#hajime umemiya x you

[pure-smut]

wind breaker boys - cockwarming headcanons.

featuring: Hajime Umemiya, Ren Kaji, Jo Togame

contains: f!reader, cockwarming (ofc), established relationship, pure smut

note: all characters are aged up to 18+!

MDNI | 18+ content

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Hajime Umemiya loves cockwarming.

Sometimes he’ll pull you onto his lap, your thighs on either side of his, as he helps you to slowly work his thick cock inside you. Umemiya is heavy on praise, eyes kind as he tells you how well you’re taking him. He thinks the way you furrow your brows and bite your bottom lip, so intent on taking him right to the base is so, so cute.

Once you’re nestled comfortably on top of him, his fat mushroom tip snug against your cervix, he’ll hold you there. Umemiya’s grip is hard on your hips as he stops you from moving.

“Just stay here, baby. Just like this,” he says, capturing your lips in a kiss.

So you do. His cock throbs inside you and you have to fight the urge to buck your hips as Umemiya deepens the kiss. When he parts your lips, you give no resistance, letting him sweep his tongue over yours.

His fingers trail featherlight touches up and down your bare back, tracing the curves of your body, committing them to memory.

If your pussy wasn’t squeezing him so tightly, he could stay like this forever. The intimacy, the closeness. To know he’s reaching inside the deepest part of you. Umemiya loves this. He loves you.

Ren Kaji has no patience for cockwarming but he tries, for you.

You straddle his lap, holding him snug inside you, as you suck rough kisses against his neck the way you know he likes. Kaji groans, his hips instinctively thrusting up. You pull back, huffing.

“No moving!”

Kaji growls, pressing his face between your tits to distract himself. He nibbles and sucks at the soft skin, leaving his own marks on you, before moving to your nipples. You gasp as he flicks his tongue over one nipple, causing it to stiffen, and Kaji tips his head back.

“Baby, I can’t keep still,” he groans.

“It’s only been two minutes.”

“That’s long enough.”

You squeal as he flips you over onto your back, somehow staying inside you. Kaji wastes no time, rolling his hips as he finally, finally gets to move inside you. His cock drags along your plush walls, sending sparks through your body.

“Fuck… That’s better…” he moans, burying his face in your neck.

Kaji picks up speed, grabbing the headboard to leverage himself, fucking you even harder. He scoops a hand under your ass, holding you in place at an angle he knows will make your eyes roll back in your skull.

All thoughts of protest leave your mind as the thick ridges of his cock rub against your g-spot. Stars burst behind your eyes as you clench down around him, creaming on his cock.

Maybe Kaji was right, maybe this is better.

Jo Togame likes to think of himself as a fan of cockwarming but he always runs out of patience in the end.

He loves it when you’re on top, of course. Sex generally starts off slow, Togame moving like he’s at 0.75x speed like everything else. So he loves when you climb on top of him, fucking yourself on his cock while he gets to watch.

Except this time, when you work him fully inside you, you stop.

You lie down against his broad chest, keeping him inside you as you wrap your arms around him.

“This is nice, isn’t it?” you say, sighing contentedly against him.

“Mhmm,” he hums, absently playing with your hair.

He is enjoying himself, he admits, but the way your hot walls are massaging his cock is making his hips buck. You stay like that for a while, as Togame’s cock starts to grow painfully hard at the tease of your sweet pussy without any friction.

Togame splays one large hand against your lower back, pinning you to him, as the other grabs your thigh. He thrusts upward, making you gasp.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbles, a small smile on his lips. “Couldn’t help myself.”

Togame keeps you pinned against him as he fucks up into you slowly, finally getting the delicious friction he needed so badly. Your welcoming walls squeeze him, milking his cock the way he loves.

Togame likes cockwarming but he loves what comes after.

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[bachibabe]

📂 ‧ ₊ ˚ — Lucky

hajime umemiya x f.reader

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✰ ݁ ˖┊: content: nsfw, soft dom!umemiya, established relationship, pwp, breeding kink, soft sex!!!!!!, edging/teasing, ume has a big dick ://, pussy drunk!umemiya, praise, i just needed to talk about his breeding kink okay leave me alone, smut directly under cut, all chars are aged up.

18+ → minors / blank blogs dni

I just. I need a moment to talk about Umemiya’s breeding kink. I know it's just. It’s crazy man. Walk with me please

Umemiya is the type of guy to get so lost inside your pussy when he’s fucking himself into you. His brain can only focus on the way your walls are fluttering around him, the way they grip him so tight. Drawing him back in on every thrust. Practically pulling him deeper and deeper into your core. Until you’re all stretched out, taking his cock completely.

A feat in itself, honestly. Because it’s safe to say Umemiya… he’s big. Upsettingly so, really. So big you really didn’t think he was going to fit inside of your cute little pussy. He didn’t think so either– lying between your legs. Inspecting your lips. Almost making you feel embarrassed by his stare as he would lick at your entrance. Pout on his pretty lips.

“Ah baby~” He used to whine, “Do you really think she can take me? I mean… pretty girl already looks so stretched around just one of my fingers… I don’t want to hurt you, you know?”

It’s a good thing he’s broken you in now. So many hours prepping your puffy little cunt until it’s a little sore, tears beading up on your waterline. So many nights he teases you with just the head of his cock– bullying it into your entrance, not going further than just the tip even when you beg. Beg for him to fill you up, to stretch you just for him in a way you know only he can.

All because he knows what's best for you.

Or, maybe that’s just what he tells himself. Maybe he knows the second he’s finally able to bury his cock fully inside your warmth, knows that when he finally gets to feel your wet heat wrapped around him that he’s going to become entirely addicted.

And trust, when he finally does give in, he’s pussy drunk instantly. His mind drifting far off, stars floating in his vision. Only able to see your face. Only able to feel your body.

Stare you right in the eyes as his thrusts turn a bit sloppy, almost lazy. Savouring the feeling of you in any way he can. Your hips wrapped around his waist, his arms on either side of your head, propping his body up as he gives you that lazy smile. The smile he always gives when he’s about to drive you insane.

Because Umemiya, you see, he likes to play the long game. He likes to draw out pleasure, holding you just on the cusp of epiphany without ever letting you slip over the edge. Loves to bask in the glow of intimacy, creating a whole new genre of music to enjoy. Preens at the way you cling to his shoulder, holding him close.

Smiles because he knows you’ll never let him go.

Even when his thrusts are languid like this– each one slow, almost messy, but deliberate at the same time. His cock brushing against the spot inside of you that sees stars, so deep inside of you that he’s practically pressing against your cervix. Balls pressing against your ass as he pushes himself all the way inside, grinding slow circles into your whiny entrance. Just begging for him to get serious, begging for him to let you find your release.

Ah~ he wishes moments like this could just last forever~ Pretty girl on his bed, creaming around his cock. Looking so lost– but it’s okay. You don’t have to be. He’s right there to take care of you. He’ll always be right there to take care of you.

Fill you up over and over again to make you feel right. Make you feel loved, cared for.

Mmmm… and then his brain starts to drift off again. Too pussy drunk to really think about how dangerous his thoughts really may be. Too high to forget all about the birth control you take religiously.

How can he stop himself from dreaming of a future with you? Of a nice house in the same neighbourhood as his friends. Maybe by the beach so you can have Barbeques every night. Go swimming whenever you want. A family built between the two of you. How much he would love you every single day of his life.

Right, because with Umemiya, his need to breed you. His desires that start from deep in the root of his brain, spread all the way down to his fingertips, they don’t come from the need to claim. No, he already knows you're his. Knows you would never betray him.

No, those desires, the ones that have him burying his face in your neck. Have him finally giving in, picking up the speed of his hips. His thrusts melting you into a puddle of moans– your sanity so far out of reach you don’t even know if you want it back.

Those desires come from his love for you. His desire to be with you utterly and completely. To show the rest of the world the evidence of your love, the evidence of your devotion to one another.

Okay, and maybe they come from his inherent need to dote on you. To take care of you the same way you have him. Maybe just a little.

But that doesn’t matter anyway, nah, all that matters right now is you underneath him. Taking everything he has to give and more. Your neglected clit twitching as you come apart under him. Your back arching, nails digging into his shoulder blades. Coming undone from his cock alone.

Being so good– just so perfect for him.

It only drives him further, only giving you a second of reprise before he leans back from your form, pulling your hips onto his thighs. Takinging one of your legs and raising it high– placing it just right on his shoulder. Giving him the perfect angle to drive into you. The perfect angle to fill you up, breed you so full and pretty.

Imagining the way your walls will flutter once he finally pulls out, watching as his cum leaks from your fluttering hole. Knowing the second it does he’ll just take two fingers and push it back inside.

His good girl would never waste a drop, would she?

No, she wouldn’t. Not ever. Never for him. So why keep denying you of what he knows he you really want?

It only takes one look into your dazed eyes to have him falling apart after you. How can he not when you look at him like he’s hung the stars? Fucked out eyes half-lidded, pretty smile on your face that just looks so, so tired.

His hips fuck themselves as deep inside of you as he can go, his head rolling back, mouth parting in a silent ‘o’ as white fills up your walls. His lips find your ankle, kissing it gently as he thrusts into you slowly once more. Milking every last bit of cum from his cock. Making sure every last bit stays inside of you. The picture of love, of happiness right below him.

He doesn’t know how he got so lucky.

Anyway. Yeah. Umemiya breeding kink. Yeah.

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Description: Poppin' bottles, here are some headcanons of some of the Wind Breaker boys taking care of their significant other when they've had one too many. Characters: Jo Togame, Hajime Umemiya, Ren Kaji, Haruka Sakura, Hayato Suo,& Toma Hiragi. Word Count: 2.1k Contains: Fem!Reader x Multiple Charcters (separate). Fluff. Mentions of alcohol/being drunk. Slightly suggestive in some (Sakura's is borderline smutty, oops). Not proof read. cw: mentions of attempted drink spiking in Kaji's. (Drink responsibly y'all). ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Author's Note: This was a request for wbk headcannons for them taking care of a drunk partner. I hope you enjoy it, Kisa!! This was actually so much fun to write, honestly, it was just the silly/fluffy thing I needed to get me back into the swing of things post-writer's block/sickness. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

Togame scanned the crowd, leisurely drinking from the glass bottle in his hand, his eyes never straying from your form. He snickered to himself, watching you and Choji throw your bodies around dancing awfully with one another as you both laughed loudly. It warmed his heart to see you both together, the fact that the two most important people in his life got along and were even friends never eased to bring a smile to his face. He watched the both of you have a significant stumble to your movements as he eased off the bar, heading over to where the both of you were. His hand settled on your waist to keep you upright, grinning as he leaned down to your ear. “Woah there beautiful, careful, don’t want you taking a tumble now, hm?”

He chuckled as he felt your body stiffen beneath his fingertips, only for you to relax as the sound registered to your ears and you turned in his embrace. If there was ever a moment he wanted to commit to memory, it would be the very moment your features lit up upon seeing him. Throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him down to your level to place a wet kiss on his lips. He could taste the liquor coating your lips, leaning down to scoop you into his arms, large hands holding you steady by the backs of your thighs. “Come on, dove. Let’s get you home before you regret this tomorrow.” You begin to protest, only to trail off your words as the scent of his cologne meets your nose. Relaxing in his embrace, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck, humming in contentment. “mmm.. fine but you’re carrying me home.” He chuckles once more, pressing his lips to your forehead in a sweet gesture. “I wouldn’t have it any other way darlin.”

Umemiya kicked the door closed with his foot, his arms occupied with your form as he carried you inside your shared apartment. Despite being perceived as immature, he was an older sibling and the former leader of Bofurin for years, making him a very nurturing partner. He smiles down at you, still wrapped around him like the cutest koala bear, he was glad you had a good time. Watching you dance with Tsubaki and giggling with Kotoha at the bar had filled him with happiness. Gently he sat you on the couch, kneeling in front of you, delicately removing each of your shoes, pressing a sweet kiss to each of your knees as he completed his task. Handing you a bottle of water and some painkillers to combat the hangover you were sure to have in the morning. “Did you have a good time sunflower?”

A smile breaks out on his face as you give a wobbly nod, your head bobbing in the cutest way. He picks you up once more, walking you both to the bedroom, placing you delicately on the bed as he gingerly removes your clothes. Pressing sweet kisses to your skin with each inch of it that was revealed to his eyes. “You're so beautiful honeybee.” He murmurs against your skin, forcing himself to pull away from you. You were intoxicated and Umemiya would never cross that line. He walked to the dresser, pulling your favorite sweater of his from the drawer before making his way back over to you. “Arms up, angel.” He laughs lightly when you do so, slipping the article of clothing over your form. He always loved seeing you in his clothes the way the soft fabric drowned your frame always came with a sense of pride knowing you were all his. After stripping down himself, he climbs in the bed, pulling you to rest against his chest, running his blunt nails along your scalp in a soothing gesture until he hears your breathing even out, letting sleep claim him with a smile on his lips.

Grey eyes scanned the crowd, searching for your form amongst the sea bodies in the crowded bar. He was waiting right where you left him before running off to the bathroom. There had been two men at the other end of the bar that had been eyeing you all night, and Kaji hadn’t liked that he lost track of them from his field of vision as well. He had a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. As he continued to look for you amongst the crowd he caught something moving in the corner of his vision. With lightning-fast reflexes his hand shoots out to grab the wrist of one of the men who had snuck up, by the looks of it they had intended to slip something in your drink that was left sitting with his own on the bar top. He tightens his grip, fingers digging into their skin, his threat clear as he spoke through gritted teeth as he hard cany shattered between his molars. “You so much as think about it and I break your damn wrist, got it?” He growled, leveling the man with a glare hat caused the color to drain from his face.

The other male nodded, a look of fear overtaking his expression. Kaji shoved him harshly, releasing his iron-clad grip, watching as he and his companion scrambled off disappearing into the crowd. His blood was boiling, breathing deeply to calm his raging emotions as he replaced the candy in his mouth with a fresh one. Your voice breaks through his racing thoughts, turning back to you, “Rennie, I’m back! Hopefully, you weren’t waiting too long there was such a long line.” You huff, causing his shoulders to go lax in relief. It was miraculous how your mere presence was enough to bask him in a state of calm. A small smile, one he reserved only for you, slipped onto his expression. Pulling the lollipop from his lips, he leans down to press a longing kiss to your lips. “No not at all, but why don’t we head home, sugar? It's too crowded here.” He takes your hand in his own, dragging you out of the bar. Maybe if he decorated your skin in his marks, idiots like them would think twice before trying to touch what was his.

Sakura’s cheeks were hot, blush traveling down his neck as his hands gripped your hips. Your hips moved back against his own in time with the music that blasted from the speakers. No matter how many times he had found himself in this situation with you it never ceased to get him riled up. His eyes were drawn to your hips, noting how similar you had looked the night prior, him behind you in your shared bed. How his hips met your own as he had taken you, the sounds that had spilled from your lips better than any song they could play here. Your voice pulls him out of his daydreaming, your arms now wrapped around his neck as you face him. “What's on your mind handsome?” You purred, your lips pressing themselves to his ear as you pulled him down to your level. His heart picked up in his chest at the clear public display of affection. The liquid coursing through him giving him a surge of confidence to lean down and capture your lips in his own.

Sakura wasn’t one for such public affection but the effect that you and the alcohol he consumed had on him led to him throwing his inhibitions aside. His grip on your waist was tight, trailing his lips from your own to your jaw. His mouth left open-mouthed kisses in his ascent to your ear. His voice came out husky against the sensitive skin. “Can't help thinking how gorgeous you looked last night, moving your hips back on me, that’s all baby girl” He relishes in the shiver he feels go down your spine, meeting your hooded gaze as he pulls away from you. Grinning as he rendered you speechless, taking your moment of stunned rigidness to his advantage as he lifted you easily into his arms, effectively throwing you over his shoulder. His hand comes down on your ass in a playful smack, walking to the exit of the club. “Let's get you home kitten, lets see if we can't have a repeat of last night, yeah?” In that moment you swore you needed to get him tipsy more often.

“I know I know aren’t I just the worst?” Suo teases as your nose scrunches up, attempting to get you to drink the herbal tea he had prepared for you, knowing it would combat the hangover you were bound to have the next morning. He laughed at you, amusement present in his tone. “I know sweet baby, I know it isn’t coffee. But if you drink it you won’t wake up with a nasty headache tomorrow, now go on. Drink up my love.” He coos, you were absolutely adorable like this, refusing the tea he had brewed for you after getting you to eat something. He was patient, caring for you delicately as he had taken you home. Ignoring the way you had pressed your lips to his neck, the way your hands roamed his form in the back of the uber you both had taken home. He had a might high tolerance for alcohol than you did, so much so it didn’t sit right with him to take advantage of you when you were like this. He rested his chin in his hand as you begrudgingly began to drink the tea, eyes soft with adoration as his eyes drank in your features. “Now that wasn’t so hard was it babygirl?”

He ushered you off to the bathroom next, grabbing a cloth to moisten in micellar water as he began to remove your makeup. “Can’t have you breaking out because you slept in your makeup baby.” He hums as he washes your face, patting it dry before applying your nighttime moisturizer. “There isn’t that all better? There’s my beautiful girl.” He smiles pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. Taking your hands in his own he leads you to your shared bed, climbing in with you. He was sure to maneuver you so you weren’t lying on your back in case you got sick. “Come now starlight, let's get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning, my beloved.” He begins to hum a soft tune, knowing it would lull you to sleep. He sighed in contentment as he felt you relax against him, removing his eye covering as he curled around you protectively. Pressing one last kiss to your temple with a declaration of love before letting his eyes close. 

Hiragi heaved a deep sigh, fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. This had been the third time he had lost you tonight, you had kept slipping from his grasp, testing his patience with how slippery you had become. He was happy you were enjoying yourself, overjoyed even, your happiness was all he wanted after all, But every time he turned his back to get you water or something to eat to combat the alcohol you had consumed you managed to wiggle away from him. His ears perked hearing the sound of your laugh, following its melody. It led him to the end of the bar, both you and Umemiya throwing back another round of shots, the two of you perking up when he came into your line of sight. His eye twitched, why couldn’t you be best friends with anyone else? Why not Sako or Kaji? Those two were far more responsible and far less reckless than the man standing before him. Popping a ablet of his stomach medication from its sleeve into his mouth to combat the indigestion you both were sure to bring him.

“Hey, Hiragi!” Umemiya threw a heavy arm over the blonde’s shoulder his boisterous laughter meeting his ears. “Come drink with us!” His words were slurred and his movements unsteady as he dragged him over to where you both were previously standing. He sighed taking a seat in the booth, opening his mouth to protest, only to shut it as you laid your legs across his lap, arms wrapping around his neck as you nuzzled close to him. “Hi my Toma.” You cooed, nose rubbing against his cheek in a pseudo-kiss, before resting your head on his shoulder, humming contentedly. “You’re so handsome. Have I ever told you that?” You spoke so softly adoration filling your tone. His cheeks darkened, supporting your body against his own, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he rested a large hand on your back to steady you against him. He supposed your slippery nature when intoxicated wasn’t all bad, especially when it meant he got to see this side of you.

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[umem1ya]

MY MISTAKE!! ; wind breaker x reader

when you accidentally text them about your crush.

✧ characters; hajime umemiya, haruka sakura, hayato suo, mitsuki kiryu, jo togame

✧ tags; pre-relationship, hint of angst on ume's but blink and you'll miss

✧ a/n; ilu problem solver ume. i love u so much. really. so in lov with u.

[faintrustle]

UMEMIYA HAJIME:

[togament]

he’s working out, chat.

[megvmins]

the best hug giver awards (wind breaker edition)

a/n: i've fallen into the wind breaker trap and now i can't get up. so here's first installment of this little series. this is very much pure fluff but i got some spicy ideas for a different installment.

notable mentions:

SUO 

has the timing of the hug down, knows exactly how much to squeeze to make you feel comfortable. oftentimes he rubs your back soothingly and honestly almost every time you end up falling asleep in his arms because his presence is simply that powerful. and whenever you do he smiles and gives you the softest smooch on the crown of your head/forehead careful not to wake you up.

CHOJI

excitable puppy vibes. runs into the hug so fast you're almost scared he's gonna take you down with him (and it's a valid fear because he did do that a few times but because he is so agile he always makes sure you end up cushioned by his body instead). can't hold still for too long so he will start wiggling and tickling you or sneaking kisses. he is meant for the quick squeeze hugs that almost break your bones but that you immediately miss after he lets go to drag you along to show you something that caught his eye.

the top three under the cut!

third place: TOGAME JO

master of the lazy hugs. doesn't matter if you had motivation to deep clean your entire house and you drank three cans of red bull is togame pulls you into a hug while he's lying down on a couch and wraps his arms around you like a koala you are not leaving. if you try to wiggle free he only lets out a soft laugh and says there's no point trying. often he ends up hugging your torso while he lays in between your legs with his head on your chest/stomach and his body weight lulls you to sleep so fast you have already forgotten about the plans wit the first yawn. 

second place: TSUBAKINO

very much doesn't care about time nor place, if the need to embrace strikes he will follow through with it. big on nuzzling his head into you and squeezing because he has an intense case of cuteness aggression. gushes about how cute you are and is loud about it even if there are people around you it means absolutely nothing. just like choji he runs into hugs without fear but instead of tackling you to the ground like it's a WWE match he picks you up and beams at you from below like the ray of sunshine he is.

first place: UMEMIYA

if you look up the word comfort in a vocabulary you'll find his face right next to it. he also doesn't care about time nor place just like tsubaki. he loves giving surprise hugs from behind which means throwing his arms around your shoulders or torso (depending on your height) and pulls you into him with a “guess who?” and he refuses to let go, if you need to go somewhere he's gonna stay glued to your back (unless Hiragi sees him and drags him away). but in all seriousness, his hug heal your soul. he'll bring you in with soft smile and even softer eyes, one hand on the back of your back and the other cradling the back of your head and every single worry in your life is gone and it's just you and his warmth and soft giggles when your breath on his neck makes him feel ticklish.

[blueparadis]

Do they prefer thighs or boobs? Hiragi and umemiya please!, Include others characters are up 2 you I really love your writings🫶

cw: ex.plict smût, established relationship, lot of marking and biting, s/d dynamics, mention of ex.plict sexual activities, oral acts, headcanon + scenarios format. added characters: sakura & nirei.

note: thank you >:)) im enjoying writing too after a so long so your compliment means a lot to me. | dividers by @/cafekitsune

HIRAGI TOMA — He claims that he does not have a preference. He doesn't really. It's just when he is between your legs, done marking your inner thighs, he ends up thinking about how his teeth marks would look around your saliva-soaked shining nipples. He often takes a good look at the parts where he left his teeth marks. If he is feeling extra proud of how he made you look after getting freshly marked and overstimulated due to multiple orgasms he might take a few snaps.

UMEMIYA HAJIME — Umemiya is definitely a thigh guy. He loves to make you sit on his face and eat you out. He is cautious with his teeth unlike Hiragi but the way you moan keeps tempting him. He has insisted you so many times to get a thigh tattoo. If not the inner section, then the upper thigh? please? pretty please? he has insisted on you so much that it has come to the point of begging and negotiation since the only image he keeps painting in his head is his tattooed name on your thighs as he fucks you from behind in front of a full-length mirror.

NIREI AKIHIKO — When Nirei came to you he was nothing but an obsidian pitch-black slate but holy heavens the ways he makes you cum was never something you knew before. When given the right amount, he can use the info in such a newfound way but when it worked against you, it was a little hard to take in. With a vibrator inside you, he often plays with your boobs and suckles on them by making you sit on them while fingering you but just before you can cum he slaps onto your thighs making you embarrassed by the way you shrink and leaving a shrill cry of pleasure. But sometimes he doesn't and that's more frustrating.

SAKURA HARUKA — Sakura loves your boobs; loves to hold them, squeeze them, massage them, bite and lick them — anything you say but he gets extra demanding on some days when he insists to suckle on your boobs as you jerk him off. His head on your lap as he suckles and bites your boobs, tends to them while you make him cum, and just before he cums; you can feel it. You can feel him grasping onto your flesh, his tummy becoming taut, his chest twitching, his teeth biting your flesh as he peaks his orgasm. the first time you made him cum like this he insists on doing it more with so much enthusiasm that it makes it harder for you to ask him the same pleasure from him. Not that he would deny but before getting into the act he is definitely going to overthink.

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AN ARTIST'S LOVE

hajime umemiya repays the favor after you doodle on his skin. inspired by this post by the amazing @stunie ! i fell in love with the concept of doodling and i wanted to share this little piece. not proofread, sorry! fluff + some suggestive remarks, nothing more.

as much as hajime umemiya likes to have you drawing on him, he loves repaying the favor even more. whether it is small doodles lightly traced on your skin, or silly drawings on napkins or post-its, you always have a piece of his art to carry with you.

there are times in which your bag is filled with napkins, with little doodles drawn by your boyfriend. he has a knack for drawing, with his specialty mostly being hearts, stars, and most importantly…

plants. hajime umemiya was a romantic at heart, constantly drawing initials, hearts, and little plants wherever he could.

when umemiya arrives at your shared apartment, he tackles you into whatever comfortable surface—be it the couch, or your bed, and it is now your job to be his canvas.

it’s so intimate, the way in which you and umemiya reach for the pens and colored markers that sit on your nightstand, slowly removing some pieces of clothing until you both sit in your undergarments, taking turns into turning the other’s body into a work of art.

the doodles vary depending on his day. if he has a bad day, he’ll mostly spend his time tracing hearts around your arms and collarbone, and yours and his initials around your v-line. if he has a great day, your body will be like a greenhouse, your stomach, arms, and back being covered in plants, tomatoes, and flowers.

hajime is a true artist.

a day comes in which umemiya comes home, beaming with a smile on his face. you know he had a great day as he pulls you into his embrace, a quick peck placed on your cheek as he pulls out a crumbled napkin from his pocket, handing it to you.

“i had to stop by pothos to run some errands, and i had time to draw.”

it was a tomato plant with some hearts, just like the ones he proudly grew at furin’s rooftop.

an idea popped into your head as you took the crumbled napkin from his hand. the next day comes by, and you prepare yourself for your spontaneous adventure. but is it really spontaneous if you planned it around twelve hours in advance? you can’t really call it impulsive, right?

you had to ask tsubaki for help, as the nearest studio was in keisei street. after receiving directions from him, you headed out as soon as you received a text from your boyfriend saying he arrived at furin.

it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission, right?

it’s not like you had to ask, your body was yours to decorate, but you were unsure of how your boyfriend would react. umemiya loves you for who you are, so why wouldn’t he love you now?

one painful procedure later, and you were now at home waiting for umemiya to return. you hear the jingle of keys as your boyfriend opens the door, greeting you with a short, sweet kiss. he looks down at the strange, clear bandage around your arm and—

wait. is it..?

“surprise!” you beamed, “i hope you’re not mad, haji. i got it because i want our love to bloom, and this is—like—a little reminder.”

umemiya swears he feels tears forming in his eyes, as his fingers softly trace the edges of the second skin, admiring the plant with two little tomatoes and hearts on your skin.

“it’s real?”

you nod, “very real, baby. i took your napkin to a studio and got it done! one tomato is you and the other is me.”

“you mean we’re two little tomatoes?”

umemiya is the happiest he’s ever been. he rambles on and on, about how in about two weeks, he’ll now have a permanent drawing to color, and how he can color each tomato differently according to their growing stage. green, yellow, red—you name it, umemiya is already preparing his colored markers.

to his surprise, when you and him lay on your bed and he peels off your shirt, his jaw almost falls to the floor as he prepares his pens and markers.

your back has a little…something. something like…

his name. carefully tattooed on your back.

a crimson blush slowly spreads from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, as his mind starts to race. if it were up to him, he’d propose to you right this second, as the mere act of you tattooing his name was like a proposal to be your lifelong partner. he wants to trace each letter—hajime umemiya wants to show you how much he loves you.

“you like it, haji?”

“i love it” he smiled, “you should show off your back more often.”

“i should?” you tease.

“it’s either that or more backshots, i just need to see my name on you more or else i’ll go nuts.”

[jennapancake]

Hi!!! Can I request Umemiya Hajime x girlfriend reader who has an amazing cooking skill? He gives her the vegetables he grew for her to cook and eat together at the rooftop.

The Dreamcatcher (Umemiya x Reader)

A/n: This is such a cute request! Thank you for being my first request ever and I hope this is to your liking! I tried my best but I'm still getting the hang of this whole writing thing. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Like one mention of blood from a split lip, fighting, kissing, pet names, couple behavior, slightly spell checked, and two curse words I believe.

Ever since you were little, all you ever wanted to do was cook but being declared a troubled kid by all around you only made that dream harder and harder to reach. That was until you met him...Hajime Umemiya.

You met Hajime at the age of fourteen when a group of boys tried to jump you in a tunnel that led under a railway. You had bumped into one of the boys (or more he had bumped into you) and the boy seemingly wasn't going to accept being run into without some kind of punishment.

So obviously you began fighting the boy. What else would a “troubled” kid do? However once you quickly defeated the first boy the rest of his friends jumped in. Although you were quite strong you were severely outnumbered and just when you thought your stamina had deteriorated completely, the last couple of boys were taken down in just one swift crescent kick.

Quickly looking at your savoir you saw a boy about your age with a kind smile on his face as he looked at you. “Hi, are you okay? That was quite the group.” The boy asked, a slight tilt to his head.

“I'm fine.” You responded, wiping the blood from your split lip. “Thank you…for the help.” You said only causing the smile on the boy's face to grow.

“Well of course, although I'm sure you could have handled them yourself. You did beat up most of them before I got here. You're quite strong.” The boy said, causing your cheeks to heat up, from the compliment. However, before you could respond the boy was putting his hand out towards you to shake “Hajime Umemiya” He introduced himself with a kind smile. You stood there frozen at the introduction, it had been so long since someone your age was so kind to you. As you stood frozen the boy moved his hand closer to you as if encouraging you to shake his hand instead of standing there in that dumbfounded position like you were. So, finally moving you shook his hand back “Y/n y/l/n” you said, smiling back at the boy.

And that was how you met Hajime, the boy you now call your best friend and your boyfriend. Ever since that day the two of you have been close. You followed him to Bofurin and you helped him achieve his dream, just as he helped you achieve yours.

Now as you were chopping onions for some soup you were making for dinner, you couldn't help but smile as two hands wrapped around your waist.

“Hi, Honey” You said, continuing to chop the onions, a small hello mumbled into your shoulder as your boyfriend left a kiss on the bare skin uncovered by your tank top. “How was the garden?” You asked, finally throwing the onions into the pot and then turning around in the man's arms to face him.

“It was good” He smiled down at you, “I brought you some tomatoes and the rest of the onions you asked for” He said, gesturing to the basket of vegetables he had set on the island behind him.

“Thank you” You smiled brightly at the man, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips that only made the man's smile double in size at how happy the simplest things made you. He didn't mind tending the garden, he made it specifically for you, really it was fun and quickly beginning to be one of his favorite parts of the day, besides of course all his moments with the love of his life. But he wouldn't mind tending a seventy acre farm if it meant seeing you smile at him like this for the rest of his days.

“Now as much as I love cuddling you, go sit down or make yourself useful. I can have you distracting me from the soup.” You said, a faux seriousness on your face as you pointed your finger at the tall man.

“Well then I guess I'll have to make myself useful, darling.” He said, a cheeky grin donning his features “Well then you're on tomato chopping duty.” You ordered, pointing your finger at the cutting board. “Yes ma'am” Your boyfriend smirked, quickly pulling you in for one more kiss before getting started on those tomatoes.

The two of you cooked dinner together that night just as you often did, small smiles adorning both of your faces as you glanced at one another and held conversations about your days as well as a small joking argument of what show the two of you would watch after dinner. Umemiya of course giving in to your choice of show because he would do anything for you.

Once dinner was complete, Hajime carried your two bowls of soup up to the rooftop while you carried the salad you insisted on making as well as your drinks so you could bask in whatever warmth was left from the setting sun. The calm breeze rustling the plants aligning the rooftop just adding to the serenity of the moment. Just being here with Hajime after all the work the two of you put in to reach this moment was so overwhelmingly beautiful and you were more than grateful for whatever being granted you this life.

"You're staring, Honey." The teasing voice of your boyfriend broke your daze. "Hm, sorry" You smiled sheepishly, taking a spoonful of your soup as you tried to playoff you sappy moment. "What were you thinking about?" He asked, leaning on the tops of his hands as he looked at you, a curious glint in those stunning blue eyes. "Just how happy I am to be here with you" you said, a blush creeping up your cheeks at your confession. Your boyfriend grinned happily at those words and reached his hand across the table to hold yours. "I'm happy to be here with you too, honey." He smiled softly at you and with that you continued your dinner with a blissful happiness.

"Although I might be even happier to be here with this soup, damn this is good. Who taught you to cook like this cause damn girl, might have to wife you up." And with that your boyfriend broke that serenity with of course nothing but his ridiculous comedy but that only made the moment that more special with the giggles he made spew from your mouth.

You wouldn't trade this life with him for anything in the world, he was the love of your life, the man who helped you achieve your dream you once thought was impossible. He was your dream catcher.

You were finally able to accomplish what you always wanted to do because Hajime made it a reality just for you. All because you told Hajime in a small conversation when you were fourteen about how you always wanted to cook and he had told you in return he’d grow the vegetables just so you'd never run out and can always cook to your heart's content. And after seeing that bright smile consume your features he swore to himself once he reached the top he wouldn't stop until he helped you achieve your dream just as you helped him achieve his.

And now he wouldn't trade you or that soup for anything in the world. You helped him achieve his own dreams and him helping you achieve yours was only a small repayment of his appreciation and admiration for you. You were his dream catcher.

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bonding.

featuring: Umemiya Hajime x f!reader

contains: reader is Umemiya's stepsister, pseudo inc*st, sneaky s*x, unprotected s*x, spooning, riding, creampie

word count: 1.1k

note: all characters are aged up to 21+!

MDNI | 18+ content

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Thinking about stepbrother!Umemiya but in the dirtiest way possible.

Umemiya sneaks into your room at night after your parents have gone to bed, climbing under your sheets to slot himself behind you. His arms wrap tight around your middle, sliding under your pyjama top to cup one of your breasts.

“Missed you today,” Umemiya murmurs against your neck between kisses, making you smile.

“You saw me all day,” you whisper, back arching as he tweaks one of your nipples.

“But I didn’t get to do this.” You can feel him grin against you, hips stirring as he gropes your tits.

Umemiya hates not being able to touch you all day, hates that you have to keep this secret when all he wants to do is show you off. He savours these moments where he gets to touch you freely, gets to feel you react to his touch. He was already hard before he came here, just thinking about your skin against his again.

He slides a hand down under your panties and finds you already soaked.

“Missed you today, too,” you tell him, turning your head to kiss him.

The last three months have consisted of this, of sneaking around and stolen moments, ever since your mom and his dad decided to have a whirlwind wedding, forcing your lives together.

Now every night is the same – Umemiya treasuring these few hours alone with you, even though it breaks his heart every time he has to leave.

He deepens the kiss, his fingers dipping between your folds to gather your slick and using it to rub languid circles across your swollen clit. You push your hips back, feeling his hard-on through his boxer briefs as Umemiya moans lightly into your mouth.

You’ve both gotten good at this, at staying quiet and slow so the bed doesn’t creak too much. It’s how Umemiya prefers it anyway – soft and sweet - but he lives for the day he gets to hear you moan properly. You break away from the kiss to bite back a gasp, your pleasure building quickly, and Umemiya nuzzles against your ear, his cock straining.

“You looked so pretty today,” he murmurs, grinding against your ass. “I wanted to kiss you so badly.”

He punctuates with a kiss against your shoulder, his teeth nipping at you lightly. He has to fight the urge not to suck a bruise against your skin, not to mark you and show every one Umemiya is yours.

“Please, Haji…” you whisper-moan. “Want to feel you.”

Umemiya is happy to oblige. He pulls his cock free and you re-align your hips, hooking your leg backwards over his so he can access you better. It’s not long before you feel the delicious stretch of his cock as he eases into you.

Umemiya rocks his hips, your pussy slick and hot around him as he buries his face in the crook of your neck to muffle a moan. He continues to play with your clit, feeling the way you clench around him.

“This is so wrong…” you whisper.

Umemiya’s used to this. Used to hearing you say “this is wrong” or “we shouldn’t be doing this”. The first few times, he stilled and asked if you were sure, if you wanted him to stop. But you never do. You just want to say it out loud – the taboo of it.

Umemiya feels you squeeze him tight and knows half of you is turned on by your arrangement, by the fact that you’re stepsiblings. But when you’re gushing around him, your plush walls so wet and tight with your arousal, he finds it hard to argue. If you’re going to feel this good, he’ll even help.

“You love your stepbrother’s cock, don’t you?” he whispers hoarsely against the shell of your ear. “You love being stuffed full every night.”

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as Umemiya slowly pistons his cock in and out of you, his filthy words in your ear. You quietly cum, your nails digging into Umemiya’s forearm as your body tenses, pleasure wracking every limb.

“That’s it, baby.” Umemiya fucks you through your orgasm. “That’s my good girl.”

He pulls out, leaving you with a weirdly empty feeling between your legs, but he doesn’t leave you for long. Umemiya throws the covers off you both, rolling onto his back.

“Come here, pretty girl,” he whispers, beckoning you over.

You climb on top of him, sinking down onto his length as Umemiya pulls you down for a kiss. You lay against his chest, flush with his torso, as Umemiya grabs your hips. His strong hands guide you, dragging your hips back and forth, never breaking the kiss.

You languidly make out, tongues sliding over each other as Umemiya continues to guide your hips. His cock slides in and out of you, your clit rubbing against his pelvis. The sounds of your sloppy cunt being fucked fill the room but you’re both in too deep a haze, too lost in each other’s pleasure to notice.

You grind down harder, your second orgasm approaching, as you desperately seek more friction against your clit. Umemiya’s cock throbs inside you, his fat mushroom tip rubbing along the sensitive spot on your walls.

You’re so wet it’s started to drip down your thighs and onto Umemiya’s, matting his pubic hair and soaking the sheets. No one else has ever had this kind of effect on you, no one else has come close to making you feel this horny.

“G-Gonna, cum, H-Haji…” you say against his mouth, Umemiya not letting you break the kiss. He had to wait all day to kiss you so he always makes the most of it, never feeling more turned on than when you’re making out with him.

He already knows you’re close even without you telling him. Your walls hug him tight, reluctant to let him go, greedy for him. Umemiya licks into you mouth, your wet kiss almost as sloppy as your fucking, feeling his balls tighten.

“I’m close too, baby,” he says between kisses. “You want it inside so I can fuck you with it later?”

You meet his tongue with your own, nodding quickly. The promise of Umemiya fucking his cum back into you is enough to topple you over the edge.

You break away from the kiss as your orgasm overtakes you but keep your lips against his, you breath mingling. You can’t stop yourself from moaning this time, a flurry of whispered curses leaving your lips as Umemiya fucks you through your second orgasm.

He follows quickly, holding you in place and thrusting up as he fills you with his cum. Umemiya moans with you, his fingers digging into your hips as he unloads inside you. He can never cum this hard on his own - the feel of filling you with his seed is absolutely intoxicating.

You collapse on top of him, your face against his neck as you both breathe hard. Umemiya strokes featherlight touches up your back. He knows he’ll have to leave soon, before he can fall asleep here, but he’ll prolong this moment as long as possible.

And, he thinks with a smile, he did promise you another round.

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[heartkaji]

sugarboy

(n) ─ umemiya hajime swears you taste like sugar

if you asked umemiya hajime to describe what your kisses taste like, he’d tell you they taste like sugar

sugarboy tends to grapevines & tomato shoots as you sit pretty on the roof bench, brush in hair and tune on your tongue as summer sweat evaporates from your skin. you’ve been up here for hours and god, the boredom is killing you, but when ume hums contently as he plucks weeds for the nth time you can’t bring yourself to tell him you want to leave.

“ume ?”

“baby ?”

the pet name seems to catch his attention. he turns to you, lips bent in a clumsy smile as blood-orange dribbles down his chin. has he been eating the strawberries? you bite back a laugh at the sight of your boyfriend.

“need something, doll ?”

you beckon him over and he does, almost stumbling on runners and roots as he makes his way towards your arms. you smell like star jasmine & myrtle oil, so umemiya can’t help but stifle a sneeze as he buries his head in the crook of your neck.

“ume, you’re getting strawberry all over me”

his lips envelop yours in a sticky apology, strawberry seeping between the folds of your lips as his tongue swipes above the base of your mouth. a muffled ‘mph’ escapes your lips as you tug at ume’s hair, a silent plea for him to lessen his pace. his hurried kisses leave strawberry dribbling down your chin and unto your dress, and god knows how frustrated you’ll be if the stains don’t come off in the washer.

after a series of sloppy, disconnected kisses, umemiya lets you go for good.

“god, you taste like sugar”

umemiya hajime was your sugarboy, and boy did he love his sugar.

© ─ heartkaji ; do not steal, edit, translate or reupload

[narcjsistx]

Can i request something about Umemiya Hajime?

Was honestly thinking about scenarios of him secretly dating a timid and studious reader who studies in an all girls school and they never expected she'd fall in love with the leader of Bofurin, their personalities are huge opposite but i think that dynamic would be adorable.

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— You are you

Sitting on a park bench, the sun caresses my skin with its first spring warmth. I removed my school jacket earlier, leaving it folded next to me, and I enjoy the light breeze that passes through my blouse, while the sleeves are rolled up just above the elbows. I observe the people passing by, the familiar faces of those who live in this small town. I see them leading their lives, immersed in the usual monotony: the elderly lady walking her dog, the owner of the bar arranging the tables outside, the children racing with their bicycles on the streets still damp from the morning rain

It amazes me how almost surreal the quiet has become since the Bofurin students started helping this place. Umemiya often brags about his boys, and it always makes me laugh a little that he talks about them as if he were a father

Suddenly, I hear a voice calling me in the distance. I turn around and, in an instant, Umemiya's face is inches from mine. His presence takes me by surprise, but immediately makes me smile. His face is radiant, as always, full of that swagger that makes him unique "Y/n Chan!" in his hand he waves two bags from the local bakery, full of sweets that they distribute for free only to Bofurin students "Look what I brought!" he exclaims, with the enthusiasm of a child who has just won a prize. He's so different from me, so self-centered and extroverted. While I prefer the tranquility of moments like this, he always seems to live to the fullest, as if every day is a new adventure. But that's exactly what I love about him, even though our lives are so different

While I wouldn't even know what pose to throw a punch, he is the commander of the Bofurin, also called the strongest guy in the whole city

"What did you get this time?" I ask seeing the two bags, which give off a sweet smell of bread "I think they are donuts and some desserts with cream. Maybe even some sandwiches" he says opening the first bag, which is full of delicacies. Here it is normal to give anything to Furin students, especially to Ume. Sometimes I even feel guilty about eating what he receives, because I know it's not directed at me "Here, this looks delicious" he says, passing me a sandwich with cream and strawberries, which although I would like to avoid out of courtesy, I accept because I'm hungry. I give the sandwich a bite, which is full of cream. Some of it gets on my nose, but as soon as the guy notices it he removes it with his finger. I smile at him to thank him with my cheeks filled with dessert, while he wipes his finger on a handkerchief "Be slow, otherwise it could hurt your stomach afterwards"

At a certain point, however, something catches my attention. In passing, I notice some female figures in the distance, barely distinguishable among the trees in the park. They seem to be watching us, but they are far enough away that it is difficult to understand who they are. I squint, trying to focus, but the girls remain indistinct, like blurry shadows amid the spring light

"Do you know them?" Ume asks noticing what I'm looking at "I don't know. They're too far away to see clearly..." I say biting another piece from the sandwich. I try not to give it too much thought, but I can't help but wonder who they might be and why they're watching us. Maybe it's just my impression, or maybe they're simply curious, attracted by Umemiya's contagious energy, which always manages to attract attention without even realizing it. Also, he's famous here, so they could probably be looking at him rather than me

I look away and focus on him again. His laughter brings me back to the present, to the moment we are living in. I decide not to worry too much, to let go of that fleeting thought. While we are still sitting on the bench, intent on chatting and enjoying the desserts, I notice out of the corner of my eye that the figures in the distance are getting closer. As they get closer, I can distinguish them better: there are five girls, and my blood immediately runs cold. I recognize them. They are all classmates in the same class as me

My heart starts to beat faster, and that feeling of tranquility I had just experienced vanishes in an instant. I hadn't recognized them from afar because they were wearing normal clothes, different from our usual school uniforms. Seeing them like this, outside of the school environment, caught me off guard. I don't know why they are coming towards us, but I suddenly feel completely exposed. My shy side emerges forcefully. I feel small, vulnerable, as if every single flaw is visible to their eyes. I never spoke to any of them at school, and now the idea of having to interact with them in this context terrifies me. Umemiya is here next to me, but her presence, instead of reassuring me, makes me feel even more embarrassed. I don't want them to see it, I don't want them to think that we are... something, because it would make him look bad being with me, who am his complete opposite. Yet, he doesn't seem the least bit disturbed by their presence, continuing to smile and talk as if nothing had happened

I would like to run away, escape that embarrassing encounter, but I can't move. The girls get closer and closer, and I stiffen, looking down. I feel my cheeks burning with shame. I don't know what to say, I don't know how to behave. I wish I could disappear, become invisible. There is nothing more difficult for me than dealing with social situations like this, where the judgment of others seems to weigh like a boulder

When they are finally in front of us, one of them greets us with a smile "Y/s? Is that really you?" a girl asks, covering her mouth in surprise. Umemiya, on the other hand, welcomes them with his usual confidence, and I can't help but admire him, even if, at this moment, I would just like to be somewhere else, far from here

They're all smiling, and before I can even say anything, they start peppering me with questions "What are you doing here?" "Did you go out together?" "How long have you been seeing each other?" "But is it Umemiya from Bofurin?" "What are you two doing together?" they ask in chorus, with a curiosity that makes me feel even more embarrassed. My heart is pounding, and my cheeks are burning with shame. I don't know how to answer, I don't even know if I should answer. The words catch in my throat as I desperately try to find something to say that doesn't sound stupid or inappropriate. Umemiya, at my side, remains silent, observing the scene with a calm that I cannot understand

He's usually so bold and talkative, but now he seems to have decided to stay on the sidelines. The girls keep talking to me, making assumptions, laughing among themselves, and I feel smaller and smaller. Their every word is a blow to my self-esteem, every laugh a reminder that I am not like them, so confident and comfortable in every situation. I can't look them in the eyes, I keep my gaze down, trying to hide my nervousness. I wish I could dissolve

"Girls, girls, girls!" the boy finally intervenes, shifting attention to him "Are you friends whit my girlfriend?" he asks with a nonchalance that I finally recognize. Time seems to stop for an instant. The girls stare at him in disbelief, their eyes wide and their mouths slightly open. Their buzz stops, replaced by a silence full of amazement. I remain motionless, completely paralyzed. My heart beats even faster, and I feel the heat rising to my cheeks

The girls exchange quick glances, obviously shocked by the revelation. None of them seem to know how to react. For a moment, everything I had feared materializes before my eyes: their judgment, their surprise, their invasive curiosity

Finally, one of the girls breaks the silence with a nervous giggle, trying to mask her shock. "We never expected this!" she exclaims, while the others nod, still surprised "Yes, well, not for something against Y/s, absolutely! It's strange just seeing her with..." says another girl, and she doesn't finish the sentence but it's implied that she means Umemiya. A few other girls in the group nod. I can't say anything, but I feel the warmth of Umemiya's hand touching mine, a reassuring gesture that makes me understand that I'm not alone. The girls, after a few more confused comments, seem to understand that they won't get any more information from us, and slowly begin to say goodbye, still with that incredulous expression on their faces

When they finally leave, breathing a sigh of relief, I turn to Umemiya. He smiles at me, with that smile of his that always manages to reassure me, and I, despite everything, manage to smile back to my lover. Even if, hidden behind that smile of his, he's absolutely understood my discomfort. Ume stands up and holds out his hand to help me do the same "Come on, I'll walk you home" he says in that reassuring tone of voice I know so well

We walk side by side along the park path, and the tension I had tried to hide begins to melt. But as we walk away from the bench, my thoughts return to what just happened. I can't help but feel like I've lived one of my worst nightmares. Since Umemiya and I have been together, for almost a year now, we have always decided to keep our relationship private. Not for lack of feeling or commitment, but simply because neither of us likes gossip. And more importantly, we wanted to prevent his enemies from targeting me to harm him. I have always known that Umemiya's life is not without risk, and his reputation, along with the people around him, are often balanced on a thin thread

Yet, today, all this has been put to the test. As I walk beside him, I wonder if, with that brief encounter, we have ruined everything we have tried to protect for so long. The girls in our class know about us now, and I can't stop thinking about what would happen if word got out. What if some of Umemiya's enemies found out? What if my presence in his life became a weapon against him?. I feel guilty, as if I had betrayed our promise of confidentiality. Maybe if I hadn't been so embarrassed, if I had been more confident, Umemiya wouldn't have felt the need to step in and openly declare our relationship

I turn to him, trying to read his thoughts, but his face is serene, as if none of this bothers him "Are you sure you're okay, honey?" he asks with a reassuring smile, as if he sensed my anxiety. Even though I try to hide it, I know that something has changed, and I can't help but worry "This afternoon I would have expected it to be different" I say keeping my gaze lowered. He thinks about it for a few moments, before putting a hand on my shoulder to squeeze our hips together "Do you seriously care about those girls? I mean, I wouldn't give them as much weight as you are doing" he says rolling his eyes, trying to keep things light. I sigh, playing with the sleeves of the uniform jacket that I put back on in the meantime "It's just that I'm sorry for having forced you to make things public when we had decided to keep it private..." I say a little uncertain

Hearing my words, Umemiya burst out laughing. I'm surprised by his behavior and for a second I have the idea that he's laughing to keep from crying "Are you really worried about such a tiny thing? I thought you were worried because those are your bullies or something..." he says continuing to laugh. I raise an eyebrow, confused "My thing is no small matter! I broke our promise and let you down!" I say, clenching my fists, but the boy stops and lowers himself to my height "You could never disappoint me, or at least not for such a tiny thing. And then, if we've been together for so long, it would have happened sooner or later, right?" he says, running a hand through my hair. I purse my lips to try not to seem sorry since he doesn't want to see me like this, but I can't: inside I really feel like I made a mistake, that the blame for this is exclusively mine

"Y/n, really, don't get paranoid about things like that. Yes, we agreed to keep it private, but what does it matter now? You think I'm so weak that I can't protect you if something happened, do you really underestimate me like that?" he says jokingly for the last few sentences. I giggle at his words, feeling a little less guilty "Y/n, you are you. You could never willingly do something to me to annoy me. It's not a trait of your character to be mean" he says caressing my cheek, placing a kiss on my forehead. I sigh, deciding that maybe today I can let go and completely trust what he says

It's that despite being so different, we are linked by something that I didn't think I would create so well. If anything ever happens, we'll just handle it

[umem1ya]

SECRECY ; wind breaker x reader

when your relationship isn't exactly public yet.

✧ characters; hajime umemiya, haruka sakura, hayato suo, mitsuki kiryu, jo togame, ren kaji, yamato endo ✧ tags; secret relationship/dating, not suggestive but depends how you look ig

✧ e.txt: NAH BC I WAS SHAKING, lmk if I fucked up endo massively pls. I kinda like it a lot. kinda am not sure if it feels like him. i'll get better at it I promise. for himst and the endo girlies (me) <3

[faintrustle]

UMEMIYA HAJIME:

[hayatoseyepatch]

Description: A birthday confession with Hajime Umemiya ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ Character:Hajime Umemiya Word Count:1K Contains: Fem!Reader x Hajime Umemiya. Fluff.

Authors Note: This is just a little belated birthday drabble for @littleplantfreak I hope you had an amazing day!! Also, again congrats on 100 followers Mari, that's such a big milestone and I'm so proud of you!! So please have some Ume to celebrate

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Umemiya could remember the first birthday of yours you had both spent together vividly. He had spent the better part of the morning scrubbing every viable surface in his apartment in preparation for your arrival. Umemiya was acutely aware of his feelings for you. His heart raced and cheeks flushed in your presence. He knew exactly what that meant. He would never admit it out loud to anyone, but he knew. Umemiya wasn’t the best cook, not by any means. He could grow just about any plant you could think of, however, preparing it? He was hopeless. When you had mentioned your love for cooking while perusing the garden shop you both often frequented, he had jumped at the opportunity to invite you over so you could both cook together to celebrate your day.

The mere domesticity of the action leading to him daydreaming about coming home to you after a long day. The two of you next to each other cooking in your kitchen after a long day. Or dancing in the sunlight, your flourishing garden in the backdrop where he would pull you by your wrist, twirling you and gliding along to an invisible song, looking into your eyes before dropping to one kn-

He jumped at the sound of your raps on his door, called back to reality. Clearing his throat to shake the nervousness, he makes his way to the door, impossible to keep the grin from his face upon seeing you. He returns the hug you give him relishing in your touch, eyes closed as he takes in the warmth of your embrace, fighting back the whine that had bubbled in his throat at the loss of you when you pull away. He had ushered you into his apartment, leading you to the kitchen where the groceries sat. “I double and triple-checked the list you sent me, so hopefully everything is there!” He beamed, watching as you hopped up on the counter to pull up the recipe. Sending him that smile that makes his heart beat in his ears as you returned the expression. Teasing him with a “Look we are the same height now pretty boy.”

“I still think I still have some height on ya, sunflower.” His face had been so hot at the petname, he was sweating at this point. Trying not imagine being between your legs, resisting the urge to walk over there and rest his hands on your hips, to pull you towards him and do everything he had ached to do for the better part of the last year since he had met you. Little did he know that was just the beginning of the cracks forming in his resolve. He tried desperately to pay attention to the words coming from those glossy lips of yours. Not even noticing he had begin to inch closer and closer to you. Simply humming every now and then as you spoke.

Umemiya was strong, both physically and mentally, though he was a hairline away from placing a large hand on the small of you back, dipping you romantically with one hand on the back of your neck to keep you steady as he finally, finally placed his lips over yours. As he had said before, he often found himself dazing off, daydreaming these scenarios while in your presence. But it wasn’t until your hands moved to grip the soft material of his sweater that he had realized he was no longer daydreaming. He was feeling the plush of your soft lips against his own, a feeling he had craved from the moment he had first laid his eyes on you. He sighs through his nose in contentment, the boundary had already been crossed, and you weren’t pulling away so he was going to enjoy this while he could. He would deal with the repercussions of his actions after the fact. His lips do try chasing yours when you pull away, though looking down at you with large hopeful eyes at the delicate touch you graced him with when cupping his cheek. Looking down at the surprised expression that dawned you beautiful features when he opened his eyes. Smiling sheepishly as he takes your hand in his own. Kissing your knuckles as he begins to speak.

“I know that may have seemed sudden, but I want you to know it was anything but spontaneous. I have been thinking and dreaming of doing that from the moment I first heard your laughter fill my ears. From the second I saw you smile at me for the first time.” He smiles, his eyes softened with adoration as he presses his forehead against yours. “Sunflower, you mean more to me than words could ever possibly say. If you don’t feel the same I’ll understand but I need you to know. You are the first thing on my mind when I open my eyes every morning and the very last thing I think of before falling asleep. You run circles in my mind constantly. I’m surprised Hiragi hasn’t strangled me for having to listen to me speak of you endlessly.” He laughs delicately, kissing your knuckle once more as his eyes gaze longingly into your own.

“So, honeybee, I know I’ve gotten a bit ahead of myself.. but would you consider being mine?” The look In his eyes was hopeful, heart racing in his ears as he waited with bated breath for your response. It was his turn to be surprised when you surged forward lips captured his own. He couldn’t help but smile into the kiss as he felt you nod, relaxing into your embrace. And as his arms wrapped around your smaller form, mentally cursing himself for how long it had taken him to make this jump. Hajime Umemiya had finally found his home, and that was right here in your arms. And years later he would find himself in a similar position, gazing lovingly in your eyes as you both celebrated yet another one of your birthdays. His heart racing in his chest as he thumbed the small velvet box in his pocket.

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