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mitsuyeaah · 10 months

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STRAWBERRIES & CREAM

SANZU HARUCHIYO x f! reader

“if i’m dreaming don’t wake, don’t wake me up from you in that sundress, here in that sunset.”

cw: modern au, sundress season with sanzu, fluff, nsfw (mdni), smut, pwp, oral (f receiving), food play, unprotected sex, creampie, clit slapping (brief), multiple orgasms (f), pet names (baby), swearing, sanzu being down bad for reader for wearing a sundress.

word count: 5.9k

a/n: my entry for The #SummertimeMadnessCollab event by @saccharine-darlin !! thank you for this awesome event! happy happy birthday to my one and only, haru <3

The hot summer wind danced around your figure, the smooth fabric of your pink sundress flowing with the breeze. You were surrounded with hues of green and red, the blazing sun in all its glory amongst the vast azure sky—not a single spec of cloud in sight; the buzzing of insects and trees waving at one another filled your ears as you wandered down the never-ending strawberry fields. Rows and rows of green and red stretched across acres of land which brought joy to your heart, like a child discovering a sweet treat for the first time.

“Maybe I should’ve stayed at home.” Your boyfriend hissed, swiping a slender hand across his neck, attempting to wipe away the thin layer of sweat that has formed there. Rosy strands of his shoulder-length mullet uncomfortably stuck to the sides of his neck, his fringe slightly sticking together just above his aquamarine eyes and thick lashes, a slight scowl forming upon his pretty face. You whipped your head over to where he stood, turning your torso as you looked over your shoulder, “Oh, lighten up, would you?” You chuckled from underneath the brim of your straw hat.

Before Haruchiyo could say anything, another tropical breeze danced around the two of you, this time, lifting the hem of your dress a little too high for his liking. He leaned over and jutted an arm out, catching the fabric in his hand and smoothed it down your legs before any prying eyes could wander above your knees— parts of you that only he could see and touch.

You gave him a sheepish smile as you held the fabric against your thighs, he could only shake his head and give a small chuckle, turquoise eyes becoming a shade lighter underneath the sun as he looked up at you. His cheeks were almost the same colour as his hair, a droplet sweat rolling down the side of his face. Feeling sorry for your boyfriend, you grabbed the white strawberry-filled bucket that hung from his forearm and placed your straw hat on the crown of his head.

“We’ll fill this up a little more, then we can go.” You wiped the sweat that rolled down the side of his face with your thumb and ventured further down the field, following the narrow path underneath your shoes.

His heart skipped a beat at your little gesture, the familiar warmth spreading across his sweaty chest as he surveyed the back of your figure. God, you always managed to make him fluster at the smallest things, the two of you have been in a relationship for quite a while now and not once did you not make his heart flutter with something as innocent as that, not that he was complaining though.

You were cute.

He looked at the way your pink sundress swayed around your knees, the fabric peppered with little red strawberries to match today’s activity—strawberry picking. How did you manage to look so heavenly under this scorching heat? Meanwhile, Haruchiyo looked like he just ran a marathon from the way his white polo shirt clung to every part of his torso, pants becoming uncomfortably tight around his legs the more time he spent under the sun.

Haruchiyo hated sweating but for you, he’d endure it.

He knew how fond of strawberries you were and so was he but he’d rather be in the comfort of his own home, eating them without having to break a sweat and practically bathing under the tropical weather. Plus, he loved your strawberries and cream cheesecake—luckily enough, his birthday was tomorrow and you had suggested to bake his favourite cheesecake flavour. Although, he didn’t expect the part where the two of you had to pick fresh strawberries for his cake.

You opted for strawberry picking instead of store-bought ones since it brought joy to you; the feeling of wandering around the endless fields of green and the faint scent of strawberries filling your nose. Even though Haruchiyo urged you to just buy from the store, the experience was still different and plus, it was time to get some much needed vitamin D, per your words—to which he responded by saying you could get vitamin D from another source, earning a slight smack from you.

Nonetheless, it was perfect. The cold dessert was just what he needed after being out in this scorching heat. He couldn’t wait to dig into the sweet treat and feel the coolness of the cake against his tongue, the bursting flavours and strawberries and cream melting in his mouth.

Feeling much better, the two of you sat on a wooden bench under a parasol with the strawberry-filled bucket resting on the table. After picking strawberries, Haruchiyo suggested grabbing strawberry ice cream that the farm had; he’s a sucker for these since they used fresh strawberries from their farm.

You softly chuckled at the man sitting across you eagerly licking at the sweet treat, the slight scowl that he held underneath the blazing sun no longer evident on his face, instead it showed pure content. The breeze was also cooler under the shade, rosy strands no longer uncomfortably sticking to his neck and his shirt didn’t cling to every part of his torso anymore. You met his aquamarine gaze as he looked up at you from under the thick layers of lashes, “Why are you laughing?” Genuine confusion was now plastered on his face, brows knitting together underneath his blush-coloured bangs.

“You’re cute.” Embarrassment filled his whole body, hands ever so slightly tightening around the waffle cone. Haruchiyo was never the one to know how to act when receiving compliments. Yes, he complimented you a lot, endless praises spilled from his lips very easily but when he’s on the receiving end, he doesn't know what to do. In your opinion, that’s what made you fall for him harder—the way his cheeks turn crimson red and his shy turquoise eyes avoid your gaze.

Before he could even process your compliment, you made a small noise out of surprise as you felt the melted pink liquid make contact with your index finger. Haruchiyo watched as you placed the ice cream on your other hand, lips encasing around the digit that was stained with the melted substance. His keen eyes followed the way your tongue darted out to lick a long stripe from the cone and up to the ice cream itself, following the trail of the melted ice cream.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his cerulean eyes following your tongue’s every movement. An action so innocent yet it flipped a switch inside him, rather quickly, even. Hell, who was he even lying to, he has been on edge ever since he saw you in that goddamned dress. The way the thin fabric effortlessly cascaded down to your knees, and the low neckline of it, deliciously exposing your collarbones. Haruchiyo wasn’t worried about other people looking at you because he knew you were his and he was yours. Goddamnit he was the only one hitting that, and no one else.

God, the way the dress hugged your body in all the right ways made him lose his mind. He has never wanted to rip the clothing off of you as quickly as you put it on but alas, you guys had plans for the day. In all honesty, he was ready to go home and take you right then and there, maybe even keep the dress on while he pounds into you; the neckline yanked down to expose your breasts. But, his deepest desire can wait. He’ll have to behave, for now.

“What’s on your mind, Haru?” His heart skipped a beat at the nickname; you always called him ‘Haru’ but his mind suddenly went elsewhere. How cute would you look as you call him by his nickname while his cock is sheathed inside you, and to top it off, your strawberry dress hiked above your hips as he gives it all to you. It may be his birthday today but you deserve all the pleasure he’s about to give you once the two of you get home.

Haruchiyo shook his head and mumbled a ‘nothing’; before he knew it, the two of you were back home, a bag of strawberries in hand. He gently placed the bag atop the kitchen island before pulling you in for a deep kiss. His lips tasted like strawberries, just like you expected. A hand cupped your cheek which allowed him to deepen the kiss, his lips were full of want as it moved desperately against your own. Haruchiyo didn’t shy away from shoving his tongue past your lips as you parted them to let out a muffled whimper.

You stood there, trapped between his body and the kitchen island, and all you could do was grip the collar of his shirt. “Mhm.. Haru, I still have to make the cheesecake.” You let out a sigh of content as Haruchiyo moved from your lips, trailing open-mouthed kisses to your jaw, and down the side of your neck. A light sheen of sweat coated your skin but he didn’t care, he could handle a little sweat. He nipped at the sensitive skin there, earning a small moan from you. “Baby, you can do that later.. I want you all to myself.” Haruchiyo furrowed his brows as you breathlessly laughed at his reply.

“It’ll be quick. Plus, what’s a birthday without a cake?” “Hmm, the cake I need is right here, though.” He wrapped his arms around you to grope at your ass, causing you to yelp. Your eyes widened, meeting his aquamarine ones which were full of mischief. “Haruchiyo.” You lifted a brow at him, the smugness in his face slowly disappearing before defeatedly raising both arms in the air and walking towards the living room.

“I love you!” You called out to him from the kitchen. “Whatever.” Haruchiyo playfully grumbled from the living room. You shook your head and chuckled but before you could do anything else, he piped up again. “I love you.” A smile crept up to your lips, unable to bite it back. He was adorable to say the least, and you couldn’t have asked for more when he gave you his heart.

Throughout the entire time you prepared the cheesecake, Haruchiyo stood by the island counter. Pools of aquamarine never leaving your figure as you paced back and forth around the space. You’ve made this dessert countless times for him but he never fails to watch every single time, and despite watching it all, he has never jotted down a single process in mind. If he was being honest, he was running impatient. His cock grew harder with every passing minute, straining his pants; Haruchiyo couldn’t help his mind wandering to various things he’d do to you once you were done.

It also didn’t help how you decided to keep that goddamned sundress on while making the cheesecake. You were teasing him. He knew how much that dress drove him crazy, how it made him absolutely lose his mind. Haruchiyo watched the way you wiped your finger on the side of the bowl to gather the cream you’ve made and bring it up to your lips, sucking on your index finger. Fuck, the way your lips moulded around your digit, and the way you let go of it with a ‘pop’ pushed him to the edge.

Haruchiyo pushed himself off the kitchen island to make his way to you. You were finishing the last few touches for the dessert, decorating the top with freshly cut strawberries just like how you and Haru liked. Almost dropping a strawberry at the presence behind you, you let out a small yelp as he caged you in between the counter and his body. Haruchiyo placed his hands on your hips, pulling them back a bit just enough for you to feel his clothed hard on.

“‘M getting impatient, baby. Can’t let the birthday boy wait for too long, right?” He dipped his head to kiss the junction of your neck, earning a small sigh from you. Resting your head against his shoulder, his lips wandered further as you gave him more access—leaving trails of maroon and dark purple. “W-wait, Haru. Let me just put this in the fridge–ah!” A yelp slipped past your lips as he ground his clothed cock harder against your ass.

Everything became a blur after the dessert was stowed away in the fridge. Haruchiyo had you bent at the hips, your torso against the kitchen counter as he hiked your sundress up to reveal your ass. “Hmm.. so perfect for me.” He gave it a little slap before massaging the spot, earning a moan from you before nudging your legs wide open. As he kneeled, he yanked your soaked panties down so that your wet cunt was in perfect view right in front of his face.

A loud whine slipped past your lips as Haruchiyo sucked on your wet entrance—the sounds that came from him were rather lewd given as to how hard he was sucking. The loud erotic sounds bounced off the kitchen walls, and went straight to your ears; it wasn’t like it was your first time being eaten out by Haru, it was just that the sounds never failed to make you flustered, especially with the way he hummed against your cunt like it was the most satisfying meal he’d had all day.

“H-Haru! Aah, slow down!” Your fingers gripped the edge of the counter, legs threatening to give up as Haruchiyo pushed his face further between your legs. “How can I hold myself back when you taste this good, baby?” He mumbled into your bare skin before shoving his tongue past your folds, earning a loud whimper from you. Your cheeks warmed at the way Haruchiyo’s tongue felt inside you, and the way his lips sucked at your entrance—it hit all the right places within you, and you swore you could almost see stars. “Haru! Fuck..!” Your knees buckled at the never ending stimulation at the apex of your legs.

Despite being not much of a talker, Haruchiyo was definitely skilled with his tongue in other ways—ways that would bring tears of pleasure to your eyes without a doubt. Your forehead met the cool marble top of the counter as his fingers rubbed fast, tight circles at your clit; your mouth parted but no sound came out. You could feel your head spinning from the amount of bliss you felt at this very moment; oxytocin coursed throughout your body as Haruchiyo didn’t falter with his movements.

Knees buckling, he tightened his grip around your legs to keep your lower half from meeting the tiled floor. Your stomach tingled, all the way to the tips of your digits as your sweet release was right around the corner—soft pants turned into hard, high-pitched breathing mixed with attempts of crying out Haruchiyo’s name as you neared your orgasm. “Haruuuu~ F-fuck, I’m cumming–ngh! Aah!” Your nails painfully dug into the hard material of the countertop as your orgasm hit you hard; the intense pleasure shot up your spine as your whole body trembled, the blissful sensation engulfing you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you finally let go, cumming around his tongue as the building knot in your stomach snapped. Haruchiyo hummed against your pussy, sending more vibrations up your spine. He rode out your orgasm with his fingers still mercilessly stimulating your clit, and his free hand snaking around your front to play with your hardened bud, pulling a loud yelp from you. He sloppily licked up all your cum, hums of satisfaction leaving his lips as he cleaned you up. Your back arched at the feeling of the heightened pleasure, whining as Haruchiyo pushed you to overstimulation. Reaching a shaky hand behind you, you tugged at his rosy strands, trying to push him off your cunt before cumming around his tongue again.

Haruchiyo laughed at your cute attempts to get him off but he obliged but not before placing a chaste kiss on your throbbing entrance and standing up. He pulled your trembling torso against his chest, rubbing his hands up and down your waist before whispering close to your ear, “Hmm.. you know what’s making me act this way, huh?” Shivering at the way his breath fanned at your skin, you shook your head no. You didn’t trust your words at the moment since your mind was long gone and fogged with thick clouds of lust. Nothing else.

Your boyfriend let out a saccharine laugh, his hands snaking around you to cup your breasts through the thin fabric of the sundress. “This. Fucking. Dress.” Haruchiyo harshly yanked down the top part of your dress with every word that came out of his mouth to expose your torso. He pressed his nose against the side of your neck, inhaling you intoxicating sent, “Fuck. I have been losing my mind since this morning. Ever since I saw you in this goddamned dress, I just wanted to bury myself in you right away.. You’re such a tease, huh..?” Haruchiyo skillfully removed your bra and tossed it somewhere in the kitchen, making a soft thud as it hit the tiled floor.

He wasn’t lying. As innocent as you looked in that sundress, he couldn’t help but think of every nasty thought that came into mind—it wasn’t his fault that you looked absolutely stunning with that dress on. You knew Haruchiyo had a thing for clothes that matched his rosy strands, especially if it accentuated your body in all the right ways, bringing out the most beautiful parts of you—though, he thinks that every single part of you is beautiful. He has been trying to keep his cool for the entire time in the strawberry fields. It also didn’t help how the flimsy material of your dress danced around the wind, hiking up your legs to reveal your delicious thighs.

Fuck, if Haruchiyo had the opportunity to take you right then and there back when the two of you were in the fields, he would have. He wouldn’t hesitate, not one bit. You were just so goddamned beautiful that he had to show you how much he loved every single bit of you. Breathtaking, to say the least. Sometimes he’d mentally curse himself for thinking of such lewd thoughts when you’re just standing there looking so innocent, so perfect but he knew you better than anyone. You loved to rile him up, and today was one of those days.

“Mhm—ah! R-really..? I knew you’d love it, Haru.” A smirk crept its way up to your lips, your voice shaky from your previous orgasm. Haruchiyo clicked his tongue, he wasn’t surprised that you specifically wore that dress to tease him. He absolutely loved it when you made efforts to rile him up, it was cute because he knew damn well it worked on him every single time. “Tsk. Wearing this just to tease me? How naughty, my baby.” You let out a moan as he massaged your breasts—Haruchiyo loved the way his large hands easily fit to cup at your mounds, like they were specifically made for your chest.

Arching your back, you replied to him with a whimper, “Ngh! Well, I have to treat the birthday boy somehow, right—ah!” The chuckle that slipped past your lips abruptly turned into a full-blown moan as he pinched at your nipples, gently rolling them in between his digits, causing goosebumps to form under his lewd touches. “Always so good f’me my baby, aren’t you?” Haruchiyo trailed a hand up to your chin to angle your head towards him to kiss you. You moaned against his lips as he bucked his groin against you, rubbing it hard enough to feel the entirety of his length between the valley of your ass.

He chuckled at your attempts to form coherent sentences after pulling away from his lips, something along the lines of wanting his cock inside you. He tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth before letting it go to place a chaste kiss at the corner of your mouth. Haruchiyo skilfully turned you around so that the two of you faced each other; his eyes wandered across your bare chest, mouth watering at the way your breasts spilled from the neckline of the dress that’s been messily pulled down.

Haruchiyo marvelled at the way they looked, so tender, and plump from how he had been massaging them earlier. Fuck, he’s always had a thing for your chest. You furrowed your brows as he reached for something behind you, the glass bowl loudly scraping against the marbled countertop as he brought it closer to the two of you. “Since you don’t need this anymore.. Let’s not have the leftovers go to waste, hm?”

You blinked up at his aquamarine gaze, so full of mischief and slyness as he held the large glass bowl in his hand and the silicone spatula on the other. You watched as he scraped the spatula around the bowl, getting every bit of the cream you made earlier for the cheesecake and dropping it directly on your bare chest. A gasp left your lips as you were met with the cold cream against your warm skin.

It was a new sensation indeed but not weird enough to have you recoil. As a matter of fact, you kind of liked it despite knowing how much of a sticky mess it’d leave you—not like you haven’t felt that before, though. You and Haruchiyo were new to this whole thing, bringing food into sex; you never really thought of it as food and intercourse doesn’t sound as pleasing as it seems but now that you were experiencing it first hand, you didn’t mind at all. As long as it stayed away from your cunt.

Haruchiyo’s eyes were practically gleaming as he finished layering your breasts with cream—he was like an artist admiring his greatest masterpiece. “You’re so beautiful..” He let out a dreamy sigh and gave your lips a small peck before eagerly dipping his head below your chin to lick the sweetness off your chest. Your palms dug into the edge of the countertop, gripping them for your dear life as Haruchiyo licked a long stripe between the valley of your breasts, the sweet substance gathering at the tip of his tongue, all while holding your gaze—aquamarine eyes fixated on yours, like it was made just to look into your eyes and nothing else.

You let out a shaky breath as he stood up right, immediately resting a hand on your nape to pull you into a slow, sensual kiss. You hummed in delight as Haruchiyo didn’t hesitate to shove his cream-coated tongue past your lips, the sweetness of it dancing on your tastebuds. The kiss was messy, the sweet substance coating his and your lips which left wet, sticky trails around your mouths. He groaned into your mouth before swiping his tongue at your bottom lip, and kissing the corner of your mouth to clean up the mess he has made.

At this point, your head was spinning. Fuck, you wanted him so bad. The way Haruchiyo took his time to appreciate every single part of you left you breathless—your chest heaved up and down as you stared into his eyes with desperation. He was always like this, worshipping your body to the point where it drove you absolutely crazy; it may seem filthy and lewd to others with how he worshipped you but you loved it. Oh, you loved it a lot. It made your heart sing for his name, and every cell in your body yearned for no one but your lover standing right in front of you.

He placed his hands on your waist—the sundress still clinging to the lower part of your torso as he dipped his head into your chest once again, this time going for a breast. Biting back a moan, you threw your head back at his wet tongue languidly circling your sensitive nipple, rounding your back at the overwhelming sensation of his mouth, torso ever so slightly jerking. You tugged at his rosy roots as Haruchiyo gently bit at the supple flesh of your breast, it didn’t hurt, it was just the right amount of pleasure to send your mind in a frenzy.

Haruchiyo eagerly lapped up every single cream-covered spot on your chest, earning him whines and whimpers from you as you tugged at the rosy tufts of hair. He had his gaze on you the entire time, admiring all your reactions under his tongue that your body had to offer him. You were cute—the way you let out short, shallow pants as he keenly sucked on your sensitive skin, the way you bit your lip as he swiped his tongue under your breast, and the way you looked at him with such adoration and lust; your brows knitted together in pleasure, lips slightly parted to whisper his name like a prayer.

Your front was left in a sticky, wet mess from Haruchiyo’s tongue; it was so naughty but you loved every bit of it. The way his tongue left messy, wet trails all over your body had shivers running down your spine, and the way his lips circled against the supple skin of your chest to suck it dark red, and purple left you breathless. He kissed every love bite that peppered your front, one so gentle and chaste that earned sighs of contentment from you, a contrast to what he was previously doing before, which pulled shameless moans past your swollen lips.

He turned you around once again, hips pressing against the edge of the marbled counter as he left open-mouthed kisses down your bare back, goosebumps forming under each wet kiss. “Haah~ Haru..” Haruchiyo hiked the dress up to your lower back, exposing your bare ass; he gave it a slap before grabbing the back of your right knee to prop it atop the cool surface of the counter. You braced yourself against the countertop, palms planted on the cool surface and back pressed against his chest. The sound of his belt unbuckling could be heard, the loud clang of the metal part startling you a bit as it met the tiled floor.

Haruchiyo didn’t bother stepping out of his pants as it pooled around his feet, and hastily pulled his underwear down, sighing as his cock was finally freed from its suffocating confines. He hissed as he circled his hand around his throbbing cock, languidly stroking it and using the bead of pre cum from his pink tip to lubricate his cock—it sat heavy in his hand, the way it pulsed like it had a heartbeat of its own, so eager and so ready to be buried inside you. He rested his chin on your shoulder, running the blunt tip of his cock along your wet entrance, pulling a desperate moan from you.

A small chuckle left his lips. Haruchiyo figured he’d been teasing you enough, plus, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. The both of you let out a moan in unison as he pushed his cock past your wet folds, his length easily slid inside you due to your previous orgasm—the sound was wet and lewd, the way it squelched as he pushed his hard cock into you, your cum from earlier running down the inside of your legs as Haruchiyo filled you up with his dick. Your hands–which were previously flat against the countertop–balled into fists, nails uncomfortably scraping the cool surface. With your leg propped on top of the counter, it drove his cock deeper inside you.

A string of profanities eagerly left his lips. He let out hard pants like he’s just run a marathon—his face right beside yours as his chin rested on your shoulder. “Mhm..! So perfect f’me.. All mine.” He stilled his hips as the entirety of his length was sheathed in you, Haruchiyo knew you didn’t need time to adjust to him, no—you took him like a fucking champ every single time but he was the one who needed time to adjust. The way your walls hugged him tightly made his head spin, it also didn’t help how you had a habit of clenching around him once he was fully inside you.

He gritted his teeth as your walls clamped down on him for a few seconds, eyes glued shut in pleasure. “F-fuuuck..! Baby—haah! I might just cum if you keep doing that—ngh!” The grip he had on your leg tightened as he let out another moan; Haruchiyo let out a breath he’d been holding as he felt you relax around him, whispering sweet praises against the side of your neck before finally moving his hips. His free hand supported his weight by gripping the edge of the counter, effectively trapping you in between.

The pace he had set was relentless and merciless—just how you liked it. Short, high pitched moans left your parted lips as you closed your eyes shut, focusing on the way the tip of his cock deliciously kissed your cervix again and again. Haruchiyo knew your body like the back of his hand, he knew the certain angle that would absolutely drive you crazy, he knew which buttons to press to help you reach your orgasm quicker.

The sound of skin slapping and squelching bounced around the walls of the kitchen as Haruchiyo’s hips made constant contact with your ass—he watched the way your ass moved with every hard thrust he gave you, jolting your body forward and placing a dull pressure on your hips. He could feel your cum from the orgasm earlier drip down to his heavy balls, making a complete mess as his skin slapped against your own.

Your whole body shook from the way he pounded into you, moan after moan leaving your lips after trying to form at least one coherent sentence. “Shit.. Look at that..!” Haruchiyo let out an erotic gasp as a white ring formed at the base of his cock from how wet you were, this riled him up even more; the hand that gripped the counter made its way to your front, and down to your clit to draw figures of eight with his ring finger. You moaned at the heightened pleasure, arms giving up on you and before you knew it, your front was met with the cool surface of the countertop.

Haruchiyo used your bent figure as leverage to drive his cock deeper into you, standing at the ball of his feet and angling his hips higher. You could feel the back of your eyes heat up as tears threatened to spill, “Ah! Ah! Ngh—aah! Haru..!” Your back arched, deliciously pressing against the counter as he slapped your clit. This caused your knee to buckle, your lower half to almost meet the floor if it wasn’t for your other leg on top of the counter, and Haruchiyo’s arm snaked around you.

He grunted right by your ear with every thrust of his hips, his body molded against yours, his own hips bent as he pressed his chest to your clothed back; he knew how much the sounds he made turned you on—the way his erotic sounds flew right to your cunt to make you even wetter. “A-aah! Shit..! That’s it baby—ngh!” He groaned as he felt you squeeze around him.

It was truly a sight to see. The way your sundress barely covered you; the neckline yanked below your breasts and the skirt of it hiked up to your lower back as Haruchiyo mercilessly dicked you down. It didn’t even serve as an article of clothing anymore, no; now, it just looked like a reminder of what caused your boyfriend to be this crazy about you. It was like some kind of medal that you wore as he fucked you senseless, a piece of fabric covering your middle while the rest left you fully exposed.

The contrast between the pink blush of the sundress, and the strawberries that peppered the fabric and the way Haruchiyo was pounding into you was almost laughable. A piece of clothing, so simple, so innocent yet driving him insane like this—as the saying goes, less is more. Your leg that was atop the counter started to become numb, your foot tingling, and thighs burning as it kept that position but you didn’t care. Not when he was fucking you this good.

“M—aah! C-cumming, Haru..! S-shit!” You moaned, your fingers painfully digging into your palm from the immense pleasure that was starting to course throughout your body. Your boyfriend buried his face in your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo before letting out a heated gasp as you clenched around him. He gave your nape a few kisses here and there, whispering such dirty things against your sweaty skin to help you reach your orgasm. The way his balls messily slapped against your clit, and the way his cock bullied your insides was enough to get you over the edge.

Your lips formed an ‘o’ shape as you let out a shameless moan, face contorted in nothing but pure bliss. You trembled as your second orgasm rocked through your body; tears streaming down your heated cheeks, knuckles white from balling your fists, and back arched from the immense pleasure. Haruchiyo did his best to keep thrusting despite your walls tightening around him to the point where it was almost pushing him out. “Ngh—ah! T-that’s a good girl..!” He sucked at the skin on your upper back, helping you ride out your orgasm to the fullest.

High-pitched whimpers escaped you as he pounded away at your cunt, trying to chase his own sweet bliss. Haruchiyo let out one last grunt before stilling his hips and stuffing his cock deep inside you to blow his load. “Aaah~ Ye–eaah..! Fuckin’ take it all—haah!” You gasped as you felt his hot cum paint your insides white, stuffing you to the brim, some of it dripping out and down your left leg, as well as down his balls. Haruchiyo stayed like that for a while, trapping you between his body and the countertop as he came.

Before your body could relax against the marbled surface, your muscles tightened as your boyfriend started to fuck his cum deeper into you. Since the entirety of his length was already sheathed inside you, he gave you quick, shallow thrusts, allowing his cum to reach you deeper while some of it messily spilled out and dropped onto the tiled floor. “Aaah! Shit..” Your body jerked with oversensitivity as his hips didn’t once falter. “Mhm~ That’s r-right.. Take all of me and make sure it doesn’t spill out, huh?” He panted against your ear, kissing it before slowly pulling out of you, earning a whine from the both of you.

“Mmm. Maybe I should keep wearing sundresses like this..” You breathlessly chuckled, stumbling into his chest as you took your leg off the counter to face him. Haruchiyo wrapped his arms around you—his cheeks were tinted pink, hair stuck to his forehead and neck, and eyes blown with lust, god, he looked handsome while fucked out. “‘M not complaining, baby. It is my birthday after all.. Maybe another one tomorrow. I’ll have my dessert then we’ll eat the cheesecake that you made.” He rested his chin on the crown of your head, squeezing you in a tight hug.

It took you a while to process his sentence. His dessert, meaning you.

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angelltheninth · 6 months

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Hi, can you do are you wearing my shirt? it looks good on you with kazutora?

I can! Love this trope so much! It screams fluffy and domestic.

Pairing: Kazutora Hanemiya x Reader

Tags: fluff, sharing clothes, sleeping over, cuddles, flirting, only one bed, new relationship, literal sleeping together

A/N: Prompt from this list.

42. "Are you wearing my shirt? It looks good on you."

How could you be so stupid to forget to bring pajamas to your sleepover with Kazutora? It was the only requirement, literally. What now? If he saw you half naked... no, no, too early for that kind of thinking. While both of you confessed your relationship was still new, and even the impulsive Kazutora knew not to push you.

Tease you? Oh yes, it was his new favorite thing, but he wasn't pushy with intimacy.

So in order to do the same and not give him the wrong idea you rushed through his closet and pulled the first shirt you saw over your head.

"What are you-" Kazutora paused at the door. He was holding a towel in one hand and a cold bottle of water in the other. Ah, that's right, he wanted to exercise a little tonight but then you reminded him of the sleepover. "Are you wearing my shirt?" He couldn't stop the giant grin from splitting his face in half, "It looks good on you."

"L-Listen... I forgot mine okay? And this one looked okay. Besides you weren't wearing it!" You crossed your arms over your chest, defensive and ready to be teased for this too. You knew someone as ruthless as Kazutora would never miss this chance.

He leaned his head to the side, revealing both his eyes to you, "If you wanted to wear my clothes you could have asked. I gotta say though, I didn't expect you to be possessive. I always figured that would be my thing." He placed the bottle and the towel on his desk and walked over to you, his steps light as a tiger approaching his next meal and his eyes matching that hunger.

Like any pray you backed up, right onto his bed. "Wait, h-hold on, this isn't- I'm not- I really just wanna sleep with you Kazu!"

"Only sleep?" He asked, grinning as he took his spot next to you on his small bed. "Just kidding. Gonna take more then that for you to get in my pants." You wanted to deny these not at all baseless accusations but you couldn't form the words when Kazutora hugged you close against his bare chest, "Play your cards right and you'll get there soon. Not tonight, I'll let you sleep for tonight." Implying that he wouldn't on any other night.

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killsaki · 1 year

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greed ☆ kisaki tetta — you’re spoiled, spoil him too?

cw/tw : (my) bonten kisaki, murder mentions, raw sex, creampie, possessiveness, brain dump, unedited/drabble.

your boyfriend likes to make you happy; likes to leave no room for error or disappointment when it comes to you. there will never be a chance for anyone else to treat you better, because kisaki treats you the best.

he’ll hand you his black card if you talk about something you saw in a storefront, he’ll buy out your favorite restaurant on your anniversary. he’s flew you out of the country after one mention of you wanting to get out of the house, and even had men killed for mishandling you. so, of course when times come that you start to paw at him, batting those pretty, needy eyes he can’t even pretend to ignore—he wants to fuck you in the way that you prefer.

he’d be happy to fuck you hard and fast, to tease you until you’re dripping down your thighs, shower you in degradation until you cry—if that’s what you want. he says he can, and he knows he can but when it comes to, the two of you always end up having the slowest, neediest sex.

it always starts how you ask for it, with his trained fingers fucking into you, the obscene sounds from your slick only background noise compared to the moans you just can’t seem to hold in. the feeling of his lips along your neck accompanied by the sweet kisses he gives and whispers of “mine, mine, mine,” just make you even more weak in his hands.

he’s level headed. until you start to wrap around him, arms tangled behind his neck, legs trapping his own to keep him pinned to you. it’s the desperation you feel for him in your most vulnerable moments that make him so greedy for you. it’s simply not enough to love you, to have you beneath him—he needs you entirely. he needs you to love him, all of him; to see him for everything that he is—calculating, manipulative, dangerously intelligent, insanely obsessive—and to choose him despite it. to need him the way he needs you, for you to wish to burn the world if he was no longer in it. he wants to hear you say it, he needs to feel that you mean it.

he begrudgingly pulls away from where he’d found the perfect spot to hear your perfect pleads to take in your expressions as he frees his cock from the confines of his boxers. piercing blue eyes not for a moment leaving yours, even as you look back at him so sweetly with a gaze full of tears. the pure adoration you have for him spills out say you caress his face and makes him lose sight of what it is you said that you want—because his mind just says to give and all he has in the moment to provide is himself, so that’s what he does.

he oh so slowly, pushes his cock past your entrance, his mouth slightly dropping open as he watches the way your lashes flutter, how your head rolls from the deeper he goes. the feeling of your fingers twitch against his scalp, the chills he gets from the way you whine his name. how you sing promises of love and praises only for him to hear—if all fogs his mind in the most addictive way. and then there’s no turning back.

his hands twist in the sheets beneath you as he takes his time, watching you fall apart with static buzzing under his own skin. each push of his hips against yours has you melting deeper into the mattress, needy hands exploring his skin, scratching between his shoulder blades as he sucks possessive marks into your most sensitive spots along your collarbone. and up again to lock around the back of his neck, holding him against you as if there’s anywhere else on this earth that he would rather be when his lips finally meets yours.

your body is so honest for him, or maybe it’s from how closely he’s watched and noted your reactions—the way he’s about to tell when your orgasm is approaching just by the change in your breathing.

“ki’, please.” you all but cry, begging senselessly between short whines for what your boyfriend knows is for him to bring you over the edge.

he gives, resting on his forearm and watching you squirm beneath him as his free hand reaches between you. his ringed thumb rubbing perfect circles over your clit. “c’mon,” he kisses up your jaw, whispering lowly. “for me.”

“t-tetta—” you gasp as your walls start to spams around him, eyes squeezed shut with your mouth dropped open to let out the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard mixed in with the most intoxicating mumbles of his name and the part that gets him the most. “i love you, love you, love you—“

he can’t possibly hold back, his own end approaching him at the stomach aching speed it always does when you start to cum for him. his lips crash into yours to keep himself from letting out any noises that might make you repulsed, that might show a bit too much weakness from him. he kisses you, sloppy and slow as he fucks you both through your highs—not stopping until you’re squelching from the mix of your slick and his cum.

he’ll act like it’s not a big deal to pull from you, to clean you up with the smallest smile on his face. but in reality he wishes he could stay there forever, watching your blissed out expression as he’s still plugging your cunt. where he can image you belonging to just him forever, for no one else to see, or to touch.

“hey,” you whisper as he finishes, your weak hand grabbing his wrist before he leaves the bed. he lets you pull him down closer, to lead him. “i love you.”

his smile starts to grow, but he chooses to hide it in another kiss. as if you can’t feel it pressing against you, not that you’ll ever mind.

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suashii · 5 months

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꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝒟𝐼𝒩𝒩𝐸𝑅 𝒯𝐼𝑀𝐸

info ⭑ haitani ran x f!reader. 1.7k wc. nsfw (minors do not interact) ﾉ established relationship ﾉ teasing ﾉ fingering ﾉ oral (f!receiving) ﾉ mentions of creampie

if you were in your old apartment, one of your neighbors would have been banging on your door with a noise complaint by now. it’s one of the many perks of living with bonten’s haitani ran; his penthouse allows you to live without the concern of angry neighbors berating you for attempting to find joy in your daily tasks. you would make a list of all the other benefits if you weren’t too busy sliding around the kitchen in your socks and using the spatula as a makeshift microphone.

the bluetooth speaker sitting on the edge of the counter farthest from the food you’re cooking blares a song from the random playlist you had put on some time ago when you began to prepare dinner. as much as you love your new home, you have to admit; the silence that blankets the apartment while ran is away can be suffocating. you’d much rather have him home with you but your musical performances can tide you over until he finishes things up at work.

a lyric you can never resist singing approaches, gluing your feet to the spot in front of the stove as you ready to belt it out. you’re in the middle of hitting a note when a pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you back so that you’re flush with his chest. you don’t have to turn your head to tell it’s ran. “you, my dear, have the voice of an angel.”

“someone’s out for brownie points,” you joke through a giggle. even though you haven’t faced any complaints regarding your loud music, maybe you should consider lowering the volume just a bit. you didn’t hear the automated ring of the lock signaling ran’s arrival. hell, you couldn’t even hear him coming towards you.

“me? never.” he shakes his head but a knowing smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. his chin comes to rest on your shoulder and you can see the two tones of his short, styled hair. it was neatly gelled this morning but now, a few strands stray from the coiffed majority. he must have been running his hands through it all day.

a deep, thoughtful hum vibrates the junction between your neck and shoulder, effectively gaining your attention. “what’s with all the clothes under this apron?”

you snort. what he’s getting at is clear but you feel the need to kid with him first. “that’s kind of the point of an apron—to protect the clothes you’re wearing beneath it.”

“i suppose,” he sighs, the breath of air wafting past your ear and sending a chill down your spine. “although, i do think you’d look a lot better without these.” he tugs on the hem of your cropped top and waistband of your thin lounge shorts. they slap against your skin with a resounding snap, pulling a surprised squeak up from your throat.

you’d be lying if you said ran’s ministrations and sugared words didn’t turn you on, but he could wait until after dinner was ready if his plan was to get you all hot and bothered. “you’re so shameless.”

“don’t worry, though,” he continues, ignoring your statement. you feel the neat bow tied behind your back significantly loosen. the strings of your apron brush against the bare skin of your legs as heavy hands find a home on your hips to spin you around. ran smiles and the corners of his violet eyes crinkle. “we can fix that easily.”

he pulls the apron over your head, discarding it on the island behind him. in one fluid movement, his hands grip your thighs to lift you onto the counter. the surface is cool beneath your skin and you fail to hold back a gasp at the contact. your parted lips give him the perfect opportunity to lean forward and capture them in a kiss. it’s a hungry clash of teeth and mingling of tongues that sends heat directly down to your core. even when ran pulls away, a string of saliva keeps the two of you connected. “mm, i’ve been thinking about kissing those pretty lips all day.”

you grin at the thought of being on his mind when you’re apart from each other. a sense of pride swells in your heart knowing that you mean so much to him. you’re not able to appreciate it for long before his mouth is on yours again. wandering hands make their way up to grope at your breasts. nimble fingers sneak their way under the hem of your top, pinching and tugging at your hardened peaks. the rough sensation draws a whimper up from your throat. ran’s chuckle rumbles against your lips.

“alright, alright, i’ll stop teasing.” his voice is breathy as he pulls away from you. heavy hands fall from your tits but he makes no move to pull your shirt back into place—he’d rather leave them out on display. instead, his hands bunch up the smooth fabric of your shorts. ran’s thumb taps at your thigh. “lift your hips up for me, yeah?”

you follow his command, steadying yourself on the counter before raising your pelvis. he smiles at your quick obedience, dragging both your satin shorts and panties down the length of your legs and casting them away to a pile on the floor. he, too, lowers to the floor, propping himself up on his knees.

from this position, he’s got the perfect view of your pussy. he licks his lips and whispers, “gorgeous.” his lips curl up in a smirk, eyes still trained on your cunt. “and so wet. you must have been thinking about me, too, huh?”

you nod, exhaling a heavy breath as deft fingers run up and down the slit of your puffy folds. his movements are deliberate, slow and calculated. it’s only when he’s ready that you feel one finger prodding at your entrance, ever so slowly sinking deeper and deeper into you until you can feel the cold metal of his ring against your heat. he doesn’t give you time to adjust to the chill before he’s dragging his finger out of your gummy walls just as leisurely as it entered. the lazy pumping continues and you’re sure he’s enjoying himself; if the smile tugging at his lips is any evidence. you, however, are frustrated. you try your best not to squirm as you speak. “more.”

“hm? more what?” he finally looks up to meet your eyes. there’s a teasing sparkle in his lilac irises, one that urges you to elaborate. and you know you should, otherwise, you’ll never get what you want.

“another finger,” you whine. “‘n faster, please.”

he huffs out a laugh through his nose. “as you wish.”

ran’s a man of his word, plunging another lithe finger into the warmth of your cunt. you suck in a shaky gasp at the uncharacteristically fast intrusion—although it satisfies you, fills you up like you had hoped it would. and, just as he promised, ran picks up the pace. the relaxed speed becomes one that’s more erratic, desperate even. with the curl of his fingers, he reaches the spot he was just short of hitting earlier, the one he knows works you up.

“f-fuck!” you choke out. your exclamation brings a grin to ran’s face. you never fail to give him the exact reaction he’s looking for. but—and he’s not afraid to admit this—he’s greedy. he wants, no, needs more. he’s sure you’re willing to give and he’s more than happy to take.

still knuckles-deep in your cunt, ran dips his head down to leave a soft kiss on the bud of nerves settled at your apex. you twitch beneath his lips and the man takes it as a sign to continue. his tongue pokes out, wet and pointed, to circle the sensitive pearl. your thighs tense tighter and tighter with each swirl and the knot in your tummy grows taut, threatening to snap at any moment.

ran easily takes notice of your impending orgasm. one final push is all it will take to send you over the edge and he knows exactly what will do the trick. you’ve done so well for him, of course he’ll reward you for being good. he bites back a laugh before wrapping his lips around your swollen clit to suck at it—once, twice, thrice, until your back is arching and your eyes are rolling into your skull.

a wave of pure bliss washes over you but your cries of pleasure are overpowered by the jolting blare of the fire alarm. you don’t have a single second to wind down from your orgasm before ran pulls away from you, drags his fingers out of you, to deal with the situation on the stove. you’re left a shaking, sweaty mess perched atop the granite counters.

with his clean hand, ran easily turns off the burner and removes the pan of ruined food from the heat. the fingers covered in your essence make their way up to his mouth while he examines what was meant to be tonight’s meal. you watch as he casually cleans the indication of your arousal off of his hand. “well,” he pulls his fingers out with an exaggerated pop, “that’s beyond help.”

his show sends yet another wave of excitement straight to your core. the bulge pressing against the front of his tailored pants is no help either, creating an outline that’s practically screaming ’look at me!’. all you can think about is ran between your legs, his cock buried in you, and the warmth of his release painting your walls. you tilt your head back and let out a breathy sigh. “shit.”

“no need to fret,” ran assures you with a knowing smile. “i’m sure that restaurant you like can fit me in for a last-minute reservation.”

the veiled innuendo is cause for a pout. you and him both know that dinner is the last thing on your mind.

heyoooo, it's sua :3 thank you for giving this a read! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment! much love from me to you ❤︎

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youatemylollipop · 4 months

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South: It’s a dog eat dog world.

Y/N: No! Don’t say that! What about wolves? Are you telling me that the whole pack structure is a lie? Does that mean werewolves don’t actually exist?

South: …

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17020 · 1 month

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☆ LOVE IS IN THE MEOW.

In which Chifuyu Matsuno forgets to feed his cat after getting into a fight, and is also obsessed with Shoujo manga. Not to worry, though, he found someone to care for him and Peke J. 1.7k wc. Chifuyu is a bit ooc, fem! reader, injuries mentioned. Inspired by "Me and Excalibur", the fifth extra chapter.

Peke J was... a hungry cat. Enough to get CHIFUYU MATSUNO into hot water.

'Are you really going to take care of it yourself?'

His mother's question had found itself lingering on his mind as he rushed out of his room, too engrossed in the emergency meeting the Tokyo Manji gang had scheduled for the afternoon, thereby leaving the black cat with no meal. It was well past midnight, and the blond had yet to return. Another late dinner for the feline.

With an open window, Peke J opted to explore his surroundings, settling for whatever he found to chow it down.

Peke J let out a soft meow. It was pitiful and weak. The cat growled as he jumped from his owner's window to the one above him. As the black cat landed on the fire escape, he felt his stomach rumble. An emergency meeting in Tokyo Manji meant a confrontation was inevitable, but it also meant poor Peke J was left with no choice but to munch on scraps he found on the streets.

Meooowr.

This time, it was high-pitched, loud, and cranky. The cat grew irritated as he looked at his own reflection in the closed window. Hunger had struck again, and Peke J's upstairs food supplier was nowhere to be found. A sudden, salty aroma broke the cat out of his trance, carefully jumping down the landing to follow the smell of fresh fish.

This led the cat to his owner's downstairs neighbor, a young woman named Yn Ln. You awaited the cat; sitting cross-legged on your landing, in front of you laid a plate filled with canned tuna. The cat wasted no time in approaching the plate, relieving his desire for food.

"You hungry, pretty baby? Did your owner forget to feed you?"

Busy devouring the plate in front of him, the cat could only let out a muffled purr.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'."

Truth was, his owner did forget to leave food on his plate before leaving; Chifuyu Matsuno struggled to balance his life as a delinquent and a feline father. Unbeknownst to him, his raven-haired neighbor from upstairs fed him whenever Peke J approached his window, leaving Chifuyu with the impression that his cat was well-off in his own care. And now, it was up to you to care for the cat, which had quickly consumed the tuna off the plate.

The cat groomed himself, licking his paws and whiskers so there was no residue of his meal. You took this as an opportunity to pet the cat, running your fingers through its rich, black fur. Your fingers traced the scar next to the cat's ear, with him pushing his head forward, melting into your touch.

"What's your name, kitty?"

The cat purred in return, climbing onto your lap. He laid there as you softly embraced him. Peke J grew fond of you with each passing minute, as pampering was something his owner did not provide during the day. You got ahold of his collar, admiring the cross it had hanging from it. As your looked for his name tag, a voice was heard. It was a whisper-yell, coming from the landing above.

"Peke J!" the voice whispered, "where are you, Peke J?"

Instinctively, the cat sprung up from your lap, meowing as he climbed the fire escape in search of his owner. Curious, you followed Peke J, going up the staircase which led to your neighbor's window.

"You should really care more for your cat, y'know? Poor kitty was desperate for food."

In front of you stood a young man. He was blond, handsome, with gorgeous green eyes. You wondered why you hadn't met him before, because you swore you would have remembered a face as mesmerizing as his. The cuts on his face ultimately answered your doubts, as he had been beaten to a pulp. Bruises, a black uniform, a white sash wrapped around him, gold lettering—

There was no doubting it. He was a gang member.

"And you should mind your business. Peke J is well taken care of."

He immediately regretted his choice of words. Defending himself from his neighbor's implications was in Chifuyu's nature, but he did not mean to come off as abrasive. He stood in front of you, face red from embarrassment. He was captivated by you, taking in your beauty while you crossed your arms and stared at him with a blank expression. Even when mad, you were simply charming.

Chifuyu was internally scolding himself, because he was a total fool for saying the first thing that came to mind. Did his advice for Takemitchy turn to dust? Were the Ai Yazawa works he read worth nothing? The girl in front of him was beautiful, and he completely shunned her off. No wonder he didn't have a date for New Year's.

"It becomes my business when your cat comes to me for food. I'm Yn Ln, I live on the floor below yours."

The boy had been given a second chance, it seemed, and he was more than willing to take it. The collection of Shoujo manga sitting in his bedroom had taught him that, if anything, chances like this are hard to come by. He was not about to ruin this.

"Name's Chifuyu Matsuno. Thanks for caring for Peke J while I was gone" he replied with a bashful smile. Your eyebrows furrowed with worry as you studied his face, concerned with the boy's injuries. He had some cuts and scratches on his cheeks, a bruised eye, and a few traces of blood on his nose.

"You... uh... need any help with that?" you asked, gesturing to his face.

He nodded, not wanting to say anything that could jeopardize this opportunity. "Come with me, I have a first aid kit in my bathroom" you smiled, stepping down the stairs and entering your room through the open window, leaving the blond to follow after you.

Chifuyu Matsuno was nervous.

To be quite frank, he felt like shitting himself. It was not the first time Chifuyu let another person tend to his wounds, having his friends patch him up at their homes or hideouts.

This time, though, it felt different.

Because the person who was to treat his wounds was a total babe, and his mind was clouded with every possible scenario he read on the mangas he had stacked on his bedroom floor.

He sat on top of your bathroom sink as you pulled out a cotton ball from a small bag which sat in Chifuyu's lap. You soaked it with alcohol, positioning yourself in between his legs as your hands reached for his face.

'A classic', he thought, 'though it would've been nice if she were the one sitting.'

And it was, indeed, a classic. It was a typical scenario straight out of his magazines: a boy, a girl, and a room so cramped with little to no place to move. To Chifuyu Matsuno, this was perfect.

With a gentle grip on his jaw, you guided your hand towards his cheek, brushing the soaked ball onto his scratches. Chifuyu was used to the sting of antiseptics, so he showed no reaction as the ball stroked against his skin. On the other hand, you were anxious, afraid of causing discomfort on the boy. He noticed how your movements became stiff, with the ball now barely touching his injuries.

"Is this the first time you do this?"

You nodded in response, "I've fed cats before, but I've never had to patch up their owners."

He smiled, getting ahold of your hand clasping the cotton ball and bringing it closer to his face.

"Don't be scared, I won't bite."

Still, you were delicate, careful enough to not apply excessive pressure. His eyes gently closed, slowly relaxing into your touch as he absentmindedly let out a content sigh.

"Seems like you're already used to this" you commented while discarding the used cotton ball. He nodded in response, softly laughing. "I've had worse."

Curiosity had gotten the better of you, as you took out another cotton ball from the bag. "What happened?"

This prompted the boy to recount the events that occurred during the afternoon up until midnight: the meeting with ToMan, the brawl, and the punches he received (and returned). He went on and on, even narrating his background and how he became vice-captain of the first division. It was strange for him to open up, especially to someone whom he had just met. Nonetheless, he felt a sense of comfort with you, seeing as you saw past his 'tough, gang member exterior' and saw him for what he truly was.

A (very) carefree feline father.

You reached down to his lap, taking out bandages from the bag. You placed them on his skin, softly pressing them to make sure they stuck properly. He was patched up, and it was time for him to go.

"All done, Matsuno."

His eyes fluttered open, and his lips formed into a smile. "Drop the formalities, it's Chifuyu" he laughed, "thanks for patching me up."

His body was unconsciously leaning towards yours, and before he knew it, his lips were placing a quick kiss on your cheek. His body acted on its own, and with wide eyes and the color drained from his face, he nervously awaited your reaction.

To his surprise, you leaned in to peck his cheek. "If you need help next time, just stop by" you whispered, "whether it's with injuries or Peke J, I'll be more than happy to help."

He was about to get off the sink when he noticed the shift in your gaze as you leaned out. Your eyes drifted off towards his lips, with your lips being slightly parted. Chifuyu took notice, and with half-lidded eyes, he gently brought you closer. Feeling your breath on his lips, Chifuyu experienced giddiness like never before.

"May I?" he asked. He made a mental note that, if he succeeds tonight, he would spoil Peke J rotten.

You did not reply, instead opting to close the gap between you and him. Chifuyu felt like he was on cloud nine as his lips slammed into yours. Your hand went up to carefully hold his cheek, and he snaked his arm around your waist, bringing you even closer. This was way better than his magazines, this was dreamlike. Every protagonist from every novel he had read—they could suck it—because Chifuyu Matsuno had outdone them all.

Oh thank you, Peke J. Thank you so—

Meoooow.

Chifuyu pulled away as he sighed in defeat. You smiled as your eyes met the blond's.

"Quite the needy cat you have there, Chifuyu."

In his mind, Chifuyu was cursing out his cat. Because God bless Peke J, but God damn him too.

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enassbraid · 10 months

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𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 !

-> He’s tough, but can he stay that tough when it’s just him and his beloved?

Ft. Shuji Hanma and Rindou Haitani

Cw) cursing, reader is called crazy once in hanma’s part, mentioned murder in rindou’s, ran’s a little shit, throwing my Rindou Neon Genesis Evangelion enjoyer headcanon in here, kinda corny ngl!!!

: ̗̀➛Hanma

Hanma Shuji should be incapable of loving someone. At least, that’s what anyone who’s met him believes.

Unhinged, violent, cruel, and ruthless. Any word that’s similar to crazy fits Hanma like a puzzle piece. Simply imagining him in a healthy relationship seemed otherworldly.

And yet somehow, there was someone crazy enough to see past all his flaws.

It was bewildering to watch it all unfold. The Hanma Shuji treating someone with humanity and pure respect, without any ulterior motives? Impossible. Was this the same Hanma in the delinquent world?

Apparently it was.

Of course, Hanma kept his cold exterior in public. But he still showed affection with little things, like giving you his jacket in the cold. And if it wasn’t too crowded- he’d more than likely hold your hand.

They were little things, but they baffled everyone around him.

Everyone but you.

This was the Hanma you knew, your Shuji.

You weren’t oblivious to who he was outside of you, it’d take a real fool to be unaware of that side of him. But did that side of him really matter when it wasn’t the one he treated you with?

To say you were worried on some nights he came home late would be an understatement. Yet the second you hear a knock on your door, all you fear washes away and is replaced with hope, rushing to the peephole to check who it is.

And there he is- standing there with that sly grin of his. You waste no time in opening the door for your boyfriend, not a millisecond.

“Shu!” You say, a smile creeping onto your face. But seeing him up close makes it impossible to miss the bruises scattered across his face and knuckles- one more noticeable than the other. “Another fight I see?”

“You know me babe. You gonna let me in, or nah?” You move to the side, allowing him to enter. He looks around for a moment, as if he was taking in a place he’s never seen before. “Somethings different.” He concludes.

“Different? You were here this morning, nothing changed since then.” You rolled your eyes playfully, but Hanma was seriously trying to spot a difference.

“Nope, there’s a difference…”

The way he’s continuously turning his head and squinting in certain directions almost makes him look… funny. If someone who’s never heard of Hanma walked through the door right now, the last thing they’d assume he is would be a delinquent.

For some reason, that made you feel warm and fuzzy.

“I got it, it’s a candle, isn’t it?” The way his eyes light up at the realization makes you giggle. “Pumpkin donuts. I got it last Halloween, but never used it.”

“You mean we got it last Halloween.” He corrected.

“Well who paid for it?”

“You may have paid for it, but I picked it out.”

You stared at each other for a moment, only to break out into a fit of laughter. “Okay- okay. Fine… the candle we got last Halloween.” You giggle.

“That’s better!” He chuckled obnoxiously.

That warm fuzzy feeling in your chest got stronger, and it was only then you realized what it was.

Only you get to see this side of Shuji.

No one else gets to see the relaxed, funny, friendly side of him. It’s a side that’s reserved for you and you alone.

You could stay like this forever, you think. Just standing here watching Hanma genuinely smile and laugh was more than enough to keep you happy.

“Say, you gonna let me treat those wounds of yours this time? Or are you gonna say-“ “A few bruises never hurt me baby. I can sleep it off.” He cut you off with the same old excuse.

“You stubborn little…”

“Ah ah ah, I may be a stubborn little asshole, but…”“you’re my stubborn little asshole.” You finished his sentence for him, a grin making its way onto his face.

Despite your boyfriend’s reluctance, you still treated his wounds. The last time he came home like this he refused to let you help- and you weren’t letting him get away this time.

As much as he complained, saying he was a ‘grown man and didn’t need treatment for bruises’, he enjoyed every bit of it.

As long as it was you taking care of him, he really didn’t mind.

: ̗̀➛Rindou

It was no secret the Haitani brothers were utterly ruthless.

Just before they were teenagers, they already killed a man. Although Ran will insist the kill was just his, anyone else will say they both killed that guy.

But hey, at least they have some fucking charisma. Otherwise they’d be the most insufferable pair known to man. Not only that, but the younger Haitani might not have been able to score the best possible lover for him without that charisma.

Someone who balances him out perfectly.

Ran couldn’t believe it. Sure, the brothers were attractive. Everyone knew that. But you’d have to be real crazy to wanna stick around them after seeing just how unhinged they can be.

Yet somehow, the younger Haitani found someone who was perfectly sane.

“How the hell did you bag someone like them?” Ran whisper shouted in the kitchen, keeping it down knowing you weren’t too far away in the living room.

“Just how deranged do you think I am? I’m much more normal than you y’know.” Ran scoffed at Rindou’s comment, refusing to swallow his pride. “You know what I mean! They’re so… nice. And stunning? Are you paying them?” The younger rolled his eyes.

Sure, maybe you were out of his league by a long shot. But was it really that hard to believe his and yours relationship is a real one? He grumbled as he made his way back to the sofa with snacks for you and him.

“Oh, thanks Rin. You really didn’t have to…” you smiled, and Rindou could feel his cheeks heating up at the sight.

“It was no problem… uh- what movie did you wanna watch?” He asked politely. Ran almost spit his drink out, did his ears deceive him?

“What about The End of Evangelion? I never got a chance to watch it when it came out.” You knew Rindou enjoyed the Evangelion anime, and wanted to get into it more so you two could talk about it without him insisting ‘not wanting to spoil it for you.’

“End of Evangelion it is… I think this is my eighth time watching it.” He chuckled.

“Twelfth, actually.” His older brother corrected him, seemingly appearing out of no where. Rindou groaned in annoyance. Didn’t he tell Ran to leave you two be for tonight?

“Oh, hi Ran!” You greeted. “Hi (Name)! See, Rin? It’s not so hard to greet me, you’re lover right there can do it just fine.” He taunted, watching the way Rindou’s eyes twitched in annoyance with amusement.

“What’d ya want from me?” He groaned.

“Your s/o right there.”

“Excuse me?” He almost yelled, but held back in fear of scaring you off.

“Not like that, man.” Ran laughed. Rindou probably would have ignored it… if it weren’t for the fact you were laughing with him.

It pissed him off. Here he was, trying to have a nice movie night with his s/o. Only to have his brother come in and intrude. “Are you done yet?”

“You tell me. Are you done playing prince charming yet?” You laughed even harder. The two brothers were going back and forth in front of you, and you couldn’t take either of them seriously.

“Whatever, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone now.” The elder waved you two off as he returned to his room, leaving you and Rindou in an… odd… silence.

“About what he said-“

“I don’t think you’re faking anything right now, Rin.” You beat him to it, he thought.

“I don’t want you to feel like I’m faking anything.” He started, taking a breath. “Everything I say and do I mean, you’re the only person I’ll ever soften up around.” He finished, shyly looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“I wouldn’t be lying if I said I didn’t like the special treatment.” You giggled.

“Yeah, you better.” He said teasingly, before looking back at the TV screen.

“So about the movie…”

“You wanna watch it for a twelfth time?” You asked, shocked that he’s not sick of it yet.

“My twelfth time, your first.” He chuckled, hitting the play button.

Instead, it was your first time half watching it, as you and Rindou ended up falling asleep halfway through. But who could blame you? Your bound to feel so relaxed in sleepy when basking in someone you love’s arms.

Ran made sure to take a picture before you two woke up, just to tease Rindou about it fir god knows how long.

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#𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘)

☰ SYNOPSIS ⋮ it’s always been you for him, just like it’s always been sano shinichiro for you

— pairing ⋮ sano shinichiro x reader

— length ⋮ 8.3k words (sobsob)

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, best friends/childhood friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, jealous shinichiro, slightly insecure shinichiro, virgin shinichiro, dry humping, praise, handjobs, unprotected sex, creampie, misunderstandings, the bike shop incident but he lives (in my world he never dies), love confessions, happy ending :)

— notes ⋮ this is for my sweet angel @arlertslove 's selfship collab <3 tysm for letting me join i had so much fun writing my lil love story with shin <33 and fank you cat and ris for listening to me ramble about this and beta reading 💋

shinichiro is used to girls coming into his shop looking for wakasa. he’s used to the wandering eyes and the stalled excuses as they wait around for his friend to show up. and he’s fine with it, really. it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why someone would want imaushi wakasa, and he’s not so stupid as to miss the fact that his friend is as smooth with words as he is gifted in the looks department.

but still, he kind of wishes he could fulfill that one last part of his “biker dream,” the one where he’s got eyes with heart-shaped pupils following his every move as he pretends to be unaware, rolling his sleeve up as a “coincidence” while he tightens bolts with his wrench. but he finds the only eyes of a girl that ever seem to pay attention to him are yours—and he’s okay with that, really.

it’s just that you’re simply way out of his league, and he’s not foolish enough to daydream over a king’s riches when he’s dressed in the rags of a commoner.

“shin, do you ever leave this lame ass shop?” you complain, taking a sip of your soda from your straw. from the side, manjiro makes a disgruntled sound of protest.

“you wouldn’t get it,” the child huffs, cheeks puffed out as he glares at you, “girls don’t get cool stuff like this.”

“oh, i’m sorry,” you snort, shooting him a teasing grin, “i’ll try harder to see the wonders in scrapped hunks of metal.”

“this is not scrap,” shinichiro grumbles, tinkering away at the engine of the bike before him, tongue stuck out in concentration. your gaze softens just a little at the way his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead. “this ol’ thing’s still got some life left in her,” he hums, “think i could make a decent number offa her.”

shinichiro is a simple man. he wears a white t-shirt and dark jeans every time you see him, and he does his hair the same way he has since the day you met him as a kid. he has the same fast food order that you know by heart by now, and he still gets a diet coke from the convenience store every time you get a bag of chips—the only thing that’s changed is he now adds a pack of cigarettes to the mix, a sheepish grin on his face when you look at him disapprovingly.

i’ll break the habit someday, he always tells you, today’s just not that day. and then, before you can open your mouth to tell him not to make promises he can’t keep, he swoops in under your nose and grabs your chips from your hand, lumping them in with his pile and paying for you despite your protests.

every time, without fail.

“that is if you don’t keep her for yourself,” you point out, making him roll his eyes.

“are you here to drink all my soda or lend a hand?” he grumbles, shooting you a half-hearted scowl. “now make yourself useful and hand me a few screws,” he turns back around, hand reaching behind him as he motions for you to offer them to him. you reach for what you think are the screws—that is until manjiro snorts in amusement, of course.

“those are nails,” he snickers, hopping off his stool and moving to get the correct items in question. your brows furrow, glaring at him when he sticks his tongue out to you before plopping a few screws in his brother’s hand—which look awfully close to nails if you might add. “see? you girls aren’t cool enough to understand the difference.”

“hey,” shinichiro scolds, tongue peeking out again as he concentrates on lining the screw up just right. something fond bubbles in your chest at the sight, something warm and sweet, even if it feels just a little scary. “if you keep saying things like that, you’ll never get a girl, manjiro.”

“oh yeah? you’ve never had a girl, shin. what would you know?” the blonde pipes up, and almost instantly, a wave of crimson dusts over his cheeks as shinichiro throws his brother a dirty look. and when you chuckle, hand clamping over your mouth as you giggle into your palm, the blush rises to the tips of his ears.

he’s cute, you think. he’s always been a charmer, always made your lips twist upwards no matter how much you tell yourself you won’t let him. he’s a good friend too, sends you songs he thinks you’ll like, never leaves you on delivered for too long—even if you text him at three am, and sometimes, even as he rolls his eyes and complains, he’ll shove his plate your way when you steal a bite or two.

shinichiro’s a simple man. he’s got a good head on his shoulders, and more importantly, a good heart in his chest.

you think you hate whoever the girl he’s going to spend the rest of his life with is—even if you’ve yet to meet her…and even if she doesn't quite exist just yet.

“well, i know how to respect them,” he points a thumb at himself, flicking manjiro’s forehead affectionately as he stands to his full height. he reaches over to grab a towel, wiping the grease off of his hands. “you better head home now,” and then he turns to you. “and you, i’ll walk you home.”

you start to protest instantly. “i can walk myse—”

“i’ll walk you home,” he says firmly. “it’s getting dark.” you know better than to argue with him when he uses that tone—the same tone he uses on manjiro and emma when he’s being gentle yet firm, loving yet strict.

“fine,” you huff, but the warm feeling from earlier returns, this time tenfold. you almost think you’ve swallowed the sun in the middle of winter.

“you better come home right after. grandpa says to be home in time for dinner for once,” manjiro says pointedly, and with a whine of complaint as you ruffle his hair with a grin, he’s off. and then it’s just the two of you as you turn back to shinichiro, devious look on your face that tells him he’s about to be the unfortunate victim of your relentless teasing.

“you know, at this rate manjiro will settle down with someone before—”

“are you two just gonna spend the rest of the night in here?” a voice cuts you off, smooth and deep—and at the moment, the bane of shinichiro’s existence. wakasa strolls in, hands in his pockets and the stick of an already finished lollipop in between his teeth as he finds his way to stand next to you.

shinichiro pretends he doesn’t care about the way you beam at his friend. no, he tells himself, he doesn’t care one bit.

“not everyone closes up early like you,” you tease, poking wakasa’s chest as his smile widens, “quit slacking off at your gym.” and wakasa is as easy to fall for as he is to talk to. he lets banter fall off his tongue almost as naturally as people fall for his charms, and shinichiro doesn’t see why you should be an exception.

wakasa isn’t a weak man who runs toward trouble before he can think. he wouldn’t have to stand in between your legs as you’re sat on the sink, flinching under your touch as you dab disinfectant on his wounds. he wouldn’t stumble over the right words to tell you when you flash him a smile as you ask him if you look alright. he wouldn’t cry over small things and embarrass himself when you’re around to witness. so of course you’d want imaushi wakasa—who wouldn’t?

shinichiro just wishes that it were as easy to shrug off the sinking of his heart as he tells himself it is.

“well, there’s not much keeping me there when i don’t have a pretty face to keep me company,” wakasa teases back as he winks playfully, and shinichiro almost has to swallow down bile as you look down shyly.

when was the last time you ever looked away from him shyly? or the last time something he said ever made you stumble over your words as you answer back? his mood sours, and then before he can think, he shrugs his jacket over his shoulders, lips pressed into a tight line as he clears his throat for your attention.

“well, you heard manjiro. i shouldn’t be late for dinner,” he says dryly, making your brows furrow. “i’ll be off.”

“but what about—”

“waka will walk you home,” he grunts, cutting you off before turning to the male beside you, “you know how to lock up.”

“shin—” but then he’s gone, and you’re left alone with wakasa as the door shuts behind him. you stare at the man next to you, and he stares back, and neither of you quite know what to say—or what’s even happened in the first place.

and when you get home that night, for the first time in a really long time, your text message gets left on delivered for ages—even though it’s not three am.

——————————

by now, it’s common knowledge that sano shinichiro has never had much luck in the love department. he asks and asks, and girls always deny and deny. but contrary to popular belief, he’s not desperate for some sort of action like most guys his age are. he’s not particularly interested in sex—at least, not urgently, anyway. and he doesn’t think he’s undesirable by any means, after all, he wasn’t the leader of the top gang in the nation for nothing. he’s sure there are girls who would happily take the chance to sleep with him—but that’s not quite what he wants. he doesn’t want a meaningless fling one after the other.

he just doesn’t like the idea of waking up to empty sheets with the lingering scent of perfume and sex, and he doesn’t like the idea of not knowing the names of people he gets in bed with. and he especially doesn’t like the idea of letting people see the intimate parts of him without feeling intimately for him in some shape or form. the truth is that shinichiro, the weak king and famed leader of the mighty black dragon, is really just a romantic at heart.

so he asks shyly, roses in one hand and his heart in the other, weight shifting on the balls of his feet. he asks and asks, and girls deny and deny—and he wonders if maybe he’s just too pathetic to love.

and then there’s you.

he’s been in love with you since before love was a concept he even understood—and he suspects he’s even been in love with you since his “girls have cooties” stage at the tender age of six. for as long as he can remember, sano shinichiro has grown up on the warmth of your hand holding his.

you hold it in line at school when you insist he be your line buddy, you hold it when you carefully help him off the ground when he’s beaten by people twice his size, you hold it when you’re nervous about getting lost in a busy crowd on the streets, and you hold it in his dreams before tugging him in for a kiss.

but of course, as on brand of his luck as ever, he wakes up before he can feel the softness of your lips and taste the sweetness of your chapstick—which he suspects you wear strawberry flavored.

except today, shinichiro doesn’t get to wake up to the crushing disappointment of your kiss being cut short. instead, today he’s awoken by the loud sound of a fist banging on his door, making him jolt awake with a gasp.

“shin, open the damn door,” you demand from the other side, and he groans, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with a scowl. now he’s thinking of the image of your lips pressing onto wakasa’s, and he feels bitterness creep up his shoulder, hunching over him and whispering sweetly in his ear to ignore you and promptly fall back asleep.

but you’re nothing if not persistent, so you keep pounding against his door.

“sano shinichiro, if you don’t open this door right now, i’ll walk in whether you’re decent or not,” you warn.

“well, i’m naked. so stay right there,” he calls out—even as he’s dressed fully clothed in a tank top and sweats.

“you don’t sleep naked,” you point out dryly, and he can just picture the scowl on your face, the way your arms cross, and your cheeks puff up in anger. he can also picture the way your foot taps impatiently, and if he wasn’t so mad at you (for no good reason at all), he’d have smiled fondly.

“how would you know?” he mutters, “you sleepin’ in the same bed as me?”

“shin, just open the damn door,” you sigh, and the soft thud against the wood tells him your forehead has gently fallen against the surface.

shinichiro, as he has been for most of his life, has not one ounce of him that has the strength to deny you. so with a heavy sigh, he slumps back against the headboard of his bed, crossing his arms.

“door’s open,” is all he says.

you don’t waste a moment, twisting the doorknob and walking into his room. it’s dark, and the curtains haven’t been drawn yet, but like clockwork, you step over the piles of clothes and seat yourself at the foot of his bed. you know his room like that back of your hand, what with the way you’ve spent damn near two decades coming over.

sano shinichiro has been your best friend since childhood—which by default, has always made you both susceptible to the cliche they’ll get married when they’re older remarks adults love to throw around so easily.

at six, you don’t care much for the statement outside of the mild shock you feel that adults always bring marriage into everything. shinichiro is fun, and he’s sweet, and that’s it. more importantly, he’s tall and easy to find when you play hide and seek, so you always end up winning. but shinichiro also splits his candy bar with you when you can’t decide between that or a bag of chips, and in exchange, you give him half of your bag. it works—you think it’s a rather unlikely pair between the two of you, but it works.

at twelve, you’re disgusted. shinichiro and you could never get married—could you? the adults need to stop talking because honestly, adults don’t know what they’re talking about. they work just to pay taxes, they tell you to go to bed at ten pm because “sleep is important”—only to stay up until three am themselves, and they always talk about marriage when half of them can’t even make theirs work. shinichiro is your best friend and that's it. you don’t think you could ever kiss lips as chapped as his anyway.

at eighteen, you think the adults may have had a point. maybe they know what they’re talking about after all. shinichiro is so incredibly handsome—when did he get this handsome? he smokes outside with his hair slicked up, a new little style he’s trying out, but it’s always back to falling over his eyes by the end of the day. the phase doesn’t last very long. and even though as his best friend you hate that he inhales those death sticks, as his secret admirer you can’t help but appreciate how perfect his lips look curled around the roll of tobacco as he takes a drag.

at twenty-three, you hate the adults for filling you up with false hope. you think they must hate the youth and that’s why they fill their minds with sick, cruel daydreams and fantasies of true love and happily ever afters. shinichiro has asked every girl he can think of on a date except you. you know it’s because you’re his best friend—but that’s just the problem. best friend. that’s all you’ll ever be, and it’s all the more frustrating that it’s all he’ll ever see you as, that you’re the only fucking girl he hasn’t asked out—especially since you’re the only fucking girl that appreciates him enough to say yes in a heartbeat.

but shinichiro is your best friend, and you’d rather have him like that than not at all.

“why’ve you been ignoring me,” you cut right to the chase, crossing your arms and throwing him a look as mean as they get. he crosses his arms right back, looking to the side as he avoids answering your question.

he’s obnoxiously persistent in avoiding you even as you’re less than two feet away from him, so you decide you have no other choice than to be obnoxiously stubborn in demanding his attention one way or another.

“shin, if you don’t spit it out, i’ll tell waka it was you who scratched his bike,” you threaten. it’s a good start, it gets his lips to twitch into a slight frown, but he’s still determined. “i’ll scratch your bike,” you huff. still nothing. “i’ll tell manjiro about that one time you accidentally—”

“you promised you’d keep that a secret,” he scowls, and then his eyes widen. it’s too late, though, and you’re already grinning at him cheekily as you revel in your victory. rolling his eyes, he grumbles under his breath before uncrossing his arms and letting them fall to either side of him with a sigh. “what is it?”

“oh, i don’t know,” you scoff in disbelief, raising a brow as if to question if he’s being serious. “maybe it’s that you’ve been radio silent for three whole days. three! i could’ve been dead in an alleyway and you wouldn’t even know.”

“i’d be invited to the funeral,” he points out.

“i’d tell them not to let you in.”

“you’re supposed to be dead,” he furrows his brows, staring at you like you’re stupid—and then you’re back to usual for a moment, like he hasn’t ignored your existence every time he remembers you smile at wakasa, like you aren’t ready to skin him alive for disappearing off the face of the earth, like you’re both just too damn in love with each other to stay mad for long.

it’s a little too bad he doesn’t realize it and neither do you.

“it was hypothetical,” you pinch your nose. “stop dodging. why haven’t you been talking to me?”

“glad to know you noticed,” he grumbles. he could really use a smoke right now, he thinks. but it’s barely eleven am and he hasn’t even had breakfast yet—even he’s at least that much concerned for his own wellbeing.

“what’s that supposed to mean?’ your eyes narrow, angry slits that glare at him like they’re daring him to explain himself further and tread down such a dangerous path. but shinichiro doesn’t back down, doesn’t even falter as he looks you dead in your eyes as he answers.

“just thought you’d be busy is all,” he says nonchalantly. too casual, too relaxed. like the calm before the storm—and you sense a storm might be approaching rather rapidly. “talking to wakasa must really clog up your schedule.”

“what the fuck does that even have to do with anything, shin?” you stare at him incredulously. that evening was not your first time talking to imaushi wakasa, nor was it your second or third, and it likely won’t be your last. you’ve talked to wakasa so many times, you can’t imagine why it should matter to shinichiro now.

unless…

no, you reprimand yourself, no wishful thinking. but what else could it be if not jealousy? all too suddenly, a small spark of excitement knits itself comfortably into your bones, and in a small fit of boldness, you wriggle your brows at him. he scowls instantly.

“what are you makin’ that face for at me—”

“are you jealous, shinny?” you tease, shuffling to sit next to him, face inching closer to his. you almost—almost, but not quite—miss the way he gulps.

maybe wishful thinking is only wishful thinking until it comes true.

“w-what are you…n-now you’re just makin’ stuff up—” he cuts his stuttering off when you giggle, face crimson as he throws you a (weak) glare. reaching, you pinch his cheek, and you can hear the audible hitch in his throat as you do.

“jealous you won’t be my number one man? don’t worry,” you hum, patting his face gently with affection. anything to keep touching him. “you’re the only one i text at three am—though it would be much appreciated if you’d answer this time,” you say pointedly.

“you’re the only person i text at three am too,” he mutters.

“not that anyone else texts you at three am,” you snicker, throwing your head back and laughing when he gently bumps your shoulder with his. “it’s a good thing. more attention for me. if you text other girls in the middle of the night, i’ll have to enlist wakasa for more attention—”

his face sours, making you trail off. and for some reason, he really seems to be taking this friendliness with wakasa personally.

“well, what’s wakasa got that i don’t anyway?” he grumbles, “just cause he’s a good kisser or something doesn’t mean—quit laughing,” he hisses when he hears you chuckle quietly.

“how do you know wakasa is a good kisser?”

“you tryin’ to tell me you think he’s not?” he raises a brow. somehow, your silence tells him everything he needs to know, and he feels bitterness creep into his skin, seeping into the small crevices of sano shinichiro that are very hard to reach—the small parts of him that are envious and resentful, so unlike his usual golden heart.

“i’m sure you’d be a great kisser,” you offer, which he takes as a half-ditch effort to comfort him. “you just need to practice ‘s all.”

“yeah well, that’s kind of hard to do when no one even says yes to a date,” he grunts.

it’s quiet. he almost feels bad for springing this on you like this, like it’s your fault you’re into a guy as great as wakasa—like it’s your fault girls aren’t into a guy who pales in comparison like shinichiro.

“we could practice if you want,” you say quietly. he finally turns to look at you full on.

“what?”

“well, i mean…just for practice, you know? we’re still friends,” you shrug nonchalantly.

right, friends. but shinichiro wants to feel your lips on his one way or another, and this might just be the only way. he’s not going to ask for more than what he’s already been graciously offered from the universe.

“okay,” is all he says, voice somewhat strained. “d-do i gotta like…y-you want me to play music? o-or i could—”

“shin,” you snort, staring at him amused, “we don’t need music to kiss.” he’d be embarrassed—really, he would. but you’re just so pretty when your eyes are bright like that, and he’s shameless enough to be proud he’s made you laugh.

wakasa can suck on that, he thinks.

“w-well, i just thought…c-cause you know, people say music sets the…you know?” he stares at you like he hopes you’ll catch what he’s hinting, and you blink innocently—purposely, he suspects. “you know, th-the mood,” he croaks.

“we’re kissing, not fucking,” you snort. he sputters at the directness, and then you decide to spare him and cup his face with both hands, face hovering just inches before his. “just tell me if you want to stop, okay?” you murmur, thumb stroking his cheek tenderly.

like he’d ever ask you to stop, he thinks. still, he gulps and nods.

“okay,” he murmurs back when you seem to wait for him to say it verbally. “i will,” he assures,

and just like that, you kiss him. shinichiro almost takes this as a sign to pinch himself, just to make sure this isn’t a dream he got lucky in and didn’t wake up early from. but he decides if this is a dream, he’d be cruel to take away the one chance he has to experience this, so he plants his hands on your waist instead, gently tugging you to straddle his waist.

his lips are soft, and they aren’t chapped like they once used to be. your lips taste of strawberry chapstick, just like he always imagined.

shinichiro isn’t a bad kisser, you decide. he’s equal parts enthusiastic as he is gentle, and you’d be lying if you said this wasn’t one of—if not the—best kiss you’ve ever had. but then again, maybe it’s just because you’re in love with him. you’ll take him however you can, and even if this is just “as friends,” you’re content at the moment with the way his lips mold against yours, large hands gripping onto your hips as he pants under you.

except, neither of you takes the initiative to be the one who pulls away—and then one thing sort of leads to the other, as they always do in cases like this. your hands wander to his hair, tugging at his roots, he groans in surprise, and then suddenly both of your hips are grinding your crotches together. he lets out a muffled moan against your mouth as you rub against his growing erection.

and even though you really shouldn’t, you grind down on him until you feel his hard-on poke through his sweats, pulling sweet little whines from him as his breath grows ragged.

“f-fuck, that…that feels good,” he groans quietly, “keep doing that.”

“yeah?” you ask, “like this?” your lips are trailing along his jaw, sucking on the skin—just because you can, just because he’s not stopping you. he throws his head back against the frame of his bed, whimpering as you drag up and down his length through your pants. you gasp as you feel him rub against your clit, hips moving faster as you chase the friction.

he seems just as desperate for it as you do—because now, his hips buck to match your rhythm, panting raggedly as he feels his orgasm slowly build up.

“‘m close,” he gasps, “fuck, fuck, ‘m so close. jus’ a bit more—f-fuck,” he cuts himself with a whimper of your name as he cums, fingers digging into your hips bruisingly tight as he desperately rolls his hips against you. you watch his head fall back, how his cheeks are flushed with a rosy hue, how he shudders with a blissed-out face as his mouth parts with pretty little moans, how his hair falls over his closed eyes and curtains his face. you feel his pants dampen, sticky ropes of cum seeping through the fabric, making a mess and soiling both of your clothes.

but you’re too busy mewling as he drags against your clit to care, hips rutting against him faster. you’re close—he knows it too, and he’s determined to get you falling off the edge as quickly as possible.

“c’mon,” he says through a shaky voice, “jus’ let go, cum for me.” for someone with no experience, shinichiro isn’t as shy as you initially thought, and he certainly knows where the clit is. he guides your hips with his hands, helping you stroke against his cock until you slump over him, crying out as you cum too. your walls spasm around nothing, aching to clench around his girth.

“shin,” you whine, “sh-shit, feels good.”

“god, n-need to be in you,” he gasps, “can i? please, please, please,” he pleads into your skin as his head falls to the crook of your neck. you don’t waste a second, grabbing at the hem of his tank top and lifting it over his head, slipping it over his arms. you take off your own shirt, and his eyes fall to your chest instantly. “can…can i?” he asks hesitantly, and you nod, grabbing his hands to cup either tit.

“yes please,” you breathe, letting out a shaky sigh as he kneads your breasts in his hands before letting them wander to unclasp your bra. he gulps when it falls, eyeing your bare chest before leaning to press a soft kiss to your collarbone.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against the skin, nose brushing against it and sending shivers up your spine. his thumbs roll over your nipples, pebbled and hard under his touch, pulling a soft moan from you as he pinches lightly and rolls them between his fingers. “feels good?” he gives you a charming little grin—just a little giddy he’s doing something right.

“yes, keep going,” you whine, pulling a grunt from him as you shuffle on his lap to get closer, rubbing against his still hardened cock. your hand reaches past his waistband, pulling his length out and wrapping your hand around it as you squeeze gently.

shinichiro lets out a strangled groan—somehow, it feels way more different when it’s your hand and not his. he lets out ragged breaths as you gently stroke him, whimpering when your thumb glides through his slit and smears the pre cum around the head of his cock.

he’s pretty, long and curved and flushed a soft pink at the tip—and truth be told, bigger than you expected.

“fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he rasps, staring down at the way your hand fists his cock, a slick, wet noise ringing through the room as you drag your hand up and down his length. he moans, eyes fluttering shut as his hair clings to his sweaty forehead. and then you pull away, making his eyes fly open as his mouth opens to protest.

you speak before he can. “you sure about this?” you ask, and he swallows at the tenderness of your voice, the way your eyes are soft and sweet and searching his for any signs of changing his mind.

he shakes his head quickly—embarrassingly quickly if he’s being honest with himself.

“yes. please don’t stop, baby,” he groans, and the pet name slipping off his tongue is all the encouragement you need, letting out a labored breath before nodding.

shinichiro watches in a trance as you rid yourself of your pants and underwear, watches as you tug his own sweats down his hips and help him out, watches in sheer awe as your grip his shoulders and line your entrance up with his tip, rolling your hips to just glide him over across your folds, gathering your slick along the head of his cock. you both shudder at the contact, and slowly, you sink down on him, taking him in inch by inch.

“god—f-fuck, s-so tight,” he chokes, hands flying to your waist and gripping tightly, panting harshly as his eyes squeeze shut. you gasp, head falling to his shoulder as you sink down on the last few inches, bottomed out as he drags along your walls.

he’s big, and he curves into you just right—almost like he was made to fit you. slowly, you grind your hips, moaning against his shoulder as he groans, the sound of his voice making you clench down on him unintentionally.

“so full, shin,” you whine, “feels good—you make me feel good.” slowly, the grinding turns into your hips slamming down on him, bouncing on his cock as he throws his head back and lets out a wanton moan.

“sh-shit—you’re perfect, so, so perfect,” he rambles, hips snapping up to match your pace, thrusting into you deeper. he pauses for a moment when you let out a shrill squeal when he slams into you particularly deep, fat tip kissing your sweet spot and making you cling to him tighter. he throws you a cheeky grin, one that makes your heart melt and your eyes roll at the same time. “looks like i found it,” he grins to himself, and then he’s flipping you both over, a new aura of confidence radiating off of him that you’ve never quite seen in shinichiro.

“shin, please,” you whine, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling his forehead down to press against yours, “fuck me,” you whisper.

“shit, baby,” he groans, “look at you, so pretty. prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.” you clench down on him. who would’ve thought praise from his tongue could make you wonder if you’re about to cum again, but it sounds so perfect off his tongue. so intimate and so sacred. “needed you so bad, you have no idea.”

“me too,” you gasp, drawn-out moan pulling from your lips as he thrusts into you, rolling his hips and bullying his cock past your folds in a perfect rhythm—you almost question if he really has been a virgin this whole time.

shinichiro is pretty—it’s the conclusion you’ve allowed yourself to come to after a long time of denying it. he looks pretty when his hair falls over his eyes as the sun makes the strands look a shade lighter, and he’s pretty when he rubs his neck and laughs nervously in the endearing little way that he does. and now you know he sounds it too, breathy and whiny against the shell of your ear as he desperately fucks into you, losing himself to the warmth of your walls, to the way they flutter around him so tightly. he’s also pretty when he lets out a deep, raspy grunt, and it serves as a reminder that he’s grown into a man now.

he’s not the same cry baby on the playground, staring up at you through wobbly lips and a bruise on his cheeks, desperately fighting back the tears in his eyes.

he’s a man now, lean and built with muscle you never really noticed was there, with a deep, husky voice that you never really took the time to register how much has changed over the years, with hands that are big now, way bigger than you ever remember as they pin your hands over your head, wrapped around your wrists.

but somehow, he’s still the same shin when he meets your eyes as his forehead presses against yours. your shin—your shy, awkward, weak little cry baby shin.

and you love him.

“you close? ‘m so fuckin’ close,” he pants, and then his hand sneaks down in between your bodies to rub his thumb over your clit, making your back arch as you mewl, chest pressing against his as your nipple graze against each other. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum baby. cum with me,” he pleads.

“s-so close, shin,” you sob, “need it, need it so bad.”

“fuck, you’re so pretty,” he groans, “anyone ever tell you that? how fuckin’ perfect you are? you drive me so fuckin’ insane.”

“shinichiro,” you cry one more time before he angles his hips to slam into your spot, and then you cum—hard. your hips leave the mattress, shrill squeal rolling off your tongue as your walls spasm around him, making him grunt at the way you squeeze his cock. your legs are wrapped around his waist, mouth hung open as your eyes roll back, and if your face isn’t enough to send him over the edge, the way you moan through broken sobs definitely is.

“fuck, fuck—y-you gotta let go, baby. ‘m gonna…gonna c-cum, gotta let me go—”

“no, no, inside,” you beg, wrapping your legs around him tighter, pulling him closer as you stare up at him with wide, watery doe eyes. “please, i need it.”

he couldn’t hold back if he tried.

“shit—you’re really gonna fuckin’ kill me,” he groans, and then his lips are on yours, desperately kissing you, letting you drink in his moans and swallow them up as he spills into you, cumming a second time.

he cums for what feels like forever—and if it were up to you, it’d be longer than that. his hips are sloppy, fucking into you as he rides out his orgasm with muffled whines against your mouth and a tight grip on your wrists. “fuck, fuck, fuck—f-feels good. ‘s so good,” he babbles, and you can feel his cock twitch with every rope of cum he spills into you, painting your walls white. with three more thrusts, he finishes, whimpering as you flutter around him and milk him dry.

and as he pulls out, slumping his body over yours while he breathes through labored inhales, shakily catching his breath, you take this as the perfect opportunity to be brave.

you’re brave as you mumble, “i love you, shin,” fingers weaving through his sweaty locks.

he tenses. your heart shatters. there’s a knock on his door.

“shin, hurry up,” you hear manjiro’s muffled voice through the door, “grandpa says no breakfast for either of you if you don’t come right now.” there’s a quiet grumble of, “they talk so much, as if they don’t see each other every day,” under the blonde’s breath, and then you hear the soft pads of his feet as he walks away.

and silently, as you both dress and fix up your appearances, you don’t know if shinichiro is the same shin you grew up with.

you don’t stay for breakfast, and he doesn’t ask you to.

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shinichiro is stupid.

he’s a fucking idiot and he knows now why he’s never had any luck in the department of love. he’s pathetic and a coward and he deserves all the rejections he’s got lined up on his record—at least, that's what he woefully tells wakasa as he’s got his head in his hands.

“you’re not a virgin anymore?” wakasa asks in shock, mouth agape as though this is more surprising than the aftermath shinichiro’s so kindly summed up—the same aftermath that happens to be the worst mistake of his life.

“that’s not the fucking point i’m making,” he grits his teeth. “the girl i’m in love with thinks i don’t feel the same, man. can you read the room?”

“so no congrats cake, then?” wakasa asks, just to be sure. he dodges the screwdriver thrown at his head expertly. “i don’t see what the big deal is,” wakasa sucks on his lollipop, shrugging as though it’s a simple matter. shinichiro wishes his aim wasn’t equally as bad as wakasa ability to dodge is good. he really wishes the screwdriver hit. “anyway, just show up at her house with flowers and say, i love you too, i just got shy. girls love flowers.”

“i wasn’t shy, i was shocked,” he mutters quietly, “and it’s not that simple,” he grunts, sighing as he wallows in self-pity. wakasa is not as good at relationship advice as shinichiro thought, and now he’s even more irritated that someone as dense as his friend is blessed with so much romantic appeal.

“why not? she loves you, you know that now. the hard part’s done,” wakasa shrugs, “so you guys like…had full-on sex? are you actually not a virgin anymore?”

“you know what, forget i said anything,” shinichiro huffs, staring down at his hands with a frown. wakasa gazes at him for a moment, eyeing the look on his face that can’t be labeled as anything other than purely crestfallen.

“if you love her, you wouldn’t be sitting here feeling bad for yourself,” wakasa says quietly. “between the two of you, she’s probably more miserable right now,” he mumbles. “no point in being a coward now.”

it’s silent. and then shinichiro’s groaning before he stares up at the ceiling.

“i’m not like you,” he mutters, “i can’t sweet talk or be romantic or anything. i’m hopeless.”

“you’re right,” wakasa agrees thoughtfully, picking at his nails as he rolls the lollipop from one side of his mouth to the other, “you’re not me.”

“okay, man. i get it, you don’t have to—”

“that’s why you lead black dragon and not me,” wakasa looks him dead in the eye, giving him a pointed look as though to say wake up. “and that’s why she loves you and not me. quit makin’ excuses and get off your ass.”

and shinichiro is stupid.

he’s painfully unaware of a lot of things, reckless and a tad bit too spontaneous in his choices, but he thinks maybe you’ve known that all along, and you still love him even through the busted lips and wounded pride. you loved him through his delinquency and trouble-making habits, and you loved him before he’s built himself to be the most respected gang leader around these parts.

so with a nod, he smiles softly at his friend—maybe it’s a good thing wakasa dodged the screwdriver after all.

“thanks, man.”

“yeah, whatever, don’t make it weird,” wakasa grunts, rolling his eyes. there’s a fondness in his gaze, though—and his lips just barely tug at the edges. “so did you really last long enough?”

this time shinichiro throws a wrench.

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it wasn’t supposed to go down like this. he had a plan. a foolproof plan.

he had the flowers, he had the chocolate, and he even had a piece of paper in his pocket with a bulleted outline for the all the things he wanted to say—reading off of it word for word seems like a tad bit of a dick move, so he opts for bullet points instead of full sentences.

it was supposed to be smooth and heartfelt and endearing enough that you’d have absolutely no choice but to give in to his charms and say it’s okay, shin. i still love you. and maybe, if he got lucky and the universe was on his side, he’d get to kiss you some more. maybe other things too, but he tries to be practical and not hope for too much.

but evidently, the universe was not on his side because before he can even grab the flowers and be on his way to your house, he’s being robbed. and to make things worse, it’s by his own brother’s friends. and to add icing to the cake, one of them split his head open with a fucking chain cutter. he wonders if this is karma for trying to hit wakasa’s head with not just a screwdriver, but a wrench too.

so, instead of your front doorstep, he lands himself a nice little visit to the hospital, a teary-eyed manjiro and emma at his bedside by the time he wakes up.

“shin, do you remember me? i’m your sister, emma,” she says with wobbly lips and a quiet sniffle, tugging gently at his hospital gown. his eyes soften, and he places a hand on top of her head, ruffling her hair affectionately.

“yes, emma, i still have my memory,” he chuckles, “and you must be manjiro,” he teases. manjiro purses his lips with a huff, but when two tears trickle down his cheeks, shinichiro wipes them away with the pad of his thumb. “i’m fine,” he murmurs, “see? nothin’ to worry about.”

and then the door slams open and everyone flinches, all eyes darting to look at you as you stand with your own teary eyes and wobbly lips, the sound of your sniffles joining the rest.

“oh shin,” you sob, and soon, you’re gently cupping his cheeks and tilting his head to get a better look at the bandages. “does it hurt? are you gonna have any permanent damage? is the kid in jail? do you remember what happened? wait, do you remember me? it’s me, remember? we’ve been friends since we were kids, i helped you up after you got beat—”

“okay,” he hisses, “we don’t need to relive that. it’s in the past,” his eyes glance at manjiro and emma before meeting yours again. you purse your lips and roll your eyes.

“you almost died,” you spit at him, “how are you still worried about your rep?”

“i’m fine,” he grumbles, and then his eyes soften and he meets your gaze. he feels his heart sink when he notices there are tear tracks down your cheeks, staining your pretty little face in a way it never should be—you’re too good for this world for that. “really, i am.”

before either of you can even ask, manjiro is grabbing emma’s hand and tugging her along as he shuffles out the door, leaving you both to yourselves in the room without two sets of eyes watching…whatever this moment is as it goes down.

“shin,” you sigh, seating yourself down on the chair beside his bed. he almost whines in protest when your hands leave his face, missing your touch as soon as it’s gone. “i’m sorry i’ve been avoiding you. i…it’s not your fault you don’t feel the same.”

“wait—”

“it’s okay, you don’t have to say anything,” you cut him off, “i get it, really i do! and i’m not hurt. well, i am a little sad, i can’t lie, but i’ll be fine. we’ll be fine. i don’t…i can’t lose you, shin, you know? we can be friends, i’m okay with just friends—you’re my best friend, and i thought…i thought you were gonna die, and i hadn’t spoken to you in like five days, and—”

“but i do—” you shush him with a finger to his lips.

“just let me finish, okay? i’m really glad you’re okay, i don’t know what i’d do if you weren’t. god, you weren’t waking up, and there was so much blood when i got there, and manjiro was…a-and…” you trail off, voice cracking and eyes watering—and now you’re crying. sobbing, actually. sobbing and tearing his heart right out of his chest and shredding it one tear at a time, and he scrambles to grab your hand.

“you sure do love to hear yourself talk,” he grumbles, tugging you forward to wipe the tears off your face. and the proximity should make him the shy, awkward guy he always reverts into when you’re so close, but somehow all of it flies out the window at the sight of you crying.

he hates the idea of tears ever falling down your cheeks, and he hates the idea of him being the cause even more.

“what are you—”

“i’ve been trying to say,” he huffs, “i–” he takes a breath, one that’s a little shaky before he swallows. “i love you too. i just…just got surprised, you know? cause…cause you’re you, and you laugh at wakasa’s jokes—even though he’s not really that funny, anyway,” he rolls his eyes at the mere thought of wakasa, “and i just froze. i-it’s not cause…l-like, i meant to say it back, really! i j-just…w-well you know me,” he chuckles nervously. you’re staring with your mouth agape. “n-no one’s ever said anything like that to me—well, no. i do get told i love you…by like my family and stuff—wait, that sounds lame. forget that last part—” he almost wishes hanemiya kazutora hit him harder with the chain cutter at this point when he hears you giggle.

maybe death would be better than this, and at least that way he could haunt wakasa to make sure he stays far away from you. but he’s here, making a complete fool of himself as he openly admits that in his twenty-three years of life, he usually really just hears i love you from his younger siblings—and that’s typically only through batted lashes to get him to give in and let them get their way.

“well, at least hitting your head didn’t change you,” you tease, “you’re still the same.”

“it’s too soon to be making head trauma jokes,” he glowers, “i just poured my heart out to you, you know.”

“i know,” you hum, cupping his cheek and tracing a thumb over the skin. he leans into your touch and closes his eyes—and a small part of him is just the slightest bit proud he doesn’t need flowers and chocolate and his stupid bulleted list of things to say on paper.

maybe, he’s enough as is. shy, awkward, weak little cry baby self and all.

“it would be really appreciated if after this, you stopped giving imaushi wakasa the time of day,” he grumbles, “he’s really fuckin’ annoying.”

“you be nice to waka,” you chide, staring at him sternly. he pouts unhappily at the way you defend his friend. “he always says good things about you.”

at twenty-three, you think the adults are right. you don’t see yourself spending your days with anyone else besides shinichiro, and if you have to fight the reaper’s scythe yourself, you will—but you’re marrying sano shinichiro one way or another. now that you have him, you’re never letting him slip from your fingertips again.

so you climb into bed with him, tangle your legs with his and lay your head on his chest, ignore the cramped bed on the hospital that’s a little too small for the both of you, and you gently tilt his head down and you kiss him.

he kisses back as he holds your face, smiling against your lips like he’s got the world in his palms—and he does.

“i’m in love with you,” you murmur as you pull away, not meeting his gaze. your finger traces patterns into his chest, and his arm curls around you tighter.

“oh,” he says.

you glance up at him, frown marring that pretty, pretty face of yours. “that’s it?”

“and i’m in love with you too,” he whispers.

“oh.”

“that’s it?” he pouts playfully, bringing a hand to his chest as he writhes in faux agony. you snort, throwing your head back as you laugh, and he grins down at you, watching the light break over your face as you realize it’s always been you all along—just like it’s always been him.

“shut up, shin,” you smack his chest, smiling against his lips when they find yours in another giggly kiss.

shinichiro is a simple man. he finds that if he has you, he doesn’t really need anything else.

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Hi bb, just a thirst idea for you: Study fucking. Your fave has trouble being "smart" but he is a genius when it comes to pounding that ass after he gets too frustrated during a study session.

Oh, Vi, my sweet. I know you sent this a while ago. But when I read it, my heart wasn't the only thing to clench up 😈! Thank you so much for sending this to me. It was so fun to write!!

A/N ::: Nerd/Bad Boy!Keisuke Baji x F.reader, reader doesn't know he's in Toman until later (or at all, idk), he is NOT playing stupid, math is just really fucking hard!

C/W ::: Mutual pining that's super on the DL, unprotected P->V, Baji surprising us ... so nothing out of the ordinary.

WC ::: Just over 2k.

"Why though?!" Baji yelled a little louder than you thought he needed to. But it was clear he was getting more and more pissed about this. "Why the FUCK does it have to equal the fucking same area as this fucking pellaroraglam?"

You bit the insides of your cheeks and your tongue to keep from laughing at him about his pronunciation of the word 'parallelogram'. "Because that's how the Greeks intended it. Ok? Let's take a 10 minute break and come back to this again, yeah? You're not an idiot, Kei. I think you've just been staring at the book for so long that things are starting to make less and less sense. Does that make sense?" You reached over and took his glasses from his face and brushed your finger up and down the bridge of his nose. "Do you want to go for a walk or get something from the kitchen? Maybe to eat or drink? Make this 10 count because when we get back, we're hittin' it hard again, ok?"

Something about your wording made his cock twitch. But he shoved that thought down almost as quickly as it bubbled up into the forefront of his overworked brain.

"Hittin' it hard again, hah? You're mean, y/n. You're a bully. A learning bully. You're not gonna give in until I understand this shit, are ya?" He stood up from your desk and he gestured for you to follow him to your kitchen.

Your apartment was nothing special. But how you made the space your own was something that Baji always found so sweet and comforting. Of course, he'd never admit that to you. He is, after all, the first division Captain of Toman. Captains don't find things 'sweet.' They find them masculine and bloody. That's what everyone from the outside looking in thought, anyway. Though, no matter how hard he tried to ignore the pull you and your apartment had on him, he always found himself wishing he was back here, with you, in this little bubble of mild contentment you'd created.

He was relaxed when he was with you. Save for right now. But you were trying to help him study for his midterm. Any other time he's been here, he always felt safe. Maybe even small, for lack of a better descriptor, when he is anything but 'small' in any sense of the word.

"You really do have a mean streak in you, you know that?" He teased as you both walked into your kitchen. "But you're right. I need a break from that book. My eyes are crossing and it's starting to give me a headache."

"Do you want a couple of tylenol? I think I have ibuprofen, too. Anything I can do to help you with this, Keisuke. It's my job, after all. Use me however you need to to get this through that stubborn head of yours." You smiled so cute at him that he had a difficult time not telling you what he really wanted to use you for.

"Maybe I'll take you up on that. But first, can I ask you something kinda weird?" He sat down on one of the bar stools at the counter and you followed suit, sitting next to him.

"Of course! Anything, Kei." You rubbed your fingers up and down your forearm, a nervous habit. Even still, you assumed it was a question about the math you were helping him study. "What's up?"

"So, like, I know you're not into me in that way. Right? And that's fine. You've made that very clear. But, like, if you were...into me, I mean, into someone … hypothetically, I mean, what kind of person do you think you would be into? Like, are you more into the nerdy type, or the bad boy type, or, like, the artsy type?"

You didn't really understand where this was going. But you decided to humor him. "Well, I guess I've always been pretty attracted to the bad boy type. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't go for someone who was nerdy, too. It all depends on the person, you know? I have to like them first and foremost. Like, just because I see some bad boy doing bad boy stuff doesn't mean I'll fall to my knees and s-"

Baji choked on his tea, spitting it all over you in the process of trying to control the amount of liquid that was coming out of his mouth.

"Oh fuck! I'm so sorry, y/n! Gahhhd damn it. I am so sorry!" He grabbed the roll of paper towels from the counter by the sink and tore some off to frantically wipe your chest.

"K-Kei! Oh my god! Stop! It's ok! I'm at home, I can easily change my shirt. Don't worry about ... about it. You yell so much. Geez."

You hopped off of the stool and went back to your bedroom to find a shirt to change into. As you did so, Baji felt his stomach turn. He knew he shouldn't have asked you that. It was stupid and immature. But he couldn't help it. He'd had a crush on you for so long that he just needed to know if he had a chance in hell with you or not. But, as he'd guessed, you weren't interested in him that way.

He waited for you to come back to the kitchen before apologizing again. "I really am sorry, y/n. I don't know what came over me. I was just, I dunno, asking for a friend. And then you started to say that if you saw someone doing something that you’d fall to your knees and …" He waved his hand in the air as if to clear what he was going to say away before it’d even had a chance to see the light of day. “And I choked and blew my tea all over you.”

You giggled and shook your head, smiling at him. "It's ok, Kei. You're a little clumsy, but you're still really sweet. I like hanging out - I mean, you know. Helping you study. I enjoy your company, regardless of what we're doing."

"Y/n? I really wanna kih-" He blushed and looked away from you before he thought you saw his face turn a pretty shade of pink.

"You what, Kei?" You leaned around him a little to get his attention. "What do you want, Baji? You can tell me. We're friends."

FRIENDS

"Oh, y-yeah. Of course we're ... friends. Yeah. Well, let's get back to the math, then. C'mon." His heart, smile and morale sank as he headed back to your room with you.

Meanwhile, you were left to wonder what he was going to say. What did he want to 'kih'? Kiss? Oh, no. It couldn't be that. Right? Maybe he just wanted to kick your butt for making fun of his pronunciation earlier ... even though your face was the only thing giving away the fact you were getting quite a bit of entertainment from that. He wouldn't have noticed that. Right?

You followed him back to your bedroom and decided to keep quiet about the whole thing. You couldn't imagine that he would want to kiss you. You were just his tutor. And he was so cool. He had cool friends, girls practically fell at his feet when he walked by them. He couldn't possibly have feelings for you, right?

Oh, but he did. He really did. He was mad for you. He wanted nothing more than to pull you into his lap and kiss you senseless. But that couldn't happen. He couldn't ruin the time you spent together. It was precious to him, even though he knew you saw it as nothing more than a job.

The next hour of your time together was spent studying right from the book. There was no talking, no joking, just Baji finally getting to work. It was a welcome change for you. It meant you could focus on your task at hand and not worry about him trying to distract you with his unfinished sentences.

He was still so frustrated. But he was starting to make progress. He was starting to understand what you were trying to teach him. He just wished he could show you how he felt.

As you helped him work through the last of the 4 problems he had to do, he tried to come up with a way to say it. To tell you how he really felt. He was never good at words. Action was his strength. "I'm not sure about par-parallelograms? Is that how you say it? I'm so fucking sick of that long ass word. It's so stupid. Why couldn't they just say a special type of quadrilateral that has both pairs of opposite sides parallel and equal. That word is like 73 letters long. I hate it. It's so fucking annoying, y/n. Jesus."

You clapped and jumped a little where you stood, your tits bounced and his eyes went right to them. "Yes! Yes, Kei! Good! Good job!" You jumped into his arms and hugged him so tightly, burying your face in his neck, (accidentally) inhaling his scent. "I knew you could ..." you pulled your face back from him and looked into his brown eyes. "I knew you could do it ... Keisuke. Mmm ... Kei-suk-e. You ..." you breathed the words out heavily and found yourself staring at his full lips. That sly smile, his sharp teeth. Pain never looked so appealing.

Your heart stopped in your chest when he threw the math book across the room and it slammed into your wall with a loud thud. Before you had time to process what was happening, his hands were in your hair and his lips were on yours.

You'd been so stupid for someone who taught other people things. So stupid to not see how he felt. And now, here he was, kissing you like he needed you to breathe. You reached up and pulled his long black hair back from his face and returned the kiss with just as much intensity.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything, y/n. I didn't think you'd want me that way. I'm just a dumbass with no future. You're so smart and pretty and funny and ... and I just can't believe you're actually kissing me back right now."

You shook your head and smiled. "I'm sorry! I didn't realize what was happening, Kei. You're not as good at hiding your feelings as you think. You should have just said something, though. This whole time we've been studying everything together, we could have been ..."

"... fucking like rabbits?" He laughed, but his eyes were serious.

You reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. "You know, it's not nice to talk to your tutor like that. But Baji, you've made a lot of progress tonight. I think you deserve a reward."

He picked you up and laid you down on your bed. "Oh yeah? And what kind of reward do you think I deserve, y/n?"

You reached over to your bedside table and turned on your neon pink LED lights. "The best kind, Kei. You've earned it."

"Fuck, y/n. You are so hot. I can't wait to fuck you so hard you forget everything you've ever taught me. We’ll have to have some more lessons. Is that ok with you?"

You nodded as you pulled your shirt up and over your head. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. We can even work on your pronunciation. You're a bit of a mess with your consonants."

He kissed you again and smiled. "Y/n, oh my god, shut up ... you're the worst." He pulled his pants down and straddled you, his cock rock hard and ready for you. "But you're also the best. I can't wait to make you mine."

"Kei, you're already mine." You reached up and cupped his cheek, pulling him in for another kiss. "Now ... teach me something.”

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inkykeiji · 4 months

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character: sano ‘mikey’ manjirou warnings: no explicit smut but still 18+, daddy kink, fem!reader, possessive n obsessive mikey, clothes sharing + implied size difference words: 511

wrote this in a fever-induced delirium because i am currently stuck in bed and so bored and i can’t stop dreaming about mikey taking care of me waaah

okay but Daddy mikey would be so fucking stringent when you’re sick.

Daddy mikey who frets and frenzies and fawns over you the moment you show even a hint of illness, a singular symptom, flitting around you with unsure hands—bony knuckles pressed to your forehead as he checks your temperature, slim fingers poking and prodding so gently as they tuck and then re-tuck you into a cocoon of blankets, calloused palms that cup your chin as he tilts a glass to your withered lips, praising you softly as you take a small sip of water (and then laughing at the way your face twists up oh-so-cutely, because it tastes like poison, Daddy, but you did it anyway for him, like the good girl you are).

Daddy mikey who likes to play doctor when he takes time off from his bonten duties, who keeps meticulous, almost methodical notes on your progression of symptoms and your rapidly climbing fever, who presses cold fingertips into your pounding head and aching joints, melting a little beneath your mewls of relief.

Daddy mikey who takes away all of your electronics—your phone and your tablet and your laptop, the remote to his absurdly massive flatscreen television and your shiny new smart watch, and anything else you manage to get your cute little hands on—because you need to rest and you can’t recover if you’re busy playing around on your devices.

but Daddy, you sulk, drawing out the nickname, gone sticky and stringy through a petulant pout, carved so deeply into your lips that it puckers your chin and warps your brow. i’m bored!

good, he tells you, eyes hard but touch tender, brushing damp hair back from your throbbing temples. go to sleep, like a good girl.

Daddy mikey who finally, finally gives into your incessant whines and whimpers for chocolate—just a few squares, Daddy, pretty pretty please?—who decides it won’t necessarily hurt, even if it is less than ideal; who knows he should say no, but reasons that you haven’t eaten anything else—refuse to eat anything else—and you’re in desperate need of some form of energy fuelling your body as it battles this infection.

Daddy mikey who outfits you in his softest sweater and his comfiest sweatpants and himself in his second softest sweater and comfiest sweatpants, climbing into bed with you to curl his body around yours—arms wrapped around your own, legs twined at the ankles, almost protective in a sense, as if his physical presence alone will be enough to ward off the sickness—and holds you with just enough strength to make you feel safe, secure. gentle, even breaths lull you to sleep, the sweetest symphony as they harmonize with the hum of vibrations in his chest, your favourite song dancing on his tongue.

Daddy mikey who can say no when it really counts, but can’t deny his precious little princess the small pleasures of life, even when she’s bedridden and ill, even when it’s the ‘proper’ thing to do, especially when she’s bedridden and ill.

#mikey x reader #manjiro sano x reader #mikey fluff #manjiro sano fluff #mikey x you #manjiro sano x you #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tokrev x you #this isn't edited so #i miss daddy mikeyyyyyyy

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sanipoyo · 3 months

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HOW THEY REACT TO YOU DRAWING THEM

note - tokyo revengers, fluff, it’s been awhile sorry guys. this is also an old scrap because i am NOT motivated!

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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mitsuyeaah · 11 months

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after party.

— shuji hanma x f! reader

cw: rock star!hanma, nsfw (mdni), smut, car sex, creampie, multiple orgasms (two), overstimulation, pet names (doll, baby), typical hanma behaviour

a/n: no explanation needed. just indulge in mitsu’s hanma thoughts.

“ah, of course, i couldn’t have done this without m’one and only. care to come up here, doll?” shuji panted into the mic. he had just finished his last song for the night and was doing a short closing speech. it’s only been a few months since he revealed that he was in a relationship with you, but you two had been together for two years now.

your jaw almost dropped to the floor as he said that, heart racing as the crowd screamed in excitement. you didn’t know if it was from excitement or anger if you were being honest, there were just too many people there. well, what could you say? your boyfriend was that big of a star. the charisma he had on stage was impeccable, easily capturing the hearts of many many fans that would kill to be in your position.

making your way past the security and up the stairs, shuji escorted you across the stage while holding your hand. the lights that beamed onto the stage were absolutely blinding, and you had to squint a bit to get used to it. it made everything else disappear, like it was just you and shuji there on the stage and no one else, despite the roaring of the crowd.

there was nothing behind him but the glare of the white light. his singular gold drop earring swaying and sparkling with every movement. the guitar strapped across his back now lay on the floor of the stage. confused, you were about to ask him what he was doing.

as soon as the two of you were in the middle of the spotlight, shuji did not hesitate to pull you into a kiss. a passionate one at that—one that should be reserved from the prying eyes of the fans and media. his hand was buried into your hair as he eagerly moved his lips against your own, head angled to the side so he could press his face further into you.

adrenaline coursed through your veins, the screaming of the fans muffled into nothingness as you focused on your boyfriend in front of you. his other hand rested on your hip, sensuously rubbing circles over your clothes as he darted his tongue out to lap at your own.

you knew why shuji was doing this. when his fans received the news that he was no longer in the market, many of them were angered and sent unnecessary hate towards you. it was immature to say the least. who were they to dictate one’s relationship? shuji did this to let everyone know that the love between the two of you wasn’t just a spark, it was burning. and it wasn’t going to die down any time soon.

you moaned into the kiss and tightly gripped at the collar of his onxy leather jacket. at this point, you didn’t care if there were hundreds and thousand pairs of eyes that witnessed this. you just wanted shuji. the two of you pulled away from each other to catch your breaths, resting your forehead against his while you stared into his amber eyes.

“now, everyone knows you’re mine and i’m yours, doll. just focus on me and no one else.” shuji whispered loud enough for you to hear.

but just like everything, the tender moment you two shared immediately came to an end when you felt something soft hit your backside.

your eyes widened as you turned around and saw a pair of red lacy bra sitting just right next to your feet. shuji laughed hysterically behind you and reached for the undergarment, “mmm, red. my favourite colour, right doll?” he spoke into the mic; he hooked one of the straps around his finger to dangle it in front of your face, a smug grin plastered on his own.

you knew shuji was playing around with you, teasing you but you didn’t find it funny. you really didn’t mind fans occasionally throwing their bras on the stage when your boyfriend performed—yes, at first it bothered you but you grew accustomed to it. it wasn’t like shuji kept them anyway.

but it was a different conversation if fans threw it on you instead. it was more of a threat. especially after the amount of backlash you and shuji had gotten after revealing your relationship to the media. some fans were disappointed but a fair share were also very supportive which warmed your heart.

shuji saw the familiar look on your face. you were displeased. he cleared his throat into the mic and quickly bid the crowd good night before ushering the two of you backstage. you walked a few steps ahead of your boyfriend; you weren’t fuming, just annoyed that he did that. he easily caught up to you with how long his legs were and draped a sweaty arm around your shoulders, his leather jacket long gone as soon as the two of you entered his dressing room.

god, how was he able to arouse you and annoy you in a span of just a few minutes?

“you look annoyed.” he mused. you groaned and pushed his heavy arm from your shoulders, “you’re sweaty. and no shit, i didn’t ask to get a bra thrown at me.” shuji chuckled as you sat on the couch of his dressing room, crossing your legs and arms as you slightly glared at him. “why did you even dangle it in front of my face..” another chuckle slipped past shuji’s lips as you let out a huff.

“doll, stop acting like you’ve never felt my sweaty body against yours, and i was just teasin’ ya.” he kneeled in front of you. his index finger and thumb gripping your chin to turn your head to his. you held his citrine gaze for a few seconds before rolling your eyes at him and shaking his fingers from your face.

shuji clicked his tongue and stood up but before he could say anything, the door suddenly opened, it was shuji’s manager. “we’re having an after party to celebrate the success of your concert. you will be there, right? your friends are attending too.”

shuji let out a hum, he stared at your stoic expression for a moment before shaking his head. “nah, i’ll pass up on that. my doll and i are going to have a party ourselves.” your brows shot up, shuji was never the one to turn down an invitation, especially an after party. a wild one. his manager groaned, “but it’s for you! and we can’t have a party without the star..”

“oh c’mon, i’m sure y’all can live through it. make something up, i don’t know. i’m going to spend this night with my baby.”

you tried your best to keep your stoic expression up by rolling your eyes at him again and pretending like you didn’t care but in all honesty, you were squealing on the inside. you didn’t expect shuji to bail on the party and spend the rest of his night with you only.

the two of you were inside his van, patiently waiting for his chauffeur to take the two of you back home to his high rise apartment.

“are you still upset about that whole ordeal earlier?” shuji turned to face you from his seat, his eye scanning your side profile as you mindlessly scrolled through social media. your notifications were blowing up thanks to your friends sending you articles and pictures of that little stunt shuji pulled earlier. he definitely knew how to make a headline.

“i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t mean to make you feel like that..” he extended an arm over to you and placed his slender hand on your thighs when you didn’t reply, squeezing at your exposed supple flesh.

you bit back a small moan as you felt his hand curve inward to rub along your inner thigh, gradually inching higher and higher until his hand disappeared under your skirt and dangerously near the apex of your legs. you let out a small sigh as shuji rubbed the side of his pink against your clothed panties, “shuji..”

“hmm? what’s wrong, doll?”

you cursed underneath your breath as he put more pressure, this time directly on your clit which caused your cheeks to warm. your hips instinctively bucked up at his hand, you wanted more. “fuck, i want you.” you let go of the stoic mask that you’ve been trying to hold on to and finally held shuji’s gaze, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

his free hand patted his thigh, one brow raised at you. of course you knew what that meant.

you eagerly climbed onto his lap with your back pressed against his clothed chest. shuji rested his chin on your shoulder while his hands rubbed up and down your waist. “is my girl sulky? guess i have to show her that i belong to her and her only, huh?” he mumbled against the skin of your neck. goosebumps formed as his lips ghosted over the sensitive spot.

“my god, just fuck me already..” you let out an impatient huff as you rested your head on his shoulder to give shuji more access. he gave you a low chuckle that sent vibrations down your neck before his hands swiftly slipped under your skirt and practically tore your panties apart, earning a loud gasp from you.

shuji tapped on your thigh and you lifted yourself up a bit so he could pull his pants down just enough to get his hard cock out from its restraints. “hmm? so wet f’me already..” his citrine eyes rolled to the back of his head as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your wet folds—lips parted and head thrown back against the headrest.

one hand firmly held your hip to guide you down his cock. you could feel his grip tighten as you sank down, shuji let out a loud shameless groan as your tight walls hugged him just right. fuck, you were so perfect for him. your body slumped against his as he bottomed out with his balls touching your folds.

it wasn’t your first time having sex with shuji but fuck, he was so long that you always needed a few seconds before proceeding, and due your position, his tip was already deliciously kissing that sweet spot inside you. you practically had to reach back and stop him from moving around because you swore you could almost cum right then and there.

“fuuuck, you’re so deep.” “good thing you like it deep, don’t you, doll?”

before you could snicker at his response, shuji held your hips in place and started thrusting his hips up without warning. “a-ah, fuck! shuji—ngh! baby, slow down!” with how powerful his thrust were, you were one hundred percent sure that the van was visibly shaking, and people in the parking lot wouldn’t have to guess much with what activity was happening inside.

the sound of squelching and skin slapping bounced around the walls of the van. the cool air inside the vehicle immediately turning hot, heavy and damp, causing the windows to quickly fog up.

not knowing what to do with your hands, you cupped your breasts through the fabric of your shirt, squeezing them to increase the pleasure you felt.

“tsk, you dirty girl.. my cock isn’t enough for you, huh?” shuji’s voice trembled with pleasure. he removed both his hands from your hips and circled them at the back of your knees so that both legs were hooked on his arm. your legs were in the air now, his arms pressing them further into your chest to expose your wet cunt.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the position as shuji’s cock reached a whole new level of deepness. you were trapped in his hold and there was nothing you could do but sit there and take the entirety of his cock and his relentless thrusts. “ah! ah! ngh—ah! s-shuji!” your moans increased in volume and pitch, causing your boyfriend to click his tongue at your loudness.

he adjusted his torso to snake his right hand further upwards, shoving his middle and ring finger into your mouth to silence you. it was such a sight to see. shuji’s slender fingers that donned gold rings shoved into your mouth; his cock deliciously pounding in and out while your legs hung in the air, held by his arms.

you moaned around his fingers, occasionally licking and sucking on it like it was his cock. shuji breathlessly cursed under his breath as he felt your tongue swirling around his slender digits. “fuck, doll. taking me so fucking well—ah! shit! you gonna cum f’me?” he moaned, his voice now an octave lower.

you let out broken hums of agreement that were in-synched with every thrust of his hips. you didn’t trust your brain and mouth to work together to form a coherent sentence at this point because the only thing in your mind was how good shuji was fucking you. your thighs were burning from being held up for this long and you couldn’t feel your feet anymore but you didn’t care.

“yeah? go on, then. cum for me, doll..”

you arched your back at the pleasure that engulfed your whole body, the string of moans that threatened to escape your throat were muffled by shuji shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth. tears spilled from your eyes as you came around his cock, your cunt deliciously gripping him like a vice for a few seconds, causing his hips to stutter.

shuji rode out your orgasm by quickly rubbing your clit with the hand that was previously shoved into your mouth. fuck, no wonder why he was so good at playing his electric guitar. his lips left hues of dark red and purple on the side of your neck as he drove you to overstimulation.

“fuck fuck fuck! shuji! i can’t! ngh—ah!” “n-not yet, doll.. just a bit more—fuck! i’m cumming!”

shuji gave you a few more strokes before shoving the entirety of his cock inside you to unload his cum, all while rubbing tight circles on your clit. he moaned against your neck, a string of profanities tumbling from his lips as he reached his orgasm.

“ah—shit! yeah.. that’s it, so so good f’me..”

you bit your lip at the feeling of his hot cum filling you up and seeping out of your wet cunt. your eyes clamped shut as you could feel another orgasm sneaking up on you since shuji was still rubbing on your clit.

you let out short high pitched moans, legs trembling with pleasure as you came around his cock once again. the pleasure was more intense this time round and you swore to the universe above that you saw stars in your vision.

shuji kissed at the dark hues on your neck, whispering endless praises against your skin as you came down from your second orgasm. he gently placed your legs back down and stroked your thighs, as if he knew how badly they burned from the position.

“what an after party that was.” he let out a breathless chuckle. all you could muster up was a light hum with how spent you were but shuji didn’t mind, he knew how much he tires you out during sex and if he was being honest, he wore it like a fucking medal.

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