Hiii!!! Can I request a girlfriend Rindou reader, where Tenjiku doesn't even know he has a girlfriend like Ran doesn't even know, and so she meets Tenjiku, and she can fight really really good and she's like PRETTY PRETTY and like how...? Did RINDOU EVEN GET HER? And she stars to catch other members eyes ;)
ᥫ᭡ for haitani rindou and tenjiku, WAREHOUSE ROMCOM.
in which you insist on meeting your boyfriend's current gang and fuck, you definitely just knocked out one of their captains.
𔘓 it's my first time writing for some of these guys so i'm sorry if they're ooc D: you used she/her and mentioned girlfriend so i'll be using those for this fic :] around 3.1k words of chaos.
“rin, how come i’ve never met any of your friends?”
the timing doesn’t allow for a deep conversation. rindou’s too busy messing with his laptop, one earbud immersing him in whatever program was running. meanwhile, a catalog resting on your lap took half your attention.
as expected, the question is around the fifth priority in rindou’s head. “buncha smelly thugs, you wouldn’t like ‘em.”
“and you’re not in that demographic?” you idly munch on some snacks you scavenged from his pantry.
“no, i’m not.” rindou scoffs like you just spat on his entire bloodline. “i’m your handsome boyfriend who you love very, very much.”
oh, this sweater has a really nice discount. “what about your brother? i've never seen him either, i’m starting to think you’re actually an only child.”
he’s gonna pretend like his comment going ignored didn’t sting a little.
“you should be grateful, once you meet ran you’ll be cursed with a killer headache for the rest of your life.”
somehow it doesn’t seem as bad, nor does it deter you in the slightest. whine all he wants, rindou loves his brother. he knows it, and so do you.
“rinnie.” a vein could very well pop out his head at the dumb nickname. “are you embarrassed of me?”
(you know rindou would kiss the floor you walk on. still? good leverage).
his typing halts, left earbud joining the right to hang around his neck. a thousand times of the same coercion tactics should have prepared him better. should have. be as it may, rindou’s heartbeat stops for a minute.
you’re the one good thing he’s got going on, why would he ne embarrassed of you? no, never, he loves you too much.
not like he’d willingly admit to it, though. “a little” his typing resumes, this time a little more attentive to the situation. safety measures and all that.
seems he’s not budging. the playful banter turns into a bitter taste in your mouth. “rude.”
rindou doesn’t like your sudden silence. it cuts at his facade like the dullest of knives—painfully slow.
he can’t win against you. if there's one more thing he hates more than sweaty gym equipment is getting on your bad side.
“i’m not embarrassed, you’re just too pretty for them.” it’s not a lie.
“flattery won’t save you from sleeping on the couch.”
he’s in his own home, it's his couch and bed. “if i take you to meet them once,” rindou emphasizes the word, “will you be pleased?”
you would, “a little.”
works for him.
rindou groans like the sore loser he is, yet hands you an earbud. “whatever, don’t come cryin’ when you realize they're actually lame."
secretly, he prays you don't like them better than him.
"they're your friends—or gang, i'm guessing—i would never think bad of them."
aren't you just a godsend? rindou breathes a chuckle, pressing play. whatever wrinkles remained on his face washed away when you bobbed your head to his mix. he forgives you for being a pain in his ass.
everything’s fair in love and war; you came and conquered with ease. as implicit as he fights to keep it, rindou's a big softie for you.
you lean over to kiss his temple, maybe you’ll buy that sweater you saw for this special occasion.
just this once, punctuality would be the death of you.
the only street light a couple meters away flickers every two minutes, you’ve got no service, and the run-down warehouse you’re leaning on is the shadiest spot rindou’s asked you to meet at. seriously, what’s his issue?
“little late for someone like you to be out alone, isn’t it?” couldn’t have said it better, voice you've never heard before.
..wait.
with a gulp, you turn to meet whoever was talking to you. it’s not the least comforting when you have to look up to see his face. tall, weird eyebrows, and overall menacing.
for once in your goddamn life, think!
“yeah—i mean, it must suck to be alone in the dead of night.” you laugh nervously, as if to quell the goosebumps rising in your arms. “not me though, nope.”
mochi squints his eyes. you can’t be serious, right? there’s no one else in the entire block. “‘s that so?”
one gulp to hush your anxiety. “yup, my boyfriend’s waiting for me, if i don’t show he’ll come looking,” great, now you’re shaking.
he’s not gonna buy it. this is the end, death by two hands the size of your head. truly tragic.
“only a shitty boyfriend would leave you all alone like this,” he huffs. it’s true, part of him wants to wait and chew out whoever this man is.
safe to say, you have to agree. rindou is a dead man as soon as he shows his face, and it won’t be at the hands of this monster of a guy.
blame it on your current hyperfocus on every little thing (something’s gotta make up for your obvious lack of fight or flight) you can’t help but notice he’s wearing all red—is that a gang uniform?
funny how hope goes out as quick as that.
rindou’s uniform is most definitely not red. the fight bound to unleash is already brewing inside your mind, you’re not even sure if rindou can take a hit from this guy. if he ever gets here, only one of these two would walk away.
you have to act, fast.
“it’s not safe, what’s a thing like you gonna do if—”
he makes the mistake of looking into your eyes. they’re wide, like a deer caught in headlights; innocent.
mochizuki’s second mistake is not noticing the right hook you swing.
the light flickers again, and one of tenjiku’s heavenly kings falls unconscious.
it goes without saying you fucking panic.
“i didn't mean to—shit!” you’re kneeling beside his body, checking for pulse. of course there's still a pulse, there’s no way you could actually kill a guy like that. “i’m so, so sorry.”
he didn’t even try to hurt you. are you the monster here?
initially, you were worried rindou would be the one to start a fight if he saw you cornered by the guy. never would you have thought the culprit would be none other than yourself.
quickly, your sweater becomes a makeshift pillow—the least you could do for knocking the living daylights out of him. though you do cringe when the brand-new fabric soaks up all the dirt on the ground.
it’s okay, surely once he wakes again you can explain you didn’t mean to hit him. you were aiming for… a fly? a mosquito? those can carry deadly diseases. sure, let’s go with that.
kakucho doesn’t know what he just walked into.
there’s a stranger kneeling beside mochi whispering in a fret to herself, something about the last recorded case of dengue fever in japan. right, he was also unconscious.
soon, you notice him too. particularly his red uniform.
there’s a brief pause in which you just stare at each other.
come to think of it, you’d probably kick the bucket in these clothes, and you wouldn’t mind. dying with these on would be something you can live with—or die, rather? idioms are dumb. point is, you picked a really nice outfit for your supposed date with rindou.
rindou haitani, who somehow managed to be late enough to miss you picking a fight with another gang member.
the silence is deadly.
“you’re… his friend, right?” cautiously, you’re the one to break it. “i figured he'd appreciate a pillow to enjoy his nap.”
so why was his cheek painted a raging red? god, that’s a nasty bruise.
kakucho blinks twice. then, he looks around, trying to discern any other lifeform in close vicinity. any possible culprit. anything to explain what the fuck is going on.
“are you alone?” the question is courtesy, he already knows the answer.
“no.” maybe he didn’t know after all.
he narrows his eyes, and you rush to fix whatever mistake you made. “my boyfriend—and friends, so many friends, are waiting on me. they’ll know if i don’t show up.”
you’re nervous. kakucho steps closer, and you’re quick to jump on your feet. “you’re right, i should probably go—”
“did you do this?”
“do what?”
as if it wasn’t obvious, he waves his arm at his fallen friend. “this.”
it’s been a long night. you’re frustrated, terrified out of your goddamn mind, and you can’t help the panic tears that start to form.
“i’m so sorry!” you bow, trying to hold back from outright sobbing in front of the delinquent. “he—i was alone, and he came around and-and started talking to me and i just, i got scared!”
kakucho blinks, again.
“i didn’t mean to hurt him, i’m sure he’s a great guy, i was just jumpy, and fuck i didn't mean to cause any trouble.”
tears run down your cheeks, mourning both your sweater as a breeze rolls by and your wasted last moments of youth. great, you’re making it awkward.
sometimes instincts take over, and kakucho is unsure why he’s shrugging off his tenjiku coat. neither does he have an answer as to why he reached to drape it over your shoulders.
“c’mon, just breathe.”
you do. you take a deep, deep breath, and your problems start to lessen. not actually though, the other gang member is still very much on the ground. however, it's nice not feeling in immediate danger anymore.
kakucho settles down next to mochi, and pats the ground next to him. “sit.”
last thing he tasked you ended up helping, so you decide to listen once more. a respectable distance away from him, you sit.
he’s not sure where to start. there’s so many questions he needs the answer to.
(how did you take out mochi? how did you know the exact warehouse where the higher-ups were meeting tonight?)
but he keeps quiet.
either way, any explanations coming from you would be interrupted by hiccuping, and he didn’t want to risk any more crying from you.
“am i in trouble?”
the answer should be obvious. kakucho knows you’re aware of the mess you’re in now. still, there must be something missing. “i can count with one hand the people who’ve been able to take mochi out.”
so that’s his name. your gaze lands on him, peacefully resting. it’s a nice name.
“so i need you to be honest,” kakucho tries his best to speak gently. “did you do this?”
he takes in a sharp breath when you nod.
“...how?”
the strained chuckle that leaves your lips makes his heart skip a beat or two. “i just, y’know, hit him.”
“but, how?” the mere thought is baffling to him.
“i can show you if you want.” you bite back. it’s playful. now you can cross-out befriending a random delinquent from your bucket list.
“never thought i’d see kakucho flirting.” a new voice enters the array. “didn’t know he had it in him.”
white hair flows freely, unfazed by the unresponsive commander beside the two. his presence exudes commands without diction. explain, now.
kakucho’s posture stiffens, and he’s quick to get back on his feet. “i arrived and mochi was knocked out, seemingly by,” he pauses to look at you. “uh, what’s your name?”
you match his movements, standing up and completely ignoring his question. “i’m really sorry about that, i didn’t know he was—”
izana interrupts the meaningless spiel, “your name, what is it?"
shivers crawl up your spine. a phantom would be more merciful with the frighten. so you answer his question.
and just like that, poor mochi is forgotten. "i like your name, it's nice on the ears."
you know better than to grimace at the compliment (was it really?) "i should get going, i don't want to be in your hair any longer."
izana follows your every movement with violet eyes. not a word is uttered, just a plastered, quite unsettling smile on his face as acknowledgment.
right, your idiot boyfriend. one quick glance at the no signal on your phone serves as a reminder you're stranded.
a jingle brings you back to reality. it's izana, tilting his head. "what's wrong?"
well, you're certain all trains back home stopped doing rounds about half an hour ago, and there’s no way you can catch a ride from either of these two.
(the guy with the scar would probably do it, he seems kind. the urge to squish his cheeks like a grandma would is intense.)
"actually," an awkward laugh makes up for the nerves rattling within. "i.. can't leave, not yet."
his patience is wearing thin, you presume. "is that so?"
from behind you, kakucho shifts. would they even go for a one on two? when you're the one wearing heels?
"i told kakucho—" you glance back to confirm you remembered his name correctly, biting back a smile when he looks surprised. "—i was waiting for my friends and boyfriend, specifically at this exact, dirty warehouse."
izana doesn't look satisfied.
"half of that was a lie, it's just my boyfriend i'm supposed to meet." this doesn't seem to be getting any better.
he's thinking about something.
"i know i shouldn't have lied, but it's basic street smarts! can't blame me for that."
he steps closer, seemingly having resolved whatever idea was brewing in his head.
you're close to going on another rant on street safety, or maybe going for another swing, but izana makes you stop dead in your tracks. "do you wanna be kakucho's girlfriend?"
smelly thugs was cutting it short, this guy was bizarre as fuck.
kakucho is grateful you don’t have eyes on the back of your head. tenjiku’s number two, overwhelmed with a barrage of embarrassment and murderous tendencies for his one and only king.
(was he that obvious? were his fleeting glances that easy to notice?)
izana on the other hand had only just begun his career as a salesman. “kakucho here is a great guy—the definition of a gentleman and a picture-perfect servant.”
odd way of selling someone for a boyfriend. you’d have a few pointers and even additions to his pitch, except you literally have a boyfriend, and you’ve told him so.
you check for the hour. maybe you’ll consider his proposal if kakucho isn’t horrid with meeting on time. “go on.”
two heavenly kings have yet to show their faces, another is knocked out, and the last is close to digging himself an early grave.
“so you’ll date kakucho then?”
has he heard a single word you’ve spoken? “i have a boyfriend.”
“it’s a yes or no question, preferably yes or yes.”
it’s better if you ignore the vague implication of a threat behind his statement. “rain check?”
that seems to please him. “i’m izana,” he offers his hand for a handshake. “pleasure doing business with you.”
“cool.” you’re absolutely sure he’s missing a screw in his head, but it’s funny.
“too late to join the roster?” to absolutely no one’s surprise, it’s a new voice joining this sick joke of a night. you’re amazed at the fact four men have managed to show up unannounced to your date, and none are the one you're actually going out with.
izana turns to meet the new addition, eyebrow raising at the fact it’s only half the duo.
“he’s finding a spot to park, sent me to check on that one over there.” one hand points to you, the other toys with a dual-colored braid.
he’s clad in a black uniform—just like rindou’s. everything's even more confusing now, hurray you!
kakucho, who’s more than grateful to leave the past conversation behind, begins to process the situation. “you know ran?”
“ran?” puzzle pieces are slowly coming together. “as in haitani? ran haitani?”
the man himself lets out a low whistle. “sorry man, only been here for at least half a minute and i’m already takin' the spotlight—nothing personal.”
that’s not how you meant it at all. “no-”
“kakucho gave her his jacket.” izana you are not helping.
“that has nothing to do with this.” kakucho pleads to everything under the sun for his boss to just, shut up. just this once.
“ran, where’s ri-”
“see? already reeling back to me, i think i've got more game than you.” rindou was right, he’s a living headache.
izana tugs at your blouse. “you already said yes on kakucho, no take backs.”
“that never happened.” kakucho, angel on earth, everyone.
something boils from within. "i have a boyfriend."
“you’re too pretty for him.” he blurts without an ounce of hesitation in his body. it’s amusing how ran said the same thing as rindou—they really are family. still, no. does he even know you're dating his brother?
the situation is getting out of hand, your patience is being tested, and you just want to go home at this point.
at this rate you’re sending ran home with half his braids in your fist, izana is getting his arm put in a cast if he utters another word, and kakucho is getting his jacket back and a pat on the head.
there are a few reasons you’re dating rindou haitani. among the perks lies the telepathic bond you two have—whatever you think, rindou is already doing. which is exactly why ran is suddenly getting his braid damn near ripped out by gloved hands.
“wanna say that again?” rindou holds the hair tightly in a fist, he’s fuming. “c'mon, don’t pussy out now.”
the three of you gawk at the scene. kakucho and you in shock, izana in awe. the man of the hour arrived, and everything took a turn for the worse.
the youngest haitani has always followed his older brother like a best friend and inspiration. it’s a relationship based on respect for the other and no one else. sure, they have disagreements, but rindou admires no one more than ran.
the haitani brothers, joined at the hip by crime and blood, now tearing each other apart in the pettiest of ways.
ran, tallest, oldest, arguably strongest, hisses in pain by the harsh tugging. “why dontcha rip it out while y’re fucking at it? whatever got into you?”
izana pokes a finger into your side for the second time. “you know rindou?”
your eyes are glued on the brothers. ran keeps whining, rindou is professing his undying and very much ongoing love for you. “yeah, we’re dating.”
a pause. a long one at that.
“...why?” he sounds puzzled.
rindou screams insults at ran and soon drags his hair-stylist through the mud too, for some reason. “what do you mean by that?”
izana blinks at you like the answer is obvious. “is he like, forcing you or something?”
“what?”
kakucho, who’s been silently witnessing the convo fights to stifle his laughter. it’s of no use, not when you’re throwing his jacket back at his face to shush him. it’s a strong throw, sending him backwards a step or two.
izana thinks you’re funny, too. “you are too pretty for him.”
From the second you two started dating, Azul knew exactly how his mother was going to react to it. The day he told her about you on the phone he almost missed the opening of Mostro Lounge because she wouldn't stop asking him questions. "Tell me more about your s/o! What are their hobbies, what plans do they have for the future? Did you kiss yet?"
Doesn't help that you're likely his first
Mrs. Ashengrotto feels like she's witnessing an important rite of passage in her son's life so she's all like "My Azul got himself a partner 🥺"
And let me tell you, Azul fucking hates answering the questions, especially the ones about whether you kissed yet and whether he told you he loves you yet
There's a chance the call happens when you're around as well and Azul really didn't think this through when he told her so now you're getting to watch him get asked all the details about your relationship while Azul is sitting next to you as a flustered mess, trying hard to brush his mother's bonding attempts off and you're trying hard not to make a sound and prevent yourself from laughing
If you really want to tease him, run your fingers along his arms or tickle the back of his neck while he's trying to answer a question coherently. He's gonna look at you like "Are you fucking kidding me? Am I not suffering enough?" This will potentially end in a tickle / pillow fight when he hangs up the phone but it's worth it
Next time she calls she's like "Are you with them rn? Can I talk to them for a second?". Azul hands you his phone and his mum tells you it's so nice to get to know you and how happy she is that you two are dating and invites you to like 3 family dinners
"I'm glad you two managed to get together. Azul used to be such a shy child so I bet he was really nervous about asking you out", cue Azul hiding his face in his hands and the twins having a fucking field day wheezing in the background
Azul's really nervous about you meeting his family for the first time, mostly because he's scared of anything embarrassing happening. I headcanon his mum doesn't know about his insecurities and how much he was bullied in elementary school, so she might be a little tone-deaf to what Azul would find embarrassing and what he wouldn't. To her it's mostly "I can see y/n loves you very much, they're not going to leave you over a couple of funny childhood stories"
Now, I imagine Mrs. Ashengrotto as like, this huge octopus lady who's way taller than her son and even more tall than her husband and spoils her son rotten. Upon seeing you the first thing she does is sweep you into a hug and welcome you to the family. She looks to Azul and goes "Your s/o is so pretty, you two really fit together!"
All in all she's just really positive and welcoming
The type to give you a huge Coral Sea gift bucket (yes, for free) filled with a bunch of souvenirs and local foods
Azul's stepdad is a little more distant but polite and welcoming as well. He mostly just doesn't know what to talk about with you yet so he lets his wife do most of the talking at the dinner table. If you happen to have any common interests, expect him to start a rather long discussion about them though
Azul's grandmother is the slightly intimidating one. She's the type to tell you "Don't break his heart" and there's this threatening aura around her
But treat your octopus boyfriend well and this family will treat you like one of their own. Azul's mum would fistfight anyone who bothers you and Azul's stepdad would fight for your honor in a court process.
Everything's going well up until the point Mrs. Ashengrotto pulls out the baby photos. It doesn't bother you but it sure as hell bothers Azul. If only he had edited or destroyed those as well but he didn't want to upset his mum or give her the feeling that something is wrong
When you notice how much Azul is struggling with this, this is the point where you could pull him aside and be the voice of reason, telling him it'd probably be best if he has a talk with his family about the fact that he overblotted
He's hesitant at first and refuses to but after a few reassuring words from your side I think he realizes it would do him good to talk about this and get closure
His family listens to him attentively and you can see how Azul's shaking a bit and stuttering when he gets to the most painful parts of his past. Saying these things out loud is really hard for him so he appreciates you running your hand across his back or putting an arm around his shoulder to comfort him.
His mum is gonna cry and pull her son into the biggest hug. She noticed Azul had grown more distant during the time he was bullied but she could never place her finger on why exactly and he would just pretend everything was fine.
She's partly gonna blame herself for not having supported him more or noticed he was struggling so much but Azul tells her it's fine, she didn't know
After seeing his family's reaction, Azul is definitely glad he told them. They're very supportive and tell him he can rely on them if he needs to. Also Mrs. Ashengrotto about to march into NRC and kick Crowleys ass for letting this overblot happen in the first place
Azul's mum would take cute couple pics of you two and have them as her wallpaper
While it went well, Azul is very exhausted after this whole ordeal so expect him to fall asleep in your arms, clutching onto you very tightly and pressing his face into your shoulder. He's also very proud he gets to introduce you as his partner to people. Azul gives you a very soft and thankful smile and presses multiple gentle, appreciative kisses to your lips while whispering "i love you" and "good night my dear" in between them
notes : posting again because my Tumblr betrayed me :)
♡ or ⟳appreciated !
A - Aftercare
Kokonoi needs it. Wrap him in your embrace to make him feel loved, needed and he'll reciprocate if he doesn't come down to tears after such exposure to affection.
B - Bondage
Koko is gonna beg you to tie him up. He wants to feel the hunger he has for you. And once he's unleashed he's gonna be rough with you.
C - Cover the cry
He'll be soft and tender if it pains you; if you moan out of pain. He does like to hear your voice but doesn't goes rough. So he'll probably go weak if you're noisy.
D - Dominance
He's a strong submissive. He doesn't want to dominant because he can't trust himself being in the lead. Even if his hands are free he won't lay a finger on you.
E - Erogenous Zones
Distract him with a kiss and touch his clothed member. He'll abruptly pull out from the kiss shuddering under your touch.
F - Favorite body part
He doesn't prefer to touch you while he's inside you. But if he's not restrained he would like to touch your ass for a grip.
G - Get caught
He'll beg you not to interfere and will get super embarrassed about it. But if he catches you in the act, you're lucky to see his dominant side.
H-Humiliation
Yes but you've to provide undeniable comfort both emotionally and physically. If you make him feel humiliated ,he wants you to be his only and only aid.
I - Idle zone
He has pictures, videos of you. Ofcourse, with your permission. He wouldn't mind touching himself if he knows you're busy.
J - Join the Show
Nope. He wants all your attention focused on him. He'll get hurt if you impose such acts on him.
K - Kissing
He loves to kiss you while you're on top of him. While his hands are tied, he'll lean to kiss you occasionally to take your moans and breaths.
L- Location & Lighting
He prefers it dim, more like no light at all. He doesn't want you see his face while you get to fuck him. He can't maintain eye contact that much.
M-Masochism
He has a mild sadistic aura if you provoke him otherwise he can take it if you want it that badly but he will be not good at caring after such acts.
N- Nudity
He wants you to be totally naked. He won't lay hands on you but he'll occasionally kiss your chest ,suck your nipples while you're bobbing on him.
O- Orgasm Control
No. Absolutely no. He doesn't like to beg and he won't deny your orgasm either.
P- Public place
Yes, always. That's the only place where he gets to pin you against the wall grabbing your hands above your head while slipping the other into your underwear. He'll not let you be loud.
Q- Quite Quickie
Only if you are in public with him. He'll get hot just by observing your movements and so he always has a second stomach for quickies.
R- Routine
He doesn't need one. He takes care of his health and body well enough but he won't take up a routine because it tempts him to break all the rules.
S- Stamina
He holds up pretty well even if he's the one who's subjected more erotic strokes than you but he releases without warning.
T- Time to Tease
He wants to be teased. He wants you to make him cum just by teasing alone. He would tease you if you're in public or getting all the attention.
U- Underwear
He has got a whole wardrobe of lingerie for both of you. Moreover, he has fixed colors according to the days.
V- Voyeurism
If you throw tantrums, he's more of a mild exhibitionist; also ,if he wants to grab your attention otherwise it's a no for him.
W- WAM
Yes, he loves to do it on you but doesn't prefer it on him. it's quite rare for him to engage him in a food play.
X- X - dressing
He's curious about it. He will willingly do it and might be into pegging if he's cross-dressed.
Y- Yes/No
Yes. He is a great practitioner of bdsm. Where do you think all the money goes?
Z- Zone out
Yes, at midnight if you're awake. He likes to cuddle. He won't disturb your sleep even if he woke up due to a bad dream.
BRYCE I JUST LOVE SO MUCH YOUR SANZU's FIC, I'm a big fan of dramatic story and the kink is just 👌👌👌
I want to know if someday you could write a scene of Mitsuya with his girlfriend and their first DEEP kiss, like the kind of kiss less innocent that let you without breath
WHAT KISSING THEM IS LIKE
ft. mitsuya + ran, rindou, sanzu
tw. gn!reader, smooching and kissing, mentions of fingering(?), it’s super fluffy with mentions of smut
an. thank you so much my love, i love this idea and decided to add my favorite characters as well. i hope you like it <3
❁ MITSUYA
it’s the type of kiss that always starts out innocent, slow and deep but always floods your lungs with wanting more. one hand cradles your face, gently rolling his thumb on your cheek as he moves peacefully with your lips. gasps left unheard when mitsuya lingers a hand down your shorts. a smirk bleeding through his lips and now you’re struggling to breath, your hands coming up to wrap around his neck—giving some leverage to the forceful kiss. mitsuya deepens it, leaving just enough room for his whispers to knock on your tongue “so pretty.” you forget where the other hand has gone, too occupied with his tongue dipping in your mouth taking time to scrape against both sides of your inner cheek. a breathless moan slips through your lips and you feel his finger curl against your walls, the breath knocked out of your blue lungs before mitsuya claims more of your lips as his own.
❁ RAN
a kiss you can never stop once he gets started, taller body linger over your own, back pressed against the wall. ran ducks under the moonlight, eyes mercilessly boring into you, almost directed in your soul. “i can stop if you want me to” ran smirks, casting his thumb over your swollen lips “well?” he questions, grinning at you. but that’s the thing with ran, you can’t stop—grabbing the hem of his shirt and crashing him back on you. ran always keeps his hands busy, tracing the stitching on your clothes, traveling further down your lower half till he reaches the hem of your pants “want you” he mumbles through your lips, dropping his hand further. he uses his other hand connecting to the wall beside you, sounds of his harsh grip against the bricks when he reaches your core toying with you between your legs. “you make such pretty sounds” ran groans, pushing deeper till he’s met with your messy hole, “i wonder if you make even prettier sounds?”
❁ RINDOU
always a kiss you’ll never forget, moving his lips in sync with yours in a perfect timing every time. rindou kisses you like it’s the first time, nervous fingers finding solace in your hair, gripping it and pressing you closer to him. he whines within the kiss, never just one—it’s always more and more. “kiss me, kiss me again” he begs, smiling when you let out a defeated sigh kissing him once more, he’s trying to memorize it all within your lips, sketching the moments your mouth moves with his. “you taste so good” rindou grows needier, linking his hands around your neck and crashing harder on you. waves of depth surround you, rindou holds onto you, feeling the current take you away. he keeps you close, his savor—the lasting lifesaver he’s clung to within the rushing waters. whenever he pulls away from your lips, you’re left almost lifeless, needing him to bring you back.
❁ SANZU
his kiss feels pure as snowflakes, hands trailing down your body, laughing into the kiss when you shiver under him. “have i ever told you how much i love you?” sanzu questions, fluttering his lashes close when you whisper back, pressing his forehead to yours sanzu inhales. it’s like the first chill set in the air, as you’re both sprawled across the bed, lips staying connected as you travel under the sheets, cool wind blows within the room, settling down while underneath the waves of cotton clothes are being discarded. laughs fill the closed space, pushing the cold breeze away. warm bodies pressed firmly together you can feel the heat radiating from sanzu, he pulls from your lips to cup your face. how you feel so soft within his touch, thumbs rubbing soft circles “i don’t know what i’d do without you.” seasons come and go, but being with sanzu—time stands still.
Hey Bryce, I hope your eating an drinking well! I love love your works please take care of yourself and dont forget self care 💜I saw your requests were open and wondered if I could request something? 💜
With the Tokyo Rev. Boys inc. Ran and Shinichiro the first time they discover one of their kinks with you? It’s been going round in my head after reading some of your works 😍 💜
an. hiya babe! i hope you’re doing well and i actually truly loved this request, it was so fun to write <3
❁ SHINICHIRO — praise + oral
your boyfriend leaves a trail of open mouth kisses down your stomach, nervously flickering his eyes up to you “g-go lower” you whisper, and your boyfriend follows suit nestling between your legs.
shinichiro kisses right above your cunt, watching your lips part with a silent moan. he smiles to himself, bringing two fingers down to run through your folds.
he’s never done this before, a sharp warmth invades his chest, staring at your body jerk and twitching at just his mouth hovering over your bare pussy.
“pretty” he mumbles, looking back at you again “your pussy— it’s so pretty.”
“shinichiro touch me please” you beg, running your hands through his black strands, back arching and fisting his hair when shinichiro finally begins, leaving a long lap through your folds.
“you taste so good” he only mumbles, snaking his arms around your thighs and pulling you closer, his tongue dipping into your clenching hole and swirling around your juices.
the more your boyfriend presses his face closer to your cunt, the further you reach your craving for his tongue more.
“doin’ so good for me you gonna cum fast” he smirks, building confidence as he sinks two fingers in, adding a rhythmic pace that sends a tainted shiver down your spine.
he loves this truly, the taste—the way your juices are dripping off his face, your divine noises bubbling from your plump lips. he doesn’t even realize he’s been humping into the covers below him till the wetness saturates his pants. putting your pleasure at the top of his list, shinichiro outstanding goal is to watch you cum—for him; as many times as it’s possible.
but the praise; it’s the cherry on top. his sultry words vibrating through your cunt and how you easily gush around his tongue when the phrases vibrate through your core.
“wanna taste how this pretty pussy cums for me” he moans out, laying his hands of the underneath of your thighs and hiking your cunt even closer to his hot mouth, shinichiro lifts his eyes over your chest heaving.
“look at me princess” you obey glancing down at his lips wrapped around your clit, “don’t you want to see how i’m making you feel so good?”
“i’m close—so close” you whimper, fingers residing deep in his locks and curling your fingers within the hairs “yeah? cum for me angel, please.”
a white cloud forms enclosed on your eyes, his fingers pounding in your messy hole as shinichiro sucks another harsh slurp on your clit. thighs clamping around his face “that’s it princess, so good for me.”
shinichiro established today that he loved to eat pussy, but watching you cum on his tongue was a dream come true.
❁ RAN — dirty talk + overstimulation
“open” ran commands, popping his fingers in your mouth, shuttering when you willingly wrap your tongue around his digits.
“tasting your own self without a second thought? dirty girl” ran smirks, popping his fingers from your mouth and sticking them in his own.
“ran, stop teasing” you whine, wiggling your cunt closer to his stiff dick rubbing against your folds “but it’s so fun, watching you squirm and beg for my cock.”
“but if you want it so bad pretty girl” ran leans in, hot breath fanning over your ear “then i’ll fuckin’ give it to you.”
ran has many tricks to serve out, never ending ideas he likes to toy with your body playfully yet he seems to discover his newest addiction while he begins drawing out your second orgasm not giving you any breathing room as he thumbs at your clit.
his cock rubs along your gummy walls, curving quite feverishly against your deepest parts, one hand nearest your face as the other stays on your bundle of nerves.
you whimper at the overstimulation, legs jerking uncontrollably at the surges of white flooding your nerves, the thrive of your spent cunt throbbing sends you over the edge.
“c’mon pretty girl, wanna see this perfect pussy cum again” ran rolls his hips, cooing at your half lidded moans—he loves the mess you’ve become, juices dripping on his balls, body drenched in sweat and his name spooling from your lips.
“that’s it, show me how much you can cum” ran pants, glancing down at the white ring around his cock, your juices coloring his fingers with a sheen liquid and finally ran can cum, after seeing your pussy spent and his cock a mess from you.
“i love how fuckin’ filthy you can be” ran crashes his lips on yours, feeling his cum seep from your hole “one more time—yeah?” he smiles through the kiss, excitement of making you cum again tastes so sweet on his tongue.
+ tw: MINORS DNI - sexual explicit content, love making, praises, “princess”, “angel”,
+ note: just some sweet fluffy smut w wakasa ugh I love this man to the moon n back <3 thank you all for being so patient, I am also done with my exams so i’ll be posting more frequently <3 !! ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ drink water and stay safe!
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