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hello hello!! if ur still accepting reqs can i please request nagisa and his fem!s/o getting caught? (specifically by eden) please and thank you (loved the arashi fic btw lmao)

NAGISA X FEM READER : getting caught by eden

CW: nsfw, semi-public sex, oral (nagisa receiving), getting caught/walked in on, slight teasing (not from nagisa)

A/N: this request is like a very nice cold sip of water ive been itching to write eden for forever. i might continue this with a part two if i feel inspired. thank you for this great request.

you two, for the most part, are pretty good at being secret. with nagisa being an idol in eden, of all units, it is imperative that he keeps up his reputation.

sometimes -- it gets hard though. frenzied fucking after an important live, after a long and boring photoshoot, it was easy to get caught up in the passion.

mostly, it was quick blowjobs or feverish makeout sessions. desperately grabbing and touching the other, unaware of any surroundings.

nagisa is a rather quiet and private person, but if his partner wishes to show mild pda (within idol standards, of course), he wouldn't mind.

light touches shared between the two of you in public, just intimate enough for the other to feel loved but not suspicious enough to raise any attention. just friendly gestures, to the public eye.

the rest of eden was unaware of the relationship between you two, it was private business, as far as you two were concerned. you both knew each member of eden had their own flings and relationships, but it wasn't shared information between the unitmates (besides hiyori, who announced everything he did).

nagisa is not one for public sex, but he does find semi-public sex as well as teasing to be exhilarating, he enjoys the thrill of getting you off in common-place areas.

you sat on your knees, obediently licking stripes up and down your boyfriend's cock. you hummed softly, feeling the warmth fill your mouth. a comforting hand was nestled in your hair, giving you gentle encouragement to take him deeper, to bob your head quicker, to suck his cock like it was a lifeline.

nagisa wasn't massive, but he was long and skinny. you pumped your hand over the parts of his cock that your mouth couldn't reach, eliciting cute noises from the boy sitting on the chair infront of you. you felt your knees begin to bruise and ache. these damn practice room floors, you cursed yourself for not wearing thicker pants to soften the hard wooden floor.

you mewled around nagisa's length, savoring the salty taste of his precum and sweat that mixed together like a cocktail -- intoxicating. enough to make you feel drunk and dizzy. your mind swam with thoughts, mostly consisting of nagisa's name, the word please and feverish want and desire. you needed him, it had been far too long. you hadn't been able to even spare him passing glances in the cosmic production office or during his lives or photoshoots.

it was torture. how did long distance couples do it?

you continued sucking nagisa's cock, whining everytime he ran his slender fingers through your hair. it felt like heaven, having him grip onto your hair and the back of your neck like he was going to die -- he was so desperate -- you couldn't help but find it to be adorable.

your usually composed and aloof boyfriend, crumbling in your hands (mouth?) all because of a single blowjob. so cute. you couldn't throw too many stones, however, you knew that you were just as desperate.

desperate to taste him more, to feel him more, to kiss him, to have him fuck you like you would die if he didn't.

it was symbiotic, and also beautiful.

to say the past week was a long week was an understatement. it had been a difficult week, both you and nagisa had busy schedules that never seemed to align. meetings here, paperwork there, planning and agenda writing became a routine. one long and agonizing week of being horribly pent up, unable to get yourself off but unable to see your lover. no matter how many times you tried, late at night in your room, fingering yourself and trying to use the toys you had bought -- no release came. it only made you feel more pent up. it wasn't until the climax of the week, just shortly before eden's latest live, that you two were able to have a rendezvous in the practice room.

it felt great being able to taste him and feel the tip of his cock graze along the back of your throat. your could feel his length twitch in your mouth, his thrusts growing more erratic and un-rhythmic with the bobs of your head.

the other three members had yet to arrive to practice (you and nagisa arrived methodically early, just early enough to have a quick moment of passion, nothing more.), the two eve members always arrived with starbucks and cute pastries in tow, fashionably late. you knew that you two had time to release each other's pent up lust. it was strategic; arrive 15-20 minutes before practice was set to begin, see eachother, then be out before any other member would have arrived.

a perfect plan, except for unaccounted for variables.

such as: the rest of eden arriving early, chit-chatting amongst themselves before looking at you sitting right in the open in the practice room. watching you in full view.

on your knees with nagisa's cock down your throat.

you saw your boyfriend's face flush red, a bashful expression taking over his face as he jumped a little, inadvertently ramming his cock into the back of your throat which made your eyes sting with tears.

your eyes were already tearing up, feeling embarrassment rise through your body as the stares of the other eden members burned through you.

your embarrassment was cut short, however.

"ahaha~ is our little nagisa-kun all grown up now, what splendid weather~!" hiyori cooed, setting his drink down to put his hands on his cheeks in an exaggerated manner. the other two, jun and ibara, looked away from the sight they had walked in on, trying to look anywhere but their unitmate being sucked off.

you honestly could die just then.

nagisa, whether it be out of shock or embarrassment, twitched in your mouth then you felt hot and warm liquid splash on your tongue. it was salty tasting, but not unpleasant, and you swallowed before scrambling to your feet. your boyfriend did the same, putting his now-soft cock away into his boxers and zipping up his pants. you mumbled apologies to nagisa, who looked like he might just spontaneously disappear.

your boyfriend's unitmates just watched you get facefucked by their unit leader. this was absolutely not the plan.

as you walked towards the exit, shame filling up your body like wet sand in a bag, you heard a jubilant voice whisper to you.

"next time, producer, feel free to put on a little show for us, hmm? you looked real cute!" hiyori smiled, gesturing to ibara and jun who were desperately trying to ignore what they just saw.

you just nodded, before scrambling out the door and trying to forget that ever happened. you shot nagisa a "sorry, hope they don't tease you too much" text before heading back to your dorm.

[kuri-fic-recs]

Periodical Red Wings

[Sakuma Ritsu × afab reader]

As a responsible boyfriend, Sakuma Ritsu decides to help you with your period cramps.

content warning: nsfw, cunnilingus, menstruation, period blood drinking, cramps, mildly dubious consent, blood, dead dove: do not eat, not beta read

word count: 1301

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It is that time of the month.

This is when your body assures you that the condom you used had not broken. But such assurance comes with a price. Well, not really, it has always been like this, whether you had done the deed or not. 

During your period, you always end up with bodily shredding pain. And yet, you still refuse to take pain medications. That’s some high-level pain tolerance you’ve got, but now, it seems the pain is ten times worse. But because of your pain tolerance, you didn't have any painkillers. You still have to go to the pharmacy to get them, but you couldn't go out in such a state.

You didn’t want to bother your boyfriend, especially while the sun was still up, but you couldn't handle it anymore. You texted him:

ricchu~ get me some ibuprofen ples

You aren’t sure if he'll buy you some, considering that he might be busy with their practice or something. Instead of just waiting around, you gather your strength to prepare a heating pad.

I should've done it earlier. 

You placed the heat pad on your stomach, easing the pain. It gives you peace of mind that even if Ritsu doesn't come, at least you can handle it for now. You decided to buy those medicines, but later, after you take a quick nap.

“He~y, [nickname],” a familiar voice called. “Isn’t it rude you made me buy these for you and then take a nap without even inviting me?” He clasped his hand over his mouth and faked his tears. “[Nickname] doesn’t even love me anymore, oioioioi.”

You stirred from your sleep and giggled. “Ah, Ritsu, you’re here.” You pulled your blanket over your face to hide your smile. You were happy to see your boyfriend. “I’m sorry, I was having bad cramps and couldn’t buy these on my own.” You beamed a smile at him and said, “So I’m really thankful you bought it for me.” 

“It’s that time of the month, huh~” Ritsu sat beside you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his head on your shoulders but turned his head away from you. “Hmph, you didn’t even invite me for a nap.”

“Now, now,” you patted his head, “we can cuddle if you want.” You planted a kiss on top of his head. 

Ritsu didn’t even look at you. He didn’t want you to see the smirk forming on his face. The moment he could finally control his smile, he looked you straight in the eyes and said, “You should pay for it, [nickname].”

“Okay, okay,” you agreed. “I still love you and forever will. Now, don’t sulk.”

“I won’t sulk anymore if you offer up your blood to me~” 

“Okay, fine~” You agreed immediately, knowing it was just a joke. You knew he would say something like that, but it still made you a bit concerned and anxious. “Ritsu, you really should stop making those kinds of jokes,” you laughed nervously.

“Don’t want to.” He got on his knees and crawled on top of you to peck your lips.

And it escalated pretty quickly into a make-out session when you kissed him back. Ritsu busied himself in caressing your body — your stomach, chest, shoulder — anywhere, flaring you up as he touched you more. His hand traveled to your thighs, then up to your torso, diving his fingers into your shorts and panties. 

But you stopped him. You took a grip on his wrist and broke your kiss, leaving the both of you panting. “Ritsu, I can’t right now.” This isn’t the right time. You were on your period, and you will get into a bloody mess if you actually do it. 

“But you said ‘okay.’” Ritsu proceeded to leave trailing kisses on your jawline. He dug his face into the crook of your neck and left more kisses, occasionally nipping and sucking on your skin.

You let his hands travel down to your legs, thinking it was just a sensual thing. But he pulled you down, making you yelp and lay on your back. Ritsu occupied your lips, distracting you from his hand, slowly pulling down your shorts, together with your panties. 

“Waitwaitwaitwaitwait,” you blurted out. “Ritsu, I really can’t right now! I’m on my period.”

“Then I don’t have to bite you~” Ritsu smirked. “I’ll just drink blood from… down there.” He successfully discarded your garments to the side, leaving a red thread between the pad and your slit. He towered over you as he pushed your knees up to your chest. Ritsu could see how your crotch twitched from the lack of cladding. He held your thighs apart and lowered his head, ready to dig in, but you pushed his head away.

“Ritsu!” You shouted, “I really really can’t!” Panic started to settle in your chest. “I’ll let you— I’ll let you eat me after this.” Your voice was quivering. It was really embarrassing to say that. “I promise! So please wait, okay?”

Ritsu’s eyes glimmered. “It’s a promise, then,” he smiled. “For now, you really need help.”

“Yes, but not this way!”

“I read on the internet that masturbating while on period helps relieve menstrual cramps, so it’s healthy, you know,” Ritsu said. 

“That’s masturbation! Not this?!”

“Same thing to me,” Ritsu said. “Now, time to dig in~”

And before you could even protest, his head was buried between your thighs. “R-Ritsu, stop it! I mean i– Ah!” You lowered your legs and involuntarily closed when his tongue slithered between your slit and circled around your clit. Your hands threaded the raven locks, gripping them and pushing him away to stop Ritsu. You turned into a moaning mess as he basically cleaned the blood from you. 

Ritsu distanced his face from you and looped his arm around your thigh, nuzzling it. Blood painted his lips and cheeks red. Ritsu grinned, “It tastes wonderful, [nickname].” 

He kissed your thighs, leaving marks and smearing blood all over your skin, before digging back into the bloody mess. Ritsu prodded inside your walls, slipping his tongue from the entrance to the hood of your engorged clit. You were helpless against him, and all you could do, aside from moaning, was to grip his hair and try to push him away. But you couldn’t do that as he was latched to your cunt, eating your soul out of your body. 

Ritsu let go of your thigh, only to dig his fingers deep inside you. There was no need for lube as it was already slippery with your period blood, so you yelped as he moved his fingers, nudging the spots he had memorized. With your clit and cunt being assaulted like this, you could sense that the heat inside you was about to burst. Your pitch raised as you heated up, and just as when it was to snap, Ritsu pulled out his fingers and unlatched himself from you. 

“Ritsu…” you whined.

Ritsu didn’t reply. Instead, he brought his fingers to his lips and licked the blood clean. He was staring intently at you as he cleaned off the blood from his fingers. “You’re being impatient, aren’t you?” He smirked and lowered himself again to lick the remaining blood from you. Ritsu dug his fingers deep, speeding up the rhythm. And in no time, you squealed in delight as a wave of orgasm washed over you. You arched your back, and your thighs tightened and squeezed your boyfriend, whose tongue was still circling your clit. 

You moaned his name as you tried to yank him away by his hair, but he moaned, sending more vibrations to your clit. He slowed down a bit before finally unlatching himself from your cunt. Both of you stilled and were panting.

“That was a good meal, [nickname].”

[kuri-fic-recs]

hello! can i request keito with fem reader where they both got caught in rain while they're on their way home, and keito couldn't help but gets turned on looking at his girlfriend getting soaked, her body curve almost looking visible to some eyes :( when they got back home she noticed that keito has been quite and ask him what's wrong, and then he loses himself and fuck her in the bathroom??

“Just… hold still for a minute.”

synopsis — getting caught in a storm was not on his agenda. but having his dignity washed away by the rain was definitely not what he planned for [keito hasumi x fem! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. semi-exhibitionism(?), pervert! dom! keito, bathroom sex, penetration, creampie, pussydrunk! keito

author’s note — i used to not like keito, but the enstars fandom REALLY changed my mind about that haha… even more so after this i bet.

word count — 1401

“DAMMIT, IT’S STARTING TO RAIN…”

Scowling, Keito tugged you under the nearest overhand as soon as he felt the first few drops, glaring at the darkening clouds. “And it look’s like it’s not gonna stop anytime soon.”

You sighed. “Well, so much for a nice date. Do you think Kuro can pick us up?”

“He’d be driving all the way back from work- and just for a thirty-second drive back to the house?” He gave you a half-hearted glare, and you shrugged. “It’s not worth it.”

“Well, then can we try to make a run for it? It’s still light-“

You were interrupted by a thunderous roar, the rain increasing tenfold. Fat droplets hit the overhang over the two of you, rolling down from the sides and splattering you and Keito.

The latter grumbled, wiping a stray droplet from his glasses. “Well that’s great. I don’t think we should— the weather is dangerous. But it’s more dangerous for us to stay here, so I say running back to our house is our best bet…”

You didn’t wait for him to finish; you were already off. The male let out a noise of surprise, going to scold you, but relented and joined you in the pouring rain as the two of you raced back home.

He would glance towards you frequently, but the more he did it the harder it was to look away. The rain had soaked through your blouse, the material sticking to your skin and becoming so translucent that… dammit. Why were you wearing such a pretty bra— wait, why was he even looking at that?! How undignified can he be?

And the fact you were basically flashing yourself in public… god, he was losing his mind at an incredible rate. He couldn’t think straight, forgetting both yours and his wellbeing as he almost tripped over the curb of a sidewalk and slipping towards you. You didn’t think much of it, deciding that he was just having trouble in the rain.

Yeah, the rain was making his face red and reduced him into a stuttering mess as you tried to get the house keys from him. Yeah…

You breathed out a sigh of relief as you finally stepped in your house, away from the rain. Caring less about the water prints you left around the house, you rushed to the bathroom to dry up and changed. Keito hesitated, hovering over the entrance as he tried to process what just happened.

Did he get turned on? Yes. Should he do something about it?

…Yes??

- - -

“Keito— are you alright? Why are you acting so weird?”

The said male mumbled out an inaudible response, burying his flushing face into the towel he dried his hair with. When he peeked up, you couldn’t help but coo at his pout, his eyes more prominent without his glasses. “Seriously, what’s wrong?”

“N-nothing,” He muttered, obviously lying. Deadpanning but not wanting to feed into the nonsense, you just sighed and turned around to reach for your hairbrush.

“Can’t you just stop acting like a baby for once? You-“ You cut off with a jolt, feeling Keito’s still-damp hands grab your waist tightly as he pulled your back flush to his chest. The hairbrush hit the tile with a sharp noise, but that soon was forced into the back of your mind as you stared at the male a bit closer. “Keito??”

He seemed to whisper an apology, but after glancing at you in the eye he raised his voice. “Just… just hold still for a minute.”

“What?”

One of your free hands grabbed the side of the sink, instinctively grounding yourself as your boyfriend suddenly shoved his hands under your belt and down your thighs, bringing your pants and underwear along with it. You made an effort to jerk away to his boldness, but shivered and froze after you felt his hot breath on your neck.

He was desperate desperate.

In fact, he was so whipped that he didn’t even bother to apologize, which was saying something because he usually does whenever he jumps on you out of the blue. Right now his mind was set on getting himself off, with you in tow.

He got into foreplay quickly, his deft fingers rubbing your swelling nub and folds. Flinching, your other free hand lifted up to cover your mouth but Keito beat you to it, slipping two fingers into your mouth just as he nipped at your shoulder.

You were going to lose your balance soon- with your boyfriend working you with both his hands and mouth, you felt the inescapable adrenaline he was feeding to you. When he saw your legs buckle visibly and your eyes clouded, he picked up the pace on your cunt, faint squelching sounds reaching both of your ears. You came with a soft whine, your hands going to grip Keito’s shirt as he fingered you through your orgasm. Fatigue was already creeping up your body as you caught your breath, but the knowing grip he had on you said that you weren’t resting just yet.

“You came so easily,” Keito observed out loud, his lack of tone making you shiver. “Glad to know I wasn’t the only one craving this.”

“Just hurry up…” Grumbling, you reached back to press on his ass, the force making him grind against your own. His bulge was prominent, and when he felt the clothed sex rub against your heat the both of you groaned. “Make it quick.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” He snapped, but obliging to your words as he impatiently tugged his pants off and let his cock spring out of his boxers, resting on the curve of your back. You bit your lip, grabbing it to align with your hole, but let out a small grunt of shock as he pushed you against the sink, pinning both of your hands on the cold marble.

Any complaints that were about to bubble out soon grew into rushed moans as Keito slipped into you effortlessly and immediately started to rut into you, shying grunts slipping through his lips as his eyes screwed shut.

“Oh fuck-!” Your head fell on the marble top, the coolness of the stone competing with the raging fire your boyfriend was now fueling. Being louder than him right now, your pathetic attempts to speak echoed through the bathroom walls, your own lewd moans reaching your ears.

Your hands were let go a while ago, Keito’s arms instead wrapping around your waist as he almost lifted you up every time he slapped his pelvis to your cunt, feeling your previous orgasm string off between your thighs and his hips. At this point he was so lost in your cunt that he didn’t even slow down for you when another numbing orgasm rolled over you, your cries white noise to him, as all he could focus was how tight you were wrapping around his cock.

“K-Keito- ghk- t’fast-t~!” You struggled to shied away from him, but he’s had you wrapped around your finger for this long, he can’t let go now especially since he’s nearing his high. Letting out a tsk at you antics, he muffled your complaints with a hand, his grip tightening around your jaw as he nipped at your ear.

“Just be my little whore for a bit longer,” He spat out, his breaths shaky as his pace became ragged and inconsistent. “Bit- bit longer…”

The tears that were gathering around your eyes finally fell as you felt Keito push even harder into you, soon feeling warmth explode in your cunt as he pumped you full of his seed. That feeling alone was enough to wrench out a third orgasm from you, your body convulsing violently. Finally the male slowed to a stop, collapsing onto your shaky figure as the both of you held on the sink to stay on your feet.

You couldn’t see it, but felt Keito’s seed drip out your hole and trickle down your thighs when he pulled out, shivering as you felt his fingers scoop it up and finger it back to your hole.

“Jesus, Keito…” You let out a breathless laugh, turning your head to see his flushed face, the post-orgasm finally clearing his head. He tried to hide his embarrassment, but his bright red ears gave it away.

“Let’s- let’s just get cleaned up. And not a word about this.”

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~Tell It to My Heart~

title: Break Free

dialogue #10: “I know you aren’t perfect. But it’s a person’s imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.”

Jamil x fem!reader

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[kuri-fic-recs]

You Put a Spell on Me

Quick Summary: Jamil thinks about you before falling asleep, yearning ensues.

A/N: Hello everyone!! apologies for not being super active, but between university work and issues with the program I'm studying I've been quite stressed, but I'm glad I could finally sit down and write something!! In other news, my brother (love him to the moon and back) bought me a switch and I've been replaying botw, which has brought my love for Link back to the surface in full force, so maybe I'll write for him someday!! Also, thank you so much for 52 followers!! Very exciting :)

CW: ooc Jamil?

It was starting to drive him crazy the way he would constantly think about you. But really, who could blame him? You were as radiant as the sun, brighter than any jewel, more beautiful than any flower.

He was currently laying in bed, checking his mental inventory for what was needed to be done tomorrow, but you kept intruding in his thoughts. Really, how could he let his heart be captured so easily. But how could he had saved himself, with your beautiful smile and incredible kindness towards him, it was only a matter of time until he fell completely and utterly head over heels for you.

Turning over in his bed he covers his face with his palms, feeling heat radiate off of his cheeks. 'Stupid..' he thought, 'I must look stupid'. Jamil curled his legs into his chest, seemingly trying to hide himself―his feelings―deeper inside him, so that not even the night could steal the warm light he held in his chest.

He thought about the times you offered to help him when you saw him struggling, how radiant you looked when you smiled at him, and the time you laughed at him when he got powdered sugar all over his face and chest, tenderly passing your hands over his face trying to clean him up (he got distracted looking at you while sifting the sugar and dropped the sifter). He thought about all the times he tried to repress these feelings, telling himself you were much more suited to shine brightly in the spotlight next to someone who shone just as brightly as you, instead of being in the shadows with someone like him.

But no matter how much Jamil thought you deserved better and how much he tried to distance himself, no matter how hard he tried to hold in the immense love he had for you, you kept worming yourself back to his side and even deeper into his heart. You filled him with so much warmth he thought he might burst, unable to contain his love and admiration.

He turned over once more, closing his eyes tightly, trying to fall asleep despite the hard beating of his heart. Really, how could the thought of you just turn him into a lovesick fool like this? It was ridiculous how you had him wrapped around your finger without even knowing it, without knowing the lengths he would go to just to see you smile at him.

He felt himself getting sleepy, and before he fell asleep he hoped that you would visit him in his dreams. Because at least in his dreams, he can confidently hold your hand, cradle you cheeks and give you a long tender kiss, pouring as much love as he could into it. He could pull you close by your waist and kiss you again and again until you were both breathless. He could tell you without abandon how much he loves you, how even if he had to work himself to the bone for the rest of his life, it would all be worth it if he could come back to you every day.

Jamil hoped one day he would have the courage to do all of those things, but for now, a dream will suffice.

[kuri-fic-recs]

"𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐲!"

pairing: rindou haitani x fem!reader

wc: 4.5k

cw: 18+ content. minors dni. college au, male masturbation, female masturbation, cum eating, cunnilingus, hair pulling (m! receiving), 'they were roommates' trope, fem bodied!reader, she/her pronouns used, pining, tiny angst, comfort, fluff, slowburn, intoxicated sex (not with reader), rin walks in on reader, lmk if i forgot any <3

a/n: this got. way longer than i originally planned. based on @leepoon-06 one rin art you all know the one goodbye. and yes this is me self projecting shhh

imagine being rindou’s flatmate :((

it was a way to save money. at first, you had decided to share an apartment to cut the cost in half. it was a win-win deal, you both got an apartment at only half the original price! you were both college students struggling to pay tuition too, so it was definitely a good deal. the apartment itself was pretty good too! two rooms and a decent living room and kitchen

he’s actually a good roommate! he cleans up after himself properly, quiet, respects your boundaries, etc. etc.. overall, a very respectful guy! you’re glad he’s your flatmate, since people stress you out, and rindou knows exactly how to read you when you need space

at first, it was actually hard getting along with him. he just looked so cold and unapproachable, with his sharp purple eyes and set jaw. it doesn’t really help that he’s ran haitani’s brother, both of them excluding an aura that made them feel… different. like they’re simply a cut above the rest

conversations were clipped, with your nerves twisting your tongue, and rin’s short responses doing nothing to help. and things were difficult at first, yes, but as time went on, rindou got more comfortable around you, and his words started being more casual and smooth. a sharp contrast to the cold disinterested tone he used to use the first few weeks you lived together, but one you liked

as more time passes, banter becomes natural between both of you. teasing remarks and casual, playful jabs at each other. it was nice. slowly, you two got comfortable with each other. at some point, you started being comfortable enough to have shared a bed because the heater broke in your room. it was fixed the day after, but being in rindou’s bed, surrounded by his different but now familiar scent… it had made your heart beat in your ears so loudly you just wished rindou couldn’t hear it

that night definitely changed something in how your relationship worked

rindou’s touches started to linger longer and occur more frequently. whether it be him pressing against you as he reaches for something in a cupboard, or the way you two end up shoulder to shoulder when watching movies on your laptop. a slow shift, but one you notice nonetheless. at some point, boundaries become a little blurred. beds shared after restless nights, stuff passed back and forth

with how he treated you, you felt yourself catching feelings. but he was your roommate, and catching feelings for your roommate is always dangerous, so you decide to simply push it down, down, planning to never let it resurface again

that plan goes out the window in flames, as things change even more nearing the end of the second semester

someone’s knocking at the door at 7:48 pm.

not looking up from your phone, you stand up, setting the throw pillow on your lap back on the couch. it’s been a slow day. rindou’s in his room, while you decided to take advantage of the living room space to work. you wanted to finish as much work as early as you can, so you can rest easy as the school year ends.

smoothing over your shirt, you blip your phone off, grimacing as it lights up again with a notification. your groupmates have been bombarding you with questions left and right, but if you wanted the project done, you had to suck it up and endure their repetitive questions. whatever. you sigh and open the door, only to come face to face with… someone’s chest. you blink and look up, and find ran haitani peering down at you, smiling

his head tilts as he says “hey, (name)-chan!” you blink at him, before sighing and opening the door wider. he walks inside in three long strides, flopping down on the couch and grinning. a piece of paper goes flying as he does so, and a muscle under your eye twitches. “i’m here to pick up rin, we’re going somewhere” ran hums as he leans forward to look at your laptop.

”party?” you ask as you close the door. he hums in agreement, before laughing as you smack his hand away from the laptop’s touch pad. your phone makes a series of ding noises, and you grumble in annoyance as you open the stupid thing back up. not looking up from it as you type out a response, you wave your free hand at ran. “i’ll get him for you, just get off my couch,” you say, already walking towards rindou’s room.

you knock thrice, then swing the door open. you’re still typing out a response, eyebrows furrowed in irritation as you let go of the doorknob and use both hands to type faster. stupid group projects and stupid groupmates stupid stupid— “rindou. ran’s here,” you say absentmindedly. there’s a rustling noise, and nothing else. irritated with the lack of response, you look up and open your mouth to say something else, still typing. your fingers freeze above the screen at what you see.

there’s more rustling noises as rindou heaves out a breath and sits up on the edge of the bed. his blanket covers his crotch just barely, and you can see clear liquid making his inner thighs glisten. there are droplets of white that intermix with them. immediately, you feel your cheeks starting to burn. you snap your gaze upwards, to his face, hoping, thinking it’ll be better—

it’s not. if anything, it’s even worse. his hooded eyes are staring directly at you, his blown pupils a stark contrast to his purple irises. he’s holding his hand near his face, veins and joints prominent in the light, and- “oh. he’s here? thanks, (name).” his voice is low and rumbling, and he brings his white covered hand up higher, towards his mouth-

and his tongue darts out, lapping up the cum on his skin, all while he stares directly at you. you feel like you’re going to faint. or die. both? god, you hope it’s both.

there's a long moment of silence where rindou slowly licks off his pointer finger. you see his cum pooling on the flat of his tongue, and you gulp involuntarily. he's doing this on purpose, you realize. that doesn't really make anything better. the tip of his tongue flicks off the end of his finger, and with his own cum on his tongue, he closes his mouth. all while staring at you with hooded eyes, still swirling with the lust from his orgasm

there's rustling again as rindou gets up. oh god wait he's getting up- you avert your gaze just in time before the blanket slips off. you hear it fall on the floor, and your face feels hot, throat narrow. rindou, however, doesn't seem bothered at all as he pads over to his table. from the shuffling you hear, you guess he's wiped off the cum and chucked the tissues in the bin.

"tell ran to wait a little," his voice is still low and rumbling as he talks. you clear your throat and nod at the doorframe, resisting the urge to flick your eyes towards him. "i'll tell him," your voice is notes higher than its usual as you close the door, leaving rindou to... freshen up? probably. god.

your mind is still swirling and face burning as you walk back to the living room. your heart is still pounding in your ears as you sit down on the couch and attempt to push ran off, relaying rindou's message. playful banter goes in one ear and out the other. you're hyperaware of everything except what ran's saying. the sound of rindou's bedroom door opening and closing, him padding over to the bathroom.

rindou comes into the living room 20 minutes later, hair still slightly damp. he's dressed and composed, showing no signs of what he just did earlier. you want to scream, but you hold your tongue as ran finally gets up and goes to his little brother. the three of you exchange goodbyes, and the brothers walk out of the apartment, locking the door behind them.

you work more, brain still floating a little. it's well past midnight when you finally decide to rest, eyes burning and body heavy as you gather up your papers and closing your laptop. you drag yourself into your room, dumping your stuff on your table, and turning off the lights as you flop into bed.

sighing, you close your eyes to finally get some rest. the image of hooded purple eyes flashes in your brain, and they fly wide open. the scene replays itself in your mind, and you feel your face get hotter. he was doing it on purpose. there was no way he wasn't, with the way he looked at you and licked it off so slowly. does he feel something for you?

you shake your head rapidly, the pillow under your head rustling with the movement. no. don't think like that. you sigh, sinking further into the mattress. you flip your body and face the wall next to your bed, eyes closing again to try and get some rest.

...but what if he does have feelings for you? would they be sexual? romantic? your face burns even more at the thoughts swirling in your head. you don't know how long you spend in your bed, glaring at the wall next to you, locked in a back and forth battle between yourself.

your heart lurches into your throat when you hear the sound of the living room door turning. rindou must be home. it wouldn't hurt to ask him a few questions... would it? ah, fuck it. the semester's already ending. if all goes to shit, i can just find another person to share a flat with. you sit up, taking in a deep breath to steel your nerves. quietly, you throw off the blanket and pad over to the door, hand over the knob when you hear it.

giggling. a female voice, giggling.

you freeze in your tracks, fingers frozen in mid-air. you hear the telltale click of the living room door being locked, and rindou's chuckling that's cut off into a muffled groan. of all the parties rindou has gone to in the months you've been living together, he's never brought anyone home. never. and since it's the middle of the night, everything seems louder, the sounds of clothes being shucked off and lips meeting amplified in the small apartment space.

you feel like someone's dumped a bucket of ice on you.

you stumble backwards, freezing again when you hear softly spoken words. "what about your roommate?" the girl asks, voice breathy. from making out with rindou, no doubt. "don't worry about that. she's asleep," rindou's words are slurred and low, and from the nights you've helped him to his bed, you know he's fucking wasted. not really a surprise.

there's a giggled "okay" before their lips meet again, and your legs move again. you hurriedly pad over back to your bed, burying yourself in the sheets. you want to disappear, let the sheets swallow you whole. of course he doesn't like me. what else did i think would happen? you burrow yourself into your sheets, body now fully exhausted. you're drained and your eyes flutter closed on their own, but sleep doesn't come.

it can't, not when you can hear rindou bring the girl to his bedroom. not when you can hear her loud moans, and rindou's filthy words through the thin walls. shame and arousal swirl together in your gut, but you ignore it. you just want to rest for now.

you don't know how much time has passed when they finish, but sleep finally comes to you when all goes silent.

you wake up the next day with a still heavy body. you lay in bed for a few more moments, staring blankly at the sunlight streaming through the curtains, letting your eyes adjust. when the world is a little less blurred and a little less blinding, you sigh and sit up, rubbing your eyes. you recall the events of last night and wince, your body tensing. you shake your head.

rindou doesn't know you were awake. you can still play it off. you tell yourself, getting up and padding over to the door. you take a deep breath, preparing yourself before twisting the knob, stepping out onto the hallway. you've got this. the semester is almost ending. soon, you can just forget, and leave all of this behind.

and so you did.

over the next few weeks, you throw yourself into schoolwork. interactions with rindou become clipped and short, just like it was in the first few weeks of meeting each other. you know he's noticed. you can feel him staring at you every time you come home, trying to initiate conversation only to be shut down by an "mhmm" and a "sorry, but i have a lot of work to do" before you shut yourself in your room. you kind of feel bad, but it doesn't seem to affect rindou all that much, so you keep going.

you spend most of the time in your room now, typing away at your laptop, answering your groupmates. the only interactions with rindou being the brief moments you pass by each other in the morning, or fleeting seconds of polite greetings. no more movie nights, or sharing rooms, even when your heater broke again. this stretches on until finals week, and even after.

finals have just finished, and now you have nothing to do. nothing to tap away at, nothing to read over and over again. you're lying in your bed, scrolling through random things you find. videos, memes and text posts feel like a blur to you, your mind fuzzy. your thumb swipes aimlessly, eyes scanning content blankly until you come across a photo ran posted.

it's him and rindou. rindou looks annoyed, as usual. a soft smile tugs at your lips, and you decide to check rindou's profile to see if he posted anything too. your thumb freezes as the app loads, and your eyes glue themselves to the screen at the image that presents itself.

rindou's expression is relaxed, staring straight at the camera. he's dressed in a black button up, the sleeves folded to show off his arms. his tattoo snakes out from under the right arm of the sleeve, curling down his arm and tapering off at his wrist. he's sitting down, thighs bulging against the fabric of his skinny jeans. while his left arm is laid on his thigh, his right hand is held up. in a peace sign. right over his mouth, where his tongue is sticking out.

you're suddenly hyperaware, mind snapping into focus as you stare at it. and stare, and stare. the suggestion makes arousal spark in your gut, heat curling and gathering at your core. you wonder what it'd be like to have rindou use his tongue on you. you jolt and shake the thoughts away, eyes wide and face flushed.

i shouldn't be thinking like that. you take a deep breath, trying to shake the thoughts from your mind. but... you did just finish finals. and you haven't had the time to do anything. hesitantly, you glance back at the screen. the image stares back at you. you rub your legs together, eyes flicking from your phone to the door. rindou's in his room. so it shouldn't hurt if...

slowly, you part your legs, shaky hands pushing off your shorts and your underwear. the cold air coming in contact with your cunt makes you jump a little. having neglected yourself for so long, you're already wet, and you gather some of your slick to glide up to your clit, rubbing slowly.

your free hand lets go of the phone as you bring the collar of your shirt up to bite on it. your eyes scrunch close as you draw slow circles on your clit. you wonder what it'd be like to have rindou do this instead. you feel guilty, touching yourself to the thought of your roommate, who you hadn't talked to properly in weeks, but you can't really care. he doesn't have to know.

you grind your finger on your clit harder, legs opening wider. would rindou do it like this? would he be gentle, or rough? would his fingers dip down and gather your slick? would he hold his hand up to make you look at it, before he slides his ring and middle into you? you whimper at the thought, head sinking further into the pillow.

you start to rub your clit faster, mind clouded with lewd thoughts about your roommate. him next to your ear, chuckling as you buck your hips against his hand. him whispering the filthiest words to you as he pulls his fingers out, using that same hand to smear your slick on his cock. him teasing at your hole with the tip of his cock, oozing with pre-cum.

it doesn't take long for you to get close to your high. your hand is moving quickly, desperately trying to chase that peak you haven't felt in so long-

three knocks at the door shock you out of your thoughts. your eyes fly open, your middle finger leaving your clit. a part of you laments at the feeling of your orgasm being ripped from you, but rindou's calling your name, and your hazy mind doesn't react fast enough.

the doorknob is twisting, the door flinging open as rindou talks. "(name), come on, what the fuck has been up with... you..." his voice trails off as he looks up, eyes widening at the sight of you, legs wide open, hand still above your cunt. his lips part and he blinks at you. your face burns in shame as you scramble to sit up, your legs snapping closed as you fumble for your blanket.

"jesus- you could've at least knocked-" your voice is an octave higher as you speak, flinging your blanket over your lower body as you sit up to look at rindou. he's still wide eyed, staring at you with parted lips. his eyes flick down to where you have your hands tightly clenching the fabric of the blanket. your ears burn at the scrutiny, and when you clear your throat, he flicks his eyes back towards your face. they're not wide anymore, and instead, they're hooded, pupils blown wide. just like when you caught him with his cum on his fingers.

you laugh nervously as he closes the door behind him. his eyes flick down to the sheets next to you, where your phone lies face up, screen still lit up. rindou's picture is still on display, and you hurriedly grab it to close the stupid app. when you look back up, rindou's staring at you intently. you feel your face burn even more.

"i swear, i can explain, i just-" "you were touching yourself. to me."

it wasn't a question. he says it as an observation, arms crossed as he leans against the closed door. you gulp, rubbing your legs together. you consider trying to lie, but rindou's pointed gaze made it impossible to do so. you wring the blanket in your hands, before sighing and nodding weakly. you look down at your lap, while you hear rindou walk over to the side of the bed.

shame, guilt, and anger swirl in your mind as silence stretches on. rindou doesn't say anything, just stares at you. why is he doing this? does he just want to ridicule me? make fun of me? fucking prick. angry tears sting at the corner of your eyes, while your fists clench and bunch up the fabric in your hands. you're about to lash out at him, tell him to get out of your room when rindou takes your chin between his thumb and pointer finger.

he tilts your head up to make you stare at him, and your heart lurches at the lust swirling in his eyes. a lazy grin curls the edges of his mouth, teeth gleaming in the light as he puts his face closer to yours. your breath hitches, and you squeeze your legs tighter together.

"you didn't finish, did you? want me to help you out?" his voice is low, rumbling in his chest as he talks. your heart stops, and you stare at him with wide eyes. is he for real? really? is this happening right now? you feel like your world just got tipped upside down. but...

anger and sadness bring tears to your eyes, as you reach up to push rindou's hand away. his eyes widen at the tears now dripping down your cheeks. you sniffle and wipe at them, voice cracking as you talk.

"stop. stop it." you say, and rindou opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. "don't do that. i'm so fucking angry at you. don't fucking give me that. i'm not some bitch you found at a party, i'm not someone you can just-" what are you doing? stop. shut up, shut up. despite an inner voice screaming at you to stop, the words tumble out, along with the tears, while rindou listens with wide eyes.

"i've been trying to avoid you because i can't stop thinking of you and- now you're making fun of me and giving me false hope because i like you and-" you hiccup, tears dripping onto the blanket on your lap. your words get stuck in your throat, and you wipe at your tears. you take a deep, shuddering breath and go to push away rindou, when you feel hands holding either side of your face.

he makes you look up at him, and you see guilt in his eyes as he wipes away the tears on your cheeks. you shake your head and try to push at his hands, but your hands are weak and feel like jelly.

"i like you." rindou murmurs softly. he kisses your tears away, pressing his lips against your cheeks, against your closed eyelids. "i like you. i'm sorry," he mutters against your lashes, voice thick and heavy. your hands clutch at his wrists weakly. "i like you." he says the words over and over again as he peppers kisses all over your face. the tears stop flowing, and warmth blooms in your chest as he does it over and over again.

when your chest stops heaving with hiccups, rindou stops, going to sit in front of you to lean his forehead against yours. his thumbs trace soft circles on your cheeks, and he tilts his head to let the tip of his nose brush against yours. "i'm sorry." he says again. you simply let out a shuddering breath, nodding.

his hands leave your face, instead going to lay on your thighs. he doesn't pull his face away, even as his hands tug at the blanket. now that you're calmer, embarrassment makes your cheeks feel hot, as rindou murmurs "let me make it up to you."

arousal starts to curl up your gut again as rindou trails his fingertips up your thigh, toying with the edge of the blanket. you inhale shakily. after all, you didn't get to finish earlier. with your mind clearer and warmth blossoming in your chest knowing that your feelings are reciprocated...

you nod, and say "okay" quietly. rindou pulls away from you, eyes once again clouded with lust, but now, you can see that there's something more gentle swirling alongside it. it makes your heart throb pleasantly in your chest. "lie down," he says, and you do, shuffling the blanket with you.

rindou clicks his tongue and grabs the fabric from you, throwing it aside haphazardly. before you can complain or berate him, he's already in front of your legs on the bed, spreading them apart with his hands. he's staring up at you as he shuffles closer, kissing down your right thigh before hooking both legs over his shoulders.

you feel embarrassed, being on full display like this, rindou's face literally in front of your pussy. your legs twitch, and rindou chuckles. giving your thigh one last kiss before he sticks his tongue out, and licks a stripe up your cunt.

his tongue is hot and soft and wet, and the feeling makes you gasp and open your legs wider. rindou wastes no time, tongue lapping at your folds. the sensation of his tongue makes you mewl, hands gripping at the sheets. "rindou-" you whimper as the tip of his tongue flicks against your clit. he hums against your cunt, and the sound sends vibrations that make you gasp and buck your hips.

your imagination can't compare to the way rindou's tongue swirls around your clit, laps at your drooling hole, prodding teasingly. you try to keep quiet, you really do, but it just feels so good that you can't stop the moans and whines spilling past your lips. rindou grips your thighs harder, pressing his face closer to you as his lips close around your clit.

you gasp, hips bucking against his face. "rindou- so good so good-" you babble, the unintentional edging from earlier made you more sensitive. rindou sucks at the bud, the tip of his tongue flicking against it as he does. his eyes are closed, eyebrows furrowed in focus of what he's doing, and you whine and use one hand to stroke at his hair. his eyes open slowly as your fingers run through his scalp, hooded purples staring at you so sensually as he moans against your clit.

that's what sends you over the edge.

"ah-! rindou, cumming, cumming-!' you cry out as your hand clutches fistfuls of rindou's hair, tugging him closer to your cunt. he hums and lays his tongue flat as you hips twitch, letting you grind your clit on the wet muscle. you ride out your high, one hand clutching the sheets while the other pulls at rindou's hair.

your legs are shaking as you come down from your high, chest heaving and face hot as rindou kisses your clit one last time before pulling away. there's a satisfied, gentle smile on his face as he shuffles above you, putting his face closer to yours and kissing you. you taste yourself on his tongue, and you whimper in embarrassment.

he just chuckles and licks at your lower lip before pulling away, licking his lips. there's a playful grin tugging at his lips as he tilts his head and says "wanna help your boyfriend out?" as he grinds his clothed erection on your thigh.

the question makes a soft smile curl up your lips. boyfriend. you like the sound of that. so you just hum and use your hands to grab for his face, and tug him down to meet your lips once more.

as rindou's lips curl into a smile against yours, one hand going to cradle your neck as he mutters "i like you," you find that you won't mind sharing the flat with him again.

tagging: @virtue-and-beneviolence @softbajis @drakenlvr

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a/n: @kokonoihell I'm sorry I know jackshit about Koko tbh but you gave me brain rot so I hope you don't mind I wrote a little something based on your thirsts! ♡ cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, footjob, grinding/humping, degradation, name calling, tights/fabric fetish + ripping, cum eating, unedited word count: 1.4k ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ/ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ/ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴅɴɪ | ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀᴘᴘᴇʀᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ! ──────────────────

"The way you run your mouth. You'd think you're trying to wrack up a bill with those pretty lips of yours."

Hajime chewed the inside of his cheek when you uncrossed your legs and set them down on the ground before him. His eyes following up the sheer black fabric running up your legs and under what he could only expect to be a very expensive skirt. All while you moved to the edge of the chaise lounge looking down at him. Knowing what was coming next.

"First the run in my favorite tights. And now you." You click your tongue as you extended your foot to nudge the crotch of his slacks. Seeing the muscles along his jawline jump to life when Hajime clenches his teeth, "Give me something to look forward to already today. Or are you going to disappoint me more?"

"I could just-"

A harsher nudge. One that made him wince and Hajime unconsciously squeezed his thighs around your foot. The top of your foot pressing hard into his crotch. Easily allowing you to feel his growing hard on as you cleared your throat and made him look up at you.

"Time is money. And you talking wastes just that." You lean in on your knees. Tits hardly kept to your top and a smile crosses your lips when Hajime's dark eyes flutter from the tops of your breasts back to your face. Like he isn't throbbing against the top of your foot as you speak down to him, "So maybe make us both some money and shut your mouth, yeah?"

Once more he clenched his teeth. Taking a shaky breath that was interrupted by your foot rubbing against his cock. Teasing him through his pants when it was becoming every so much more obvious his cock was straining against his zipper. Just the right amount of entertainment to take your mind off of things.

Clicking your tongue and tipping your face towards him. He knows to follow orders without making you waste the breath. Time really was money. Even if it was humiliating to earn it.

Rushed into dropping his slacks. Hajime didn't even get his underwear down before you were pressing the ball of your foot against his cock. Smiling as you rubbed along his shaft. Still your tights and his underwear complicating your fun. So when you finally got him down to nothing, that's when your fun began.

"Tsk, it's like you get off to my displeasure." You bounce your foot up against his balls. Tapping just enough to make him grip his thighs and chew his cheek to maintain composure. His cock leaking over the top of the sheer black fabric when you nestled your foot up against his cock and balls, "C'mon now. Fuck it."

"W-What?" Hajime heard you right but stumbled over his words when you looked down at him like he was stupid.

"I said-" You lean down into his face. His heart flutters for a second when your hands come down near his cock. Almost certain you were going to touch him as his precum leaks over your foot. What you do though makes his stomach jump into his throat though as Hajime watches you hook your fingers in the tiny tear in the toe of your stockings. Followed with the ripping of said fabric. He knew damn well those weren't cheap and here you were tearing a hole in them and smiling at him as you sat back up, "-fuck it whore."

The way your words meant wealth. Even just actions. Tearing a pair of tights that everyday people would dream of owning. And you were ready to shred them like it was nothing. Hajime couldn't help it. Just everything. You made him throb as he delicately took your foot in his his hands.

Handling your foot like it was made of glass and jewels. Even as his cock ached for more. What you told him was disgusting but he couldn't stop.

Silky soft under his cock. Paired with the way his puffy drooling slit just kept soiling every inch of the tights. Hajime let out a shaky moan when he moved his hips just to feel the relief of your foot against the underside of his cock. Even a throw pillow would have given him more relief to hump. But that isn't what you told him to do.

Cock swollen and neglected, Hajime couldn't believe himself as the fog of pleasure came over him. The sheer feeling of the fabric almost making it slick each time he rutted against your foot. Had you offered the other foot maybe he could have smashed his poor length between the two just to relieve himself. But you only gave him the one foot. And the one foot was all he would have to get off it if he knew what was good for him.

Amidst his growing desperate thrusts. Cock oozing on the top of your foot against the bare skin he could feel from the hole you ripped. Mixed with the pleasant feeling of the tights also gliding along the underside of his cock. Hajime was almost lost to his sense of pleasure when you made sure to interrupt.

"That's not what I said." You stirred him from his thoughts. Looking up at you with your foot in his hands with his cock angry and red against it. Hajime almost looked cute had you cared even a little bit, "I said, fuck it."

You gesture up against his cock with a nudge. Dawning on him that you tore the hole in your tights for him to literally fuck.

Knowing doing so would rip them more. Something heated up in his core that turned him on even more. Slipping his cock pass the tear in your tights. Letting the tight fabric snap back on his cock. Pressing it down firmly against the top of your foot. Hajime couldn't help but moan when you shifted your foot and he felt the sensation of his cock being engulfed in all angles.

Hands on either side of your foot. On his knees like he was praying at the alter. The only movement to speak of was the desperation in his hips when Hajime began thrusting against your foot.

So much more than just grinding on the top of it. Now the elegant fabric kept his cock pressed firmly to the top of your foot. It wasn't like being squeezed between your feet. But it gave a feathery touch that he couldn't explain. Only adding fuel to the fire as he thought about how these very tights he was fucking could pay for a months rent even in the nicest neighborhood. And here you were making him wreck them like a back alley whore.

Gritting his teeth. Moans spilling past his lips even though he resented it. Hajime couldn't control his hips as he stared down at his cock slipping between the fabric and your foot. Fucking the now growing hole in the tights as his orgasm came crashing down on him.

Mesh soiled with thick white seed. Spilling over the top of your foot only to begin seeping into any inch of the black fabric it touched. Hajime hissed and gripped your foot a little tighter than he meant to as he rubbed himself down on your foot. Riding out his orgasm as the slimy globs of cum seeped up through the tights you wore.

No time to catch his breath. When he was sinking back on his heels. You pulled your foot from his crotch. Hajime's cock slick with his own cum but the majority of it still on your foot and soiling your tights. It was then you thrusted your foot in his face smiling.

"Well, don't leave them messy." You rolled your ankle tempting him with the cold cum on your foot, "I wouldn't want anyone touching this nasty little mess. Clean it up."

He couldn't stop himself. Not now. Hajime took your foot back in his hands. Delicately this time when his lips connected with the top of your foot. Nothing short of a pathetic moan leaving his lips when his tongue dipped into the biggest puddle of cum. Cold and musky. The tendons of your foot under his tongue as Hajime took no shortcuts. Washing his tongue over his cum. Licking and sucking it off your now ruined tights.

"It's a good thing with pretty lips like those-" You grin down at Hajime staring back at you with a half lidded look and cum streaked across his own lips, "-you can pay off all the bills you owe me." ──────────────────

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kicking off my birthday month with an inspired fic! ──────────────────── synopsis: another life event you and your little brother spend alone but it's better this way cw: fem!Reader, virgin!Kisaki, incest (siblings), no dom/sub, parental neglect, alcohol consumption, dubcon ish (both parties are tipsy but very willing), handjob, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, unedited word count: 5.4k

The final box was moved.

Broken down, placed in its to be recycled area and it's contents distributed within the confines of your small apartment. The size worth it as you looked out at it all laid out before your eyes. Bustling and lively as ever like the world could really be at your fingertips. Now getting to call one of Shibuya's finest high rise apartments home for yourself and your little brother.

Two keys. One for the both of you to come and go whenever you pleased. Truly the first steps away from your parents. But as you looked out at the mass migration of people crossing the intersection down on the road below your new home. You slowly realized both of you had been separate from your parents for a long time.

This just happened to be the first time the two of you realize your parents were utterly void of your life.

"Tetta," Rustling from the cramped kitchen behind you made you turn to see your brother putting away a few stray mugs, "Did mom and dad text back yet?"

Careful to put the morning mugs away while keeping out the four sparkling crystal wine glasses and the accompanied bottle of wine that you hope to christen the apartment with. Tetta stopped what he was doing and looked at his phone only to shake his head, "Nothing."

A deep breath. You knew they could be late with things. Sometimes, very late. Like your college graduation. Or Tetta's high school graduation. This was just who they were. Both of you knew that.

But as you walked around the apartment. Everything you owned. Every last piece of Tetta's belongings as well. It dawned on you that nothing remained in your childhood home for either of you. Truth be told your parents didn't have to look at anything of yours now. Never feeling like a home. More like empty hallways and equally empty rooms. With parents gone all the time or too busy growing up. Neither of them changed the older you got. Your parents were exactly the same as they had been all your life. Excuses for their neglectfulness poured into your mind as you couldn't discount the reason you and your brother were able to live some place so nice. They were subsidizing your living after all. If they didn't love you well...they didn't have to waste money on you right?

"Why don't we crack open that bottle, yeah?" Like best and calmest big sister you always strived to be, you knew they weren't coming to celebrate the move. At best they might text you in the morning. Maybe.

"Sounds good to me," Tetta seemed less fazed by being stood up than you did.

Though the food was prepared and drinks at the ready. Putting it all to waste just to wait for your parents who might not show did seem foolish. So when Tetta popped off the top of the first bottle of wine. Pouring your glass first and offering it to you with a half smile, you had to admit at least your company was better than if your parents showed up.

"You're not upset?" You couldn't help but pry to know if he was ok.

Blue eyes shifting from the bubbles riding up the sides of his own wine glass, Tetta seemed unmoved by everything, "Why would I be?"

Rolling the stem of the glass between your fingers you can't help but feel stupid if he's taking being stood up so well while your nerves refuse to settle, "Well- Your first apartment is huge. Yeah mom and dad are helping pay...I just don't want you to be upset with them is all. They're very busy people Tetta so we can-"

"I'm celebrating with the only person who matters to me," Tetta interrupts you to your surprise. Big grin plastered on his face as he raises his glass to yours for a mini cheers, "Your opinion matters more. That's why your my favorite."

"Tetta," For being the big sister, he always knew exactly what to say to put your nerves at ease. As you clinked your glass to his, mimicking his big grin when you threw the drink back and he did the same, "Here's to our new apartment."

He reached for the bottle of wine and poured you both another over full glass that would soon be gone, "Here's to the best roommate I could ask for."

Surged with the sluggish feeling of the first downing of wine making your cheeks heat up. You can't help but slug him in the arm before throwing your arm around his shoulder and pull him close to your bosom, "Here's to the best little brother anyone could ask for."

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Everything felt so dismal before the wine kicked in.

Your parents no show weighed like a boulder. Now though as the third bottle of wine was being divided by the two of you. Making sure how much you got verses how much Tetta got was as even as possible. Though you could have been totally off with how you poured. Standing up made your head spin and giggles drop from your lips. This was the best you'd felt in a long time. And by the genuine smile on Tetta's face, he looked to be sharing in the same happiness.

Collapsing back into the couch next to him you threw your arm over the back of said couch and let the weight of both your bodies shift you snug in the middle together, "Who needs em- When I got my big little brother to look out for." Mindlessly your hand went to the short hair on the side of his head. Dragging your fingertips through the cropped bleached style, "Gotta get you a new style, so you can bring all the ladies over like the stud muffin you are."

He didn't brush away you touch. But did rebuke your claim, "No one's going to be coming over if they hear my sister calling me a stud muffin y'know?"

"True true true," Your touch dropped from his hair as did your gaze. Tetta looked sad when the comfort of your fingertips left but you hardly noticed as you stared down at your final glass of wine, "Tetta."

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

He blinked at your surprised. Not suddenly sober but definitely surprised by what you said, "...for what exactly?"

You mulled over his question. Now that you thought about it, or well, tried to think about it. The warm fuzzies that extended all over your mind really didn't connect very well. Simply leaving traces for you to pick up that this might be one of the happiest moments in your over two decades of life. So when time had dragged on too long and you needed to answer him. All you could do was look over at him beaming a smile brighter than the sun that had set behind you both ages ago, "For being my little hero of course."

A different mood settled on the both of you. One that made you both neglect the two glasses of wine still sitting on the table in front of you. Tetta fidgeted in his spot and you had little idea why. Still filled with warmth humming through your bones. You wanted to share that feeling. Happy to extend a touch back over to him. Fingertips carding through his short hair. Only for him to close his eyes and lean into you. So they shifted through the mess of longer bleached locks at the top. Lost in the moment of playing with his hair. Your brother's voice made you jump when he spoke.

"What if I....never bring anyone home?" Tetta mumbled, not leaning away from your touch.

"None sense." You mused, eyes closed as you leaned into the back of the couch utterly content to be petting him in your heavily tipsy stupor, "Any girl would be happy to have you silly."

"But I don't want just any girl."

"That's what dating is about silly," You cracked open your eyes to look at your brother next to you, "Sift through the rift raft to find the one you want. Or at least, that's what I think you're supposed to do."

Tetta broke the touch you were giving him when he turned to look at you, "And that's what you've done?"

It was sobering, in a way, to be asked something so serious. You had about half a dozen friends still with their college sweethearts. A few of them engaged even for weddings you didn't exactly dread attending. But felt left out as you didn't date at all while in high school or college. Both filled with too many obligations to other people. The commitment to making yourself happy never came up as a subject. Just now though you realized had it been a course, it would have been the only one you failed in.

"I...I had a few flings," You twist the confession to a mostly truth. No lie you'd hooked up a few times but left it at that. Quick to dust off your short comings you tried to flip it into a positive for him, "Don't look at my history. I'm the practice kid remember. To make things easier for you. You're a catch Tetta. Loving you..." You looked down at your knuckles as you wrung your hands together and tried to clear your mind but the booze it was swimming in just made everything come out like word vomit, "...loving you is far easier. So don't worry about such silly things. You'll find someone I know it."

Falling quiet there was a moment of pause when you worried that was the wrong thing to say. Fogged over with the wine making anything you say sound profound to you. When you tried to reword that all in your head, and failed, it was Tetta once again who spoke before you had a chance, "...I already did find someone."

News to you. Going from wine induced dread. You grinned and winked at the opportunity for hot gossip to lighten the mood, "Ooooo! Tetta you fox...cram school? One of those edgy gang chicks? C'mon gimme details."

Certain he was muddling through the same fog as you. Tetta took his time fumbling over his thoughts until they came out as words, "Well...I've know her for a while. But she's older, so that's why I didn't say anything."

A nudge in your brother's side, "Mmm c'mon details lemme guess who it is."

"You know her..." Tetta pulled his bottom lip taunt with his teeth for a second, "You definitely know her."

"Ok now you have to lemme guess!"

And as your brother began listing off not just personality traits. Garnishing a very positive picture of this strong lady friend Tetta had kept a secrete. Your heart began to thud in your chest as the personality trait clues turned to clues about their achievements. And then, to the clues about their psychical appearance.

All at once your brother's fabled crush dawned on you.

"...it's me." Your voice left no higher than a whisper.

Tetta looked down. Realization of what was just said sifting through your alcohol muddled minds. If anything this was the most sobering moment all night. And yet you didn't want to reach across the table to chug that final glass of wine.

He looked over at you just at the edge of his glasses, "...you're strong and smart and beautiful...I...Don't really know-"

Quieting him with a sudden hand on his thigh. Tetta looked up at a moments notice with a deer in the headlights look. He didn't know what to expect but being sent away was what he was waiting for.

"Heh," Your giggle caught him off guard and Tetta froze when you squeezed his thigh, "Guess that makes sense now. Looking back at it."

"W-What makes sense?"

"How little interest you had in girls your own age." You meet his gaze with a wonderfully big smile, "But I guess it explains it even more why I sucked at dating." Tetta was confused but the way you kept smiling at him had him root bound in his seat. Tethered to only look on at you and crave more than just the hand on his thigh, "Kept waiting to meet someone who was attentive, aware and smart. When really....you were right here all along huh?"

This had to be the wine talking. But none of your words were slurred. And the honesty inflected in your words felt like the first truth he'd heard all night. Tetta didn't know what to say. Only able to move his body a little as he set his hand a top yours. Feeling the rush of cold blood through every inch of his body when you squeezed his thigh. All he could do was squeeze your hand back hoping this wouldn't end.

Then you spoke, "...you could kiss me right now and it'd probably be your first kiss, am I right?"

Tetta's blue eyes fluttered from your hand to your face. Feeling his own blood flush not only to his face but to other places when you slipped your touch higher up his thigh, "I...Yeah."

"Kissing your sister...That's all you've ever really wanted huh?"

He nodded. Swallowing the lump in his throat as Tetta felt his body buzz but nothing feel as odd as the growing tightness in his pants.

You looked down at your hand now cupping the inner most part of his upper thigh. No zipper hiding the bulge forming in his slacks from simply your words and your touch, "It's our apartment Tetta. Bring any girl home you want. Even if it's me."

That was the clearest yes he'd ever heard. One that he didn't even need to twist and drag out of someone. Your willingness only made Tetta feel foolish as he leaned into you. All this time wasted. Just to taste you the first night you were both away.

Lips crashing against one another. Your hand on his thigh pulling him closer. Tetta unsure where to put his hands until the kiss deepened. In which you guided his hands to the one place you assumed he wanted to touch. Your breasts.

The second your bra less tits where poured into his hand even through your t-shirt, Tetta couldn't keep his moans to himself. Refusal to break the kiss though. It was sloppy and mess. Perfect in everyway as he succumb to what extra experience you had. Following your lead like a lost puppy as it quickly turned to more than just a kiss.

Grazing his fingertips over your tits. Finding your moans more intoxicating than the wine that sat untouched in their glasses. Tetta couldn't get enough as he allowed you to violate and taste every inch of his mouth. His hands doing the same to your tits. Twisting and plucking at the hard bubs of your nipples. Goosebumps prickling all over your skin as your brother groped your chest and leaned into you. Eager for more.

Just as your skinned burned and shared drool dribbled down your chin. It was your guiding motions that lead to your brother slipping his hands up under your shirt. Bare touch now across your tummy and creeping up. Until Tetta tensed the second he felt your warm, squishy tits fill and overflow in his hands. Nipples budding and hard from all his attention previous. Now that you gave him unrestricted access there was no containing him.

Tetta pushed up your shirt. Revealing to him what he had sought all these years. To him the perfect pair of breasts. And as he licked the spit from the corners of his mouth. Blue eyes honed in on your wonderfully revealed skin. He all but didn't realize you leaning in to palm the hard on in his pants.

"Suck on them," You whispered to him as your hands fumbled with his zipper, "While I play with you of course."

Struck like a fool it took pulling him in with your other hand at the back of his neck to get him to move. Squishing Tetta's face first against the broad side of your breast. Quickly followed by his mouth searching out your nipples. No hesitation in his actions as his warm lips latched around your sensitive bud. If his playful fingers weren't enough. Finally feeling his tongue glide over them as he sucked in more of your tit like his life depended on it was the heaven you were ready to die at.

Groggy attention turned to the burning tent in his pants. You fumbled a little, working around your brother of course, to get his pants unzipped. Tetta utterly no help as he was lost sucking on your tits. But keenly aware of what you were doing when you were finally able to unzip and unbutton exactly what you wanted.

Freeing his length from the confines of his slacks. Tetta's cock even sporting a little indent from where his zipper had been pressing into his hard on. You couldn't help but coo at him as you wrapped your fingers around his cock slowly.

"Tetta...you're so perfect," Words hardly above a whisper as they fell from your lips. His noises muffled by your breast in his mouth as he greedily lavished your sensitive nipple in his attention. Moaning against the fat of your tit when you pumped his cock.

Drawing your strokes up slowly to see the precum pool in his foreskin. Then to just draw your touch back down. Peeling away to reveal his soaked slit. Purple, aching, begging. And yet your sweet little brother retained his dignity and only focused on nursing at your breast. How selfless he was. It was a wonder you could never find the perfect guy.

When the one you were looking for grew up right in the same house.

Stroking him to the rhythm of his hips flexing up. You couldn't tear your eyes from the sight. Your own fingers curled around his shaft. Jerking your brother off in your brand new apartment. On the couch in the middle of it all. This was something you could get use to.

"S-Shit-" Tetta's curse broke your concentration. Gasps against your breath when you looked quickly to his pinched brows it was too late. Globs of cum squirting out of his puffy slit. Oozing down your closed fist as you continued to pump him a few extra times. Your little brother's cum seeping between your fingers until you finally stopped.

Letting go of his length and admiring the viscous white streaks over your hand. You looked over to see Tetta a little red in the face. About to apologize for cumming. When you silenced him.

"Now-" You said, undoing your shirt the rest of the way as well as standing up only briefly to yank down your pants and underwear in one go, "-we have more time to explore each other."

Fumbling with his own clothes Tettt couldn't keep his eyes off you as he tried to strip down and rejoin you on the couch. Ridding himself of his clothes and sinking into the couch on his knees as he faced you. His very naked sister. Laying out with your legs cross over one another. Blue eyes boring where your legs met. Wanting nothing more than to see what you hide from him.

"Tetta." Your voice yanked his attention away.

He blinked but was able to meet your gaze in the dim lit living room, "Y-Yeah?"

A smile crossed your lips and you opened your arms as you opened your legs as well. Exposing your neatly trimmed muff as well as the glistening juices clinging to your cunt lips. He could have looked at a hundred pin ups at the corner market. But nothing was as beautiful as your naked body right now, "Lets make this place our real home."

Unsure what you meant. Not really needing to know what you meant. He didn't care. Tetta finally had the one thing he wanted. Your love.

With your guidance you let what any good big sister do. And that was explore.

Tetta grabbed at your breasts. Rolling your nipples between his fingers utterly enthralled. Moving his hands down your sides. Down your stomach. Feeling and enjoying every inch of you with your skin under his fingertips. Engulfed in you it wasn't until his hands stopped hesitantly over your mound did he break the stare on your body and look up at you. Even as an adult, you couldn't help smile at him asking for your guidance.

"Use your fingers," You took his hand and smiled as you showed him what finger to start off with, "Don't you want to feel what your sisters insides feel like too?"

"More than anything," Tetta confessed, concentration on every small movement.

Your guidance led him to drawing his finger up your slit. Far slippier than his cum ever was. He couldn't believe the texture of your soaked slit and even more turned on when he grazed over your clit and caught you moaning in that moment. He looked up at you as if to ask if that was ok. Only allowing you to smile and touch down his face as you spread your legs more and moved so it would be easier for him to slip one inside you.

And that's just what he did.

First to only one knuckle. But as Tetta saw how reciprocate you were. He sunk his middle finger down all the way. In awe of how squishy and warm your insides where. Fueled by nothing more than wanting to know what his cock would feel like inside you now. That would wait though as Tetta, finger deep in you, watched as you came down and brushed your fingers against your own clit.

"If you push it in and out of me-" You smiled, pulling back the hood of your clit with two fingers and swiping another over the hard little bud and immediately feeling your walls clench around his fingers, "I'll cum on your fingers Tetta. Do you want that?"

"God more than anything," He swore as he wriggled his finger inside you.

Always so quick to pick things up. Even if they were brand new to him. Tetta's finger plunged inside you as he watched you rub your swollen nub. Mouth watering as he thought of what you might taste like. Even wanting to take his finger out just to try it. But denying himself the desire as he watched you begin to buck your hips up and rub away at your clit faster.

"A-Another-"

"W-What?" Tetta momentarily worried he was doing it wrong.

"Another finger! Put another finger in me Tetta!"

Sopping wet that request was easily fulfilled. Pulling out once just to line his middle and pointer fingers together he didn't think twice but to follow your orders as he plunged his fingers back inside you. Feeling how tight it got so quickly. What a difference two fingers made of all things. Tetta resumed his motions as he saw you cover your mouth with the other hand. As the one between your legs feverishly rubbed at your clit until he got to experience his first female orgasm first hand.

"F-Fuck- Tetta!" Your convulsions were met with his fingers refusing to slow down. Keen on keeping you happy your insides twisted around his fingers and fluttered as your orgasm ripped through your body. Rubbing your twitching clit as you bucked and spasm at the hands of your own brothers help. Until you simply couldn't feel it anymore and your body set buzzing all over. Only then did your fingers quick abusing your clit and Tetta slowed his fingers until he was simply letting the swirl around inside you.

Heaving in a deep breath to steady yourself and keep the room from spinning. You paid no mind as you pulled your fingers away. Wiping your own juices on the very couch you laid on. As your eyes went down to the revived twitch of your brother's cock between his legs.

Drawing out his fingers. Confidence surging though he did very little. Tetta looked around for a moment. Then proceeded to wipe your juices on his own cock. Pumping himself a few times as he'd never been this hard again after blowing a load. Than again, he'd never had the opportunity to fuck his own sister before.

"I want to be inside you." He said without holding back.

"I know." You leaned up a little to grab his hips. Yanking him into you and forcing Tetta to readjust how he knelt on the couch just so his tip lined up with your slick entrance, "I want you inside me too."

This far already. Alone in your apartment. Shared by only two souls now. Untouched wine glasses still on the table. You wrapped your legs around his hips as Tetta slowly lined himself up. Concentration laced his face, making you giggle a little but that was short lived when he slipped inside you. Fullness replaced with aching goodness. Your gummy walls fluttered around his cock as Tetta removed his hand. Putting his arms on either side of you as his hips did the rest of the work. Sinking his cock down to the base until his cum heavy balls rested against your ass. And once again he was so close to your face.

"..my hero," You murmured softly. Touch coming up to cup his face. Swiping your thumbs over his warm cheeks as you kissed him. Unable to keep from moaning as Tetta pushed into you. Weight of his tiny frame only driving his cock that much deeper into you. And with the cushions of the couch swallow you both up. It was like he was kissing the deepest parts of your body with such a simple thing.

Exchanging and slow passionate kiss longer than either of you two realized. When you both broke for breath it was more than welcome to feel his cock shift inside you. Moaning against his lips. As Tetta's own fell past his. Pressing his forehead into your he attempted his first thrust.

Lopsided. A little less forceful than you anticipated. But perfect in every other way. You smiled against his lips and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Bringing him down on top of you. Caging his body against yours with legs around his hips and arms keeping him close. You pressed your lips against the side of his face and kissed his cheek tenderly as Tetta gained the confidence to do more.

Soon the slap of skin filled the room. Mewls of pleasure falling from your lips, getting moaned into his ear as Tetta panted above you. Doing his best to keep up with his thrusts. Driven by how good your walls felt around him. Insides ravished by his cock dragging in and out of your core until he was just as slick as you were. Making it that much easier to drive himself all the way inside you. Kissing your cervix and bending your hips up even more so he could feel the deepest reaches of his sisters body.

"I- I'm gonna-" Tetta babbled out of breath against your neck, fistfuls of the couch under the both of you. His hips unable to keep up but frantic to snap into you as he chased his orgasm. He wanted to cum. But he had no idea what to do.

"Cum in me-" You whispered in his ear. Holding Tetta's body even tighter against you, "I want you to cum in me Tetta. Fill me with all of your cum."

It wasn't a sound decision. But none of this was. In fact moving in together was probably the dumbest thing the two of you could do. No parents around to tamp this out. It was about to get out of hand so fast and neither of you wanted it to stop.

Following through on your request. And what his body was telling him to do. Tetta snapped his hips into you with a sloppy wet noise drowning out his moans. Body shuddering above you. He didn't stop at just one thrust. Rutting into you half a dozen times as his cock twitched, swelled and poured every last drop of cum into your quivering core. Seeding his one and only sister with his very first load. Leaving your insides so full of white that all they could do was let his cum seep out around his cock buried inside you.

Far too gone after the three bottles of wine. Warmth of your brother's shared seed. Giving you only the fleeting serenity of Tetta's face pressed into your bare chest. Clinging to him with arms tight around his slender shoulders as exhaustion won.

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Woken by the fact neither of you remembered to close the curtains in the living room. The morning light poured in to wake you up before your foggy mind was perhaps ready to. But when you went to move the sudden realization of the naked warm body on top of you kept you all but stuck on the couch. Coddled by the dent from when you must have passed out. When all came back it was very clearly Tetta sticky and clammy against your when you saw his bleach blond head on your breasts.

And just the way you remembered not to shut the curtains after three bottles of wine. You recalled all what happened when your parents stood you up at your apartment warming party.

Flat and surely stale glass of wine still on the table across from the couch. You didn't even have it in you to lift your arms off your brother's bare back. His sleeping form barely covering most of you when you looked down.

Groaning with your hand un-wedging itself from the back of the couch and your body. You rubbed the wine tiredness from your eyes. Inevitably causing Tetta to stir. And him taking a second to realize what he's also woken up to.

Big red mark from where he'd been smashing his cheek into your breast. Tetta quickly sat up to see you as naked as he was. Then going to rub his own head when the reality of their drinks reminded not to over do it to fast.

"I- Wait don't be mad it just-" Tetta first to stumble over it all got shut down quickly.

"I know." You pulled yourself up on the couch. Rubbing your head and looking down at your naked body then across at his, "I...I think always knew."

Growing quiet. Tetta looked down at his lap unable to look at you, "...I can move back, you deserve the apartment more. I'll just tell mom and dad-"

This time it was your hand that stopped him from talking. Gripping his thigh like you had the night before. To give him a comforting squeeze and seeing his blue eyes turn up to you, "...why tell them anything? They didn't care enough to show."

Tense with your proposition. Tetta didn't know what to say. And it showed.

Licking the dried spit from your lips and suddenly feeling the warmth gooey and sticky between your thighs. You didn't need to look down to assume what that was about there. But as your eyes looked your brother up and down. Tetta unable to keep flicking his eyes to your breasts and then between your legs. He made you smile and not entirely regret anything.

"We can make it our own home," You leaned over to wrap your arms around his shoulders so you got to feel his warm skin against yours again, "Just you and me."

"Just, you and me?" Tetta treaded lightly worried you'd sober up suddenly or he'd wake up.

Smile brimming for how lethargic you felt, you leaned in and smashed your naked body against his as you kissed his cheek and welcomed the feeling of Tetta wrapping his arms around you in return, "It'll always be me and you from now on, my little hero."

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❝THIS S**T FEELS LIKE BABY FEVER❞

⭑—pairings: timpskip!Draken “Ken” Ryuugji x teacher!fem!reader

⭑—cw: breeding, public sex, car sex, risk of getting caught, reader and draken having baby fever, overstimulation, creampie

⭑—a/n: for my dearest @tokyomanjihoe, i hope this’ll satisfy that brainrot.

⭑—tags: @dejwrites @gabzlovesu @nanaminshousewife @rinhoes @aasouthteranoswife @indiecursor @angwritez @presidentmonica @po3ticb3auty @dabilovesme @devilgirlcrybabiey @ebiharachan @the-great-himbo @sweeneyblue1 @yukihime-mikeys-girl @kurokoswife05 @haikyutiehoe @getoswhore @vlyntage

Teachers.

Most possess the kindest of souls and one too many can be painfully heartless. The outward appearance of a teacher to their students is a vital key in mentorship, especially for you.

Always being one to encourage, keepuyour head held high, and known to be a little bubbly than most; that was the persona your students came to know. At first, cultivating the youth helped to soothe your motherly tendencies, treating each child as your own. Though, once the time for dismissal came around, there was the single reminder that stung more than last.

Not one of those children could be called your own.

Just to your luck, your husband came down with the horrible symptoms of baby fever all the same. At first, it started off to be nothing more than a thought, the two of you only ever mentioning the idea to each other mindlessly. Yet every unfulfilled thought only ever returned to haunt you, itching to be freed at last.

Such a topic even found way of leaking into conversations with your peers, every single one commenting on the delicate glow beneath your skin nowadays. It’s charming with all honesty, and you reply with the same transparency, knowing that they too were more than aware of your newly placed regiment.

“Oh–We’ve been trying for a while now and–”

“What do you mean by trying, Miss?” A student recklessly posed, the hooded lids of your eyes shooting apart. It was an innocent question, you knew it was. Yet it still seemed to rock you to the core, your digits grappling onto the sharp edges of the door frame. Your legs came to a clamping hold, squeezing back the curious rivulets of cum from seeping down your weakened thighs.

Your lips fell from the plump smile, replaced with gaping gasp. The vivid memories from just this morning alone replayed in your mind.

The same vivid memories of you and the gray pencil skirt folded up to your waist, the seam threatening to pop. With your thighs pressed into the unbuttoned mess of your blouse, only the hunkering stature of your husband–Draken, provided just enough coverage from onlookers.

As to how you ever did end up slotted between him in the driver’s seat of the car, you didn’t really know–or care to know. The intoxicating fat of his cock bullied itself into you, using every reel of his hips to stuff you full all over.

Even worse were the messy kisses that the swollen tip bestowed onto your poor cervix, courtesy of his mind-numbing length. The only bit of comfort Draken provided was a gentle grip upon your waist, offering support from the brash ruttings.

“K-Ken, what if one of my coworkers see?! I can’t–” you began, frantically writhing your head into the headrest. The last of your worries should have been an incident like now, getting caught with Draken in such a position. Yet, the whims and painstakingly noticeable erection in his pants guided you both into it, not a single shred of regret being found.

“Don’t you worry,” Draken grinned, bringing his alluring grin to your flushed features. “I wouldn’t let anyone but me see how slutty you get fr’ me, Beautiful.” You nodded against his forehead, pushing an erratic kiss onto his lips.

Anxious to close the little distance that filled between your bodies, Draken kept use of short yet all the more filling bucks to rally the pit of arousal within your belly. Your hands flung to encircle his hips, forcing him to remain just as deep as he was. Of course, it didn’t help that Draken took to the shell of your ear, fueling your broken mind into its inevitable undoing.

The pure lust that lined Draken’s voice as he groaned spurred your body further into its unraveling, a streaming whimpering falling from your plush lips. His words managed to do this, your walls fluttering around his girth.

“Shit,” he seethed, burying his head into the crook of your neck. “You liked that, huh? Tch, I do too, Baby. Do that again and you might—“

Before he could finish another word, the streamline of nerves throughout your body came to a seizing halt, your legs trembling beneath the force. Releasing around Draken’s cock was always something to remember, bringing nothing but shrilling mewls from your lips, the curves of your nails sinking into his skin. Your walls conformed around him, stilling the jolts of his hips as he painted your womb with the sinful hues of white.

“Keep it all in for me today, ‘m gonna just keep fillin’ you until we finally get it. Got it?” his voice rasped, snaking the flat of his hand between your bodies. You parted your mouth to reply, unaware of the sudden urge creeping along the slender digits of his hand, swiping at the twitching bud with the bits of vigor stored away in his body.

Off the touch alone, a harsh arch etched along your spine, the babbles rolling off your tongue. “I c-can’t, it’s too much, Ken!” The keening plea paired with the prickling tears beading at your lash line. “C’mon, give me one more. You feel so good when you cum, so fuckin’ tight. And you look so cute like that too—damn, such a lucky man, aren’t ?”

Through the hiccuping gasps, your hips bucked towards each of Draken’s uncaring swipes, drunk of the addicting rush of another orgasm. Not able to hide his own growing arousal, Draken unconsciously drew himself from the swell of your cunt, rocking his hips rhythmically for a peace of mind.

“Look at what you’re doing to me, Sweetheart. Go on and cum already, mkay?” His voice slurred into your ear.

Pulling yet another high from your mind, clenching around Draken once more. The tinge of numbness ran its course through your body, the lively flame of sensitivity befalling your body. Your arms limply clung to him, your lungs pushing out the shuddering pants he loved so much.

“Have a good day today,” he cooed, pulling your lavender panties from the crease of your thigh. The last thing you could remember was the final kiss he gave you, laced with a passionate valor of commitment, leaving you speechless even in the current moment.

You caught yourself exchanging one last stare with your gawking coworker, collecting your thoughts at once. Peering up from the tiled floor, you swallowed down the lump forming in the throat, allowing the warm, familiar smile to grace your lips before replying to the bunch of wandering minds.

“One day, you guys will understand…I promise.”

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Miyuki Kazuya

❅  Games (M) ♡ - @/villain-hotline ❅  Wake Up Call ☆ - @/kaaytea ❅  [H] Scratch Marks ψ - @/terriblesportsimagines

Narumiya Mei

❅  Angry (M) ψ - @/terriblesportsimagines ❅ [H] Scratch Marks ψ - @/terriblesportsimagines

Sanada Shunpei

❅  Drugged (M) ☆ - @/villain-hotline ❅  [H] Christmas Dates ♡ - @/kaaytea

Sawamura Eijun

❅  [H] Christmas Dates ♡ - @/kaaytea

Tadano Itsuki

❅  Troublemaker ☆ - @/kaaytea

Takigawa Chris Yuu

❅  Let’s Make a Deal (M) ♡ - @/terriblesportsimagines

Umemiya Seichi

❅  [H] Dating ♡ - @/kaaytea

Yuuki Tetsuya

❅  [H] Dating ♡ - @/kaaytea

Ships

FuruMiyu

DOUJINSHI ❅  You Can Sleep, I’ll Just Have My Way (M) ☆ -  @/diamonddropscans

ChriSawa

DOUJINSHI ❅  Oyasumi (Good Night) Paradox (M) ☆ -  @/diamonddropscans

KuraMiyuSawa

❅  Love Languages (M) ♕♡ - wbtrashking [ao3] ❅  Tempo Rubato ♡ - rosesandthorons [ao3]

KuraSawa*** (OTP)

❅  Boyfriend (M) ☆ - wbtrashking [ao3] ❅  Sundrop (M) ☆ - saroku [ao3]

COMIC ❅  Strokes of Iridescence ☆ - @/simplylilyyy

RyouHaru

❅  Haruichi’s Dreams ♡ - shiukomaki [ao3]

SanaSawa

❅  Yellow Daffodils ☆- mqs [ao3]

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✧･ﾟ:* being needy *:･ﾟ✧

༺ tokyo revengers ༻

ft: mikey, kazutora, && chifuyu

cw: fem!reader, fluffy smut, not much intense or descriptive smut though. tried to keep it simple! NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI

an: request from a lovely anon! hope you enjoy!

MIKEY

mikey’s breath tickled the shell of your ear as his face nuzzled into your neck from behind.

“mikey, stop” you whispered, body cringing at the tickle of his lips behind your ear. but mikey wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted.

“no” he mumbled back, shaking his head against your neck. mikey’s hands snuck their way around your waist, fingers slipping beneath your shirt in a desperate search for more contact. as he pulled you closer into his grasp, his cock pressing against the small of your back gave you all the explanation you needed for his clingy behaviour.

“mikey” you repeated, only to be followed by a soft hum against your skin. “can I help you?” but mikey only rutted his hips into you in response. he felt so desperate for you, so needy to explore your body that he already knew so well.

mikey's hands traced up and down the sides of your torso, fingers dragging across your skin and teasing at the band of your bra. a gentle whine fell from his lips when your hand reached back and tangled itself in his hair, fingers massaging his scalp because the sound of his moans was too sweet to dismiss.

it didn't take mikey long to slip his hands under your bra, the pads of his fingers teasing circles around your nipples as his hips moved in slow circles against your ass. and who were you to deny him pleasure? after all the relief he'd been so kind as to ever give you, who were you to deny him in his time of need?

mikey groaned and threw his head back when you finally sank back on his cock, back pressed flush to his chest while he guided your movements with a firm grip on your hips. he felt like he could drown in a pool of euphoria like this, your walls sucking him in and pulsing around his length in sporadic motions that left your body jolting each time. and mikey never wanted to leave either. he never wanted to leave the warmth of your cunt, the softness of your skin bound to him by a sheen of sweat. mikey wanted to stay like this forever, mind turned dumb by the indulgence of you.

KAZUTORA

kazutora promised to you that he would be good, promised to be patient with you while you cleaned the house. he even promised not to get in your way, knowing you liked things done your way and would put up with no interferences. but every promise he made slipped his mind the second he saw you bent over the countertop reaching for the paper towel which had just rolled to the other side of the island.

his eyes stayed trained to the curve of your ass that peaked from your shorts, knowing you so well to be able to predict that you weren’t wearing any panties either. suddenly he was lost, fist gripping the fabric of his pants as they grew noticeably tighter with the thickness of his cock quickly growing.

kazutora felt like he barely had control of his body, and that much was evident by the way he found himself trapping you in place, cock grinding against your ass as you stood still bent over the counter, trapped by his arms holding you in place.

“sorry” he mumbled into your hair, though his words were rather empty.

he wasn’t really all that sorry- all his mind could focus on was getting his way, desperate for you to give in to his antics. the tickle of his breath against your breath had your knees weak, ass pressing back into his pelvis as he whimpered mumblings of words you couldn't quite make out. your hands fumbled with his pants, pulling his waistband down just enough to free his cock that grazed your skin with precum. he wanted you so bad. he needed you.

with temptation taking over his body, kazutora's hips stuttered as the thrust his length inside your cunt, the velvet of your walls absorbing and massaging his cock like no other. each and every thrust of his hips was met with gentle praises, his hands never losing their grip on the counter where he had you trapped.

CHIFUYU

time seemed to pass so slowly in the silence of your apartment, the ticking of the clock seemed much louder than before, and the rustling of the people outside more noticeable than ever. at least to chifuyu it did, who sat respectfully (albeit impatiently) across from you while you worked through what looked like endless stacks of forms and paperwork. but chifuyu’s patience grew thin after an hour of mindlessly scrolling through his phone, neediness pushing it’s way to the forefront of his attention.

getting up from his spot, chifuyu wrapped his arms around your neck and planted a kiss on the top of your head. “done yet?” he asked, hints of frustration colouring his tone. you shook your head, feeling only somewhat bad that you had spent his entire day off doing your own work. “you can’t take a break?”

it was easy enough to hear the effort he put into making sure he didn’t sound whiny, and the guilt only built in your chest when his arms became tighter around your shoulders, a clear attempt to pull you away from the table and into his hold.

finally giving in to his needs, you set your pen down and swivelled your chair around only to be met with a shame-ridden chifuyu with eyes focused elsewhere and his cock hard and desperate for your touch. shaking your head, you couldn’t help but appease him.

“come on “ you sighed, a giggle trailing behind as you grabbed chifuyu’s hand and pulled him to the couch on top of you. his breathing was heavy as he hid his face from the shame of being so needy in the crook of your neck. but despite his sudden shyness, nothing could stop chifuyu from freeing his aching cock, stroking it only a few times before rubbing his leaky tip around your clit. the contact made you jump, back arching off the couch as he continued to tease your folds with his cock that glistened with your slick.

chifuyu planted a gentle kiss on your forehead, and the hum of his moans vibrated across your skin as he pushed his length inside you inching deeper and deeper with stuttered moans that kissed your ears like shocks of electricity. the sensation of being so full of his cock had your mind falling to pieces, his only gauge of your pleasure being the whines and gasps that left your lips each time he bottomed out inside you.

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[kuri-fic-recs]

Yellow Daffodils

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32578546 For tomiginga

💞Sanada Shunpei/Sawamura Eijun ❗Teen and Up

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tempo rubato

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32460772 For @dragonwarriorwriter

💞Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun ❗Teen and Up

#daiyararepair #daiyarpex2021 #daiyanoace

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Haruichi’s Dreams

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32353201 For Kamui

💞Kominato Haruichi/Kominato Ryousuke ❗Explicit

[kuri-fic-recs]

✍️🌈✨Strokes of Iridescence✨🌈 ✍️

For Elsie 💕 This is my first KuraSawa piece so I hope you guys enjoy

⚠️DO NOT REPOST⚠️

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Birthday Doujinshi release! Daiya no ace - ChriSawa

Happy Birthday Sawamura!

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Sundrop

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30498492 Mature | 11K

💘Kuramochi Youichi/Sawamura Eijun 📑Childhood Friends AU, College/University AU, Long Distance Relationship ✍🏽 Youichi spots pink hair in the corner of his eye and he waves Haruichi over to them, his friend tugging Eijun along by the hand.

“What’s up, Harucchi?” Eijun calls out, still oblivious as to what was awaiting him. When at last he meets Youichi’s gaze, Eijun’s eyes grow to the size of saucers and an open-mouthed smile takes up half of his face. “Y-Youichi! What are you doing here?!”

“Here to watch your game, idiot. What else?” Youichi laughs.

Youichi only has a few seconds to brace himself for Eijun’s hug, nearly stumbling backwards over his own feet from the force of his boyfriend colliding into him. Laughter rings out in the stadium hallway and Youichi’s heart swells at the sound of Eijun’s voice, so clear, so pure, so bright.

For kat @doubleaces11