Draken was here.

22 yo he/him, male/gn reader only I also write on wattpad: Hiya_xoxo TikTok: wziuum_

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MASTERLIST✨️👀

(All things I've done. It's 1 April 2026 when I finished the list)

Informations about my blog before you ask me to do requests: here

TOKYO REVENGERS:

1. Tomioka Giyu reader

2. Them with hubby g/n reader (comfort/fluff)

3. Bonten x florist!male reader (fluff)

4. Toman x S/O who does dance (all styles, mainly ballet, jazz and lyrical + fluff) link: https://www.tumblr.com/emilsendo/747943217194008576/hii-i-saw-you-were-doing-requests-and-i-read?source=share

Manjirø Sano:

1. Them with tall S/O part 1

2. Mikey x Top Male reader

3. Sub! Mikey x Dom! Draken x Top! Male reader

4. Your proposal to him (Part 1)

5. Mikey x Top Male Reader (NSFW, spicy night on motorcycle-)

6. He as a yandere (Part 1)

7. Mikey x male reader (Angst + you are half quilty of his brothers' death)

Baji Keisuke:

1. Them with tall S/O part 1

2. Will you finally notice me!?

3. Dom! Baji and Top! Male reader.

4. Baji with male S/O who have personality of Muichiro

5. Your proposal to him (Part 1)

6. He as a yandere (Part 1)

Ken Ryūguji(Draken):

1. Them with tall S/O part 1

2. Draken with male S/O who have personality of Muichiro

3. Sub! Mikey x Dom! Draken x Top! Male reader

4. Your proposal to him (Part 1)

5. Him as a yandere (Part 1)

6. Draken's letter to you (any gender)

7. NSFW oneshot (Top Male Reader + Short text)

Kazutora Hanemiya:

1. Them with tall S/O part 1

2. Your proposal to him (Part 2)

3. Him as a yandere (Part 2)

4. How he gives bj (NSFW)

5. Power Bottom Kazutora x male reader (NSFW)

Sanzu Haruchiyo:

1. Bonten!Sanzu NSFW alphabet (topmalereader)

2. Power Bottom x male reader (NSFW)

Haitani Brothers (Poly with reader):

1. Yandere!Them x Rich!male reader (NSFW + alphabet)

Nahoya Kawata:

1. Him as a yandere (Part 2)

2. Your proposal to him (Part 2)

3. Them with tall reader (Part 2?)

Souya Kawata:

1. His first time with your (topmale reader + NSFW)

2. Your proposal to him (Part 2)

3. Them with tall reader (Part 2?)

4. Him as a yandere (Part 3)

Mitsuya Takashi:

1. Your proposal to him (Part 3)

2. Him as a yandere (Part 1)

3. Them with tall reader (Part 2?)

Takemitchi Hanagaki:

1. Your proposal to him (Part 3)

2.

Yamagishi Kazushi:

1. His reaction to his volleyball player boyfriend breaking his finger durning match (fluff + panic)

2.

Hakkai Shiba:

1. Your proposal to him (Part 3)

2. Him as a yandere (Part 3)

Pah-chin:

1. Him as a yandere (Part 3)

Chifuyu Matsuno:

1. Them with tall reader (Part 2?)

Wakasa Imaushi:

1. NSFW oneshot (male reader + Waka power bottom)

Izana Kurokawa:

1. Him as a yandere (Part 2)

2. Your proposal to him (Part 4)

Kisaki Tetta:

1. Your proposal to him (Part 4)

Hanma Shūji:

1. Your proposal to him (Part 4)

HAIKYUU:

1. Overall fluff/comfort headcanons Karasuno comforting g/n reader

2. Third Years with male reader that gives smalldick energy (he proves 'em wrong)

3. Haikyuu x g/n reader who have tones of pets (fluff)

4.

Hinata Shōyō:

1. Him as a yandere (Part 2)

2. Hinata x male reader (Angst + one-sideed love)

Nishinoya Yū:

1. Him as a yandere (Part 2)

Tanaka Ryūnosuke:

1. Him as a yandere (Part 3)

Oikawa Tōru:

1. Him as a yandere (Part 3)

Sugawara Kōshi:

1. Him as a yandere (Part 3)

Tendō Satori:

1. Him as a yandere (Part 2)

Kentaro Kyotani:

1. You couldn't take his bullshit anymore (male reader + funny/neutral?)

Asahi Azumane:

1. Him as a yandere (Part 1)

Tsukishima Kei:

1. Him as a yandere (Part 1)

2. Succubus!Kei x Human! Top male reader (NSFW) the link: https://www.tumblr.com/emilsendo/773463629854031872/top-male-reader-x-tsukishima-kei-please-smut?source=share)

3. Imagine him (Bottom!)

Bokuto Kotaro:

1. Him as a yandere (Part 1)

Kuroo Tetsurō:

1. Him as a yandere (Part 1)

2. Kuroo x male reader (Reader speaks Brazilian Portuguese + headcanons) link: https://www.tumblr.com/emilsendo/758620793020252160/im-so-happy-to-find-someone-who-focuses-on-the?source=share

OBEY ME:

1. Seven Devil Brothers with g/n reader that falls asleep ANYWHERE

MY HERO ACADEMIA:

Dabi (Touya Todoroki):

1. Dabi x male reader (NSFW + slightly power bottom Dabi)

JJK:

1. JJK x Male Reader who have a really high sex-drive (Top Reader Version)

2. JJK x Male Reader who have a really high sex-drive (Sub!Top Reader Version)

3. JJK x G/N Reader (Headcanons "how they would support/comfort you)

Gojo Satoru:

1. Gojo Satoru with anxious student (fluff + platonic) g/n reader

HUNTERXHUNTER:

1. Main four x g/n reader who is sweet but dirty minded (fluff/funny)

DEMON SLAYER:

Inosuke Hashibira:

1. Him as a yandere (Part 2)

Tanjiro Kamado:

1. Him as a yandere (Part 3)

Zenitsu Agatauma:

1. Him as a yandere (Part 3)

Nezuko Kamado:

1. Her as a yandere (Part 2)

Genya Shinazugawa:

1. Him as a yandere (Part 3)

Shinobu Kochō:

1. Her as a yandere (Part 2)

2. Relationship headcanons (all genders + fluff)

Rengoku Kyōjuro:

1. Him as a yandere (Part 1)

Mitsuri Kanroji:

1. Her as a yandere (Part 1)

Gyomei Himejima:

1. Him as a yandere (Part 1)

Tengen Uzui:

1. Him as a yandere (Part 1)

Tomioka Giyuu:

1. Him as a yandere (Part 1)

Daki:

1. X Demon!male reader from the States (headcanons + fluff)

2. Alphabet

Muzan Kibutsuji:

1. Bottom Muzan x Top male reader (NSFW) the link: https://www.tumblr.com/emilsendo/766780524874334208/can-you-please-make-a-muzan-oneshot-smut-with?source=share

ATTACK ON TITAN:

1. Chaotic S/O (Levi, Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Sasha, Hange, Connie, Annie and Jean)

Reiner:

1. Reiner x male reader Angst

2. Host Reiner x Ackerman Reader (angst)

BLEACH:

Rangiku Matsumoto:

1. Her as a wife (fluff mixed with smut)

GACHIAKUTA:

1. Janka x dom! g/n reader (suggestive/fluff/spicy headcanons)

WIND BREAKER:

1. Them with a g/n reader that have a nice style

Tsubakino Tasuku:

1. Tsubakino's sibling (G/N reader + headcanons + opposite of their brother)

BLACK LAGOON:

Revy Lee:

1. X Biker!Male reader

2. You found her ticklish spot (NSFW)

3. NSFW ALPHABET

[emilsendo]

Hiya! Um- I have a silly question....

Wanna have some omegaverse oneshots/headcanons/etc about anime characters 👀👀👀👀👀?? (Fluff/smut/angst whatever you'all want)

The condition is that the reader is an alpha in my works (it doesn't matter if they're a submissive alpha or a possessive one—I don't give a fuck to be honest).

[emilsendo]

its gay month and i’m gay. kurapika x reader who’s vkei headcanons perhaps? muehehe

Hiya! Sure and sorry that you had to wait so long.

I had absolutely no idea what "vkei" was and had to Google it—

I don't want to lie, so I apologize if I got anything wrong here 👀...

Happy gay month!

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You first cross paths in Yorknew City during the auction frenzy. Kurapika is there on Phantom Troupe business, tense and hyper-focused, while you're performing or attending a niche underground Vkei/goth rock event nearby. He literally bumps into you while tailing a lead, your elaborate coat with chains and dramatic makeup catches him off guard. For a split second he mistakes the flash of your crimson-tinted contacts or dramatic eyeliner for something dangerous. (LMAO I'M SORRY-)

He's initially wary. Kurapika values subtlety and control, so your loud, unapologetic style feels like the opposite of stealth.

Opposites Attract. Kurapika is quiet, formal, and often emotionally closed off. You're expressive, dramatic, and wear your heart (and aesthetic) on your sleeve. He finds your boldness refreshing and almost healing, watching you strut in platform boots and layered lace with zero shame slowly teaches him it's okay to take up space.

He becomes weirdly protective of your look. If anyone gives you side-eye for the heavy makeup, elaborate hair, or androgynous outfits, Kurapika's scarlet eyes activate instantly. He'll deliver the iciest glare imaginable while subtly pulling you closer by the waist or wrist chains.

You help him relax his "perfect Hunter" facade. After long nights of planning or revenge spirals, you drag him into your hotel room, play loud Visual Kei music, and make him sit still while you do his eyeliner "just for fun." He pretends to hate it but secretly loves the gentle intimacy and the way you call him beautiful in that dramatic style.

Fashion Moments: You try to get him into more stylized clothing, a black coat with subtle silver chains or a slightly more tailored shirt with dramatic cuffs. He compromises with small things: a dark red accessory that matches his eyes, or letting you style his hair with a few rebellious strands. When he wears something you picked, even minor, it makes your heart explode.

Kurapika is touch-starved but hesitant. You, being theatrical and affectionate, initiate a lot, dramatic hugs from behind, playing with his hair, tracing his clan clothes with black-nail-polished fingers. He melts more than he admits, especially when you kiss his forehead while he's stressing over documents.

Late-night talks are common. You're one of the few people he opens up to about the Kurta massacre. You listen without pity, then counter with your own dramatic flair: "Then we'll make them regret it in the most stylish way possible." Your unyielding support and refusal to let him drown in guilt means everything to him

He gets flustered when you call him pet names in public with full Vkei dramatics "My scarlet prince~" or "Darling chain-bearer." His ears turn red while he mutters for you to lower your voice.

Couple photos are rare, but when they happen, the contrast is striking: him in his clean, elegant suits next to you in full Visual Kei regalia, platforms, layered skirts/coats, dramatic makeup, maybe matching red accents for his eyes. He keeps one hidden in his wallet.

You once convinced him to attend a small Vkei live show with you (disguised, of course). He was hyper-vigilant the whole time but ended up quietly tapping his foot to the music. Seeing you in your element, glowing under the stage lights, made something possessive and fond bloom in his chest.

Kurapika worries his dangerous life will drag you in. You counter by being his safe space, when the rage and revenge consume him, you pull him into your arms, let him bury his face in your frilly/chain-covered shoulder, and remind him he's allowed to want happiness too.

He's surprisingly jealous of how easily you draw attention. Not in a toxic way, but he'll get quiet and extra clingy if fans or other Hunters flirt with your striking appearance.

Long-term: Once the Troupe business is (hypothetically) settled, he imagines a quieter life where he can watch you perform or create without constantly looking over his shoulder. He'd even let you design matching outfits with subtle Kurta-inspired motifs hidden in the details.

[emilsendo]

How the fuck are you whipping those stories out so quick wft?? (I love them) You're fucking magic, Bo...

Haha! I'm glad you like 'em, pal.

I’ve had quite a bit of free time lately, so I’ve been looking back at old notes from years ago, short fragments I wrote just for myself, about various situations involving fictional characters I’d come up with. Naturally, they’re full of errors and written in my native language, so it takes some effort to polish them up and translate later.

With today's one-shot about Izana, I've used up almost all my old notes xDD, so I don't know if I'll manage to get the next one ready by tomorrow. But I'll give it a try.

[emilsendo]

Part 4 (KAZUTORA) <—

BOT!IZANA KUROKAWA

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TOP!MALE READER

Warnings: MDNI!!! sexual/explict content, gay, bottom character/top reader, all characters are 18+, sex, getting caught, interrupted sex, cumming inside, face-to-face, dirty talk, possessive, threating, moaning, swearing, Izana is a demanding bottom, etc

Type: NSFW

PART 5 (IZANA)

The safe house in Yokohama smelled like rain-soaked concrete and cheap incense Kakucho had lit earlier to cover the cigarette smoke. Rain hammered the windows, drowning out most of the city noise. Inside the small bedroom at the back, the only sounds were slick skin, broken moans, and the rhythmic creak of the old wooden bed frame.

Izana was on his back beneath you, legs locked high around your waist, white hair fanned wildly across the pillow like spilled milk. His purple eyes were half-lidded, white lashes fluttering every time you sank deep into him. Sweat glistened on his light brown chest, catching on the faint scars he never let anyone else see. He looked fucking ethereal, and utterly wrecked.

"Harder, Y/N," he hissed, nails digging crescents into your shoulders. "Don't you dare hold back. I want to feel you tomorrow."

You obliged, snapping your hips forward with enough force to make the headboard slam against the wall. Izana's back arched sharply, a raw, needy sound ripping from his throat before he bit it back into a growl. His hole clenched tight around your cock, hot and silky, sucking you in with every thrust. You leaned down, catching his mouth in a messy kiss, tongues sliding, teeth clashing. He tasted like the strawberry ramune he'd been drinking earlier.

"Fuck, Izana… you’re so tight," you groaned against his lips.

He smirked, all arrogance even while getting railed. "Of course I am. Only you get to have me like this. Only you."

Your pace turned punishing, the wet slap of skin echoing louder than the rain. Izana's cock lay flushed and leaking against his stomach, untouched but twitching with every drag of your dick over that spot inside him. He was close, you could tell by the way his thighs trembled and his breaths turned into desperate little whimpers he tried (and failed) to hide.

Then the door swung open without a knock.

"Kurokawa, we've got—shit."

Kakucho stood frozen in the doorway, one hand still on the knob, the other clutching a folder of intel. His mismatched eyes went wide as he took in the scene: Izana Kurokawa, king of Tenjiku, legs spread and folded almost to his chest, getting absolutely pounded by his boyfriend. Your cock was still buried deep inside him, glistening.

For a split second, time stopped.

Izana's purple eyes snapped open fully. The hazy pleasure vanished, replaced by pure, glacial fury. His entire body locked up around you, walls fluttering and clenching involuntarily from the adrenaline. He didn't push you off. Didn't even try to cover himself. Instead, he slowly turned his head toward the door like a predator sighting prey.

"Get. Out."

The command cracked through the room, low and venomous, but there was a breathy hitch at the end that ruined the effect. You felt it, his hole spasming hard around your cock from the sheer humiliation and rush.

Kakucho's face flushed dark red. "I—I'm sorry, I thought you were alone—"

Izana's legs tightened around your waist possessively, heels digging into your lower back so you couldn't possibly pull out. "You saw nothing," he snarled, voice shaking with a mix of rage and lingering pleasure. "If you breathe a word of this to anyone....Shion, Haitanis, anyone, I will carve your eyes out myself and feed 'em to the dogs. Now close the fuckin' door."

You stayed perfectly still, buried to the hilt, fighting the insane urge to laugh or thrust. Izana's chocolate cheeks were burning pink, a rare, beautiful sight on the usually composed king. His cock had twitched hard against his stomach at the interruption, a fresh bead of pre-cum sliding down the shaft.

Kakucho muttered a string of apologies, averting his gaze, and finally yanked the door shut with a loud click. Footsteps retreated rapidly down the hall.

The second the latch caught, Izana's head fell back against the pillow. "Bastard," he growled, half at Kakucho, half at you for still being rock-hard inside him. Then he looked up, eyes blazing with something darker need, embarrassment, and that signature unhinged possessiveness. "Don't you dare stop. Fuck me. Now."

You didn't need telling twice.

You pulled back and slammed in hard, making him cry out sharply. The sex that followed was feral. Izana clawed at your back, hips bucking up to meet every brutal thrust like he was trying to prove something to you, to the universe, to the ghost of Kakucho's interruption. His usual sharp control fractured completely, moans spilled freely from his pretty mouth, loud and shameless now that the door was closed again.

"Mine," he gasped between thrusts, purple eyes locked on yours. "Y/N is mine. No one else gets to see this. No one else gets to hear me like this—ah, fuck—right there!"

You grabbed his thighs, folding him harder, pounding into that perfect spot until his eyes rolled back. His cock bounced with every impact, smearing pre-cum across his abs. You wrapped a hand around him and stroked roughly in time with your hips.

Izana came first with a broken shout, back bowing off the bed, cum striping his own chest and chin in thick pulses. His hole clamped down like a vice around your cock, milking you relentlessly. The sight and feeling dragged you over the edge seconds later, you followed soon after groaning his name against his neck.

For a long minute, the only sounds were heavy breathing and rain against glass.

Then the tsundere kicked in.

Izana shoved weakly at your chest, face burning crimson as he turned his head away. "Get off me… you're heavy." But when you started to pull out, he immediately hooked his legs around you again. "I didn't say move, idiot."

You chuckled, carefully collapsing beside him and pulling him against your chest instead. He resisted for about five seconds before melting into you, hiding his flushed face in the crook of your neck. His white hair tickled your skin.

"If Kakucho tells anyone…" he muttered, voice muffled and dangerous, "I'll kill him. Slowly."

"He won't," you reassured, stroking down his spine. "He's loyal. Probably traumatized, but loyal."

Izana huffed. After another minute of silence, he added, quieter, "...You felt bigger when he walked in. Adrenaline?"

You grinned. "You clenched like you were trying to break me off inside you."

"Shut up." He bit your collarbone in retaliation, not hard enough to really hurt. Then softer, almost shy: "Only you get to see me like that. Only you get to fuck me stupid. Remember that."

You kissed the top of his head, feeling him relax further into your arms. "Wouldn’t have it any other way, King."

Outside, somewhere down the hall, you both faintly heard Kakucho explaining to someone in a strained voice: "Izana is… occupied. Very occupied. Do not disturb him."

Izana groaned in embarrassment and pulled the blanket over both your heads, pressing closer. "If anyone else walks in next time, I'm stabbing them before I tell them to leave."

You laughed softly, already half-hard again against his thigh.

"Next time?"

Izana peeked up at you, purple eyes gleaming with wicked mischief despite the blush. "Lock the door properly next time, Y/N… or don’t. Your choice."

[emilsendo]

Part 3 (BAJI) <—

BOT!KAZUTORA HANEMIYA

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TOP!MALE READER

Warnings: MDNI!!! sexual/explict content, gay, bottom character/top reader, all characters are 18+, sex, getting caught, interrupted sex, cumming on stomach, face-to-face, face-to-face, dirty talk, humiliation kink, Baji wanted to watch-(lol), threating, moaning/whining, humorous after talk, swearing, etc

Type: NSFW

PART 4 (KAZUTORA)

The old safehouse smelled like cigarette smoke and cheap cologne. Kazutora's room was barely more than a corner with a mattress on the floor, tiger-print sheets he was weirdly proud of(I know that in canon his sheets are leopard-printed, but for the purposes of the oneshot, Kazutora lives somewhere else with the other members of Toman), and a single window with a cracked blind that let in dusty stripes of sunlight.

You had him pinned down on those ridiculous sheets right now, his legs hooked high around your waist, ankles locked at the small of your back. Kazutora's golden eyes were half-lidded, lashes fluttering every time you thrust deep. His black-and-blond hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, mouth open in a broken moan that he tried (and failed) to muffle against your shoulder.

"F-fuck… Y/N… right there—ah!" His voice cracked beautifully. He was tight, scorching hot, clenching around you like he never wanted you to leave. Horny, and still carrying that wild, broken intensity that made every time with him feel like it could end in either orgasm or spontaneous combustion.

You'd been going for a while. Slow and deep at first, then harder when he started clawing at your back and begging in that raspy little whisper he only used when he was really gone. His cock was trapped between your stomachs, leaking steadily, painting both of you with every roll of your hips. Kazutora's nails dug crescents into your shoulders, tiger-striped shirt shoved up under his armpits, pants long discarded somewhere near the door.

"Gonna—gonna cum if you keep—nnngh—" He arched hard, head thrown back, exposing the long line of his throat. You leaned down and bit it, sucking a fresh mark right over the fading one from yesterday. He keened, hole fluttering wildly around your cock.

That was the exact moment the door slammed open.

"Oi, Kazutora! Mikey says we gotta—"

Baji's voice died mid-sentence.

For one frozen heartbeat, the room was silent except for the obscene wet sound of your hips stuttering to a halt, still buried to the hilt inside Kazutora.

Kazutora's eyes snapped wide open. Pure panic flooded his face. His pupils blew huge, golden irises turning into thin rings around black. A mortified squeak tore out of him, high-pitched, undignified, nothing like the tough delinquent he pretended to be.

"—!!" His hands flew up to cover his burning red face instead of pushing you away or pulling the sheets over you both. Classic Kazutora. He tried to curl in on himself, but with your cock still stretching him open and his legs locked around you, all he managed was an awkward, helpless twitch that made you slide even deeper. He whimpered.

Baji stood in the doorway like a statue, one hand still on the knob, sunglasses slightly askew. His expression cycled rapidly: shock —> recognition —> shit-eating grin.

"Well. Damn," Baji said, voice cracking with barely-suppressed laughter. "Didn't know you two were doin'… homework."

"BAJI—!" Kazutora's voice came out strangled. He peeked through his fingers, face so red it looked painful. "Get the fuck out! Don't— don't just stand there you fuckin' pervert—!"

You hadn't moved yet. Partly because Kazutora's body was still spasming around you in sheer adrenaline-fueled embarrassment, partly because pulling out right now would give Baji an even clearer view. Kazutora's cock gave a very obvious, very betrayed twitch between your bodies.

Baji folded his arms, leaning against the doorframe like he had all day. "Mikey wanted you for a meeting, but clearly you're already gettin' railed into next week. Should I tell him you're… occupied?"

"Tell him I'm dead!" Kazutora wailed, voice muffled behind his palms. He tried to hide his face in your neck but the angle made it worse, your cock shifted inside him and he let out a mortifyingly loud moan instead. "Y/N— move or pull out or somethin'— oh my god I'm going to die—"

You couldn't help it. A low chuckle escaped you. You rocked your hips once, slow and deliberate, just to watch him jolt.

Kazutora squeaked again, legs tightening involuntarily. "You asshole—!"

Baji barked out a loud laugh. "Holy shit, he sounds like a kicked puppy. Cute. Real cute, tiger boy." He finally took pity and started backing out. "I'll tell Mikey you're sick. Real sick. Sounds like you've got a fever of… dick, probably."

"BAJI I'M GOING TO KILL YOU—!"

The door slammed shut. You could still hear Baji"s loud, cackling laughter echoing down the hallway as he walked away.

Silence fell again, broken only by Kazutora's ragged breathing and the pounding of your heart.

He stayed hidden behind his hands for a long moment, body trembling. Then, slowly, he parted two fingers and glared up at you with one teary golden eye. His voice came out tiny and furious and embarrassingly turned-on.

"…You didn't lock the door."

"You were the one who dragged me in here saying 'no one's home, just fuck me already,'" you reminded him, grinning.

Kazutora made a pathetic noise and finally dropped his hands, revealing a face so flushed. His bottom lip trembled. For a second you thought he might actually cry from sheer humiliation.

Then his expression shifted.

Mortification melted into something darker, hungrier. His legs tightened around you again, heels digging into your back as he deliberately rolled his hips, fucking himself on your cock with a wet, filthy sound.

"Don't you dare stop," he hissed, voice shaky but demanding. "Not now. Fuck me harder so I forget that shithead saw me like this."

You raised an eyebrow, thrusting deep once just to hear him gasp. "Yeah? Even though Baji's probably tellin' the whole gang right now that you squeak like a toy when you're getting fucked?"

Kazutora whined, covering his face again, but this time his hips kept moving, greedy and desperate. "Shut up. Just— move. I hate you. I hate him. I'm never leavin' this room again. Fuck me like you mean it, Y/N."

You didn't need to be told twice.

You grabbed his thighs, pushed them up toward his chest, and started pounding into him properly. The mattress creaked violently. Kazutora's moans came loud and unrestrained now, embarrassment fueling the fire instead of killing it. Every thrust made his cock slap wetly against his stomach, pre-cum smearing everywhere.

"Gonna cum— fuck— don’t stop—!" His voice broke again, higher this time. His walls clamped down like a vice as orgasm ripped through him. Thick ropes of cum painted his own chest and chin, some even landing on his cheek. He looked absolutely wrecked, teary eyes, swollen lips, hair a mess, body shaking through the aftershocks while you kept fucking him through it.

You followed not long after, spilling the hot seed on your cute boyfriend's stomach with a low groan. Kazutora whimpered at the feeling, legs quivering.

For a minute you both just panted, tangled together in the sweaty sheets.

Then Kazutora groaned, long and dramatic, throwing an arm over his eyes. "I'm never showin' my face to Baji again. Ever. I’m changin' my name. Moving countries. Becoming a monk."

You laughed, leaning down to kiss his cum-splattered cheek. "You say that every time someone almost catches us."

"This time was actual catching!" He peeked at you, cheeks still pink. Then, quieter, almost shy: "…Did it… feel good? When I squeezed like that right when he walked in?"

You grinned. "Felt like you were tryin' to snap my dick off. In a hot way."

Kazutora groaned again, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward. He tugged you down for a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue and lingering embarrassment.

"Lock the door next time, idiot boyfriend," he mumbled against your lips.

"Next time?" you teased.

He hid his face in your neck again, voice muffled but very much pleased. "…Obviously next time. Now get off me so I can barricade the door before Mikey decides to come check why Baji was laughin' like a hyena."

You stayed inside him a little longer anyway, just to hear him complain (and secretly clench happily around you).

Outside, you could already hear distant voices, Baji's loud storytelling and Mikey's curious "huh?", but inside Kazutora's room, the only thing that mattered was the way he eventually pushed you onto your back, tiger-striped shirt still rucked up, and straddled you with a determined, blushy glare.

"Round two. And if anyone walks in again, I’m blamin' you."

You laughed, hands settling on his narrow hips.

[emilsendo]

Part 2 (DRAKEN) <—

BOT!BAJI KEISUKE

X

TOP!MALE READER

Warnings: MDNI!!! sexual/explict content, gay, bottom character/top reader, all characters are 18+, dirty talk, sex without power dynamics at all, getting caught, interrupted sex, cumming on back, face-to-face, doggy style, mating press, threating, poor Chifuyu got heart attack (not literally tho-), moaning, humorous after talk, swearing, throwing things- (Baji did lol) etc

Type: NSFW

PART 3 (BAJI)

The summer heat clung to everything like a second skin. Baji's room was a disaster zone of crumpled animal books pages, half-empty pomade jars, and the faint smell of motor oil from the bike he'd been helping to fix with Draken at his motorcycle shop earlier. The window was cracked open, letting in the distant rumble of Tokyo traffic and the occasional shout from kids playing in the street below. But inside, none of that mattered.

You had Baji pinned beneath you on his narrow bed, the sheets already twisted and damp with sweat. He was on all fours, back arched like an angry cat, that wild black hair spilling over his shoulders and sticking to his neck. His shirt was shoved up around his armpits, pants and boxers kicked somewhere near the door. The sharp lines of his muscles peeked out from under the fabric, and his bronze eyes were half-lidded, fangs bared in a snarl that was pure pleasure.

"Fuck— harder, Y/N," he growled, voice low and rough, pushing back against you with that feral strength he always had. "Don't you dare hold back, you bastard."

You gripped his narrow hips tighter, thrusting deep into his tight heat. Baji was loud when he bottomed, no shame, no filter. Every snap of your hips dragged a broken moan or a hissed curse out of him. His cock hung heavy between his legs, leaking steadily onto the sheets as you nailed his prostate again and again. The wet slap of skin filled the small room, mixing with the creak of the old bed frame.

"Shit, Keisuke… you're so fucking tight," you groaned, leaning over him to bite at the junction of his neck and shoulder. He shivered hard, clenching around your cock like he wanted to keep you there forever.

"Yeah? Then fill me up already—" He cut himself off with a sharp gasp as you changed the angle, grinding deep. His arms trembled, elbows buckling until his chest pressed against the mattress, ass still raised high for you. "Ah—! Right there, fuck yes—"

You reached around to stroke him in time with your thrusts, and Baji's moan cracked into something almost desperate. He was close, you could feel it in the way he fluttered around you, the way his thighs shook.

Neither of you heard the footsteps in the hallway.

The door swung open without a knock.

"BAJI-SAN! I brought the new— WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Chifuyu Matsuno stood frozen in the doorway, a stack of manga clutched in one hand, his eyes wider than the full moon. His face went beet red in record time.

Time seemed to stop for half a second.

Baji's bronze eyes snapped open, pupils blown wide with a mix of pleasure and pure predatory rage. His face was flushed dark, lips swollen, hair a complete mess. You were still buried to the hilt inside him, your hand still wrapped around his throbbing cock.

"THE FUCK—?!" Baji roared, the sound cracking halfway as you involuntarily thrust forward from the shock. The movement made him slide down your length again, and a mortified, broken moan slipped out before he could clamp his teeth on it. "Chifuyu, get the hell out before I rip your goddamn eyes out and feed 'em to the stray cats!"

Chifuyu's brain seemed to short-circuit. He took one stumbling step back but didn't actually leave, too stunned to process the sight: his captain, the terrifying Baji Keisuke, ass up and getting railed by his boyfriend in broad daylight.

You started to pull back instinctively, but Baji’s hand shot behind him, fingers digging hard into your thigh. "Don't you fuckin' move," he hissed at you under his breath, voice shaking with embarrassment and lingering arousal. Then louder, at Chifuyu: "I said OUT, you nosy little shit! This ain’t a free show!"

His ears were burning crimson. The protective instinct was kicking in hard, even though he was the one exposed, Baji was trying to angle his body to shield you from view, snarling like a cornered animal. His cock twitched hard in your hand, betraying just how much the adrenaline was mixing with everything else.

Chifuyu finally unfroze. "S-sorry Baji-San! I thought you were alone— I'll just— uh—" He fumbled the manga, dropping half of them on the floor as he backed up.

Baji grabbed the nearest thing he could reach, one of his own balled-up socks, and hurled it at Chifuyu's head with deadly accuracy while still impaled on you. The motion drove you deeper, and Baji had to bite down hard on his own wrist to muffle the moan that tried to rip out of him. "You saw NOTHING! Understand?! If you breathe a word of this to anyone Mikey, Draken, anyone.... I'll burn every single one of your precious manga and make you eat the ashes!"

Chifuyu squeaked an apology and finally slammed the door shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot. You could hear him practically sprinting down the hallway, muttering frantic "Oh my god, oh my god" under his breath.

The room fell into heavy silence for a beat, broken only by both of your ragged breathing.

Then Baji dropped his face into the pillow and let out the most undignified, embarrassed groan you’d ever heard from him. "Fuckin' hell… that idiot has the worst timing."

You couldn't help it, a low chuckle escaped you. The absurdity of the situation, combined with how Baji was still clenching rhythmically around your cock, made heat coil tighter in your gut.

Baji whipped his head around to glare at you, cheeks still flushed. "The hell are you laughin' at, huh? This is your fault too! You were supposed to lock the damn door!" Despite the scolding, he pushed back against you slowly, almost experimentally, fangs digging into his lower lip.

You leaned down, pressing your chest to his back, and nipped at his ear. "You told me not to stop, remember?"

"Shut up," he muttered, but there was no real heat in it. His voice had gone husky again. "Just… keep going. But if anyone else walks in, I'm biting your dick off after I kill 'em."

You laughed softly and started moving again with slow, deep rolls of your hips that made Baji's breath hitch. He reached back, tangling his fingers in your hair and yanking you down for a messy, biting kiss over his shoulder. The embarrassment was still there, making him tighter, more desperate. Every thrust dragged a broken sound out of him now, less filtered, the adrenaline turning his usual feral energy up to eleven.

"Harder— c'mon, Y/N," he demanded between kisses, voice wrecked. "Make me forget that idiot's stupid face."

You gave him exactly what he wanted. The bed slammed against the wall as you fucked him properly again, one hand braced beside his head, the other stroking his cock fast and tight. Baji came first with a muffled shout into the pillow, his whole body seizing up around you, painting the sheets in thick stripes. The sight and feeling of him falling apart pushed you over the edge seconds later, cumming on his sweaty lower back.

You both collapsed in a sweaty, tangled heap. Baji's breathing was heavy against your neck as he curled into you possessively, one leg thrown over yours like he was claiming territory.

After a long minute, he grumbled, "Chifuyu's doing double shifts at the pet shop for the next month. And you’re helping me install a bigger lock on that door tomorrow."

You hummed, running your fingers through his messy hair. "Deal. But you gotta admit… that was kinda hot."

Baji's ears went red again. He bit your collarbone in retaliation, not hard enough to break skin but enough to leave a mark. "You're such a perverted menace," he muttered, but the grin creeping onto his face was all sharp teeth and affection. "I love it. Now shut up and cuddle me before I change my mind and go murder my vice-captain."

Outside, somewhere in the distance, you could faintly hear Chifuyu yelling at someone on the phone, probably trying (and failing) to sound normal.

Baji just pulled the blanket over both of you, hiding his flushed face against your chest. "Next time we're doing this at your place. These bastards have zero boundaries."

You smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Even with the interruption, even with the chaos that was Baji Keisuke's life, there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

[emilsendo]

Part 1 <— (MIKEY)

BOT!KEN RYŪGUJI

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TOP!MALE READER

Warnings: sexual/explict content, gay, fingering, bottom character/top reader, sex without power dynamics at all, getting caught, interrupted sex, creampie (they're healthy), face-to-face, moaning, fluffy aftercare, humorous after talk, swearing, throwing things- (Draken did lol) etc

Type: NSFW

PART 2 (DRAKEN)

The summer heat in Tokyo clung to everything like a second skin, even inside the small room Draken called his own above his motorcycle shop. The fan in the corner rattled uselessly, doing nothing to cool the air thick with the scent of sweat and motor oil from his earlier work. You’d both ditched your shirts twenty minutes ago. Draken’s tall, broad frame was stretched out beneath you on the narrow futon, his long blond braid undone and fanned across the pillow like spilled ink. The massive dragon tattoo on the left side of his head gleamed under a thin sheen of sweat.

"Fuck… Y/N," Draken growled, voice low and rough. His black eyes were half-lidded, cheeks flushed darker than usual. He was always imposing....6'1 of lean muscle, broad shoulders, narrow hips, and that cocky confidence that made half of Toman terrified of him. Right now though, he was anything but composed.

You had two fingers buried deep inside him, scissoring and curling, brushing that spot that made his abs clench and his thick cock twitch against his stomach. He was leaking steadily, the head shiny and red.

"Stop teasin' already," he hissed, one massive hand fisting the sheets while the other gripped your shoulder hard enough to bruise. "I said I wanted you tonight. Don’t make me beg, asshole."

You grinned, leaning down to bite the sharp line of his jaw. "Maybe I like hearing you beg, Ken."

He snarled something wordless and flipped you with terrifying ease, years of fighting and bike maintenance had made him stupidly strong. Suddenly you were on your back and Draken was straddling your hips, his braid swinging as he reached back to line you up. No condom tonight; you'd both gotten tested and the trust between you burned hotter than the summer air.

He sank down in one slow, greedy motion.

"Shit—!" Draken's head fell back, throat exposed. You were thick, stretching him open, and he took every inch like he was born for it. His hole fluttered and clenched around you, hot and velvet-tight. "So fuckin' big… move."

You didn’t need telling twice. Gripping his narrow waist, you thrust up hard. Draken met every snap of your hips with a roll of his own, powerful thighs flexing as he rode you. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin filled the tiny room. His cock bounced between you, smearing pre-cum across your abs. You wrapped a hand around it, stroking in time with your thrusts, thumbing the slit until he was cursing and shaking.

"Fuck, right there—ngh!" Draken's voice cracked when you angled your hips and nailed his prostate dead-on. His braid was completely wrecked now, strands sticking to his sweaty neck and chest. He looked wrecked: lips swollen from biting them, eyes glassy with pleasure, that usual stoic mask shattered.

You sat up, wrapping an arm around his back and pulling him flush against you so you could fuck him deeper, mouths crashing together in a messy kiss full of teeth and tongues. Draken moaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through both of you. He was close. You could feel it in the way his walls pulsed and tightened, milking you.

"Gonna cum inside you," you growled against his lips.

"Do it. Fill me up, Y/N—fuck—!"

The door slammed open without warning.

"Draken! You in here? Mikey wants to—" Baji’s voice died mid-sentence.

Time froze.

Baji stood in the doorway, wild black hair all messy from the ride on his motorcycle, eyes wide as he took in the scene: Draken. THE Draken, completely naked, impaled on your cock, flushed crimson from chest to ears, one hand still braced on your shoulder while the other instinctively reached for the blanket that was nowhere near enough to cover either of you.

Draken’s entire body locked up. His hole clenched so hard around you it was almost painful, the sudden spike of adrenaline making him impossibly tighter. For one glorious, mortifying second, the big bad Vice-Captain of Toman looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Then the rage hit.

"The FUCK are you lookin' at?!" Draken roared, voice hoarse and still dripping with sex. He twisted, grabbing the nearest thing, which was a heavy steel-toed boot...and hurled it at Baji’s head with deadly accuracy. Baji barely dodged, cackling like a hyena as he backpedaled.

"Holy shit! Draken's getting railed! Wait till Mikey hears—!"

"GET OUT BEFORE I KILL YOU!" Draken bellowed, yanking the thin sheet over your joined bodies. It barely covered anything; his broad back and shoulders were still on full display. You could feel him trembling with fury, embarrassment, and the sheer effort of not moving his hips while you were still buried to the hilt inside him.

Baji slammed the door, laughter echoing down the hallway. "Don't forget to lock it next time, lovebirds!"

The silence that followed was deafening.

Draken's face dropped into the crook of your neck, burning hot against your skin. "I’m gonna murder him. Slowly. With my bare hands." His voice was muffled, but you could hear the mortification. His ears were scarlet. "This is your fault. You were supposed to lock the damn door."

You laughed softly, running your hands up his sweaty back, feeling the tension in every muscle. "Pretty sure you were the one who dragged me in here and said 'hurry up before anyone shows up.'"

"Shut up." He bit your shoulder, hard, then soothed it with his tongue. Despite the embarrassment, his body hadn’t stopped reacting. His hole was still rhythmically clenching around your cock, wetter than before, and his own dick was still rock hard and trapped between your stomachs. The thrill of almost being seen had clearly done something to him.

You rolled your hips experimentally. Draken's breath hitched.

"Still want me to stop?" you murmured, lips brushing his ear.

"…No." The word came out like a confession. He lifted his head, black eyes blazing with a mix of shame and raw hunger. "Fuck me harder. Make me forget that shithead saw us."

That was all the permission you needed.

Draken barely had time to brace himself before you flipped him onto his back, folding his long legs up toward his chest. The new angle let you drive in deep, pounding into him with punishing thrusts that made the old futon creak dangerously. Draken's hands flew up to grip your shoulders, nails digging in as he took it, moaning openly now that the embarrassment had flipped into something filthy and desperate.

"Yeah—fuck—right there, don't stop!" His voice was wrecked, braid completely loose and tangled. Sweat dripped from his abs. You leaned down and sucked a mark into the side of his neck, right below the dragon's tail, claiming him where everyone could see later. Draken's cock pulsed between you. He came first, untouched, thick ropes painting his own chest and stomach while his hole spasmed wildly around you.

The sight and feel of him falling apart pushed you over the edge. You buried yourself to the hilt and came hard, filling him just like you’d promised. Draken shuddered through the aftershocks, legs trembling around your waist.

For a long minute the only sounds were heavy breathing and the distant hum of Tokyo traffic.

Then Draken groaned, covering his face with one arm. "Baji's never gonna let me live this down. Mikey's gonna make it a whole thing at the next meeting."

You pulled out slowly, watching your cum leak from his puffy, abused hole with a possessive thrill. "Let 'em talk. You looked hot as hell all pissed off and stuffed full."

Draken peeked at you from under his arm, cheeks still pink. The tsundere glare was back, but softer. "You’re an idiot." He dragged you down anyway, wrapping those strong arms around you and pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to your temple. "But you're my idiot. Next time we're locking the door. Triple-locking it."

You chuckled, nuzzling into his sweaty chest. "Next time we're doin' it on the shrine rooftop. Let 'em try to climb up and interrupt."

Draken's laugh rumbled under you, low, warm, and a little embarrassed. "You're gonna get me killed one day." His fingers carded through your hair, the tough-guy exterior melting into the soft giant you knew he really was underneath. "Stay here tonight. I'm not done with you yet."

Outside, you could already hear faint shouting and laughter, Baji was definitely spreading the news. Inside, Draken just pulled the blanket over both of you, pressed another kiss to your lips, and whispered, "Round two in five minutes. And this time I'm ridin' you until you can't walk straight."

The interruption had been mortifying.

It had also been the start of a very long, very loud night.

[emilsendo]

Author Note: I felt like making a NSFW Tokyo Revengers oneshot. It's been a while since I've done one, and Mikey deserves some love, so-

Happy Gay Month !🕺✨️

I'll make this a series just for you, YES! If ambition and health allow, I'll make this scenario for almost all the characters from Tokyo Rev, the title "Interrupted Sex" or something

(Currently working on smut for Kurapika request)

BOT!MANJIRO SANO

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TOP!MALE READER

Warnings: sexual/explict content, gay, bottom character/top reader (that doesn't really matter, just making sure that reader penetrates), sex without power dynamics at all, getting caught, interrupted sex, creampie, missionary, moaning, swearing, possessive, threating, throwing things- (Mikey did lol) etc

Type: NSFW

PART 1 (MIKEY)

The old wooden bed in Mikey’s room creaked rhythmically under you two, the faint smell of dorayaki and motor oil still lingering in the air from earlier. Mikey was straddling you, completely naked except for the silver chain around his neck you’d given him. His pale skin was flushed pink down to his chest, blonde hair sticking to his forehead as he rode you hard, tight heat clenching around your cock with every downward grind.

"Fuck… Y/N—deeper," he growled, voice low and breathy. His usual commanding tone cracked just a little whenever you hit that spot inside him. His hands gripped your shoulders, nails digging in as he bounced faster, ass slapping against your thighs. For once the Invincible Mikey looked completely undone.....lips parted, dark eyes glassy with lust, that rare vulnerable expression reserved only for you.

You thrust up to meet him, hands on his narrow hips, pulling him down harder. Mikey moaned, the sound muffled as he leaned forward and bit your collarbone.

Then the door slammed open without a knock.

"Oi, Mikey, you in here? We gotta talk about tomorrow's....!" Draken's deep voice cut off mid-sentence.

Time froze.

Mikey's body locked up mid-bounce, your cock buried to the hilt inside him. His eyes snapped wide open, that post-orgasm haze instantly replaced by pure gang-leader murder. His face burned crimson, ears turning red, but his hole was still fluttering and squeezing around you involuntarily.

"Ken-chin—" Mikey's voice came out dangerously low, but it cracked halfway through. "Get. The. Fuck. Out."

Draken stood there like a statue, eyes wide, one hand still on the doorknob. The tall vice-captain's brain clearly blue-screened at the sight of his best friend naked and impaled on another guy's dick. "I—uh—shit. Sorry. I didn't—"

Mikey's hand shot out, grabbing the nearest thing....a half-eaten dorayaki (lol) and hurled it at Draken's head with deadly accuracy. "Close the fuckin' door before I kill you, you giant idiot!"

You couldn't help it. A choked laugh escaped you, which earned you a sharp glare from Mikey and an even harder squeeze from his insides. Your cock twitched inside him and Mikey's breath hitched despite himself.

Draken finally snapped out of it, slamming the door shut so hard the walls rattled. "Lock it next time, dumbass!" he yelled from the hallway, voice strained with second-hand embarrassment before his footsteps retreated fast.

The second the door clicked, Mikey's embarrassed rage flipped straight into feral mode.

"You think that’s funny?" he hissed, shoving you flat on your back with surprising strength. His thighs clamped tighter around your hips as he started riding you again, harder and faster than before, almost punishing. "Bastard… laughin' while I'm… ngh—!"

His words dissolved into a needy moan as you gripped his ass and thrust up sharply. Mikey's head fell back, exposing the pale column of his throat. He looked wrecked—flushed, sweaty, cock leaking against your stomach—but the glare he shot you was pure bratty fire.

"Faster, Y/N," He demanded, voice shaky but still trying to sound in control. "Make me cum before anyone else decides to barge in. Or I'll… fuck—I'll really kill you."

You flipped him over suddenly, pinning his smaller frame beneath you. Mikey’s legs wrapped around your waist instantly, heels digging into your back as you drove into him deep and relentless. The bed slammed against the wall with every thrust. He bit your shoulder hard to muffle the loud, broken sounds spilling from his mouth, but you could still hear the desperate little whimpers every time you hit his prostate.

"Only you get to see me like this," he gasped against your skin, voice cracking. "Don’t you dare stop—ah!"

His body tensed hard, hole pulsing around you as he came untouched, streaks of white painting both your stomachs. The sight and feeling dragged you over the edge right after, burying yourself deep as you filled him.

For a long moment the only sounds were heavy breathing and the distant city noise outside.

Mikey stayed quiet, face hidden in the crook of your neck. Then, softly: "…If Ken-chin tells anyone, I’m beating his ass. And yours."

You chuckled, stroking his messy blonde hair. "Triple locks from now on?"

"Shut up." He nipped your jaw, but his arms tightened around you. A few seconds later he added, barely audible, "Don’t pull out yet."

Outside, you both heard Draken’s awkward voice yelling from downstairs: "I'm never walking in again without knocking three times! Jesus Christ!"

Mikey groaned in pure mortification and buried his burning face deeper into your chest.

Your flustered, horny, slightly homicidal boyfriend was never living this down.

[emilsendo]

Heyyy bo! I'm in the mood for some fluffy bullshit.... That being said could I request a Haikyuu x gn reader (romantic) who is mute maybe because maybe they have been bullied in the past for a small speech impediment but after knowing [character] for a long time they finally gather enough courage and trust to say smth to the character [smth short like ily or something like that] Then gets too nervous and runs away [+cuddles and reassurance?? 🥺]

Sure, pal! 👀✨️

I made it be in a bit different form that I saw long time ago on someone's post on Tumblr, hope it's okay and fast to read this way 🕺✨️

Kageyama Tobiō:

Kageyama never pushed.

If you wanted to communicate through notes, he'd read them. If you used gestures, he'd learn them. He was awkward about it, sure, but patient.

One evening after practice, the two of you sat alone in the gym.

Your heart was pounding.

You had rehearsed the words hundreds of times.

Kageyama was rambling about volleyball when suddenly....

"I-I l-love y-you."

Silence.

Kageyama froze.

You froze.

Your face immediately burst into flames.

"Oh my god."

Before he could answer, you spun around and bolted.

"WAIT—!"

You made it all the way to a nearby park bench before hiding your face in your hands.

Footsteps.

Kageyama appeared, breathing heavily from chasing you.

"You're fast."

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

Then you felt a hand gently take yours.

"I heard you."

You couldn't look up.

"I know it was hard to say."

His voice was unusually soft.

"And... I love you too."

Your eyes widened.

Kageyama awkwardly sat beside you before slowly pulling you against his shoulder.

When you tensed, he immediately stopped.

"...Can I?"

You nodded.

His arm wrapped around you.

"Don't force yourself to talk for me."

He rested his head lightly against yours.

"I'll wait as long as you need."

The tears you had been holding back finally slipped free.

Kageyama simply held you closer.

"No one's gonna make fun of you while I'm around."

And for the first time in years, speaking didn't feel terrifying anymore.

Kenma Kozume:

One night, while curled up together on his bed watching him play a game, you finally gathered your courage.

"Kenma..."

His eyes immediately moved from the screen to you.

You swallowed hard.

"I... l-love you."

The words came out unevenly.

Shaky. Imperfect. But they were yours.

Kenma blinked.

You immediately panicked. And ran.

Literally rolled off his bed and sprinted out of his room.

"...Huh."

Kenma stared after you for a second.

Then paused his game.

Which was basically the equivalent of a national emergency.

You were hiding under a blanket in the living room when Kenma found you.

"...Found you."

You groaned.

Kenma sat beside you.

Then gently lifted part of the blanket.

"You know," he said quietly, "I don't care how you sound."

Your heart stopped.

"I never did."

Slowly, he crawled under the blanket beside you.

The small enclosed space suddenly felt warm.

Safe.

"I love you too."

You stared.

Kenma simply opened his arms.

Wordlessly inviting you closer.

The moment you curled against his chest, he wrapped both arms around you.

His chin rested on your head.

"No more running."

You laughed silently.

A tiny sound escaped your throat.

Kenma smiled.

"There you are."

Then he spent the rest of the evening cuddling you while pretending to play his game one-handed.

Oikawa Tōru:

The confession happened completely by accident.

The two of you were walking home together.

You were laughing at something stupid Oikawa had said when the words slipped out before you could stop them.

"I love you."

Everything stopped.

Including Oikawa.

Including your soul.

You immediately covered your face.

Then turned around.

Then ran.

"Y/N!"

Oikawa chased after you.

You somehow ended up trapped at the end of a quiet alley

Oikawa slowed as he approached.

For once, he wasn't smiling.

Not because he was upset.

Because he knew this mattered.

He gently reached for your hands.

"You know what I heard?"

You couldn't look at him.

"I heard the bravest thing you've ever said."

Tears immediately gathered in your eyes.

Oikawa's expression softened.

"So don't apologize for it."

Then he carefully pulled you into his arms.

You buried your face in his chest.

His arms tightened around you instantly

"I love you too."

A broken sound escaped you.

Oikawa smiled and kissed the top of your head.

"And just so we're clear?"

He squeezed you tighter.

"If anyone ever makes fun of your voice again, they're dealing with me."

You laughed through your tears.

"There it is."

He held you for a long, long time.

Bokuto Kotaro:

"K-Kou..."

Bokuto immediately perked up.

You took a deep breath.

"I love you."

Silence.

Three seconds.

Four.

Five.

Then Bokuto exploded.

"YOU SAID IT!"

Mortified, you launched yourself off the couch and sprinted away.

"NOPE!"

"WAIT!"

You barely made it to your room before Bokuto caught up.

He knocked once.

Then entered when you cracked the door open.

You couldn't even meet his eyes.

Bokuto crouched in front of you.

"I didn't get excited because you talked."

You blinked.

"I got excited because you said you love me."

Your eyes widened.

His smile softened.

"And because I love you too."

The tears came instantly.

Bokuto opened his arms.

You practically fell into them.

He hugged you so tightly it felt like every broken piece of your confidence was being held together.

"You never have to force yourself."

He rubbed soothing circles on your back.

"Talk. Don't talk. Doesn't matter."

Another gentle squeeze.

"I'll love every version of you."

You buried your face into his shoulder.

Bokuto simply rocked you back and forth.

[emilsendo]

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(affectionate)

That say more than words, pal

Thank you <3

[emilsendo]

Hiii this is my first time requesting and I was wondering if I could request some hcs of Tokyo revengers porn ⭐️ au and who would do what content (your choice of characters btw)

Uuuuuu very interesting request 👀✨️

Thx for it and I hope you will have fun reading it. I had fun coming up with these headcanons, especially with Draken (what an irony - I'm obsessed with him, and not only with him). But before we get to the text, some basic info:

All characters are 18+

Minors don't interact

18+content/NSFW

Characters: Mikey, Draken, Baji and Mitusya

Swearing/implied sex topic, etc...

Enjoy~

Manjiro "Mikey" Sano – "The Untouchable King"

| Content style |: High-end solo + occasional soft-dom power play videos.

Mikey runs a very exclusive, expensive OnlyFans/Patreon. His brand is "beautiful untouchable dominance." He rarely shows full penetration on camera (he saves that for private custom videos that cost a fortune).

Signature content:

● Teasing solo videos where he edges himself for 20+ minutes with that signature blank, slightly sadistic smile.

● Handcam / fingering focus (his hands are a huge selling point).

● Light choking, spanking, and "worship me" themes.

● Rare collabs only with people he actually likes (usually Draken). When he tops, it's possessive and overwhelming — lots of eye contact and "you're mine" energy. (Yes. You heard me. TOPS)

+ Fans go feral for his rare "aftercare" voice.... soft, sleepy, almost affectionate after intense scenes.

| Vibe |: Luxurious, slightly unhinged, addictive. People pay premium because it feels like Mikey is blessing you by letting you watch.

Ken "Draken" Ryuguji – "The Gentle Giant / Service Top"

| Content style |: Boyfriend experience + hardcore size kink.

Draken is one of the most popular creators because he’s massive, tattooed, and actually sweet. His content feels the most "real relationship" out of the four.

Signature content:

● Long, passionate videos with excellent foreplay and aftercare.

● Size difference / "taking it so well" content (he loves praising his partners).

● Breeding kink videos (he has a filthy mouth when he’s deep in it "gonna fill you up until it sticks").

● Motorcycle mechanic roleplay (shirtless, covered in grease, bending someone over his bike).

+ Frequent collabs with Mikey (they have insane chemistry. Draken is one of the few people Mikey lets manhandle him sometimes).

| Vibe |: Protective, dominant but caring, ridiculously hot. The "I’ll ruin you then tuck you into bed" guy.

Keisuke Baji – "The Wild Animal"

(Pretty shitty name ik💀)

| Content style |: Rough, chaotic, high-energy porn.

Baji is pure chaos in the industry. His videos are raw, aggressive, and unfiltered. He’s known for going hard and making it look fun.

Signature content:

● Primal play, biting, hair-pulling, messy makeouts.

● Spit kink and degradation mixed with praise ("Fuck, you’re such a good little slut for me").

● Fight-to-fuck roleplay (he loves fake wrestling that turns sexual).

● Creampie + breeding content (he gets stupidly into it, almost feral).

+ Occasional threesomes (especially with Chifuyu, who he "corrupts" on camera).

| Vibe |: Loud, feral, teeth and claws. His videos feel dangerous in the best way, you don’t know if you’re getting fucked or mauled (or both).

Takashi Mitsuya – "The Pretty Boy / Soft Dom Artist"

| Content style |: Aesthetic, sensual, high-production value.

Mitsuya treats porn like art. His videos are beautifully shot, well-lit, and have incredible chemistry.

Signature content:

● Slow, sensual, tantric-style sex.

● Lots of body worship, especially focusing on his partner’s body (he’s a designer, so he notices every curve and detail).

● Shibari / rope play (he’s insanely good with knots and makes it look like wearable art).

● Soft dom / praise heavy content ("Look at you… so beautiful taking me").

● Fashion kink — designer lingerie, custom harnesses he made himself, silk ties, etc.

+ He occasionally bottoms for very special partners and it breaks the internet every time.

| Vibe |: Elegant, intimate, addictive. Watching Mitsuya fuck feels like experiencing high fashion and high pleasure at the same time.

[emilsendo]

Ik I've been asking for a lot of wind breaker lately but I've finally watched the anime and now I'm a bit obsessed again. Sooo.... That being said.... Can I please request a Wind breaker (mostly just the third years but you can add others if you want) x male reader with fluffy smut where the reader is really shy about sleeping with then, despite not being a virgin, they just like lose their cool so easily around the characters or smth [Sorry if this doesn't make sense, I kinda explained it badly]

Gladly, pal! 🕺✨️ Don't worry, I think I understood my task very well-

Enjoy~

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Warnings: gay, fingering, explict, moaning/groaning, gentle sex, gay, sub!top reader, dom!bottom character, praising etc

The rooftop garden was quiet except for the soft evening breeze rustling the leaves. Umemiya had pulled you up here after the others left, his usual bright grin softening into something warmer, more intimate.

"You’ve been avoiding being alone with me lately," he murmured, backing you gently against the low wall, his hands on your waist. "Nervous?"

Your face burned instantly. Even though you weren’t a virgin, something about Umemiya—his easy confidence, the way he looked at you like you were his favorite person in the world—made your heart hammer and your cool completely vanish. "I-I’m not… it’s just… you’re a lot, Hajime," you mumbled, eyes darting away.

He chuckled softly, cupping your cheek. "Cute. You’re always so shy with me. But I like that." He kissed you slow and sweet, coaxing your mouth open until you were melting against him. When his hand slid under your shirt, you shivered hard.

Somehow you ended up on the blanket he’d laid out, you hovering over him. Your hands trembled as you pushed his shirt up, revealing toned skin. "Hajime… I don’t know if I can—"

"You can," he said gently, eyes half-lidded and full of affection. "I want you. All of you. Take your time, yeah?"

You swallowed, nodding. Slicking yourself up with shaking fingers, you pressed in slowly, inch by inch. Umemiya groaned low, his hands gripping your hips encouragingly. "That’s it… feels good. You’re so careful with me."

Being inside him made your brain short-circuit. You buried your face in his neck, hips moving in shallow, hesitant thrusts. "S-Sorry… I’m probably bad at this—"

Umemiya laughed breathlessly and tilted your face up to kiss you. "You’re perfect. Look at me." His voice dropped, gentle but commanding. "Move however feels good. I love seeing you like this—trying so hard to stay in control when you’re this red."

You rocked deeper, finding a rhythm that made him sigh your name. Every little sound he made turned you into a flustered mess, but you kept going, kissing his chest, his collarbones, whispering how warm and tight he felt. Umemiya praised you the whole time—"Good boy… just like that… you’re making me feel so loved"—until you both came, trembling and tangled together under the stars, his arms wrapped tight around you while you hid your burning face in his shoulder.

Hiragi’s room was dimly lit, the door locked. He’d been patient with you all evening—watching you get progressively more nervous as things heated up. Now you were both shirtless on his bed, and he was looking at you with that steady, intense gaze that always made your stomach flip.

"You’re shaking," he said quietly, running a hand down your back. "We don’t have to if you’re not ready. I know you’re experienced, but… you get shy easy around me, huh?"

You nodded, cheeks blazing. "It’s embarrassing… You’re so cool and put-together, and I just… lose it." Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Hiragi’s expression softened. He pulled you on top of him, strong hands steady on your waist. "Then lose it with me. I’ve got you." He kissed you deeply, slow and grounding, until your nerves settled into warm want.

When you finally slicked up and pushed inside him, you had to pause immediately, forehead pressed to his chest. "Fuck… Toma… you feel—" Your voice cracked, hips twitching involuntarily.

"Easy," he murmured, one hand stroking your hair, the other gripping your hip to guide you. "Breathe. You’re doing good. Look how well you fit."

You started moving—gentle, rolling thrusts that made Hiragi’s breath hitch. Despite being the one on top, you felt completely submissive under his calm control; every time you faltered or got too flustered, he’d whisper instructions or praise. "Slower… yeah, like that. You’re so attentive. Makes me feel safe."

The praise made you whimper against his neck. You tried to hide your face but he gently tilted your chin up. "Don’t hide. I like seeing how much you want me."

Your pace grew a little more confident, still soft and loving, hips snapping forward in shallow strokes while you kissed him messily. Hiragi’s low groans and the way his body clenched around you pushed you closer to the edge embarrassingly fast. "I-I’m close already… sorry—"

"Come on," he encouraged, voice husky. "Let go. I want to feel you."

You buried yourself deep and came with a shy, muffled moan, trembling hard. Hiragi followed right after, holding you close and stroking your back as you panted against him, still flushed and shy even in the afterglow.

The soft glow of string lights filled Tsubakino’s room, casting a gentle pinkish hue over everything. He had invited you over after club activities, and things had slowly escalated from playful teasing to heated kisses on his bed. Now you were both shirtless, his long hair spilling across the pillow like silk as he looked up at you with that signature confident, playful smile.

"You’re so red right now," Tsubakino purred, tracing a finger along your burning cheek. "Even though you’ve done this before… I make you this shy? That’s adorable."

You swallowed hard, heart racing. Tsubakino always had this effect on you—his beauty, his effortless charm, the way he carried himself with such bold femininity while being undeniably strong. It made you lose every ounce of composure. "I-I can’t help it… You’re just… a lot, Tasuku," you mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

He chuckled softly, the sound warm and affectionate, and pulled you down into a deep kiss. His hands slid down your back, encouraging you on top of him. "Then don’t hold back. I want my shy boy to take me tonight. Be gentle with me, okay? I know you will be."

Your hands trembled as you prepped him carefully, listening to every little sigh and hum he made. When you finally pressed inside him—slow, inch by inch—you had to bury your face in the crook of his neck, overwhelmed by how warm and tight he felt.

"Ah… there you are," Tsubakino breathed, wrapping his long legs around your waist. One hand stroked your hair tenderly while the other gripped your shoulder. "You’re doing so well. Look at you, trying so hard not to fall apart already."

You started moving in shallow, hesitant thrusts, every roll of your hips careful and loving. Despite being the one on top, you felt completely submissive under his soft guidance—whimpering whenever he clenched around you or whispered praise against your ear.

"You feel amazing…" you whispered shakily, kissing along his collarbone, his neck, anywhere you could reach without having to meet his eyes for too long. Your cheeks were on fire.

Tsubakino tilted your face up gently, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were half-lidded with pleasure, lips parted in a sweet smile. "Don’t hide that cute face. I love how flustered you get for me. It makes me feel so wanted." He moaned softly as you found a steady rhythm, his fingers threading through your hair. "Just like that… deeper, baby. You’re so good to me."

The praise melted you further. Your thrusts stayed gentle but grew a little more confident, hips rocking in a smooth, attentive pace while you showered him with soft kisses and quiet murmurs of how beautiful he looked, how perfect he felt. Tsubakino’s breathy moans and the way his body arched into yours pushed you right to the edge embarrassingly fast.

"I-I’m close already… sorry, Tasuku—"

He laughed breathlessly and pulled you into a messy kiss. "Then come for me. Let me feel all of you."

You buried yourself deep with a shy, muffled groan, trembling as you came. Tsubakino followed soon after, holding you close and stroking your back while you hid your flushed face against his chest, still shy even in the warm afterglow. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, murmuring, "My sweet shy boy… I love you like this."

[emilsendo]

Hiya bo!~ Can I get a wind breaker x GN reader who kinds acts like Dazai ( Bsd [sorry if you've never watched it / don't know who it is] ) Like they "joke" about death a lot and may be slightly insane but really smart and serious on the occasion they really need to be? [ Sorry if this makes zero sense, it's almost 1 am rn :( ]

Sure, pal! Don't worry about anything, I get what you mean and I'll happily do it for ya. I had watched this anime before but I may or may not forgot some things in it- So, sorry if I've made any mistake/error in it.

I chose 4 characters: Sakura Haruka, Suo Hayato, Umemiya Hajime, and Kaji Ren. Hope that's okay-

At first, Sakura is extremely thrown off by you. Your deadpan "I wonder what it’d feel like to get hit by a truck right now~" makes him choke on his drink every single time.

He gets genuinely angry when you joke about dying. "Stop saying that crap! If you die I’ll… I’ll kill you myself!" (he doesn’t realize how funny that is given the context).

Secretly finds your chaotic energy addictive. The way you toy with enemies’ heads during fights, predicting their moves three steps ahead while smiling like a lunatic, makes his competitive side burn.

When you drop the act and become scarily competent (analyzing a rival gang’s entire strategy in under a minute), Sakura gets flustered. "Tch… you were actually useful for once." (Translation: he’s impressed and a little turned on by smart Reader).

You love poking his tsundere buttons. He’ll blush violently when you drape yourself over him dramatically and say, "If I die today, at least let me die in the arms of a cute tomato~"

Suo is the perfect match for ya, pal. He matches your freak immediately.

The two of you have an ongoing competition of who can make the darkest joke while keeping a straight face. Suo usually wins by delivering it with the sweetest smile.

He sees through your playful insanity instantly and finds it fascinating. He’ll tease you right back: "If you keep talking about dying, I might just have to tie you up so you can’t go anywhere~"

During serious moments, the two of you become terrifyingly efficient. Suo’s calm precision + your ruthless strategic mind makes you an unbeatable duo. Enemies often feel like they’re being toyed with by two smiling demons.

Suo is one of the few people who can actually calm your more self-destructive spirals. He does it with gentle but firm affection and that signature closed-eye smile that somehow feels dangerous.

Umemiya thinks your death jokes are hilarious at first. He’ll laugh and pat your head: "Haha, you’re so funny! But don’t actually die, okay? The garden needs you!"

He slowly realizes you’re not entirely joking and goes full worried big brother mode. Starts dragging you into gardening with him so "you can touch something living instead of thinking about death."

Loves your intelligence. You help him plan town protection strategies and he’s openly impressed every time. "Whoa… you’re kinda scary when you’re serious!"

He gives the best hugs when your "slightly insane" side gets too heavy. Big warm bear hugs while saying, "You’re not allowed to leave. I still have to show you all the new tomato varieties."

You call him "Mr. Sunshine" unironically while threatening to throw yourself off a rooftop. He just carries you down like it’s nothing.

Kaji is stressed. Your constant death jokes make him shove his headphones on harder while muttering "This idiot’s gonna be the death of me…"

He acts like he hates it, but he’s weirdly protective. If anyone else comments on your "crazy" behavior he’s instantly glaring daggers at them.

Finds your intelligence hot as hell. When you switch modes and start reading people like open books or predicting fight outcomes perfectly, he gets quiet and just stares. (Lowkey blushing under the hood).

You’re one of the few people who can make him laugh with your dark humor. Sometimes you catch him smirking behind his lollipop when you say something unhinged.

Secret soft spot: when you’re having a rare serious moment and admit you don’t actually want to die, he pulls you into his chest without a word, headphones still on, just silently letting you stay there as long as you need.

[emilsendo]

Broooo I love your writing, thank you for indulging in my delusional requests (〜￣▽￣)〜

Nah, I should be the one thanking. Without you this profile would be almost dead! Your request kept me motivate 👀❤️✨️

[emilsendo]

Hii! :3 first time requesting- may I get Kurapika x reader smut, I don't have any specific scenario so I'll take anything if you want to write it ofc ^^

OFC! I'm very happy to make this request for you. Glad I am your "first" 🤣😅

(yeah sorry for the joke lol- 🧍‍♂️)

Enjoy~

Warnings: riding, eye contact, explict, 18+ MDNI, gay/yaoi, sub!char, moaning, praising, gentle sex, whimpering, rolling eyes, stroking, cumming, etc

Reader's gender: Male Reader

Author note: I admit, I had trouble coming up with a scenario... but when I looked at Kurapika's picture, it suddenly hit me. He has amazing crimson eyes?! Why didn't I think of making this an absolutely steamy scene with him making eye contact with the reader during sex sooner? 😫💔

The room was dim, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand. The safehouse was quiet except for the low hum of the city far below and the ragged sound of Kurapika’s breathing.

He straddled your lap, completely naked, skin flushed from his chest to the tips of his ears. Your cock was buried deep inside him, thick and unmoving. Kurapika’s hands trembled where they rested on your shoulders, nails digging in just enough to sting. His golden hair stuck to his damp forehead, and his eyes....those beautiful, cursed scarlet eyes, burned with Nen and barely-contained pleasure.

"Look at me," you murmured, voice low and steady.

Kurapika’s breath hitched. He tried to roll his hips, desperate for friction, but your hands clamped down on his waist, holding him still.

"I said look at me."

His scarlet gaze flicked up to yours, pupils blown wide. The color was vivid, almost glowing proof that his Emperor Time was flickering at the edges from how overwhelmed he was. You could feel the faint crackle of Nen against your skin where his thighs pressed to yours.

"Good," you praised softly, sliding one hand up his spine. "These eyes only get this beautiful when you’re like this. Only for me."

A shudder ran through him. He tried to look away, pride and vulnerability warring on his face, but you caught his chin and guided it back.

"Don’t hide. Ride me slowly… and keep your eyes on mine the whole time."

Kurapika bit his lip, cheeks burning darker. He lifted his hips just enough for the head of your cock to drag against his prostate, then sank back down with a broken moan. The scarlet in his eyes flared brighter.

"That’s it," you groaned, letting him set the rhythm but never letting him look away. Every time his lashes fluttered or his gaze started to drift, lost in the stretch and fullness...you stopped moving entirely, denying him.

"Eyes on me, Kurapika."

He whimpered, a sound so unlike his usual composed self that it sent heat surging through you. "You’re… cruel," he gasped, voice husky.

You smiled, thrusting up sharply once just to watch his eyes widen. "And you love it. Now move."

He obeyed. Slow, deep rolls of his hips that let you feel every tight clench around your big cock. Sweat slid down the elegant line of his throat. His scarlet eyes stayed locked on yours, glassy and intense, the color pulsing in time with his pleasure. Every time you bottomed out, a soft, needy sound escaped him, half moan, half sob.

You slid your hand between his legs, stroking him lazily, thumb teasing the slick head of his pretty cock. "So pretty like this. All that power, all that rage… and you fall apart just from taking me."

Kurapika’s rhythm faltered, thighs shaking. His eyes were blazing now, pure scarlet, Nen flickering wildly around his body. "Please…" he whispered, voice cracking. "I need....I can’t....!"

"You can." You sat up straighter, pulling him flush against your chest, foreheads pressed together. Your breaths mingled. "Let me see all of it. Come for me while you look me in the eyes."

You gripped his hips harder and started thrusting wetly up into him, deep, relentless strokes that hit that perfect spot every time. Kurapika cried out, arms wrapping tight around your neck, but he never broke eye contact. The scarlet burned brighter than you’d ever seen it, tears gathering at the corners from the intensity.

"I’m.... ah....! I’m yours," he gasped against your mouth, voice trembling. "Only… only yours—"

The words snapped your control. You fucked him harder, one hand fisting in his hair to keep his head in place. His walls clenched tight around you, pulsing, and with a choked sob his eyes rolled back for half a second before locking onto yours again as he came untouched, thick white streaks painting both your sweaty stomachs.

The sight of those glowing scarlet eyes shattering with pleasure dragged you over the edge right after him. You buried yourself to the hilt and filled him, groaning his name as heat flooded deep inside.

For a long moment the only sounds were heavy breathing and the faint crackle of fading Nen.

Kurapika’s eyes slowly dimmed from scarlet back to their usual gray, but the flush on his face and the way he stayed pressed against you didn’t fade. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, body still trembling with aftershocks.

You stroked his back gently, pressing a kiss to his temple.

"Beautiful," you whispered. "Every time."

Kurapika’s arms tightened around you.

"…Only for you," he breathed, so quietly you almost missed it.

[emilsendo]

"Rough sex on the bedroom floor~"

Inspired by the song "Champagne & Sunshine" by PLVTINUM, TARRO

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Type: SMUT/NSFW

Warnings: MDNI, explict sex, riding, on the floor, rough, power struggle, stimulation, swearing, swear names ("slut", "whore", "bitch"...) cumming, gay, spit instead lube, filthy, dirty talk, light choking, slapping, marking, kissing, drinking champagne from skin and using it as lube, alcohol, etc.

Character(s): Izana Kurokawa

Author note: First time doin' anything like that 😭🤣- I hope you like it, coz honestly? Idk what I am doing anymore. That's probably the dirtiest thing I ever created. At first I wanted to do it for Ran or Rindo...but I wanted to try it for Izana.

Enjoy~

The penthouse bedroom reeks of champagne and sex before you even hit the floor. Sunlight pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows like liquid gold, painting Izana’s tanned skin in that rich-girl L.A. glow he wears so fucking well—white hair messy, violet eyes blown wide with that manic, possessive hunger. He’s already half-naked, silk shirt unbuttoned and hanging off one shoulder, pants shoved down just enough to free that pretty cock of his, hard and leaking. A half-empty bottle of champagne dangles from his fingers, the expensive kind that fizzes like it’s got stars trapped inside.

"You think you can handle me today, huh?" Izana’s voice is low, filthy, dripping with that dirty talk he knows you crave. He shoves you backward until your back hits the thick carpet, the bottle tipping so champagne sprays across your chest in cold, bubbly bursts. It runs down your abs, soaking into the waistband of your boxers. "All I want is champagne and sunshine, baby. And right now? You’re both."

He drops to his knees between your spread thighs, straddling you in one fluid, dominating motion. The power struggle starts the second his ass grinds down on your clothed cock—teasing, owning. Izana’s hand wraps around your throat just tight enough to make your pulse jump, his nails digging crescents into your skin while he pours more champagne straight from the bottle onto your stomach. It pools in your navel, drips down the V of your hips. He leans down and licks it up slow, tongue dragging over every ridge of muscle, sucking the fizz off your skin like he’s starving.

"Fuck—look at you," he growls against your hipbone, biting hard enough to leave a mark. "Already so hard for me. Gonna ride you till you forget your own name."

He doesn’t wait for permission. Izana yanks your boxers down, your cock springing free, thick and flushed. He spits on it—messy, deliberate—then slicks you up with champagne, the bubbles popping against sensitive skin while he strokes you rough. You groan, hips bucking up, but he pins you down with a hand on your chest, smirking that sharp, yandere grin.

"Stay. Still."

He sinks down on you in one brutal slide—tight, scorching, velvet heat swallowing every inch until his ass is flush against your hips. The stretch makes him hiss, head tipping back, white hair spilling over his shoulders like a halo in the sunlight. "Shit… so fuckin' big. Fillin' me up like you were made for this hole."

Izana starts riding you like he owns the world—hips rolling in filthy, punishing circles, ass clenching around your cock on every downstroke. The wet slap of skin echoes louder than the city traffic outside. Champagne drips from the bottle still in his hand, splashing across your abs, your chest, even your face. He leans forward, tongue-fucking your mouth while he bounces harder, faster, taking every inch like it’s his right.

"Dirty fuckin' talk to me," he pants against your lips, voice wrecked but commanding. "Tell me how my ass feels. Tell me you’re my little bitch right now."

You growl, hands gripping his narrow waist hard enough to bruise, but he just laughs—low, mean—and slams down again, grinding his prostate against your cockhead on purpose. His own dick slaps wetly against your stomach with every bounce, smearing precum everywhere. The carpet burns against your back, but you don’t care; the friction, the heat, the way Izana’s hole flutters and squeezes like it’s trying to milk you dry—it’s too good. Sunshine catches on the sweat and champagne coating both of you, making your bodies glisten like you’re fucking under golden hour.

But you’re not letting him win this easy.

You flip the script mid-thrust—hands clamping on his hips, flipping him hard onto his back right there on the bedroom floor. The bottle clatters sideways, spilling the rest of the champagne in a fizzy puddle that soaks into the carpet and your joined bodies. Izana’s eyes flash with surprise and raw lust, a feral grin splitting his face.

"Oh? You wanna play rough now?" he taunts, legs locking around your waist like he’s daring you. "Then fuck me like you mean it."

You do.

You shove his thighs up and open, folding him nearly in half, and slam back inside in one brutal thrust. The new angle has Izana’s back arching clean off the floor, a broken moan ripping out of him as your cock spears straight into his prostate. You don’t give him time to adjust—just pound him, hips snapping hard and deep, the wet squelch of champagne and lube and precum echoing obscenely with every thrust.

"Fuck—yes—right there, you bastard," Izana snarls, nails raking down your back hard enough to draw blood. He’s still fighting for control even pinned under you, hips rolling up to meet every thrust, clenching deliberately around your cock like he’s trying to make you lose it first. "Harder. Ruin me. Make this hole yours."

You grab his wrists, pinning them above his head with one hand while the other wraps around his throat—light pressure, just enough to make his eyes roll back. The sunlight streams across his face, highlighting the flush on his light brown cheeks, the way his lips part on every gasp and curse. You lean down and bite his neck, sucking a dark hickey right under his ear while you drill into him faster, the slap of your balls against his ass loud and filthy.

Champagne soaks everything—the carpet, his hair, the crease of his thighs. You pull out just long enough to pour the last few drops from the bottle straight onto his hole, watching it bubble and drip around your cock as you slide back in. Izana keens, legs shaking, body glistening like he’s been dipped in liquid gold and sin.

You switch again—flipping him onto all fours, yanking his hips up so his chest is pressed to the wet carpet. You mount him from behind, one hand fisted in that white hair, the other slapping his ass hard enough to leave red handprints blooming across pale skin. "Take it," you growl, voice raw. "Take every fuckin" inch while the sun watches."

Izana pushes back against you, ass rippling with every savage thrust, moaning like a whore but still talking shit between broken gasps. "Yeah? You think you’re in charge now? Fuck—harder—make me cum on your cock like a slut."

You reach around and jerk him off in time with your thrusts—rough, slick strokes over his leaking cock while you pound his prostate mercilessly. The power struggle bleeds into pure animal need: he claws at the carpet, you yank his hair harder; he clenches around you like he wants to break you, you fuck him deeper until stars burst behind both your eyes.

The orgasm hits Izana first—violent, full-body, his hole spasming around your cock like a vice as thick ropes of cum splatter across the champagne-soaked carpet. He screams your name, voice cracking, body shaking so hard you have to hold him up. The sight, the sound, the way his ass milks you— it drags you over the edge right after. You bury yourself to the hilt and cum deep inside him, flooding his guts with hot, pulsing loads until it leaks out around your cock in messy white drips mixed with champagne bubbles.

You collapse together in a sticky, glittering heap on the bedroom floor—bodies tangled, sunlight painting you both in that perfect, hedonistic glow. Izana’s breathing hard against your neck, a lazy, sated smirk on his lips even as cum and champagne drip down his thighs.

"Round two in the shower?" he murmurs, voice hoarse but already hungry again. "I still want more champagne… and more of that rough sex on the bedroom floor."

You laugh, biting his shoulder. "Only if I get to pin you again, pretty boy."

The sunlight keeps pouring in, turning the mess into something almost beautiful. Champagne and sunshine—exactly what the song promised. And neither of you is done yet. Not by a long shot.