hi i’m weeds. i love short fics, romance, and happy endings. sometimes i write for nanami kento, fushiguro toji, murasakibara atsushi, zaraki kenpachi, and sagamiya konro + misc underwritten characters
⊰ new / next ⊱ say it slow / summerboyf!nanami, sunday updates weekly updates bc actually my life is in a spiral
2626wc, slice of life fluff. (kissing/romance…should i offer a warning for his mode of transportation? it’s very sexy of him).
You slow to a stop next to Kento, glancing at the ocean before looking back at him. He’s taking in the view, a soft smile on his lips, and you can’t help but stretch to kiss his shoulder as you lean in his direction. “Final destination?”
He looks down at you. “In a hurry?”
“Wha—no?”
“I thought you were an enjoy the journey type of girl, love.”
You look away from him, your face hot as you deal with the side effects of being seen by someone. (Of being teased, too.) “I am. I’m enjoying it. But you’re a destination person.”
“I see,” he murmurs as he looks back out at the ocean. “I see it with you,” he explains, causing your eyes to go wide. “I know where we’re going. And I’m not really in a rush to get there. So, I can enjoy the journey, too…
“Do you remember this spot?”
Your brow furrows as you look around. You’ve escaped to this town with him so many times that they’ve started to blur together. And you’re sure you all have been at this lookout more than a handful of times. You’re just about to tell him that you can’t think of anything special when you realize there was one time—
You laugh. “The time we gave each other the same gift?”
His smile broadens.
“The one that neither of us even liked?”
He pulls off one of his gloves and reaches into his pocket before holding his hand out for you to see. “The very one.”
You peek into his hand to see two thin rings, the same color as the sea glass you all gifted each a few years ago, and can’t help but gasp. “Oh my— oh!”
You frown up at your boyfriend, who closed his fist when you tried to reach for a ring. Kento laughs and you notice that he’s particularly handsome tonight, under the golden hue of an old street lamp. You feel heat pooling in your stomach as you watch him shift rings around in his fist before offering you the larger one.
“Are they really made from those stones?” You turn it over between your fingers, silently wondering if he turned them to rings himself or if he asked Choso to do it.
“Yes,” he divulges. “But, more importantly: This is a covenant.”
The world closes in on you, making you feel as though all there is is this moment: the ocean below, waves crashing along the beach as he offers you a promise —a covenant— and as you look up at him you can’t really make sense of beyond the fact that you’d agree to anything.
He mirrors you, holding up the smaller ring and offering you a look that draws butterflies to your stomach. “If anyone asks,” he explains, voice low and measured, “I’m your boyfriend until the end of the summer.”
“Oh?” You tease. “If anyone asks? And if they don’t?”
“They will.”
“I’m loving the confidence.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I love you,” he counters, smug amusement on his face, and it’s too attractive. Terribly attractive, if you’re honest.
“Play fair, Nanami Kento.”
“Hold it until we get the water.” He leans closer and presses a kiss to your forehead. You watch as he settles the smaller ring in his palm before he slips his glove back on. “Think about how much you love me, too.”
Before you can say anything, he winks at you and pushes off on his longboard, causing you to laugh in disbelief before slipping the ring on your thumb and peddling after him.
It only takes about five more minutes to get to the beach, and it’s five minutes you enjoy as you watch him skate, the air whipping at his linen shirt as lithe muscle supports every shift of his body. He’s careful to never get too far ahead of you, even as he indulges in taking some of the curves of the hill a little too recklessly for your liking; and, every time one of his hands grazes the ground to support, he flashes you a smile that tells you he knows you find him really hot whenever he does it.
Once you get there, Kento shoulders the backpack from the basket before you let your bike fall into the sand next to his board. You kick your shoes off next to his and look out over the water as he pockets his gloves and cuffs his pant legs. He wordlessly offers you his hand before leading you to walk along the shoreline.
“A covenant, huh?”
He hums, lifting your joined hands and kissing the ring on your right hand. “I already made you a promise,” he reminds you, voice gentle over the waves. There’s a hint of humor as he goes on to say, “But, your request…this is very serious, my love. No take backs.”
You smile to yourself. “No take backs?”
“If you tell someone I’m something other than your summer boyfriend, I’ll be really upset.”
Your eyes meet his and he cracks a smile, slowing to a stop as you say, “You’re awfully cute this evening.”
You can’t be certain in the dark, but you're pretty sure the tops of his ears turn pink. “I watched you secretly pet that cat in the alley while I got you a snowcone” —your face once again goes hot— “the one I told you not to pet, remember?”
“No.”
“I heard you tell it that you’d be in trouble if you were caught,” he deadpans as you giggle. “And then watched as you pulled out one of those lickable treats.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I have photo evidence,” he admits, the matter-of-fact tone of his voice making the whole conversation even more amusing. “Video evidence, actually.”
“…I might have an idea…”
He huffs out a laugh, turning and pulling you into his chest. As you both look out over the sea, he goes on to say, “It was cute. It reminded me that I’m in love with you.”
You laugh nervously and he squeezes you a little tighter.
“Hear me out,” he murmurs. “The cat looked sickly. I didn’t want you to pet it. But, while I was watching you, I realized that there wasn’t much difference between me and the cat—”
“Oh. That’s good. Because I named him Nya~nami.”
The silence that settles between you is deafening, but you eventually feel him shift to rest his forehead on your shoulder before asking, “Did you really?”
“He was blue with gold eyes! How couldn’t I? I invited him home but he didn’t seem too interested…”
He sighs. “I suppose he and I are quite different, then.” When you turn to look at him he reaches for your left hand and plays with the ring on your thumb. “Perhaps he’s a stronger man if he can say no to you.”
You start to laugh in full, the sound clearly startling him before he smiles too, obviously very pleased with himself. Once you’ve settled down, you ask, “You want to deny me something?”
“I’d give you the moon if you asked for it.”
(You’re certain you already have it.)
“I can’t believe a cat made you feel so mushy…anyway he was a nice boy. Just hungry, I think. Maybe got into one too many fights recently.”
“People probably told you to leave me alone, too.”
Oh. It isn’t a parallel you’d drawn as you coddled the cat for a few minutes, but the fact that your stoic boyfriend had seen himself in a stray causes you to realize that he has feelings towards your relationship that you’ve never considered.
He sighs and meets your gaze. “We can go try to find it. If you want. Tomorrow.”
“Oh, you love-love me, huh?”
He just hums and takes hold of your free hand, too. “I do. I appreciate the effort you’ve put into this. Into me. More than I could explain in words. And—”
He sighs. “This isn’t what I planned to say at all, love.”
“I like hearing it.”
“I know.” He swallows thickly and the glimpse of nerves is surprising to you.
“Ken—”
“I wasn’t sure of my purpose anymore, after the accident. I am physically incapable of doing the one thing I’d found valuable. Saw my worth in. It’s…difficult. To stomach that truth.
“And yet, I can only accept that I’m grateful for the hardship. The suffering, really,—” he smiles when you laugh, his gaze searching your face as though to memorize the moment “—because it’s shaped me into this…into this man.
“Someone who is not only willing, but ready to grow. To look at life from both sides…I could not have both. I knew that superficially. But knowing it now is different, because I understand that my worth isn’t measured by what I can do for the world. It’s about what I can do for my world.”
“Kento.”
“Hmm?”
Your heart is in your throat. He’s never put any of this into so many words and you have no idea how you’re supposed to take it at 4am on an old beach. When it’s just the two of you and paradise at your feet. With the moon and ocean as your only witnesses.
“You’re a life worth lived, Yn.”
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing unexpected. I looked at these stones sitting in the office and realized I couldn’t remember which belonged to me and which one belonged to you. It didn’t matter. Doesn’t matter. I…need you to know this.”
“Know what?”
Your heart is in your throat and your head is in the clouds. You aren’t sure if your feet are still in the sand but your hands are certainly in his. They’re real and warm and reassuring.
“I just need you to know I found myself —who I was meant to be— here, on this journey with you. There’s no place I’d rather be…” He lets go of your right hand, gaze meeting yours as he prepares to slip the ring he held on to onto your pinky. Mischief glints in his expression briefly, before he goes on to say, “And, I, a devoted boyfriend, hope you, a loving girlfriend, feel the same.”
You’re trembling. You know it, he knows. He even squeezes your hand after to help steady and assure you. “You know I feel the same.”
He grins. “Could you say it again?”
He starts to play with the ring on your finger, as though making sure it’s there despite the fact that he slid it on himself. You have to catch his fingers in yours to help yourself think straight, and the patience that flows from him weighs heavier on you.
Because what is he doing?! Everything he’s said feels as though they should be part of vows, not thrown into him fulfilling your whimsical ideas. And just underlines the fact that every moment with him has always felt like a dream. Or like it was written well in advance of meeting in a hospital elevator.
You gasp when you feel his finger brush your cheek, the healed texture of his skin smooth over yours.
“Why are you crying, love?”
“Because what’s happening?”
“I’m making us official. I’m not sure what you’re doing.”
He sounds so much like you that it’s startling for a moment, and you can’t help but laugh. You reach up to settle your hand over his where he’s cradling your face, the ghost of a smile on his lips causing your words to start to free fall.
“I’m glad you didn’t give up after your accident. I’m glad this world shaped me into the person you needed most when we met. I want to keep waking up everyday and deciding that this is worth it.
“And I love the way you make me want more for myself, so that I can be better for you, and for us.” You stroke your thumb across the back of his hand and he brushes away some more tears. “You have no idea how proud I am of you, how relieved I am, honestly, that you allowed this to exist between us…
“Ah, babe. What are you doing to me, right now? I thought we were just going for a ride. And instead I’m on an emotional high because... You even made these rings from a gift neither of us even liked. It’s— yeah. I, a loving girlfriend, feel the same as you, a devoted boyfriend. Thank you for thinking of and prioritizing me.
“If you’re a stray, so am I…which…lucky me, if we are. It means I can stick with you and we can go wherever.” You gently pull his hand away from your face, changing your hold in order to affectionately rub his scarred knuckles to your cheek. “I feel like we’re reciting vows.”
“Please don’t refer to either of us as strays, when the time comes. Some people would never let us hear the end of it.” Kento smiles and pinches your cheek. “And, this is a covenant, love.”
Laughing, you let go of his hand and take his ring off your finger. “Right. With that in mind…” You kiss it, feeling your face go hot when he realizes how focused he is on you. “Kento. I love you. This journey we’re on together —whatever power brought us here— I will always value and prioritize it. You. Us.”
You reach for his unharmed hand and cradle it in yours. “May I?”
“Mm. I need you to.”
“Ha— what?”
He leans closer, forcing eye contact. “I need you to take responsibility for me.”
You swallow, butterflies filling your stomach distractingly. It takes a second, but you slip the ring onto his pinky. “These feelings are much stronger than I expected.”
“Should I tone it down?”
You stroke your thumb over his rings, lingering over the band on his middle finger (the one that represents his promise to get to this point with you…beyond this point, really). “No. I’ll take whatever you give me with grace.”
“Good thing I love you.”
“That’s what I’m saying.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back soothingly as your arms circle his waist. He’s warm and solid, perfectly comforting as he holds you as close as possible. The moment feels indulgent, which makes you want more.
“Babe?”
He hums, weighing a little heavier into you as he continues to rub your back.
“I think you should kiss me.”
He chuckles, lingering a few seconds longer before pulling away enough to look at you. Your eyes fall closed as he leans back in, and he surprises you by kissing your forehead. He follows it by brushing the tip of his nose yours ahead of tilting his head to kiss your lips.
“Actually, I really was just taking you on a ride. To watch the sunrise.”
You laugh, shaking your head as you pull away from him and sit down in the sand. “Ok.”
Kento blinks down at you, mouth curling amusedly when you pat the space next to you. As you hug your legs to your chest, you go on to say, “Com’mon. We’ve nearly missed it because you have me out here…covenanting. As though you aren’t already the only one I see.”
He squats down, head tilting to catch your gaze. “What was that?”
Your face is still hot and the butterflies still have ownership of your stomach, and even if you can’t help but melt under his attention, you focus all of yours on him. “Should I s-say it again?”
He surprises you by shaking his head, but you know him well enough to see the playful edge behind his phlegmatism. “I think you should kiss me.”
♋︎ “say you’re mine / say it slow / to be sure we know” —tennis, traveling
drinking/kissing, slice of life, fluff. 446words ⁺ᵇᵒⁿᵘˢ
There’s a bottle of wine off the table when you get home.
You know from the color of the glass that it’s the sweet kind— the kind Kento goes out of his way to buy because he knows you like how it tastes on evenings like this, with the moon bright in the sky and sticky, summer humidity hanging in the air. It’s perfect, and you’re grateful to be home, where your boyfriend clearly has plans to stay for the rest of the night.
“I’m home!”
“You’re early.”
You turn around to see him coming down the steps. He’s fresh out of the shower, hair towel dried and skin still a little flushed. The inky black of his tshirt and hakama are starkly different from his typical outside attire, drawing all your attention to him the same way it did the first time you saw him dressed down. (The same way it always does, if you’re honest with yourself. You have to resist the urge to ogle him and the way his tshirt clings to his body.)
He closes the distance between you, looking you over as though to make sure you made it back in one piece. “Welcome home…” His fingers are warm around your wrist as he takes it upon himself to slip your watch off and set it next to his on the charger. You offer up your phone, too, relieved to be free of any commitments now that you’re safely home to him.
“Not quite yet.”
He hums, leaning in to kiss your forehead before hugging you to his chest and pressing another kiss to your hair. You take the opportunity to settle your hands on his waist, unable to resist the urge to touch him even as he laughs at you. “Go and get showered.”
There isn’t much room for argument as he pulls away enough to look down at you. The adoration in his gaze causes your face to go hot and you attempt to look away from him, but he stops you by gently tilting your chin up. His smirk is mischievous, but it does nothing to dampen the look in his eye, and the combination pools heat in your stomach. He doesn’t really kiss you; rather, his lips hover over yours and you can taste whiskey on his breath as he gives you a squeeze before stepping out of your way.
“Welcome home, love,” he says, obviously aware that he’s done it right this time. That he’s left you a little dazed and wanting more. He knocks his shoulder into yours, his large hand patting your bum as he passes you. “Go on. Dinner will be ready soon.”
♡ bonus. 1200words. it gets a little emotionally heavy |´∀｀●)
Dinner’s light —ahi tuna over summer salad, paired with a sparkling water you both fell for one summer in Italy— and eaten on the balcony, your knees tucked under his as you sit facing him instead of the view you all painstakingly searched for when you decided it was time to move in together. The fan at your back doesn’t do much to relieve the heat that’s yet to burn off but it does add a romantic edge to the night, underlining the old love songs playing from a speaker in the living room.
“Do you remember the first night we spent together?”
You look over your shoulder to see Kento making his way back to you from the kitchen with dessert: a bottle of wine and watermelon, cold and cubed in half the rind. “In my old apartment?”
“Yeah.”
He loads a chopstick with a few pieces of fruit and offers it to you before pouring a double serving of rosé into each glass.
A smile plays in your lips as you properly recall it, remembering the way his fingers felt when they brushed yours and the way the moon reflected in his eyes until he turned to face you instead of Tokyo. You’d only just realized how handsome he was (because of the honest way he smiled into the camera outside your door at the sound of your voice on the other side), all scarred sharp lines and soft brown eyes under his halo of blond hair, and it felt a lot like finding an old sweater you never knew you had.
It was heartwarming and nostalgic and filled you with a comfort you’d deny needing if anyone ever asked. But, everything seemed to shift, as though making sense for the first time, and it’s only ever become clearer and clearer. Even now as you look up at him you can’t help but feel that, in a lot of ways, you’ve never really left that moment.
You’re still on that old balcony, your center of gravity aligning with his. Willing and ready to take the next step. Whichever one he wanted.
Your cheeks are stuffed full of melon when your eyes meet his, and he huffs out a laugh so attractive that you think you might already be a little drunk. Especially as you go on to admit, “I spent the whole evening waiting for you to kiss me. Like, really kiss me.”
It’s tender under his gaze, the fondness in his barely there smile imprinting on you. As though he knows you’re putty under his attention, he takes mercy on you and looks away long enough to put a stopper in the wine bottle. “We got drunk and made out on the couch.”
You laugh, stabbing a larger piece of fruit and offering it to him. “That sounds so funny from your mouth.”
He takes your offering, tucking it into his cheek before asking, “Is that not what happened?” He slides your wine glass closer to you. “We really kissed until you fell asleep.”
“Yeah, but…” Your face is hot as you remember waking up tucked into his side as though it was normal. “That didn’t count.”
He chuckles. “Did it count in the morning?”
It did. He’d kissed you slowly and his mouth tasted like the honey tea you’d brewed while he showered. You’d probably fallen for him then, sitting next to him at your kitchen table.
“Yeah. It did,” you admit, lifting your glass toward him when you realize he’s waiting for you to drink. “What are we celebrating? The weekend?”
“I love you,” he offers, gently tapping his glass into yours.
His gaze moves from your face to your glass before focusing on your mouth as he waits for you to have some. Your face is hot from more than just the summer heat, and you let out a shaky laugh before taking a sip. You follow it with a cold piece of watermelon as he takes a sip of his wine and sets his glass to the side.
“I love you, too.”
He hums his acknowledgment, closing the small space between you and taking your face into his hands. His lips brush yours, only a breath closer than what he’d done earlier, and laughs at the embarrassingly desperate sound that slips from you.
“That’s a good reason, right?” He kisses the corner of your mouth.
He kisses you again, properly this time, and you part your lips eagerly as he fits himself between your legs. His free hand finds one of yours and draws your arm around his waist. He kisses you until you're breathless, tugging you to the edge of your seat —closer to him despite how hot it is. (It isn’t enough, really. Even as you feel sweat down your back, you can’t help but want more.)
“Hmm?”
“Yeah.”
His eyes fall closed when you lift your hand to brush his hair behind his ear. You encourage him closer and press a kiss to the corner of his prosthetic, following a line of scars down his face when he moans at the feeling.
“I wanted to start there. Here,” he admits. “…being your summer boyfriend. Because that was night I realized I wanted to be here with you one day.”
You can’t help the way you smile, all of the butterflies settling in your stomach to give room for something larger than yourself and your silly emotions.
“You looked at me like you really saw me from the moment we met.” He opens his eyes, a smile forming once he realizes you’re grinning at him. “But you smiled at me just like this before you dragged me over to the couch.”
“How can you even remember that?”
“Because people hadn’t seen me since the accident, love. All they saw were the scars. All they see are scars.” He kisses you again. “But that’s not the point. The point is I’d been living in a dark night until I met you. And then you smiled at me like you meant it, and you followed it by falling asleep on my chest…it was the first time I’d felt real in a long time. That I remembered there were still tangible things I wanted out of life.”
You swallow, laughing a little as you wrap both arms around his waist and press your face into his chest. “Ken…”
“Yes, love?”
“This feels different from you just being my summer boyfriend.”
“I already got you once,” he points out, the matter-of-fact tone of his voice offering you false-relief. “The stakes are higher this time.”
“Oh, are they?”
Kento pulls away, kissing your forehead before reaching for his glass and sitting back down. “Haven’t I always given you exactly what you want?” He takes a sip of wine before loading your chopstick up for a second time and holding it out for you to take a bite. “This confession is fair warning, love.”
You feel yourself short circuit when he wipes your mouth and sucks the juice from his thumb into his mouth.
“Warning?”
The sound he makes is off handed, as though you asking is inconsequential. It’s sexier than it should be, causing you to shiver in anticipation, every inch of you hanging on whatever it is he’s going to say next.
“You asked for it.”
♋︎ “sultry in the summer heat, i know with you we can’t be beat” — take me somewhere + “when you kiss me, you really kiss me/ tell me, how can you resist me?” —waterbirds
꒰ short and sweet slices of life, easy to read and daydream about. fun and light for summer. updates weekly ꒱
“I have a question….” You shift in your seat, leaning a little closer to him. “Do you, uh– do you want to be my boyfriend this summer?”
He blinks at you.
⓿ fall in love again, 419 words
you ask kento to be your boyfriend for the summer
❶ really kiss me, 446 words ⁺ ᵇᵒⁿᵘˢ
you and kento have dinner on the balcony
❷ say it slow , 2626 words
kento gives you a ring
❸ heart leaps
❹ early in july
❺ promise to—
❻ all at once
❼ to love you and be loved
❽ some summer
❾ like a flood
❿ tender hearts
⓫ truth worth confiding
⓬ sublimating
⓭ honey, flowers
⓮ the only road i know
⓯ simplicity
fyi! any images used do not speak the appearance of the reader. she has no major physical characteristics (except for long hair and glasses, neither of which are plot points).
also! this series was supposed to be posted last summer, but…idk what happened. it worked out well tho, because it was inspired by the lyrics above, from the song i’ll haunt you by tennis and they’re currently on their “last tour for a very long time” so i’ve been re-listening to all the albums. attending the show inspired me to pick this back up because their vibe is just…romance is real bc i feel it and here you can too, and i love that for nanami
kisaki wants you to play with his toys…again. wc6513
n_fw. it’s kind of a wild fever dream ride and hopefully it lives up to your memories anon who requested i repost it!! daddy/princess main pairing but the power play is very much…off; zip ties; oral (m! f! receiving); quasi-threesome; cuckolding; voyeurism; d/s secondary pairing; stop light system; kissing; fingering; ball sucking; rough sex; unprotected sex; creampie; squirting; dirty talk; spitting; cum eating; biting
“Hanma.”
Your hand hesitates over your chopsticks, eyes cutting over in your boyfriend’s direction. He dumps an obscene amount of ramen tare into his bowl, superficially unphased by his request. A request that breaks the rules. His rules.
“Again?”
The question sounds silly even to your own ears. You’ve never known Kisaki to say anything he doesn’t mean, not to you, but the idea of fucking his protégé for a second time just seems insane. Not to mention complicated.
“I know him,” he says, voice cool and even. “And, more importantly, I know you, Yn. You were both too gentle.”
Despite yourself, a small smile forms on your lips. “Are you living vicariously through me, baby? Do you want to fuck Hanma?”
“Yn.”
“It’s okay if you do. I'd love to watch.”
He sighs tiredly before eating a mouthful of noodles. “I want it to hurt.”
You turn your head to look at him and after a moment he looks back, expectation cloudy in his blue eyes.
In any other circumstance his request would be easy. You take an incredible amount of pleasure in being able to absolutely ruin him on a whim, but he isn’t wrong. You’d felt that desire for more in every touch of your body to Hanma’s, but both of you have soft spots for Kisaki (bruised and painful to the touch as they are).
There’d been an unspoken agreement between the two of you not to go very far; but, if you’re being honest with yourself, the opportunity to do it again causes butterflies in your stomach.
“Tell him to call me,” you say, leaning in to kiss your boyfriend’s temple.
He scowls, slurping some of his noodles a second later. “No.”
You laugh, getting up from your seat. “And don’t hurt your own feelings, Tetta.”
.
.
“See you later babe,” you say, pressing a kiss to Kisaki's temple.
“Yn,” he bites out, shoulders flexing as he sits with his arms still bound behind him.
“I'm going to grab lunch with Hanma.”
“Yn,” he says again, his annoyance all but dripping off of him.
You smile slowly, an innocent expression on your face as you look down at your boyfriend. “Yes, love?”
“Do not leave me like this.”
His arms and shoulders flex again as he works against the zip tie. You both know he can easily break free; the fact that he hasn’t is as thrilling to him as it is to you.
It’s an act of submission, of deference, and it leads you to his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck as you pepper his jaw with kisses.
“But, it’s so hot to know you’re here, bound to a chair in our bedroom. Thinking about how I’m out with your subordinate, treating him with your money–”
He groans, titling his jaw to give you better access, and you can’t help but smile against the thin skin just under his ear, your fingers brushing his hair behind his opposite ear.
“Who knows what we’ll do before we come back here, Tetta? I might deny you the opportunity to ever act on your little crush–”
“–It’s not a fucking crush, Yn–”
“–and just fuck him at his place…come home for you to eat me out.”
His cock begins to harden under the weight of your thigh. You pull away to meet his eyes, excitement rushing your body at the hunger in his gaze.
“Dirty boy,” you comment, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips before getting up. “Want me to suck you before I go? If you cum quick I'll let you finish in my mouth.”
You push his knees open and lower yourself between them, eyes never leaving his even as he drops your gaze to watch your hands slide up the length of his bare thighs. It feels reverent under his icy graze, drawing desire along your spine as your lips press kisses to his warm skin. “You said you want it to hurt.”
You pull his boxer briefs down just enough to take his half-hard cock in your hand, leaning in to suck at his balls as he groans in pleasure, stomach muscles flexing as he shifts his hips.
“And I only want to make you happy.”
You lick up the length of his cock and share a moan with him as you suck his head into your mouth, smiling up at him when he finally meets your gaze again.
“You wanna make me happy, huh?”
“Spit on it,” you murmur, free hand palming your breast over your top as he learns forward, lips puckered. Your own tongue twists in your mouth, desire thrumming through you, and you press up off your heels, onto your knees as spit falls from his mouth. Your lips meet his a breath later and he swallows your sigh, kissing you hungrily as you use his pre and spit to jerk him off.
“Yes,” you finally say against his lips before pressing one more kiss to them. “I love it when you’re happy, daddy.”
“Fuck,” he chokes out as you lean down and suck him into your mouth.
You bob your head, choking on it with every few strokes of your lips and tongue over him.
“S-say it again,” he bites out.
You pull off of his cock, jerking him slowly as you tilt your head to take his balls in your mouth again. His eyes roll in his head, lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he breathes your name.
“Daddy,” you grin at him, feeling his cock pulse in your hand. “Cum in my mouth.”
He groans as your mouth returns to him, hips thrusting upward as he fights to keep his eyes on you. You work your hand over what doesn’t fit in your mouth, fondling his balls just how he likes, and once you feel him on the verge of spilling into your mouth you massage the underside of his cockhead with the flat of your tongue.
He cums with a groan, swearing when you use your teeth to keep him from thrusting down your throat. Instead you let it pool in your mouth, hot and thick as you wait for him to finish and refocus on you.
You make a show of swallowing it after. “I'm gonna kiss Hanma when I see him. Let him taste you on my tongue before I let him fuck me stupid for you. Do you like that, daddy?”
He licks his lips slowly, hazy eyes tracking every inch of your face until he finally says, “I love you, sweet girl.”
It’s a yes. One he can’t even admit to because it breaks another one of his silly little rules. You stop yourself from smiling by busying yourself with tucking him back into his
boxers.
“Such a pervert,” you comment as you get up, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his full lips and patting his cheek in parting. “Be good for me, love.”
.
.
“In your bedroom?”
Kisaki perks up at the sound of Hanma’s voice, his cock going half hard almost instantly. His eyes settle on the bedroom door, waiting for you to walk through with his subordinate on your heels, all too eager to fuck you. He feels his mind going fuzzy with anticipation, with blind hate and anger toward a moment he’s anticipated and lusted after for far too long.
“Don’t you wanna fuck me where he sleeps?”
Kisaki bites back a groan as Hanma laughs. “You’re awful, Yn. Kisaski's a lucky man.”
He knows you shoot Hanma with a smile. He can see it in his minds eye and hear it in your voice when you say, “I can tie you to a chair and fuck him instead, if you want.”
There’s a slight scuffle that leads to you laughing and the sound of sloppy kisses. You moan sweetly, whispering something Kisaki doesn’t catch no matter how hyper aware he is of you.
“I should punish you.”
“Tetta takes punishment for me.”
The hair on the back of his neck stands as the pair of you stumble into the room. Your legs are around hanma’s waist, arms around his neck as he squeezes your bum and kisses you hungrily in the evening light.
“You lucky girl, too, hmmm?”
Your legs tighten around his waist as you rub yourself against him, and Hanma responds in kind, pulling you closer as he shifts his hips just enough to let you feel the head of his hard on. “Daddy takes really good care of me.”
Neither of you look at Kisaki, and he resists the urge to moan in pleasure under the weight of being ignored against hearing you say that. Instead, he focuses on each of your actions, watching Hanma lay you on the bed with hungry eyes.
“Yeah?” Hanma asks, unbuttoning and tugging your jeans off. “He's done something right, then.”
He leans in, kissing you breathless from where he sits between your legs. His hands smooth over your thighs and hips, sneaking under your shirt and drawing patterns across your skin as you whisper something that causes him to laugh.
“Yeah,” Hanma agrees, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it to the side. “I'm incredibly jealous.”
Kisaki looks at your face to see a deceptively sweet smile on your lips as Hanma sits between your thighs, eyes feasting on you. “I'm not going to play nice this time.”
He pulls his shirt off, tossing it on Kisaki's pillow, and the bound man clenches his jaw in annoyance even as his desire builds.
Hanma leans over you, fingertips skimming up your body until he reaches your collarbones. His hands wrap around the back of your neck, thumbs cradling your jaw before he brushes a kiss to the plush of your bottom lip, and you copy his actions, drawing your nails up his sides before circling his shoulders.
“Have you decided?” Hanma asks, the tone of his voice uncomfortably gentle for kisaki. “Will you submit to me?”
Kisaki squeezes his eyes shut at the thought before finally opening them as you say, “Yes. but I only have one daddy.”
Hanma kisses you hungrily, murmuring a fine as fire licks at every inch of Kisaki, jealousy over how easily you’ve handed your power over threatening to consume him. He feels his cock going harder, heart colder, and watches as Hanma grinds into your clothed pussy, hips mimicking fucking you.
You legs close around his waist, pulling him closer as you all make out. At length, Hanma pulls away, kissing down your throat and pulling at the cups of your bra to tease your nipples with his mouth.
“Are you even capable of being in charge, Hanma?” You taunt, fingers combing through his hair. “For as long as I've known you you’ve looked to daddy for direction.”
Kisaki bites back a laugh, but Hanma doesn’t bother. He fucking giggles as he rests his chin on your chest, watching you carefully despite being so obviously giddy from the jab. He even leans into your touch as you make another pass through his hair, more like an overgrown cat than Kisaki’s right hand man.
“I'm the best role model then, huh?”
You grin, eyes all but sparkling, and Kisaki feels his chest go hot for you. “Lucky you, cutie.”
“You know what he does to mouthy subordinates, yn?”
“Show me.”
Hanma squeezes your thighs, thoughtful as he ghosts the soft skin. Kisaki feels his skin tingling in anticipation, waiting for Hanma’s next move. But, he only draws his index finger up your pussy, eyes following the action as you tremble with excitement.
“Pretty,” he mumbles, making another pass over your underwear.
They’re a simple, black mesh pair, but fuck if you don’t know what they do to Kisaki when you wear them. He’d watched you put them on with knots in his stomach, knowing how good it tastes to eat you out with them on. And as he watches Hanma continue to rub his finger up and down your slit, pushing a little deeper between your lips each time, Kisaki can practically see the idea forming in his head.
Surprisingly, he only hooks his fingers in your underwear, pulling them to the side enough to tease your folds.
“Hanma-”
His other hand settles in your lower tummy, thumb brushing back and forth over the pudge there. “You’re so wet.”
“I’ve been thinking about you fucking me all day.” You grin and follow the admittance up by whispering something Kisaki can’t make out.
It causes Hanma to laugh, fingers fucking into you slowly. “Wanna say that a little louder?”
“Make me.”
“Show me, make me,” Hanma repeats, pressing into your stomach as he makes his way up to your breasts. “So fucking bratty,” he murmurs, playing with your nipples as you open your legs wider for him.
Your moans are sweet, quiet but constant, and Kisaki feels himself trembling as he watches.
“Is that what your daddy calls you?”
“Princess,” you tell him and he laughs, leaning over you almost immediately.
Kisaki watches Hanma brush your hair from your forehead, your hips rolling into his hand as you grip the sheets. He doesn’t say anything as he fingers you, just smiles as he watches you come undone, humming sympathetically when you begin to whimper.
“Haaa, fuck, Hanma. I’m so close-”
“I know.” His nose brushes yours as he stares down at you. “So sweet, princess, cumming so easily…dreams hardly do you justice.”
Your head turns in Kisaki’s direction, but your eyes are squeezed closed in desire, and he groans his disappointment as Hanma laughs, turning your head back in his direction and stealing your lips in a kiss as you cum.
Hanma sits back on his haunches, licking his fingers clean as he watches you come down. He gets up off the bed, pushing his jeans from his hips and pumping his cock in his fist. A smirk forms on his lips as you focus on him.
“Come.”
You sit up, shifting to sit on your knees before leaning forward and licking the head of his cock. Hanma groans and Kisaki exhales loudly through his nose, but your hand replaces his as you continue as though you’ve done nothing out of the ordinary. Kisaki swallows thickly as he watches you, hard cock drooling in his boxers, his eyes shifting up to look at Hanma as you suck him deeper.
He remembers thrusting into the wet warmth of your mouth hours ago, the feel of your soft lips wrapped around his cock as you gagged yourself every couple of strokes. He can practically feel it as he watches Hanma’s head fall back in pleasure, the curve of his throat oddly inviting.
“Suck my balls,” Hanma breathes, refocusing on you as the head of his cock, dark with desire, pops from your wet lips.
Kisaki watches him cradle the back of your head as you dip lower to suck his balls into your mouth.
“One at a time,” he murmurs, spitting into his other hand before fisting the head of his cock.
Kisaki can see the way your body trembles with desire from the sound, your eyes never leaving Hanma’s. And he continues to watch as you follow Hanma’s direction –moving from one to the other, taking them both, sucking and licking them into your sweet mouth with lewd moans of pleasure–, his own chest rising and falling with every strained breath of desire.
“Fuck you’re perfect, yn,” Hanma pants, hand shifting in your hair to cradle your face. “’m gonna cum– ha, fuck, ’m gonna- open your mouth- good girl. Suck my dick. Jus’the head, baby, that’s it. Fuuuuck– more tongue–”
Hanma groans, long and loud as he pulls you closer, pushing into your throat as he cums. You come up coughing, grinning up at him as he gathers what’s spilt from your lips and pushes it back into your mouth.
Kisaki watches you blink slowly, pushing up on your knees before closing the space between the pair of you. Your body falls into his, his soft cock against your stomach as your arms curl around his neck.
“Has anyone ever told you?” You ask, looking up at him adoringly. Kisaki feels jealousy licking at him and it makes his dick impossibly harder. “You’re very pretty, Hanma.”
“No.”
You pout, fingers playing in the hair at his nape as you tilt your head and lean closer to kiss him. “Maybe everyone’s been too afraid to tell you.”
His arm circles your waist, hand gripping your hip as he pulls you closer. Before he can say anything more, you kiss him deeper, smiling when he distractedly moans into it and using the opportunity to fall backwards on the bed.
He laughs, catching himself before he crushes you, but his lips are on yours as though you never parted. His hands roam your body, worshiping every inch of it, and Kisaki finds his own hands aching to touch you. It almost makes him dizzy with lust –with love for you as he watches Hanma kiss down your body, lifting himself off the bed and kneeling next to it.
Kisaki’s mouth waters in anticipation, eyes feasting as he watches Hanma push your legs open and press his face between your thighs. Your fingers pass through his hair, pushing him closer to your cunt and moaning as his arms curl around your thighs.
“Use your manners when you cum,” Hanma murmurs.
“Use your fingers if you really want me to.”
Hanma laughs and Kisaki grins at your tone as he tastes you over your underwear, the both of you moaning in pleasure. Kisaki groans over his throbbing cock, watching as Hanma eventually tugs your underwear off and eats you out properly, letting you fuck his face until you cum, your fingers buried in his hair and thighs closing around his head to hold him close.
“Ooohhh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you pant, head turning in Kisaki’s direction.
Your eyes open to him, just the edge of being fucked out, and Kisaki feels his muscles flexing as he watches you smile dreamily. “Thank you,” you say. “Thank you, thank you.”
“Fuck,” he says under his breath, leaning forward in his seat as Hanma brushes a kiss to your forehead.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, hand skimming your body as he climbs back in the bed. His cock bobs between his thighs, thick and flushed with desire, and it rests heavily against his stomach as he sits back against the headboard, eyes perfectly focused on you as you roll in his direction.
“You’re really good with your mouth.”
Hanma grins, thumb curving around the base of his cock as his fingers cradle his balls. “Yeah?” He asks as you rest your head on his thigh.
Kisaki nearly chokes as he watches Hanma brush hair away from your face, his hand settling there as he strokes his thumb across the curve of your cheek. Over the sound of his own heart beat in his ears he can hear you sigh contentedly.
“Better than your daddy?”
“He’s the best,” you say, and Kisaki wants to feel relieved but he knows you and your fucking mouth. “But yeah.”
Hanma smiles, terribly soft, and if Kisaki knew that this is how the pair of you were going to make it hurt he never would have suggested to do it again. Because every tender moment hits a little too close to home, especially as Hanma’s voice calling you princess seems to still be digging under his skin.
Hanma let’s go off his cock, one finger pushing it down as he guides you to the head. His mouth opens when you take it into yours, the corners of his lips ticking in pleasure. “Just the head,” he murmurs, moaning as you suck him.
His hand slides down the curve of your body, pushing between your thighs. “So messy,” he remarks as you whimper in pleasure. “You feel it fucking throbbing for you, baby? Can’t wait to fuck this pussy…” He breaks off with a groan, head falling back for a moment before he finally pushes you off of him.
He leans forward, not hesitating to kiss you as both hands wrap around your throat. Kisaki doesn’t like the position, he doesn’t like seeing another man so comfortable in his bed talking so sweetly to his girl.
It draws every inch of him alive, on edge, desperate even, to have you. But it doesn’t hurt enough yet, and he doesn’t want to ruin it.
“I want to see your pretty little face covered in my seed, yn.”
You laugh nervously, and in any other situation Kisaki would say no, but he wants to see how this is going to play out.
“Don’t say it like that,” you say, clearly a little embarrassed.
It causes hanma to grin darkly. “But it’s what I want, baby. I want to pull out of your sloppy little cunt and rub my wet cock all over your face. Want you suck my balls until I cum…look at you, you love it.
“Is that what you let your daddy do to you, baby? Just use you like a toy?”
You shake your head, and hanma’s grin twists.
“Oh that’s right,” he leans in and licks up your cheek, ending with a kiss just under your eye. “Your daddy lets other people play with you, huh?”
“There are rules.”
Hanma nods, thumb rubbing back and forth over the curve of your throat. “Remind me of them while I'm still of sound mind, yn.”
Kisaki feels his entire body tremble in desire.
“Sound mine?” You question incredulously, causing both men to laugh. “For you, anything goes. But I don’t want you to cum on my face. That would be a waste, sir.”
They both groan at your words, Hanma blinking a few times as though it’ll help him hear you better. Kisaki licks his lips slowly as he waits.
“Tell me,” Hanma demands, letting go of your throat when you whimper. He lets you lay back on his thigh, hand coming down to rub his cockhead to your lips as you talk.
“I want you to breed me” –Kisaki’s jaw clenches as Hanma all but purrs at your words– “cum inside. So daddy can eat it out.”
Kisaki groans as Hanma says, “Dirty girl…he does that for you?”
“No…but he does what I want.”
Hanma hums, “Fucking brat.”
“Princess,” you correct him, as though you want to hear him say it again. Kisaki bites his tongue to keep himself quiet at the idea.
“Come. On my lap, princess.”
You do as told, whispering something that Hanma quickly agrees to.
“Can I sit on it, sir?” You ask, already pressing up on your knees and angling your hips. He guides you, easing you onto his cock with his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Fuuuck yeah,” he groans once you’re seated. “Push a bit- good girl. Take it all– fuck that feels good.”
Hanma shifts, allowing Kisaki the perfect view of his cock balls deep in your cunt, and it leaves his hips jerking, buckling up into nothing as you wiggle and moan to get adjusted.
“You like it, baby? You like that fat cock stretching you out?”
“I love it,” you admit, slowly rocking and rolling your hips. “So big.”
“Yeah? I can feel your little cunt just choking me– haa, good girl, take what you need-” Hanma rambles as you begin to bounce on his cock, his large hand splayed across your hips to help you.
“Wanna cum-”
“As much as you want,” Hanma murmurs. “But I'm not going to stop until I'm done.”
You whimper, arms wrapping around his shoulder as you fuck yourself on his cock until you’re a trembling mess and Hanma is laughing, hands rubbing your body soothingly.
“It’s a lot?” he asks, making sense of your words. “I know it. And it’s fucking throbbing for you, baby.”
“L-love it.”
“I know– your little pussy is still pulsing around me,” he says as he eases out, shushing your whimpers of protest as he lays you down, pushing your legs open for kisaki to see how wet and swollen your already are, hole clenching around nothing as you continue to tremble and moan at his loss.
He pushes back in, folding your legs to your chest as he swallows your whimpers with a kiss. “Gonna breed you, baby. Relax. Let me take care of you.
“Feel that? Gonna fuck my seed right into you, gonna fill you up.”
He fucks you hard and fast, balls slapping against you with each thrust as you cry and beg for more beneath him until you’re cumming again, barely able to string words together.
Kisaki feels himself growing distracted as Hanma barely gives you a second, turning you to face Kisaki before laying you on your stomach and pulling your hips to meet him. You’re babbling, begging for more with please and thank you before gasping at the feel of him thrusting into you from behind, tears spilling from your eyes as it all becomes too much.
“F-fuck me hard,” you say, voice pointedly coherent. it draws chills to Kisaki’s skin as he watches on, taking in your unfocused gaze and open mouth as Hanma fucks you. Your fingers twist in the sheets, nonsense words still falling from your lips before you chant, “Hard, hard, hard.”
And Hanma –the absolute freak that Kisaki knows him to be– does, holding you down while he fucks into you, using your body for his own pleasure even as he soothes you with soft touches and words, and Kisaki feels impossibly hard now. Painfully hard as your eyes open wide, as though panicked. He’s seen the expression before, knows you're so close to actually letting yourself go that his cock throbs in desire.
Hanma seems to sense the change and Kisaki wonders if you’d warned him during your date.
“Color?”
You push your hips back into him, wordlessly begging for more as his thrusts slow. But Hanma stops you with his hands on your hips as he again asks, “Color?”
“G-green? Sir, please, keep going. Ha, yeah,” you moan as he goes back to fucking you. “Don’t stop, don’t stop–”
Hanma smirks, clearly pleased as says, “Arm– give me your arm. Both of them.” He folds them behind your back, gripping just below your biceps as he uses them for leverage, pulling you just barely off the bed as he fucks you and laughing when you groan headily in pleasure.
“Yeah? You like that, baby?”
“Yes, yes, yes–”
Your eyes flutter and roll as he fucks you, and Kisaki watches hungrily, his wrists working against the zip tie as he debates whether he should break it and jerk his cock at the sight of you. The both you –a little too pretty and too desperate, with depravity matched enough to fuck so desperately in front of him. It rattles and stretches his mind with lust and anger and pure gluttony.
“Fuck,” he says to himself, pressing his eyes closed when he realizes just how badly he wants to break free. He counts back from five, the sounds of your moans and whimpers bleeding into Hanma’s filthy words and forcing him to school his features.
You're looking at him when he opens his eyes, a smirk quirking the corners of your lips; awed, hungry desperation colors him, his eyes shining when they meet yours. You open your mouth to say something, but Hanma lets go of your arms to grip your hips, his thumbs pressing into the small of your back to angle you just right, and Kisaki can see the moment that your mind blanks of anything that isn’t your own pleasure.
“Haaa– yeah,” you say, so clearly deaf to your own voice as he fucks into you, hitting that spot over and over, and growling at the feel of your pussy sucking him deeper with each thrust.
Kisaki can nearly feel it himself as he realizes the memory of it.
“Yes, S-sir. Right there, r-right there.”
“Call me my name, yn.”
He leans over you, chest weighing into your back. If your gasp is anything to go by, it knocks the breath from your lungs, your lashes fluttering against your cheeks as your eyes fall closed. His hands slide down your arms, fingers twine with yours, and Kisaki watches in sick fascination, his heart pounding in his chest and cock throbbing in his boxer briefs.
“Yn,” Hanma breathes, arms folding around yours as he embraces you. His hips bounce off your ass as he fucks into you, leaving your back arching in an attempt to push your bum deeper into his lap.
“Call me by my name, baby. Let your little boyfriend know who’s fucking you like this right now.”
Despite himself, kisaki groans, shifting in his seat in search of some relief. His eyes meet Hanma’s for the first time all evening, his subordinate’s violet gaze reminding him that his cock impossibly hard; but, Kisaki holds it for a moment, silently admiring him before looking back at you.
You crack a smile, fingers tightening around Hanma’s as you pull his arms tighter around you. “Daddy knows, Shuji…L-look at him.”
Hanma leverages his weight, shaking free of your hold and sitting up off of you. His hands ghost your sides before his fingers trail your spine, leaving you shivering as he takes hold of your hips and fucks you harder.
“Why would I look at him when I can look at you?”
You mouth opens in pleasure, hands gripping at the sheets as you visibly begin to tremble. “Shu-Shuji. ‘m gonna cum, ‘m gonna– haaaa–fuck–”
He pulls you up, arm around your throat as his other hand finds its way between your thighs. “Gonna squirt for me this time?”
You whimper as Hanma rubs your clit. “Tol’you I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. I believe in you, baby…”
Kisaki strains against his bindings, hips thrusting weakly at the thought of you squirting for Hanma. You’ve only ever done it once for him, and it draws every inch of him on edge to think you’d do it now, with ‘punishment’ between your thighs.
“Your daddy was so proud of you for it, baby girl,” Hanma says as you whimper louder, tugging at the arm around your throat. “And ever since I fucked you, every time I jerk off I think of you doing it again– your sweet little body forcing my cock out as you make a mess of us.”
Kisaki watches as ‘sin’ pushes into your mouth, Hanma’s request for you to suck echoing in his mind as you do as told.
Your body bows, beautiful as Hanma uses you, but Kisaki feels his face go hot with nervous embarrassment when he hears you say, “Becaush he’sh da pwettiest.”
Your words are whined out, fucked out, near senseless around Hanma’s fingers, but Kisaki knows Hanma hears it because his pace falters for a moment.
“What?” He asks, pulling his fingers far enough from your mouth to make sense of your words.
“Y-you asked why you’d –hnnng, fuck, Shu– you-you’d look at him when you could look at me.”
Kisaki watches in fascination as your orgasm builds, feeling his own cock heavy and untouched in his shorts.
“‘s because he’s the prettiest.”
Hanma keeps his pace, heavy and hard as he fucks into you, drawing your body closer and closer to another orgasm.
It has to be your last. Kisaki knows you can’t take much more. That he’ll have to take care of your Hanma-covered body because you’ll be too far gone to even know you exist.
And he has to remind himself that he’d much rather cum inside you –inside your swollen and cum-filled sloppy-seconds it of a cunt– because fuck if the urge isn’t there to do it now, now, now, in his shorts like a schoolboy.
Hanma’s fingers drag across your lips before he takes your jaw in hand, cheek pressed against yours, and it doesn’t even take a second for Kisaki to realize both your gazes are focused on him.
“I think you’re the prettiest, yn. But Tetta is a close second.”
Kisaki’s face goes impossibly hot, cock so hard it’s painful, his body so on edge he feels like he’s going to snap.
“God, you feel like heaven around me,” hanma pants. “Like heaven to touch, baby…One more time for me, yn. Just relax-”
“Won’t happen like this…haa, god, it fucking- needa lay down, Hanma.”
His pace slows, fingers ghosting your thighs before he lets your body relax. Kisaki listens to the thank yous that fall from your lips, drinking them in as his shoulders flex in a way that finally snaps the zip tie. It goes unnoticed as you turn to lay on your back and lift your legs, arms wrapping around the backs of your thighs as you hug them to your chest.
“Fuck you’re so hot, Yn,” Hanma mumbles, lifting and turning you so that Kisaki has the perfect view of your pussy at the edge of the bed. He jerks his cock as his other hand rubs your folds, laughing at the way you jump at his touch.
“Look at you…pussy just begs for cock, huh?” He asks, easing two fingers into you and pumping them.
“Yes.”
He pulls you closer and groans as he pushes his cock back in. “You gonna squirt for me?” he asks, taking hold of your thighs as he fucks into you.
“Hnnnng, yeah– yes, I’m…a little slower, baby. Slower and harder for a second–”
He kisses you, mumbling something Kisaki can’t hear, but you quickly breathe, “Yes, sir.”
Hanma growls or groans– Kisaki isn’t really sure and doesn’t care as he watches him begin fuck you hard and fast, your hole gushing as you begin to tremble. “Ah, fuck, tha’s it–”
The sound of his skin slapping yours fills the air again, your moans and whimpers never ending as he pounds you, your ass jiggling and rippling with each thrust. And Kissaki can’t look away from the sight of Hanma’s dick sliding in and out of your pussy, balls slapping your ass, his mouth watering as he watches your juices slide down your asshole. His fingers ache to fill it nearly as desperately as his cock, but he resists by the skin of his teeth.
“A little more for me, baby girl– you’re doing so good for me- cum with me, yeah? Squirt all over my cock…lemme breed this pussy…”
His pace changes just barely before your asshole spreads and you’re crying out, Hanma thrusting a few more times before finally getting pushed out as you squirt all over the edge of the mattress. Your fingers come down to rub at your clit, [color] nails terribly sexy as you continue to cum, your juices squirting toward Kisaki as your holes clench and relax, hips jerking repeatedly upward toward Hanma. He jerks his cock against your folds, rubbing back and forth from your clit to your hole as your pussy sprays more and more. He cums with a choked groan of your name, continuing to rub his cock against you before stuffing his still-hard cock back into your hole.
“…gonna fuck it deep inside your needy little hole, baby…” He says, fucking your combined fluids into you as you mew and tremble in bleary pleasure.
And Kisaki watches as the mess sticks to your inner thighs, your asshole shining with Hanma’s seed so lewdly he swears his vision blurs for a second.
“Good girl,” Hanma breathes, balls tightening as he continues to cum inside you. “You did so well for me, Yn. Thank you, baby.”
It’s only when he kisses you that Kisaki realizes that you’d been thanking him tirelessly, continuing to follow the rule Hanma set earlier, and it’s fucking maddening to watch as your legs curl around Hanma’s waist to keep him close as you come down.
Hanma’s cock stays buried deep in you while Kisaki's throbs against his thigh.
“Ok,” he hears himself say, injecting himself into the scene as he gets up from his seat. He's on his knees in an instant, kneeling at the foot of the bed as Hanma pulls out. Your hand catches his wrist before he can stray too far.
“Daddy,” you say, voice teary and pathetic and so fucking sexy as his arms curl under your thighs. “‘m sorry about the mess–”
He pulls you to the very edge, nosing at your skin as he breathes you in. “It’s ok, princess,” he tells you, blue eyes meeting your fucked out gaze. “I love it, I love you. and I'm right here for you.”
Kisaki licks and sucks at your tender, swollen cunt, tasting the mix you and Hanma as he cleans you up. Your fingers twist through his hair, hips rolling weakly against his face; and even as he moans into you, in absolute heaven where he is on his knees, the thought of burying his cock inside you pulls him up off the floor.
he leans over to kiss you, gripping Hanma’s arm over your hand when he again attempts to sneak away. “Did you cum inside her?”
He pushes his boxers out of the way, fisting his cock and rubbing against your clit as he looks at his friend.
Hanma’s violet eyes bore into him, a strange mix of nervousness and desire swirling in his gaze. “Yes. Nice and deep…Good luck.”
You laugh softly as Kisaki lets go of Hanma’s arm, hand lifting to his face. “Good,” he says, thumb fitting over the curve of his cheek. “Thank you,” he says softly before he refocuses on you, pushing his thick cock in slowly.
“Tetta,” you gasp, hips pressing against his in welcome even as you shiver in overstimulation.
One of your arms curls around his shoulders as he buries his face in your neck and breathes in the sweet smell of your sweaty skin. He feels you rest Hanma’s hand atop his head and considers shaking it off until Hanma runs his fingers through his hair on his own. Your other arm wraps around him as he fucks into you, moaning at the feel of sliding in against your hot, puffy walls.
“A little more,” Kisaki murmurs as you cry into his shoulder, his arms wrapping under you to hold you still as he fucks you just as hard and deep.
“W-whatever you want, daddy.”
“Sweet girl–”
You whimper into his ear, clinging to him, “Did it hurt?”
Hanma’s finger traces the shell of his ear as he groans. “Like hell.”
You smile against his shoulder, disgustingly woping you tears and nose on his shirt sleeve, and Kisaki knows he’s absolutely fucked when it comes to you for the rest of forever because he doesn’t even mind it.
“Take it out on me…haa, oh my gosh,” you pant quietly, tilting your chin up as Kisaki bites your throat, his teeth sinking in slowly as his tongue drags across your soft skin.
“n’ let Shuji watch.”
super mushy bonus bc i love fluff. wc827
“How did it feel?” Kisaki asks, smoothing hair away from your face before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Fucking exactly how you described,” Hanma says, pulling his shirt over his head. “Didn’t expect to actually have to pull out.”
Kisaki grins, watching as his friend hovers awkwardly for a moment. “Are you good, bro? You can stay–”
“I really can’t. I can never do this again.”
“Oh,” his grin fades as he nods. “That makes sense, Shuji. I understand. Thank you.”
“Are you thanking me for fucking your girl or letting you clean my cum out of her?”
“Uh…both. We don’t usually fuck people raw so,” Kisaki shrugs, unashamed in front of his longtime friend. “This was the only time we had to live that fantasy.”
Hanma finally closes the space between them, leaning in to rest his head on Kisaki’s shoulder.
Kisaki hesitates for a moment before bringing a hand to the hack of Hanma’s neck, holding him there for some time. He swears his subordinate takes a breath of him before pulling away, eyes skirting him before abruptly leaving the bedroom.
The front door can be heard a moment later, and Kisaki stands there for a moment, attempting to process whatever it was that just happened.
“Shoulda kissed ‘im,” he hears you say.
You’re half smiling at him, blinking blearily, and Kisaki shakes his head as he climbs into bed. He pulls you close, tucking your head under his chin as he rubs your bare arm. When your arm slinks over his stomach he lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
“I don’t think I should have let him leave.”
You cuddle closer to him, tilting your head up to kiss his jaw. “How much do you want to bet he’s sitting outside of the apartment?”
Kisaki draws lazy patterns across your back, staring at the ceiling as he says, “What do you think he meant? When he said he could never do this again?”
The sigh you offer him feels terribly empathetic. “You’ve been his entire world for how long, Tetta. It’s been you and him for so long. Whether you recognize it or not, that’s love. And emotionally, what we’ve asked him to do twice…it’s taxing.
“You should really go and check.”
“If you go take a bath I'll call him.”
“Cruel of you to use my care for your guys against me,” you groan, but you sit up all the same. “Go and find him. He can’t have far.”
“Is it ok?” He questions. His request for guidance is honest in a way you can’t say you’ve ever seen from him. “What…what happens after? If…”
“If he comes back with you?” You clarify when his words get caught somewhere in his chest. “Whatever you want, Tetta. Shuji and I…were two sides of the same coin.”
“Yeah right.”
“Yours and weak for you in different ways,” you go on to say, ignoring his remark. “I think you love him like you love me.”
“That so?”
“And I could learn to love him like I love you. You know, instead of loving him because I love you.” You pull away, sitting up as you pull your legs to your chest and look over your shoulder at him. “I’ll get showered.”
Kisaki sits up, too. His lips brush your shoulder and then your forehead. “I love you.”
You grin, but he doesn’t notice as he hurries up out of bed, pulling on discarded clothes and smoothing his hands over his hair in an attempt to right himself. “Phone,” you remind him, pointing to where it’s on the charger before picking his glasses up from your nightstands. “Glasses.”
“You’re sure?”
“If you’re scared–”
His thumb skims your chin after he’s slipped on his glasses, the frames smart on his curious face. “Play nice, Princess…play fair.”
“I just wanna be good for you, daddy.”
He exhales in a rush, lashes brushing his cheeks distractingly. “You’re my sweet girl,” he reminds you, voice gentle in a way you know is reserved for only you. “You’re perfect for me.”
You flash him a smile before saying, “I find it fascinating that his cum tastes good.” He chokes on a laugh, shaking his head. “I assumed he ate nothing but cheetos and microwave ramen.”
“You’re both picky,” he comments. “And you both eat well.”
You wonder for a moment if he makes sure Hanma eats, too. The thought is more attractive than it should be. (More telling, too.) “You go– find him, if you have to. Explain yourself. Ok, baby? It’s worth it to me.”
“Yeah…” He pinches your cheek affectionately.
You catch his wrist and nuzzle into the palm of his palm, biting back a laugh at the way your criminal boyfriend shivers over the tenderness of the action before flushing ever so slightly and pulling away from you.
“Wait up for me…us.”
“Yeah,” you agree as he turns to leave the bedroom. “Always, love.”
might be a long shot but I randomly remembered your hanma(?) and kisaki c*cking fic from your old side blog today. it’s kind of a niche topic but you pulled it off so so well. any chance you’d be willing to repost it? no pressure at all, im happy to relive it from my memories haha
might be a long shot but I randomly remembered your hanma(?) and kisaki c*cking fic from your old side blog today. it’s kind of a niche topic but you pulled it off so so well. any chance you’d be willing to repost it? no pressure at all, im happy to relive it from my memories haha
might be a long shot but I randomly remembered your hanma(?) and kisaki c*cking fic from your old side blog today. it’s kind of a niche topic but you pulled it off so so well. any chance you’d be willing to repost it? no pressure at all, im happy to relive it from my memories haha
You look up from your iPad, eyes landing curiously on Nanami. He’s still in his tshirt –a plain, white silk-cotton blend you usually steal before he has a chance to slip it on in the morning– and his hair is still messy (proof that you all have done a grand total of nothing all morning). But, the sun is streaming through the balcony curtains and you can’t help the feeling that blooms in your stomach. (Soft and warm as it unfurls through every inch of you.)
“Ken…”
He hums his reply, not bothering to look up from the recipe book he picked up while you all were out a few days ago. It allows you a little longer to admire him, your eyes focused as he shifts his weight and leans a little more heavily into the counter. He has the pad of his thumb tucked between his teeth in thought as he drags his middle finger down the length of the page in review of the index. It takes a second or two more of silence for him to say, “I’m listening, love.”
“I have a question.”
“And I have an answer,” he thumbs through the pages and taps the one he’s looking for in victory before looking up at you with a pleased expression. “Hopefully, at least.”
You shift in your seat, leaning a little closer to him. “Do you, uh– do you want to be my boyfriend this summer?”
He blinks at you. “I’m already your boyfriend, Yn. Last I checked…”
“No, you are.” You spin your pen between your fingers before you let it snap to the side of your case and push the device aside. “But, you know… do you want to be, like, my boyfriend for the summer?”
“Different from what I’ve been thus far…” He tilts his head curiously. “I see. Ok...”
You laugh in surprise. “Really? That easy?”
“Do you want to fight about it?”
“Course not.” Your eyes fall briefly to where his fingers drum along the book page. “But, I just want to make sure you, um…” It feels so silly to even say -to do-, but his gaze is equally interested and amused as he waits for you to finish. “Do you know what I mean?”
“I’ll court you properly,” he nods, causing you to laugh a little over his choice of words. “Like I’m winning you over again.” He smirks at what you're certain is your face lighting up with excitement. “I’m looking forward to it, honey.”
thank you to @stigandr-the-cat for giving me the green light on this ♡(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)
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wc1017. it’s syrupy sticky sweet fluff. but it’s a hard fought realization, too, so there’s a slight edge to it. a confession, slight teasing, and a kiss.
“Everything ok?”
You sigh, barely moving from your still-as-stone position at the table. For a moment you consider what you may look like –elbows propped on the table and hands pressed to your eyes, a blanket falling off your shoulders–, and you consider laughing about it before deciding better of it. For as dramatic as it all is.
“Yeah.” Your voice comes out softer than intended. “You’re early.”
Nanami hums, carefully adjusting your blanket before quietly pulling up a seat next to you. You can feel his gaze on you and easily picture the way his brow creases in your mind’s eye, his concern for you utterly devastating. The fact that you can’t actually see him plays in your favor, given the circumstance.
“Imagine my surprise.” He leans in closer to you, the length of his arm fitting along your elbows before admitting, “I wanted to see you.” His leg presses into yours under the table. “Is that ok?”
“Is this?”
There’s a smirk in his voice as he says, “Of course.”
“Same.”
“Are you sure?” There’s an equally teasing and concerned tone in his voice. “You haven’t looked at me.”
“You’re too handsome. You’ll make my head hurt…more…You’ll make it hurt more.”
“Migraine?”
“No. “
“Regular pain?”
“No.”
“You’ve got to give me something, bub.”
The little sound that slips from you at the nickname is wholly embarrassing. “Really wanna know?”
“Yes.”
“It might upset you.”
He’s quiet for a moment before murmuring, “Tell me.”
“I’m in love.”
“I see.” His concern shifts to amusement. You feel it as though it’s tangible. “Are you certain?”
“Yes.”
“That’s quite the affliction.”
“Tell me about it,” you sigh. “It’s taking a lot out of me.”
“Quite burdensome, too,” he contemplatively adds.
“…yeah.”
His voice is low and teasing as he goes on to say, “And it’s catching,” as though it’s a secret. “I, um…I might have given it to you. Sorry.”
You smile, hands sliding over your hair as your head falls forward to lay on the table. “I knew it.”
He laughs, leg weighing a little heavier into yours. “Yn. Look at me.”
You do, straightening to your full height and feeling oddly relieved when you lay eyes on him. It’s been the case for a while now, but it feels a little different now. As though accepting that you're in love with him has made something easier.
“I’m not actually sorry.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to.”
He drops your gaze, a small smile on his lips. “That took awhile for you, huh? To come to terms with?” He offers you his hand, palm up, and his fingers curl around yours seemingly before your hand even touches his. His eye meets yours again, perfectly clear and honest. “…It’s been awhile for me. I didn’t want to burden you with it before you were ready.”
“Why do you call it a burden?”
“Because I know you.” His lips brush over your knuckles.
“It isn’t the right word.”
He hums thoughtfully before saying, “Overwhelm.”
“Yeah…I’ve loved you for a long time.”
“I know.” His thumb strokes the back of your hand tenderly. “I felt it.”
“Oh…” Your chest goes hot. Limbs tingly. Your stomach feels full and sated, brain quiet for the first time in a long time. “I feel relieved.”
“Me, too…don’t look at me like that. You’ve been making yourself sick over it…the idea of having to explain to my loving girlfriend that she was physically ill because of her love for me is not ideal.”
“That’s…fair. I probably would have taken it well. I think. Because I trust you. I love you.”
“Good to know,” he tells you, a soft smile on his lips. “I love you, too. I’m in love with you, too.”
Your fingers tighten around his. “Thank you, Ken. For being patient with me.”
“It’s easy.” He gives your hand one more squeeze before getting up and stretching. “Are you spending the night?”
“Yeah.”
“Good,” he pulls his phone and wallet from his pocket, seeing the latter on the table. “You’re nice to come home to.”
You watch as he scrolls his phone, distractedly admitting, “I was at home when we spoke…you weren’t there.”
He pauses, looking over but not quite at you with a curious expression on his face. As you realize what a silly thing it was to say (of course he wasn’t at your apartment, he’d been just about to board a flight back from his ‘boys weekend’ when you spoke a few hours ago), he doesn’t ask what you mean. His silence would be fever inducing if you hadn’t spent the last few days accepting the fact that you’re in love with the man. That you have been for longer than you can really fathom.
He doesn’t ask, you go on to realize, because he already knows: you just wanted to be close to him. Closer to him.
“I was thinking Thai,” he tells you. “You want your usual?”
“Yeah…but, um…Can I have a hug? And a kiss?”
His cheeks flush, incredibly endearingly, and you swear your heart skips a beat. “You needn’t ask…”
Nanami sets his phone down before he comes to stand in front of you, holding his hand out for you to take. He guides your arms around his waist as you stand up, his other hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he hugs you to his chest. The contented sigh that he lets out is just as comforting as his arms around you.
He lets you go after indulging you, hand moving to cup your cheek. His eye is already on your lips, but he strokes his thumb tenderly across your cheek as though savoring the moment before he leans in. You tilt your chin to meet him, but he doesn’t kiss you. Instead he meets your gaze briefly with a small, cheeky smile playing on his lips.
“Yn.” His breath is warm and sweet. You grip his shirt in an attempt to ground yourself as your head positively swims. “Welcome home.”
wc 1803. sex mentioned but not a plot point. kissing. hurt/comfort if you squint but really just a…majestic kind of…admittance of possession.
a/n: kenpachi isn’t human here, but he isn’t really shinigami. it’s a modern world au and he’s otherworldly.
“Oh,” you startle, eyes wide as you spot Kenpachi. “Um. Hi.”
He looks you over in a way that would be offensive if you didn’t know him, but you still shift self consciously under the sheer weight of it. “You’re late.”
“Excuse me?”
His eyes shift from you to the clock in wordless explanation before his gaze returns to you expectantly. It causes you to laugh as you kick your shoes off and hang your bag in the genkan. You aren’t completely surprised by him -he almost always shows up when you’ve had a bad day-, and even as you roll your eyes you can’t help the way seeing him again makes your body tremble in relief. As though his presence alone makes something about life easier for you.
“Grow up, Kenpachi.”
He laughs, getting up from where he’s sprawled on your couch -it’s really too big for your apartment, but it fits him, and somehow that sums up your entire relationship better than anything ever could- and you watch in shameless fascination as he stretches, equally distracted by how massive he is and the fact that he’s dressed casually (you’ve no clue if he even knows who The Punisher is, but his skull is stretched across his chest). It’s the sliver of skin revealed between his shirt and jeans that snaps you out of it, your cheeks hot as you look back at his face to see that you’ve been caught.
How embarrassing. “Why are you here, anyway?”
He follows you into your kitchen, dwarfing the doorway but making you feel more safe than crowded. “You called me.”
You freeze, the switch on your kettle flipping only because you’d started to do it before he’d opened his mouth to suggest such a thing. No- to confirm such a thing. It leaves your palms tingling.
“Cut the shit. You aren’t surprised,” he tells you, rolling his eyes when you finally glance at him. “You called it last time…you weren’t wrong.”
You lean against your counter, folding your arms over your chest as you avoid looking at him. “I, um. I didn’t expect to see you again after that last conversation. I really upset you.”
“You told me to grow up then, too.”
“Did I?”
“You told me to grow the fuck up, actually,” he joins you in the kitchen, reaching over you to grab a teacup and saucer from the cabinet. “And then you went to bed.”
You laugh, rubbing your face tiredly. Despite your being hyper aware of him, you feel a bit like going to bed now. Like if you laid down you’d be able to make a little more sense of him admitting to the power you hold over him.
“So I did.”
“Congratulations.” You watch as he plucks a tea blossom from your collection and settles it in your cup, the sight of such a…man…doing something so delicate causing you to go fuzzy-brained. “What does it feel like?”
“Growing up?” He asks, just barely glancing at you. “It’s itchy. A pain in the ass.”
You realize he’s teasing you. Admitting that you affect him. Change him. It leaves your heart speeding up in your chest but you don’t acknowledge the joke at all because the truth is that you’re a new person entirely since meeting him.
“I meant: how does it feel when I call for you?”
“I’d have to fuck you for you to understand,” he deadpans, causing you to exhale a breath you hadn’t even been holding. It leaves you feeling as though you’ve just run laps. “Differently. You wouldn’t like it…or maybe you would. Sicko.”
You laugh, shaking your head. “Why are you really here, hmm? You could have texted me.”
His lip curls in disgust. “Whadju want me to say? That I wanted to see you?”
“If it’s the truth.”
“I needed to see you, woman.” He lifts your kettle from its dock, gaze searching your face. “You’ve…left your mark on me. n’ no one ever has. You call, I come.”
“But, what does it feel like?” You question. “When I see you,” you hesitate a moment, surprised when he goes perfectly still over your words, as though it’s something he has to hear. “It feels similar to being drunk. Just a little, enough to enjoy it. To know you shouldn’t have another even as you order a double shot.
“I bought a couch I have to crawl over to get across my living room so you could be comfortable in my home. A bed that eats every inch of my bedroom…I got a car I knew you’d be able to stretch your legs in. I’ve adjusted and readjusted to fit you, Kenpachi.
“You fill my life and I allow it. I love it. It gives me purpose. I just… want to know if I offer you something meaningful in return.”
“Alive,” he admits, eyes never leaving yours as he pours the water over the tea blossom. “You make me feel like this. Watch. Understand.”
You do as told, watching as it blooms, just barely fitting in the cup as the water stains. He lets it spillover for a moment, head tilting to catch your eye as he sets the kettle back down.
“I fill your life? Give you purpose?” He questions, the rough edges of his voice not even dulled for this. “This…this man” -he says the identifier like it takes a lot out of him, as though he’s never referred to himself in such a way, and you’re reminded that Kenpachi has quite literally shrunken himself to fit into your life. That you only understand a concept of him- or, perhaps, an aspect (it’s an easier thought to wrestle with if you don’t think too hard about it).
The reminder causes you to recall the way your body used to react when he got too close, flight or fight mode activating as he blurred the fringes of your consciousness to make you understand. (And, maybe, to make himself understand, too. Depending on who is what in his tea-demonstration.)
“-only exists ‘cuz you willed it. ‘m like a fuckin’ dog.”
“You can’t compare yourself to blooming tea and a dog.”
“Just did.”
You can’t resist the urge to roll your eyes, but you hesitate when you realize he’s still carefully watching you. Before you can say anything, he pushes the saucer closer to you with the curve of his knuckles, his touch so gentle that it doesn’t even disrupt the surface despite being filled to the brim.
Somehow, it feels like a request as much as it does an offering.
And you think you understand it, then, staring at the cup. With water swollen against the lip and a flower nestled into the bottom, with the safety net of the saucer…you realize that it’s about actualization. For the both of you.
You reach out to him, fingers splaying over the swell of his chest to feel his heartbeat underneath. He surprises you by leaning into your palm, his lashes heavy against his cheeks before his gaze meets yours again.
“A dog, huh?”
He huffs out a laugh, his hand settling flat against yours for a moment before his fingers curl around your wrist.
“I never wanted a dog.”
“Too bad.” He pulls your hand away from his chest and guides it instead up to his face. “I followed you home” -he smirks when a laugh bubbles out of you, his eyes falling closed as he brings your wrist up to his nose and takes a breath of you- “Oh. Is that funny to you?”
“Did you follow me?” You ask, stepping closer to him when you feel his lips against your skin.
“You’re right. You dragged me by the fuckin’ ear-”
“There he is,” you say, sucking in a breath when he nips at the thin skin of your wrist. “That’s my Kenpachi.”
“-fed me. Collared me-”
“That’s extreme.”
“What is love, then?” The question startles you into silence as he returns your hand to his chest. “Would you prefer I say you saddled me? You broke me?
“You call, I come. You ask, I’ll give anything to you. For you, Yn. I don’t know how to explain the feeling to you. You…are, and I am. It is what it is.
“Don’t ask me to explain it in any more words.”
“I won’t,” you agree, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around his waist as you cushion your cheek against his chest. “I’m sorry I’m late. I’ll keep you in mind from now on.”
“Don’t get dramatic, woman.”
You smile, cuddling closer when you feel the heat of his hands hovering at your back. At length, he rests one on your waist as the other settles on your shoulder to return your embrace.
“You make yourself my responsibility and then tell me not to get dramatic?” You ask, pulling away enough to look up at him. He watches you through his lashes, following as you lift a hand to face. As he leans into your touch, you find yourself awed by the way he’s softened under your attention. “What am I in your little demo? And what are you?”
He makes a sound of acknowledgement, something between a grunt and a hum that tapers into a sigh when you stroke your thumb across the soft skin of his cheek. “There’s no difference.”
“I understand.”
“Do you?”
“You are,” you echo his earlier sentiment. “And I am. We’re our…fully realized selves because of it. Right?”
His arms tighten around you before he lifts you to sit on your counter and fills the space between your thighs, his eyes seeking out yours as he braces his hands on the countertop. After a few seconds of his intense gaze (of soul searching, you suppose, because more than just your body feels the weight of it), he leans in and nudges his nose against yours.
“Should I bark?” He questions, his low, deep voice particularly gentle despite the teasing question.
It causes you to grin, your fingers trailing up his torso and over his shoulders. You brush his hair behind his ears before deciding to tease him yourself and allowing your hands to close around his throat. He surprises you by allowing it, his body relaxing on an exhale.
“You’d look pretty in a collar.”
This time, he grins at you, all sharp edges as he says, “Mmm. Give me one.”
You start to laugh, but he swallows it with a kiss that leaves you sighing into his mouth before he pulls away to kiss down your jaw and throat. “‘m serious,” he murmurs. And then, as though you all hadn’t just had a whole conversation, he says, “Welcome home, Yn.”
“Yeah,” you say as you wrap your arms around him to hug him close. You, too, Kenpachi…”
i'll shoot my shot then! Lately i've been dealing with a fibromyalgia diagnosis so I was wondering if I could request something fluffy, maybe comfort w nanami and reader dealing with chronic pains, totally okay if you don't feel like writing it tho, no pressure!!!!
i got you babe 💯
fr tho my sister and gram have it so i know how it can be second hand and i have my own chronic issues so yeah….some comfort kento coming up within the week-ish
