#suo hayato x reader

[hanaeriin]

Hi hanae (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I was wondering, what type of girl would Mitsuki, Suo and Kaji would fall for? Like, what's their type and stuff. I don't mind if you add someone else to the list but I was kinda just curious and thought I'd ask you! Thank you so much🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

DREAM GiRL. suo hayato ,, kiryu mitsuki & kaji ren x fem!reader ノ fluff, sfw & some chit chat about what the boys want in their ideal girl.

NOTE. i will admit, this one took an embarrassing amount of time of me just debating with myself cuz it's my first attempt at writing with i instead of you and on top of that, my own opinions !!?- i hope you enjoy this still despite the late delivery ><!!

“ SUO HAYATO.

❣ okie, i personally think he's the type who absolutely loves a girl who can put up with him, he's the kind of man who prefers being in control yet he likes being on the edge at times. i think his ideal girl would be someone who is daring yet he also prefers if she's very expressionate and is very easy to get flustered because i could definitely see this man will leave you hanging after a makeout session just to see you come running back to him hours later. he's a menace, don't say i didn't warn ya.

❣ if i had to put a ship dynamic for this, i would say opposite attracts because i don't know how to explain it...i feel like he's the kind of guy who loves the idea of bantering with his girl because it will give him an excuse to waste your time on him and let me tell you...this man is enjoying every single second of it!!

❣ he's the kind of guy who will accept all your flaws and almost anything just make you for who you are.

“ KIRYU MITSUKI.

❣ is it bad that i believe that he has a soft spot for girls with creative mindset like artist, writer and so on. the best way to explain it is that creative people tend to be more open-minded or so how i would like to believe, he would definitely like it if his girl is pretty chill enough to hanging out with the boys and someone who is pretty confident about herself because that's what he wants for you, who doesn't want a girl who can stand up for herself and maybe be a little unhinged too? he thinks it's a part of your unique charm.

❣ for ship dynamic, i would say carefree guy x chaotic girl, being the gentleman he is...he always let you do whatever you want because he thinks it's entertaining how chaotic you can get, he's like your personal cheerleader, he likes watching you being all happy despite the questionable things you do sometimes...

❣ whether you're a gamer or not, he would be so happy to have a gaming session just between the two of you. in his eyes, it's another date but virtually;; at home and being all cozy with each other. you two are practically inseparable.

“ KAJI REN.

❣ despite how he is, i believe his ideal type is a girl who is absolute sweetheart and is very friendly with those around her. basically someone who is the cheese to his spice if you get what I mean...he wants someone who is patient with him because he's aware that whenever he can't control his temper, he is easily blind by rage. i think he also wants a girl who can appreciate music and it's even better if she has good tastes on songs, and don't tell him that i'm telling you this...but i think he would absolutely love the idea of his girl singing or even humming to the tune, he thinks it's adorable.

❣ the ship dynamic for this is... the grumpy and the sunshine, i mean it's pretty obvious but you know this guy will never admit it out loud... he's a natural protector and while he might not have the brain but i believe standing next to him will make you feel safe, but please keep him on a leash though because he will definitely punch a random dude that was bothering you, his fists are yours to use.

❣ he has a soft spot for his girl, if you ask him for his stuff, he will give them to you no question ask. he will literally do anything for you... even if it's a bit embarrassing sometimes.

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[the-original-skipps]

Masterlist. Updated 21.12.2024

Boku no Hero Academia (Bakugou& Todoroki) ♡

Vanitas no Carte ♡

Tokyo Revengers (Sano Manjiro) ♡

Wind Breaker ♡

Kaiju No. 8 ♡

Genshin Impact ♡

Honkai Star Rail ♡

[sukirichi]

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when i see you again | gojo x reader

virgin killer trio | aiku, otoya, karasu

the good in goodbye | gojo x reader

the (un)expected confession | togame x reader

the victor | togame x reader

meeting them again after the breakup | umemiya & togame

coffee break | hayato suo

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[mangostarjam]

WIND BREAKER MASTERLIST

SAKURA HARUKA

taking care - nsfw

home cooking - nsfw, kinktober ffg

SUO HAYATO

maid in paradise - nsfw

[gibberishfangirl]

WIND BREAKER | when you get a job

Synopsis ✰ head cannons of the boys when you work at a location that isn’t the safest or have to deal with a lot of rough customers

Characters ✰ Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo

Contains ✰ sfw! slight aggression/intimidation, just some of the boys being overly protective boyfriends

Haruka Sakura ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ he’s very paranoid but doesn’t want to outwardly say it to you or anyone else

❤︎ expect him to stop by every single day when he’s on patrol

❤︎ “huh? what are you doing here? this spot isn’t part of your patrol area.” you were so confused when he first stopped by

❤︎ “i’m hungry, what can i say?” he would always use the excuse of being hungry to check on you

❤︎ he has the strongest temptation to deck any asshole customer who’s giving you hard time

❤︎ don’t be surprised when he actually does

❤︎ “watch your mouth, you should learn some manners. you sound like a loser talking like that.”

❤︎ Sakura will argue with them all day, he acts as if he has all the time in the world

❤︎ seriously consider him the restaurants security guard

❤︎ he is not afraid to throw someone out if they’re getting too aggressive

❤︎ he 100% has fist fought a crazy customer before

❤︎ you considered his actions to be very sweet

❤︎ you would give him fries whenever he defended you

❤︎ he always shows up towards the end of your shift so he can walk you home

❤︎ always wants to make sure you get to work and back home safely

❤︎ “send me your schedule for the week.” “why?” “just because.”

Hajime Umemiya ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ he shows no physical reaction but keeps it in the back of his mind

❤︎ doesn’t want to seem like the over protective boyfriend by showing up to your work or anything

❤︎ he is the over protective boyfriend who shows up to your work

❤︎ unlike Sakura he doesn’t go every single day but he will go occasionally

❤︎ the first time he went was to scope out the area and see how it is

❤︎ sends a group to go patrol around that area after knowing you work around there

❤︎ will request the crew to send him reports of how your doing

❤︎ Umemiya accidentally makes your spot more popular

❤︎ that literally curses you with nonstop rush hours

❤︎ since the area became a lot safer thanks to him, more customers than ever stop on by

❤︎ truly a blessing and a curse

❤︎ he always goes to pick you up at the end of the shift

❤︎ you always get him a milkshake to silently thank him for his efforts to protect you

❤︎ one time he stopped by and found a customer yelling at you about messing up his order even though he was the one who ordered it wrong

❤︎ Umemiya puts a strong hand on the guys shoulder squeezing it very tightly before giving him a deadly glare

❤︎ the guy immediately backs off and apologizes for raising his voice at you

❤︎ most customers actually become a lot nicer to you being very well aware of who your boyfriend is

❤︎ “did you have a good day at work?”

❤︎ if you had a rough shift, he’ll make sure you have a better one next time

Hayato Suo ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ he knows work can be really rough for you sometimes

❤︎ it’s hard to deal with many raging customers in one day

❤︎ not to mention there was always a fight breaking out at least one time during your shift

❤︎ it’s considered to be a good day whenever a customer only yells at you once

❤︎ he feels really bad about what you go through

❤︎ he always wants you to quit but never brings up the idea to you as he knows you have a strong work ethic

❤︎ he eventually takes matters into his own hands

❤︎ will pull up to your job occasionally with some of his friends

❤︎ lowkey becomes a hang out spot sometimes for some reason ?

❤︎ due to them being around occasionally it scares off some bad crowds

❤︎ he’ll make it his business to break up the fights so you don’t have to do it yourself

❤︎ work surprisingly becomes more peaceful and easy with him around

❤︎ he will not hesitate to check someone for their attitude against you

❤︎ he pays very close attention to how your being treated during your shifts

❤︎ he just wants to make sure you’re not overworking yourself

a/n <3 : this is heavily dedicated to my fast food working baddies who understand the struggle. sorry if you couldn’t relate to some of the stuff (be glad you don’t T-T) apologies if this was a bit short, it was just mini thoughts of how i think these three would be like in this scenario

[littleplantfreak]

Word Count: 847

Suo x Reader (drabble ig?)

I wanted to write something with fallen angel suo and originally I was gonna make him mean but for some reason I can never do him dirty T-T I didn’t check it for errors so ✌️

Cws: Blood, maybe implied corruption? idk

Every time you meet Suo, he plucks a feather from your wings. He laughs as you pout, grumbling that you should do the same to him and he agrees, inching them closer to you. You never do grab one, nor do you ask why he does it.

 Are angels supposed to meet with fallen angels? Of course not, but if nothing else, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. He doesn’t tell you why he fell, or what happened to make him cover his eye with a patch. The answer is nebulous and changes by the day, but that’s also part of the charm isn’t it? It’s part of the allure that led to you meeting with him every week, sitting under a heavy canopy of trees or slipping into a dimly lit cave a trail of flower petals led you to. 

He’s a pinprick of red, crimson in your otherwise white, colorless life of working to watch over people who can’t see you. A thankless task, but necessary. Your way of living has been ingrained in you time and time again like water eroding mountains to follow a path out to sea, so by now the words come automatically.

“I don’t need to be thanked, Suo. I was made for this.” It’s an assurance you make time and time again, even if you sigh sometimes when you think about the monotony of it all. 

Help, bless, pray and repeat. 

Suo recently showed you laundromats, and the way the washing machine spins the water and soapy clothes in circles is how your job has started to feel. The trance you fall into as it spins is the very trance you slip into easily completing your assigned tasks. 

“I think it’s natural to want to be thanked for your work.” His words eat at you sometimes, because you can tell they’re sincere. Regardless of his status, of what he is, and how he’s fallen, you can tell with certainty he believes it. You would say that, is what you want to say back, but he doesn’t deserve cruel words when he’s been nothing but kind.

No one’s questioned your absences, or your missing feathers. Both are sparse in the grand scheme of things and if anyone has noticed or made note, it’s been filed away as a transgression so minor you feel like screaming. 

Why doesn’t that matter? Why shouldn’t someone be concerned? Why do they look at you funny if you even so much as think to ask a question that goes against what you’ve been taught? The word ‘why’ is small but stark. It stands out in your mind like the small dots of blood that replace the feathers Suo plucks from you over and over. The empty spaces have started to fill, but by the time you realize what’s happened, your wings have splatters of black against what was once a pristine white canvas. 

You paint over them every morning one by one trying to bury the evidence, but you can feel the difference in how you think and see the world. When it comes time to meet Suo again, you can tell he sees through the effort you’ve put in to make yourself seem normal. Whatever normal was is not your normal now, but when he places his own black feather in your hand, you realize it’s just as soft as your own. It weighs the same, probably even has the same chemical makeup if you tested it in a lab, but the color is growing on you the more you look at it. Maybe this normal is better. 

For now though, you bring the feather with you, shoving yourself back into the wash cycle. It can’t be much longer before someone starts to notice, but by the time they do, you’re sure it will be too late, and you’ll be long gone. It seems silly now to say an angel has fallen when they keep their wings, you think. 

Suo hears that comment from you himself too, smiling as if he knows a secret. Would you believe him if he told you the truth? That the black feathered wings usually only grow back after their old ones have been torn from their backs, blood flowing and staining skin and lost plumage like a waterfall?

The first day he saw you he could tell right away what your course was meant to be. The look in your eyes was the same as his right before he was grounded and left flightless in a heap, not a hand to help him up in sight. 

It’s good that he found a way around that. A way to save you from the pain and shame of not just falling, but being crushed under heel by the very entity that made you who you are. You’re happy now, looking through the garden he’s brought you to as you use an old botany book to search up what the flowers are. Your words from a lifetime ago ring true, if only for him. He doesn’t need to be thanked, he’s sure he was made for this.  

[blunderland]

I brought food for the Suo stans and it's spicy 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Please be mindful of the tags 😌

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wind Breaker - にいさとる | Nii Satoru (Manga), Wind Breaker (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Suo Hayato/Reader, Suo Hayato/You, Suo Hayato/Other(s) Characters: Suo Hayato, Reader, You, Sakura Haruka (Wind Breaker), Nirei Akihiko Additional Tags: Top Suo Hayato, Gentleman Suo Hayato, Suo Hayato is a Little Shit, Possessive Suo Hayato, Suo's yandere tendencies if you squint really hard, Aged-Up Character(s), Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, getting railed while on the phone, Mating Press, Creampie, Not a lot of dialogue, Aftercare, Suo Hayato is a Sadist, Explicit Language, Consensual Sex, Forehead Kisses, Sleepy Kisses, Kinktober, children look away, Fluff and Smut, Romantic Fluff, switching between calling him Suo and Hayato Summary:

Suo was a gentleman in the eyes of many. It was true to an extent, but only you knew what he was like behind close doors, when he has you gripping the sheets with toe-curling want.

[nekomanager]

HEAVEN BY YOUR SIDE ♡ SUO HAYATO

it's your wedding night with your now husband, SUO HAYATO

THEMES ⋮ f!reader, virgin!reader, just lovemaking because we can be soft girls sometimes, can't we? dedicated to my online bestie: @suosteacup

Suo might say you could take your time, but he'd been dying to have you in his arms just like the many nights he imagined you as he tried to get you out of his head.

You laid in bed, heart full of anxiety. Tonight was your wedding night with the the love of your life. He was fine in every detail and you weren't sure if you...your body was enough to please him.

You heard the door open and you immediately sat up. It was dark; though the moonlight slightly illuminated the room, it's still not enough for you to see a single figure. "W-Who are you?" You nervously asked. "Is that you, my love?"

My love. He'd been craving to hear those words from you ever since. "Yes, this is me." Your heart warmed up at the gentleness of his voice.

"That's great to hear. I'm happy to make you happy."

"T-That's...I don't know what you're..." You got flustered and he smiled wide.

The bed dipped a little as your now husband joined beside you. Suo cupped your face and planted a kiss on your cheek. "You deserve everything."

Suddenly, you felt your slowly fears dissipating to thin air with just him speaking so lovingly. You held his hand, the one right on your cheek. It felt so natural when you leaned into his touch. It was warm and soft. It felt so manly. Just through a simple touch like this you could sense how painters and sculptors would die just to get an art like this.

"How? How could I deserve all of this?" You asked, finally dawning in you that you're finally with the love you've been yearning for.

"Because I love you. I love you more than you could ever know." He said and chuckled a little. "Hmmm...looks like you need some convincing."

Your every urge to protest took the back seat when he planted a kiss so soft on your forehead and gently laid you down, hovering above you.

Your breath hitched as he dragged his lips down the bridge of your nose until he reached your lips. His kiss tasted so sweet like you're getting drunk on it, on him. His tongue exploring your mouth and teaching you things you didn't know before.

He slid your flimsy nightwear off your body, making you feel cold that you embraced him close to you. Suo's skin was so smooth against your palm. You felt the strong breadth of his shoulder and the dips and bulges of his back muscles. His lips on your neck prompted you to have your legs open to welcome him, involuntarily buckling around his waist. You were drawn to him in depths unfathomable and you couldn't help yourself.

You ran your fingertips down the outline of his face—his long lashes, high cheekbones, chiseled jaw and soft to the touch lips—trying to make a figure out of it. He's beautiful against your touch.

You cupped his cheek and he couldn't bear but melt.

Taking your hand away, he kissed the inside of your palm. "You do really know how to make me feel helpless don't you?" He brought your hand right through his chest where his beating heart was. "Look what you've done. I feel this much for you." And he'd been dying to make you feel the overflowing love he'd been keeping at bay all this time.

Even though it's dark, it seemed as if you knew he was gazing down upon you lovingly. It felt as though you could see right through him. You pulled him close to you for one long and fervent kiss.

He wanted to make you feel his love and everything of him with his every kiss as he explored you further, tracing his lips along your stomach as he fondled your breast, fingers slightly playing with your nipple, while his other hand ran up and down your thigh.

"Mhmn," you moaned, unsure, feeling his face in between your legs. You didn't know what's happening and it felt like a hazy dream with this darkness yet you felt your desire coming in even stronger.

"Be patient. I'll take good care of you." He said as he placed a sweet kiss on your pussy. His tongue joined, tasting each line of your folds, every nook and cranny. His hands languidly caressed your thighs as you writhed against his mouth.

"Uhn, H-Hayato!" You breathed out.

He parted ways from your cunt, wiping his face with the back of his arm. "You taste so sweet. Why're you keeping this from me for a long time?" With eyes trained on you, he inserted a finger inside.

"Is this okay?" He asked and you just nodded. "Or do you want more?"

"Whatever pleases you," you said almost running out of breath.

"Mm-hm...that's not what this is, angel." He smiled as he added another finger, pushing in and out of you slowly at first until he increased his speed. "I want what pleases you." You arched your back and moaned in complete mess. You didn't know what's happening because of the darkness, but the more you felt so unbridled with more need and desire. Just his long and thick fingers inside of you and your mind went black.

"Hayato-!" You screamed as you cummed and he took his fingers out. He kissed your belly button and shifted his focus on your breast, taking a nipple in his mouth while slowly massaging your pussy. You shivered against him, his fingers drenched with your arousal. Seeing that you're ready, he brought back his lips with yours, your fingers tangling with the strands of his hair.

Ending the kiss, he propped his weight on his arm beside your head. He aligned the tip of his cock against your entrance, gently sliding it up and down until it got enough of your wetness. Slowly dipping in, he noticed the way you groaned in sting and stopped.

"Hey, I'll be here. I got you." Suo placed a kiss on your forehead. "Just hold on me tight, 'kay?" You nodded your head and laced your fingers together. You buried your face into the pillow as soon as you felt the ache when his thick cock finally started entering you. He wasn't even fully in yet.

"Shhh, shhh..." He hushed, tenderly petting your head. "Breathe in... and out. Do you still want to continue?" he asked full of concern and you nodded, yes.

Placing a kiss on your eyelid, he continued moving very slowly. He moaned and closed his eyes just with how tight and warm you were as he finally got all of his length inside you.

"Good girl," he kissed your forehead again. "You feel so damn good."

Moving in and out of your pussy, he's starting to lose control. You're just so tight around him, but knew he should get himself together, for it would hurt you. With every pump, he felt like he's about to become undone a lot earlier than he expected. He tightly gripped your laced fingers together and passionately kissed you everytime you'd hiss and moan at the pain and pleasure.

It stung a lot at first, but with the way your husband touched you and kissed you like there's no one else in this world who could love you the same, was making everything feel so good. It was no surprise when you're now craving more despite. Your hips now following his every movement, grinding around him too.

The feeling of his long cock touching the deepest part of you and his thickness stretching you out, felt so painful and amazing at the same time, it's driving you crazy. Just like love. It was like you loved him from all the past lives you've had. Next you knew, you were so lost in him and in the way your moans and groans blended in harmony, echoing in your empty room.

"Hah hah, Hahyato!" You moaned and brought him to the edge. He's sure from the very moment you started meeting his thrusts and started chanting his name in a lewd manner.

He grunted. "I'm close! Y/N, I'm close." And he couldn't help it. "I'm sorry. I can't hold back any longer." He said as he you rammed fast, eyes almost rolling at the back of his head,

You called out to him even louder as you feel your own climax arriving. He trembled and hissed and you bit his shoulder, muffling your cry in your own release. He still moved in and out of you slowly and in a very soothing manner as you both catch your breaths, bodies still overcome with pleasure.

"I love you," he weakly huffed out against your ear.

You unlaced your fingers together, embracing him tight instead. Despite of his strong grip and very masculine presence, he's so soft and dear; he's like heaven in your arms, someone someone sent by up above like.

"Love you too," you replied and you felt him harden against your belly.

Suo bashfully chuckled. "Looks like we've got all night for ourselves."

[kajibunny]

you are my most favorite! ⋆⭒˚.⋆ w/ the wind breaker boys

✿ featuring: haruka sakura, hayato suo, ren kaji, hajime umemiya, jo togame, mitsuki kiryu ✿ contains: fluff, f!reader, established relationship ✿ a/n: this is quite near and dear to my heart! all of them have such unique personalities and interests, that i find myself reading their character profiles again and again hihi i hope you cuties like it~ (ㅅ´ ˘ `) ♡ ✿ wc: 1.7k

— your boyfriend definitely has his most beloved things and possessions, but his most favorite of them all? you, his favorite person.

ʚɞ sakura - 

you knew how much sakura loves omurice, and him sharing his food was definitely out of the question. however, he couldn’t resist how you lovingly stared at him while he ate the omurice you made for him like it was his last meal. 

“does it taste good, haru?” you asked, as he has not said a word since you handed over the special bento box you made for him. sakura nods, a small ‘hm’ escaping his mouth. you just love seeing him so happy and so full of life whenever food comes into the equation. 

“feed me too.” you murmured, pleading with puppy dog eyes. you hoped he'd catch on, sensing your wish to share a tender moment, just like those couples you’ve seen, sweetly feeding each other on their dates. 

sakura stops eating his omurice for a second, turning his attention to you and trying to absorb what you just said. “h-hah? you have hands, don’t you?” 

you pout and cross your arms at him. “it tastes better when it’s from you.” you put the spoon back in his hands, and open your mouth to say ‘ah’, waiting for him to give you a spoonful of his food.

he looks away with an evident blush on his cheeks. sakura found it difficult to say no to you, especially when you were being all cute like this. he scoops up some omurice with his spoon, and raises it up to your lips. “fine, but hurry up, it’s embarrassing…”

maybe sakura could make an exception and share his favorite food with his favorite person, after all.

ʚɞ kaji - 

kaji is generally quite protective of his things, his treasured headphones were a gift from the person he looks up to the most, his hoodie is among one of the few clothes he has in his closet, his lollipop was the only thing that kept him calm whenever he was close to throwing a fit of anger. 

that was until you came along and you became the thing he wanted to protect the most.

you and kaji were walking home together from your date, his headphones hanging around his neck the whole time, so he could listen to you talk. the night air was crisp, and kaji immediately noticed how chilly your hand was while he held it in his. he let go of your hand for a little while, much to your dismay.

“you’re cold, so stop whining.” kaji sighs, grabbing your hands and exhaling warm air on them, before taking off his hoodie and putting it on you, the softness of the fabric immediately making you feel warmer, making your cheeks heat up as well.

“thank you, ren.” you smiled, tiptoeing to kiss his cheek as you continued talking his ear off on the way home, fingers intertwined with his as you swayed them happily while walking. 

kaji couldn’t get enough of you like this - something in him just can’t resist how cute you look wearing his hoodie. maybe, he thought, this could be his new favorite thing.

as soon as the both of you arrived at your doorstep, you refused to let go of kaji’s hand. “i just want to be with you a little more, ren…” you said to him.

“we’ll see each other tomorrow. for now, here’s something for you to remember me by.” kaji pulls his lollipop out of his mouth, caressing your cheek with his thumb as he draws you in close, kissing you with so much want and need, making sure that he and the sweet taste of his lollipop flavored kisses are all you’ll ever think about for the whole entire night.

maybe, you thought, this could be your new favorite thing too.

ʚɞ umemiya - 

gardening is umemiya’s greatest passion, and when he found out you shared his love for it, he was over the moon. wanting to share something deeply personal, he decided to invite you to his most cherished place - his rooftop garden.

he takes your hand gently, leading you up the staircase until you two reach his garden. you were greeted by a breathtaking view of carefully arranged pots and planters, nurtured by umemiya’s own hands.

“wow, these are so pretty, haji!” you admire his plants with fascinated eyes, following him along into the plant beds where he kept his vegetables.

“these are my favorites!” he points at his lush and plump tomatoes, and he also shows you his other vegetables and sprouting seedlings. “they all have different needs, different personalities…they’re just like people, in a way.” he turns to you, with a look full of love and affection. you knew how much his little garden meant to him, as he always described it with such passion whenever he proudly showed you the images on his phone, updates here and there as well as his eyes sparkling with excitement while looking at them. 

kind of like the way he looks at you too.

“you know, you kind of remind me of this garden, sweet pea.” he smiles softly at you. 

“really, how so?” you tilt your head curiously.

he steps closer to you, as umemiya envelopes you in a soft embrace. “you make me want to take care of you, like i do with these plants.” he presses a kiss to the top of your head as you lean into him, feeling as cherished as the garden he so lovingly nurtured. 

ʚɞ togame - 

you’ve always been quite curious to try togame’s favorite drink, the one that’s always pressed to his lips - his beloved ramune. 

as you watched him, your eyes were locked onto the bottle in his hand, tracing every movement as he grasps it firmly, pressing down the plastic opener with his thumb, applying pressure to release the marble and all of the drink’s carbonation. he did all this with just one hand, the same hand that lifted the bottle to his lips for a sip.

you were too busy imagining those big, strong, calloused hands on you to realize that togame had started speaking.

“would you like a taste, angel?” he asks you, offering you the bottle of ramune. you were way too fixated on him and how attractive he is that you fumble slightly with your words. 

“a taste of you…r ramune, yes, of course!” you stammered, chuckling nervously as a blush crept up your cheeks, flustered by your own thoughts.

you didn’t miss the way he tried to cover up his smile by clearing his throat, handing you the drink, watching as you took a sip. “so? do you like it? or perhaps…” he trailed off, taking the ramune from your hands and setting it down on the table. 

“do you like this more?” in one smooth motion, he leans in close, his breath warm against your lips. togame’s mouth touches yours, a slow and gentle kiss that made your heart flutter, leaving a trace of his warmth on your lips even after he pulled away, his forehead resting gently against yours as you both smiled, breathless and content.

you had a feeling that togame wanted you more than he wanted the ramune.

ʚɞ suo -

suo’s love for tea is unmatched - he’s practically an expert who has a ritualistic passion for every step of the process. the only thing that can possibly surpass his love and devotion to tea? is his love and devotion to you.

he happily teaches you the art of perfectly steeping tea, but of course, knowing suo, he uses this as an excuse to get as close to you in proximity as he possibly can.

he hums contentedly as he embraces your form from behind, guiding your delicate hands as you grind the tea leaves, his breath tickling your ear as he whispers instructions.

yet his calm, soothing voice and the way he holds you makes it impossible to focus on anything other than the heat of his body and the intimate closeness you share. if anything, this proved to be more of a distraction than him being an effective teacher by any means.

who knew simply making tea could be this intimate?

“i can’t concentrate because of you, hayato.” you huff, feeling his body pressing against yours, trapping you against the kitchen counter.

he chuckles softly, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “hm? i haven’t done anything.” he teases, his tone light but with a hint of mischief. “this is just what’s necessary if you want to make good tea.”

you can’t help but blush, your heart racing. “what’s necessary? you being clingy with me?”

suo’s arms tighten slightly around you, pulling you even closer.

“exactly. the best tea is supposed to be made with love.” he whispers, his voice low and velvety, leaving you wondering whether it’s the tea or suo behind you making your heart steep in warmth. 

ʚɞ kiryu - 

“aww, i have to log in again.” kiryu sighs, pouting at his phone screen while you two cuddled on his cat-shaped beanbag chair like you do every night. you glanced over at his phone, his favorite game blasting him with countless notifications, demanding his attention, just as the two of you were getting comfortable.

you sighed softly, opening your palm toward him. “hand it over.” you said, “i’ll do your daily login bonus for you.” it was best to get it out of the way quickly so you could get back to what really mattered - more cuddle time with your sweet boyfriend.

kiryu’s eyes lit up with gratitude as he handed you the phone. “really? thank you, princess! i love you~”

you paused, fingers hovering over the screen, heart skipping a beat at his words. “mitsuki… did you just say-”

“yep, i love you!” he repeated without hesitation, his eyes sparkling with sincerity.

a smile tugged at your lips, warmth spreading through your lightly flushed cheeks. “...i might have to do this for you every night, then. also, i love you too.” you cooed at him.

kiryu’s grin widened as he pulled you even closer, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “okay then, i might have to do this for you every night, too!” he declared, peppering your face with playful kisses.

“help, i won’t be able to log in for you if you do that!” your joyful giggles filling the room as kiryu continued his affectionate assault. his phone lay forgotten as the two of you continued to tumble into a fit of laughter, your smile being the biggest bonus he could ever achieve.

© kajibunny 2024 / all rights reserved

[sweetsuo]

Hiya. I was wondering if you could do Suo, Ren Kaji, and Umemiya from Wind Breaker with a s/o who has a secret tattoo? Like they have a tattoo on their arm or leg but they always had it covered up with something not to hide it just because the clothes their s/o normally wears covers it. With a gn!reader please

Howdy! I sure can ovo. I tried to encorporate the prompt as much as I could without it being repetitive or the sole focus. Also in umemiya's, i mention a skirt of fabric, but there is a youtube short (here) i based the performance off of and figured that it was more just like a draped fabric?? I couldn't think of a more appropriate word so I'm sorry if 'skirt' is a little too gendered ;v; i can always change it. Also have no idea where to put the 'read more' so here's to hoping it won't mess up too much fjdksfj

𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

Hayato Suo x gn!reader.

drummer!Ren Kaji x bandmate.gn!reader.

Hajime Umemiya x dancer.gn!reader.

genre. [SFW]. Ficlets with Fluff~. Suo finds a secret of your past. Kaji is your bandmate. Umemiya attends one of your performances.

cw. in suo's - mentions of physical fights. drummer!Kaji. in umemiya's - pole dancer!reader. probably spelling errors dlkfj.

wc. ~2k.

𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐨

Summer was always sweltering. The humidity, the heat, the sun relentlessly beating down from above – it all made for a horribly sweaty time. When choosing your outfit, you went for something a little more revealing from your typical. A tank top and some shorts. Simple and generally not enough to garner you stares. That is, if you didn’t have tattoos. Some of the more rural areas still affiliated tats with the Yakuza or delinquents. Luckily this town was pretty open minded. 

You only had them on your knees, but still tried to cover them up with foundation and longer pants. It was illusory – the type to make it look like you had joints of a ball-jointed doll. On the left knee was a crack in the ‘porcelain.’ It was all intended to be a cover up from a past fast. One you were not too excited to be reminded of, but still was part of your history.

“My, what do we have here?” Suo’s saccharine voice tore you from your memories. 

He sat beside you on the rail of the bridge above cascading waters. You feel his cool gaze linger on the ink. It hadn’t been long since you started dating. You hadn’t really done anything yet to warrant him seeing your tattoos, either. He wasn’t the type to judge based off such superficial features yet somehow the paranoia remained. Would he judge you?

“This is lovely. The blending is superb.” His smile is as soft as his touch along your knee. He admired the art. It took a lot of skill to make skin resemble the texture of porcelain. 

You straighten and bend your right leg in response with a grin, “Thank you! The girl who did it was really talented!” Your partner nodded in agreement; his gaze filled with loving intrigue. Enthused, you chattered on, “Said it’d be painful, especially at the back of the knee-“ You twist your body and gripped the rail to show him the pit of the knee, “but nothin’ could be as painful as getting my knee kicked in-“ An arctic chill ran up your spine. Confused, you pause in your chipper yapping. “Uh... Hayato?” 

Suo leaned, grazing his fingertips along the inked-over scar of the left knee. Silence took over as he stroked the area with delicate care. His smile faded, leaving behind an eerily flat expression. Suo was the chill dominating over the heat. “Is that what this is from?”

“Happened when I was stuck in KEEL a while back. Before I moved over here. Got the tattoo to cover up the scar.”

“Ah. Would you happen to remember who the troglodyte is that did this?” The vitriol of those words passed through such a polite smile as he peered up to you.

“None of that.” You pursed your lips and teasingly flicked your hand at him, “No vengeance seeking on my account.” He opened his mouth to make some sweet excuse only for you to interject, “I did whack them with a pipe so I wasn’t too fair either.” You shrugged off the incident. Enthusiastically, you motioned to your knee, “Plus I got a pretty rad tattoo out of it. The past is the past.” You leaned against him, resting your cheek on his shoulder. 

Suo kissed the crown of your head, leaning his lips upon the roots in thought. He chucked, surrendering to your charms, “Fine, fine. I’ll stand down." He checked his phone for the time, "Shall we go have our tea?” 

“Of course!” You hop down with Suo’s assistance. You didn’t fully believe he’d stand down, but that would be a problem for another lovely summer day.

𝐑𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐚𝐣𝐢

“Ren~! Are you excited? I’m excited.” You practically leapt from foot to foot in the band lounge room. The walls were lined with posters, tour promos, and thumb-tacked notes from bands of years past. Photos of band members in that exact location were hung to immortalize the bands that made it big. You toyed with the corners of handwritten notes, more than overjoyed to read the words of encouragement from bassists and singers alike. 

“Mhm,” He leaned his head against the back of a couch, hands patting on his thighs as he mentally ran through the setlist as last minute practice. 

So far, it was just you and him in the room. Sugishita, Hiragi, and Kiryu all went to grab drinks before the show. Two years after graduation, the band was made. Never got too big – it was mostly a hobby after all. But tonight was a big night. With some pulling of strings and pleading Suo to smooth talk the venue manager, the band was able to play a night in a well known spot.  

“D’ya think it’ll be more underground?" You questioned, "Never been to this venue before even in my groupie years so I'm not sure of the crowd's vibe."

“Dunno. Heard it was popular because of the blacklights, mostly.” Kaji answered cooly, "Probably a lot of different people."

“Blacklights? Is that why everyone made these?” You pull at the collar of your shirt. Everyone from Bofurin met up on the old rooftop the night before and drew on black t-shirts with bleach and highlighters. You certainly didn't cry upon recieving the gift. Ofcourse not!

The only thing was that it got hot on stage and the last thing you wanted was to sweat through all the sweet words written by your friends, so you modified the cut. The sleeves were cut off (no writing was on them!) and you slit the side seams so it draped on you like a tank top. But then, a different thought popped into your head. Maybe that wasn't the only thing.

“Oh shit.” 

“Hm?” Kaji leaned forward with a tilt of his head, “What’s up?”

“I have a tattoo.” 

“Eh? You do?” His brows furrowed. Not from anger - he never gave a shit about tattoos. He even had a few neck pieces nowadays. He’d seen most of your body by this point and never noticed a single line of ink.

Pretty gray eyes narrowed as he investigated you, “C’mere. Lemme see.” He motioned you over and you happily obliged. You took the opportunity to straddle his lap. He pat your exposed skin, trying to find this hidden gem along the canvas he thought he memorized. 

“It’s here-“ You twisted, holding open the slit of the shirt to show your ribs. 

A crease lined the center of his brows, “Nothin’s there.” 

“It’s UV ink.... there's gotta be a light around here to show you.” From above the couch was a metal pull string to a blacklight. With a yoink, the amethyst light glowed. You heard the doorknob turn followed by Kiryu popping his head in.

“Ten minutes ‘till start-“

“Kiryu before you go again, flip that switch!” You motioned to the light switch next to the door. 

The pinkette gave you a mischievous grin, obliging, “No backstage funny business. Hiragi will have a heart attack on stage.” He shut the door with a wave, leaving you and your red cheeks illuminated by the blacklight. 

As soon as he did, Kaji’s eyes widened. In UV ink, you had a ribcage tattooed on with flowers peeking through the bone. His thumb grazed the skin, eyes wide in awe. 

“That’s hot.” He mumbled. Strong, calloused fingers pressed into your flesh and pulled to see more. You enjoyed the attention, almost cursing at Kiryu for the time announcement, “Have you always had this?”

“Mhm! I got it when I was a teen. Too scared to get in trouble, though, so figured hiding it with invisible ink would work perfectly.” You looked off to the side, “All in one session. Don’t recommend.” 

“That why you could barely move that one month?” 

“Please don’t bring that up again, I was embarrassed enough when Taiga accidentally five-starred it and I cried on the roof. Shit hurt during healing!”  You shared a laugh from the past shenanigans.

Kaji took the sucker out from his mouth and pulled you in for a kiss. The remnants of his lolipop lingered between you and him.  He snorted at your pout when he pulled away.  Free hand cupped your cheek. The corner of his mouth turned up as he asked, “Let’s get a light for the bedroom.” 

𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐔𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

You took a deep breath in. Your fingers wrapped around the hand loop. With a tug you make sure it’s firm in its place along the pole. Tsubaki had convinced you to join her at the club for some extra cash some time ago. At first you weren’t sure if you were cut out for it. You could do exotic style, but flow and contemporary were where you felt free. You were assured it wasn’t a problem. “Diversifying style is what keeps people coming!” is what she said. 

You also had tattoos. Your body was etched with botanical sketches of ferns, ivy and strawberry leaves that wrapped around your form. From your ankles to your shoulders and wrists. This was not a problem for the club, either. With the mix of your aesthetic and your style of dance, you were known as a faery at the club. This led you to develop a regular audience who enjoyed such stylings. 

You breathe out. The one person who hasn’t seen you yet was Hajime. Guilt saturated your chest. He’d ask when you were performing, and you would say during his patrol time.  You knew he wouldn’t judge you. And yet the thought of him watching you was nerve wracking. What if he didn’t like your art? Both your tattoos and your dance were integral to you. What would happen if he didn’t think you were good enough? No. No thinking of that now. 

The music began. You stepped forward once before lifting into the wind. The sheer fabric of your skirt trailed behind you as you take the pole in your hands. Transitioning from flag stance to a windmill, your leg hooked the pole firmly and propelled you around once more. The final piece of your short performance was to elongate and stretch your body, hand reaching for the crowd as you bend just slightly back. A single leaf curling out from a stem.

Your eyes opened upon the applause of patrons. Scanning the crowd, you froze upon seeing him. Umemiya was clapping, pride and awe reflected in the depth of his eyes. Your chest tightened. 

A soft landing and a bow later, you were on your way to the dressing room. Your hands pressed into your cheeks to comfort the bite of embarrassment. Your mind ran with words to explain your avoidance. You asked the world for a moment to think, and the world said absolutely not. Hot hands grab yours without mind to the sweat on your palms. 

“Your dance was beautiful! You are beautiful!” His voice filled the hallway and drained your head of rumination. “Just like that one painting – ” Hajime pulled the backs of your fingers to his lips as he thought. He was a beauty with his nose scrunched with concentration.  “When you reached out..... Creation of Adam!” Something hitched in your throat, eyes wide and mouth agape. Umemiya’s words continued to cascade over you, “Your tattoos made me think of the one with the lady on the swing, too – because of all the flowers.” 

“The Swing?” You ask, too dumbfounded to even contemplate your prior pity party. You felt your insides warm up from such high praise. “Do... do you like art, Hajime?” 

“I like you,” Umemiya’s gaze entrapped you in their intensity, “I never really got into it before, but I saw that you had a lot of paintings and books about the arts and dance so I did some lookin’ up about it.” He laughed, “I like the ones with gardens in ‘em.” He thumbed at a sprawling ivy vine curling at your wrist. Adoration bloomed with his words. 

Your lip trembles and you shove your face into him to cover up the sniffles. A gentle kiss planted onto your temple, “Sorry if I upset you coming here. Tsubaki said she was dancing tonight so I came with some of the guys for a drink.”

“Figured she did this,” You muttered into his shirt, “I should be the one whose sorry. I should’ve been upfront. I was just-“

“I get scared, too. Don’t even worry about it. I would’ve waited for you to be ready,” The warmth of his voice soothed your lingering nerves. His chest jerked with a huff, “Tsubaki was just scheming.”

“Glad she did.” 

[mangostarjam]

maid in paradise — wind breaker, aged up suo hayato x f!reader, established relationship, maid servant master roleplay/dynamics, semi-public sex, creampie, reader is called "dear" "love" and "good girl", slight yandere suo, idk he's just a freak (affectionate), 3.3k words

"Ah, how cute."

You're going to kill him.

Suo Hayato smiles and puts down the excessively frilly menu, linking his fingers together as he cheerfully surveys your outfit. "I didn't think it would be so… short."

You wonder if he'll notice poison in his tea.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, tugging at the hem of your admittedly short skirt. This cafe is nowhere near Bofurin territory, a fact that you made sure of while looking for a quick, easy way to make money. Not that it matters that much, since Hayato and his friends have graduated, but they still roam the streets guarded by Bofurin, so you figured you'd be safe from their overprotective watch out here. Speaking of which —

"Shouldn't you be at work?" you add. Hayato's smile doesn't budge a centimeter. "Suo-kun, seriously?"

"How could I miss the cafe's special tea event?" Hayato muses. "Especially when my girl would be working today?"

Heat burns along your cheeks at his casual words. It's been a few months since you finally realized you've been dating this whole time (you blame Hayato for being so goddamn vague whenever someone questioned him about you) but he still manages to make your heartbeat skip with the casual statement.

"I have the day off," Hayato adds, once it's clear you're at a loss for words. "This was a perfectly timed coincidence."

Somehow, you doubt that.

"Well, just… don't fight anyone, alright? I need this job," you say, fidgeting a bit more with your skirt. You eye the subtle tightening of his clasped hands warily. Okay, maybe you shouldn't have said that. "Would you like to order?"

Hayato tilts his head to the side. The long tassel of his dangly earring brushes his shoulder and the jewel flashes bright with reflected sunlight. "I believe you forgot something."

You wonder if anyone besides your boyfriend will notice the aborted twitch of your hand.

Hayato smiles at you, the softer one that sends shivers up your spine, the one he usually saves for behind closed doors. You clear your throat as heat rises up your neck. "Would you like to order… sir?"

"Let's try a different one," Hayato says softly. So softly. "Since you're in such a cute French maid uniform — what else could you call me?"

It would be really nice if a hole could open up and swallow you right now.

Well, whatever. Two can play at this game — your boyfriend may not be above teasing you in public, but at least you can try your best to return the favor.

"What would you like to order, master?" your voice barely trembles and you grin, pleased with yourself.

Hayato smiles — the big, bright kind he uses when he's about to start shit — and then he says cheerfully, "Good girl. I'd like to try the International Deluxe Set, please."

"Yes, master," you say, matching his cheerful tone. You flash him your customer service smile and turn on your heel to escape before he catches the heat scorching your cheeks. You might turn a little too quickly and Hayato probably sees a glimpse of the bare skin between your white thigh high stockings and your panties as your skirt flares up with the movement, but you scurry to the relative safety behind the bar before you can find out.

A few of your coworkers — also dressed in maid costumes procured by the store manager a few days ago — are huddling together by the kitchen entrance as they ready their trays. "Is that your boyfriend?" one asks, a touch of envy in her voice.

"Yes, but don't let his smile fool you," you say blandly. You shoot her a reassuring grin as you load your tray with the special tea set Hayato ordered. You're careful with the tray as you make your way towards the small round table tucked into the back corner by the window. It's a little busier than usual — the maid promotion seems like it'll be a hit — but you make it back to your boyfriend with ease.

Hayato's smile is a bit sharp. He hadn't missed your gift earlier, then.

"Your skirt is quite short," he says evenly. You hold the tray aloft steadily and begin setting his table. Each quiet, gentle clink of delicate porcelain on the rustic wooden table sounds strangely loud in your ears, the focus of your entire world narrowing down to this table with your boyfriend.

Your bare arm brushes along his sleeve as you set a small bowl of sugar cubes by his elbow. Hayato shifts — drags his finger along the back of your hand as you freeze — and offers a nod towards the low cut of your blouse, accentuated by the frilly white apron cinched tight around your waist.

"Yes, master?" you ask. Thank goodness your voice sounds steady.

"You are very… cute," Hayato says. His eye flicks from the exposed skin of your chest on display up to your face. "I can't say I mind having such a beautiful maid. Have you had many customers, love?"

Talk about a loaded question. "This is my first shift as a maid," you explain, "Manager-san didn't come up with this idea until a few days ago. She thought it'd help with business."

"That wasn't my question."

You set the last piece — a small three tiered stand filled with carefully cut sandwiches and crumpets and little bowls of cream and jam — on the table. "You are my first customer as a maid."

"Good," Hayato says. "I'm glad your manager has a brain."

You give him a funny look, and he smiles but doesn't say anything else. It's not unusual for Hayato to withhold things from you in the moment, until he's ready to talk about it, so you decide to let it go. You settle into the seat across from him, smoothing down the front of your frilly white apron and the skirt of your black dress.

"Would you like me to serve your tea, master?" you offer, hand already curling around the handle of the teapot. It's had enough time to steep, and you know he cares about things like this. Hayato nods slightly, his gaze unwavering as you tip the spout towards his cup.

"By all means, dearest."

"This is an earl grey blend," you murmur, wondering vaguely why your cheeks are getting hot. "I found it in one of our vendor catalogues and thought you might like it. Sugar?"

"Hm, yes, I think I will," Hayato muses. He reaches the silver tongs before you and holds up a sugar cube, the small crystals sparkling in the light. His red eye gleams as he meets your confused stare. "Open up."

He can't be serious.

As you watch, your boyfriend's easygoing smile takes on a hint of mischief. He brings the tongs closer, until the sugar cube brushes against your cupid's bow. Your lips part automatically at the gentle pressure, heat flaring through your body as Hayato deposits the sugar cube on your tongue.

"You can suck on it," he says nonchalantly. You draw in a breath as he looks away to actually put sugar into his tea, feeling like nothing more than a prey animal briefly escaping the watchful gaze of their predator as it decides how much it wants to play with its food.

"Su— Master…?"

The sugar dissolves quickly with the heat of your tongue, flooding your mouth with saliva. "Yes, dear?" Hayato offers you a smile.

All thoughts of poisoning your boyfriend fly out of your brain like rabbits bolting into the bushes. Hayato's tone has gone a little deeper, a little raspier. He's still wearing that annoyingly cheerful smile, as if nothing suspicious is happening in your back corner, but you catch the subtle tick of his jaw as you lean forward and your tits press up against the table like an offering.

His eye finds yours and he tilts his head slightly. "Will you eat with me, love?"

"Of course, master."

You watch, heat thrumming beneath your skin like a live wire as Hayato begins to spread the expensive clotted cream your manager had been so delighted to find a few days ago. The crumpet flakes and a few crumbs catch on his finger as he carefully smooths cream along the pastry, but — you know what he's going to do next, and your heart races with anticipation.

"Whoops," he says mildly, "looks like I've made a bit of a mess."

"Let me clean it for you," you breathe, grasping his wrist gently. Hayato lets you, watches you with a burning, dark gaze as you suck his finger into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around the digit and he presses down abruptly, catching at your teeth as he pulls his finger free with a pop!

"Thank you, dear," he says roughly, quietly. You smile, pleased, a thrill of pleasure shooting down your spine.

Hayato adds jam to the pastry before breaking off a piece and offering it to you on his fingers. You maintain steady eye contact as you wrap your lips around his offering, tracking the way his eye darkens even more in spite of the sunshine filtering in through the window.

"You're being such a good girl," he says. His tone has gone mild again, but the way he's watching you makes you feel hazy and floaty. You'd do anything for him. You know he'll take care of you. "Why aren't you ever this good when we're at home?"

You've been to Hayato's home exactly one time. He usually goes to your apartment, and he's stayed over often enough now that you can't even remember the last time he wasn't in your bed at the end of the night. You bite on your lip, abruptly thrown off balance.

"What're you talking about, Suo-kun? Are you… unhappy in our home?" The heat flooding your face has nothing to do with the desire that's been steadily dripping through your veins and everything to do with the hot flash of embarrassment you feel at his words.

Are you not good enough for him?

Hayato's eye widens and he reaches across the table to grasp your hand, nearly knocking over a cup in his haste. You blink, surprised by his response. "You do tend to talk back more at home," he says lightly, but he never takes his gaze off of you. His thumb rubs soothing circles into your skin and you relax into the touch. "You're delightful, of course, no matter what — I wouldn't be dating you otherwise, you know? I'm just surprised to find you so… obedient."

You chew on your lip thoughtfully, squirming as that dreamy haze rises up in your brain again. Trust Hayato to know exactly how to soothe your fears. "I think… I think I like being good for you, Suo-kun."

In all the years you've known him, Hayato has always had some kind of deflection ready — whether it be teasing or flat out lying — and once you realized you were dating he's been shameless about stealing kisses to distract and fluster you. He's quick to steer your attention away from whatever truths he's trying to hide. And he can be mean, when he wants to be. Never truly mean to you, but. He can be ruthless and brutal and that's not even accounting for his actual physical capabilities for taking down men twice his size.

So you find yourself staring as his hand tightens around yours. Staring at — his eyepatch, and his eye, red and dark and deep like autumn leaves wet with early winter rains. Staring at the smooth skin of his cheek and the slope of his nose and the sharp line of his jaw up to his long, dangly earrings and his hair grazing the tips of his ears… which are pink.

"I think you need to quit your job," he says.

You blink at him. "What?"

"I'll help you find a new one," Hayato says, "I'm sure Kotoha-chan would love some help at Cafe Pothos —"

"Suo-kun, what are you talking about —?"

Hayato's grip on your hand becomes borderline painful and you can't help the secret little thrill that shoots through you at the subtle reminder of his strength. You don't think he's noticed his hold. He smiles at you.

"Will you please get me another cup? It seems I've put too many sugar cubes in this one," Hayato says. You blink. He only put one, and he hasn't even tasted his tea yet, but —

"Yes, master."

Hayato releases your hand and keeps smiling as you rise and do a flustered little curtsy that brings your cleavage right into his line of vision. Another little gift from you — and hopefully he'll be back to normal once you fetch another teacup.

The spare teacups for the International Deluxe Set are still tucked away in the back storage room since your manager didn't think many people would be interested in it, so you slip past your coworkers and hurry down the side hallway, dodging the flurry of activity in the kitchen and sidestepping a stack of crates ready for unloading. It's much quieter in the back room, the air hushed with disuse.

The door clicks shut behind you.

"Fire!! Fi— mph!"

Your assailant dodges the strike you aim towards his face just as you register the jewel hanging from his ear. "Good girl," Hayato breathes, catching your other upraised fist with a bright grin. "These are the moves I taught you!"

"Wha— Suo, what the fuck?"

Hayato grasps your wrists together and holds them above you with one hand, pressing you back into the shelf stacked with boxes of teacups and other supplies. You yelp as he shoves one of his strong thighs between your legs, parting them until his hips are slotted against your core.

It's too much, too sudden — to have him in your space, radiating heat, smelling faintly like your body wash and something intrinsically Suo Hayato —

Grinding his incredibly hard cock against your panties, shoving your skirt out of the way and gripping your thigh as you wrap it around his waist with a flustered little whine.

You are… embarrassingly wet.

"I promise I'll help you find a new job, love," Hayato says, bending down to brush his lips featherlight against yours. You can't help but tilt your head towards him, seeking his touch. "But you can't work here anymore."

"Why — why not?" you gasp.

Your boyfriend's nose skims your cheek as he moves to nibble at the edge of your jaw. "I don't want anyone else to see you like this," he murmurs, and there's a raw honesty in his voice that makes your breath catch. "You're mine."

That's all the warning you get before he releases your wrists to sneak his hand between your bodies. He huffs under his breath when you jerk at the light brush of his fingers along your slit, his movements confident and sure as he slides your panties aside. Your lashes flutter shut at the careful, slippery circling of your clit. "S-Suo-kun —"

"Such a good fucking girl," Hayato murmurs, watching your expression twist with pleasure under the dim lighting. His hand is replaced by his cock, the hot solid heat of him rubbing along your slick sending sparks dancing up your veins.

"Suo-kun, please I want it i-inside —"

"I'm not going to last very long, love," Hayato chuckles, but you feel him pressing into you anyway.

He's so — hot, and unyielding, his thick length sinking into your heat as you whimper at the sudden stretch. It usually takes a bit more foreplay to get you loose enough to take him, but somehow this sensation is perfect and you can't help but clench down on his cock.

"Can you cum like this?" Hayato asks suddenly. His face is very close to yours. "Just like this — here, I'll help, but you'll be a good girl and cum for me, right?"

You nearly choke as he settles himself as deeply inside you as he can go. Hayato keeps one hand on your thigh, but his free hand sneaks back between your legs and brushes lightly at your clit. "Suo no I can't, not like this please," you gasp.

Hayato ignores you and applies a stronger and steadier pressure on your clit, rubbing the soaked bud with a familiarity that makes you feel a little shy. He leans up to kiss you. His lips are soft and demanding, his tongue devastating, wiping out all coherent thought until the only thing in your world is him.

You moan as he kisses you, as he sends you spiraling higher up a familiar coil, your hips rocking feebly against the ironclad grip he has on your thigh. Hayato shudders as your pussy clamps and clenches around his cock, holding as still as possible as you desperately seek friction.

This is torture — why won't he fucking move — "Suo-kun, master —" That gets a jerky aborted thrust of his hips and your head falls back against the shelves at the feeling. "Master, please won't you fuck me? I've been a good girl, haven't I?"

"Yes, yes," Hayato murmurs, his breaths and lips hot against your exposed neck. "Just cum for me first, please."

You're close — if he would just move —

"Please, Hayato," you whine, blinking open teary eyes and meeting his gaze as he pulls back slightly to stare at you. His lips are barely parted, his gaze unrelenting until he screws his eye shut and groans.

And then he pinches your clit and you shoot over the edge with a cry.

It's — it's an exquisite kind of pleasure, the knife edge of ecstasy as you cum all over his cock, the thick, velvety smooth solidity unyielding in your core as you squeeze him for all you're worth. In your blissed out haze you barely register him managing two short, sharp thrusts before he's throbbing inside you, releasing thick spurts of cum as you milk him dry.

"Good girl," Hayato gasps, leaning forward to kiss you. You moan weakly into the kiss, still feeling floaty and hazy with the rush of your orgasm. He pulls back to smile and it's the soft one, the one for behind closed doors.

Your heart flutters a little as he brushes his nose gently against yours. "I take it you're a fan of the maid theme?"

"Maybe," he grins and it's so boyishly charming you almost forget he's softening slowly inside you. "I'll probably have to pay for the outfit… and the tea I left outside."

The sudden reminder makes you jolt. You switch from gripping his strong shoulders to pushing at his chest feebly, eyes wide. "That's right! Fuck, I'm still at work, Suo-kun!"

Hayato laughs and pulls out of you carefully, sliding your panties back over your folds as you promptly soak the fabric with both of your juices. Heat flares hotter beneath your cheeks. Yikes.

"Will you wait for me in the back alley here?" he asks, tucking himself back into his pants and sliding off his long coat. He bundles you into it, covering your maid outfit and helping you fix your rumpled skirt and apron. "I'll go settle the bill, and then we can walk home together."

"I still have like, five hours on my shift," you remind him.

"You don't work here anymore," Hayato says simply. He smiles. "Though it is a shame — the tea looked wonderful."

"You didn't even try it," you point out.

Hayato's grin widens and he leans forward to kiss you carefully before pulling back just enough that you could count every single one of his eyelashes if you wanted. "I was too distracted by how delicious my girlfriend looked."

You wrinkle your nose at him. Hayato kisses you again.

"Next time I'm poisoning your tea."

[aeruia]

⌕. WIND BREAKER

⟳. I LIKE YOUR. . .

. . . doing the bird test theory on them which is pointing something weird about them !

character/s : umemiya hajime , sakura haruka , nirei akihiko , suo hayato , kiryu mitsuki , togame jo .

warning/s : none but if there’s one lmk

note : babe, wake up aeruia just posted! /j also thank yew for 100 followers >< i’m still thinking on what to do,, everytime i write reqs i feel like my writings don’t incline at the request 🙁

꒰ the request 𖦹 wbk masterlist 𖦹 masterlist ꒱

umemiya hajime — 127 words

you were visiting the rooftop which led to umemiya clinging into you like a koala. his arms wrapped around your shoulder. his face close to yours seeing his facial structure more, which made you notice the scar on his eyebrow.

lifting your hand up as you trace the scar with your index finger gently. “ i like your scar here.. it’s cute. ” you murmur enough for him to hear as he smiled. “ really? ” he said which caught you by surprise that he heard what you said well, obviously you made it loud enough for him to hear but you didn’t think he would listen. you nodded your head as you both stayed in your place for a while as you told him about how cool his scar looked.

sakura haruka — 105 words

people find his two toned hair weird and how his eyes are two different colors so he was surprised when you point it out and telling him how good it looks. “ ahh.. i don’t get why people don’t like your hair and eyes i mean look at you! you’re literally so pretty. ” you explained sighing as you watch him eat. sakura who’s still not used to compliments going his way, he thinks you're joking but when he looks at you all he can see was genuineness.

he blinked away, huffing before he muttered a thank you as you laughed before patting him on the head.

nirei akihiko — 104 words

he was writing and checking the contents of his notebook while you are sitting across with him. your chin resting in your palm as you admire him. “ you look so cute with your freckles. ” you said not even bother by the fact he can hear it and he won’t respond since he was too focused on writing.

nirei who was too focused on writing — stopped. he looked at you with wide eyes as he smiled. “ you really think so? hehe, thank you. ” he answered which made you blink before giving him a flying kiss which made his heart beat faster before continuing to write.

suo hayato — 108 words

“ your eyepatch, it really suits you! ” placing a paperbag on the table which made suo glance at it before glancing back at you with a smile. “ are you only realizing it now? ” he asks which made you shake your head.

he takes the paper bag off the table as he looks at what’s inside. “ i always see you with that eyepatch and i like it. ” you said as he takes out the teacakes you brought for him. “ really? come here. ” you walked up to him, you didn’t get the chance to ask why as he just made you sit beside him. “ tell me how much you like it. ”

kiryu mitsuki — 107 words

you’re sitting on his lap while he plays on his phone with his earphones on. you don’t mind it — liking the way you two are just quiet which makes it peaceful as you take quick glances at him. everything about him looks so pretty.

you can’t help but giggle to yourself while you wrap your arms around him as you catch the smell of the perfume he’s using. “ i like the smell of your perfume. what did you use? ” you expected it to be unanswered yet he replied to you saying it was your favorite. you looked away for a moment before nodding, relaxing on his lap.

togame jo — 101 words

“ i really love the way you talk. ” you blurted suddenly, resting your elbow on the table as you rest your chin on your hand. if anybody walks in with the two of you talking they can probably see hearts on your eyes.

togame smirked raising an eyebrow as he leaned back on his chair. “ oh? why do you love it? ” he asked as you blinked in surprise, smiling gently at him. togame didn’t expect you to actually talk about it. the longer you talk about it, the more his heart melts at how adorable you look while explaining it to him.

date posted : 082424

[cumironi]

Filthiest suo smut you can write (bonus points for using “good girl”) 🫣

꒰   FREAKY DEAKY   ꒱

SUO HAYATO. . . . you and suo were dating back in high school, you two were love birds, people tend to go around calling you two soulmate because of how perfect you two are for each other, but you two break up, and meet again after 8 years. you two are at the local club with friends, and one thing leads to another, by at the end of the night, suo hayato found his dick inside you.

warning : age-up! suo sayato ( mid-twenty sou & reader ), ōral ( m! receiving ), dirty talk, degrading, praise kink, hair-pulling, name-calling, choking, fingering, toxicity.

w/c : 8,9k

as you stand with your friends, the music pulsating through the dimly lit club, your eyes scan the room until they land on a familiar figure across the way. your heart skips a beat—it's suo hayato. it's been over eight years since you last saw him, yet there he is, just as you remember.

that unsettling, bone-chilling smile curves on his lips, sending a shiver down your spine. his presence is magnetic, even after all this time. he’s still wearing that eye-patch, a symbol of the man he was—and perhaps still is. memories flood back, mixing with the heavy bass of the music.

he catches your gaze, and for a moment, it feels like no time has passed at all. the room seems to shrink, the noise fading into the background as your past collides with the present. his smile never wavers, and you can't help but wonder what he's thinking, what he's doing here after all these years. it’s like a ghost has walked back into your life, and you’re not sure if you’re ready to face it.

you quickly avert your gaze, trying to focus on anything else—the lights, the crowd, the drink in your hand—but it’s no use. you can feel his eyes on you, that maroon gaze piercing through the dimness of the club, tracking your every move like a predator locked onto its prey.

you shift uncomfortably, moving closer to your friends, hoping the crowd will swallow you up, but it’s as if he’s tethered to you. every time you glance up, there he is, that unnerving smile never fading.

the air feels thicker, the music more distant as your anxiety starts to creep in. you know you should walk away, leave the club, but something keeps you rooted in place—maybe it’s the unresolved tension, the years of distance, or maybe it’s just the fear of what might happen if you turn your back on him.

you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but the intensity of his stare only grows, making your skin crawl. it’s like he’s silently daring you to come closer, to confront whatever it is that lingers between you after all this time. but are you ready to face him?

your heart pounds in your chest, and you instinctively turn away, desperately trying to lose yourself in the sea of people around you. courage is the last thing you feel—you don’t want to face him, don’t want to remember the way his soft hands used to trace your skin, or how his lips would brush against yours in those quiet moments you shared.

no, you don’t want any of that. the thought of meeting him again, of exchanging words, or worse, feeling that familiar touch, sends a wave of panic through you. the memories are too vivid, too raw, and you can’t afford to let them resurface now.

you down your drink, hoping the burn will distract you from the growing anxiety, but it does little to calm your nerves. all you want is to escape, to forget that he’s even here, but the weight of his presence lingers, heavy and suffocating.

you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying to ground yourself, but the images of the past keep flashing in your mind—his hands, his lips, his voice. no, you can’t do this. not here, not now.

with a shaky breath, you tell your friends you need some air, forcing a casual smile. they don’t question it, too caught up in the night’s excitement to notice the turmoil beneath the surface. as you make your way to the exit, you pray that he won’t follow, that this encounter will stay in the past where it belongs.

as you push through the crowd, trying to make your way to the exit, your eyes unintentionally catch sight of them—his friends, your old circle. nirei, with her always-cool demeanor, leans against the bar, laughing at something sakura said. sakura, ever the lively one, gestures animatedly, her laughter ringing above the music. umemiya, stoic as ever, stands off to the side, nursing a drink, while hiragi, with that perpetual smirk, surveys the room.

seeing them together, unchanged after all these years, makes your chest tighten. they were once a part of your life too, part of the memories you’ve tried so hard to leave behind. but now, just like him, they’re here, pulling you back into a time you’ve long since tried to forget.

you notice the subtle glances they throw in his direction, the way they seem to orbit around him, just as they always did. it’s as if nothing’s changed—as if you could walk over and slip right back into the group, like you were never gone. but the thought is fleeting, immediately replaced by the dread of facing them again, of them seeing the way you’re struggling to keep your composure.

you finally reach the exit, the cool night air hitting your face as you step outside. you take a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering unease, but it clings to you, stubborn and unrelenting. their faces, their laughter, his smile—they’re all etched into your mind, no matter how much distance you put between yourself and the club.

as you stand there, away from the noise and the memories, you realize that no matter how much time has passed, some parts of the past are always ready to resurface, waiting for the moment when you least expect them.

just as you think you've escaped, just as the cool air outside offers a brief respite, it happens. a strong hand grabs your arm, pulling you back inside with a force that takes your breath away. before you can react, you're dragged through the crowded club, everything blurring around you as panic surges through your veins.

within seconds, you're shoved into one of the bathrooms. the door slams shut behind you, and the sound of the lock clicking into place echoes in the small space. your heart is racing, fear and adrenaline mixing into a dizzying rush as you try to make sense of what’s happening.

you’re pushed back against the wall, your mind reeling, and then you see him—suo hayato, standing there in front of you, his presence dominating the cramped room. his maroon eye gleams with an unsettling intensity, and that bone-chilling smile is still fixed on his face, but now there’s something darker in it, something that makes your blood run cold.

“did you really think you could just walk away?” his voice is low, almost a whisper, but it cuts through the silence like a knife. his grip on your arm tightens, and you feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating.

you try to pull away, but he doesn’t let go, keeping you trapped between him and the cold tiles of the bathroom wall. your mind races, searching for something to say, something to do, but all you can focus on is the way he’s looking at you, like you’re a puzzle he’s been waiting to solve for far too long.

“you can’t just ignore me,” he murmurs, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “not after all this time.” his words hang in the air, heavy with implication, and you realize just how deep you’re in—trapped, with no way out, forced to confront the man you’ve spent years trying to forget.

the cramped bathroom's dim light reflects off the polished tiles, casting eerie shadows on the closed door and the small sink. the air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and the thumping bass from the club's music reverberates through the walls.

for the first few moments, the only sounds are the labored breaths escaping both your lips. your heart races so rapidly, you’re sure he can hear it. your mind is clouded by a blend of fear and a strange sense of anticipation—a feeling that’s hard to reconcile, almost contradictory.

“i’ve got you now,” he mutters, his teeth bared in a sinister smile. his hand slides down your arm to your hip, gripping tightly as he presses closer against you, pinning you further against the wall.

“you can’t ignore me anymore. we’ve got unfinished business, you and i,” he adds. his face is so close that you can feel the heat of his breath against your skin. as he leans in, the heat from his body radiating against yours, your back presses harder into the wall. his voice is a low murmur, each word accompanied by a breath that seems to caress your skin.

his hand on your hip becomes more firm, almost possessive, as if he's marking you as his. you can feel the coolness of his rings against your skin, contrasting sharply with the warmth of his touch.

“unfinished business?” you manage to stammer out, your voice quivering despite your best efforts to maintain composure. the warmth of his breath is almost unbearable, causing a strange shiver to run down your spine.

you try again to push against his chest, to create any space between you, but he holds firm, your efforts merely a token resistance against his strength and determination. “what the fuck are you talking about?” you demand, the accusation slipping out without thought.

he moves in closer, until there’s virtually no space left between you. his body is flush against yours, his breath now mere inches away from your face. his eye gleams in the dim light, studying you intently, an air of quiet satisfaction about him.

he doesn’t reply right away. instead, he brings his other hand up to your face, his thumb lightly tracing the line of your jaw. his touch is surprisingly gentle, almost tender, a stark contrast to his unyielding grip on your hip.

his maroon eye searches your face with a relentless intensity, as if he's trying to decipher something hidden deep within you. his thumb moves slowly, tracing a delicate, circular path on your skin, gradually moving upward until it brushes over your bottom lip. the touch is soft, almost gentle, but it carries a weight that makes your breath hitch.

there's a brief silence as he watches you, and then he speaks, his voice softer now but still laced with that underlying intensity. “you really don’t know?”

his words send another shiver down your spine, and the tension in the small bathroom becomes almost unbearable. you can feel it building between you, thickening the air as the reality of the situation crashes down on you.

anger flares up in response, burning away the fear that had momentarily paralyzed you. your brows knit together as you glare at him, your voice sharp with frustration and defiance. “no, suo, i fucking don’t know.”

his thumb pauses on your lip, and the smirk that tugs at the corner of his mouth only fuels your anger. but there’s something else in his expression too—something that makes you feel like you’re on the edge of understanding, yet still in the dark.

you jerk your head away from his touch, but he doesn’t back off, his gaze still locked onto yours. the smirk fades slightly, replaced by a more serious look, as if your defiance has finally caught his attention in a way that matters. “then maybe,” he murmurs, his voice lowering even more, “it’s time you remembered.”

there's a pause, a moment where the silence in the bathroom seems to stretch out almost indefinitely. the only sound is the thumping bass from the club below and the sound of your own quickened breathing.

he studies you intently, as if seeing something hidden within you that you're not even aware of yourself. his smirk fades, replaced by a strange mixture of seriousness and something else—something almost like anticipation.

“maybe you need a reminder,” he repeat.

his words hang in the air for a moment, the implications of them becoming clearer with each passing second. his expression is intense, almost predatory, as he gazes down at you. his eye flickers between your eyes and your lips, as if trying to decide where to focus his attention. without warning, he moves his hand from your lip, instead reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. his touch is light but deliberate, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

the gesture is strangely intimate, his touch lingering against your skin. his fingers trail along your jaw and then down the side of your neck, sending another shiver through you. he leans in closer, his face so close now that you can feel his breath on your cheek. his voice is low, almost a whisper, as he speaks the next words. “close your eyes,” he murmurs, the command leaving no room for disobedience.

you hesitate for a brief moment, your mind swirling with a mix of fear, confusion, and a strange sort of anticipation. but his words, spoken in that low, commanding tone, leave little room for defiance.

slowly, almost reluctantly, you close your eyes, your world suddenly plunged into darkness. you’re acutely aware of his presence so close to you, the proximity making your stomach flutter with uncertainty.

the absence of sight seems to heighten the other sensations—the heat of his body against yours, the sound of your heart thudding in your chest, his scent, a mix of cologne and something else, something distinctly him. as your sight is taken away, your other senses seem to sharpen. the heat emanating from his body feels almost searing, the thump of your heart in your ears is almost deafening, and his scent wraps around you like a fog.

he’s silent for a moment, you can feel his eyes on you, even through your closed lids. after a few more seconds, he speaks again, his voice a low rumble against your skin. “tell me something, y/n,” he murmurs.

your heart feels like it’s lodged in your throat, each beat echoing in the tight space between you. swallowing hard, you manage to whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat. “what?”

your whisper hangs in the air, fragile and uncertain, as you wait for his response. the vulnerability in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed by him; you can feel it in the way his grip on you tightens ever so slightly, and in the way the energy between you shifts, becoming even more charged with the weight of whatever is about to be said.

his grip on your hip tightens, his fingers digging into the flesh just a little bit more. his other hand moves to your chin, tilting your head up slightly, forcing you to angle your face towards him. the silence stretches again, and then his low voice breaks it, his question spoken in a tone that's both commanding and oddly vulnerable, a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor.

“do you remember our first kiss?”

his question pierces through the charged silence, filling the small space between you with an almost tangible tension. the memory of that moment—your first kiss, all those years ago—floods back into your mind, and your heart stutters in your chest.

his thumb, still resting under your chin, moves in a slow, feather-light stroke along your bottom lip, the touch sending a jolt down your spine. his eye is fixed on your face, waiting for your response. the world seems to pause for a moment as the question hangs in the air. your mind whirls as memories surface unbidden.

you remember the softness of his lips, the heat of his body against yours, the way the world seemed to fade away as you lost yourselves in that one brief moment. it's a memory that holds so much power, so much emotion. but you’re wary, not quite sure what he's after with this question. your voice trembles slightly as you respond, “yes.”

his hand on your hip moves slightly, his fingers tracing small, absent patterns against your skin. his touch is strangely soothing, and yet it also serves to remind you of the physical reality of the situation—of his closeness, the pressure of his body against yours.

your answer seems to please him, as he lets out a small hum of satisfaction. his thumb continues its slow, rhythmic motion against your lip, as if claiming it in some way.

“good,” he murmurs, “i wanted to make sure.”

his gaze drifts from your eyes down to your lips, his eye flickering almost possessively over them. the tension between you ratchets up another notch—a simmering cocktail of memories, old feelings, and current confusion.

he leans in, closing the already small gap between you, his breath mingling with yours almost as if he’s tasting the air itself. his voice is a low, almost reverent murmur as he speaks again, “i’ve been thinking about that kiss, a lot recently.”

as he talks, his words brush against your skin like a gentle caress, sending another wave of shivers down your spine. his touch on your lip is still light and almost reverent, a stark contrast to the possessive grip on your hip. “and do you remember…,” he continues, his voice dropping even lower, almost a whisper now, “how it ended?”

his question hangs in the air like a challenge, his voice just barely above a whisper. the memory of how that kiss ended floods your mind again, the image hazy and uncertain after all this time, but still potent.

the air between you feels stifling, heavy with anticipation. his lips are just millimeters away from yours, his breath warm against your skin. his eye is fixated on your face, studying your every reaction.

he waits for your answer, his words lingering in the silence like a loaded gun. his voice whispers against your skin, each word carrying an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. the combination of his touch and the heat of his body against yours is almost overwhelming, but somehow you feel drawn in even closer, as if there’s some invisible pull between you that you can’t resist.

as he continues, his voice drops to a low murmur, the memory of that moment, of how it all ended, comes flooding back to you. “yes,“ you murmur back, your voice shaky. “i remember.” as you speak, his eye seems to narrow slightly, studying your face with an almost predatory intensity. there's a moment of silence, where the only sound is the thumping of your mingled heartbeats in the cramped space.

he leans in even closer, his lips now tantalizingly close to yours. his hand on your hip tightens, his grip no longer gentle but firm, a silent assertion of dominance. “tell me,” he commands, his voice barely above a whisper, “what happened next?” the air around you seems to grow even thinner, his proximity making it hard to breathe. his hand on your hip is a constant reminder of his control over the situation, his grip a silent warning not to defy him.

his lips are right there, so close you could almost taste them, yet still somehow out of reach. their heat seems to linger on your skin, a prelude to something more.

he repeats his demand, his voice a low rumble that resonates through your chest. “tell me what happened next.” the question pulls you from your fog, leaving you feeling both nervous and groggy, like you’re teetering on the edge of a dream and reality. your mind races, trying to piece together what he wants, but the haze of fear and the overwhelming presence of him makes it hard to think straight.

“you..” you manage to say, your voice shaky and uncertain. the words come out almost as a whisper, your nerves making it difficult to speak clearly. “you touching me and we...” his grip on your hip tightens slightly, and you can sense his frustration, but also a twisted sort of satisfaction. it’s like he’s enjoying this—the power he has over you, the way he can make you feel so small, so unsure.

he listens to your shaky words intently, his eye flickering between your eyes and your lips as you speak. his grip on you remains firm, his body pressing even closer against yours, as if he's desperate for any reaction from you. he seems to relish your nervous stammering, feeding off the sense of unease he's creating in you. it's almost as if he's testing you, seeing how far he can push you before you break.

when you don't continue, he prompts you again, his voice a low growl. “and then...?” your mind is foggy, overwhelmed by the heat of his body, the closeness of him, and the power he holds over you in this moment. you’re barely holding on, teetering between fear and something else—something that draws you closer to him, even when every rational part of you screams to run.

with a shaky breath, you finally find the words, your voice soft and groggy, almost as if you’re in a trance. “and then… we’re having sex, suo.”

the admission hangs in the air, your heart pounding in your throat as you wait for his reaction. the tension is almost unbearable, your senses overloaded by his proximity, his scent, the way his eye locks onto yours with a burning intensity. as your words hang in the air, you can feel his body tense against yours. his grip on your hip tightens even more, his fingers digging into the flesh with a possessive pressure. his breath is heavier now, and his eye widens a fraction as he processes what you’ve just told him.

he doesn’t respond for a moment, his voice coming out as a low, almost gravelly whisper. “say it again.”

“we fucked,” you repeat.

the words come out in a soft, almost breathless murmur, your voice still shaky from the tension between you. his eye darkened, his expression turning predatory. as you speak, his grip becomes even tighter, his fingers digging into your skin and holding you in place. his breath is hot against your skin, and his body tenses even more, as if he's barely holding back.

he leans in even closer, his lips almost touching your ear as he speaks again. his tone is low and almost dangerous, a mix of intensity and desire.

“do you remember how it felt?”

“no,” you manage to lie whisper, your voice harsher this time, filled with a mix of fear, anger, and uncertainty, “i don't remember.” he pauses, his eye narrowing as he studies your face, clearly displeased with your answer.

he releases his grip on your hip, his hand trailing up your body slowly, almost lazily. he stops at your neck, his fingers wrapping around your throat in a loose but firm hold. he doesn’t apply any pressure, but it’s enough to make you keenly aware of his power over you.

he leans in, his lips almost touching your ear again, his voice a possessive growl. “that’s not the right answer.” the possessive tone in his voice ignites a spark of defiance within you. pushing him away with all the strength you can muster, you glare at him, your voice laced with anger and frustration. “oh, fuck you, suo!”

the words burst out of you, raw and unfiltered, as you struggle to regain your composure. the anger in your voice seems to catch him off guard, and for a moment, the intensity in his eyes flickers. “you can just come back into my life after eight years of no contact and act all touchy and possessive?” your voice is sharp, laced with indignation and a deep sense of betrayal. “who do you think you are, showing up like this and trying to control me?”

the words spill out, each one fueled by the confusion and anger of seeing him again after so long. you shake your head, trying to emphasize just how out of place and unwelcome his actions feel.

he bristles at your harsh words, his eye flickering with a hint of annoyance. but rather than retreat or apologize, he seems to just double down, his grip on your neck tightening just slightly, a warning glance in his eye. “watch your tone,” he growls, his voice deep and authoritative. “i didn't come all this way just to be disrespected like this.”

he studies your face, his expression is a mix of anger and something else, something almost feral in its intensity, “you may have forgotten me, but we once meant something to each other.”

you snort in response, your voice dripping with skepticism and irritation. “yeah, right.” the dismissive tone in your voice echoes the defiance you feel, a refusal to be swayed by his attempts to rekindle old connections or assert dominance. his intensity only fuels your resolve to stand your ground, even as the tension between you remains palpable.

he tightens his grip a bit more, his expression darkening as your defiant attitude continues. he's clearly not used to not getting his way, and your refusal to submit to his demands is only serving to rile him up further.

he leans in closer, his face now mere inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. “don't get cocky,” he sneers, his voice low and menacing. “you may have forgotten how it feels to be mine, but your body hasn't.” his words hit you like a bolt of electricity, a chilling reminder of your past relationship. your heart pounds in your chest, your mind racing as you try to process his implication.

he leans in closer still, his face almost touching yours, his voice now a low, possessive growl. “your body remembers, even if your mind doesn’t.” he pauses, his eye flickering over your body in a way that makes your skin crawl. “i can always remind you.” with his fingers still around your neck, the pressure just enough to keep you aware of his presence, you grit your teeth and mutter, “fuck you.”

his grip on your neck tightens, his fingers digging into your skin just enough to make you gasp. he leans in even closer, his face now directly in front of yours, his eye burning with anger.

“watch your mouth,” he hisses, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “i’m not some pushover you can disrespect like this. i will remind you who you belong to.” struggling to maintain your composure, you push against him with whatever strength you can muster, trying to create some space. “fuck off, suo!” you snap, your voice hoarse but determined, trying to assert yourself despite the intimidating closeness.

he falters for a moment, caught off guard by your attempt to push him back. but his surprise is short-lived as he quickly regains his composure, his grip on you only tightening further in response to your continued defiance.

“you never did know when to stop,“ he growls, his voice deep and frustrated. he takes a step closer, towering over you, his body pressing against yours again. “you always were a stubborn, unruly little brat.” he leans in, his mouth mere inches from your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “but i was also the only one who could make you submit."

his hand on your neck slides down slightly, tracing a possessive line along your collarbone as he continues in a low, dangerous tone, “and i still know all the ways to make you bend to my will.” just like that he roughly kisses you and as your lips meet, he takes immediate control, claiming your mouth with a fierce possession that leaves you breathless.

his hand on your neck tightens once more, holding you in place as he devours you, his tongue forcefully exploring your mouth as if trying to prove just how thoroughly he can dominate you with his touch alone. his other hand grips your hip again, pulling your body flush against his, his fingertips digging into your flesh in a way that sends chills down your spine.

he continues to kiss you hungrily, the intensity in his movements growing with every passing moment. his tongue tangles with yours, his mouth bruising your lips with a possessive fervor.

he pushes you back against the wall, pressing his body against yours, trapping you between the cold surface and his overheated frame. his grip on your neck and hip tightens even more, any attempt to break free becoming increasingly impossible as he pours all his pent-up hunger and desire into the kiss.

his body covers yours, his presence surrounding you completely, a reminder of the power he holds over you in this moment. the kiss continues, his tongue delving deeper into your mouth, his body moving against yours in a way that ignites a fire within you despite your efforts to resist.

he seems desperate, almost as if he's trying to claim every inch of you, to make you remember just how good it feels to be under his control. his grip on your hip and neck only becomes tighter, becoming almost borderline painful as he kisses you with a hunger that borders on frenzy.

he breaks away from the kiss, panting heavily, his chest heaving against yours. his maroon eyes burn with an intense lust as they lock onto yours, his expression smug yet filled with a raw need. “i've been waiting for this,” he murmurs huskily, his voice low and commanding.

his hands roam freely over your curves, tracing the outline of your breasts before slipping down to cup your ass firmly. he grinds his hardened member against your thigh, a clear indication of his arousal. “don't fight me, love. it only makes things more interesting.”

the combination of his words, touch, and proximity makes your head spin. your heart pounds in your chest, your body betraying your conflicted emotions as it responds to his touch involuntarily. he leans in again, his mouth near your ear, his breath hot against your skin. he murmurs in a low, possessive tone, “i know you're resisting, but deep down you remember how much you enjoyed submitting to me.”

he chuckles darkly at your silent struggles, feeling your body react to him despite yourself. he presses himself closer to you, letting you feel every inch of his solid muscle against your softness. “let go of your pride, darling,” he whispers seductively, nibbling on your earlobe.

his hand slides up your side, teasing the curve of your breast before pinching your nipple through the fabric of your clothing, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. you let out a soft moan and for a second your eyes rolled back inside your head as if it remembered the touch.

he smirks, pleased with your reaction. “that's it, my sweet. show me just how much you want this,” he teases your other nipple, alternating between gentle caresses and firm pinches. his other hand trails lower, dipping beneath the hem of your skirt to find the warmth between your thighs.

he groans approvingly, feeling your wetness through the thin material of your panties. he slips his finger beneath the elastic band of your panties, teasing the edge of your slit. he circles your clit slowly, watching your face contort with pleasure. “you're so wet for me already,” he taunts, his voice laced with satisfaction.

he dips his finger inside you, feeling your walls clench around him. “you're going to come undone for me tonight,” he promises, his voice dripping with confidence. “oh, god—” something caught your throat— his long, sleek finger caught the air in your throat and your nails dig an invisible hole on his biceps.

he chuckles darkly, enjoying the effect he has on you, “god can't help you now, sweetheart. it's just you and me.” he pumps his finger in and out of you, curling it slightly to hit that special spot inside. his thumb rubs circles on your clit, increasing pressure and speed until your hips buck against his hand involuntarily.

“that's right, baby. ride my fingers like you used to ride my cock,” he growls, biting down on your neck hard enough to leave a mark. his other hand gropes your breast roughly, tugging and twisting your nipple. he adds another finger to your slick entrance, stretching you further as he fucks you with his hand. his pace is relentless, driving you closer to the edge with each thrust.

“come for me, darling,” he commands, pinching your clit between his thumb and forefinger, “show me how much you crave my touch.”

he leans in to capture your mouth in a rough, dominating kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure as your orgasm crashes over you. his fingers continue to move inside you, milking every last drop of ecstasy from your trembling body. “s-stop, fuck—” you cries between his lips. your trembling hands move to push his hands away weakly.

he ignores your weak protests, maintaining the same punishing rhythm as he drives you towards another peak, “shh, don't fight it, baby. let go and enjoy the pleasure I'm giving you.” his thumb flicks rapidly over your swollen clit while his fingers curl to stroke your g-spot. you whimper a soft air, “oh, hayato. . .” and he can feel your walls fluttering around him, signaling your impending release.

“that's it, come for me one more time,” he growls against your lips, “then maybe i'll give you what we both really want— my cock buried deep inside your tight little pussy.” just like your body longing and begging for him your legs shaking between his. “oh god, oh god,” you mumble between your another moans.

he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, his thumb working overtime on your clit. he can feel your body tensing, your orgasm building to a crescendo. “let it happen, darling,” he urges, his voice low and hypnotic, “give in to the pleasure. surrender to me completely.”

with one final thrust and swirl of his fingers, he sends you hurtling over the edge once more. your body convulses in his arms, a high-pitched moan escaping your lips as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over you. he holds you close, riding out your climax with you, savoring the feeling of your tight pussy clenching around his fingers. when the spasms finally subside, he gently withdraws his hand from your underwear, leaving you panting and dazed against the wall.

he brings his glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking your essence off them with a satisfied groan. “mmm, you taste even better than i remembered,” he purrs, his eyes gleaming with renewed hunger. he steps back, admiring the sight of you flushed and disheveled from your orgasms. “now that's what i call a proper welcome home,” he says with a satisfied smirk.

his gaze drops to the bulge straining against his trousers, a clear indication of his own arousal. “but it's not fair for me to get all the fun, is it?“ he muses aloud. “time for me to bury myself inside you where i belong,” he declares, with his free hand, he quickly unbuckles his belt and shoves his pants down just enough to free his throbbing cock. the thick shaft bobs heavily in front of him, the swollen head already leaking pre-cum.

your rise and fall gently, trying to catch your breath before throwing the maroon irises in front of you a nasty look, “fuck you,” you grumble under your breath. hating the effect he still have on you with every single blood inside your body, with every breath you take you swore for the last twenty-five of your life you hate him— trying to hate him.

he chuckles darkly, unfazed by your defiance. “fuck me? oh, darling, i plan to do far more than that,” his voice is laced with a dangerous promise as he steps closer, pressing his erect length against your thigh. “you may hate me, but your body doesn't lie,” he says, reaching out to trace a finger along the curve of your hip. ouch!

“it remembers how good it felt when i fucked you senseless.” his hand moves lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties to cup your ass firmly. “and it wants more,“ he concludes, pulling you flush against him. with a swift movement, he grabs your hips and pulls you flush against him more, the tip of his cock pressing against your soaked folds. you have to bitch your lips from letting you tear another moan.

“tell me you want me,” he demands, his eyes burning into yours.

your eyes shaking lightly. your hands make a fist, tightly as if you are trying to tear your skin with your nails alone. “i hate you,” you spat, this time, trying so hard to sound you mean every single word. he smirks, undeterred by your words. “that's it, say it louder. let me hear you curse me to my face.” he grips your hips tighter, positioning himself at your entrance.

without waiting for an answer, he thrusts forward, sinking into you inch by delicious inch. a guttural moan escapes him as he fills you completely, stretching your pussy around his girthy length.

“oh, fuck... you're still so tight,” he groans, starting to move inside you. each thrust is deep and powerful, designed to claim you utterly. your hands automatically looking for his broad shoulders to cling into like it's where you belong. “oh, fuck,“ you moan against his ear, throwing your head back.

he bites down on your shoulder, marking you as his again. “that's it, moan for me,” he encourages, his pace quickening. each thrust hits that sweet spot inside you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

his hands roam over your curves, squeezing and kneading your flesh as if he's trying to imprint every inch of you onto his memory. “i never stopped thinking about this pussy,” he confesses, punctuating his words with a particularly deep penetration. his grip on your hips tightens, guiding you to meet his thrusts.

“you were mine before anyone else's, and you'll be mine again,” he vows, his voice filled with raw possessiveness. he takes advantage of your vulnerability, nipping at your exposed neck before moving down to lavish attention on your breasts. his teeth graze over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

“does this feel familiar?” he asks, punctuating his question with a particularly deep thrust. “your body knows exactly what it needs— me inside you.” his hands roam freely over your curves, squeezing and kneading your flesh as if he owns you. and in this moment, he does. he keeps going, pistoning in and out of you at a brutal pace. his balls slap against your ass with each powerful thrust, filling the room with lewd sounds of their coupling.

“i remember everything about you, y/n,” he murmurs against your skin, tracing patterns on your back with his fingertips. “how you whimpered when I touched you here...” he rolls his thumb over your clit, applying just enough pressure to send sparks shooting up your spine. it's like he's pushing a button, know which button that's going to make the best sounds, and he's going to do that, ever and ever again.

“and how you cried out when i filled you like this,” he continues, driving his cock deeper into your soaking wet cunt. “god, you were such a fucking slut for my dick.” his grip on your hips tightens as he picks up the pace, pounding into you relentlessly.

“so tell me, baby, who's your favorite fucker?”

you can't process an appropriate answer but instead your chin rests against his shoulder, bouncing a little each time he thrusts into you and tightly holding to him, “so good..” you moan, “so f-fucking good.”

he smirks against your neck, loving the way you surrender to his touch. he grins wickedly, pleased by your response. “damn right it is,” he agrees, giving a particularly hard thrust for emphasis, “no one else will ever make you feel this way.”

one hand leaves your hip to tangle in your hair, tugging your head back to expose your throat. he leans in, running his tongue along the column of your neck before biting down sharply. the vibrates of your moaning and whimpering flattering against sukuna's lips. “that's because you belong to me,” he growls possessively, punctuating his claim with another series of deep, penetrating thrusts. “this pussy is mine. this body is mine. everything about you is mine.”

he pounds into you harder, faster, chasing both your climaxes now. the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the air, mingling with your moans and his grunts of exertion. you pull your neck away from his lips to meet with suo maroon irises. your cup his cheeks, resting your forehead against his. “i'm yours,” you whimper. he can feel your breath fanning on his skin.

his maroon eyes darken with lustful intent at your admission. “good girl,” he praises, his voice rough with desire, “say it louder. make sure i believe you.” he thrusts into you with renewed vigor, his hips snapping against yours with a force that borders on painful. but there's no pain in his touch, only pleasure, pure and unadulterated.

“say it again,” he commands, pinning you against the wall with his weight. “admit that you need me, that you crave my touch more than anything else in this world.” as he speaks, his fingers find your clit once more, rubbing circles around the sensitive bud while his cock drives deeper into your dripping heat.

“i'm yours,” you murmur before you captures his lips in a searing kiss, pouring all your pent-up emotions into the embrace. your tongue delves into his mouth, tangling with his in a sensual dance as old as time itself.

he kisses you back fiercely, his tongue dueling with yours in a heated battle of dominance. as he ravages your mouth, he doesn’t slow down his thrusts, keeping up the relentless rhythm that has you teetering on the edge of release.

breaking off the kiss, he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jawline, nipping and sucking at your skin. “that's it, let go,” he whispers against your earlobe. “come for me, darling. show me how much you love being fucked by your favorite fucker.” he bitting your jaw before pulling his face away slightly, watching you close your eyes.

“look at me,” he orders, his voice husky with arousal. when you meet his gaze, he captures your lips once more, kissing you deeply as his orgasm builds within him. with a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his cock pulsing as he spills his seed deep within your womb. at the same moment, he feels your walls clench around him, milking his cock for every last drop as you come undone in his arms.

he stays buried inside you, breathing heavily as he rides out the aftershocks of your climax. your body clings to his, milking every last drop of cum from his throbbing member. slowly, he withdraws from you, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “there's nowhere else in the world i'd rather be,” he admits softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your swollen lips.

he lets you down on your feet with his arms still wrap around your waist. your warm hand gently caresses his chest, down to his washboard abs before landing on his still-hard cock. your delicate fingers wrap beautifully around his shaft.he lets out a low chuckle, feeling your small hands wrap around his hardened shaft. “still eager for more, huh?” he teases, his maroon eyes glinting with mischief.

allowing you to take control, he watches intently as you start stroking him, your delicate fingers exploring every inch of his length. “fuck, that feels good,” he groans, tilting his head back slightly to enjoy the sensation. but soon, his patience runs thin. with a firm grip on your waist, he guides you to stand up properly.

“now let's see how well you can handle being taken from behind,” he whispers huskily into your ear. suo brings you to the nearest sink, and positions you with your back facing him. he can see your face from the mirror in front of you two. he steps close behind you, his hard cock prodding insistently at your entrance. in the mirror's reflection, his maroon eyes lock onto yours, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“watch yourself,” he instructs, his voice low and commanding, “see how i'm going to take you, right here where anyone could walk in.” without further warning, he grips your hips and plunges into you with a single, powerful stroke. a guttural moan escapes him as your warmth envelops his shaft once more.

“you're so damn tight,” he growls, starting to move. each thrust sends ripples through your body, the force of his penetration making the sink tremble beneath your hands. he grins at the sight of your flushed face reflected in the mirror, the way your lips part slightly as you gasp for air. “oh, h-hayato— god!” you sink your head down when you feel his cock full inside you.

each thrust sends ripples through your body, your breasts bouncing enticingly with every impact. he smirks, loving the view of your bouncing tits and the way your body responds to his touch. “that's it, darling,” he encourages, his hands roaming over your curves. “show me how much you love having my cock inside you.”

he increases his pace, his hips snapping against yours with ruthless efficiency. the slap of flesh against flesh fills the room, mixing with your soft whimpers and his deep grunts. in the mirror, he watches you lose yourself to pleasure, your features contorting with each intense wave of orgasmic bliss. “look at me,” he demands, needing to see those beautiful eyes glazed over with lust and submission.

“n-no!” you stutter between your whimper and moan. your hands gripping tightly around the edge of the sink. your eyes tightly shut and your head sink further. he frowns slightly, not liking your refusal. grabbing a fistful of your hair, he yanks your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze in the mirror.

“i said look at me,” he repeats, his tone leaving no room for argument. “i want to see the moment you come apart completely.” his other hand snakes around your body to toy with your nipple, rolling the stiff peak between his fingers. at the same time, he alters his angle of penetration, aiming directly for that spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

“yes, just like that,” he praises, feeling your inner muscles flutter around his invading length. “let go for me, baby. give me everything.” tears stream down your face as suo grabs a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look at him. the tears ruining your mascara. “f-faster,” you murmur.

he snickers at your plea, the sound muffled by the wet sounds of his hips slamming into yours. “faster? you think you can handle even more?” he taunts, a devilish glint in his maroon eyes. increasing his pace to an almost punishing rhythm, he revels in the sight of your body shaking under his assault. each powerful thrust hits that sweet spot inside you, driving you closer and closer to the brink of insanity.

the mirror fogged up from your heavy breathing, creating a steamy backdrop for the erotic spectacle unfolding before them. and in the midst of it all, he can't help but admire the way your body clings to his, the way your walls squeeze down on his cock with each merciless plunge.

“fucking perfect,” he murmurs approvingly, leaning in to nip at the tender skin of your neck. “oh, god, i-i— please don't stop,” you cried. your hand flying around before it lands on suo's hair. your hand desperately grabbing his hair for your support.

he chuckles darkly, loving the way your body writhes against his. “not stopping anytime soon, sweetheart,” he assures you, nipping at your skin with a hunger that matches the ferocity of his movements. with one hand tangled in your hair, he pulls your head back further, exposing the delicate column of your throat to his voracious appetite. his teeth graze along your skin, marking you as his in a primitive show of ownership.

each thrust becomes a promise, a vow of the endless pleasure he intends to give— and take— from you. he can already imagine the marks that will decorate your body, a silent testament to the night’s debauchery. “scream for me,” he demands, his voice laced with raw need. “let everyone know whose cunt is being fucked senseless.”

he redoubles his efforts, the sound of skin slapping against skin growing louder with each passing second. “that's it, scream for me,” he encourages, his voice a guttural whisper against your ear. his hand slides down from your hair, grasping your hip firmly to guide you against his thrusts. the angle shifts, allowing him to hit that sweet spot inside you with even greater precision. you can hear the moans spilling from your lips, echoing off the walls of the bathroom.

looking into the mirror, he takes in the sight of your flushed face, your eyes half-lidded with pleasure. the way your breasts bounce with each impact, nipples hard and begging for attention. it's a feast for his eyes, fueling his desire to claim you fully.

“fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, reaching up to tweak a nipple between his fingers. “i'm— coming,” you mutter as you look at suo from the mirror in front of you. he smirks, watching as your body tenses up, ready to surrender to the overwhelming waves of pleasure. “that's it, let it all out,” he encourages, his own climax looming dangerously close.

with a few more powerful thrusts, he drives you over the edge, milking your orgasm until every last drop of your essence coats his throbbing cock. your cries fill the room, mingling with the lewd sounds of flesh meeting flesh. as you come down from your high, he continues to pound into you relentlessly, chasing his own release. “not done yet,” he growls, his maroon eyes locked onto yours in the mirror.

feeling your pussy clench around him once again, he gives a final, triumphant thrust, his seed spurting hotly inside you. he leans against you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. “fuck, that was incredible," he murmurs, his words still coming out in pants.

slowly, he pulls out of you, his cum leaking out of your spent pussy. he gives your ass a firm smack, his handprint reddening your skin. “you took my cock well, didn't you?” his hand moves lower, circling your clit teasingly. “but we're not done yet,” he warns, a wicked grin playing on his lips.

he steps back, releasing you from his grasp but keeping his hungry gaze locked on yours. “get on your knees,” he orders, his voice thick with lust. he waits impatiently for you to comply, his cock already starting to harden again at the thought of tasting your arousal. once you're kneeling before him, he grips the base of his shaft, giving it a few strokes to prime himself.

“open wide,” he commands, his maroon eyes blazing with a dark, primal hunger. as you part your lips, he guides his tip to your entrance, coating your tongue with his pre-cum. “mmm, delicious,” he purrs, his hips rocking forward to push deeper into your mouth.

he sets a steady rhythm, fucking your face with long, slow thrusts. the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth fill the room, accompanied by your muffled moans and his low groans of pleasure. he groans, enjoying the warm wetness of your mouth enveloping his cock. “that's it, suck me off,” he encourages, his hands tangling in your hair to guide you.

he watches through half-lidded eyes as you bob your head, taking him deeper with each movement. the sight of your lips stretched tight around his girth sends a thrill of pleasure coursing through his veins. “you like this, don't you?” he teases, pulling away just enough to watch his cock slide out of your mouth with a pop. “loving the taste of my cum on your tongue.”

your hands moving upward, reaching for his hands to hold while your head moves in and out through his cock. he lets out a low chuckle, amused by your desperate attempts to anchor yourself while servicing him. “such a needy little thing, aren't you?” he taunts, tightening his grip on your hair.

emboldened by your submission, he starts to pick up speed, fucking your mouth with reckless abandon. the wet slap of his thighs against your chin and the obscene suction of your lips around his cock fill the air. “you're going to make me cum again if you keep this up,” he warns, his voice strained with pleasure.

but there's no denying the telltale twitch in his balls, signaling his impending release. he grins down at you, his maroon eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “that's right, take it all,” he urges, feeling his climax building at the base of his spine.

with a few more forceful thrusts, he reaches his peak, his seed shooting forth in hot jets that flood your mouth. he holds you still, making sure you swallow every drop, marking you internally as much as externally.

as the spasms subside, he slowly pulls free from your lips, a string of saliva connecting them for a moment before breaking. “good girl,” he praises, stroking your cheek gently with the back of his hand. you look up at him, eyes wide open with your lips glistening from his cum. he stares down at you, admiring the way your lips glisten with his cum. a sense of possessiveness washes over him, knowing that you've taken so much of him inside you.

he helps to stand properly before giving your forehead a kiss gently. despite the intense passion they just shared, his touch is gentle now, almost reverent. it's as if he's worshipping you with his hands, tracing the lines of your body as if committing them to memory.

“you're so beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning in to capture your lips in a tender kiss. there's no hunger in this kiss, only a profound sense of connection, of two souls intertwined.he deepens the kiss, savoring the taste of his own essence on your lips. When he finally breaks away, he gazes into your eyes, his expression softening. “i could get used to this,” he admits, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his usually confident demeanor.

leaning back, he takes in the sight of your flushed cheeks and swollen lips, a visual reminder of their carnal encounter. “let's clean up, shall we?” he suggests, reaching for the tissue nearby to wipe the sweat from his brow.

as he starts to clean himself up, you can't help but feel a mix of emotions swirling within you. there's a tenderness in his touch and voice that contrasts with the possessive, dominant behavior he displayed moments ago.

it's... confusing, to say the least. the way he switches between these two sides of himself, the mix of vulnerability and confidence, leaves you feeling off balance, unsure of what to expect next. as he continues to attend to himself, you find yourself watching him a bit longer than perhaps you should.

he wraps your shirt around your shoulders, his fingers lingering on your skin as he does up the buttons of your shirt. his actions are deliberate, almost tender, a stark contrast to the rough passion of moments ago.

as he fastens your bra, his thumbs brush against the sensitive undersides of your breasts, sending a shiver down your spine. “remember when we first met?” he asks, a wistful note in his voice. “i never imagined our paths would cross again, let alone lead us here.”

he pauses, looking at you with an intensity that makes your heart flutter, “but I'm glad fate brought us together, because being with you feels like...coming home.”

his words and tender gestures have an unexpected effect on you. your heart pounds in your chest as his fingers graze your skin, leaving trails of heat in their wake. the contrast between his dominating and tender behavior is almost dizzying. it's like you're seeing two sides of him at once, and you're not sure which one is real. you swallow hard, trying to steady your voice as you reply, your words almost catching in your throat. “i... i never thought I'd see you again, either.”

he finally finishes buttoning your shirt, his hands tracing down the front of the fabric, his fingertips lingering over your chest before he takes a step back. he studies you for a moment, a soft, almost thoughtful expression on his face. he reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch achingly gentle. "you're even more beautiful than i remembered," he murmurs, his words sincere and raw.

“and now that i have you back, i'm never letting you go again,” he vows, his tone leaving no room for doubt. cupping your face in his hands, he tilts your head up to meet his gaze. “we've both changed since then, grown in ways neither of us could have anticipated. but one thing remains constant— the way you make me feel alive.”

he presses his forehead against yours, his eyes slipping shut as he inhales deeply, as if breathing in your very essence. “stay with me tonight,” he pleads softly, his voice raw with emotion. “let me show you how much you mean to me.”

his words make your heart leap in your chest. there's a tenderness to his tone and his touch that feels almost alien to you, given the dominant and possessive behaviors he's displayed up until now.

you find yourself melting under his gentle touch, his plea echoing in your ears. your thoughts race, your mind torn between desire and uncertainty. a soft sigh escapes your lips as you finally find your voice. “i don't know, suo. this is all so... sudden. i never expected to see you again, let alone like this...”

his expression falters for a moment, his shoulders slumping slightly as he absorbs your words. his fingers trace lightly across your cheek, his touch betraying a hint of vulnerability in that gesture.

he takes a step back, a small space opening between you. he looks at you for a moment, his eye searching your face as if searching for something. after a few tense seconds, he speaks again, his voice softer than before, “i understand if you need time to process everything. but i meant what i said. i want you in my life again, and i'll do anything to make that happen.”

he pauses, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “just... promise me you'll think about it, will you? give us a chance, see where this goes. because i can't deny this connection between us, and i know you feel it too.” the vulnerability in his voice and his body language are so different from his usual confident demeanor. it's almost... endearing, in a way. it's not something you'd expect from someone as intense and dominating as him, and it throws you off balance even more.

“okay..” you nod.

his expression immediately brightens up at your response, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. he steps closer again, closing the gap between you. his hands find their way back to your hips, pulling you gently against his body. he looks down at you, his eye tender and searching as he studies your face.

[littleplantfreak]

Happy 100 followers!! For the request event, can I request the prompt "Bringing their bento to them at work when they forgot it at home?" As for the characters, I'll make that a dealer's choice! Pick between any 4-5 characters you like!

Hi foxx!!!! I kinda mixed it up a bit so they didn't sound to repetitive, but I hope you like them :D

I chose Sako, Hiragi, Suo, and Choji since I don't give them enough love.

Sako Kota

"Fujiwara, I need at least a draft of the contract by 2:00PM today or we'll have to cancel the meeting at 4:00PM." Sako sighs, his arms crossed as he looks at the paralegal, pushing down his irritation enough that he won't snap, although Sako's icy expression is more than enough to send the other man on his way in a frantic attempt to correct his mistake.

Sitting down at his desk, he checks the clock and sees it's about lunchtime. It gives the paralegal time to get the appropriate documents together, and he would never fess up to it, but he does tend to get prickly if he hasn't eaten in a while. He never fails to perk up when you make him food, and today is no different. You both usually make your lunches together, but work ran late for him yesterday, and he never got the chance. The guilt he felt was quickly wiped away when he came home to your sleepy face waiting up for him on the couch.

"Welcome home," You'd said sweetly before shuffling towards him in your slippers and pressing a kiss to his lips. "I already made us lunch, so don't worry about it and come cuddle with me, please?" The way you helped him with his coat and tugged the wrist of his shirt, leading him to your bedroom, had his shoulders relaxing and the stress bleeding out of him slow but steady. He didn't even think to check the fridge the morning after, having slept past his first alarm due to his fatigue.

Which leaves him here now, sitting at his desk with his head in his hands, wondering if he's got enough time to order from one of the food places on his block and get back in time to read what will hopefully be a wonderful contract that he has to do very little editing on.

His text tone goes off, the little chime specifically chosen by you when you two first started dating.

[Look out your window, please owo)/*!]

A quick spin of his office chair has him looking down at you from the second floor. Not even bothering with his phone, he's walking down to meet you. Before he can even open his mouth, you blurt out something first.  

"I didn't wanna bother you, but I realized I forgot to put it on the counter this morning," A bashful smile playing on your lips, as you try to collect yourself a bit. Sako's oncoming headache that was building up suddenly stopped like a TV being flipped off by a remote. The bento wrapped neatly in your outstretched hand felt more like treasure than lunch as he takes on the weight of it, two of his fingers slipping through the tied fabric before he settles his other hand under it for stability.  

"It's not a bother; you know you can come visit whenever you want." He says, but seeing your eyebrows knit together, he's sure you're still worried about it. He places a swift kiss right where the wrinkle's formed, and he brushes it smooth with a soft swipe of his thumb before stepping back a bit, cheeks starting to heat a bit. "If you have time...we can share it in my office before lunch ends?" He says, though the end sounds more question than statement.

"I'd like that a lot," you laugh, showing him your matching box, nestled in your backpack. He doesn't spare a glance at Fujiwara, but as he walks by with you, he tells him to take his time with the draft and go for lunch. His own is going to be a little longer today.

Hiragi Toma

The hours the boxing gym Hiragi owns are later than normal. He likes being able to run his errands in the morning, and then get to the gym by 11:00 where someone will always be waiting to come in regardless of the weather. Unlocking the door, he's greeted with the sight of his lunch on the counter, and he wonders briefly if he forgot to bring it home yesterday to be cleaned, settling the keys on the ring behind his desk and walking over to it.

"Did you miss me?" You ask, poking your fingers in each side of his waist, laughing as he jerks away with a jesus christ and a groan. His arms crossed around his torso, still hiding where you've stabbed at him just in case you try for a second attack. His eyes full of betrayal at you have you gasping for breath. He forgot he gave you the spare key in case he ever needed you to open for him, which he guesses is his own fault for not considering you might use it for evil.

"You're a menace," He's grumbling, straightening up to full height.

"Yeah, but you love this menace," Your voice singsongs before adding, "this menace also brought the bento you forgot this morning, so don't you think I deserve a reward?" The cheshire grin on your face has him shuddering at what you might want your reward to be.

He's heaving out a sigh, and before he knows it, "What do you want?" comes out a bit harsher than he meant it to.

"Rude way to ask, but Ume and his girlfriend are planning a camping trip..." You trail off, already batting your lashes at him, knowing he's getting the best angle for your puppy dog eyes, though he's pretty much used to them by now. You can see the gears shifting as he thinks while he cups the back of your head and just...takes you in. Either the eyes worked wonders or he's feeling needy today, because you usually only get those eyes when you're at home.

"'s been a while since we've taken a trip, huh?" He asks, smoothing your hair down, waiting on your answer.

"Yeah...I guess it has." You say, seriously now that you're matching his energy. The last trip you both took together was months ago; both of you just got busier with work, and never planned another one. Hiragi thinks it's about time to rectify that.

"I heard one of our bands is playing in the town over next month. I'll grab tickets for it later, and," He pauses for a second to hang his head, "you can tell Umemiya's girlfriend we'll go on the camping trip too." The look lighting up on your face has him almost feeling okay, though the thought of spending a trip with Ume has his stomach tying little knots.

"Oh my god I love you so much! Enjoy your lunch. I'd eat with you, but I've got a camping brunch to attend." Tiptoeing up to kiss him proves quite easy when he's actually leaning down for you instead of teasing and saying you've gotta work harder for it. The way his hand grabs at your hip, thumb digging in slightly, tells you how appreciative he'll be for you bringing him food later tonight.

Parting from you takes more willpower than he'd thought, but he catches the mailman coming through the door in his peripheral and knows he'll only stand there gawking if Hiragi doesn't grab the mail from him. He notes how you've waited till the day of this so-called camping brunch to attack him and nearly huffs a laugh at your strategy, knowing he would've bent either way. He watches you practically skip out, turning back to wave, before walking out the door. Mail thrown on the counter, he decides his best bet is to eat while it's still quiet, knowing later in the day he'll be too busy. Maybe he'll shoot a text to Umemiya thanking him for the invite, too. Maybe.

Suo Hayato

Your phone rings as you're on the train, and you look around you before answering it, making sure to speak softly so as not to bother anyone.

"Did you forget something this morning?" Suo's voice asks coolly from the other line. You tilt your head a bit confused at the question, and he laughs. "You look like a puppy when you do that head tilt," and you huff, looking around to make sure he's not actually on the train with you.

"I hate when you do that," you pout, leaning into the speaker to hear him better. "I have my purse. My keys...I kissed you twice before I left...can I have a hint?" The hand that runs through your hair pushes it back in exasperation.

"Last time you forgot this at home, you cried in the bathroom at work." A jolt goes through you, followed by a sheepish chuckle on your end. He knows just how much you value the lunches he makes you every day, and that day had been especially stressful, building up until your forgotten lunch was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak. "Your train arrives in about...8 minutes right?" he hums as if to check the clock. "I'll be at the station when you get there."

"Hayato darling...it's snowing," It's not enough to delay the trains, but it certainly isn't warm out either. The concern in your voice is apparent, and that warms him more than anything else.

"I'll make sure to warm myself up when you get here," he teases, knowing you'll understand just how he intends to warm himself up.

"Wha- fine! If you get sick, I'm calling off to take care of you this time, though." You grumble before saying your goodbyes and hanging up. He's not particularly delicate, but the last time he was sick, he insisted he was fine until you found him face first on the living room floor with an insanely high fever.

The way the cold causes his cheeks to bleed rose-red is the exact same as that time, though you can see the clarity in his eye where there hadn't been when he was swaddled up to his chin being fed soup for three days. He's holding an umbrella, his long scarf wrapped stylishly around his neck.

"Can't have you going hungry, love." Smiling, he passes your lunch over to you before stepping closer into your space, bringing you undercover of his umbrella. "Mind if I escort you to work? I have a few errands to run, so I'll take my leave from there," he says, allowing you to wrap your arm around his own. It looks like a formal way to walk with a lover, but it gives you both enough flexibility to shift here and there, looking at storefronts or the snowflakes feathering down to the ground.

You grab his hand and kiss it before he does it to you, catching him off guard for a moment before his sly smile mirrors your own. "Pretty bold of you. Is this my thanks for bringing lunch?"

"Part of it, but really I just wanted to try it. You're always doing it to me, so I wanted to see if it made your heart flutter like it does mine." Oh, there's that blatant honesty he loves so much that he'd kiss you breathless right now if he could. He's a gentleman, though, so he opts to mimic your earlier move, watching your expression change to the sweet little fluster he's used to, even though you knew he'd do it. He knows when you dig in later, you'll also make that cute face that comes every time you eat his cooking, and he can't wait to be able to see it later tonight during dinner.

Choji Tomiyama

Choji's sleep schedule is screwed. Bar tending most nights would normally be rough on a person, but he can sleep pretty much anywhere and everywhere. Your sleep schedule is only screwed every so often when you get the urge to wait up for him. His meals are kind of everywhere too, since he wants breakfast when he wakes up in the afternoon, and then has his 'lunch' right before work.

Dinner comes around 8:00 or 9:00PM, and usually he'll just order something from the kitchen before it closes, but Togame brought over leftovers earlier that you knew Choji would love. Togame would've taken it himself, had he not had a women's self defense class to teach around the time Choji would normally eat.

So here you are, wading through people laughing and pool bets being made to your left. The bar is full of people, and it's not even a weekend. You never have trouble finding your boyfriend, though, because he's always got a crowd around him. When he first started, it was a part-time thing. Something to try while he figured out what he wanted to do as a real job. But once he got the drinks down, he started making his own, and with that came a trick or two. Leading up to the present, he's doing one of his easier tricks, flipping and spinning his tumbler with a shot or two of vodka in it around his back as the crowd of already tipsy people cheer. He makes excellent tips, and is content doing this full time for the foreseeable future. You figure you can always leave his dinner to one of his less busy coworkers, but a flash of blonde in the corner of your eye darting towards you has you bracing your leg behind you waiting for impact.

Impact is quite the word for the way his body veers towards you latching on with a big oof coming from your chest as your arms wrap around him. His pretty eyes lock on to you, and he's never been happier. Usually you don't come visit because of how loud and chaotic it can get, but when you do, his energy doesn't wane for the rest of the night. The containers you're carrying in your hand register to him immediately.

"Did you eat yet?" you half-yell over the music and laughter, and he shakes his head.

"There was a bachelor party who took up most of the bar until about half an hour ago, so I didn't get to put an order in."

"Good thing Togame made extra, huh?" you grin, seeing that he knows it's his favorite dish. You've tried replicating it, and while it tastes great when you make it, Togame must have a secret to making it just that much better. You agree wholeheartedly, not competitive in the slightest when he's been nothing but wonderful to both you and Choji. Handing it over, he gives you a big wet kiss on the cheek and then goes back for the other one, longer than the first.

"I'm glad you came, even if it's just to bring me food. I missed you yesterday when you went shopping, and I couldn't see you before work," and the little hold he's got at the bottom of your shirt, rubbing the fabric between his fingers, has your heart doing loops in your throat.

"I guess I can stay for a few, if there's an empty stool somewhere near you..." you say trailing off when a quick peek shows every seat taken.

"Not a problem," He grins, grabbing a chair from the back and putting it close behind the bar where he works. You think you'll be in his way, but he actually works around you just fine, asking if you'll feed him whenever he makes a drink for someone. A mouthful of food and a swipe of a wet cloth across his face keeps his hands free enough to keep working while also getting his dinner in.

By the end of the night, he's actually allowed to leave early, and you walk home swinging your entwined hands as he's telling you about all the interesting patrons he's met before you showed up earlier. There's no better way you'd want to spend your night.

[momodita]

tidbits જ⁀➴ suo hayato.

TAGS / WARNINGS: little shit suo, male reader, aged up to third years WC: 500 NOTE: set in the same universe/timeline as this fic. i gotta eat bricks fr

✗ MINORS / AGELESS / BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

“Here.”

You cast a critical eye at the bottle: half-empty, wet with condensation. Promising to relieve the tackiness in your throat.

Suo has a little smile: the one he wears when idling—letting Nirei and Sakura bicker amongst themselves. You don’t trust it. He looks too angelic and passive for how barbaric you’ve seen him be.

“That’s yours.”

“You’re thirsty, aren’t you?” he asks without missing a beat. “It would be terrible if you let yourself get dehydrated.”

Arguing with him is a Sisyphean task that only the stupid attempt: it’s endlessly entertaining when Sakura’s involved, but when you’re on the other end, all it’s good for is putting you on edge.

“Aren’t you worried about”—you choose the word carefully—“germs, or whatever?”

His smile widens. “Not at all. Are you?” He’s waiting for some stupid comment about indirect kissing. And he knows you know he’s waiting; the years have allowed you to adapt to his way of thinking—as unfortunate as it is—and if there’s anything you’re wont to do, it’s avoid playing into his hands.

You glare at the label, wishing it would burst into flames. It doesn’t, of course, despite the heavy crease between your eyebrows. You bite back snark in favor of accepting the bottle, instantly wetting your palm.

The conscious effort to avoid his gaze does not outweigh the misfortune for being in this situation to begin with. You just need one sip.

So you put your mouth on it. There’s nothing to be remotely embarrassed about, except that he’s watching in your periphery. And maybe that’s enough to be unsettling, because the bottle tips a touch too far—too fast—and dribbles down your chin.

Air catches in your esophagus in a choking cough as you rip it away, raising a hand to catch the spilling liquid.

“My, my, if I’d known you’d be so clumsy, I would’ve helped,” Suo muses brightly, reaching into his pockets.

“Shut up,” you snap wetly, nose stinging. He holds out a handkerchief, but doesn’t let go. His eyes are tracing over your mouth, where the tea is drying cold and sticky. There’s a droplet clinging to the dip of your bottom lip. “It’s ‘cause you were staring.”

“Is that so?” You flinch when Suo’s hand rises at face level. But all he does is drag a thumb along your chin. “Better not waste it,” he says quietly, pushing the flat of it up the curve of your lips to press against your teeth.

Dazed, you don’t register the slackening of your jaw—allowing the bare pressure on the jut of your canine—until his own mouth parts, sharing a quiet hiss of breath. A visible shudder—so violent you tremble—carves down your spine.

He lets you slap away his hand, watches with a careful, all-too predatory stillness as you stumble back, blood racing to your cheeks and throat.

“Bastard,” you bite out, slamming the bottle on the nearest desk and stalking out of the classroom.

[melon-fodder]

Hey, Melon!~ I hope this week has been good to you & that this weekend will be better!! For your wbk prompt event, I was curious if you’d be able to write something for 5. + Suo? 👀💜

Ix, my love, I hope you’re doing well. Thank you for being patient. Here it is! Kind of possessive Suo teehee

You had been having a good time—on the rooftop with friends, dancing to the music as the bass pumped through the speakers that Hiragi had set up for this little party. Much too preoccupied with laughing and vibing with your friends, you don’t even notice the man looking at you from the other side of the makeshift dance floor. He isn’t anywhere near your radar as you hold your arms up and move your hips to the beat.

It isn’t until a familiar arm loops around you, heavy and possessive as it tugs you to him.

“Do you have any idea how many sets of eyes are on you right now?” Suo asks, tone easygoing as always. All it takes it one glance at his visible eye to prove he’s anything but.

“What are you talking about?”

“Look around,” he tells you, and you do, suddenly aware of the party-goers who quickly look anywhere but you.

“I was just dancing,” you say, turning and wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s shoulders. “You should dance with me!”

He hums, lips turning up at the corners as one of his hands runs down your spine to settle just above your ass.

“How about we dance somewhere else?”

Somewhere else ends up being one of the many abandoned classrooms, and dancing ends up being bent over a desk with your skirt hiked up.

Suo pounds into you in deep, practiced movements, his cock hitting that spot inside of you and making you cry out for him.

“Don’t let anyone look at you like that, understand?”

When you don’t answer immediately, Suo wraps a hand around your throat and pulls you upright, holding your back to his chest and repeating himself, “don’t let anyone—” his hips keep snapping, thick cock dragging against your doughy walls— “look at you…”

He slows suddenly, the grip on your neck loosening, thrusts slowing into something more languid but just as deep.

“You’re all mine, aren’t you?”

You nod, a high pitched whine pushed from your chest when he picks up his previous brutal rhythm. His other hand dives between your legs to rub your clit, making you clench and spasm around him.

“Cum for me, then,” he huffs, nipping at the shell of your ear, “just for me.”