What Are You Doing?

“What are you doing?”

Baji gets no response except for the shuffling of material as you neatly fold your clothes and put them into the duffel on the bed. You don’t look at him as you reach blindly for another item of clothing.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He’s more forceful this time and he sees the tremor in your hands at his tone. He sees it and it does something to the ball of emotion that he’d been swelling inside him these past few weeks. Anger and disappointment flood him. “Are you leaving?”

Your fist tightens on the shirt in your grasp. Your shoulder hunching as he crosses the room. His hands hover over your shoulder, freezing when you flinch away from his touch. “I- I don’t think I can do this anymore,” you say. Your voice is small, soft, careful. Like you’re speaking to a wild animal and you’re afraid you might spook it. “I can’t- you’re—”

Your words are interrupted by a hiccup. A broken sound that rips from you. It unravels your resolve as though you’ve pulled on the loose thread of your sanity. You’re sobbing. Your palm trembling as you attempt to cover your mouth and hide the awful sounds leaving you.

Baji is stupefied. He has no idea what is happing right now. He reaches for you only to have you scramble out of his reach. Almost tripping over your feet in your haste. His brows furrow, as he continues to advance on you and you continue to back away.

“Angel?” He questions. “Angel, what the fuck is going on?”

He’s cornered you and you recover enough to snap. To let him hook those warm, work roughened fingers into the delicate threads of your self control and tear them apart. “You fucked her!” You scream. “You fucked her!” And your hands are slamming against Baji’s chest. The echo of each thumb as you pound at the hard muscle rings in your ear.

Someone is screaming and Baji is frozen. Muscles locked as he takes every hit. As he lets you claw and slap at him. Because he hadn’t- he hadn’t anticipated this. That you would learn about his one fuck up. That it would do something like this you. Your struggling ceases and he realizes he’s reflexively wrapped his arms around you and you’d reflexively melted into the contours of him.

You must realize it as well because with a strength not even you knew you possessed you shove him. And Baji is weak limbed and distracted so that he goes sprawling into his ass at the movement. He’s gaping. Like one of the koi at the aquarium he’d taken you to on your first date. Lips parted as he stares at you dumbly. He cannot speak but his silence is enough.

Your breathing is ragged as you redouble efforts of packing. You don’t bother folding the clothes anymore. Just chucking them into the space bag, uncaring of what the item actually is.

“It was-“ he licks his lips and just the sound of his voice sets you on edge all over again. “It was a mistake.”

Your sadness and disappointment are morphing into something ugly and violent and for one insane second you consider calling your brothers. They’d kill him. They’d kill him. They’d kill hi- but you don’t want him dead. You love him. You don’t want him dead. And you’re crying all over again because you love him.

You love the lying, cheating bastard who’d married you under cherry blossoms in spring and danced in the wet sand, in the cold rain just so you could say you’d done it. You love the lying, cheating man you’d adopted a dog with. You’d bought a house with. Planned to start a family with.

“How many times?” You ask between sobs. “How many times Keisuke?”

“Once,” he admits. “It was only once. It was a mistake,” he’s rambling. Your question has opened the floodgates for excuses. “It never happens after that. I was going to tell you but she told me not to. She said-“ he pauses again and you almost scoff at him. “She said you’d hate us. So I- I kept it and it- please don’t leave me.”

He sounds as broken as you. You can’t even look at him. You can’t even look at him. “She’s pregnant,” you announce. “Eight months. The timing’s about right. Yeah?”

Baji makes a choked noise. Like he’s drowning on air. “No!” He protests. “It’s not mine. It can’t- it can’t be-“

“It’s yourself alright,” you sniffle. “Said she hadn’t been with any other man since that night.”

“She’s lying-“

“You’re both lying pieces of shit,” you say, and you zip the duffle, reaching for your handbag on a nearby chair you shuffle around the room grabbing your jewelry and then into the adjoining bathroom to grab your toiletries. Baji remains on the floor is head in his hands.

“Please,” he says. And he sound rightfully broken. “Please don’t leave- we can- we can talk about this.”

There’s nothing to talk about. You grab the duffel and head for the door. You stop in the frame and glance at him over your shoulder. “I hope she gives you those twins you’ve always wanted.”

so....

CHILDHOOD IS A VULNERABLE PERIOD OF A PERSONS LIFE OKAY

anyways tell me about your embarrassing 2d crushes

mitsuya fingers me til i squirt pls plsplslslsllslls

you lil horny freaky FUCK. i gotcha.

“c’mon, baby. give me what i want.” mitsuya whispers against the shell of your flushed ear, kissing along your earlobe and neck as the palm of his hand collides with your sobbing pussy. he knows you’re tired, not wanting to give up yet until you’ve squirted all over his mattress with your toes curling and eyes rolling back to the point you saw into a pit of black nothingness. you’ve already cum three times tonight. once from the piercing and talented tongue that rested in his mouth and twice from his cock fucking you absolutely stupid. but that wasn’t and would never be enough for his insatiable need to see your body shuddering again and your airway constricting as he forced a stream of clear liquid from his cute little fuck toy. you’ve been at it for an hour and nothing has yet to come. he’s patient and impatient all together. the tent in his pants rising yet again when you finally call out “f-feels like i have to p-pee… no more p-please, takashi…” his fingers fuck you harder and faster, obscene squelching and gushing noises flying through the air as he encourages you to release. he curls and scissors his digits vigorously and with desperation, groaning at the sight of it finally happening, eyes widening and tongue lolling out as you make a mess on his lower half and bed below. he stills himself, allowing you the chance to calm down before removing his fingers and bring them to his lips with a smile of victory, “thank you, pretty.”

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About time.

⌗ Summary: Akashi deciding to upgrade your arrangement.

⌗ Pairing: Bonten! Akashi Takeomi.

⌗ Warnings: Suggestive, while there’s no smut, there’s bluntly mention of sex. Thank you. Also, cursing.

⌗ A/N: I know I told ya I’m on my Akashi brainrot.😵‍💫

The advisor of Bonten, Akashi Takeomi, has an excellent arrangement with you. You were fuckbuddies and he couldn’t thank the heavens enough for putting you in his life.

You go to his house after work and let him do whatever the fuck he wants with your body, and he lets you use him however you see fit. Other days he would be the one going to your house to do the same.

Sure, every member in Bonten begs to differ when he calls you his friend, saying y’all were a married couple without being married, or being a couple.

And he couldn’t blame them, your dynamics were a little too homey to call them just benefits of fucking each other’s brains every time you’re together.

The after care doesn’t end in just cleaning each other and going on your way, no. He would cook for you, you would give him massages, y’all would talk about your job in the bath while he advises you on some points. When you go shopping you buy ties for him and he wears them with pride, when he thinks you look good in certain stuff he buys a whole collection of it, an example of that is your closet now full of red satin spaghetti straps long dresses.

What he never does though, is letting you know about the violence in his gang. Yes, he has his hands in all kinds of fucked up business, and you are aware of this, but still, he doesn’t want to corrupt the little fantasy of a normal life he has when he’s with you. You know he’s dangerous already, he doesn’t need to go out of his way to show you.

But today, today he didn’t calculate that he was going to be called by Sanzu while he was on a little getaway with you, or to put it in simple words, on a date.

“Something’s wrong, baby?” You say while stopping your walk to watch him, he slides his hand to your ass and pulls you till your chests collide softly.

“I’m coming there right now, don’t fucking beat him Sanzu,” He says to the other man on the phone.

“You can’t waste time taking your woman home, c’mere right now!” He groans.

“Shut up,”

And now he’s driving with you to one of their warehouses, his hand tight on your thigh, you slide your hand to the back of his neck and start massaging his scalp.

“Calm down, I know all your members already, why are you so tense, mh?” You murmur in a sultry tone, not because you want to turn him on, but because that’s a good way of making him focus on you and not on what’s eating him alive.

“I know, I’m not worried about you seeing them, I just don’t want you in this world,” He says.

“I am in this world, love, want me to remind you who’s the one fucking me every single night?” He smiles, proud of being that person. You slide your hand from his scalp to his thigh, letting your fingers flex till they brush his crotch, he opens his legs. “Let’s just do this and go back to our date, can we do that?”

“Of course, babygirl, whatever you want.”

When you get to the place you grab two of his fingers to not indulge in PDA in his job but he interlocks your hands, tugging you slightly till you are walking by his side.

In the middle of the place there's a man in a chair with his hands tied behind his back. He doesn’t look beaten up but still you could see his red cheeks, probably from some hard slaps.

“Good! Our advisor is here, shall we begin?!” Sanzu says, and Akashi looks at you.

“Go to Sanzu for a second, yeah?” You nod and walk to Sanzu, who puts an arm around your shoulders. Akashi was about to call him out but you put your arm around his waist, not uncomfortable. He let it slide.

Two hours later and with almost every single trick Akashi knew and the man still hasn’t let them know what they want. He was getting pissed. His date was ruined, his mood was ruined, you were there listening to all his threats, fuck.

Suddenly you leave Sanzu’s side and go to your man, you put a hand on his chest and smile at him.

“What do you need to know?” You whisper and he frowns. “Tell me what information you need and I’ll get it for you, baby.”

“He’s a traitor, we know he’s working with an enemy gang but we need the names of the others who are with him,” You nod and he puts a hand on your waist. “Prin–”

“Okay so let's end this quickly, shall we?” You say with a smile turning around.

The Haitanis, Koko, Kakucho, Sanzu and even Mikey got closer because what the fuck do you think you are doing?

“What the fuck?” The guy in the chair mumbles.

You get in front of him and crouch as if you were talking with a little kid, feeling Akashi behind you.

“Can you please tell my friend Mikey what he needs to know?” You say with a fake smile, everybody’s silent.

“They've been going at it for four hours now, and you think you’re gonna make me talk? Know your place whore,” You giggle.

You stand up and turn around, taking Akashi’s hand and signaling the others that it is a lost cause.

“Kokonoi, can you please transfer to this man's account 200 thousand dollars?” The smile you give him is all Kokonoi needs to play your game.

“Of course, want me to add 50 thousand more?”

“Yes, thank–”

“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t buy me bitch, I’m already exposed,” You nod repeatedly, looking over your shoulder.

“Of course I know I can’t buy you, dumbass, but, to what conclusion do you think your real boss is going to jump when he finds out that you were caught and still got all that money into your bank account?” You smile when the realization crosses the man’s face.

“No, no, no! I-I’m going t-to speak, I’ll tell you everything! Don’t let them get me! No!” The man starts crying and you look at Sanzu, motioning him that he can go on. He smiles and winks at you.

Akashi is speechless. Is this his fuckbuddie? The same girl that whines to him that a customer was rude to her at work? The same one that even when arguing still murmurs or talks in a sultry tone because she doesn’t like to yell at him? Nah, who the fuck is this girl and why is he having a boner harder than fucking concrete after seeing you pull that?

“Goddamn it Akashi, put a ringer on her finger or I will!” The older Haitani shouts.

“Matter of fact, don’t put anything on her finger, I’ll be the one doing it!” Kokonoi shouts now.

With his vision clouded, he turns you around and throws you over his shoulder, starting to walk to his car, not hearing a single thing his members were saying.

He needs to take you home now.

When you are in the car you look at him with a frown and a confused smile.

“Are we returning to our date?”

“Hell no.”

“Uh? Whyy?” You whine.

“I’m taking you home, I’m fucking you till I have no more cum left to give you, I’m making you mine tonight,” He grunts.

“About time,” You mumble and gasp when his hand flies to your cheeks to squeeze them softly.

“So you wanted it too and never said anything? Knowing that I would give you the world right now if you asked? What did we say about talking about everything with each other? I’ll have to punish you, princess,” You try to smile. “You’re enjoying it? Make that a double punishment.”

Well, lucky you.

🔖: @saturnmitsuya @melaninnntae @baji-san

stay for the night

genre: fluff

rindou haitani x gn!reader

the sky begins to darken as the moon slowly begins to rise, yet you stayed underneath the blanket fort you had built with rindou in his living room right in front of his tv. rindou pulls you closer into his embrace, humming softly as the both of you continue to watch the movie that's playing on the screen.

averting his attention to your face, he runs his fingers through your hair and places a gentle kiss against your temple.

sighing softly in contentment, you nuzzle his chest, wanting to melt into his embrace; his warmth making you feel safe. you feel his chin resting atop your head and start to softly draw shapes on his back.

“it's late,” you mutter softly–a bit timid, as if you’re terrified of ruining the comfortable silence that the both of you had fallen into.

“stay for the night,” rindou mumbles, moving his head to nuzzle his face into your neck. contemplating the offer, you chew on your lower lip, fiddling with the necklace he had gifted to you on your second date.

“only if i can wear your favorite hoodie." you look at him, eyes sparkling in happiness.

"the white one that's really big with bellflowers on it?” he chuckles, brushing your bangs away from your eyes, squishing your cheeks gently.

“of course, my angel. whenever you want, always.”

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