“Impressive.” Ran remarked as you blocked his baton strike with your own one. No, you weren't fighting, in fact, he was teaching you to use one.
“You know, I used to question your choice of weapon before, you look like some wizard at Hogwarts.” You held back a snicker before aiming for his leg, which he immediately avoids.
The rest of Tenjiku watched your little match over lunch at the hideout. Izana, in particular was a little too invested. Something about seeing you so serious and intense, while in a match with The Ran Haitani just awakened something carnal in him.
“Oh, I'm no wizard, darling.” He spoke, quickly aiming for the open space in front of you, leaving almost no time for you to react. Fortunately, you blocked his aim over your head, your back now faced at the white-haired guy from just a feet away.
The sight caused him to loosen up, legs uncrossing into a manspread and elbows resting over the back of the couch.
“Ooh, I forgot to tell you something about this technique...” Ran mentioned. “What?” You ask in curiosity, resisting the force of his push with all you've got.
“This.” He simply spoke before switching stances, now hitting your baton from below, causing it to fly across the room, leaving you open to attacks before he pushes you back.
This caused you to stumble back, landing straight onto Izana's lap. “GG.” Ran spoke, heading back to his own seat with Rindou. Both you and Izana tensed up upon realizing what had happened, while Kakucho immediately took his eyes off the scene.
Your ass sat perfectly over where his crotch and thigh crossed, while Izana remained still on the spot,
“I'm sorry.” You discreetly mumbled before attempting to get up, only to get pulled back onto his lap for you to sit on.
“They might see...” He spoke, only loud enough for you to hear as his lips touched your cartilage, and left hand still holding yours.
Your cheeks heat up upon realizing what he's referring to, before feeling the pad of his palms trace over your hips, shifting your body a little over his crotch for coverage.
“Oh, [ Y / N ],” He whimpered at the friction, breath hot against your nape as his hands continued to wander. Stifling a yelp, you clenched around nothing at the feeling of his brick hard dick slithering over your clothed sex.
“Get a room!” Rindou blurt, having had enough of the sight and earning a chuckle from Kisaki.
“You heard him, brat.” You gasp at his clothed thrust before getting up, dragging you along to leave the place.
𖧷Cw: Smut,cockwarming,praising + slight degradation,breeding,some cursing. 17+ only
𖧷Author's note: gamers boys are such a danger
"Shit shit shit! Guys guys! Everyone on that reaa1per guy he killed me!"
Izana slammed his hands on the desk where the desktop was,making his dick hitting your soft spot and earning a loud hiss before turning into moan from you.
"Mann,what was that?"
"Mute your mic when you are getting sucked Izana!"
"I...accidently broke my toes! It's hurting like hell- I'll be right back!"
He cut his mic and threw his headphones on the desk.
"You almost got me caught. Even sitting all naked and pretty on my dick is difficult for your whorish brain?"
"...It hitted a spot inside which made me...moan and I couldn't hold it 'Zana!"
"A...spot you said?"
He hold both of your hips,lifting you up before re-slamming his whole dick inside,retouching that soft spot of yours,eyes rolling back and a loud moan coming out.
"Hmm...that's so interesting! None is there,Shin is busy,Emma too,Mikey too and Granpa too...Hands on the desk."
You did what he told you,Izana stood up from his rolling gaming chair,as he was still holding your hips.
"Legs,spread them open. Do I really need to tell you what to do?"
"No..."
"Let's goo..,your cunt was so great at keeping my dick warm..sadly you had to make a noise even though I told you to not."
Izana deeply pounded inside to the point where his balls were slapping your ass cheeks as moans were uncontrollably coming out from your mouth. He let his left hand away from your hips to wrap them on your mouth,speeding up quickly.
Glancing at the screen of his PC which was showing "Spectacting",it seems that his friends were still chasing that reaa1per user.
"They are being so useless,even taking vengeance for me is hard- Damn-..That cunt is taking my dick soo welll"
Drool coming out of your mouth but this didn't stopped Izana from destroying your cunt and soon ready to fill it.
"Prepare yourself..you won't mind if i...just fill this preeetty~ cunt?"
You shake your head as a no,Izana didn't actually cared about your response because he was about to cum inside anyways. Soon clenching on his dick,you didn't expected him to take this as a opportunity to just release inside.
He removed his hand which has drool from your mouth and wiped it on your ass before slapping it,making you jolt.
"That's so filthy from you..but hey,you looked hot just don't do this on my hand ever again pretty..."
"...why aren't you pulling it ouut.."
"Oh,because I'm not done!"
Izana sat down on his gaming chair,still holding both of your hips and still having his dick inside. He took his headphones plus his game controller.
"You will be sitting and warming my cock again,my cum is inside,once I'm done playing I'll check if there's any remaining,if there is..you will see. M'okay?"
"Yes...i'll tr-..do it..."
"Don't get us caught again,I have zero excuses remaining."
He turned his mic back on,noticing that he was in the lobby with his friends.
"Guys I'm back,my toe hurted like hell- anyways, what happened with that user in the last session?"
tags: bully!reader, virgin!shinichiro and heavy degradation
shinichiro is a clueless, shy virgin cause he canonically does not have any bitches. he probably jacks off to porn an unhealthy amount cause he’s so deprived of female touch. he even moans out your name when he cums and has these little fantasies of you two dating in his mind.
☇ cw- gangbang, spit roasting, exhibitionism, possessive mikey, mom!reader, husband!mikey, backshots, filming, breeding kink, blowjobs, pregnancy fetish?, cucking if you squint, threats of violence
╰ synopsis: once bonten’s members got their eyes on you, they were desperate to have you for themselves. luckily, mikey sometimes knows how to share things — even his pretty wife.
+ takeomi coughs so fucking loudly AND snores like he’s about to chun up a lung, even after koko threatened to hide his lighters and “put them damn cigarettes down”
+ actually even after takeomi had his lighters taken by koko ,, kakucho came into the kitchen at 2am to find takeomi holding a cigarette in the microwave and hoping it would light
+ ran cooks. but he also thinks it’s absolutely hilarious to bake random objects into the food ??? the others only find this out when sanzu’s choking and kakucho finds a penny in his meal.
+ sanzu sticks gum on the soles of rindou’s dress shoes for fun
+ koko had to put locks on his bathroom door and get a whole key for it because the haitanis would literally just walk in with a business proposal whilst koko’s taking a shit
+ sometimes rindou will wake up in the middle of the night and remember some dumb shit sanzu pulled on him a couple days before. proceeds to steal one of takeomi’s lighters and walks into sanzu’s room with deodorant in one hand and the lighter in the other to flamethrow right next to his head as payback
+ mikey wanted a mullet like sanzu and rindou at one point . he decided to let kakucho cut his hair and it ultimately ended with mikey having the izana trim 2.0 because kakucho said it was impulsive. also koko came in and asked to shave a dollar sign into his hair and was banned from the room
+ every decision between the execs is settled by either odds on or rock paper scissors . mochi picks 4 in odds on and paper in rock paper scissors every time as “reverse psychology” but rindou’s the only one who falls for it
+ ran once made space brownies but forgot to tell koko the secret ingredient and he ate the entire batch . safe to say space brownies were banned after that
+ koko bought a nintendo wii for the hideout but it was promptly removed after rindou threw the wii remote through the tv after refusing to put the safety strap on because “it’s for fucking pussies” and let go of it during dance dance revolution
+ sanzu bought the bitmoji shower curtain one time but he hated it when it arrived and so instead hung it in kakucho’s bathroom because “it cost $15 and we cant possibly throw it away”
+ takeomi almost put rindou in hospital after he refused to let him be baby daisy in mario kart
+ mikey puts water in his cereal when they run out of milk because he cant be bothered to go to the store to buy more
+ they have a swear jar but koko’s so stingy he refuses to put any coins in
+ takeomi tried to quit smoking one time. mikey bought him candy sticks to “recreate the feeling of cigs” but ended up eating them all himself
+ sanzu puts salt or coke depending on how he feels instead of sugar in ran’s coffee
ft. kazutora, chifuyu, nahoya, souya, mitsuya, hakkai, draken, && mikey
cw. fem!reader, nonconsensual sharing of nudes, masturbation (m!), exhibitionism, voyeurism if u squint, and mild mentions of infidelity but not rly.
an. im 2 steps away from deactivating bc I am in a writing slump </3 pls give me a hint of praise im trying sobs anyways these are true drabbles for once!! go kc! see part one here
#KAZUTORA is flustered at first, replying with short sentences when he opens your message and scrambles to hide his screen. he wants nothing more than to shadow his embarrassment, but there's nowhere to hide when his cock is already hard, and the slightest shift of his weight makes the fabric rub and ache against his length. he has no choice but to slip away to the bathroom, pressing his head against the stall door in shame as his other hand desperately paws at his cock for any sort of relief.
"baby?" you'll ask, when he finally picks up the phone after two missed calls. "you ok?"
all you can hear on the other end of the line is heavy breaths peppered with tiny moans suppressed as best he can <3
#CHIFUYU can tell by the way kazutora fumbles with his phone before shamefully scurrying to the bathroom that something is up. he's seen it all before— the way you like to fluster and tease his best friend, the way you come into the shop with the buttons on your shirt nearly all the way open, or the way you flutter the shortest of skirts just for him to see. he knows the effect you have on kazutora, but chifuyu refuses to admit the effect you have on him, too.
the second kazutora escapes to the back, chifuyu's mind begins to race. he's thinking about what you might have sent, or said to kazutora to make his face turn red like that, and he can't help but feel the sweat begin to bead at his forehead as he tries his very best to suppress those thoughts. he can't be thinking about his best friends girlfriend like that, yet he can't help but wonder how pretty you look on his screen, and how good your hand would feel wrapped around his cock.
#NAHOYA'S heart begins to race as he opens your snaps, always looking forward to your morning shower when he knows you can't help but give him a little tease. his cock is already aching, craving more as he aims the camera down his torso, capturing only the slightest hint of his cock through his sweatpants.
'lower' he'll text back, sitting back in his spot as his hand traces his length while he waits.
when the second group of pictures come, he can't help but screenshot, biting his lip as he palms his cock while the other hand opens the toman group chat. nahoya he sets his phone down with a as the notifications begin to flood his screen, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the chair as he strokes his cock with nothing but the thought of you in his mind.
#SOUYA is the first to see his brothers messages in the group chat, and he barely knows what to do with himself. part of him knows its wrong, but the other part can't deny the sudden tightness of his pants when he scrolls through the screenshots of your naked, soap covered body in the chat. but as he reads through the replies, his hand seems to slip under the waistband of his pants, teasing the tip of his cock with his palm as he indulges himself in the thought of watching his brother fuck you till you cant move.
as his hand pumps his length, souya can't help but think about how pretty you'd look under him, or how jealous his brother would be seeing you whimper out his name. and despite the guilt that floods his chest, it doesn't compare to the heat that pools at his core the faster and faster he pumps, nearly whimpering your name into the atmosphere with every stroke.
#MITSUYA has always admired your body in any capacity, whether it's through risky snaps sent in your work bathroom, or short and sweet videos showing him just how much you need him. but each time his phone pinged, mitsuya's chest filled with anticipation at the thought of what you might be up to, and his reward is even better.
'fuck' he'll text back, immediately pulling the hem of his shirt down to hide the bulge in his pants. he doesn't wanna give him, but he can't help it when you know his every weakness, sending him picture after picture dressed in the lacy lingerie he made for you himself.
mitsuya tries to hold out, but his throbbing cock shrouds his mind with distractions as he struggles to even hold a pencil properly with the growing problem barely hidden by his shirt. eventually he'll give up, sending his assistant home before telling you he needs you at the shop for a fitting, now.
#HAKKAI just so happens to frequent mitsuya's shop more than he would like to admit. he can't help it— he wants to do whatever he can to help mitsuya, whenever he has the time. but this time hakkai knows he's overstepped his boundaries when he reaches for the door handle, only to be stopped by the muffled sound of your whimpers and moans that flood from the slim crack in the door.
his head begins to spin almost immediately, face turning red as he bites down on his lip. he's embarrassed, but hakkai wont admit that he's turned on all the same. part of him wants to turn in his spot and leave, allowing his best friend the privacy he deserves, and yet the more intrusive part of him wants nothing more than to press his ear to the door, listening the the way you beg and plead for your boyfriend as he paws at his cock with a sort of guilty desperation. he can't help but fight with himself, wanting nothing more than to slip past the doorway and watch you tremble and cum on mitsuya's tongue.
#DRAKEN'S lips curve into a smirk the second he sees your pretty body all laid out for him on the bed. the light of his phone illuminates his face in the dark, and mikey peers over his shoulder, wanting nothing more than to be included.
"would you stop?" he shrugs mikey away, turning his phone off and adjusting his clothes as he can feel the blood begin to rush to his core. his mind is already flooded with thoughts of watching you squirm beneath him all tied up and pretty, and draken isn't sure he can keep up his care free facade in front of mikey much longer.
"I've got some stuff I need to do at home— see ya later" he mumbles to mikey, holding his jacket in front of his cock that's already painfully hard and rather obvious at that. draken has never driven faster in his life, shifting his position with discomfort to make up for the problem you've created, that you're going to solve too.
#MIKEY'S face turns red at the tiny glimpse of your body on draken's phone before being shooed away. but a tiny glimpse is all he needs to feel the rush of adrenaline through his veins, taking over his body as thoughts of sneaking away with you crowd his mind.
mikey has never much been one for getting between you, but every now and then he can't help but think about what you might say if he snuck you away behind a corner one day, guiding your hands to his cock as he watches your lip quiver with anticipation. he can't help but think about what you might say with his cock in your hands, or how pretty you'd sound begging for him to fuck you better than draken. he can't help but wonder what you'd look like with his cock buried inside you, or what you'd sound like as he fucked his seed up into you thrust after thrust to claim what he wants.— you.
all that, from a tiny glimpse of your naughty pictures on his best friends phone.
ft. kisaki, hanma, rindou, ran, sanzu, kakucho, && izana
cw. fem!reader, nonconsensual sharing of nudes, masturbation (m!), exhibitionism, voyeurism, corruption, mild mentions of hypothetical cheating (reader on character), and they go in groups! so kisaki and hanma, ran rindou and sanzu, and kakucho and izana!
wc. @reiners-milkbiddies requested a part two so here we are hehe. see part one here
#KISAKI will never get used to seeing your pretty figure pop up on his screen. it's never expected— you always seem to catch him at the worst of times when he's up to his neck in stress, elbows propped on his thighs as he scrolls through his phone. that's when your name pops up in his notifications, followed by a pretty little picture of your body dressed in the lingerie he bought you just the other day, with a caption begging for him to come home. he can feel the heat of his cheeks take over his body as he shifts his posture to hide the fact that he's already hard, and anticipation swells in his chest as he thinks about all the things you might be doing to yourself, upon deciding to send him that picture.
he can barely maintain his composure enough to notice hanma peering over his shoulder, with a stupid grin plastered across his face.
#HANMA can't help but butt in, snatching kisaki's phone from his hand and admiring the picture pinned to the screen as he screenshots. he turns to the side, watching as kisaki struggles to take his phone back while trying to hide the obvious bulge in his pants, but hanma can't deny the effect the picture has on him, too.
"here" he teases, tossing the phone back to his friend after sending the photo to himself. hanma acts as if it's no big deal, reassuring his friend that he wont do anything with it. but the second he gets home, his mind is glued to the thought of you wrapped around his length, taking his cock and begging for more while kisaki is forced to put up with his antics yet again.
#RINDOU hates when you're impatient— especially when he happens to be at work, and not at home to deal with it. but you can't help it when he ignores you all day, replying to your texts with generic replies if at all. but when you send him a picture showing him just how needy you are? that's when you get the response you've been craving. rindou will groan to himself, screenshotting the snap for safe keeping before setting his phone down and running his hands through his hair. he can't deny the way you always seem to fluster him when he least expects it, and suddenly the thought of ditching the rest of his day to tend to your needs doesn't sound too bad.
little does he know that ran has been watching from behind him, admiring the look of desperation on your face enough for him to slip rindous phone from the table, just long enough to send himself the photos before carefully placing it back where he found it.
#RAN can't help but open his conversation with sanzu, immediately sending the picture you had sent solely for rindou's eyes for his entertainment. and even as rindou leaves, making his intentions painfully obvious, ran can't help but let his mind wander as he gazes at your picture, muting sanzu's replies as he slips away to the bathrooms behind the bar.
his breaths are heavy and hot, letting out a groan as he strokes his cock to the thought of you. it wouldn't be the first time either, letting his imagination take control as he thinks about how sweet you must taste, and how lucky (let alone selfish) his brother is to have scored someone as pretty as you.
#SANZU doesn't waste his time firing back at ran when your pictures pop up on his phone. he plays it cool, sending text after text about what a slut you are, and how many guys you must be fucking behind rindou's back. yet sanzu can't help but wish he were one of them, getting to slip away out of sight while rindou thinks you've just gone to the bathroom. he thinks about fucking you against the wall, watching his cock disappear inside your messy cunt while he fists his cock with a sort of desperation that always seems to emerge whenever thoughts of you arise.
he can't help it— he wants you to be a slut for him, to show him he's better than the rest as you beg for him to stop because your cunt just can't take it any longer.
he wants to be the one to make you cum when you're needy. not ran, and certainly not rindou.
#KAKUCHO has never gone a day where he hasn't thought about how thankful he is for you, and that feeling is only amplified when he sees your name in his notifications, one he doesn't hesitate to open. but instead of your usual sweet little messages, up pops a video of your hands slipped between your skirt as you trace circles around your clit and wince with anticipation.
his heart begins to race as his body fills with adrenaline. he's already palming at his cock, imagining how pretty you must sound as he sends a message asking you to keep the volume on next time. he can't help but lean his head back against the wall as the heat pools in his core, taking over his body as he strokes his length and groans.
#IZANA is shocked when the sound of desperate whimpers and moans flood the room, nearly making his speaker vibrate against the wall as his face turns a deep shade of red. he can nearly feel his chest thumping as he resists the urge to allow himself to respond. at first he thinks kakucho had been caught watching porn, accidentally connected to the speaker from earlier. it isn't until he can hear the tiny whimpers of kaku's name between breathy moans that he realizes exactly what his friend was watching, and suddenly the urge is to hold himself back is too strong for his power.
izana wishes kakucho had kept playing the video as your voice echoes in his head, leaving him no choice but to take care of the problem you created, himself.
college au, professor!toji, student!choso, stepdad!nanami x f!reader
warnings - pervy jjk men, stepcest (nanami, tagged as tw.stepcest), panty stealing (nanami), masturbation (all), daddy kink (nanami, tagged as tw.daddy kink), dubcon groping/touching (toji, tagged as tw.dubcon), stalking (choso, tagged as tw.stalking)
word count - 1k
from jupiter - rb if you liked this! inbox is open if you’d like to see more! (& please ignore any errors, i was too lazy to proofread :p)
THIS POST CONTAINS DARK CONTENT. PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS. MINORS DNI.
THE UNASHAMED PERV — TOJI
this isn’t a crush, he knows that. professor’s don’t get crushes on their students. this is nothing but lust, carnal desire, a need to have his cock buried deep inside you. a need he’s had since the moment he laid eyes on you during one of his lectures.
he had to get you to himself, simply staring at your tits and jerking off to the thought of you after work wasn’t enough. he made his class a little harder for you, dropped your grades just a bit because he knows you’re a hard working girl, knows you won’t hesitate to spend some time with him during his office hours— just what he wants.
when he has you in his office he doesn’t hesitate to offer you a seat on the small sofa. he slides in beside you, sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up deliciously, sharp green eyes flickering from your tits to your laptop and back again. you can’t focus with the smell of his cologne filling your senses— he knows it.
he grins when you stumble over your words as he trails a warm, calloused palm up your thigh, thanking his higher powers that you wore a skirt today. his cock swells in his trousers at the feeling of your soft skin. he knows you see it, he grins at the way your eyes widen and your breath hitches in your throat.
“has anyone ever told you how stunning you are?” he muses, fingertips digging into the plush of your thighs. “because you are. absolutely fucking gorgeous. you make it hard for me to control myself.”
your thighs spread instinctively, chest rising and falling steadily as his hand squeezes and gropes your thigh.
it’s wrong, he knows it, but he can’t help the satisfaction he feels knowing he’s got you exactly where he wants you.
THE “TRIES TO KEEP IT A SECRET AND FAILS HORRIBLY” PERV — CHOSO
it started as a little crush, you were just a cute girl in his study group, just caught his attention with your seemingly carefully planned outfits, the ones that hug your curves and show off your tits just enough to get him all riled up.
he thought he was smooth with it, all his lingering glances and touches while the two of you study together. he thought you’d never notice the obvious bulge in his pants every time your knee brushed against his. you’d never know the hours he’s spent stroking himself tirelessly, wishing you were perched in front of him, mouth hung open, begging for him to paint your pretty face.
only seeing you during study groups isn’t enough, he needs more, needs to get closer, as close as possible.
he knows he’s wrong for lingering after he walks you home, he knows you’d never forgive him if you knew he was watching through your open blinds. but what he doesn’t know is your blinds are opened on purpose— you want him to see you. you grew tired of his incessant staring and the visibly uncomfortable bulge in his pants every time he’s with you. might as well give him a show, right?
and you do, slowly stripping in front of the window, ridding yourself of your shirt and bra, letting your tits bounce just a bit before you slide your pants down your legs, walking over to your closet for a new shirt.
his breath nearly stops when you walk to the window, shooting a small smile out into the night as you close the blinds, leaving him gawking, mouth hung open, cock leaking through his boxers, struck with a sudden fantasy of crashing through your door, pinning you down and teaching you that it’s dangerous to expose yourself out in the open like that. anyone could be watching.
his cock aches, hands fumbling to pull his phone out of his pocket when it vibrates, the screen lighting up with a text from you.
y/n
get home safe, choso. i’ll see you tomorrow ;)
THE “TRIES TO KEEP IT A SECRET AND IS SUCCESSFUL” PERV — NANAMI
watchful eyes always taking you in at any chance he’s given, drinking in every curve and ridge as you prance around the house. you’d never know unless he wanted you to. never know about every stolen glance, every lingering stare, every time he’s jerked his aching cock to the thought of you, his vixen of a stepdaughter.
his favorite time of the month is laundry day, when you come home from college, your hamper full, a bright smile on your face as you greet your mother and him. he takes a chance then, snagging a pair of panties before you have the chance to throw them in the washing machine. you’d never know, you won’t even miss them. he saves them for later that night, when he’s hunched over the bathroom counter, stroking himself quickly as he thinks back to the conversation he’d overheard between you and your mother just hours before.
“college guys suck, mom.”
“it’s like they don’t even care.”
“i don’t know, something’s missing. it’s like none of them have matured yet.”
matured. you want maturity? he’s thinking of all the ways he can give it to you. show you what a real man is, how a real man fucks. of course those boys couldn’t satisfy you, you need your daddy to show you how men behave, to show you how a woman is supposed to be treated. he throbs at the thought, imagining you crying out for him as he spreads you apart and devours you, licking and sucking up everything you give him. he reaches his peak when his mind travels to the look that’d be on your face when he splits you open on his cock, your voice crying out “daddy, please, daddy please!” as you stumble over the edge again and again and again— all thanks to him.
he spills all over the thin fabric in his hand, rubbing his mess into your panties, dreaming of the day he can finally have his precious girl all to himself.
⠀❝ SELF PLEASURE ❞⠀getting off to your nudes⠀18+ NSFW MDNI
NOISE SUPPRESSION. he's as loud as he is alone the same he is with you, but still he hoists his blanket over his body because he's afraid someone's gonna hear him get hard and start to stroke himself to the thought of you alone. your nudes displayed on his low brightness, do-not-disturb set phone while he's trying to replay in his head what happened the last time you got together. his hand is clasped over his mouth or his pillow's bitten down on, soaking up drool and moans of your name.
PORNSTAR TREATMENT. he talks big about how he doesn't need nudes to jerk off because you're always asking to fuck but when you start to get busy, he starts to miss you. it was just a stroke of luck that at certain angles the pornstar in the video looked like you. he couldn't see it any different and soon you clouded his mind like fog. all the sounds, all the moaning just made him think of you as the knot in his stomach tightened until it burst. by the end of it he's wiping his hand and stomach off, already texting you asking when you're free this week.
⠀⠀⠀— NAHOYA, HANMA, RAN, RINDOU, WAKASA, TAKEOMI, MIKEY, IZANA, KOKO
A PERVERT'S THIRST QUENCHED. you sent him nudes and he's cumming on the phone screen, not that he wasn't already with the pictures he'd take of you in secret. he's down bad. down horrendous without a care in the world who hears him while your name spills from his lips. he's so sure you'd cut him out of your life if you knew but you don't, because its his dirty little secret. he's stares at his hand with a heaving chest, a messy mix of pre and spit covering his palm and cock while the tip continues to leak.
⠀⠀⠀— SANZU, SHION, KAZUTORA, TAKEMICHI
HE SAID HE DIDN'T NEED THEM. you sent them anyway. it started out as a thought that he figured would go away if he just slept, palming his bulge until he got tired just turned into full stroking. he was already tired but his phone's now gripped in his hand, swiping left and right at pictures you sent as his lids grow heavy at the thought of you looking just like that under him. his breathing gets rougher and his muscles are tensing up, trying to hold onto that built up pleasure until it gets to that euphoric peak. he can't stop and with quiet grunt he's getting close, the grip he has on his phone tightens so much that he accidentally shuts it off, like its telling him 'i thought you said you didn't need them??'
⠀⠀⠀— DRAKEN, KAKUCHO, NAOTO, MITSUYA, BENKEI, BAJI, TAIJU, SOUTH
TAGLIST: @512ba ty for helping me out w this aimee ily ♡ ++ @kazuwhora @mqtsuno @harusick @gem1nis @roppongiperfume @mrskisaki @amaejiki @mtsuyas @zitabob
Notes: Sorry, I haven't updated in a while. I haven't been feeling well lately. However, I'm working on two new Gojo stories. One will be a yandere au and one will be a soulmate au. Also, requests are back open again.
Gojo Satoru
Satoru has your position on lock. He placed a very inconspicuous tracking app on your phone, so he’ll always know whether you’re near or far. You think nothing of the way he always seems to pop up at the very same locations you are. The store, the bar, school, outside your place. Gojo constantly seems to be a presence in your life that it's more strange if you don’t see him around. He’s your savior when something obviously goes wrong in your life, like when you were almost hit by that falling tree branch or struck by that car. Naturally, you’ll agree to go on a date with him. He is your uncanny hero after all, even if he only manages to save you from accidents he causes.
Megumi Fushiguro
Megumi's barely keeping it together enough to not give himself away. Megumi loves the way you smell, loves how sweet the smell of lotion is rolling off your skin or how the lovely smell of perfume/cologne you spray on the center of chest fills the room drives him crazy on the inside to where all he can think about is burying his head in the spot you sprayed it. He’ll always find an excuse to stand close to you just to get a whiff. You think it’s a bit strange, but you keep telling yourself that Megumi is simply awkward or shy. So, you don’t question too much about how you find some of your clothes in his room. Oh, they must have gotten mixed up in the wash. Megumi scolds himself for not being more careful. He’ll lay off your clothes for a while but that doesn’t stop him from collecting the hair in your brushes to capture the last lingering scent of your shampoo.
Yuji Itadori
Itadori is more obviously obsessed with you, always chasing after you and wanting your opinion on things. He’ll do anything you say without you even having to ask. He has so many pictures of you going about your daily life. Yuji doesn’t sneak around taking your pictures by any means, but he’ll cut your image out from group pictures you take with the others or crop you in his phone so he can stare at you after hours. When that doesn’t suffice, he’ll find his way into your room, to watch you hug your pillow in your sleep, to see your pretty chest rise with your breathing, and to gently touch your cheek with the tips of his fingers. He isn’t the least bit ashamed about it. After all, this is all because he loves you, and there shouldn’t be any problem if he’s doing all this out of love, right?
Nanami Kento
Like Gojo, Nanami is always around when you need him. He always showers you with gifts that you so happen to have been talking about the day before. Do you need to go by the store for medicine? Be sure he has some already available that you can have. You’re out of gas? It’s okay. He’ll give you a ride home, always helping you along with a hand at your lower back. Nanami strives to know every little detail about you. He wants to know your favorite food, your favorite color, the style of dress and fabrics of clothes you wear, and your measurements. If you’re a woman, he’ll even figure out your monthly schedule, and naturally can help you if you have a cramp or need sanitary products. You’re not sure if he’s just very observant or what, but honestly it disturbs you.
Toji Fushiguro
A classic yandere who likes the chase. He likes to make sure you know he has his eye on you and that you’re going to be his whether you want it or not. He loves to come into your life and bring you up high and leave you on edge right until you’re about to give in. Then, he disappears and leaves you spinning before he does it all over again. But don’t you dare think you can break it off and escape him or pick up another guy in between, he’s willing to kill anyone who gets in the way of him and his favorite plaything, that includes family. He likes to brand you, leave marks on your skin so that you know that you’ll always belong to him. You look the prettiest right after succumbing to him.
Naoya Zenin
He absolutely loves to drive you mad. You wonder why the Zen’in can’t simply leave you alone, but it’s because you live rent-free in his mind 24/7. He can’t stand it, but he also can’t stop thinking about you either, so obviously he’ll have to punish you for plaguing his superior mind. He’s always invading your personal space, spouting out insults to rile you up. He’s active in cornering you in hallways just to see you squirm. He always has to have a hand on you somewhere as is his right (at least to him). He’s always talking about you, picking up his voice when you’re in earshot. He simply loves having your eyes on him even if they’re narrowed in anger. Oh, but when you’re not around, he’s always bragging about you and your body to others. About how you’re his ultimate conquest at the end of the day, and he knows you won’t be able to pretend to resist forever even though you’re very much not pretending.
Choso
You’re so kind to him without thought, he could practically cry over how accepting you are. That’s where his obsession begins. He can’t seem to get enough of your humanity. From the way you tie your shoes to what you eat. Choso tends to watch you from a distance, and he writes every detail of what you do down. “I saw y/n down in the courtyard yesterday, their form is impeccable.” He’ll even ask to finish your food after you or if he can have sips of your drinks. He’s so happy to get sustenance from something you had your lips on. You find the behavior a little strange, but you simply let him because you heard about how he hasn’t grown up with a human upbringing. You think it must be a curse-spirit thing while he thinks you literally walk on water and will protect you from anyone who comes to close to you, even your friends.
content warnings: fem!reader, suggestive content, reader is testing the waters and attempting to cross the line, a lot of flirting, slight jealousy, dirty talk, making out, sexual innuendos, smoking, panty stealing, partying, blood mention, alcohol and drugs mention
18+ content &! minors and ageless blogs dni &!
taglist: @novaresque @ztoji @nkogneatho
notes: ehehehehe this was supposed to be a fic for mikey and shinchiro but escalated into something more because best friend's older brother's are hot (but you should skip this phase irl, it brings nothing but trouble, please don't!) edit: this has been sitting in my drafts for a week, i'm glad it saw the light of day :p also this is canon divergence obviously!
&! mikey + shinchiro
whenever he visits his older brother's shop, somehow you always want to come with him and at first he thought it was normal wanting to hang out with friends but then mikey realized it wasn't his company that got you interested.
"so," twirling your hair you lean on the motorcycles shinchiro is working on, "what motorcycle is this that you're working on, shinchiro-san?"
your eyes gleaming brightly as you move an inch closer to his space. from the opposite side, your best friend, mikey, stares at your actions in disbelief.
he never really thought about why you kept following him whenever he goes to his brother's shop, yet now it all seems clear.
your body language, your intonation, hell even your clothes suddenly felt all like a premeditated plan.
mikey felt like a fool. watching you two converse, while you bat your eyelashes over his dense brother.
his eyes widened as he heard you say, "...maybe you can teach me how to ride?"
choking on his drink, mikey looked away in an attempt to calm down from the wild thoughts clouding his mind.
"you mean a motorcycle right?" mikey could only sigh in relief as he heard his brother, still dense as ever behind all your motives.
shaking his head he grabs your hand, not bother to ask permission from his brother, or you, as he drives you back to your place.
&! sanzu + takeomi
it's not that sanzu was hiding he has an older brother, it's just that it never came up in conversations. you always had your eyes on takeomi, but when you heard he was sanzu's older brother, the stakes became higher.
who would've thought.
you in a bar, on top of takeomi as you grind on top of his, tongue tied together, and hands all over each other.
it was supposed to be a simple night out with sanzu, you and him partying, getting drunk, getting high, making out with random people.
you could've walked in with him, went out with him drunk and high with a random stranger tagging along the both of you for some fun night in a random hotel, yet here you are.
all wrapped up in one of tokyo's hottest bachelors, wet and horny, making out with eachother in his table for everyone to see.
you went in with sanzu two hours ago, lost him, and boy, thank god sanzu is not–
"Y/N! you're here! i was looking for you everywhere, who is this man, takeomi? what are you doing here?"
you were pulled to the side by sanzu, stumbling beside him as you look back and forth in confusion.
"sanzu! you're here, is this your girl hmm? don't like to share with me?" takeomi taunts his brother before inhaling from his cigarette.
"shut up takeomi, you don't know anything. c'mon Y/N, we're leaving." sanzu grabs you and walks his way to the door.
in your peripheral vision you catch takeomi wink at you before lifting up your panties hooked around his fingers with his other hand gesturing, "call me"
your hands moved down to your skirt, noticing the missing underwear, bow in takeomi's hands.
how scandalous.
&! rindo + ran
despite being close to both of them, you've inclined yourself closer to rindou, you were closer in age and it was an easy way to hide the blossoming feelings growing inside you for his brother.
&! hakkai + taiju
visiting the haitani household isn't something new for you. after classes you would always visit their house, take a few snacks from their fridge.
it was all normal, as normal as it seems.
you, playing mario kart with ran and rindo, smushed in between them, teaming up with the younger haitani to beat the older.
it was all normal, until you begin to slowly make moves with ran.
"are we going to hang out with rindo as well?" you tilt your head to the side as you stand in front of their house.
"rindo isn't coming, he's sick, it's just you and me, are you okay with that?" ran smirks in your direction.
"i am okay with that, it's nice we can hang out together. we should do this more some time." you nudge him as you walk in front of him.
"are you saying we stop hanging out with my brother?" ran stops you, pinning you to the wall.
"it's– it's not that! i'm just saying... it's nice to hang out with you alone. we can maybe do fun things together, something special, just the two of us." you smile at him as he pushes himself off the wall.
"sure, let's do that Y/N. we can make special memories together."
you never knew alot about taiju, simply that he's hakkai's older brother. yes you met him once or twice but you never really interacted with him until he came to help you with your problem.
"why are you so wet?" taiju whispers at you.
"because you kept pressing it on me. i told you to wait for a moment." you whined, closing you eyes shut at the sight of blood.
"it's hard okay? i can't help but get it all over you." rolling his eyes taiju pushes it inside you.
"what are you doing? it hurts, pull out taiju!" you shriek, surprising hakkai from outside the kitchen.
a thousand different thoughts ran in his head as he rushed to the kitchen only to see taiju dabbing cotton in your hands.
"what are you doing?" his breaths heavy as he glanced back to you and taiju.
"hakkai, taiju here is just helping me, i cut myself when i was making the snacks." you smile at him, before wincing at taiju's rough movements.
"i'll do it myself." pushing taiju away from you, hakkai moved to treat the wound in your hands.
"thank you taiju, i didn't know you have such shaky hands. you did well though." smiling at him before you hand hakkai the materials.
"let me just wrap it, it'll heal in the next day so just make sure to clean it properly." hakkai let down your hand, letting you continue your snacks, glaring at his older brother.
"thank you hakkai, i'll call you when the snacks are ready." you watch hakkai leave the room, making sure he walked far away from the kitchen.
turning around you glare at taiju, kicking him from behind. "i told you to stop it, if you didn't pull out it would've been too late."
rolling your eyes you ignore him, knowing the whole reason how you got your fingers cut in the first place.
he already gets shy pretty easily. it just really doesn't take much to fluster this man
so when his s/o keeps on making extra comments about how delicious he looks, he has to fight back a blush.
bonten always make fun of him for it
"love, you're making a scene." kakucho said in a hushed voice, trying his best to sound nice and not like he was rejecting you. the tip of both of his ears were heating up as he placed his hands on your shoulders, noticing how the bonten trio—ran, rin and sanzu were giving him that look.
you, on the other hand, were a mess. your boyfriend had no right looking this good all the time and you were always surprised at how fit he was. everytime he flaunted his abs in his pretty bonten attire, you felt like a part of you was dying—in a good way of course.
"how can't I when you look so ready for me to devour—" kakucho immediately covered your mouth, eyes widening at your words. you laughed a little, the bonten trio's exaggerated gasps and yells for kakucho to get it making you enjoy this a bit too much.
"yeah kaku, devouring you sounds like such a nice thing to do—"
"fuck off, ran." kakucho couldn't even stare at them, placing his forehead against yours as he sighed deeply. this was way too stressful.
"I promise I will let you... have fun with me, just for now, keep quiet alright?" uncovering your mouth, hitto leaned down to press a quick peck to your lips and another one to your nose.
"yes, daddy." you little shit.
"daddy?!"
"I said shut up!"
—rindou haitani
you stress him out so much he hates it
he already has ran to embarrass him 24/7 but somehow, the universe decided that it would be a good idea to send him a s/o who will absolutely obliterate his reputation as a bonten member in front of everyone
but hey, at least he knows that you really love him a lot amirite
rindou groaned when he watched you walk in with a glint in your eyes. your excitement was never good news.
"can I help you?" your boyfriend teased from his spot on the couch, watching how you had your hands behind your back. you were totally keeping something there, but what was it?
"you can, actually," you started, legs slowly dragging you towards rindou who looked very skeptical of the whole situation.
"by putting this on!" slamming down a maid costume on his lap, rindou stared at the item in disbelief before throwing it to the side.
"absolutely not."
"but rin!"
"no."
"rindou, you have such a nice ass it always makes my mouth water," you whined to your boyfriend, dramatically dropping to your knees in front of him before placing your chin on his lap, batting your eyelashes at him. he tensed up.
"and your pretty thighs would look so good with the skirt and everything—" you placed a small kiss to the inside of his thigh while he fought back a groan and a blush.
"you'd look so cute, like my own little doll. wouldn't you want that, rinrin?" there you go, using that same sultry tone on him whenever he wanted to act like you being so whipped for him didn't affect him.
"you know I can easily crush your head by closing my legs, right?" rindou tried to threaten you, the apples of his cheek tinted with a soft shade of pink that darkened when you flashed him that grin.
you placed your chin higher on his thigh, way too close to his crotch that you could feel his abs tense.
"not the first time you crush me with your thighs, rin."
"you're fucking crazy," rindou sighed when your lips pressed against his bulge, head thrown back.
"about you only, baby."
—mitsuya takashi
another kind of shy one
idk how to explain it but he strikes me as the type who would definitely appreciate how much his s/o is obsessed with him
he would say thank you and ily but sometimes you just genuinely catch him off guard
especially if you mention stuff that even he doesnt notice about himself
"never knew someone could have such a pretty waist," you snaked your arms around your boyfriend's bare waist, your sleepy form along with how sudden you appeared scaring mitsuya a little.
he was making breakfast in the kitchen, he knew how much you appreciated the little things he did but he couldn't help but feel a bit flustered with your affection.
mitsuya's always seen himself as the one who gives in a relationship, he knew that he was capable of loving hard—so having you as his partner, loving on him and being straight up intoxicated on his love was very weird. but never in a bad way.
"good morning," takashi replied with a chuckle, stirring the orange juice he freshly made. he felt your hands sneak up, caressing his bare chest before jolting when your hand slowly sneaked its way inside his pants.
"baby," he warned you, his hips bucking with a hiss when your warm hand grabbed his cock.
"hmm?" you hummed, pressing your lips against his shoulder with a smile. "you smell so good too," your teeth gently grazed his skin, amused at how sensitive he was.
"I'll drop your plate if you don't—" a small whine left his lips when your thumb pressed at his tip, a grin plastered on your lips at his reaction.
"you're so pretty takashi, so so pretty," the small blush forming on your boyfriend's cheeks made you coo, your arm wrapping tightly around his waist to keep him up.
"stop saying that" he sounded breathless, it was a bit cute how he was still trying to maintain his image as the one in charge when he was falling apart like this.
"but I'm saying the truth, taka. you're my pretty baby," your nose brushed against his nape, pressing a gentle kiss to his skin.
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