#tkdb sinostra

Sinostra: 

Taiga Hoshibami: Fail

He didn’t fail intentionally. As little as he’s into romance, he has to jack off every now and again. Unfortunately, the stars aligned wrong for him and he lost NNN. Not that he cared, anyway.

Later. The word echoed in his mind as he tried to focus on the cards in front of him. Later. Later, later, later! Now was, quite possibly, the worst time for a boner to distract him. He growls in displeasure and everyone else at the table flinches, as though he’d pounce anytime soon. But he could care less about them. He couldn’t even comprehend the cards in his hand, his vision swimming as most of his focus (and blood) shot straight to his groin. He runs a hand through his hair, angrily gripping a fistful of it, forcing his attention to the slight stinging of his scalp instead, allowing himself to redirect it to the cards. 

Oh, a Royal Flush. Good, he didn’t have to care anymore. 

When the dealer asks for remaining bets, he lazily pushes his entire stack of chips towards the center. “Raise,” he gurgles out, before plopping his head back into his hand, angrily gripping at his hair as his erection continued to grow. The dealer, despite being shocked, continued through the remaining bets. As he did, Taiga continued pulling at his roots, trying to focus on the soft stinging. Unfortunately, the more he did it, the more relaxing it felt, sending gentle shivers down his spine… Which went straight to his cock, now at full mast. He angrily bangs his hand down on the table, staring at the cards as though their existence peeved him. Everyone at the table flinched again, watching him carefully before continuing the game. 

When it comes time to show off the cards, Taiga carelessly tosses his onto the table, eliciting a shocked gasp from the dealer and disappointed groans from the other players. As satisfying as this win should be, he doesn’t even stay to drink in the victory or collect his chips. He sits up from the table and stalks off angrily, hoping his stiff walking and obvious blush wasn’t a dead giveaway to the heat in his groin that only grew warmer. 

Romeo Lucci: Pass (Miserably)

He passes for clout. He made a bet with Rui regarding which of them could last all throughout November, and he wasn’t going to lose. He is, however, almost as miserable as Leo is. He’s got an ego to fill, and jacking himself off helps that.

He was having one hell of a time going through all these documents. His useless, blundering thoughtless hooligan of a boss was far too caught up gambling to review the mission documents, so it was up to him, or else he’d never hear the end of it from that damned prick of a ghoul freshman. Romeo sighs and leans back into the couch, pressing the heel of his palms into his eyes. He couldn’t focus on anything. This odd feeling had been swimming in his head all day. He couldn’t tell if he was sleepy, hungry, thirsty… some other kind of ‘-y’, maybe? Maybe he really was hungry… There was an odd feeling stirring in his abdomen, after all. He chuckled in a dismissive ‘As if!’ kind of way when the word ‘horny’ came to mind. Yea, as if. 

That is, until the thought inadvertently shifts some of his focus to his length, which had been progressively hardening. 

He stiffens immediately, gripping the documents in his hand tightly. He clenches his jaw and looks around himself, despite knowing he’s in the Sinostra VIP room alone. He glances down at his crotch, noticing his length pressing into his uniform slacks. Unbelievable. What was worse was, that now that all his attention was on it, he couldn’t tear it away. Even as he tried to stare at and absorb the information on the damned mission documents, his cock continued to twitch, unwilling to go down. He stares at the documents until his vision is swimming, unable to absorb any of the information as his erection grew taller and prouder. When he finally gives up, shamefully checking to ensure he’s really alone, he pulls out his cock, his face burning with embarrassment, and bites his glove with one hand to muffle the noise. Before he knows it, he’s going fast, his eyes rolling back, his hips jerking forward, his breathing growing heavier. When he finally finishes, he spurts his release across whatever’s in front of him, panting heavily, his head thrown back into the cushion of his favorite chair, his eyes rolling into his head. He sighs and carefully shifts, surveying the inevitable mess in front of him.

His cum was splattered all over the documents he was supposed to go over. His face burns with anger and shame. This was all that… blundering, thoughtless hooligan’s fault..!

Ritsu Shinjo: Pass

Yes, he jacks it. I believe that. I also think he is more than capable of going a month without it. He’s ambitious enough to make it happen. That said, he didn’t learn about the competition until later, and despite finding it frivolous, decides to participate. 

He was studying the Compendium of Laws once again, brushing up on his knowledge some more during his downtime in his dorm room. Or, at least, he should be. When he wakes up out of his trance, he’s staring up at the ceiling, his mouth half open in a moan, his hand gently palming himself through his pants. He quickly pulls his hand back, his face burning with embarrassment. He had to focus on studying. It’d already been long enough since he’d had a proper refresher of the laws of Japan. He throws himself back into it, holding his hands behind his back, putting his full concentration into rereading the page before him. 

The Japanese Constitution, Chapter III, Article 13… He read along in his head, blinking carefully, attempting to pour all his focus into this. Article 14… And it works, for a while, before he realizes the words are slipping through his mind again. He finds himself on Article 17, despite not remembering what Article 15 and 16 were. He snaps back to attention and finds his hands on his thighs, his right thumb creeping rather close to his clothed erection, heavy and tucked against his right thigh. He curses himself, and after a moment of indecision, bites his lip and reluctantly unbuttons his pants. Carefully pushing one hand inside, he leans over the Compendium again, gently taking hold of himself. Something about this felt… wrong. But he had no choice if he wanted to focus. 

He starts stroking himself, hoping that relieving some pressure would help him focus better. 

Article 15… He moans, interrupting his focus. The people have the inalienable right… He groans, his body lurching forward as his hand moves a little faster. He grits his teeth and keeps reading. …To elect and dismiss… A needy whine escapes him, and he goes faster, bucking his hips forward. …Their chosen officials… Almost there. He bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut, not bothering to read anymore. His hand moves faster across his cock, and his shoulders shake as he releases, his seed dripping onto his pants. He huffs out a sigh and collapses, his cheek laid against the page he was reading.

a/n: this was so much longer than i intended lol these r actually my least fav ghouls. ritsu and romeo are the yapping team that piss me the fuck off (most of the time) and taiga is just odd. what's even funnier is that this is the house i was placed in during the tokyo debunker personality test...

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