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chochuuya · 5 months
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soft & random headcanons with tr boys!
characters included: mikey, mitsuya, draken, kazutora, baji, takemichi, chifuyu, smiley, angry, hakkai, inui, kokonoi, rindou, ran, izana, hanma and kakucho.
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⤹ mikey would subconsciously tuck your hair behind your ear when it gets out of place, while you were talking. then he'll tilt his head in confusion when you blushed and stumble on your words.
⤹ mitsuya is good with make up. i'm convinced that anyone who is good with arts/crafts are automatically pros in doing make up.
⤹ draken understands personal space, but he would always make sure you're alright by sending texts or food.
⤹ kazutora definitely cried when he heard laufey's song falling behind for the first time. (i did too)
⤹ baji is the type of person that would cover the sharp edge of a table when you crouch down to take something on the floor.
⤹ takemichi would run to a photo booth whenever he sees one, while holding your hand with his smile a mile wide.
⤹ chifuyu is a taekwondo kid and he is good with subway surfers. (i fell even more when he kicked down those tenjiku boys)
⤹ smiley would say "my brother was right about you", whenever you mess up but he won't say what exactly.
⤹ angry is a good cook and smiley would always be the food taster. he also seems like the person to make sure you never eat alone.
⤹ hakkai is a pretty boy so, he would totally have those dyed buzz cut designs and pull off every look. i also think he is a trinket person who collects cute stuff, especially keychains.
⤹ inui would hold your pinky or play with your hand mindlessly while you were talking about your day.
⤹ kokonoi knows a lot about everything and he is creative with the gifts he give you. it's been known that his love language is giving gifts anyway.
⤹ rindou is smart and he would even offer to stay up late to help you with your homework.. not forgetting to nag you a little.
⤹ ran knows how to do pottery and has a famous public spotify playlist. i feel like he would show off his skills on tiktok and would blow up overnight because 1) he is hot and 2) a hot guy doing pottery.
⤹ izana is bold and for some reason, i think he hates slow walkers. he would either nudge someone's shoulder while walking past them or simply sighed in annoyance. or both.
⤹ hanma is a fashion boy and he will change his style a lot. he is also funny without even trying and loves taking ootd pics.
⤹ kakucho is a great listener and he gives the best advice, but won't hesitate to call you out if he thinks you know better. he's a real one.
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i challenged myself to type more 🥸 i hope you like this one~ all notes; reblogs, likes and comments are vv much appreciated! ( 〃▽〃)
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darlingbabyboo · 7 months
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The Fluffy Life of Dating a Delinquent
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Tokyo revengers boys and the little things they do (that I want because I'm lonely lol)
Warning: extreme fluff, just Tokrev characters being in love with you
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Mikey is the type to buy snacks for you, no matter what. It doesn't matter what time of day it is, he's got some food for you too. He's calling you at 3am in the morning and telling you that he got you some chips, can he come over. He thinks sharing food is the best way to share love and well, he's right ❤
Izana will know everything about you. Your favourite colour, your favourite places to go, what you like to watch. Honey, he got you. You're his assignment and he's passing with an A+. He's the best person when you're sad because he knows exactly what to do. He can cheer you up in five minutes, tops.
Draken is so protective of you 😭. He knows he's well-liked and he's got an entire brothel, might as well take advantage of it. He wants to take care of you, and he knows you need boundaries and space sometimes but he lives a bit of a dangerous life, he needs to make sure you're taken care of. If someone actually got a scratch on your head he's killing them. No questions asked.
Hakkai didn't come from the best family. After the death of his mother, everything kinda fell apart. That's why he wants to start new traditions with you. Getting take out every Friday, matching accessories, whatever it is. He considers you family and he can't wait until you two pass down these traditions to your children.
Baji names cats after things related to you! Your favourite things to eat, do, whatever! Anything that's remotely related to you, that's the new name of the cat! Has given cats pet names that he usually uses for you, sometimes it's a bit confusing, but it's more so endearing.
You can say all you want about Kisaki but no one can say that this man isn't your biggest fan. You're the only one in his eyes but you're also the best. You got no competition but you're also destroying your competition with the twitch of your finger. Ain't it nice, to be someone's one and only 😆
Ran's ideal date is a sleep date. You two watching a movie on the computer, cuddled together under the blankets. He lasts half the movie but it's worth it because he has his hands on your waist and chin on your shoulder. He says he's not a cuddler but his grip on you is like iron, he will not let you move.
Mitsuya will fit you into his schedule no matter what. He's got two younger siblings and a Hakkai to take care of but he always has time for his baby. Yeah, he has three late assignments, five new outfits to make and grocery shopping to take care of, but please tell him about your day. Will take a break from what he's doing for his beautiful baby.
Might not look like it, but Benkei has the best hugs. You guys see him latting Shinichiro's head, now imagine those big strong hands wrapping around you. He's so warm and comforting, his hugs are meant for a higher power. Even if he's strong, he's incredibly careful around you. Big strong men being delicate for you despite their strength 🤤
Rindou makes mixtapes for you. You're always on his mind and when you're on his mind, he just makes a playlist for you. You and him probably share a Spotify account at this point with the amount of playlists dedicated to you. And they all have the same sappy titles 'to the Love of my Life'.
You ever see someone looking at their partner in the picture instead of at the camera. Yeah, that's Shinichiro. He knows that he was lucky to get you, and he's in awe that you still choose to be by his side. Now, the only time he smiling is because he's looking at yours 😁
Cooking together, the best and tastiest love language around. Fits that best boy, Angry has it! Will make your faves, and he HAS to learn food from your culture. He likes going on picnic dates because he can show off his skills to you, and he loves hearing your enjoyment (and you're the real winner with how delicious everything is). You two cook together. Though if you're one of those who are a mess in the kitchen, Angry's just happy to see you enjoy things he made. Pls praise him though, he won't say it but be revels in your praise. Your words are everything to him ❤.
Takemichi is loyal to the end. Don't worry about this boy lacking, he's here for you. He could be in a room of models but the only one he's got his eyes on is you. You're #1 to him 🥰
If you hate someone Chifuyu hates them even more. You say something bad about someone once, he despises them forever and wants to sell their soul to Satan. He will not forgive and he will not forget. He loves you and he will never get other people who don't feel the same.
Wakasa would quit smoking for you. The minute you cough around him, he's throwing his cigar away and replacing them with lollipops. No matter how much he might miss them, your lungs are more important 😙
Those things that you're obsessed with that no one else really cares about? Kakucho will erase those worries, easy. He doesn't mind your ramblings, encourages them. Will keep it all in his mind and remember them so he can participate deeper with things. Your interests are his interests hun!
Kazutora loves spontaneous dates so much. And he makes sure that you two go on them often. Wants to make sure that your relationship never weakens so he loves being around you, and the best way to be around you is doing your favourite things! He will sneak you out if need be so you two can have a picnic in the moonlight.
You need some support, good thing Sanzu offers it unconditionally. Going from things like you needing help on wash day to you needing to cover up a body, your bae's got your back. He might not enjoy doing everything, he's just a tad bratty, but no matter how loud he's complaining throughout, he still gonna do it!
Smiley will defend your honour! He hears some bitch talking about you, he won't let that slide. Blood will be spilled. Someone got something fun to say about your heavenly skin, he gonna kill someone. He's like Draken if Draken was an unhinged gremlin. He will beat someone up and then look at you with a smile on his face like, are you okay precious?
All your dreams of drowning in a strong man's clothes (that's a fantasy we all have, right?) are fulfilled with Mucho. He's so much taller than you (and if not, he's got muscles for days) so whenever you steal some of his clothes, you swim in them. It's a beautiful, comforting, amazing feeling.
Atsushi is the kind to learn how to braid just for you! He knows that going to a barber is expensive so he's got your back. He's doing goddess braids for you, cornrows, whatever you desire. And if you're not a braid person, well good thing he can learn how to!
Shion's pet names are ridiculous! Will call you baby cakes all the time and then start calling you pumpkin the next day. Is he doing this because he's stupid yes but he also likes to see your little smile. All he wants is your goofy little smile 😘
Takeomi is a planner, always, and you're always going to be part of his plans. When he's talking about the future, you're going to be part of it. It's so sweet how casual he is about it, you two will just be laying down in his bed holding hands and he'll be mentioning how good you'd look with a ring on your finger.
Hanma is secretly a romantic. He's an adrenaline junkie in the end though, so he spins things to an insane degree. Sneaking up a ferris wheel and kissing you under the moonlight, telling you to skip school so you guys can watch the sunrise and sunset, skinny dipping at the beach! If it's a bit too much, he gotchu. He's fine with both of you just hanging out on your bed or chilling in the bath. He's not your typical love interest, but he's surprisingly understanding and sweet 😍
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Can y'all tell how deprived I am 😭. Also, not proof read because I'm lazy!
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rickys-crypt · 29 days
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"just the tip."
t. mitsuya, s. kawata, t. shiba
Inspired by this post by @slttygeto.
18+ content ahead, Minors Do Not Interact
Warnings : 'just the tip' excuse, bottom!reader, hinted established relationship w Mitsuya, Mitsuya is kind but also incredibly horny, casual sex, secret pervert Angry, Taiju is a bully, Taiju has a horsecock, (barley) implied friends w benefits w Taiju, Taiju (barley) preps you
Takashi Mitsuya
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"Mmm, Taka!"
Takashi Mitsuya was sweating.
He'd been the one to talk you into only letting him stick the tip in, swearing up and down that he wouldn't go any further, but he could feel you clenching around him, *begging* for more of his cock, and as the seconds ticked by he found it harder he found it to resist. Maybe just a couple more inches; that wouldn't be too bad…
"Ahh! Takashi!"
Your eyes snapped back to his in surprise as you felt him fill you completely.
'M sorry, baby."
He whined out as he began to thrust quickly.
"I could feel how much you wanted me, and I couldn't resist."
You felt yourself nodding along, barely able to think about much more than the feeling of almost being split in half by his heavy cock.
“This is okay, right? Doesn't it feel so good?”
He grunted, effortlessly pulling nearly all the way out before pushing back in.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good for me. Like you were made for my cock.” 
As he continued, you couldn't bring yourself to be anything but in agreement.
He was right. He usually was when he had you under him.
Angry | Souya Kawata
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Souya Kawata was a sneaky bastard.
Sure, he shared that with his brother, but while with Nahoya, you could usually sus out what he was thinking or planning, his brother was much better at hiding things.
So, you could be forgiven for not expecting things to go as far as it did.
It started with him offering a massage. This wasn't the weird part necessarily, as when you'd learned how to massage from an ex, you'd taught him and his brother as soon as you'd broken up, and offering them on a long day wasn't unheard of.
No, what was weird was how eager his fingers seemed to clutch at your flesh, especially your chest. As he spread the oil, you felt every stroke of his fingers on your nipples. 
You were also having a hard time ignoring how hard he was as he pressed against you. Eventually, as his hands slid between your legs, he finally made his intentions known.
"Please... I just wanna be inside you a little bit. Just the tip for a little while. Please?"
You thought about it. He'd done an excellent job with his massage, and you could feel his cock starting to throb. You shrugged. It wouldn't be too bad to reward him, right?
Of course, Souya Kawata was a sneaky bastard, and before you knew it, you could feel yourself being pressed into the mattress as his hips snapped into yours.
"Sou, what- mhm! -happened to just- ahh! - putting the tip-!"
The way he panted into your neck made your eyes roll back.
"Couldn't fucking hold back. Not when it comes to you.”
Taiju Shiba
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Taiju Shiba was a bully at the best of times, and no one knew it better than you, his childhood friend.
It hadn't been as bad when you were young. He'd been the one to lead you into shenanigans, and you'd often followed, but he usually listened to you if you told him he was going too far. But he'd changed a lot when his mom died.
People called you his partner often because he was marginally nicer to you than most, and he'd gotten in more than one fight on your behalf. But you weren't sure if that was true. It felt more like you let him take his frustration out on you, and in exchange, he sometimes listened to you and didn't get pissed when you argued with him.
Of course, he never purposely laid a hand on you in violence. No, he had sworn he never would again after the first time he'd choked you a bit too hard, and he'd stuck to it. But when everyone drove him insane, burying himself deep in you was his only solace. So when he invited himself over, you knew what to expect.
He always started softly, only manhandling you into his lap and leaving his kisses and strokes where he could reach.
"Sweetheart, I need you. You gonna help me out? Just the tip. I swear. You trust me, right?"
You found yourself with your back pressed against the couch, whines and moans spilling out as his thick fingers stretched you out. Taiju was the only one you'd ever been with, and you knew firsthand that he wasn't overdoing his prep. Even just the head of his cock was so thick that it could stretch you out. Eventually, his fingers were replaced by the air, and as you watched him line himself up with your hole, you knew he was not going to stop at just the tip.
Sure enough, you were whining and clutching at him as he managed to push himself farther than the couple of inches he'd promised.
"It's not gonna fit! Taiju! It's too big!”
You felt his hands clamp down on your hips to hold you in place and groaned, knowing you'd have bruises there later. You looked up at him, recognizing the look in his eyes that told you that you'd be here for the next couple of hours, at the very least.
"It's gonna fit. I'm gonna make it fit.”
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nejiverse · 2 years
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BRO?
Sanzu, Mikey, Draken, Angry, Ran
In which you call them bro…as a joke
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masterlist :)
A/N: ignore the fact I used the wrong ‘youre’ in Ran’s one 😅
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pwncez · 1 year
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⋆。˚ ₊˚ ପ ⊹ LAVENDER .ᐟ | souya kawata
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。゚゚・。・゚゚。 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 . . . camboy souya, strangers to friends to lovers, fem reader, she / her pronouns used, masturbation, sex toys mentioned, dacryphilia, breathplay, belly bulge, multiple orgasms, dry humping, big dick souya, soft dom souya, oral sex ( f receiving ), bit of ooc souya + idc how tall u are, he is taller, pet name usage ( ex. pretty girl, sweet girl, princess, baby ), insomnia mention !
𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 . . . 13.8k ( ໒꒰ྀི 𖦹 ˕ × ꒱ྀིა )
𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑒’𝑧 𝑛����𝑡𝑒 . . . finally .ᐟ she is back :p few more warningzzz . . this is a leetol bit of self insertion but ‘s like . . veri veri loose ! title inspired by dis song aaaand souya’s twenty four ( 24 ) while reader is twenty two ( 22 ).
( ♡ ) — your name.
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the first sex toy was created in the 1800’s; an electromechanical vibrator crafted by dr. joseph granville, used to treat female hysteria.
you hope he’s burning in hell.
wanting to work at a sex shop at twenty two years old wasn’t something you would have particularly answered at five years old when asked what you aspired to be. separating bottles of lube by scent, color, and tag labels, wiping down display dildos, and stocking prostate massagers are what you now call your day to day, unfortunately.
planted in a parking lot on the far corner beside a gym and chiropractor’s office, wet dreamz, z purposeful, drags in a decent amount of people. you have your regulars, mostly sex workers looking to try out new things, whether on other people or themselves, or replace some of their favorite trinkets. there’s the occasional classy and refined older lady who usually comes in to buy something simple. the single moms — they’re your favorite — they all have a certain . . . look, you figure out. and it’s never physical, most of them just carry a weirdly balanced aura of quiet stress and gentleness that always makes it quite hard for you to maintain your bitch-like façade when approached by one.
then the couples. the hate that swells within the expanse of your chest at the sound of the soft chimes indicating a customer entering the store, followed by soft giggles and a ‘stoppp, babe. c’mon,’ is simply unparalleled. well, hate . . . that’s a strong word. lets just put it as a strong, strong feeling of dislike.
“jealousy isn’t a nice look on you, ( ♡ ),” yuzuha constantly sings inside of your ear when you roll your eyes and plop your chin down into the cant of your soft palm while seated at the register as soon as you both hear a little whine followed by a gruff, ‘i’m not letting you put that inside me. forget it.’
“ ‘m not jealous,” you always grumble in reply, not missing her rolled eyes while she stumbles into the back storage room with two boxes almost taller than her held within her arms.
you consider helping her but because of her comment, you remain seated where you are, tapping your manicured fingers against the soft dough of your cheeks boredly.
the word jealous rings in your ear. you’re not. what do you possibly have to be jealous of? you’re . . . content with where you are in life. you have a nice apartment focused near downtown shibuya, you finished paying off your car note a few months ago which took a nice load off, you have a lazy calico named pucca whom you love very much. life doesn’t throw an awe-striking, heart-stirring adventure at you everyday but you’re okay with that. relationships get in the way. a partner would completely fuck up the routine you have going here and you really don’t need the stress that comes with having one.
at a rhythmic beep buzzing within the slot of your back pocket, you reach around and slip your phone from it to see 4.55 flashing at you. coincidentally, the couple whose voices seem to be grinding cheese graters against the surface of your eardrums are starting to walk up to the register with their little, handheld cart filled to the brim and you consider this perfect.
you plop down on your feet from the stool you were seated on to whip around, knock on the storage room door and softly shout, “yuzuha, i’m out! finish this transaction for me!”
at her groan you roll your lips into your mouth to keep from smiling before quickly slipping from behind the counter to scurry to the tiny breakroom beside the restroom focused in a little hallway between the walls of strap-on harnesses and edible lingerie. clocking out of work has to be your favorite part of the day, well, second to stepping past your doorframe and being greeted by a tiny chirrup and calf nuzzle by pucca.
“hi, baby boy,” you coo, dropping your keys and purse onto the small counter right beside your door, hearing it automatically close as you kick off your platform docs then bend to scoop the fuzzy kitty into your arms.
pucca’s a chunky boy coated with soft white fur with large patches of black and orange focused more so on his tail, sides, and ears than back. he slowly blinks at you when you nuzzle the tip of your nose against his tiny pink one and you give a slow blink back, hoping your ‘i love you’ is read loud and clear. “cutie.”
you allow him to jump from your arms and trot over to his cat tree that stood near the corner of your living room beside your large, circular window. “mommy’s had a long day, too.”
you’re tired. it seems like you’re always tired these days.
and it’s never physical exhaustion, no, you make sure your nine hours of sleep are maintained daily. it’s more . . . mental, and you’re never quite certain as to why. each time your brain wanders off on a tangent to figure it out, the reason always comes back blank and clean containing nothing. fuck it.
you’re out of the shower come six thirty, a hefty serving of leftover creamy chicken ravioli sits in your stomach by seven fifteen, and after a few episodes of your favorite netflix show, you’re nuzzled underneath the comforters inside your queen sized bed, prepared to do this all over again tomorrow.
only tonight you can feel that certain . . itch.
you’re staring at the bright disc of the moon through sheer curtains as you try to ignore it, but subsequently when trying to overlook the specific need proves no solution, you end up sighing, snatching your phone from its wireless charger off of your nightstand and opening up safari.
you desperately try to ignore the heat crawling up your chest and neck to spread across your cheeks and ears as you open up a private tab to shamefully type ‘ camstarz.com ‘ into the search bar. it’s not every night you do this — only once or twice a week and you feel embarrassed to finally admit it to yourself that you only open the site to watch him.
sleepy6lue.
camstarz is a pretty lowkey site. you stumbled upon it through one of those sketchy pop up ads on a more popular, well-known site one late evening and after scrolling through profile after profile you stumbled upon him. “sleepy blue,” you had whispered underneath your breath, staring at a circular icon image of just a shot of most likely his hand with a rectangular pic of a pair of pretty blue eyes blown up behind it.
‘i’m just here,’ his bio had read.
back then, maybe two months ago when you had first discovered him, he was ranked seventy two out of one hundred with eighteen thousand subscribers — a pretty solid fanbase compared to the more up and coming cam stars.
you had clicked on a random three minute video with a blacked out thumbnail to see what he had to offer. the video had started out with some shuffling and tumbles before a hand was pulling back from the camera to reveal blue seated on what looked like a bench. instead of facing forward, one leg was planted on either side so that they were agape. all you could see was half of his torso and his crotch; he was wearing a hoodie and jeans. you weren’t sure of the color because the video had been filtered to a gloomy black and white.
on first glance you automatically knew he was a tease, or rather, he liked teasing.
his fingers, nimble and slender, had slowly rubbed up and down across the protruding bulge of his cock through his jeans before he had gave a shaky, little sigh.
clearly he’s sensitive, too.
“i should stop.”
you had jolted a little in bed at the sound of his voice — soft and pretty, peppered with a soft rasp that you could tell was natural and not because he was purposely trying to make his voice sound attractive — it just . . was attractive.
your thighs clenched.
“i know you guys like when i tease,” he utters. “but, mmph, had a long fuckin’ day.”
his fingers are slender but they move with a slight briskness when undoing his belt that had made you whimper. he seemed impatient. the video fades into a cut where the zipper of his jeans and fabric of his briefs are tucked underneath his balls.
you mewled again and had to shove fingers past your pouty lips to suckle on them at the sight of his cock.
it stands strong and upright . . he easily looks about eight inches length wise and you knew your lips would burn with the utter stretch of just the tip if he were to glide inside of your little mouth because of how thick he is, too.
he’s evil, you thought. because he lifted his hoodie and underneath the thick fabric is a plain of freckle dusted abs. he isn’t necessarily cut, his body reminded you of a swimmer’s or runner’s — he’s just carved enough to make saliva pool along the surface of your tongue at the simple thought of getting to run it down the crevices that sculpt them.
when he finally started to stroke his cock is when you shoved one of your decorative pillows between your legs, rolled over onto your tummy, and started to grind at the pace he set. most times he starts off slow, wanting to bask in the feel of his own fingers thumbing with the small slit that sits upon the crown of his tip or even roll his soft sac between them but, in this video, as he said ‘he had a long fucking day.’
he had released a soft ptuh so that a thick dollop of saliva could sloppily land on his tip then he was rolling his palm over it to coat his shaft before starting to stroke.
my god, you had thought.
he’s shameless.
worked himself nice and steady, uncaring if the rub got too dry ‘cause he’d only spit again to make it messy. even through the black and white filter, you could tell that his tip was flushed an angry red that continuously hid underneath the thin shield of his foreskin of each tight upstroke. he leaks like crazy. precum dribbles down his knuckles and squelches between his fingers.
and his moans. you could’ve came from the sound alone.
“mm,” he mewled. “damnit . . ‘m gonna c-cum already.”
your hips had moved with him, grinding your needy clit over and over the rumpled corner of the pillow until you had began to see blurred white borders materialize around your vision. and when he had started to fuck up into his own fist? hips waving up then down which made his abs roll and tauten over and over again, you had came with a soft scream — had to bite your pillow to muffle it.
“you watchin’?” you could hear his pretty voice drifting past the loud ringing in your ears as your legs spasm and shake between satin sheets. “watch me.” you manage to creak open your lids so that your blurry eyes could focus on the pretty guy on your screen. his fist had stroked once, twice — before the first shot of cum spurts out of his tip and to the bench.
he whines when he cums — makes you whine with him — and curses like a sailor. “f-fuck . . mm shit, damnit … ” his voice goes all shaky to resemble his hand that slowly squeezes the last leaky, thick droplets out of his cock until they gather and drip down his fingers to his emptied balls. “y-yeah.” sometimes he likes to let the camera catch his softening cock that likes to grow limp and lay against his thigh, but in this vid, he pulled his dirtied hand away, tsk’d, and flicked a few strings of cum off of his fingers as if it was an annoying piece of lint on him and not his own semen. “alright,” he had chuckled softly, letting his hoodie drop to hide his stunning body line. “ ‘m gonna head on home now.”
present day sleepy6lue now sits on rank six out of one hundred with four hundred thousand subscribers and sixteen new videos more than that first one you watched.
he had grew dramatically and still does day by day.
you had learned that he likes to post late in the evening — late being two, three, and four am. he seems to only film in public too. parks, libraries, inside of his seemingly expensive car while at an empty gas station.
when the horniness ebbs off and leaves you looking at those pretty blue eyes blown up on his profile, you like to stare at the dark lines that interlineate them, simply wondering.
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“there’s a stock of new harnesses, condoms, and lube coming in,” mitsuya sets a clipboard down on the counter of the register you sit behind of and gives you a little smile. “it should be here by four and i’ll be gone which’ll leave you, emma, and atsushi. you just have to sign for it, we’ll place everything on the shelves tomorrow.”
if you had to find a single word to describe mitsuya it’d be … caring. your manager is bizarrely kind — he’s understanding of your work schedule, doesn’t bitch when you call in sick, allows you to eat little snacks while on the clock; he’s so strangely nice that a slight thought of him being a murderer pops into your brain here and there. but when he gives you a smile which makes his under eyes crease and push them closed into cute crescents, the muse is immediately pushed from your brain. a face belonging to a person like that wouldn’t murder anyone, you’re sure of it.
“okay,” you twist back and forth on your stool while popping a mini cheese ritz cracker into your mouth. “who’s going to be on schedule tomorrow?”
“why are you wondering?” he playfully scoffs, all while lifting a sheet of paper on the clipboard to check. “uh, it’ll be ‘michi, hinata, atsushi, and hakkai, why?”
at the mention of the store’s two, pining lovebirds you coo a long “oooooh!” while grinning and shaking your shoulders. “you think you’re so slick, don’t you? putting ‘michi and hinata on the same schedule, you know they’re gonna be too busy tripping over their own feet and eye fucking each other rather than working, takashi.”
he rolls his eyes and swats you over the head softly with a rolled up magazine while rounding the counter to head to the stock room. “consider me cupid. the more shifts they have, the better. hopefully one of ‘em will finally make a move on the other.”
distantly you hear the chime of the store door while you’re tossing another cracker up in the air to catch with your mouth. “doubt that.”
when the door behind you closes with a small click, you hum and twist in your stool to look at the small screen beside the register that shows a twelve-squared grid of different angles of the store through security cameras. there’s — you count softly underneath your breath, — only four people in the shop right now which isn’t surprising.
wet dreamz’s ‘rush hour’ isn’t ‘til around four to six ‘o clock and it’s only two. you take the downtime to hum, finish your snack, toss the emptied packet in the trash can and start organizing the condoms that sit on the counter by their package color out of boredom.
“excuse me.”
you want to audibly sigh, yet you can only settle for subtly rolling your eyes before lifting your head.
“can i get some help?”
you blink.
the way your heart seems to thud harder and harder against the cage of your ribs confuses you. “. . yeah?” you had asked quietly, staring up into baby blues that seem all too familiar to you. “yeah? sure.” you try again after clearing your throat and straightening your spine, hoping, oddly, that you hadn’t came off rude with your previous low tone. “how can i help you?”
the guy in front of you looks . . mean.
a wild fro of sea-blue curls sits atop his head with a few falling down his forehead into furrowed brows. he seems to almost be glaring at you and you’re fully prepared to calmly offer a, ‘no, i am sorry, sir but i’m unable to take your return nor offer an exchange,’ when he softly says, “can you . . can i just show you? i don’t know why i didn’t bring the packages with me.” his voice is airy and light, certain words streaked over with a small rasp.
your own eyes start to squint because why the absolute fuck does he sound so familiar?
when you nod, he actually gives you a polite smile and waits for you to round the counter so that he can lead you to aisle four — the aisle where vibrators and cocksleeves are stocked. with him only a step in front of you, you notice that he’s quite . . tall . . and lanky. maybe six foot two?, you assume.
“i just need a professional’s opinion — you’re like a professional right?” he takes hold of two boxes with two large hands, fingers on each adorned with an assortment of silver rings that tinkled prettily when rubbed together. the boxes he holds are packages of fleshlights.
at his question, you grow slightly embarrassed, “ . . i guess so.”
he smiles.
you hadn’t known someone so pretty could become even prettier but the guy in front of you does. the simple action softens up his entire face and two, light, identical dimples dip into doughy, freckled cheeks and your heart absolutely skips several beats.
“okay,” he gives a soft chuckle. “i need to know which one’s better. this one? the . . aviator?” he holds up a brown flesh toned one. “or this one? the, uhm, commander?” this one’s entirely translucent.
you swallow and really, desperately try not to think about this man’s penis deep inside of one — god, you know it’s pretty — and take hold of both boxes to see for yourself. the aviator offers a three inch wide, seven inch long insert, a ‘sucking’ feel, and an inner feel made up of ‘superskin.’ while the commander’s lined with stimulating sucking superskin rings, a twist base to adjust the level, and an eight inch long insert.
“i’d go with the commander,” you give a small, toothless smile and hold up the box. “it’s, uhm, more . . versatile.”
he’s staring at you. you find that as much as you find it intimidating, the shivers that crawl up and down the length of your spine isn’t ‘cause you’re scared . . his full attention on you makes you feel a little . . respected, honestly, like he actually cares about what you have to say.
“y’think so?” he seems to whisper before grabbing both boxes, looking at them again himself then setting the aviator down. “alright,” he smiles again and you have to look away for your own sanity. “i’ll take it.”
on your way back to the register, you can hear him shuffling and picking up things as you walk but it’s not until you round the counter and take your seat to start scanning that you see just what they all were.
“i know,” he murmurs, “it’s a lot. sorry if i made your job a little difficult, today.”
what sits atop the counter in front of you are several bottles of lube, two boxes of condoms, the fleshlight, a cocksleeve, and hand held vibrator. “it’s fine. it’s what i do, i guess.” you scan quietly and he stands before you, watching, while tapping his fingers on the counter slowly. you can tell he’s not impatient, just waiting, so you take the slight moment of silence to look up and, just your luck, he’s staring right at you again.
only, this time, you both look away ashamedly at the same time and his cheeks flush a little pink while at it. “thank you for helping me,” he says. “you didn’t have to so i appreciate it . . i had a long fuckin’ day so far.”
long fucking day . . . long fucking day.
“sleepy blue?” the name had flew out of your mouth with a passing thought and it makes you quickly slap both hands to it with widened eyes as you take in his expression.
it’s him, it’s really fucking him.
his face doesn’t really change . . only his cheeks and ears go a little bit pinker and he straightens up his posture to give a small, “ahh,” while pulling his wallet from his back pocket. “shit — oh my god,” he chuckles and looks down. “you, uh, you know me?”
“i’m so sorry,” you quickly bag his items while mentally kicking your foot so far up your own ass that it sticks out from your mouth. stupid, stupid, stupid. “that’ll be 128.57.”
“it’s fine.” he taps his card against the reader. it’s laminated platinum you notice. “you are the first though.”
really? “really?” you’re shocked and it’s read all over your pretty face.
he — sleepy blue? blue? — nods and slides his wallet back inside of his pocket. his curls bounce with the movement and now that he’s in front of you, you really don’t know how you didn’t notice the moment you had heard his voice. his curls are a dead giveaway.
on camstarz, he rarely ever goes live, however when he does, he usually wears a mask with a hoodie or beanie and even so, they can barely sustain the unruly coils that lay underneath them. you had always noticed a blue curl or two, thought that they were maybe part of his hoodie?, you never really knew, but this makes much more sense.
“yeah,” he takes his bag when you hand it to him and gives you a small smile. “makes me happy to know someone so pretty watches my streams. thanks for helping me again.”
he doesn’t wait for you to reply this time. he turns away and walks down an aisle, back towards the exit and you’re left sitting at the counter, confounded, mouth left seemingly permanently agape with your disbelief.
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the shock doesn’t wear off. you don’t think it ever will. it’s like a leech, stuck against the sticky chamber of your heart that constantly feels like it keeps dropping into the barrel of your tummy as his voice plays in your head over and over and over again.
when you get home, you try to forget that it ever happened.
because underneath the shock lies an otherworldly amount of embarrassment that makes your shoulders rise up to your ears and body curl into itself as you recall yourself blurting out ‘sleepy blue’ again and again. sometimes you wish you could just rewind time to keep certain things from ever happening, however, unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way.
it keeps going and going, throwing twists and turns and bombshells. and,
‘sleepy6lue is now live! don’t miss out on the fun & join now!’
. . . is a bombshell.
you’re left staring wide eyed at the notification in bed with a bowl of ice cream in hand. it’s eleven pm, the earliest he’s ever gone live before. your heart is racing so fast that it makes you have to sit your bowl down just to press your hand against your chest to somehow regain your previous composure as a trembling thumb hovers over the slowly jumping icon, daring you to press it.
“god.” you do.
and he’s staring at you again. pretty blue eyes more pronounced due to the black starkness of the mask he wears, shielding freckled, dimpled cheeks, pink, pouty lips, and a charmingly-etched jawline. he has on a beanie tonight, a neutral cream that stands out against the teal-green nanoleaf panel lights he has laid in an abstract pattern across his wall behind him.
he lounges back comfortably in a gaming chair, tapping his finger against the armrest like the way he did the counter earlier today while he stared at you bagging his items, and sways his legs in and out, watching comments start to rush in along the side of his screen.
“hm . .” he leans in closer and you tilt yourself a little bit back as if he was actually in front of you. “thirty thou within two minutes, nice,” his eyes crinkle a bit at the corners. you’re reminded of his pretty smile. “i’ll wait ‘til we get to fifty before we start. is that okay, guys?” he tilts his head — how adorable, you can’t help but notice — and reads some of the comments in response to his question.
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he sucks in some air through his teeth, leans back in his seat, and hums again. “my day?” he twists his chair back and forth and starts to thumb with the ring on his index finger while he thinks about the question. “i just . . ran errands today,” he says softly. “i’m sure you all know that i barely sleep so, most of the time i’m low on energy, but today, i felt a little active so i decided to why not use it?”
the view count is jumping up to the forties.
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“yeah,” he leans his head on a fist so that he can idly twirl a curl around his fingers, then in a low, sing-song like voice, he adds, “i did.”
your eyes catch 50.1k and you pull your knees up to your chest right when he pulls at the neckline of his hoodie and catches it too. “ ‘kay, we’re at fifty thousand now,” he straightens up. “i hope you guys had a good day, too. make sure to eat something and drink water . . and don’t be like me, get some sleep after this, alright? you have to promise me. blue wants to see promises.”
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you can tell that he’s smiling beneath his mask.
“you guys are so cute,” he utters gently. “so cute . . and all mine, right?”
you clench your thighs.
god, no. how easy it is for him to tip toe a line between cute and hot, adorable and risqué, shouldn’t be possible. his fingers start to play with the drawstrings that holds his sweats up on his hips and he seems to be staring at the camera as if he could see right through it — as if he could see you. “i wanna overstim myself today,” his voice rasps quietly. “went to a sex shop today and bought a bunch of new stuff.”
his fingers pull a string to loosen the loop and have his sweats sag off of his slim hips — you have to bite your finger to keep from whimpering when he pushes them down and reveals he hadn’t been wearing any underwear.
he’s already half hard, twitching against his thigh with his foreskin still shielding his angry, red tip from thousands of greedy eyes.
“there was this employee there.”
your heart stops . . you’re absolutely positive it does, albeit for a second, it still does. but, just in case, to not get your hopes up, you shake your head and try to convince yourself that maybe he was talking about emma, or even mitsuya.
“she helped me pick out my new things.” you know it’s you. he spits into his palm and grips his cock almost painfully tight. “oh my god,” he whispers underneath his breath with his eyes rolling back into his head as he pauses, seemingly tries to grab his bearings. “ ‘m not . . well, i don't think ‘m a bad person. i try to . . be polite and kind, but,” he swallows and starts to stroke himself. his thighs give a strong twitch. “the things i thought while she talked to me,” he gives a breathy chuckle and lets his head fall back against the headrest of his chair. “i feel like i should apologize to her.”
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“she was fuckin’ . . mmph,” his eyes roll back into his skull and he starts to stroke his cock faster, opening his legs wider to make sure the second camera he has positioned pointing towards his groin gets a good look of milky, muscled thighs and a thick, long cock between them. “her lips . . my fuckin’ god,” a dense tendon in his thigh clenches and it makes your entire body do the same. “f-first thing i noticed about her . . and her eyes . . her f-fuckin’ smell, the way she fuckin’ talked, and how she walked . .”
he cums.
it’s shocking. he cums with a high, little hiccupy moan as shot after shot after shot of white semen with the consistency of honey shoots up into the air with some landing on his soft, grey, nike hoodie and falling back down over his thighs and some on the chair between his legs. you hadn’t even know you were holding your breath this entire time until you start to pant right along with him as he tries to calm down. he seems . . . out of it.
a chunk of the reason why he gained so many subscribers within such a short amount of time is because it’s known that his stamina is out of this world. within only a twelve minute video, he had managed to cum four times without getting soft for even a second.
tonight, you can tell when the camera catches on a small twitch which makes his cock bob, you think that he’ll probably break his own record.
he plays with his cum on his fingers for a moment — glides featherlight touches along his tip while staring at the chat through long, thin lashes before rubbing his fingers against each other which makes the metal and platinum rings he has encircled around them chime and twinkle prettily.
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he laughs — it’s soft and breezy while his head rolls back on his shoulders. “okay, okay, i see,” he hums and lets it drop back forward while running his dirtied hand over his thigh.
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“because of the brats in the chat tonight, angel, i can’t,” he leans a little closer to the camera so that his blue, doe eyes are more clearer. your tummy feels like it’s flipping, because within gorgeous, sapphire blue is a lurking darkness that you come to realize is usually veiled. it shows itself properly when his eyebrows dip in just a little closer and his smile drops from behind his mask, leaving just piercing eyes watching the chat start to roll in whiny apologies and pouty faces. “now, see,” he lounges back again, voice a little quieter. “i had thought that there’d be good boys, girls, and angels in the chat, but i guess i was wrong.”
you swallow where you’re sitting. you can practically feel displeasure and irritation rolling off of him in waves that’s managing to seep through both of your cameras to you. it’s utterly sick how bad you wish you were there in that room with him, seated upon strong thighs, with your head tucked into the pocket of his neck that you’d kiss and whimper apologies into, hoping he’d accept them, and you weren’t even the one in the wrong.
“i’m not overstimming myself tonight.” he sits quietly with his head leaned almost boredly onto his shoulder while he watches the chat erupt into chaos.
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he rolls his eyes, “you guys are fuckin’ spoiled, i’m starting to see it now.”
he reaches off camera for something and your eyes almost balloon out of your skull when you see that it’s the fleshlight you had recommended him and a bottle of lube. “i’m going to edge,” he drags a line down the length of his cock with the gel-like substance, strokes it over his shaft evenly then aligned the opening of the toy right on his crown. he pushes it down just enough to where the top is only engulfed then looks at the chat again. “you’re gonna edge with me, hm? gonna be good for blue again?”
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when he pushes the fleshlight down to his base, you feel your cunt clench around nothing which only oozes out another rush of slick, adding to the mess that’s starting to dampen your inner thighs. you don’t want to touch yourself — you weren’t even suppose to be watching this long. but, it’s hard to tear your eyes from him.
he rotates his wrist and pushes the toy up and down at a constant pace, not too fast nor slow. and because of it being translucent, thousands of eyes can see the way the rings work his cock; massaging and sucking against him which has him starting to slowly buck up into it as if it were a real pussy above him. “oh, fuck,” he gently curses beneath his breath, tilting his head back against his seat as he keeps the fleshlight still so that he can only move his hips and stroke up into it. “that’s it,” he breathes. “b-be good f’me . . let blue use your sloppy, fuckin’ hole until he’s done.”
figuring there’s no point in just watching, you whimper and shove your hand down your little boyshorts, "oh my god." you’d just be teasing yourself for no clear reason.
your little fingers rub and rub at your pulsing clit, slipping and sliding off of it here and there because of so much slick you’re producing which makes you whine. the sounds emitting from your phone’s speakers are lewd — loud squelches of pre cum and lube dripping out from around the fleshlight, breathy moans and curses, muted squeaks of a gaming chair rocking back and forth.
your middle finger’s sliding deep into your pussy without much resistance at the same time his other hand cups both of his swollen balls. his eyes creak open in the slightest, staring into the lens of his camera, into yours . . and you know that underneath his mask, the slightest little smile lifts the corner of his lips.
and thirty minutes later, after edging yourself four times and orgasming so hard that you see kaleidoscopic stars dancing behind your closed eyelids, you power your phone off and let it fall from your hand, uncaring that it hits your carpeted floor with a dull thud and heave for breath while staring up at your whirling ceiling fan.
even through a fuzzy mind and post-orgasmic murk, you’re absolutely, one hundred percent positive of two things — he is dangerous and you undeniably and incontrovertibly want him.
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the next day’s sunday and you’re always off on sundays.
you spend it taking care of things you’re normally too tired to get done with during the week. you do some laundry, meal prep, take pucca to the vet appointment you scheduled last month for his physical, go grocery shopping, and scrub down your bathroom and kitchen til they’re sparkling clean since the two seem to always get so messy every other day.
it’s . . productive — you feel productive. and because of you being so busy, he barely runs through your mind if it isn’t the sound of his broken voice going ‘a-awe fuck . . yeah,’ out of nowhere that you’re always swift to banish away with a quick shake of your head.
you find that as much as you like your home, and as much as a soi-distant homebody you are, you’re aware of the fact that a person shouldn’t be always holed up at their apartment if they’re not at work, and vice versa. even though you had soaked up enough vitamin d and done enough socializing today to get you through another week, you still, to a certain extent, force yourself to get out of the house to take a short walk down the street of your apartment to your favorite cafe.
the sun and its rays fleet by the time you’re close to it, leaving behind imminent, ashen grey clouds that starts to spread across blue skies, darkening the entire city. you sigh. rain; you’re not very fond of rain if you weren’t spending the day at home. wet shoes and clothes, sharp, cold winds, slick roads and traffic . . you’d rather die, honestly.
when you walk through the doors of the cafe, you’re greeted by a wave of comforting heat and a distant ‘welcome’ from one of the busy baristas. you adore it here. there’s an ignited fireplace focused near the left side of the establishment with small tables and chairs nearby that a few college students and couples occupied. the right contained booths for larger parties.
you walk up to the queue and pull your phone out to busy yourself with a childish mobile game while waiting. vacantly, you hear the swinging door behind you open with a light bell toll which makes you take a tiny step forward to give the person behind you a good amount of space to further enter the shop without being so close to the door. by the time you make it to the front of the line, you have passed two boards of candy crush so you place your phone back in your pocket with content and give the kind-faced barista a small smile before saying, “uhm, can i get a large caramel macchiato, light on the foam with—“
“—three pumps of cinnamon syrup?”
your eyebrows furrow in close at the voice behind you citing your exact order as if they, themselves, had ordered it a million times before. you turn your head around to take a look and — of course, there he is. the blue-haired, dimple-cheeked, freckle faced camboy who’s been plaguing your dreams for days now gives you a soft smile with a slight ruffle of his curls by his hand so that they can fall into his eyes. “that’s my . .” he takes a step up so that he’s standing beside you. his smile never leaves his face. “that’s my, uh, order too. i thought i knew you, i’ve been standing behind you trying to figure it out for the longest.”
you want to say something, you desperately do, but you’re stuck again. your tongue can only move against the roof of your closed mouth as he turns to the barista, makes it two, then pays before looking at you again and tilting his head towards the tables near the fireplace. “do you wanna sit together?”
“. . . sure.”
he leads you over to a little table a good distance away from the fire so that you can both be warm without getting too hot. he takes his seat and you take yours, and he loosens the slate grey scarf he wore so that it’s no longer wrapped around and just hangs from the back of his neck. “it’s nice seeing you here,” he softly starts while placing his hands on the table.
he’s wearing rings on most of his fingers again and he begins to twist the one on his index back and forth, something you notice he does a lot.
“yeah, you too,” you reply quietly. “i like it here. they’re super nice … and the coffee’s good.”
he doesn’t say anything at first, just gives a small “hm,” while staring at you. “shit — uh, my name, i’m souya,” even holds his hand out for a proper handshake as his cheeks go peachy.
souya.
you give him your name and slip your hand within his, pleasantly shocked to feel that it’s soft, warm, and a bit damp. he’s nervous, you come to realize, and you’re not sure why. “so, uh, i went by the shop earlier today and you weren’t there.”
your heart skips a beat, just a tiny one, at the thought of him visiting your job just to see you, but you know that that’s a probability by a long shot. “yeah, i was off today — just ran some errands and stuff.”
“yeah,” he huffs a little laugh as if he were embarrassed and rubs the back of his neck. “i figured.”
“so, how was your day?”
souya nibbles at his bottom lip, pink and plush, the action makes one of his dimples crater into his cheeks and — god, he’s so pretty. he’s so pretty and you’re positive that he doesn’t even know it. “went to visit my brother over by shinjuku for a while, but that’s really it.”
you like talking to him, “you have a brother?”
he nods. it seems like at the mention of him, he gets a little bit more comfortable. “a twin. he’s older.”
it seems like you both talk for hours. you even stay past when the barista hands you both your orders, simply getting to know one another. he tells you about his brother and his friends, his life growing up in tokyo, and what he does while he’s not camming — helps his brother run a country-wide chain of noodle restaurants which completely blows your mind when first told. “so . . you’re like . . very well off, souya.”
he glances away which grinning, “i’m . . i’m comfortable.”
you’re sure he is, “if you’re ‘comfortable,’” you lift and drop the cardboard cup sleeve around your, now, lukewarm coffee. “why do you cam?”
something in his face shifts — he doesn’t get angry or defensive; if anything, he looks down at his cup of coffee for a moment before shrugging and looking back up at you. there’s a slight smirk on his face and his eyes dance something . . . dark. it has the blood running through your veins igniting, turning plasma into molten lava that rushes up to your cheeks and heats them hot.
when he speaks again, his voice is soft, more so than usual; he’s talking like it’s a shared secret between the two of you, “you know how when you were a kid, your parents would tell you not to do something … and them telling you not to just makes you want to do it even more . .” he asks, leaning back comfortably in his seat the way he does his gaming chair. “doesn’t matter if you liked doing it or not. i think it’s just something about being told no . . and knowing that i shouldn’t do it that makes it more fun. don’t you agree?”
you nod. you’re not even sure why, but you do. you’re entranced by him in every single way, and you’re confident in knowing that the little bud inside of your core that’s starting to sprout into something much, much more intense is a fucking crush.
souya smiles, lifts one arm, drops it with a smack to his side, then shakes his head as if dismissing the conversation, “i don’t know . . anyways,” he looks out of the window which makes you do the same. it’s pouring outside and you hadn’t even realized, too caught up in cyanic blue eyes, small chuckles, and a honeyed voice. “i like talking to you.”
you look back forward to see him staring at you with eyes that reflected yours — kind, captivated — and you almost melt where you sit. “i did too, souya.”
“no,” he simply says with his lips raising to a grin. “i like talking to you, no past tense. i’d like to do this again.”
you’re rendered speechless for what feels like the thousandth time today, watching him pull out his phone, open it, then pause, “can i have your number?”
fuck yes. “y-yeah, sure.”
your number is saved into his phone and his into yours. minutes later, you both exit the cafe together and he offers you a ride home in his car which he points to, a glossy, obsidian black lexus lc coupe parked a few establishments down. but you politely turn him down, noting when his face falls into something more concerned which makes you explain that you only lived a few blocks away. he still seemed a little weary of you having to walk alone in a storm but with a gentle ‘i’ll be fine,’ he’s letting you go with a short nod.
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texting souya slips into your weekly routine before it becomes daily, and seeing souya becomes weekly before that becomes every other day — souya kawata quietly and unelaborately slips into your entire routine, gets comfortable, and molds his way into your life like he’d been here from the very start.
it’s … different. he’s different.
he makes you feel things you’ve never felt before, whether that be slight irritation in how he absolutely loves popping up at your job unannounced just to lean on the counter and talk to you all soft and quietly the way he always does which makes you get all shy and feel fuzz grow in your tummy or even bona fied, unadulterated happiness when he calls you when you get home just to make sure you made it safe.
you’re aware that you both begin to tip toe into this scary, unknown territory three months into your friendship when your crush on him begins to bloom and expand into something more. you know it does because when souya lets out a disgusting burp loud enough to shake your entire complex at nine pm after a shared pizza and soda pop, you, surprisingly, don’t get repulsed by it which you know you would have if it had been anyone else — you find it cute?, which puts a lot of things in perspective.
you find yourself excited to text him which is another thing you’ve never experienced before. you like hearing him talk about his life and how he manages the noodle shops’ finances all from home at his desk. you like watching him lounge back in the gaming chair you’ve seen him jerk himself off in almost a dozen times while you both facetime as his fingers tap and click at his keyboard and mouse. the expensive headphones he wears push all of his curls back and reveals his smooth forehead and thick, angry eyebrows that makes him look all mean and vicious.
but, then his eyes meet yours through his phone screen and you can literally see his face melt into one of fondness and you really like that, too.
souya kawata has came and simply turned your life upside down, and you don’t know how to feel about it.
“what are you smiling at?” he grumbles through the phone, watching you hum and walk back and forth past your phone that seemed to be propped up against something inside of your kitchen beside the stove.
“none of your business.”
his fingers click quickly on his mouse to quickscope an opponent, hearing his friends cursing in his ears which he chooses to ignore to instead focus on you. you were cooking as you do every other day when you get off of work, dressed in a huge, band tee. souya’s sure in the fact that you like teasing him. you’ve bent over a few times just shy of the camera lens and as gentlemanly as he is, souya can only take so much. “none of my business, huh?”
you nod while shaking some black pepper into the skillet in front of you, “yup,” you pop the last syllable to emphasize the word. “don’t worry about it, souya.”
he thinks you like his name. you say it a lot, and you always sing it like, soyyyAh!
it’s cute — makes him want to push you down and shove your legs up until your ankles meet your ears — but it’s cute, nonetheless.
“mmm,” he hums, focusing back on his game as you click the burner off, sprinkle some shredded cheese on your dish then place a top on it so that the steam could help melt it.
when the first round of the game is completed, he finds you looking at him with your arms folded on the counter and your head slightly tilted. he grows flustered, “what?”
“nothin’.”
“liar.”
“what’re you gonna do about it?”
just shy underneath his breath he utters, “pin you down and make you—“
“—hm?”
he shakes his head, watching the second round begin on his pc screen, “nothing. how was work?”
you inhale through your mouth and blow it out harshly, it makes your chubby cheeks go round and fat and souya feels his heart rush. “work was . . okay.”
“okay?” his focus is back on the game but his ears are only open to you. “why? usually it’s, ‘it was good, souya,’ ‘same ol’, same ol’ souya.’”
you rub your thumb across your manicured nail, “i don’t know. jus’ . . i got flirted with by this guy and, i don’t know, he wasn’t annoying or ugly or anything, but i just got uncomfy and i’ve been a bit off all day, i guess.” when even thinking about it again, you feel put-off.
souya likes that — your honesty. you never hold back on your feelings or thoughts, you like talking things out. it’s refreshing. “flirted with, hm?” his fingers jab a little bit harder at his mouse and keys.
“yeah,” you quietly reply. “he was tall . . and sweet, had brown hair and hazel eyes . . looked strong, too.”
“i bet.”
you catch his attitude immediately. you tilt your head even further to the side, stare at him for a moment, then start to smile, “souya.”
he’s quiet.
his eyes are glued to his screen and you doubt he’s even listening to you anymore.
“souya . . . .” you try again. “souya!”
“what, ( ♡ )? what?” he articulates with his eyebrows dipping low where they meet. he looks upset. it makes you pout and bury your face into your arm.
“you’re being mean. are you upset with me?”
he answers bluntly, “no. i just don’t want to hear about that shit.”
your eyebrows dip low too, “. . why not? we’re friends. friends talk about this stuff.”
and in the most calmest tone with his eyes remaining focused on the screen as his index finger clicks at his mouse, he says, “you know we’re not just fuckin’ friends.”
his words make you pause and you can hear them echoing inside of your brain. out of shock, you huff a small laugh and straighten your posture. “. . . we’re not?” your heart’s beating so hard that it hurts, it feels like it’s in your ears.
“we’re not.”
a beat of silence passes. you look at your pasta, realizing you’re not even hungry anymore. thoughts are rushing through your head at an all time speed, turning them all jumbled and into gibberish yet there’s only one thing that makes sense. you swallow nervously, “. . can you come over?”
souya’s face goes that familiar soft . . his expression relaxes and his lips lift at the corners. you hear the game narrator firmly shout, ‘cleared!’ as he takes off his headphones and sets them down. his hand reaches up to ruffle his curls back down across his forehead and a little into his eyes and he leans his cheek on his fist while staring at you silently for a moment, “you want me to come over?”
he’s asking it in a tone resembling, ‘are you sure?’
you nod, “mhm, yes,” then more gently, “p-please?”
he smiles and you watch him stand, walk off screen then you hear the sound of keys before he’s grabbing his phone. “i’ll be there in a bit, alright?”
“okay, souya.”
with the call disconnected, you’re left standing silently in the kitchen for a moment, letting the repercussions of what you had just done soak into you for a moment. “shit!” you hiss when it all hits. he’s coming over. souya’s been over your house maybe three to four times but you know that this time is different. something’s going to happen and you’re not completely sure what, and that doesn’t help even so. “shit!”
and so you tear off your oversized tee which leaves you in nothing but your underwear which you cover with a pair of tiny, pink shorts and then slip into a white, cropped cami. you’re making sure that the living room is all neat and pucca’s bowls are full of food and fresh water twenty minutes later when your doorbell rings. you jump which makes pucca jump and scramble up into the sanctuary of his cat tree. “thanks a lot,” you grumble with a pout while walking over to the door, twisting a few locks and opening it.
souya stands on the other side, dressed in a pair of tan, baggy khakis, layered long sleeve tee, vans, and a beanie. you always tease him for how he dresses — how he reminds you of a skater boy which makes him just roll his eyes and flick your nose. you only tease because you like it so much. it fits him. “hey,” he smiles and you smile, too.
“hi.” you allow him entry and he steps inside to kick off his shoes and align them beside the rack of others. he sets his keys and phone down on the table and you’re inhaling a slow, shaky breath while taking your time locking the door.
you had thought he’d be annoyed with you not knowing what you wanted or what to do, but when you turn around, he’s plopping down on your couch and reaching for the tv remote, “c’mon,” he pats the space beside him. “let’s watch that show you’re always talking about.”
your nerves seem to settle when you take a seat beside him and curl your legs underneath your butt. because you smell him — clean linen, morning dew fabric softener, and peppermint cologne and you’re leaning and leaning and leaning until you find yourself nuzzled into his side which he welcomes happily. he brings you close by the waist and kisses the top of your head and you bury your face into his chest to hide your smile because you just feel so, so happy.
“souya?” he hears you whispering minutes later with your chin pressed against his pec to look up at him. your lips are glossed and plump and they shine underneath the ghoulish, pale blue light emitting from the television screen.
“hm?”
you don’t say anything and that’s okay. he’s patient with you. he stays quiet and watches you frown a bit, as if you were upset with yourself, before you were leaning in and smacking a soft kiss to his collarbone. souya’s eyebrows lift. but, you keep doing that, kissing up his neck to his jawline, across his cheek and then you stop at his lips. “. . can i—“
he grabs you by the face with one hand to firmly push his into yours in a rush of scorching hot fervency. he kisses you like he’s . . angry, not with you, but with himself. he kisses you like you’re oxygen and he’s been out of air for weeks. his lips are warm and soft, terribly soft, you hate him for it because now that you’ve gotten a taste, you’re sure that you’re never going to get enough. they taste like strawberries from the chapstick he always wears and you can’t help but toss one knee over him into the couch cushion to take a seat right on his lap where his thighs open a bit to fit you perfectly.
his teeth nibbles on your bottom lip which he tugs on when falsely pulling away just to make you whine before he’s kissing you even deeper than before, dipping his tongue past your lips, gliding it over the roof of your mouth, tasting spearmint, swallowing your gasps. it’s so much.
you mewl, “souya.”
he pulls away, presses his forehead against yours, and you both are quiet, save for the soft breaths being passed between you. “fuck,” he smiles softly and looks up at you through his lashes. “know how long i wanted to do that, baby?”
baby. your heart flutters and you curl your arms around his neck to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. you shake your head. “nuh-uh.”
“so long,” he admits quietly. “too long.”
you’re nothing more than clay for him to mold when he starts to stamps kisses along your cheeks, underneath your jaw, and neck, but never further than that. you close your eyes, bask in his affection and grip his tee tight in a fist, “souya,” his name is weakly hiccuped. you feel dazed. “souya, you’re teasing.”
“am i?” his voice shows that he doesn’t care. “deal with it,” he tells you. “needed you for so long … now you’re all mine.”
all mine. the brazen display of possessiveness makes your clit jump against your panties. you feel his hands grip your ass and squeeze. the way he wants you is sobering. all this time souya’s spent around you, yet never made a move makes him want to throw a bowling ball into his own face because here you are, showing him that you’ve wanted him just as much as he wanted you, too. it shows in the way you start to grind your hips down against the hardened bulge of his dick through his pants, how you whimper with each kiss he presses into your skin, and how you sigh sweetly each time he squeezes the globes of your ass cheeks tight enough for the soft skin to spill beneath these tiny fucking shorts into the gaps of his fingers.
“mm,” he utters and gives four firm smacks to it in a row.
you hiccup with each one and rise up higher so that he’s able to somehow grope you more. “c’mon,” you sniffle, not even sure of what you want. you just need something. “souya, please.”
he wants to ravish you yet take his time, simultaneously. you’re truly a sight to behold when he sits back and takes a look at you — lipgloss smudged and shining across your chin, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath you take, how you’re looking at him with your eyebrows pulled in together just the tiniest bit and, oh, you’re pouting. how cute.
“sit on my face.”
“. . huh?” your eyes go wide and you perk up on his lap. “i, you want me to … r-really?”
souya can’t tell you how serious he is. “jus’ . . lemme,” he lifts his arms so that he can pull off his shirt and beanie and how dumb your brain goes when you finally come face to chest with the same abs you’ve been drooling over and daydreaming about riding for months now is fucking humiliating.
freckles are dotted all over his body like a constellation of bronzed stars had been snatched from the skies and sprinkled across him. your little fingers are trembling when you reach out to gently touch his chest to see if they’d explode like supernova remnants. “you’re pretty,” you whisper softly, unable to hold it in. he’s beautiful.
and across his nose sprouts a coral-pink blush that only makes you cup his face to kiss the bridge of it. you’re whipped over him, but the moment only lasts so long before you’re suddenly being lifted with a squeak and carried down the hall to your bedroom. “why are you so cute, hm?” he plops you down on your soft mattress and follows you so that his body is completely draped over yours once your lips reconnect.
you slip your fingers through teal blue ringlets and curl your toes when he accidentally angles his hips down which only has his cock rubbing against your pussy that aches and drips between your legs. it’s perfect — the angle’s perfect. you have to pull away from his lips just to moan when he does it again.
“fuck — y’like that?” he breathes, watching your pretty face screw up once he rolls his hips and his bulge manages to catch your clit. “mm, you do.”
he grabs you by the backs of your knees and pushes them up. “s-souya.” he lets them go only a second later, presses his hands into the mattress by your sides and keep your legs up and spread with his biceps.
it’s the perfect position for him to start to slowly thrust his hips back and forth, grinding and fucking you into the mattress and you’re already going so stupid, looking up at him like he’s hung every moon and star in the sky tonight with your pretty fingers shoved into your mouth that you use to bite and suck on from being too loud.
“ ‘nngh, souya . . s-souya feels s’good.”
he coo’d, “ooh, i know it does, princess . . feels good for souya, too.”
he’s holding himself back, you can tell when he tilts his head back as the veins in his neck and forearms bulge. you can cum like this and you know he can too, you want him to. “f-faster, souya.”
“baby, i want us to take our time—“ it’s your first time together. he has to get to know your body better, he wants to.
but you’re stubborn and you know how to get what you want, even if that means pulling out a bratty pout and glare, “faster.”
souya stops, sighs, leans down to bury his face into your neck which only has your knees pressing into the mattress and your feet dangling in the air and gives you what you want. his pace builds up slowly — rolls his hips and grinds until they pick up to more gyrates and thrusts until it feels like he’s literally fucking you through both of your barriers of clothing. it’s good, it’s so fucking good.
your moans get choked up in your throat as you’re left watching your pretty feet flap pathetically in the air through blurry eyes as he pins you where he wants you. “oh f-fuck,” you hiccup. “souya — ‘ngh.”
souya starts to slur, his voice still, always so gentle though a bit deeper, more heavier begins to peek through. he starts to speak more through breaths and soft groans, each word he says only drifts straight into your ears to your little brain and renders it more and more dumb. “sloppy, lil’ pussy,” he utters. “s-so fuckin’ wet, sweet girl … can feel you through my pants.”
you wriggle and squirm, dragging angry, red lines down the smooth canvas of his back with sharp, acrylic nails as his bulge rolls into your clit just right. your entire body feels like a sensitive spot. each kiss he gives you, each touch of his fingers on your skin, each grind — you can only take so much.
“pretty lil princess pussy,”
your eyes roll into the back of your head as the edge only draws nearer.
“made jus’ f’me.”
you’re a blubbering mess of sobs and whines as your body writhes underneath souya’s frame upon the first gush of cum pouring out of your pussy. souya lifts up as you’re gasping and piercing your nails into his forearms for something to hold onto to take in your expression — mouth agape, drool dribbling down your cheek, teary eyed. he captures a mental snapshot as something for him to hold onto when he finds himself drifting off into daydreams that almost always contain you.
“felt good, didn’t it?” he softly whispers, pulling his hips back to take a look at the mess between your legs. your shorts are completely ruined — crotch is soaked beyond repair and your inner thighs are shining with slick. “mmm.” souya gives a firm slap to your chubby pussy whose imprint he can now see. “came so much for souya, sweet girl.”
you’re fighting for breath as you wiggle your hips. souya can tell that you’re still so needy, still unsated. “let’s get these off of you, hm?” he waits until you nod before he reaches for your camisole first. you have to sit up a bit for him to lift the fabric up and over your head so that your tits can spill out from beneath it. souya isn’t surprised to see that you’re pretty all over. your shorts are next; he takes his time pulling these off. ever so slowly, inch by inch, until both them and your panties are peeled away and tossed to the carpet and your legs steadily fall apart. you had came so much that a film of your slick had connected both of your thighs together.
“fuck.”
souya groans and pulls you into another kiss, feeling you shuffle up on your knees so that you’re kneeling on the bed in front of him. “touch me,” you sigh sweetly while grabbing his wrist and carefully slipping his hand between your thighs. he understands. he slips his fingers between your lips, puffy and thick, and immediately finds your swollen, little bud. souya wants to touch you, he really does, but he needs you on his tongue. he needs to know if you taste as sweet as you look, if you’d squeeze your thighs around his head if it feels too good, if you’d grip his curls in your tiny hands and pull or let him control the reigns through and through.
and so he falls back onto your bed and forces you to walk up on your knees up his body until they’re above his shoulders and your cunt is only inches away from his mouth. you’re shy; you nibble on your fingernail and stare down into lidded, blue eyes, “s-souya, are you sure—“
“—shh shh, baby, just c’mon,” he squeezes your ass and feasts his sight on your pretty pussy. “jus’ take a seat . . mhm, that’s it.”
you have his eyes closing in bliss at the first taste of your juices on his tongue. his cock jumps in his pants which he chooses to ignore to only focus on wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. your lips are so thick, too thick, that he has to keep them spread apart with his thumbs just to get access to it. “oh god,” you whimper, feeling his hands pressing into the front of your thighs and pushing. you’re confused at what he’s doing for a moment until he’s urging you to literally take a seat onto his face so you’re no longer standing on your knees and that your pussy is completely swathed by his mouth.
your head falls back as the feel of his tongue, long and warm, pushing past your drippy hole and inside where he attempts to coax out more of your nectar and swallow every single drop you give him. “souya . . souya, souya!” you mewl pathetically, hips starting to rotate and rock back and forth along the surface of his tongue he lays out on display for you.
for how nice and sweet he always is to you, he eats you out without one fuck about your physical well being given. he doesn’t care if you start to shake and tremble and cry ‘cause it’s too much. he grips you by the hips, keeps you still, and loudly slurps along your clit until the little bud feels like it’s chafed raw. chin wet and eyes glinting with smug pride, he looks up at you and you look down at him and you already feel the twisting band in your core tightening to apprise you of your second orgasm tonight.
but souya doesn’t let that happen. he lets your clit go with a loud, wet smacking sound, tilts your body in doing so you fall onto your back and so that he can lift up and slip above you, in between your legs. “suck.”
he traces your lips with his fingers prior to slipping his middle and ring past them and onto your tongue. you suck them as if it were his cock — curling and slipping your tongue between the spaces of them, drooling, and slurping, getting his pretty, silver rings all messy. souya pushes them a little past your throat to feel and watch you choke. “filthy,” he whispers when he slips them out to tap your clit.
he doesn’t tease you, doesn’t think he can when he wants you this bad. he slips his middle finger inside first, not shocked when you tense and grip on tight to his shoulders because, fuck, you were tight. “poor thing,” he coo’s, massaging your thigh. “relax f’me . . mhm, there you go.”
the digit bottoms out with a loud squelch. your thighs clench around his slim hips when he starts to stroke it in and out, getting you to loosen up before his ring finger’s following. your mouth drops at the feeling; his fingers are slender and long, they reach deeper than what yours can and you’re positive that he manages to find your g-spot for the first time when he curls them and your body convulses.
he smiles upon your lips, “right there?”
you can hardly speak, let alone breathe when he picks up a quick rhythm that has your cunt squelching and slurping around its intrusion. your eyes, unfocused and glimmering with unshed tears, look up into his, “n-never . . never felt this good before, souya.”
your confession absolutely warms his entire heart. how sweet of you, how precious of you. “no?” his head tilts as the skin between his brows gather. “well, that’s upsetting to hear, princess. you should always feel this good. y’tellin’ me no one’s made you cum before?”
he’s speaking to you as if he’s asking about the weather, as if he isn’t knuckle deep inside of you. your back arches when the pad of his fingers massage that special, little spot inside of you again, “nuh-uh,” your voice has risen several octaves higher. “j-just you, just you.”
something about that makes souya break. he pulls his fingers out, sucks them clean, and undoes his belt. you help him out of his pants and grey, tom ford briefs, kicking them off the bed to the floor, and with his cock right between your legs, tip only centimeters away from your clit, you’re aware that cameras really hadn’t done him justice.
he’s prettier than you recall, crown flushed pink when he pulls the extra layer of skin back. “shit, lemme see.”
you let him push in close so that he can lay his dick over your tummy with his balls pressed against your cunt, sizing it up. your breath hitches when you see that he reaches a few inches past your belly button. “you’re little, baby,” his voice sounds both amazed and concerned. “think it’ll fit?”
you nod, “mhm.” you’ll make it fit.
but still, souya’s apprehensive — he’s scared of breaking you, he doesn’t want to see you in pain, even if it is just for a second. so you let him drip a trill of spit from his pretty lips down onto your clit where he uses his fingers to lubricate them with it and your slick before he’s pushing them in again. “s-souya, please—“ you want him . . horribly.
however he’s just shaking his head and forcing one of your legs up higher so that he can watch your soft walls drag across the length of his digits each time he pulls them out. “be a good girl for me, ( ♡ ).”
he only ever says your whole name when he’s upset or serious, so you know to only whine and keep still, letting him push in a third finger. “ooh, look at that,” he whispers, entranced by your cunt. “jus’ swallowin’ me up, makin’ me a mess, aren’t you, beautiful?”
it’s a slow process that ultimately feels bittersweet. you want more, but you can’t deny that this feels good, too. when he’s scissors you open enough, you watch him pull his fingers out, lift both your legs and slip his cock between your lips. “o-oh,” your mouth falls agape when he starts to slowly rock his hips.
“that’s it,” he breathes, fingers pressing into your jolting hips that shudder each time his tip bumps your clit. “mmm.”
his precum is leaking steadily and mixes loudly with the mix of cum, saliva, and slick smeared all over your pussy. “souya,” your back arches and eyes snap shut. you can cum like this. the pressure of it all feels just right.
“pretty fuckin’ pussy.”
he sinks into you when you least expect it. your eyes quickly bulge back open and it feels like words are stuck in your throat as you’re left staring, mouth agape at his cock slowly pushing inside of you, inch by inch. “a-awe.” souya’s entire body trembles once he reaches the hilt. the way your pussy stretches and pulses around him is vulgar — squelchy, bubblegum pink walls working in tandem to massage and suck in all he gives, greedy for more. his fist doesn’t compare, his fleshlight doesn’t even come close. “oh fuck.”
you’re already so dumb.
when he slowly pulls out halfway and pushes back in, a cute, pathetic squeak leaves your mouth as you reach for his shoulders to hold onto. silvery, pale moonlight shines against your skin, bathing you in an iridescent glow. souya finds himself kissing you, unable to help it as he carefully begins to move. “so fuckin’ pretty,” he whispers into your gasping mouth. “drive me crazy, baby . . all these months, for so long.”
your squeaks and hiccups spring from your mouth in time with his thrusts. he makes you wrap your legs around his waist, holds them together by your ankles behind him with one hand, cups the back of your head with his other, and starts to fuck you the way you deserve to be — fast, nice, and deep.
you’re a teary faced mess. you can feel him nudging the barrier of your cervix and your toes curl from the mix of overwhelming pain and pleasure that has your ears ringing. “s-shit,” you sob out, little hands gathering into frustrated fists. “souya, please.”
“please what?” he asks breathless, a cocky smile playing on his lips.
the man above you is . . different. he knows what he’s doing — only your first time together and he already knows how to play your body like a fiddle. you try to glare at him, but you’re left to melt into his arms when he suddenly pushes in deep and rolls his hips to massage his crown against that tender bud of nerves. “oh my god.”
“i know,” he murmurs. “i know, baby.”
you don’t need to tell him. he knows you feel good, can see it in the way your eyes roll back and how tight you hold him. he adores you. “takin’ me so good.” you both look down between you to watch his cock, glossy with your juices, push in and out of your sloppy pussy. “that’s it . . . fuck.”
you’re sniffling when he pulls out, slips from the bed to stand at the foot, and pull you closer by your leg. he’s grinning at you over his bottom lip, eyebrows lifted. “c’mere. flip over for me.”
he’s going to kill you, you’re sure of it. but, you do as told and dip in your back to form a deep arch. souya could’ve almost came from the sight alone. “shit,” he whines with you when he pushes in again, it’s like the first time all over. he doesn’t think he can be careful with you in this position, he doesn’t want to.
to his surprise though, you start to pull your hips away until the tip is only sheathed then drop back down and it’s his turn for his eyes to roll back into his head. the meat of your ass ripples from the impact of his pelvis hitting it and he can’t help but grab a nice handful of it for him to hold onto while you fuck him. “j-jus’ like that,” his head falls back. “fuck.”
you moan when he starts to meet you halfway; one of his hands glide up the length of your back to grab you by the front of your throat and forces you to lift you up on your hands. “a-awe!” your eyebrows furrow and eyes snap shut when he starts to pound into you, nice and hard, letting your pussy squelch and drip around him, down his balls to the duvet. his grip around your throat tightens, making your inhales thin and strained, but it’s all so good.
you grip the comforter tight and keep still, feeling him lift a leg, place his foot on the frame of your bed and starts to drill into you. your breath gets choked up and your arms give out from underneath you, just when he lets you go so that you can fall back into your arch while dragging in a big breath, “s-sou’ — ah! ‘mcumming’mcumming!”
it hits you hard. you’re entire body shakes underneath his when he bows over you to groan and fuck you through it, never letting up his pace. warm tears slip down the softness of your cheeks when his arm curls around your waist so that his fingers can tap and swirl your little clit around and ‘round, “gimme one more,” he breathes into your shoulder. “one more, pretty girl.”
how someone who almost had a fit upon seeing you with a bandaid on your arm one day from nipping your skin while shaving goes from that to purposely wracking havoc on your sensitive body just to watch you cry? you don’t know. souya’s a walking juxtaposition that you’re still not sure of how to approach or understand. “souya, i can’t,” you’re sobbing and reaching for his forearm, but he’s shushing you quietly and you love when he does that — when he coo’s and tells you ‘he knows’ and how the condescension tip toes a line of sweet gentleness.
“for me, baby? for souya? you can do that, i know you can,” he whispers while his cock practically rearranges your organs.
and you give in, even if you do whimper and bury your face into the comforter. “for you,” you sniff and pout. you’ll do it for him. “j-jus’ for you.”
he’s smiling. you can feel it against your skin. “that’s my girl.”
and so he pulls out, flips you back over, and pushes your legs up until your knees are leveled with your shoulders. you’re able to see the lewd way of how meanly your pussy sucks back in his cock, as if she were mad he even pulled out in the first place, how a ring of cream gathers at the base of it, how your tummy bulges with each push of him inside. your eyes cross on their own accord and you’re left to only hold onto souya’s wrists, nails digging little moons into his skin.
souya looks . . mean above you. his face reminds you of the time you first met — eyebrows furrowed, lips folded into his mouth, with his pretty curls jumping in time with his own rhythm.
you’re cumming again.
just from looking at his pretty face, at the back of your mind you wonder just how whipped you really are for this man.
souya seems surprised, but if anything, your orgasm only pushes him towards his own. his jaw clicks, “f-fuck,” his voice sounds strained. “baby, can i cum inside? can souya cum inside you?”
“yes!” you hiccup and curl your toes, needy for it. “p-please. wanna feel it, souya.”
his ‘o’ face is … beautiful, you think. you’ve seen it a dozen times on screen, however in front of you, pixels don’t capture the way the veins in his neck and forearm strain when his head tilts back, how tight he holds you, how the cutest, little whimpers trill inside the back of his throat. “ohhh fuck,” he whines, gyrating his hips in slow circles as his dick jerks and pulses inside you at each jet of cum he releases. “w-why do you feel so good?”
you giggle tiredly and massage his tensed arms with your hands until he’s releasing a large breath, relaxing, and lowering his head to fix you with a spent grin. “. . . shit,” is all he murmurs, voice lower than usual. he pulls out slow and you reach down to part your lips with your index and middle finger, watching him lean his head down to look at your pussy. “push it out f’me, baby.”
you clench and relax so that warm globs of pearly white cum can start to dribble from your hole and down to your perineum. the feeling makes you shiver. the sight makes souya release a breath of shock. “damn.” he dips his fingers in and you squeal and tense up.
“souya!”
he catches your pretty pout and leans down to kiss it off your lips. “sorry,” a blush spreads across his cheeks. “can’t help it.”
you nuzzle deep into his chest when he lays down and pulls you into him. “sleepy?” he asks quietly. you nod. you’re exhausted. you haven’t fucked anyone in almost a year, you forgot how tiring it actually is. and coupled with having three, soul stirring orgasms, you’re completely done for the night. “okay,” souya kisses your head. “. . . is it cool if i stay the night?”
“oh my god,” you groan. “duh, souya.”
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learning to love is … frightening.
or so, you had thought. loving souya is easy, it comes easy. it doesn’t hit you out of no where like the movies portray, it’s a slow wave of emotion that has you brushing your teeth alongside him and catching his eye through the mirror one day and feeling your heart warm when he gives you a foamy, eye scrunching smile around his toothbrush.
you feel it in the way you talk to him, always so soft and gently. the way you touch him, when you tuck some curls behind his ears as if they were finely woven of gold so you can somehow get a clearer look of his face, the way you look at him.
and you feel the way he loves you, too. when he wraps his arms around your waist while you’re cooking and plops his chin on your shoulder, never needing to say anything — just submerging himself in your comfort. he had told you he’d been diagnosed with insomnia about a year back, but around you, his arms’ll be holding you nice and close with his face buried into your tummy before he’s asleep within a minute. you love him and he absolutely loves you, too.
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fuck me roomie ?!
c shuji hanma. rindou haitani & souya kawata.
here’s my content masterlist (੭˃̵ᴗ˂̵)੭ !
tw minors do not interact—fem reader. teasing. unprotected sex. cervix fucking? oral ( giving ). handjob.
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the lingering gaze that follows your long-legged strides across the room, attempting to clean the mess of your shared home—it was wordlessly cute at how pouty you’d get when you’d find more and more article of clothing that should be residing in hanma’s closet.
“you’re so messy.” you mutter, a grimace following as it contrasts to the smug grin that comes from your roommate. “this is getting ridiculous.”
honestly, he can’t help his small habit that happens to irk you. your expressions were just too sweet for him to pass up and besides.. who were you to talk? your own panties were now thrown somewhere on the couch as your face was currently buried into a decorative pillow.
maybe your panties could be a new decor to the place too!
his hips snapped against yours, pulling endless amounts of moans and whines that were muffled in the material of the pillow. matching your own set of heaving breaths, his hand settles on the front of your hip with his fingers extending to reach your cunt—circling your throbbing clit, earning a clench around his cock.
“you’re so wet.” hanma coos, pressing kisses onto the nape of your neck as he slows down his thrusts for you to feel every rigid vein and curve of his cock. he leans forward to whisper into your ear, mocking you. “it’s getting ridiculous.”
not minding any of his teases other than cock that stretches your insides, your concerns about the mess was no more.
after all, most of it would be yours real soon.
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rindou finds you distracting.
very.. very distracting.
his brother was the one to find him a roommate, a replacement for him but now that he’s been living with you for the past month—he now thinks that his brother chose you with the purpose of riling him up and considering he should thank him..
he also wants nothing to do with you for that exact reason.
“i think we should establish some rules.” rindou starts, standing before you as he attempts to keep his gaze away from your bare thighs. your head knocks against the couch cushion, trying to hear him out but your want to sleep was catching up to you. “are you even..? hey—”
he pulls at your wrist to pull you up steady and you yawn before batting your lashes. “help me stay up, rin?”
you didn’t know what you implied with that but his tactic seemed to work—holding your ankle over his shoulder as he slid his cock past your folds. he has a hand at your jaw, tilting you towards him and motioning to meet tongues with him. it’s messy, there’s drool escaping your mouths but neither of you find it in you to care.
he comes to pull away, hissing when your nails carve into his skin but he doesn’t stop his fast maneuvers from pounding into your cunt. rindou adjusts your position and his angle makes the head of his cock meet your g-spot, forcing a sob out of you.
“you.. you better stay awake after this.” he grits.
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“you know.. you’re really cute.” you admit, watching angry halt at your words.
his hand comes down back to the table to drop his utensil before returning to hide the rosy tint that adorns his cheekbones. he’s been roommates with you for a couple of weeks now and for the first time, this was the closest he’s been to you and he now wants to run.
because you’re so pretty and.. alluring? it overwhelms him and it’s not like he has his brother to hide behind—no, he has to face you.
“mhm,” you confirm with a hum, leaning forward as he backs into his chair. swallowing nervously at the way your tank-top reveals your cleavage. “can i show you how cute you are?”
there was no shame in the way he whimpered in his seat, legs spreaded with you in between them with his hardened cock in your mouth. swallowing his length and tracing the veins that decorate him before coming back up to his pink tip with a ‘pop’. your ministrations don’t pause there, setting your tongue to run through the slit to gather the oozing precum.
he squeezes his eyes, mumbling small praises under his breath—swearing that he’s about to come. with that information, you smile before retreating your mouth from his cock and he whines while frantically peering down at you for answers but they close back up when your hand squeezes him, pumping him in your palm from the base to the top and you pout. “can’t cum until i say so.”
he fish-mouths for a bit, trying to find the words to argue but your hand pumps him much faster.
making him spill a little too soon.
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michヽ( ´O`)ゞ: no reposting, modifying, or translating!
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missyandthemisfits · 25 days
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Souya & Nahoya Accidentally Fattening Up Their Wife (Separately Ofc)
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I can’t stop thinking about how Nahoya and Souya would both unintentionally cause their beautiful newly wed wife to gain weight because the food is just THAT good. In Nahoya’s case, he knows he’s a damn great cook and he’s showing off to get his ego stroked along with something else a little later ;) Souya genuinely just adores spoiling you but also has quite a few things he wants you to try before he even considers adding it to the restaurant menu, your opinion is EVERYTHING. Nahoya’s gonna tease you a little because you did marry a bully and at the same time he can’t keep his hands off your ass because WOW it’s lookin really nice lately. Souya notices it surely but only chuckles lovingly as you complain about your favorite dress being tight, assuring you that you’re gorgeous no matter what size you are. Honestly, neither of them realizes they’re more attracted to chubbier girls until the next time they see you naked which is, without a doubt, the single most beautiful sight either has ever seen. 
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acronampy · 8 months
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You blow them a kiss
He catches it with his hand, kisses it, and throws it at you. (he expects you to catch it)
Mikey, Smiley, Kazutora
He comes up to you, kisses you, and then runs away.
Draken, Mitsuya, Inui, Kokonoi, baji
He gets flustered, face so red. just waves and walks away, not knowing what to do
Chifuyu, Angry, Takemitchi, Shinichiro, Hakkai
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sednas · 2 years
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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐒
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// not smut for once //
⠀ૈ☆ mikey, draken, chifuyu, kazutora, mitsuya, hanma, kisaki, baji, smiley, angry x gn!reader
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𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘's eyes slowly fall on the spot where your hand just touched his, a little and almost unnoticeable smile is spreading on his face. he’s going to think about it for months.
𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 almost stops what he’s currently doing but manages to keep a straight face. he says nothing and quietly keeps doing his task, eyes gazing back at you without really wanting to, and smiling when he sees you quickly looking away from him.
𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀 immediately raises his eyes to look at you with a small smile. “sorry…” he quietly apologizes when in reality he’s trying to contain his smile and his suddenly happy tone. despite his efforts, the glint of excitement in his eyes can’t be missed.
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐘𝐔 looks at your face right after his hand brushed yours, his cheeks growing in a cute shade of pink while embarrassment can be read on your face too. the worse is, you both say nothing, you just keep staring at each other until one of you finally breaks eye contact.
𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈 blushes the SECOND his hand touches yours. he almost let out a gasp, anxiously looking at your face to see your reaction. once he sees that you’re flustered too he literally runs away, pretending that chifuyu is calling him.
𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 isn't subtle about it. his eyes shoot wide open and he withdraws his hand the second yours touches his. “SORRY.” he didn't mean to shout, but he felt electricity running over his arm and he panicked.
𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 plays it cool, he doesn't remove his hand and even lean into your touch a little, smiling at you when he hears you say sorry.
𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘.exe has stopped working. he freezes, a blush spreading quickly over his whole face. his skin feels hot from where you touched him, he wants more. poor boy is touch starved.
𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 grins while looking at you. “you know if you want to touch me you can just ask baby.” this little shit was waiting for this.
𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈 immediately gets into a truck and runs over you <3
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znitsamluv · 2 months
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Could you hcs for baji, smiley and angry with a gf that loves leaving subtle marks that just shouts they're taken (not in the weird way)
Like for example whenever she wears lipstick, she'd kiss the collar of their uniform so it would leave a stain, at the back of their hand, etc
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Taken
• I apologize for the long wait , I changed it a little bit so I hope you don't mind and enjoy it
Warning: mention of gang fights but nothing detailed
Character: Angry , Smiley , Baji
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Baji
• Baji pretty much gets into fights for a reason or without, so he always ends up tearing his hair ties , but now he has you as his lovely girlfriend that would give him hair ties willingly ( he was going to tackle you and take your accessory box so you saved yourself some trouble)
• Sometimes it is hairbands or scrunchies but either way when anyone sees him they know he is taken , and he is actually proud about it .
• Every time he succeeds in taking a new hair accessory he brags about it , going around in Toman meetings saying how nice of you to give him your hello kitty themed hair ties.
• your favorite is when some girls try to talk to him by opening up a conversation about how cute his hairband is but it actually cuts them like knife when he says it is yours and the conversation turns completely about you since Baji is a bragger.
• Baji is really oblivious but it fills you with pride how he open about showing he is taken, with talking about you or by walking around wearing a hair accessory that belongs to you.
• would go absolutely feral in a fight if his opponent managed to take whatever he was wearing at the time , may their soul rest In peace.
• Comes back in a sour mood ( he knows you are going to give him another one either way) until you give in and give him another hair tie ( you bought a new stash and keeps it in secret so he can always count on you)
Smiley
• it started at first as an accident, going in to kiss him but he gets distracted and looks away so the kiss ends on his collar.
• He didn't want to wash it even though you told him he should he said he would take it as a good luck charm .
•and surprisingly he would think like that from that day on , going to you to stain his collar with lipstick before any fight and you would gladly do.
• cocky af around toman members, won't hesitate to throw hands the moment someone makes fun of it .
• Angry have to take the shirt to clean it when smiley is sleeping so he doesn't have to catch those hands .
• Passive aggressive king , would be beating someone and then ask them what they think about the stain , if he liked their answer he will try to be more gentle with them (they end up in the hospital either way ).
• whenever angry gets injured more than smiley the only logical answer smiley has is because he doesn't have an amazing girlfriend that will give him good luck kiss like you do .
Angry
• Angry is soft by nature but with you he is like a cloud at this point , you pointed out many times how you don't like when girls come up to talk to him and no matter how many times he rejects them politely he knows where you are coming from and he thinks about a way to make you feel less mad at him .
• so the best solution to ease your mind was to get a bracelet with your name on it , you didn't ask him to do it he just showed up one day with it and blushed when you mentioned it.
• He would treat it like his most favorite possession , he also wears it all the time even while sleeping.
• And again he doesn't do that because you asked him to he does it because he genuinely love you and feels happy to know he can have something to remind him of you.
• smiley would tease him on a daily basis but only lightly since he knows how Angry cherishes you and he doesn't want Angry to feel embarrassed.
• usually in fights he puts it in his pocket so it doesn't tear up while fighting but one time he forgot to do it and the beads flew everywhere.... Let's just say Angry made sure whoever ruined his previous bracelet was unrecognizable.
•Angry would be in a bad mood since he couldn't save all the beads he only found some and the first syllable of your name.
• would go to you sad and apologize even though he has nothing to apologize for .
• the next day you surprised him with a necklace you handmade with the beads he saved and added more to make it a necklace , you also made one for yourself too with Angry's name , now everyone knows both of you belong to each other easily.
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cannellee · 1 month
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I'm always giggling and kicking my feet when you post....
How would souya and nahoya[and any other character you want!] Would react to their omega, who always has a RBF[resting bitch face]? But only smiles at them but quickly changes back to their rbf when someone else comes around?
TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆
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alpha! tokyo revengers x omega! reader (pairing: kazutora, smiley, angry, shinichiro)
— their reactions to an omega with a resting bitch face
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(hope you'll like it!!)
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ALPHA! KAZUTORA
he feels immensely privileged. yes, please keep smiling at him only, make that adorable expression of yours only when he's here.
it feels surreal, you might not even realise it, but knowing you only greet him warmly gives him a surge of confidence and pride.
he's the one who can make you smile, he's the one you shamelessly smile at when all the others are met with a frown.
he loves to play with it, teasing you for it. he'll call you, watching you whip your head into his direction, and suddenly your eyes are big and bright, a shy blush across your cheeks and a merry scent enveloping you.
he's desperate for that sort of special affection. he's particularly content that he's sure your usual scowl will drive other alphas away, usually preferring to turn to more accessible looking omegas. little do they know you're the sweetest, but lucky for him, kazutora is the only one who is able to see past your shut face.
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ALPHA! ANGRY
he has a hard time getting accustomed to that expression of yours. always worrying if you're feeling alright, if someone did something wrong which would've caused that death stare you always seem to have.
he'll cautiously ask you if everything is alright, his eyes widening at how fast your face changed.
you didn't do it on purpose, you knew people's first impression of you was bad. they thought you were mean, unapproachable. but really, none of that was true. and angry, as kind as he is, was one of the few who dared befriend you.
he was always so soft and gentle, you soon found yourself chasing his warmth more than you can think.
discovering you was amusing. seeing how he was the one to who could elicit such rare and genuine expressions from you felt great, he felt proud, a sense of exclusivity growing on him.
he would try then to bring them up as much as possible, wishing for him to always be the one to spark such positive reactions from you.
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ALPHA! SMILEY
when smiley first met you, he was intrigued as to why you hide behind such an indifferent facade. he might even have seen it as a challenge, to carefully peel the layers of your personality.
omegas were usually so friendly, welcoming and cheerful. you were a curious one, he couldn't help but want to know more about you.
after spending more time together, per smileys insistence, he noticed you felt more comfortable with him, and that he was the one who knew better what could bring you joy.
the first time it happened was after school. you were waiting for him, as usual, when a group of people started talking to you, seemingly trying to appease their curiosity about your proximity with smiley.
you however, stayed neutral, people misinterpreting your lack of expression as disinterest.
smiley joined you, and soon after, you flashed him a huge smile, big doe eyes looking up at him from where you were sitting. he loved it. he didn't think a smile could make him swoon the way yours did, especially after seeing it so much. but the exclusivity you granted him felt too great for him not to feel anything.
he'll tease you about it obviously, but he'll always remind you how much he likes that sense of connection with you, cherishing every moment with you.
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ALPHA! SHINICHIRO
stop or you'll make this man cry.
you never talked about it out loud, but your smiles are clearly reserved for you alpha, and he couldn't feel more blessed.
this fact alone would pressure him even more into being a good alpha for you. you rely on him so much, and seeing that you trust him enough that you're willing to break your facade is a huge thing in shinichiro's mind.
he finds it amusing how quick you are to change your face whenever someone comes in. shinichiro feels like it's a gift you're only sharing with him.
your smiles are precious and he feels a rush of affection whenever you offer him his favourite happy face. he values those moments together and cherishes the opportunity he has to see you with your guard down.
he doesn't see your behaviour as a barrier, but others do. that's why you reciprocally feel so thankful for the attention and love he gives you.
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chochuuya · 5 months
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soft and random headcanons with toman!
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⤹ mikey is the type of guy to be more vulnerable and get clingy with you when he's sick. he would also wouldn't mind if you do your skincare with and on him.
⤹ draken is the type of guy that would put your head on his shoulder when he notices that you're sleeping. he would act annoyed and even call you an idiot, but there is no denying that there is a sheepish smile on his face ><
⤹ chifuyu is the type of guy that would listen to all the drama that you have.. and might be even more angry that you are hehe.
⤹ baji is the type of guy that would try so hard to make dinner for the both of you.. but then he would burn the food and walks with his head down, sobbing.
⤹ mitsuya is the type of guy that has social media but his presence is almost nonexistent. why? because he only uses it to post you or his crafts on it and to message the gang.
⤹ kazutora is the type of guy who would write you love letters and buy you chocolates or flowers for no reason (he's too shy to say).
⤹ smiley is the type of guy that would say "oh me? thanks." or "i know i am." confidently when you compliment something cute.
⤹ angry is the type of guy that would wuss out 5 times before he decides to confess to you properly. you're his weakness!
⤹ takemichi is the type of guy that would send 10+ notifications to you, trying to get his words across because he keeps making typos and spelling mistakes.
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darlingbabyboo · 3 months
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hiii! (^o^)/
Dunno if your requests are open but if they are, would you mind sharing some of your hcs of what dating Souya would be like?
(Btw your writing stye is like so nice it's like sunbeams peaking out on a cloudy day, warm and enchanting to look at! ((o(*>ω<*)o)) )
'My Adorable Angry Boy...'
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Summary: so what's it like dating one of the famed Kawata twins?
Notes: Requests are always open! And this is so nice 😭 Being compared to sun beams is such an honour omg!!!
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Okay, so first we have to get into how you two first started dating
So how did your great love story begin?
Incredibly awkwardly to be honest
You two attended the same school but Angry had absolutely no idea how to confess to you
So he would just watch from his seat, not aware of how he's burning holes through your head
He cares, really, he's just a little stupid
Smiley is the one that really started the relationship
He was tired of how awkward y'all were and was just like, if I don't do it, no one will
"Listen, he doesn't hate you, he's a dumbass who doesn't know how to confess."
"W-What???" You look at the boy who's been burning holes through your head, the new information barely sinking in. Angry spares a small glance at you, before turning red and glaring at his brother.
"Smiley!" He exclaims.
The orange-haired gremlin only smiles wider, "you'll thank me for this later."
Everyone say thank you Smiley
After the awkwardness at first, you two do form a beautiful relationship
Angry is actually the sweetest boyfriend ever though
He's considerate in a way you would not believe
He will remember everything about you, making sure that you're always number 1
Don't worry if everyone else has forgotten about your birthday, Angry already got your back
"Souya, you didn't have to do all this!" You cover your mouth as you see your house completely transformed, streamers, banners, and everything bedazzled to the highest degree. In the middle, he sits on the table, with a homemade cake. Your eyes start to tear up "thank you so much."
Your boyfriend looks off to the side, the compliment making him turn red. "It's no problem, it's what you deserve."
And even if he's on the shyer side (especially compared to his brother), he won't be afraid of speaking up for you
If someone is bothering you, he won't be afraid to grab his brother and roll up to their house
It pays to have a delinquent boyfriend sometimes
"What's wrong with- hey!"
"This the asshole?" Smiley questions, fist crumpling around his collar.
Angry nods and narrows his eyes, "it's him."
The asshole holds up his hand, "hey, I don't know what you think I did, but I promise that you got the wrong guy."
Angry shakes his head, "no, I think I'm looking at the right guy." He sneers and cracks his knuckles, "this will teach you for harassing my girl."
He will not let anyone mess with his baby
Nicknames- I feel like Angry would be into soft/sophisticated, things like darling, honey, sweetheart
He's also a little insecure though, so be patient with him
He loves his brother more than anything but he also has to live in his shadow constantly, and sometimes it can sting.
"Souya, hun, are you okay?"
All the words he wants to say die on his tongue, only able to shake his head.
"Don't worry Souya, I won't leave you." You crawl into his lap, curling around him. He embraces you, sinking his head into your shoulders.
It's all he needs right now.
Angry is one of the sweetest guys in Tokyo Revengers, and anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend.
Can we share?
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milkywaydrabbles · 6 months
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Can I request a sencario with #37 (overetimulation) with souya for kinktober?❤️ nothing better than a super sensitive or needy souya.
Can't wait to see how you write him🥹
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A/N: I took my night night meds so I am falling ASLEEP as I write this omg but I think this turned out okay! This was the first time writing for him so I'm not sure if I captured him correctly or if it's wildly OOC. Please let me know how you feel about it! MWUAH (PS I had to go back and read the last chp. because TR wiki wouldn't just tell me what the gd twins did when they were older god)
Overstimulation x Kawata Souya
The twins had hired you months ago, when their ramen shop picked up in popularity and they found themselves needing extra hands around the restaurant to assist with front of house duties. They went through interview after interview, candidates either not fit for the job or those who were too scared of Angry to stay longer than a week. It was frustrating, he was trying--it wasn’t his fault he had a natural scowl. Angry would only try to help the newcomers, giving them helpful tips and tricks on how to do something easier, or learn all the soup bases. Everyone took it as scolding, not willing to look past his demeanor and listen. And then you came along. A bit quiet, but level headed and kind. You’d worked in an izakaya before this, needing something not as aggressive--your temperament couldn’t handle the drunks for long periods of time.
Nahoya liked you immediately, glancing over to his twin who said nothing a majority of the interview and just stared. He couldn’t help but snicker once you left, rustling his hair while he earned a glare from the younger twin. You were eager, starting off strong but noticing you needed some help with memorizing all the bases. Souya had hoped his brother would take over and just help you instead, he wasn’t ready for another runner. Instead, you had personally asked him for his help, wringing your hands together as you nervously waited for his response. He helped as normal, though his angry demeanor was still present it never scared you off. You listened diligently, smiling at him with each trick he had up his sleeve. After you learned your way around the shop easier, the conversations flowed easily between the two. Sure, Nahoya would give his input here and there--but he saw the way his brother would look at you. Really look at you. He’d tease him whenever he knew you weren’t listening and kept on his way. The twins would try to send you home early here and there, give you a break from the long hours of the restaurant, but you’d simply smile and shake your head. “I like it here.” You’d reply, turning over to Souya, eyes softening. “I’d rather be here.” 
He confessed to you a few weeks later, and the rest was history.
Now he had you under him, writhing in pleasure and whimpering his name. The room was filled with pants and the squeaking of the bed underneath you, air heavy with the smell of sex. Souya had filled you up with his cum earlier in the night, but he couldn’t help himself and keep fucking into you. “So-oouya, s’go-ood” You whimpered against the pillows, clawing at the headboard with each hump against you. Angry couldn’t help himself, not when you were working so hard at the shop today. You looked so good, diligent in your work, making sure everything was running so smooth with him today. Nahoya had to take the day off, feeling a bit under the weather. But you made sure everything was kept under control, dealing with all the customers and making sure Souya had help when he needed it. He was practically on you the second you both crossed his door. “A-ah, fuck, you feel so good, angel--fuckfuckfuck, pussy’s so good.” His arms were on either side of you, fucking into you harder, his cum squishing around him oozing on the sides. “Can’t--aah, can’t hold on-fuck” Souya clenched his jaw holding in a whine while he came inside of you again, stilling while he filled up your creamy pussy. He panted, catching his breath before pulling out and fucking into you again. You whined underneath him, already feeling so full of him. 
“Sososo good, honey, pussy so good” He was slurring his words together, fucked out and losing control. Souya was drunk off the feeling of your cunt, whimpering when you clenched around him with the praise. He knew he should stop, he’d already came twice and his cock was becoming sensitive. But he was still rock hard, and the way your ass rippled each time he pummeled into you looked too good for him to stop. The younger twin became noisy when he got like this--nothing else on his mind except his beautiful darling girl underneath him crying and full of his cum. “Feel so good, nngh, such a good baby” He whined, face relaxing enough for his nose to scrunch up and tears prickle at the corners of his eyes--his cock was aching, the feeling of your gooey walls overstimulating him in the best way possible. But he wasn’t done yet. Souya had pressed his chest onto your back, turning you so he could fuck you on his side. A hand snaked in front to rub your clit, fucking you from the back with vigor. You couldn’t help the sob that escaped your lips, tightening your core around his dick when he rubbed you like that. “S-Souya, g’na cum again, m’g’na cum.” You repeated, whining when you felt your orgasm come crashing over you. Your legs trembled, but his pace kept up just a brutal. You closed your legs, trying to retreat but Angry just kept fucking into you. “S’too muuuch” You whined, but he never let up. “Ca-haa-can’t stop, honey, feels good.” You knew he was just as overstimulated, you could hear it in his shaky voice, thick with tears and the sniffling behind you. His cum was sticky on your ass and the fronts of his thighs, webbing and sticking on your skin with each pull. It kept you connected to him, pulling apart each time his hips weren’t on yours. “Gonna cum again, oh fuck, gonna cum again.” Thick sob bubbled in his throat as his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down, grinding himself deeper into your cunt--you felt his tip kissing at your cervix, and it felt like he was in your throat. 
The two of you stayed connected, and sticky, nothing put panting messes until he swallowed and rubbing circles into your stomach. “Are you..okay?” He murmured, embarrassed. Souya really could never believe you were with someone like him, so it took a lot for him to acknowledge that you were still around after sex. He felt you nod against him, legs still quaking from the strength of your orgasm. “Mhm” you turned in his arms, feeling him slip out with more of his gooey cum oozing out. You hitched your leg onto his hip, uncaring of the mess below you. “Are you?” 
Bashful, his face turned a pretty shade of pink as he nodded in return, scowl slowly returning to his features. “I’ll clean you up, just stay here okay? Have to make sure you’re okay.”
Kawata Souya was a lot of things. But ‘angry’ was never one of them. Not with you.
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atarathegreat · 5 months
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Gaming With Souya Tokyo Revengers
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Souya knew it wasn't really his place to be jealous, you hadn't done anything wrong. It wasn't your fault that Nahoya had invited the two of you to a family dinner, and it wasn't your fault that Nahoya was a hugger. You'd offered to help your boyfriends brother cook as the man had been cooking all day at the ramen shop, and Nahoya had hugged you as thanks. You'd helped serve plates, earning another grateful hug. Souya watched hug after hug after hug, and you could only smile. What else did he expect you to do? Souya was elated that you were a part of his family, even without being married, and he was even more happy that you and his twin got along so well. So why was he so, so bothered by it?
He sighed into his mic, "I don't know, Slayer. I think I might be over reacting."
One of the few things he could do when he was upset was play games. Normally he'd offer to play with you, but he didn't even want to try having the conversation with you. Though, who was he to try and stop you from eavesdropping? Especially when you looked pretty staring up at him with your wide doe eyes.
"Nah, man, I think you should bring it up to her. Maybe she'll say she wants a threesome!" xxPussySlayerxx, a stupid name to a man who sounded like he was three beers in at a frat party, "Dude, when I tell you that all chicks wanna be fucked by a guy and his twin, you better believe me!"
Or what? Souya wanted to ask, his old delinquent habits kicking in for a moment, pausing only as you left soft licks to his exposed tip. He glanced down at you, flashing a quick smile before responding to his friend, "Don't even say that. Me and my brother already look alike..."
You knew Souya was insecure about him and Nahoya looking alike, afraid that it meant you liked Nahoya in the same way you liked Souya. A soft hum vibrated his shaft, you wanted his attention, and he wasn't giving it to you. The way his fingers tightened on his controller wasn't missed by your eyes, the opposite, it showed you that you were at least a part of his focus. Air hissed between his teeth as you pressed your tongue flat against him and he glared down at you when you reached up and tapped his hands. Despite his nickname, he couldn't be angry with you. Not when you were so pretty wrapped around his cock and smiling as best you could.
"Dude! That's more evidence that she just might want both of you!" The loser was cheering, and it was starting to grate on the beautiful image Souya had of you and the way you were nestled between his knees, your hands gripping to the waistband of his sweats to keep them out of your way, kicking your feet as if you weren't sucking him off like he was some type of dum-dum sucker but had been on the phone with a friend. In the end, Souya sighed and defended you against his own mind, "I don't think she does. She's a good girl." For you to miss such a double meaning would be arbitrary. Simultaneously telling the other player that you were a good girlfriend and praising you made you squirm, a small whine sounding from your throat.
Even though you couldn't hear it, you knew that whoever Souya was playing with was starting to piss him off. Shadows shifted on his face as his brows knit together, the bright light from the tv screen showing you the perfectly placed scowl as he muttered something and grabbed a strand of your hair. Souya groaned and grabbed a handful of your hair, a delicious pop sounding as the cool air of the room immediately hit the warm saliva you'd left on him, making him shiver and wish he was still sheathed between your lips. He angled his mic sideways, he wanted the other player to hear you, "Sweet girl, do you like my brother?"
"No, SouSou." You said loudly, sweetly enough that the other man would assume what you had been up to.
"Do you want him and I to fuck you?" Souya pulled you upwards, pleased with the way you shifted to straddle him. "No, SouSou." You smiled, "Just you."
"Good girl. Turn around, play for me, 'kay?" Souya handed you the controller, tossing his mic backwards and not bothering to leave the party he was in. xxPussySlayerxx, Souya never doubted, had never seen a naked woman outside of porn, let alone touched a vagina. If the drunken frat boy chose to listen to whatever sweet sounds Souya was able to pull from you, it would be the closest he'd ever gotten to good sex.
While you were standing and turning around, Souya tugged your night pants down and grazed his fingers over the back of your thighs. Fingers gripped around your sides to help you sit softly, his dick pressing firmly against you, "Easy, sweet girl, get comfortable." Electricity shot up your spine as you held yourself up on his legs, slowly sinking over him with the most delicious, high pitched moan Souya could ask for. "Mm, sweet girl." Souya moved your hips and dragged you against him, keeping you whining as you played whatever game he was fixated on this month.
Usually you liked to play whatever games Souya was into. You often had to grab the controller when he fell asleep after a rough shift to get him to a save point before turning everything off. It was nights like those that you got to cuddle him close to your chest and fit your fingers through his tight curls, pulling softly at them to untangle the tangled mess. It was a futile task, but it was something to keep him asleep.
A totally different way to play his games than what was happening now. You were positive that Souya was dragging you slowly just to make you give him those soft moans he loved. "Sou, c'mon, I'm playing pretty good." Your whines were pathetic, you knew that, but you really didn't care. "You're doing great, sweet girl, keep playing." Souya pressed gentle kisses across your shoulders as his hands smoothly shifted your hips, his own body jerking up into you and giving you the satisfaction you craved. With each praise that fell from his lips you felt your body tingle and crave him more.
The controller fell from you hands as Souya began slamming up into you, wanting to hear how whiny he could make you. Souya wanted you whiny and begging, a small part of him that was similar to how everyone seemed to see his brother Nahoya as. The thought of his brother is accompanied by a gross vision of you bouncing on Nahoya's dick instead of Souya's, making him dig his fingers into your skin, borderline bruising the skin. "Do you love me?" He growled in your ear, jerking you so you were flush against his chest, "Answer me honestly."
"Love you...love you, SouSou." Strained groans clawing their way out of your throat, "Just you, just you."
"Then come for me, sweet girl." Souya kissed at the dip just behind your ear, "Be loud, okay? I wanna hear every little sound."
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HOW THEY REACT TO YOU DRAWING THEM
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note - tokyo revengers, fluff, it’s been awhile sorry guys. this is also an old scrap because i am NOT motivated!
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MITSUYA sits in front of you and when he turned around to ask you if you needed any help you basically threw your sketchbook. he narrowed his eyes and picked up the book from off the floor, smiling when he seen your amazing drawing of him. “this is really good, y/n”, you sat there in embarrassment as he endlessly praised your beautiful artwork.
SOUYA was cutting vegetables and you were ‘doing homework’, but in reality you were drawing him. he noticed the small smile that was on your lips. “what’re you smiling about?”, he asked and you looked at him, not giving him an answer. he walked over to you and you held the book against your chest, making his suspicion grow. when he finally got the book out of your possession, his cheeks flushed, he was amazed at your artwork and also flattered that you’d use your talents to draw him.
KAZUTORA sat across from you allowing you to admire his features as you sketched him out. he was taking notes so he didn’t realize you were drawing him, but when he ran out of led he looked up at you asking if you had any or a different pencil. “ouu, whatcha drawing?” he asked and you slammed the book shut. he took the book out your hands and held it up out of your reach. “you don’t get it back until i can see your drawing”, he said teasingly. you gave in, causing him to open the book. he was speechless, admiring himself and your sketch.
DRAKEN was listening to the lecture in english class, he looked so pretty which you took as an opportunity. you started to draw him, getting every one of his features. you didn’t realize that it was time to take notes and per usual draken needed a pencil. “y/n”, he said causing you to close the book and stuff it in your bookbag. “what was that?”, he asked and you tried to come up with an excuse but it didn’t work. after a couple minutes of him asking to see what it was you finally let him see the amazing sketch of himself, he didn’t say much but he was truly impressed and he felt very honored that you drew him.
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Ⓒ all published work belongs to sanipoyo! do not copy/plagirize.
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