#suo hayato x reader

[firstdivisiongirl]

Suo Hayato x Reader: A Good Meal

You’ve known Suo since you were in Elementary school.  Well, know is a relative term.  You were aware of each other's existence is a better way to put it.  He thought you had the warmest smile.  So, he always kept an eye on you.  And that’s when he noticed it, you never ate.  When he saw this, he pulled his desk up next to yours when you were alone at lunch time, “not much of an eater,” he asked chipperly, smiling at you.  

You shook your head, “it’s not that,” you replied, “I gave my lunch away.  There’s this one girl in another class who doesn’t have enough money to have lunch, so I want to make sure she at least has one good meal a day.”

He smiles, “that’s sweet of you.  I’m Hayota Suo by the way.  Would you mind if we sit together?”

You smiled back, “not at all.”  You two started to get to know each other.  After that, he sat with you every single day at lunch.  He always gave you his lunch too.  When you asked him why all he said was, “on a diet,” or “you should have a good meal too.”  Eventually, it kind of became a habit with everyone: Nirei, Sakura, etc.  He wanted everyone to be well fed first.  He could wait till later.  Just seeing the smiles on their faces when they were eating was good enough for him.

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[missedloveletter]

🖤•WIND BREAKER BOYS•🖤

Summary: how they would confess

Characters: Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, suo hayato

Warnings:

suo hayato<3

He wanted it to be perfect....so he waited.with time he only fell deeper in love and it took him a second to fully embrace these feelings he had for you, but he loved that he loved you.

Seeing you everyday from your convenience store trips to walking you around town.Making sure your safe.Making sure what's his is safe.

I did mention in earlier posts that he would be the most likely to be yandere out of many of the characters and I plan to stay true on that.More like a borderline of just protective and soft yandere....the gray area per Say. And With this he is almost always with you and all the guys know your his...it's just time you know that.

So he would invite you to go to the convenience store to get a late night snack but is going to take you in a little detour.

You were at the convenience store picking out your snacks as Suo just stands nearby just loving watching your inner turmoil on what snack to pick..."Aaaaa I can't pick" Suo smiles"why not get both?" You gasp in offense"No of course not...you never let me pay and I don't want to make you pay more than you need to.... especially when you never get anything and it's always for me....I already feel bad". He chuckles softly.

He checks out and your off going down the street to your house but soon see Suo's not next to you.You turn back and see his soft smile with those reddish eyes mating the sky as it turns into night.

....."what?"

"we're doing a small detour".

All you could do was smile and let him lead the way

You met as a small grass hill not too far from town.The sky was quick to turn night as the stars speckled the sky.

"Wow....this place is beautiful....is this what you wanted to show me?"

"Not exactly"....

You look at him sceptically....he soon take out the second snack you had to sadly part with...."what...you really didn't have-"

"No....I do have to,I want to take care of you.for you to rely on me and know I will be there.You are...my everything.I need you near...I want to be your boyfriend."

You were speechless....the confusion was so straight forward and...raw.The Stars seemed to shine brighter and the grass softer....

He gently grabbed your cheeks and leaned in but stopped just before your lips touched....his grip loss where you could easily slip away...

he looked into your eyes...

Once your shock wear off you spoke,Your words were breathless..."yes"....

He smiles looking at your lips asking silent permission but you beat him to it.

Smashing your lips together in a needy yet soft kiss.you wrap your arms around his neck and he's came around your waist pulling you all the closer.

"I promise I'll take good care of you"

Hajime Umemiya<3

After your day out in the green house Ume promised to take you out you. So here you are at a cute cafe in town.The place was warm and your conversation flowed as it always did.From plants to family....friends...and to you?

How you feel and what you like.... favorite food and things you hate....this almost feels like a first date.The one you take to get to know the person on a romantic level....but this is Ume.....

You have a big crush on him, sure but this can't be a date....can it?he's looking at you so softly and warm....well he always did but it's different this time.Like he had a revelation and this was the first step into following through with it. He takes the orders knowing what you like by now,but know that you think of it....you don't REALLY know Ume.

You mostly talk about plants and things regarding that hobbies...is he putting in effort to get to REALLY know you right now?

Its honestly really sweet.you talked and goofed around but close to the end of your "date" the air because thick and you were confused about the change.

"Ume is everything alright?"

He looked at you with an almost sad smile ...very contrasting to the beaming light radiating off of him minutes before. "Y/n....I know this is sudden...and having lunch with you made me realize how...much brighter life is with you......I want to take our time and really get to know each other but I just want to say...."

"Ume?"

"I love you ...you fall so perfectly into my life......I would be honored if you accept my feelings....and of course we will take things slow"

Well Ume sorry to say but saying I love you right off the bat isn't slow but we'll take it anyway

You of course turned as red as a ripe tomato.Steam coming out the ears and all....."Oh"....

His smile seemed to slightly fall at your response taking it as rejection.Realizing your mistake you gathered yourself "NO No I like you to A LOT I just .....wasn't expecting a confession....I really thought you didn't see me that way."

"What....I think I liked you the whole time I know you....I think I just realized exactly what those feelings are recently....so dose that mean you expect my confession"!? Talk about golden retriever energy.

All you could do was smile and nod , and you where soon swapped up into his arms.

Warm and safe.

Haruka Sakura<3

He knows he liked you....and it kinda scared him because he had these feelings for a while but.... ACTUALLY knowing what this feeling was a lot.

Suo and all the other boys know exactly what was happening and they know he wouldn't do anything about it without a....push...per say.

So they help make you your date for his confession,becouse he really does like you....love you even and just has been so hurt in his life and is dense in love lol.

So the date is at Kotoha's cafe with just you to.... supposedly.the other boys are secretly watching but you guys don't need to know that.

So you and Sakura are sitting in the booth where eating your fried egg.It was warm and comforting and dispute being red as a tomato and overly flustered you guys had genuine good conversation.He was really trying.You laughed at his over extended response from his flusterdness and his offense at your laughter just made you laugh a little harder.

"hahahaha no no I'm sorry this is really nice I promise"

"You stop that!" His blush deepens.

"I'm soooorryyy reallyyy I....I'm really liking this....I'm glad I'm here with you"....

Pop....Sakura.exe has stoped working....like he's just there reder the a tomato and nearly unresponsive at you liking being with him......was crazy to him....you like being with his like he does you.OMG

"Sakura?"

"Are you ok I'm sorry if that to mu-"

"Y/n...I REALLY LIKE YOU"....

That cafe falls into a deeper silence...

"...oh..."

"Oh?...oh....'

"NO...No Sakura I like you....like....Like like you,is this a confession to start dating? Because if so Yes I would love to?"you smile brightly completely happy with the out come big Sakura....he's a mess of emotions with the first thought of rejection then your confession then basically starting a new relationship with him.

As you check in on Sakura and his.... condition of malfunction, the other boys at are secretly watching can only snicker and be proud of their work.

[umestomato]

A Different Kind of Grace

Many assumed Hayato Suo would be drawn to poised, elegant ladies—the kind who subconsciously lift their pinky while sipping tea, with silky hair and flowing skirts, not unlike Kiryu’s older sister.

To Hayato’s own surprise, nothing could be further from the truth.

He's captivated by a different kind of grace. In his eyes, there is elegance in skinned knees and grass-stained shirts—each mark a badge of character rather than a flaw. He finds himself drawn to high-maintenance girls, the kind you worry about leaving alone too long—not because they’re fragile, but because they burn too brightly when left to their own devices.

He's drawn to girls who kept him on the tips of his toes, forcing him to unravel bits and pieces of himself in moments of spontaneity.

[aeruia]

𝜗ϱ 、 WHAT THE FUCK , SHE JUST CALLED ME DADDY ?! ♡ . calling them "daddy" as a prank . ✶ . warnings : ooc , petnames ( baby, sweetie, princess ) , use of [name] than y/n on nirei’s part . ⟡ 、characters : sakura haruka , kiryu mitsuki , suo hayato , nirei akihiko , tomiyama choji , togame jo . memo : the title i just removed the mullet and idk if it's just me or what but i cringed while i type the word daddy 💔

wbk files . | request

sakura haruka ⟢ 118 words thinks he misheard you. slowly looking at you in horror like you just said something bad. he's looking at you mouth wide in shock, eyebrows knitted. "h-hold on, what?" he asked, face already flushed. you're amused by his reaction as you can't stop to laugh at him.

sakura has now a big pout on his face as he crossed his arms, scooting towards him and giving him a hug as you press your cheeks on his. "you're my baby, not daddy." you said cringing when you said the word again. "… don't ever call me that again." laughing at his statement as you nodded and hugged him more tightly. he prefers being called your baby (he won't admit it).

kiryu mitsuki ⟢ 96 words needs to take his headphones to see if he actually heard you right. "what?" he asked you as you stood up from you spot and goes behind his chair, placing your arms in his shoulder, tilting your head to look at him. "what, i just called you daddy?" you asked innocently.

you removed your arms from his shoulder and rested it on his chair. kiryu just hummed his headphones resting on his shoulder, he didn't reply and continued his game. he's used to your shenanigans. one time you called her mommy for no reason at all.

suo hayato ⟢ 114 words has no reaction at all. you two were eating teacakes and he was just continues to bite and chew his food like you didn't just said "oh, this is so good daddy!" and tried your very best to not burst out laughing.

though, i don't see him liking being called that but he plays along with it a smile plastered on his face. "it's that good, sweetie?" he said, looking at you as you look back at him not being able to read what he's scheming but you nodded at his question. this prank of yours didn't really hit something on him but he would tease you saying that you like calling him daddy ..

nirei akihiko ⟢ 81 words he's a blushing mess, he isn't used to it. he fumbles his words when you called him out like that when he was watching tv in the living room. "[name], i don’t think it's appropriate to call someone like that.." he said, scratching his cheek with his index finger.

"call like what? daddy?" nirei’s face paled as he jumped at you hugging you. "[name]!!!" he shouted at you which causes you to cackle at his reaction, adding more embarrassment to nirei.

tomiyama choji ⟢ 96 words raises an eyebrow when you called him that, his big eyes staring intensely at your own. "that’s odd of you to say." he started, grabbing his favorite drink and pushing the straw before sipping on it.

“do you not like it?” you asked, tilting your head to the side as he sat beside you. ”i’m too young to be like that, i’m still your baby.” he said, practically whining as he leaned on you, his head resting on your shoulder. you looked at him softly and gave him a kiss on the top of his head.

togame jo ⟢ 76 words he’s amused when you said it, a smug look on his face. the pen now of out your reach. you were doing a birthday card for your little sister and togame had borrowed your pen for something.

“yeah? you’re welcome princess.” he said playing along with your antics as he gave you your pen which you hurriedly snatch at him as you mumbled something about him liking it while he just hums, scrolling through his phone.

date posted : 07 / 01 / 25

[staristseyo]

𝗦𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗢𝗡’𝗦 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘 !?

NAVIGATION ノ GENSHIN ノ WIND BREAKER

GENSHIN IMPACT ⭑ MAIN

⏰ drabbles 🍮 nsfw 💿 titled works 📩 currently working

HATES EVERYONE, BUT LOVES YOU 💿 (adeptus xiao) : he hates everyone, that’s what he thought but somehow he doesn’t hate you, in fact he feels the opposite when it comes to you — love.

WELL MY BOYFRIEND’S PRETTY COOL 📩 🍮 (kaedehara kazuha) : being deaf and navigating through the world without hearing any sound is difficult, though fortunately for you, you managed to make the renowned kaedehara heir swoon at your feet.

HOW DOES HE LOOK AT YOU? 📩 (kinich, albedo, xiao, wanderer) : he looks at everyone with a neutral expression though it doesn’t escape them at how they look like at you, but how?

WANDERER WITH A SEELE S/O! 📩 (wanderer) : a sweetheart and a mean cocky arrogant dickhead! an odd pair isn’t it? stay tuned to see how their love story goes!

BABYING THEIR S/O 📩 (albedo, kazuha, kinich, xiao, wanderer) : you’re strong and capable of protecting yourself, you know that and you’re sure that your boyfriend does too. so why does he keeps babying you?

WIND BREAKER ⭑ MAIN

🍈 drabbles 🥛 various 🏐 titled works 📸 currently working

SOFT RULES 🥛 (suo, nirei, sakura) : you were born with a disability and that said disability is with you not having to hear anything around you but luckily for you, your beloved boyfriend is there with a gentle, guiding hands for you to take and hold while the two of you navigate through the world along with their soft rules they made to remind themselves.

FASHION SENSE 🥛 (kaji, nirei) : (f. name) was quite different from the townfolks of makochi, most people wear colorful, calm and dark colored aesthetics but you had a different style. instead of wearing all those types of clothing you proceeded to wear all gothic style. in which, your boyfriend — finds interesting.

ANXIETY BE GONE! 🥛📸 (suo, sakura, kaji, tsubakino) : they know what they’re entering and getting themselves into for, handling with their significant other’s constant anxiety but they would never get tired of taking care of you, so just lean back and relax while they calm you down okay?

SOFT RULES 📸 (tsubakino, kaji) : you were born with a disability and that said disability is with you not having to hear anything around you but luckily for you, your beloved boyfriend is there with a gentle, guiding hands for you to take and hold while the two of you navigate through the world along with their soft rules they made to remind themselves.

💌 upcoming 💐 aus 🦢 chatfics 🐑 modern

LOOK OF LOVE 💌 (soshiro hoshina, reno ichikawa, narumi gen) : they look at you like you hung the stars and moon, it’s so sickening to see them helplessly look at you in such adoration and lovesickness.

BOYFRIEND TEXTS 🦢 🐑 (wanderer) : unhinged messages between you and your dickhead of a boyfriend, wanderer.

BOYFRIEND TEXTS 🦢 🐑 (xiao) : soft messages yet also unhinged with your boyfriend, xiao.

LOVE AND WAR 💐🐑 (wanderer) : your group band have always had a beef with a boy band, 6reeze and you being the troublemaker and the rebel made a post about them that causes.. ruckus.

⠀꒲ ` @dolletelia , my works aren’t meant to be plagiarised, reposted, copied, stolen without my permission. biggest thanks to my editor who edited this! ncoami.

[tgms]

hitting it raw!

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

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

contains explicit nsfw content, minors do not interact

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

sakura haruka (wc: 0.8k)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

suo hayato (wc: 0.9k)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

togame jo (wc: 0.8k)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

kaji ren (wc: 1.1k)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i told you to keep quiet.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

shit, was he hard again?

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

umemiya hajime (wc: 0.7k)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lovingmayday]

i am a firm believer that suo hayato is a YEARNER and a tease. he has the mask that helps him stay grounded and rational but he just can't help but lose his mind around you. his ability to conceal it just makes him more sly.

he finds every casual reason to touch you. like move your hair from your face, wipe the crumbs from your mouth, and even flick your forehead sometimes when you do something reckless or stupid. your touch just gives him butterflies. makes him feel all happy and tingly and at peace.

and your almost-touches make him react the exact same way. he doesn't hold his hands behind his back when he walks with you. he lets it sway at his sides like yours do so there's a chance your knuckles might brush against each other.

he also intentionally stands or sits near you whenever he gets the chance—though he calmly denies it when your circle notices and points it out.

it's not that he's embarrassed. or that he doesn't want to outwardly express his fondness. suo is just content with what the two of you have. it's quiet and peaceful—a small world that only the two of you share.

although, he's pretty sure his friends already know and are just waiting for suo to announce it. sakura's romance radar has a 100% accuracy, after all.

he stares. unabashedly. he stares so much that your image is permanently ingrained in his head. he memorized every feature, every freckle, every beauty mark he sees on your skin. and he quietly recounts them whenever he looks at you. when you catch him staring, he doesn't look away. just smiles and watches you get flustered.

you're aware of suo's affection. how could you not? —when he's made them as obvious as he can when he knows you're the only one watching.

but he's never outright said it.

it's because he never needed to.

and he never needed to ask either—ask if you were fine with his advances and ask if you felt the same way. suo was cleverer than most and you trusted he could figure it out himself.

unspoken and unstated but not unexpressed.

suo saw you sitting on a cafe's outdoor table during patrol. sakura and nirei were bickering beside him but, this time, he didn't intervene like he always did. he slipped behind them to come to you.

you were busy studying and listening to music. he hasn't seen you in a while. he recalled you mentioning an important exam coming up and notices a half empty coffee mug on your table. you haven't been taking breaks like he suggested. he thought to himself.

he approached you from behind, gently tugging off an earphone. it made your brows furrow as you whipped your head at the unwanted disturbance. you soon regret it deeply.

his hand was on the back of your chair while he was leaning forward—your faces merely an inch apart.

"s-suo!?" his close-lipped smile stretched when he saw you erupt—cheeks flushed and eyes widened. suo made no effort to move away.

"you weren't responding when i was calling your name," he said innocently, straightening back his posture. "and you shouldn't have your volume too high. it's bad for your ears."

you forced yourself to regain your composure, tearing your eyes off his as you looked away, guiltily and quietly pausing your music.

"have you been taking breaks? the exam is a week away, if i remember correctly. i think you should allow yourself to take it easy," he added and watched your lips form a pout. he smiled to himself.

he was about to continue before you grumbled under your breath, "first time we've seen each other in days and the first thing you do is nag me.."

suo's smile faltered before it softened. a familiar feeling of butterflies fluttering in his stomach as he looked at you adoringly. "aw, i've missed you, too."

"i-i didnt say that??!" your blush deepened.

"i just worry about you! you haven't been listening to me." he flicked your forehead. "i guess i have no other choice than to force you to rest," he said with a faux sigh.

"literally no one is forcing you!!" you yelled, rubbing the spot on your forehead he hit. "and that hurt!"

"should i kiss it better?" he teased, leaning forward once more.

you were about to curse him out when you hear a commotion from behind suo. he looked back as well. you see nirei fussing over sakura—bent over and weakly holding onto the other for support. his face was beet red and you could almost see the smoke steaming from his ears.

"oh, dear," suo chuckled lightly at the sight. he turns back to you and smiles apologetically. "our patrol is almost over," he stated, "would you mind waiting here until i return?"

you thought it over before sighing defeatedly. there's no stopping him when he's already made up his mind. "you don't have to," you replied.

he reached over to move stray pieces of hair behind your ear. "i want to," he reassured. you gave him a small smile, thankful.

he waved back as he walked towards his friends, continuing his patrol and leaving your heart racing.

[yoiisa]

wbk reacting to you getting beaten up by a rival gang .𖥔 ݁ ˖

w/ SUO HAYATO, KIRYU MITSUKI, AND KAJI REN

part 2 with Sakura, Togame, and Uryu is here!

Tags: Descriptions of wounds (nothing too graphic, just mentions of blood and bruises), angst, hurt/comfort!

SUO HAYATO ⋆˙⟡

He should’ve seen this coming.

He’s carrying you on his back, his heart battering against his ribcage as you lie slumped over his back.

He’d been at home, completely ready for bed. Just before he tucked himself in though, he got a panicked phone call from Nirei, the blonde boy’s voice high pitched and frantic.

“Suo, come quick! [name] . . . she’s hurt really bad!”

He’d rushed out of his house, not even bothering to change or put on shoes. When he’d gotten to the location Nirei sent him, he found you hunched over on yourself, sitting on a bench. Nirei was sitting next to you, his jacket on your shoulders. Sakura knelt in front of you, checking your injuries.

You looked up, and Suo’s heart shattered like porcelain. A stream of blood leaked from your nostrils, a bruise bloomed across your throat, and your left eye was swelling. Sakura stood up and Suo quickly took his place. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing your cheeks as you tremble.

“What happened lovely?” he asked, his eyes wide and concerned.

You were silent for a brief moment before you slipped off the bench and into Suo’s arms. You sobbed, “I don’t even know . . . Hayato . . .”

He pulled you into his chest, stroking your hair and kissing your hairline. “Shhh, shh, take your time, it’s okay.”

You wiped your tears and whimpered. “I think someone recognized me . . . they saw me walking with you one day . . . they . . . they had a white jacket on . . . ?”

Sakura and Nirei shot each other sharp looks behind you, before eyeing Suo, who remained stone faced. You continued softly, “I think they wanted to get to you through me?”

Suo went rigid, his breath hitching. Of course. Of course. No one knows anything about him, any of his other weaknesses. Of course they’d go through the first option they’re given. He was an idiot. He was so fucking stupid.

He kissed your forehead and shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“. . . ” he removed Nirei’s jacket from your shoulders and replaced it with his. Then, with the help of Sakura and Nirei, he got you situated on his back as he walked you home, to his apartment.

“Hayato,” you whisper, your soft voice snapping him out of his recollection of the past half hour.

“Yes lovely?” he asks, turning his head slightly towards you. You gently play with a tassel, and he smiles.

“Thank you for coming. It was by complete accident that Sakura and Nirei found me, but I'm thankful they did. I was so scared, but when I heard Nirei calling you . . . I was so relieved. I love you,” and then your head droops, sleep overtaking you as you breathe in and out deeply.

Suo almost trips over his own feet. His eyes go wide and he sighs. His heart swells and he kisses your cheek.

“I love you too,” he whispers, “so much lovely.”

KIRYU MITSUKI ⋆˙⟡

Kiryu has an inkling that something was wrong since the morning. It was currently noon, the sun blaring down on the two of you. He was very close to sweating but for some reason, you were in a sweater. The two of you were walking in a strip mall, hand in hand, window shopping.

He studied you, analyzing your appearance. He’d known that you had a crop top at home that you were excited to wear once the weather got warmer, so then why . . .?

“Mitsuki?” You ask, fanning yourself with your hand. “Are you okay?”

“Are you?” He asks softly. His voice is gentle as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. “Why’re you sweating like this sweetie? You should take your sweater off.”

You stiffen marginally, but relax just as fast. It doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend though, who pouts and furrows his brow.

“I just bought this sweater,” you explain softly. “It’d be a waste to not wear it, right?”

“Then what about the tank tops you bought two weeks ago?” He presses. “That blue looked really cute on you.”

You hum and nod. “Hmmm yeah, maybe.”

“ . . . Cut it out,” he says pulling you closer. “Why’re you lying? Are you okay? Did something happen?” He hugs you and nuzzles his face into your neck. “I’m worried [name]-ie.”

You sigh after a moment, your hand coming up to pat his head. “It’s okay, I’m okay.”

“You’re gonna die of heatstroke!” he exclaims.

You sigh and shake your head, lifting a hand up to fan your face. “Mitsuki-” you begin, but suddenly your sleeve slides down your arm, and the edge of the bruise starts to peak out from behind the cuff.

Kiryu’s eyes narrow in on it and he instantly jumps. His hand wraps around your wrist and he pulls the sleeve down slowly, revealing a nasty bruise in the shape of a hand.

“ . . . Mitsuki-”

“What happened to you?” He asks, his voice hardened by shock. “Where did you get this from?”

“. . . it’s nothing,” you sigh. “I don’t know. Some guys just kinda cornered me the other day and were being asshats,” you mutter angrily. “They . . . beat me up.”

“What?” Kiryu asks. For a second he thinks he misheard you but the more uncomfortable you look by his silence, the more he knows that’s not true.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment before Kiryu drags you into the nearest department store. He leads you to the back of the store and pulls you into the first open stall.

“Mitsuki you can’t do thi-”

“I wanna see what they did. Take the sweater off.”

You stare at him indignantly for a few minutes before finally pulling the sweater up over your head. Bruises cover your torso, your stomach displaying an array of nasty purple splotches.

Kiryu stares at you, his face falling. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?” he asks quietly after a moment.

“Because they wanted a rise out of you and I didn’t want to give them that.”

“You should’ve told me,” he grabs your arms and yanks you into a hug, squeezing you tight against him.

“I’ll heal.”

“That’s not the point,” he whispers against your neck. He pulls himself back and stares deeply into your eyes, his own a whirlwind storm of different emotions. “You always take care of me whenever I’m injured,” he whispers, lifting your wrist up to give the inside of it a kiss. “I wanted to do the same for you.”

You don’t know how long the two of you stand there in the fitting room hugging, but eventually, you’re back at his place, in his shirt, on his bed, in his arms, and you’ve never felt safer in your life.

KAJI REN ⋆˙⟡

Kaji’s sun bathing on the roof, the heat soft against his skin. Music was blaring in his ears, a tiny smile graced his face as he pictures the date the two of you are about to go on later today: go to Pothos . . . get some food . . . hold hands . . .

His smile widens as he pictures it. He can’t wait.

But he won’t have to, cuz you come to him. Or more like someone drags you to him.

“Kaji!” Enomoto shouts, yanking his headphones off.

“Ah! What the hell-”

“Look!” Enomoto shouts, pointing somewhere beyond Kaji.

Kaji sits up and looks through the chain link fence blocking the edge of the roof. At first he doesn’t see what Enomoto is pointing at, but then . . . he sees it.

Kusumi is already hurrying to your side, and scoops your limp body into his arms as he checks your injuries. More second years also rush to your body to look over you. They all know you through your relationship with Kaji, and they all see you as a sister of sorts.

Kaji is bursting through doors and racing through hallways, desperate to get to you. When he finally gets out to the courtyard, his heart is thrumming in his chest as his peers part to let him approach.

Kusumi sets you gently in Kaji’s arms, and Kaji tucks you under his chin. He looks up at Kusumi and Enomoto, who kneels by your side to assess your damage.

Kaji’s fingers dig into your arm as he growls, “What the fuck is this?”

You cough hoarsely as Kusumi says, “I got a text of a photo from an unknown number. Here,” Kusumi shows a photo of a broken you, your body in a fetal position to try and deflect the beating. You face has cuts all over it and bruises mar whatever skin is visible in the picture.

“It was probably a few stragglers from Keel who wanted revenge,” another second year theorizes.

Kaji grits his teeth and pulls you tighter against him. The fact that those lowlife scum would go after you . . . he’ll kill them all. The white hot rage that he knows all too well floods his system and short circuits his senses. He can feel it taking control of his brain. It threatens to take complete hold over him, turning his vision red.

“Ren…?” You whisper against his jaw.

And just like that, he snaps out of it. The other boys freeze as you speak. Kaji gently pulls you back so he can better see into your eyes. Your poor sweet eyes, which are teary and scared. He hates seeing you like this. Hates knowing how scared you must’ve been when you were being assaulted.

"C'mon, let's get you patched up," he mutters. He lifts you in his arms and carries you inside the school, calling for someone to prepare the nurse's office.

“Ren,” you whisper into his neck. Enomoto shouts for some food and water as you continue, “I was so scared.”

Kaji can only give a tight nod. He doesn’t know what else to do. He feels horrible, like this is all his fault. In a way, he supposes it is. When he feels you nuzzle against him, soaking in his scent, he wants to throw you far away from him, that way he can never accidentally cause you pain like this again.

Nevertheless, he carries you back into the school and into the nurse’s office, where a first aid kit is being organized, and some dorayaki and milk is brought forward to you. Some of the boys fuss over you, bandaging your cuts and pouring water into your mouth. You thank them graciously. Kaji stands off to the side, watching the ordeal unfold.

Once they’re done, everyone leaves you and Kaji alone. He holds your hand and you rub your thumb along his hand.

“I’m sorry,” he croaks after he watches you silently for a moment. Anguish is written in his eyes.

“. . . Just hold my hand,” you whimper. "That always makes it better, right?" What choice does Kaji have but to comply?

He gives your hand a firm squeeze and you lean against him. He kisses your hair and you fall asleep, your body exhausted, but protected at last.

A/N: I wanted to do so many other characters for this, so lemme know if you want a part two!

[renskaji]

baby fever!

multi-char. x implied fem!reader, wc: 4.3k (total), req? no.

starring! sakura, kaji, umemiya, togame, hiragi, suo

mentions of pregnancy/being pregnant

h. sakura

You can see it in his face, how he's freaking out without trying to move a single muscle. You've known your husband for far too long to miss the panic shining in his eyes, the panic you've been watching steadily grow over the past nine months of your pregnancy.

But now he's holding your son, and it's so very clear that he's totally overwhelmed.

You had naively thought, while distracted by the difficulty of pregnancy and labor, that Haruka had come to terms with the fact that he was going to be—and now was—a father.

Your baby is here, a healthy boy with two beautifully different colored eyes, and you've only been home from the hospital for a few short hours. You had meant to sneak off and take a bath, but then you saw the nervousness lace your husband's lean frame and knew you needed to settle your big baby, first.

"Haru," You coo, kneeling on the couch cushion beside your husband. Your son is sleeping on his chest, Haruka's large hands holding him in the exact perfect way you were taught in those parenting classes Nirei had suggested you take together. "How's it going?"

"Dunno," He answers quickly, but you hear the breathlessness in his quiet voice, desperate not to wake your perfect son. He doesn't even bother looking at you, amber and coal eyes trained on the crown of your newborn's head. "He fell asleep."

"He's a baby. He'll do that." You tease, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your husband's head while the other brushes gently over your son's back. You see Haruka's ears burn red, still not used to your affection, even after so long married, but for once, you bite your tongue.

"I don't..." Your husband starts then pauses, jaw clenching tight in the way he always does while struggling to piece together what he wants to say. He's gotten better at talking through his feelings over the years, but big milestones always make him revert back to the way he was in high school. You know to wait for him, your fingers brushing mindlessly through his two-toned hair while admiring your son. "I don't know what I'm doing."

His words make you snort a laugh, and he looks away from his son just long enough to glare at you.

"Sorry, honey," You mumble, proving you're truly sorry by placating him with a sickeningly sweet kiss to his lips. "But you think I know what I'm doing?"

"That's not what I meant," He huffs. His usual dramatics are toned down, and you credit it to his awareness of his sleeping son on his chest. Your baby has been an easy sleeper so far, but you know it's subject to change.

"I know," You confess, leaning closer into your husband's side, cheek pressed against his shoulder so you can swoon over your son. He really is a perfect mix of your husband and yourself. It makes your lips twitch with a smile unknowingly.

"How am I supposed to be a good dad, when I had such an awful role model for mine?" He's asked this question before, shortly after you announced your pregnancy to him. He had been wracked with panic, then, but you had spent hours chasing those thoughts away. The arrival of your son must have stirred up old feelings.

"I think that the fact that you're even worried about that proves that you're already better than your father." You hum, letting your words sink in. You mean them, too. "Plus, I wouldn't have married you if I thought you were anything less than absolutely perfect for me."

“Shaddup,” He huffs, but his blush has spread to his cheeks. From your spot against his shoulder, you lean up and forward to press another kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“Mmm.” You settle against his shoulder once more, your adoring gaze settled on your sweetest baby. You’re certain that you could spend the rest of your life exactly where you’re sitting—on your couch, against your husband’s side, your son asleep on Haruka’s chest.

You reach out a hand and brush your son’s tiny closed fist, resting against the soft fabric of your husband’s shirt. He’s so tiny, and so, so loved. And you know he’ll grow up knowing it, if Haruka always holds him as tenderly as was at that moment.

“Just give him everything you wished your father had given you,” You murmur, feeling your eyelids start to droop. So much for getting the chance to shower while your son slept. “And if you mess up, I’ll be there to set you straight.”

You mean it as a joke, but you’re so sleepy the words drift out of you on a whisper. Haruka breathes a little heavier, something indicative of a laugh while his mind is a million miles away yet grounded to the moment.

“Yeah,” He hums, voice a deep vibration your son surely feels in his sleep. “I can do that.”

You drift to sleep with a smile on your face, your son nearby, and your husband feeling lighter.

r. kaji

You should’ve known you were in trouble when your husband and daughter were being quiet.

It’s not like they’re overly rambunctious or anything, at least, not for a toddler. But you don’t recall hearing even a peep from the two of them in the past ten minutes while you cooked dinner for your small family, and that never happens.

Suspicious, you turn down the heat and venture out of the kitchen. You saw them last in the living room, Ren roped into watching your daughter’s favorite shows. Except, they’re not there, and your confusion mixes with worry about what they could be getting into.

Yes, you trust your husband endlessly, but your daughter has him wrapped around her finger—just like you do.

You make your way further into the house. The door to your bedroom is shut, but your daughter's room is cracked just wide enough for you to finally hear the telltale whispers of your husband and child clearly getting up to something.

"Where did everyone go—?" You ask as you push open the door and step inside, though you pause the moment you find two so similar faces staring up at you with wide, we're getting in trouble, eyes. What's worse is the twin lollipop sticks hanging from their mouths—contraband. "Ren Kaji, I know you're not giving my baby candy while I'm cooking dinner."

Your husband, sitting on the floor with your toddler, looks so guilty you don't even need the bag of evidence—the bag of lollipops usually hidden atop the fridge—to know he's played right into your daughter's tricks.

And your sweet baby girl, your cunning three year old, turns to face you with a big grin on her face and one chubby cheek puffed out with a lollipop stored inside it. You try to frown at her, really, but it's so hard to get mad at her when she's nearly a carbon copy of her father.

"Mama!" She calls, voice muffled by the candy in her mouth. She's standing between Ren's spread legs, but one toddler-sized fist is pointing accusingly at her father. "Papa gave me this. I not in trouble!"

"Way to sell me out," Ren huffs, crossing his arms. Your daughter pulls the lollipop from her mouth and holds the treat in one hand. You have to use your own palm to smother the adoring smile overtaking your features as you watch the scene unfold, especially when your daughter leans forward to smack a sticky kiss to her father's cheek.

"It's okay, Papa." She assures him, voice serious and bright, like she wasn't playing her father right in front of you. Honestly, you admire her skill at getting Ren to do what she wanted. "I still love you, 'kay?"

And Ren nods dutifully, falling hopelessly for his daughter's tricks. You're not even certain he realizes that he just took the blame for the act they undoubtedly conspired in.

"You both know we don't eat candy before dinner," You remind them sternly, though your pointed mom-is-pissed look is mainly trained on your husband. You're grateful that they both look down at the floor in shame, because it gives you a chance to grin at how cute they both are before clearing your throat to get their attention.

Their attention snaps to you, and suddenly you're reminded that you're just as powerless to Ren's and your daughter's wide puppy-dog eyes.

"Dinner's almost ready. Wanna help me finish cooking while Papa sets the table?" Your question is met with a cheer as your daughter races towards you, getting scooped up easily into your arms. With a smile, you press a series of kisses to her chipmunk cheek, which has her squealing with laughter in seconds.

The sound is like heaven to your ears, and you know you can never be truly mad at Ren for caving to your sweet daughter's demands for an extra lollipop when you're just as likely to bend the rules of the world to give her what she wants.

Ren appears at your side, one hand settling low on your back while he presses a kiss of his own to your temple, despite the lollipop stick hanging from his mouth. You tug it out carefully, angling your chin up for a proper kiss that he readily gives you.

"Thanks for not being mad," He murmurs against your lips, words a quiet hum despite the way your daughter rambles on about something she had done at daycare that day.

"You're dealing with her sugar rush later," You fire back, winking as his face pulls into an expression of pained realization at what he had done. Popping his lollipop into your own mouth, you grin around the candy and turn to leave your daughter's room with her on your hip and Ren's heavy sigh.

And a chastise from your daughter, too.

"Mama, no candy!"

h. umemiya

There was never a doubt in your mind that Hajime would make a brilliant father. Always so doting, so attentive. He practically oozed fatherhood long before you married him.

So when you found out you were pregnant with twins, you knew you'd be perfectly fine.

Not that you thought it would be easy, oh no. You knew the hardships of becoming first time parents, and now you had double the tasks to do with two babies, but you had Hajime by your side.

And you were right.

The twins, one boy and one girl, are only three months shy of being a year old, and everyday has felt like a dream. They each have developed their own personalities, but one thing's for certain—they love their papa.

You're doing laundry. It's a mundane task, but with two babies, there's always a pile of something that needs to be washed. Hajime has the twins, so you're able to knock through a few loads without interruption. It's only when you take a load of sheets outside to hang that you realize just where your husband has been entertaining your children for so long.

"And this one's a tomato plant!" Hajime declares proudly, pointing to the aforementioned vegetable not quite yet producing. The twins are in their carrier, both strapped to his chest and facing outward as he shows off his garden for the umpteenth time to your drooling babies. "You both liked tomatoes last time we tried them."

You're stuck standing by the laundry wire, arms wrapped loosely around yourself. There's something so unbelievably heartwarming about seeing your husband talk to your children without him knowing you're there.

"And, oh, that's sweet peas! You like those," Hajime presses a kiss to the crown of your daughter's head to reference her while he stands tall with his hands on his hips. He repeats the action with your son, a chuckle shaking his shoulders as he does so. "But you just threw your peas in my face. Your mama thought that it was really funny."

You grin at the memory. Of how your son wasted no time in lobbing his food at his father the moment he got control of the spoon, how despite the sweet pea puree sliding down his face, Hajime didn't once stop smiling.

"When you're both old enough, you'll have your own garden plots to grow whatever you want!" Hajime declares, to which your daughter babbles excitedly, matching her papa's energy. Your son turns his head to chew on the strap of the carrier, and the action brings you into his line of sight. He coos instantly, chubby baby arms stretching out for you to hold him.

The movement catches Hajime's attention, and he turns to face you. Just like his son, your husband brightens when he realizes you're nearby, one arm extending to beckon you closer. And really, you'd be a fool if you ever denied Hajime anything, so you abandon the laundry to find your way to your husband's side, overlooking his garden plots.

"There's Mama," He wraps an arm around shoulders as soon as you're in reach, crushing you into his side, careful of your son's legs. You twist in his hold so that you can press kisses to the chubby cheeks of your twins, then to your husband's lips. "We were admiring the garden. I can't wait until they can help me with it."

"They're going to be veggie experts before they enter preschool." You joke, poking Hajime's side teasingly. Adoration shines so brightly in his eyes, you're once more reminded why you made the perfect choice in marrying him.

"I think we're going to add some cucumber seedlings before the season for them passes. The twins love them." He sways side to side as he speaks, large hands splaying on the bellies of both your children through the carrier. You smile at him, swaying along with him. Your son has a tight grip on one of your hands while your daughter expertly gnaws on the fingers of your other, anchoring you in place.

Not that you had any intention of running off anytime soon.

"That sounds perfect, Haji."

j. togame

"Papa, what about that one!"

Your son's excited shouts carry over the crowd of the festival. You smile up at him, sitting on your husband's shoulders and excitedly pointing at the fifth food stall you've passed so far.

"Oh, yeah. That one too." Jo assures your son, squeezing his legs in his large hands that are holding him still and safe over his shoulders. Your four year old giggles in excitement, pudgy palms pushing against Jo's cheeks from his vantage point.

"I met your Papa at a festival, you know." You call out to your son, smiling brightly up at the miniature carbon-copy of your husband. "He was working at a food stand, then."

"Woah..." Your son gasps, drawing a deep chuckle out of your husband. You slip your hand in the folded crook of Jo's elbow, keeping yourself close to him while you walk.

Jo had told your son about all the food stalls he had helped out at over the years, which led to your son asking if he had worked at every stand you passed.

Jo told him yeah, but you're starting to question the legitimacy of his assurances. There's a very real chance that he's just saying so that he can keep hearing your son's excited laughter at each stall.

"That's why your mama fell in love with me," Jo smiles, though it's a little wonky with the way your son squeezes his cheeks. "One bite of my fried noodles and she was begging to marry me."

"Oh please," You huff, laughing. Your free hand smoothes over the swell of your baby bump, six months pregnant with another boy. "You were the one begging for a date."

"Worked out pretty well for me, didn't it?" Jo's grin is charming and wide, his lazy grin sliding over to you with a warmth that matches the burning in your chest.

"I wanna work at a food stall!" Your son exclaims, bouncing with energy is certainly did not get from Jo. You laugh at his eagerness, turning your chin to press a soft kiss to your husband's bicep.

"I'll ask around," Jo nods, not even wincing when your son pulls a little too tightly on his hair in his excitement. He's twisting around on your husband's shoulders, like he's already looking for someone Jo can ask to let him help. It reminds you of Choji, and you make a mental note to invite him over to dinner so he can run out your son's endless energy.

"But for now, why don't you think of something you want to eat?" You pinch your son's leg, enjoying the shriek of laughter he lets out. Jo holds him tighter, a secure anchor keeping your son safe atop his shoulders.

"Hmm..." He hums in contemplation, considering the very important decision of what to eat. Something very important for his four-year old self, evidently. "What does baby brother want to eat, Mama?"

"I don't think you want what baby brother's been craving." Jo warns your son in a comment meant to tease you. In retaliation, you nudge him with your elbow but you can't argue. Your second pregnancy cravings are far stranger than your first had been.

"Baby brother wants some sweet bread." You counter with a snack you see at a food stall nearby. Jo sees what you're talking about and carefully redirects your route, sending you a subtlety pointed look when you attempt to remove your hand from his arm. With the crowd picking up the longer the festival carries on, Jo doesn't want you far from his side.

It's his own brand of silent, easy protectiveness that makes you wish you could marry him all over again.

You just might have to ask if he'll let you—after you give him his second son.

t. hiragi

Oh, your husband is screwed.

He's late for dinner, and your two year old daughter is going to give him hell for it. You really aren't sure if you should feel sorry for him, considering she gets her demand for punctuality from him.

But it might be your fault your daughter is even aware your husband is late coming home from work. It's not like she's able to tell time, but you had made an offhand comment, something mumbled more to yourself than for anyone else's ears.

"Papa should've been home already,"

Your daughter overheard, her little ears picking up on any mention of her beloved Papa. But the excitement she felt about hearing her papa's name was quickly overtaken by anger at the fact that he wasn't home to play dress up with her, like usual.

"Mama, what time?" Your tiny drill sergeant of a daughter demands while standing in front of the door, little arms crossed over her chest. She's pouting, and you know she's pissed because her little foot is tapping impatiently.

You tell her the time because there's no way you're going to end up on her bad side, too. Toma is out of luck, but it's every man for himself when your daughter's wrath is at hand.

Finally, you hear the tell-tale jingle of Toma's keys in the lock. You'd be lying if you said you weren't the tiniest big eager to see the showdown between your husband and your mini-me. Because as Toma likes to say, he was blessed with a daughter that's too similar to you.

"Hey, sweethearts. I'm home—" Toma calls out to the two of you, but he freezes in his tracks when he sees the lethal glare his daughter is giving him. You're struggling to smother your grin at the sight. "Uh-oh. What's happening?"

"You're late, Papa!" She huffs. In a dramatic flurry of movement, she crosses her arms tighter over herself and turns her back on the man she's been waiting the past ten minutes for.

"Mama sold me out, huh?" Toma sighs, defeated. You feel the slightest twinge of guilt when you see the hurt on his face at getting the cold shoulder from your daughter, but then you remember how he left you to handle bath time alone the night before, and you feel a little vindicated. "Well, baby, I only stopped to get dinner like Mama asked. That's why I was late."

He holds up the bag with the takeout you'd requested in it, trying to get your toddler to see sense. You're not sure if it's working, but she does turn back around to face him at the mention of food.

"I don't like when you're late," She says in her tiny voice, and it's like shots to the heart for you—so you can't even imagine what it's doing to Toma.

At this point it's just cruel. You know you need to intervene.

"You know what? I completely forgot I asked Papa to stop and get dinner for us." You say, crossing the short distance to where your husband is still standing by the door and desperately trying to win your daughter's favor. You trade him a kiss for the takeout bag, and things seem almost normal when your daughter steps forward to hug Toma's leg. She's still pouting, though, so you make a show of looking in the bag and gasping dramatically. "Papa got your favorite, too! Isn't that so nice of him, baby?"

"You 'membered my favorite?" Your daughter asks with wide eyes, and your husband wastes no time in scooping her up off her feet. He presses a kiss to her cheek, big and dramatic the way she likes it, and he's rewarded with the sound of her laughter ringing through your small home.

"Of course I did." He assures her with a smile. You see the relief in his eyes that her attitude didn't last long, and you can't help but poke his side teasingly. "Now, why don't we go eat?"

"Yes, Papa!"

h. suo

Your home is concerningly quiet when you come home from work.

With three kids and a husband, it's a miracle that the place isn't torn up. But Hayato does a good job at keeping the kids entertained and in line, so when you come home to an empty living room, you wonder if he took them to the nearby park.

But when you wander into the kitchen to try and figure out a plan for dinner, you see the teapot on the counter, along with an open and ransacked box of cookies, and you know exactly where your missing family members are located.

You grin and make your way down the hallway to your eldest's room. Just like you expected, the door is cracked and your three year old daughter is hosting a tea party. But instead of having her stuffed animals seated in the small chairs around the table, she has her two younger brothers and father playing along.

You lean silently against the door frame, grateful that Hayato's back is to you so you can observe without his teasing comments. Your smile overtakes your face as your daughter gives orders to her brothers—one just two months shy being two and the other only four months and in a bouncer.

Your middle son clumsily holds his—thankfully empty—teacup, cookie crumbs over his face. He's clinging onto his favorite blanket, and you make a mental note to sneak it away and wash it while he's napping next.

Your youngest hasn't grasped the concept of pretend play yet. He's making a valiant effort to eat the plastic tea cup his sister set in front of him.

"The tea is quite good today, dear." Hayato sips his empty cup, his long frame folded into the tiny chair set up at the table. Your daughter giggles at the dramatic voice he uses when he talks, and you can only imagine the proud grin he wears at making her laugh.

Though, your secret admiring is short lived when your middle son spots you, his baby voice babbling out something only you and Hayato recognize as 'Mama!' that you hope he never stops calling you.

"Ah, there she is." Hayato hums sweetly as he twists in his chair to face you front his seat. You step fully into the room, found out, and have every intention of greeting him with a kiss like usual, but then he opens his mouth with a smug comment you should've expected. "We're in dire need of waitstaff. Can you refill my tea for me?"

You stop just short of kissing him. You flick his forehead instead, his laughter ringing throughout the room. Your kids see the smiles on both your faces and laugh along; your youngest blows a raspberry and spit dribbles down his chin.

"Mama isn't the waiter!" Your daughter protests, jumping up to set another placemat for you. "Sit next to me!"

"Someone likes me," You grin, poking your tongue out at your husband. He smiles back, like usual, and doesn't miss a beat when he hands your middle child another cookie he's no doubt babbling for.

"Yeah, Papa." Your daughter carefully pours you fake tea. She takes her time, concentrating, wanting to get it exactly right. Just like her father taught her. "Don't be mean to Mama."

"But that's what makes Mama fall in love with me," Your husband smoothly reasons. You roll your eyes, but you can't deny it. His relentless teasing drew you to him. There's something to be said about a man that can make you laugh.

And Hayato is funny enough that you gave him three kids.

"Now," You lift your plastic teacup and tap it gently against your daughter's before taking a 'sip'. You even make a point to hum contentedly, like it was the best tea you've never tasted. "What were we talking about?"

"Papa said he's gonna teach me to fight!"

[a/n: I loved writing this so much. lmk if you want more because I would be SO down.]

[kryannoy]

CAN YOU FIX MY HAIR?

genre: fluff, sfw

characters: suo x reader

summary: he asks you to fix his hair after a fight because "his hands hurt from punching."

Huge smile on his face when he asks you that because he knows you'll do it anyways even if he gives a petty excuse of his hands hurt. You know they aren't.

What makes his teasing even worse—or better—is he doesn't bend down for you.

He simply stood tall, hands behind his back, and you have to make the effort to stand on your tippy toes to reach up his hair.

You fix his hair while grumbling he should bend a little to match your height but he would say that he doesn't want to with a closed eye smile like he had done nothing wrong.

To further his teasing, because you're so vulnerable right now, he wraps his arms around your unguarded waist and pulls you closer.

Your eyes widen and your cheeks become hot. You look up at his face and he seems unfazed, of course, it's Suo we're talking about.

You quickly finish up with his hair before gently pushing him away because you're getting embarrassed.

Why? Because he does all this literally right in front of all the guys he just beat up that are now lying on the ground, some unconscious, some groaning in pain.

It made you even more shy when you saw the sudden change of Suo's look. His eye darken, like he was thinking of something else.

He wouldn't let go until you hit his chest a few times while hiding your face. Not unless he gave a chuckle and threw in a "You're so cute," and finally released you.

Pats your head and intertwines his fingers with yours and says "Thank you. Now come on, let's eat at a different place."

Finally bends down just to peck you on the cheek.

Oh, you know he's doing this on purpose and it irritates both in a good way and a bad way.

Good way because you know he loves you, but in a bad way because he's teasing you for his entertainment.

And because he's so confident about it that it's hard to get him back.

[hayatoseyepatch]

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

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

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

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Brat Taming

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

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

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

Praise (Receiving)

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

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

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

Somnophillia

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

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

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

Edging/Mommy Kink

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

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

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

Dacryphillia

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

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

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

Cat and Mouse/CNC

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

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

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

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

[dior-luxury]

the way u write is like 5 a star cuisine where u feel like exploding from how satisfied you are after eating. PLEASEEEE I’m begging for another wind breaker!pinning boys! I’m not picky abt which character so go wild with it :]] (but maybe umemiya if u can—🥹🙏🏼)

—munchieschomp

How'd They Pin After You

( ✧ ) ────── crush stories . fluff - gn!reader .

- [𝐜𝐡.] sakura . suo . mitsuki . sugishita . ren . umemiya

- [𝐩:𝐬] jealousy . possessiveness . negative thoughts . the boys being convinced you're out of their league

Note: Thank you so much for the compliments, munchie! ^^ And I included umemiya just for you! (＾▽＾)

Sakura Haruka

At first, Sakura doesn't even realize he likes you.

He's too busy being… himself — blunt, guarded, always picking fights and refusing to show vulnerability. But then one afternoon, after a brawl outside a convenience store, you show up without fear, patching a scrape on his knuckles with the small first-aid kit you always seem to carry.

“Idiot," you mutter as you tape gauze over his hand. “You’re going to get yourself killed one day.”

Sakura feels a strange, hot sting in his chest, stronger than any punch he'd taken that day.

For the first time in forever, someone wasn't looking at him like a weapon or a problem to be fixed — just... someone who needed taking care of.

From that moment, he becomes hyperaware of you. When you’re around, Sakura stands a little straighter. His fists tighten at his sides when someone talks to you too casually.

He'll shadow you from a distance, pretending it's "just in case" trouble shows up, but really, it’s because the thought of you getting hurt churns his stomach.

He tries to offer you things — a drink he bought but pretends he doesn’t want, his hoodie on chilly nights (gruffly tossed over your shoulders without a word).

But the worst part for Sakura is the jealousy.

One afternoon, he sees you laughing with Suo and a few of the Bofurin members. It's not romantic, but the easy way you smile at them sends a roaring, ugly fire through him.

He disappears for the rest of the evening, picking fights just to bleed out the frustration.

At night, lying on his bed staring at the cracked ceiling, he replays every interaction with you. Every glance, every accidental brush of hands, every small smile you saved just for him.

He tells himself he's fine. That he's strong enough to ignore it. But then you show up after another one of his street fights, worry in your eyes, stubbornness in your voice as you grab his arm—

“You don’t have to do this alone.”

And that’s when Sakura realizes:

He’s already lost.

You're inside his ribs, inside every stupid breath he takes. He's in love with you, and he has no idea how to tell you — only that he’ll protect you with everything he’s got, even if it costs him everything.

Suo Hayato

Suo knows almost immediately that he's drawn to you. It’s in the small things — the way you listen to people, really listen, without judgment or rush.

The way you stand your ground, no matter who’s pushing. The way your laugh feels like summer sunlight.

At first, Suo watches from afar, quietly folding himself into your world. He always seems to show up at the perfect time — helping you carry something heavy, offering an umbrella when rain catches you by surprise.

He doesn’t push. He never rushes.

He treats your friendship like the slow blooming of a rare flower.

When he falls, he falls silently and completely. There’s a soft sort of longing in the way he watches you when you’re not looking.

A small smile playing on his lips when you rant about your day or get excited over something silly.

He memorizes the little details: Your favorite snacks. The way your hair falls into your eyes when you're focused. The songs you hum under your breath.

And Suo supports you in a thousand unseen ways — fixing the broken strap on your backpack without telling you, subtly stepping between you and drunken strangers at street festivals, cheering the loudest (but most politely) when you accomplish something you're proud of.

But oh, the ache of it.

The nights Suo lies awake, wondering if he should tell you. If risking your friendship is worth the hope clawing at his chest.

When you’re close, he finds it harder and harder to keep up the calm facade. There are times his hand brushes yours and he aches to just hold it. Times he catches you smiling at him and has to look away before he gives too much away.

One day, sitting side-by-side on a quiet rooftop, sharing a bottle of soda, you lean your head on his shoulder — tired, trusting, unguarded.

Suo closes his eyes and lets the moment wrap around him like a secret promise.

Even if he never confesses, he thinks, he'll stay by your side. Always.

Mitsuki Kiryu

Mitsuki Kiryu is composed — always.

Cool voice, sharp eyes, a smile that never quite reaches the corners of his mouth. He’s the kind of person everyone trusts but few really know.

So when he realizes he's drawn to you, he doesn't panic. He studies it — like a problem to be solved. He watches the way your eyes sparkle when you’re excited, the way your face crumples slightly when you're worried.

And the more he watches, the more he realizes: He's in trouble.

Mitsuki handles his crush like he handles everything: with intense, ruthless control. He tells himself it’s fine — he’ll just stay by your side, keep you safe, protect your smile.

And he does. You start to notice him more and more — how he always seems to know when you need a break, a snack, a quiet moment.

How he watches over you during fights like an iron wall, stepping in right before something could hurt you without making a big scene.

But inside? Inside, Mitsuki is a storm.

Late at night, alone in his apartment, he leans against the kitchen counter with a hand over his mouth, hating how much he aches for you.

He clutches his phone, staring at your last message, debating if he should text you goodnight, or if that would be crossing a line he can’t uncross.

Sometimes, his mind drifts — to the thought of holding your hand, of pulling you gently toward him during one of your casual walks home together.

Of brushing your hair behind your ear, of finally letting himself feel.

But he doesn't.

He stays in the shadows of your life, a silent guardian, convincing himself it’s better this way — better if you never know how much he burns for you.

Because if you knew, and didn’t want him back? It would break him.

Sugishita Kyotaro

Sugishita is used to big emotions.

He lives loud, he feels loud — fists flying, voice raised, loyalty tattooed into his very bones.

So when he starts falling for you, it's like being hit by a truck he saw coming but didn’t dodge. It’s violent, overwhelming, immediate.

At first, he’s a disaster. He snaps at you for dumb things. If you tease him even a little, his whole face goes red and he stutters through excuses. He picks fights with anyone who even looks at you sideways — even if it’s just a glance, even if it’s harmless.

And you? You smile at him like he's just Sugishita.

Like he’s not clumsy and stupid and reckless around you.

It kills him.

Sugishita doesn't know how to flirt. Instead, he becomes... louder.

He invites you to training sessions with him, showing off like an idiot, pretending to be casual when he’s watching you out of the corner of his eye the whole time.

He gives you his hoodie without asking when it’s cold. He buys you your favorite snacks but pretends it was “just extra.

He says things like, “Dumbass, don’t make me worry about you!” when what he really means is, "I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt, even a little."

At night, when he’s alone and the world is quiet, Sugishita curls his fists in his bedsheets, desperate to tell you.

He imagines blurting it out — yelling it into the sky, grabbing your hands in his calloused ones, shouting how much he cares.

But every time he sees you laugh, sees how easily you move through the world without needing him, his heart cracks a little.

He tells himself: You deserve better than a loudmouth like me.

Still, he stays by your side. He’ll fight the whole damn world for you. Even if you never see how deeply he's already yours.

Ren Kaji

Ren Kaji doesn’t fall easily. He doesn't trust easily, either. But you — you tear through his defenses without even trying.

It starts with the small things. The way you look him straight in the eyes when most people shy away. The way you speak gently, without pressure or demands. The way you see through the cool, detached mask he wears like armor.

He doesn’t understand it at first. Why his pulse quickens when you’re near. Why he memorizes the way your voice sounds when you're tired versus when you're laughing.

Ren handles it badly. He pulls away — keeps conversations short, keeps his distance — not because he doesn’t want you near, but because you make him feel too much, too quickly.

He starts to notice the way your presence makes the noise in his head quiet down. How your touch — a hand brushing his sleeve, a casual nudge — sends shockwaves through his system.

When you look worried for him, his chest tightens until it physically hurts. And when you smile at him? It feels like forgiveness for a crime he hasn’t even committed.

But Ren refuses to act. He watches you from across the room, quietly aching. He notices when you're upset, when you’re tired, when you need someone — and he’s there, without you needing to ask.

He tells himself like Sugishita:"I don't deserve them."

Instead, he pours his affection into little acts: Fixing your bike when you’re not looking, leaving your favorite snack on your desk, pretending it was someone else, and stepping in if someone gives you trouble, but fading into the background before you can thank him.

At night, lying alone in his room with only the hum of the city outside, he lets himself imagine a world where he’s brave enough to reach out. Where he could hold your hand without fear, without guilt.

But then morning comes, and Ren folds himself back into silence — pining from a distance, quietly breaking every day he keeps his feelings hidden.

Umemiya Hajime

Umemiya Hajime is pure light.

He’s the easy grin in a crowded room, the steady hand in a fight, the soul that refuses to turn cold no matter how cruel the world gets.

So when he starts falling for you, it’s immediate, blinding — like stepping into sunlight after a lifetime of rain.

He notices everything about you. The way your eyes light up when you talk about your passions, the way your nose crinkles when you laugh too hard, the way you treat even strangers with a kindness most people reserve for friends.

Unlike others, Umemiya doesn’t hide his affection. But he doesn’t rush it either.

He’s patient. Content to walk beside you, matching his pace to yours, letting the bond grow naturally.

He teases you endlessly, but always with a softness underneath. He protects you in fights without making a show of it, letting you be strong while making sure you never have to stand alone.

He cooks extra portions of food and claims he’s "just used to big meals," when really, he loves seeing you eat something he made.

But for all his confidence, he gets scared too.

Sometimes, when you lean against him after a long day, when your laughter rings too close to his heart, he feels terror seep into his bones.

What if he’s not enough? What if you deserve someone calmer, quieter, less messy?

Those fears crawl up his throat late at night, when he replays every small moment between you, wondering if he’s imagining the way you seem to drift closer to him, piece by piece.

But Umemiya is hopeful by nature. He believes in the possibility of things. In second chances. In building homes inside each other’s hearts.

And he knows — with quiet certainty — that one day, he’ll tell you everything.

Not with grand declarations, but with a hand held out, steady and sure.

"Whenever you’re ready," he’ll say.

"I’m here."

And he will mean it with every broken and healed piece of himself.

[togament]

suo. sakura. umemiya. togame. pt. 1

"...and the biggest fattest one too. How'd it take him so long to figure it out? What did it take for him to finally realize?"

𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, general cute stuff really. There isn't much to warn about :o!!! gn!reader, Togame is tall and awkward and cute and and--, Ume's precious as always!

𝐒𝐔𝐎.

✦ when he’s doting on you way more, putting your wants over everything else.

He's attending to your every need even before you realize you even need it in the first place. Need tissues? He's already pulling them out of his bag. Got a migraine? He's already handing you a water bottle and an ibuprofen. He does it so naturally too like it's second nature to him.

✦ when he uncharacteristically gets heated when someone tries to harm you.

Listen. He's usually so, SO calm even in the most intense situations, always ready to analyze before acting--a real brain over heart typa guy. But when he finds you being cornered at an alleyway? He's sprinting towards you to beat whoever's planning on hurting you without even thinking twice. Someone's bothering you in town? He's shadowing you, protecting and keeping watch.

✦ he catches himself being flustered, blushing and folding at the sight of you.

Suo rarely shows any intense emotions. If anything, it's always just a slight smile and a little teasing remark here and there. But around you though? He's smiling widely, cheeks blushing. It's hard to hide sometimes. Goodness. He needs to keep himself in check, he often thinks. He doesn't want you to find out yet. Not yet.

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𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀.

✦ when he looks for you FIRST whenever he achieves something, whenever he's having a bad day--for literally EVERYTHING.

his immediate thought is you. Every time. When he sees the hybrid tomato plant you both grew from seed blooming, he's immediately sending you photos. When he's having one of those nights, tossing and turning in his sleep, thoughts keeping him awake, the only thing that's tethering him down to earth is you.

✦ when he sees you get along with the family that he built for himself.

Ume is never subtle when it comes to this. My god. He's blushing, tripping over his words, movements ever so stiff--it's very unusual to see Ume in this state. He's just so happy to see you interacting with everybody, loving each member as much as he does. He can't just swoop you off your feet and kiss you right? Not right now. Not when he's been silently pining for you for years.

✦ when he realizes his thoughts about his future always has you in it.

He often talks about his future with others, what his plans are after he graduates, where he wants to go, what restaurants to go to. Everyone notices how his thoughts always seem to gravitate towards you, always easing you into his plans with a pensive little, "Hm. Y'think they'd like to go here too? I heard them talking about the spot a couple times!", "Maaaan I wanna go here with them soon. Should I just book the tickets? Surprise them? Yeah I think I should!" Everyone's just waiting for a confession at this point, really.

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𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀.

✦ when random things remind him of you.

he could be on their daily patrols, passing by some shops and his mind would drift off to you and how you would look in the shirt he passed by, how your face would probably light up at the taste of the anpan they're selling down the street. Goodness you never leave his mind. Day dreams about it sometimes. Suo and Nirei has caught him multiple times doing so. Always ends with an extremely flustered Sakura.

✦ when he thinks he hears your laughter or your voice, his head snaps towards the direction of the sound.

just like the above! But it's your voice. Nirei thinks Sakura's just on guard by how often he looks around quickly but Suo points out Sakura's reddening cheeks and they immediately know he's thinking about you again. Wants to fish his phone out of his pocket with trembling (and blushing) fingers to ask you where you are. Y'know... Just in case you run into trouble.

✦ when he gave you the other half of his food (he hasn't taken a single bite yet)

Sakura sometimes eats for at least 5 people so to have him offer half of his food to you when you're out eating is saying something. His hands are blushing and trembling as he's trying his best to steady them, slicing a portion of his food to place it on your plate. Of course, you give him the other half of your food too. Of course he's a blushing mess.

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𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

✦ finds every excuse possible to be close to you. (Subtly.)

Ever noticed how Togame always seems to bump into you at spots you and your friends frequent? How he so happened to pass by the Furin school after your classes are dismissed? Gosh you're his first real crush so he doesn't know what to do with all these feelings. He wants to see you and see you often. He awkwardly and adorably tries his damndest not to seem too obvious when he's trying to see you more to strike up a conversation but his blushing (and tall frame) doesn't help his case.

✦ when he always talks about you to the old men at the public baths he frequents.

Togame's a quiet guy. He rarely ever yaps, always getting cut off mid-sentence since he talks so.. SO slow. But when it's about you, his normal 0.75x speaking speed goes up to a full 1.0x or even, dare I say, 1.25x. He's smiling ear to ear, voice with an uncharacteristic shine to it while he's playing shogi with one of the old men. They already adore you before they even meet you. They often give Togame advice too--bring you your favorite flowers, they suggest. Take you out for a festival date, they suggest. "Soon," Togame responds, scratching the back of his neck, "M'nervous though. I can pull it off ri--" "Of course you can, kame-kun." he looks at the old men with the softest, most lovestruck eyes they've ever seen. Soon. He'll make his very first move.

✦ has caught himself staring at you from afar, smiling to himself like a damn lovesick puppy.

...on multiple ocassions, might I add. You could be yapping away with the Bofurin members, talking animatedly about the most mundane things, arms flinging to and fro to get your point across, snort laughing and head thrown back. Togame's just sat just outside the group, ever the introvert. Face propped on his hand, heart practically melting. He doesn't realize he's doing this before Choji points it out. Loudly. He's immediately looking in the other direction, blush creeping up his neck as he struggles to keep the smaller Shishitoren member in check. While he's preoccupied, it's your turn to stare back at him, hiding a blush behind your hand. Suo notices this and points it out. Now the both of you are flustered messes.

a/n: tried my hand at a new layout!! eeeee inspired by my favorite perfume house but we're not opening that can of worms right now, lest I yap. ANYWHOSIES thank you, dear reader, for getting this far. I am smooching your forehead tenderly with consent.

[that-one-p00k1e]

─────〃★ for you, I wouldೃ⁀➷˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚

✧ summary: things they would do for you ft. Ren Kaji, Hajime Umemiya, Haruka Sakura, Hayato Suo, Jo Togame, Mitsuki Kiryu, Akihiko Nirei, Tasuku Tsubakino, Toma Hiragi, Yamato Endo, Chika Takiishi

✧ content: fluff, gn!reader (I think), OOC most likely, established!relationship, not proofread I'm sorry, tsubakino's pronouns are confirmed he/him ✦ a/n: HAAAAPPPYYYYY NNNNNEEEWWW YYYYEEAAARRR BBBBIITTCHHESSSSS😝😝😝😝 six months since I last posted omg-! I'm still alive! 😍 tysm for the support while I'm gone ily'all <33

—REN KAJI would turn off his music and pull down his headphones to listen to you ramble. Though he had his attention to his phone, he'd give silent nods and hums here and there to let you know that he was listening. Occasionally, he'd throw in little comments and questions regarding the topic you were telling. Little to your knowledge, your rambles to him were like taking notes. He'd mentally highlight things that he thought were important, and would keep it in mind in the future. He's the type to look nonchalant, but deep down, he cares more than he lets on. “... What's wrong?” he asked as he heard you abruptly stop talking. “Forget it.. You're not even listening.” You looked away in disappointment, letting out a quiet sigh. “But I have been listening,” he tried to reassure, feeling slightly guilty for making you feel neglected. “Really? Then repeat all the things I've been saying.” He, in fact, did repeat most things you've mentioned and justified his word.

—HAJIME UMEMIYA would gift you random bouquets every week, as if he hasn't gifted you enough already. What's special about his bouquets is that you can never guess the theme for the week. First, he started off classic – flowers, with the consideration of them being fake so that you'd be able to keep them forever. Then, he brought you a bouquet of snacks and sweets that he knew were your favorite. Next thing you knew, he's giving you a bouquet of money he's been secretly saving up on. You felt guilty; guilty for the effort he's been putting, just for you to return it with some unprofessional homemade baked goods. It felt unfair. But does he sail on the same boat? No. He's going to reassure you that he expects nothing in return, and that you being there for him and loving him was what all he ever wanted and needed.

—HARUKA SAKURA would spend his free time struggling to assemble a Lego flower bouquet set after learning about White Day. He wanted to return your gesture of gifting him during Valentine's, despite himself denying such intention. It took a lot of effort, in both figuring out what to get while fearing you wouldn't like it –to the point that he would even call over Nirei and Suo for help – and in building the tiny pieces of bricks after settling on a final decision for the gift. He persisted to build it himself, no matter how much his friends offered to help. He wanted to make sure it was his work purely, done with his own hands. The whole process was frustrating, infuriating, and was basically a test of patience. But after seeing how you kept the received bouquet in a glass vase – delicately treasuring it on your bedroom display – he has never felt so proud yet flustered his whole life.

—HAYATO SUO would waltz into the café without a care in the world while having scattered lipstick stains decorating his face. Moreover, it wasn't your idea in the first place– it was his. Your relationship wasn't out yet, and he thought, what better way to publish it than announcing it wordlessly but gives double the impact? “Hm? Oh, this? It's my beloved’s artwork. Do you like it?” he'll innocently ask when someone questions the visible lip prints. Sakura was a blushing mess, and Suo was very much enjoying the look of bewilderment from others as they received the unspoken news. This was the reaction he wanted. This was what boosted his pride furthermore in being your boyfriend, and he'd shamelessly do it again to show off his love for you to the world.

—JO TOGAME would be your personal walking object holder. He'd take your bag and sling it over his shoulder with you needless to say; he'd keep hair bands around his wrist in case you decided to tie your hair up; he'd hold your shopping bags throughout your journey at the mall. Never were you the one to request his aid first, and never has he complained about being tired. He'd even go barefoot just to lend you his footwear when your feet start to hurt in heels. Moreover, he'd carry you bridal along the way. Despite you worrying over him tiring himself, he persisted to keep ahold of you. He loves seeing you enjoy life without a care in the world, and he'd do anything to carry burdens that dare to get in the way of that enjoyment.

—MITSUKI KIRYU would deliberately lose in a game of UNO and let you take the victory when he could've won decades ago. The whole time the both of you were playing, he's been holding a Wild and Draw 4 but refrained from using them. Instead, he kept drawing cards and just went yolo to buy time. Though he always played fair, seeing your dejected expression after losing many rounds this time was a little too unbearable for him. He promised himself for once, just this once will he let himself take a loss. He knew it wouldn't be fair, but if it meant that he'll get to see you smile in victory, then he doesn't find any problem with that.

—AKIHIKO NIREI would write down even the littlest of details about you that were thrown at him. You'd be casually mentioning a trivial preference as a ramble, but never had he pulled out his notebook and pen so quickly. During his early stages of getting to know you, he made sure to memorize everything you told him about yourself; your favorite color, favorite food, dream place to go, he even looked up your zodiac sign after knowing your birth date. He doesn't mean it in a creepy way. In fact, it was his way to know how to get closer to you. Despite already having the skill to remember it all, he likes to write it down to make sure as well as for keepsake. Thanks to that, now he has a cheat sheet on how to make you smile.

—TASUKU TSUBAKINO would wear himself a nail polish color that reminds him of you. Or, moreover, your favorite color. He loved being stylish, and what better way to do it than having at least a part of you involved in it? He'd walk proudly in his heels that you got him as a gift, and was even more ecstatic if someone complimented them, proud that your taste in fashion was appreciated by others. He'd ask to trade manicures with you for a date, where the both of you choose a nail look for each other. But if you weren't into painting nails, he'll ask you to choose a look for him instead. On special or fancy occasions, he'd often wear your fav lip combo or makeup look, as he treasures your choices and views them as something precious and only to be used when necessary.

—TOMA HIRAGI would pull up to the function wearing either a Hello Kitty or Kuromi tee under his gakuran jacket. Was it his personal choice to do it? Clearly not. Was it his choice to willingly wear it for the sake of his beloved significant other? Very much so. After many attempts of pleading, he caved in and (begrudgingly) agreed to your whole ‘matching outfits’ idea. He ate a pill or two when he saw how he looked in the mirror. Then ate two more when he finally appeared in public, especially at how much Umemiya and the others teased him for it. It was embarrassing, but was it worth it? No questions needed. The beaming smile you immediately wore when seeing him agree to your shenanigans, was enough proof that it was all – undoubtedly – worth it.

—YAMATO ENDO would revel in the feeling of being the center of your attention as you placed stickers and colored in his tattoos or drew silly doodles along his body. He liked the feeling of flexing himself while having you express your inner artist onto him. He'd think of himself as your muse; the art and the artist. Once you were done, he'd be extremely careful with doing activities, afraid of your artwork smudging off at the slightest touch. Even during the shower, he makes sure not to wipe it with full pressure. He considered turning it into an actual tattoo, really. Because it would mean that he'd get to keep something of yours to be a part of him, eternally.

—CHIKA TAKIISHI would let you do his hair as you please. He was one to outright reject the idea of someone touching him, but you – you had the privilege to do as you please to him without him raising a finger to stop you. You had him wrapped around your delicate fingers, his head leaning into your touch as you smoothly ran your hands through his long locks of red that met its ends with yellow. When he saw that you did your hair the same way as his, a flicker of surprise reflected on his eyes. Though he tried to come off as indifferent, he was secretly pleased to acknowledge the fact that the both of you were matching. He'd spend the whole day with you while wearing those matching hairstyles, not caring about how others would think of him. All he could focus on was how ethereal you looked in your current look. In fact, he always thought you looked beautiful in any shape and form of physical aspects.

[kajibunny]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ we're just friends! (or are we?) w/ the wind breaker boys ✧⋆⭒˚｡

✿ featuring: hajime umemiya, jo togame, haruka sakura, hayato suo, ren kaji ✿ fluff, mutual pining, hidden feelings (aaaa), suggestive for suo, a lil angst (with comfort) for kaji ✿ a/n: i guess by now everyone can tell that i’m very into the friends to lovers trope ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა~♡ it’s def my fav!!! and these wb bois are all perfect friend material, and ofc boyfriend material too! enjoy, cuties! ✿ wc: 2.3k

— you have a closely intimate friendship to the point that everyone around you thinks you two are dating, though you know you're not lovers (yet), but are definitely more than just friends.

ʚɞ umemiya 

— sharing hello and goodbye kisses with each other.

ꕤ you and umemiya are the definition of 'affectionate', as your love languages both consist of physical touch. but maybe with each other, a little bit too much for just friends.

ꕤ the word "boundaries" did not exist to the both of you once you were within arm's reach of each other. you and umemiya give each other hello and goodbye hugs, sometimes cheek and forehead kisses, as a greeting, right? to be friendly. though he doesn't seem to do that as often to other people, or at all, even. just to you. only to you. 

ꕤ he also loves cuddling up to you whenever he takes a nap on the rooftop, inviting you to join him in picking out some veggies that you two could make a meal together with.

ꕤ while you two were cooking together, you definitely gave off a 'married couple' vibe with the way you held the ladle up for umemiya to taste, the way he had pressed his palm to your back whenever he needed to pass through, the way he fed you with his own spoon and giggling while complimenting how delicious your cooking was, the way he wrapped his arms around you and hummed while he helped you wash the dishes. anyone who saw would have immediately bid their congratulations and would think you two are newlyweds.

ꕤ hiragi took one look at the both of you appearing all lovey-dovey, and the confusion of whether you two were dating or not made his stomach scrunch up in pain. 

ꕤ umemiya calls you such adorable names when referring to you in conversation, too. his tiny bean, his ray of sunshine, his cherry blossom, it was always "his", as if you belonged to him. he was openly affectionate with you and was not afraid to show it.

ꕤ many guys also took a liking to you, but never attempted to even make a move or confess, because they were already under the assumption that you were umemiya's, seeing you two playing with each other's fingers and comparing hand sizes like you were made for each other. but how could that be, you and umemiya were just friends, weren't you?

ʚɞ suo 

— you get a special seat (on his lap).

ꕤ suo just can't seem to keep his eyes and his hands off of you. you always have to be within his vicinity, or he's not sure how he'll be able to stand it. 

ꕤ he sees you at the corner of his eye, after you have made your way back from the restroom. you and the other bofurin first years were at an izakaya, and the moment you returned, all of their eyes were glued to you and suo, as if they already knew something was going to ensue. you two have been friends for a long time, but the way you acted towards each other felt like you two have been lovers for a long time.

ꕤ suo was always up in your space, whether its pulling random pranks on you, inviting you to go out then paying for everything even though you tried to stop him (nothing can stop suo), visiting your home and leaving an endless supply of tea enough to last you a whole year - his excuse being it's there for whenever he comes over, and multiple instances which all prove that suo was no doubt a very clingy friend. not that you minded, anyway. you were used to suo and his antics.

ꕤ he had his ways of persuading you too (he is the master of negotiation, after all), and you just couldn't resist him, as you loved being around suo just as much. 

ꕤ this time, he took advantage of your short absence and made himself comfortable in your chair, and wouldn't even move an inch. "hayato, that's my seat!" you exclaimed. "hm?" suo tilts his head. "you can just sit on my lap, then." he smiles, with that damn mischievous smile you know all too well. you tried to get him to move by gently pushing him back and forth but suo seemed to not have a care in the world. 

ꕤ you can't tell whether suo is serious or joking sometimes, but nirei and sakura seems to have their doubts that you two are "just friends" as you both claim.  "are you sure the two of you aren't dating?" nirei asks you. sakura blushes and lets you know his thoughts, too. "y-yeah...! you two are unusually close!" you always reply to them with an astounding "no!" but suo just laughs and does not affirm nor deny any of their claims. 

ꕤ suo pulls you in close, making you sit on his lap regardless of your little outburst, and you weren't sure if it was hot in the izakaya, or if it's just you, but you certainly felt warmth overcome your body while it was pressed flush against his, his arms wrapped around your waist nonchalantly. "hayato!" you protested, trying to squirm your way out of his grasp, and pushing away all intrusive thoughts about his and your bottom halves being so close together, only separated by thin pieces of clothing.

ꕤ nirei, the most observant of the bunch (next to suo), points out that you even call suo by his first name, and that's another one of the reasons why you two seem like you're dating. 

ꕤ with suo, everything seems to be a mystery. but in suo's perspective, it's all clear. he loves you, whether it's as a friend or as a lover, that's for him to know and for you to find out. 

ʚɞ togame 

— leaves everyone on read except you.

ꕤ togame just doesn't understand why people need to type out what they want to say, aren't calls more personalized? he didn't understand at all, until he met you.

ꕤ you were, to put it directly, a chatterbox in all forms. you loved to talk, regardless if it's chats, calls, or in person, you just yapped your heart out to him everytime, and he lives for it. he wouldn't miss a second of you opening your mouth and giving him a taste of your innermost thoughts. he absolutely adored talking to you, because it was you, and you were special to him.

ꕤ the shishitoren guys thought it was so funny and adorable whenever togame picks up his phone so quickly because he thought it was you calling, then scowls when he realizes it isn't, and immediately silences it and shoves it back in his pocket. this caused him to set a different ringtone just for you, so he could pick up on the very first ring.

ꕤ you were also the first reply he ever sent via sms, a simple "ok" to your long message talking about how you thought it was amazing that he won the town's annual eating contest for many consecutive years in a row and that you were totally ready to challenge him next year by stuffing your face with okonomiyaki and invited togame to join you and have some with you so you could keep an eye on the competition. he found your personality totally amusing, his face immediately lighting up with a gentle smile whenever you sent him messages.

ꕤ anyone who sees how happy he is while he rereads your texts over and over would interpret that as togame being totally, irrevocably, head over heels in love with you.

ꕤ he doesn't actually reply to anyone at all ever, but he wanted to share all his firsts with you, he just couldn't help it. you were captivating, witty in your words, and very very charismatic, bombarding him with the cutest and funniest messages everyday. of course, he doesn't mind at all and is always looking forward to them.

ꕤ you two stay on calls for longer than eight hours at a time talking about how each other's day went, and yet you wonder why people always think you two are dating. normal friends don't stay up until the break of dawn chattering for hours on end, expressing all the things they like about each other, do they? at least togame knows he wouldn't do it with anyone that wasn't you, as he valued his precious sleep time dearly, but as time went on, you became more precious and more dear to him than his sleep time ever could.

ʚɞ kaji 

— play fighting like an old married couple.

ꕤ kaji is the type to never go down without a fight. needless to say, that also applies to you. but your fights with him were different, more banter adjacent, more affectionate and playful. only lasting for a few minutes.

ꕤ kaji had a huge soft spot for you, as even though you did irritate the heck out of him sometimes, somehow he still could not stay angry or annoyed at you for more than one second. he just couldn't resist the way you crossed your arms and huffed with your cute little frown. he thought you were the most adorable angry little thing he's ever seen and wanted to pinch your cheeks out of cuteness aggression and frustration, but he would never say it to your face.

ꕤ one time, you two had a heated argument because he said he could hear you just fine but wouldn't bother to take off his headphones. you argued that it was impolite and that you won't talk to him at all anymore if he does that again, and you two were at each other's throats, giving one another a piece of your mind, until kaji mutters a 'sorry', and you began to sob uncontrollably and let him hold you in his arms while he stroked your hair to comfort you because you two couldn't stand the intensity and tension of being angry at each other for long.

ꕤ you had your less serious fights too, like when you made him a bento box for lunch and you two had a picnic together with his vice captains. you fed him the food with your chopsticks, kaji teasing you by saying "it's bland." and you reasoning out that kaji was 'as salty as his tastebuds'. kaji then asked you if you wanted to have 'a taste of his fists', which ended up with kusumi and enomoto snickering in the background wishing that the both of you would just date each other already.

ꕤ whenever you two argued, your faces were so close to one another's that you were just a few centimeters shy from kissing, the tip of your noses touching. kaji had to hold himself back, a lot. like an insane amount. friends didn't want to kiss and make out with their friends, right? but kaji did. and you did too.

ꕤ his way of apologizing is by suddenly leaving a lollipop with you. he puts them in your bag, or places them in your pocket while you weren't looking. it was his little peace offering, one that you treasured and collected, accumulating dozens of them by your bedside table. kaji would gladly give up his last lollipop for you, and no one could argue otherwise.

ʚɞ sakura 

— blushing wildly whenever you two are around each other.

ꕤ you and sakura always looked like you two were having a blushing competition. the littlest touches and the most minimal contact had both of your cheeks heating up in response.

ꕤ it was like sakura's blushing was contagious. ever since you two became good friends (if you could call it that, though it seemed to be more than that at times), being around him triggered a whole bunch of embarrassing and hilarious but sweet situations.

ꕤ you once dragged sakura off to his very first cherry blossom viewing in the park, and needless to say, with both of you being a chaotic (but cute) duo, it kind of felt like you were on a wild rollercoaster ride with him. 

ꕤ you took a stolen photo of sakura while he was mesmerized by the falling pink petals. you thought he looked adorable, but sakura thought otherwise. he was a blushing mess and told you to delete them, but you said they were cute and that you were going to make it your wallpaper. 

ꕤ sakura chased after you, and tripped over a stray cherry blossom branch, leaving you two in quite a suggestive position, sakura on top of you, pinning your wrist down with his hand. your cheeks were as pink as the cherry blossoms, and tried as you might, you couldn't keep your eyes off his lips. friends don't observe their friends with wanting eyes, do they? 

ꕤ suo and nirei instantly noticed how huge of a klutz you were around sakura. they also noticed how curious sakura was about you, always (not so subtly) asking nirei how much he knew about you, or your likes and dislikes, then asked him not to tell you that he asked about you. but suo told you instead, because they were your biggest supporters and cheerleaders (and biggest shippers, of course) after all. 

ꕤ on sakura's birthday, they made you hold the cake and surprise him, which was a huge mistake, because before it could even reach him, you slipped and fell over him. luckily, sakura had good reflexes and was able to catch you before you completely toppled over. some of the smushed cake ended up on his and your face, which you tried to wipe off as you apologized, but sakura dipped his finger onto the icing that got on your cheek and licked his finger. "t-the cake's not bad, i guess..." he looked away from your smiling face as you greeted him happy birthday in a sing-song tune.

ꕤ suo, being a menace, greeted sakura happy birthday as well as gave him a 'best wishes to the happy couple' greeting card, that sakura threw back at him like it had a virus on it. 

ꕤ sakura definitely had a memorable birthday that year, but now that he thought about it, all of his memories that were memorable to him had one thing in common: you were in all of them. you, the greatest gift he could ever ask for on any and every occasion. 

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WIND BREAKER | when you wear someone else’s jacket

Synopsis ✰ how they react when they notice you wearing a piece of clothing that isn’t theirs

Characters ✰ Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo, Akihiko Nirei, Jo Togame, Choji Tomiyama

Contains ✰ sfw! slight possessive behavior, tiny amount of jealousy, little bit of territorial behavior, minor pda, content of the boys being tested in a way?

Haruka Sakura ᡣ𐭩

Sakura knew something was off but couldn’t exactly pin point what it was. you went in for a hug since you haven’t seen your boyfriend all day. it was while he was in your embrace he inhaled a scent, a masculine smell that wasn’t yours or his, his eyebrows immediately furrowed. once you pulled away he examined your body, you looked fine, no visible marks, your outfit was normal… except for that over sized sweatshirt that was draped over your body.

“where’d you get that from?” he asked completely cutting off your babbling. you frowned over his abrupt interruption to your story. he didn’t even look sorry that he ruined your story just blankly staring at you until you opened your mouth to answer.

“a friend from class gave it to me, i was cold.” you answered confused why he was making it a thing. Sakura wasn’t the type to get jealous, it hadn’t even crossed your mind that something like this would ever bother him.

“what friend? boy or girl?” huh, what type of question was that? why would he ask that? there’s no way he could be bothered by something so small, right?

“uhm… a boy? does that matter?” you asked with your eyebrows slightly raised. you had never seen Sakura act so… weird? not over something like this.

“no, just curious.” he finally muttered out after what felt like a lifetime pause. the two of you continued your walk back home in silence. the entire time Sakura couldn’t fight off that frown setting on his perfect face. his eyes were stuck in a trance on you, more like that sweater on your body. you felt your entire body heating up by his intense stare.

you let out a sigh, getting the hint he was clearly upset over the sweater. you stopped in your tracks and pulled the sweater off your body. your boyfriends face immediately perked up after seeing you take it off. he was secretly grateful you did that because he was very unsure how to go about the conversation. before you even knew it, he was already taking off his jacket and putting it on you. you blushed at his action, it wasn’t something you were expecting him to do.

“just come to me whenever you’re cold from now on. i’ll warm you up.” he softly says with the warmest blush spreading across his face.

Hajime Umemiya ᡣ𐭩

Umemiya is rather calm in most situations so something like this doesn’t necessarily trigger him into doing anything drastic. he didn’t think much of it, until you kept wearing it for the rest of the day— then he started thinking ‘it seriously can’t be that cold, take it off already.’ he didn’t want to ask you whose jacket it was since he didn’t want to come off as jealous… even if he is. one thing he did know for sure was that everyone knew you two were dating. he couldn’t help himself anymore before he started taking off his jacket and removing the one you were wearing. he did it so quickly you almost didn’t even get the chance to register what he did. before you knew it his jacket was wrapped around you. you opened your mouth to ask—

“i just thought you’d look better with mine on.” he cut you off before smiling. his words caused you to blush.

“thank you.” you mumbled still registering what had just happened. he took your hand and interlocked it with his own and continued your walk home.

“who’s jacket is it? i’ll make sure to return it for you.” he smoothly says trying to pry the information of who gave it to you in a subtle way. at least, his version of subtle.

“oh- hm i actually don’t even remember. i almost forgot i was wearing it.” you’re confused now since you actually can’t remember who gave it to you. you stopped in your tracks, deep in thought trying to remember. “ah! i remember now, don’t worry about giving it to her. I can do that myself.” you exclaimed happily as you finally remembered the nice girl who lent it to you. she said it was her older brothers but she was always stealing his jackets and hoodies.

“oh good, i’m glad to hear that.” he smiled as you reached out to grab the jacket from his hands. he was relieved to hear that the jacket was from an innocent classmate of yours.

Hayato Suo ᡣ𐭩

as if anyone could even beat Suo into giving you a jacket before he does. Suo had already noticed the way your body was slightly trembling underneath the vent of the air conditioner. however, he also noticed another boy in the corner of his eye looking at you as well. he saw as the boy already begun taking off his jacket and making his way up to you. Suo suddenly felt this urge of territorial dominance creeping up as he wanted to show that you were his. before the boy could reach you Suo wrapped his arm around your chair and pulled your seat/desk closer to his.

“my poor baby, you’re cold. let me warm you up.” he offered with a smile before pulling you into his arms. your body instantly warmed up due to his own warmth. you happily accepted his offer as you buried yourself against his chest meanwhile he hugged you and rubbed your back with his warm hands.

Suo turned to look at the boy who already walked away after noticing you had a boyfriend to keep you warm. he let out a small sigh before keeping you huddled up on his side for the rest of class.

Akihiko Nirei ᡣ𐭩

he didn’t even realize the jacket you were wearing wasn’t yours. it looked so perfect and well fitted on you he actually thought nothing of it. the two of you were spending the whole day together and he said nothing about it. until you took it off and he noticed the name on the tag wasn’t yours.

“this isn’t your jacket?” he finally asked looking closer at it.

“oh no. it’s my friends, she let me borrow it after i forgot to bring mine.” you admitted slightly embarrassed you forgot to bring a jacket.

“i thought it was yours this whole time…” he paused, he was unsure of what to feel. should he be jealous? is it not a big deal? should he offer his instead? he decided to listen to his gut feeling. “are you still cold?”

“a little i guess, her jackets pretty thin so i can still feel the air through it.”

“here, take mine instead.”

“thank you.”

“of course! ask me for my jacket next time you’re cold, i have no problem giving it to you.” he smiled before taking your friends jacket and carrying it for you. Nirei didn’t actually care about you wearing someone else’s jacket as long as you weren’t cold, however, he still would prefer seeing you in his jacket before anyone else’s.

Jo Togame ᡣ𐭩

“take that thing off.” Togame wasted no time expressing his feelings about you wearing another man’s clothes. in all honesty, it irked him way more than he liked to admit. his mind was racing with thoughts of who would be stupid enough to give you their jacket, knowing that you’re his girlfriend.

“huh?? why? i’m cold.” you pouted not wanting to remove the soft material off of your body.

“it’s ugly, you don’t need it. take it off.” his voice was way more stern this time. a small part of you wanted to stand your ground and say no. however, a much larger and smarter part of you knew it was better not to. you took off the jacket with a frown before he snatched it away from your hands.

“wear this instead, my girlfriend shouldn’t go around wearing other men’s clothing.” he scolded while handing over his Shishitoren jacket to you. you wanted to argue but you couldn’t help blushing at his possessive behavior. it shouldn’t have such a strong affect on you but it does.

“who gave it to you anyways? give me a name.” he ordered while scoping out the jacket. it looked strangely familiar but he couldn’t exactly remember where he’s seen it before.

“it’s Choji’s jacket. he offered it to me and said I can keep it until I find you.” you answered with a bright smile. Choji’s gesture meant no harm since he was just trying to look out for his best friend’s girlfriend. he knew Togame wouldn’t have an issue if he knew it was his jacket. yes, you were well-aware of the fact that Togame was only mad because he thought it was someone else’s jacket.

“oh.” the realization settling in as his whole demeanor changed into something more relaxed.

“yes, oh.” you giggled. you could’ve told him sooner that it was Choji’s but where’s the fun in that?

“you called Choji’s jacket ugly.”

“shut up, you should’ve said something sooner.”

Choji Tomiyama ᡣ𐭩

Choji’s mood went from 100 to 0 real quick. his very bright and wide smile getting wiped off his face as his eyes landed on the jacket you were wearing. you tilted your head in confusion to his sudden mood shift. he was usually ecstatic to see you, you couldn’t help but sadden at the lack of emotion he was expressing towards you. were you two in the middle of a fight? had you argued with him and forgot? you didn’t know why he reacted like that. Choji walked up towards you and swiftly took off the jacket from your body. it happened so fast you couldn’t process what even happened. the emotion of confusion stayed in your body as he walked past you with the jacket thrown over his shoulder.

Choji made it his business as leader of Shishitoren to know everything and everyone. as soon as he saw that jacket on you he knew exactly who it belonged to. once you snapped back into reality you chased Choji down slightly worried about what he was planning to do. you found him with the guy who offered you the jacket by the Ori. you watched from a distance as Choji roughly chucked the jacket to the sitting boy’s face. the boy immediately stood up ready to defend himself.

“keep your filthy jacket to yourself and off my girlfriend from here on out.” Choji spat completely unamused by the whole situation. before the boy could even defend himself, Choji’s dark glare silenced him causing him to sit back down before muttering out a small “i understand.” he truly meant no harm by giving you his jacket but in hindsight he really should’ve known better than to do something so stupid. especially when considering you’re his leader’s girlfriend. Choji left it at that, it was his way of showing mercy and restraint.

“oh, you’re here.” he smiled once noticing you at the end of the street. before you could even respond he clashed himself against your lips roughly deepening the kiss as he practically shoved his tongue down your throat. you felt your face getting red, Choji typically wasn’t so affectionate in public, you knew he was doing this to prove a point. your grip tightened around his shirt before you pulled yourself off, small pants escaping from your lips.

“Cho-Choji you can’t just do that.” you argued extremely flustered.

“sorry! i forget you can get so shy, my pretty girl.” he smiled before softly giving you one more kiss. he had no doubt that the boy who gave you his jacket and his friends had all watched your little display of affection. he didn’t mind them watching, he wanted to remind everyone who exactly you belonged to. Choji wrapped an arm around your waist before pulling you closer as the two of you walked off.