#ren kaji smut

[hayatoseyepatch]

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Description: Getting kinky with the windbreaker boys. I have so many thoughts about these men and I just needed to get them out of my system. Characters: Toma Hiragi, Ren Kaji, Haruka Sakura, Hayato Suo, & Yamato Endo. Word Count: 2.2k Tags: fem!reader, brat taming, praise, somnophilia, edging, mommy kink, dacryphilia, consent non consent, choking, degradation, oral (fem!receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk.

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a/n: These are more like thirsts than headcannons but oh well. I might expand on some of these eventually and turn them into full fics if I can sit down and commit to it. It the mental illness, innit? Regardless, I hope you enjoyed these little blurbs! Special shout out to @foxyfiction & @to-eden for helping me with the prompts for some of these, you both are amazing. <3

I also have a masterlist now, if you’re interested that could be found : HERE

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Brat Taming

Hiragi had enough of you today, your skirt pulled up high, a constant switch in your hips while on patrol today with the Tamon team. Constantly teasing him, whether it was pulling him into an alley for an impromptu make out session, bending over in front of him letting him catch a glimpse of your already wet panties, or rubbing against his perpetually hard cock as you “just needed to slip past him real quick”. He was patient, tension building throughout the day coming to a fever pitch when you had both made it back to your shared apartment. He was on you in moments, lifting the back of your skirt to lay a harsh lap to you ass. Grabbing a fistful of your hair as he growls in your ear. “ I want you on that bed and I want you completely bare, do you understand?” He releases you hair, watching as you strip for him, climbing on the bed moments after you do.

Grabbing a hold of your cheeks with a rough hand he forces you to look up at him, eyes glazed over with arousal. Squishing your cheeks he props your mouth open, shoving a long digit past your lips. He grins as your mouth instinctively wraps around the digit, pumping the finger in and out of your lips, eyes rolling back as he feels your tongue wrap around the digit. Sucking his teeth as you shoot him a wink as he stuffs a second digit in your mouth. “Such a fucking brat, you know that?” He forces your thighs apart, free hand punctuating his words with a harsh slap to your dripping cunt.

His fingers sliding down, his fist two digits using your saliva that coated them to rub fast smooth circles against the sensitive bud. “Don’t forget your still getting punished baby.” He tsks giving you a sharp toothed grin. “Look at your pretty cunt, clenching around nothing, poor baby.” He coos, leaning down to your ear, lips grazing the shell to whisper. “You’re going to have to come from just my fingers before you can have my cock baby, think you can do that for me, hmm?”

Praise (Receiving)

Kaji had lost his temper once more, today a fight had broken out. One of the members of the opposing gang had harshly grabbed your arm, tugging you against him spitting extremities about the things he plandded to do to you. The words coupled with the fear in your wide eyes had Kaji seeing red. Completely blacking out in a fit of rage, he hated his, he especially hated you seeing him like this. The few times he had lost his temper in front of you, he ran, unable to face you. But not this time, you wouldn’t let him run from you. Grabbing the sleeve of his jacket you were quick to take him back to your apartment, silencing whatever apologies or exasperations with your lips against his.

Walking him backward toward your bedroom you wait for the back of his knees to hit the mattress. Pushing him to sit down as you climb on his lap. Mouths entangling in a heated embrace, clothes being pulled from each others bodies in a rush of passsion. Kaji trails kisses down your exposed body, lips wrapping arount a perked bud taking your nipple into his mouth. You rocked your hips against his, gronaing into the air. Your hands unfaten his pants, and with his help you pull his cock from his pants. You give him a smile, stroking his cheeks, eyes soft with fondness. “You're such a good boy Ren, always so good to me.”

You coo, the praise falling from your lips as you place one more kiss to his lips. Moving to grab him by the base, positioning him at your entrance, the desperate look in his eyes is all the confirmation you need to sink down on his length. You bite your lip, letting out a whimper at the feeling of his thick cock filling you to the brim. You tangle one hand in his hair, pulling lightly on his blonde strands, while the other moves up to his shoulder, nails digging into the skin. Pulling away only far enough to mumble into his lips. “Fuck, Ren.. Feel so good, you fill me up so good baby. I love you so much.”

Somnophillia

You wake feeling something warm between your legs. It isn’t long before your head is thrown back against the pillows you were once sleeping soundly against, voice crying out in pleasure as your boyfriend’s tongue draws slow patterns on your sensitive clit. You look down at him eyes lidded with sleep and now lust. “Haru.. what are you doing?” You mumble, blinking the sleep from your eyes. Between your thighs you can feel his cheeks heat up, a feirce blush on his features. He barely pulls from your cunt, mumbling against your center. “Couldn’t sleep, needed to taste you, ‘m want you so bad.”

He groans, hips rutting into the mattress, desperate for some friction to his aching cock. Any further arguments are silenced by a loud moan erupting from your lips, Sakura licks a fat stripe up your clit brfore reattaching his lips fully to your nub. He eats your cunt with such desperation, as if he needed to conume you to keep air in his lungs. His tongue is soon replaced by the rough pad of his thumb, head ducking lower to slide his tongue inside of your entrance, sliding against the silk walls of your pussy. He groans deep in his throat, the vibrations of the noise only enhancing the pleasure you’re feeling. ”Always taste so fucking good, need more..” He groans, pulling from your center, he slides up your body lips attacking yours with reckless hunger. He slid the material of his boxers down in one swift motion, grabbing himself by the base of his cock, collecting your wetness on the tip of his cock using it to ease himself inside your velvety walls.

He lets out a loud groan as he fully sheaths his cock inside you, head dipping to capture your lips with his own. The kiss is immediately laced with hunger, teeth clashing and tongues dancing in each others mouths. He pulls away, heavy breaths fanning against your lips as he sets a harsh steady pace from the start. “Fuck baby… can’t even sleep without you consuming my thoughts. Need you desperately… constantly.. feel like I’ll lose it if I’m not inside of you.”

Edging/Mommy Kink

You place a delicate kiss to his lips, trailing your kisses down his body until you were situated between his thighs. Looking up at him with hooded eyes from your current position. “You weren't lying baby boy. Look at how hard you are.” You grin, not letting him answer as you gave a few experimental tugs to his cock. Leaning up to lick a fat stripe from his base to his tip, collecting the pre come that had been steadily dripping since you had begun. Pulling away and leaning up once again, you grab his face in your hand, forcing his mouth open before letting your saliva mixed with his precum drip from your mouth to his. Placing a hand over his mouth, you lean down to his ear. “Swallow baby, I want you to taste us.”

You take his shock as an opportunity to lower yourself back down between his legs, swirling your tongue around his sensitive mushroom tip, taking as much as your throat would allow, hollowing your cheeks. Beginning to bob your head up and down on  his cock. Choji tugged at the cloth around his wrists, restraining himself as much as he could to not buck his hips. Failing miserably as his body writhed under yours He cried out as he felt your warm mouth around his cock, tears collecting by the corners of his eyes. Whimpers and cries falling from his lips as he found every ounce of restraint to not let his body betray him. The could in his stomach building once more for what seemed like the umpteenth time that evening. He didn’t want to fuck all of this up and receive punishment even further. “Mommy, please your mouth is so warm… be careful. I dont wanna come.. too soon.”

You grin around him, looking up at him through your lashes, nearly removing yourself from him before plunging back down, taking him until you feel him hit the back of your throat. You do this a few more times before pulling yourself off his cock with a 'pop'. You make your way up his body, getting impatient yourself, feeling your cunt clench around nothing. Straddling his abdomen, right above where he needed you most,  pressing your lips against his in a heated kiss. Desperately trying not to show that you were just as affected by your actions. You grab a fistful of his hair, tugging harshly, effectively separating your lips as you speak against his lips. “Tell mommy what you want baby boy. Go on, use your words I want to hear you.”

Dacryphillia

Each one of your pleas fog his mind with uncontrollable lust. Wram brown irises drowning in it. “So desperate for me already, darling, we havent even begun the main event.” He teases, directly into your ear, as he finally lines the tip of his thick cock with your entrance. Suo had been teasing you for what seemed like hours. Pulling orgasm after orgasm from your overstimulated cunt. Having made you come undone on his fingers and tongue several times, your pussy having felt desperatly empty without his cock filling you. He grins as you whine, his head just barely probing your entrance. “Please, Haya.” You whimper desperate for him to do something, anything, tears blurring your vision as they collected at your lashline.

“Please?” He tiles his head in mocking obliviousness. “Please what princess? Gotta tell me what to do or I cant help you, tell me what is it that you want?” He coos, free hand sliding up your stomach, thumb circling a pert nipple. Grinning he leans down tugging on your earlobe with this teeth, breaths fanning against your ear as he continues to speak. “Want me to fill this pretty pussy up with my cock? Feeling you flutter against me, whimpering out my name from those beautiful lips. Is that what youre asking for my pretty little bunny?”

He grins eyes lithe with mischief as you continue to babble, words coming out in a jumbled mess of pleas and calls of his name. Fat tears stream down your cheeks, desperation for him consuming your entire being. Suo’s hand coming up to caress your cheek. Thumb swiping at the tears that cascaded down your face. “Oh, sweet baby” He purrs, slipping the same thumb past your lips, letting you taste the salty wetness of your tears. “Crying for me already? We’ve barely even started.” He giggles, hips lurching forward, slamming into you to the hilt with one swift movement of his hips. Groaning as your back arches from the bed, eyes rolling back with a scream of his name being forced from your lips. “As much as I’d love to hear you beg for it, ive been waiting for too long for you my princess.~”

Cat and Mouse/CNC

Your breaths come out in heavy pants, your heart racing in your chest, your feet slamming against the grassy terrain as you run as fast as your legs can carry you. The shadow of the figure on your tail looming behind you. You pushed further, weaving in and out of trees to shake your assailant. The dark wooded area was easy to get lost in. You had only paused your running for a moment, attempting to take in your soundings, looking for a route to escape. Attempting to catch your breath, you were sure you had lost him. Just as you were about to turn on your heel and take off once more your eyes shoot wide, feeling fingers of a large hand wrap themselves around your throat. Your attacker using their grip as leverage  to shove you roughly against a tree, the larger figure looms over yours. Tattooed fingers squeezing just enough to make gaining air flow a bit difficult. Lips grazing your ear as he leans down to your height. “Gotcha~”

Endo’s piercing blue eyes lock with yours, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. Tongue invading your mouth, free hand coming up to cup your dripping cunt. Fingers circling your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. He smirks against your lips as you moan into his mouth. Pulling from you, he quickly removes your soiled panties, running his finger between your soaked slit. Bringing his finger to his lips taking in the way you taste, moaning around his fingers.

“Fuck doll, you taste so fucking good. Already so fucking wet for me.” He uses his thumb to force your mouth open, spitting a glob of saliva between your parted lips. “Go on babydoll, taste yourself.” He chuckles as you instinctively swallow, turning you in his embrace so your bent over. Flipping up your skirt, he leans back to take all of you in, eyes hungrily wracking over your exposed sex. Parting your folds with a thumb, watching as your entrance contracts around nothing a large grin splits across his face as he lands a harsh slap against your ass. “Gotta remind you who this belongs too huh? This cunt is mine princess.”

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Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed! I already have a part two in mind for this, so keep an eye out. Until then, see you later!

[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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[kingkatsuki]

— sucker

Okay okay, just one more and then I’m done.

Kaji fucks you with one of his lollipops. That’s it, that’s the post.

Pairing: Kaji Ren x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, cunnilingus, spit, he fucks you with his lollipop, cum tasting (do I need to warn for that idk), not proofread.

Word Count: 1.7k.

You look so perfect like this, Kaji thinks as he admires you sprawled out beneath him. Your pretty eyes stare up at him through thick lashes as you covet his attention; attention that he’s more than willing to give to you.

Kaji’s lollipop rattles against his teeth as he moves it to the side of his mouth, nestled against his cheek as you see it protrude against the skin. It makes him look cute, compared to the smoldering gaze of his dark grey eyes searing through you. His warm palms smooth against the apex of your thighs as you wriggle beneath him, your skirt already bunched at your hips to give him the view of your cute cotton panties.

He’s gentle as he curls his fingers into the hem of your underwear, a stark contrast to the rough callouses on his hands that catch against your smooth skin. Peeling the fabric down he leaves them dangling around one of your ankles.

“You this wet already?” He hums, his hand moving to the stick of his lollipop in contemplation as he admires the sight of you.

“Shut up,” You whine, flustered as you wriggle your hips in a silent plea. Your poor clit is desperate for attention as it throbs dramatically between your thighs.

“Make me.” He teases back, muffled by the lollipop between his lips as he pulls it out, licking his lips.

Holding the stick steady as he ran the sticky sweet through your messy folds, collecting your juices on the surface of it as the lollipop catches your clit. Your hips jerk in response as he repeats the motion, carefully rolling the ball of it against your clit from side to side as he applies a slight pressure.

“So pretty,” He hums, leaving a sticky trail in his wake as he dragged the lollipop further down to press against your tight entrance. Swirling the stick between his thumb and forefinger as he watches your greedy hole desperately try to suck it in.

“You’re such a tease,” You huff, staring up at the ceiling in irritation as Kaji continues to tease you.

“No, I’m not,” He replies with a lazy smile, and before you have a chance to hit him with another cocky retort he pushes the ball of the sweet inside your velvety walls.

The quick motion steals the air from your lungs as you choke back a whine, your hips bucking beneath him as he starts a languid pace. The stretch is barely there as your walls flutter around it, trying to push it deeper as he fucks the lollipop inside you. His free hand smooths along your thigh, as warm lips press a lingering kiss to your inner knee.

“You’re making such a mess,” Kaji grins as he watches your essence leak from your hole, drooling down the curve of your ass. He shamelessly pulls the sweet from your hole, holding it in the air so you could see your pearlescent slick glistening on the peach sucker.

A needy, pathetic whine airs low in your throat when Kaji holds the lollipop to his lips as the flat of his tongue pokes out to swipe at it. Writhing beneath him at the implication as you imagine his tongue lapping at your clit in the same way, fucking into you like he had the lollipop do moments earlier.

“You taste so fucking good.” He grunts, shifting his hips as his cock strains against the tight skinny jeans he’s wearing. The zipper is rough against his boxers to give him slight gratification as he presses the heel of his hand against it.

Kaji moves the lollipop back to your cunt as he leaves another sticky line against your outer folds, dragging it in a sloppy circle around your cunt whilst deliberately avoiding where you need it most.

“I told you you’re a tease.” You huff, practically pouting at him as his lips curl into a sly smirk. Bringing the lollipop towards your hole as he pushes it in without warning, immediately curling his wrist to press the round, firm top of it against the spongy spot inside you, “Oh, fuck—”

“I dunno,” He mumbles, deliberately fucking the lollipop against your sweet spot, “It seems like you like it.”

And you did like it, your hips meeting his movements as you fucked yourself on the sweet. Rolling your hips as he watched your walls tremble and throb around the thin white stick, barely the same girth as one of his fingers. Your poor, needy hole desperate to feel full.

“Want your mouth.” You press, gasping when he lets the lollipop still inside you. Letting go of the stick in favour of thumbing your puffy clit as he watches it bob inside you, working you towards your release.

“Cum for me first.” He coaxes, and you find yourself obeying.

“I’m not a dog, you jerk! I can’t just— oh,” You break off into a sultry moan as you feel yourself tumbling into bliss. The sloppy figure of eights he presses against your sensitive nub enough to have you crying out for him as the coil inside you snaps, thrashing beneath him as you reach your peak.

“Sorry, what was that?” The side of Kaji’s lips curls into a smirk as he pulls the lollipop from your hole, deliberately dragging it back up through your folds to press against your oversensitive clit before reaching over your body to offer it to you, “Cause it sounded like you were cumming.”

“Stop it, Ren.” Your cheeks burn as you feel molten lava flood through your veins.

“Nah, I don’t think I will.” He laughs.

Your cunt still pulses from the aftershocks of your release as he smooths a palm along your sternum before venturing higher. The stick of the lollipop still poised between his thumb and forefinger as he taps the sticky surface of the lollipop against your lips.

“Hold this for me, baby.” He hums softly, pressing the sticky sucker against your pouty bottom lip. Groaning as your tongue pokes out obediently in your post-orgasm haze to wrap around the peach sweet as you draw it inside your mouth, tasting yourself on your tongue, “See how good you taste?”

He palms himself through his jeans in a feeble attempt to satiate the throb of his heavy cock as his pre begins to soak through the dark denim. Adjusting himself he curls his hands beneath the plush of your thighs, holding you open as grey eyes stare up at you. Meeting your gaze as he presses a lingering, open-mouthed kiss to your clit as your hips jolt in response. Still sensitive from the intense climax he gifted you moments earlier as you keen beneath him. Kaji licks your labia, tasting the mixture of you and the peach lollipop residue on his tongue before tightening his grip on your thighs.

The lollipop clashes against your teeth as you try to stop it from hitting the back of your throat in response. Pushing it against the lining of your cheeks as you drool around it, swallowing thickly as Kaji drags his tongue through your slick, following the same sweet path the lollipop had taken.

“Shit, shit, shit,” You whimper when you feel his tongue prod at your tight entrance, slurping at you like a man starved as he sucks the mess between your thighs. Keeping it inside his mouth before crudely spitting it back onto your cunt, the debauched noise causing you to cry out for him.

Your fingers card through his hair, messing up his flat fringe as you pushed it away from his forehead. Curling your fingers through it as you tug softly, trying to get him to give your needy cunt more attention as the coil inside you began to wind again.

Kaji collects the moisture back on his tongue as he moves to lap at your clit, tongue lashing against the sensitive nub as he pushes two slender fingers inside you. Immediately curling them towards the spot he knew like the back of his hand as he worked you towards your release.

“You feel tighter now,” He hums, “Gotta stretch you out for my cock, baby.”

“Ren.” You cry out, your thighs squeezing around his cheeks as he continues his steady pace, “‘m close.”

He took this as an invitation as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard. Cheeks hollowed like they would when he had a sucker between his lips, staring up at you with hungry eyes.

“Oh, fuck,” Your nails drag against his scalp as you scramble for purchase, holding his head steady as you unabashedly grind your cunt against his mouth. Kaji’s long fingers still fucking into you with vigour as you continue to grind your hips against his face, using him for your own pleasure as you teeter on the edge of another climax.

“That’s it, sweet girl,” His voice vibrates against your clit, “Get yourself off, just like that—”

Spit pools in your mouth from the lollipop as you try to remember to swallow, trapping it between your cheek and teeth as you feel yourself succumb to the pleasure.

Kaji doesn’t utter a word, instead focusing on your climax as he works you through it. His fingers are constant against the spongy spot inside you while his tongue lashes against your clit. Pressing a palm against your pelvis to stop your hips from bucking wildly as he fucks you through your release. White spots blank your vision as you try feebly to blink them away, your walls tremble around his fingers as he helps ease you down from your high. Following the motion of your hips as he prolongs your pleasure, the little shockwaves continue to roll through you.

Kaji sits up from his position between your thighs as he leans forward to grab the white stick from between your teeth. His eyes focused intently as he watched your lips obediently part to give the sweet treat back to him, as he placed it back inside his mouth. The stick shifts back to the side of his lips as he unzips his skinny jeans just enough to free his drooling cock, a strong palm wrapped around it as he prepared to push it against your still fluttering hole. Smoothing the blunt tip through your folds to coat it in your essence before he presses against your tight entrance, immediately feeling the true stretch.

“I want your mouth empty so I can hear every little sound.” He grins before pushing his cock into you with one sharp thrust, “You always look prettiest cumming on my cock.”

[togament]

𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄.

sakura, ume, suo, kaji, kiryu, endo, togame.

"ever imagined how it'd be like to be in the mood with them but damn it. You're separated by distance? Mhm. I got just the thing for you."

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: PHONE SEGGS UH OH!, language language swearing swearing, AFAB!reader, ume switchy :o, endo's a fucking menace :((((, TOGAMMMMEEEEEEE *howls!!!!! barks foaming at the mouth*, toy usage, your man straight up “jorking it” and by it haha well lets justr say his peanits, degradation on endo's part--general seggsy time stuff and needy boyfriends, NSFW STUFF MINORS DON’T INTERACT PLS.

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀.

✦ gotta guide him through it. At first, he didn’t really see the appeal of it. Why do it over the phone when you could meet up instead. ✦ but OH once he’s in the zone though, ONCE HE UNDERSTANDS? SEES THE LIGHT????? I’m wishing your pussy good luck because you’re doing it often. ✦ your phone rings sometimes at 2 am and you’re met with a panting Sakura. He sounds so apologetic too — he’s fought against calling you and just handling it himself. But he couldn’t help it. He has to call you. To hear you. ✦ “Strokin’ my cock right now. F-fuck m’sorry but can ya touch yourself for me too? Couldn’t get ya outta my head and I—ngh.. Need t’cum. Please, baby. It’ll be quick. Promise.” ✦ narrator’s voice: it was in fact, not quick at all. ✦ he likes sending over voicemails at night when he knows you're alone, when he's needy (which is often). ✦ it's mostly just of him panting into the receiver, recalling the events of the day and how each thing you did turned him on. You often end up sending each other voicemails to quench the thirst but god damn it. That doesn't come close to fucking.

𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀.

✦ another one of the ":o I don't see the appeal of phone sex when we could just see each other instead?" gang. He sees the vision real quick when you dropped something while you were talking though. You bent down to pick it up and let out a soft grunt. He couldn't stop his mind from wandering. ✦ BIG ON PRAISE. GRUNTS AND SIGHS INTO THE RECIEVER LIKE HIS LIFE DEPENDS ON IT. LOVES DOING IT WHILE HE'S LAYING DOWN, PANTS HURRIEDLY UNBUCKLED AND MESSY, SHIRT HAPHAZARDLY THROWN TO THE SIDE. PHONE WEDGED IN BETWEEN HIS CHEEK AND SHOULDER WHILE HE STARTS STROKING WITH ONE HAND AND THE OTHER TANGLED IN HIS HAIR, GRIPPING IT LIKE YOU WOULD--(gets dragged off stage kicking and screaming) ✦ big switch. He's Umemiya, after all. He's the feared and respected leader of the Bofurin for a damn reason. Very sweet when he's just in the mood on a random day, chuckling in between because that's just how the both of you are. It's fun! But when he hasn't seen you for a couple of days? Oh FUCK. When his voice would normally grow soft and whiney, has morphed into growled responses with him fucking his fist desperately, trying to remember how your cunt would swallow him whole. ✦ "G-Good girl, my good fuckin' girl. Filling your pussy up with that dildo you bought? Not good enough, huh?" he adds, grunting as he's imagining you fucking yourself with the dildo, panting and unsatisfied, knowing full well you need him filling you up instead. "I really miss you, babe. You'd look so pretty-gh-! Underneath me right now. So pretty." ✦ cums hard every time you're on call, grunting and wheezing out your name so desperately you almost feel like he's trying to summon you somehow. ✦ Thanks you for it too. It's cute!!! Ends with both of you cleaning yourselves up, still on call. You both often fall asleep together with your phones still on.

𝐒𝐔𝐎.

✦ you both call often. He just loves hearing your voice! Thing is, you never know when he's in the mood. But he somehow can tell whenever you are. What gave it away? Was it the way your breathing stilled when he let out a sigh when he stretched? Was it the way you tripped over your words when he lowered his voice just a tad? Was it when you were left speechless when he praised you for finishing a task you were putting off? Was his teasing working on you? Whoopsies. ✦ INSTRUCTIONAL WITH IT. He’s so good at directing you what to do. ✦ “Want you to imagine my fingers, dove. Why don’t you ease just two in for me? That’s my girl. Now curl them up a little. Keep your mind on me." ✦ you want him to feel good too :(((((( so you ask for him to do the same as you. Of course, he lets you beg a little first. Little did you know he was already fucking his fist before you even started. ✦ has one of your clothes or panties close by because he loves smelling them. He loves your scent. It helps him get off. Hell, he gets horny in public when he takes a whiff of your perfume. ✦ he gets more vocal when he cums and that’s when you KNOW for sure he’s jacking off while listening to you. String of expletives and grunts escape his lips while he spills onto his hand, dribbling down his knuckles while you’re riding out your high.

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓.

𝐊𝐀𝐉𝐈.

✦ FILTHY. FILTHY. FILTHY. ✦ doesn't have much toys but he has a tenga flip and uses it whenever he calls you. Can’t just go full hand and lube. (Probably has a warmer for it too. Mhm. Yeah.) ✦ another "clothes stealer". Has stolen your panties and shirts a couple of times. ✦ you can hear the wet squelching through the phone whenever he thrusts. Whether it’s lube or his cum, you could never ever tell. ✦ AGAIN, FILTHY. SO SO SO SO FILTHY. ✦ “y’getting off to this, huh? Listening to me fuck my toy? Fuckin’ know you’re soaking wet for me now. Lemme hear it. Lemme hear my pussy.” ✦ “keep up with me. Don’t you fuckin’ cum until I say so.” He barks, but he ends up cumming before you. He’s still pumping his sensitive cock waaay after he’s released though. He wants to hear you fall apart. ✦ bites back his whimpers but when he cums? Jesus. He’s stuttering out your name, repeating it like a damn prayer.

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐔.

✦ HAS SO MUCH TOYS HOLY FUCK. ✦ he sends over photos of them before he calls, wanting you (yes YOU, dear reader!) to pick the toy of the night!!! ✦ he’d much prefer doing your mutual masturbation over facetime but you suggested a voice call. Who is he to deny his princess? ✦ always opens with a syrupy sweet, “How’s my baby?” and eases you into it with him. He never starts without you or without your express approval. If you’re suddenly not in the mood, he gets it. It happens sometimes. You guys could just talk instead. ✦ praise praise praise. Whispers the raunchiest and sweetest things to you. Talks you through it, guides you. HE’S WAY TOO GOOD. ✦ “Need my pretty princess right now. Need ya to sit on my face—taste so good. Fuck… Your pretty little moans too. I’m addicted.” ✦ “Remember when I did that thing you liked with my tongue? Yeah? Want you to do that on your clit with your fingers. Circle around it f’me, princess. Mhm.. Oh? Not good enough? Need my piercing on it? Naughty.” ✦ PORNOGRAPHIC MOANS. SO FUCKING PRETTY??? You’ve asked for his permission to record some of them. Of course he lets you. ✦ sends photos of the aftermath if you want him to. His cum on his still clenched abs, his trimmed happy trail, over his belly button piercing. Yum. ✦ HAS DEFINITELY POSTED ON GWA YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.(it’s JOI too :(((( he’s secretly dedicated some audios for you. May or may not have accidentally whispered your name in one of his jerk off with me audios too :(((((((( man I’m sobbing into my pillow. Nobody touch me.)

𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎.

✦ you can’t look at this man and say he’s shit at phone sex. You can’t convince me otherwise. You just can’t. ✦ of course, he’s absolutely cracked at talking dirty to you. It’s always a mix of praise and degradation with him. ✦ he’d be happy if you just sent him nudes, really. But he’s over the moon once you suggested to do it over a call. Immediately is palming his hard on through his jeans while he’s waiting for you to pick up. Opens with a casual little, “hey, honey,” you wouldn’t know he’s practically going to town on his cock, hot to go. ✦ with how sweet he could be to you, he could be so, so fucking mean too. ✦ “My, my. That was such a pretty sound you just made. Wanna do that again for me? Wanna hear my pretty little cockslut begging for me while I fuck my fist. Yeaaah, just like that. Louder.” ✦ the type to send in voicemails at random times of the day. You know they’re exclusively for you since he’s practically chanting out your name while he fucks himself. You’ve made the mistake (plenty of times) of listening to some of them in public. Thank god your phone wasn’t on full volume but people definitely heard your boyfriend fucking his fist. ✦ you put him in his place when you get home by tying him down to the bed and edging him to hell and back and back again and back again and back again and—

𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

✦ THIS MANNN…. He knows how to use his voice. He KNOWS HOW TO USE HIS VOICE SOMEONE HOLD ME THE FUCK BACK— ✦ he really doesn't like texting. So you both often call each other at the end of the day when you're apart. You're often apart too, with work and with it taking you to different cities. He's home alone at your apartment with your pets, with your clothes beside him on the couch. See where this is going? :-)) ✦ "Miss ya. Fuck, I really miss ya. Even the cats miss yer constant yappin'-" he teases and he's palming his cock through his gray sweatpants when he hears you shoot a clever quip at him. "Mhh-doll, I really do fuckin' miss ya. Especially when we wake up in the mornin'? Yeah. When ya press yer ass up against me, miss how ya know how to touch me just right-" "Jo, are you touching yourself right now?" he has the gall to chuckle. "Wanna see?" He was so ready to switch to facetime, to show you how he's lazily dragging his fingers up and down his throbbing cock, gray sweatpants pulled down just enough to pull it out. But you wanna stay on the call. You're rushing to your bed, hand in your shorts as soon as you lay down. ✦ likes dirty talking. LOVES when you talk dirty to him back. He's whispering phrases like, "mhm, yeah?", "what do ya want me t'do to ya when you get back?", "what else, angel?" prodding you on, urging you to express your deepest desires to him because he's NEEDY NEEDY NEEDY. (He knows you're as eager as he is too) ✦ wants to cum with you so he edges himself until you say you're almost there. Wants to match your pace and tries to by listening to your breathing, the rhythm of your moans. Never fails to tell you he loves you after he cums. ✦ promises a huge surprise for you when you get back :-)

a/n: THESE WERE SO FUCKING FUN TO DO RRRRAAAAAHHHHHHHHHRHRHR!!!!!!!!!!!!! *insert werewolf ripping clothes open meme here* I hope you guys like it. The brainworms are wriggling mighty strong.

[eevees-hobbies]

Suo , Kaji and Umemiya are the type to grind your pussy on their crotch while making out , methinks ...

I’m feral. It’s 6AM, and I am READY, Megumi!!!

Ok, but can we truly analyze this??? Because these men have three distinct personalities so I truly feel in my vagina of vaginas that they do it with different intentions. Let’s talk about it.

Content Warning: Making out, teasing, being called a brat, heavy petting, dry humping, it’s smut! Minors Do Not Interact.

Hayato Suo grinds your pussy against his crotch while making out because he revels in teasing you. Suo isn’t enjoying himself unless he’s drawing out your pleasure, making you beg in your sweet, whiny voice that he has come to love personally, ripping from your throat. His headstrong, badass girl is brought to tears from friction and kissing? How cute. No amount of begging for more of him will save you.

“Now, where’s the fun in that? We’ve only just gotten started.”

You, in fact, have not just gotten started, but that’s a non-issue for Suo.

So while his hand is pressed against the back of your head, tongue in your mouth, with you laying flush against his chest where you fit perfectly like lock and key, he’s giving you slow, drawn-out rolls of his hips. Your core squeezes almost painfully every time you feel his hand press down against the small of your back, and he drags himself against your essence-dressed panties. 

And the contrast between you, who is panting, sweating, and groaning from a simple make-out and dry humping session, to him, who still looks perfectly put together, unbothered, and like he can keep doing this for hours, will have you feeling a little panicked—because Suo is nothing but patient.

But don’t worry, Suo just has a really good poker face. If you read him, which you can because you’re a clever girl, you’ll feel the occasional grumble of his chest when you bite his lip, and when he grinds against you, you’ll feel something so ridiculously hard, and is that a wet spot in his pants? 

Because Suo is still a man, after all. A man who is deliriously infatuated with you. And he can only be kept at bay for so long until that mask slips, and somewhere along during the making out and grinding, your panties and his boxers have disappeared, and he’s now guiding your heat-radiating, drooling mess of a cunt onto his throbbing dick.

“S-see? Doesn’t it feel so much better, o-oh god��when we wait, my love?”

Hajime Umemiya grinds your pussy against his crotch while making out because every part of him needs to come in contact with every part of you at all times. Umemiya loves a good, passionate makeout session. The taste of you? His favorite thing.

So when you’re sitting on the couch, and he pulls you in his lap, pressing firm lips against yours, lips that communicate their innate and irrevocable desire for you, who are you to refuse? 

And I’m sure I don’t have to tell you this, but Ume is an amazing kisser. His kisses always start deeply sensual, lips slotted against yours, moving languidly in between gentle words of affirmation.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

“You look so beautiful today.” 

“Your hair looks so pretty. Let me mess it up a little?” 

And unlike Suo, Umemiya doesn’t wear a mask to hide how much you affect him. He wears his desire for you on his sleeve and carries it like a badge of honor. 

Don’t get me wrong, you have a lot of power here. When you suck on his tongue, he’s moaning unabashedly into your mouth. When you slide your fingers into his coiffed hair and pull it at the roots, he’s shivering against your touch.

But Umemiya is still a big, powerful man who allows you to have control—until he doesn’t want you to anymore. 

Eventually, he’ll become so engrossed and taken over by how you make him feel that you’ll notice two firm hands gripping your hips in a way that makes it hard to move. You won’t have much range of motion as he drags his clothed cock against the seat of your panties.

Luckily for you, you don’t have to wait long to have Ume inside of you because torturing you is also torturing himself—and Ume can’t say no to you. If at any point you tell him that you need him, he’s nodding feverishly in agreement because:

“Y-yeah, I need you too, baby girl.” 

“Here, let’s just slip these panties to the side and-“

“Fuuuuck, ah, I better…give me a second, ok?” 

“I a-almost lost control there.”

Ren Kaji grinds your pussy against his crotch while making out because he likes to torture you both. 

While the previous two would grind you with clothes on, you and Kaji are both naked, lying side-by-side in each other's arms. He’s holding your face firmly in place with a well-placed hand gripping your chin, full-opened mouth kissing and allowing you to lick at his canines. 

And you’d think it would be just so easy to wrap a leg around his waist, shift yourself a little bit, and then slip him inside you.

But do you really want to face the wrath of Kaji? I mean, maybe you do because you’re into that, but while it might sound tempting, it may not give you the desired result.

“You brat. You’re going to have to work for it before I fuck you.”

So, let’s pretend you don’t do that. You’re just going to have to come to terms with the fact that Kaji is nibbling on your bottom lip as he slides his dick in between your puffy pussy lips, groaning from the heat, the feeling of your sensitive clit rubbing along the vein of his cock and having the power to slide inside of you—something you both desperately want—but denying you regardless.

“I’m not gonna put it in until she’s drooling on it, bratty girl.”

Say less, Kaji. 

Because the way he’s pinching your folds together and jutting his cock between them has your cream lathering up every inch of him. And you’ll think you’ve won because he’s finally pushing the fat tip of his cock inside of you, stretching your aching little hole around the bulbous head—but then, with a hiss from him and a whine from you, he’s pulling out and repeating the motion, reveling in that sound. 

The wet, gooey sound that happens when you slowly press a dick inside a creamy pussy over and over. It’s a sound that makes Kaji lose his mind, a sound that almost has him saying fuck it, and stuffing you up to the hilt of his cock. Almost.

“F-fuck, I love that sound. Do you hear that? You’re so wet for me.”

“Stop complaining, and let me put the tip in for a little longer.”

Amazing idea @melancholymegumi

[bachibabe]

📂 ‧ ₊ ˚ — Everything You

ren kaji x idol!reader

✰ ݁ ˖┊: wc: 1.8k

✰ ݁ ˖┊: content: obsessed!kaji, soft yandere!kaji, idol!reader, parasocial relationship, obsession, male masturbation, hand-job, dom!kaji, facial, cum eating, toxic behaviour, violence (not against reader), creepy behaviour, kaji scares you a little at the end :// but he means so well, he just wants to protect you <33 all chars are aged up

18+ → minors / blank blogs dni -> dark content

Kaji who’s just so so so obsessed with his favourite pretty little idol.

He didn’t mean for it to happen, no. But they never really do, do they? Just get caught up so caught up that they don’t even know the path their heart has led them down. Don’t know what to do when they’ve fallen so deep into the trap of dazzling cameras and flashing lights.

For Kaji, it all starts out rather simple– too simple, almost. A friend leaning over his shoulder, phone screen propped up in his hand. A picture of your face, your blinding smile on full display as his friend prattles on about you. Everything you, really.

In the moment, he has no amount of care for you in his bones. Right then he simply rolls his eyes at the other man, pulls his headphones back in place. Effectively shuts out the rest of the world just as he always does. He’s never cared about idols before– especially not popular ones like yourself. So why should he this time? Just ‘cause his friend finds you cute?

Whatever.

Yeah, in that moment he pretends to forget all about you. Cussing at his friend, effectively telling him to ‘fuck off with his useless shit’-- his words, of course. Yet, your name. That pretty little smile, the one that makes him feel almost electric continues to run through his brain.

Continues to rattle around behind his eyes, continues to force its way inside of his conscious with no remorse. No matter how loud he turns up his headphones, how hard he swings his fists, your name continues to irk him like a stupid fucking shadow.

For a week it goes on. For a whole week it feels like you’re haunting him like a shadow.

Never before had he noticed all of your posters. The ones in convenience stores advertising drinks, the motivational ones in cafe’s telling him to cheer up with that little pout on your lips. Your arm held up in a gentle flex. Never before had he noticed your advertisements on tv. Staff making you all dolled up to promote something stupid like a fried chicken chain.

Turns out the entire world is utterly engulfed by everything you.

He finally gives in after seeing one of your CDs at a record store. Finally gives in after a week of hell– your presence leaking into his soul to the point he simply could no longer avoid it. Could no longer hold back from googling your name, listening to your music, watching your performances, watching your interviews, reading your articles, following your accounts, finding out who your staff are–

He doesn’t sleep that night. Doesn't think he can with how his heart is racing, his head is pounding. He feels like he’s dying. Is this a heart attack? Is he going to pass on? What the fuck is he feeling? What is making him feel like he’s falling into insanity?

And thus is the birth of your biggest fan, Ren Kaji. <3

Not that he tells anyone, anyway. Why the fuck should he tell anyone? It’s not light they have the right to know. They don’t have the right to know anything about him– much less what his headphones are playing.

It’s always you, of course. All of your albums play on loop through his headphones. Over and over again. Never stopping for even a second. The classic rock he used to listen to all but forgotten in the face of everything you.

Your voice just as sweet as the candy he eats religiously, your face just as pretty as the sunset over the horizon. Your very existence comes as close to the importance of the very oxygen he breathes.

No one can really blame him for falling so easily, honestly. No one can blame him for falling for a piece of safety, a piece of calmness in the world he normally enjoys being so rough. For so easily siding with your charms. Especially whenever he attends your concerts. When it feels like you’re singing just to him.

When your face lights up whenever it crosses his in the audience, when you shoot him a wink that almost caused him to die from the all-consuming heat that surrounded his very being. His face is hot, red. The lollipop in his mouth breaking as he clenches his jaw, hard shards of glittery candy falling uselessly against his tongue.

You noticed him. You know him. Maybe you could come to like him too?

The moment was perfect. Maybe a start to some sort of cheesy romantic-comedy in his head. The start to getting to know you, being your friend. Protecting you.

But of course the fucking guy standing next to him had to ruin it all. Whining so excitedly that the wink was sent at him instead. That you, a practical goddess, would ever give attention to some fucking low life like him? Some fucking perverse creep who didn’t truly understand your beauty. Understand you.

Fucking disgusting.

Unfortunately, the night didn’t end like a romantic movie would. You did not invite him backstage, nor did he leave with your number scribbled across his palm. It left with him being escorted off the premises. The pervert’s blood on his fist.

He doesn’t regret taking the swing. What? Was he just supposed to let that shit slide? Of fucking course not. He’s not about to let anyone else get delusional about you. No, and that wink was definitely meant for him. Not that creep.

He’s sure of it.

He’s sure of a lot of things he probably shouldn’t be, to be honest.

Especially when he wraps his hand around his cock at night. When he imagines it’s your cute little hand wrapped around him instead of his own. When he buries his face into a towel he caught at one of your shows– the gentle scent of your perfume still lingering across the surface. The same towel he sleeps with under his pillow every night.

Someday it’ll be you laying next to him. At least that’s what he hopes. His dreams during the day spilling into something else during the night. Hopes that one day his admiration for you can turn into something more. Hopes that one day he’ll get to have you on his bed, your cute little frame kneeling between his legs as he rests against the headboard.

Hopes to see your flushed little face, eyes half-lidded, already fucked out and submissive just for him. Hopes to coach you through touching his cock with his own hands. Showing you how to wrap your fingers around the base– how your hand wouldn’t even be able to make it all the way around his girth.

Imagines the way you would whine quickly, his hand guiding you up and down his length. Squeezing it just the way he likes you to. Watches the way your thumb would flick cutely over the tip, rubbing his precum around the head. Teasing him just like a brat would.

Seeing your cute little expression as you move your head close to his cock, following his directions so well as you open your mouth, tongue falling out as you prepare to taste his cum. White hot streams of it shooting from his cock, coating your face. Your tongue, lips, cheeks– hell maybe even a glob of it could land on your eye. Shit. That would be a sight.

The cute little giggle that would leave your lips as your messy hand would come up, the little “Oopsies~” That would leave your lips as you wipe it off, bringing it to your lips. Licking your hand clean as he comes down from his high. How you’d smile to yourself, proud little waves of excitement radiating from your form.

The way he’d give sugar-coated insults, pulling you back up his body for a rough kiss. One that told you that you can’t get too big a head or else he might have to do something about it. The way the fresh smell of your shampoo would run through the very air he breathes. That same gentle smell that reminds him of forest flowers in a delicate bloom.

It’s only then that reality returns to him. A mess in his hands, your towel pressed against his nose as he remembers that he still has to make all of that a reality. So he can protect you from those guys like at the concert. Hell, so he can protect you from the rest of the world.

It’s those feelings that drive him to do something rash. Something just a tad bit extreme. Well, it really is too bad that the sane part of him is long gone. The need to protect you driving him to buy more copies of your newest album than he can count. The part of him that scowers each copy for a ticket to your handshake event. The part of him that buys up any extra tickets that he can online.

The part of him that makes him stand back until the rest of your fans finish their turns. Holding place at the back of the line– kind enough to still let everyone else have their turns. Let the rest of your fans greet you, say their thanks. They are important to your career, afterall, and he isn’t dumb enough to keep the normal ones away from you. Even if just a little part of him wants to.

But as the clock ticks on and the line wains down, he can’t help but feel restless. Can’t stop his heels from rocking to his toes, his fingers fiddling with loose threads inside of his hoodie pockets. Can’t help but feel annoyed as he is kept from you longer and longer.

Ah, you have no clue the relief he feels when it’s finally his turn. When he takes all of the handshake tickets out of his pocket, places them on the table in front of you with force before reaching his hand out to hold yours.

The shock evident on your face is something he’s never seen before. The way your eyes slowly lift to him, take in his full face for the first time. He’ll never forget it. He could never forget anything to do with you.

Hundreds of handshake tickets sit between your bodies. Each one lasting for a duration of 10 seconds.

You gulp quietly, a shaky smile spreading to your lips as you slowly clasp his hand into your own, shaking it slowly. Eyes darting to your manager and your security for only a second before returning back to him. Silence hanging heavy, your voice bleeding ever-so-softly through the headphones around his neck.

The lollipop rolling in his mouth, waiting for you. Surrounded by everything you.

“Th-Thank you for your support!”

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[ladybyakuya]

| RIGHT SIDE OF MY NECK + bofurin : umemiya hajime, suo hayato, ren kaji,mitsuki kiryu.

+cw. — f!reader, ex!boyfriend headcanons + scenarios, break up blues and yearning, smut, s&d + s&m dynamics, or@ls, ,slight [ex]hibitionism, /m.dni/

+wc. —2k+

+syn.— maybe the flames never really died; to welcome new beginnings and perhaps, it is better to get burnt in those familiar flames rather than foreign ones. 

+notes. — first time writing for everyone except ume yay! | redirect to blog navigation. 

⁠✧ umemiya hajime !

Umemiya, your ex-boyfriend is sitting beside you with a beer cup in his hand which is almost emptied. You sip and stare at the crowd trying to find someone you know but a familiar voice makes you stop breathing. It is not the voice that sucks your mind  into that corner of the sofa where you were seated but the set of words that ringed in your ear.  “Fuck, I’m so attracted to you right now.” You can feel it. He is staring at you, perhaps swirling his beer cup lazily before emptying it, hands jittery, eyes lidded with longing, lust. . .love perhaps yet you have not been able to turn your head in his direction and you know, the moment you look at him Umemiya will find a way back to you. Ah!How many times has it been? Fifth? Tenth? You might have lost the count but Umemiya hasn’t. He remembers each and every instance that had made you walk away from him. It’s his fault, really! You are not to blame.Umemiya’s heart leaps with joy seeing you still, unable to take in another breath in. He lets out a chuckle.

“No.” You nod as you speak, “We’re not doing this again.”  You say with so much strength in your voice and Umemiya can not laugh it off. He gulps, keeping the beer cup on the table, keeping his hands on his knees, fingers enclassing with each other as you wait for some sort of response. Then, he looks at you eyes so heavy with longing and loneliness that reaches your melting point. 

“Right. We can’t.” He takes the last sip of his beer. “Not here.” Another wry chuckle follows that makes you get up and walk away from him but you do not join the crowd but rather go into one of the secluded rooms, gracing a pained gaze at him before stepping into the room and leaving the door open behind you. Umemiya follows right after locking the door behind him and waits. It’s frustrating how well he knows you, and that you are playing games, falling into his trap deeper and deeper every time. But unlike other times, he does not initiate things with you; rather it is you who kneels in front of him as he slowly caresses your cheeks, and touches your lips roughly but as you try to suckle on his fingers he deprives you of his touch that you have been longing at lonely nights like this but move down along your chest pulling up your top to tuck it on the upper lining of your breasts that are covered with a red lacy bra and he can bet anything that you are wearing a matching set. His fingers roam along the lining of your bra but he does not touch you where you want. while his other hand works on his belt to take his cock out. 

“Suck,” he commands and you obey like a good little pet that you are, always have been.

⁠✧ suo hayato !

        “No! I’m not doing this to myself again.” You tartly speak jerking your head away from Suo’s direction as you find his gaze lingering on you more than it should. You say that being unaware of your position. It’s funny. How do you have no clue what is going on around you? Suo has you currently seated on his lap in a different room secluded from the loudness. The door of the room is parted slightly since you insisted him so that you can see if anyone’s coming or not but you are too drunk to notice. Suo lets out a soft chuckle. It’s funny really. This is the third time you have tried to empty the soju can yet again. Every time Suo fills it with a little bit of water so that you sober up little by little. He would take you home, tuck you in bed, guard you in your vulnerable state treat you as if you were as soft as morning dew but why did it have to be like this instead? You and him are apart, living separately. At the same time, it pains him to see how you would surrender to the point of ruin just to get Suo’s attention, just to get him back. The cushioned chair is large enough to have Suo spread his legs comfortably as you occupy his lap. He tilts his head, chin resting on his hand as he watches you fondly. If only . . . 

His gaze trails down a little bit ceasing at the advent of your cleavage. He looks away rather than fixing it because that might make you hostile. You are not easy to handle when you are drunk but he can take care of so easily. It’s a shame that you won’t let him. As Suo was drawing in your thoughts gazing at you, eyelids falling frequently trying his best to keep up with you but the next time his eyelids gave up, he felt a pair of lips on his while a hand on his chest. Ah! Finally. It does not take much for Suo to reciprocate your advances and he proceeds like pouring oil in a blazing fire. As you keep burying your lips into him, he shifts in his position little by little, and suddenly he has you seated on that soft, lips apart from yours yet a string of saliva connecting both of your mouths. He loves the look on your face. You’re angry not at him but at yourself for being unable to contain yourself inside the boundaries. You let your desires spill and you can never blame your ex-boyfriend but he is the master of how you are acting right now.

Suo fixes your dress and inclines to kiss you again but you pull away. This is so nostalgic. He remembers how this is his easiest tactic to get you sobered up and it seems that you have sobered up quite a bit. He still inclines towards you whispering into your ears, “Why act so coy when we both know you’ll be back for more?”

⁠✧ ren kaji !

Kaji’s headphones are peacefully resting on his shoulders. He showed up early in the party in the name of helping you but truly it was just to be around you, follow you as you work in the kitchen or just to see you working in the house. He had missed it so much, the sound that comes when you are around which is enough that he did not have to put his headphones up. The clanking of bracelets with the utensils, the low hum you do when you get too engrossed in work, the sound of your footsteps, the sound of your breathing— he had missed everything so intently that it makes him so dull these days. Even Hiragi-san complimented how you were the goodness of Kaji’s life.

You take a bowl of chips and walk towards the main table but your feet slip making you lose balance Kaji catches you preventing any serious injury from happening to you. The chips are scattered all over the floor while you are tilted as Kaji keeps you in place by grabbing onto your hand. He feels you slipping from his grip so pulls you towards himself and then as you can take a firm stand on the ground you feel his hand still lingering on your waist.

“Kaji, I’m okay. You can let go of me now.” You are assured but all you hear is a grunt followed by tightening his grip on you. You let out an exasperated sign not even letting your arms encapsulate him trying to hold back the urge, but he doesn’t mind. You can inhale his familiar candy-like smell. Before you end up making a mistake you repeat, this time firmly enough to get a response. “Let me go.”

Kaji’s hand is now on your upper arms, eyes fixated on you as he softly states, “You know I can’t seem to think straight around you.” 

“Oh my god! Stop.” You try to swat away his hands but how could you forget how strong he is? The fact that he is not wearing his headphones makes it harder for you to let go. You look away to avoid his melting gaze but a moment later you fill his lips on the nook of your neck and then his teeth. You can not seem to do anything but take it all in because the moment his lips touched your skin it felt like a rotten knot being unfurled. Your hand skims through his hair that makes Kaji push you up against the wall, lips going down until he has one of your tits out of your loose t-shirts. Ah! fuck. It’s so over for you. Kaji looks at you as his tongue sticks out at first, licking your nipple and then his lips wrapping around the protruded nipple making you suck in a hard breath. The impact of longing and not touching each other for so long that it feels limitless making you skid against the wall and both of you are now on the ground: Kaji sucking your tits as your free hand goes in between your legs.

✧ mitsuki kiryu ! 

Mitsuki has been stealing glances in your way for a while now. He is sitting far from you but you can feel his gaze as if he is stripping you naked from close quarters. There are others and he is more or less chatting with them unlike other times when he would be busy gaming, all the time not that you minded, and it was never the reason for your break up with him. His friends left to get a refill but he did not. He decided to stay sober. Kiryu still has not changed his position from in front of you to your side even though he can but he keeps looking at you with all the want in his eyes that it becomes so hard for you not to notice. Besides, people are staring at him, then at you but you can not seem to leave your seat. You easily could but something is holding you back and you refuse to accept it is stemming from Kiryu, your ex-boyfriend.

Your feet finally listen to you as you walk past Kiryu. His lush green eyes never leave you once. “Stop looking at me.”  

“I can’t,” Kiryu confesses and it makes your world come to a halt. You shift your gaze from the ground upon him as he adds further, “And I don’t think you want me to either.” His palm is under his chin while his elbow rests on the cushion-like stretch of the sofa. He is so cocky. You try to leave but he pulls you towards him making you fall right on his lap. The over-curious crowd, although small still makes you drown in embarrassment as they “haww!” in unison. It almost makes you cry. You feel like you won’t be able to leave his lap for the rest of the night or maybe him for the rest of his life. You would not have minded this if it happened just two months ago because it was he who posed the idea of a break-up. It was all him. You never intended to let this happen but you were just getting a good start about moving on. It was so nice, comforting, and uplifting and then Kiryu comes crashing down like a calamity on you. It really makes you cry.

“I hate you.” You say while stifling a cry, looking at him, still seated on his lap. Unable to contain the pang in you anymore you bury your face in the nook of his shoulders while your hand immediately grabs onto his shirt. He does not try to shush you. He lets you cry as he feels the wet sorrow of your soaking in his shirt. Right now you don't care what the world thinks or what the world sees so he tilts his head a little, placing a peck on your cheek. It makes you hold on to him harder, and take in a long breath. 

“you will get a headache if you cry too much. so, make sure you hydrate after crying. And by hydrate, I mean water, not beer.” While Kiryu whispers sweet nothings into your ear his hand makes its way under your skirt, over your panties. He lets one of his fingers run over the damp part of your cloth. “Ah! You’re wet here too babe.” He whispers into your ear.  You jerk awake from him, eyes red and swollen, face tear-stained. He takes his hand out, licking his finger as you look at him. “So, my place or yours? What do you say?”  Ah! there is no going back is there?

“my place.” Your response makes Kiryu’s eyebrows pinch. It would be his first time going to your place, not that he would mind but he asked that out of habit since he had been trying to get laid to forget you, and some part of him is relieved that you chose your place. You are putting yourself first. Ah! He sees it now. You’ve already moved on from him.

[melancholymegumi]

kaji <3 cw edging , implied dacryphilia ? reader wears a skirt.

kaji ren... mean in the street and still mean inside the sheets. i mean , not mean mean. he can be nice when he wants to , he just chose not to. Especially today. no , not when you're parading around the town with a short skirt. don't you know it's dangerous? gangs are always lurking around , y'know? yeah sure , no one will actually try to get with you because you're with him. but what if he's not here? maybe you just need a little reminder. a little edging session always works , don't ya' think?

“ you wanna show your ass off that badly? how about you show them how pretty your cries are , yeah? ” ♡

[arlerts-angel]

sighs blissfully. getting high and having sex with ren while pantera plays in the background....... much to think about.

[animeismyhappyplace]

I think my brain just malfunctioned, the smut is just that good 🥵

I loved it all and I will be reading this again, especially Kaji and Togame 👀

Literally screaming and kicking my feet

hitting it raw!

— letting wind breaker boys hit it raw for the first time (wc: 4.3k)

sakura haruka, suo hayato, togame jo, kaji ren, umemiya hajime (separate) x fem reader

contains explicit nsfw content, minors do not interact

tw: creampie, hair pulling, overstimulation, squirting, pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl, angel), dacryphillia, toys (vibrator), light choking, semi-public sex (restaurant bathroom), unprotected sex, size difference, belly bulge, mentions of birth control pills

sakura haruka (wc: 0.8k)

⸻ oral (m receiving), hair pulling, unprotected sex

“don’t-” sakura grunted, hips jolting up as you took him deeper into your mouth. he reached down blindly, hands finding your hair and tugging hard in an attempt to pull you off him.

you moaned at the feeling instead, the vibrations causing him to jerk up into you again. one hand came up to squeeze his balls as you eased the rest of his cock down your throat, stopping only when your nose was nestled in the hair at the base of his length. he opened his eyes to the sight of you blinking up at him prettily, and the image alone had him coming undone.

his breath hitched, groans echoing from above you. he threw his head back and brought an arm up to cover his eyes as thick ropes of cum shot down your throat.

you released his dick with a loud pop!, grinning up at sakura from your kneeling position between his legs. you opened wide, tongue lolling out to show not a single drop of cum after swallowing the load he released in your mouth.

“i—” sakura swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to even out his breathing. “i told you not to swallow…” he grumbled, willing his head to lean forward so he could get a better look at your face. his other hand remained in your hair, smoothing down the pieces that stuck up. you kissed his tip gently, giggling when his hips jerked at the movement.

“you’re still hard,” you noted, resting your head on his thigh, palm cushioning your cheek. “wanna go again or need a break?”

sakura’s ears flushed red, brows scrunching together in embarrassment. “you haven’t cum yet,” he scowled. you grinned at his response, finding how angry and sensitive he gets post nut cute. you let him know as much, and watched as the rest of his face heated up. “just—give me a second. can’t feel my damn legs.”

“i can go on top,” you offered, not waiting for a response and shimmying your bottoms down your legs. sakura’s eyes zeroed in on the wet spot on your panties, mouth instantly going dry.

he stared in wonder at the string of slick connecting your underwear to your core, mind going numb at the way you straddled his lap. your fingers made quick work of stretching yourself out, and he felt himself grow harder, if possible. his eyes locked onto your hand, following your movement until you held your slick-coated fingers up to his face. almost unconsciously, he opened his mouth and whimpered at your taste.

deeming yourself ready, you lined up sakura’s cock to your entrance, giggling to yourself at the way his eyes seemed to roll to the back of his head.

“wait, grab a—oh, fuck,” he grunted out at the feeling of your wet heat enveloping his bare cock. you sunk down slowly, pausing every few seconds to let yourself adjust to his size. “get off—‘m not wearing a condom.”

you ignored him, eyes focused on the way your hole sucked him in. sakura’s hands found their way to your waist, squeezing in warning at the way you rut your hips against his.

“oh, you like it raw, huh?” you teased, gasping when the blunt head of his cock nudged the sensitive spot inside you. you continued moving slowly, opting to circle your hips over bouncing on his cock.

suddenly, you found yourself on your back on the floor, the buttons of your forgotten skirt digging uncomfortably into your shoulder. sakura hovered over you, arms shaking in exertion and breaths coming out in heavy pants. the way you were grinding on him almost sent him over the edge, balls tightening at the way your tits moved over him. he couldn’t help the way he manhandled you, any more and he would’ve came in seconds.

“wait,” he breathed out, forehead leaning down to rest on your collarbones. you felt so tight and wet, pussy squeezing him in a vice grip. your arms circled his neck, fingers playing with the hair at his nape, tugging slightly at his lack of movement.

“i said i’d go on top,” you complained, lifting your hips up in an attempt to get some sort of friction from sakura’s still body.

“and i said wait,” he repeated, body slowly beginning to move against yours. you let out a small moan at the feeling of his cock dragging through your walls, trailing off into a high pitched gasp at the feeling of his fingers on your clit. “acting like no condom wasn’t a big deal,” he growled out, hips snapping roughly against yours. you squealed at a particularly rough thrust, fingers tightening in his hair as you pulled.

“feels good, doesn’t it, haru?” you cooed out, clenching as hard as you could. his thrusts stuttered, a hand coming up to steady himself against you.

“enough,” he breathed against your neck. “let me make you feel good too.”

suo hayato (wc: 0.9k)

⸻ edging, hair pulling, toys (vibrator), dacryphillia, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl)

you thought you knew better than to accept any kind of challenge or proposal from your boyfriend, knowing that every idea that ever left his head was usually for his own benefit. but for once, you were determined to win a bet.

for the past what felt like hours, you had been trapped under suo, writhing as he held a vibrator to your clit and his tongue explored inside you.

the promise of raw sex on the condition that you don’t cum had you holding on to your last shred of sanity, eyes clouded over but focused on a shadow on the ceiling. you’re sure the bedsheets were soaked underneath you, the slick feeling of your juices running down your thighs and almost to your knees.

“five more minutes,” suo mused from between your legs, the bottom half of his face shining, covered in your slick. “you’re doing better than i expected, aren’t you?”

you whimpered in response, knowing that not responding at all would have suo doing everything he could to make you cum. he grinned at the sound, diving back into you and clicking the vibrator to a higher setting. your body jerked up, but the one hand holding your hip kept you from jolting into suo’s mouth.

“uh-uh,” he tutted, pulling away from you. you whined at the loss of contact, but made sure to keep your hips planted firmly on the bed. if you even attempted to chase after his fingers or mouth, you’re sure he would’ve edged you for a few more hours. “you were so close, there. what a shame.”

suo made quick work of flipping you over, chuckling at the hazy look in your eyes. you hardly noticed the way he manhandled you, head reeling from the orgasm he ripped away from you. but the familiar rip of foil behind you brought you back to reality, head whipping back to stare at suo holding a condom.

“hayato…” you whined, tears lining your eyes. “but you promised you wouldn’t…” he had you bent over, one hand running up and down your side while the other held your wrists together behind your back.

“i don’t know, sweetheart,” suo teased from behind you, the hand caressing you paused to pinch your skin. “you also said you wouldn’t move at all.”

“i didn’t! p-please,” you hiccuped, tears already streaming down your face and smudging your mascara. “didn’t cum at all… promised i wouldn’t.”

you felt a hand come up to gently swipe underneath your eyes, unaware of the way suo’s pants tightened at the sight of your tears.

“i know,” he said simply. “if i wanted you to cum, you would’ve. try again and ask nicely.”

“wanna cum on your cock,” you choked out, words garbled with the steady stream of tears. “please don’t use it…” your voice trailed off into light sobs, eyes focused on the condom and hands attempting to break out of his hold.

“that wasn’t hard, was it?” suo relented, taking pity on you. he slipped the open packet into one of your hands, relishing in the way you crumpled it in your grip and the dopey smile that appeared on your face.

the sound of his zipper already had you salivating. he still held your hands together behind your back, so you could only imagine what he was doing to finally free his aching cock.

you could feel him behind you, his leaking tip lining up at your entrance and thrusting in in one smooth movement. the high you’ve been chasing for the past hour finally came when he bottomed out, cock nudging at your cervix. your head fell forward, mouth dropping into a soundless scream while your pussy fluttered and squeezed around his dick.

he released your hands in order to hover himself over you fully, your own following to grip his wrists loosely.

“look at that…” you heard him mutter lowly, breath fanning across your shoulder. “you’re making a mess on my bed, pretty girl. i barely stuffed you and you already came.”

you pressed your cheek into the sheets, trying to catch your breath as you lay still for a moment. you gasped at the feeling of your head being lifted, suo’s hand buried into your hair as he turned you to face him.

“you want more?” he asked, pulling his hips all the way back until only the tip remained in you, before slamming all the way back in, balls hitting your clit in the perfect spot. your head fell slack again, drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth at the feeling. suo repeated his ministrations, snapping his hips into yours and leaning over to get a better look at your fucked out expression. “i asked a question.”

“wan’ more…” you slurred out, tongue lolling out as suo subtly angled his hips to hit the sensitive spot inside you. “want y’re cum inside…”

he paused, dropping your hair and pushing your face into the bed. out of the corner of your eye, you could see the hand supporting himself grip onto the sheets tighter, knuckles almost turning white.

“better make sure you don’t regret that then, sweetheart.”

togame jo (wc: 0.8k)

⸻ overstimulation, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, pet names (baby, doll)

“y’look so pretty like this, baby,” togame whispered into your thigh, teeth lightly grazing over the sensitive skin. his eyes locked onto your glistening folds and he grinned, lightly blowing air on your sensitive clit. you jolted under the movement, a small whimper escaping from your lips.

“jo,” you hiccuped, spent from the previous orgasms he pulled out of you. you wriggled under his grasp, hands reaching down to tug his hair, a sad attempt of getting him to face you properly. “want you…”

taking pity on you, togame lifted himself up and hovered over you, arms caging you in as he pressed a light kiss to your lips. his cock slid against your core, blunt head occasionally catching your clit. you moaned softly, hips bucking against his in an attempt to create more friction.

“you already have me,” he grunted, eyes locked on to where you touched, entranced with the way your juices soaked his cock.

“want more,” you whined, hands coming up to dig into his shoulders. he hissed at the way your acrylics dug into his skin, already anticipating the marks you’d leave behind. not that he minded, though. “want you inside,” you moaned, legs moving to wrap around his waist and lock him in place.

he hissed at the feeling of your pussy pressing his cock to his abdomen, a big hand coming in between your bodies to press you down against the bed. he ignored the whimper you made at the loss of contact, instead leaning down and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. “can’t today, baby. we’re out of condoms,” he whispered against your lips once he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you.

“don’t care, i wanna feel you,” you whispered back, turning your head slightly to press light butterfly kisses to his face.

togame short circuited at your words, thoughts of your pussy dripping with his cum instantly plaguing his mind. his hips stuttered against yours before halting completely, cock pressing directly against your clit.

“don’t say that,” he groaned, head falling forward to rest against yours. “can’t control myself if you say shit like that.”

you squirmed under his weight, hands weakly pushing at his shoulders to get him to look at you. you couldn’t push him even if you tried, but you looked so pretty trying to get his attention that he lifted himself up anyway.

“why not?” you blinked up at him, tears of frustration gathering in your waterline.

togame groaned again, simultaneously feeling turned on and guilty at the thought of you crying. “don’t think i can pull out, baby.”

“who cares?” you pouted, a few tears escaping and trailing down your cheek. “can’t you just cum inside?”

he shuddered at your words, cock somehow getting bigger. he could never say no to you. “you sure?”

you nodded, still hiccuping from the tears while your hands looped around his neck. “want you inside now.”

togame couldn’t control himself any longer, the image of your spent pussy pushing out his seed plagued his mind. instantly, he had your legs tossed over his shoulders and sheathed himself inside you in one thrust.

you squealed at the intrusion, the new position allowing him to reach deeper than he usually does. the lack of protection between you had you feeling extra sensitive, the vein on the underside of his cock dragging against your entrance every time he thrusted in.

“you’re so wet,” he groaned, throwing his head back. your pussy fluttered at his deep voice, walls clamping down on him. “fuck, did you just get tighter? don’t—don’t squeeze me like that, baby.”

“‘s deep,” you slurred, mouth falling open when he tapped them. you closed your lips around the three fingers he gave you, moaning and salivating at the feeling of two holes being stuffed.

his other hand was positioned between you, heavy thumb resting on your clit, pressing extra hard when he thrusted back inside you. in no time, you felt your nth orgasm approaching, but this one felt a little different than the ones from earlier.

“wait! ‘s too much!” you moaned out, eyes snapping open and hands situating themselves on togame’s abdomen as you tried to push him away. “y’re too big, feels funny!”

he angled his hips slightly, rutting against the sensitive spot inside you as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. the pressure of his cock dragging along your walls and his thumb on your clit had you seeing stars. your orgasm came crashing down on you, pussy forcing togame’s cock out of you as you gushed, juices covering his abdomen.

“shit, you’re so messy,” he groaned, watching in awe at the mess you made. he spread your legs again, easing himself back inside your fluttering hole. your body shook at the overstimulation, whining at the feeling of his cock filling you again

“you said you wanted to feel me, doll,” togame said, pausing to lick a long stripe up your ear. “stay nice and still for me, ‘kay? we’re not done til your pretty cunt’s filled with my cum.”

kaji ren (wc: 1.1k)

⸻ semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of birth control pills

“cut it out,” kaji hissed, one hand coming up to squeeze your jaw as a warning while the other tried to stop your fingers from undoing his pants zipper. the two of you squeezed in on the same side of a booth in some family restaurant downtown, but the sight of him punching a creep who tried hitting on you had you squirming and squeezing your thighs together the whole walk there.

“y’re really trying to do this now?” he muttered in disbelief, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“but you looked so good earlier,” you mumbled out, cheeks still squished together. “we haven’t fucked in, like, a week. missed your dick.”

an audible crunch echoed in the area, you tilted your head up slightly and watched as he swallowed thickly before spitting out the stick of his lollipop on the table.

“you keep doing this shit,” he groaned, ears turning red. “couldn’t’ve waited til we got home? fucksake.” despite his words, kaji adjusted his grip from your hand to your wrist, roughly pulling you up and dragging you to the restroom in the back, weaving through tables, over stray bags and a few legs sticking out.

he pushed the bathroom door open unceremoniously, eyes doing a quick sweep of the area before he turned to you for approval. “clean enough?”

your heart swelled at the consideration and you had half the mind to actually start swooning. instead, you pressed yourself into his back, smiling at his behavior before nodding. “mhm. you’re so cute.”

you could feel him stiffen in front of you, grip on your wrist tightening enough to hurt, before he slammed you against the closed door. his lips attached to yours, tongue forcing your lips open as a hand snaked down to your other lips.

he paused his movement eyes widening at what he felt under your skirt. “why are you wearing this shit…?” he mumbled, feeling lace and a concerning amount of fabric—barely any, to be exact.

“always wanna look my best for you,” you batted your eyes at him, grinning at the way his jaw clenched. the smile slipped off your face at the rip that echoed off the walls. you looked down to see half your panties in kaji’s hand and the other half slowly fluttering down to the floor. you gaped at the sight, jaw dropping in disbelief that your boyfriend actually ripped your underwear.

he ignored you, dropping down to his knees and lifting your skirt up. his eyes were situated on your leaky hole, mesmerized by the juices that were slowly trailing down your thigh.

“don’t have time to stretch you out properly. c’you handle it?” he asked, two fingers already prodding at your entrance. your knees buckled, arms flailing out to catch yourself on the wall to your left.

“s’okay, two’s enough,” you gasped out, feeling him press against the spongy spot inside you. “d’you have a condom? didn’t put a new one after last time.”

it was silent for a second, the squelching from between your legs pausing as kaji patted himself down for his wallet.

“didn’t bring it,” he grumbled. “shoulda waited til we got home.”

you felt your disappointment rise, even more so when kaji stood up and zipped his pants back up.

“wait, actually, can’t we go without it?” you proposed, instantly feeling defensive at kaji’s frown. “‘s not like i’m gonna get pregnant.”

his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“got on the pill last month. can’t you just fuck me now?”

kaji swore under his breath, muttering to himself about how demanding you were, but the bulge in his pants was more than obvious to how he felt.

“keep your mouth shut, got it?” he asked, arms looping under your thighs to hoist you up and set you against the sink counter. you gripped onto his shoulders, pressing a kiss into his cheek at the motion.

“you’re the best!” you sang into his ear.

“shut up,” he mumbled, wrestling with his boxers to pull his cock out as you flipped your skirt up. “can’t believe the first time i’m fucking you raw’s in a public bathroom.”

“can’t believe you’re fucking me in a public bathroom,” you countered, gasping when you felt his cock nudge at your entrance.

“you were the one getting handsy out there, i don’t wanna hear shit from you,” and with one swift movement, kaji bottomed out completely.

you let out a loud moan at the feeling, your pussy struggling to take him in due to the lack of prep, walls stretching uncomfortably around his length. “keep going,” you whined when his hips instantly stilled.

“i told you to keep quiet.”

“sorry, ren,” you breathed out, head resting on his shoulder. “been a while. y’feel bigger than usual.”

his grip on your thigh tightened, probably enough to leave hand-shaped bruises. kaji started rutting into you, not fully pulling out but enough for you to start getting used to his size. one of his hands found your clit, causing you to squeal and jerk forward into him. he stopped moving again, his other hand coming up to snake around your neck and squeeze.

“keep your mouth shut,” he rasped, sweat gathering along his forehead and dripping down his neck. he breathed out onto your neck, an attempt at grounding himself.

“you gonna cum? two pump chump?” you teased, breath hitching at the new angle he was thrusting at.

“shut up. y’re fucking tight. ‘m never using a condom again,” he grunted out, panting right below your ear.

his praise went straight to your core, coupled with his strong thrusts and messy circles on your clit, your orgasm crashed down on you. you couldn’t help the moan that ripped its way past your lips, breath getting caught when kaji warningly squeezed your neck.

the lack of oxygen made you dizzy, walls clamping down on kaji at the stimulation. his thrusts became more erratic, cock slamming into you as he shot his load inside. his thrusts slowed as your cunt milked him of the last of his cum, your body twitching from the way he used your body.

“can’t believe you ripped my underwear,” you grumbled, standing up awkwardly in an attempt to keep kaji’s cum inside you. “you owe me a new pair.”

his hands came up to stabilize you, letting you lean into him as you caught your breath. a drop of his cum dripped out of you directly onto the bathroom floor. his eyes locked onto it, trailing up until they landed at the mixture of his and your cum leaking out of you.

shit, was he hard again?

“shut up,” he growled, face heating up. your ripped panties secured in his jacket pocket. “be grateful i didn’t plug you with that shit.”

umemiya hajime (wc: 0.7k)

⸻ size difference, belly bulge, unprotected sex (good girl, angel, pretty girl)

umemiya always thought you were pretty, but something about you in this position, spread out for him, had his heart swelling a little more than usual.

“where do you want me?” he breathed out, gently nosing your cheek and chuckling at the way you murmured his name. his fingers gently traced your folds, relishing in the way your body jerked at his touch.

“‘dun care,” you sniffled, tears pooling in your eyes. “jus’ want you, haji.”

umemiya’s jaw clenched at the admission, and he couldn’t help the way he ground his clothed dick against your exposed core. the friction of his jeans causing you to cry out and grip onto his shoulders.

“take ‘em off,” you whined, one hand snaking down to paw at his belt. “…please.”

“tell me where you want me first, pretty girl,” he cooed, pants getting impossibly tighter at the way you opened your eyes and peered innocently up at him.

“want you everywhere,” you admitted, hands coming up to cover your face as your cheeks heated up.

ume let out a curse under his breath, breath hitching at how cute you were being. you were laid bare for him, everything stripped from your body and multiple orgasms drawn out by him and you still felt shy.

“good girl,” he groaned, hands reaching down to finally remove his pants. despite your previous embarrassment, you sat up and laid your hands over his own, wanting to help him undress.

“wanna help you feel good, too,” you murmured shyly, cheeks heating up. umemiya had to stop himself from throwing his head back and groaning at the sight of you in front of him. “can i?”

“next time, angel,” he choked out, gently pushing you to lay back as he hovered over you. “let me feel you first, yeah?”

he lowered himself, pressing gentle kisses to your face as he began rutting against you, cock sliding messily through your folds. “feels big…” you muttered, pupils dilating the longer you stared at the man on top of you. “can it fit?”

ume felt himself get harder, if that was even possible, at your innocent tone. your teary eyes staring up at him tugged on his heart as he dropped down again to press a deep kiss to your lips.

“i’ll fit,” he’s confident. with how good you’ve been for him all night how could he not be? “trust me and i’ll take care of you, pretty girl.”

you clenched around nothing at the name, pussy already leaking all over his cock. “i trust you, haji,” you whispered out.

“open wide and relax f’me, okay?” his hands pushed your thighs further apart, pussy now on full display. his eyes locked onto your glistening hole, tongue darting out to wet his lips at the sight.

umemiya slowly started to ease himself in, holding himself back from thrusting in completely. the way your walls were stretching to fit him had him dizzy, head spinning from the grip you had on his cock. and the noises you made were downright sinful, whimpers and moans escaping your lips, your hand clamped over your mouth to muffle the sounds—oh, that’s no good.

“don’t hide,” he grunted out, gently bringing your hand down. “i wanna hear those pretty noises.”

he pushed in as much as he could, cock drenched in your juices until he met resistance a little more than halfway in. you squealed at the feeling, head thrown back and back arched as he filled you.

“it‘s too much!” you cried out suddenly, walls seizing against him. he pressed a hand to your belly, eyes widening at the bulge he felt and saw peeking through your skin.

umemiya leaned down to press another kiss to your lips, peppering your face in them as a few tears escapes your eyes.

“you can take it,” he encouraged, groaning at the way you tightened around him. he eased the rest of his length into your heat, smiling at the way he completely disappeared inside you. “good girl—like that.”

he circled a finger lightly around your clit, not expecting it to throw you over the edge. you let out a high pitched moan, head thrashing and nails scratching down his arms as an orgasm washed over you. your walls squeezed him tighter, almost sucking him in.

“you already came, angel?” he asked, breathless from how tight you held on to him. “let me see you do that one more time.”

note: big fat thank u to anyone who made it to the end, hugs for u! kaji’s section being the longest… yeah drinking my clown juice rn. lmk ur thoughts!

[trevengersprincess]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒𝒹

inexperienced boys who never thought they’d actually have a girl who would like them until you came along or were too focused on a goal and didn’t pay attention to girls.

inexperienced boys who are nervous and jump at any sort of contact you make with them, even if it’s just holding their hands.

inexperienced boys who are now a months into dating you, tell you how they are a virgin and embarrassed about it. even though you tell them that you could tell and would wait for them.

inexperienced boys who finally plan the perfect date for you and plan on giving you their virginity.

inexperienced boys where the date ends and they take you to the bedroom where it starts off as light touches and kisses just to get them used to the feeling of you.

inexperienced boys where they can’t stop the primal need in themselves and take over, taking off your clothes and their own, thinking only with lust in the mind that clouds their eyes.

inexperienced boys who crawl in between your legs, gasping at the sight of your pretty wet cunt, spreading your lips apart, in awe at your twitching hole.

inexperienced boys who are MESSY eaters, just diving straight in with no straight thoughts but wanting to taste your sweet juices, rolling their eyes back at the taste of you.

“you taste so good princess, oh my god. i can’t get enough of you, please cum for me, please please, i need it so badly.”

inexperienced boys that whimper when you cum on their tongue, lapping at your juices and overstimulating you, on accident because they just want more and more.

inexperienced boys who finally pull away and need to feel you wrapped around their cock that they just push inside you, gasping loudly at how tight you squeeze him, almost cumming on the spot.

inexperienced boys who may not know what they are doing, reacting on pure lust that put you in a mating press, fucking you like a rabbit in heat as they moan and groan out how good you feel.

“oh my god baby! you feel so good! you feel so fucking good! yes baby just like that! squeeze my cock just like that. i’m gonna cum!”

inexperienced boys who forgot to put a condom on but in the moment didn’t care, thankfully you were on birth control, and cum inside you, deep and a lot. they’re breathing heavily as they ride out your highs, pulling out to see how they’ve stuffed you full and fucked you dumb. and as you catch your breath you look at them, eyes widened.

“are you sure you are a virgin?”

“yeah, that was my first time.”

kisaki, souya, chifuyu, mitsuya, naoto (TR), izuku, bakugou, shoto (BNHA), hinata, kageyama, atsumu, kogenagawa, kyotani (HQ), sakura, nirei, ren, choji, hiragi (WB) + your faves

a/n:…i wrote this with pussy and i’m proud of it. i hope you enjoyed too

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Description: Kaji would never eat another lollipop again if he could have his mouth on you at all times. Basically just oral with Kaji Ren.

Featuring: Ren Kaji x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Tags: smut, afab!reader, reader has a vagina, tried to make this one as gender neutral as possible, oral fixation, cunnilingus, face sitting, dirty talk, Kaji being a menace, written with a curvy reader in mind (but no indication of size)

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a/n: This honestly was supposed to be one part of a headcannon fic but then I got carried away writing this. So enjoy some Kaji lickin’ ya like a lollipop lmao.

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Kaji tries so hard to regulate his emotions. From his lollipops to keep his sharp tongue on lock, and the music he uses to drown out the world to keep his temper under control. He hated the way his rage over took him, made him feel like a wild animal, incapable of controlling his actions or avoiding hurting people.

But you had become an outlet for him. In most cases it was the way you were able to calm him with just your mere presence. The feeling of your nails scraping his scalp as you carded your fingers through his hair. The way the soft tone of your voice was able to snuff out his raging anger better than any melody. He’d always have his mouth busying itself with you. Whether it was the both of you cuddled up on the couch his mouth absent mindedly trailing kisses along your shoulders up to your neck. The way your lips pressed against his in sweet kisses that put his mind at ease.

However, there were times, times where you offered a different outlet for his raging emotions. Kaji could get lost in  your body, the way it made him feel, the way he would drown himself in the feeling of you. His lollipops long forgotten, the taffy paling in comparison of the sweetness of your cunt’s juices that coated his tongue, always eating your cunt like a man starved. He dives down, burying this face into your folds. His nose bumps your clit as his tongue invades your entrance, curling inside you. He collects your juices on the wet muscle, withdrawing from inside you he pushes himself up. Tongue lolling out of his mouth, allowing your juices, mixed with his own saliva, to drip down on your neglected clit.

He watches, enraptured, as the mix of your juices and his saliva drip down, coating your cunt in the both of you. He ducks down once more, licking a fat stripe up your cunt. Collecting your wetness on his tastebuds. “C’mere baby” He groans, his large calloused fingers entangling your waist. Using his strength, he easily maneuvers you both, now laying flat on his back with you straddling his waist. His eyes bore into yours as you look down at him. “I want you to sit on my face, sugar.”

Being a grade captain and constantly reeling in his emotions, being careful with every choice he makes is exhausting. Sometimes relinquishing his power to you is the best form of soothing, he trusts you fully and wants you to have your way with him. Just letting him encapsulate himself in the moment with you, just focusing on you both. As if the world outside and the one in his mind doesn’t exist, here its just you and him and the way you make each other feel.

Your cheeks flush a bright pink at his request, one said so simply it was as if he was asking you to pass him something. “But Ren.. What if I…” Your words are cut off, a heated kiss placed against your lips. He pulls away after a moment, breaths panting against your lips. “But nothing angel, sit on my face and let me eat your pretty pussy like its one of my lollipops” His words send a shock to your core, cheeks flushing a deeper red at the filthy words that leave his mouth, but also extinguishing any further arguments you had for him.

Shakily, you crawl up on the bed, throwing one leg over his face to sandwich his cheeks. You hover your cunt over his face, lifting the material of his oversized t-shirt to expose yourself to him. You exhale a breath, preparing to lower yourself onto his face. Before you can, however, his large hands grip your hips pulling you down to be flush to his waiting mouth.

A shocked gasp leaves your lips, and Kaji takes this opportunity to nuzzle his face in between your folds once more, tongue swiping out of his mouth to glide against your clit. “Oh, Ren, baby, fuuuck~ ” You moan, throwing your head back, losing yourself in the pleasure he’s providing. Your earlier worry and fear being tossed out the window as you grind your hips against his face.

Kaji lets one hand leave your hips, moving to grip the plush fat of your ass. He releases the soft flesh only to give your ass a harsh smack, the sound echoing throughout the room. He soothes the area, tongue never stopping its ministrations against your sensitive nub. Kaji devours you like a man starved, if you didn’t feel his shallow breaths against you, you would wonder if he was even breathing. He pulls away, hot breaths fanning against your clit. “That’s it angel, that’s my baby, go ahead and ride my face sugar.”

You don’t need to be told twice, sinking down until his nose bumps your clit, hips grinding down on his face. Kaji lolls his tongue out of his mouth to lick at your clit, breaking only to playfully nip it from underneath you. He grins against your cunt when you heed his words any hesitancy from earlier long gone. Your hips pick up speed, practically riding his tongue. He flattens the muscle, letting you do just that. The words that tumble out of your mouth are nothing more than incoherent calls of his name mixed with pleas and curses. Kaji feels your thighs spasm, both hands now gripping your ass, to pull your cunt further onto his face.

Your hips bucking against his tongue, as you cry out a mix of curses and his name. You can feel the coil inside you about to break. “Ren, Ren, please…fuck!” He mumbles something that sounds like approval against your heat, and that’s all it takes for the dam to break. You release with a scream, thighs trapping his head between your legs, only releasing once you’ve come done from your high.

With the last bit of energy you can muster, you remove yourself from on top of him settling into his chest, nose nuzzling into the crook of his neck. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close, lips pressing against your forehead in a gentle kiss. “So proud of you baby, did so good for me, I love you so much.” He says softly meaning every word. When your breathing had evened out, your joint actions from earlier lulling you to sleep, Kaji thinks about how no song would ever compare to the sound of your contented breaths as you sleep, tucked safely in his embrace.

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Thought Kaji deserved some attention since he wasn’t in the last one. I’m thinking of writing for the loml Tsubaki next~ Hope you enjoyed, see you in the next one!

[pure-smut]

giving them head.

featuring: Sakura Haruka, Kaji Ren

contains: gn reader, bl*wjobs, begging, facef*cking, sub!sakura, dom!kaji

note: all characters are aged up to 21+!

MDNI | 18+ content

word count: 600

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Sakura Haruka

Sakura’s never been good at expressing himself verbally, the words somehow getting stuck at the back of his throat every time he tries. But his emotions are written on his face, easy for you to read.

As you drag your tongue up his shaft, licking along the thick vein there, your eyes locked onto Sakura’s, you can see exactly what he’s thinking. His cheeks and nose are flushed, his eyes half-lidded, his lips slightly apart. You swirl your tongue around his sensitive head and he inhales sharply, his fingers tangling messily in your hair.

“Does that feel good, Haru?” you ask teasingly, pressing a chaste kiss against the underside of his tip and feeling his cock twitch in response.

“Mhm,” is all Sakura can say, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

He can’t look away from you, doesn’t want to even for a second. You lick up the precum he’s oozing and Sakura lets out a whimper, his hips thrusting up. You’re teasing him, making his cock ache with need as your tongue darts out again.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” you instruct him softly.

“Nnh, fuck,” Sakura grunts, hips bucking again, chasing your lips as you pull back slightly. “Wanna fuck your mouth. Please.”

“Like this?”

You wrap your lips around his tip and suck gently. Sakura’s eyes close briefly.

“Need more, please, please, baby,” he whimpers. “Need to cum in your mouth, please let me cum in your mouth.”

His begging makes you smile so you decide to give him what he wants.

“That’s a good boy,” you coo, feeling his cock throb against your tongue at your words as you slide him all the way in.

Kaji Ren

One of Kaji’s favourite ways to release stress is to take it out on your mouth.

You’re such a good girl for him, kneeling so obediently between his legs as his hands grip the back of your head. He pulls your hair up into a loose ponytail keeping it out of your way as he holds your head in place and fucks up into your mouth.

Your hands are splayed on his thighs and you try to keep your jaw slack as Kaji facefucks you. His fat tip hits the back of your throat but you’ve practiced this a lot and have a good control over your gag reflex. Your eyes water as you focus on breathing through your nose while Kaji abuses your mouth.

“Fuckkkk,” he groans, eyes squeezing shut at the feel of your warm mouth and your throat constricting around him. “Such a perfect little slut.”

Kaji plants his feet, readjusting slightly before fucking your mouth even harder. You try to keep up with him, your tongue running along the underside of his cock, making him growl. You drool over him, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth as your mascara runs down your cheeks.

Kaji opens his eyes, drinking in the sight of you.

“That’s it, baby, fuck.”

Kaji’s cock twitches, his balls tightening. He can never last long when you let him do this. He pulls out quickly, long trails of saliva joining his shaft and tip with your lips. He wraps a fist around his cock and strokes himself quickly as you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out for him.

Kaji cums with a loud groan, watching as he shoots thick ropes of cum onto your tongue. His hips buck, the strength of his orgasm making him lose aim slightly, and you feel his hot load land across your face. You don’t flinch, enjoying the feel of Kaji marking you like this. You smile up at him before making a show of swallowing his cum.

Kaji pulls you onto his lap, a cloth at the ready to clean you up as he peppers kisses across your shoulder and whispers thank yous in your ear.

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[kingkatsuki]

Kaji doesn't mind attending any parties with you, especially when you get all dressed up for him. But he'll admit, the remote controlled vibe that's currently stuffed inside your panties makes them slightly more bearable. The only problem this time? Togame Jou finds out.

Don't judge my weird choices in threesome pairings, it could happen okay!!

Pairing: Kaji Ren x Togame Jou x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, dubcon (reader doesn't mind but consent is never explicitly stated/asked), public setting, implied intoxication, remote controlled vibrators, sharing control of the vibrator, dirty thoughts.

Word Count: 4.2k.

It wasn’t really that Kaji hated parties per se. He enjoyed being around rowdy people as they enjoyed themselves, it made him feel part of the action. But on nights like these when you’d taken the time to make yourself extra pretty, wearing a cute short dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. Kaji, without a doubt, would much rather be at home bending you over the nearest surface. And in an ideal world more than once—

Of course, Tsubaki’s annual birthday party was an engagement that neither of you could get out of (not that you would’ve ever wanted to when you were his best friend), so Kaji wouldn’t even bother to try—knowing all too well that Hiragi would probably chastise him for missing it, just as much as you would. 

But he had something at least, his phone clasped firm in his hand as he slumped back on a couch in the corner. His thumb smoothing against the screen as he made the pink line swish against it, sucker positioned between his teeth and gum as he watched your reaction. Your hand reached out to grasp Tsubaki’s arm as you stumbled from foot to foot, thighs clenched together as the pair of you giggled afterwards. Kaji wasn't sure who was more drunk as Tsubaki wobbled in those high heeled boots, both of you barely able to stand as his lips pressed against the side of your face to try and whisper into your ear as he left a line of crimson in their wake.

You turned to shoot Kaji a look from across the room as you gave him an adorable pout, your nose scrunched in irritation as your cup of alcohol had almost spilt to the floor. The corner of Kaji’s lip curled in the slightest hint of a smirk as he took pity on you and moved the line back down towards the bottom of the screen, noticing the relived look on your features as you turned your attention back to the elaborate story Umemiya was apparently telling. His cup held high in the air as liquid sloshed around, Kaji was able to get the tail end of it over the loud thrum of bass as he talked about his prized tomatoes. 

It had been a little over an hour since Kaji had bent you over the back of the couch before you’d both left for this party. Pulling your panties to the side as he licked the tip of the small pink bullet that he prepared to place inside you, his thumb spreading your folds as he leaned back to see your tight little hole peering back at him as he teased the tip of silicone against it. Watching you writhe into his touch as he wondered whether he should just fuck you here and now, his semi already pulsed beneath black skinny jeans as you gave him a sultry whine.

“We’re going to be late,” You complained, wiggling your hips back against him as Kaji continued to stroke the tip of the toy against your tight hole. Barely breaching the first rim as you tried to look back at him.

“We don’t have to go at all, you know.” He murmured. Knowing that one little pulse of the toy against your clit would be enough to garner your attention for the evening.

“It’s Tsubaki-chan’s birthday,” You gasped as he began to push the pink toy inside your ill-prepped hole, feeling a slight stretch from how dry you were as his spit did little to satiate the throb, “We have to at least go for a few hours.”

Kaji’s jaw locked in irritation but he didn’t bother to respond. He knew how close you were to the former Furin King, and how excited you’d been to celebrate his birthday together. Hopefully, he’d manage to sneak you out after a few hours, and you wouldn’t be subjected to one of Umemiya’s long speeches before the cake.

“Fine,” Kaji huffed, pulling your panties to the side as he could just about make out the pink tail of the toy through the sheer lace of your panties. Giving your crotch a playful swat as you gasped in a mixture of surprise and pleasure as he helped you back into a standing position, smoothing down the skirt of your dress as he gazed down at you with furrowed brows.

“Don’t be mean with this,” You tried to glare at him, but it just made him smile and shake his head, “The last time I thought it was going to slip out of me and everyone would hear it.”

“It ain’t my fault you get that wet from a little teasin’.” Kaji scoffed as he took your hand in his to pull out of the front door. The sooner you left, the sooner he could get you home.

“A little teasing isn’t turning it up to the highest setting, Ren.”

"Just let me have my fun."

And of course, he was being nice. Why wouldn’t he be?

Perfectly content to watch you as he continued to absentmindedly move his thumb against his phone screen. Wondering how wet you were right now, and whether he could coax you away from your best friend for five minutes to sneak a hand beneath your dress to find out – That might be enough to get you to leave earlier than expected too – knowing all too well how you became like putty the moment his fingers would skim your clit. Every so often you’d move in just the right way that had your skirt riding up, and he was certain that he could see a flash of your panties. 

Biting back a groan as heavy metal played through his headphones, Kaji began to move the line in time with the beat of the song. A stark contrast to the constant drum sounding over the party speakers as you shot him a knowing look, trying to figure out what it was he was listening to as you shook your head. 

“Is this a new game or somethin’?” Kaji barely heard him over his music as someone came up behind the back of the couch to swipe his cell phone out from between his fingers and he immediately turned his head to the side with a glare. Tugging his headphones down to rest around his neck as Togame flopped down beside him on the couch with his thighs spread wide as he looked down at the screen, “I never understood the appeal of these puzzle games.”

“Ain’t a fuckin’ game.” Kaji snarled as he tried to grab the phone back, moving his lollipop to settle on the flat of his tongue as Togame swiftly held the phone away from his reach with a lazy smile.

“So what is it then?” Togame drawled, “Cause it looks like a game to me.”

Kaji fought the urge to bite down on the strawberry sucker in his mouth as he tried to relax his breathing, tempted to throw a punch at the man in front of him and start a brawl in the middle of the party— but he knew you’d kill him for ruining Tsubaki’s special day. His nose scrunched and fangs bared as his hands tightened into fists, blunt nails digging into his palms as he fought the urge to swing, “Give me the phone. Now.”

“So possessive over a phone, I can’t imagine what you must have on there,” Togame laughed, “Don’t worry I definitely don’t want to see your dick pics — but if you’ve got any photos of your girl on here I wouldn’t mind a peek. She's looking extra gorgeous tonight—”

Kaji wasn’t naive. He knew anyone in their right mind would think you were attractive. He often caught various guys from Furin talking about how pretty you were and the debauched, depraved things they’d do to you given the chance— but this was different. It was the first time he had another guy sat in front of him openly talking about the things he’d like to do to you, and somehow it made an intense fire begin to burn inside him at the thought. The fact that he had something that others coveted. 

“You wish.” Kaji sneered, but Togame had already begun to move his finger along the screen. Holding the phone in one hand as he used his index finger to draw random patterns, his eyes furrowed in concentration as he tried to decipher what he was actually achieving.

“There’s no points system?” Togame turned to Kaji perplexed, pointing to the top corner, “Candy Crush usually puts it in the top corner— here.”

“It ain’t that kind of game.” Kaji glared, but he couldn’t help glancing over at you across the room to see how you were dealing with the movements. Watching as you took another sip of your drink as Kotoha placed a hand on your forearm to ask if you were okay, already feeling yourself coming close to the edge.

“Oh?” Togame looked up from the phone screen to try and follow Kaji’s line of sight as he found you standing across the room wearing a pretty dress that had a slew of lewd thoughts running through his mind as his cock kicked beneath his baggy sweats, “Oh, so that’s why you’re always so quiet at parties huh?”

Kaji understood since Togame had befriended Sakura that he was now by an extension a friend of Furin alumni, but it didn’t mean that he found him any less annoying. 

“Yeah, so give it back.”

“Nah, I don’t think I will.” Togame smiled, “It looks like she’s enjoying it.”

And Togame was right, you did look like you were enjoying it. Your lashes fluttered as your eyes rolled, revealing the whites behind them as you bit down on your glossy bottom lip hard, trying to keep your focus on the conversation but Kaji could tell you were struggling. This was the point where he’d usually take pity on you and turn the vibrations down to a gentle hum so you could relax a little, and keep edging you until you were both alone to give you the orgasm you deserved. But the black-haired man beside him seemed to have other plans, seemingly intent on watching you come undone in a sea of people. 

“Come on— Just five minutes,” Togame continued, “What’s the rush?” 

“Fine.” Kaji glared, still facing forward as glanced to the side to see Togame’s finger still moving furiously against the screen. “But don’t let her cum.” 

“Why not?” Togame moved to rest his head against the back of the couch as he watched you carefully, “Isn’t that the point.”

“No.” Kaji spat back, tight-lipped as he crossed his arms over his chest to stop himself from fighting back. Biting the sucker in his mouth between his teeth as the candy crumbled, crunching the pieces into tiny sugary pieces as he kept the stick between his lips. Only he got to decide when you got to cum, and it definitely wouldn’t be at the hands of a guy from Shishitoren.

“Seems like a waste of time for her not to cum,” Togame hummed pensively, “Edging her all night, or overstimulating her so she squirts all over the floor? I know which one I’d pick–”

Kaji groaned low at the back of his throat at the image of you that Togame had managed to plant in his head. Picturing you standing there all pretty as pearly tears clumped in your thick lashes and a clear stream of squirt soaked through your panties and drooled down your inner thighs towards the ground. Soaking the floor as you try desperately to hide your mess as the same small toy continues to buzz inside you. 

“Would be even hotter if she was wearing jeans, though.” Togame sighed, “Watching her soak ‘em straight through–”

“How do you know so much?” Kaji knew he was older, but he hadn’t expected this out of the usually quiet and reserved man.

“If you’re asking whether I’ve done this before, I haven’t,” He laughed, “I just watch a lot of shit, I guess. Nothing has been as hot as her, though.” 

Kaji rolled his eyes at the comment. Wondering if he’d ever fucked his fist raw to the thought of you, picturing you in all those positions he watched in porn. 

“What do you think she’ll say when she realises that it's me controlling it and not you?”

“Dunno.” Kaji debated the question. 

It was never something that had come up when you’d both bought the toy. A silly impulse purchase that had been intended to spice up your romance in the bedroom, and had somehow evolved into you wearing it out and about while Kaji controlled it. But you’d never once mentioned the thought of giving someone else the power over the small vibrating bullet, wondering whether there was even anyone that you’d allow to have that control over you. 

“You don’t think she’d mind–” Togame mused, his half-lidded eyes would’ve made it appear as though he was falling asleep if it wasn’t for his finger continuing to trace messy lines.

“I’ll get her off anyway, so I’m sure she won’t mind.” Kaji spat back, uncharacteristically self-assured. He’d had you unravelling on his cock and tongue far more times than he cared to count, there was no way he’d ever let someone — especially not someone from Shishitoren — gain the upper hand. 

“Is she that easy, hm?” Togame spoke languidly as he watched the subtle way your thigh began to quiver, lips parted in a silent moan that had him swallowing thickly. 

“Don’t call her easy, asshole.” Kaji spat.

“Hey now, there’s no need to be like that.” He smiled tilting his head to the side as his cheek leaned against the back of the couch, “What colour is it?”

“What?” Kaji furrowed his brows in confusion, caught off guard by the sudden question.

“The toy– what colour is it?”

Why did that even matter? Kaji gave Togame a perplexed look, “Pink.”

“How pretty,” He grinned, “She got panties on?”

Togame asked just as Kaji had answered the first question, as though he was afraid that if he took too long to ask any more he wouldn’t get an answer at all.

“Yeah.” Kaji adjusted himself in his seat as he shifted his thighs, trying to quell the desperate throb that emanated in his pelvis as he felt his boxers drag against rough denim. Creating subtle friction that had him involuntarily rutting his hips to try and chase the sensation, picturing how much better it would feel if you were straddling his lap and grinding down on him. 

“Fuck.” Togame groaned under his breath at the answer, his finger instantly pushing the bar as high as it would go as you gasped in surprise. Dropping your plastic cup to the ground as the last dregs of alcohol pooled on the floor beneath your feet. 

It had both men on the couch imagining that the clear puddle was a pool of your slick as you began to blurt out apologies to Umemiya. 

“God, I want to ruin her.” Togame muttered beneath his breath as he kept the vibrations high, “She’s so cute.”

You glared across the room at Kaji again, the pleasure shrouding your mind meant you didn’t even notice he was no longer holding his cell phone as you felt another wave of pleasure roll through you. Dancing on the precipice of your climax as Umemiya placed a hand on the small of your back to question whether you’d like another drink, a movement that had your cheeks flushed scorching hot as you wondered whether he could feel the tiny toy vibrating wildly inside of you. It had to be on the highest setting with the way you were certain you could hear it, even over the loud music and raucous laughter. 

You smiled at Umemiya with a nod, accepting his offer for another drink as you pulled out your cell phone to text Kaji. You wanted to storm across the room and tell him it was all too much, but you weren’t even certain your legs would carry you that far. Bracing your forearms against the kitchen counter as you began to type a message. 

You[9.48PM]: Ren turn it down.

You[9:50PM]: I just spilt a drink and I almost came in front of Ume. That’s so fucking embarrassing.

“Aww, she thinks it's still you controlling it.” Togame grinned, ignoring your pleas for mercy as he showed the text chain to Kaji, allowing him to read the new messages you’d sent through. Doing the opposite of your request he instead moved his finger to turn the toy up higher, “Are you gonna tell her, or shall I?”

“Turn it off.” Kaji glared, reaching into his jeans pocket to grab a fresh lollipop as he toyed with the wrapper. Tugging it between blunt fingers he began to unravel it, shoving the plastic in his hoodie pocket as he shoved the candy into his mouth to try and stop the desire to snap at the older man. 

“Or are we gonna let her find out on her own.” Togame ignored him completely.

You[9.52PM]: I’m gonna cum.

Togame’s eyes lit up like an excited child on Christmas receiving their dream gift from Santa as he shifted his focus to where you were standing across the room. Keeping the pulses high and the speed intense as you felt as though you’d been electrocuted. The sensation was so powerful that Kaji was tempted to get off the couch and leave his phone with Togame to bend you over and pull the toy out of you but didn’t trust the man enough to not go through your private pictures in his absence. 

“Stop the toy.” Kaji glared, “You’ve had enough.”

“Aww but you said five minutes, and she’s about to cum—”

“I told you, you don’t get to make her cum.” Kaji had enough, taking advantage of Togame’s distractedness as he reclaimed his cell phone— but he wasn’t quick enough. 

The vibration setting remained high as you felt your orgasm surge through you hard and fast. Holding onto the island counter by the kitchen as you came hard, pursing your lips together to stop yourself from crying out in pleasure as euphoria took over. Your velvety walls clamped down around the buzzing toy as it pressed firm against that same spongy spot inside you, blinking back the white spots that clouded your vision as you tried to remember to breathe. 

Kaji often used the toy to tease you in public, but he rarely (if ever) allowed you to cum. The shame and embarrassment started to ebb away at you as you wondered if anyone had noticed or if anyone could hear. The vibrations were still so intense that you could feel them all the way to your clit as you squeezed your thighs together to try and quell the incessant throb that continued to jump inside you. 

And the position you were now in did little to help your predicament. Leaning over the table as the skirt of your dress began to ride up, so both men across the room could get the most perfect teasing glimpse of the curve of your ass beneath the short dress you were wearing.

“Fuck, are you sure she’s even wearing panties?” Togame grunted, shifting his position on the couch as he subtly smoothed a palm along his front to press against his crotch in a feeble attempt to alleviate the tension in his pelvis, “The toy could just slide right out, no?”

“She’s wearing ‘em,” Kaji sucked his chupa chups, “I put it in her.”

“Shit,” He groaned, “You lucky bastard.”

Kaji knew he should’ve turned the toy off there and then. Desperately close to creaming his pants as he watched you come undone in front of your closest friends, politely accepting another cup of alcohol off Umemiya as you tried to pretend that nothing was wrong. But he took enough pity on you to turn it down, letting the vibrations dull to a constant gentle pulse as you gained enough sense to try and make your way across the room to him. 

Inhaling deeply before setting off on shaky knees, gripping the plastic cup Umemiya had given you so roughly that it concave in your grip, the liquid almost spilling out and down your dress as you took a sip. 

But what you don’t expect to see when you come closer is the old number two in command of Shishitoren, Togame Jou, sitting beside him. 

“Hey, sweetheart. You havin’ fun?” Togame grinned, “Your boyfriend’s been letting me into your little secret.”

“W-what?” 

Pleasure continued to shroud your thoughts as you barely managed to sit yourself down haphazardly on Kaji’s lap as he wrapped an arm around the curve of your ass, resting his hand on your thigh as the other held the phone. 

Kaji could feel the vibrations flowing through you and resounding against his thighs. Your ass shifted on his lap as he felt you brush against his clothed, neglected cock he found himself pressing you down on him with more pressure. 

“Turn it off please.” You whimpered in his ear, and he couldn’t mask the deep, guttural groan that left his lips at how pitiful you sounded. 

“I don’t think she deserves to have it switched off yet,” Togame continued and it was then that it dawned on you. 

He knew. 

“You know what that is?”

Your shaky hand reached out to turn the toy off completely as you heaved a sigh of relief, your hand loosened against the plastic cup as you raised a shaky hand to your lips to chug some back. 

“Course I do, sweetheart.” He grinned, “Kaji over here even let me have a go, didn’t you?” 

You felt Kaji’s grip tighten against you as the realisation dawned on you that he’d let Togame control your vibrator too. 

“Didn’t think I’d be able to make you cum that hard without touching you, though.” 

“Don’t tell anyone.” You mumbled, cheeks flushed as the molten heat continued to drop through your veins like lava. 

“Don’t worry,” He smiled, “It can be our little secret.”

“I would love to see the mess I made of you, though.” Togame quickly glanced at Kaji before giving his undivided attention back to you, “Is that okay?”

It was Kaji’s comforting touch on your leg that had you slowly moving to appease both men. You instinctively began to part your thighs as emerald eyes focused on the space between your legs, clearly seeing the dark patch against your blade panties as he let out a desperate groan beneath his breath. He leaned forward to drag two of his knuckles against it as he felt how wet you were, the material of your panties catching against his skin as he watched you bite down on your bottom lip hard. 

“Is she always this wet?” He groans, asking as though you’re not even there. 

“Pretty much,” Kaji mumbled as you shifted on his lap again. Tempted to unbutton his jeans and have you sit on his cock right now, even though the room was abuzz with your closest friends.

“Shit,” Togame choked back a while, “You’re pure sin, sweetheart. Pure fucking sin.”

“You can go now,” Kaji responded bluntly, glaring across at the man.

“Now, now,” Togame drawled, “There’s no reason to be like that— especially when I made your girl cum hard, didn’t I sweetheart?”

“I knew something was up,” You mumbled, “He never turns it up that high.”

“Clearly you don’t know what you’re missing out on,” Togame laughs, loud and boisterous, “I thought I was gonna have you squirtin’ all over the kitchen floor.”

The thought alone had embarrassment blooming inside you, as you tried to ignore the way your heart rattled against your ribcage. Immediately closing your thighs as you tried to calm yourself down, your needy clit throbbing with neglect. 

“But I’m still glad I got to make you cum, pretty girl.” Togame grinned. 

You’d probably kill Kaji for this later— allowing another person to see what you were both doing when you were out in public, but first, you needed to tame the throb that was still emanating from your core as your tight hole begged to be filled with something bigger. Hopeful that Kaji would walk you home and give you everything you’d been missing as he fucks you into the shape of his cock. 

“We’re going home,” Kaji spoke as though it was a statement, not a question as he helped stand you up off the couch as he ensured your dress was fixed. 

“Wait, wait, wait. What’s the rush?” Togame droned, “I just got one more thing to ask before you go, but it’s a question for you.”

It felt intimidating the way Togame’s green eyes were watching you, almost surveying you as he pulled his head up from the back of the couch to meet your gaze. 

“He got to put that little toy in you,” Togame nods towards Kaji, “So can I be the one to take it out?”

[togament]

“Why the fuck would I want him back of all people?”, you tell your friends, side eyeing the man in question—your ex—from across the bar whose sipping on god knows what concoction. You end up meeting eyes with him and you falter for a moment before you continue, slightly stammering over your words, “fucker ain’t even worth my time anymore.” You take a large swig from your drink while he takes a mere sip from his.

Minutes after, you’re bent over the bathroom sink with your ex’s girth impossibly stretching you with his face in the crook of your neck and his hand over your mouth to cover your moans facing the dirtied mirror. Faces flush with the effects of alcohol and unbearable pleasure. Nothing’s covering the sounds of the rhythmic *plap plap plap* from his harsh thrusting though. You’re grateful the god awful bar music’s drowning it out slightly. Slightly.

You kind of hate how he only gets to fuck you like this so secretly now. You kind of wish you both didn’t—

“Ngh—baby-“, he mutters against your neck and you tighten around him. It sends a wave of pleasure through his body before he speaks between each thrust, punctuating each syllable between each one, “f-fuck—you liked that huh? Missed me? Well I missed ya too,” he thrusts harder and you swear his voice got a bit softer. Your face is against the mirror now, his larger hand now circled around your hip to reach your clit.

You remember why he’s your favorite ex all of a sudden with his fingers expertly working you the way he knows best.

“Fuckin’ missed ya too. Missed fuckin’ MY pussy.“

— ENDO, Sakura, KAJI, Chika, Kiryu, Togame, YOUR FAVE.

[eevees-hobbies]

Hiya! Could I please request the wind breaker boys, bofurin & shishitoren reactions to the reader in a sexy Halloween costume at a party? (Possibly a sexy bunny girl, but any sexy costume really 💜)

Author’s Note: Anon, you’re wild for thinking about Halloween this early! But I get; I’m a spooky girlie, too. Or am I off base, and Halloween is just an excuse to dress like a bunny girl? Anyway, I enjoyed writing this! I might do a part 2 with more characters as we get closer to Halloween. Here are some reactions and scenarios to your costume!

Content Warning: Um, tis smutty. Thigh-fucking, making out, groping in public, sex in a residence that isn’t yours, nipple licking, mention of face-fucking, jealousy, cumshot, public humiliation, masturbation. 

Word Count: 2.2K

Divider by Saradika. Story banner by me.

Haruka Sakura

You swore you told Sakura what you planned to wear at the Halloween party. Maybe you were a little non-descriptive when you said you were going to wear a bunny outfit, leaving out the fact that the neckline dipped so low that there was a potential of your breasts falling out of the top or how your “bottoms” consisted of only thigh high fishnet stockings.

When Sakura saw you from across the party, he stopped mid-conversation with Suo, who followed Sakura’s line of sight and let out a whistle when he saw you.

“Wow, Sakura. I had no idea you were so secure in your relationship that you’d let Y/N wear something so revealing. I don’t think I–oh,” Suo couldn’t finish his sentence because Sakura was shoving people in the crowd just to get to you. 

As Suo watched his friend part a sea of people with his palms to their faces, he couldn’t help but smirk. “Maybe I instigated that a little.”

As you raise your hand to give a friend a wave, Sakura grips your wrist and pulls you into the nearest room. Your eyes can barely adjust to the darkness, but based on the smell of oil and what you believe to be an outline of the roof of a car, you realize that you’re in the homeowner's garage. The sound of the door locking echoes ominously behind you. If this were any other situation, you’d probably scream, but somewhere in the darkness is Sakura, and there’s nothing to worry about, right?

You reach out in an attempt to touch him–hoping to grab a hand or bicep–but you only feel a firm grip on your shoulders and being turned around, forcibly bent over with your face against the hood of the car.

“Why’d you have to wear something so fucking slutty?”

“W-wha?! Sakura?!” you try to move from underneath him, but his hand against your lower back is unwavering. You hear the sound of pants unzipping, “Kitten, there’s no way you're going to be able to put your dick in me. This thing is so tight against my crotch–”

“Who said I want your pussy,” he grumbles. You hear him spit into his palm before he places two thumbs against the exposed flesh of your thighs and spreads them. Sakura’s body tenses up as he slips his dick in between your inner thighs, his head practically swimming at how warm and soft they are.

You can’t help but place a hand over your mouth, stifling a laugh as your boyfriend ruts against your thighs, and you would have kept laughing if not for the feeling of his cock rubbing against the crotch of your outfit. The friction against your clit has you biting your lip and bouncing back against him because fuck, maybe he’s onto something?

Ren Kaji

“What are you supposed to be?” Kotoha asks you as she tilts her head, eyes sweeping over your not-so-halloween outfit. You’re wearing a gray hoodie, black skinny jeans, and your boyfriend's Bofurin jacket. Your hand reaches up instinctively to touch the headphones around your neck–a sudden habit you’ve developed during the night to make sure they're still snug and in place.

“I’m dressed as Ren. Can’t you tell?”

You had been wearing a bunny outfit earlier that night, but as you exited the bathroom in your home and did a twirl for Kaji, ears flopping up and down as you bounced, you quickly realized that you might need to consider a new outfit.

Kaji looked over you with unbridled lust and a hint of jealousy pooling in his eyes. He can mentally see how his friends will drink you in tonight. The idea of them lusting after you, thinking about fucking you, and even touching themselves to the thought of you has the sucker in his mouth breaking against clenched teeth.

He can see Tsugeura pretending to squeeze past you by putting his large, muscly hands on your curvy hips, his crotch so close to your ass you’d feel the bulge rubbing against your exposed cheeks. 

He can see Kiryu sweetly asking to take a picture of your outfit, placing an arm around your shoulders, a hand leisurely placed in between the valley of your breasts, a finger brushing against the spot in your outfit where he knows your nipple is straining against the fabric.

“Give us a pretty smile for the gram, sweetie!” That very picture no doubt being used for nefarious activities that night. 

“No.”

You wrap your arms across your chest, fully intending to stand your ground, “No?” You let out a breathy laugh but pause when his mouth doesn’t give way to a smile. 

“Absolutely not. Go change.” His voice is smooth, as if there’s no room for argument, and with Kaji, there really isn’t.

He was serious! 

“I don’t understand?”

“Let me show you what my friends will fantasize about doing to you when they see you dressed like that. Get on your knees.” 

You bite your lip, briefly considering disobeying, but when Kaji gives an order, you better listen, or else you’ll end up with a sore ass. Without breaking eye contact–though your heart is stuttering in your chest–you do what a smart girl does and get on your knees for your boyfriend.

And Kaji didn’t feel an ounce of remorse when he slipped his dick past your pretty lips and rested heavily on your eager tongue. 

He didn’t feel an ounce of remorse when his dick was so far down your throat that drool was dripping down and landing on your splayed-out thighs below you, splattering against the opening in your fishnets. 

He certainly didn’t feel remorse when he gritted his teeth as his balls clenched violently, and he pulled your head back by those silly bunny ears and came on your chest and, in extension, your Halloween costume–effectively ruining it.

You gave him an earful for how petty and ridiculous he was, but he simply put a sucker in his mouth and stared at you with a glint of humor behind his blue eyes, pleased with himself.

As Kotoha nods and looks your “Ren Kaji” outfit up and down, you can feel eyes boring into the back of your head. You turn and catch Kaji's gaze from across the room; unsurprisingly, he still has that same pleased look.

Jo Togame

You squirm restlessly in the lap of Togame. Since you arrived at the party, he hasn’t let you out of his sight.  

As soon as he laid emerald eyes on you, those eyes slowly appraising your body from head to toe, all his attention was on you and only you. “Do a little spin for me, beautiful?” he crooned while imitating the spinning gesture with a finger.

You were more than happy to oblige for him because good bunny girls listen! You spun around, enjoying the hungry look you were getting from him and his Shishitoren buddies.

“Yeaaaah, I need a closer look.” He points to his lap, a seat you’re all too familiar with. You must not have been moving fast enough as you approached him because he grabbed your hand and pulled you into his waiting lap.

Through the night, he continued to hold conversations with friends and sip at his bottle of ramune, all while your ass lives plastered against his crotch. As you squirm, his arm around your shoulders only pulls you in more, and he shoots you a smile.

“Hey, can you all give me a minute with my girl?”

You relish in his words as his friends shuffle off elsewhere and Togame turns his attention to you. 

“I hope you know what this costume is doing to me.”

Of course, you know what the costume is doing to him. You’ve been sitting on something long, thick, and ridiculously hard all night.

You look at him through your eyelashes and bite your lip as he places a hand on your breast in front of partygoers and kisses you, all while keeping you in his lap. It feels sinful to be so publicly obscene, and you can hear mumbles and murmurs from around you as his tongue slides into your mouth and his hand squeezes the flesh of your breast, fingers dancing over the exposed tops of them that are being pushed out of the corset.

He pulls away and tilts his head towards the door, “Wanna get out of here? I have plans for this costume.”

And you can’t put a perfectly good bunny costume to waste, can you? No, you can’t.

Hajime Umemiya

I’m sorry for all you toxic-love enthusiasts out there, but Ume is as wholesome as they come. Every Halloween, you two take immense care and consideration in picking out matching outfits. You are the epitome of #couplegoals. And after weeks of sending back-and-forth links to costumes, you finally agreed upon the perfect ones. 

Sugishita stares at the halo around Umemiya’s head and nods in complete agreement–yes, of course, he’s an angel. It fits perfectly, he thinks to himself.

“Water, Ume?” You walk up behind him, offering him a bottle of water. Umemiya is shirtless except for feathery white wings that are strapped around his chest. At the last minute, he decided to keep it simple with white pants and a black belt. You are dressed as his inverse, the angel to his devil with horns and a tail. 

You take a minute to admire his shirtless figure, broad shoulders, and freshly healed scratches from the night before, which puts a bit of a dopey smile on your face. The muscles in his strong back shift as he turns to look at you with a grin upon hearing your voice.

“Baby girl! There you are! I was just telling Sugishita that you should have been the angel since I think it fits you more.

You shake your head, smiling, “I like playing the devil. Don’t you think that’s more fitting for me, Sugishita?”

Sugishita looks between you both, nodding furiously at his favorite person’s favorite person.

And as the night draws to a close and you’re both helping the homeowner clean up after the party, you can’t help but push Umemiya into the closet, closing the door behind you.

And you might be the one who instigates the first move, but he’s the one who pushes you against the wall in return, your body sinking into the clothes on the coat rack. 

“Ume, you’ve looked like a snack all night.”

“Yeah? I wouldn’t mind you taking a bite out of me.” he shivers as your fingers trace his nipples. He’s always been sensitive there, and you’ve always been quick to take advantage of that.

“I think we should keep these outfits for a little roleplaying, no?” Your tongue darts out and traces the curvature of his nipple, earning you a whimper and “Oh, fuck” from Ume’s lips.

He looks down at you, already making quick work of removing the red corset around your midsection. “How much time do you think we have before they realize we’re in the closet?”

You smile and kiss his jaw, “Maybe 7 minutes if we’re quiet?”

“When have I ever allowed you to be quiet?”

Fuck, he has a point.

Hayato Suo

You had no idea what you were planning to wear to the costume party, so when Suo offered to help you find an outfit, you happily accepted.

You’re a glutton for punishment, I suppose.

Suo knew precisely what he was doing. With the deliberate actions of a sociopath, Suo ordered your costume early but chose not to say anything to you. It wasn’t until you glanced at the calendar that your eyes widened at the encroaching date circled in red marker. 

“Suo! I still don’t have a costume, and the party is in two days!”

“Ooh,” he clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “I told you I’d handle everything. I already have something picked out specifically for you.”

You were overtaken with relief. Suo always had a plan; you knew he wouldn’t disappoint you. At least that’s how you felt before he brought out the most revealing bunny costume you’d ever seen.

And to be honest, you weren't even sure they sold this version of the costume in regular stores. But what were you going to do? The party was in two days, and if you wanted to go shopping for a costume, you’d have no option but to pick from the leftovers, and you’d end up dressed like the Kool-Aid man. No, thank you!

You took the costume, eyes drilling into the most revealing of spots. “What’s your costume, Suo?”

“I don’t do costumes, but if anyone asks, I’ll tell them I’m your handler, sweet bunny girl.”

Two days quickly come and go, and as you enter the party with Suo walking so close behind you, you can feel the heat from his body on your exposed back; eyes stop and stare at you, and Suo drinks every interaction in as though he’s using it as foreplay until he can finally get you alone and underneath him. 

For now, he watches in delight as you make all of his friends so uncomfortable with your jiggly thighs, bouncy ass, and flushed cheeks.