#baji thirst

[catfuyus]

Baji knows when you want a kiss just from the way you look at him.

All mystified and lips slightly parted. Gazing into his eyes and holding his stare for a second longer than you usually do.

He doesn’t play along. Never does, not when he gets to see how cute you get the longer he waits.

Longing stare turning desperate, you clutch onto his arm or wrap your arms over his shoulders. You’re needy. And he likes it. But he likes it more when you beg.

“Keii…” you whine out as you come around to sit in his lap as he takes a seat.

He keeps his expression neutral. Innocent. Cant let on how much fun he’s having toying with you.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

His hands wrap around the globes of your ass, pulling your closer to his chest from where you’re seated on his thighs.

He’s never shy about where he puts his hands. Anywhere on your body any time of the day. Not when you’re his. Not when every part of you belongs to him.

“Hmm?” He hums and tilts his head when you don’t answer. Waiting patiently to pry out the words from you.

“Need a kiss…” you whisper, pressing your forehead onto his, eyes fixed on his lips.

“Aww…” he coos with a devilish smirk, “is my baby feeling needy?”

“No,” you whine with a pout. You’re so petulant. So reluctant to voice just how you feel about him. It’s not as if you spent the whole morning with him kissing and doing so much more in his bed.

“No?” He chuckles, running his hands slowly over your thighs and around your waist. “Then I guess you don’t need a kiss then.”

“Keii,” you whine and grind your hips into his, hands splaying on his chest as you lean in closer.

He chuckles as you plant a small kiss on his neck.

“Tell me that you’re needy then. Tell me that you need me.”

You grumble in frustration as you shift on his lap, pulling back just enough to admire his face through your pout. “I need you, Kei. I need you.”

[heyimroe]

Midnight ride

Baji x reader

Content: name calling, fluff

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You and Baji are out on a midnight ride on his motorcycle. With the wind in your hair and your arms around Baji's torso. He speeds up beyond the speed limit as you grip his body to yours tighter. "Kei, too fast. We're gonna get caught!" You mumbled into his ear.

He chuckles, "Relax princess, we aren't." Going even faster this time, your miniskirt starts to ride up your thighs and reveals your underwear. Baji noticed this and stopped the motorcycle. He pulled your arms from his waist and turned to face you. "Hm? What's wrong, Kei?" you ask.

He looks away shuts his eyes, face turning red from blush. "Your skirt, princess, it's riding up your legs." he muttered. You took notice to this quickly and started adjusting it. He couldn't help but secretly stare. When you were done, he signaled or you to lean close to him.

When you leaned in super close, he kissed you deeply. You let out a gasp but slowly sunk into the kiss. Baji started to play with your fishnets, twirling it around his fingers and squeezing your thigh. Your breath hitched whenever he briskly touched your inner thigh.

When you pulled from the kiss, he tried to do it again but this time you distracted him by tracing his six-pack. "What're you doing?" he asked, you ignore him. Baji grabbed your hips firmly and made your legs sit on top of his thighs. Your underwear slightly rubbing against his sweat pants.

"What're you doing, Y/N?" he asks with a husky tone. In stead of answering, you pecked his lips. He looks at you, confused as you giggle. In return, he pecked a few spots on your face which causes both of you to giggle more. "Baji!" You laughed, resting your head on his chest.

He starts to play with your hair, stroking your head and braiding it. The laughter quickly turned into silence. You, emitting warmth from his chest and him, playing with your hair. "Kei," you whisper, "What is it, princess?" He asks. You stare at his shimmery obsidian eyes, his bores into yours.

"I love you, I love you Baji." You said. He raises his eyebrows but slowly soften that look into a smile. "I love you too, Y/N," he whispers in your ear.

EVERY LIKE AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED BY AUTHOR.

Ty.

[delirious-donna]

I get so horny to the thought of Baji biting my neck and inner thighs 💘

Oh 💘

That is a thought, he’d surely mark you up good. A necklace formed of his bite marks, licking over the teeth imprints and smirking at how fucking pretty you look. No one would dare touch you, no one would even look at you unless he was around. Such a possessive man and he has stamped his ownership all over your skin.

As for your thighs, he is a little more gentle. He bites at the plush fat but nothing more than nips that makes you squeak and wriggle around whilst he eats you out. Sucking marks into the crease of your thighs and cooing at how well you’re doing as he forces yet another release from your quivering little pussy.

[the-grimm-writer]

Imagine getting split up in a haunted house with your friends. It starts off with the typical jumpscares as the actors do their job well.

You're wondering down a smoke filled hall full of flashing led lights. Fake blood is smeared on the walls and cobwebs are on the ceiling. You're still giggling from the way your friend shrieked the moment you all stepped in.

Looking around, you shuddered a little bit as you walked past a guy in clown makeup lying on the floor with a slash across his chest, blood pouring around him. Practical effects are getting so realistic these days, you thought to yourself.

You're so distracted as cheesy horror music still plays in the background that you don't notice a tall figure standing there until you run into them.

Tilting your head back, your eyes go wide as you see a man in a mask towering over you.

"Sorry." You smiled awkwardly as you took a step back to get away, and you see he's wearing black jeans, a white wife beater splattered in red, and holding on to what (you hope) is a fake axe. He easily towers over you.

The man stays silent, making the atmosphere feel more tense. He's tall and muscular, and you can only see his eyes peaking down at you from underneath the mask. He definitely fit the role of a haunt actor.

"Wow." You laughed nervously as you stepped to the side. "You're like, really in character, huh?"

The man stays silent as he turns and watches you rush past him, and you swear you can hear him chuckle as you turn the corner.

Chills ran down your spine as you started to wander around, feeling like someone was watching you, but every time you turned around to check, nobody was there. Frustration started to build up as you hut nothing but dead ends.

Sure, it was fun at first, with the occasional jumpscare popping out at you that would make flinch, then laugh at yourself for letting it get to you. But your phone had no reception and you were losing track of time.

This was getting ridiculous, you thought to yourself as you looked around for someone to ask for help to get out of there. You hoped your friends were having a better time than you were.

Once you reached the next dead end, you nearly screamed in frustration, ready to yank your hair out until you saw the same masked man from the corner of your eye.

"Okay." You sighed as you walked over to him. "Haha, you got me. Can you please help me get out of here now?"

The man stays silent, but his eyes are trained on you as he lowers his head to look down at you.

You rolled your eyes as he stayed in character, watching the blood drip off of the axe he was casually holding onto.

It wasn't until you got closer to him that the heavy metallic scent hit you. A chill ran down your spine, true terror running through your veins as you looked down at his weapon, noticing how sharp it really was. A real weapon, not allowed in haunts like this one.

Suddenly, the fun little jumpscares weren't so fun anymore. This man wasn't a haunt actor at all.

Your face paled as you remembered the dead clown that you'd passed by earlier. The actor that would've been the one to scare you a few times before helping you reunite with your friends at the exit. But he was really dead.

And now you were stuck here with him. An actual killer.

As if reading your thoughts, he grabbed your chin and pulled you against him. You were shaking as he leaned down, lowering his head to whisper in your ear.

"Run." He growled lowly before letting go of your chin and stepping back.

You didn't have to be told twice, immediately running away from him.

Suddenly, the smoke felt too heavy, the music was too loud, the deep red led lights that filled the rooms only added to your terror, and the animatronics they had to jump out at you only made you more overwhelmed.

You were nearly ready to cry as you turned around and saw the masked man casually walking towards you in typical horror movie slasher style.

Then you heard the sound of distant laughter. It sounded like your friends chatting with each other.

A wave of hope went through you as you ran over to the wall and started banging against it, screaming at the top of your lungs.

"Help!" You yelled out as loud as you could as you slapped your hands against the walls. "Please, help! He-"

You shrieked as a hand suddenly grabbed ahold of your hair and pushed you onto the cold ground.

The masked man throws his axe to the side as he climbs on top of you, making him look into his eyes.

He laughs wickedly, pressing himself against you as he tightens his grip on your hair. You screamed and cried, trying to push him off you as you feel his hard on rub against your thigh, cock straining against his jeans.

"Scream all you want." He grinned as he pulled his mask up, feeling his breath fanning against your lips. "Everyone will think it's all part of the show."

[kisakis-boyfriend]

One of my favorite scenarios is a foursome with the Baji trio.

Just Kazutora and Chifuyu, laying back on a bed and grasping each other's hand while their doms fuck them. Maybe Reader is responsible for fucking Kazutora. Sweet little Tora, who whimpers and whines in the most adorable way—a complete slave to your cock as it reaches the deepest parts inside of him. Meanwhile, Baji is hitting Chifuyu's prostate again and again. Which makes the cheeky sub groan in frustration, since Baji is squeezing the base of his dick too, edging him but not allowing Chifuyu to cum.

Or, perhaps Reader is the one plowing Chifuyu instead. Keeping a hand on his pretty chest and occasionally playing with his nipples when Reader feels Chifuyu tighten around his dick. And over to your side, Baji is preoccupied with Kazutora; making a mess of his hole by squeezing a finger in there with his cock. While Tora is squealing and writhing around, Baji marks up his neck and shoulder with not so gentle love bites.

Pressing Kazutora and Chifuyu chest to chest and forcing them to hold hands while their asses take the pounding of a lifetime. They're panting into each other's mouths between sloppy kisses, tongues hanging out and strings of saliva still connecting their tongues together.

One night, Baji is in a bottoming mood too. So he lays down and lets Kazutora penetrate him, while Chifuyu penetrates him, while Reader penetrates Chifuyu. Baji's hair is sprawled out on the surface underneath his head, letting his body rock back and forth by the force of three people thrusting into each other over him.

Three of you picking one person to absolutely spoil for the night and turning them into a happy, blissed out, giggly bitch. One of you sucks his dick, another person tugs on his hair and kisses his neck so tenderly, and the third person eats him out or touches his body everywhere to worship him.

Maybe you're in a playful mood, and you want to make them fight for the prize of sucking your cock. Three very eager men drool all over your dick and balls, sucking on whatever they can get their mouths on and shoving each other out of the way. When someone eventually wins control and starts deepthroating you (*cough* Baji…) the other two spread your legs and take turns tonguefucking your ass. Chifuyu, oh so kindly, holds Baji's head still so that you can fuck his mouth. You reward them all by blowing your load on their faces 💛

[goldengirliez]

oml, please help me, I can't stop thinking about giving head to Manila Mikey.

Idea from this drabble! ☆

02:53 pm

We all know how Mikey is, deep inside that apathetic shell of his, his empty heart and dull eyes, he's aching uncontrollably to feel anything aside from that void that consumes his senseless.

He gets so overwhelmed that he often forgets to eat, shower, and take care of himself with basic actions.

But he has you. His beloved, his light in the darkness, his anchor during the storm that keeps him grounded.

Even on days when intrusive thoughts caress his skin alluringly, you're there to keep them away from your man, you're there and keep him alive.

Just like today.

It's a hot, clammy day: no matter how many windows you may want to open, the air won't just come in to cool down your dripping skin, the oppressive weather creeps through your lungs and violates them, taking away the oxygen you need way too soon.

You're hot, you are bored and you're tired of waiting for your boyfriend to get out of the shower so you can get it all for yourself.

Your bare feet tap softly against the floor, quickly moving towards the bathroom where you left your beloved around thirty minutes ago, ready to scold him for taking so long.

You put your hand on the golden, rusty doorknob and turn it silently. Pushing the wooden panel open with a small "creak" sound, the humidity of the post-shower air invades your senses, inserting in between the fabric of your soft garments and dampening your skin even so slightly.

Your eyes immediately fall on the figure in front of you, seated on the glossy, black stool next to the sink.

Mikey's head is dropped low, his wet liquorice hair is covering his pale, porcelain skin: his onyx eyes are slightly visible to you and they are surely lost in nothingness. He's sitting still, not moving a muscle as if he didn't even notice you enter before.

You're not going to scold that poor angel for a fucking shower: you're going to scold yourself for not taking it with him. He often gets lost in thoughts and that's not a good sign at all.

"'jiro, what's wrong?"

You carefully step closer to him, crouching down to his level and cradling his fluffy cheeks in your hands: slowly blinking his eyes, as if was slowly waking up from a peaceful dream, he looks up at you desperately.

"Please, make them shut the fuck up".

Often the best way to silence your thoughts is to focus on something louder than the voices inside your head.

That's what Mikey needs right now.

Usually, he would let you suck him off to your heart's content but that's not what he needs right now: he needs to feel loved, cared about and seen. He needs to know he's there with you and not anywhere else lost in his mind.

You can feel the hardness of the cold tiles underneath your knees as you kneel in front of him, which is in contrast with the hotness of that cute, pinkish mushroom head of his shaft and the smoothness of his skin in your palm.

Manjiro's eyes are focused on you, just like you asked him to: they are completely blown out, his angelic face has a cherry red hue on his cheeks, and his lips are slightly puffy due to his constant biting in them.

When your tongue gently wraps around the tip and sucks on it harshly, squeezing with your hand the base of his dick (just how he likes it) his onyx irises roll in the back of his skull and his hand goes straight to his mouth, muffling with a hum one of his pretty moans.

Just when you take him deeper, your ears are blessed with his unfiltered voice, a desperate call of your name: you can feel his hardness make its way down your throat gradually, and the salty taste of his pre on your taste buds makes you salivate.

Just when his cock touches the back of your throat your eyes water and not because of the burning sensation or the ache of your jaw but because of his goddamn pretty face.

Manjiro's wet liquorice hair is sticking to his damp forehead due to the water of the shower he took; onyx orbs are staring deeply into your soul, flickering up and down your face not knowing where to focus; sweat is dripping down his defined jaw and sliding on his bobbing adam apple every time he gulps; his black undershirt is sticking to his string chest; his tattooed neck is stretched to the side as he can barely keep his head up due to how good you're making him feel.

He's a masterpiece and he's all yours.

"Baby... Y-You're taking it so fucking deep– oh fuck!"

It wouldn't take long for you to bob your head according to his liking when his calloused hand touches your cheek and smoothly runs up through your hair, gripping it slightly so it won't cover your eyes.

The burn in your throat might be becoming unbearable but having your man scream your name endlessly is what keeps you up: his whole attention is on you, you're the only one he's thinking about, you're the only one he's feeling.

You can feel him throb against the walls of your mouth, his veins pulsating underneath your skilled tongue: you take him out with a slurping sound and begin to fist his cock, squeezing the tip and gripping the base, fiddling with his balls, wanting to coo at him as a last push. Your sugar-coated sweet-nothings are the most sincere as you look into his eyes with heart-shaped ones almost: good boy, I love you, baby, this is all for you.

After a dark time that day, he's finally seeing stars.

Mikey's orbs shine with the tears that roll down his burning cheeks, his voice is desperate and whiny, unable to keep up with the pace you're setting just for him.

Wet, squelching sounds that echo through his ears along with your praises are like a melody and when his hand comes on top of yours as you keep on moving it fast, you know you've done the trick.

"Ah– oh, shit! B-baby, I- I'm- I- please".

As you kiss lovingly his inner thigh which is decorated with every shade of red because of the blooming love marks you gave him, he feels a shock of electricity run down his spine.

As a blissed cry of your name booms out of his chest, his eyes scrunch shut and his head gets thrown back, you're already there to put your mouth on his throbbing tip and keep his love seed into your mouth, safe and sound.

He takes a while to calm down, but when he does he doesn't hesitate to get you on his lap and hug you close, whispering with a heavy breath how much he loves you, how grateful he is for having you by his side and an endless string of thank you.

You're both dripping in sweat, fuming due to the heated act you had so the sudden thin, delicate breeze that comes in from the bathroom door makes you sigh contently.

Manjiro's the one to speak first "I guess we need to shower again", he chuckles... His genuine laugh makes your lips curl into a fond smile as you take his hand in yours and kiss his knuckles gently.

"I'll do it with you so I'll keep the bad thoughts away this time".

He loved the sound of that.

I'm experimenting with new kinds of writing so I don't know how I feel about this drabble: it was simply living in my head rent-free–

I hope you enjoyed reading this drabble!

English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes!

Sending y'all hugs. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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[notiddygxthgf]

Hiii , I hope you're doing well~<3

This is a thirst because it's eating me up inside that I have no one to talk to about tr🥲

I was thinking about which of the guys would have their partners 😽 as their wallpaper

And I know with my heart and coochie that Hanma is on the list.

Also , Pretty thing has me on a hook🙏 Rindou Haitani supremacy 💅♥️

Much love from Puerto Rico !❤️‍🔥🇵🇷

a/n: omg thank you for all of your support lovebug! sending u even more love TO puerto rico from (and this wont surprise you) the east coast! I'm glad you love pretty thing as much as I do omg, its such a fun little story to write! definitely a much needed break after pouring my heart into party monster LMFAOAOO.

please please please send more thirsts my way!! I'm trying something new!!! I hope u enjoy it pookie bear!!!

CW!! smut under the cut

There was a reason he had a well-thought password on his phone. One might assume it was due to the nature of his job, and while that may have been partially true, it wasn't his only motivation for keeping things on lockdown. He had your coochie set as his wallpaper -- a little reminder of what he was working so hard for, of what he would be coming home soon. It never failed to ease the tension away from his tired shoulders. Even after a difficult job, even as he typed on his phone with freshly bloodied knuckles, the sight brought a smile to his face. There you were, plush thighs parted for him, garters tight over your skin, fresh hickies placed strategically over your otherwise perfectly unblemished skin. Looking as breathtaking as always.

The way your sheer pink-lace panties clung to your heat should have been considered a crime (and then, again, what was he if not a criminally indulgent man?) His mouth would water just looking at the damp fabric, soaked through with your arousal, leaving nothing to the imagination. He could almost taste you on his tongue.

Always, always, within a matter of minutes, he would find himself looking for your contact. It would ring, click, and then your voice would come through -- pretty, muffled, tantalizing.

He would grin as he uttered back to you, "Miss you, baby. Can I come by?"

And that grin on his face would only grow wider when he heard you say, "Yes, please."

HANMA, Mikey, Ran, WAKASA, Baji, Draken, Shinichiro, Taiju, INUI, Kokonoi, Mitsuya(ish), IZANA, Kakucho, Rindou.

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[kissesforsatoru]

Continuing from the independent darling ask. Imagine him teasing her when he realises that she isn't fighting him as much as usual like saying shit like "you takin a liking to me dollface [projecting bc I want baji to call me dollface] amd then her telling him to fuck off which leads into the bedroom where she's fighting back as he has her knees to her chest full nelson as he speaks absolute filth in her ears like "you like my cock in you that much, baby." And her being like "e-eat shit-!". And then as she's bouncing on his cock he can see the stomach bulge bc he's so big compared to her and him just Cumming into her. And also imagine her being so mesmerised and fucked out that she doesn't fight him as he showers her in forehead kisses and wraps her in a little fucked out burrito and teases her.

Was honest to god projecting bc I want to be darling do bad. But without the fighting ig

cw: smut

literally anyone can be swayed when they've got a big dick stuffed deep inside of them, hitting them just the right way and filling them with so so much pleasure that their mind just goes jHDSJhsah.

baji is very cocky about it too. he teases you and when you try to tell him to fuck off or to get over himself, he'll either shut you up with an overwhelming amount of pleasure or leave you hanging until you're begging for his cock back inside of you. it really just depends on what kind of mood he's in at the time. and you're right, he's absolutely filthy too. he whispers all kinds of nasty shit in your ear just because he likes the way you fold, likes the way you start to give in and moan because, shit- his words really turn you on.

he got to enjoy being buried deep inside of your warmth, pleasuring you to oblivion, and when all is said and done, you're too drunk on his cock and the pleasure it gives you that you just turn to putty. you let him do whatever the hell he wants with you without a single snarky comment or even a glare. god it is so fucking worth it for him.

[shujiforever]

I need more content! My mans ain't getting enough attention in the plot so...

Tell me your favorite Hanma headcanon.

Baji headcanons are also very welcome.

[seraphdreams]

i wanna write ran again … but baji’s birthday is like in a week

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Hi bb, just a thirst idea for you: Study fucking. Your fave has trouble being "smart" but he is a genius when it comes to pounding that ass after he gets too frustrated during a study session.

Oh, Vi, my sweet. I know you sent this a while ago. But when I read it, my heart wasn't the only thing to clench up 😈! Thank you so much for sending this to me. It was so fun to write!!

A/N ::: Nerd/Bad Boy!Keisuke Baji x F.reader, reader doesn't know he's in Toman until later (or at all, idk), he is NOT playing stupid, math is just really fucking hard!

C/W ::: Mutual pining that's super on the DL, unprotected P->V, Baji surprising us ... so nothing out of the ordinary.

WC ::: Just over 2k.

"Why though?!" Baji yelled a little louder than you thought he needed to. But it was clear he was getting more and more pissed about this. "Why the FUCK does it have to equal the fucking same area as this fucking pellaroraglam?"

You bit the insides of your cheeks and your tongue to keep from laughing at him about his pronunciation of the word 'parallelogram'. "Because that's how the Greeks intended it. Ok? Let's take a 10 minute break and come back to this again, yeah? You're not an idiot, Kei. I think you've just been staring at the book for so long that things are starting to make less and less sense. Does that make sense?" You reached over and took his glasses from his face and brushed your finger up and down the bridge of his nose. "Do you want to go for a walk or get something from the kitchen? Maybe to eat or drink? Make this 10 count because when we get back, we're hittin' it hard again, ok?"

Something about your wording made his cock twitch. But he shoved that thought down almost as quickly as it bubbled up into the forefront of his overworked brain.

"Hittin' it hard again, hah? You're mean, y/n. You're a bully. A learning bully. You're not gonna give in until I understand this shit, are ya?" He stood up from your desk and he gestured for you to follow him to your kitchen.

Your apartment was nothing special. But how you made the space your own was something that Baji always found so sweet and comforting. Of course, he'd never admit that to you. He is, after all, the first division Captain of Toman. Captains don't find things 'sweet.' They find them masculine and bloody. That's what everyone from the outside looking in thought, anyway. Though, no matter how hard he tried to ignore the pull you and your apartment had on him, he always found himself wishing he was back here, with you, in this little bubble of mild contentment you'd created.

He was relaxed when he was with you. Save for right now. But you were trying to help him study for his midterm. Any other time he's been here, he always felt safe. Maybe even small, for lack of a better descriptor, when he is anything but 'small' in any sense of the word.

"You really do have a mean streak in you, you know that?" He teased as you both walked into your kitchen. "But you're right. I need a break from that book. My eyes are crossing and it's starting to give me a headache."

"Do you want a couple of tylenol? I think I have ibuprofen, too. Anything I can do to help you with this, Keisuke. It's my job, after all. Use me however you need to to get this through that stubborn head of yours." You smiled so cute at him that he had a difficult time not telling you what he really wanted to use you for.

"Maybe I'll take you up on that. But first, can I ask you something kinda weird?" He sat down on one of the bar stools at the counter and you followed suit, sitting next to him.

"Of course! Anything, Kei." You rubbed your fingers up and down your forearm, a nervous habit. Even still, you assumed it was a question about the math you were helping him study. "What's up?"

"So, like, I know you're not into me in that way. Right? And that's fine. You've made that very clear. But, like, if you were...into me, I mean, into someone … hypothetically, I mean, what kind of person do you think you would be into? Like, are you more into the nerdy type, or the bad boy type, or, like, the artsy type?"

You didn't really understand where this was going. But you decided to humor him. "Well, I guess I've always been pretty attracted to the bad boy type. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't go for someone who was nerdy, too. It all depends on the person, you know? I have to like them first and foremost. Like, just because I see some bad boy doing bad boy stuff doesn't mean I'll fall to my knees and s-"

Baji choked on his tea, spitting it all over you in the process of trying to control the amount of liquid that was coming out of his mouth.

"Oh fuck! I'm so sorry, y/n! Gahhhd damn it. I am so sorry!" He grabbed the roll of paper towels from the counter by the sink and tore some off to frantically wipe your chest.

"K-Kei! Oh my god! Stop! It's ok! I'm at home, I can easily change my shirt. Don't worry about ... about it. You yell so much. Geez."

You hopped off of the stool and went back to your bedroom to find a shirt to change into. As you did so, Baji felt his stomach turn. He knew he shouldn't have asked you that. It was stupid and immature. But he couldn't help it. He'd had a crush on you for so long that he just needed to know if he had a chance in hell with you or not. But, as he'd guessed, you weren't interested in him that way.

He waited for you to come back to the kitchen before apologizing again. "I really am sorry, y/n. I don't know what came over me. I was just, I dunno, asking for a friend. And then you started to say that if you saw someone doing something that you’d fall to your knees and …" He waved his hand in the air as if to clear what he was going to say away before it’d even had a chance to see the light of day. “And I choked and blew my tea all over you.”

You giggled and shook your head, smiling at him. "It's ok, Kei. You're a little clumsy, but you're still really sweet. I like hanging out - I mean, you know. Helping you study. I enjoy your company, regardless of what we're doing."

"Y/n? I really wanna kih-" He blushed and looked away from you before he thought you saw his face turn a pretty shade of pink.

"You what, Kei?" You leaned around him a little to get his attention. "What do you want, Baji? You can tell me. We're friends."

FRIENDS 

"Oh, y-yeah. Of course we're ... friends. Yeah. Well, let's get back to the math, then. C'mon." His heart, smile and morale sank as he headed back to your room with you.

Meanwhile, you were left to wonder what he was going to say. What did he want to 'kih'? Kiss? Oh, no. It couldn't be that. Right? Maybe he just wanted to kick your butt for making fun of his pronunciation earlier ... even though your face was the only thing giving away the fact you were getting quite a bit of entertainment from that. He wouldn't have noticed that. Right?

You followed him back to your bedroom and decided to keep quiet about the whole thing. You couldn't imagine that he would want to kiss you. You were just his tutor. And he was so cool. He had cool friends, girls practically fell at his feet when he walked by them. He couldn't possibly have feelings for you, right?

Oh, but he did. He really did. He was mad for you. He wanted nothing more than to pull you into his lap and kiss you senseless. But that couldn't happen. He couldn't ruin the time you spent together. It was precious to him, even though he knew you saw it as nothing more than a job.

The next hour of your time together was spent studying right from the book. There was no talking, no joking, just Baji finally getting to work. It was a welcome change for you. It meant you could focus on your task at hand and not worry about him trying to distract you with his unfinished sentences.

He was still so frustrated. But he was starting to make progress. He was starting to understand what you were trying to teach him. He just wished he could show you how he felt.

As you helped him work through the last of the 4 problems he had to do, he tried to come up with a way to say it. To tell you how he really felt. He was never good at words. Action was his strength. "I'm not sure about par-parallelograms? Is that how you say it? I'm so fucking sick of that long ass word. It's so stupid. Why couldn't they just say a special type of quadrilateral that has both pairs of opposite sides parallel and equal. That word is like 73 letters long. I hate it. It's so fucking annoying, y/n. Jesus."

You clapped and jumped a little where you stood, your tits bounced and his eyes went right to them. "Yes! Yes, Kei! Good! Good job!" You jumped into his arms and hugged him so tightly, burying your face in his neck, (accidentally) inhaling his scent. "I knew you could ..." you pulled your face back from him and looked into his brown eyes. "I knew you could do it ... Keisuke. Mmm ... Kei-suk-e. You ..." you breathed the words out heavily and found yourself staring at his full lips. That sly smile, his sharp teeth. Pain never looked so appealing. 

Your heart stopped in your chest when he threw the math book across the room and it slammed into your wall with a loud thud. Before you had time to process what was happening, his hands were in your hair and his lips were on yours.

You'd been so stupid for someone who taught other people things. So stupid to not see how he felt. And now, here he was, kissing you like he needed you to breathe. You reached up and pulled his long black hair back from his face and returned the kiss with just as much intensity.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything, y/n. I didn't think you'd want me that way. I'm just a dumbass with no future. You're so smart and pretty and funny and ... and I just can't believe you're actually kissing me back right now."

You shook your head and smiled. "I'm sorry! I didn't realize what was happening, Kei. You're not as good at hiding your feelings as you think. You should have just said something, though. This whole time we've been studying everything together, we could have been ..."

"... fucking like rabbits?" He laughed, but his eyes were serious.

You reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. "You know, it's not nice to talk to your tutor like that. But Baji, you've made a lot of progress tonight. I think you deserve a reward."

He picked you up and laid you down on your bed. "Oh yeah? And what kind of reward do you think I deserve, y/n?"

You reached over to your bedside table and turned on your neon pink LED lights. "The best kind, Kei. You've earned it."

"Fuck, y/n. You are so hot. I can't wait to fuck you so hard you forget everything you've ever taught me. We’ll have to have some more lessons. Is that ok with you?"

You nodded as you pulled your shirt up and over your head. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. We can even work on your pronunciation. You're a bit of a mess with your consonants."

He kissed you again and smiled. "Y/n, oh my god, shut up ... you're the worst." He pulled his pants down and straddled you, his cock rock hard and ready for you. "But you're also the best. I can't wait to make you mine."

"Kei, you're already mine." You reached up and cupped his cheek, pulling him in for another kiss. "Now ... teach me something.” 

@darkstarlight82 @katshimizuu @kazutora-kurokawa @southside-otaku @arlerts-angel

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Trying to read a textbook but I'm over here thirsting over touch starved!boyfriend!Kazutora 😭

Imagine just laying in bed cuddled up with Tora watching a movie or tv show and tracing over his tattoo, feeling him tense up under your touch.

Imagine sliding your hand from his neck down his torso and stopping at the waistband of his sweatpants, hearing his heart speed up and his breathing get heavy.

Imagine sliding your hand in his sweatpants and jerking him off, his soft moans drowning out whatever you were watching.

Imagine him gripping your hand, guiding it up and down, teaching you how he wants to be touched 🫠

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I'm done y'all... I've officially lost my mind over this man (btw Bonten!Baji x Concubine!Reader headcanons soon lol 🩷)

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[heyimroe]

Not Today

Baji x reader

Content: name calling, fluff

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Baji sat on the bed whilst you slept so soundly. The cool breeze of the wind made you shiver and curled into a ball. "Hmm," he groaned, your so cute it aches his heart. He sighs while getting back to bed. Trying to take the blanket from you.

You grip onto the blanket, "Kei, I'm cold. Please," you whimper. He smirks, "Oh yeah?" wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. You gasp, feeling the sudden heat. "Baji, what are you doing?" You whined, squirming under his touch while he calmed you down.

"Now, now princess," he whispered in your ear, his voice low and husky. You stop moving and felt a little bulge between your ass. It was getting wet and harder. "B-baji," you whimper while trying to escape his grip. "What is it princess?"

"Not today, not today Kei," you whimper. His eyebrow raises, "Not in the mood, princess?" He whispered, disappointment in his eyes. You turn to face him and shook your head. Baji then bite your neck with his fangs. "A-ah," you moaned softly.

He smirked while pulling you super close. "You need something?" he joked, "K-kei, no." You whimpered, "I'll give it to you tomorrow, not today baby, a-ah!" He stopped and turned around for his back to face you. "Baby, don't be like this." Tugging his sleeve.

"Just joking, princess," he teased and pecked your lips. He tucked his head into your neck while massaging your breast. Your breath hitched and gripped his wrist though you knew it wouldn't do anything. "Baby, pl-please.. ah! " you pleaded.

He chuckled against your skin, "try to relax, princess." You try to fall asleep but he started to kiss your neck. "Please, Kei. Stop, please," you whimpered. "Fine, you'll pay for it later, g'night." He whispered, cupping your breasts with his hands.

"Good night, kei."

[cu7ie]

hiiiiii ☺️ if u r still accepting thirsts, what kinks do u think toman have? u can pick whoever u like!

content: discussion of various kinks. consensual involvement of all parties implied. masochistic reader: nahoya, baji, mitsuya, draken. public sex: mitsuya. very (extremely) brief mention of cannibalism: baji , takemitchi x hana x reader in takemitchy's part. assplay - takemitchi. penis headcanon - takemitchi

MINORS DON'T INTERACT.

an: i got this fucking eons ago. it is finally answered this fine day. (with the help of @bimbohub - much love <3) some of these are unorthodox. argue in the comments or my inbox <3.

chifuyu likes —

bottoming. a firm hand and a strong direction to provide him that foundation - stability to do what needs to get done instead of trying to figure it all on his own.

roleplay. he favors pet/master play, but doesn't mind schoolkid/teacher, or boss/worker - just prefers being the one on the leash, the one being reprimanded, the one being punished ... doesn't mind a role reversal from time to time!

cucking. would let baji fuck his partner. hell, if the whole of toman wanted to fuck, his baby would just have to say the word, and he'd open the floodgates. for chifuyu it doesn't spawn shame within him, and he doesn't harbor ill will towards friends who choose to indulge in you - there's no shame in them liking you when he loves you so much. it's only natural.

bondage. not any more skilled in rope tying than your average delinquent, but there's something so gratifying about rubbed raw wrists - the imprint the binding leaves behind feels like an unspoken badge of honor. that n' the soreness in his hips, because he never lets you take it easy on him.

kazutora likes —

feet. would beat up a schmuck and steal his money just so he can pay for your pedicure. has to beg you to play a little 'footsie' (cute, right?) because you hate the sticky, gross feeling of his cum between your toes, but he's pleading, bargaining with you even. says he'll clean up his own mess and everything.

and gosh. how could you even turn down such a sight?

quickies. i feel like tora cums fast anyway, but there is certain energy contained within that bit of sex, the hurriedness of it all, the mess he leaves pooling in your panties for you to clean (or cope, if you two are in public.) and it's versatile. you could use your hand, mouth, thighs, hole. he's not at all picky.

voyuerism. tora has a little eye that likes to spy. it supersedes any love for exhibitionism or public sex - it's so much more intimate than that. getting to see you undress. touching yourself with such little shame, when you're so shy up close. he has endless moments and memories captured in his mind. some in your bed, some in your shower - his bed. in the living room that one time! enough jerk off material for a millenium.

nahoya likes —

oral. specifcally, your mouth. loves getting his dick sucked because he's impatient and it allows him a delicious amount of control. he can get you to bob up and down with a hand on the back on your head - choke you with the thickness of his cock, the head of it brushing up against your uvula. he's not even worried when you gag. hit his thighs all you like, but you're getting nowhere fast being bratty.

hair-pulling. pulling your hair. he's a little attack dog and will get a little too rough - but one hand in your hair gives him something to focus on- an anchor deeper into you. firm grip, subtle tension. just enough to make you neck curve and your moans just a little more work. likes his hair grabbed too, but gives you specific instructions, grab it a little tight at the root. tug gently. it's fun when you're riding him, such a determined look on your face trying to remember what he said when he's fucking the thoughts out of you.

spitting. sometimes in your mouth, sometimes just on you. it's a part of degradation he holds to a higher esteem than all the others. he does it with precision and intent - a firm slap on your ass and a bit of wetness on your back. sometimes he makes you lean your head back when he's fucking you so hard your hips are on lift-off, and he spits on your tongue; pulling you up to kiss him after.

"that's liquid gold. don't waste it."

baji likes —

biting. rabidness and feralness is all baji knows. even when he's not fucking, he says he bites the things he likes and the more he talks about how he wants to mark you everywhere, his oral fixation nearly ebbs into cannibalistic ideation. sometimes it's a little nibble, doesn't even leave a mark. other times it's a violent chomp, that makes you gasp and sometimes the pain makes you let out a confused moan, flinching upright and away.

but then he's settling atop you, pulling you into his lap, bending you over the counter.

expect lots of new marks before the end of the night.

rough sex. baji will bruise hips, leave crescent shaped marks in hips, bites all over your neck, fingers gripping your hair like a leash. he fucks with a foot on your head, pins you down as he pistons his hips in and out so hard his balls sting when they clap against your skin. spurred on by your whining and moaning, he'll switch positions.

full nelson? your legs are going past your head. sometimes he'll even just wrap a snug arm around your neck while he's rolling his hips into you like a demon, fucking you so hard your insides feel throbbing and bruised.

you cum the hardest when you're at least a little lightheaded, though, so not being able to walk afterwards is kinda worth it.

slapping. will put his hands on anything. baji's law? if it can be slapped, it absolutely will. he'll slap ass, tits, cock, balls. he wants to hear it, see it flop and jiggle as you cringe away from the sudden touch, but whine for more of him anyway. he likes to see you jerk, feel the heat created by his palm as he rubs his hand over the spot.

and if he does it hard enough, you flinch from the after-sting.

draken likes —

size difference. naturally, draken is a pretty big guy. when he was younger it was easier to notice among smaller peers, but the novelty doesn't wear off as he gets older. especially when he starts dating you. his hands are so big they can wrap around both wrists, and you squirm beneath him pathetically as his shadow covers you with ease, and he's cooing almost cruelly about how big his dick is in comparison to you, contemplating how you might stretch n' squeeze sooo deliciously around him. he'll flop it against your tummy, let you feel it's red hot warmth as it throbs intimidatingly. and he cums there's not enough space to fit it all! the sheer amount always ensures your sheets are sticky after.

he also loves being able to pick on somebody his own size. his cock will punch the air out of your lungs. he's rougher because he worries less about breaking you. doesn't have to drape you over his cock and use his hands to move you because you can do the work all on your own. loves watching you fuck yourself on his dick while he all he has to do is lay back and watch you. the sweat collects on your brow as you try to maintain your pace atop him, and he's laughing in a way that makes your face hot and cheeks sting. and the moment he gets antsy from not moving, you're getting fucked on your side while he reminds you of just how well you've been taking him.

brat taming. draken does not do any kind of disobedience in the slightest. it takes him a while to reach that point with you, but you can't deny your easing and egging him on.

you wanna cop an attitude because he ate the food you said you didn't want? you wanna give him the cold shoulder because he didn't run after you to comfort you after you stormed off? he can handle it. he can take it and compartmentalize it, forget about it - only because you're kissing up on him afterwards. but there's always the straw that breaks the camel's back.

his frustration reaches a boiling point when he's cooking dinner and you suck your teeth after he asks you to hand him a knife, and his head snaps so fast to look at you his braid tosses itself over his shoulder. he washes his hands in an instant, not paying mind to your complaint about him getting your shirt wet when he grabs you by your wrist and takes you back to the bedroom, making you lay across his lap. he will make you apologize. every defiance, every squirm or misspeak is rewarded with a SLAP! that's so loud it embarrasses you more than it hurts. that only lasts for a second, as the pain filters in and you mumble a little "ow..."

which he spanks you for again! you're supposed to be apologizing, remember?

spanking. draken has a special ritual for clapping his hands against your ass, believe it or not. one strike means a verbal apology. two strikes means you're on thin ice, and he expects you to bow your head and maintain silence for a moment or two. three strikes? you are getting bent over his knee, and no apology you stutter out between him taking you back to the room and spreading out over his lap can dissuade him from putting you back in your place.

he had big hands, and is used to leaving marks or bruises sometimes. if you're (un)lucky, he'll be wearing his rings as he does it. The sound of each smack like music to his ears as he gets off on you squirming and tearing up, the pain growing to be too much. then he stops. lets you catch a quick breath before the next smack forces it back out of you.

after the fact, when you're blubbering and seemingly can't run your mouth anymore, he has you take care of his hard-on. maybe if you stopped being such a brat, he'd help you out too. eats you out after if you do a good enough job.

mikey likes —

size difference. mikey has a vested interest in establishing hierarchy within his relationships. whatever your body is became his when you started dating him. and as his bitch, he expects you to, no matter how big you are, bend to his will when it's time to fuck. he likes being the dominant party.

loves being able to bend a big bitch over. appreciates how you gasp when he picks you up and fucks you into the wall. or the look of confusion on your face when he can bend you in half and make you stay that way. if you're smaller than him, why, he enjoys teeny cock sluts too. the ones that strangle his cock, hole so fucking tight he has to work them open with terrifyingly slow rolls of his hips.

he likes big cocks, small tits, fat pussy, skinny cock, tiny pussy. fat ass, flat ass, big muscle, chubby tummy, flabby arms! tall, short. if it's different he likes it. if it's familiar he also likes it.

breastfeeding. sucking on nipples, milk or no, legitimately calms him. he can fist his cock and just settle in your lap (or sometimes he can get you to stroke him off) while he latches onto you, sucking and licking over the fleshy bud until you're squirming from the pleasure. it becomes cold and is over far too soon as he moves to the other one. lightly nibbling and tugging with his teeth.

milk adds a new depth to the fun he can have. as he cups your chest in your hand and makes a daft comment about 'leaky udders' and reliving pressure. he can always take what you have to give. it's almost like he never gets full.

roughhousing. mikey likes something about being underestimated. by enemy gangs is one thing - but you can get so haughty sometimes! what's a better way than giving you a noogie to scramble your brains, or with tussling to the ground when you stick out your lip and say "Make me?" he's used to it, and it's so fun to get to flex his strength over you - especially because after he pins you down, the look of you, so helpless ...

sometimes he can't help it if it goes a little further! if it ends up with him pushing your thighs to your chest and biting at your mouth trying to kiss you- bruising the back of your ass as the force of his hips clatters into you and makes you squeal.

he's just a little easy to rile up is all.

mitsuya likes —

gang-banging. he thinks sex with you alone is just fine. however he wouldn't mind if you brought your friends... or maybe you wouldn't mind if he brought his? he's a little selfish. wants a little bit of this or a little bit of that - kiss from this person, nipple play with that person, fingers crooked inside another.

he's never not busy and that's the way he likes it, true facts. when it comes to sharing you with his friends though, he only has one rule. he needs to be inside you at all times. he prefers creaming in your ass/stuffing your pussy, but he'll very begrudgingly settle for your mouth - depending on who's asking. the most important criteria is that he starts and finishes inside. kind of like the last man standing.

flogging. mitsuya likes to punish brats with a small voice and a big stick. he lets you complain, lets you stomp your feet and have your tantrum after dinner, while you're a little tipsy and mad at him for not getting you that one extra glass of wine. he just smiles and takes you home, but as soon as you're inside, he's helping you strip. you're still mumbling your protest as you go and lay on the bed, ass up like he told you to.

maybe you act out like this because you like getting punished? it's not like he doesn't remind you with his patient smile that doesn't meet his pointed eyes. anyway, it all ends the same. with you curling your fingers into your blanket and squealing as the instrument snaps sharply against your ass, blood rushing to the site that gives a cool euphoric feeling, before fading out into a dull, painful throb.

you sniffle about how you're sorry, but moan every time the flog comes down on your ass, filtered in between your little whines and tears.

bimbo training. mitsuya just finds dumb sluts sooo cute. the ones that mindlessly lap at cock and suck on balls, eager to have a load shot deep down their throat, and smart enough tor remember to thank him afterwards. he maintains a strict wardrobe for them. no heels lower than one inch. tops are meant to be formfitting but not uncomfortable - he would end up procuring or creating your pieces on his own, giving you accessories to match every single outfit, but you're not allowed to wear them during the sex part of training.

mitsuya likes gentle reminding. encouragement to try the things you're afraid of, how it'll be okay if you just focus on the sound of his voice, forget about everyone else in the room, just ride his cock like he knows you want to...

it's fun not having to think when it comes to mitsuya. when you stutter or stumble or don't know what to say, he just smiles and speaks for you, thinks for you. it's a lot less stressful! a whole lot more efficient too. mitsuya still takes his time to explain things to you, (so kind!) breaking it down into many little parts so it's easier for you to digest!

oh... what would you do without him?

takemitchi likes —

cucking. he really doesn't deserve hana. it makes his stomach roll every time he thinks about how she settled for him - when she has all the makings to be her own woman - with a better guy (or girl) that could give her all she could ever want - and not have to settle with his short comings. but she kisses up on him the same, strokes his cock slow like she usually does, kisses him on the forehead when he cums...

so when you come along, with the measured kindness that makes his stomach flutter and his head hurt, he tells hina about you. then she meets you. and falls for you just as he did. it's always been his desire to see you two fuck. hear hina moan when you slurp on her clit just right, fingering her pussy till she's clenching around your fingers and make her lick her own wetness from your skin. you fuck her with toys first, then work her up to something bigger.

(penis'd) your cock is a lot fatter than his. he knows because when you fuck into hina for the first time the head squishes and you groan, hips stuttering as you get caught on the tightness of her pussy and releasing a shuddering breath, hina's eyes are closed and her mouth is stuck in an euphoric 'oh', takemitchi's hand like a blur as he angrily fists his cock and bites down on his hand. he's never seen hina make those faces before, make those squeaky breathless noises. he cums to the sound of her moaning your name, and from the sound of the bed shaking, you're no where near finished.

(strap'd) hina's not used to all the bumps and texture on this silicone cock. every angle you hit deeper inside her forces out a hoot or a little holler, her face beet red as you whisper filthy things into her ear. about how she's a little slut for letting her husband watch, how this pussy is now your property ... hina is bent over the bed over the bed at one point, calling out for takemitchi to do ...something. after a point all her noises blur together, but he does end up holding her hand through her orgasm, which you also faithfully fuck her through. she's creamed over your cock at least twice now - faster than takemitchi pulling a single orgasm out of her.

overstimulation. it's not hard to get takemitchi to cum his brains out. a bit of breathing near his cock, a single tug, is enough to get him hard. so imagine a mouth that won't let up? a hand that's so insistent on pumping load after load after load until he has no more to give. a vibrating toy on his nipples or strapped to his dick or up his ass? it's going to put him out of commission for five to six business days. he's always a sweaty sticky mess, pleading for less friction when he's the one who's been bucking into your hand this whole time.

obviously, he still wants it. and who are you to stop a thirsty man from drinking his water?

anal stimulation is another thing he can't handle. a butt plug stretching him out like a glove, a dildo, or a fat cock up his ass? strap or no, he's lost the ability to speak at that point. he's all flushed red and tries to be quiet, but you always wring those noises out of him, somehow.

[s4no]

+ feat: manjiro sano, ken ryuuguji, keisuke baji, chifuyu matsuno, kazutora hanemiya & takashi mitsuya

+ summary: find out what the guys are posting on instagram.

+ a/n: i had a burst of inspiration so here we are c: — part one | part two | part three

➥ @MANJIR0 just posted!

— mikey doesn't post many photos of himself. he prefers to take pictures of his surroundings instead. lots of black & white. his captions are usually ominous inside jokes between him and his friends.

➥ @KRyuuguji just posted!

— draken's instagram is full of pictures of him going out for late night rides on his bike. he's not egotistical, but he knows he looks good so sometimes he likes to show off how much he works out at the gym.

➥ @kbajii just posted!

— baji loves to post thirst traps. he has a lot of shirtless pics with a few shit posts in between. his captions are mainly emojis. his page is overall very goofy and entertaining.

➥ @fuyu.matsuno just posted!

— chifuyu likes to post pictures of the animals he works with, especially peke j. it's rare to see a photo of himself. baji has tried to post a thirst trap of him but chifuyu always ends up deleting it.

➥ @kz.tora just posted!

— kazutora usually posts about his cafe, uploading pictures of drinks and latte art. he's also been a victim of baji trying to post some risque pictures on his account. his captions are very pun heavy.

➥ @TakashiMS just posted!

— mitsuya lives a lavish life in the fashion industry and he likes to catalogue it on his social media. lots of brand names and promotions of his upcoming collections. he occasionally posts ootds.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Tag teaming Chifuyu with Baji? Ngl I can imagine Baji offering to share Matsuno with you and it’s the best action they’ve had in FOREVER so it becomes a regula thing 😋

Poor Fuyu is going to be so sore the morning after sdgkhdkfhl but it's worth it because the sex was just that good 😵‍💫👌

Both you and Baji are masters at making Chifuyu come undone — touching him in all the right places, working him up, bringing the blond right to the brink of an orgasm only to deny him of that climax. Littering his beautiful body with marks; both of you growling against Chifuyu's neck and earning little mewls and breathy moans from him. Ugh, the more I think about them the harder I beco- uh... fall in love 😳