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welcome! here at rent-a-boyfriend, we understand that everyone has unique needs and desires, which is why we signed up a roster of men to fit your preferences! whether you want to piss off your ex or need a date on that company event, our team of charming boyfriends are waiting for you!

♱ ft. chifuyu, baji, ran, rindou, hanma, shinichiro, wakasa

♱ content: fake dating, fluff, humor, romance. [ wakasa's: suggestive ].

♱ a/n: a lil warmup for everyone whom I wish I've written more of! a little idea I got while working on commissions so I'm indulging in it.

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Chifuyu Matsuno | 26 | PET SHOP OWNER | 5’6 | LOYAL

Jokingly entering a lottery for a luxury couple’s cruise, you were surprised to receive a notification saying that you were the lucky winner! You now have to find a “spouse” for the trip. You’ve considered your friends, but all of them probably have commitments already. And then on the day of the cruise, Chifuyu greets you with flowers. He was so much cuter and in front of you. You settled into your luxurious cabin and began the journey.

On your first night, you tried the fancy dinner aboard the ship, shared your favorite dishes and chatted about your childhood memories associated with food. It struck you when he mentioned he was formerly a gang member, as he certainly did not look like one. you also bonded over your shared love of animals and memories of having owned pets as children, while Chifuyu told you all about the interesting things about these pets.

You also enjoyed a masquerade ball; Chifuyu was not the best dancer but he was so gentle with his movements. He was nervous at first, unsure how to navigate the party, but with your guidance and reassuring touch, he gradually relaxed and even started to enjoy the activity. You took the lead, taking him to the rhythm. With your hands on his shoulders and movements in synchrony with his, you glided across the dance floor, lost in the music and in each other's company just like dinner. Chifuyu was impressed by your confidence and grace on the dance floor. He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for that.

After a long day of exploring the ports and enjoying the activities on the cruise, you decided to unwind at the couple's spa. On the way there, the two of you even came up with a fake love story in case the masseuse asks— you were high school sweethearts. Inside the spa, you settled into adjacent massage tables, holding hands and enjoying the deep tissue massages that the spa offered. The oil worked its magic onto your bodies, and you turned to Chifuyu, who seemed to be holding his laughter from being ticklish. You smiled at him and chuckled as you made eye contact, letting him know that you didn’t mind. You couldn't help but notice Chifuyu's toned body. His toned back and arms were on full display, you felt yourself being attracted to him in a way you hadn't been before.

As the week went on, you and Chifuyu continued to learn more about each other while also participating in the cruise activities, all while pretending to be a couple. By the end of the cruise, Chifuyu couldn't deny the connection he felt with you, and he was surprised by the depth of his feelings for someone he had only just met. It was then that he realized that despite being the one who was rented for the vacation, it was he who truly rented your heart. So when you visited his pet shop, he couldn't deny the connection you had and was happy to see you again. It’s against the rules of the rent-a-boyfriend services, but he does not need that anymore and so do you.

Baji Keisuke | 26 | VET | 5’9 | TSUN-TSUN

As you prepared for your family's Christmas trip, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. Your relatives were constantly badgering you about finding a partner, and the pressure to conform to their expectations was starting to wear you down. That's why when you heard about a service that could provide you with a pretend boyfriend, you saw it as the perfect opportunity to get your family off your back and enjoy the trip without the constant constant nagging.

When you met Baji, you were surprised at how charming and easygoing he actually was. He was exactly the kind of guy your family would approve of, and he was happy to play the role of your boyfriend. Both you and your family were struck by how handsome and charming he was. His tall, lean figure and stunning eyes made him look like a model, but his warm smile and how gentle he was with your family made him seem accessible and likable.

You found yourself growing nervous as the time went on, but Baji was quick to pick up on your discomfort and put you at ease. He asked questions about your family and interests, and he made you a drink before settling into your room for the night. Baji then joked and laughed about things your parents have told earlier, making sure to give you a sense of ease and comfort with him. After all, you will be going on a trip together. You knew that you were both putting on an act, but you couldn't deny his potential of being an actual partner.

So the trip began, Baji proved to be a great choice. He was friendly and outgoing, easily striking up conversations with your relatives. He quickly became a favorite especially to the children in your family, who were drawn to his playful nature and witty banter. He spent time playing with them, telling jokes and stories, and generally being a fun and engaging presence. He was so good at interacting with the children that they started calling him "big bro Baji". He simply made a positive impression on everyone. He even went out of his way to compliment the cooking and offer to help with luggages, and making sure that everyone was taken care of, especially you, even if it meant putting himself in second place.

On the last day of the trip, you find yourself wondering how he was so good at handling family members, and he was more than happy to explain that he had a close relationship with his own mother growing up. He also said that in his career, he had come to see his animal patients as members of his own family. He described how he would take the time to get to know each animal individually, talking to them in the veterinary clinic and taking them out to play and explore. He told you that he believed that the key to understanding and connecting with other beings was to see them as unique individuals, just like people.

You did miss Baji after the trip. He had made such an impact on your family members, especially the children, that he was brought up in conversations even after he was gone. Your parents asked about him, and his absence was noted by the young ones who had grown so fond of him. You found yourself thinking about him often and wondering what he was up to. The trip had been such a special experience for you, and you felt grateful for the time you had shared together. Even though your relationship had been temporary and arranged, you found yourself wishing that you could see him again and continue your connection. So when you called him up for a “rental” again, it was to your surprise when Baji answered with “Don’t worry, this one’s on me.”

Hanma Shuji | 28 | PHOTOGRAPHER | 6'4 | DAREDEVIL

You have been struggling to keep your ex-boyfriend at bay. Despite repeatedly asking him to leave you alone, he would still find a way to contact you, whether through social media or by showing up at your workplace or at your apartment. You were worried about the situation and wanted it to stop, so you decided to hire a pretend boyfriend to make your ex-boyfriend back off. You chose Shuji Hanma, a 28-year-old photographer with a charismatic and handsome look. He also had a rebellious streak that made him perfect to play the role.

Hanma's stylish motorcycle added to the spectacle of his arrival at your apartment. As you rode away, you noticed that your neighbors were staring, probably wondering who the mysterious man on the motorcycle was. It was the same case when you arrived at your workplace, your colleagues were equally curious about the identity of the mystery man who waited for you at the lobby.

Hanma was engrossed in his work in the lobby, concentrating on editing his photos on the computer screen. He noticed the faint sound of footsteps approaching. The sound grew closer, and Hanma looked up to see your ex-boyfriend walking towards the seats. Hanma was not impressed, and he almost immediately approached him. “Hello, I'm Shuji Hanma. You are…?”

“Uhm, Touri—desu.” He was confused, but shook Hanma’s hand anyway, which he regretted… Hanma’s grip was undeniably strong, which turned his skin to crimson. “You new here, huh?” Hanma tried to remain cool. “Eh, not exactly.” The guy shrugged, and Hanma scoffed and took his belongings. “Well, I'll be on my way.” He headed to the receptionist and spoke loud enough, “Good afternoon, can you please deliver a message to my girlfriend, Miss [ L / N ]? I have our lunch~” This was enough to grab your ex’s attention, and he was visibly confused and angered.

Hanma immediately escorted you off the elevator when you arrived, letting you know of your ex’s presence as he protectively put an arm around you. Which seemed to work, because he was only angrily standing there with a piercing glare. Hanma was inarguably intimidating with his fierce eyes and tall height. As you sat together for lunch, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. You knew that your ex-boyfriend was watching from a distance, witnessing you having a wonderful time with another man. Hanma also appeared to be enjoying the situation, and he kept up his loving and affectionate demeanor throughout the meal, like Hanma taking your hand and kissing it, feeding you, and simply looking like a real couple. When in reality, you were also talking about your day so far and telling each other about the usual get-to-know topics.

After you walked out the restaurant together, your ex stepped forward and started yelling about how you could move on and replace him. “And with this twig?! Come on [ Y / N ], is this the best you got?” He chuckled and attempted to reach your arm. As he continued his tirade, Hanma lost his patience and punched him in the face. You were shocked at your pretend-boyfriend's sudden burst of violence, but you had to admit that it was somewhat satisfying to see your ex take a hit. Hanma quickly pulled you away from the scene and kicked your ex’s stomach. “Who’s the twig now? If I see your face again, I'm going to break every bone in your body.” He spat and then led you back to your apartment.

Once you were inside, Hanma apologized for his behavior and assured you that he only wanted to protect you. Still a bit shaken, you knew that Hanma had been there for you, and he did his role perfectly. You forgave him for resorting to violence and appreciated how devoted he had been to you with a generous tip, to which he answered, “I’m not leaving without making sure that guy never comes back.” You were taken aback when he took a seat on the couch by your front door. “And don't worry about the rent thing ♡” He winked. You were pretty sure he just enjoyed beating your ex, but you got yourself a pretty damn good fake boyfriend/guard dog.

Rindou Haitani | 30 | CLUB OWNER | 5’8 | GENTLEMAN, BUT A LITTLE NAUGHTY

You were feeling a bit down about attending the wedding of a college friend without a plus one. Your friends were all in loving relationships, and you were tired of being the odd one out. Rindou was intrigued by the request and quickly agreed. He looked forward to the opportunity to spend the evening with you and to help you feel less awkward.

Rindou was a stickler for presentation, so he took it upon himself to choose an outfit that would make you feel confident and comfortable. He asked you about the theme of the event, the colors of the invitations, and any personal style preferences you had. Using this information, he was able to find a perfect ensemble for the evening.

When you arrived at the venue, you felt a new sense of confidence. The dress that Rindou got tailored was a perfect fit, and the shoes made you feel taller and more sophisticated. You knew that you looked good, and that made you feel even more comfortable mingling with the other guests. Rindou had been right, the outfit had boosted your confidence, and it showed while he was happily your arm candy. As you continued to make your way toward the main event, Rindou couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity with the place. He quickly realized that he was one of the co-owners of the venue, and had completely forgotten to mention it to you. He felt a bit sheepish about the oversight and did not make a big deal out of it.

However, it did come back to bite him in the ass later on. “Mr. Haitani?” The groom took notice of his presence when the couple visited your table. “Pleasure to meet you, I did not see you on the guest list. What a surprise!” They shook hands. “My girlfriend is here with me.” He smiled and held you closely. “You didn’t tell us that your boyfriend owned the venue, [ Y / N ]-chan!” WHen the bride said that, it seemed that the other guests on the table now seemed more interested in you. “How did you meet?” “Is there a ring yet?” It was a bit of a shockwave to you and your friends. Suddenly it seemed as though they were all more interested in you than they were before, and you felt a tinge of discomfort, which Rindou easily picked up on.

“Oh, shut up…you won’t even talk to her two minutes ago…” Rindou scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Wanna ditch?” You were touched by his offer, and gladly accepted. You needed a break from the endless talk about your friends' relationships, and it was nice to have a place to escape to for a little while. Rindou took you to the bar of his brother’s hotel nearby, where you were able to enjoy your own night just by yourselves without having to impress people who you barely know anymore. “Sorry for not telling you sooner, it was exactly what I was trying to avoid…” Rindou knew his way around a bar, and you found yourself in the perfect spot with him at your side. He explained the menu items and suggested a few different drinks that he thought you might enjoy, making sure to cater to your tastes. You felt grateful for his attention, and you appreciated how much effort he was putting into the conversation.

As you sat at the bar, you found yourself opening up more than you ever thought you would. You talked about your job,hobbies, and even a little bit about your past relationships. Rindou was a great listener, and he made you feel comfortable enough to share details that you had never told anyone before. You loved the fact that even though he was a complete stranger, he was genuinely interested in your life and experiences. While he also had a fair share of stories, especially the reason behind joining the rental services despite being a wealthy businessman… Rich people get bored sometimes too, you know…

You felt like you had known Rindou for much longer than just one evening. You couldn't believe how quickly the time had passed, and you found herself wishing that the night could go on forever. As they closed down the bar and left the reception, Rindou walked you to the suite he offered, and you found yourself wishing that you had the courage to ask him if he would like to see eachother again…

Ran Haitani | 31 | CLUB OWNER | 6'0 | BOLD

You have been using your “fiance” as an excuse to get out of uncomfortable situations or company gatherings, but now you are facing a dilemma. Your boss was hosting a company outing, and you knew that you couldn't use the same excuse again because he personally invited “your fiance”.

Thinking quickly, you reached out to Ran and asked him to play the part of your fiance for the whole trip. You were relieved when he agreed, knowing that he was the perfect person to accompany you to the event. Ran was charming, charismatic and extremely meticulous so you knew he would be able to sell the "fiance" ruse perfectly.

Ran likes to live life to the fullest, and he's not afraid to splash out on extravagant things. He's handsome, wealthy, and he has a way with the ladies. “You wanna make this more believable? I’ll take you on a date before our flight ♡” He took you to the finest restaurants and their club, and he insisted on paying for everything. He bought you clothes to bring to the trip, and you took a lot of photos together to show around. And he of course did not forget the fiance scheme and took you to Cartier for ring shopping. You were surprised by Ran's opulent lifestyle, but you were also drawn to his confidence and charm. He's not afraid to take risks or to try new things, and you feel like you can learn a lot from him.

On the day of the flight, you pulled up at the airport in his luxury sedan, dressed to the nines that truly made you look like the real deal. Ran was a smooth talker and a natural flirt, and he made you feel like the most important person in the world. And being the actor that he is, Ran smoothly introduced himself to your boss and colleagues. But you only gave them a glimpse of your ruse, because Ran had bumped your seats to first class where you praised each other for your acting.

During the trip, you were treated like a queen by Ran. He was always making sure your needs were met and that you were comfortable. He would hold your hand in public, carry your things, and go out of his way to make sure you were comfortable and well-cared for. You liked the way he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, and the way he looked at you with a sparkle in his eye. You were constantly getting compliments on your clothing, accessories, and your perfect “fiance.” You knew it was all just an act, but you couldn't help but enjoy every minute of it. Ran was way too good.

One night, you and Ran spent the evening soaking in the bathtub on your hotel balcony, surrounded by the sounds of the sea and the stars sparkling above you. He uncorked a bottle of the finest champagne, enjoying the bubbly beverage as you talked about your actual lives. You took the opportunity to let loose and talk trash about your co-workers. Ran laughed and poked fun at their annoying habits and quirks as well, bonding over your shared experiences. Ran was a natural storyteller, sharing stories from his past and his dreams for the future.; while You were fascinated by his adventures and insights. In turn, you talked about your own hopes and dreams. Ran listened intently, offering advice and support where needed. The conversation flowed effortlessly, with no awkward silences or forced conversation.

Ran was a true professional, and he played his role as your fiance flawlessly throughout the trip. He remained attentive and gave you affection in front of everyone. You were impressed by his commitment to the bit and his ability to seamlessly slip into character and couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for him. He made you feel like you were the most important person in the world, and you were touched by his thoughtfulness and attention to detail.

You were seriously moved by Ran's dedication to the role, even as you said goodbye. He had played the part with such natural grace and ease that she had almost forgotten that it was all an act. You were grateful for his commitment to the bit and his attention to detail, and you enjoyed the fact that you had someone during the trip. “Come on, I can’t keep these.” With his gifts in your hands, you insisted. Of course, you could… But you thought it was polite to offer. Ran’s answer intrigued you, though… “Of course you can…” He chuckled and opened the door of your home. “We still have that wedding, right?” He winked and kissed your forehead before seeing his way out.

Shinichiro Sano | 36 | BIKE SHOP OWNER | 6'0 | CHIVALROUS

You had grown tired of your friends' incessant efforts to set you up on blind dates, with stupid college boys to make matters worse. You appreciated their well-meaning efforts, but you simply weren't interested in pursuing romantic relationships. And so you decided to seek the assistance of Shinichiro, hoping that his chivalrous disposition would be enough to convince your friends to lay off.

You decided that for the cover to be believable, you would need to go on a date with Shinichiro before hard-launching him to your friends. You also made sure that he was comfortable with playing the role and that you had a good rapport, but you had no idea what to do for your very real fake date. However, Shinichiro took the matter in his own hands and insisted you did not have to move a single joint.

You and Shinichiro arrived at the cafe of the main deck in Tokyo Tower, which offered breathtaking views of the city's skyline. You were seated at a corner table, giving a clear view of the vast expanse of lights and skyscrapers. It was a dreamy and romantic setting, enhanced by delicate table settings and soft music playing in the background.

Shinichiro treated you to a multi-course meal, where you savored a selection of traditional Japanese food. They were exquisite and perfectly prepared, and you couldn't help but be impressed by Shinichiro's good taste. You talked about everything and anything, from your childhood memories to your ongoing endeavors. Shinichiro was a good listener and made sure to ask thoughtful questions, ensuring that the conversation flowed smoothly. You were honestly impressed by his openness and genuine interest in you, and you found yourself sharing things that she had never shared with anyone else before. The conversation was so engrossing that you lost track of time, and it felt as though you had been talking for hours.

However, the motorcycle race of his little brother's team, "Top of Manji," was an exhilarating experience. You marveled at the skill and precision of the racers as they raced around the track at high speeds. Shinichiro's passion for mechanics was palpable, and he explained the intricacies of the race in detail. You were moved by his enthusiasm and felt grateful to have had the opportunity to share in such a unique experience, and it was genuinely warm to listen to Shinichiro talk about something he really loved.

And so the day arrived and you invited your friends for dinner at a restaurant you and Shinichiro had found, a Japanese izakaya that you thought they would enjoy. You had made a reservation for a medium table in the middle of the restaurant, where you would be surrounded by the lively atmosphere. After greetings and pleasantries, you finally introduced your friends to Shinichiro, revealing that he was your new boyfriend. They were all visibly surprised by the revelation, but Shinichiro turned on his charm, making small talk and engaging in witty banter with your friends. He was so natural at it, making everyone feel comfortable and included. You couldn't help but smile, feeling grateful for his presence and for the support he had shown you thus far.

Shinichiro was very affectionate towards you, making sure to pay attention to your needs and feelings. He cut your food, poured your drinks, and wiped the side of your lips. And as the evening wore on and the temperature dropped, he took off his jacket and casually offered it to you. It was relieving to see that your friends were starting to warm up to Shinichiro. They were impressed by his chivalry, intelligence, and sense of humor.

As the evening went on, she and Shinichiro grew more comfortable with each other, exchanging smiles and sharing inside jokes. Although your friends were initially skeptical about Shinichiro at first, however, as they spent more time with him, they began to see what she saw in him. They noticed his chivalrous nature and how he treated you with “love and respect”. They were impressed by his ability to hold a conversation and how engaging he was. They praised you for finding a good boyfriend and expressed their support for your relationship. This made you feel touched and felt grateful for their encouragement.

Shinchiro was an older man, but he carried himself with a youthful energy that was contagious. He had a kind heart and a charismatic smile, making it easy for you to feel at ease with him. He was a gentleman, always using polite language and good manners, but he also had a bit of mischief in him. He loved to make jokes and banter with you, and he always had a twinkle in his eye that made you smile. The dinner was a hit, and you were thrilled to see your friends enjoying themselves so much.

Maybe it was the fact that Shinichiro was older than the guys you previously dated and even older than yourself, but you actually enjoyed the extra attention and care that Shinichiro gave, as compared to your previous dates. You found yourself beginning to fantasize about having a real boyfriend like him, who would pamper and take care of you in the same way. It was a nice feeling to have someone who seemed to genuinely care about you, and you were grateful for the experience of dating him, even if it was just a temporary arrangement. Or will he allow it to remain that way?

Wakasa Imaushi | 36 | GYM OWNER | 5'3 | NONCHALANT

Wakasa Imaushi was the perfect person for your plan to win back your ex. He was charming, confident, and seemed to know how to treat a woman. Your plan was to make your ex jealous by spending time with Wakasa and having you paint a picture of a perfect couple.

He was impressed with your predictions on the whereabouts of your exes, and he was always ready to hop on your antics. Wakasa was a natural at billiards, while you considered yourself to be a bit of a novice. Despite this, he was patient with you and taught you the basics, guiding you through each shot. As you played, you stood closely together, with his hand on your back as he showed you how to grip the cue. As you finished up your game, you noticed your ex watching you from across the room, clearly jealous of the attention Wakasa was giving you. This only seemed to fuel Wakasa's desire to treat you like a princess, and up his game for your next “dates”.

As you waited outside your office building, you spotted Wakasa pulling up on a sports bike. It was obviously a labor of love for him, and it was clearly a statement piece— beautiful paint job, modifications, and powerful engines. He even got you your own helmet, and as you took a seat on the back of the bike, Wakasa revved the engine and took off down the road. You couldn't help but notice the looks of envy and jealousy from your ex-partner. You had always admired his bike, which was pretty decent, but Wakasa's was on another level. It was entirely his idea, knowing that it would take a hit on your ex’s ego. Which was right— he couldn't help but feel jealous of Wakasa and his newfound ability to make you happy and sent you a pretty petty text later on that day.

You eagerly showed Wakasa the text from your ex, and his reaction was everything you had hoped for. His expression turned into a proud smirk, and he leaned in closer to you as he read the text. You felt a sense of joy knowing that she had the upper hand in the situation and that your ex was feeling a sense of jealousy. No one could even see the two of you right now, but you were hanging out together in his gym, seemingly having a blast together. As part of your workout routine, Wakasa finds himself beginning to focus on helping you train, providing guidance and assistance as you lift weights. He was attentive and supportive, helping you with your form and demonstrating proper technique. Wakasa found himself enjoying the process and the feeling of coaching someone. You appreciated his guidance and support, and she felt a sense of satisfaction as you lifted heavier weights than you've ever had before…

“Don't fall in love with me, [ Y / N ]...” He made eye contact with you through the mirror as he held your waist. “Shut up.”

One particular day when you got off early at work, you and Wakasa found yourselves on a night out at his favorite drinking place, sipping drinks and enjoying each other's company. As they sat in the dimly lit bar, their conversation grew more intimate, personal, and playful, laughing and teasing each other. With the alcohol flowing, your inhibitions began to slip away, and before you knew it, you were locked in a deep, passionate kiss while you sat on his lap.

You were both surprised by the spontaneous kiss and felt your heart racing as you and Wakasa shared an intimate moment. “You’re making a mistake.” “Probably.” “Definitely…” You remained close together, not wanting to break apart just yet. The kiss was long and passionate, and it seemed to last forever. As you finally pulled away from each other, you both felt a sense of emptiness, wanting more of each other but unsure of what to do next.

As you woke up in Wakasa's place the next day, the reality of the previous night's events started to sink in. You realized that you had made a mistake in giving in to your urges, but at the same time, you couldn't help but want to continue doing it. You were hesitant at first, unsure of how to approach Wakasa about what happened, but you found herself drawn to him anyway. You knew that your relationship was still temporary and that you couldn't let your feelings get in the way of your agreement. Despite this, you found yourselves wanting to spend more time with him, both in your ruse and outside of it, all while pretending to Wakasa’s face that this still meant nothing.

It is certainly not common for a boyfriend-for-rent to give you a monthsary gift. Such gifts are typically given by a long-term romantic partner, or someone who is seeking a long-term relationship. Since the arrangement with Wakasa is meant to be temporary and was not originally intended to last longer than a few weeks or a months, it would not be expected for him to give you such a present. So you were surprised when Wakasa presented you with a small gift for your one-month anniversary. You were touched by the gesture, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt knowing that you shouldn't be developing feelings for him…

ㅤㅤthank you for renting our boyfriends! did you catch feelings? we don't care! as long as you come back to see them again ;)

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content: gn!reader. sex while on the phone. exhibitionism, humilation, petnames baby and doll. fingering + a slap on the thigh w/ shuji, unprotected sex w/ shin, kisaki and mitsu, sub!ran + cock sucking.

ft: hanma shuji, sano shinichiro, kisaki tetta, mitsuya takashi & haitani ran. — . ｡˚ ♡ he gets a business call while he's fucking you, & he accepts it.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° HANMA is seated at his desk with you on his lap — your legs hooked over his thighs, spreading them apart as he pumps his fingers in and out of your fluttering hole.

he sends the watch on his wrist a lazy glance, and brings his eyes over to watch how you're getting wetter and wetter with each move of his digits. "don't get my suit messy, alright?" he intones into your ear, voice low and suggestive, and he chuckles at the way you clench around him.

"make a mess, and i'll be even later for this meeting than i already am." sin glistens in black cursive across the back of his hand, shiny with the slick that's already leaked out of you. you're doing your best to control yourself and not cum all over his hands and spill onto his pants, but it's near impossible with how he curls his fingers into all the spots that have you going out of your mind.

his phone rings just as you let out a sweet, desperate little moan, and he clicks his tongue in annoyance as he lets go of your throat, easing you up from the way he'd been holding you pressed flush and tight to his chest. for a moment, you remain limp in his arms, before you realize what he's doing.

it hits you a second later that he's going to pick up the phone, and you immediately lift your head from where you'd thrown it against his shoulder, looking up with eyes that silently beg him, no! — but he picks the call up anyway, not even returning your gaze. "the fuck d'you want, huh?"

he continues playing with you, slipping his fingers out for a bit to wipe some of your wetness across your stomach, before he brings them up to your face and nudges them between your lips, into your mouth.

"i said i'd come in a while late," he talks to whoever's on the phone, gathering your spit onto his digits before plopping them out and taking them down to slide into you again. "tell em if they want to meet me, then they have to wait for me. i'll come when i fuckin' want."

you clamp a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle away a whimper, and when hanma notices, his brows crease together even further, and he pulls his fingers out with a wet sound before he lands a harsh slap on the inside of your thigh.

the impact makes you squeal, and your face burns, because obviously, whoever was on that phone heard both the slap and the pitchy sound you made —

"keep your hands down, doll." he says, not even moving the phone away before he says it. he squeezes the stinging flesh in his hand, fingers so wet, and chuckles for the person to hear. "tell them to wait. i'll get over there when i'm done fucking my bitch."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° SHINICHIRO chews his bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut as he thrusts into you, trying so hard to keep back the increasing amount of lewd noises he wants to make.

"y're so fuckin' tight, baby. gonna make me — hnn, gonna make me cum." the counter is slick with the sweat from your palms as you grip the glass to try and stop from slipping onto it, but every time shinichiro grabs your hips and pulls you against him to sheath his cock fully inside you, you're barely able to maintain balance.

"shin, are you sure you locked the shop up?" you gasp, staring up at the lights that he'd switched off before he pulled you behind the counter with him.

"nah," he groans, length twitching inside you as his own hips stutter against yours — clearly, he doesn't care about anything except how good you feel right now. "benkei say's he's coming over with his truck in a few. got somethin' wrong with the engine, i dunno."

the fat tip of his cock lands a kiss to your weakest spot at the same moment that you open your mouth to retort, and all that comes out from between your lips is a shaky moan — and before you can gather yourself further to ask him what the fuck, the phone sitting on the counter just by your elbow starts ringing.

"huh?" shin grunts, mouth unlatching from the side of your neck where he'd been intending to leave a mark, and your eyes widen when he reaches over, hand leaving your hip, grabbing the receiver off the stand. "shin!"

"hello?" he says roughly into the thing, adjusting the angle he's fucking into you at. the way you squelch around him has him letting out a groan. "damn, benkei, 's that you?"

"shin? are you alright?" the hesitant reply that comes from the other end reaches your ear too, with how shinichiro has his chest pressed to your back, breathing into your hair as he continues fucking you, completely unbothered.

"yeah i'm fine man, but i'm busy right now." he huffs, and lets out another uncovered grunt. "just, with my baby right now."

"you didn't." benkei's voice goes stiff across the line. "didn't what?" shin chuckles breathily, stilling his motion for a second before thrusting into you so hard the slap of skin against skin burns both into your ass and into your ears—

you bite your tongue in your effort to remain quiet, but shinichiro throws his head back and lets out a heated gasp. "show up in like, fifteen minutes, benkei! we'll finish up by then."

and of course, benkei ends the call immediately, excusing himself.

"sano shinichiro, what the fuck," you hiss, but he's grabbing you by the jaw, pulling you back against him and twisting your face towards his for a kiss, effectively shutting you up. "c'mon, we both gotta cum — before he gets here."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° KISAKI snaps his hips into yours, pace furious, as he kisses you and takes the moan that falls out of your mouth, mixing it with a groan of his own. "don't ever fucking do this again."

"why not?" you pull yourself together against the rough rhythm of his cock in and out of you, for a second enough to flash him a teasing smile. "not like you'll have a choice but to drag me here and fuck me again, if i do."

the clock on kisaki's office wall declares that it's now 20:00, the designated time for the meeting in the hall downstairs, but he's still up here, hair and clothes rustled, pants unzipped, cock angry and balls so heavy, ready to fill you up with his cum. it's unlike kisaki to ever be late—

you both know there's not much time until someone calls him up, or comes here to look for him. "i'll just bend you over right there in the meeting room — fuck some sense into you."

it's unlike kisaki to be late — in fact, he'd already been seated at the table when you'd walked in for the meeting yourself, to find the place empty spare for him.

you'd slipped into the chair next to him, pulling him first into only a brief kiss, before you'd let your hands wander too far all over him, palming at him till he'd gone hard, the fabric of his pants getting strained with the begging of his cock underneath.

there was no way he could stand up and give anyone a speech, or present something at the board like that — hence you'd had to retreat back into his office, to get rid of the problem. "in front of everyone?" you laugh at what he'd just told you. "you wouldn't."

he presses his palm against the back of your thigh and lifts your leg up, hooking it over his shoulder and making you lean further back against his desk.

the position gives him easier entrance into you, and when he snaps his hips forward next, his cock slips in all the way, hitting you hard and making you cry out into his lips, into the next kiss he traps you in. "i would, if it meant finally putting you in your place."

the phone he'd taken out of his pocket and laid on the table lights up at that moment, and starts buzzing — indicating an incoming phone call. for a second, your eyes stay locked together. then, kisaki leans past you and takes the device into his palm.

"or, maybe." he hums, sliding his thumb across the screen to pick up the call. "i'll bring everyone here, instead."

the fact that he is the boss, and therefore can arrange to have meetings anywhere he desires, hangs tensely in the air as he brings the phone to his ear, cock still sheathed in you.

"you wouldn't." you swallow thickly, body heating up even further despite yourself, when he gives you a smile before turning his eyes to a side.

"hello? yeah, hanma, pass a message to the rest of the group, will you?"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° MITSUYA grabs your ass and closes the distance between your bodies, your naked chest falling against his as he kisses at your collarbone and you curl your fingers into his hair, bouncing hazily on his cock — pushing him as quick as you can, to his high. "come on, takashi, cum for me."

he whimpers into your neck, his movements going shaky as he rolls his hips upwards in time to the way you lower yourself, feeling weak, soft and vulnerable under your determination to make him cum. "f-fuck, 'm close."

"you are?" you ask, voice taking a sing-song tone to it, and he hisses into your neck and nods, fingers digging into the soft skin of your ass. "such a good boy, takashi. make it fast. you still have work to do." he lets out another mindless groan, and you smirk when you feel his cock twitch inside you.

reaching down, you squeeze your hand between your bodies and through the gap between his legs, fingers first gently brushing against his balls, before you take them in your palm, running your thumb over his sensitive spots exactly how you know he loves it. his hips buck into yours, an automatic reaction to the feeling. "ah, shit—"

you flinch, and feel the way his body jerks, too — when the phone laying ontop of the sketchbooks on one side of mitsuya's work table starts to ring. "wh-who is that?" he stutters, whiney and irritated at the sudden interruption.

you smile at how cute he sounds, but then, he turns the chair around and glances past your bare shoulder at the phone screen, and you see the way his gaze flickers, going from something lust-filled and dizzy to something practical and dilligent within seconds — and you let out a disappointed tsk. "taka, leave it. i'm trying to help you relax here."

"can't." he shakes his head — his eyes flutter, lashes so long and pretty, lips pressed together as he tries to compose himself. "it's important." then, he grabs the phone and brings it to his ear. "uh, hello?"

you sit in his lap, mostly naked and with his cock still leaking inside you, as he blinks back the cloudy state his mind is in, staring at him as he hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you a little closer, focused on what the person at the other end is saying. "so there's a spot empty? i see. will anyone do?"

he glances at you, meeting your eyes, and when you frown at him, he smiles. "yeah, it's pretty last minute so anyone's good. i'll bring someone over. i did make that outfit specially with them in mind, so it'll work."

you would be flattered, and gush over how sweet mitsuya is, thinking about you while designing outfits for a shoot, if he wasn't literally signing you up for it at the very moment.

he hangs up, puts the phone down and settles back in the chair, putting both hands around your waist again — and he blinks innocently when you brows knit further together as you keep staring at him.

"taka . . . did you just sign me up to model for that shoot?"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° RAN glances out of the window, glad that he had them tinted when he bought the car — nobody's in sight, and it's too dark outside for anyone's attention to fall on a random car parked across the side of the road, beautifully expensive may the vehicle be—

but he's twenty minutes late already, and the agent waiting for him at the hotel two streets away might have thought he wasn't going to show up. "doll, are you done yet? i'm fucking late, you know?"

"no, 'm not done." you say, lips not leaving their place around his cock, and his hips buck involuntarily into your mouth at the thrill your murmur gives him. "i'll only be done when you cum, baby."

"i can't." he sucks in a breath, tries to push you off him, but in the position that he's currently in, he's pinned to the backseat and he can't move until you do — and there's no way for him to move you, with the back of the shotgun seat in the way. "i'll let you have my cum right after i'm done. promise, m'kay?"

"no." you hum shortly, before hollowing out your cheeks and taking his entire length into your mouth — your throat constricts around him, and he groans, hand flying to grip the headrest of the shotgun, trying to maintain composure and hold back his high. "doll, please. i can't walk in there with a leaking dick."

you pause for a second, before you pull away from his cock and look up to meet his eyes — his shoulders relax, thinking for a moment that you're finally behaving and giving in.

but then, your hand tightens around him, fist settling at his heavy base, and he has to bite his tongue to stop himself from letting out a whimper. "what—"

"want you to cum, baby." you tell him, tone even and firm, and he glances at his watch again — he's twenty three minutes late. fuck.

"mikey's gonna kill me if i miss this," he tries to reason, but you lean in and land a kiss on his blushing tip, and he tries to pretend that the heat across his face is only because of embarrassment, but the way his cock twitches at the touch of your lips says otherwise, and so does the resigned, pliant look in his eyes.

it's at the exact moment that he pulls his phone out of his pocket that it starts to vibrate, signalling a call, and he turns the screen to you with shaky fingers. "look — look, they're calling me, baby. i'm late."

"pick it up, then." you tell him. "pick it up and tell them you're busy getting your cock milked in the back of your own car."

he flings the phone into the front seat, brows knitting together with annoyance and moreso frustration, because you stick your tongue out and pretend you're about to lick him, teasing, merciless. "i need to go now, doll, dammit."

"then hurry up and cum." you coo, tracing the head of his cock with a sharp nail, and the sensation only makes the weight of his balls harder to manage, makes him want to let go of what he's trying so hard to push back.

ran tries to swallow the moan that fills his throat, he really does — but you press another kiss to his cock, lick up the bead of white that swells up, and he's throwing his head back and crying out against your teasing touch. "the faster you cum, the faster i'll let you go."