who would’ve though that the big and powerful kurokawa izana likes to slobber and suck on his girlfriend’s tits? ME.
okay so. izana definitely loves tits, he’s known this. ever since he saw your tits bouncing around as you walk, he’s wanted to bury his face in between them and shake his head side to side. what’s not to love about them? they’re warm, squishy, and make amazing pillows! yours especially make great pillows.
dude is obsessed. he loved how they looked in your bras but he LOVED how they looked free from their restraints. he may or may not have once taken it upon himself to throw all of your bras in the washer. a little devious but at least he got to see your braless tits all night long. plus, it’s hard to suck on your tits when you lay down together if there’s a stupid contraption on them.
as much as he loves looking at them, he loves sucking them far more. if he’s especially stressed out that day, he’ll drag you into the bedroom for some comfort. you, thinking he wants to have sex, start trying to strip him down only to be stopped by his hands. next thing you know, he’s pulling your shirt over your chest and immediately sucking and licking your nipples. the best thing you can do is stroke his hair and get comfortable.
don’t even get him started on the sleeping situation. you should honestly just sell the pillows on his side of the bed because he never. fucking. uses them. he only uses your tits as pillows — it upsets you because you always wake up with a sore and wet chest. you’ve tried rolling over the second you get into bed, but he just whines and complains all night about his “flat and uncomfortable pillow”.
you just learned to let him indulge. if letting him sleep and suck on your tits keeps him happy, then so be it. you just hope you can have your bras in time for work.
he’s ruthless. he’s uncaring. and he’s definitely enjoying seeing you struggle to take his cock. face in the pillow and low on oxygen — exactly how he likes you. he’ll leave bruises on your hips and bite marks on your shoulder. don’t like them? why not? they’re to show everyone you’re his little slut! not one damn is given when he spanks you harder on the ass. oh, his baby is crying? good. keep going. it turns him on even more. even makes his cock harder.
— RAN, TAKEOMI
SOFT AND SWEET!
fucking? that word isn’t even in his vocabulary. he only knows how to make love to you. gentle and comforting are the only ways he knows how to please you. soft thrusts are accompanied by soothing words as he holds your face. every time you have sex, he looks down at you like you’re the only thing in the world. sex with him is romantic and wholesome. 10/10.
— SOUYA, MITSUYA, IZANA
BOTH!
this man is a total wild card. it all depends on his mood. if he had a great day he would come home and gently fuck you like he missed you. he’d even praise you and only focus on your pleasure. but on other days? oh boy. you’d be in for it. if something pissed him off at work or anything outside of it, he was fucking your brains out. im talking bent over the nearest piece of furniture and guts rearranged type of fucking. he never stopped until his balls were drained and all of his anger was dissipated. you’re asking him to cum? that’s nice, dear. now face forward and shut up. sex toys don’t talk.
he takes pride in your love for his clothing — more specifically his hoodies. watching you try on every single sweater and hearing your laughter at how big it is on you brings him more amusement than anything else. he lets you lounge around all day in them and even sleep in them. he already knows he’s never gonna see that hoodie again but he really doesn’t care. in fact, he thinks it looks way better on you than it ever did on him.
◟- HANMA, DRAKEN, RAN, BENKEI, IZANA
was that his hoodie? seriously? you couldn’t find anything in your giant closet to wear so you raid his? unbelievable. he knows you have clean sweaters to wear so he doesn’t understand why you just had to wear his stuff. asks you why you’re stealing from his closet but doesn’t make any moves to take the hoodie back. the way the material engulfs your entire figure is extremely cute to him. maybe he’ll let you wear it for just a little bit. okay maybe a little longer.
◟- TAIJU, MUCHO, KAKUCHO
oh. my. god. where was his phone? this was going straight into the “cute shit” album. absolutely melts at the sight of you cozied up in his giant hoodie. not the slightest bit of irritation or anger appears on his face — shit, i mean he knows the hoodies are comfortable so he gets why you wanted to wear one. tells you that you’re free to take any of his hoodies everyday every month of every year. secretly goes online to wear he purchased that same hoodie so you both could match in public.
of all the times you wanted his attention, why did it have to be now? why couldn’t you have waited until you were in the comfort of your own home? of course, you always got what you wanted when you wanted it. even the most ridiculous requests were met by rindou — he can’t help it, he loved spoiling you. unfortunately for him, his shithead brother was sitting right across from him on the sofa. ran watched as you pressed your tits against his arm, begging for the attention you always craved.
“aw, poor thing. looks like you’re neglecting her, rin”, said ran, that god awful smirk he’s known for sitting on his stupid face. he always had a thing for teasing rindou about everything, especially when it came to you. of course you had to make it worse throwing yourself on him whenever you got the chance. pushing you away by the shoulder, he shot you a look that had your incoming protest shut down immediately.
“she’ll get what she needs when i wanna give it to her.”
[ ꕤ ] - 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈
first of all: fuck hanma shuji. fuck. him. constantly teasing kisaki on a day to day basis gets tiring but holy shit was it worse now. a simple call from you was all it was supposed to be but you missed him so much. as a toman executive, most of his time was spent making sure the whole organization didn’t blow up in his face — much worse mikey’s face. naturally, you’d start to miss him and want to have him with you more than he’s able to.
since he’s been extremely busy lately, you’ve been calling kisaki daily to talk and catch up with him. your whines and pleas for him to come home early go unfulfilled to your dismay but fortunately he’d be done soon. that didn’t stop you from calling him right in front of hanma, though. your previously innocent conversation soon turned lustful despite kisaki having you on speaker while he discussed an upcoming meeting with him.
immediately, he was fumbling for his phone to turn it off of speaker — it was too late, though. your desperate whines through the phone made hanma’s stoic face morph into it’s signature grin. “aw, looks like she misses you ‘saki!”, he cackled, throwing his head back in laughter. kisaki’s face was photo worthy — his face was completely consumed by the fierce blush covering his skin.
“s-shut the fuck up, asshole!”
[ ꕤ ] - 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐘𝐀
movie night — souya’s favorite night of the week. a night where he was able to relax and not think about the upcoming endeavors at the noodle shop the next day. he could unwind, snack, and curl up on the couch with you for some quality time. it was about 7:30 PM and nahoya had yet to get home to watch the movie with you both. of course, both souya and you always waited up for him no matter what time he slinked through the door. tonight, though, you were a lot more antsy to do more than snuggle up on the couch with him.
“souya, come on! he’s not even here yet! i’ve missed you all day”, you poured as you ground your hips down on his growing bulge. he let out soft groans as he slowly started to give in to your desperate touches. only a few minutes of lustful bliss until it was all ruined by a peach-haired man walking into the living room and yelling his brother’s name. “oh wow, didn’t know ya guys did this while i was gone! didn’t think you had it in you, souya!”, grinning at his now embarrassed brother. unfortunately for your back, souya’s first reaction was to throw you off of him — the humiliation of his brother seeing him dry hump you clouding his mind.
“fuck, baby i’m sorry!”
[ ꕤ ] - 𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐀
a quiet day for izana was a rare day for izana. meeting numbers surpassed the hours of sleep he had gotten that previous night, problems to deal with becoming twice that number. the haitanis were a problem all on their own that izana definitely didn’t want to deal with. his men had just shuffled out of the room moments prior to you peeking your head through the door to see if he was done.
a warm smile graced his face as you ran to jump into his open lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling your face into his neck. a deep sigh escaped his chest as the stress from today’s events melted away from his body. your plush breasts pressed against his chest and he felt the spark of heat he always felt when you sat in his lap. stroking your hair, he slowly pushed his hips into yours until you started grinding back onto him.
you let out soft, sweet moans into his neck — the tent in his pants grew with each noise you made for him. once his lips covered yours in a deep kiss, the door to the meeting room was flung open by an oblivious kakucho. a few seconds went by as you three stared each other down before kakucho’s face turned a deep scarlet. no words were exchanged before he was running out of the room and slamming the door behind him. you and izana looked at each other before bursting out laughing at his face.
