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ෆ — cw: fem!reader. femdom, hair pulling, pegging. use of a strap (a vibrating one). sub!kisaki. think of that one kisaki panel but he has even longer hair.
thinking about kisaki who grows his hair out, till the ends are flowing just past his shoulders.
he usually takes care to maintain his appearance and attire, regularly getting his hair redyed, treated and cut, shaving every morning, all that.
but then, he gets a little more absorbed in his plans and his work, meeting a few unusually difficult obstacles along his path to leading the greatest criminal organisation known to Japan — and within a few months, his hair is hanging around his shoulders in long, wavy locks, a pretty mix of mostly blonde and a little black.
he keeps it tied up for convenience and for a more professional look, pulled into a neat bun or ponytail, most of the time — but by the end of the day, it’s come loose.
a strand coming apart to hang over his right eye, some shorter strands curling at his ears and nape. and he complains so often, that he really should find the time to cut it soon.
but really, he doesn't want to cut it anymore. even if he did, he'd miss it so much.
because every time he's pressed to the bedsheets with your hips flush against his ass, strap vibrating dully as you push it deeper inside him, you card your fingers through that long, beautiful hair, and pull.
it feels so damn good, sends such a thrill up his spine every time, he could cum in an instant.
"y'like it like this, tetta?" you coo, and he's already blushed furious enough, but his face goes hotter still, at your teasing tone.
your fingers tangle into his hair, when he doesn't reply — your nails scratching at his scalp deliciously, when you grab it all into your fist and push his face into the mattress, cheek squished against the pillow, as you lean down and whisper against the shell of his ear, "where's that pretty mouth of yours, baby? tongue still working in there, or did i fuck your smart little head too dumb for you to be able to talk?"
"i—" it's embarrassing to say it, and kisaki has never thought dirty talk would turn him on until he had you speak to him like this.
but there's something that just compells him, when you're leaning over his body, hot and slick with sweat against him with how hard you're fucking him, turning him into a flustered mess underneath you with your words, your hands and that damn strap of yours.
"i do — fuck, i do like it."
"good boy," you giggle, rolling your hips in and fucking him even deeper, and he bites his lip, trying to swallow back the moan that bubbles up his throat when you hit exactly the right spot.
and really, kisaki may be a heartless man with a goal ahead of him that he's willing to do anything and everything to achieve for himself — but nothing compares to the way your hand curls into his hair and tugs, before you loosen your grip and let your palm run down the tanned skin of his nape, his back, before coming to a rest at his raised hips.
the way you squeeze, drawing that moan back out from his throat effortlessly, before your hand wanders past the curve of his waist to grab at his cock, that's weeping pitifully for your attention, bobbing against his stomach with each thrust of your strap into him.
"mm—" his vision goes nearly white, when you pump at his tip, dragging your fist all the way down to the base of his cock, slicking his whole length up with the precum that's drooled out, before fucking his sensitive tip through your fingers.
it drives him crazy with pleasure.
the best part, though is when you finally bring him over the edge and make him cum — hot, white ropes of it splattering the sheets under him, right before you place your hand flat against his back and push him down onto the mess he’d just made.
he moans unabashedly then, stormy blue eyes rolling back into his head as he melts into the euphoria of his high.
then, that hand of yours climbs back up to slide its fingers into his long, blonde locks again, the heel of your palm digging into the back of his neck as you curl them into the tousled hair. “you like that?” you repeat one last time, for your own satisfaction.
“hah, i—” he’s cut off when you bend down, your stomach and your tits pressing against him, as you twist his head to a side by his hair, to see his face and give him a kiss on his lips, swollen with the effect of your previous kisses and how he’d been trying to muffle his moans. “i do like it, i already said.”
you laugh, then, a sweet sound into his mouth. “i love you, tetta.” and immediately, he feels so content and consoled inside. because really, that's all he wants, in the end.
to be loved. by you.
you straighten back up after you say it, and he opens his mouth to answer with an i love you too—
but his words are cleaved by another shaky moan that forces itself out of him when you pull the strap out, still throbbing dully, sticky and warm with lube and spit as it leaves his tight little hole.
not to be discourse-y or whatever, but some people have gotta realize that there's more than one way you can characterize a fictional character. they're literally fictional characters, to be interpreted in a way that it pleases us and caters to us.
my biggest problem with the universe is how perfectly wakui built up kisaki’s many vile crimes, all his betrayal, the way he painted him the be the perfect puppet master just to pull the plug on him oh so suddenly.
pairing: bonten!mikey x fem!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)
synopsis: leading an empire of violence, manjiro sano thought that he’d seen it all. but when a graduate research student begins working as a hostess at one of his clubs in the tokyo red light district, his worldview starts to gradually shift. there’s one, cardinal issue though— he can’t let you know that he’s the head of japan’s most dangerous crime syndicate.
word count: 7.7k
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. mentions of guns, violence, and sex work/sex trafficking (no trafficking actually occurs). explicit smut. oral (f!receiving). protected sex. switching POVs (indicated by three red dots). scene changes (indicated by three white dots).
notes: thank you violet for beta-reading this chapter! i think i’m going to try to stick to a weekly posting schedule so that i can finish this series before i return to school. as always, i hope you enjoy! reblogs and feedback are super appreciated! :)
“Ken? Really?” Sanzu giggles as he shoves his key into the ignition, the engine whirring to life. “You could’ve come up with any fucking name under the sun and you settled with Ken?”
“Shut up. I panicked,” Mikey spits back, buckling his seatbelt and slumping in his chair after it clicks.
He really does try to stay away. You’ve made it clear that you only him as a friend, going as far as to calling him your brother. You don’t see him as anything else and he could accept it at first. He likes you enough.
That is, until you start flirting with his friends. You’re too open about the guys you sleep with and he just doesn’t understand why you don’t want to give him a chance. He’s so much better and he knows he can make it so good for you.
You can’t blame him for what he does. You’re so plaint and trustworthy that you always fall asleep at his place, this time though, he takes advantage of the fact that you’re a deep sleeper. He respects you enough to use protection but that’s mainly so he doesn’t get his cum in or on you as evidence of what he’s done.
Your pussy just clamps around him so tightly and it’s like a dream, how could you deny him for this long when you’re body is so willing to accept him in your most vulnerable state? It’s silly because he knows it feels so good and he’s definitely doing it again if you don’t give him a chance to fuck you when you’re awake. Next time, he’s cumming inside you just because he’s a petty bitch.
pairing: bonten!mikey x fem!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)
synopsis: leading an empire of violence, manjiro sano thought that he’d seen it all. but when a graduate research student begins working as a hostess at one of his clubs in the tokyo red light district, his worldview starts to gradually shift. there’s one, cardinal issue though— he can’t let you know that he’s the head of japan’s most dangerous crime syndicate.
word count: 5.0k
warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI. no explicit smut in this chapter but sexual themes are present. mentions of sex work, alcohol consumption, and murder (to an extent). explicit language. switching POVs will be indicated by three red dots (…) whereas a scene change is signified by three white dots (…)
notes: after a month of letting this fic collect dust in my google docs, i finally finished the first chapter! thank you to all my moots who let me scream about the plot for this work <3 let me know if you recognize some of their cameos ;) i hope you enjoy and reblogs + feedback are super appreciated!!!
“How… boring.”
Mikey yawns as his fingers shuffle through the files on his desk, briskly skimming through monthly reports delivered to him by his executives.
Hostess club in Kabukicho experiencing a period of rapid growth. Ten percent increase in profits this past month.
