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Day 1: Orgasm Control

Baji x Reader (Vet x Vet Tech)

You'd stayed after-hours to help Baji care for a critical kitty at his veterinary clinic. The IV dripped from the bag into the now comfortably resting cat. You'd finished noting everything into his little chart and now? Now, your scrub pants as well as your panties were pooled around your ankles and your moans echoed through the treatment area.

Bent over the counter between the microscope and the centrifuge, his strong hands gripped your hips, pulling you back into his powerful thrusts. 

"Oh god… Please don't stop…" you begged, your voice husky and breathless. "I'm so close—"

It was right then that he did just that. He stopped. Leaving just the tip barely inside you. A low rumble of a chuckle at your whined protest.

"Not yet, you're not," he rasped into your ear. "Not 'til I say you can." 

A needy whimper slipped out of you as you tried to coax him into moving again. He held your hips tightly, keeping them still.

"Nice try. Not gonna happen." Baji felt your legs trembling, your warmth attempting to draw him back inside you. He began to move again, achingly slow.

Your eyelids fluttered and you let out a shuddering moan. It felt amazing, it always did, but you needed more. 

"You want it faster, dont'cha?" His lips brushed your ear, his words warmed your skin. "Harder. Say it." 

You whimpered again when his cock stilled. You did want it hard and fast. And deep. You needed it. Needed him. 

"Say it," Baji repeated teasingly, not moving an inch. "Or you're not gettin' anything else." 

"Please," you whined. "I need it." 

He chuckled, wanting to give it as badly as you wanted to receive it. "Come on, doll. You gotta say it." 

You finally find your words in the haze of pleasure. "Harder, Keisuke. Fuck me harder—"

He hummed in approval and slammed back in, his entire length filling you while his hips slapped against your ass cheeks. Your moans, in harmony with his thrusts, were music to his ears, making his breath ragged and erratic.

"Come for me, doll. Now." 

You were so close again, right on the edge of ecstasy. It only took another one… two… three deep strokes for you to scream his name as he drove you over the edge. And another one… two… three deep strokes for your name to echo off the walls as he spilled himself inside you. 

Both of you panted for breath, hearts pounding wildly. You pulsed around him weakly with the aftershocks of pleasure. Still buried inside you, Baji reaches up for the box of tissues on the shelf.

"Ready to go home?" he asked in a voice rough with satisfaction, handing you a fistful of tissues. "The kids are probably driving my mom nuts." 

You laughed softly as you both cleaned up the mess you'd made of each other. "She survived you. I think she can handle a pair of preschoolers for a little bit longer." 

Baji rolled his eyes at your playful jab. "I was a perfect goddamn angel. Never did anything wrong." 

Your laughter bubbled up and spilled out over the top. Baji Keisuke was no angel. But his heart was always in the right place. And that's one of the many reasons why you love him and took his family name. 

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Draken x Emma

The last remnants of soap suds slid down the drain and Emma finished drying the last plate, setting it aside with a soft clink. Her fingers worked at untying the apron around her waist when the sound of her husband's voice called to her from the living room.

She heaved a sigh. How many years of marriage and he still insisted on shouting from another room instead of coming to her. It annoyed her to no end, but if that's the worst problem they have to contend with, then she supposed they were doing pretty well. She hung the apron up and turned to leave the kitchen.

"Ken, I've asked you not to—" Emma gasped, stopping in her tracks. "Oh my…" 

"Is that a good 'oh my' or a bad one?" Ken chuckled at his wife's widened eyes, her rounded mouth hidden behind her hands.

Emma blinked. Then a coy little smile found its way onto her face. "It's a very good one. Vice-Commander." 

Ken smoothed the sleeves of his old Toman tokkofuku, adjusting the belt proudly. The garment smelled faintly of cedar from the storage closet, but it still looked just as it did the day he folded it and put it away. "Whaddya think? Still fits, huh?" 

Emma lifted a brow, her gaze roaming a version of him she hadn't seen in years. Well, almost the same version. His blonde hair had long since grown out to its natural dark color, and the shirt was a bit more snug at his shoulders now. But it had heat instantly pooling between her legs nonetheless.

"Ken…" Emma's voice lowered to a sultry whisper as she sauntered over, a light sway in her hips. She ran her fingers over the kanji embroidered in gold, feeling his muscles flex beneath the fabric. 

Seeing her near-instant arousal was like a shark catching the taste of blood in the water. Ken responded instinctively, swooping her up by the waist to carry her into their bedroom.

"No, no, no…" Emma shook her head, mischief sparkling in her eyes. "Garage." 

The garage. The Zephyr. 

"I like the way you think," Ken murmured, his arms tightening around her as he abruptly switched directions, heading away from the bedroom. 

The old lady walking her little dog up the street was thankfully hard of hearing enough to miss the sounds emanating from the Ryūgūji garage. And it wasn't Ken working on his bike. 

Well… actually.

He was working on his bike.

Ken sat astride the Zephyr, belt unbuckled, black pants open. His cock buried deep inside Emma, hands guiding her hips while she rode him with memory-inspired abandon.

How long had it been since they'd fucked like this on the bike? Long enough that neither of them could quite remember, exactly. Everyday life, and all of its various and sundry bullshit, has its way of stealing time right from underneath you. But it's moments like this when that time is snatched back. And with great pleasure.

Emma arched her back, her fingers digging into the muscles of Ken's shoulders, moaning loudly. "Ken! Ken, I'm… coming!"

With gritted teeth and a groan that was almost a growl, Ken followed close behind her into the throes of ecstasy. He pulled her down hard onto him, burying his dick as deep as he could possibly get, throbbing as he filled her with every last drop of himself.

After catching their breath, Emma lifted herself from his lap and leaned in for a sweet kiss. When she sat back, though, her right ass cheek pressed against the horn button on the handlebar. 

They both erupted into a fit of joyful laughter, promising each other that they'd do this more often. 

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Shion had only just plopped himself down beside Rindou moments before Ran came home with a shopping bag on his arm and a proud grin on his face. Which meant one thing.

Ran just spent entirely too much money on something extravagant and unnecessary.

He set the bag down in the kitchen, calling for his brother and Shion to come see what he brought home.

"I'm bettin' it's more skin care shit," Shion muttered to Rindou from the side of his mouth. He poked fun of it, even though the last time it was indeed skin care shit, he left the Haitanis with his skin glowing and dewy. 

Ran ignored Shion's teasing remark and pulled an assortment of wine from the bag. Six bottles. "I couldn't decide so I took one of each. We're going to taste them all." 

Day drinking was something Rindou would never complain about. He grabbed three glasses from the cupboard while Ran uncorked the bottles. 

Shion picked one up, inspecting it with an undiscerning eye. He knew precisely jack shit about wine, being more of a beer and cheap sake kind of guy. "What's this? Sounds kinda fruity," he teased, reading the pretentious-looking label. "Buncha French froo-froo." 

Ran frowned mildly, snatching the bottle from Shion's hand. "It is fruity. Sparkling with notes of peach and plum," he scolded. "Uncultured swine." 

Pfft. "You're going to let him get away with calling you that?" Rindou asked, trying to get Shion's feathers ruffled. Not because he wanted to start a fight, but because it was peak comedy to watch. The posturing, the red face, the bluffing. Then getting his ass handed to him. Priceless.

"I mean, he ain't wrong," Shion answered with a shrug. There were very few things Madarame Shion couldn't argue with, and Ran's observation was one.

The three stood in the kitchen sampling the wine before moving to the balcony. When the sun got too hot for Ran's liking, they moved to the couch, draining the bottles glass by glass. 

Alcohol, being the social lubricant that it is, loosened lips and inhibitions. The topic of threesomes came up, although no one remembered how or who even brought it up in the first place. But one thing led to another, Shion admitted to never having experienced two people at the same time, and that's how things ended up the way they did.

With Shion spit-roasted between the brothers. 

"See what you've been missing out on?" Ran drawled, thrusting into his brother's best friend. "Nice, isn't it?" 

Shion's cock throbbed while Ran's dragged over his prostate again and again. His eyes rolled back in immense pleasure and he moaned around Rindou. For a first threesome, he couldn't find anything to complain about. Even if he could, his mouth was full and otherwise occupied.

Once the taste of Rindou flooded his mouth, Shion reached his own peak of pleasure. Not but a moment later Ran filled his condom and joined the sweaty pile on the bed, breathless and spent.

"Fuckin' hell," Shion panted, catching his breath. His heart was still pounding while his blood supply was returning to its usual locations. 

"So? What do you think?" Rindou asked, passing Shion a clean towel. "Pretty fun, huh?"

Ran lounged on his side, languidly propping himself up on an elbow, eyes half-lidded from the nap threatening to overtake him at any moment. "I enjoyed it. Maybe we should make this a regular for us." 

And that is how the Rosé All Day Trio came to be.

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Kisaki sat behind his mahogany desk, leather chair creaking as he leaned back, fingers steepled at his chin. The glow of the laptop screen reflected in his glasses as he waited patiently. Always waiting patiently.

For her.

He'd played the long game—a very, very long game. But in recent months he found himself growing impatient. He had the ring securely locked away in his safe. The day would soon come when all of his scheming and planning would come to fruition and Hina would finally be his.

He could envision it in perfect detail when he closed his eyes. The proposal, her acceptance, the softness of her lips, the yielding of her supple skin beneath his fingertips. But simply imagining it wasn't enough now. He needed more.

The camera feed flickered on the screen. Hina's bedroom. He knew her routine. She should be walking in at any moment now. His face remained passive as she entered the bedroom, closing the door behind her. But his pulse quickened.

He had to remind himself to breathe as she slipped her dress off, leaving her in only her bra and panties. The sight was already unimaginably beautiful. But when she reached back to unhook the bra, letting it slide off her shoulders, his pupils blew wide. 

"Fucking glorious," he whispered to himself, admiring the slope and curve of each breast. How they subtly moved with each step she took. Sheer perfection. Just like he knew they would be. 

Impatience bubbled up within, his fingers idly tapping the edge of the desk while he waited for her to reappear on screen in her nightgown. She spent entirely too much time on her skin routine. But if that annoyingly lengthy ritual kept her skin glowing and gorgeous, it was worth the wait. 

She crossed the floor and slowly, carefully, locked her door. If it made any sound at all, it was too faint for the hidden camera to pick up. Then, she stood still, her ear to the door. Listening for that brother of hers, no doubt. 

But why all the apparent sneakiness? What was she up to? 

Kisaki's question was soon answered when Hina tiptoed over to her bed and reached into the very back of her bedside table drawer. She peeled the bedsheets back and, much to his good fortune, slid her panties off.

"What's this?" Kisaki adjusted his glasses, leaning forward in interest. He held his breath. She climbed onto the bed and pulled the hem of her gown up to her stomach. "Holy shit…" 

The front of his pants grew too tight in record time. 

The camera picked up everything. 

He unzipped his trousers while Hina applied lube, holding the toy she'd retrieved from the drawer. He was rock fucking hard. 

"That's it. Let me see you," he whispered to her image on the screen, drawing himself out of his boxers. 

Completely entranced by the scene unfolding before his eyes, he stroked his cock while the toy slipped inside her. With every breath, every soft and stifled moan of hers, every thrust of the dildo had his hand pumping harder—faster. And when she came, it sent him into orbit. 

Little did Kisaki know there was a pair of golden eyes watching him watch Hina. One tattooed hand held a phone with a camera feed, the other tattooed hand gripped a cock as long and lanky as the man attached to it. 

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The bell above the door rings when you walk in. It's your favorite ramen spot and you come in at least twice a week. (Sometimes three, but who's counting?) You're greeted by your favorite blue-haired ramen chef and his resting bitch face. Not a second later, your favorite orange-haired ramen chef poked his head up from something in a pot that smelled positively divine. 

"Hey, y/n! Great timing!" Smiley's grin was a mile wide, maybe even a mile and a half.

"Yeah, we're deciding on a new sauce and you're the perfect taster," Angry added. "Mine's better than his." 

"Bullshit!" 

A soft laugh bubbled up from within and you couldn't suppress it. Not that you even wanted to. An impromptu sauce contest between the two brothers and they wanted you to help decide.

Angry shook his head, pointing his thumb at his own chest and mouthing the words Mine's better. 

He motioned for you to follow him into the kitchen where two pots sat simmering. One was a light-colored concoction, the other a darker brown, like soy sauce, being stirred by Smiley.

"Here, try it." Smiley shoved the spoon at your face, practically feeding it to you. Without thinking, you took the spoon into your mouth. The flavor was amazing. Salty and savory. 

"Whoops, can't use that spoon now." Smiley chucked the bamboo utensil into the sink from across the room like he was throwing a basketball for the winning shot. It clanged against the stainless steel, landing its intended target.

"You were supposed to use your finger, silly." Smiley dipped his own index finger into the sauce and brought it to your mouth. "Not lick the spoon." 

"S-sorry…" A dusty shade of pink spread across your cheeks, all the way to your ears, as your lips closed around his fingertip. Not only did you get a mild scolding for being thoughtless, but now his finger is in your mouth.

"Hey, that's no fair," Angry grumbled. "She's tried yours twice and hasn't even tasted mine yet." He jabbed his finger into the pot of light-colored sauce and held it up to your lips. 

His eyes widened slightly and his Adam's apple bobbed when you took it into your mouth. You felt your heart skip a beat and you swore you felt the faintest stuttering of your breath.

Angry's sauce tasted just as amazing as Smiley's. An equally delicious sweeter garlic flavor exploded on your tongue. "Mmm, it's good too."

"Which one's best, though?" Smiley asked, grabbing your shoulders and whirling you back around facing him again, the swiftness of the motion making you slightly dizzy. "Mine, right?"

Not to be outdone by his brother, Angry spins you back to him, albeit a little more gently. "It's mine. Tell him you like mine best." 

You honestly loved both sauces. How on earth could you pick only one? Just as you opened your mouth to say as much, Smiley sticks his sauce-covered finger back in before you can speak. 

Mmmff…  

Batting Smiley's hand away, Angry replaced it with his own saucy finger. 

They repeated this once more, then twice. By the third time, it became less about the sauce and more about the fingers. You kept your lips around each one a little longer, your tongue caressing the tip and the pad. 

As your eyes became hazed by a growing desire for a different sort of sauce, a sizzling hiss broke the spell. Angry dove for the boiling-over pot of broth.

"Goddammit, ya left the heat too high," he grumbled, snatching the pot from the burner. 

Smiley just shrugged and laughed, grinning as usual. "Oops?" 

You cleared your throat and stepped back from the stove, recomposing yourself. A trickle of sweat dripped down the back of your neck and it wasn't just from the stove's heat. 

"So…" you finally said to the pair. "Why not use both sauces? Together?"

"Huh?" they asked in unison.

Angry glanced at Smiley, who in turn looked back at him. A quizzical expression on both faces. 

"Use both. A drizzle of one, a drizzle of the other," you explained with a warm smile, both flavors still melded together on your tongue. "They taste great together. Trust me." 

Smiley and Angry gave each other a nod in approval of your suggestion. (Although they each still tried claiming victory in the battle of sauces.)

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The rumble of motorcycles began thinning out as you sat leaning against the far side of the prayer hall. The Toman meeting ended and you'd had more than enough time to change out of your miko garb. The white kimono and red hakama were folded neatly in your shoulder bag, so you tried reading your book in the dim light of the darkened shrine while you waited.

Your eyes were starting to cross from squinting when he appeared seemingly out of thin air. You gasped, nearly jumping out of your skin before relaxing into soft laughter. He's the only person you know who has the ability to appear and disappear like a phantom, and has made a frequent habit of it.

"Reading in the dark is bad for your eyes," he remarked, his velvety voice caressing your ears as it always does. He sat down beside you, pulling his black mask off and folding it neatly, placing it into his pocket. 

"My eyes are just fine," you reply with a sweet smile just for him. 

"Really? Let me see." Sanzu placed his finger underneath your chin, tilting your face up to his. He leaned in close, his blue eyes gazing into yours. 

You felt him breathing on your skin, making your heart skip a beat simply from his proximity. And you know he knows just what effect he has on you.

"Hm. You're right." His scarred lips pulled into a smirk before they reached yours. 

The kiss was gentle at first, then deepened slowly, as if he were savoring the taste. The tip of your tongue met his and he cupped your jaw in his hand, his thumb caressing your cheek. Hearts raced and breaths grew heavier.

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes once again, checking to see if you were as affected as he was. His hand slid around behind your head, tangling in your hair, tilting your head back slightly to expose your neck. Your hazed eyes and the hitch of your breath when he placed a kiss just below your ear told him everything he needed to know. 

Sanzu withdrew from you, standing up abruptly. He reached down, offering his hand, waiting for you to take it.

Wordlessly, he led the two of you into the small grove of trees behind the shrine. Secluded. No interruptions. Just moonlight filtering through the leaves, creating pools of silver at your feet. 

Cherry blossom trees, well past their blooming season and beginning to turn golden in the fading sun of autumn, surrounded the two of you as you reached the middle of the grove. He wasted no time grabbing you by the waist and pinning you to the nearest tree, caging you with his body.

Your eyes widen, feeling exactly what you do to him. His presence was overwhelming and possessive, his intentions crystal clear. He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting your cheek, his voice dropping to a velvety murmur. 

"Tell me you want this." 

You wanted it. Badly. A damp patch was already forming in your panties even before he wedged his knee between your legs. You drew in a shuddering breath, throbbing against the pressure of his knee there. 

"I… I want this," you were finally able to say. "I want it." 

Sanzu hummed softly in satisfaction. "That's my girl," he purred, his hand rising from your waist, up underneath your shirt. He felt the way your breath moved, the way your ribs rose and fell a little faster the closer his hand got to your breast.

"You're putty in my hands, aren't you?" he murmured at your ear, goosebumps rising along your skin. "The thing about putty is it can be shaped and molded into anything I desire." 

His hand cupped your breast, thumb brushing your nipple. You let out a soft little whimper, clinging to the front of his shirt.

"And I've got plenty of desires," he whispered against your lips. "Turn around." 

Did you comply? Of course you did. Immediately. Your breath quickened as he unfastened your jeans, slowly pulling them down your thighs along with your dampened panties. With his arm around your waist, he pulled your back flush against his chest. 

And he guided his hardened length inside you. 

Gasps, moans, and whimpers emanated from the grove along with the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh. His arm locked around your waist, holding you tight against him, his other hand braced on the tree steadying you both. 

"You're mine, y/n. Say it." His voice was rough with lust and exertion, his thrusts deep and possessive. You were his, goddammit—you gave yourself to him freely. And was going to hold on, sinking in claws and teeth if he had to just to keep you with him.

"I'm yours," you reply in a husky whisper. "Always." 

You knew of his reputation, the whispers that he was dangerous. Murmurings of things he'd done, that he wasn't to be trusted. Yet still, despite the warnings, you wanted to be his. More than anything. 

Then, as you tightened around his cock, crying his name in ecstasy, he filled you and etched himself into your depths, branding your heart and soul. You belonged to Sanzu Haruchiyo, and he was never going to let you go.

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Mitsuya's glasses perched on the end of his nose as he carefully guided the delicate silk through his sewing machine. He'd ruined enough pieces over the years to know that certain fabrics simply can't be rushed. He had to move slow and take his time. He was so deep in concentration that he didn't even notice his visitor. 

Hakkai watched him work, Mitsuya's nimble fingers conjuring magic—as always. It was mesmerizing, hypnotizing the way it all came together. Hakkai couldn't even sew a button onto a shirt, so Mitsuya's talent seemed even more like an otherworldly power to him.

Feeling eyes upon him, Mitsuya glanced up over the rim of his glasses and a smile instantly brightened his face. "Wasn't expecting to see you today. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Hakkai held up a paper bag with a sheepish grin. "Late breakfast?" 

Removing his glasses, Mitsuya rolled his chair away from the sewing table. "That's very thoughtful. Thank you." 

Hakkai's heart always did a little flip whenever his love smiled. Especially when the smile was just for him. 

"Hey, is that Yuzuha's dress?" he asked, gesturing to the wine-colored garment on the sewing table.

"It is," Mitsuya answered, picking up a scrap of the silk and handing it to his boyfriend. "It's really high quality. I'm sure she'll love how it feels." 

Hakkai agreed with a nod, running his fingers over the silk. Mitsuya wasn't exaggerating. Fine quality, for sure. He brought the scrap to his cheek, feeling the softness on his skin. 

Mitsuya hummed thoughtfully and reached for another silk scrap—this one longer, from the hem of the dress. "Do you trust me?" he asked in a soft tone. "I want to try something." 

Hakkai's eyes darted up to meet Mitsuya's. "Of course I do, Taka-chan. There's no one I trust more than you."

The words and absolute faith of his boyfriend warmed Mitsuya through and through. All that they'd seen, done, and experienced together as captain and vice-captain, as friends who were practically family, and finally as lovers instilled an unwavering trust between the two men. 

He led Hakkai away from the sewing table and moved to stand behind him. "Close your eyes," he whispered, his lips brushing Hakkai's ear and sending a shiver through the man's body. 

"Wh-what are you doing, Taka-chan?" 

Mitsuya only gave a soft laugh in answer. This was about trust and the senses. Words would spoil the experience. He slowly unbuttoned his boyfriend's shirt, his hands gliding up to slip the garment from his shoulders. 

Hakkai's heart pounded in his chest and thundered in his ears. His belt loosened, his trousers slid down. He might be blushing, if his blood supply wasn't being directed to territory… further south. 

Mitsuya guided him to the bed to lie down, making him wait patiently and listen for the rustling of clothing being removed before joining him naked on the bed. 

"Taka-chan…" Hakkai breathed more than whispered. He felt Mitsuya's finger lay over his lips. 

"Shh… I'm right here." 

He felt Mitsuya's hands on him, gliding over bare skin and tracing lines of muscles. Then—a sensation like nothing he'd ever felt before. A gasp, a whimper. His hips rocked up into the foreign but immensely pleasurable feel of silk brushing his erection.

"I thought you might like that." The smile in Mitsuya's voice was audible. "Feels good, huh?"

To say that it simply felt good was a gross understatement. Hakkai could hardly form words as Mitsuya wrapped the silk around his length, dragging it sensually over his skin. 

He gripped the bedsheets in his fists. Mitsuya's hand closed around his silk-shrouded cock, pumping slowly and with just enough pressure to be his undoing.

"Taka-chan," he groaned, coating the silk and Mitsuya's hand with sticky warmth. He lay panting for breath afterwards, still blindfolded when his love curled up beside him and began to clean up the mess with a tender, caring touch. 

"That was… it was the most… wow," Hakkai managed to finally say. "But I feel bad. You didn't get to finish."

Mitsuya chuckled quietly and untied the makeshift blindfold. "Who says I didn't?" 

Hakkai's eyes were drawn to not just one silk scrap, but two of them. Both well-used and well-coated. A slow smile formed as the realization dawned on him. "Oh…"

Mitsuya shook his head gently and kissed him on the forehead. Even after all this time, his boyfriend could still be so adorably innocent at times. It was but one of the reasons why he loved him and always would.

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The feed flickered on, revealing one half of the Akashi duo. Haruchiyo's sneaky grin and even sneakier laugh hinted at the sheer sneakiness of his new… venture. With a wink and a finger to his lips, he whispered close to the webcam.

"Welcome to my secret channel. Don't tell Senju."

Senju, of course, knew nothing of this. If she did, one of two things were bound to happen. She'd either tease him mercilessly or smack him into next Tuesday. Perhaps both, if it increased their viewership.

The subscription fee wasn't cheap, but you paid it. Anything to see what he promised to be "absolutely worth it." You watched, enraptured by his presence on camera. You were even more mesmerized by each inch of his skin revealed, slowly and sensually. You just knew he was hiding incredible hotness underneath his clothes. And you just knew he was a boxer-briefs guy.

And now, you were seeing it. Literally in the flesh. 

Your eyes widened, your heart stuttered, and you leaned close to the screen. Your breath hitched—the moment you'd been waiting for. The moment everyone was waiting for. 

His underwear coming off teasingly, achingly slow. 

"Holy fuck--" you whispered as the heat between your legs burst into flames. It was glorious. Magnificent. Absolutely worth it, just as he'd promised. His hand stroking, his eyes smouldering. And then—

"HARUCHIYO!" 

His head whipped in the direction of the shout, somewhere from off screen. 

"Put your goddamn pants on!" Senju scolded, throwing his discarded clothing at him. "What is WRONG with you?!"

Haruchiyo dodged flying pillows and other loose objects, including his sister's punches. 

"Why don't you fucking knock before barging in?" he shouted as an airborne slipper knocked the camera onto its side. 

More sibling squabbling and yelling, more bedroom decor sailing across the room. The last footage you saw before the feed went to static and cut off was of Haruchiyo's ass cheeks as he bolted out the door.

"Definitely worth it." 

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The light of dusk gave way to the dark sapphire of early nightfall. The park was almost empty, quiet except for the wind sliding through the trees, softly rustling the red and orange leaves. Streetlamps buzzed above the path, creating pale circles of light on the pavement.

Hanma adjusted the strap of his camera and grinned at you. “Stay there,” he said. “The light’s perfect.”

You stood where he pointed, half-lit by the lamplight, the rest of you swallowed by shadow. He raised the camera, the shutter clicking once, twice— each sound sharp in the crisp air.

“Don’t pose,” he added, lowering the camera. “Just… look at me.”

You did, and for a heartbeat he went still. The usual spark of mischief in his eyes softened slightly, replaced by a quieter admiration. Then the grin returned as if it never faded in the first place.

“Yeah,” he said. “That’s the shot.”

He showed you the screen — the photo was moody, a little blurred, haloed by light. It looked how autumn felt, capturing the liminality between light and dark, between summer and winter, between life and decay.

He took several more shots, capturing you as the embodiment of nighttime in October. The wind catching your hair, the edge of your skirt fluttering, how his sweater swallowed your body and hung loosely off your shoulder.

To him, you looked the goddamn queen of autumn. And it turned him the fuck on.

With his birthday later this month, you decided an early present might be in order. Perhaps a "special" photo shoot? Your eyes sparkled with amusement while you peeled his sweater off, tossing it to him.

"I know that look," Hanma mused. He knew it all too well. "You're up to something. And I like it." 

He readied his camera, not wanting to miss a second of whatever mischief you were about to unleash. A sly grin formed on his lips as you slowly removed your top, your eyes locked on his. As you reached back to unhook your bra, there was no denying his excitement or ignoring the tent in his jeans.

The night's chill hit your bare skin as you stood half-cloaked in shadow, wearing only your long, black skirt. Hanma glanced left, then right— no one else around at the moment. 

The waning moon peeked through the trees, granting you an otherworldly aura. The camera clicked, again and again. Each shot, each angle, each pose only made him harder. And he'd have the photos of you to look at whenever he wanted. 

Finally, he stalked closer, the shutter clicking almost with each step. He set the camera down and his arms slid around your waist. Kissing you hard, he backed you up to the street lamp post. 

The cold metal against your skin did nothing to alleviate the heat burning within you. Or within him. Your skirt hiked up, your panties pulled aside, he gripped your thighs and pressed your back against the light pole as he fucked you like his life depended on it. 

Your legs squeezed him tightly and you moaned his name into the night just as he emptied himself deep inside you. Both of you panted heavily, foreheads resting together.

"God damn, doll." His chuckle rumbled through your chest, his softening cock still buried inside you. "That was the best idea I think you've ever had." 

You gave a coy little smile and leaned in for a kiss— 

Both of your heads whipped in the direction of footsteps headed up the path. 

"Oh shit," Hanma laughed, pulling out of you and setting you down. "Fun time's over." 

He snatched his camera and sweater from the ground while you grabbed your top and bra. Holding his still unzipped pants up by a single belt loop, the two of you took off into the bushes, stifling laughter as the passerby made an obvious gesture of ignoring you two. 

"He totally saw us, didn't he?" you whispered, pulling his sweater back on.

"Oh, yeah. Definitely," Hanma answered proudly. "Hope he enjoyed the show. I sure as hell did." 

"Good." You smiled and stood on tiptoes to plant a sweet kiss on his lips. "Happy early birthday."

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Koko rubbed his bleary eyes with the heels of his palms, letting out a quiet groan. Once again, he brought work home with him. And once again, he was up too late tying up loose ends. He leaned back in his desk chair, stifling a yawn when the door creaked open.

"Oi. You want a blanket and pillow in here, or what?" 

Koko looked up at the blonde man with permanent grease stains under his fingernails and a teasing smirk on his face. "No," he answered shaking his head. "I'm almost finished." 

"You said that two hours ago." Inui gave him a pointed look as he crossed the floor, moving to stand behind his husband's chair. He placed his hands on Koko's shoulders, giving them a light squeeze. 

"I did say that, didn't I?" Koko felt a twinge of guilt. He'd given himself five more minutes here and another ten more minutes there, and had completely neglected Seishu. 

"Mm-hm." Inui massaged the tension in Koko's shoulders, leaning down to murmur, "If you're not coming to bed, then bed is coming to you."

Koko's breath hitched ever so slightly, his cock stirring in his pants. He loved when Seishu spoke like that. "Oh, is that so?"

"It is." Inui's hands slid down Koko's chest, slowly and sensually making their way down to untie his linen lounge pants. The corner of his mouth lifted into a tiny smirk when he saw how his husband's erection throbbed, already fully hard.

That's when he pulled the chair away from the desk, the wheels rolling smoothly along the floor. Moving to settle himself between Koko's knees, he drew his hardened length out of the linen pants. 

"I take it you're enjoying this so far?" Inui's smirk didn't falter a bit. He knew how to get Koko going and he loved it. 

Koko hummed softly in affirmation, eyes half-lidded with desire. His fingers brushed a lock of hair away from Inui's face, tucking it behind his ear and admiring the view. He would never get tired of seeing him like this. On his knees, between his legs.

He groaned softly when Inui began stroking— his thumb traced over the tip just before he ran his tongue along the underside from the base up. 

Inui watched him succumb to pleasure, eyelids fluttering when he swirled his tongue around the tip. The way his chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. The feeling of his fingers in his hair. It all fed his desire and Inui wanted to see more. 

"Oh god, yes— just like that," Koko whispered in a roughened voice when Inui's head bobbed up and down, mouth wrapped around his cock, tongue brushing over the tip. "Don't stop…"

Inui didn't stop. He added his hand, sliding it along the shaft, chasing his lips and tongue until Koko's fingers tightened in his hair. He moaned around the cock in his mouth. It wouldn't be long, any moment now. 

Koko's taste hit his tongue and the back of his throat, the sound of his name reached his ears. 

"Sei-shu…" 

His head tilted back onto the headrest of his desk chair. Koko closed his eyes for a moment and relished in the lingering pleasure, only opening them when his softened length was being tucked back into his pants.

Inui rose to his feet, cradling Koko's face in hands and placing a soft kiss on his forehead. He knew Koko wouldn't be working anymore tonight now, for sure. Did he just bribe his husband with a blow job to get him to come to bed? 

Absolutely. And you can bet he'd do it again. Anything to keep his love from overworking himself. 

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You and Wakasa had been friends for years. While you never quite understood the appeal of his gang life, it did bring some benefit to you. Not only did you frequently end up on the back of his motorcycle, wind rushing through your hair and a broad smile on your face, you also were very well protected. No one in their right mind or with any sense of self-preservation would ever fuck with you.

So when he asked to crash on your couch for a few days, the only answer acceptable to you was a resounding yes. He didn't say why he needed to stay, and you didn't ask. Some things were best to not know. 

You set him up with a pillow and sheets, turning your couch into as proper a bed as possible. You tried giving him your bed while you took the couch but he wouldn't have it. Said he was already putting you out enough as it was. 

Since you lived by yourself in a tiny apartment, things got a little cramped but you enjoyed having him there. Every so often, you'd feel his eyes lingering on you. When you glanced up, he'd either tease you about your hair sticking up or your tag hanging out of the neckline of your shirt, or he'd quickly turn his head as if he were simply looking around absently. 

One night, you had trouble falling asleep. You laid in your bed, on your side facing the far wall, trying to will your eyes to stay closed and your brain to shut the hell up. Your door opened slowly and your heard Wakasa's soft footfalls approach your bed. You didn't roll over, you pretended to be asleep as he gently sat down on the edge of the futon beside you, wondering what he was doing in your bedroom at dark-thirty at night.

He didn't say anything, he didn't try to wake you. Was he just… sitting there? You contemplated "waking up" to ask if he needed something, but before you made up your mind, he laid down right behind you. Spooning you without touching you.

You listened to his steady breathing grow a little heavier, his breaths coming in more rapid succession. As he slid closer, slowly so as not to wake you, you felt something pressing against your backside. Was that… his—? 

Your answer came when his hips pressed closer, rocking against you. He moved so carefully, barely touching you. But you knew what was happening, you felt it. And your body reacted. You fought the urge to push back into him, still maintaining the pretense of sleep amidst your arousal. 

His breathing became erratic, you could tell he was trying to stay as quiet as possible. Then he stilled against you, the throbbing obvious even through layers of clothing. 

After a few moments, once he'd recovered his breath and his senses, his fingers lightly caressed your cheek and he whispered, so soft at your ear. 

"Sorry. Wish I wasn't too chickenshit to tell you how I feel about you." 

Then he rolled away and left your room as quietly as he'd entered it.

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You sat across the table from him, wine glass in hand, your posture confidently casual. You were an expert at concealing your true thoughts and feelings behind whatever façade the situation called for. But in this case, being called to a private meeting with the boss, you were left uncertain about what he expected from you. 

"What can I do for you, Haitani-sama?" you finally ask. 

A slow and lazy smirk graced his features as he regarded you. "Please, none of those formalities," he drawled. "Not when we both know what we really are." 

You gave a small nod, setting your wine glass down. The criminal and the prostitute, you thought. Neither truly deserving respectful honorifics. 

"I'm curious , Y/N." Ran leaned forward, hands folded and resting on the table. "You've been here for a year. Most don't last more than two months." He studied her with relaxed interest. "So tell me… How do you keep your lovely halo clean?"

You offer a knowing smile, crossing one leg over the other. "You out of anyone should know people will pay for a believable illusion.”

True, you'd managed to avoid the pitfalls and perils that others in your profession often succumb to. Addiction, alcoholism, debt, emotionally scarred… Some had no other choice than to be here. Others came expecting glitter and easy money, but found themselves in the dark underbelly with no way out.

Ran chuckled, leaning in back in his chair. "You're arguably one of the most sought-after hostesses in Tokyo. And you've managed to earn that without any of the trouble that usually follows." 

Hostess. That was a polite way of describing your job. You had clients who'd crawl over broken glass for you, that would eat out of your hand, yet you rarely ever let them touch you. Only when you wanted would you take them upstairs to continue your conversation in bed.

"Is that flattery or suspicion?" you ask, an eyebrow arched. 

"Maybe both." His posture was loose and easygoing but his eyes were sharp. “You don’t have the look of someone who's protected. You’ve got the look of someone who doesn’t need to be.”

You considered your next words carefully, to ease any suspicion she had an ulterior motive. “People pay to be seen. They want to feel understood for five minutes. If you can give them that, you don’t need anything else.”

Ran nodded, a trace of approval flickered across his face. “You read people.”

“It’s part of the job.”

“No,” he said, languidly tapping the table with one finger. “It’s a talent.”

A charged silence built between you, crackling like static electricity. His gaze remained on you as he reached for his drink.

"You're too good for this place," Ran remarked, swirling the tumbler in his hand. "Every consider doing something different?" 

"Like what?" 

His lazy smirk returned. “Something that pays better. Uses those instincts for more than conversation.”

You gave him a sidelong look, studying his expression. He wasn't impossible to read, just very challenging. He had something up his sleeve, for sure. He always did. But he, like you, kept his true thoughts and motives well-hidden. And one glance at that hanafuda tattoo on his neck gave the reason for all of his smoke and mirrors.

He finished his drink, setting the glass down with a soft clink. “Bonten could use someone like you. Someone with your particular set of skills.”

He dropped a card on the table— plain black, no name or logo, just a phone number. “If you ever get tired of pretending this place is enough,” he said, “call me.”

And then he was gone. Out the door, down the steps, vanishing into the neon spill of the night.

You stared at the card for a moment before tucking it into your clutch. You'd just been handed a choice that would change your life. Whether good or not, that would remain to be seen. 

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Hina's cheeks burned bright pink as Yuzuha all but dragged her into the adult shop. The bell over the door jingled, the clerk barely glanced up from his hentai manga at the two women. 

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," she whispered into Yuzuha's ear. 

Hina had never, ever set foot into an establishment such as this. Not because she was a prude— oh, not at all. It was simply the thought of someone knowing what sorts of things she might put up her—

Yuzuha laughed softly, grabbing her friend's arm and pulling her towards the rack of vibrators. "Come help me pick a new one. My old one died." 

Hina's gaze took in the myriad toys, lingerie, manga and DVDs, and other lewd paraphernalia. A little solar powered dancing penis with a goofy grin sat in the windowsill. An assortment of fuzzy handcuffs and silk rope hung on the nearest wall. An entire shelf was designated just for lubes and oils. 

Yuzuha picked up one particularly complex vibrator with rotating pieces and appendages. "Look at this one. You could scramble eggs with it too." 

Hina snorted. Louder than she meant to. It earned a sidelong look from the clerk at the counter. 

"Oh my god, Hina. You're being so loud," Yuzuha teased, setting the vibrator back on the shelf. "People are going to look at you." 

Hina nudged her shoulder, face as red as a beet. "Come on. Just pick one and let's get out of here." 

"What's the rush?" Yuzuha laughed quietly, watching Hina try to shrink down and avoid attention. "You might find something for you and Takemichi to play with."

"Yuzuha…" Poor Hina squirmed, not wanting anyone, even her dear friend, to see what sorts of private things her and Michi might enjoy together.

"Here. You like fantasy stuff right?" She picked up something and stuffed it into Hina's hands. "Check this out." 

It took her a second to realize what it was. And her eyes widened.

A dildo shaped like a dragon cock. And it was huge.

"What is… how… why?" She quickly set the dragon dick back on its shelf, right in between a bright green tentacle and what was labeled as a werewolf cock, with a knot and everything. 

Yuzuha just laughed. The look of utter shock and confusion on her friend's face was priceless. 

"How do these even fit?" she whispered, eyeing the various dildos that definitely weren't human. "They're enormous!"

Yuzuha gently grabbed her shoulders and turned her towards the shelf of lubes. "That's how." 

She barely had time to process what Yuzuha meant before a pastel blue something got shoved at her. 

"Look!" Yuzuha smiled brightly, proud to have found Hina's favorite animal. 

Hina sputtered and squeaked. The dildo was shaped like a dolphin leaping out of the water. And right into someone's eager and hopefully well-prepared orifice, given the length and girth of it. 

Just then, the bell above the door jingled again. In walked a very familiar face, headed straight for the manga section. He bumped right into Hina and the dolphin dildo as he turned the corner.

"H-Hina?" His blue eyes were wide as saucers as they took in not only her unexpected presence, but the large dildo as well. 

"Hanagaki?" she whispered, absolutely mortified. Did he think she was going to buy this garish monstrosity? "Oh god…" 

Yuzuha clapped them both on the shoulder. "You two have fun," she said with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. Then, she grabbed a bottle of lube and the egg beater vibrator, and with a bounce in her step headed to the counter to pay.

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It was supposed to be a fun night out. Just the two of you on the Suzuki, headed to some little bar for drinks and billiards. You'd heard about it from a coworker, how it had a "cool vibe" to it, that you and Baji would love it. 

It didn't take much to sell the idea to him. Spending time with you all dolled up for a night on the town sounded great. 

And it was a gorgeous evening for a ride. Not too warm, not too cool. Just right— baby bear weather. The moon was only beginning to peek over the tops of the buildings when he parked the bike. The two of you walked in, expecting a hidden gem, which it was. 

It was just slightly more upscale than you were led to believe. 

"Ah fuck," he grumbled. Places like this low-key pissed Baji off. Well, not the places themselves, just the patrons who were pretentious pricks. They were what pissed him off. It was the main reason why he'd come up with excuses to not go to the Haitanis' nightclub with you. It wasn't because of the brothers, he liked them well enough. It was their customer base he couldn't stand.

You patted his arm reassuringly, hoping the night wouldn't turn sour. 

"We can go somewhere else," you offered. But he wouldn't have any of that.

"Nah, we're already here," he replied in his I-don't-like-it-but-I'll-suck-it-up-for-you tone. "Might as well stay."

While Baji ordered drinks, you racked the balls on the table and chalked the end of your cue stick. He returned with two overpriced beers and you smiled warmly. 

The two of you did manage to have a nice time, despite Baji's initial discomfort. At least, until he noticed the man who was appreciating the view of your backside a bit too much for his liking. 

Every single time you bent down to line up for your shot, the guy made it obvious that he was ogling your ass or drooling over your cleavage— or both, depending on the angle of your aim. 

Baji wouldn't have thought twice about punching his lights out back when he was First Division Captain. And that's precisely what he wanted to do, with great enthusiasm. As an adult, though, he had to stop and consider things like getting arrested. And bail. And you being upset. And it looking bad on a resume when he finally finished vet school.

So he did the next best thing— stand between you and Mr. Needs To Keep His Eyes To Himself, blocking his view. 

When that didn't work as well as he'd hoped, and giving the dude a death stare didn't completely solve the issue either, Baji grabbed your cue stick from your hands and set it aside.

"Hey, the game isn't finished yet," you protested, oblivious to the showdown between your boyfriend and this evening's nemesis.

He didn't say a word as he held your arm and guided you to one of the restrooms. Before you could ask him what was going on, he pulled you close and kissed you. Hard. It left you breathless with your head in the clouds. 

"You're mine," he said, sounding equally like a question and a statement. His eyes were intense, more than usual. Dark with a possessive edge. "Only mine."

He spun you around, your faces reflecting in the mirror over the sink, and he tugged your leggings down to your knees. Then, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. 

"Yours, always." Your now half-lidded eyes met his in the mirror, a sultry smile on your lips. 

"Damn right," he said firmly, lining himself up at your entrance. Holding your gaze with his, he pushed his cock inside you. He gripped your hips, pulling you back into him as he thrusted. 

Oh, how you wanted to moan. Gods, it felt so good. But with your hand covering your mouth, you managed to keep it to a tiny whimper, lest other patrons or the staff hear you.

He fucked you roughly, hard and deep, in a pace meant to have you falling apart around him in no time. He wasn't playing around, wasn't wasting a second. He was staking his claim— over and over.

"Keisuke," you whispered between soft little whimpers. "I'm… I'm gonna—" Your orgasm cut you off before you could finish stating the obvious. Your eyes rolled back as you plunged into ecstasy, and you barely held back the moan that so desperately wanted out for as long as you could. Until you couldn't.

Moan…

"Yeah, that's it…" Baji groaned. "Let me hear it. I want the whole fuckin' place to know you're mine." 

You moaned louder this time, damn the consequences. What's the worst that could happen? They'd ask you two to leave?

Your legs trembled and barely held you up. Thank gods for the sink you leaned against. You moaned again— his name. 

"Yes…"

The sound of his name, the sheer bliss in your eyes, and your ecstatic expression did him in. He gritted his teeth, throbbing while he emptied himself inside you. 

You both stood in front of the mirror, panting. Your cheeks were flushed as you smiled up at him in the mirror. "What brought that on?" 

He gave you that smirk, the one that had been your undoing since you first met him. "Do I have to have a reason?" he asked with a low chuckle. 

The two of you left the bathroom, visibly disheveled with sneaky grins on your faces. A man, presumably the manager, was hot on your heels with a deep frown etched onto his face. So the two of you decided to make a hasty exit. 

But not before Baji paraded you right past Sir Didn't Take the Hint, patting your rear with a smug grin aimed directly at the guy. Yeah, you know she's mine now for sure.

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It was a gorgeous fall afternoon. Clear blue sky with a light breeze, the leaves showing off their vibrant colors. Reds, oranges, and golden yellows stretched out in a blazing patchwork quilt as the motorcycle took it's sweet time on the long and winding road. 

"This was a great idea," Koko said, leaning into Inui's back to speak above the roar of the engine.

"I have them sometimes," he chuckled, enjoying having his husband all to himself for an entire day. It didn't happen as often as he would like, but the infrequency of days like this made them all the sweeter.

They pulled to a stop, parking at a scenic overlook. The wind had picked up, and wispy little seed pods danced around them as if little fairies of autumn were celebrating the day with them. 

Ah-choo!! "Goddammit," Inui muttered, grabbing a pocket pack of tissues from his jeans. 

"You forgot to take your allergy pills, didn't you?" 

Inui nodded as he blew his nose. "Totally slipped my mind." 

In his excitement over spending the day with Koko, he overlooked the bottle of tiny, over-the-counter pills in the medicine cabinet. An oversight he was now regretting. 

Just then, Koko, who wasn't usually affected by seasonal allergies, sneezed. He didn't make much of it, taking the tissue offered to him by Inui. Not until they both descended into sneezing fits. 

"What in the ever-loving hell is blooming out here?" he asked, looking to Inui for an answer. He received only a shrug in reply. 

Once the sneezing subsided, another peculiar symptom presented itself. 

"Um…" Inui glanced down at the obvious erection poking up underneath his zipper.

Koko chuckled. "Didn't know sneezing felt that good, Seishu," he teased, thinking it was cute until he noticed something happening to him as well. "Oh my…"

"Oi, Koko." Inui's gaze dropped to the front of his husband's trousers. With a smirk, he gestured to Koko's matching condition. "Looks like I'm not the only one, huh?" 

Sweat beaded on his brow, despite the crisp air. Koko loosened the cashmere scarf around his neck. He almost felt feverish, but how would a fever set on so suddenly? "I'm warm, Seishu. Are you warm?" 

Inui smirked, grasping the scarf and pulling Koko close. "I'd say you're more than just warm," he murmured against his husband's lips. "In fact… I say you're incredibly hot." 

More of the wispy little seeds floated past them as he kissed Koko, still holding him by his scarf. A soft groan slipped out, muffled by the kiss when their bodies pressed tightly against each other.

"My gods, I want you so bad," Koko whispered between kisses. "I need you, Seishu…" 

Those words were all Inui needed to hear for his restraint to vanish entirely, backing Koko into a beautiful, dark crimson maple tree. His cock throbbed when he heard the soft gasp, followed by a breathy moan. 

"We really shouldn't do this here," Koko whispered again, his eyes lidded with desire. 

"You wanna stop?" Inui teased, already knowing the answer. 

"Hell no." 

And there underneath the tree, hands all over one another, hips bucked and bodies rubbed together. Only the trees, the birds, and the seed wisps bore witness to the kisses and frotting accompanied by gasps, moans, and groans.

"Well, these are ruined," Koko said breathlessly, his arms draped around Inui's neck. The wetness inside his boxers felt warm against his skin. 

"Aw, come on, it'll wash out. No big deal. Besides…" A playful glint twinkled in Inui's eyes as he rather enjoyed the mess inside his own pants. "You know it's going to happen again, right?" 

"Oh, is it, now?" A corner of Koko's lips lifted into a little smirk. He loved it when Inui got all hot and flirty with him. 

He nodded slowly, brushing his lips against Koko's. "And we're definitely coming up here again, while whatever's blooming is still doing it's thing."

"Mm-hm…" Koko agreed, running his fingers loosely into his husband's hair. "And, you might want to forget your allergy pills again too." 

Before Inui could say he was absolutely forgetting the medicine next time, Koko's lips were on his again. And as he pulled Inui down into the soft tall grass, more little wispy seeds rose into the air around them.

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The elevator stopped its ascent and gave a soft ding. The doors parted and you stepped out onto the rooftop of レゾナンス (Resonance), Roppongi's premier nightclub. You'd been up here more times than you could remember, and the view is still just as impressive as it was the first time you saw it.

You've known the Haitanis since the three of you were kids, but you've always been closer to Rindou. You'd laughed at and with each other, caused trouble together, annoyed Ran for fun, and gave each other shit. All the time. 

So when he asked you to meet him up here tonight, you didn't suspect anything other than the usual. Talking, drinking, and smoking the night away. Little did you know that life was about to change for both of you. Significantly.

You found him leaning on the railing, smoking a cigarette. He seemed quieter, almost nervous. Like he was saying something without really saying much of anything. When he did speak, it was cryptic and confusing. 

The expression on your face left no room to mistake that you had no idea what the hell he was talking about.

"I'm trying to tell you I love you, idiot." Then he lightly flicked your forehead.

"Well, I love you too, jackass," you replied with a light scowl and smacked his shoulder, the soft whack punctuating your statement.

"No, I mean I love you," he clarified with a sense of seriousness you seldom saw from him.

"And I said I love you too." You spoke the words so easily, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Which it was. You'd loved him for years, showing it but never saying it out loud. "I thought you knew that."

He huffed, not quite a laugh, but not quite not one either. The whole confession was so "you and Rindou," how the two of you always were. So easy and effortless, giving each other crap but with the underlying affection shining through. Everything about the two of you just shifted yet still remained perfectly in step. 

He pulled you close and tenderly pressed his lips to yours. It was a kiss long overdue, years in the making. And while both of you were experienced enough to qualify as experts in kissing and other such activities, you both could agree that neither of you had a kiss like this before. Beautiful in its simplicity and in its meaning.

When your lips parted and your eyes met again, the whole world had just tilted on its axis. Everything was upside-down yet precisely where and how it should be. 

His hands slid around your waist, your arms were around the back of his neck, leaving no space between you. You could feel the pounding of one another's hearts as your lips met again. This time, it was deeper and more urgent. Like you had all the time in the universe, but the heat between you burned hot enough that neither time nor place mattered anymore.

Rindou's hands roamed your curves, finally being able to touch what he'd wanted for so long. You were his, at last. And he didn't want to wait any longer. He walked you backwards until you were pushed to the wall of the elevator housing.

Grabbing your thigh, he lifted it and wrapped it around his hip, holding it tightly as his hardness pressed against you.

"I've fantasized about this," you admitted, whispering into the kiss. 

"Yeah?" His head jerked back, a surprised but smug grin on his face. "You serious?" 

You nodded and gave a coy little smile. "Oh, yes. Very serious." 

"Tell me." He wanted to know, desperately. Because he'd fantasized about you too. So many times. So many, many times. 

Your cheeks warmed and the redness reached your ears. With a slightly sheepish and bashful smile, you confessed one of your little imagined scenes to him. "This— you and me, a wall…" 

"And?" he asked with a curious smirk. How far did this particular little fantasy of yours go? If you wouldn't tell him, he had no qualms about teasing it out of you.

"And… you buried inside me," you whispered into his ear. 

Fuck. His pulse stuttered and his hand tightened on your thigh. You thought about him like that. Not just kissing, not just making out. You imagined him taking you against a wall.

"That can be arranged," he teased, testing the waters. If that's what you wanted, then by gods, he'd give it to you. But if you weren't ready, well… he'd save it for later.

Your heart was racing, your pupils were dilated, and you already had a damp spot in your panties. "What if I said that's what I want?" 

Thank fuck. He wasted no time in answering you with a deep kiss, rolling his hips just to hear that sweet little moan of yours. His hand slid up your thigh and around your ass before his fingers teased the edge of your panties. He slipped them inside, finding your wetness, and running along your slit. Your needy whimper made him smile against your lips.

"Ready for me to make this fantasy real, then?” He pressed you tighter against the wall. His fingers slid inside you, his thumb circling your clit slowly. 

You’re breathless, your nails dug into his shoulders as he growled softly, “Tell me what you want, baby.”

He pressed his lips to yours again, hungry and demanding, his tongue tracing the seam of your mouth before slipping inside. One hand tangled in your hair, holding you in place as he deepened the kiss, his touch firm but gentle, teasing you closer to the edge.  

"You’re so fucking wet for me," he murmured against your lips, his voice rough with desire. "Gonna make you come like this, against this wall, with everyone downstairs none the wiser."

Your fingers ran loosely into his hair as you gasped, your clit throbbed against his thumb. He had you at the edge just from his fingers. You could hardly wait to feel his cock inside you, for real and not just your imagination.

He kissed your neck right below your earlobe, breathing against your skin. "Unless you want me to take you somewhere else. My place, maybe? Bed’s bigger, but…" He pauses, smirking as he pulls his slick fingers free. "I kinda like the idea of you coming apart right here. What do you say?"

"Yes." Your answer came swiftly and breathlessly. And not but a second after that, his belt was unbuckled and his pants unzipped.

"You're sure this is what you want?" Rindou asked one final time. The last thing he wanted was for you to regret this, to regret being with him.

"Rindou," you said, your hands cupping his face. "Yes. I'm a hundred— no, a thousand— percent sure." 

With that, he lined himself up at your soaked entrance and kissed you as he pushed inside.

It was fucking hot. The most agonizing, exquisite pleasure. Not only did he make you come right there against the wall, he did it again, and once more after that. Only when he was certain you were satisfied did he allow himself to join you in orgasmic bliss.

"So…" Rindou brushed a sweat-dampened lock of hair from your face. "Are we officially official now?" 

 "What do you think?" you replied, gazing at him with playful adoration. As many years as it took the two of you to get here, you both knew there was only one real answer.

"I think," he said with a genuine smile, "that you've always been my favorite girl, and now you're my woman." 

His woman.

"Mmm, I like the sound of that," you purred, happier than you've been in a very, very long time. And you knew that, because it was him— your Rindou— that this happiness would stay with you for a lifetime. Just as it would for him too.

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"Oh god, don't stop!" you pleaded as Hanma mercilessly devoured you. Your hands gripped the bedsheets while your hips bucked. His mouth and his long fingers had you teetering on the brink of ecstasy. 

Which is exactly where he wanted you. 

His golden eyes watched you from between your trembling legs. Your back arched, your breasts heaving with your labored and erratic breathing. You were putty in his hands and you were about to fall apart. 

"Don't stop, hm?" Hanma teased, pulling away from you just to make you whinge in protest. 

Which you did. 

"Why?" you whined. "I was so close." 

He chuckled, his fingers still inside you. He moved them only enough to feel you flutter around them, but not enough to make you come. 

"Because," he answered with that stupid, smug smirk that you loved. "I wanna see how sloppy and messy I can make you. How wet you can get." 

He slowly licked your clit, curling his fingers. Then, he stopped again. "Think of it as… an experiment," he added, "for science."

"For science?" you asked flatly, raising an eyebrow. Hanma and science had no business being in the same sentence, let alone in your bedroom.

"Oh, yes. Inquiring minds want to know," he teased you further. He pumped his fingers, making your wetness squish and making you moan. Then, he stopped. Again.

"Goddammit, Shuji… Would you please use that mouth of yours for something other than yapping?" Your voice was rough with desire and frustration. 

"So sassy," he laughed. "I love it. You know…" He propped himself up on his elbow between your legs, chin in his hand, grinning like the damn Cheshire cat. "I can't decide if I should reward you or punish you." 

You rocked your hips, trying your damnedest to get him to do something. You were tempted to reach your hand down and finish yourself off if he wasn't going to. 

"Ah-ah… Patience, doll." He knew he'd just about hit the limit to your good graces, and he wanted to push it just a little further.

"Shuji…" you groaned. "For the love of fuck." 

"Yes, exactly." He nodded, chuckling at your impatience. "And fuck we will. As soon as our little experiment is done." 

At that, he dove back into your wetness. Eating, sucking, licking. Thrusting his fingers until you came. Hard. Once your wave of pleasure subsided, he pulled back. His mouth and chin glistened like a freshly-glazed pastry.

"Perfection," he mused, wiping his mouth with the back of his tattooed hand. "Utter perfection." 

To be continued on Day 19!

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You and Taiju had been seeing each other for just over a month. So far, your dates ended with a kiss. Just a kiss. Very gentlemanly— perhaps a little too gentlemanly.

The man was a solid brick wall with the deepest voice you'd ever had the pleasure of hearing. It did things to you, making you all warm and tingly. You listened to a voicemail he left you on a loop while you drained the battery on your vibrator almost every night.

He towered over you, you wanted to climb the man like a tree, and you just knew everything about him had to be huge. And you wanted to find out if you were right, so bad you ached for it. At that moment, you decided to take matters into your own hands. 

If he wasn't going to put the moves on you, then you would take the initiative. 

As you got ready for your date with him a few days later, you picked out your sexiest bra and panties to wear underneath your new dress with the plunging neckline. It highlighted your curves, classy with just the right amount of "come fuck me." Especially when paired with your pair of heels that made your calves look amazing. 

The date went well and you invited him into your home, offering a glass of wine. You lounged sideways on the couch, your dress riding up mid-thigh. Accidentally on purpose. You tilted your head, played with your necklace to draw attention to your cleavage, and tucked your hair behind your ear. 

Taiju commented on the wine, appreciating its lingering sweetness on the palate. "Not unlike you, my dear. You also leave a sweetness that lingers long after I've returned home," he said in that deep voice that made your panties wet.

Then, he leaned in and kissed you. 

Seeing that as your chance, you let the kiss deepen as naturally as possible. Your hand rested on his chest, feeling his heart beating steadily beneath your palm. When you moved your leg to rest over his knee, that steady heartbeat raced. 

Bingo.

You made your move, sliding seamlessly onto his lap. His hands circled your waist, your arms slid around the back of his neck and you sighed softly into his lips. And then you felt it begin to press against your thigh.

"Y/N…" Your name rumbled low in his chest, the restrained desire audible in his voice. His hands tightened around your waist.

"Yes?" you murmured softly, your fingers running loosely through his hair.

He inhaled slowly, as if it almost pained him to speak. "You are beautiful. Inside and out," he finally said. "Any man would be lucky to have you." 

Your breath hitched and your brow creased. Was he giving in or attempting to let you down easy? The way eyes held yours, it was hard to tell. 

"I want you. Very much so," he admitted. "But… I don't want to hurt you, my dear." 

True, he had the appearance of someone who could utterly destroy an entire army. But he'd only ever been delicate with you, almost hesitant at times. Handling you as if you were made of glass. 

"What do you mean?" you asked quietly. 

"I mean," he began, taking a moment to search for the right words. "I am a large man. Larger than most." 

Your brows raised slightly. Was he talking about… that? 

"My size, dear. I worry it would hurt you," he explained. 

He was talking about that. About how big it is— big enough that he was concerned about injuring you. You both were quiet for a moment. Finally you spoke. Whispered.

"Could we… try?" 

A corner of his mouth lifted in amusement. "You really want to try?" When you nodded he lifted you from his lap, picking you up like you were a feather. And he carried you into your bedroom.

He laid you down and undressed you, kissing each inch of skin as it was bared, playing your body like a fine instrument. And did it ever sing for him. Each moan, each sigh, each goosebump was all for him.

You arched into his touch, fluttering around his fingers as they stretched you, readying you for what was to come.

And when it was your turn to undress him, you took your time unbuttoning his shirt, slowly and sensually. Your hands glided over his muscles, tracing the lines of his tattoos. 

The bulge in his pants was impressive, to say the least. You divested him of his trousers, then of his boxer-briefs, and your eyes fell upon his glorious, thick, long cock. Your core throbbed in anticipation.

"Are you sure you want to try this?" Taiju asked you one more time. 

You nodded, the ache between your legs was becoming almost unbearable. "Yes. I still want to." 

You wrapped your hand around his girth, giving little kitten licks to the tip. His groan of pleasure spurred you on. You took as much of him as you could into your mouth, using your hand to stroke what didn't fit. 

Finally you couldn't wait any longer. You needed him inside you like you needed air in your lungs. He pulled you onto his lap, straddling him, lining up your soaked entrance with his tip. 

"Easy," he warned gently. "Only take what you can, my dear." 

With a soft smile, you nodded and leaned in to kiss him as you slowly and carefully began lowering yourself down onto his cock. It stretched you deliciously, not quite to the point of pain but close to it. 

Taiju's hands rested on your hips, only feeling you move. He let you set the pace, taking in a little more, gradually, as your body adjusted to his immense size. It took time and patience, but you eventually fit him inside you.

Gods, the sensation of being so full of him… It felt incredible, and the expression of pleasure and relief on his face was worth every slow stretch. 

"You're taking me so well," he remarked in a voice roughened by pleasure. His hands tightened on your hips as you moved, now riding him with sheer, joyful abandon. And when you came, the intensity made your whole body tremble.

Taiju held himself off until your peak had passed. He lifted you off of him just in time for his warmth to coat his abs, the absence of him leaving you feeling empty but fulfilled. 

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" were the first words he uttered, cupping your face in his large, strong hands. "I didn't hurt you?"

"No, far from it," you answered breathlessly. You'd be sore in the morning, for sure. But as it is with any activity, the more often you do it, the quicker you grow used to it. And now that you both knew you could take him, there was nothing stopping either of you.

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"Perfection," Hanma mused, wiping his mouth with the back of his tattooed hand. "Utter perfection." 

He freed himself from his boxers teasingly slow, and tossed them to the floor. His erection stood proud and ready under your gaze as he moved on top of you. 

"You ready for me, doll?" he asked, peering down at you with those golden eyes of his.

"I've been ready, Shu." 

The chuckle he gave in response was low and teasing. "I know, I know. Just wanted to be sure." 

Your eyes narrowed. He was toying with you again, like a cat with a little mouse. And he was enjoying every second of making you squirm.

"Hanma Shuji, I swear if you don't put your cock in me right now—"

He interrupted you by doing just that. Putting his cock in you. With one fluid thrust, he filled you and buried himself to the hilt. 

"You really should practice more patience, doll." He held himself still, feeling you fluttering around him. "Good things come to those who wait, as they say." 

You love the man, but sometimes he frustrated the hell out of you. "Shu… Would you shut up and fuck me already?" 

He just laughed. Mission accomplished in annoying you, which seemed to be his favorite pastime. He finally began thrusting, setting a pace sure to drive you wild with pleasure. 

You bit your lip, holding back the words don't stop because you knew they would only make him stop to tease you more. So you let your moans do the talking instead. 

When you finally came, your nails raked down his back, leaving red trails of passion on his skin. You screamed his name loud enough for the neighbors to know how well he was fucking you. They ought to be used to it by now. 

Your descent into ecstasy triggered his, and he groaned your name as he throbbed inside you. He collapsed on top of you, covering you with his body as you both gasped for breath. 

"You can't tell me that wasn't worth the wait," he murmured into your ear. You could practically hear the smug grin that was plastered on his face. 

You hated to admit he was right. It was so worth it. Worth every tease and every irritation. "You'd better be glad I love you." 

"Oh, I am." His voice turned slightly more serious, more than you usually heard from him. The fact that you not only put up with his obnoxious ass, but you actually loved him was not something he understood fully, so he never took it for granted. "And I love you too." 

You smiled as he kissed you lazily, pulling his spent cock out and pushing himself off of you. He grinned at the sight of the creampie he left inside you. 

"Dessert is served," he teased, earning him an eye roll from you. 

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You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, clad in only a towel wrapped around your body with a pile of clothes on the floor. Nothing you tried on looked right and you were well past the point of discouragement. 

Your chest wasn't the ideal size, your height was all wrong, your butt wasn't round and perky, even your face was… ugh. Your eyes, your nose, the little scar above your eyebrow. All you saw when you looked at yourself was a hundred flaws. A hundred reasons for him to be turned off by you.

This wasn't the first time Ran saw you looking at yourself like you were some kind of swamp monster that just crawled up from the muck. He stepped close and rested his hands on your shoulders.

"I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong, love." His usual lazy, teasing smirk was softened as his eyes met yours in the mirror. "Don't hide behind the insecurities. Own what you've got— it makes you irresistible." 

You wanted to believe him, you really did. But… 

"You don't like your eyes. But you should see how they sparkle when you laugh," he said, cupping your chin with his hand and turning your face toward his. "And your lips… they're perfect. For kissing. For whispering sweet things to me." He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on them. "For tasting sin." 

Just when your breath hitched, he pulled back slightly with a gaze that was both intense and playful. He pulled you closer as he stood behind you, kissing your neck and breathing in your scent. "You're not flawed, you're perfect and you're mine. And I'm not going to let you forget that." 

His hands slid down your shoulders and settled on your waist. 

"See yourself through my eyes," he whispered, pointing at your reflection. He slowly pulled the towel from your body, dropping it to the floor. 

"I don't want anything other than this," Ran whispered into your ear, his eyes remaining steadily locked on yours in the mirror. "You. Just as you are." 

Ran's hands caressed your body, gliding over curves and across your bare skin. The stark, bright light above you illuminated every freckle and mark, every imperfection you didn't want him to see. 

"You're so tense ," he chided gently, sweeping your hair back over your shoulder and placing a kiss on your soft skin there. "Relax, love. It's just me."

He was right. You'd tensed, wanting to cover yourself, even though he'd seen you naked a million times. " Ran, I don't—"

"Yes, you do," he insisted, resting his hands on your hips, pulling you back into the hardness underneath his pants. "Do you feel that? What you do to me?" 

Your breath hitched and your core throbbed. And your nipples hardened almost instantly. 

"I see what I do to you," he mused as his gaze dropped to your breasts. "Let me feel it now." 

His hand slid down between your legs, fingers gliding along your wet slit, making you gasp softly in pleasure. "Ah, yes. Now look again. In the mirror." 

Ran's fingers slipped inside you, coaxing out soft moans as they worked their magic on you. "Keep looking. Eyes on yourself." 

Your face was softened by desire. Your eyes half-lidded, your lips parted ever so slightly. You didn't even realize he'd freed himself from his pants until you felt him pressing at your entrance and gently nudging you to bend over the sink.

"I want you to see it, love," he whispered, sinking into your warmth. "See what I see." 

You watched yourself as he thrusted. The sight of your own pleasure, of your body taking his… It was so fucking erotic. He had you at the edge of bliss, then he drove you right over it.

"Yes… Watch yourself come for me," he said, his voice raw and ragged. And his eyes stayed on you as the waves of your orgasm overtook you. No sooner than you'd fallen apart around him, he thrusted one last time and filled you. 

He held you tenderly as you both caught your breath. "My beautiful y/n," he whispered roughly. "You are perfect. Mine. And I love you always."

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Your heart pounded as you ran barefoot through the woods. Your nightgown fluttered behind you and the dry leaves crunched under your feet. You hazarded a glance over your shoulder— he wasn't far away, but in the dark, you couldn't see a damn thing. You stopped to catch your breath, leaning against a tree to give the burning muscles of your legs a break. 

It was like this every full moon. He turned, you ran. He hunted, you hid. He caught you, you loved every second of it. 

A twig snapped. You whipped your head towards the sound. A pair of glowing golden eyes blinked. A snarl that sounded suspiciously like a triumphant laugh. You took off running again only to be swiftly tackled from behind. 

"Gotcha," he growled into your ear, caging you with his transformed body. His claws dug into the soft dirt, right beside you. They could easily dig into you instead, rending your flesh along with his razor-sharp teeth, separating muscle from sinew and crushing bone.

But they didn't. You trusted him, and he would never, ever betray that. No matter which form he was in.

A deep, rumbling chuckle vibrated against your back as he buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet, intoxicating scent. His voice was dark and gravelly. "You like being hunted, don't you?" 

With one sharp claw, he ripped the back of your nightgown, avoiding your tender skin. The sensation sent a shiver through your body. 

"Yes," you answered in a breathy whisper. "I love it." 

A guttural growl tore from his throat at your breathless confession. He felt the shiver that ran through your body in a primal tremor of surrender that ignited the wildfire in his blood. "Good girl." 

He gave you a sharp nip where your neck meets your shoulder, gripping your hip to anchor you against him. He shoved what remained of the tattered nightgown down, the ripping of fabric the only sound in the quiet woods, leaving you completely bare and vulnerable under the silver moonlight.

"Fucking perfect," he rumbled with an animalistic growl. He slipped a long, padded finger into your slickness and brought it to his mouth, licking it clean. His hands gripped onto your hips and the next thing you felt was his cock stretching you deliciously.

"Oh god, Keisuke!" Your cry of pleasure echoed through the dark woods. His length dragged along your insides as he held your hips, taking what's his with the ferocity of a wild beast.

Your moans and screams of ecstasy were a symphony to his ears, fueling the fire that consumed him. He drove into you harder, deeper. Each powerful thrust rocked you forward. 

One hand released your hip, sliding up your sweat-slicked back to tangle in your hair. He wrapped the locks around his fist and yanked your head back, forcing your back to arch into his brutal thrusts. His other arm snaked around your waist, pulling you up against his chest, driving his cock even deeper inside you. 

His voice was a ragged, possessive snarl. "All fucking mine. Say it."

Your mind was blank and numb with overwhelming pleasure. The sound of skin slapping against skin blended with his growls and your moans, filling the silence of the night. "All… yours," you finally say. "Yours, Keisuke."

His name on your lips shattered what little self-control he had left. He drove into you, his movements becoming wild and erratic, pure instinct. He leaned down, his feral grin hovering over the skin of your shoulder and he sank his teeth into your flesh, marking you as he spilled himself deep inside you with a final, possessive thrust.

Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy when he buried his knot and locked the two of you together as your orgasm overtook you.

His breath came in ragged pants against your shoulder, where a perfect imprint of his teeth marked your skin. The feral haze slowly receded from his mind, replaced by the deep affection he has for you. He carefully, gently shifted his weight, pulling you with him to lie on your sides on the soft moss, keeping you tucked against his chest. 

"You okay?" His voice was a rough whisper laced with tenderness as he nuzzled into your hair, breathing you in. 

"I'm okay," you answered breathlessly, smiling in contentment. "I'm more than okay." 

"Good." He wrapped an arm around you protectively, placing a tender kiss on the fresh bite mark. A profound sense of peace washed over him as the two of you lay together under the watchful eye of the moon.

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Emma smiled as she slid her window open. The alarm clock on her nightstand read 1:36am, and her brothers should all be fast asleep now. She placed her finger to her lips, stepping aside for him to climb in.

Shion's feet set down quietly, as close to silent as he could be. He hated sneaking around like this, but he also enjoyed living. And keeping his limbs attached to his body. If her brothers knew they were together, he was as good as dead. Especially if Izana found out.

No sooner than Shion's feet touched the floor, Emma grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him in for a kiss. It knocked him off balance and he stumbled forward. He caught the both of them, bracing a hand against the wall with his other arm firmly around her. 

His hand hit the wall with a soft thump. 

A breathy laugh bubbled up from Emma's chest. "Careful," she whispered. "We can't get caught." 

"Believe me. I know," he said. It was the biggest drawback to her still living at home with her brothers. Hiding their relationship, sneaking into her bedroom in the dead of night— all to avoid (mostly) Izana's wrath. He doubted Mikey or Shinichiro would be quite as murderous but Shion wasn't going to risk it.

Emma kissed him again, walking backwards and dragging him with her until the backs of her legs reached the edge of her bed. As she plopped down onto the mattress, Shion sank to his knees in front of her. 

His hands slowly glided up her thighs, parting them just enough to have room for his face. He slid the hem of her nightgown up, glancing at her as she bit her bottom lip. The sight of it made his cock stir in his jeans. 

Emma lounged back, propping herself on her palms as Shion's fingers gently tugged her panties off. She gasped softly at the sensation of his breath against her skin just before his tongue reached her. She bit back a moan when he dove in, devouring her. 

He slipped a finger inside her, followed by a second while he ate her like a sweet, juicy peach. Thrusting and curling, the combined stimulation from mouth and fingers elicited a whimper and a soft little moan. 

"Shh…" Shion whispered from between her thighs. 

Emma clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her sounds of pleasure. It felt good— too good— to keep quiet. But it was either silence or getting caught. She chose silence. Wisely.

However.

Footsteps came padding up the hall. Both Emma and Shion froze. 

"Oh fuck--" Shion's fingers were still buried inside her when she yanked her nightgown down, threw the blanket over her lap, and grabbed her phone from the nightstand. 

He ducked and rolled under the bed, bumping his head on the bedframe. "Ow, shit…" he cursed under his breath as he disappeared from view.

Emma unlocked the screen just as a soft knock interrupted the quiet. She swallowed hard, her mouth ran dry as the door creaked open. 

"Everything alright?" Izana asked, his face appearing between the door and the frame. "I heard some shuffling about and saw your light was on." 

Emma gave a soft, reassuring smile that barely concealed how close she'd been to an orgasm. "Yes, I couldn't sleep so I'm watching YouTube." 

"Hmm… I see." Izana glanced around the room. Nothing seemed out of sorts, although he remained suspicious. "Can I bring you anything? A glass of water, perhaps?" 

Shion held his breath in the dark, dusty space between the mattress and the floor, praying Izana would hurry up and go away. 

"No, thank you." Emma smiled again and clicked her phone screen off. "I think I'm going to try sleeping now." 

Izana gave a small nod, his eyes sweeping the room one last time. "Alright. Good night." 

As soon as the door closed, Shion let out his breath. He hesitantly stuck his head out and peeked up at Emma from under the bed. "That was fucking close," he whispered. 

"I know." 

He emerged from hiding, softly brushing the dust from his clothes. "We're gonna get caught. We gotta do something." 

Emma reached up and gently plucked a dust bunny from his hair. "Maybe we should… tell them. About us." 

Shion shuddered as he imagined his own epitaph. "And then I'm dead. Just write 'Madarame Shion, deceased because he loved Sano Emma' on my death certificate, huh?"

Emma's expression softened and her heart skipped a beat. "You love me?"

He hadn't intended on confessing under these circumstances— nearly caught by Izana and covered head to toe in dust. But he'd already said it now. "Yeah. I do." 

She practically beamed, her smile as bright as sunshine. "I love you too, Shion," she whispered, cupping his face and planting a soft, tender kiss on his lips. "But you'd better go. I'll call you in the morning." 

With a big, dumb grin, Shion nodded, kissing her forehead before climbing out of the window, his head in the clouds. He loves her and she loves him back. How'd he get so damn lucky? 

What neither of them realized, as Emma slipped back into bed and turned the light off, was the presence of one overprotective big brother on the opposite side of the door. 

Love, hm? Interesting, Izana thought to himself. I'm still going to kill him, though. 

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"Ugh… I'm home," you announced as you slipped your shoes off at the door. You hung your keys up and shuffled across the floor, tired from a long day at work. You followed the sound of dishes clinking in the kitchen and found him drying off a plate. Sparkling clean plates and bowls were neatly stacked next to the sink, freshly dried.

"Oh, hey. Welcome home," Shinichiro greeted, smiling and setting the last plate down on the countertop. He slung the dish towel over his shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek. 

"You washed all those dishes?" you asked with an air of gratitude. Both of you had been so busy the past few days that dirty plates, bowls, and cups piled up in the sink, threatening to revolt if neither of you did something about it. 

"Yes. And…" He beamed proudly as he gestured to the bag of takeout on the kitchen table. "Dinner is under control." 

"Wow, look at that. A clean kitchen and a meal?" you asked, impressed. "Good boy." 

Shin's breath caught in his throat. His arms tightened around your waist and his cheeks flushed. A moment later, you felt him hardening against your lower abdomen. 

Did he… like being praised? 

You lowered your voice, slid your arms around the back of his neck, and leaned in. "Good boy," you murmured against his lips. 

"S-say it again," he whispered, almost sounding desperate. "Please."

With a sultry smile, you obliged him. 

"My good boy." 

Shin whimpered and crushed his lips to yours. 

Then, you had an idea. A wickedly good idea, in your opinion. You nudged him towards one of the chairs at the dining table, gently pushing him to sit. "You've done an excellent job," you say to him as your fingers work the button and zipper on his pants. "You deserve a reward, hm?"

The grin on his face, one of both disbelief and anticipation, stretched from ear to ear. "I do?"

"Oh, yes. Absolutely," you answer, drawing his hard length out and slowly sinking to your knees. "Good boys always get rewarded." 

He throbbed in your hand while you stroked him. "Th-thank you," he whispered. 

"And you're using manners too," you purred. "Wonderful." You slowly licked the underside of his cock from base to tip, lavishing him with your tongue before taking him into your mouth. 

"Oh god, y/n," he groaned, overcome with pleasure. His head lolled back for just a second before snapping back up to watch you. No way he was going to miss seeing this. 

Your head bobbed up and down, and your eyes locked on his. He let out another whimper when you moaned around his cock. Sucking him always made you wet, and you couldn't wait to give him the real reward. 

Releasing him from your mouth and rising to your feet, you unfastened your own pants. Sliding them down your thighs, you turned around and gave him a naughty look from over your shoulder. 

"Y/N?" His voice was a barely audible whisper as you backed up over his lap. 

Without a word, you lowered yourself down, slowly and sensually, taking his entire length inside you. He gasped— his hips bucked up to meet your ass cheeks as you began riding him.

"Oh god," he breathed. Watching you ride him in reverse had to be one of the hottest things he'd ever seen. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the sides of the chair. 

You moaned while he thrusted up into you, meeting your every downstroke. The sound of your cheeks slapping against his hips filled the kitchen and you braced your hands on his knees, your fingers digging in.

He was close, so fucking close. He fought hard to hold back the wave of ecstasy that threatened to overtake him, desperate for you to finish first. Only once he felt you unravel and heard you moan his name did he let go and spill himself inside you.

You leaned back into his chest, both of you breathless and spent. "So… you really like praise, don't you?" 

He chuckled between pants for breath. "Uh, yeah. I guess I do," he said, wrapping his arms around you and holding you snug against him. "Maybe I'll do the dishes all the time now." 

"Good boy."

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You didn't notice you were being followed. Not until you were snatched on your way home. Rope digs into your wrists and ankles, duct tape pulls at the tender skin on your lips, and the blindfold leaves you with only your senses of hearing and smell to rely on. 

The scrape of a metal chair over concrete. A dripping pipe overhead. The scuff of a boot and the acrid smell of cigarette smoke. A gravelly voice making a phone call.

"Yeah, I got her. Y/N, forensic accounting, XYZ Company, right? Uh huh. Usual place. Got it."

You don't know where you are or who took you. But your job somehow landed you here. Maybe it's that overseas account with the convoluted paper trail you're investigating? 

"Well, sweetheart… We're gonna be here a while," the gravelly voice spoke to you. Footsteps paced over and stopped in front of you. A thick, meaty hand grabbed your chin and tilted your face up. "Let's get acquainted, huh?"

Your blood ran cold and your stomach turned. Fingers unbuttoned your blouse and hands groped your breasts. You whimpered, shaking your head. Even though you couldn't speak the word, your body screamed no!

The hem of your skirt lifted. Your pantyhose torn open. Hands where they shouldn't be, where you didn't want them. Tears soaked the blindfold at the sound of a belt unbuckling, followed by the rip of a zipper. 

You shook your head, the duct tape muffled your shouts as he parted your thighs. Thick fingers slipped inside you, giving you a terrifying preview of what was coming next.

"That sweet little pussy's gonna feel so good wrapped around my—" 

He yelped. Bones cracked and joints popped. Screams of intense, searing pain.

"Shut the fuck up," an oddly somewhat-familiar voice said just before an extra loud crunch, then a thud.

You held your breath. Fabric rustled. What felt like a shirt or a coat fell across your lap, preserving the little dignity you had left. 

"Y/N?" 

As the blindfold lifted, a pair of eyes you hadn't seen in years met yours. He's older, his hair is different, the glasses are gone. But it's definitely him. 

Rindou.

"Fuck. It is you," he said as he reached down to cut the ropes binding you. "Why is it you?" He sounded almost… annoyed.

Once your hands were freed, you peeled the tape from your mouth, wincing as it pulled painfully at your skin. 

"Rindou? What the hell is going on?" Your voice wavered and your hands trembled. 

"Don't ask questions." He rose and motioned for you to follow him. 

The mint-green jacket over your lap matched the rest of his tailored suit. You stood on shaky legs, wrapping the jacket around your waist, covering the tattered remains of your skirt and the exposed skin. Your eyes landed on the crumpled man on the ground, not moving. 

"Oh my god, is he… dead?" you asked, eyes wide in shock. 

Rindou grabbed your hand to lead you out of the abandoned warehouse. "Don't ask questions," he repeated. 

Your head was spinning. If Rindou hadn't showed up when he did, the thought of what could have happened sent a shudder through your body. But— did he really kill that man? And why does he seem so cold? 

You try to reconcile the purple-haired man leading you away from a dead body with the sarcastic smartass boy that used to do anything to make you laugh. The boy and his brother that held Roppongi in the palms of their hands. Is this even the same person? Your Rindou? 

"Rin?" you ask in a small, hesitant voice.

He opens the door of a sleek sports car and only says, "We'll talk. Just get in." 

The car roars to life and he steps on the accelerator. He doesn't say anything but he occasionally glances over at you. The ride to wherever is heavy with a charged silence. 

"You're gonna quit your job," he finally says. "Effective now." 

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could utter a single word, he spoke again. 

"No questions. Just listen." He parked the car in front of a small, modest house and walked you to the front door. Nothing about it stood out. It was plain as could be. "You're gonna stay here until I get shit sorted out." 

As you nodded slowly, you noticed the tattoo on his throat. A hanafuda card? You've seen that symbol somewhere, you know you have.

Rindou's eyes searched your face. You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream, you wanted to take a shower and wash that man's touch off of you, and you were still scared shitless. He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. 

"Look, it'll be okay. I promise," he told you in a tone that felt less harsh. "I just gotta clean up a mess first, yeah?" 

You nodded again, not understanding much of anything other than he wanted you to lay low. Tears welled up and you pressed your lips together in a tight line to keep them from spilling down your cheeks. 

"Goddammit, Y/N…" He sighed and pulled you into his chest, his arms around your shoulders. "I'm sorry you got mixed up in this shit, but I'm gonna un-mix it. You just gotta trust me. Alright?" 

He leaned back just enough to meet your eyes. This time, they held a hint of the warmth they once did all those years ago. Just a hint. Stepping back, he fished a key from his pocket and placed it into your palm. 

"Go on," he said, gesturing to the door. "There's food and some clothes in there. At least some sweatpants and shit." 

You gave another small nod and clutched the key tightly in your hand. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me," he said, shaking his head. "Just take care of yourself." As he turned to leave, he glanced over his shoulder at you. "And… it's good to see you again. All things considered." 

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The late afternoon sun shone through the tinted glass when you stepped into his office. His katana sat imposingly in its stand behind his desk; the only sound was the soft click of a pen between his fingers.

"You asked to see me, sir?" 

“Shut the door,” he said without looking up.

Your pulse spiked, but you obeyed. The sound of the latch echoed through the room. His leather chair creaked as he leaned back, finally meeting your eyes.

“You fixed a message this morning,” he said. “From the Yokohama contact.”

“Yes, sir. The code string was off by one digit, so—”

“So you knew the right one,” he cut in. “That’s interesting.” He set the pen down, his gaze sharpening with curiosity. 

“Most people in this place can’t tell when something’s wrong until it explodes. You caught it before it did.” He tilted his head slightly. “Now I have to decide whether you’re smart… or dangerous.”

The clock on the wall ticked each second entirely too loud. One… two… three…

“Tell me,” he said, his tone somewhere between a compliment and a threat. “Which are you?”

"I suppose it depends on who you ask." You could hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears, knowing what happens to those who he sees as threats.

Sanzu's lips curved into a smirk. "I'm asking you, Y/N." 

Your mind went into overdrive, trying to conjure the right words. Hopefully ones that won't land you at the end of his katana or with a gun pointed between your eyes.

"I'm smart enough to be dangerous where needed for the benefit of Bonten," you answered.

He hummed softly in amusement. You have a way with words that impresses and entertains him, all while maintaining a distant air of professionalism. 

"For the benefit of Bonten," he echoes, leaning forward and steepling his fingers, elbows propped on the desk. He lets silence hang between the two of you before speaking again. "And that includes getting the information from Yokohama to me?"

"Yes. It does." You clasp your hands together in front of you to hide the slight trembling. You'd been distracted earlier, but you were sure you'd given it to him.

Until you weren't.

"Then why didn't I get it?" The chair creaked again as he sat back, eyes narrowed. "I went into that meeting having no fucking idea what was going on." 

A bead of sweat trickled down the back of your neck. Your lips parted but no words came out. This was it. You were as good as dead.

Sanzu rose from his chair, his voice lowered dangerously. "Does that benefit Bonten?" 

You swallowed hard against the lump in your throat. "N-no. It does not." 

His eyes bored into yours as silent tension built between you. You were waiting for him to grab that katana, unsheathe it, and end you right there on the spot. 

"Count yourself lucky that getting rid of a body is much, much easier than hiring and training a new assistant," he said, stepping from behind the desk. "Far less of a headache." 

Relief begin to wash over you and you could breathe again. You weren't going to die today after all.

"Don't think you're off the hook. Not that easily." He stood beside you, well into your personal space. He leaned in and whispered, "Hands on the desk." 

You hesitated, unsure of what he meant and what he was going to do next. 

"I said, hands on the desk," he repeated in a firm tone, grabbing your wrists and placing your palms on the polished surface. 

There you stood, in a rather compromised position, awaiting your fate. Your eyes slowly rose to look up at him. 

He shook his head, rolling up his shirt sleeves. "Eyes forward." 

Your head snapped to the front, gaze settling on the katana, thankfully still on its stand. But what was he going to do? The answer started to take shape when he lifted the back of your skirt, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

Your eyes were wide as he kept you in suspense with your skirt up around your waist, your face bright red. You put on your black thong underwear this morning to avoid a pantyline. That seemingly innocuous decision now left very little of you covered.

Just then, his hand came down firmly on your left ass cheek. The resulting smack was immediately followed by an "Oh!!" from you.

He spanked you? Your skin was stinging and a red handprint blossomed on your skin. It took a moment to register with you what he'd done. 

Then he did it again. This time on the right side.

You inhaled sharply. Now both cheeks stung. But he wasn't finished. By the fourth spank, you whimpered. On the fifth, you had to bite your tongue to keep from moaning. 

Those thong panties of yours didn't exactly hide how wet you were now. In fact, they didn't hide it all. And Sanzu saw it. You didn't catch his sly smirk as he lowered your skirt and smoothed it down over the swell of your rear. 

"Now," he leaned in and whispered into your ear. "Get out." 

You dashed out of his office like a streak of lightning, heels clicking down the hallway all the way to the restroom. You had business to attend to. And a new desire to mess up again.

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"Oh fuck me," Shion grumbled under his breath. Technology wasn't his friend. And right now, it seemed to be trolling him— mocking him, even. Under normal circumstances, he'd just hand the damn thing to Rindou and let him do it. But he couldn't do that this time.

Not without spoiling the surprise.

"Goddammit! Come on!" He gripped his phone, jabbing aimlessly at the camera settings by this point. So far, he had several blurry pics of the far side of the room, a few up his nose, and one of him flipping the bird to the uncooperative device. He'd managed to somehow readjust and completely screw up all of the settings just trying to set the damn timer on the shutter.

He finally tossed the phone onto the bed, and plopped his ass down. Perched on the edge of the mattress, he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, scowling. This was turning into a royal pain. All he wanted to do was take a few photos. Was that too much to ask?

Apparently it was. 

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Rindou's voice and subsequent laugh snapped Shion out of his fuming. 

Shion groaned in defeat. Plan is ruined. "You're home too early…" 

"No, I'm not," Rindou retorted, checking the time on his wristwatch. "I'm home exactly when I said I'd be." 

Shion glanced at the clock on his phone screen and dragged his hand down his face. "Fuck… you are." He'd gotten so absorbed in battling his camera that he lost all track of time. "Well, surprise. I guess." 

He threw his hands up in exasperation and yanked the bunny ears headband off of his head. Stupid idea, stupid outfits, stupid camera. It was all fucking stupid. "I just wanted to do some of those boudoir photos for ya. But it turned into a shit show."

"Put them back on," Rindou said, plucking the bunny ears from Shion's hand. 

"Why? It's all ruined now." He shrugged, defeated and dismayed. "It's pointless." 

A sly grin appeared on Rindou's face. He placed the bunny ears back on Shion's head and took his phone out of his back pocket. "Not if you have a photographer now." 

"It won't be a surprise, though. Not anymore," Shion replied, adjusting the bunny ears on his head.

Rindou just chuckled. "Oh, it was definitely a surprise coming home to… this," he said, gesturing to the lingerie. Shion already had on a Playboy bunny outfit, complete with ears, a fluffy tail, and cuff links. A pink negligee with a matching robe hung on the closet door, and a pair of pink bunny slippers sat next to the bed. 

"Yeah?" Shion sat up a little straighter, a little prouder. At least part of his plan succeeded. And maybe with Rin taking the photos, they'd turn out better anyway. He struck what he thought was a sexy pose, looking at Rindou from over his shoulder. "All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up." 

Rindou shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Sure," he chuckled, opening his camera app. "I gotta ask, though. What's with all the bunny stuff?" 

"Think about it," Shion answered with a sneaky grin, believing himself to be quite clever. "What do rabbits do?" 

Rindou blinked, not exactly believing but not exactly surprised either. "Seriously?" 

"Whaddya mean, seriously?" Shion shot back. "It's fuckin' funny, come on." 

"You're such a dumbass," Rindou sighed. "But you're my dumbass. And I wouldn't have it any other way." 

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Kazutora leaned against the door frame, arms crossed casually as he watched you brush your hair. Such a simple, everyday thing, but he enjoyed it. Seeing you do something mundane like make tea or read on the couch, for some reason, made him happy. 

Maybe it was because these little things are just a natural part of living. They meant you were here, sharing your life with him. That you wanted to be here. 

You caught him watching you and you smiled softly. "Here," you said, offering him the brush. "You can do it if you like." 

Kazutora took the brush from your hand, delicately, like you were giving him something treasured and priceless. To him, you were. 

He ran the brush through your hair, admiring the silky softness of it. His brush strokes were gentle and slow, gliding through smoothly until he reached a tangle. 

"Sorry," he apologized. 

"It's fine, it didn't hurt." You held a hair tie between your thumb and finger, passing it back to him. "Can you pull it back for me?" 

He nodded, smiling as he gathered your hair into a high ponytail, just like you would. Then, he caught a glimpse of your face in the mirror. The coy little smile.

Seeing him holding your hair in his hand, feeling it there, had your mind— and other parts of you— turning to naughty little things. 

"What?" Kazutora's hands paused, still grasping your hair. 

You raised an eyebrow playfully, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "Can you… pull it?"

He blinked. "Pull what? Your hair?" 

"Mm-hm," you purred. 

He hesitated. The thought of causing you pain didn't sit right with him. His past was filled with violence, dishing it out wasn't the issue. If anyone ever hurt you, he would utterly destroy them. You were precious and he'd do anything to protect you. But you asked him to do it. 

So he gave it a gentle tug. 

"I mean pull it," you said,biting your bottom lip in anticipation.

"O-okay…" This time, he pulled a little more firmly. He watched your eyes go half-lidded and your breath hitched. "You like this?" 

"Harder." 

That lustful expression on your face and the breathy way you asked for more— he drew in a shuddering breath and yanked your head back, exposing your throat. Then, that moan when he kissed down your neck…

For a guy who was hesitant at first, he wasn't holding back anymore. He had his fist tangled in your hair, pulling hard enough that your back arched as he fucked you from behind. 

"Is this hard enough, sweets?" he asked, his voice raspy and breathless. "Or do you want me to stop?" he teased. 

"Don't you dare stop," you moaned, eyes rolling back in pleasure. 

And he didn't stop. Not until you were both left gasping and spent. He held you against his chest and you felt his heart pounding, his fingers gently combing through your messy, tangled locks. 

You lifted your head just enough to kiss his lips and whisper, "I should let you brush my hair all the time." 

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Textbooks lay spread on the coffee table; pages of notes and bookmarks stick out between the pages. Trails of little animated paw prints trotted along on the laptop screen saver. Cushions and throw pillows turned the floor into one big, comfy couch for studying. 

Which is what you two are supposed to be doing. 

"Kei…" you murmured against his lips. "Midterms are in three days. We need to get—"

Baji interrupted you with a slow, lingering kiss. He knew exactly how to shut you up and it always worked a little too effectively. "I got distracted," he said, flashing that smirk that got you every time. 

"Well, get un-distracted because we have work to do." You laughed quietly and tried to pry his arms from around you. You didn't try very hard, though. 

"Not my fault you're so kissable." That goddamn grin— the one that shows his pronounced canines. "You look really good today, too."

"Pfft…" You rolled your eyes playfully. "I'm in sweatpants and a t-shirt. It's hardly high fashion."

"Yeah, but it's my t-shirt," Baji replied. "And as much I love seeing you wear it," he leaned in to whisper into your ear, "I'd rather see it on the floor." 

"Keisuke," you laughed. The guy was relentless and adorably frustratingly so. "Come on, we need to study." 

He groaned, momentarily defeated. "Then, I have an idea," he said. "How about you read aloud while I listen? I can stay right here and we'll still be studying." His arms tightened around you. He wasn't going to let go, that much was crystal clear.

"Fine," you sighed, reaching for the nearest textbook. Flipping to the page bookmarked with a chewing gum wrapper, you began reading. 

"Hyperthyroidism is a common disease in cats, mostly affecting…" You were already distracted by his chin on your shoulder. "…affecting middle-aged and older cats. Also called thyrotoxicosis, it is caused by— Kei, I can't concentrate." 

"Sure you can. Keep going." His lips found their way to that certain spot on your neck, just below your ear. The one that had you instantly breaking out into goosebumps. 

You did your best to ignore it and continue. "Caused by an increase in production…" Your attention was fading fast. "An increase in production of… thyroid hormones…" 

You gasped softly when he drew the skin past his lips, sucking and biting with enough pressure that it was definitely going to leave a mark. A lovely purple one. 

"Thanks. Now I have to leave my hair down," you said, giving him a pointed look.

"Well, damn." Baji just chuckled and leaned in again, going for a spot closer to the front of your neck. "Guess I'll have to leave another one you cant hide." 

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You laid back on the bed, head on your pillow as Chifuyu's hands glided over your skin with all the reverence of a man worshipping his beloved deity. He kissed down your neck, slowly, leaving a trail of goosebumps along your skin. When he reached your breasts, he took his sweet time lavishing each one with his lips and tongue, making you arch into his touch and run your fingers loosely up into his short, dark hair. 

"You're so beautiful, Y/N." His hand slid up your inner thigh and his green eyes met yours. "Perfect, inside and out." 

You gasped softly in pleasure when his fingers reached your warmth, teasing you just enough to draw out a little whimper before slipping inside you. 

"I love you so much," he breathed against your lips. "Every inch of you. Your curves, your scars, your soul. You're my everything."

His fingers started to work their magic and he kissed his way down your body, all the way down between your thighs. He ran the flat of his tongue up your center, slowly and sensually. Your soft moan had him smiling as he dove in. 

Chifuyu was determined to show you how much he loves and desires you, how you're a goddess in his eyes. That he was your humble devotee worshipping you at your temple. Once he knew his goddess was pleased, he came up for air and kissed his way back up to your neck. 

"I married the most gorgeous, wonderful person in the entire world," he murmured against your skin. "As long as you'll let me stay by your side, I'll be a happy man." 

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Lady Emma drew her katana, stepping cautiously into the mouth of the cave. As daylight faded behind her, torches lined the walls, flickering and illuminating the way in. Into the inner sanctum, to where the beast lies sleeping. 

It was too quiet. Her footsteps echoed along with the water dripping from stalactites into shimmering pools of opal. But the slow, steady breathing of the creature stopped. 

"WHO DISTURBS MY SLEEP?" his voice rumbled through the cavern. "GO AWAY."

Emma tightened her grip on the katana, palms sweating. She took a shaky breath to steady her resolve and entered the lair of the dragon. 

"I am Lady Emma!" she announced. "And I am here to put an end to your reign of terror!" 

Her bravery, though, faltered for a moment as she finally laid eyes on him. He was enormous, his scales shone in shades of black and silver. His eyes, like mirrors of polished obsidian, reflected her own image back to her.

"My reign of what?" he huffed, flicking the end of his tail in annoyance. 

"Your reign of terror," she repeated. "You destroyed Sano Castle, reduced it to rubble! Now, prepare to meet your end!" 

The dragon regarded the small golden-haired woman clutching a sword almost as big as she is. "You've got guts," he said to her, a small laugh rumbling in his chest. "I'll give you that. But I'm not the dragon you're looking for." 

Lady Emma blinked, thrown off by his amusement. "What do you mean? Of course you are. You— You destroyed my home!" 

The dragon shook his head. "I haven't left this cave in over a century. The one you're after is black and gold. Not black and silver." 

She began to doubt what she'd seen that night. Was this beast telling the truth? Or was he only trying to save himself? 

"He's a lousy neighbor. So loud and obnoxious. I can hear him causing chaos even from the far side of the mountain," the dragon remarked. "I wouldn't go looking for him. Not unless you want to be eaten." 

"Eaten?" 

"Yes. You know the legend of the princess taken and eaten by the big, terrifying dragon, right?" He waited for her to nod in the affirmative. "That's him. Hanma the Horrible." 

"O-oh. I see." Lady Emma lowered her sword and sheathed it. "My apologies, dragon-sama." 

"Draken," he corrected. "I am called Draken."

"Lady Emma." She gave a polite bow from her waist. "Have you really been here that long? Over 100 years?"

He nodded. "I have. No reason to leave. I'm the last in my family." 

"Oh…" Emma said, feeling sorry that he didn't have anyone like she did. Her family meant the world to her and she wondered if he might be lonely. "Is there anything I can do for you? Do you need anything?"

Draken shook his massive head. "Not unless you want to help continue my bloodline, then no. I don't need anything." 

Emma's eyebrows raised in surprise at his bold, and blunt, request. Dragons who have been isolated for a century sure have atrophied social skills, she noted. Even so, she's a human and he's a dragon the size of a house. "I… don't believe I can do that. Sorry." 

He hummed quietly in thought. "I suppose you're right. I am much larger than you." He leaned forward, resting his chin on the cave floor so his face was level with hers. "What if I weren't so big? Would you consider it?" 

She didn't think eliminating the size difference would work either. He'd still be a dragon. Before she could open her mouth to tell him as much, his form began to shift. 

The black and silver dragon was no longer towering over her. In that same place an impossibly handsome man now stood. Dark hair braided in the back, an ornate dragon tattoo on one of the shaved sides of his head. His height was still imposing, and his irises were still the color of obsidian. 

"And now?" Draken asked, slowly stepping closer to her. "Would you consider it?" 

"Yes." The word fell out of her mouth before she even knew she'd said it. Her cheeks blazed and a sheepish little smile formed on her lips. "I mean, yes. I will consider it." 

"Wonderful." He started to untie his black hakama when Emma gasped. 

"Right now?" she squeaked. "Shouldn't we, I don't know, court first? Or something?" 

Draken's fingers didn't stop their work on the knots. "Courting? Isn't that what we've been doing?" The first knot came loose. "You came into my territory, challenged me, and I accepted you," he said plainly. 

"That's… not courting," she replied. 

"It is for dragons." The second knot came loose and his hakama slid down, pooling at his feet. "My cave, my rules." Noticing she'd made no attempt to undress yet, he gestured to her clothing. "Aren't you going to disrobe?" 

Lady Emma, still somewhat in disbelief at agreeing to do this, nodded and laid down her katana. With trembling fingers, she began untying her own hakama. She wondered if being with a dragon in a human-shaped form was anything like being with a regular person. 

"You're quite a lovely human," he remarked as his last layer of clothing fell away. "I'm very pleased that you found your way here. And also grateful." 

"O-oh… You're welcome?" Emma didn't know what to say. She'd never accepted an offer to mate with a dragon before. Her gaze wandered over his bare skin, respectfully. For all intents and purposes, he looked human. In every way. Heat pooled between her legs, radiating through her whole body. 

"That didn't take long," Draken remarked, taking her hand and pulling her close, inhaling deeply. "Your scent… your readiness for me, I can smell it." 

He led her to his bedding, helping her crawl up into the soft straw. No sooner than her hands and knees sunk down onto it, he was behind her, caging her smaller body with his. He'd moved so fast— her breath hitched. Evidently, dragons didn't have any concept of lead-up or foreplay.

Pausing only to align himself, he mounted her. Both of them moaned at the pleasurable sensation. He held himself inside her for only a moment before he began thrusting. Moans, whimpers, growls, and the sounds of mating echoed off the cavern walls.

"By the gods, this feels incredible," Draken remarked in a voice roughened with pleasure. "I don't want it to end!" 

"Me either!" Emma's eyelids fluttered and she moaned in harmony with his powerful thrusts. But alas, all good things must end at some time. She cried out as she plunged into orgasmic ecstasy, her hands tightly grasping the bedding beneath her. 

Draken let out a deafening roar that was most certainly not human in its origin. He held her in place as he spilled himself, filling her full. 

They collapsed together on the straw, sweaty and gasping for breath, basking in the afterglow. 

"We must do this again," Draken said, his chest still heaving from exertion. "As many times as it takes. And maybe more." 

Emma agreed wholeheartedly. "As many times and as often as we like," she added, smiling up at him. 

He pressed his forehead to hers in a gentle display of affection. "Yes, Lady Emma. My mate. As many times as we like." 

And they lived happily ever after.

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Cupping your face tenderly in his hands, Kakuchō's thumbs brushed gently over your cheeks, soothing the flush of exertion. "My sweetest, that was... something else. You bring me to heights I didn't even know were possible." 

His low voice held an undercurrent of awe, his eyes burned into yours with an intensity that kept you breathless. "I hope you know how much it means to me."

"It means a lot to me too," you replied, offering a soft smile up at him. "More than you know." 

The trust between you, the love you have for each other, and the vulnerability of it all… It isn't just sex, it's truly making love. And it's something neither of you take for granted. Not in his world.

Your finger traced over the hanafuda card inked on his chest. Your time together wasn't guaranteed. Separation was a distinct possibility that could happen any day, whether through incarceration or something far worse and permanent. The thought made you shiver.

Kakuchō placed his hand over yours on his chest. "That symbol is tattooed on my skin, but it's your name carved into my heart and soul," he said, resting his forehead against yours. He knew what you were thinking because it weighed on his mind as well. "I love you more than anything." 

He kissed you softly, brushing a sweat-dampened lock of hair from your face. "Let me take care of you. I'll be right back." 

As soon as he rolled out of the bed, his warmth was already fading— a warmth you never wanted to be without. You listened to the sound of water running in the bathroom before he returned with a hot, damp bath cloth. You let him wash the sweat from your face and clean up the mess between your legs with a gentle touch. 

"There…" he whispered. "Is that better?" 

You nodded, smiling. "Much better. Thank you, love." 

He leaned in for a sweet, tender kiss. "Would you like to cook something together or order takeout?" 

"Let's make something. Together," you answered. Takeout would certainly be the easier option. But life is about creating special moments, no matter how small or simple they may be. And in a world where violence lurks just around the corner, those little peaceful moments are all the more treasured.