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Daisuke + Voyeurism + Edging | FKBU Drabble Request

Daisuke × fem!reader

♡ Read Haru's request ♡

Prompt 27: 👀 VOYEURISM 👀

Prompt 20: 🍬 EDGING 🍬

Warnings: 18+, smut, voyeurism/exhibitionism, masturbation, teasing, begging, edging + orgasm control/denial game, overstimulation, dom Daisuke, DDLG dynamics, he's a little bit mean 😭, pet names, implied raw sex, I mention you're his whore once oops 🙈, request, 500 followers event, drabble

A/N: This is the second half of a previous anonymous request for my event (first part linked up top!) This is an idea that has literally been living rent free in my head before you even suggested it, so 😈 I also added a DDLG dynamic that wasn't specified...hope that's okay 👉👈 Anyway, please enjoy ♡

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⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

"Thought you could satisfy yourself without me, is that it?" Daisuke leans back against the doorframe, his eyes running over your body, exposed and quivering. "But you couldn't. Isn't that right?"

He's so composed that, looking at him, you'd never have thought he was in the middle of watching you touch yourself, his own name having been purred from your lips just moments before.

"D-Daisuke, please-"

"No, baby. You broke the rules," he says coldly. You bite your lip, the pang of guilt being swallowed by your arousal.

Daisuke shifts from the doorway, sitting himself down in the chair at the other end of the room, directly opposite the foot of the bed. He'd have a good view from there.

"If you want to be a big girl and get off all by yourself, without Daddy's help, then go ahead," he says sarcastically, leaning back comfortably in the chair.

"N-No, I can't. I want you-"

"No, you wanted your fingers," he retorts. "If you'd really wanted me, you'd have waited like a good girl."

"No! I-I'll be good!" you sniffle, pressing your knees together in an attempt to hide your shame.

"Is that a promise?" he asks sternly. You nod. "Open your legs." You hesitate, before spreading them open, turning your face away. "Keep going. Touch yourself."

"But-!"

You're cut off by the look he gives you, and gingerly snake your fingers down to your pussy, encircling your clit.

"Now, be a good girl," he says, eyes transfixed on your glistening pussy as you play with yourself. "And don't cum without my permission. Then I'll consider satisfying you."

"Y-Yes, Daddy," you mewl.

He can't hide his smirk as he watches you submit to him, fucking yourself with your own fingers at his command. He's enjoying it little too much, which shows as he starts lazily palming himself through his pants.

Your body's burning up, faster than usual, with his eyes on you like that. Every gasp and whimper you make sounds louder, every swirl and pump of your fingers is more stimulating.

Your hips rock into your plunging fingers, sucking your digits all the way in to the knuckles, as the stubborn knot that had refused to snap while on your own, tightens at an alarming rate.

You look up at Daisuke, your fingers getting faster, eyes begging for him to give you permission. But he just grins, smugly.

When it dawns on you, you force yourself to stop, panting as your potential climax subsides with an afterburn.

"W-Why didn't you let me cum?" you whine, your slick dripping down the insides of your thighs.

His finger rests above his top lip. "I didn't feel like it. Now, baby, I didn't say you could stop. Keep going."

You blink at him a few times before settling back into the pillow, and start hesitantly stroking yourself once more, your clit and folds warm and puffy under your juices.

Once again, you build up to your orgasm, feeling lewd and exposed under his gaze. And once again, just as you're about to cum, he refuses to say those all important words.

With a pathetic whine, you tear your fingers from your throbbing pussy, thrashing and mewling in frustration.

He chuckles quietly.

You're aching. Sensitive. Dripping. Just begging to filled up and satisfied, to get that release.

But as you look back at Daisuke, still casually stroking his thick cock as it strains against his slacks, your stomach drops at the realisation: you won't be cumming any time soon.

Sometimes it really sucks to be right.

Sure enough, he keeps telling you to keep going. And every time you near your climax, he withholds his permission, forcing you to leave yourself unsatisfied and quivering from overstimulation, until it's physically painful to keep going and you can think of nothing else.

But if you want him to give you your release, to fuck you like his dirty, little whore, then you have to keep going.

"What a good, little girl you've been," Daisuke smirks, while you're in the process of getting close to the edge of your orgasm for the seventh time. "Fucking your little hole for Daddy, and not cumming without permission."

He stops the movements of his hand over his throbbing cock, afraid he might cum too quickly if he keeps going.

"Just one more thing before you get your reward, baby," he says, pausing and listening to your trembling breaths and moans. "Beg."

You part your lips compliantly, but your words are trapped in your throat.

"I said, beg."

"P-Please..." you whimper. "Please let me c-cum." It's hard to think of words when you're focusing on not unravelling.

"I think you can do better than that, baby," he whispers, enjoying the sight of you squirming. "Try a little harder."

"Please, D-Daddy. I...I wanna cum." Your body starts convulsing as you desperately try to fight it. "Please let me cum! I-Iwanna cum for you. P-Please! I'll be a good girl from now on! Please, just let me c-cum!"

"Now, that's more like it," he coos, standing up and sauntering over to the side of the bed. "Okay, baby, go ahead. You can cum."

As the words pass his lips, your control caves in, releasing the floodgate and sending the tingling ecstasy surging and shuddering through your body, stronger and deeper than any orgasm you've felt before.

He thinks your whines of thanks as you spasm around your own fingers are adorable.

As your high subsides, and the rutting of your hips begins to slow, he starts to undress, tossing his clothes onto the chair and crawls onto the bed, gently taking your face in his hands.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, baby," he hushes, his thumb running over your bottom lip before placing a kiss on your forehead. "You did so well. You want your reward now, hm?"

You nod, your pupils blown wide. "Yes please, Daddy."

Daisuke sits back, rubbing his cock between your creamy folds and coating himself in your slick, before aligning himself with your entrance.

"Don't worry, baby," he says, with a grin. "I'm going to give you all the orgasms you missed."

heyyyy :)

i hope you have a good day.

i would like to request a part 2 (or maybe more parts)

of the Kambe daisuke str!pclub story.

i love you storys btw <3

VIP Treatment | FKBU Drabble

Daisuke × fem!stripper!reader

♡ Sequel to: Eat The Rich ♡

Warnings: 18+, spicy smuttt 🥵, holy water on standby pls, strip club, sex for money, protected sex + mentions of raw sex, close to hate fucking 🤏, maybe some dub-con if you're really squinting but not really, 1 (one) light booty slap lmao, sugar daddy proposal 👀, dark themes, swearing, Daisuke being one cocky son of a biatch lol, request, drabble

A/N: Hello, Anon! Thank you so much for requesting this! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get to it. I had a lot of requests and other content lined up. I hope you like it, though ♡ Please read part 1 first, as the story continues!

This request isn't part of it, but please check out my 500 followers event below! Requests are now open!

♡ My 500 followers thirst event ♡

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

"Fuck," Daisuke hisses. His grimace dissolves into a smirk as he looks up at you.

His view is perfect as he watches you slowly slide up and down on your knees, taking him inside you, inch by inch. He holds your thigh, fingers clutching at your flesh, before running his thumb over the skin.

It's been two months since he first came to the club and made his little 'business proposal'. Now he's a regular, stopping by at least three times a week, just to fuck you – or for you to fuck him. That's how it usually goes.

At least he normally brings condoms with him now. Raw costs him extra. A lot extra.

Not that it isn't enjoyable – fuck, his dick is so good, it's unfair. Like you're ever going to tell him that.

A slap lands on the side of your ass, snapping you back into the moment. It sounded worse than it felt, nice and audible against the curve.

"Attention on me," he says, almost softly. Demanding prick. You narrow your eyes at him.

Fine. If he wants your full attention, that's what he's going to get.

You sit up straighter, rising up onto you knees, and increase the pace of your movements until you're bouncing on is cock, your thighs burning. Your eyes glint in wicked satisfaction as you recognise the frustration in his face as he struggles with himself against the sudden increase in stimulation.

But rather than sink under your determination, he rises to the challenge. He grips your hips for stability, bucking up to meet you every time you fall and swallow his length into your tight, little cunt.

His breaths are rougher, he's less collected. That stupid, supercilious grin is still there, but it's shifted into something more amused. Like he enjoys the competition.

A hand comes up and cups your breast as it bounces, thumbing over your nipple, before he pulls you forwards, enveloping it in his mouth. He licks and sucks.

You feel weak under his touch, but you keep fucking yourself down on him, the tip of his cock reaching so deep inside you that you feel like whining. But when he peers up at you with those icy eyes, his tongue still wrapped around your nipple, you shudder, almost collapsing against him.

The coil in your stomach tightens as he thrusts up into you, your hips grinding desperately into his movements as you chase your high.

"Gonna cum for me, hm?" he coos, too sweetly to be genuine. He chuckles through his ragged breaths, the air cool on your sweat-covered skin, and his voice drops. "Go on, cum for me. Do it."

His fingers find your clit and start making slow, deliberate circles. He's barely been stroking you for more than a few of seconds before you're clinging to his neck and rutting your hips against him as your tight walls squeeze and flutter around his cock.

He muffles his grunts as you cum, gritting his teeth as you fall to pieces against him.

"D...don't fight it," you mumble into his shirt, clutching at the loose tie that's come undone around his neck. "...cum for me too. Wanna feel it." You can feel him throbbing inside you at your words.

He pushes you face-down onto the seat and re-enters you, thrusting at his own pace until his fingers dig into your hips and he spills out inside the rubber with a dissolute groan.

It's only ten minutes later, when you're both redressed, that he speaks again, this time with a business proposal even more ridiculous than the last.

You cock you eyebrow at him. "You want me to what?"

"Quit your job here and come for work me. Just for me." He leans back in the seat the way he always does, taking out a cigar and lighting it with his Zippo.

"What, you afraid I'm fucking my other clients?" you scoff. "They fucking wish they were that rich."

"Is that a no?" he says, in reference to his offer. He snaps the Zippo shut and puffs out a plume of smoke in your direction.

"I didn't say that." It would mean no more creepy losers. No more guys' hands you didn't want on you. No more work. "What would you be then? My sugar daddy?" you tease, smoothing out your dress.

"You could call it that." He draws on the cigar again. "I'll even buy you your own place, if that's what you want. Just keep doing this with me, and I'll pay you more than you could ever need."

"You're already doing that."

"Then I'll pay you even more."

You laugh, but he doesn't, and it shuts you up. There's something odd about his behaviour. He isn't as cocky and smirking as usual. It's almost affectionate, but you tell yourself 'posessive' is more likely the ticket.

"Well?" he asks, tilting his head to the side.

Well. There was only one answer a girl like you could give to an offer like that. Right?

Eat The Rich | FKBU Drabble

Daisuke × fem!stripper!reader

♡ Read the sequel: VIP Treatment ♡

Warnings: 18+, spicy smuttt 🥵, get the holy water mah gals, blowjob, strip club, sex for money, implied raw sex, maybe some dub-con if you're really squinting but not really, dark themes, swearing, Daisuke being one cocky son of a biatch lol, drabble

Song: Such A Whore (instru.) – JVLA/Stellular Remix

A/N: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the darker side of Daisuke. Yet another idea that has been living rent-free in the dark back-alleys of my brain. Song is optional, I just vibe with it. Again, my drabbles aren't as edited as my regs. So soz. Anywayyys, enjoy 🤑

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

"HEUSC – transfer another ten thousand to Miss Y/L/N's account," says Daisuke, leaning back against the red, velvet cushions of the private room, your lips currently wrapped around the veiny shaft of his cock.

The deep thuds of the music outside sound faint and muffled through the walls, filling the silence alongside the lewd slurps and panting breaths coming from your mouth.

It wasn't supposed to happen. You're a stripper. The club has rules, and 'No touching' – well, that's the simplest fucking rule there is. And yet, here you are.

And why?

Well, sure, he was cute. That, and he had a lot of money to throw at you. More than you'd ever seen in your life, and that was saying something.

After about twenty minutes of shaking your ass and tits for him, going through the motions with yet another corporate daddy with an obscene amount of money to throw away and zero fucks to give, he'd spoken for the first time all night.

"How about we make it a little hotter in here?"

He'd gestured with a thick roll hundred dollar bills between his first and second fingers, an unbelievably cocky glint behind his eyes that you read like a picture book.

You'd stared at the money before snapping your eyes back to his and giving the cocky son of a bitch the dirtiest stink eye you could muster.

"That's not how this works," you'd sassed.

He'd almost laughed, meeting your gaze head on and refusing to back down.

"Of course it is."

The money kept rising, one thing lead to another, and now here you are, disappointing your parents even further than you thought possible, and breaking every rule in the book, by getting down on your knees and sucking his throbbing cock like it's the most delicious thing you've ever tasted.

And it is – well, as far as cocks go, anyway. I mean, dont think he hasn't noticed how wet you're getting just sucking him off.

He looks down at you, self-satisfied, enjoying the show as you hollow out your cheeks and take his whole length down your throat, running your tongue along the underside as you bob your head back and forth, trying not to gag.

His dark, lusting eyes burn a hole in the top of your head. Hardly a stifled moan or pleasured breath escapes his mouth, and yet you can tell he's enjoying it. You know from the way his cock reacts, flinching and pulsing to the sensation and pressure of your tongue.

He's experienced. You can feel he's not even close to cumming yet, when he motions for you to stop.

You let the dark, swollen tip slip out of your mouth with a pop, and lick your lips, your hands slowly rubbing circles around his inner thighs.

"Get up here," he orders flatly.

You don't move, coyly fluttering your eyelashes at him.

"Fine," he grins, realising just how well he's managed to train you. "HEUSC – transfer another ten thousand."

You bite your lip as the transaction goes through, rising slowly up onto his thighs, one leg hugging either side of his hips. You gently cradle his cock with your fingers in the gap between your unequally clothed bodies.

It's hot. Pulsing. Still wet and sticky from your mouth.

You shift slightly, and a strand of slavia or precum strings out from the tip after your bare abdomen accidentally connects with it.

Pressed up against him like that, your pussy drips and pools in his lap, staining the expensive fabric. But he doesn't seem to mind.

In fact, he seems to like it. Relish it, even.

His arms stretch out along the curved back of the seating, that same, smug grin twisting the corners his lips. It makes you want to kiss him messily, shove your tongue down his throat and bite down on his lip, just for the hell of it.

"Good. Now," he says calmly, not making a move. "You're going to take me inside that eager, little pussy of yours. Raw, and I'll throw in an extra fifty thousand."

You mull it over for a second, but barely even that.

You rise up on your knees, nibbling the grin on your lips as you attempt to tease him by allowing the head of his cock to dip shallowly into the slick of your entrance.

"Mmm," he hums, the vibrations ricocheting up your spine. "It's time for you really start earning my money."

Hey– in for a penny, in for a pound. Right?

Can I request two characters? First, Haru with 🍒, with the reader being the virgin please. Like a gentle patient Haru guiding the reader through every step. 😭 And for Daisuke, voyeurism/edging pleaseeeee. Reader is touching herself and thinking about Daisuke when he walks in. Proceeds to tell the reader to keep going but not letting her cum she really begs. Then obviously there’s a round two after. 😂😂😂 Thank you so much!! Congrats on 500 followers! :)

Haru + Losing Virginity | FKBU Drabble

Haru × virgin!fem!reader

♡ Read Daisuke's request ♡

Prompt 5: 🍒 LOSING VIRGINITY 🍒

Warnings: 18+, smut, virgin reader, losing virginity, soft and guiding Haru, lots and lots of kissing, protected sex, oral, fingering, nipple play, bit of mutual possessiveness, dash of fluff 🥺, implied aftercare, request, 500 followers event, drabble

A/N: Hello, lovely!! Thank you so much for requesting my boys 🥺 Whoops, this ended up kind of long 😳 Since this is a two part request, I'll post the other one separately and hyperlink it back to this one, okay? Stay tuned!

The event is now closed, so I'm not accepting any more event requests, but I will keep posting all the requests I received before before deadline. Anyway, enjoy ♡

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⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

"And you're sure you want this?" asks Haru, cupping your face with his hand. It was the fourth time he'd asked that since he got back to your apartment.

You press a soft, almost chaste kiss on his lips. "Yes, Haru. I'm sure."

That kiss makes his heart beat wildly. It's almost painful how much he wants you, but he doesn't want to hurt you. Ever. He wants to protect you. Make you feel safe. Loved.

He swallows, his throat drying out as it fully dawns on him that he'll be your first time.

"Alright." There's an awkward pause. "I'll be gentle, okay? And tell me if you want to stop. I won't mind. I want you to feel safe and enjoy yourself."

You nod, your heart swelling. He holds your jaw and kisses you deeply, his hands roaming your body and discarding your layers. Even just kissing him, you're breathless.

He's takes his time removing both of your clothes, building your anticipation and arousal. And when he struggles for a second with the clasp of your bra, you giggle, making him chuckle.

When your bra drops to the floor, he's hypnotised, watching your nipples pebble under his gaze. Gingerly, you take his hand and pull it to your boob, encouraging him to touch you.

He's gentle as he rolls your flesh under his palm, pulling your mouth back to his and enveloping your light, adorable moan.

You tilt backwards as he lowers you down to the bed, your kisses becoming more heated as his body presses down on yours.

"You look so beautiful," Haru whispers, leaving a trail of kisses down your body, from your neck down to your stomach.

Sliding your underwear down your legs, he runs his hands along your thighs, spreading them wide. You shiver at the look in his eyes as he bites his lower lip.

"Fuck," he murmurs. Your core clenches, feeling the slick of your arousal dripping from your core.

Haru leans forward, pressing a slow, deep kiss against your pussy. You gasp at the feeling of his tongue licking up between your folds, your hips jolting when he catches your clit.

"That feel good?" he asks. The vibrations caress you as he continues to nudge and swirl his tongue around your swollen bud.

"Mhm," you mewl.

"I'm gonna try and make you cum, okay?" he says, looking up at you. He face is flushed as he returns his tongue between your thighs.

He's gentle, but passionate, endeavouring to please you with every movement, his cock getting harder with every suck on your clit and quiet curse under your breath.

You run you hand through his hair as you feel the pressure building inside you, like you're about to burst, rocking your hips into his face.

"That's it, baby," he groans. "That's it. Don't fight it. You can let go, it's okay. I've got you."

You find yourself holding your breath as your orgasm snaps inside you, releasing in warm, pulsing waves through your body that bring a tear sparkling in your lashes.

"Breathe, baby," he hushes, caressing his thumb back and forth over the skin of your thigh as you shudder against him. You trust his words, breathing deeper. "That's it. Good girl."

"Mmh...want more," you say, basking in your high as he moves over you.

"It's okay if you're too tired..."

"I'm not too tired!" You pull his head down to yours, bumping foreheads a little too forcefully, both hissing at the pain. "Ouch... No. I want you, Haru. So much. I'm not too tired, I promise."

Haru strokes the pink mark on your forehead and kisses it. "Okay, baby. Hold on."

He leans over to the nightstand and fiddles with a condom packet, repressing a groan as he slides the rubber over his throbbing cock.

"Open your legs for me, baby" he says, placing a guiding hand on each knee. "That's it."

He runs a finger through your folds, coating it in your arousal, before dipping inside your cunt, the other hand encircling your clit as he fucks you with his finger, prepping your tight hole for the girth of his cock.

You let out a contented sigh, rolling your hips and sucking his digit further inside you.

"You want another?" he asks, lovingly stroking a particularly sensitive spot.

You nod, letting out a moan. "Mmm...p-please."

He slides in a second finger, pumping them inside your walls until you're loose and slopping, lewd sounds coming your pussy and escaping your mouth.

"H-Haru-" you hiccup. You stare through lidded eyes at his erect cock, and bite your lip. "Fuck me. Please, I n-need you inside me."

A groan eminates from his throat, his cock twitching. A tingle rushes over your skin, a strong pulse surging to your core as he kneels between your legs, aligning his tip with your entrance.

Holding onto your hips, he eases forwards, inching his way in, until he's buried inside you to the hilt. It aches as he stretches you out, filling you entirely, his fingers massaging into the flesh of your hips while he waits.

You whimper when he starts to rock his hips into yours, and he hushes you, leaning down and holding your cheek, and placing a feverish kiss on your lips.

"Does it hurt? Should I stop?" he asks.

You shake your head. "N-No. I'm okay. Please, k-keep going."

He covers your neck with kisses as he moves again, his hips gradually reaching deeper inside you, increasing from isolated thrusts to a slow, tender pace.

His mouth falls to you chest, sucking on your plush flesh and toying at your nipples with his tongue.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans. "Mm...s-so good."

His thrusts send subtle ripples across your body as he pulses inside you, his tip stimulating that same, sensitive area inside you, over and over, making the discomfort dissolve into pleasure.

"Shit, I-I love you, Y/N," he groans, his mouth finding yours. "I love you so much!"

Even amid the groans and sighs of his rapidly approaching climax, he reaches down between you, stroking your clit and pulling you quickly towards your second orgasm.

"Haru! That–!" you whimper. The tension builds unbearably between your legs, threatening to break free with every drag of his cock against your walls.

"Come on, baby. C-Cum for me again," he coos. "Wanna f-feel you cum around me. Can you do that for me? Cum on my cock?"

A few more skills thrusts, and you're mewling out his name as his words pull you over the edge, your body quivering under him and eyes rolling back in your head.

He lets out a desperate gasp as you clamp and spasm around him, sending his hips into an erratic rhythm, before finally cumming, milking himself inside you.

After removing the condom, be collapses down next to you and holds you close, panting as he presses his forehead against yours. His hands feel warm and protective at the nape of your neck.

"That's my girl," he whispers, kissing your open mouth. Your body is still shaking in the aftershocks of your orgasm. "You did so well. Hey, look at me. Breathe. That's it." He pauses, breathing in your scent. "I'm yours now, Y/N."

You nuzzle into his chest, your eyelids beginning to close. "And I'm yours."

Hold Me | FKBU Drabble

Katou Haru × gn!reader

For @darthvadersturd 🌸

Warnings: 18+, mature fluff + comfort, sexual references, smut but not really(??), like super soft sex stuff, subtle cockwarming, so much fluff 🥺, drabble

Song: You Are by Dr. Edward Johnson

A/N: I wrote this on my period. Hormones are haywire. I feel like garbage. I just wanna be loved. It's short, but I hope you like it, Jo! ♡

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

"Hold me."

You shift in Haru's arms, pressing your face deeper into his chest as your fingers twist the fabric of his unbuttoned bed shirt.

His hands run gently up and down your back, soothing you as they pull you into him.

"I already am," he says softly.

"Then hold me closer," you say, choking as your voice falters. "Until there's no space left between us. I don't ever want to be apart from you again. Not even by a centimetre."

Haru pulls you into him tighter, his heartbeat pulsing in your ear, reverberating in your head and through your bones, right to the centre of your being. Your legs are intertwined under the covers as he rests inside you, filling you up. Making you feel whole.

Whole in a way that nobody has ever made you feel before.

"Shh, it's okay," he hushes, placing gentle, loving kisses on your forehead. Tears brim at the corners of his eyes, the feeling of being so utterly connected to you overwhelming him. "It's okay, I'm here. I've got you."

"I know," you whisper into him. You toy with the loose button on his clothes, picking and pulling at it. "Please, Haru. Don't stop holding me."

"I won't," he says, his lips trembling as they find yours.

Heaven. Nirvana. Elysium – what are they, but mere mortal words that fall short of your own euphoria?

His breaths shake, ghosting over your skin, sending shivers cascading down your body. Your body – kept warm by his, and his by yours.

"Promise me?" you ask, your lips brushing against his.

He kisses you again, slowly. Softly. Deeply. You can taste him.

"I'll never stop holding you," he says, carefully holding your face in his hands as he looks you in the eye. He then cradles you against him. "I promise."

And Haru always protects his promises.