#hypnosis mic samatoki

[meshok62]

Sasasama x manga Veil by KOTTERI

[matenrou-fan]

three seperate scenario of toki, jakurai, ichiro waking up really horny and slowly fucking their s/o? she is laying in front of them and they lift her leg to slip in from behind (but it's not anal lol!)

uhhh I am so so sorry idk any pthing about OM so i can't request :(

Samatoki, Jakurai, Ichiro with fem!s/o (+morning sex)

femreader, humping, fingering (receiving), rough sex;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

-Despite he's such an overprotective softie in relationships, there's also a pretty naughty side of him, so Samatoki never would be that ashamed of seeing some wet dreams that involve you, he's only enjoying it. But it's really rare when he wakes up that horny after such a good sleep.

-But it's actually neither the first nor last time he felt such desire after lewding you in dreams. If you sleep at this moment, he prefers to just go to the bathroom and calm himself down, but sometimes it's really too much and his own hand won't help. Just like today, a copy of you in his mind was just too bold in his fantasies.

-So Samatoki just move to your closer, hugging from behind. He probably should do the opposite, as the soft scent of your warm skin just makes his dick twitch more, but he can't, it's like his hands freeze around your waist the second he wraps his arms around your body.

-"Babe.. Babe, are you sleeping?" - A low, hoarse after night voice slowly wakes you up, and even while being so sleepy, you can't help but notice how hot it actually sounds. - "Heh, what with this smile? You already know what I want?"

-Of course you know, because as soon as you open your eyes and look at the pale face of your boyfriend, his hands lowered to your hip. Oh, and you can feel this pressure against your butt when he leans closer to your smaller figure.

-But no matter how horny Samatoki are, he wants to heat your mind too, playing with your body a little before actually pushing himself inside. His arms already know all your sensitive places, squeezing your nipples between fingers while his glans stroking your folds through the thin fabric of your pajamas.

-During casual sessions your boyfriend loves to make you the one to whine for more, yet today there's not that much patience in his nerves. So pretty soon, when his dick would slowly soak in your juices, Samatoki finally pulled down your shorts and slowly but surely thrust in till the very end.

-Getting too carried away is definitely one of the points in the list of bad habits of your boyfriend.. As he doesn't give a single fuck about how many responsibilities and tasks waits for him outside your shared bedroom, he wouldn't stop until you two get enough of each other bodies.

-And trust me, as soon as you start calling his name in such a desperate voice, all last thought would fade away from his mind as Samatoki just wants to keep pounding you senseless.

-For him, it's very unusual to suddenly feel such an unsuppressable urge, especially early in the morning, when he just wakes up and immediately starts thinking about you and your body, sleeping next to him.

-A usual morning routine for Jakurai is to get up and check his blood pressure and temperature, yet today there's another problem that needs to be solved - his half hardened dick, that keeps pulsing in his home shorts.

-He probably should just quickly take a shower and deal with his fantasies all alone? Yet even for someone with great patience and self-control as Jakurai, it's kinda hard to resist this wish to touch your shoulder or to lean closer to your smooth hair. The sweet aroma of your shampoo is so luring..

-Small, light kisses on the neck would quickly wake you up, and only after that Jakurai would cling closer, wrapping his hands around your waist. Some deep shame would tickle his chest, aren't he too old to be so needy? Yet it feels like words escape his lips faster than he was able to think about them properly.

-"Ah.. Good morning, my dear.. The morning has just begun, but I think I'm already falling for your charm again.." - your lover whispers right in your ear, sending electric waves of goosebumps down your spine. - "So I hope you will forgive me for such impudence.."

-Even in an internal frenzy, Jakurai so soft and loving, thinking about your pleasure even more than about his own, as he doesn't want to just use you. Despite waking up absolutely hungry for your body, there's an even bigger appetite for intimate emotions in his soul, the real connection..

-So everything would be gentle and passionate, as always when Jakurai is being a dom. Preparing you long and well with his slim fingers, while you pressing your back to his warm chest, mewling in pleasure.. Sweet nothings and small praises in your ear as he slowly slides inside, pushing your clenching walls.

-And of course so much attention to your lips, chest and clit, as he slowly starts trusting in, enjoying the wet tightness of your pussy. Only your ardent reaction through small whimpers and lazily, but needy movements of your hips makes his arousal stronger. Only your desire raises his desire to the highest point.

-How lucky you both are, to not have any work shifts today.. As it seems Jakurai wouldn't have enough of your adorable morning cumming face after just one round.

-Well.. Even in his pure mind sometimes can awoke a few naughty thoughts, especially when he can't control his mind and it shows him the deepest desires of his soul.

-And probably the one who would wake up first today would be you, as these desperate whimpers behind you get too loud, and his arms trembling so much as Ichiro cling closer to you, shyly calling your name through sweet dreams.

-How can you not tease him a little? Leaning back to press yourself to his shaking with deep, unsteady breaths, chest. Maybe whisper his name a few times too, while wiggling your hips a bit to grind back, rubbing against a hard twitching bulge in his pajama pants.

-"M.. S/o, s/o, I'm so close.." - a sudden loud gasp breaks from his chest as Ichiro finally wakes up with a nagging ache between his thighs and notices your sly grin. - "A-ah, s/o, g-good morning…! Did I wake you up…?"

-He always feels so ashamed when you catch him like that! Yet sometimes it feels like his dick gets even harder in such situations, happy to finally get more attention. And the way you coo at your boyfriend, willing to help with such a shameful urge drew him to follow this primal instinct.

-The dream is so realistic but never enough, and he's too hungry for just the warmth of your skin and the sweet odours of your body. So for a few minutes Ichiro just wants to feel you more, to calm down his tickling mind through hot kisses and libidinous foreplay with your chest, while his dick keeps humping against your hips so fast and needy.

-And oh how amusing yet arousing his groans sound when his trembling hand finally lifts your leg, allowing him to slip in. For a moment he just froze in place, as he always does after getting inside you fully, just enjoying how pulses of your walls wrapped around his whole length.

-And after that.. Some unsteady, sloppy movements, that quickly speed up as Ichiro whines more and more right in your ear just how tight you are early in the morning. Just how good it feels, to be greeted with your delicious pussy like that. Best wake up in his life.

-God.. Just how lucky you're that both Jiro and Saburo stayed overnight in their friends houses, as these loud slaps of hips to hips and weak but loud high pitched moans would be heard all over the house for a whole morning today.

[chokit-pyrus]

hypmic txt posts pt. 13 (first)

[kemonku]

sasasama moment for the history books

[rdkennith]

SAMATOKI SAMA!!

took me 3 hours

[guiraguira]

Hi can I request ichiro hitoya and samatoki taking care of their fem s/o when she's having period cramps?

Helping you ✨

Hello!!💕 Yes! It really seems interesting to me and I don't usually see fics or hc on this topic (at least not from the fandoms I'm a part of)

Warnings: None in particular, just comfort for menstrual pain.

Ichiro - Samatoki - Hitoya x fem reader!

Ichiro

° He knows how menstruation works and has definitely read a lot of articles online about what to do to help you if something hurts. So when he sees you lying in the fetal position he can already imagine what is happening to you. Crouching down to your height he asks what he can do for you, he wants to know specifically what you need right now.

°"S/o, do you want some medicine? Some heat? Chocolate?" He gently strokes your hair as he asks you. Whatever the answer, he will bring everything in any way and leave it at your fingertips. He constantly asks you if the pain has decreased a little or is it still the same, he does it unconsciously because it hurts him to see you like this and even though this happens every month he never gets used to it.

° It will keep you company for long hours if the pain does not decrease and no matter how much you try to push it away, you will not be able to make it go away for more than a few minutes before being by your side again.

"Don't you have a job? I'm fine" but the pain just gets stronger and causes you to twist your face while squeezing your abdomen. He leaves the room only to re-enter with a tea "they say chamomile tea is good in these cases" and without the possibility of discussion he stays by your side waiting for you to finish it.

° He tries to distract you a little by kissing your head while he chats with you and gives you his "I'm acting natural, but if you suffer I suffer" look by holding your hand throughout the process, at some point the situation seems so funny that finally You make the pain go into the background.

° Forget about crying in front of him, your crying causes him to cry too in the worst case scenario. Applying a heating pad that he bought especially for you, he adjusts it as best as possible while he holds your face in his hands.

Samatoki

° He definitely knows a thing or two about what period pain is, but he's not as sweet with his words. He expresses himself best with his actions towards you, he will be totally at your gestures and movements, at the slightest sign of discomfort he will force you to sit down so that you do not strain.

° He will definitely force you to take some medication to dull the pain if they become too intense, otherwise he will bring you blankets so you can wrap yourself as you like. He perfectly masters the art of wrapping you so that the blankets give you comfort.

"This one is very soft, it looks like a stuffed animal" you say as Samatoki spins it around you and presses it against your body. "Yes and this one is a little heavier, so I'll put it on your waist" with a relaxed and calm voice he continues adding layers of blankets while he explains the function of it to you.

° Unfortunately, he doesn't have as much time to stay next to you as he would like, so when he can, he likes to replace the hot water bottle you use with his hands and allow you to lie on him.

"This month was worse, wasn't it?" The palms of his hands lightly squeeze your abdomen as he asks you. You moan in the affirmative and he moves to cradle you more comfortably as he caresses you with his thumbs in light circles.

° He can't see a single tear on your face so if you cry from the pain he freezes in place, he will ask you a thousand times if you don't want to go to the doctor so they can give you more effective medicine. He can handle being hurt, but he can't see you hurt, and if you refuse to go he has no choice but to offer you a back massage, hoping that it will relieve some of the tension.

° He will not let you clench your teeth or bite your lips to endure the pain, he is able to put his fingers so that you bite them in his place. When you relax a little he will bring you your favorite dessert so you can keep your mouth entertained.

Hitoya

° Yes, he has the entire situation under control for you and when you are in pain he pampers you without any shame. He is even capable of leaving work halfway and picking you up wherever you are if you tell him you can't get home because of the pangs of pain.

° He will prepare a bathtub for you with hot water and various treats so that the discomfort is reduced while he sits next to you chatting with you or washing your hair.

"We could try this new shampoo, Jyushi recommended it to me for you" he spreads the product gently over your scalp, pampering you in the process. The feeling of his hands and the heat of the bathtub has a positive effect on your pain.

° No matter how much he hid it, several times he asked Jakurai for the best way to help you and sometimes, those calls were in the middle of the night while he took note of everything the doctor said. You accidentally discovered the notebook where he writes it down but you decided to keep it a secret.

° He comforts you with massages, applying the necessary pressure on your back to relieve tension. Even if you are lying on your side and as compressed as possible, he will make sure to give you a good massage session.

° He tries not to kiss you while the pain lasts because he doesn't think that will help you much, but seeing you so bad, he can't channel his feeling of compassion and support in any other way than leaving the occasional solitary kiss on your cheeks, which at times They manage to warm your heart and distract your body.

° Your tears destroy his self-control and tranquility, gently wiping them away activates his emergency protocol. He gives you medicine and holds you until you fall asleep or the pain subsides, always wiping away any tears that may continue to come.

"The pills will take effect now, yes? I promise it will happen faster than you think" his hands caress your back giving you comfort "you're doing well..." he can repeat these phrases as if they were a prayer or a lullaby, the smell of his skin gives you peace and eventually you will fall asleep.

[discotenny]

DO YOU HAVE TOKI THOUGHTS. ANY I LOVE HIM

My friend and I talk abt Toki a loooooot ¥_¥ We’ve probably mentioned him more then 300 times in dms not including actually calling him Samatoki LOL

N E ways I’m thinking of Samatoki taking care of you when you’re sick.

———

This brings him back to a simpler time. Before the H act, before the DRBs, before MCD broke up, before Nemu…. Never mind.

Taking care of someone makes him feel good. Of course he’s not happy that you’re sick! But he… likes that you reach your hand out for him when he stands up. He likes that he was the first one you messaged about your cold. And he likes that you trust him enough to be this vulnerable to.

He’s gentle with you. Light touches and even lighter kisses to your forehead. He gives you cold packs and hot pads when you ask. He’ll stay at the side of your bed and text angry replies to any of the Yakuza members who try to call him back to base.

He’s really good at taking care of you when you’re sick. He treats you like you’re just about to blow away with any gust of wind. His deep, smooth voice whispers words of comfort and concern in your ears. Samatoki will always keep a hand on your back when you’re laying in bed just so you know he’s here to care for you.

He could go without having to cook for you though. If he had it his way he’d just buy you meat buns and fried rice as a quick ‘love you baby feel better’ meal but nooooo. You insisted on soup- homemade soup- and now Samatoki has to buy carrots and celery and other icky things he doesn’t like touching or eating.

He pretends that the reason he’s giving you the whole pot of soup to keep is that he’s just such a gentlemen. But after you prodding and prodding for him to eat some because it’s so yummy he reveals that he just hates carrots and veggies lol.

If you want to he’ll sleep over! But just a warning, he runs naturally hot in body temperature so you may not want to cuddle if you have a fever hehe. Or do, he certainly wouldn’t mind >.€

———

Oh my dear left horse you are so soft

[demonichikikomori]

Bad Aftertaste

Samatoki Aohitsugi x Fem!Reader Word Count: 4.2k+ Tags: Toxic Relationship/Make Up Sex/He's a Feminist...

Art is by Hakuseki on Zerochan!

I do not like Samatoki Aohitsugi. In fact? I hate him… BUT- (I am shot point blank and am unable to defend myself after writing this. Samatoki ain't actually that bad)

SUMMARY:

Samatoki Aohitsugi is your ex boyfriend and you want it to stay that way. But he makes it so hard. But it’s your fault too. You drive him crazy.

You wondered how long you could keep this up. The desire for a healthy and somewhat normal relationship. Samatoki was only making it harder on you. But you weren’t much better. After all, the boundaries you tried to set with him were always ignored and you gave up far too easily. 

You stood outside of the bar you worked at, your exhausting shift finished at 3am, but you usually exited the building at 3:17am after changing out of your uniform and into something comfortable. A schedule that (to your displeasure) had been memorized by your ex boyfriend. 

You stared at him with your jaw clenched, and his deep red eyes stared back at you. He was lounging in a new black car, sleek and shiny with a silver skull ornament on the hood. The rap music was loud, and so was the musky scent of those nasty-ass Lucky Strike cigarettes he swore up and down he would give up when the two of you got married. 

You wouldn’t marry him even if your life depended on it.

The driver-side window was rolled down as his arm hung out of the opening, his cigarette burning down to the orange paper as he waited expectantly for you to join him in the car. The air was frigid and your sweatshirt wouldn’t shield you from the chill for very long. You had two choices: Walk almost 3 hours and 30 minutes back to your apartment, or join Samatoki in the warmth and comfort of his obviously new car. 

Neither of you said a word. This was a routine you told yourself you hated. But you were so used to it that you couldn’t help but sigh as you approached the car. His small smirk made you roll your eyes as he leaned over to open the passenger door for you. Another consistency in your life. You flopped into the expensive leather seat, dropped your bag onto the floor, and yanked the door shut with one fluid motion. “How was work?” He asked casually as he turned the music down and glanced over at you. He was pleased. You hesitated to answer him as you pulled your phone out of your sweatshirt pocket. “… It was okay.” Nothing exciting to talk about. The usual drunks and wives storming in looking for their missing husbands. “Better than shitty.” The comment was playful as he drove away from the building, and a long 25 minute drive began. Maybe 40 if Samatoki decided to hold you captive and take you the long way back to your apartment. 

He has done it multiple times in the past. He was not above doing it again. After all, he had been coming to pick you up from every shift for about a month. And not once did you have the strength to walk away from his silent command. “Why did you start working there? I liked the secretary place better.” He chimed in as you narrowed your eyes with annoyance while continuing to scroll through your missed notifications. “To get farther away from you.” The job change happened two months ago, three days after breaking up with Samatoki for the millionth time. But low and behold, it only took him a week to find your new gig. “You must love our long rides together then huh? That’s the real reason right?” 

“Can you focus on the road please?” You didn’t want to hear his voice right now. He chuckled and allowed you a moment of silence as you tapped at your phone. Clearing away spam texts for coupons and social media celebrity drama you didn’t care to check on until a friend asked you about it. A soft ping suddenly cut through the silence in the car. It was deafening as the music paused to move onto the next track and you could feel the playful air around your ex change. It felt like you were in trouble. “Who’re you texting?” Samatoki asked with an agitation lining his tone. You raised your eyes, only to watch him smash his cigarette into the little tray on the dashboard. 

You’re single and so is he. He has no reason to be angry and you have no reason to fear his response. Samatoki reached towards the cup holder where he usually stored his carton of cigarettes. In the past he had crushed so many by sitting on them or the glove compartment was too difficult to reach over to open. That was where you came in. “I’m texting my boyfriend.” Your answer was short as you grabbed the carton for him and abandoned your phone screen up in your lap. Routine. That’s all.

You pulled out a cigarette from the little cardboard box and reached for his navy blue lighter tucked into the same cup holder; assisting Samatoki as the cigarette was placed between his lips and you carefully sparked the lighter as he drove. The action felt intimate. Too familiar for your tastes. You quickly pulled away as the man inhaled, you heard the familiar crackle of the paper and tobacco turning to ash, the strong, earthy stink of the cigarette, and the sound of him rolling down the tinted window. Just enough to blow the smoke out of the car so as to not drown you in the fumes. Samatoki was thoughtful, as always. 

A frown smeared across your face and you picked up your phone. You didn’t really want to respond to your boyfriend. He sent a goodnight message since he stayed up long enough for you to get out of work. He hopes that you get home safe. You stared blankly at the texts and sent a heart emoji in response. “So… A boyfriend huh?” Samatoki grunted as he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. “Yep.” You told him a friend was driving you home again tonight. You put your phone on silent to ignore the rest of the incoming texts from the guy you started dating only two weeks ago. He could wait.

 “S’your boyfriend is too good to pick you up from work?” The man asked with a sly smile, but you knew what he was trying to say. “You probably threatened to beat him up before I left the building.” You snapped in annoyance and grabbed your bag to stuff your phone into. You could feel Samatoki glaring at you before returning to the road with a click of his tongue. “Now why would I do that?”

“Because you’re crazy.”

Samatoki chased all of your boyfriends away before they even had the chance to give you a cheek kiss. And somehow, someway, you always found yourself back in his arms. It was a horrific cycle the two of you went through, but no one seemed interested in actually breaking it. Not yet at least. “Don’t say things you don’t mean. It’s ugly.” He growled as you curled up in the seat and leaned towards the dark glass window. It was quiet between the two of you other than the rap song thrumming softly against the speakers of his car. “You’re ugly.” You huffed and you could hear him snicker. “Was I ugly when you rode my face two months ago?” You could feel your ears growing hot as you whipped around and smacked his shoulder with a scowl. “Stop it.” Samatoki is the most frustrating man alive. “Hey, hey, don’t hit me. I’m just asking a question.” He cooed and you turned away with your arms crossed. “No answer?” No answer indeed. He let out a soft laugh as the drive and its familiar scenery helped you relax in the expensive seat.

“Are you cold?” He asked and tapped away the ash of his cigarette into the tray. You shook your head as you watched the colorful lights and tall buildings pass you. “Silent treatment now?” Silent treatment indeed. You could tell his mood was starting to sour as you effectively ignored him. Electing to seek comfort in the passing scenery was much better than being friendly with Samatoki. You were trying to place a boundary. And for once, just once you wanted him to respect it. “Stop acting like that. You don’t have to be so snotty towards me. What did I do that was so horrible?” Clearly frustrated by your refusal to speak, his muscular arm sliding along the back of your seat as you scrunched up your face at the bitter memory. 

It was another late night screaming match, you were sick of how he was keeping tabs on you. How he was always watching you and how you had no privacy from him. He claimed he was doing it because he cared; but he was being obsessive. He was stalking you at work, trying to get one of your male co-workers fired just for waving at you one morning. You threatened to tell his sister how insane her older brother was; and that’s how it started snowballing. Insults were thrown, you were pretty sure you threw a shoe at him when he tried to block the door to keep you from leaving him. And with you hurriedly throwing some of your things into a tote bag, you left him in the doorway with his arms crossed. His crazy ass followed you in his car as you marched towards your barely lived in apartment. Tears in your eyes as he rode alongside you- Commanding that you get in the car and go back home with him. This went on for an hour until you caved and got in the car with him. You went back home with him. You let him apologize and kiss at your skin about how he’ll do better. You let him wipe your tears away and unpack your bag, putting your things back neatly where they belonged in his home. Your toothbrush, your clothes, your shoes, everything was back in its place. You allowed yourself to sleep beside him for a few hours. But you made sure to wake up first. Only to repack your bag and leave in a hurry. He’s a psycho. He’s an asshole. He’s a stalker.

“You don’t have to keep picking me up from work. I can take the train just fine.” You scoffed and leaned against the car door in hopes of getting further from him. “What train? You know they don’t run until 5. Don’t fuck with me.” Samatoki scoffed at your comment and ashed his cigarette as you turned your body away from him. “If you didn’t work at that shit stain bar I would let you walk home.” There he goes again. This is why you broke up over and over again.

“Stop doing that. I’m an adult. I can take care of myself.” Your voice started to line with venom as the streets became more and more familiar. “And that’s fine. But when we dated this wasn’t even a concern for me to have.”

“Someone has to pay my bills.” 

“Why don’t you just ask your little boy toy then? Huh? What, is he too broke?”

There he goes again.

The vicious cycle where you left him in hopes of something healthier, only to be led back to his arms. He belittled all of your short-term boyfriends, scaring them off and making them disappear within the first few weeks of you agreeing to be theirs. It was horrible. “I can pay for my own-”

“You didn’t have to pay for anything when we were together. Including that bullshit apartment.” He growled as he rounded the corner to your complex. The apartment you barely visited because Samatoki deemed it ‘unsafe’ for you to be living alone. All of your belongings were in his home. From your expensive facial care down to loose coins. You abandoned it all to start from zero as you had done many times in the past. 

The car parked in front of the raggedy apartment complex you sought out as solace away from Samatoki. Until he started banging down your door, causing noise complaints, or when he waited outside for hours, demanding that you leave with him. You needed to get better at refusing him. But when you didn’t there was a feeling of guilt inside of you. You didn’t want to see him looking so hurt, seeing him be so patient with your bad moods. But you wanted him to understand that he wasn’t entirely innocent. It was something he needed to see. 

With a sigh you sat up and grabbed your bag, reaching for the door handle to leave him there. Yet it did not budge. You expected this. “Damn, no goodbye?” He clicked his tongue with a pout, and you could tell this was a game he wanted you to play. His pointer finger tapped gently at the safety lock, keeping you trapped in the car with him until you gave him what you wanted. And you knew very well it wasn’t goodbye. Here he goes with that controlling shit you couldn't stand. “I need to go inside and take a shower-”

“My shower is nicer.” He cut you off as you gripped the handle tightly. “I have your body scrubs and your favorite soaps. I restocked that shampoo you liked, the expensive one that makes your hair smell like flowers.” His voice softened, and so did your grip on the door. “Your slippers are at my house. Your fluffy bathrobe- Oh, and you left your satin pillowcase behind.” He continued as you felt your resolve start to weaken. “My place is just another 20 minutes of driving. I bet you didn’t eat yet either. Did you?” He asked as the heat in the car started to make you sweat, so you let go of the door handle to turn it down. You could feel his eyes watching you, studying your movements as you sat back in the leather seat with a frown. “You don’t have shit in your fridge, do you?” You knew he was wearing that smug smile that only made you hate him more. Because he only looked smug when he was right. “You gonna eat popcorn for dinner? A bag of chips? Oh, let me guess. Your last applesauce cup on a piece of buttered toast? Huh? Is that what you want for dinner?” He pushed and pushed and it started to sting. “Let me out of the car.” You mumbled, feeling tears well up in your eyes. “Why don’t I make you dinner? Something that will fill you. And you can take a bath and soak. There aren’t any places open and the trains won’t run until 5am. You wanna walk in the cold to some roach infested McDonalds? Or do you want steak and eggs with sparkling grape juice waiting for you after your bath?”

He reached over and unbuckled your seatbelt, gingerly pulling it off of you. “You don’t want to go in there.” He whispered as he put his cigarette out and freed himself from his seat next. With one hand pressing against the tinted glass, and the other against the back of your expensive leather seat, you were trapped. But you didn’t want to push him away. You could smell his expensive cologne and the cigarettes he couldn’t live without. It felt so welcoming. “You want to come home with me. You want to eat dinner with me, take a bath, and fall asleep in our big bed.” Our. You felt yourself crack. 

Samatoki was right. You didn’t want to go back to your shitty apartment. You wanted to go back to the big 60 inch flatscreen and to sleep on Samatoki’s memory foam mattress he had custom for you. You wanted to sleep under his heavy weighted blankets with his arm thrown over you the way that helped you sleep. You chewed at your lower lip, nervously squirming in the seat as he pressed his forehead against yours. “Can I have a kiss goodnight?” He requested sweetly, breathlessly. You looked up to meet his pleading eyes. You hated yourself for folding so easily. You tilted your head, giving the silent okay for him to continue. 

As his lips meshed with yours, you felt all of those boundaries you attempted to put up suddenly crumble. His body was warm as he pressed you into the seat. He pulled away for a moment, just to give you a chance to breathe. But that didn’t last long as he stole your lips a second time. His tongue pressed against yours, the sounds of the make out were messy and loud, and you started to wonder if you were okay with going back to your lonely apartment. His kisses were ones that lingered, and that nasty, nasty aftertaste of those nasty, nasty Lucky Strike cigarettes filled your taste buds. But you didn’t hate it. You liked it because it was the way Samatoki tasted. You whimpered when his hand squeezed your thigh as he pulled his mouth away from yours with a wet sound. His tongue slid against your lower lip as you tried to slow your racing thoughts. “Back seat.” It wasn’t a request. But it’s not like you would say no to him. It was like everything was moving in slow motion now. He let you climb over his cup holders and into the empty backseat. His eyes watched you closely as he crawled behind you, letting you sit on the cushions as he caged you against the seat, lips meeting yours again.  

The kisses were hurried and hungry, leaving you lightheaded as his hands worked in a flash. He was pulling at your jeans, yanking them down your thighs while shoving your sweatshirt up to your chin. You moaned against his mouth as his hands rubbed along your sides, pulling playfully at your panties to slide them down next. “You’re not even fighting. So moody.” He muttered against your lips with a smirk, pulling and tugging at your clothes until your jeans and bunched panties hung lazily off of your leg. With Samatoki slotted between your parted thighs, he proudly towered over you. “Look at you, so pretty as always.” He purred and lifted your legs to rest over his thighs to give him much better access to your fluttering pussy that was so desperate for his attention. His fingers gently rubbing at your clit as you shielded your face from him with your arms. You didn’t want to fight basic instinct, but you didn’t want to remind yourself you were giving in to your ex’s wants so easily either. Your hips rocked in tandem with the slow rubs and a breathless sigh left your lips as he slipped a long finger inside of you. “You can hide for now. But wait til’ I get inside you. I’ll get to see aaaall those pretty expressions.” His voice was playful, yet warning. The muscles in your stomach tightened and your thighs trembled as he pumped his finger slowly. Curling it up against your soft walls to push the whines and sobs out of you. 

“Please…” You whispered, not realizing what you were asking for. It was routine. It was instinct. But Samatoki wasn’t planning to tease you for it. Not when all he wanted was for you to reciprocate. You felt his finger pull out of you and you started to frown. Your arms pulled away from your face and you glanced between your thighs. 

Your face began to burn at the sight before you. “This is what you really wanted huh?” He purred with a laugh following. He crudely smacked the weight of his thick cock against the hardened bud of your clit and the wet, puffy meat of your cunt. “You keep hopping boy to boy looking for a man,” You flinched as he lined himself up, and slowly began to breach your walls. Your body sucked him in deeper. Your body craved that familiar feeling of his cock. Every rhythmic pulse and every vein lulled you into a state of euphoria as you writhed beneath him. “But you had one right here the whole time.” His words left your heart smacking against your ribs as you grabbed his forearm and held tightly. A whine slipped out of your mouth as he continued to push. You wished he had stretched you some more, but maybe this was his way of getting revenge. He knew you liked when he was rough. He was using it against you. “There you go. Sucking me in like this... You haven’t been fucked since I was with you last. Is that right? You’ve been waiting on me to grab you up? Waitin’ for me to take you? Huh? Is that it?” The raspy groan leaving his throat made you shudder as your other hand clawed at his designer shirt. 

His hips were now flush with yours, and he remained still as you struggled to catch your breath. “Look at you. You missed me so much huh?” He teased as he lowered himself on top of you. Your heart stuttered in your chest feeling his weight, and soon began the slow rocks in and out of you. His gravelly voice in your ear and the lingering taste from his cigarettes you had grown to enjoy made everything much more intense. “You havin’ fun? Playin’ hard to get?” He cooed and started to quicken the buck of his hips. The tremble of your body told him all he needed to know as he steadily fucked the moans out of you. “To take care of you. That’s why I stick around. Because I care about you so much.” He whispered with a smile, his pace steading as your legs weakly bounced with each of his thrusts. “I know what you like. I know what you need. What you crave. Because I love you.” His breath tickled your ear as he pounded you into the seat. The lewd sounds of his body connecting with yours was filling your head with a lusty fog. It was impossible to imagine why you broke up with Samatoki in the first place. Why you gave up pleasure like this for a miserable loneliness. His steady thrusts pushed you closer and closer to the edge as you practically melted underneath him. 

“Your little boyfriends can’t fuck you like I can. You know that, I know that.” He whispered against your ear with a rough punctuation of his hips. Snapping angrily against you, rocking the car gently as your hands moved to pull at his white hair. “You done actin’ out? You wanna come back and try again? We can go on aaaaall our favorite dates.” He cooed sweetly as you began to clench and squeeze around him. Your hips trembling at the saccharine promises you knew would be fulfilled with a simple ‘yes’. Expensive mall trips with matching outfits and cute photos. Boujee restaurants with VIP booths where Samatoki was allowed to smoke in peace. Late night drives around the city to see all the pretty lights while you talk for hours. Sharing drinks at high end bars. And of course, being fucked full by someone who knew your body better than you did. The round tip of his cock kissed a soft bundle of nerves within you, pushing soft screams out of you that were harder and harder to suppress. You knew the windows were tinted, but was the car sound proof? What about your boyfriend?

“W-Wait-“ You stammered with trembling lips as his hips rutted faster against yours, his weight pressing you deeper into the expensive leather seat. “Huh? Wait for what baby? Don’t you wanna cum?” His voice was so gentle. A hand slipped between your sweat slicked thighs, and began to rub delicate circles over your clit. The rough callous of his middle and index finger left you struggling for air as you shook your head. “Tell me what’s wrong.” He whispered with his hips slowing to a stop as you started to grow lightheaded. “S’not cheating if you don’t care about the guy in the first place.” He smiled against your ear as the knot in your stomach wound and wound into a tight band, ready to snap free. “You wanna be my baby, don’t you?” 

You did. 

You wanted Samatoki back. You wanted to go back to how things were. With teary eyes and a nod, you gave him a weak ‘yeah’ as his movements resumed. You were mercifully pushed over the edge, gushing around his cock, his expensive True Religion jeans, and all over the leather seat with a loud cry and a rough tug to his white tresses. “There we go, there we go. It’s okay, you’re so good for me. Such a good girl.” He praised you with a rough groan and slowly pulled out, resting his solid cock against your throbbing cunt. He didn’t cum. Not yet. “Why don’t we go out tomorrow night? We can go to that one restaurant you liked, the one with the little star shaped carrots in the salad.” He suggested sweetly with slow rocks of his hips, stimulating your sensitive body as you helplessly nodded at his words. “We can go back to the way we were. Let’s go home. Okay?” Samatoki cupped your face in his large palms, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs as he planted a kiss against your lips. And you reciprocated.

The cycle had begun again; starting with the bad aftertaste of Lucky Strike cigarettes.

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HYPNOSIS MIC - Samatoki Aohitsugi a.k.a. Mr. Hc, MAD TRIGGER CREW

[enishisupreme]

First post on this acc, starting off strong!! Idk how to work tumblr but I think the concept of these four in a gc together is funny.

[mimir-mimos]

my fellow chicks n' dicks from yokohama

[matenrou-fan]

Hello can you write about ichiro hitoya and samatoki hitting their s/o by accident

Ichiro, Hitoya and Samatoki hitting their GN!s/o by accident

Such a strange request yet here!! Hope you will enjoy it!

GNreader, comfort, just wholesome stuff;;

-Honestly the one way when he can raise his hand it's during some childish game, when you two just fool around and try to catch each other.

-Especially if it's tickle fighting, when your boyfriend is just too carried away in his wish to win and finally pins you to the bed with hands around your waist.

-So when you would try to resist, pushing him off and tickling his sides at the same time, Ichiro just wanted to respond with a grasp on your arm, but overdid it.

-"Here, finally catch you..!" - this sudden hit on your shoulder makes you gasp in confusion, and his smile fades away as fast as your own. - "A- S/o, a-are you okay?"

-Even if you sound so loud due to the unexpectedness of this action, not from pain, Ichiro would anyway feel so guilty as if he did it on purpose.

-So all games will immediately stop as he leans closer to check out the hitted place while repeating apologies, mixed with a bunch of questions about how you feel. If it's actually that bad he would bring some ice, absolutely ashamed of his behavior.

-"I'm so sorry, s/o.. How can I call myself a proper mature man if I can hurt my most precious person so easily..?" - Ichiro looks almost like an abandoned puppy in the rain. No, he's not trying to make you forgive him through such puppy eyes, it's just really the way your boyfriend shows his guilt towards you.

-Only after a few times as you said it's alright, he would feel more easily. Yet still, Ichiro would be really careful for a month or two, being pretty slow and gentle during another tickling game or some playful fight.

-Despite his pretty harsh behavior, there's no way he would exchange something more than a few angry words with you.

-And this old man doesn't really like all these bratty games, he has enough of such energy thanks to Kuko's attitude. So with him, it's actually just an accident, as sometimes in the morning he's still so sleepy..

-Went to bed late, woke up early.. There's no way he would understand more than half of your words before drinking at least one cup of coffee with his favorite snack - cigarettes.

-"Honey, can you check the newspaper-" - light pain that erupts in his left elbow and your sudden gasp makes Hitoya wake up better than any coffee that he was trying to make. - "Ah- Shit, s/o, are you alright?"

-If it was someone else, he would probably just scoff, scolding them for getting too close to him from behind. Yet with you he would be much softer, even when his head still hurts from lack of sleep and he can't think straight.

-Well, of course he would check if you were alright, worrying a little about just how bad he hit your spine with probably all his strength. But Hitoya didn't feel that much guilt. He didn't see it coming!

-So all apologize that you would have some sloppy kiss on your forehead and a few headpats as Hitoya mumbled about being more careful and everything.

-"Mm? What's with this gaze?" - he put away a newspaper and chuckled, noticing your feigned frown. - "Oh, I didn't apologize properly? Huh, maybe I should then kiss your poor hurted back? Get closer, dear.."

-Well, but despite such teasing, your lover would leave a mental note about watching his back before turning around. And probably give himself more sleep and rest, so he wouldn't be that sluggish.

-Ok but. No matter what you would do or say, there's no way he would show this aggressive side of himself to you, you're his dear lover, after all. If you ever get that deep inside his heart, then he immediately would place you in the most sensitive part of it.

-And Samatoki is really overprotective, so there's not that many accidents when you bump into each other or hit without purpose.

-But it doesn't matter that even your attentive boyfriend couldn't inadvertently do something. Especially after a long hard day.. He just came home and sat on the couch, and your arms around his shoulders as you stand behind him the only thing that can help him feel better.

-"Ah.. Babe, I missed you so much today.." - A long tired sigh escaped his lips as he tossed his head back to look up at you but instead hit your nose, not knowing that at the same time you leaned closer to kiss the back of his head.

-For a moment you both pulled back, groaning in pain, but of course Samatoki would turn to you first, feeling absolutely guilty. His own pain doesn't matter that much as yours, especially due to the fact he's the one who's done it.

-Doesn't matter if this hit was really strong or not, Samatoki would bring everything - ice, handkerchief, aid kit, even some cold water if you start crying. In one second he turned from just a boyfriend to an overprotective over worried mom, that's how it feels.

-"I'm so sorry, my dear.. Here, look at me.." - his hand slowly caresses your back as he softly smiles at you. - "Ah, don't worry. Your nose is as pretty as before, so don't cry, okay?"

-But despite such playful talk, he actually would apologize a few times this evening, being even more clingy and cuddly than usual. Your boyfriend just doesn't want you to think about that too much, kissing your poor face gently while promising to be more careful next time.

[yaoioioay]

[guiraguira]

So… I was thinking about the hypmic guys carrying their partner✨:

💜 •They carry their partner smoothly, princess-style, keeping eye contact and smiling warmly, being very respectful of your comfort: Jakurai, Gentaro, Hifumi

💜• They carry you princess style but their hands are touching a little further than your legs making you nervous, while they have a mocking smile: Jyuto, Hitoya, Rei, Sasara, Ramuda¿?

❤️• It is you who carries them princess-style even though they are covering their blushing face and asking you to put them down, while they squeal as they stir in your arms: Doppo, Jyushi, Rosho

💜 •They carelessly throw you over their shoulder, grabbing your legs, forcing you to grab hold of him however you can: Samatoki, Rio (he's a good boy, just a rough little ), Kuko

💜 •You go piggyback on his back, crushing your chest on his back and wrapping your arms around his neck feeling how fast his heart is beating: Ichiro, Dice

I did not include Saburo and Jiro because they are minors, but they will most likely carry you piggyback on their back

[discotenny]

Lights in the rain

waaaaaaaa,, your writing for hypmic is so soft, it makes my heart feel cozy!!! it's like every paragraph is a little window into a candid moment you caught.. is it possible to write one of toki, who is seeing an idol, catching one of her performances on a screen in the city all huge on a building, he stops and just stares like oh.... finally kind of getti gthe hype and how interesting that life is??? too many ideas???? ( ; w ; ) ~ anon

You are so nice you are so kind ;_; I do not deserve compliments so wonderful as these >.< thank you anon <3

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To the world, you were a famous idol. A public celebrity with millions of adoring fans who would recognize you anywhere. An artist praised for your talent, appearance, and whatever move you may make.

To Samatoki, you were simply his. His partner, his home, his second half, his love.

To be frank, Samatoki knows squat about your career.

He knows you’re relatively famous (he doesn’t know how famous you actually are).

He also knows you perform for a living (he thinks it’s on the same scale as his performances).

And he knows he wants to and will protect you if anyone tries to harm you (once a fan began bothering you while you two were on a date and Samatoki nearly throttled him).

Idol or not, you’re you- the person he fell in love with and will stay in love with till the end of time. He never had a greater interest in your career once you told him because he knows it won’t affect the way he feels about you.

Of course he’ll support you- he’s your own personal cheerleader, but he has no grasp of the scale of the success of your career.

It’s a stormy night in Yokohama when he sees it. On his way home from a meeting with his Rio and Jyuto- he was in a pretty piss poor mood from the food he consumed earlier. Stomach rumbling in annoyance and pain, the only soothing thought in his mind was sharing a warm meal with his beloved.

To add to his annoyance, most places he would usually get takeout were closed for the night- shut down due to weather concerns.

To triple his annoyance, he couldn’t get a good light on his cigarette because of all the rain.

Stuck with under a passageway with a grumbling stomach and a failing lighter- Samatoki had to be in the worst mood he’d been in for a long while.

He had half the mind to message you and ask if you’d like something from a convenience store- the other half preoccupied in wallowing in his own passive anger at the world.

Attempt after attempt he tried to get his cig to light. Rain continues to pour and his irritation grows and grows. A growl escapes throat the moment sparks stop coming from his lighter.

“Useless piece of crap-“ he kicks it away into the night, brushing off thought of your voice scolding him for littering.

He closes his eyes and faces the sky in utter exasperation.

It’d be a ten minute commute by train, not including the ten additional minutes walking to the station, out of the station, and to your shared apartment.

He really needed something to cleanse his stomach. A beef bowl? Udon? Karage? The more the thought about food the more his stomach growled.

He also needed to get you something. Outside of food he felt like tonight you he should give you a gift. Flowers? A cake maybe? He’d need an excuse to get you something or else you’d tease him for being soft again…

When he opens his eyes he sees it. He sees flashes of colors shine through the rain, dancing in the droplets before falling to the ground. Pinks and blues and yellows and greens. His eyes follow the colors to a large billboard across from him.

Previously playing advertisements for alcohol and slots- he widens at the display before him.

You, not you as he knows you at home, but you in your idol uniform- moving with enough energy to carry a stadiums worth of cheers. Light sticks at your feet, the colors shine upon you as they do him.

Slightly distorted audio plays but all the same he knows it to be your voice. Only it’s accompanied by screaming and cheering and excitement and joy-

He wonders if those in the crowd could ever feel the same way he does right now. Staring at the image of you in all your glory. And there, Samatoki makes the decision that no- no one in that crowd- or the world- could ever feel the same way he does right now.

Pure enchantment at how you could be so incredible in every facet of your life. From the soft cuddles you give to him every night, from the way you care for him no matter how pissy of a mood he may be in, from your laugh that makes him feel like he can do anything in the world, to right now. From your energy, your voice, your movement- just you, all of you.

Samatoki smiles then. Then, on a stormy Yokohama night, Samatoki finds his excuse to buy you a gift.

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Writing this made me feel soft >,< I don’t know if I got his character exactly right but I hope you enjoyed this anon !! Thank you once again for your support <3

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