or, alternatively, things they do that have women sighing in disappointment as they look at their boyfriends.
featuring: endo yamato, suo hayato, and kaji ren
MASTERLIST
Endo Yamato
Three words: scary dog privilege.
Nobody in Makochi or even in neighbouring towns dared to send a wrong glance your way — let alone a whistle or unwanted touch. Very few people were stupid enough to piss off Endo Yamato, and no one was stupid enough to piss off Endo Yamato by harassing his girl. But what especially caught people’s attention was how unwilling he was to leave your side. No matter the time or day, Endo was not letting his girl walk home alone at night, even if it meant staying outside the library for two hours on a weekend.
“Yamato?” You said, surprised. It was close to midnight, and you and your friends were just exiting the library building when you caught sight of your boyfriend leaning by the exit gates. He was dressed in a black tank top, which released a flurry of butterflies in your stomach, and grey sweatpants. His lips curled in a small smile as he caught sight of your figure, illuminated by the soft lights of the library. Beautiful, he thought.
“Hey, pretty,” he greeted, coming forward to take your books and bag from your hand. He slung your bag over his shoulder and reached out his free hand to intertwine with yours. “Ready to go home?”
“Were you waiting for long?” You asked, worried. “I am sorry, I didn’t know you were here. I would’ve left ear—”
“Hey, don’t sweat it,” he interrupted. “You know I would never let you walk home alone at night. And anyway, I wasn’t waiting for that long.” (He left the house as soon as he saw your text that you were going to be late tonight. That was three hours ago.)
“(Name),” your friend called out. “Is that your boyfriend?”
“Yeah, he came to pick me up,” you said, a soft smile playing on your face as you squeezed his hand. I love you. His green eyes shone with fondness as he squeezed back gently. I love you too.
Behind you, your friends let out a collective groan as they recounted the various excuses their boyfriends had given:
“Mine said he has school tomorrow, so he can’t be awake so late.”
“Mine said he had to log in for an online game later and disconnected the call!”
“Seriously? Mine didn’t even pick up the phone!”
You chuckled. “Sorry, guys. But looks like I won the boyfriend lottery.”
SUO HAYATO
“You know,” you started, slipping on your favourite earrings, a miniature version of the ones Suo wears regularly. He bought it for your six-month anniversary so you guys could match. “My girl friends hate going on a double date with us.”
“Oh? I never noticed. Why’s that?” Your boyfriend asked, sitting on your bed as he watched you get ready for Umemiya’s barbecue party. In the mirror, you could see your boyfriend’s fond expression as he watched you apply lip gloss, and your lips curled in a huge grin.
“Because you’re too perfect.”
“Hm?” He made a surprised noise. “Me? But that couldn’t possibly be so when it’s you who arrives on these dates looking so pretty and perfect.”
“See!” You suddenly turned around and wildly jabbed your finger in his direction. “That is exactly what I meant. Every time after a double date, my friends always compare their boyfriends to you. You pull my chair every time we go to a cafe or restaurant, know my order by heart, lay a napkin on my lap, remove tomatoes from my food because I hate them, and you always give me your dessert at the end of every meal.” You threw your hands up in mock despair. “And this is not even counting the countless compliments you give me throughout the date. Or that you get me flowers without asking, hold my stuff, walk me back from school, even though Furin is far from our school, and you have patrol daily. My friends are sick and tired of you because their boyfriends can’t even do the bare minimum, and you’re out here giving me the entire world!”
Suo blinked in surprise. “But what I am doing is the bare minimum. How can someone not show their partners the basic love and respect they deserve?”
You stood up from your vanity and leaned down to press a kiss on his forehead. “Every day, I fall for you even more. How did I get so lucky?”
Suo cradled your face and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. “You deserve everything in this world, and I will not stop until I give you the whole world.”
Kaji Ren
Kaji knew he was in trouble when he saw Enomoto, Kusumi, and Umemiya grinning like maniacs. Behind them, Hiragi gave him an apologetic look. Oh yeah, he was definitely screwed.
“What?” He grumbled, eyeing the clown trio with suspicion. Somehow, that seemed to fuel their mirth more as they openly started giggling like toddlers.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe how fast Kaji has grown up!” Umemiya wiped a fake tear from his eye. Enomoto was now openly cackling, and even Hiragi was chuckling.
Kaji was wondering if he should make a run for it when a phone was suddenly shoved in his face. It took him a second to focus, but once he realised what he was looking at, his face turned the colour of the ripest tomato, and the lollipop fell from his mouth as his jaw slackened.
“H-How did you even get this?”
It was a photo of you and Kaji from yesterday when you went grocery shopping. In the photo, Kaji was holding 4 huge bags in each hand while you walked beside him, hands empty, a blissful expression on your face as you ate your mango ice cream. Even your pink sling bag was on Kaji’s shoulder; he had refused to let you carry anything. And as if that wasn’t enough, there was a dopey, lovesick expression on his face as he stared at you with fond eyes and a small smile, a far cry from his rough and brash demeanour.
What took him out even more was that the photo was posted on Makochi’s residential group by the old lady from whom you’d purchased your ice cream, with the caption: “I have never seen Kaji-kun look so happy before. He even paid for her ice cream despite her protests. Ah, young love!”
Ah, fuck. He was screwed.
check out my latest windbre work: when you have nightmares
getting forcibly bent over a table, counter, whatever, absolutely certain he's gonna pull your panties to the side to fuck you—you can feel how hard he is, his fat cock is digging into your ass.
only to instead slap your clit as you struggle and squirm beneath him.
Can we get a pt.3 of wbk reacting to you getting beat up by another gang, with Sugishita and Umemiya? Maybe Endo too if you feel like it?
AHHH YES OFC OFC!! I love how this is turning into a little series :)
wbk reacting to you getting beaten up by a rival gang .𖥔 ݁ ˖
w/ SUGISHITA KYOTARO, UMEMIYA HAJIME, AND ENDO YAMATO
Tags: mentions of injuries and blood (nothing to graphic), mentions of fighting/violence, angst, hurt/comfort
this is part 3!! part 1 (w/ suo, kiryuu, and kaji) and part 2 (w/ sakura, togame, and uryu) are here!!
SUGISHITA KYOTARO ⋆˙⟡
Sugishita is always draped over you like a blanket and always holding your hand. He purposely orders more food than necessary so that you would never go hungry. He's always lending you his hoodies and jackets if you were out somewhere at night. After all, he would rather freeze to death than let you shiver for even a second.
All that being said, his favorite way to show you he cares is by giving you things. He doesn't give you anything overly expensive or flashy, but small items: smiskis, rings he finds in thrift stores, or tiny ceramic keychains of your favorite foods. You have a whole drawer in your dresser dedicated to the trinkets he gifts you.
One day, he was out with Umemiya and Tsubaki when his eyes zeroed in on a small poster card with artwork from your favorite anime. He froze, causing the older boys to bump into him.
"Sugishita-? Oh," Umemiya grins when he sees what Sugishita is staring at. "You should get it for her."
"Oh, that reminds me!" Tsubaki says, pulling something out of his purse. "I found this bracelet she might like as well. Here, here, take it to her as well."
Sugishita takes Tsubaki's bracelet and nods, before walking over to pick up the poster card. After checking out, he parts with his seniors, heading over to your home. He twirls the bracelet in his hands, watching the charms on the chain catch and reflect the sunlight. A tiny smile graced his face as he imagine holding you hand while it jingled on your wrist.
He gets to your front door and knocks, but he's met with no response. He tries again, but still nothing. She must not be home, he thinks, turning on his heel. However, just as he does, a giant crash sounds from inside your house. Sugishita whips around and starts pounding on your door again, calling out for you.
"[name]? [name]? Are you okay? Are you home?"
The door lock clicks and the door swings open. Sugishita's eyes widen as he takes in your appearance. You have a nasty gash on your forehead and your hands are all scraped. Your ankle is swollen as all hell, he's wondering how you're even upright.
Despite it all though, you still look up at him and with a small smile and a tiny voice you whisper, "Hi, Kyo."
"What the hell happened to you?" he asks, his voice hoarse. He walks inside and instantly picks you up, carrying you to the couch. He lays you down, then rushes into your kitchen, looking for a first aid kit.
"I was walking home," you say sleepily, "and someone . . . jumped me? I was wearing your Furin jacket and they thought maybe I was a student? I don't know. Once they realized they got a girl though they ran away."
"Where?" Sugishita asks, kneeling in front of you and working quick to bandage your hands and head. You shrug and your eyes start to droop but he shakes his head. "Hey. Stay awake. You might be concussed."
You watch him through lidded eyes as he works. When he's done, you grab his hand and lace your fingers. "I came straight home after it happened. I haven't seen a doctor. Can we go?"
He nods and you beam. "Thank you," you say as he moves you onto his back.
UMEMIYA HAJIME ⋆˙⟡
You gotta keep walking, that's all you really know. Every single muscle in your body is screaming at you to just collapse on the floor and get life over with, but no. If you did that now, you'd be done for. You need a doctor. You need a hug.
Pothos can't be too far from here now. If you could just drag your feet another few blocks you'd get there for sure.
Your side from where you got kicked in hurts and your head is pounding, but finally, the sign comes into view. It's refreshing, and gives you the last little bit of energy you need to make it into the cafe.
"I'm sorry, we're closed- [name]?!" Kotoha cries as she looks over the bar counter. "What the hell?"
"Don't tell Hajime," you say as you collapse onto the tiles, the warmth of the cafe completely draining you of any leftover energy you have.
"Don't tell me what?" a voice calls out from around the corner.
"Shit, hide me!" you whisper shout to Kotoha. She's quick to try and shove you under a table, but not fast enough.
Umemiya shows up a second later, his face bright and cheery. He looks ready to hug you, but then he opens his eyes. His face immediately falls.
"Umemiya-" Kotoha starts, holding her arms up to try and calm him.
"Hajime-" You mirror Kotoha.
"What are you doing on the floor?" he asks, his voice hard as steel. His jaw is tense and you stiffen as he approaches. He helps you up and sets you on the cushioned seats in the booths. He turns to Kotoha and says, "Get the first aid kit."
She rushes off and he turns back to you. His blue eyes are icy as he says, "So what was this about not telling me?"
You sigh and lean forward, resting your head on his shoulder. "I didn't want you to worry."
"Not worry?" he asks incredulously. "You look like someone sent you through a meat grinder!"
You whimper and you feel his frame relax a little. He's trying to become softer for you to be more comfortable and you smile. He's sweet . . .
"Kotoha's back," he whispers, reaching up to pet your head. "Lemme bandage them at least."
"In a minute," you whispers.
Kotoha sets the kit on the table next to you and says, "I'll really quickly make you some food. Y'know, to help you get your strength back."
You nod, but then your body erupts in shivers as exhaustion settles in on you. Umemiya's breath catches as tears touch his neck.
You choke out, "Hajime . . . I was so scared."
He furrows his brow and kisses your temple, where a bruise is beginning to form. "It's okay, you're here now. I'm here now."
ENDO YAMATO ⋆˙⟡
"Hey," Endo growls as he stands at the entrance of the alleyway. "What the hell is this?
The four men who were looming over your body freeze as they hear his voice. You have an arm up over your face, but drop it when you hear Endo talking. You turn your head and see him with Chika too. Oh fuck, these guys are screwed.
"What's it to you?" One of the boys ask, trying to feign bravado. "We're just having a little fun with her."
Endo smirks, but it's void of any humor. He takes a few steps forward, quickly eating up whatever distance is between him and your attackers. Without a second thought, he smashes one of their faces into the wall.
"Hmm? What's it to me?" Endo asks, before tightening his grasp in the boy's hair and punching him. "Not much, right? Only- oh wait! That's my girlfriend."
The boy Endo had a grasp on crumples to the floor, and your boyfriend fixes his gaze on the remaining three. "Now," he says. "Let's have some fun right?"
They scatter like bugs, and Endo at first doesn't seem like he'll give chase. He turns to look down at you, and his smile turns from malicious to loving. He pats your head and says, "Wait here, okay? I'll be back in just a sec~"
You watch as he darts off after the trio. Chika walks up to you and you flinch back. The boy is silent as he picks up the knocked out form of your assailant and drags him out of the alleyway. Chika dumps him on the sidewalk before coming back to your side. He slides down the wall next to you and stares at you, assessing your injuries.
"It's not bad," he says. "Didn't get much 'fun' in before we got here."
"I'm sorry," you whisper, "if it's a bother."
"Endo's the only one bothered. That's why he's off running after them," Chika explains, before opening a bottle of peach juice. He takes a sip and then holds it out to you. "Want some?"
"No thank you."
He nods.
A few minutes later, Endo's back. He's panting slightly, but he has this glint in his eyes that only ever comes out after a fight. His nose is bleeding and his knuckles are scratched, but aside from that he looks completely fine.
"They can run, the little fucks," he says, wiping his nose.
"D-did they hit you?" you ask shakily.
"Nope," he grins, crouching in front of you. "I was running after them and slipped in some trash and crashed against the wall. But I'm fine, don't worry."
Endo looks over at Chika, then back at you. "You don't want Takiishi's juice?"
You shake your head and he chuckles. "Okay, let's get some food then."
He draps his jacket over your shoulders and pulls you into a hug. You close your eyes and sigh as Endo kisses your shoulder, before pulling the jacket on tighter.
"Come on," he whispers. "There's a good bar not too far from here. I'll carry you."
a/n: idk why these got progressively shorter, but oh well lol
Description: Getting kinky with the windbreaker boys. I have so many thoughts about these men and I just needed to get them out of my system.
Characters: Toma Hiragi, Ren Kaji, Haruka Sakura, Hayato Suo, & Yamato Endo.
Word Count: 2.2k
Tags: fem!reader, brat taming, praise, somnophilia, edging, mommy kink, dacryphilia, consent non consent, choking, degradation, oral (fem!receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk.
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a/n: These are more like thirsts than headcannons but oh well. I might expand on some of these eventually and turn them into full fics if I can sit down and commit to it. It the mental illness, innit? Regardless, I hope you enjoyed these little blurbs! Special shout out to @foxyfiction & @to-eden for helping me with the prompts for some of these, you both are amazing. <3
I also have a masterlist now, if you’re interested that could be found : HERE
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Brat Taming
Hiragi had enough of you today, your skirt pulled up high, a constant switch in your hips while on patrol today with the Tamon team. Constantly teasing him, whether it was pulling him into an alley for an impromptu make out session, bending over in front of him letting him catch a glimpse of your already wet panties, or rubbing against his perpetually hard cock as you “just needed to slip past him real quick”. He was patient, tension building throughout the day coming to a fever pitch when you had both made it back to your shared apartment. He was on you in moments, lifting the back of your skirt to lay a harsh lap to you ass. Grabbing a fistful of your hair as he growls in your ear. “ I want you on that bed and I want you completely bare, do you understand?” He releases you hair, watching as you strip for him, climbing on the bed moments after you do.
Grabbing a hold of your cheeks with a rough hand he forces you to look up at him, eyes glazed over with arousal. Squishing your cheeks he props your mouth open, shoving a long digit past your lips. He grins as your mouth instinctively wraps around the digit, pumping the finger in and out of your lips, eyes rolling back as he feels your tongue wrap around the digit. Sucking his teeth as you shoot him a wink as he stuffs a second digit in your mouth. “Such a fucking brat, you know that?” He forces your thighs apart, free hand punctuating his words with a harsh slap to your dripping cunt.
His fingers sliding down, his fist two digits using your saliva that coated them to rub fast smooth circles against the sensitive bud. “Don’t forget your still getting punished baby.” He tsks giving you a sharp toothed grin. “Look at your pretty cunt, clenching around nothing, poor baby.” He coos, leaning down to your ear, lips grazing the shell to whisper. “You’re going to have to come from just my fingers before you can have my cock baby, think you can do that for me, hmm?”
Praise (Receiving)
Kaji had lost his temper once more, today a fight had broken out. One of the members of the opposing gang had harshly grabbed your arm, tugging you against him spitting extremities about the things he plandded to do to you. The words coupled with the fear in your wide eyes had Kaji seeing red. Completely blacking out in a fit of rage, he hated his, he especially hated you seeing him like this. The few times he had lost his temper in front of you, he ran, unable to face you. But not this time, you wouldn’t let him run from you. Grabbing the sleeve of his jacket you were quick to take him back to your apartment, silencing whatever apologies or exasperations with your lips against his.
Walking him backward toward your bedroom you wait for the back of his knees to hit the mattress. Pushing him to sit down as you climb on his lap. Mouths entangling in a heated embrace, clothes being pulled from each others bodies in a rush of passsion. Kaji trails kisses down your exposed body, lips wrapping arount a perked bud taking your nipple into his mouth. You rocked your hips against his, gronaing into the air. Your hands unfaten his pants, and with his help you pull his cock from his pants. You give him a smile, stroking his cheeks, eyes soft with fondness. “You're such a good boy Ren, always so good to me.”
You coo, the praise falling from your lips as you place one more kiss to his lips. Moving to grab him by the base, positioning him at your entrance, the desperate look in his eyes is all the confirmation you need to sink down on his length. You bite your lip, letting out a whimper at the feeling of his thick cock filling you to the brim. You tangle one hand in his hair, pulling lightly on his blonde strands, while the other moves up to his shoulder, nails digging into the skin. Pulling away only far enough to mumble into his lips. “Fuck, Ren.. Feel so good, you fill me up so good baby. I love you so much.”
Somnophillia
You wake feeling something warm between your legs. It isn’t long before your head is thrown back against the pillows you were once sleeping soundly against, voice crying out in pleasure as your boyfriend’s tongue draws slow patterns on your sensitive clit. You look down at him eyes lidded with sleep and now lust. “Haru.. what are you doing?” You mumble, blinking the sleep from your eyes. Between your thighs you can feel his cheeks heat up, a feirce blush on his features. He barely pulls from your cunt, mumbling against your center. “Couldn’t sleep, needed to taste you, ‘m want you so bad.”
He groans, hips rutting into the mattress, desperate for some friction to his aching cock. Any further arguments are silenced by a loud moan erupting from your lips, Sakura licks a fat stripe up your clit brfore reattaching his lips fully to your nub. He eats your cunt with such desperation, as if he needed to conume you to keep air in his lungs. His tongue is soon replaced by the rough pad of his thumb, head ducking lower to slide his tongue inside of your entrance, sliding against the silk walls of your pussy. He groans deep in his throat, the vibrations of the noise only enhancing the pleasure you’re feeling. ”Always taste so fucking good, need more..” He groans, pulling from your center, he slides up your body lips attacking yours with reckless hunger. He slid the material of his boxers down in one swift motion, grabbing himself by the base of his cock, collecting your wetness on the tip of his cock using it to ease himself inside your velvety walls.
He lets out a loud groan as he fully sheaths his cock inside you, head dipping to capture your lips with his own. The kiss is immediately laced with hunger, teeth clashing and tongues dancing in each others mouths. He pulls away, heavy breaths fanning against your lips as he sets a harsh steady pace from the start. “Fuck baby… can’t even sleep without you consuming my thoughts. Need you desperately… constantly.. feel like I’ll lose it if I’m not inside of you.”
Edging/Mommy Kink
You place a delicate kiss to his lips, trailing your kisses down his body until you were situated between his thighs. Looking up at him with hooded eyes from your current position. “You weren't lying baby boy. Look at how hard you are.” You grin, not letting him answer as you gave a few experimental tugs to his cock. Leaning up to lick a fat stripe from his base to his tip, collecting the pre come that had been steadily dripping since you had begun. Pulling away and leaning up once again, you grab his face in your hand, forcing his mouth open before letting your saliva mixed with his precum drip from your mouth to his. Placing a hand over his mouth, you lean down to his ear. “Swallow baby, I want you to taste us.”
You take his shock as an opportunity to lower yourself back down between his legs, swirling your tongue around his sensitive mushroom tip, taking as much as your throat would allow, hollowing your cheeks. Beginning to bob your head up and down on his cock. Choji tugged at the cloth around his wrists, restraining himself as much as he could to not buck his hips. Failing miserably as his body writhed under yours He cried out as he felt your warm mouth around his cock, tears collecting by the corners of his eyes. Whimpers and cries falling from his lips as he found every ounce of restraint to not let his body betray him. The could in his stomach building once more for what seemed like the umpteenth time that evening. He didn’t want to fuck all of this up and receive punishment even further. “Mommy, please your mouth is so warm… be careful. I dont wanna come.. too soon.”
You grin around him, looking up at him through your lashes, nearly removing yourself from him before plunging back down, taking him until you feel him hit the back of your throat. You do this a few more times before pulling yourself off his cock with a 'pop'. You make your way up his body, getting impatient yourself, feeling your cunt clench around nothing. Straddling his abdomen, right above where he needed you most, pressing your lips against his in a heated kiss. Desperately trying not to show that you were just as affected by your actions. You grab a fistful of his hair, tugging harshly, effectively separating your lips as you speak against his lips. “Tell mommy what you want baby boy. Go on, use your words I want to hear you.”
Dacryphillia
Each one of your pleas fog his mind with uncontrollable lust. Wram brown irises drowning in it. “So desperate for me already, darling, we havent even begun the main event.” He teases, directly into your ear, as he finally lines the tip of his thick cock with your entrance. Suo had been teasing you for what seemed like hours. Pulling orgasm after orgasm from your overstimulated cunt. Having made you come undone on his fingers and tongue several times, your pussy having felt desperatly empty without his cock filling you. He grins as you whine, his head just barely probing your entrance. “Please, Haya.” You whimper desperate for him to do something, anything, tears blurring your vision as they collected at your lashline.
“Please?” He tiles his head in mocking obliviousness. “Please what princess? Gotta tell me what to do or I cant help you, tell me what is it that you want?” He coos, free hand sliding up your stomach, thumb circling a pert nipple. Grinning he leans down tugging on your earlobe with this teeth, breaths fanning against your ear as he continues to speak. “Want me to fill this pretty pussy up with my cock? Feeling you flutter against me, whimpering out my name from those beautiful lips. Is that what youre asking for my pretty little bunny?”
He grins eyes lithe with mischief as you continue to babble, words coming out in a jumbled mess of pleas and calls of his name. Fat tears stream down your cheeks, desperation for him consuming your entire being. Suo’s hand coming up to caress your cheek. Thumb swiping at the tears that cascaded down your face. “Oh, sweet baby” He purrs, slipping the same thumb past your lips, letting you taste the salty wetness of your tears. “Crying for me already? We’ve barely even started.” He giggles, hips lurching forward, slamming into you to the hilt with one swift movement of his hips. Groaning as your back arches from the bed, eyes rolling back with a scream of his name being forced from your lips. “As much as I’d love to hear you beg for it, ive been waiting for too long for you my princess.~”
Cat and Mouse/CNC
Your breaths come out in heavy pants, your heart racing in your chest, your feet slamming against the grassy terrain as you run as fast as your legs can carry you. The shadow of the figure on your tail looming behind you. You pushed further, weaving in and out of trees to shake your assailant. The dark wooded area was easy to get lost in. You had only paused your running for a moment, attempting to take in your soundings, looking for a route to escape. Attempting to catch your breath, you were sure you had lost him. Just as you were about to turn on your heel and take off once more your eyes shoot wide, feeling fingers of a large hand wrap themselves around your throat. Your attacker using their grip as leverage to shove you roughly against a tree, the larger figure looms over yours. Tattooed fingers squeezing just enough to make gaining air flow a bit difficult. Lips grazing your ear as he leans down to your height. “Gotcha~”
Endo’s piercing blue eyes lock with yours, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. Tongue invading your mouth, free hand coming up to cup your dripping cunt. Fingers circling your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. He smirks against your lips as you moan into his mouth. Pulling from you, he quickly removes your soiled panties, running his finger between your soaked slit. Bringing his finger to his lips taking in the way you taste, moaning around his fingers.
“Fuck doll, you taste so fucking good. Already so fucking wet for me.” He uses his thumb to force your mouth open, spitting a glob of saliva between your parted lips. “Go on babydoll, taste yourself.” He chuckles as you instinctively swallow, turning you in his embrace so your bent over. Flipping up your skirt, he leans back to take all of you in, eyes hungrily wracking over your exposed sex. Parting your folds with a thumb, watching as your entrance contracts around nothing a large grin splits across his face as he lands a harsh slap against your ass. “Gotta remind you who this belongs too huh? This cunt is mine princess.”
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Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed! I already have a part two in mind for this, so keep an eye out. Until then, see you later!
what started as a no-strings-attached arrangement with noroshi’s strongest fighters slowly unravels into something deeper, as jealousy, trust, and undeniable passion force the three of you to confront whether you’re more than just friends with benefits.
kinktober 2025 masterlist.
starring. endo yamato & takiishi chika x fem!reader
author's note: not one of my best but I kinda love it. I'll try to improve it in the future 🙇
You had a complicated relationship, to say the least, with the strongest fighters of Noroshi. From the start, you weren’t exactly one of them, but you weren’t just an outsider either. You hovered close to their circle, always welcome to tag along, always treated like you belonged even if no one ever said it out loud.
With Chika and Yamato, it went deeper, tangled in ways that were hard to define. You spent endless hours with them—sometimes running errands, sometimes lounging around after sparring, sometimes laughing over nothing at all. But somewhere along the way, the closeness you shared with them shifted, became something hotter, something dangerous.
It started with Yamato. He had this way of grounding you, of making you feel secure even when everything else was chaotic. His hands were firm but careful, skilled in knowing exactly how far to push before you lost control. You’d fall into his bed after long nights, letting him take over, letting him undo you completely. He was rough when he needed to be, yet there was this tenderness under it all—the way he would brush hair from your face, kiss the small scratches from fights, whisper your name low and satisfied.
Chika was different, sharp and playful. He liked to tease, liked to see you squirm, liked to push boundaries just to watch your reactions. Sometimes it was light touches that left you shivering, sometimes it was him pinning you down against a wall or the edge of a table, lips hot against your skin, hands claiming you like he’d been waiting for this moment.
And most of the time, it was both of them. The two of them together changed everything. Yamato would hold you steady while Chika trailed kisses down your neck, or Chika would bind your wrists with a scarf and grin as Yamato slowly explored you, hands and mouth, making sure every inch of you was theirs at the same time. You’d be caught between them, utterly helpless, and yet completely intoxicated by the feeling of being wanted by both, feeling their attention split but entirely focused on you.
Nothing about it was official. There were no promises, no labels, no talk of “what we are.” But there was heat, an intense intimacy that went beyond simple desire. You never had to ask for more, and they never offered, but the three of you knew the rhythm of each other’s needs. You knew when to surrender, when to tease back, when to let yourself be claimed.
It was exhausting, in the best way. Every time you found yourself between them, every time their hands and mouths and whispers drove you to your edge, you came undone—not just physically, but in a way that tied you to them tighter than any spoken word could. They didn’t need to say it; the way they touched you, the way they took turns and worked together, it was a language all its own. You were theirs in those moments, and somehow, that was enough.
It had been enough with the two of them. It was enough for you, even though deep down, you knew you were drifting into something more serious—something that, apparently, they didn’t want.
And now? Now you were absolutely pissed. They had you pressed between them, your back against the cold wall, and their intensity made it hard to breathe.
“Who the hell were you kissing at the car?” Yamato’s voice was low, tense, dangerous. His arms pinned you in place, leaving no room to move.
“What the fuck are you even talking about?” you spat back, already bristling at his tone.
“Don’t play innocent,” Chika added, voice sharp, eyes dark. “One of the guys told us they saw you. Inside a car. Kissing someone.”
You blinked, genuinely confused and more than a little stunned. “Kissing… someone? I—what are you talking about?”
Chika’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Don’t lie to us. We know what we saw.”
“I’m not lying!” you snapped, frustration rising. “I don’t even know who the hell you’re talking about. You’re making shit up!”
Yamato’s hands tightened slightly on your arms. “We’re not making anything up. We saw someone tell one of our guys. They said it looked like—”
“Like I was cheating?” you cut in, anger and disbelief flashing hot in your chest. “Like I’d betray you both? Are you kidding me right now?!”
“The guy told us,” Yamato said flatly, like that alone was proof enough.
Your hands curled into fists. “And you’re gonna believe him over me?” Your voice cracked on the last word, not with weakness but with the sheer frustration of it. “After everything we’ve been through, after everything we’ve shared, you’re going to take some half‑assed rumor from one of your guys and throw it in my face like this?”
Chika’s eyes flickered, but his voice stayed hard. “It didn’t look like a rumor. It looked like you—”
“No, you thought it looked like something!” you snapped, stepping forward now, crowding into their space even though Yamato still had you caged between his arms. “You thought you saw what you wanted to see, and instead of coming to me like normal people, you corner me like some criminal and accuse me of cheating on something you never even wanted to name.”
Yamato’s jaw clenched, but you weren’t finished. The words poured out now, years of swallowed feelings spiking through your chest. “You wanted no labels, no promises. You made sure I knew that from the beginning. I respected that. I accepted that. And now, the moment you think I’ve done something, suddenly you’re acting like jealous boyfriends who have a right to interrogate me?!”
You shoved at Yamato’s chest—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to get space. “Do you even hear yourselves? Do you even know how this feels? You’re not just accusing me, you’re telling me I’m a liar. You’re telling me my word isn’t good enough for you.”
Chika’s mouth opened, then closed again, his expression flickering between anger and guilt. “We—”
“No,” you cut him off, voice sharp enough to slice through the air. “You don’t get to ‘we’ me right now. If you can’t even trust me enough to hear me out, if you can believe some random guy over me, then what the hell are we even doing?”
Yamato’s expression darkened, and he stepped in even closer, his shadow falling over you, chest pressed near yours. “You are ours.”
The words hit you like a slap. For a moment, you just stared at him, stunned—because that’s exactly the kind of thing you’d thought you’d never hear from them. Not like this. Not in anger.
“Ours?!” Your voice cracked with disbelief, a harsh, humorless laugh spilling out. “You two said from the beginning—no labels. No promises. No ‘we’re together.’ That was the deal, remember? That was your rule, not mine!”
Chika flinched slightly, but his stance didn’t soften. “That’s different—”
“No, it’s not different!” you snapped, shaking your head as your hands balled into fists at your sides. “It’s exactly what you wanted. You wanted the sex, the fun, the benefits. You wanted me between you, under you, around you—but not enough to actually call it something. You made me believe this was casual, so I protected myself, and now you’re standing here acting like jealous boyfriends when you don’t even want to be called my boyfriends!”
Heat surged through you, anger coiling tight in your stomach, making your chest rise and fall rapidly. “Do you even understand what it’s like to keep yourself from falling when you’ve already given pieces of yourself to both of them? To trust them, to let them in, and then have them turn around and accuse you of betrayal because some rumor got in their ears?!”
Yamato’s fists tightened, and Chika’s jaw worked, but you weren’t stopping. You stepped closer, glaring up at both of them, forcing them to face the storm of your frustration. “I’ve given you my trust! My body! My time! And yet, the moment you think I’ve done something wrong, the moment some idiot’s gossip reaches your ears, suddenly I’m the liar? Suddenly I’m the problem?!”
Your voice rose, trembling not with weakness but with fury, every word sharp and raw. “Do you have any idea what it feels like to bend yourself around rules you didn’t make, to respect boundaries you agreed to, only to have them thrown back at you like a weapon? To be blamed for everything while the two people I trusted the most refuse to even listen?!”
Chika’s hands twitched, his expression flickering between guilt and irritation. Yamato’s eyes darkened, jaw tight, and you felt the tension crackle like fire in the air. You took a shaky step back, then slammed your hands against the wall behind you, forcing space but letting your anger radiate. “You don’t get to cage me with your jealousy! You don’t get to dictate what I do or how I exist when you were the ones who set the rules! You wanted no labels, no promises—then why the hell are you acting like this now?!”
Your breaths came faster, sharp and uneven. “I trusted you both! I gave myself to you! And this—this is how you repay me? By treating me like I’ve done something unforgivable when all I did was live my life?!”
The words hit hard, echoing in the room. Chika’s lips pressed into a thin line; his hands twitched at his sides. Yamato’s fists clenched and unclenched, as though he could contain the storm only by sheer force of will.
You swallowed hard, fury blazing, and leaned in just enough to let your voice cut through the thick silence. “You don’t get to call me yours! Not when you’ve done everything to make sure I’m not! Not when you can’t even trust me to speak for myself, to explain, to defend the truth!”
A tense silence followed. The air between you three felt electric, charged with frustration, guilt, and something heavier—something like fear that this could all shatter. You felt the weight of your own words pressing down, but you refused to back down.
Finally, your voice dropped, low and hard, the kind that carries finality. “If this is how it’s going to be—if this is how you treat me when I’m nothing but honest, when I’m nothing but here for you—then I’m done. I’m ending whatever this is between us three. I can’t… I won’t…”
Your chest heaved as the silence settled, thick and suffocating. Chika’s hands twitched, his jaw tight, while Yamato’s eyes burned with a mix of frustration, guilt, and something else you couldn’t name. And somewhere in the quiet, you felt it—the undeniable fracture of something that had always been untouchable.
“Let’s end this.” Your voice was steady but low, the kind of steady that only comes from running out of tears. You shoved at both their chests to get past them. They didn’t budge.
“I said let’s end this,” you snapped, louder now, shoving again, palms flat against their solid bodies. “Move. Just… move.”
They stayed rooted to the spot, faces unreadable. That only made your voice sharpen, your anger twist tighter. “Trust is the only thing I’ve ever wanted from you,” you hissed, hands trembling as you pushed at Yamato again. “Not protection. Not control. Not promises. Just trust. Just the decency to believe me when I speak.”
Your eyes burned hot, your throat tight, but you kept going. “And you couldn’t even give me that. Not when it mattered. Not when it counted. Instead, you cornered me, accused me, treated me like I was disposable, like I was just… one more thing to handle.”
Chika shifted his weight, eyes flickering like he wanted to speak, but you cut him off before he could form a single word. “Don’t. Don’t you dare try to explain now. You’ve already made it clear what you think of me.”
You shoved again, harder this time, your frustration cracking through every movement. “Get out of my way. If you won’t even trust me, then you don’t get to hold me here. You don’t get to keep me like this.”
Yamato’s fists clenched at his sides, his shoulders rigid, but he stayed silent. Chika’s jaw worked, his throat bobbing, eyes dark with frustration and something closer to regret. Neither of them moved.
Just like that, you turned on your heel and walked out of their headquarters, the echo of your boots against the concrete floor sharp in your ears. Every step carried the weight of anger, betrayal, and exhaustion. You didn’t look back.
But you felt them. Two pairs of eyes boring into your back, burning with a mix of emotions you couldn’t name—frustration, guilt, possessiveness, maybe even something softer beneath it all. You didn’t let it faze you. Not now. Not when you had finally decided you weren’t going to let yourself be cornered, not in body or in heart.
The tension left behind in that room clung to you like a weight, thick and suffocating, pressing down on your chest with every step. Each footfall echoed against the empty street, a sharp counterpoint to the storm raging in your mind. Anger coiled tight in your stomach, hot and restless, threatening to spill over. You didn’t know where you were going—didn’t care, really. All you knew was that you had to keep moving, had to put space between yourself and the two people who had just accused you of betrayal.
The night was quiet, unnervingly so. Dim streetlights threw long shadows across the cracked pavement, and every flicker of movement in the darkness made you flinch. Your fists were clenched, nails biting into your palms, heart hammering in your chest like it was trying to escape. The adrenaline still coursed through you from the argument, giving your legs strength, your reflexes sharp, but also leaving you dangerously on edge.
Then you felt it: a presence behind you. Footsteps, light but deliberate. You slowed for a split second, trying to assess, but your instinct screamed danger. A rough hand clamped onto your shoulder before you could react.
You spun, reflexes kicking in, and found yourself face-to-face with several members of a rival gang. Their grins were cruel, eyes glinting with the malicious thrill of catching someone off-guard.
“You’re coming with us,” one of them sneered, gripping your arm with enough force to leave bruises.
“I don’t think so,” you shot back, jerking your arm free and narrowing your eyes. Anger still burned hotter than fear, fueling your defiance. “Let go of me.”
They didn’t hesitate. They lunged, forcing you to pivot, duck, and strike. You fought with every ounce of strength you had, fueled by frustration, adrenaline, and the lingering sting of betrayal. Each punch, each kick, each evasive maneuver carried more than survival—it carried the weight of your anger at Chika and Yamato, your frustration at being cornered emotionally and now physically.
Despite your skill, there were too many of them. A blow to your ribs knocked the wind out of you, pain slicing sharp through your side. Dizziness blurred the edges of your vision. You stumbled, trying to regain balance, but the pressure of being outnumbered was almost suffocating.
Then came the sudden force, the unmistakable power of hands ripping into the fray. Yamato’s voice cut through the chaos like steel. “Move!”
You barely had time to register before Chika was there too, intercepting an attacker with precise, brutal efficiency. Relief collided with lingering frustration in your chest. The two of them moved with a fluidity born of years of training, taking down your assailants while making sure you weren’t hurt in the process.
“Get back!” Chika barked, shoving one of the attackers hard enough to send him sprawling against the wall. His hands immediately came to your waist, steadying you as your legs trembled.
Yamato’s large hands gripped your arms firmly, holding you upright. “Are you hurt?” His voice was tense, eyes scanning every inch of your body like he wanted to see all the bruises, the scratches, every mark you hadn’t even noticed.
“I’m… fine,” you murmured, trying to convince yourself as much as him. But a sharp jab of pain in your ribs reminded you otherwise.
Chika’s hands remained at your sides, holding you steady, and his eyes softened slightly. “Don’t lie to us,” he said quietly, almost a growl. “Not this time.”
The attackers were retreating now, beaten back by the combined force of the two strongest fighters of Noroshi. You finally let yourself lean slightly into Chika, chest heaving from both the fight and the lingering anger from earlier. Yamato’s hands stayed firm at your shoulders, keeping you upright, his gaze intense but concerned.
“You two couldn’t just leave me alone, could you?” you huffed, clutching your side where the blow had landed. The sharp sting of bruised ribs mingled with the burn of lingering adrenaline, but it wasn’t just the physical pain—it was the frustration, the anger, the humiliation of being caught, cornered, and then ‘saved’ when all you wanted was to storm off and be left to yourself.
Chika’s hands tightened gently around your waist, guiding you to steady your breathing. “You would’ve gotten hurt worse,” he said, his tone low but firm. “We weren’t going to let that happen.”
You shoved lightly at his chest, though your strength was half there, frustration carrying the motion more than force. “I don’t need saving! I can handle myself!”
Yamato’s hands didn’t waver, though, holding you steady. “Not from them, not tonight,” he said, his voice a mixture of warning and concern. “You were reckless. You’re lucky we were here.”
“I don’t need you to be lucky for me!” you snapped, heat flaring despite the pain. “I’m not a child, and I’m not yours to protect!”
Chika’s jaw tightened, eyes locking onto yours, unyielding. “No one said you’re ours to protect,” he said, voice low, almost a growl. “We just… can’t let you get hurt like that.”
You exhaled sharply, chest rising and falling unevenly, your anger mixing with the undeniable tension in your body from being cornered, rescued, and touched by both of them. “…Can you two just leave me alone?” you muttered, frustration laced with something unspoken—something closer to longing that you weren’t ready to admit.
Yamato’s grip softened slightly, though his eyes stayed locked on you. “We can’t,” he said simply. “Not if you end up in danger.”
You glared at them, part of you wanting to yell, part of you wanting to collapse into them and let them take care of everything. Your chest heaved, side aching, pulse still racing. The fight was over, the attackers gone, but the storm between the three of you—the argument, the mistrust, the anger, the unresolved tension—was far from settled.
Before you could even open your mouth, strong arms wrapped around you, lifting you off your feet.
“Put me down! Yamato, put me down right now!” you demanded, struggling against his grip. Your legs kicked slightly, frustration burning hotter than the ache in your ribs.
Yamato’s hands tightened just enough to keep you secure, and his voice dropped low, teasing but dangerous. “Keep struggling like that and I might just… fuck you right here, on the street.”
You froze, eyes widening, chest heaving even faster. “You wouldn’t dare!” you hissed, both mortified and infuriated, heat pooling deep where you couldn’t admit you were already affected by the threat.
Chika’s lips quirked into a knowing smirk, and he stepped close, leaning in just enough to let his fingers brush your cheek. “I’d watch him if I were you,” he said softly, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Or maybe we’ll both have our way.”
Your cheeks burned, part from embarrassment, part from fury. “Do you two hear yourselves?!” you snapped, squirming in Yamato’s arms. “I have every right to be angry at you both! Every right!”
Yamato’s gaze softened for a fraction of a second, but he didn’t set you down. “We’re not saying you don’t,” he murmured, voice low, teasing fading slightly. “We just… we can’t leave you like this, not after tonight. Not after you tried to storm off into danger.”
Chika, still smirking, leaned in closer, brushing his fingers along your shoulder. “Yeah. You’re mad, we get it. And you’re angry, fine. But that doesn’t mean we’re letting go.”
You huffed, still struggling slightly, exasperation mixing with the helplessness of being carried. “…I said I’m mad. That doesn’t mean I asked to be manhandled like this!”
Yamato’s eyes darkened, but only a fraction. “And you’re still gonna get mad,” he said, teasingly low. “So either stop squirming, or—”
“Or what?!” you shouted, cutting him off, chest heaving, glare sharp as knives. “I’m furious at both of you! You cornered me, accused me, wouldn’t let me speak, and now you’re holding me hostage like some… some—”
Chika chuckled softly, reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “We know,” he said simply. “We know. And that’s why we won’t let you go. Not now, not like this.”
You froze, exasperation warring with the undeniable, simmering tension of being caught between them. You weren’t powerless, not really—but in that moment, they had you exactly where they wanted: furious, vulnerable, and undeniably theirs, even as they let you stew in every ounce of frustration you had left.
You let out another huff, and Yamato chuckled, the sound low and amused, before pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. “Good girl,” he murmured, voice teasing yet soft.
You glared up at him through narrowed eyes, turning your head away, cheeks burning, throat tight from a mix of indignation and the fluttering of heat you refused to admit. Chika leaned close, brushing a hand along your hip, smirking just enough to remind you that they were enjoying every second of your flustered state.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten the attitude,” Chika whispered, fingers brushing against your ribs teasingly, making you flinch despite yourself. “But I like it.”
You scoffed, swatting his hand lightly. “I hate you two sometimes.”
“Not really,” Yamato said with a grin, adjusting you slightly in his arms as he led the way. “You love us too much to mean it.”
“Shut up,” you muttered, rolling your eyes but letting your arms relax a fraction. The fight drained out of you as they guided you down the streets, their presence firm, unwavering, protective. Frustration and heat tangled inside you, leaving your body tense, aware, and unwillingly attentive.
The walk was quiet for a few moments, punctuated only by your huffs and the occasional teasing comment from Chika or Yamato. Despite your anger, a sense of relief crept in—the storm of the night, the fight, and even your argument with them had left you raw and alive, but safe, tethered to the two people who had brought you here.
Finally, Yamato’s apartment building loomed ahead, a modest structure tucked into the quiet of the night. He adjusted his hold on you, shifting your weight slightly so you could see him clearly. “Almost there,” he said simply, though the subtle smirk on his face told you he still planned on teasing you once inside.
The elevator ride was short but suffocatingly intimate. Chika pressed close, shoulders brushing against yours, his hand occasionally grazing your side as if testing how much resistance he’d get. Your muscles tensed, instinctively trying to push back, but the warmth of Yamato’s arms around you made it impossible to truly resist.
When the doors opened, Yamato stepped out first, guiding you carefully behind him, while Chika flanked you, his fingers occasionally brushing the small of your back. The hallway was quiet, the kind of silence that made every heartbeat feel louder. You let out a long exhale, though the frustration and heat still lingered, coiling in your chest and between your thighs.
Finally, they guided you into Yamato’s apartment. The door closed behind you with a soft click, cutting off the night outside and leaving the three of you in a cocoon of warmth, tension, and unsaid things. Yamato set you down gently, his hands lingering on your waist as if to remind you you weren’t going anywhere. Chika leaned casually against the wall nearby, smirk tugging at his lips, watching you like a predator sizing up prey.
“Comfortable?” Yamato asked, though the teasing lilt in his voice betrayed him.
You crossed your arms, glaring, cheeks still flushed. “Don’t get used to it,” you muttered. “I’m still mad at both of you.”
Chika chuckled softly, leaning closer. “Good. Means you’re still alive,” he teased, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm.
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, cheeks burning, and shot him a glare that did little to hide the mix of frustration and lingering embarrassment. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, though the tightness in your chest from the fight and adrenaline left you weak and shaky.
Yamato stepped closer, his hands brushing your shoulders with gentle insistence. “Sit down,” he instructed softly, his tone firm but caring. You tried to resist with a flicker of stubbornness, but your muscles were trembling, and the ache in your ribs reminded you that he wasn’t going to leave you standing. With a resigned sigh, you let him guide you to the couch, sinking onto the cushions with a small wince.
Chika crouched carefully in front of you, kneeling on the floor, his dark eyes scanning your torso with an intensity that made your heart flutter even though you were still angry. “You’re bruised worse than I thought,” he murmured. “We need to fix that before it gets worse.”
“I’m fine,” you said quickly, but the tension in your jaw and the sharp intake of breath when you shifted proved otherwise.
“Nope,” Yamato interrupted, his hands sliding under your arms to help adjust your position. “You’re not fine, and you’re not walking around like this without help. We’re taking care of you, whether you like it or not.”
You let out a sharp exhale, half frustration, half exhaustion, but allowed them to work together. Yamato’s hands were careful as they lifted your arms just enough to gently peel your shirt over your head. The fabric caught slightly on your bruised ribs, and you hissed softly. His hands lingered for a moment on your shoulders, brushing lightly but reassuringly. Chika’s fingers trailed along your sides, deliberately gentle, grounding you.
“Careful with your ribs,” Chika reminded, his voice soft, almost intimate. “We don’t want to make it worse.”
You pressed your arms instinctively over your chest, a mix of modesty and residual irritation making you hesitate. Yamato’s thumbs brushed against the sore areas anyway, spreading warmth over the tender spots. “Let us,” he said quietly, almost coaxing. The touch was light, soothing, and despite the sting from the bruises, it made your muscles loosen fractionally.
Chika crouched closer, producing a small tube of ointment. He glanced at Yamato, a silent communication passing between them, before applying a thin layer to your ribs. The coolness of the ointment contrasted with the warmth of their hands, sending an unexpected shiver through you. Yamato’s hands hovered near yours, steadying you without ever being overbearing.
Chika’s fingers lingered along your face, brushing lightly against the scratches and dirt that had smudged your skin during the fight. “You need this too,” he murmured, spreading the ointment gently over the small cuts on your cheek and jawline. The touch was tender, deliberate, and intimate in a way that made your pulse spike. “Can’t have my favorite fighter walking around like this.”
You let out a low groan, frustration mixing with a warmth you refused to name. “Stop treating me like a kid,” you muttered, though the bite in your tone was softened by the sensation of their fingers against your skin.
Yamato chuckled softly, pressing a hand gently against your waist. “Not a kid,” he said, voice low and deliberate. “Just… someone we’re not letting get hurt.”
Chika’s smirk softened, and he brushed a stray lock of hair away from your eyes. “Exactly. Even if you’re stubborn enough to act like you don’t need us.”
The slow, deliberate care continued. Yamato’s large hands traced along your sides, checking gently for bruises, while Chika’s fingers lingered along your shoulders, collarbone, and jawline, light and teasing but careful. Every touch seemed calculated to remind you of their presence, their strength, and their ownership—not in a possessive way, but in a way that tethered you to them, made it impossible to ignore the connection between the three of you.
You shifted slightly, wincing as the ointment touched a particularly tender rib. “Ugh… that stings a little,” you muttered, your voice low and breathless.
“Only a little,” Chika said softly, pressing his fingers a little firmer, guiding the ointment over the bruise. “It’s supposed to help. And if you’re honest, you like it a little.”
You groaned, closing your eyes briefly, anger and embarrassment warring with the undeniable warmth and attention. “I do not,” you mumbled, but the slight tremor in your voice betrayed you.
Yamato leaned closer, his hands brushing against your sides again, firm but tender. “Stop pretending,” he said, voice low and teasing. “We can feel how tense you are. You’re not mad at us that much—you’re just… worked up.”
You huffed again, letting your head fall back slightly against the couch, exhaling in a mix of frustration and exhaustion. Chika’s hand lingered against your jaw, brushing down your neck lightly, while Yamato’s hands continued their careful work over your ribs, never too rough, always deliberate.
Despite yourself, the tension in your body began to ease. The combination of care, intimacy, and subtle teasing left you simultaneously furious, embarrassed, and achingly aware of how alive their attention made you feel. For the first time since the argument and the fight, you felt a small part of your anger soften, though your chest still rose and fell unevenly with the lingering frustration.
And all the while, they didn’t let you go. Their hands, their presence, their care tethered you to them, grounding you even as your mind spun with a mix of irritation, embarrassment, and undeniable longing.
Yamato shifted gently, gathering you into his arms with ease, and guided you down so that you were sitting on his lap. Your body pressed lightly against his chest, warmth radiating from him, and your arms fell loosely to your sides, still tense, still uncertain how to react.
“We’re… sorry,” Yamato began, his voice low, roughened slightly with emotion. “For earlier. For accusing you without listening, for—”
Chika leaned close from the side, his hand brushing lightly along your ribs as he finished, “…for making you feel like we didn’t trust you. Because we do. We trust you. We just…” He let out a soft sigh, eyes dark and intent on yours. “…we messed up.”
You pressed your lips into a thin line, glaring at both of them but letting them continue. Your chest rose and fell unevenly, the tension still coiled tight, your pride battling with the undeniable pull of their closeness.
Chika leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. It was slow, almost tentative, yet deliberate enough to make your pulse spike. Yamato shifted slightly behind you, his lips trailing along your neck, nape, and shoulders, sending shivers down your spine. His hands moved gently along your sides, rubbing soothing circles over the bruises while still maintaining the weight and security of his hold.
“Do you feel how sorry we are?” Chika murmured against your lips, pulling back just enough to let his breath fan over your cheek, teasing but full of intent.
Yamato’s mouth followed a slow path along your neck, nipping lightly at the tender skin, while his large hands pressed into your sides, kneading softly over the ointment you had allowed him to put on earlier. The combination of tenderness, apology, and subtle possessiveness sent a wave of warmth through you, stirring emotions you weren’t ready to admit.
You shifted slightly, chest heaving, trying to steady your breathing. “I… you can’t just—” you began, but your words caught in your throat as Yamato’s lips brushed over a sensitive spot on your collarbone, Chika’s hand tracing lightly along your arm in response to your subtle movements.
Chika’s voice was a soft whisper against your temple. “We’re showing you, not just saying it. Sorry doesn’t always need words, you know.”
Yamato’s lips continued their slow, torturous path across your shoulders and neck, teeth lightly grazing where the skin was tender, while his hands rubbed over your sides with firm, careful pressure. Each movement was deliberate, teasing, intimate, grounding you while simultaneously igniting a heat that made it impossible to think clearly.
You let out a low groan, your body reacting despite the storm of pride and anger still clinging to you. Their closeness, their careful touches, and the lingering scent of them made it impossible to deny that you were theirs in that moment, tethered not only by your anger and frustration but by something far deeper, far more intimate.
Chika leaned in again, brushing a hand along your jaw and down your neck, lips ghosting over yours just enough to tease, to provoke, to remind you that their apology wasn’t just words—it was a promise.
And Yamato’s hands continued their ministrations, kneading, rubbing, and holding you firmly in place, his lips lingering over sensitive spots along your shoulders and nape, letting the rhythm of touch speak louder than any argument, any accusation ever could.
Chika’s lips trailed toward your neck, brushing lightly over the tender skin just beneath your jaw. You couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped, heat and embarrassment flooding through you. Every nerve in your body seemed to spark at his touch, at the soft pressure of his mouth against yours.
Yamato tilted your head gently, guiding your gaze toward him, and you met his dark, intent eyes. The anger that had been coiled tight inside you didn’t vanish—it mingled with the raw ache building between your thighs, the fluttering pulse of anticipation, and the shiver of want that you refused to admit out loud.
Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, lips brushing yours in a soft, almost tentative kiss. His hands held you close, pressing just enough to ground you, to let you feel the weight of him, the strength of him, the undeniable care beneath every touch.
Chika didn’t stop. His lips nipped lightly along the side of your neck, teasing, coaxing, sending shivers down your spine. His hand drifted over your arm, thumb rubbing circles over your skin in a way that was almost tender, almost possessive.
You parted your lips slightly under Yamato’s kiss, a soft sound of surrender escaping you despite your lingering pride and frustration. Your body pressed closer against him instinctively, chest rising and falling against his, every muscle alert, every nerve alive with their simultaneous tenderness and subtle dominance.
Yamato deepened the kiss just enough to make your pulse stutter, while Chika’s lips moved lower along your neck, teeth grazing lightly over sensitive skin. Their combined attention left you dizzy, flushed, and achingly aware of how much you had been wanting this—wanted them—even as your mind argued, even as your pride screamed, you’re still mad at them.
Your hands twitched, unsure whether to push them away or hold them closer. You let out a shaky breath, chest rising, heart hammering. Their care, their touches, their apologies—it wasn’t just words anymore. It was intimacy, apology, reassurance, and desire all tangled together, drawing you further into them than any argument or fight ever could.
Chika’s lips trailed down toward the curve of your shoulder as Yamato’s hands shifted slightly to rub your sides again, pressing you snugly into his lap. You whimpered softly, overwhelmed, caught between fury, embarrassment, and the undeniable, magnetic pull of both of them.
And in that suspended moment, it was clear: you were theirs, for better or worse, whether you wanted to admit it or not.
Yamato’s hands stayed firm on your sides, holding you close as Chika’s lips continued to trail along your neck, each gentle nip and brush leaving a trail of heat behind. Your pulse hammered in your chest, your pride still flickering beneath the haze of desire, frustration, and lingering anger.
“We should… move,” Yamato murmured against your lips, tilting your chin up slightly to meet his gaze. The intensity in his dark eyes left no room for argument, but his tone carried that same teasing warmth you had come to know. “Somewhere more… private.”
Chika let out a low hum of agreement, brushing his fingers lightly down your arm. “Yeah,” he added, lips still ghosting over your collarbone. “So we can… make this up to you properly.”
Your cheeks flushed hotter, part indignation, part anticipation. “…You really don’t give me a choice, do you?” you muttered, voice trembling slightly, though your hands twitched toward them reflexively despite your words.
“Not really,” Yamato admitted with a small smirk, leaning in to press a fleeting kiss to your lips. “But I think you’ll survive.”
Chika’s hand slid to your waist, squeezing gently as he stepped back slightly to guide you. “C’mon, then,” he said softly, voice low and teasing. “Bedroom’s this way.”
Yamato shifted you in his lap so you could stand more easily, keeping a firm hand at your lower back as you stumbled slightly from both exhaustion and anticipation. Your body hummed with awareness, every touch from both of them leaving your nerves taut, your chest rising and falling unevenly.
The walk to the bedroom was quiet but electric. Every brush of Chika’s fingers along your hip, every small adjustment Yamato made to steady you, felt deliberate, intimate. You were acutely aware of their proximity, the heat radiating from both of them, the subtle power dynamics at play—teasing, protective, and possessive all at once.
When the bedroom door closed behind you with a soft click, Yamato shifted you back into his lap for just a moment, his hands pressing into your sides as if to make sure you were fully present with him. Chika leaned in from behind, brushing a hand down your spine, teasing your shoulder blades.
“You’re still mad,” Chika murmured, voice low and husky, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “But you’re here, aren’t you?”
“And you can’t resist us,” Yamato added, voice rough against your collarbone, lips grazing over the sensitive skin there. His hands moved gently over your sides, rubbing slow, firm circles, pressing the lingering sting from earlier bruises into warmth and attention.
You let out a shaky breath, chest rising and falling unevenly. “…I’m still furious,” you whispered, voice low but trembling.
Chika chuckled softly, pressing a fleeting kiss to your jaw. “Good,” he murmured. “Means we’re doing this right.”
Yamato’s hands held you firmly, grounding you, while Chika’s lips traced a slow, teasing path along your neck and shoulders. The combination of pressure and featherlight kisses made your body tense and melt all at once. Despite the warmth flooding through you, the anger you’d been holding onto still simmered beneath the surface.
“Is it… okay if we tie you up?” Chika asked softly, his voice low and careful, yet carrying an edge of playful insistence. He held a scarf in his hands, dangling it between you.
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest in mock defiance. “Do you think I have a choice.” you muttered, though the heat in your cheeks betrayed your frustration—and anticipation.
Yamato’s thumb brushed lightly over your cheek. “We’ll make it up to you,” he promised, voice low and unwavering, a warmth that made your heart flutter. “I swear.”
Their hands worked together, steady and confident, guiding you onto the bed. The scarf wrapped gently around your wrists, soft but secure, holding you in place. You pressed back into the mattress, muscles taut with a mix of frustration, anticipation, and something deeper that burned low in your chest.
“Tight?” Chika asked, his voice teasing as he adjusted the scarf. You shook your head, trying to keep your pride even as your pulse betrayed your excitement.
He smiled, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. The warmth of his mouth, the teasing pressure of his hand sliding along your side, made your breath catch.
Chika’s hands moved deftly, sliding under the edge of your clothing, undoing your bra with careful precision. His fingers lingered for just a moment, grazing over your skin with deliberate, teasing strokes.
Yamato hovered at the edge of the bed, his gaze dark and intent. His hands brushed over your thighs, kneading lightly, while his lips pressed soft, teasing kisses along the sensitive skin, sending shivers up your spine. Every touch from both of them, every glance, every deliberate pause, made your body hum with tension.
You squirmed lightly, chest rising and falling, caught between frustration and longing. “You’re going to make me insane,” you murmured, voice low and breathless.
Chika’s lips traced back to your jaw, brushing softly along the curve of your neck as he whispered, “Maybe we already have.”
Yamato’s hands continued their slow, teasing ministrations along your thighs, fingers brushing over every sensitive spot, reminding you that you were completely in their hands—even as your pride still burned with the remnants of your earlier anger.
Your body tensed, hips lifting instinctively toward them, even as your mind grumbled, I’m still mad at them. But every teasing kiss, every careful touch, every deliberate movement reminded you that anger and desire were dangerously intertwined.
Chika’s lips captured one of your breasts, tongue tracing slow, tantalizing circles while his fingers pinched and rolled the other. A low hum vibrated against your skin. “You’re so damn sensitive,” he murmured, his voice a mix of amusement and lust. “Even mad, you’re mine to tease.”
Meanwhile, Yamato’s mouth drifted lower, leaving hot, teasing kisses along your hip bone, his tongue flicking over the soft skin there. “God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned. “I could do this all day and never get tired of it.” His words made your knees quiver despite yourself, your breath catching in ragged little gasps.
Chika slid down your torso slowly, his lips leaving a trail of fire, every touch calculated to make you writhe. “Look at you,” he whispered, voice low and almost wicked. “Squirming for us, and you still think you can stay mad?”
Yamato’s hands joined in now, sliding over your thighs, brushing dangerously close to your most sensitive places, but always keeping you on edge, never fully giving in. “You like this, don’t you?” he murmured, eyes locking on yours. “You love being caught between us, don’t lie.”
Your fingers strained against the scarf holding your wrists, desperate to reach them, to pull them closer, but they moved with synchronized precision. Chika kissed and sucked, teasing every nerve ending, while Yamato’s mouth left trails of fire and shivers along your inner thighs.
“You’re shaking,” Chika noted, lips ghosting over your ear, his hot breath making your skin crawl. “God, you’re so wet for us already… still trying to be mad?”
Yamato’s tongue flicked along the curve of your hip again, his voice low and rough. “Don’t fight it, baby. You’re ours tonight. I’ll make sure you remember just how good this feels.”
Your body betrayed your stubborn pride entirely, quivering, arching, responding to every word, every touch, every teasing brush of teeth or tongue. Even as your mind tried to hold onto the remnants of anger, your body was hopelessly surrendered, craving, desperate, and achingly aware of both of them.
Chika’s hands slid up your sides, pressing you closer against the bed, while his lips drifted lower again. “God, you feel so good,” he whispered. “I swear, I could make you beg without even touching—though I plan to touch. A lot.”
Yamato added his own teasing, a deep murmur against your skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re like this. Every moan, every shiver… it’s all for us, isn’t it?”
Caught between their words, their mouths, their hands, you could no longer pretend your anger mattered. Every gasp, every tremor, every whimper was proof: desire had won, and you were theirs—completely, deliciously, and unashamedly.
The final straw came when Yamato finally removed your panties, his mouth immediately descending on your folds. The heat of his tongue lapping at you sent shivers racing up your spine. He lifted your legs onto his shoulders, hands gripping your thighs firmly to keep you open, every motion deliberate, slow, and torturously teasing.
“Oh my god… f-fuck,” you gasped, your eyes rolling back as your body quivered under his skilled attention.
Chika smirked, watching your reaction like a predator savoring the hunt. Without hesitation, he leaned down and captured one of your nipples between his lips, sucking and nipping with a slow, insistent rhythm. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “So needy… and you’re still trying to act mad.”
Yamato groaned against you, dragging soft, teasing circles along your folds with his tongue. “So wet for me,” he murmured, his hands kneading your thighs and hips to keep you open. “You’ve been aching for this, haven’t you?”
Chika moved his hands down your sides, sliding over your ribs and brushing over your stomach, every touch teasing a shiver out of you. “Don’t fight it,” he whispered, lips still on your nipple. “I can feel you trembling. All for us. Admit it—you love being caught between us.”
You could only arch against them, moans escaping in helpless bursts as they continued their coordinated teasing. Yamato’s tongue flicked over the most sensitive parts of you, while Chika alternated between soft, sucking kisses on your breasts and gentle nips along your collarbone. Every gasp, every soft cry, every tremor was fuel for them, and they savored it with slow, deliberate skill.
“God, you taste so good,” Chika murmured, lips brushing your jaw as he nipped lightly. “Every whimper, every shiver… you’re such a mess for us, and you love it, don’t you?”
Yamato hummed against you, hands sliding from your thighs to cup your hips, pressing you flush against him. “You feel so fucking perfect,” he groaned. “Every little sound you make… all mine. All mine to hear.”
They continued their dance of teasing, each movement calculated to keep you on edge, straddling the line between frustration and pure need. Chika’s lips trailed down your stomach, leaving kisses and gentle nips as his hands roamed, teasing your sides and pressing your body flush to the bed. Yamato’s tongue flicked and licked with maddening patience, making it impossible to think, impossible to resist, and impossible to hold onto any lingering anger.
“You’re shaking so much,” Chika murmured, one hand moving to your hair to tilt your head, lips brushing your ear. “So soft, so wet, and all mine… and his. You’re ours, aren’t you? You know it, don’t lie.”
Yamato’s groan deepened as he held you steady, alternating between slow, teasing laps and light, exploratory flicks. “I’ll make sure you remember just how good this feels,” he promised, voice low and rough. “Every little moan, every whimper… it’s all for us. All for me and him.”
Your body trembled, writhing helplessly beneath them, utterly surrendered. The combination of whispered words, teasing touches, and insistent mouths left you floating in a haze of pleasure and anticipation. You were completely, deliciously caught between them, a perfect mix of helplessness and craving, anger now completely forgotten in the heat of their attention.
Chika leaned down to capture your lips briefly, his tongue slipping in just enough to make your knees buckle, while his hands roamed your torso, pressing and teasing your sides, stomach, and breasts with deliberate, teasing attention. “Such a pretty little mess,” he whispered, his lips moving to your shoulder. “All ours tonight.”
Yamato lifted slightly, eyes locking with yours as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. “And we’re just getting started,” he murmured, deep and rough, before returning to his delicious, maddening teasing. “Don’t think you’ll escape us.”
You shivered, hips jerking uncontrollably, moans spilling freely now, each one a testament to their mastery of your body, each gasp an acknowledgment of the delicious torment they had you in.
You shivered, hips jerking uncontrollably, moans spilling freely now, each one a testament to their mastery of your body, each gasp an acknowledgment of the delicious torment they had you in.
Your grip on the scarf tightened as a familiar coil began to twist and tighten in your stomach, a delicious tension building that made your knees quiver. Every flick of Yamato’s tongue, every press of Chika’s lips and hands against your skin, fed it, sending shivers that started at your spine and radiated through your limbs.
Chika leaned closer, his warm breath brushing your collarbone as his hand drifted along your side. “Careful,” he murmured, voice low and teasing, “don’t forget that little bandage.” He tapped lightly against the soft wrap on your upper stomach, the reminder of your earlier injury only adding a strange, heightened sensitivity. “We’ll be gentle… but I don’t promise it’ll be painless in all the right ways.”
Yamato looked up at you from below, eyes dark with hunger and mischief. “Gonna cum?” he asked, his voice a teasing growl.
You glared down at him, cheeks burning, even as your body betrayed your pride. His chin glistened with your essence from before, and the sight made your thighs twitch uncontrollably. You tried to tighten at nothing, trying to reclaim some semblance of control, but it was hopeless.
Chika chuckled softly, lips brushing your neck. “Look at you,” he whispered. “Trying to act all stubborn… but you’re trembling for us. Every little gasp, every shiver—you’re already ours.”
Yamato’s tongue flicked in slow, precise circles, driving you higher, while his hands cupped your hips, keeping you pressed to him. “Such a pretty little mess,” he murmured. “I love the way you shake like this… it’s all mine to make you feel.”
Chika’s fingers danced across your ribs and stomach, teasing lightly, pressing just enough to make your body arch again, and then retreating as if to make you beg for more. “I want to see you lose it,” he whispered, lips brushing over the tip of your shoulder. “I want to hear you scream our names, don’t fight it.”
Your breathing hitched, each flick of Yamato’s tongue, each kiss or pinch from Chika, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. The coil in your stomach tightened, knotted with tension, every nerve ending alive, every sensation magnified.
“Look at you,” Yamato murmured, voice rough with desire. “So wet… so ready… so fucking ours. You’re going to cum for us, aren’t you?”
Chika pressed his lips to yours briefly, capturing a shuddering moan as his hands pressed and teased your sensitive body. “That’s it,” he whispered, voice low and intoxicating. “Give it to us. Let go. You deserve it.”
Your body trembled, hips bucking helplessly against them, moans spilling freely and mingling with Chika’s soft words and Yamato’s low groans. Every touch, every kiss, every flick of tongue or pinch of fingers had pushed you to the edge, the coil in your stomach wound impossibly tight, every nerve screaming with need.
A long, shuddering moan tore from your throat as the tension finally broke, releasing in Yamato’s mouth. Your hands clenched the scarf above you, knuckles white, hips pressing against him without control, trembling from the intensity of it. Yamato’s tongue moved with expert, deliberate pressure, milking every quiver, every gasp, holding you suspended in the delicious, overwhelming sensations of your release.
Chika’s lips and hands didn’t stop; if anything, he intensified, pressing kisses across your chest, nibbling your collarbone, teasing your breasts even more, his hands roaming and kneading with precision. “Such a pretty mess,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “So perfect for us… feel how good you are for us, baby?”
Your moans hitched again, soft and ragged, as Yamato held you steady, whispering against your skin. “Mine… all mine,” he murmured, voice rough with desire. “Feel how much I love this… how much you love it too.”
Your body shuddered, and through ragged gasps you begged for more. “P-please… don’t stop,” you moaned, arms going numb against the scarf’s restraint, fingers trembling as you tried to reach them. The helplessness, the restraint, the overwhelming stimulation—it all made your desire spike, a desperate, aching craving that demanded attention.
Chika chuckled softly, glancing at Yamato with that shared, knowing look that sent heat straight through you. Slowly, deliberately, they switched positions. Yamato crawled up the bed toward your face, eyes dark with lust, while Chika lowered himself between your legs. The instant his mouth found you again, you gasped, hips jerking uncontrollably as his tongue traced long, deliberate strokes over your folds, teasing, lapping, tasting, driving you wild.
Yamato cupped your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours in a deep, consuming kiss. Tongues tangled, breaths mingled, and the world narrowed to nothing but the heat of his mouth, the wet pressure of Chika beneath you, and the quivering, desperate need radiating through your body.
Chika’s hands slid up your thighs, fingers brushing your sensitive skin before daringly slipping inside you, curling expertly as his mouth lavished attention on your folds. Every flick of his tongue, every teasing suck, combined with the rhythmic press of his fingers, made your hips jerk, your back arch, your hands straining uselessly against the restraints.
“F-fuck… oh god, Chika…” you moaned, body trembling, unable to form coherent thoughts as pleasure spiraled through you.
Yamato groaned into your kiss, his tongue teasing yours, hands roaming your torso, cupping and kneading your breasts with firm, deliberate pressure. “Mine… all mine,” he whispered between kisses, voice low and possessive. “Every shiver, every gasp… it’s for me and him. For us.”
Chika’s fingers moved faster now, curling inside you, hitting spots that made your body shudder violently. His tongue flicked and swirled over your clit, the combined overstimulation overwhelming your senses. You were trembling, shaking, moaning, crying out his name and Yamato’s without control, your body betraying every ounce of pride and restraint.
“Oh… fuck… I can’t…” you gasped, hips bucking against nothing but air as Chika’s mouth and fingers pushed you to the brink. “Y-Yamato… Chika… I’m—”
Yamato’s hands pressed you down gently but firmly, holding you in place as he kissed you harder, swallowing your gasps, his mouth trailing down to your jaw, your neck, whispering filthy words against your skin. “Let go for us,” he murmured. “You’re ours… you feel so good for us.”
Chika hummed against you, the vibration sending electric shivers through your body, his fingers curling expertly inside, while his mouth teased and devoured every sensitive patch, overstimulating you mercilessly. The coil in your stomach snapped, spiraling outward in an explosive wave as your second orgasm hit—violent, overwhelming, leaving you gasping and trembling. Warmth gushed from you, a mix of pure pleasure and release, as your body quivered uncontrollably, utterly undone.
Yamato continued to kiss and hold you, grounding you as Chika’s mouth and fingers worked in perfect unison, prolonging the overstimulation just enough to keep you suspended between pleasure and delirium. Every gasp, every arch, every tremor was a testament to their mastery, their intimate coordination, their unrelenting desire to drive you wild.
When the spasms finally ebbed, your body sagged against them, trembling and soaked, but their hands, mouths, and whispers didn’t relent immediately. Chika’s lips drifted back to your breasts, teasing and sucking softly, while Yamato kissed your lips and jaw, murmuring low, possessive praises. “So good… so perfect… all mine,” he whispered.
You were utterly spent, utterly theirs, trembling from head to toe, every nerve ending alive, every inch of you buzzing from the overstimulation, yet acutely aware that this night, this pleasure, was far from over.
“Do you want more, baby?” Yamato asked, his palm warm against your cheek. You instinctively leaned into his touch, pressing your face closer.
“Yes,” you breathed, voice shaky, desperate.
With a shared grin, Chika and Yamato carefully untied your wrists, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to each hand the moment it became free. The restraint had left your skin tingling, a faint red imprint of their care and control, and even the gentle release made you quiver anew.
Yamato shifted beneath you, eyes dark and possessive. “Come on, then,” he murmured, tugging you down so that you straddled him. The heat of his body beneath yours made your chest press against him, every inch of your sensitive skin alive with anticipation.
Chika moved over you, leaning close, lips brushing your ear. “You feel so good sitting on him,” he whispered, voice rough and teasing. “I’ve been waiting to see you like this… all mine, all for us.”
Your heart raced as you felt Chika press his hips against yours, his hands roaming your sides while Yamato’s hands gripped your waist, holding you steady. Both of their pants had finally been moved aside, leaving nothing between your combined heat and theirs.
“God, look at you,” Yamato groaned, tilting your chin up for a searing kiss. “So wet, so ready… so perfect for us.”
Chika’s lips moved to your neck, teeth grazing gently as his hands slid down your stomach. “You’re dripping for me already, baby,” he murmured. “And you’re going to take all of us, aren’t you?”
You moaned, leaning into them, body quivering with need. “Yes… please,” you whispered, your voice trembling.
“Good girl,” Yamato purred, voice low and rough. “Ride me like you mean it. Show me how much you want us.”
Chika’s hand slid between your thighs again, teasing along your folds as he nipped lightly at your shoulder. “Don’t hold back, baby,” he murmured, voice low and intoxicating. “Take every inch of us. You’re ours tonight.”
Yamato positioned himself beneath you, his hands gripping your hips, guiding you down onto him with slow, deliberate pressure. You felt the fullness, the heat of him pressing into you, your body stretching and adjusting around him, every nerve alive and alert.
Chika pressed close from behind, his body aligning perfectly, hands resting on your hips and thighs to keep you steady. The sensation of his presence behind you, firm and insistent, pressed against your most sensitive parts, adding a delicious, overwhelming depth to the pleasure coursing through you.
Your back arched instinctively, every movement a response to the dual pressure and warmth surrounding you. Yamato groaned beneath you, his hands firm on your hips, guiding each tilt and roll of your body. “So good… all mine,” he murmured, voice rough. “Feel how perfect you are for both of us.”
Chika’s lips brushed your neck, teeth grazing lightly, while his hands teased and held you in place. “You’re ours, baby,” he whispered, voice low and rough. “Mine… and his. Every shiver, every gasp… it’s all for us.”
Your moans trembled out, soft and ragged. “I… I’m ready… please,” you gasped, trying to keep your body steady under the overwhelming sensations. “I want… I want you both.”
Yamato pressed a finger to your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Good girl… just relax, let us guide you,” he whispered, voice low and possessive. “I’m right here… feel me, feel him. Take your time.”
Chika’s lips pressed to your ear, teeth grazing your earlobe. “Breathe for me, baby,” he murmured, voice husky. “I know you’re tense. That’s perfect—we love every little shiver. Let go for us, let your body speak.”
Your hips quivered, and you nodded, shivering under his touch. “I… I’m trying… don’t… don’t hurt me,” you whispered, voice shaky, body trembling at the sensation of being held and stretched from both sides.
Yamato’s hands cupped your hips firmly, thumbs brushing along your sensitive skin. “I won’t, baby. Just ride me… when you’re ready, you’ll tell us,” he murmured. “We’ll follow you… all of you.”
Chika’s fingers brushed along your sides, teasing lightly, pressing just enough to make you shiver. “That’s it… perfect,” he whispered. “You feel so good… so ready… let us feel you relax for us.”
You gasped, arching slightly, trying to steady your breathing. “I… I’m ready,” you finally murmured, voice shaky but filled with need. “Please… move now… please.”
Both men groaned softly, their bodies pressing just a little closer as they synchronized, waiting for your signal before the first deliberate, slow thrust. Yamato’s hands held your hips as he let you adjust to him fully, while Chika’s hands pressed along your waist and thighs, steadying you, whispering praises and encouragement.
“You’re perfect,” Yamato murmured, lips brushing your shoulder. “So wet, so responsive… every inch of you is ours.”
Chika pressed his cheek to your neck, lips ghosting over your skin. “You feel so amazing stretched like this, baby… so tight, so soft, so ours. That’s it… just relax into us.”
You whimpered, pressing your forehead against Yamato’s chest. “I… I feel… so full… I’m… I’m yours,” you gasped, your voice trembling from the overstimulation and their careful, teasing closeness.
“Good girl,” Chika whispered, lips moving down to your shoulder, nipping lightly. “Take it all, every inch. You’re ours tonight… every little shiver, every moan, every gasp—it’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
Yamato kissed the side of your neck, murmuring, “Mine… and his. Just let go for us… let your body move with us. No holding back, baby.”
You trembled, trying to steady yourself, taking slow, shuddering breaths as the tension coiled tight in your stomach, every nerve alive. With their whispered encouragements, their steady hands, and the warmth pressing from both sides, you felt your body finally begin to loosen, ready to move with them, ready to ride the waves of pleasure they were about to set in motion.
Your nails dug into Yamato's tatted chest as both of their pace started to increase, the slick heat of their skin slapping against yours with every synchronized movement. Each thrust pressed you deeper into overstimulation, your body quivering from the dual sensations, every nerve ending alive and screaming with need.
“Fuck… so good—so tight,” Yamato groaned, voice low and rough, lips brushing your shoulder as he pressed his forehead against yours. “Mine… all mine… every shiver, every gasp—it’s perfect.”
Chika’s lips brushed your neck, teeth grazing lightly, his hands kneading your hips to keep you steady. “Look at you, baby—you feel so good—so wet, so responsive… all ours,” he murmured, voice husky. “Every little shiver, every tremble—it’s ours to hear.”
Your body shuddered violently as the combined pressure and motion overwhelmed you, hips moving almost on their own, rolling against Yamato and grinding back into Chika. “Oh—oh god—both of you—I can’t…” you moaned, voice breaking, body trembling. “It’s too much… feels so—so good!”
Yamato groaned into your ear, brushing a kiss along your jaw. “Such a good girl—taking all of us—so wet, so tight, perfect,” he murmured. “Mine… all mine… feel it—feel how perfect you are for us.”
Chika’s lips trailed down to your shoulder, teeth grazing softly, fingers tightening slightly around your hips. “So good, baby—you’re trembling all over. So responsive… so ours,” he breathed. “Take it all—you love it, don’t you? You love being filled by both of us.”
“Yes—I love it—I’m yours—both of you—oh fuck!” you gasped, your back arching as waves of overstimulation surged through you. The dual sensation of being stretched, filled, and pressed from both sides had your mind spinning, moans spilling freely, body trembling uncontrollably.
Yamato shifted slightly beneath you, his hands holding your hips steady as he whispered low, possessive words. “Ride me—move with us, baby—let every shiver, every gasp be ours,” he murmured, lips brushing the side of your neck.
Chika pressed closer from behind, teeth grazing your ear. “You feel so good, baby—so fucking perfect. Every inch, every tremble—it’s ours. Every sound you make belongs to us,” he whispered.
Your chest heaved, sweat slick against your skin, your body quivering violently under their combined rhythm. Every thrust, every grind, every slap of skin against skin pushed you higher, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter, threatening to break into an uncontrollable wave of pleasure.
“Oh fuck—oh fuck—don’t stop—please—both of you!” you moaned, nails digging deeper into Yamato’s chest, body trembling, hips bucking desperately. “I—I can’t hold it—so full—so—so good—ah!”
Yamato and Chika groaned in unison, their own pleasure and desire fueling each movement, whispering low, possessive praises against your skin. “Mine… all mine—yours for us, baby,” Yamato breathed.
“You’re ours, baby—so good, so tight, so wet—take it all,” Chika added, lips pressing to your neck again.
The combination of dual pressure, constant movement, and whispered encouragement left your body taut, trembling, and on the edge—overstimulated in every sense. Every nerve, every inch of your body, was alive with the sensation of being utterly and completely claimed by both of them.
“I—I’m gonna—oh god, I’m gonna cum!” you moaned, nails digging into Yamato’s chest, body quivering uncontrollably.
“That’s it, baby—let go for us,” Yamato groaned, pressing his forehead against yours, lips brushing the side of your face. “Ride it—feel it—all for us.”
Chika pressed his lips to your ear, teeth grazing lightly as his hands held your hips. “Take every bit, baby—let yourself feel everything. Mine… all mine, and his… all yours to give,” he whispered, voice low and intoxicating.
At your cry, they both began to move with a steady, insistent rhythm, pistoning inside you in perfect synchrony. The dual sensation—deep, full, encompassing every sensitive nerve—made your body arch violently, your breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Good girl… feel how wet you are, how perfect you are for us,” Yamato murmured, fingers digging slightly into your hips as he pressed upward with each thrust.
Chika groaned into your ear, hands holding you firmly, his mouth brushing along your shoulder. “That’s it… scream for us, baby. Every shiver, every gasp… it’s ours. Let go for us—you’re ours.”
The overstimulation was overwhelming, every nerve alight with pleasure, your hips bucking uncontrollably against both of them. The coil in your stomach snapped, releasing in a wave of pure, shuddering ecstasy that left you gasping, trembling, and utterly spent.
“Oh—oh god—yes! I’m cumming! I’m cumming for you!” you cried, voice breaking, body quivering violently as your orgasm rippled through you.
Yamato groaned, voice rough and low, and leaned down to kiss your neck while his thrusts continued, timed with Chika’s steady, relentless pace from behind. “Mine—feel it all for us, baby—let go,” he murmured.
Chika’s lips pressed against your jaw, hands gripping your hips. “That’s it, baby—take us both—you’re ours. So fucking perfect,” he breathed, fingers and body driving you higher even as your orgasm coursed through you.
Then, almost simultaneously, they followed, filling you with their release, the warmth of them both inside you, pressing and filling you completely. You trembled against them, your body shaking from the combination of overstimulation, pleasure, and the sensation of being utterly taken by them.
“Fuck—so good—so perfect—you’re perfect for us,” Yamato groaned, voice rough with desire, pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder as his hands held you firmly.
Chika pressed closer from behind, lips brushing your neck, whispering low, possessive praises. “Mine… all mine… all yours, baby. Every moan, every tremble—it’s ours. You feel so good, taking both of us.”
Your body shivered as they both slowly pulled out, leaving you achingly empty, their warmth slipping from you, trickling down your thighs. The overstimulation left your muscles trembling, your breath shallow, nerves still sparking from the intensity.
Immediately, Yamato’s arms were there, strong and grounding, gathering you carefully against his chest while Chika pressed soft kisses along your shoulder and spine, his touch lighter now, reverent instead of teasing. They shifted you gently, easing you back onto the bed, your body cradled between them as though you were something fragile, precious.
The scarf was long forgotten, your wrists free, and as Yamato took your hands in his, he lifted them to his lips. He pressed lingering kisses to each mark the binding had left, whispering apologies against your skin. “Sorry, baby… sorry if we pushed too hard.” His voice was rough, not from desire now, but from emotion.
Chika slid closer from behind, tucking himself against your back, one arm slipping around your waist. His palm rested flat against your stomach, his touch cautious around the bandage there. “You scared me earlier with that injury,” he murmured, brushing his lips against the nape of your neck. “And then we made it worse by doubting you. We shouldn’t have. We were jealous idiots.”
You blinked, your lashes heavy, exhaustion tugging at your limbs, but their words cut through the haze. “You really hurt me,” you admitted softly, your voice hoarse from moaning and crying out.
Yamato cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking gently as his forehead pressed to yours. “I know. And we hate ourselves for it. We’ll spend every day making it right if you let us,” he murmured, voice low and earnest.
Chika’s fingers intertwined with yours, his grip gentle but firm, grounding you. “We don’t just want to fuck you, baby. We want you,” he said, voice rougher but tender. “We want you for real… no more bullshit, no more games. Be ours.”
Your throat tightened, eyes stinging despite yourself. You exhaled shakily, then whispered, “I don’t even know how you could think I’d do anything to hurt you…”
Yamato pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. “We were stupid, baby. We let our pride and jealousy get in the way. That’s not you—that’s us. You’re the one who’s perfect, who’s been so patient with us, even when we were acting like idiots.”
Chika’s hand slid down to rest over Yamato’s on your hip, squeezing lightly. “We’ve wanted you for so long, and we didn’t even realize how scared we were of… losing you. But now? We just—want you. Completely. No games, no doubts.”
You shifted slightly, pressing your cheek into Yamato’s chest, inhaling his scent, feeling Chika’s warmth against your back. “So… you’re saying—no more lies, no more pretending?”
“Exactly,” Yamato whispered, lips brushing your hair. “No more pretending. We want you to be ours—and we want to be yours.”
Chika nuzzled into your neck, a soft hum vibrating against your skin. “Mine—and his, baby. You’re perfect for us, and we’re done hiding how much we want you. You’ve always been ours, even when we were too stupid to say it properly.”
You let out a shaky laugh, exhausted but touched, curling further between them. “You two are never living this down,” you murmured, voice weak but affectionate.
“Good,” Yamato said with a small grin against your temple. “Because we’ll be reminding you every single day.”
Chika chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “And we’ll show you, baby. Every single day. No more doubts—no more hiding. Just us, and you, together.”
You exhaled slowly, body relaxing completely into them, cocooned by their warmth. “Okay… I’m yours,” you whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss first to Yamato’s lips, then turning slightly to give Chika one as well. Both kisses were tender, lingering, and full of promise—far different from the desperate heat earlier.
They smiled against you, pressing small, lingering kisses to your cheeks and temple. You rested there, sandwiched between them, your eyelids heavy, your heart finally calm. In the quiet, intimate warmth, you knew—this time, there was no game. No pretenses. Just the three of you, tangled together, and completely, utterly real.
fluff. he thought there was no other way to make him love you more until he saw you in his clothes.
UMEMIYA HAJIME
It was unbearably hot outside, so you and Umemiya decided to spend the day indoors, lounging on the couch and eating ice cream while watching some random show on Netflix. You thank the people who decided to create the air conditioning, and the ice cream felt heavenly against your tongue.
Halfway through the second episode, you managed to get a dollop of ice cream on your shirt. "Ugh, I'll be right back," you said, heading to the bedroom to change.
You rummaged through your drawers but couldn't find anything, then you stopped at a very interesting design as you grabbed one of Umemiya's shirts from the closet. It was soft and smelled like him, instantly making you feel cozy.
When you returned to the living room, you saw Umemiya's eyes widen and his jaw drop. In his shock, he accidentally let go of his ice cream, which fell to the ground with a splat.
"Ume, what was that for?" you asked, grabbing a wipe to clean up the mess.
It was strangely quiet, and when you looked up, you saw him staring at you with heart eyes, a blush spreading across his cheeks, and a huge, adoring smile on his face. His hand was clutching his chest dramatically.
"PUMPKIN, YOU ARE SO CUTE!" he screamed, fangirling, waving his imaginary tail like a little puppy. The sight was absolutely adorable. He started to pull off his own t-shirt, "PLEASE PUT THIS ONE!" You laughed and stopped him, "Another time, baby."
Days later, you were doing the laundry and noticed most of the clothes in the basket were Umemiya's. Little did you know, he had secretly left most of his shirts in your wardrobe during his sleepovers. But that was a secret, a sweet gesture of his love that you didn't need to know about.
TAKIISHI CHIKA
You woke up early on a lazy Sunday morning, the sun just beginning to filter through the curtains as you stroll into the kitchen, trying to find something to eat while dressed in your boyfriend's shirt that somehow became your pajama. The faint scent of his cologne that still lingers on was very comforting and calming, it made you more lovesick.
Takiishi, still half-asleep, shuffles into the kitchen, wondering why did you left. His hair is tousled and his eyes are still heavy with sleep, but when he sees you standing by the counter in his shirt ... he doesn't say anything per usual, as he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. It's his shirt, the one you brought, not Endo. His warmth envelops you, and you can feel his steady heartbeat against your back. Despite just waking up, he finds peace, feeling so comfortable that he can drift back to sleep.
"You'd make a good teddy bear," you tease gently, turning in his embrace to face him. His expression is as calm as ever, but you can't help but notice the small smile that he tried to hide. "My pillow disappeared," he murmurs, his voice still husky with sleep. Well, of course, you are his personal pillow and blanket, but you didn't mind that at all.
With a groan, you realize you'll have to bring him back to bed. Gently, you guide him out of the kitchen, his arms still loosely around you playing with the shirt, as you lead him down the hallway. He leans on you heavily, his steps slow and relaxed, completely trusting you to guide him to where he can rest again.
As you reach the bedroom, he stirs slightly, murmuring a soft thank you against your neck. You can't help but smile at his sleepy self, carefully helping him settle into bed. He snuggles under the covers, pulling you close so you're curled up against his chest and he will always be close to you either with his arms around your body or with his shirt on you.
TOGAME JO
You really wanted to go to the store, and so you did, grabbing the first jacket you saw on your way out. It was a bit oversized, and you didn't think much about it. When you returned home, you were met with a scene of mild chaos. Your boyfriend, Togame Jo, had turned the house upside down.
"Jo, what are you doing?" you asked, taking off your shoes and looking at the scattered items.
"I can't find my Shishitoren jacke—" He paused mid-sentence, turning to look at you. There you were, standing in the doorway, wearing the very jacket he was searching for. A soft smile spread across his face. "It looks good on you, doll."
Realization dawned on you. You had grabbed his jacket by mistake. Well, you wouldn't lie—you did look pretty good in it. "I'm sorry, I'll take it off," you said, starting to remove it. Togame made a slow, dismissive gesture with his hand. "No, no. Keep it on."
"But don't you need it right now?" you asked, puzzled. "Won't Choji complain because—"
He cut you off with a teasing grin, "They already know who I am. Wear it so they know who that jacket belongs to."
Your heart fluttered at his words. Snuggling into the jacket, you smiled back at him, feeling a warm sense of belonging. Togame stepped closer, wrapping an arm around you.
"Besides," he whispered, "you make it look way better than I ever could."
KAJI REN
Kaji seemed to like hoodies, no he loved hoodies. And he especially loved when you wore them. The sight of you, cozy and snug in his oversized clothing, always made him somehow melt. But now, as he stood shivering at the bus stop, he started to regret his choice of giving you his favorite one. After all, it was cold, and you had forgotten to bring something warmer, leaving him only in his shirt.
"I'm sorry, Ren," you said softly, guilty as you glanced at him. Your boyfriend stood there, his arms wrapped around himself, his breath visible in the chilly air. The bus wouldn’t be here for another 30 minutes, and you could see he was freezing.
He wasn’t that mad, just a little bit, a tiny little bit. But he preferred you to be warm and safe, so when boyfriend duty called, he answered. With a small sigh, you snuggled closer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso, hoping the soft material of the hoodie would warm him up. His initial shiver softened as he felt your embrace, and he glanced down at you.
"Please don't be mad at me," you pleaded, looking up at him with those big, apologetic eyes.
"I am not," he replied, shaking his head. "Just next time, wear one of my hoodies or put something with sleeves," he sounded calm, well his other senses didn't work that well when freezing, as you hummed in response, pressing yourself closer to him as a way to share whatever warmth you could muster.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bus arrived. As you both climbed aboard and found a seat. The heater was a blessing, and you leaned into Kaji, feeling him gradually warm up. He wasn’t mad, but you noticed the sniffles starting the next morning.
Now, as he lays on the couch, wrapped in blankets and surrounded by tissues, you felt even more guilty. Kaji has come down with a cold, and you are taking care of him. You brought him hot tea, fluffed his pillows, and made sure he had everything he needed.
"Ren, I'm so sorry," you said again, placing a hand on his forehead to check his temperature. He looked up at you, his eyes a bit glassy but still filled with affection. And you knew that he would rather be sick than have you catch a cold.
SUO HAYATO
As you finish the final touches in front of the mirror, you can't help but feel a bit nervous. The smooth white silk of the changshan glides against your skin, as you admire how the elegant fabric hugs your form, the intricate patterns catching the light just so. Suo's appreciation for Chinese-styled fashion has always intrigued you, and today, you decided to surprise him by matching his style.
A quick glance at your phone reminds you that Suo is waiting outside, though he texted you saying he’d be there for a while, giving you more time to get ready. With a deep breath, you grab your bag and head out the door.
Stepping outside, you spot him immediately. Your boyfriend stands there, looking effortlessly handsome as always in his own changshan, and a smile playing on his lips. But as his eyes land on you, his expression shifts to one of pleasant surprise.
"Y/N?" he calls out, the amusement and admiration can be heard and seen as he takes a few steps closer, his gaze never leaving you. "Is that my changshan?"
You nod, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. "I wanted to match with you today. Do you like it?" He chuckles, the sound warm and teasing. "Like it? You look amazing. But I must say, you pull it off better than I do."
"I just wanted to try it out. You always look so good in these, and I thought it might be fun." Suo reaches out, gently adjusting a strand of hair that had fallen out of place, his touch is warm, "Well, you certainly succeeded. But now I’m worried everyone will be looking at you instead of me."
You roll your eyes, knowing he's just teasing. "Oh, please. You know you always steal the spotlight." He grins, his hand holding yours as you start to walk together. "Maybe so, but today, you’re the star. I’m really happy you did this, Y/N. It means a lot."
The honesty in his voice makes your heart flutter. "I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you. And maybe… steal some of your fashion secrets."
Suo chuckles, squeezing your hand. "Anytime, Y/N. You know, we could make this a regular thing. Matching outfits and all."
You smile, the idea sounding more and more appealing, "So I will see you wearing Hello Kitty pajama's?" and as you think about how cute he will look in pink pjs while you apply a face mask and watch movies, it makes your heart melt, and he just laughs softly. "Who am I to deny you?"
KIRYU MITSUKI
for my pookie @heartkaji
You’ve borrowed his shirt for the day, its soft fabric with vibrant pastel colors and shapes, a comforting reminder of him, paired with your pink skirt and cute Converse sneakers. The combination makes you feel especially adorable, and you notice the admiring glances from your boyfriend who undoubtedly thinks the same.
Kiryu’s been quiet, his phone in hand more than usual. You’ve caught glimpses of him smiling subtly at the screen, making you assume he’s checking something interesting. Perhaps a new game or a video that caught his eye.
You find a cozy bench and settle down together, your head finding its familiar spot on his shoulder. The day has been perfect, and you close your eyes for a moment, to get a rest from all the walking. When you open them, you notice his phone gallery is open, the screen filled with so many photos.
You tilted your head for a better look. The gallery is full of pictures of you—captured candidly throughout the day. These aren’t just any blurry photos; they look professionally taken, each one perfectly framed and lit. Your heart skips a beat as you realize Kiryu’s secret. Blushing, you nudge him playfully.
"Why didn’t you tell me?”
He looks at you with that calm, gentle cat like smile that always makes your heart melt. “I didn’t want your facial expression to be forced for the picture only.”
His words make your cheeks flush even more. You feel an overwhelming rush of affection for this boy who loves you so deeply, capturing your natural moments with such care. Leaning up, you press a soft kiss to his cheek.
“You’re amazing, you know that?”
Kiryu’s smile widens just a bit, and he pulls you closer. “And you’re beautiful. Wear my clothes more often, they suit you.”
ENDO YAMATO
Endo often went shopping with you, spoiling you with many bags that would pile up during your hangouts. You appreciated his generosity, but sometimes, the sheer number of bags was overwhelming.
Today, home alone, you found yourself rifling through Endo's closet. You slipped into one of his oversized shirts and a pair of his jeans, the latter needing a makeshift belt to stay up. To complete the look, you even drew some lines on your arms to replicate his intricate sleeve tattoos. Standing in front of the mirror, you struck a pose and imitated his voice, "I am Endo Yamato and I'm going to tell you some philosophy shit I don't understand myself." You couldn't help but giggle at your own 'cosplay'' if you can even call it one.
Unbeknownst to you, Endo had come home. He stepped into the room whistling, his phone held up and recording. You froze, eyes wide as you locked gazes with him. He was grinning ear to ear, clearly entertained, while you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you.
Before you could react, the makeshift belt gave way, and his jeans slipped down to the floor. Luckily, the oversized shirt and tank top you wore covered you just enough.
"You didn't see anything. Get out," you stammered, cheeks burning. Endo chuckled, the phone still capturing every moment. "Good impression, although, one note: you forgot to draw this tattoo," he said, pointing to a specific spot on his arm.
You grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him. "I said get out!"
"Right, right," he replied, backing out of the room with a mischievous smile. "But don't beg me to delete the video; you were so cute."
You groaned, knowing you were in for a relentless teasing. "Endo, I swear, if you don't stop…"
But his laughter was already echoing through the hallway, leaving you to change and try to remove the tattoos you drew with a permanent marker. It can't get any worse than this, can it?
SAKURA HARUKA
The sky was clear when you and Sakura set out to run errands for Kotoha, but halfway through your way to the store, the heavens opened up, and a heavy rain began to pour. You dashed for cover, but it was too late. Your white blouse quickly became soaked, clinging to your skin, making you aware of how exposed you felt. With your hands crossed in front of your chest, you glanced over at Sakura.
He was blushing furiously, doing his best not to look directly at you. His eyes darted nervously, and then he shrugged off his jacket. Holding it out to you, he kept his head turned away, the redness creeping up his neck and ears to the tip of his fingers. "H-here," he stammered, his voice soft and gentle.
"Thank you," you said, taking the jacket from his trembling hands. You slipped it on, the warmth from his body still lingering in the fabric. Sakura's scent enveloped you, and you could see him stealing a few glances, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. It was clear he was trying hard to keep his composure.
You stepped closer to him, your heart pounding in your chest. Standing on your toes, you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. "I'll return it tomorrow if it's not a problem."
Sakura.exe had officially stopped working. He stood frozen, eyes wide and lips slightly parted, unable to process what just happened. His cheeks were burning, not from the cold rain but from your touch. "Sure, keep it, yeah," he finally managed to say, his voice shaky.
You laughed softly at his reaction, making a mental note to treat him to something nice next time as a thank you. The rain stopped after not too long, but you were still with his jacket on, and he didn't mind at all. Sakura will probably make you run in the rain again, or do anything else, just to have an excuse to give you the jacket.
BONUS !
KOTOHA + TSUBAKI
using he/him for tsubaki
Guess what time it is? It’s the casual Girl’s Night that occurs on most Fridays. Tonight, you, Kotoha, and Tsubaki are at Tsubaki's house for a sleepover, and the evening is already filled with gossip and laughter. The three of you sit on the living room floor, painting your nails in bright, fun colors while a horror movie plays in the background. You all giggle at the ridiculous actions of the main characters, the jump scares only adding to the fun.
Soon, the nail polish is drying, and you move on to your next activity: karaoke. The living room transforms into your stage as you each take turns singing loudly, the music echoing through the house. Your voices blend together in a chorus of joy, rockstars quite literally.
After the concert, it’s time for the fashion show. You rummage through Tsubaki's closet, matching your clothes with pieces from Kotoha's and Tsubaki's collections. With a dramatic flair, Tsubaki sets up the "runway" in the hallway, grabbing a flashlight to act as the spotlight.
"Lights, camera, action!" Tsubaki shouts, and you begin your strut down the hallway, feeling like a top model. Tsubaki's enthusiasm is infectious as he cheer, "You are so beautiful, Y/N-chan! I knew that skirt would suit you!"
Kotoha's eyes light up with admiration as she sees how her makeup looks on you. "You look stunning, Y/N," she says, her smile genuine and warm, clapping her hands.
The three of you take turns walking the runway, posing and twirling as you go. Tsubaki snaps photos, capturing every glamorous moment. Once satisfied, you all crowd around his phone, reviewing the photos and choosing the best ones to post on your socials.
Just as you hit "post," your phones buzz with notifications. The Bofurin group chat, which is 99% boys, suddenly goes crazy when Tsubaki sends a video of your model walk. Messages flood in, filled with surprised reactions and compliments.
"Is that Y/N?" Tsubaki reads Hiragi's message. "SO CUTE!" Umemiya added, and for some reason, Sakura sent a thumbs-up emoji, don't judge him, he is still learning to use a phone properly.
The Situation (Jabber, Jan, Shido, Endo x Fem Reader)
Summary - You get crossfaded at the function and talk smack to the boys. They decide to prove you wrong.
SMUT WARNING (18+ only): Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Double Penetration, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Cum Eating, Threesome, Overstimulation, Spitting, Spit Roasting, Squirting, Jabber, Jan, Shido, and Endo are their own warnings.
Pairing: Jabber, Jan, Endo, Shdiou x Fem Reader
A/N: Thank y’all for 100 followers on Tumblr? This was the old note before y’all blessed me with 300. Thank you guys so much. I am so grateful. I really hope you all enjoy reading this.
Playlist Inspiration made by me higly recommend to listen to this while reading to get the vibe.
W/C: 3,362
God if you get me out of this situation I’ll never get cross faded again you thought to yourself. The weed had you confident and the liquor had you talking reckless and now? How on earth did you even end up in this situation? You don’t just have just 1 crazy man or 2 but 4 staring at your naked body like you’re the prey they just caught in their trap. Which for all intents and purposes you are. And unfortunately for you, you can’t even say anything. They bound your wrists and stuffed your panties in your mouth once you agreed.
“Mmmm she looks real tasty, fuck I’m getting hard”, Shidou giggles.
“Shut up freak, I’m getting a piece of that ass first!”, Jan mutters.
You see Endo and Jabber naked giggling in the corner passing a blunt between them and oh do you regret this decision, why did you talk all that smack.
“No way man I’m throbbing, I’m about this close to bussing. I need her now”, Shidou says as he begins to stalk towards you, eyeing you hungrily.
“No, freak I meant I’m literally getting a piece of that ass. I call dibs on her asshole” Jan says with a roll of his eyes.
30 minutes ago…
“Oh please I doubt any of you freaks are packing you all probably have micro penises”, you say with a roll of your eyes as you drink your hennessy. The drink burns your throat as it warms you up. Mind already foggy from the blunts you’ve shared with the guys. You don’t even think you’re on the planet anymore with how much weed and alcohol is flooding your system.
You see the blunt fall out of Jan’s mouth,“Excuse you bitch, I don’t know about the rest of the guys but I’m definitely packing”, Jan brags as he grabs his cock. You look down to inspect and eat your words as you gulp. Jan was at least 9 inches and he was thick and girthy.
He sees your eyes widen and puffs his chest with pride.
“Nah sweetheart I know you definitely ain’t talking to me”, Shidou rasps next to you. Voice hoarse from smoking the most out of all you. He stands and without a care in the world lowers his shorts and compression pants and out springs his dick, nice and hard. He was right next to you so his cock was right in your face. You licked your lips at the mouth watering sight in front of you.
Jan groans, “God man put that thing away before you poke someone’s eye out”.
“Oh shit is it a dick contest? No fair man I wanna join”, Jabber says as he leaps up and shoves his pants and boxers down. His dick pops out also thick and heavy. Not to your surprise Jabber has a Prince Albert and it was oddly fitting for him. You wouldn’t be surprised if he came when he got the piercing. At this point your mouth is literally watering as you think of the guys using you for their pleasure. You refuse to allow them to see how much they’re affecting you so you feign ignorance like you haven’t seen exactly how their hips moved when you all were dancing in the club a few hours ago.
Endo chuckled but decided to join in on the fun and stood and lowered his jeans. He went commando today and his cock swung in the air. Too heavy to lift up all the way.
“Geez guys, why are you all so hard?”, you question as you eye fuck them and their monster cocks.
“Sweety I’m always hard”, Jan says with a sly grin, “especially around a cutie like you”.
You rolled your eyes at his advances, “Well even if y’all are all packing I doubt any of you know how to please a woman”.
Endo laughs to the point he’s hunched over, “I saw you eye fucking us on the dance floor. But how bout this, how bout we test your theory huh? You spend a night with us and tell us if we know how to please a woman or not”, he challenged.
“Boy please my mama didn’t raise no bitch. You’re on!”, you declared feeling confident in the moment.
Back to the present moment
Now that you were staring at all of them in their naked glory you were getting excited. You never told any of them before but you were attracted to all of them and would date one of them but didn’t want to ruin your friendship with any of the guys regardless of how you felt deep down. Endo removes your panties from your mouth.
“You wanna shot baby? You’re looking a lil nervous?”, Endo asks as he gently caresses your hair. Only for a bit before grabbing your hair at the root and tugging as he looms over you.
“Y-Yes Endo”, you stammer as the edges of your nerves tingle from the tight sensation.
Jan pours you a shot of Patron and hands it to you with a sly grin on his face.
You quickly down the drink, alcohol burning your throat, and warming your tummy. It’s just what you need to build your confidence and prepare for what’s to come.
Shidou lays next to you and pulls you on top of him. Your tits are jiggling right in his face and he appreciates the view. He’s always wanted you just like the rest of the guys and now that he’s finally going to have you he’s going to make sure to indulge.
“I want to hear every sound you make. No hiding from us Y/N”.
He slowly lowers you onto his cock and the stretch was insane. He was so thick that you felt a slight burning sensation the more you sunk onto him.
“F-fuck Shidou hold on”, you stammered as you dig your nails into his chest making him groan.
“Come on Y/N I’m only halfway in, you’re not tapping out already are you? Not after talkin all that shit! Come on fuck you’re tight- just be a good girl and lower yourself promise I’m almost all the way in”, he practically begs as he grabs your hips and lowers you down. He can’t stop now he needs to ravish you before the night is over.
You feel your clit rub against the coarse hair of his crotch and it sends waves of pleasure flowing through your body. Although Shidou is a tight fit you’d be lying if you said he didn’t feel amazing. Even by staying still and giving you time to adjust he was hitting all the right spots without even moving. You swore you were having an out of body experience from how full you felt.
“Nah nah you talked all that shit now you gotta handle us. Don’t tell me you forgot about me”, Jan says as he gets on the bed and pours lube all over his fingers and cock. Where he got it from you had no idea but you wouldn’t be surprised if a freak like him walked around with it in his pocket.
“Hold on to me Y/N, I’m gonna fuck you while Jan gets that sweet ass ready”, Shidou says as he begins to thrust up into you bullying his thick cock even deeper.
“Shidou you feel so good”, you whimpered as he picked up the pace.
Jan watched mesmerized at the way your ass bounced with each thrust. He doesn’t believe in a higher power but your perfection is making him question that. He’s broken out of his reverie by his throbbing leaking cock just begging to be inside you but he knows he needs to prep you especially with his size.
He lubes up a finger and slowly inserts it in your ass taking care to go slow.
“J-Jan!”, you tense at the intrusion, you’ve done anal in the past but it’s been a while and you’ve never been double penetrated before.
“Damn girl relax, it feels like you’re gonna suffocate my finger. How are you supposed to take me if I can’t even fit in one finger”, he says. Feeling how tight you are makes him throb even harder. He can’t wait to sink inside you.
To your surprise he gently works you open and the pleasure begins to seep in. With Shidou hitting your sweet spot and Jan inserting another finger and scissoring you open you feel like your nerves are on fire.
You lean further onto Shidou and it puts your breasts right in his face. It doesn’t register in his brain before moving, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly.
You try to hold in your moans, to act like what they’re doing isn’t affecting you but it proves to be difficult.
“Fuck I’m leaking just watching her”, you hear Jabber say from the other side of the room.
Shidou released your nipple with a pop, “Mmmm this lil pussy is so greedy, baby. Creamin all over me”, Shidou moaned. You were so tight and wet, along with the blunts from earlier it had him floating on cloud nine. Feeling a higher high than scoring a winning goal, “Fuck baby that’s the shit. Just keep taking me. You can do it”, he groans as he grabs your waist and pulls you on top of him, arching your back to make it easier for Jan to sink in.
Jan decides that you’ve been stretched enough and positions behind you. He slowly pushes in and he’s questioning why he hasn’t made a move on you sooner. You’re so tight it has his balls tingling already. He stills himself once he’s in to the hilt to keep himself from busting a nut too soon.
You’re drooling from the fullness you feel. You’ve never felt this way before they both feel so good. They may have ruined you for anyone else. How on earth were you supposed to have normal sex after this? You may have regretted running your mouth earlier but now? You’re thanking your past self for putting you in a position like this.
“Fuck that’s a good girl Y/N just keep taking it f’me”, Jan groans as he sinks deeper and deeper with each passing second, “Baby relax a bit or you’re gonna squeeze my dick off”.
“You try taking two monster cocks and tell me how easy it is to relax”, you quip back at him.
At that you hear him chuckle and you can do nothing but take it from them. When one came out the other thrust in hitting that sweet spot each time. He slaps your ass hard making you yelp. It was all too much making you dig your nails even deeper into Shidou’s chest making him hiss. You weren’t trying to be so rough but you felt yourself teetering on the edge. The coil winding up more and more almost close to snapping. You feel yourself on the verge of shattering and try to warn them,”G-Guys wait I’m gonna cum!”, you shout as your release hits you. They don’t slow down, they don’t give you a moment to come down from the high. No, they go quicker and deeper desperately chasing their own highs using you for their pleasure. They push you to the point of overstimulation and your pussy gushes all over Shidou and the sheets below and you scream from the pleasure not caring if your neighbors can hear you.
“That’s right baby, make a mess for us”, Jan encourages throbbing even harder after seeing a sight like that. It was so damn hot it sent him right over the edge. He buries himself as deep as he can go as he fills your fluttering hole with his cum.
Shidou is right behind him. Thrusting up and filling you with warm spurts of his spunk. He licks his lips, he can't wait to clean you up.
You just lay there as they soften inside of you. Your body is sore and exhausted after the way they used you but you loved every second of it. You feel Jan slip out and you feel his cum dribble down to the mess in your cunt.
“Now ain’t that a sight I love to see”, Jan whistles as he admires the mess he helped create. Your ass is gaping from his size and it fills him with a sense of pride.
Shidou slips out next and groans as he sees the mess drip down your thighs, “Go ahead and lay on your back Y/N, I’ll clean you up”.
You're surprised that Shidou even cares about aftercare but the sentiment warms your heart. You expect him to get up and grab a towel but instead lowers himself between your legs.
“Uhh Shidou what are you ahh-”, your words are cut off as you feel him suck your clit into his hungry mouth. It’s not long before his tongue explores your cunt. Removing the mess leaking from your pussy onto his awaiting tongue.
You grip his hair body still sensitive from being used and abused by him and Jan.
Just as quickly as he latched onto you he gets up and kneels on top of you, squeezing your cheeks together and opening your mouth. He spits the mix of all of your cum and his saliva right into your mouth. You taste the slightly sweet and tanginess of the crude mixture on your tongue.
He places a hand over your mouth, “Be a good girl and swallow”.
You do as he says and swallow the mixture.
He smirks as he steps away from the bed, “Alright you two, you’re up!”.
You see Endo and Jabber stalk towards you. Your eyes almost pop out of your head from how much you widen them. You completely forgot that you weren’t done. Your body is still sensitive from Jan and Shidou. How on earth were you supposed to handle Endo and Jabber!?
“Guys I don’t know if I can handle another round”, you say in a voice hoarse from screaming.
“Come on you can handle another round can’t you Y/N” Endo says as he pats your head affectionately.
“Yeah Ma, me and our bud Endo haven’t even got a taste of you yet. You can go more round for us, yeah?” Jabbers asks as he caresses your face.
You nod as you sniffle, “I c-can do it Jay”.
“That’s our girl. Alright Endo how we doing this? I don’t think she can handle anymore anal after Jan”, Jabber says as he caresses your face sweetly rubbing his thumb on your bottom lip. You open your mouth and suck on his thumb lewdly making him groan.
“Hmmmm you can have her pussy I’ll take her throat”.
“Alright man bet”, Jabber responds as he removes his thumb and positions himself over you wasting no time before he’s sinking in.
You moan at the sensation pussy still sensitive and slightly sore from the previous stretch but he felt heavenly.
Jabber was being as gentle as he could with you after seeing how Jan and Shidou ravished you. He doesn’t want this to be a one time thing so he doesn't want to scare you away.
“Come on baby girl, open up for Endo”, Jabber moans as he thrusts slowly and sensually into you.
You looked up at Endo who was hovering over you stroking his cock. You gulped as you admired him, tattoos adorned his skin all over and they just made him sexier. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. Endo grinned as he brought his cock to your mouth before pushing in.
You did your best to relax to allow him to push in deeper but he was so thick it was causing the corners of your mouth to burn from the stretch. Geez why were they all so big you thought to yourself. Silvery tears pooled in the corners of your eyes, partly from Jabber who was thrusting so deep he was kissing your cervix with each thrust and partly from Endo shoving his monster cock down your throat. You hadn’t even recovered from your tryst with Shidou and Jan before Jabber and Endo pounced on you. But this is the wettest and most turned on you’ve ever been in your entire life. They definitely proved you wrong, they knew exactly how to please a woman. Even with Endo ravishing your throat the feel of his heavy veiny cock on your tongue was a huge turn on.
“Mmmmmm this lil pussy is so messy baby, hear her talkin to me”, Jabber whispers against your ear. The loud sounds of your wet pussy and skin slapping against skin background noise between you two.
It wasn’t long before another orgasm snapped drenching Jabber and the sheets once again. You don’t know how much more you can take. Every nerve is frayed as the aftershocks of your orgasm rock through you.
“Fuck Y/N you’re the perfect slut”, Endo moans as he grips your throat. The sight of seeing you make a mess just made him harder. He began to thrust into your mouth with abandon, completely giving into his urges.
“She’s so perfect and she’s doing such a good job for us”, Jabber agreed as he began to thrust into you sloppily losing his pace as he felt himself teetering on the edge.
You could do nothing but take it as you grabbed onto Endo’s thighs and dig your nails in to ground yourself.
He hissed at the sensation but it’s exactly what he needed to get pushed over the edge, “Fuck Y/N’, he cried as he came down your throat so far you couldn’t even taste it,
“Come on Ma, hurt me next, dig your nails in deep”, he moans as he grabs your tied hands and places them on his chest. You do as he says and dig in hard enough to pierce the skin causing blood to flow down his chest but that pain is exactly what he needed as he came in you. Spurt after spurt of his warm cum filled you up so much that it leaked out.
“Fucking masochist”, you hear Jan say from afar barely registering his words as you’re in a daze eyes closed.
You feel them both pull out of you and feel Jabber leave the bed and Endo’s hands pat your head affectionately.
You open your eyes to see Jabber return with a warm towel and cleans you of all the fluids marking your body. The warm towel soothes your aching body and you appreciate the aftercare.
“How you feeling Y/N, you good?”, you hear Jabber ask as he wipes you down.
“So good Jay”.
“So I guess we won huh, guess we do know how to please a woman’, Endo says with a chuckle.
“Yeah yeah you guys won, you know exactly how to please a woman”, you admit with a dopey smile on your face.
“Alright help her up so I can change the sheets”, you see Shidou with fresh laundry and are surprised you hadn’t even noticed that he left the room. You attempt to stand and your legs give out Endo and Jan catching you on your way down preventing you from falling.
Shidou switches the sheets and you all pile on the bed. Jabber grabs a blunt from your nightstand and lights up. It’s not long before the room is filled with smoke and you’re all baked yet again.
You think of the time you just had and you want to have an experience like that with them again, “So what now?’, you question.
“Be our girl Ma, we’ll treat you real good”, Jabber whispers next to you.
“Yeah shawty we can all make this work”, Jan says as he kisses you softly. Lips soft and pillowy against your own.
You stare into his golden eyes and see nothing but sincerity. You look at the other guys and see nothing but genuine love on their faces.
“Of course I’d love to guys”, you say, face warming up and heart content.
sum. what someone—you— would get if they are being a brat? a punishment? maybe. is it them refusing to give you want while you are desperate like a bunny in heat, humping on their tight is a part of a punishment? probably.
warning. dry-humping, brat-tamer wbk men, praise(s)/kink, overstim, nipsplay, petnames, slap, hair-pulling, dirty-talk(s), tied-up (just a wee), mean chikaaaa.
# UMEMIYA HAJIME
umemiya’s blue eyes are glued to the tv behind you, the flickering screen casting faint shadows across his sharp features. his expression is calm, unbothered—he’s clearly trying to make a point.
you, however, have other plans. seated on one of his thighs, you squirm slightly, your fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt as you try to draw his attention. but he doesn’t waver, ignoring your antics with the kind of patience that only makes your frustration grow.
“baby, please…” your voice comes out soft, almost breathless as you lean closer, resting your head against his neck. your lips graze his skin, warm and inviting, as you fan his collar with quiet desperation. a soft, desperate, whiney moan tear down from your lips the heartbeat your hips roll slowly on his thigh. your short jeans is long gone and the pink, lacy underwear visible to your boyfriend— the soft fabric of your panties leaving little to the imagination.
he only lets out a scoff, as if you are some kind of petulant child looking for attention and praise. he is far too used to these antics of yours by now, so he doesn’t give in, not even when you are this much of a needy, whiny mess. he acts as if he was deaf to how pleading, how desperate your voice sounds, as your face is buried in the crook of his neck, your lips grazing his skin.
the TV’s show is enough to keep him occupied, his fingers resting lazily on the couch.
the tip of your tongue brushes against his neck. he doesn’t move, doesn’t react, not even when your teeth dig into his skin. the only response you get from him is a low noise, somewhere between a grunt and a sigh. he can feel your body pressing against his, the heat of your skin, the softness of your curves against his thigh.
but you are not giving up that easily. it is clear that you are determined to prove a point today, no matter what it takes. your hands are more insistent now, your fingers wandering across the expanse of his chest and abs, tracing lazy patterns across his clothes.
you make sure that you are straddling his thigh at the perfect angle, so that every rock of your hips is more calculated and needy than the last, the friction making you whimper softly, almost pitifully. “give me attention, pleaseee..” drawing out the edge of your whiney, drag another breathless moan.
he still doesn’t say anything, his eyes focusing on the TV even as he feels your body writhing against him, your hips rolling slowly against his thigh. your desperate little whimpers and moans are music to his ears, but he continues to keep his composure, acting like they mean nothing to him. he can hear the neediness in your voice loud and clear, but he doesn’t give in, pretending not to notice the effect he is having on you. “pay attention,” he finally says, his voice calm and firm. “the show is on.”
you pout at his dismissal, your frustration building as he continues to ignore you. you know that he is intentionally trying to make you beg and squirm, but you are not ready to give him that satisfaction so quickly. instead, you press closer to him, grinding your hips against his in a slow, steady rhythm.
you start to pepper kisses along his neck, your lips trailing across his skin, your tongue slowly teasing and exploring, as your hands continue their dance over his chest and abs. your body moves is more urgent now, your need to be touched, to be wanted, driving your every action. you whimper and whine in his ear, your words coming out in a jumbled, incoherent mess. “no, i don’t want to watch your stupid show, i want you to touch me,” you demand, getting more bratty than you should.
your bratty attitude and demands only serve to amuse him, his eyes flickering back to you for the first time since the start of this whole thing. he lets out a low chuckle, as his fingers move to your hips, holding them in place. his hands grip firmly, not letting you continue your movements with his thigh. “stop being a needy little brat.” he says, his voice authoritative and firm as he speaks. “you’re not going to get what you want by being like this, and you know it. stop pouting and behave. the show is on.”
you are clearly not pleased with his response, and you try to squirm away from his grip on your hips. but he holds you in place, his smirk widening as he watches your frustration growing. he knows that you are impatient and entitled, and he seems to relish at the sight of you being denied what you want.
“don’t make this difficult, sweetie,” he says, his voice still calm and firm. “be a good girl and sit still, watch TV, and maybe, just maybe, i will consider giving you some attention later. but not if you continue to act like a spoiled little brat.”
the word “brat” only serves to rile you up more. it’s a word he has called you countless times before, and you know that he’s not entirely wrong. you pout, but you stop squirming, begrudgingly obeying his orders. you let out a huff, annoyed that he’s still not giving you what you want.
so you start to tease him instead, moving your lips back to his neck and trailing kisses along his skin. you press your body closer to his, feeling the heat radiating from his body. and when just a little bit his grip loosen up, your hips back on track, slowly dancing on his thigh while your arms find his neck, wrap securely.
this time, he doesn’t stop you. he lets you continue to kiss his neck and move your hips against his thigh, but his hands remain firmly on your hips, steadying your movements and keeping you from getting any more worked up than you already are. “such a needy, shameless little brat,” he murmurs, his voice low and amused. “you just can’t help yourself, can you? always so desperate for my attention.”
you know that you’ve gotten him to crack, and emboldened by his response, you increase the intensity of your movements, pressing your body closer and moving more urgently against him. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling yourself tight against his body, as your lips continue to explore his skin.
your lips press near his ear, hot breath brushing against his skin while you shamelessly moan out his name, “haji...” your hips are rolling in a slow, torturous manner, just enough to make him feel each and every movement, but not enough to fully satisfy your needs.
your shameless display of neediness and desire is hard for him to ignore, and he can feel his resolve slipping with each and every one of your movements and moans. your body is flushed and warm against his, your breath hot on his ear, and the way you moan his name makes his pulse quicken.
he doesn’t say anything at first, his fingers digging into your hips harder, his grip keeping you steady while you grind against him. his eyes are locked on the TV, his expression trying to remain impassive, but you can feel the growing effect you are having on him. “do you really need attention that badly, hm?” his voice is husky, his fingers tightening on your hips as you move against him. “i’ve never seen you this needy before, baby. are you really that desperate for my touch?”
he can feel your body quivering against him, your moans and whimpers getting more intense with each movement of your hips. he can feel you getting desperate, and he is clearly enjoying teasing and drawing this out. he turns his head slightly, his lips grazing your earlobe as he speaks, the sound of his voice sending pleasant shivers down your spine.
“i won’t give you what you want until you ask nicely, baby. you know that. so stop acting like a spoilt brat and use your manners.”
# YAMATO ENDO
endo sits on the couch, a cigarette lazily balanced between his fingers, the faint curl of smoke rising and lingering in the dim light. his usual smirk plays on his lips, lazy and almost mocking, as his sharp blue eyes stay locked on you—half-lidded, hooded with something unreadable, yet so intense it makes your breath hitch.
you’re perched on his lap, knees on either side of his hips, wearing nothing but your panties—soaked— that ride up scandalously as you shift. his free hand rests casually on your thigh, the warmth of his palm burning through your skin as if he’s daring you to break the tension. “please,” you whimper, voice shaky, your fingers curling into his shirt. your body trembles slightly, and you lean closer, the weight of his gaze alone enough to make you crumble.
endo tilts his head, exhaling a slow stream of smoke, the smell of nicotine lingering between you. his smirk deepens, his lips twitching with amusement at your desperation. “what’s the magic word, princess?” he murmurs, his tone light but teasing, his fingers brushing along your bare thigh in deliberate, slow strokes.
“baby, please touch me,” you plead again, your voice cracking with need as your covered-cunt meet with his thigh in slow motion. you feel his chest rumble with a low chuckle, his amusement only fueling your frustration.
he takes another long drag from his cigarette before extinguishing it in the ashtray beside him. his thumb continues its maddeningly slow caress along your inner thigh, barely grazing the damp fabric of your panties. “i’m not sure i can be persuaded to indulge such rude behavior,” endo says dryly, his blue eyes glinting with amusement. “you’ve been testing my patience all day.”
he leans back against the couch, effortlessly holding your writhing form against his muscular chest. one large hand splayed across your lower back, keeping you pinned to him as you squirm restlessly. “tell me, princess, what exactly do you think you deserve after acting like a spoiled little brat?” endo asks, his voice a low purr that sends shivers down your spine despite his stern words.
your breath catches in your throat as endo’s words wash over you, each syllable dripping with restrained authority. his hand on your back feels like a brand, searing your skin. you’re acutely aware of every point of contact— the press of his chest against your front, his thigh beneath your hip, his thumb skating along your inner thigh...
a thrill of fear and excitement courses through you at his question, making your heart race. you know you should be contrite, apologize for your behavior... but the desire coursing through your veins drowns out any semblance of remorse. “i think i deserve a good fuck,” you admit in a small, shaky voice, the words feeling both terrifying and exhilarating on your tongue— persistent with your bratty behavior.
a low growl rumbles in endo’s chest as you confess your desire, his grip on your back tightening ever so slightly. the sound vibrates against your ear, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core. “you really are a shameless little minx, aren’t you?” he murmurs, his hot breath fanning over your neck as he speaks. “so desperate for cock that you’ll beg for it like a common whore?”
despite his harsh words, endo’s free hand reaches up to cup one of your bouncing breasts, his calloused fingers pinching and rolling the sensitive nipple. the sensation makes you gasp, arching into his touch as pleasure sparks through you. his fingers earning a strangled moan, escapes your lips the way his rough fingers sending shockwaves of pleasure through your breast. despite his words, he still hasn’t touched your aching cunt, leaving you to grind wantonly against his thigh in search of friction. you writhe against him, seeking more contact, more pressure, anything to ease the throbbing ache between your thighs.
“mmm,” you pant, your hips bucking wildly against his leg as you chase the elusive relief. the wet sounds of your arousal fill the room, mingling with your ragged breathing and endo’s low groans of approval. despite his cruel words, you don’t care. you’re too far gone, lost in the haze of lust and desperation. all that matters is the pleasure building inside you, the need for release growing with each passing second.
with a wicked grin, endo slowly withdraws his hand from your breast, trailing his fingers down your quivering stomach until they dip beneath the waistband of your soaked panties. he teases your clit with a single digit, circling the swollen nub in maddeningly light strokes that barely register against the intensity of your desire.
“so close, aren’t you, baby?” he purrs, his voice laced with sadistic delight. “just a little more friction, a few more thrusts, and you’d be coming all over my leg like the needy little slut you are.” endo punctuates his words with a firm pinch to your clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure-pain through you. but rather than increasing the pressure, he abruptly pulls away, leaving you bereft and craving more. a strangled moan and cry run past you lips, a wordless complaints of the missing contact.
“no, no, we can’t have that just yet,” endo says with a chuckle, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. “not until you learn some manners, after all.” he shifts his position, standing up from the couch with you still clinging to him. your legs wrap around his waist instinctively as he carries you towards the bedroom, his strong arms supporting your weight easily.
once inside, endo tosses you onto the bed, watching with a smug smile as you scramble to sit up, panting and flushed with arousal. he begins unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the intricate tattoos that cover his chiseled torso inch by delicious inch. “now then, let’s see how well you can behave when ’m done with you,” endo says, his voice low and husky with promise. “get on your hands and knees, princess. it’s time for your punishment.”
# TOGAME JO
togame lies sprawled out on his bed, the definition of lazy defiance. his arm is draped over his eyes, a deliberate barrier against the soft light streaming through the curtains and you—the center of the storm brewing in the room. his lips are pulled into the faintest smirk, one that he’s not even bothering to hide. it’s the kind of smirk that says he’s enjoying this little game far too much.
he’s bare from the waist up, the planes of his chest rising and falling steadily beneath you. his hair is slightly messy, sticking out in places from where he’s likely been lying there all morning, unmoving and unbothered. the shirt he was wearing? gone, and now hanging loose over your frame, its fabric soft and oversized, barely skimming the tops of your thighs. he’s left with nothing but a pair of low-slung shorts, and the smug air of someone who knows he’s in control.
you sit perched on his chest, straddling his waist, your knees pressing into the mattress on either side of him. your hands are flat against his firm chest, fingers curling slightly in frustration as you lean forward, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his skin.
“togame,” you whine, your voice edging on a plea. “look at me!”
but he doesn’t move. the arm over his eyes stays stubbornly in place, his tone infuriatingly casual as he mutters, “you’re in the way of my nap.” your pout deepens, your frustration bubbling over as you shift in his lap, trying to coax a reaction out of him by grinding on his hip. he has to bite back a groan as you grind against him, his smirk growing just a little bit wider.
the fabric of his stolen shirt slides against your skin, teasingly brushing his chest as you press your weight down just a little more. he knows how good you look right now; hair tousled, skin flushed, wearing nothing but his shirt. it takes every ounce of his self-control not to throw you down right then and there.
“you’re ignoring me on purpose,” you accuse, your voice rising slightly as you narrow your eyes at him. “pleaseee, need you.”
he takes a deep breath, his arm still covering his eyes as he responds in a low, playful tone. “you’re interrupting my nap, sweetheart.” he says, a hint of a challenge in his voice. “what could you possibly need so badly that you’d bother me?” his teasing words hang in the air, but they barely register in your mind as you move, slow and deliberate, grinding your hips against him. your breath catches in your throat, a quiet gasp slipping past your lips at the friction. the heat radiating from his body seeps into yours, making your skin feel flushed and electrified.
your hands press harder against his chest, fingers splaying across the toned muscles as if trying to ground yourself, though it does little to steady the storm brewing inside you. every subtle movement of your hips sends sparks shooting up your spine, and the way his fingers tighten on your waist only spurs you on, igniting something reckless.
“i... i need you,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, but it’s laced with desperation, your lips brushing against the corner of his smirk. it feels like he’s consuming you, even as he lies there pretending to be indifferent.
your hips move again, slower this time, dragging out the sensation as your head falls forward, your forehead brushing his collarbone. “jooo…” his name comes out in a breathy plea, and you feel your cheeks burn hotter. a low rumble rises in his chest as you murmur his name, the sound a contradiction to the smirk on his lips. his fingers tighten around your waist, the muscles in his arms flexing slightly as he resists the urge to take control.
his eyes are still covered by his arm, but the tension in his body is palpable. he can feel the heat radiating from you, and it takes everything he has not to react to the way your hips move against him.
it’s embarrassing, how easily he can reduce you to this—how the lazy smirk on his face, the way his chest rises and falls beneath your hands, and the heat in his half-lidded gaze make you unravel. but you can’t stop. you don’t want to stop.
your fingers curl against his skin, nails dragging lightly as your movements become more insistent. your thighs tremble slightly, and a soft whimper escapes you. “i’m horny,” you confess, your voice cracking as the words spill out unbidden, raw and unfiltered, earning a chuckle from him, almost a mockery.
togame’s breath hitches as your movements grow more insistent, his smirk faltering slightly. your confession only makes his heart beat even faster, and he can feel himself straining against the loose shorts he’s wearing. he lets out a low guttural growl as your nails rake across his skin.
he can’t pretend it doesn’t affect him—he’s just as desperate for you as you are for him. but there’s something thrilling about letting you squirm and beg for him. “oh really?” he says, his voice low and rough. “is that why you’re grinding against me like a needy little thing? because you’re just sooo horny?”
your face flushes at his words, but you can’t deny the truth. you can feel how wet you are, pressing against the fabric of his shorts, rubbing against his hip in a way that’s driving you insane. his hand tightens on your waist, nails digging faintly into your skin as he keeps his other arm firmly covering his face still. “do you need me to take care of you, sweetheart?”
your cheeks burn at his words, the shameless tease in his tone making your stomach twist with both embarrassment and desire. you’re already too far gone to care about how desperate you look, your hips moving instinctively, chasing the friction that makes your head spin. you whimper softly, your hands trembling as they slide up to his arm, gripping it with a mix of need and frustration. “please…” you murmur, your voice cracking, your breath hitching with every movement of your hips. “baby, i need you.”
you tug at his arm, trying to pull it away from his face, but he resists, his smirk evident even without you seeing it. “hmm? need me that badly, huh?” he taunts, his voice low and rough, laced with a wicked amusement that only makes you more desperate. “yes,” you whisper, your voice trembling as you nod eagerly, almost frantically. “i need you—please, jo.”
your grip on his arm tightens as you finally succeed in pulling it away, revealing his face. his blue eyes are darkened, heavy with lust, and the sight alone sends a shiver down your spine. his lips are parted slightly, and his breath comes quicker now, matching your own while you guide his hand to your breast.
his smirk turns feral as he feels the heat of your skin, his hand moving to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple through the thin fabric of the shirt. he lets out a low growl, his hand squeezing gently. “you’re so needy,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. “it’s sexy, how much you want me, how much you need me.”
his hand slides down your stomach, his fingers tracing a feather-light path until they reach the hem of his shorts, which you’re still grinding against. “but are you going to beg for it, like a good little thing?” his eyes meet yours, darkened and intense, waiting for your response. he knows he’s winding you up, but he just can’t help himself, he loves dragging it out, loves watching you come undone.
he sits up abruptly, his hand still on your waist, and pulls you closer, your body now pressed against his. the proximity is dizzying, and his breath is hot against your ear. “go on,” he whispers, his voice a low, sinful melody. “beg me for it.”
his words make your stomach tighten, but instead of giving him what he wants, you let out a soft, frustrated whine, your lips brushing against the side of his neck. your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer as if trying to fuse yourself to him. “jooo…” you murmur, your voice trembling with need, but there’s no begging in your tone—only a petulant pout that’s clear in the way you press your forehead against his neck, your hot breath ghosting over his skin.
your hips keep moving, the friction driving you wild, and if anything, your movements become even more desperate. your thighs tremble slightly as you grind against him, your nails digging into his back through his skin. you let out another soft whimper, your lips brushing his neck again, this time with more pressure, leaving faint kisses that are more a distraction for yourself than anything else. “please,” you whine, your voice muffled against his skin. “please fuck me.”
his breath hitches as you kiss his neck. your words are like a dagger to his control, and he can feel himself crumbling just a little bit more with every needy whine that falls from your lips. he grabs your hips, his fingers digging into your skin, but he doesn’t stop your movements. in fact, he helps you grind against him, guiding you, his own hips rising to meet yours. he lets out a low rumbling growl, the sound like gravel in his throat.
he can feel every shiver, every pant, and every whine, and it takes all his restraint to keep himself from grabbing you and throwing you down onto the mattress. but he waits, enjoying the small game of resistance, watching to see how far you’ll go before you finally break. “not what i asked for,” he replies huskily. “again. beg me for it.”
# CHIKA TAKIISHI
chika’s sharp eyes flicker down at you, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watches you squirm. his expression is as infuriating as it is intoxicating—calm, collected, and entirely unaffected by your pleas.
you pout, your bottom lip trembling slightly as you shift on his lap, tugging uselessly at the binds that keep your wrists secured behind you. “baby, please…” you whimper, your voice soft, a little shaky. you lean forward, trying to get closer, your face brushing against his neck in a desperate attempt to break through his cold demeanor.
but he doesn’t budge. instead, he leans back slightly, his arms crossed over his chest as if he’s completely unbothered. “oh, now you want my attention?” he muses, his tone cutting and laced with mockery. “funny. weren’t you the one acting like a spoiled brat all day?”
your cheeks burn at his words, shame and frustration bubbling up inside you. “i said i’m sorry,” you moan, voice barely above a whisper between your desperate attempt for a friction while grinding your hip on bulge. you try to nuzzle closer, but he tilts his head, just enough to keep you from pressing your face against his neck.
chika’s smirk grows wider as he notices your futile attempts to get closer, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “apologies don’t fix this, doll,” he drawls, his free hand coming up to toy with a strand of your hair. “and i’m not sure why you think rubbing yourself against me will change my mind.” you let out a soft gasp as his fingers continue their teasing caress along your hairline, the sensation both soothing and maddening. “baby..” you manage to stammer, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your pulse.
his fingers tighten around your hip, applying gentle pressure to still your movements. “you’re not getting out of these restraints until i say so. and even then, there won’t be any more cuddles or sweet talks. just consequences for your behavior.” chika leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, “i warned you what would happen if you kept pushing my limits. now look at you— helpless, bound, and begging for mercy. it’s almost... cute.”
a shiver runs down your spine at the husky timbre of chika’s voice, his words sending a thrill of both fear and arousal through you. despite the mocking tone, there’s an undercurrent of dark desire that makes your heart race and your pussy clench against his bulge— hard and hot.
the realization only fuels your desperation, and you strain against the bonds once more, a whine escaping your throat. “please, i promise i'll behave, just... touch me.” chika chuckles low in his throat, clearly entertained by your plight. he tilts his head, considering your plea for a moment before responding in a silky smooth tone. “touch you? where’s the fun in that?”
his hand slides up your side from your hip, fingertips dancing across your ribcage before dipping beneath the hem of your shirt. “you see, when you misbehave, you lose the privilege of my affection,” he explains, his fingers splaying wide across your stomach. “instead, you get to experience the consequences.”
chika’s thumb brushes over your nipple, giving it a light pinch that has you arching into his touch with a startled cry. “but since you’re being so... persistent, i suppose i can grant you a small reward.” his hand trails lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts to cup your ass possessively.
chika gives your ass a firm squeeze, his fingers digging into the flesh as he pulls you harder against him. “that’s it, baby, grind on my cock like the needy little slut you are,” he growls, his grip tightening as he feels your heat radiating against him.
one hand leaves your ass to trail up your spine, his nails scratching lightly before he grips your hair and yanks your head back. chika claims your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep to stake his claim— choking off your moans, he devours you, claiming every inch of your mouth as his own. he bites at your lower lip, tugging it free before groan in your lips.
breaking the kiss, chika rests his forehead against yours, panting heavily. “you taste so fucking good when you’re desperate,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly with lust.
your body trembles under the onslaught of sensations, overwhelmed by the mix of pain and pleasure coursing through your veins. chika’s harsh treatment only serves to heighten your arousal, the sting of his bite on your lip mingling with the tender ache of his fingers on your skin. you moan brokenly, your hips bucking wildly against his as you seek relief from the intense need building within you. “baby. . pleaseee,” you gasp and moan, voice strained and breathless.
but before you can finish your plea, chika’s grip on your hair tightens, forcing your head back further as he captures your mouth again in a searing kiss. swallowing your whimper into his mouth, tongue tangling desperately with his as you cling to the fabric he used to tied your wrist behind, your nails raking down the fabric in a frenzy of need.
chika breaks the kiss with a snarl, his chest heaving as he glares down at you with a mixture of lust and annoyance. “still talking, huh?” he spits, his hand leaving your hair to slap across your cheek with a resounding crack. the blow sends you reeling, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
“i told you to shut up and take your punishment like a good girl,” he sneers, his fingers curling into the fabric of your shorts. with a brutal yank, he rips them away, exposing your soaked panties to his hungry gaze. “look at this mess you’ve made,” he taunts, his thumb brushing over the damp fabric. “all because you couldn't control your filthy desires. my, my, what a naughty girl.”
chika’s other hand releases its hold on your hair, instead sliding down to grasp your chin roughly. chika’s eyes blaze with a dark intensity as he stares down at you, his grip on your chin unyielding. “open your mouth,” he commands, his voice a low, dangerous growl. he brings his thumb to your lips, painting them with the slickness of your own desire. “taste how wet you are for me,” he hisses, his free hand reaching between your legs to tear away your panties. "now, suck."
chika presses his thumb against your mouth, forcing it past your lips as he holds your head steady. his other hand begins to stroke your bare cunt, fingers circling your clit with deliberate slowness, denying you any actual contact or relief.
chika smirks as he watches you react to the taste of your own essence, his thumb slowly withdrawing from your mouth with a lewd pop. “good girl,” he purrs, his praise dripping with sarcasm. “now, spread those pretty legs for me.”
he pushes your knees apart roughly, exposing your glistening folds to his ravenous gaze. chika’s fingers trace the delicate skin of your inner thighs, his touch feather-light yet electrifying. “so wet and ready,” he croons, his voice low and approving. “just for me, isn’t it?“
