words actually cannot describe how much I NEED Kenji. Like it's an actual problem I would be thrilled to be his stupid househusband and spend all day looking after him ^°^
MEOW HOUSEHUSBAND 👀👀 !!!! It would for real be such whiplash for the rest of the yakuza cause Kenji so doesn't seem like the type. Not only is he the quietest and gets the least attention from girls when he, Makoi, Hayao and Shura are out, but he's definitely one of the most devoted to the clan to the point that the Azumako uncles and elders often praise him for it, especially seeing as he's not even a blood-related family member. So to find out he's dating somebody would be a shock, and for him to get married would be even more surprising!
In fact, by the time Makoi and the others finally meet you and find a cute guy prancing around Kenji's modest little home, they're so far past being taken by surprise that it doesn't even faze them that he's married a dude. Momo might make some jokes here and there, but he's got absolutely 0 legs to stand on considering he blows all his money on Umi's streams--plus, he definitely doesn't wanna poke the bear where you're involved. Kenji doesn't have much and values his possessions rarely, but you're a person he would do unspeakable things for if it meant protecting your honour.
Aside from that, you and Kenji would seem like the absolutely picture-perfect couple, partly because you dote on him and partly because he's so sweet on you. He's never really dated before and he's not one to fall into the womanizing habits that often plague the male members of the Azumako clan, so he's noticeably tender and gentle with you in a way that few other men would be. Even if you're a househusband, he'll still do a load of laundry for you when he gets home so you can relax, and he takes a day out of the week to cook for you so you don't have to plan every meal. But he loves the way you care for him and run after him to tend to his every need, especially when he's had a hard day and just needs his husband to snuggle with and comfort him. He's not the "smack your ass on your way by" kind of husband or the type to tease you too much, he's unbearably delicate with you and he always tries to consider your feelings before his own. The exception to his gentleness, however, is in the bedroom.
Kenji isn't rough, per se, at least not by default, but...he's definitely a little pent-up more often than not. He's not a talker, he's not prone to violence unless absolutely necessary, and he has a tight grasp on his emotions; plus, you're his one and only outlet for sexual energy, so it can be a bit of a bumpy ride. Even though he definitely cums the first few times you consummate the marriage, it's not until you get more comfortable in the bedroom with him that he's really able to cut loose. He likes to take things outside of the bedroom into other areas of your home, particularly the shower, but somehow he's especially fond of the little span of floor right in the middle of your small living room. It's hard to imagine why at first, but when Kenji grabs your face and pins it to the floorboards so he can bend you over completely, the arch of your back and the sloppy mess he leaves dripping down your legs makes it all a lot clearer.
The househusband aspect may be his favourite part though, cause crowding you in against the countertop and fondling you underneath that cute apron could send him into the stratosphere with bliss. Sometimes he has to interrupt your cooking or baking altogether by railing you over it, and sometimes he just urges you to keep up what you're doing while he kneels down behind you and thanks you for the meal--just not the one you're cooking. It might become a bit of an addiction as time passes and he only falls deeper in love with you, but if the yakuza have met you by then, it's no surprise. When Kenji checks his phone and gets up to leave without a word, everybody present already knows what's up. Kenji's got a nice, helpful, and cute husband at home--it's no surprise that he'll dip early to go make sure you're all taken care of.
Could we get “It's okay if you hurt me, I can take it.” with makoi's gang 👀👀
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of course you can ofc you caaaan!! <333
VIII - "It's okay if you hurt me, I can take it."
(cws: gn!darling, non/dubcon, kidnapping, fingering & hand stuff, objectification, dirty talk w/ a sprinkle of victim blaming, light impact play, smoking, drinking)
“You did not just say that.” Despite the gruff exterior of the man that towered over you, he bore a grin of absolute delight that bordered on manic.
He–Hayao–was only one of the group of men who had kidnapped you, having been yanked off the street and thrown into a car before you could even scream. You suspected it was him that had grabbed you, since he was so tall and effortlessly strong, but it wasn't. It had been the shorter guy with the ponytail that had lifted you off your feet from behind, while his spiky-haired friend with the silver necklace picked your phone up off the ground, scrolling through it as he meandered behind him to the car. Shura and Kenji relaxed on the little step in the courtyard, where you could watch them pass a cigarette between each other as they drained a few bottles of some unrecognizable liquor.
All they said when they had you subdued was that you were a present for someone else. But right now, it just felt like you were here to be ogled by the freckle-faced giant looming over you, who was so keen on having you repeat what you just uttered. “Say it again, cutie. Say it for me.”
“I-I…” You tried to look away, only to find the other two staring back at you now over their shoulders, Shura's lips twisting into a smirk as he blew out the smoke from his lungs into the breeze. “It's okay if you hurt me…I-I can take it.”
“Fuck!” Hayao shuddered, and slipped his sunglasses off the top of his head to toss them aside. The mere motion of him stripping off his leather jacket, and showing off those muscly biceps under his white tee, had you despicably weak in the knees as he descended on you against the tatami.
“Hey, don't go too rough.” Shura commented, as his friend yanked open the flimsy kimono they'd pulled over you after ripping your clothes from your body. “Mako's gonna tear you a new one if you break his new prize.”
The giant groaned, but not out of annoyance, rather in the face of your wet, glossy eyes peering up at him as he pressed his fingers into your opening. He would've had great fun being the one to lube you up in preparation, but that had been Kenji's job–him and his long, cool fingers that had you squirming enough to need his palm on your mouth to muffle you.
“You think I can just put the tip in?” He muttered, a meaty hand gripping your thigh to pull it against his crotch, and grind on your soft flesh through his tented jeans. “Will he notice?”
“Yes.” Shura replied, the two onlookers scooting closer to shuffle into the room and pull the paper door closed, which would just trap the heat and sweat and musk of sex inside until it was all you could smell. “Of course he'll notice. When doesn't he?”
“You're dripping.” Kenji murmured under his breath. But instead of looking at you as he spoke, he reached a hand out and held it under your hips, letting the lube and slick collect in his cold palm. Every thrust of Hayao's thick fingers inside had you stretching too wide, your back arching until you laid back against the tatami and resorted to holding your hands over your face in humiliation. The largest of them slung your right leg over his forearm, and you listened through the wet shlucking as they shared a chuckle at your expense.
“If you cum, then that means you like it, okay?” He laughed, his tone tinged with a slur from the booze. “So don't blame us for yoinkin’ you, cause you wanted it.”
“Don't be mean,” Shura chastised him with a whisper of a smile. “The poor thing can barely look at us.”
“Nahh, look!” Hayao gestured at your face, just for Kenji's grip to tighten around your wrists and pull your hands away, exposing those warm cheeks and teary eyes. “Yeah, you like it, huh? I know that look. That's the face of a slut that loves actin’ innocent.”
As his degrading words hit your ears, you jerked at the feeling of something hot nudging your hand–trying to pull it away only left you wriggling, though, as Kenji's blunt nails dug into your skin and forced your fingers down the front of his unzipped jeans. He squeezed them around his stiff cock with haste, and ignored the snickering of his friends while he focused on the task at hand.
“Aww, how sweet!” Shura leaned over you, one hand bracing your only free leg as it twitched and jolted with the force of Hayao's fingers stirring you up into mush. His brown eyes had nearly melted into black as he stared down at you in your sorry state. “Are you helping Ken out? What a good dolly, yes you are,” His tone dripped with condescension, but it fanned the flames that were already burning in the pit of your stomach, even when he grabbed your chin and squeezed your lips into a pout. “God, I wanna fuck this face like crazy. Damn shame Mako called first dibs.” He tutted.
“I'm not complaining,” Hayao moaned, with his gaze locked on to your hole as it swallowed up his deft fingers. “Even if I go last, I'm not pulling out. You'll stay tight for me, won't ya?” He punctuated with a slap on your thigh. “Yeah?” Smack. Smack.
“Hey.” You tried to sit up on your elbows, but the sight of Hayao's brow furrowing instantly had you regretting your decision. His fingers slopped wetly out of your abused hole, and you knew what was coming, but the harsh slap of his open palm on your most sensitive spot still had you crying out at the sting it left behind. The spasms of your walls clenching around nothing seemed more than enough to sate him, if the return of his grin was anything to go by. “That's right. Nice and tight for big brother Hayao.”
“Gross.” Shura rolled his eyes as sat back on his haunches. The way he smirked, as if that was just a joke between them, certainly didn't make you feel any better about it.
“Shut up.” Hayao playfully replied, and nudged him to watch as your hips started to shake. He and Shura took turns playing with you, flicking your sensitive flesh and plunging their fingers in halfway to feel you clench. Meanwhile, Kenji's grip became more insistent, and he hunched over your hand like it was in itself a makeshift sex toy. He squeezed your wrist hard and humped it once, twice more, and a sea of sticky, hot seed flooded your tingling skin as he finally let you pull away and slumped back. As much as you wanted to wipe your white, dripping fingers off, Shura grabbed your bruised arm and shoved them into your mouth, and this time you put up no resistance.
What use was it anymore? You were here, you were trembling with the need to cum–and just as you expected, the quietest yakuza's bitter seed tasted just as heady and hot as you expected.
“Cumming already?” Shura rubbed your belly as it dipped, concaving with the force of your hips twisting off the floor as you blanked out. “Mmhm, that's it, just ride it out. Make a mess–Hayao here will clean it up.” He cocked his head, and the yakuza in question was already lifting your flesh to his mouth before you had even finished spasming.
A wet spot on Kenji's trousers, the self-satisfied smirk on Shura's face, Hayao's t-shirt soaked in sweat and a mess all over the tatami. That's what Makoi was destined to walk in on, and you could only hope he was of the same mind as his pervy, overly-welcoming friends.
