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»» Mikey + Draken
His lazy smile as he watched his best friend wreck you on his huge cock made your pussy flutter,"S'fucking tight," Dark strands of hair brushed at your neck and soon teeth clamped around your nipple. Your nails dug on his broad shoulders with a whimper. Large hands gripping your hips bounced your smaller frame on the dragon tattooed man's lap,"Oh fuck, if you keep squeezing me like that," Throwing his head back, Draken let out a throaty growl. Familiar fingers wound around your chin, tilting your face to face your boyfriend's,"You're close, aren't you?"
You squeal out a meek "yes" Which makes the shorter man laugh,"Then be a good girl and go ahead n' cum on Ken-chin's cock for me, hm?" With trembling thighs, you cried out when Draken hit your sweet spot with consecutive hard thrusts and triggered your orgasm, "Gonna fill you up real nice, princess." Your forehead fell on his shoulder, skin hot on yours. Panting as you come down from your high, you hear Mikey's chuckle,"You look so fuckin' sexy like this, angel." His lips curled into a smirk when Draken choked out your name in a broken moan as he came inside you. His eyes followed the wet spurts between your legs,"With his cum dripping down your thighs."
»» Shinichiro + Takeomi
"Oh, baby," Your boyfriend coos, his soft voice lost underneath your moans,"You gotta keep it down unless you want them to find out." The fingers gripping your hips tightened, digging tiny crescents into your skin,"Fuck- she's clamping down on me," The other man grunts and you could feel every twitch of his cock against your gummy walls. The erotic situation made your cunt drip, any faint sound and you're sure the others outside will know what you three are up to in here.
Your wrists struggled under Shinichiro's hold,"Please," Large palms held your body down on the couch,"Stop squirming, y/n." Takeomi husks in your ear,"And be quiet, the others are right outside." He says that yet with how he's pumping his cock inside you cunt, he wants you to scream. The scarred man above you laughs breathily as your back arches with a cry on your tongue when he thrusts too deep. His hands slide down to grab your thighs, fingers squeezing the supple flesh,"Shin," His dark haired boss hums at the mention,"Maybe you should call Wakasa next."
»» Izana + Kakucho
Your teeth gnawed at your lower lip but still the moans managed to slip past. Amused lilac eyes stared down at you,"He's good, hm?" The man behind you was grunting as his hips slammed into yours. Izana caressed your chin, admiring your face as your mind gradually went blank from his friend's cock hitting that spot inside you. Tanned thumb stroked at your warm cheek before gripping your neck. The sudden change in his eyes scared you but your cunt tightening around Kakucho's cock said otherwise,"Better than me?"
"Answer him." Rough fingers pinched your clit as the scarred man slid his hand around your waist. Your limbs trembled from the stimulation and you cried out a "yes" Without thinking. You couldn't help the whimper that escaped your mouth when you saw the sadistic grin on your boyfriend's face,"Yeah?" Hastily you correct yourself,"No, 'zana, I'm sorry, didn't mean-ah!" Your words died down to a moan with Kakucho's deep thrust. Both men chuckled at your attempt, you're so cute when you slip up. It gives them a reason to punish you.
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»» Mikey + Sanzu
The fingers around your neck squeezed harshly. Your whimper of protest dissolved in Sanzu's mouth as he slipped his tongue in yours,"Aww," He moans, tone condescending while he watches you squirm under him. Gripping the headboard to balance himself, Sanzu thrusts roughly into you, fat cock bullying inside your tight hole,"You're so fuckin' wet,"
"Turn you on to fuck your boyfriend's vice commander, hm?" His teeth bit your lower lip after his whisper fell hot on your face. Squeezing your eyes shut when you felt the tears prick. Your hands clawed at his back, nails leaving pretty red lines on the rippling skin as he continued to fuck you into the mattress. Sanzu's hand tightened dangerously on your throat and soon you're nodding, crying all pathetic for him,"What a little slut you got Mikey." Pink hair smoothers your face as he falters with a grunt,"And she's about to cum," Gripping your cheeks, Sanzu turns your face to the side and brushes his lips on your cheek,"Look at him as you cum, whore." Lashes fluttering open, you lock eyes with the man sitting on the chair, his bleached hair framing his face like an ethereal halo. The corners of his lips turn up into a smirk when you let out a scream. Mikey sure loves to watch you all wrecked under his vice commander.
the buzzing of the neon sign hanging on the building behind you is slowly but surely driving you crazy. you’ve been standing here—in the cold, because you forgot to grab your jacket when your boyfriend had texted you—for about thirty minutes now. you’re about two seconds away from saying screw it and going home.
in fact, maybe you should. because this is getting ridiculous at this point.
he doesn’t come over anymore. he used to stay the night at least once a week, sleep with you in your bed, leave the smell of his shampoo on your spare pillow and cologne in your sheets.
his scent has well faded by now.
he doesn’t text you every night to let you know he’s made it back to his place safe. messages used to light up your phone, make it buzz on the nightstand, to ease your worries a little.
your phone’s been silent lately.
he doesn’t come into your work to surprise you. walking in with his hoodie up and mask over his face to lean over the counter, pulling the fabric down enough to kiss you before leaving.
work has been really slow.
he’s not texted you to come out lately. he’d be waiting outside your apartment building on his motorcycle, already holding a helmet out to you to take you on a late night drive.
motorcycles are starting to feel foreign.
and now, he’s finally texted you. reached out to you. connected for the first time in a month. only to have you meet him here, in the worst part of town, alone at three in the fucking morning. and to be honest, it stings a little.
he used to tell you to never go here, never venture to the rough parts of your city, especially not without him. because he cared for you, worried for you, wanted to keep you safe.
but now you’re here; standing under the stupid buzzing neon sign and dodging guys who look at you for far to long as they walk past.
and you’re thinking—maybe this is it.
your eyes are focused down one end of the sidewalk, simply waiting, when a hand wraps around your wrist. instantly, your heart stutters. everything draken has ever taught you about self defense seems to fizzle out of your brain. you twist around, tugging at your wrist, struggling to get away when—
“hey,” a familiar voice sounds, another hand reaching to cup the side of your neck. “calm down, it’s me.”
as your eyes finally pick up on the familiar black hoodie, a mask tugged below his chin, bangs that have slipped out of a braid hanging loose in dark eyes, the fight seeps out of you. but the lump in your throat seems to become far more prominent.
“you—you asshole! you scared the hell outta me!” you sputter, pulling your wrist out of his grip and taking a step back. you don’t miss the furrow in his brow at your action, the flicker of confusion in his eyes.
“i’m sorry,” he says instantly, taking another step towards you. when you take one back just to keep the distance, a frown tugs at his lips. “why are you being this way? can i not have a hug? i miss yo—“
“you miss me?” you spit. your lash line feels wet and you feel like an idiot for crying, but you can’t help it. “you’ve been awol for a month. and you text me to meet you here? of all places? yeah, sorry i’m a little off put, draken.”
he winces at the name, and while yes, it is his name, he doesn’t like it when you use it. because to you he’s always been ken, ken ken, kenny. not draken, not the part of him that’s harsh and violent. his heart breaks, just a little.
“can you,” he pauses, closes his eyes as he swallows before focusing back on you. “can you please just come with me for a moment? i’ll explain everything, i promise.”
and maybe it’s the fact that when he reaches for your hand now, the touch brings you comfort you’ve been longing for. and maybe it’s the fact that his eyes are pleading, genuinely serious as he looks at you. and maybe it’s the fact that no matter how much you want to hate him right now, you still love him more than that.
but whatever the reason, you nod.
he leads you off the main sidewalk and to a dark alley. you notice his motorcycle parked there and he takes you to it, has you lean against the seat as he stands in front of you.
then, with both hands on the sides of your face, he kisses you. and you kiss back.
because, fuck, you’ve really missed this. you’ve missed his palms on your cheeks, his lips against yours, the warmth that radiates off his chest when he’s this close, and just him, in his self. you’ve really missed him, so much.
“i’m really sorry,” he whispers as he pulls away. a drop of liquid hits your cheek and you realize he’s crying as he straightens back up. “i shouldn’t have just ignored you like that with no explanation. it was shitty.”
“yeah. really shitty,” you agree, instantly, as your fingers wrap around the front of his hoodie. “i just.. why, ken? did i do something wrong?”
“no, never,” he shakes his head, retracting one hand from your cheek to wipe at his own. “there’s just been some stuff going down.”
“what stuff?” you push, standing up from his bike seat. “i told you from the beginning that you have to tell me when things happen. i need to know, so i don’t worry myself to death. you really freaked me out this past month. so tell me what the hell is going on.”
the way draken tears his eyes away from you, bites his lip to stop it from wobbling, pulls his hand back so you won’t feel it tremble—it’s all heart wrenching. you’ve seen him upset, of course, but he’s never looked this way.
he’s never looked this scared.
“mikey got wind of some rival gangs banding together,” he speaks up after a few silent moments, still refusing to look at you. “they wanted to deliver a real blow to us, do something to really tear us down. break us.”
your fists bunch up the material tighter.
“i guess we had some rats we didn’t know about, they went and blabbed some personal information. which would’ve been fine if it was about us, we wouldn’t have given a fuck. but it..”
“..was about someone else,” you finish, eyes wide as the realization sets in.
“we didn’t know what to do. mikey said we all needed to distance ourselves until it got resolved. no visits, no calls, no texts. we didn’t know if they could track any of that. but we finally got them all tonight and i just—“
more tears slip from the sides of draken’s eyes but he pulls you into his chest before you can catch more than a glimpse of them. his arms are tight around you, as if he’s scared you’re going to vanish into thin air.
“i’m sorry, i just didn’t want anything to happen to you. i wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”
and suddenly, you feel like a complete and utter jerk for ever having it within yourself to say you hated your boyfriend. because while yes, you wish he would’ve told you so you wouldn’t have been so sick over it, he did it to protect you. he’s always looking out for you it seems, even when you don’t know it.
you wrap your arms around him to return the embrace, to cling to him in the way you’ve wanted to for the past month, when you’re greeted with a hiss.
“ah, maybe not there,” ken laughs, a little watery as he pulls your arms to rest lower. “just a little sore.”
you raise an eyebrow at him, retracting your arms all together and pulling his hoodie up his chest. you ignore his grumbles as you inspect his sides, using your phone’s flashlight to get a better look. the nasty huge bruise on his ribs makes your smile slip into a frown.
“kenny.”
“it’s nothing.”
“how long has this been here?”
there’s nothing but silence. you press your finger against the bruise.
“fucki—like three days okay? i’m fine, stop pressing on it,” he huffs as he tries to weasel away from your touch.
“and i’m guessing you didn’t go see doc.” it’s not a question, but draken grumbles out a ‘no’ in response anyways. with a sigh, you tug his hoodie back down and pocket your phone. “well c’mon, let’s go.”
your boyfriend begrudgingly takes a step forward to his bike, about to swing a leg over to get on, when you pull at his sleeve.
“i don’t think so. i’m driving.”
“you? so what, you just gonna make sure i end up bruised and dead now?”
you roll your eyes at him, flinging your leg over and straddling the seat. with a half smile half smirk, you pat the spot behind you.
“well i can’t hold onto you so do you want me to just fall off?” you quirk, and draken slips behind you almost instantly. “besides, you and i both know i’m a good driver.”
“yeah, good at running over garbage cans.”
“that was one time!”
you look over your shoulder to glare at the man behind you. he’s just smiling, eyes crinkled a little at the edges as his arms wraps around you, leaning a little closer. cursing him under your breath, you start to turn back around.
“hey,” he stops you before you slip on your helmet. you look back over your shoulder. “i really missed you.”
with your faces so close, you can’t help but lean in to kiss him. it’s slow, steady, and smiles twist up both of your lips before you even have a chance to pull away.
“you’re lucky i love you,” you whisper, a cant to your lips that makes draken smirk, “because i would’ve killed you.”
“yeah,” he chuckles, arms tightening around you as you slip the helmet on and flip up the kick stand. “i’m sure you would’ve, baby.”
omgggg how about when you’re arguing (nothing major, just a small disagreement) and you just randomly go “gimme kisses for being rude” 😩 that would be so cute omg. feel free to pick the characters, would love to read anything from you!
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this would be me being annoying and then still demanding attention after that bye. also ndjsjdjd thank you for letting me pick the characters i love when ppl do that
✿ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 rubs his temples as he glares at you, tired of the your stubbornness and how stuck you both have been for the last thirty minutes. it felt like you both had been going in circles, and his patience was starting to wear thin. “you know what, y/n? forget it, i’m over this,” he growls, grabbing his jacket to toss on. before he could, you pull it out of his grasp, scowl on your face as you huff. “no, you’re not going anywhere. give me kisses, you asshole, you hurt my feelings.” he pauses, blinking twice as he stares at you bewildered for a moment before his lips slowly turn into a grin, a snort escaping him before you’re both hunched over laughing. grabbing your wrist, he tugs you into his chest, shaking his head amused. “come here, you pain,” he grins, pressing kisses all over your face, each one a reminder that he’s sorry, and that he loves you, even if he doesn’t always say it.
✿ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 pouts as you refuse his offer to cuddle, staring at you in shock when you scoot away from him. glaring, you turn to face him, eyes narrowed as you shove his arm away when he extends it to you again. “no, i’m not cuddling you like nothing happened. you better give me kisses for yelling at me.” scowling, he huffs, crossing his arms and looking away to the side. you don’t have to see his face to know he’s pouting once more. “no, i’m the one who deserves kisses, not you,” he grumbles, but slowly, he scoots closer to you, hesitantly laying his head on your chest. he relaxes when you don’t pull away, latching onto you and burying his face into your shirt. “you’re really annoying, you know that?” you mutter, but he knows from the gentle threading of your fingers through his hair that all is forgiven, and he shows you the same with a kiss to your jaw.
✿ 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈 groans as you keep yelling, falling back onto the couch and pinching his nose. glaring at you, he doesn’t let you finish your sentence before he cuts you off. “i’m gonna go home if you don’t quit nagging, you know.” pausing, you sigh, shaking your head in defeat before turning to leave the living room and head to your bedroom. “fine, show yourself out then since you don’t wanna finish this—” you’re tugged back against a sturdy chest, his arm on your waist and his forehead pressed to yours. “you’re just gonna walk away from me?” pouting, you shove his chest lightly, but his arm tightens its grip on your waist, keeping you flush against him, and he doesn’t think he ever wants to let go. “you owe me kisses for being rude,” you mumble. chuckling quietly, he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, pulling away to peck your forehead and cheeks too. “there. now be quiet, would you?” and his lips meet yours once more, a deeper kiss this time, one that tells you all the words he can’t always put together.
✿ 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀 sighs deeply, sinking onto his bed and rubbing a hand over his face. shaking his head, he stares down at his hands, unsure where to go from here. he looks up at you when you clear your throat, eyebrows furrowed. “well, if you’re done being rude, i think i deserve kisses as an apology,” you glare, making him slowly crack a smile, a soft laugh falling from his lips as he holds an arm out for you. pulling you to his lap, he litters kisses all over your face, making you giggle with each one. “there. that enough? cause i think it’s my turn now, you were pretty rude too,” he smirks, pulling you closer as you cup his cheeks. and with a peck to his nose, you pull him into a heated kiss, hands fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck. you know he wants to let go of the fight just as much as you do when he chases your lips as you pull away, intent on keeping you closer so you can’t leave. “still think i deserve them more, but fine,” you mumble, burying your face into his neck.
✿ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐘𝐔 huffs as he pushes away the hair from his eyes, lips curled into a deep frown as he stares at you expectantly. he groans when you don’t offer him an answer. “y/n, are you even listening to me?” crossing your arms, you frown back, shaking your head and pursing your lips. “i’m not listening until you give me kisses for being rude,” you claim, glancing off to the side stubbornly. he rubs his temples in frustration, but a tiny part of his heart races, a giddy feeling spreading through him that even through your anger, you still seek his affection. “fine, come here,” he mumbles in defeat, kissing your forehead before wrapping you in a bear hug, squeezing you gently as if to let you know he’s there. turning your head, you kiss his temple back, and this time, his lips curl into a smile instead.
➤ Warnings; Fluff, Crack, Suggestive themes, kissing, kicking and shoving,
❀ ፧ gn! reader🦦
MANJIRO SANO
→ will most likely kick you out of the bed💀
→ he wakes up when you are not in his arms or when he is not in yours. like he just literally makes a loud groaning noise and moves around to find you.
→ once he finds you he pulls you too him or he just climbs on top of you and just puts his head in between your neck, on your collarbone/chest, or just snuggled into your stomach and holds you tight☹️
→ you will find him mumbling in his sleep. you wonder sometimes what he could be dreaming about and he could be talking about the weirdo shit💀
→ it’s so random you try to stop yourself from laughing right there. He’s so adorable when he’s asleep though but when he wakes up this man is a monster👹
→ when he realizes that you are very tired or that you are in need of rest at the moment, he will quickly stop whatever he’s doing and just grabs you and pull you under the covers and will spoon you while giving you little kisses on your neck or behind your ear.
→ he cannot sleep without his trusty blanket. He will share it once in a while but in the middle of the night you both can be sharing it and he just YANKS away from your body and move away talking about “mine”
→ you both could be sleeping in the most casual way possible but end up in a position you only do in twister💀
→ overall = 8.5/10
KEN RYUGUJI
→ lemme tell you from now☹️
→ his long ass legs is enough to satisfy you as a blanket 💀
→ i really don’t know how to explain it but when you both sleep, you both are facing each other very close, legs tangled, your head on his chest or neck his on your chest or neck.
→ he DROOLS!! but it’s cute and gross because it ends up on you but you don’t feel it since you are a very deep sleeper. you probably won’t notice till leaning when it’s dried up or when drill is still coming out his mouth enough to wet the bet💀
→ in the winter time, sleeps are better at those times for me🥰 winter and fall it’s just so peaceful and cooley. but as i was saying, if you guys are sharing a blanket? he will literally SLEEP FIGHT you over it☹️
→ like how are you fighting for something with your ass still in dreamland🙁 He will actually start kicking your legs or feet and be trying to “ACCIDENTALLY” push you off the bed and just wrap his long ass in a blanket burrito.
→ that’s not even the worse part, if you look close enough, he’s SMILING😒 this little bitch out here acting like he’s sleep when he knows damn well what he’s doing😭
→ when he steals the blanket and your shivering cold, you try waking him up but then he just rolls away acting like he doesn’t hear a THING
→ stingy asshole right there💀 when he acts like a little ass brat, you get up from the bed and walk to the door and open it… he’s wide awake
→ reason for that is because the door makes a little sound when it opens and another sound with it’s closed. so that’s basically what takes his bed brattiness🙄
→ he’s a sweetheart though, most of the sumtimes as well, he makes sure you have a nicest sleep ever. you in a uncomfortable position? he will fix it. your neck is looking weird? alright then, your head ends up on his chest or he will fix the pillow properly.
→ overall = 8.5/10
TAKASHI MITSUYA
→ *dreamily sighs* i don’t know what to tell you guys😫
→he snores.
→ LMFAOOO sorry!! but yes he does snore but he only does that when he VERY much tired like, having to watch his two hyper siblings, toman meetings, his sewing club- OVERALL everything gets to him sometimes and he just blanks out the second he sees the bed with you sleeping in it.
→ When he goes to bed he can never sleep until you are sleep yourself. You tell him how many damn times that he needs his sleep because you can see that damn eye bags blowing up but it still makes him look beautiful like isn’t already
→ he moves around when he sleeps. kinda sleep talks too. same with mikey, when he feels that you aren’t anywhere near his radius he gets so whiny and starts searching for you.
→once he finds you, he brings you close to him so where his lips where pressing against his ear and you hear his tired and raspy voice asking where you went still with his eyes closed the whole time
→ when you don’t answer he tickles the sides of you and hears you giggle and smile, causes a chain reaction for him to do the same. Even when he’s on the brink of dream land, he will always have time for you.
→ when he’s gets tense after along day of hard working you tell him to take off his shirt because there goes his MASSAGES!!!
→ you can even be 1 minute in and he’s snoring like hell. Your hands are tough but soft at the same time- i don’t know how to explain it? i hope you understand but it’s those hands that just gets his muscles feeling not so sore anymore.
→ he almost cries about how good it feels and how he feels so lighter right after. He falls asleep to the massages yo give him and he’s waking up with drool, messy hair, blankets all over the place and you just facing the other direction on the bed with your feet to his face.
→when i say he moves a lot- he’s moved A LOt. man is like a whole tornado💀
→ Overall= 8.8 / 10
KEISUKE BAJI
→ i have no idea what to say to you tbh💀
→ the little bitch sleep kicks AND punches☹️
→ it’s either him kicking you to the edge of the bed or him stealing the blanket from you.
→ he loves it when he gets to lay on top of you, y’know? like not all of his weight on you but he’s still on top of you. He loves laying his head on your chest or neck. neck because, it’s the best place for him to nip your skin and make you jump out of your sleep from the little pain. your chest because, he loves nuzzling into it and blowing raspberries on the skin or on the shirt which ends up having a large wet spot on it from the spit and saliva😭
→ he knows you have trouble sleeping at night so he tries everything he knows of how he sleeps and brings them to you. though it doesn’t work because he always ends up changing his mind everytime💀
→ usually when you both can’t fall asleep now, you both go downstairs and eat cereal and go to the living room to watch tv while eating half awake, half asleep.
→ baji loves feeling your skin just because he likes to know that you are actually there. for example, when he has a nightmare about something bad and he wakes up, he wants to make sure that you are alive, healthy and breathing and it makes him feel safe that you are there with him.
→ he has a thing where he loves biting your neck like what i said before. he does that when he’s tired or when he’s in the middle of sleeping. Sometimes your neck ends up bleeding a little because of his strong ass canines 😭
“babe,” you whine, rubbing at your eyes as you shuffle into the kitchen, your boyfriend’s shirt slipping off your shoulder just a bit. “bed. now.”
“in a minute,” akaashi hums, gaze still stuck to his work, the papers scattered across the tabletop, glasses slipping down his nose.
“nooo,” you whine again, louder, your eyes barely able to stay cracked open against the bright light of the kitchen.
you finally reach your boyfriend, leaning over the back of his chair and throwing your arms around him, nuzzling your face into his neck. goosebumps rise on your arms. you’re pretty sure it’s even colder in here than it is in your bedroom. you huff.
“please,” you beg, lips brushing against akaashi’s neck. but he doesn’t budge.
so, you decide to pull out the big guns.
“guess you don’t love me anymore,” you sigh, peeling yourself off of him, making sure to pout as you slowly slide away on socked feet. “i gotta sleep all alone in a big ole bed. cold. and empty. because my boyfriend doesn’t love me. are my cuddles not good enough? i guess i’ll just have to hug my pillo—“
you’re glad your back is to keiji because you can’t bite back the grin that spreads across your lips as you hear his chair scrape against the floor as he shoves himself away from the table.
“you are absolutely evil,” he states as he circles his arms around you from behind, successfully lifting your feet off the ground and carrying you down the hall, not even bothering to turn the kitchen lights off.
you can’t suppress the giggles as akaashi kisses up your jaw and cheek, whispering how menacing you are, completely sinister, truly.
he doesn’t stop even as he plops you on the bed, grinning down at you as your fingers reach up to clumsily undo the buttons on his shirt and slip off his glasses, discarding them to the floor and bedside table respectively.
akaashi crawls into bed right after you, lips reattaching to your neck, occasionally biting at it just to hear you giggle again as you swat him away. it doesn’t take long for him to settle down though, cheek pressed to your collarbone and one hand under your—well his, actually—shirt to rest on your waist.
he’s snoring softly against your chest in under five minutes, and you chuckle as you carefully lean over to turn the bedroom lamp off.
you might be evil, but if that’s what it takes to get your lover in bed at a decent hour of the night then so be it. (and the cuddles are definitely a bonus, too).
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