bagged a baddie
꒰ ೀ ꒱ ft. kazutora, mitsuya, baji, hakki x alternative f!reader (all sep)
includes the piercings/tattoos i think each guy would like or seek out in an alt girlie ᥫ᭡ (purely opinion based, feel free to ignore)
࣪𖤐 cw; mdni smut—size kink, exhibitionism, daddy kink, orgasm control, each one took on a mind of it's own—oops (i tried not to be biased n failed) ᝰ.ᐟ
hakkai shiba
what his 'type' is: hakkai would probably prefer a softer alt look. an eyebrow piercing, maybe someone with lots of different ear piercings. he likes to help pick out jewelry to create a pretty design in your ears. small tattoos, hidden under your clothes. just for his eyes only.
let's be real here for a quick second: you had to approach him first, and make the moves. this guy is so nervous and antsy around you. like wouldn't even look in your direction or hold your hand until you took the initiative. but once it clicked that he was allowed to touch you—that you wanted him to. it was like hell broke loose.
hakkai loves how soft n docile you look, but more specifically how tiny you are underneath his much larger frame. he gets a kick out of your shocked expression the first time the two of you are intimate. the sheer mass of a shadow his dick casts over your face, you cannot fathom how you'll fit it anywhere inside your body.
but that won't stop hakkai. he'd be super gentle, doing everything in his power to make it easier on you. even after prepping you with his fingers, and eating you out, it still was a big stretch to fit him. using shallow thrusts to slowly ease you onto his cock, while you're swallowing down hiccupped gasps.
mitsuya takashi
what his 'type' is: wild card here. in contrast to his soft look you're all dark n edgy. thinking septum with both nostrils. his guilty pleasure? nipple piercings. if you had these with mitsuya he'll just stare with his jaw open, collecting bugs. also a sucker for rib tattoos, hugging the curves of your breasts—like a luna moth or butterfly.
here's the thing about mitsuya, he looks like a proper gentlemen. the kind you can introduce to your parents and they won't bat an eye—they might even push for marriage right off the bat.
(what they don't know won't hurt em)
but don't let that sweet, charming smile fool you. this man is a certified freak. those lavender eyes holding a dark glint that tells trouble is coming. he gets off on the fact that no one suspects anything; you guys could be under a blanket, his fingers buried in your sopping cunt during a movie night and not a peep.
and he doesn't stop there, oh no no. mitsuya thrives off the thrill of potentially getting caught. if you're sitting on his lap at karaoke? best believe he's sitting snug inside you. it's an intentional action when he drapes his jacket around you—yes to keep you warm—but also hide where your bodies are connected. dual purposes.
one day though takashi gets careless, you'd been especially tempting all day—his own fault really. he had made you a custom dress that hugged your body so lovingly that it broke his usual calm resolve to smithereens.
it's draken who catches it. takashi's hand sneaking under the skirt of your dress, not even batting an eye, too practiced to be a first.
"oi! don't be pulling shit like that with us all in the room."
suddenly all eyes are on you two, caught with his hands in the cookie jar—literally and figuratively—he then has the audacity to smile that easy-going grin without moving his hand an inch.
needless to say that they never forgot.
(y'all are banned from sitting near each other at hangouts)
kazutora hanemiya
what his 'type' is: hear me out. serpent tattoo. he likes the way the snake wraps around your body, adorning your soft skin with it's scaley texture. and the not so surprising tongue ring or snake bites. absolutely losing it every time you stick your tongue out at him. kazutora would like to suck or bite on the metal jewelry.
looks like a menace: is a menace. every parents worst nightmare, inked up with that tiger on his neck. branded a rebellious n reckless man. just know you'll have to hide your relationship from your parents—like hell they'd approve of your choice of man.
kazutora doesn't care about any of that. he might whisk you away to elope somewhere, that way you're his forever. you're the best thing that's ever happened to him—he'll be damned if anything gets in the way or snatches you away.
that desperation shows in bed; those yellow eyes staring into your soul as he pounds into you. a relentless snapping of his hips, his earring jingling in the stuffy, musky room.
"who's stuffing this pussy so good?" kazutora growls in your ear.
"ah— ha... you are daddy..." you gasp out, clenching so tightly around him.
that singular word unlocks a beast. if you thought his pace was fast earlier? it doesn't compare to the brutal thrusts kazutora is unleashing on you now.
every thought gets eaten up, beaten out as your body jostles under him. kazutora loves that, making you go dumb on his cock.
his pretty little princess.
baji keisuke
what his 'type' is: bright hair colors, anything that strays away from natural shades; deep blue, pastel pink, silvery purple, faded green. baji likes the way sunlight reflects off your wild hair—makes you easy to spot in crowds. lots of tattoos and/or lots or piercings, japanese neo traditional or patchwork. though i get the sense he'd go crazy for a bridge piercing.
have you seen this man?? you can bet your sweet ass that this man is unfair in bed. not in the sense of being a selfish lover, but in the way that screams you're at his mercy.
if you think for one second that he won't have you tied down to the bed, shaking so hard like you're in an electric chair, then you'd be wrong. with baji it's all about control. you don't get to cum unless he says so. not until he's broken you into a whimpering mess.
by now your whole body is drenched in sweat, the vibe on your clit feels like a mix of pain and pleasure—your body still arches into his precise grip. chasing that ever fading peak.
the moment baji catches that you're close the vibe is pulled back, the intensity turned down. your orgasm fizzling out, down to a flickering ember.
on and on it goes.
his cock is just as sensitive, almost as if he shared your feelings—connected by neuro link. and when you finally do cum, it's messy and violent. a shriek ripped from the depths of you soul as you blessedly crash over the edge.
it lasts a solid minute. maybe even two before you're able to breathe properly again.
baji mentally pats himself on the back, already too smug about his 'accomplishment'.
(his boxers are ruined. warm, wet and sticky.)
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