what would you say are all the saka brothers's music tastes?
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Sakamaki Brothers and their music taste🎧🎼
Shu:
Starting off with an obvious one, Shu definitely enjoys classical music the most and it's almost all he listens to. Almost. While his taste is very old fashioned and refined, I think he might actually take an interest in modern day music as well, just not nearly as much. Going off of his current interests, I'd say he enjoys more mellow music or music with good instrumentals. So think about artists like Frank Sinatra.
Reiji:
Reiji, similar to his older, and more incapable brother, has a thing for the classics. But unlike Shu, I don't think he's restrictive when it comes to what he listens to. He's definitely an opera enjoyer and indulges the different cultures of the world and what they have to offer. In short, he's always welcoming and eager for new and beautiful music. He honestly seems like the type to enjoy French classical, and is a big fan of Édith Piaf.
Ayato:
Immediately my first impression is that Ayato likes metal/rock and I'm positive it's said that before somewhere?? I can't remember if it's a route in particular or maybe a drama CD, but just know that it's definitely canon. But rock is a very broad spectrum because there's many sub-alt styles to consider, but I think he has a preference for music that sounds "cool" and relies/uses lots of instrumentals. I also don't think he's restricted to just heavy music but it's his go-to. So artists like Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, and System of a Down
Laito:
Contrary to popular belief, I in fact do not think he listens to Cupcakke and Ayesha Erotica. Maybe his persona does, but not him. I think he's very into pop music however and especially since they live in Japan, he enjoys J-pop. Songs in english though, I think he might be into something slow and sensual. Not something out right explicit, but whereas it is more alluded to. I think artists like Rihanna, Britney Spears and even maybe some Lady Gaga.
Kanato:
Okay this one I feel like might not be the best interpretation of his character, or at least not a very popular one. I don't think he listens to songs that are like sweet and soft, I think he enjoys classical music as well, but especially acoustic violin. I'd say he'd go for songs that match his dark sort of aesthetic, the unnerving part mostly, but it has to be done in his tastes. He's very picky with music honestly. I think he could bump some goth in his life though. So artists like The Cure and Sisters of Mercy.
Subaru:
You guys can't see my facial expression but just know I'm rolling my eyes because everyone should already know what I'm about to say. Yes guys, he IS emo, like stereotypically so. He looks for songs that he can see himself in, songs with meaning, the kind that he can relate to and just vent his frustrations. Subaru is definitely the type to have an emotional attachment to music, similar to Shu, except his music is basically therapeutic rather than just strictly enjoyment. He'd probably listen to Nirvana, Evanescence, Paramore and Linkin Park.
my stupid laito hc is that he’s comedically bad with modern technology. like anything invented past 1990 is useless in his hands.
LMAOOOO LIIIITERALLY i do support this HC for sure—he can be such a fucking dork. I mean bro literally is superstitious like with using belly warmers etc even though vampires can’t get sick. It’s very funny.
We see him fill out a crossword puzzle in a book or newspaper or something, which most people nowadays do that on their phone.
The dichotamy of this guy is insane
i swear i wouldn't be surprised if we caught him with a nightcap/nightgown and walking around with an oil lamp even tho it would be daytime if he was supposed to be asleep and that makes it even funnier
holy shit would he fall for the healing crystal scams too like he'd try to get a crystal for a specific thing but he just would get a random ass rock in the mail but he'd treat it like it was selenite to cleanse himself and he'd still put it on the windowsil for the moon to charge it oh my god
// Ngl I had a BLAST writing this chapter! I even felt like making some fanart for it, lol. It was originally supposed to be published back in August, but I completely forgot about it (oops, sorry). Anyway, new characters will be showing up later on, but for now…how are we feeling about the new girl~?
Previous chapter: here
Ayato: This is the dumbest, most stupid, and idiotic plan ever!!! I can’t believe I’m actually doing this!
Kou: You’re so mean! Wearing some makeup and cosplaying as a girl won’t kill you, you know? And hey, I didn’t even make you wear a dress or skirt.
Ayato: It does kill my dignity! I look fucking stupid!
Kou: Haa… you’re overreacting. Honestly, you actually appear pretty feminine. Look at Subaru-kun over there being all quiet and obedient, not complaining one bit, even though he doesn’t have your… uh, girly charm.
Subaru: Fuck off!
Ayato: Speaking of him, what is Subaru even doing here?
Subaru: Good question! Why the hell do I have to pretend to be a girl too!?
Kou: Because you lost that bet, and now we all have to show up at Yumin Hyun’s place incognito, with no fans, no paparazzi and no crazy aunties recognizing us. So suck it up and think of it as a fun challenge!
Ayato: Fun challenge? The only challenge here is not punching you!
Subaru: …I second that.
Kou: Hnn… you two are no fun at all! Relax, I know what I’m doing.
Ayato: Oh yeah? Then tell us, what’s your next step, genius?
Kou: Well, first and foremost, we have to take the subway.
Ayato: The… subway? Like commoners do?
Subaru: Commoners? You mean… normal people?
Ayato: Tch, whatever. Either way, I’m not cramming myself into some underground sardine can full of sweaty people.
Kou: Which is exactly why no one will recognize you. Trust me, between the makeup, the wig, and a couple of old ladies arguing about fruit prices, you’ll be invisible.
Ayato: Hmm…
Subaru: Seriously, have you never been on the subway before?
Ayato: Why would I?
Subaru: ( Born rich problems… )
Kou: Okay, so, according to my phone, it’s a twenty-minute subway ride. Afterwards, we’ll walk a bit until we reach Yumin’s place.
Ayato: Twenty minutes? In a metal box with strangers breathing on me? Ew, no way! Can’t we just take a taxi?
Kou: Ayato-kun… this is Tokyo! Tokyo is super busy at this hour! Taxis would be stuck in traffic forever!
Subaru: Yeah, plus the subway is faster. You just have to survive the crowd.
Ayato: Survive the crowd? You mean get shoved around? No thanks!
Kou: Come on, it’s not that bad. Besides, if we stick together, no one will bother us.
Now let’s go or we truly won’t even get the chance to enter the subway!
*timeskip*
Kou: We managed to find seats! Yay!
Ayato: It’s not exactly luxurious, but I gotta admit it’s surprisingly clean and doesn’t even smell that bad.
Kou: Right? Tokyo’s subway may be crowded, but they definitely keep it spotless.
Subaru: Still, I’m counting the minutes until we’re out of here. I don’t do well in small spaces.
Ayato: Yeah, yeah, just sit tight. We’ll be out before you know it.
— more people get in —
Ayato: Great, just what we needed…
Kou: Stay calm, don’t draw attention.
Subaru: ( Why do I feel like this is going to get worse? )
Random guy: Hey there, you three looking pretty cute. Mind if I sit next to you?
Ayato: ( Glad I’m in the middle. )
Kou: ( Subaru-kun, just ignore him…! )
Subaru: We’re not interested, so leave us alone!
Random guy: Aw, come on! I just wanted to make my ride a little more interesting. Doesn’t hurt to have some company, right?
Ayato: If you want company, find someone else to bother.
Random guy: Harsh! Alright, I get it. You’re playing hard to get, aren’t you?
Kou: Ah… hehe… look at this station, we have to get out. Bye bye~
— stands up and grabs Ayato and Subaru by the wrists —
Ayato: Oi! But what about the seats..!?
Kou: Seats aren’t permanent, Ayato-kun. We’ll grab some once the crowd thins out. Right now, it’s better to stay on the move.
Subaru: Yeah, dealing with such a dude only gives people a reason to stare.
*mini timeskip*
Ayato: Finally, we’re sitting down!
Kou: My poor feet agree. I was this close to demanding a piggyback ride from one of you.
Subaru: In your dreams. At least now we can sit without getting attention.
— people start whispering —
Passenger 1: Wow… look at them…
Passenger 2: They’re so pretty…!
Passenger 3: Do you think they’re idols or something?
Yui: ( Eh? Is there some celebrity nearby? )
Passenger 4: I swear, they have to be models. They look too chic!
Passenger 5: And their makeup is flawless. I’m literally obsessed!
Yui: ( …Where? Who are they even talk—— )
— gaze lands on them —
( W-Woah…! Three absolutely stunning girls! And they’re sitting together like it’s a photoshoot! )
( Although… )
( Now that I’m looking at them, there’s… something. A strange and somehow familiar vibe about them. )
( It’s weird… I’m sure I’ve never met these girls before. I mean, someone like me would never forget such an encounter. )
( Maybe my mind is just playing tricks on me. Yeah… that must be it. Beautiful people tend to stand out, that’s all. )
Kou: Ah, here! This is our stop!
Ayato: It was time!
Subaru: Stop talking and move before the doors close!
— they hurry out of the train —
Ayato: Ahh… fresh air at last!
Kou: It’s still underground, dummy~
Ayato: Whatever, at least nobody is clinging onto me anymore.
Subaru: …We still have to get through the crowd upstairs, you know.
Kou: And then a short walk to Yumin’s place. Easy peasy!
Ayato: Yeah, unless your “short walk” is actually another twenty minutes in disguise.
Kou: Pfft…
( No promises. )
Hm?
— checks phone —
Ayato: This crowd’s not bad. Heh, we really got lucky.
Kou: By the way… I’ve got to answer a few messages right now, so I’ll have to share Yumin’s location with one of you.
And when I say “one of you,” I mean Subaru-kun. He seems better at… you know… finding destinations than Mr. Subway Hater over here.
Ayato: Oi, what’s that supposed to mean!?
Subaru: Heh, it means you’d get us lost in five minutes.
Ayato: Wah! Care to repeat that again, you—
Kou: No fights, let’s go already!
*mini timeskip*
Ayato: Ugh, how long is this walk? This wig is too heavy for my little head!
Kou: No worries, I’m sure her place must be close. Right, Subaru-kun?
Subaru: Uh… yeah. It’s… a bit away.
Ayato: …Define “a bit.”
Subaru: …
Kou: Subaru-kun…
— raises eyebrow —
You do know where we’re going, right?
Subaru: Tch, of course I do! The map says it’s just… this way!
Place: Alley
Kou: This is one quiet alley for sure… kinda creepy, actually.
Subaru: And how is that my fault, huh!?
Kou: I never said that, but—
Subaru: Shut up! I’m following the directions!
Kou: Hmm…
— peers at his phone over Subaru’s shoulder —
Wait… Subaru-kun, why is the little blue dot moving away from the red pin?
Subaru: …
Ayato: Hah! Called it. We’re lost!
Subaru: Zip it, the map’s just acting up!
Kou: Well, “acting up” or not, we should probably figure out where we actually are before Yumin gets mad at us.
Ayato: Yeah, or before we’ll get found by some creepy alleyway ghost.
Subaru: This is not what I needed to hear!
Kou: Come on, let’s pull ourselves together and ask someone for directions.
— hears voices —
See? Someone is coming this way!
— footsteps grow louder —
Playboy 1: Well, well, well.
Playboy 2: What do we have here~?
Ayato, Kou and Subaru: Huh?
Playboy 3: All alone, you three? Don’t you know girls like you shouldn’t be wandering around places like this?
Kou: Uh, we’re just looking for a friend’s place. No trouble here. Bye, b——
Playboy 1: Aw, no need to be shy. We can help you find your way… or maybe something more fun.
Ayato: Gross…!
Playboy 2: Oh, the short one got attitude, huh~?
Playboy 3: Look at this kitty cat, ready to hiss. So adorable, isn’t she?
Playboy 1: Makes me want to keep her forever… as my pet, of course.
— they get closer —
Subaru: H-Hah? Back off, you fuckers!
Playboy 3: The tall one’s got some fight too!
Playboy 1: Ah~Just my type! But now, I wonder… which one will scream the most?
— they get even closer —
Kou: Uuh, guys… maybe we should start running away?
Ayato: You assholes think we’re some kinda joke? Time to shut your ugly mouths!
Playboy 1: Heh~, try m—…!
— Ayato winds up and clocks him right in the jaw —
Playboy 1: Whoa! What the—!?
Ayato: That’s a taste of reality, served fresh!
— shoves him into a trash can with a loud clang —
Playboy 1: Ngh! The fu—
( My mouth… is it bleeding!? )
Subaru: So, who’s next?
— grabs Playboy 3 by the collar and lifts him off the ground —
Playboy 3: Hey, don’t—!
— Subaru slams him into a wall —
Playboy 3: Agh! Fuck, it hurts!
Playboy 2: Alright, alright! W-We’ll leave!
— Subaru grabs him —
Playboy 2: …!
Ayato: You should’ve thought of that before hitting on us. Next time, you better not harass any other girls, or this lesson’s gonna get a whole lot uglier, and trust me, nobody wants to see that.
— spits in his face —
Playboy 2: Hn… Y-Yeah, we swear!
— Subaru releases him, and the playboys start scrambling away —
Kou: Wow… You guys are terrifying! In the best way!
Ayato: That’s how you handle trash. Next time, they’ll think twice before messing with other… girls.
Subaru: Honestly, they got off easy. I was this close to showing them what real pain feels like.
Kou: And I was this close to getting popcorn!
Ayato: Now let’s find Yumin’s place before someone else decides to be stupid.
Kou: Yup! But now, I’m back in charge for the directions.
— looks at Subaru —
Subaru: ( This fucker! )
*mini timeskip*
Kou: Aaand… we’ve arrived! This is Yumin’s place!
Ayato: Huh… fancy. Similar to mine.
Subaru: There it is. Another rich boy comment.
Ayato: What? I’m just making an observation!
Kou: Shh, both of you! I’m trying to call her!
— pulls out phone and dials —
Ayato: …Well?
Kou: Ugh… she’s not picking up.
— tries again —
Subaru: Still not answering?
Kou: Haa… maybe she’s in the shower or something.
Ayato: Tch, then let’s just ring the doorbell already. I’m starving!!!
Kou: No way! If we ring it and the security shows up, they might not even let us explain. They’ll just assume we’re sasaengs lurking outside!
Subaru: …Which, to be fair, is exactly what it looks like right now.
Kou: Hmph, thanks for the vote of confidence, Subaru-kun. I’ll call one more— I got a message!!!
Ayato: Huh? What does it say?
Kou: …To ring the doorbell.
Subaru: That’s it?
Ayato: Fucking told you so!
Kou: Yeah, yeah, whatever.
— starts ringing and big door starts opening —
Subaru: Woah…! This place’s huge!
Ayato: Hah… looks even bigger from the inside. I feel like I need a map just to find the kitchen.
Kou: Focus, you two. Yumin might be waiting somewhere nearby.
Subaru: Do you think she’s… like, expecting us?
Ayato: I hope she has snacks. That’s the only thing I’m expecting.
— they step inside —
Kou: “Meet me in the living room”
She really doesn’t make it easy for visitors…
Ayato: This chick really knows how to make an entrance feel like a quest.
Subaru: Seems like the type to make others work for something.
Ayato: Oi! Look! Isn’t that the living room?
Subaru: It could just be some fancy lounge area.
Kou: No, no, that has to be the living room! No other room would be this big or have this much furniture.
Ayato: Ahh, thanks goodness!
— throws wig on couch —
Kou: So… what do we do now?
Subaru: We wait for that chick, obviously.
Ayato: But why is she not here to begin with!?
???: Ahem.
Kou: Right? She did say “meet me in the living room,” yet she’s nowhere to be found…
Ayato: Well I don’t like waiting, so she better—
???: ( Ugh, more handful than I thought. )
— pushes Ayato from behind —
Ayato: O-Oi!
— bumps into Kou —
Kou: Kya!!
— both fall over Subaru —
Subaru: Ouch! What the fuck!?
Yumin: …Really? I barely nudged one of you, and you all collapsed like dominoes.
— tilts head —
Aren’t idols supposed to be tougher than that?
Ayato: The hell did you—
…!
Subaru: Tch…
( Fuck, she looks good, like… too good…! )
Kou: ( Wait… that’s Yumin Hyun! )
— instantly shifts to a cheerful smile —
Kou: Ahaha, we’re totally fine! Nothing to worry about!
Subaru: ( Speak for yourself… my ass got a bruise! )
Yumin: Anyway… welcome to my home. I suppose that little stumble was our “first meeting”, huh?
Didn’t mean to scare you like that~
Subaru: You… have a weird way of greeting guests.
— looks shyly away —
Ayato: Scare me? Hah, as if something like that could scare this Ayato-sama!
— stands up —
Yumin: Hmph… well, nice to meet you then, Ayato.
— bows —
Ayato: ( Oh—! )
Nice to meet you too, uh… Yumin.
— bows too —
Subaru: ( This is awkward. )
Yumin: So… now that you’re here…
Let’s go!
— suddenly grabs his wrist —
Ayato: H-Hah? Go where!?
Yumin: To start the photoshoot for our show, of course!
Ayato: Wait what—!?
Yumin: Today is the only day I made time to be in Japan, so we have to do it now! Haa… didn’t your friend tell you this?
Ayato: …My what?
Yumin: Your friend. The blonde one I talked to. Kou is the name, right?
Ayato: Kou?
— turns deadly glare at him —
You…!
Kou: Oh—! Eheh~ surprise? I may have, uh, omitted a few small details… haha…
Ayato: What the fuck, man? I thought we were just supposed to talk today! I’m hungry, my feet are hurting and I don’t even have an outfit prepared!
Yumin: Outfit? Why would you need to bring one? We have an entire wardrobe team waiting, so don’t worry about that.
Ayato: But… but what about the food? I was just hoping to eat something and relax…
Yumin: The set got some snacks, I’m sure you’ll find something that suits your taste. I always sneak some myself during takes.
Ayato: Huh? Snacks, you say? Are they Takoyaki-flavored too?
Yumin: Well, you won’t be able to know unless you come with me~
Ayato: Ugh… fine! Let’s go already… or whatever.
Yumin: That’s the spirit!
— grabs his wrist a little tighter and pulls him forward with strength —
Ayato: O-Oi! You don’t have to drag me like some kid, geez!
Subaru: ( Heh, for once someone is treating him the way he treats others. )
Kou: Careful, Yumin-chan~! If you hold Ayato-kun for too long, he’ll start thinking you “fell for his charms”!
Ayato: What did you—
Yumin: We’ll be right back. In the meantime, you two can spend time in the movie room. Still, do NOT go anywhere else, alright?
— waves at them and leaves while still dragging Ayato —
Subaru: Movie room? She has a movie room!?
Kou: Ahh!! This is the perfect moment to finally make you watch the trilogy I told you about!
Subaru: ( Man… what did I get myself into!? )
Place: Yui’s dorm
Yui: Haa… finally in bed!
* Ring Ring *
Yui: Eh? Hana-san?
— quickly picks up —
Hana: Yui-san!! It’s so good to hear your voice!
Yui: Hana-san! How are you? Did you make it back safely from Fukuoka?
Hana: Ah… well… about that… that’s actually one of the reasons I wanted to call you.
Yui: Is something wrong…? Are you okay?
Hana: Y-yes! Yes, nothing’s wrong. Don’t worry, really. I’m fine. It’s just… I ended up making a decision while I was there. I’m… I’m going to stay in Fukuoka permanently.
Yui: Ehh!? You’re moving there for real?
Hana: Mm… yes. I moved in with my sister already. It just… makes more sense this way. She needed me, and… I needed a change too. So, I wanted to personally let you know that I won’t be going back to the hotel.
Yui: Well, if you’re happy, then I’m glad. Ah—! That reminds me!
— sits up and opens drawer —
I still have something for you, Hana-san. Ayato-san’s autograph! I asked him for it just like you wanted!
Hana: O-oh! You… actually did that for me…!
???: Geez, don’t tell me you’re really blushing over that.
Yui: ( A male voice? )
Hana: …!
H-hey! Don’t say things like that when I’m on the phone!
Ah… sorry, that was… um… my sister’s… friend. He just jokes too much, ahaha.
Yui: I see…
Hana: Anyway, about the autograph. Yui-san, I… I really appreciate it, but… I think you should keep it. Really! It’s special, and you worked to get it; it’d feel bad taking it now.
Yui: Keep it!? But Hana-san, you were so excited when I told you I’d try to get it for you!
Hana: Hehe… I was, and I still am! But the truth is… it’s even more meaningful if it stays with you. You’re the one who stood in front of him and who asked. It carries your memories, not mine. If I took it, I’d always feel like I was borrowing your moment.
Yui: …I just wanted to give you that happiness.
Hana: You already did, Yui-san. Just knowing you thought of me, and that you went out of your way like that… that’s more than enough. So thank you~!
Yui: Hana-sa——
???: C’mere already!
Hana: Uuh! R-right, bye-bye, Yui-san!
— ends call —
Yui: And… there goes my only friend.
Friend… I wonder, did she even consider me like that? Well, at least I hope so.
I’m sure the hotel has other nice workers… even if Hana-san was the one I talked to the most after coming to Tokyo.
— picks autograph up —
Hana-san really meant it when she said I should keep it… and I do want to treasure it, but uhh… it kind of awakens bad memories.
Maybe I should just give it to someone who actually is a big fan. I’m sure that would make them happy while also making me forget about what happened, wouldn’t it…?
Ah, that’s it! That’s what I’m going to do!
Place: Car
Ayato: Hmm…
— looks out the window —
( Ever since we got here she hasn’t said a word… )
( Tch, this is so annoying! If you really want to work with me, then don’t just ignore me! )
( This silence… I don’t like it at all. )
So… tomorrow you have stage rehearsals?
Yumin: Hah? Stage rehearsals ?
What do you think I am? An idol—?
Ayato: Wait—! You’re not an idol?
Yumin: Obviously not??
Ayato: ( Why the fuck are you so offended? )
Then… you are…
Yumin: Haa…
You really don’t know who I am?
Ayato: I mean… I know that you’re on billboards so you must be famous, right?
Yumin: Mhm…
— starts applying nail polish —
Ayato: You’re… a model?
Yumin: I do that for brand deals, yes. But no, modeling isn’t my actual career.
— sharpens nails —
Ayato: Then… —
Yumin: Fame tends to follow me anywhere from an early age, whether I chase it or not.
I suppose you must be in the same situation as me.
— blows nails —
Ayato: ( Same situation? The heck does that mean? )
Place: MUKAMI dorms
Yuma: Oi, Ruki! Have you seen those news?
Ruki: You have to be more specific. “News” is quite broad, Yuma.
Yuma: Seems like three hot chicks were caught very close to our building.
— shows him article —
Paparazzi already think they’re fresh recruits for Rejet Labels.
Ruki: …Recruits?
— takes his phone and squints eyes —
Yuma: Heh, yeah. They’re so hot that they really look like they could be idols, don’t they?
Yuma Mukami x Reader (be warned this gone be dirty)
Synopsis: You’d been teasing him all morning — whispering those words that set fire to his blood: “Bet you can’t handle me.” “Don’t think you’re tough enough for this, Yuma.” “Come on, prove me wrong.” Each time, he’d glare, fists clenching, but say nothing. Until now.
The door slammed shut with a bang, the sound echoing down the Mukami estate halls. “Are you done yet?” you hissed, arms crossed over your chest. Yuma stalked into the room after you, scowling, a mix of dirt and sweat on his arms from whatever work he’d been doing in the garden before you set him off. His jaw was clenched, that vein in his neck pulsing with heat, and the wild, unbothered hair falling over his brow only made him look more like a storm about to break. “The hell you mean, am I done? You’re the one who’s been mouthing off since breakfast,” he growled. You turned, eyes gleaming, deliberately poking the bear. “Tch. Maybe I wouldn’t mouth off if you weren’t all bark, no bite.” Yuma blinked. Then laughed. Not a friendly laugh. No — a low, dangerous, feral laugh that rolled out of his chest and made the air in the room grow heavy. “Ohh, I get it now,” he said, voice going dark. “You’re beggin’ for attention like a spoiled little sow, huh?” You gave him your sweetest smile. “I’m just saying… for someone always puffing his chest and talking big, you sure don’t back it up when it counts.” He was on you in two strides — one hand slamming against the wall beside your head, the other gripping your jaw to make you look up at him.
“The fuck did you just say?” You smirked, breath already hitching. “You heard me. What, mad ‘cause I said it out loud?” “You got no idea what you just started.” Yuma leaned in, lips grazing your ear as his voice dropped into a brutal, low whisper. “You wanna act like a brat? Fine. But I’m gonna fuck that mouthy attitude right outta you.” His breath was hot against your skin, and his fingers moved to grip your hips tightly. “Gonna cry when I break you in?” he taunted, lips dragging along your jaw. “You talk all that shit but you’re shakin’ already.” “I can handle you,” you whispered, though your body betrayed you, already arching toward him. “Oh, baby…” he chuckled darkly, lips brushing your neck now, “you think you can. But once I’m in you deep, hittin’ that spot you can’t run from, you’re gonna sing for me.” With a sudden growl, he tossed you onto the bed, the mattress bouncing beneath you. He loomed above you with that grin — the one that promised ruin — while shrugging off his jacket and yanking his hair tie out, letting the mess of it fall wild around his face.
He crawled on top, dragging his mouth down your neck, over your collarbone, teeth grazing with barely controlled hunger. “You feel that?” he groaned against your skin, pushing his hips against you — slow, hard, threatening. “That’s what you’re about to take. Every inch, every thrust.” You squirmed, heart pounding, half from nerves, half from how feral he felt above you. “Keep talkin’ that crap,” he muttered, gripping your thighs. “Swear to god, I’ll make you say my name ‘til your voice breaks.” You gasped as he rocked into you, the friction igniting your nerves like wildfire. His hands gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head. “Feel me right there, sow? Yeahhh, I know you do,” he grunted, thrusts deep and calculated. “That’s the spot that makes you lose it, huh?” Your moans spilled out, voice wrecked and breathless. “Keep goin’. I got you. You wanted to be handled? I’m fuckin’ handling you.” The bed creaked beneath you both, loud and aggressive — and Yuma didn’t let up. “You talked all that shit earlier. What happened, sow? Can’t even speak now?” You whimpered his name, back arching into him as pleasure raced up your spine. “That’s what I thought,” he hissed, leaning over you, one hand cradling the back of your head. “You’re all mine now. Loud mouth, bratty attitude — I’ll break all of it. Right here, in my fuckin’ bed.” Your breath caught as the heat in your belly hit a fever pitch, every movement from him pushing you closer, closer— “That’s it. Let go,” he growled into your ear. “Fall apart for me.” And you did. You shattered beneath him — a rush of sensation crashing over you, body clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you from floating away. Yuma didn’t stop. He kissed you through it, his voice growling against your lips, “That’s it, baby… cry on it. Cry on this cock that you swore couldn’t handle you.”
The room was a mess — the bed broken, sheets tangled, your clothes half-hanging off the edge like the last remnants of dignity clinging to a storm. And you? You were lying beneath Yuma, your chest heaving, thighs still trembling, mouth slack from the aftershocks rolling through you. But he wasn’t done. Not even close. He leaned back on his knees, dragging his eyes over your wrecked form with a twisted smirk — smug, mean, and so unfairly hot. “Well, well…” he drawled, voice rough from effort but still soaked in power, “you were talkin’ so much earlier. What happened to all that lip, sow?” Your lips parted, but no words came out — just a shaky breath and a weak sound that wasn’t quite a whimper. He snorted. “Nothin’ to say now, huh?” You blinked up at him, body sensitive, every nerve still raw — and yet… something about the way he was looking at you, the way he knew exactly how deep he’d already taken you — it made that fire flicker again. Just a little. “…Yuma,” you whispered, breath hitching. “I’m s–” “Oh no, no no no,” he interrupted, his hand sliding slowly between your legs again, and you jumped. “Don't try that sweet act now,” he murmured, leaning down, his nose brushing yours, his voice dripping with heat and mockery. “You were beggin’ to be handled. You said I couldn’t take it.” His fingers traced over your most sensitive spot, featherlight — but enough to make you squirm with a whimper. “This is what you wanted, right?” he teased. “Pushed me, begged for it, ran that mouth — now look at you. All dumb and shaky under me.” You turned your face, biting your lip — but he grabbed your chin, making you face him. “Nuh-uh. You gonna look at me when you come again.”
“Yuma,” you gasped, voice cracking. “I-I can’t…” He chuckled darkly, tongue clicking as he leaned in, voice velvet and venom. “You can, sweetheart. You will. You’re not gonna tap out now, not when you talked all that shit.” You felt the heat build again — unbearable, unfair, overwhelming — and this time, every thrust of his hips, every breath he growled against your neck, felt like it was too much and still not enough. “Say it,” he rasped, pace unrelenting. “Tell me what you were sayin’ earlier. Come on, sow. Let’s hear it.” You clutched at his arms, nails digging into his skin, your voice trembling as your second climax started to rip through you, every part of you twitching, moaning, breaking under him. “Yuma— Yuma, I’m s-sorry,” you choked, voice high and wrecked. “Damn right you are,” he growled, eyes locked onto your teary, blissed-out expression. “You sorry, baby? Sorry for what?” “For— for saying you couldn’t handle me,” you gasped, legs shaking. He slowed, but didn’t stop — grinding deep, making you cry out again. “You fuckin’ right you’re sorry,” he murmured darkly. “Don’t forget it.” He finally collapsed beside you, dragging you into his arms like something precious, ruined, and wholly his. His lips ghosted over your forehead, damp strands of your hair sticking to your cheeks. “Next time you run your mouth like that,” he whispered, voice hoarse but satisfied, “I’ll remind you twice as hard.” You didn’t answer — couldn’t. You just nodded weakly, letting yourself melt against him as your heart pounded in your ears. And Yuma? He held you close like a man who would burn the world down to keep you exactly where you were — breathless, messy, and his.
Your body was boneless in his arms, every inch of you spent — thighs sore, lips kiss-swollen, breaths still shallow from the storm you’d just weathered together. Yuma didn’t say much right away. He just pulled the blanket over your shoulders, tucking it around you like a cocoon while his large hand rubbed soft, lazy circles into your lower back. His other arm lay draped across your hips, protective and heavy, like he was anchoring you to the bed. To him. You shifted slightly, eyes barely open. “Yuma…” “Shh,” he mumbled, voice gravelly and low, “I know, sow. I know. Don’t push yourself.” You felt the pad of his thumb wipe the corner of your eye — a stray tear he hadn’t missed. He tilted your chin, just enough to press a soft, grounding kiss to your forehead. His usual cocky smirk was long gone. In its place was something quieter, heavier — a look that said you’re mine, not just in lust, but in the stillness after. “You did so fuckin’ good,” he whispered, breath fanning across your cheek. “Took all of me. Let me ruin you like that.” You let out a tired breath, curling into him. “You didn’t ruin me…” Yuma let out a soft scoff, amused. “Nah, baby. I did. But in the way you like.” He nuzzled into your temple, voice dropping to a gentle rasp. “You ain’t goin’ anywhere after that, you hear me?” “I wasn’t going anywhere anyway,” you murmured. “Good.” He kissed your shoulder this time, lingering there.
I love you so much, boyfriends. I wanted to try chibis in Satoi’s style again, but this time in a more canonical and not so simple way. I still have to perfect it, but I think it turned out pretty nice and I’m proud of it. 🧑🏻🩷
