshly trimmed. If you looked at me, you’d think I was one of them, young and ready to cause trouble. But truly, I didn’t belong here. The young women strutted around in high skirts, painted nails, and makeup. The men were just as full of energy, some flashing their cash and showing off their newest possessions and clothing. I couldn’t compare, not in personality. I didn’t come from this generation. In my time, you approached a woman respectfully, took her out on a nice date, and made plans for the future. You dated to settle down and have a family. This hook-up, club culture was something I just wasn’t used to. Even the man who brought me here, I found his relationship unorthodox. He has three wives, not much younger than himself, but three nonetheless. 

“Excuse me, sir? Did you want anything to drink?” 

I gave my attention to the timid waitress, most likely afraid of the look I had frozen on my face. I tried to ease up, understanding she was only trying to do her job. 

“No thank you. Just water is fine.” A thick, muscular arm suddenly wrapped around my shoulder, an extroverted deep voice speaking over me. 

“What? No way, bring him a shot of warm whiskey.” 

I shoot a glare at his flashy grin, my over-extroverted companion for the night ordering a drink without my consent. But it was too late to stop the waitress as she walked away. 

“Uzui, you do realize I don’t drink anymore. I’m not paying for that when she brings it to the table.” 

The larger framed man pulled away and slapped my back playfully, knocking the wind from me as I coughed. I kept forgetting that even though I managed to maintain the same physique when I was younger, this man was far taller and robust than I was. 

“Don’t be like that, Shinjuro. I brought you here to live it up a little. It’s a waste to be so dull in a place like this.” He then looked around, his eyes squinting as he leaned over again to whisper in my ear. “Besides, the ladies are checking you out. You can never go wrong with a casual black shirt and jeans for your kind of personality.” 

“Whatever you say. I’m honestly ready to go home. This is a waste of my time.” 

He smiled at me, shrugging as he stood up and fixed his tight black pants and gold crop top, the rings on his fingers glistening in the lights as he stretched his hands over his tied-back white hair. “Well, I guess we can go. Just letting you know though, that it will be any day now that my first kid is born, so enjoy my company while you can. After that, it’s full-time daddy duty.” 

“So you remind me, for the fifth time since we’ve got here.” I said while rubbing my temples. Uzui actively ignored me, his focus now on the same timid waitress who returned with a tray of two drinks before setting them on the table. 

“Thanks, sweetheart. Here, close my tab and put it all on this card.” He flashed a grin while he motioned to pull out his card. I held up my hand before Uzui handed it over and gave her my card instead. 

“Put it on my card.” The waitress blushed, bowing and thanking me before running off in the direction she came. Uzui laughed and put his hands on his hips. 

“Wouldn’t expect any less from a Rengoku to show me up. You know Kyojuro, he-” He suddenly stopped speaking, the lights dimming even further and the stage illuminating in spotlights. The speakers cut on with slight feedback, followed by the easy-going tone of the announcer. 

Ladies and Gentlemen, give love to one of our newest editions to the family. She just started today and wants to show you all just what she has to offer. Without further adieu, here’s ________.

At first, I didn’t pay the performer any attention, another dancer or something of the sort, I thought. The sound of a saxophone filled the air, and the notes of a piano followed. That’s when I heard her voice. 

🎵Take up some space…🎵

The sweet sound of the first lyric hit my ears like I could never imagine, it was like an angel sent down to ease my soul. Like velvet, rich and comforting. Then I made the further mistake of getting sight of her. 

🎵You’re too far away….🎵

Tight curls that bounced as she stepped forward, jet black and touching her shoulders. Her breasts were accented by the sweetheart neckline of her dark red dress that hugged her curves like a glove. From the slope of her nose to her full lips, and the deep mahogany tone of her skin, I couldn’t look away as she continued. 

🎵Make no mistake….🎵

I wasn’t familiar with the song, being that it was in English and most likely from the West. But it didn’t matter to me as I stood there captivated by her presence. 

🎵I think you should stay….🎵

I was certain at that moment she may have been singing directly toward me. I wanted to leave before, but as she made her way about the stage my mind was set. All I could think about was how her eyes would stop on me even just for a moment and cause the blood in my chest to rush. I haven’t felt like this since, since… My late wife, Ruka.   Until now, there wasn’t any other woman who could give me this kind of rush. I felt lost, confused, angry, and for the first time in a while…aroused. I had to stop looking at her, listening to her voice that drew me in like a siren. 

🎵You’ll get every little bit….🎵

I had to distract myself somehow. I turned to the drinks that sat on the table, taking the shot of lukewarm whiskey and throwing it back as I grabbed the next one, not caring what it was as it disappeared down my throat. The familiar sting brought me back to reality but did nothing to alleviate the symptoms if not make them worse. My eyes met hers again, hips swaying slowly, her graceful steps while in black heels causing my chest to thump louder. 

🎵Heaven at your fingertips…🎵

She seemed to be walking toward me as she made her way down the stairs, the crowd cheering for her as she ignored them. 

🎵Don’t you let a minute slip just…Say you’ll have me….🎵

Damn…

She was coming my way, and it was not just wishful thinking. As she came to me, I could see the rich dark brown hue of her eyes, and how her makeup accented her features perfectly. The shape of her jaw, and cheekbones, I couldn’t help but take all of her in at once, her hand reaching out to me. 

🎵Oh taste, and see…🎵

My reflexes came into play, taking her knuckles and bringing them up to my lips. I don’t know why I wanted to, but those drinks hit me harder than I intended, my cheeks flushed as I gently kissed her fingers. I glanced at her as she kept singing, her lids lowering and slowly taking her hand away from my grasp. 

🎵Hope you don’t sleep on me….I’ve got good and plenty…🎵

She left me, turning deliberately so I could watch the fabric of her dress pull and grab against her hips and thighs as she did. It felt inappropriate to stare at her backside, but I couldn’t help but notice its ample size. When she made it to the stage, there was another singer who finished another portion of the song with her. But she made her presence the main focus for me. I wanted to know exactly what she had to offer and experience what I possibly could be missing. Come back. My brain echoed those words in my head, even as Uzui called out to me to try and get my attention. It wasn’t until his hand had to shake my shoulder that I brought myself back to focus. 

“Uh, everything okay there old man?” 

Annoyed, I pushed his hand off, brushing back my blonde and red tresses as I glared. 

“I’m fine.” He smiled, crossing his arms and gesturing his head up toward the stage. “______, pretty stylish of a woman isn’t she?” To hear him say such words about her made my fist clench. What did he know about her? He looked down at my body language and laughed. “Easy. She’s all yours. She matches my tastes aesthetically, but that’s a woman I am not ready for. Nor is she ready for me.” 

“You have three wives already, I’d say you have enough women that meet your tastes.” I bite back, a bitter tone to my voice indicating the liquor in my system was hitting fast and hard. It’s been years since a drop has touched my lips and just in one night, this woman changed all of that. 

No. I did this. Because…I don’t think I’m good enough for her as I am sober. I shook my head, my insecure thoughts fighting my actions. I was good enough. Much better than the man before me who stood with his cock up his ass about his confidence. It was times like this where my jealousy was my worst enemy. Uzui didn’t want her, but even him speaking about her made me want to go up on that stage and take her home with me. I turned toward the front of the lounge to get the final glimpse of her blowing kisses to the audience, the other singer on the stage smiling and thanking everyone for coming out while he placed his hand on her bare shoulder. 

That should be my hand. 

Her eyes met mine for the last time before she escorted herself off the stage. I nearly reached out for her but caught myself. I had to see her again. 

“She performs all the time on Sundays and Thursdays. If you want to come back again in a few days, we can. I don’t mind.” Uzui patted my shoulder again before walking off in the opposite direction. “Anyway, you said you wanted to go home. Let’s go.” 

Reluctantly, I followed him out of the building. There was no way I’d do the desperate thing of trying to find her backstage. I didn’t know anyone for that matter to even have that kind of leverage. And I wouldn’t dare ask Uzui for help. My pride would just have to be my downfall until I came back here on my own. 

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*˚‧♡the passion of katakuri*˚‧♡

♡he sees you often because you're friends with his sister Brulee

♡it was a secret crush, but over time your behavior around him is noticeable to all of his family, except him of course

♡you decide to confess and he doesn't believe you, thinking it's just a prank and doesn't appreciate it

♡the way to show you're true is making his favorite donuts by hand, delivering them to him fresh and packaged with care

♡he realizes you're serious, and starts being more comfortable around you, but still wears his scarf and doesn't allow you to see him eat

♡one time you accidentally catch him take a massive bite of your homemade donuts, he sees you and immediately panics by being rude and putting his scarf back on

♡he's surprised that you approach him and take off his scarf and compliment his looks, that it's part of him and you love all of him

♡you're surprised by how shy he gets about your compliments, but now eats around you only without his scarf

♡at first he didn't let you touch his jaw, but he allows it after seeing how gentle you are with him

♡he loves it when you kiss him around his neck/jawline and admire his teeth

♡to your surprise his teeth do not get in the way of him kissing you (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*)

♡he is a large man, so he's very careful about hugging you too hard, or squishing you into his chest to where you can't breathe

♡though his siblings look up to him and give him praise, it's different when it's from you, he eats it up so much he's practically doing anything he can for you to hear it

♡if anyone dares try to spread nasty gossip about you, he shuts it down, even between his family members. he won't tolerate his favorite person being slandered for loving him

♡cuddle sessions are often so he can de-stress, even though he's so much larger than you he prefers being the one to lay his head in your lap

♡sing to him, he loves it and often will join you, if he doesn't know the song he'll learn it or hum the melody

♡frequent surprise kisses, even on his hands, arms, abs, waist. he's a blushing mess but he likes it

♡doesn't want to show you off, but more so enjoy your company while in public, he still wears his scarf but you wear one too so you're matching <3

♡did i mention this man loves donuts? your donuts? yes, any sweet pastry you make him, he's gobbling it up immediately and will give you powered sugar kisses

*˚‧♡the affection of sir crocodille*˚‧♡

♡you won't know you've caught his attention until he comes up to you, forward and calling you "bothersome" ♡you'll get treated to a nice dinner so he can tell you how much a distraction you are walking around the casino so freely ♡if you're winning every table you play, or slot machine you pull he's had his eye on you from the start ♡he doesn't accuse you directly of scamming him, but you're aware he doesn't trust you for now ♡the next day you return he's your escort this time ♡he upgrades your room to a penthouse suite out of nowhere after the second day of being around you, claiming it's to "keep a closer eye on you" ♡throughout the day you'll receive room service, small gifts, bottles of wine, fresh warm towels, etc. ♡you're invited to his VIP room, where he decides to tell you his intentions ♡you end up with a job at the casino, you get to keep the penthouse and the gifts continue to show up ♡you always catch him staring, but it's from afar, he seems disinterested but those sharp eyes stay on you for the majority of the day ♡after months of working for him, he fires you out of nowhere because he doesn't date employees, an indirect way of asking you to be his partner ♡you find that he's soft, only to you. he's hard on everyone else, rude and doesn't waste his time speaking.

touches on the small of your back when walking ahead of him, the cool metal of his hook against your skin when he's idly thinking, he puts on his cigar when you enter the room, he listens to you quietly before speaking.

♡he doesn't kiss you in public, he doesn't like sharing and that includes his intimacy with you ♡"mine" is always in his vocabulary when it comes to you and your affection ♡he likes pet names, but they have to make sense in order for him to use them. nothing too fluffy or cutesy. ♡if you're possessive of him just as he is of you, he prefers that. ♡no one is allowed to bad mouth or touch you, even when he's not around. just know that he means it when he'll take care of it. ♡he's not much of a man that likes to make out and prefers kissing your neck/collarbone instead. ♡the taste of tobacco lingers on his lips from his excessive smoking, but if you don't mind...proceed to bother him for more kisses. ♡he won't ever admit it, but he likes it when you stroke his hair through your fingers and hum/sing to him while he relaxes. ♡if you had no financial issues before, you won't notice but if you were always struggling he spoils you. the only debt you'll have is if you don't spend enough time with him when he asks for it.

She was only supposed to be for one night. I promised myself that’s all she’d ever be. This couldn’t work, it wouldn’t work. Not with the way my heart was, how I mourned still for my late wife. What’s more, my eldest son had expressed his interest in her. I couldn’t steal such joy from him. But deep inside, I knew she wouldn’t fall for him. There was no way she could, not when she was standing right outside my door, wearing that dress I bought her, hiking up the high slit that exposed her succulent thigh to my eyes.

I was a man with a secret. And god damn is she gorgeous.

Chapters: One Two Three Four Five TBA... Mature rating: 18+ (minors dni)Tags/Warnings: Modern AU, Character Timeskip, Black Female Reader in her late 20s-early 30s (with attributes such as 'coily black hair' etc), Kyojuro Rengoku is alive, Shinjuro's POV, Semi slow burn, Plot with Smut, Alcohol use/Abuse, Past Trauma, Office sex, Semi-public, Public erection, semi-public masturbation, cunnilingus, squirting, face-fucking, cock-tease, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, sex starting vanilla to rough, dramatic twists, family drama (additional tags to be added)

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