#need to draw this haruka acc

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ok but did you guys see tsukasa & keroppi and haruka&tuxedo Sam because they're very important

[heartkaji]

★ WINBRE BOYS + COUPLE TIKTOKS ?!

includes ꣑ৎ : ren kaji , mitsuki kiryu, togame jo, umemiya hajime, sakura haruka, hiragi toma , suo hayato ⋆˙⟡ ౨ৎ

cws ౨ৎ : slightly suggestive in kiryu’s part , guns mentioned in togame’s , slight hiragi glaze because he acc deserves it ⋆˙ᝰ

★ REN KAJI + BIG BICEP BF ?!

“ren, do you love me ?”

“fuck outta here.”

if you knew kaji any less than you do you would’ve downed his words like tarantula venom. he speaks with a mouth full of spiders but you know ren kaji so you know he’s all spun silk & no bite. you crawl into his lap and press yourself against his chest.

“that’s not the right answer, ren.”

“god almighty, what is it now ?”

you stifle a grin as he groans against your neck. you don’t miss the way his thumbs crawl up your shirt or the brush of his lips against your shoulders. you ring your arms around his neck and thumb the baby hairs on his nape and god forbid you miss the way he sighs into your shoulders.

“i need you to choke me.”

“we’re breaking up.”

“ren,”

“baby,”

you’re as stubborn as a dog so you kneel on his lap and tug your lips into a pout. ren kaji lays stiff beneath you, eyes brimmed with judgment and lips bent in a frown. he looks at you like you’re girl turned ghost but his thumb draws circles on your waist. you mouth drips gold with honey as you drawl,

“‘s just for a trend, ren. you’re not actually choking me.”

“you’re going to be the death of me,” he says, but his chest blooms with fresh peaches. you look so pretty looking down at him, pink painted lips pressed into a pout and cheeks drenched with crushed cherries. he thumbs at your jaw. “‘m not actually choking you ?”

“no baby,”

he hums and tugs you into his chest. you smell like japanese honeycomb & sucre de pêche. “what do i have to do ?”

“just need your arms…” you murmur, grabbing unto your phone. you straddle kaji’s torso with red bruised knees so he brushes along your thighs with his thumb. you squeeze a bit to crush his neck and kaji stifles a grunt.

“okay, can i put my head on your bicep ?”

kaji is confused but you’re his & you’re pretty so he supposes all is well. he lets you guide his arm under your face as he watches you with hazy eyes.

“what do you need me to do ?”

“squeeze.”

ren kaji always does what he’s told. he flexes his biceps so his muscles press against your skin & god you look divine with flushed cheeks swollen against his arm & ren kaji is only a man so he almost ( almost ) grins at the sight.

“did you get it ?”he releases his arm.

“yup ! love you, ren.”

he thumbs at your knuckles with a touch soft as cotton fields. he never says it back but you know he loves you too.

★ TOGAME JO + GUN TO UR HEAD ?!

“not pointing a gun to your head. no way in hell.”

“just say you don’t love me and go.”

togame sighs as his thumb traces your hips. you have your back flushed against his chest & his chin on your shoulder as you scroll though your phone.

“please jo, i know you’d never accidentally shoot me.”

“not taking chances,” he clicks his tongue, pressing his lips to your shoulder blade as you play the video. suki waterhouse hums through the speakers as a brunette sings along on screen, red dot gliding along the curves of her face. “this is so dangerous, why is it even a trend ?”

“it’s hot,”

“it’s risky”

“you’re no fun, jo.” you raise your head up at him & he looks down at you with bleary eyes. he nuzzles his nose against your hair. “you have no sense of safety, baby,”

“and who’s fault is that ? you do all the safety-related thinking for me. now i’m just reckless and pretty.”

“very pretty.”

you roll your eyes & tug at his jacket, linen between your fingers. “can we please do the trend ? please jo, for me.”

you beg him with puppy eyes but togame doesn’t budge. you don’t miss the thumb grazing across your knee.

“can’t we just use something else instead ? like a laser or something ?”

“it’s not the same—“

“princess.”

“fine.”

★ MITSUKI KIRYU + THIRST TRAP WHILE HE GAMES ?!

“babyy….stop movin’”

kiryu’s breath runs hot against your neck. he grips your thigh with spaced fingers as plump flesh swells through the gaps. you can feel his lips on your nape.

you’re half devil half girl so you don’t care to listen—you continue to lip sync to flo milli as kiryu tries ( keyword, tries ) to focus on his game. you’re writhing in his lap and he must be a bitch in heat because the sway of your hips is hypnotizing.

“when i suck it i look in your eyes, you better fuck me like you mean it.”

oh ?

you sing that part out loud and god forbid kiryu fails to notice. he lowers his controller & cocks his head when you look back at him with toothy grin & cheeky smile. you break into bubbly laughter.

“you should see your face right now, mitsu.”

“yeah ? what does it look like, angel ?”

“pretty,” you kiss his nose & kiryu goes limp as dead daisies. he lets you drag gloss smeared lips against his cheeks as he sighs into your skin.

“sure you don’t wanna suck it for real ?” he mumbles, peering up at you with honey glazed eyes. he resembles a butterfly drunk on crimson flame.

“silly boy,” you giggle as he chases your lips to no avail. “finish your game first.”

★ UME HAJI + WATCH MY BF PLZ !

“guys, help me watch my boyfriend, okay ?”

you set the phone down in front of a confused umemiya with chocolate in his teeth & candy in his molars. he squints at the screen as he pulls molten sweets from his mouth, nose sniffling as he cocks his head at the camera.

“babe ? what’s this ?”

he calls out but you’re nowhere near sight. umemiya hajime is less boy more dog so he opts to bark into the camera. he might be live right now—might as well make the most of it.

“hello ! i’m sure you’re all wondering what i’m eating right now.” nobody gave a fuck.

but umemiya doesnt know this. he doesn’t know there’s no ‘you all’ either. so he runs his mouth like rivulet currents. “y’know what ? i’mma do a candy review.”

his spine straightens. “right now i’m eating…kit kat ! kinda mid honestly. don’t see what the hype’s about, but it’s not too bad. four outta ten.”

“next up, toblerone !” his fingers rip through candy wrapper like wolf teeth through peach flesh. “fun fact, i used to hate these. when i was seven, hiragi threw an opened one at me and i thought they were teeth. swore they bit me too and everything.”

he continues to run his mouth into the camera, “i still hate the shape too. how am i supposed to eat them when they look like they’re tryna eat me back ?”

he takes a huge bite out of the bar, four triangles swallowed as if they’re one. “mmph…could never give them up tho…they taste like—baby you’re back !”

he gleams up at you with chocolate dappled cheeks and lips bent in a clumsy grin. his hands are muddied with melted cocoa and you’re about to ask what the fuck happened, but he grabs at you with chocolate stained fingers and a nose as red as ripe cherries.

“i gave your fans a chocolate review ! how do i see their comments ?”

you smile, heart-aching because you know you’ll get fifteen views at best. “let me post it first, haji,” you kiss his chocolate sticky cheek, “I’ll show you when it’s up.”

★ SAKURA HARUKA + PUT A FINGER DOWN..

“put a finger down if you’d get back with your ex.”

you put a finger down and sakura’s eyes go big as saucers.

“huh ? did you hear the question ? they said—“

“shhh sakura ! the video !” you turn back to the screen and ignore the aching mess of bloody cheeks and pinkened nose beside you. guilt crawls up your throat but you swallow it down like it’s strawberry chambourd.

“put a finger down if you don’t trust your partner.”

two fingers down. sakura’s lips part, “what ? didn’t you say trust is necessary in a—“

“put a finger down if you think your partner would cheat on you.”

three fingers down. “huh ?? do you seriously think—“

put a finger down if you’ve ever cheated on your partner.”

four fingers down. sakura’s had enough.

sakura haruka snatches your phone with dog-like brutality. your face squeezes, “be careful ! are you trying to break it ?”

“you cheated on me ?”

sakura haruka is bitten lips & dry mouth. you should be mad at him for man-handling your property but his nose is red and his cheeks swell with blood. the guilt in your gut is grueling.

“sakura—“

“no, no,” he clears his throat. “you don’t have to lie to me. we don’t need to do this anymore. i know you can do better anyways, or whatever.”

your heart rots like dead pansies. “sakura, baby”

you envelope his jaw and sakura tugs at your arms before letting his own fall away. “if you don’t love me anymore—“

“please shut up, i never cheated on you, i would never.”

“then what was all that ?!”

“a prank, haru,” you press sloppy kisses to raspberry cheeks. “i’m literally going to marry you. i’d never cheat,”

“m-marry ?!”

you grin at the trembling mess of rosebud cheeks with copper in your teeth, “mhm, and we’ll have ten kids, won’t we, haru ?”

“ten ?!”

“yup, gonna run you dry.” you kiss his cheek, and sakura combusts.

★ HIRAGI TOMA + BOW AROUND UR BICEP ?!

“toma,”

“i’m scared.”

hiragi shivers at your sing song tone. the night is dreary, sternum moon bright in midsummer sky. moonlight seeps through the window like rays of god-blood and the wind fans your hair. nights like these always take your breath away.

but not as much as toma does.

he’s so fucking pretty, you think, and god can strike you down if you’re lying. hiragi toma is bruised knuckles & heart tucked between calloused hands. you pried them open like peach flesh one summer evening and it was the best decision you’d ever made. now shark-toothed hiragi toma drives with one hand on the wheel & your thigh in the other.

“oh my days, it’s nothing dangerous this time,” you don’t miss the way his shoulders loosen. “i just want to film a tiktok trend.”

“you told me it was nothing dangerous.”

“it isn’t” you insist, and your heart swells with honeysuckle because hiragi slides his nails up your thigh. “look, i’m just gonna wrap this bow around you, okay ?”

you can see hiragi’s eyebrow raise in the rear view mirror. he scrunches his nose but he’s pliant as a dog in the way he shifts his arm towards you. his biceps flex & you bite your lip because god knows the gutter is your second home. you clear your throat.

“ta-dah !”

you wrap his muscle like it’s a present. hiragi allows his eyes to leave the road and meet your own before glancing at the pink satin wrapped neatly around his arm. he watches you from the corner of his eye as you fish out your phone, camera trained on his bicep.

“done ! see, nothing life threatening or dangerous this time.” you play back the video with giggles leaving your lips. you flash him the phone and toma is met with the footage of the ribbon bulging against his arm. he thinks it’s silly, even slightly erotic in some twisted way, but you grin at your screen with cherry tinged cheeks like you’ve just seen some funny joke.

hiragi sighs. he was still in one piece, so who was he to complain ?

★ SUO HAYATO + COUPLE Q&A !

“what’s my favorite color ?”

“pink.”

suo hayato can’t breathe under water.

you dunk his head extra hard, the ice in the bowl stinging at his skin. when you pull him up his nose is red dappled and his cheeks are swathed in peach jam.

he sneezes, shaking his head much like a dog. suo hayato looks up at you with pinkened eye and sopping wet eyepatch. “did you update your favorite color without telling me, love ?”

“yes, just now !”

“that’s not quite fair, is it ?”

you groan, tucking your knees to your chin. “you’ve answered everything correctly, suo. i’m the only one who’s touched the water since we began playing,” your lips tug into a pout.

suo hayato wipes at his nose. “guess this is your sign to be a better girlfriend, no ?”

you slap his arm and he grins cheekily. “not my fault you’re so secretive. i don’t even know your favorite color.”

your tone is bratty but suo can hear the heartbreak beneath it. wet lips kiss your knuckles and suo mumbles against your fingers,

“dark green, love. it’s dark green.”

you swallow the blood creeping up your throat and clear your chest with a grunt, “okay. it’s your turn now, suo.”

“alright. what’s under my eyepatch ?”

your eyes widen, “suo—!” & the taste of the water is sickening.

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