Hi, this is the Yakuza DILF Thirst Inc., calling to place several NSFW orders for Kashiwagi, Ishioda, and Sera. 😭🙏 And I will act a clown then send you the soul of my left big toe in gratitude if you could give me the deets on Kashiwagi's reaction to his bratty princess straight up walking into Survive and demanding to get railed on the bar. 🤡👏 Coming up on this blog and finding Kashiwagi thirst has ascended my soul for the new year, so thank you so fucking much. 🥺💖
|| Kashiwagi is a “act like a brat and you get nothing” kinda guy unfortunatelt ;;;;
“Not a hello? A how are you? Not even…a please, huh?”
Osamu sets down the glass, excusing himself from the customer seated before him. Who, by the way, was staring right at Kashiwagi’s partner, jaw slack.
Kashiwagi exited out from behind the bar counter, approaching with calculated steps. As ______ began to back up, pressing their back into the bar door, it was then they finally began to feel the weight of their actions. And they were ready for whatever would come their way - whether it be pain or pleasure.
Bending at the waist, only a foot step from his lover, Osamu came down to their height. The look in his eyes was horrifying. He put up with a lot of shit, but when he hit his limit…Osamu was scary.
He inhaled before his deep voice came out, barely above a whisper. “I’m feeling generous today, dear. So I will make you a deal. If, and only if, you behave until close, I shall consider your request this once. Understood?”
______ gave a short nod, shrinking back a bit.
“Good. You will go upstairs and stay there for the rest of the night until I come get you. You will not come down here. Let me reiterate, I will come get you when I am ready. You will not touch yourself. No toys, no hands, nothing. You will stay upstairs and behave; and so help me god, I will know if you disobey. Got it?”
“Good. Now get upstairs, you brat. And I’ll consider it.”
Kashiwagi stepped back, watching as his lover took off up the stairs to the apartment. He may be frustrated but he still cracked a small smile at the sight. They could be such a handful, but he still adored them.
Looking back to the bar, Osamu returned to his station. He offered a gentle smile to the patron that sat at the bar, acting as if nothing happened. Returning to the glasses he’d been cleaning, Osamu allowed for his shoulders to relax. Now it was time to wait and see if that brat would shape up and behave like he instructed, or if they’d continue their shit.
