#hakari

[sygeoj]

hakari and kirara official colors 💫🎰

[insaneption]

sudden hugs from hakari, i love them sm

[gamblersdoll]

ugh having hakari as that one ex boyfriend who will always shit on your present relationships—

like you guys broke up over him always being at clubs or gambling, a fair reason to break up in his eyes, but he gotta do what he gotta do. doesnt mean hes happy over it, but seeing you with a new dude? oh hes fucking cocky.

“new man, girlie?” he draws out, the vape leaving his lips and lazily looking to you. you nod, on your phone and licking your lips. “let me meet him.”

“uhm, no?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow. “youre my ex for a reason.”

“uh, okay ouch.” he dramatizes, blowing smoke. “we still friends, aint’ we?” he asked, his hands on his thighs. “just looking out for my friends.”

you sigh.

“no, kinji, youre not meeting my boyfriend.”

“why the hell not? tell him to come over here tonight.” he baits you, eyes fixed on you and licking his lips. the evening sun always knew how to put all eyes on your beautiful deep and rich skin.

“that would mean id have to leave.” you protest, failing for his bait. you quickly realize, and you groan.

“so,” he starts, a chuckle to his voice and he leans forward with the vape between his pointer and middle finger. “man has no car? how is he gon’ get you if you need him?”

“kin—“

“aht!” he hushes you, making you bite your cheek in irritation. “how is he gonna take you to where you wan’ go to?” he asks, looking to you. “you gotta call your ex boyfriend to take you to your hair appointments and get your nails done.” he smirks. “matter of fact, tell him to uber here.”

a moment of silence washes over the conversation, and you breathe through your nose and look away.

“girl,” he barks, leaning back and spreading his thighs more— that delicious manspread he always did drove you mad and your center gets gooey. “let me get this straight—“

“you date me, a dude who actually has money— and a vehicle, but then downgrade to a broke lame dude?” he chuckled out his question, “i fuckin knew it.”

“kinji, chill out.” you nervously laugh, eyes wandering to his thighs.. where his delightful cock laid beneath his jeans. “it— its different, he doesnt have a job like yours.”

“you right, he ain’t got no job.” he retorts, watching your line of sight to his growing cock. he grabs himself through his jeans, making a show of his arousal and desire. “im an ex for a reason, pretty.” he purrs, biting his lip. “butttt, if you want this thick cock just fer’ you.. all you have to do is send that text and get on your back.”

“my back?” you choke out, the dick trance leaving you. “why?”

he cocks his head, eyes roaming over your body. “have i ever made you suck this dick before ive eaten yer’ creamy pussy?” he already knew the answer, watching your thighs tremble. “ gon’ head and send that weak breakup text, or you can watch me watch you.”

fuck it.

[kashimopilled]

emotional support bunny at Jujutsu High Culling Game version | Hidden Inventory version | Curse version | Tokyo version | Coworker version ૮․ ․ ྀིა 18+, minors dni cw: free use vibes, oral/deepthroat, piv, praise, toxic yuri(Kirara), nipple play, object insertion, forced orgasms, fingering note: i’ve never written anything for hiromi before, i apologize if he’s ooc :( includes: Hakari, Hoshi, Kashimo, Higuruma

being the emotional support bunny at Jujutsu High means you’re there for your friends whenever they need you. you get lots of attention, lots of cuddles and lots of orgasms :3  Kinji Hakari🎰 

he thinks it’s funny. how you yelp when he pulls on your fluffy tail. how needy you get sometimes, how easy. let’s be honest, kinji is a bit arrogant and not the type to stress. ever. besides, sappy dates and heartfelt conversations are not his thing.

so yes, his idea of comfort and support is a shameless, nearly public blowjob. he’s not rough per se, just a little. his favourite thing to do is to push his throbbing cock down your throat and to hold it there for many agonizing seconds without moving. in a way, it’s difficult for him too. the idea of fucking your throat is so tempting.

he likes how your chest rises and falls, how your nostrils flare and drool climbs down your chin, how your eyes get beady as you struggle to focus on breathing. “fuck, hold it baby, jus’ like that,” he grunts quietly. 

but even then, your cute pout makes him have mercy. your lips get so swollen after he pulls out, his coarse pubes have been rubbing against the glossy skin. 

“you took me so well, bunny, fuck, fuck…” 

he gives you some time to recover, lets you gasp for air between his legs. the way his cock hangs heavy and proud in front of your face makes you wet, no matter how shy you are. his tip is a pretty shade pf pale brown, it stands out nicely against his darker coloured shaft… you wish he’d rub it against your pussy more often. 

kinji only notices your heightened arousal when your mouth is around him again, tongue working on him desperately. “easy there, eeeasy, girl…”

fingers card through your hair, collecting locks and your two drooping bunny ears to pull them back. 

from time to time, he fucks into your mouth to make you gag a little, only to coo and apologize when you mewl in protest. “i know, baby, i know, ‘m bein’ mean…can’t help it, i love it when you struggle a bit.” 

of course he does, it’s good for his ego. 

but you don’t mind, do you? you’re a rather durable bunny girl, used to rough handling. 

direct penetration with kinji’s cock is rare. only happens when he really needs to let off some steam, then he’s all serious and focused. eyes zeroed in on how your tired folds part for the nth time as he sinks into you.  

his thrust get frantic, desperate and he begs orders you to cum on his cock. he needs your pussy to strangle him. 

it’s like a whole work out, really, both of you breathless and exhausted at the end. worth it? absolutely. by the time he’s kissing you gently again, he’s already figured out what to do about the thing that upset him in the first place. 

nothing gets his brains working like a good fuck <3

Kirara Hoshi💫 

messy, messy girl, messy friendship. 

on one hand, she likes having you at her side, on the other, she gets jealous if kinji seeks you out. but hey hey! kirara does that too so it’s really unfair ! 

let’s just focus on when she’s being nice, okay? because when kirara’s jealous, you better run to someone before she catches you and gives your little pussy and bum some spanks:( 

or she puts all kinds of uncomfy things on your nipples, like ice blocks and clamps :( and she makes all sorts of silly threats, like how she wants to give you nipple piercings :(( and you tell her those hurt and she laughs :(

her main sources of frustration are small inconveniences and you always know just the thing to cheer her up. anything that ranges from dressing up to shopping to smoking a little weed while listening to music can do the trick. 

kirara likes to put blush on your tail, she taps the brush to your pretty butt until a pale pink hue appears. and gossip! lots of gossip. and then you both get tired and drowsy, like when kids eat too much sugar and come down from the high. 

that’s when the sleepy giggling and the lingering touches come. at this point, you’re too wet, too needy and your mouth falls open obediently, letting kirara’s tongue press against yours. it becomes a slow, sloppy make out session. soft ah-ahs fill the air, she pulls your hair, you squeal and part your legs. 

“bun-bun, so eager, so pretty, wanna play with you a little…” 

she likes to experiment on your little cunt, see what makes you wet, what makes your hole pulse nervously, what make you cry, what makes you spread your legs wider. 

at first, kirara stares at the sight with excitement in her eyes, her star shaped pupils shine brighter as she inserts the end of of her makeup brush into you. a hand goes below the waistline of her skirt, she can’t resist stroking herself. 

“this is the fourth one, right?” she asks you and you confirm with a pathetic moan that indeed, this is your fourth orgasm. so many objects have been inside you at this point. 

“you’re gonna have a few more, hah… this makes me feel so good.” 

you don’t say no to that, knowing she’s enjoying herself. you look down to see kirara’s sleepy expression, cheeks mushed against your thigh, half-liddes eyes fixed on your messy pussy, her fingers curl weakly around orange lipgloss she’s lazily pumping into you. 

“give me another, i need to see you clench like that again.” 

you cry out as you cum around the lipgloss, an embarassing little trickle of squirt runs down your folds and kirara smiles, fucking you through the climax.

Hajime Kashimo🌩️ 

hajime is confused. he’s never heard of bunny girls before, sure he’s seen some things during his life time but not… whatever you are…whatever your purpose is. 

at first, he does not care. he came to fight and defeat and whatever his stupid sorcerer allies do is none of his business. and he’s a difficult person too so you have half a mind to steer clear of him. 

your first interaction is just him wordlessly poking at your bunny parts with a frown, acting like the concept of your existence bothers him. he gets used to it. not just your whole being but how you support some team members, how you always know what they need, how you’re so happy to make others happy. 

the ice breaks when one of the kids gets on his nerves. yuta makes a comment, he means well but he’s too perceptive for his own good. something about his reasons to join the culling game. hajime becomes sulky, agitated and instead of grilling everyone to ashes, he opts to brood in an onsen. 

he doesn’t push you away when you climb into his lap but doesn’t really register you either.  

you’ve heard him talk about sukuna before, that’s all he seems to care about so you start rambling quietly. not even a curse like him sounds threatening when you talk about him in that sweet tone. you recount the time sukuna got control of his vessel in shibuya, how scared you got and hajime hums non-commitally, his hands encircling your waist. 

your tail twitches nervously against his inner thigh when you get to the part where sukuna looked at you briefly before continuing the massacre. 

hajime smiles to himself a tiny bit. he loves hearing about how powerful sukuna is. it’s comforting…wait…it’s actually working. your methods are actually helping him. his hands part your thighs a little, encouraging you to keep talking, even if you have to take shallow breaths between the sentences now. 

by the time you get to the part when sukuna switched vessels, two of his fingers are fully inside you, lazily stretching you open in the water. it stings a little, water isn’t the best lubricant but hajime’s other hand quickly finds your little clit and rubs it too. something hard pokes the underside of your thigh. 

you try moving to make hajime feel good too but he stops you with a displeased grunt. 

“nah, just keep talkin’, sweet thing…” the words are slurred, his movements still slow, like he isn’t even fingering you, just playing with something, using your pussy like a stim toy. 

you obey, eventually start asking him questions too. he answers patiently. it’s a nice conversation, hajime doesn’t really open up but compared to how little he talks to others, he could be considered chatty. you learn a lot about an older era and he learns a lot about your body. 

each time you cum, you apologize for interrupting. 

“s’okay, let it all out,” he mumbles and waits for your orgasm to pass, lets you arch into his front before he continues the conversation and his previous ministrations. 

hajime has to admit, you really are a helpful little bunny, the evenings he spends with you become his favourite.

Hiromi Higuruma ⚖️

what makes the life of an attorney, a sorcerer attorney no less, hard? the better question is, what doesn’t? 

working sucks, injustice sucks, curses suck…

a while ago, he told himself to try new things. that includes you. the cute emotional support bunny. the few times he’s visited Jujutsu High, you were always so nice, albeit a little shy. 

since hiromi mainly talks to yuji, he doesn’t see you that often, you’re always just passing by. how you manage to tolerate certain people (that blue haired threat for instance) around you is beyond him but maybe it just means you’re patient and non-judgemental. how…relieving. 

it’s hard to guess what would help a man like hiromi feel better. you can’t magically fix japan’s jurisdiction system, can’t take away his guilt. so, you do small things to lighten his day.

your bring him coffee. he drinks a lot of that. double shot espressos, bitter and dark. the time you try them, your nose scrunches up, pulling your expression into a silly grimace. it almost makes hiromi laugh.  

whenever a meeting causes him to have a headache, you massage the back of his neck, his temples and shoulders. he doesn’t even notice the satisfied groans that slip out between his gritted teeth. 

sitting in his lap while he reads reports is the best. you’re like a weighted blanket for him, your soft fur brushing against his skin is a nice feeling too. 

your breasts are his favourite. he sticks a hand under your blouse, slides it under your bra and fondles the warm flesh like a stress ball. the paper in his hand shakes ever so slightly as you start pressing your butt against his crotch. 

“no, bunnny, i have to work, be good for me.” 

you nod and let out an accidental yelp when he pinches your nipple as a warning. 

“yes, sir, i’ll be so good,” you promise. and you do keep your word, you let hiromi play with your now swollen nipples without a complaint, even as the wetness coating your underwear start seeping into his clothes too. 

despite hiromi’s attempted discipline, his breathing always get ragged, his hips buck up sometimes, his cock hardens as if just to spite him. 

“are you okay, sir?”

oh god, how sweet and innocent you sound. 

“please don’t let me fuck you, please—“ 

“yes, sir.” 

that just makes it worse. he’s leaking from the tip of his cock against his thigh. your pussy must be so cute, covered in a patch of your fluffy fur, your juices stuck in the curls. it would be even prettier with his cum on it, he’d fill you up and pinch your folds together to make your entrance overflow.

luckily, or unluckily, you’re a good bunny. you help him calm down. he asked you not to let him fuck you, so that’s what you do. 

you point at something on his report, read it out loud to redirect his thoughts. it works, it hurts but it works. 

૮․ ․ ྀིაall rights reserved. no translations, plagiarism, modifications, reposts, or ai feeding. disturbing comments will be deleted. english is not my native language.

[silvverart]

I literally can’t get enough of them

[slutla]

LUCKY YOU !┆KINJI HAKARI FT. KIRARA

warnings. mdni. fem reader. guided (?) blow job. 3sums, cum eating. fwb? deep throating. characterization is prob wonky oops, experience gap, throat bulge (?) typos n unedited

summary. your throat’s got limits. luckily, help’s ready.

Kirara isn’t nearly as possessive as Hakari swears she is, and the fact that you’ve got your glossy lips wrapped around her boyfriend’s oozing tip is proof enough of that. Her jealousy is usually a fixed wall where his exes are concerned, thankfully, you aren’t one of them. You’re the one person she doesn’t mind sharing with. Cute as a button and pathologically clumsy, there’s a certain lack of grace in the way you move that inspires a sense of responsibility in her, a feeling that borders on the maternal.

You had practically collapsed into their laps earlier, whining about some guy from the weekend. The story was tragic in a pathetic sort of way—apparently, your throat is an anatomical mismatch for anyone over a certain caliber, and you’d ended up ruining a perfectly good pair of jeans with your dinner. It wasn’t the first time. You have a habit of failing the physical exam of modern dating, and Kirara, ever the pragmatist, decided it was a skill issue that needed serious addressing.

So here you are, pinned between Hakari’s knees, manicured nails digging crescent shapes into his thighs as you cough, desperate for a lungful of air. “I can’t do it,” you gasp out, your voice trembling and thick with spit. You pull away, looking entirely uncoordinated as you try to catch your breath. “Too much…my jaw s’lockin’ up, I can't—” You trail off and stare down at the rug, shoulders slumping in defeat. You’re completely overwhelmed, whether by the sheer, imposing size of him or the simple fact that you haven’t caught a decent breath in minutes.

Hakari doesn’t bother with a dramatic display. Instead, he goes still, a heavy silence settling over him that’s way more intimidating than a shout. He looks down at you, eyes half-lidded with a look of bored discontent that cuts deeper than any insult. "Man, you’re really killin' it doll.” Hakari says gruffly, "And not in the good way. If you’re gonna fold every time things get a little tight, why are you even on the floor?"

It’s obvious he’s losing his edge. He’s rock hard, cock hot ‘n throbbing, begging for a release that you’ve only met with tears, gags, and a whole lot of complaining. You know patience has never been one of his virtues, but the complete lack of concern is frankly jarring. Your spit-covered lip juts out in a tiny, offended pout, prompting Kirara to lean over from the couch and dig a sharp nudge right into his ribs.

“Knock it off, Kin. You’re not helping,” Kirara scolds and slides off the cushions to join you on the floor. Her warmth settles against your side as she rubs comforting circles into your back, feline-like eyes narrowing at the man above. “Let her take her time.”

Hakari huffs, a sharp puff of air through his nose, and leans forward to catch your jaw in a firm grip. His thumb tilts your face up, tracking the mess of tears and black mascara streaming down the plump curve of your cheek. “Look at her, babe.” He turns your head toward Kirara, forcing eye contact to prove his point. If he wasn’t so fucking built, and if you weren’t currently shaking like a leaf under his weight, you might have actually swung on him for the disrespect. But you’re stuck, pinned by his strength. “Fifteen minutes ‘n she’s still crying like I'm shoving a blade down her throat.”

The comment only irritates you further, but you bite your tongue and swat his hand away. You turn your attention back to Kirara, a look of pity etched onto her cutely rounded face. She taps a black nail against her pierced chin, looking deep in thought—likely trying to find a way to teach you that doesn't involve you choking. You admire her determination, silently wishing the other person in the room would follow her example instead of acting like an agitated brute.

Kirara stops and lets her hand drop to your shoulder, squeezing it once to ground you. “Alright,” she finally says, amethyst eyes boring into yours with an intensity that makes your mouth go dry. “Watch what I do, ‘kay? Seein’ it might make it easier.”

You aren’t entirely sure what she means, but you nod anyway. Without wasting any time, Kirara moves forward, lacking any of the clumsy hesitation that has been tripping you up. She settles her hands high on Hakari’s muscular thighs, right over the red marks that are already beginning to fade. He doesn’t say a word, but the change in his energy is instant; the bored expression vanishes, replaced by a lazy, knowing smirk as he watches her.

Now, you’re no expert, but you can tell Hakari is built like a prize. He’s thick ‘n long, a bronzed shaft topped with a tan head and anchored by heavy balls. A trail of dark, curly hair starts at his navel and snakes down, disappearing into skin steeped in honeyed light.

Kirara leans forward and rubs her cheek against his cock, an intimacy that makes watching feel like an intrusion, invitation or not. She drags her tongue up, tracing every prominent vein and gathering the beads of moisture you left behind. Then, she opens wide and sinks her mouth over the head. In the sudden quiet of the room, the wet, sliding sound of her throat working is the only thing you can hear.

You watch, lightheaded and with a knot of spit hardening in your own throat. You can't even swallow it down as you watch her take him deep, her nose pressing right into his curls. One of Hakari’s large hands reaches down, fingers tangling deep into Kirara’s black hair to guide her. His grip is firm as he dictates the pace, leaving her no choice but to take every last inch of him until the imprint of his cock is visible against the skin of her throat.

Hakari’s taking up the whole couch with a careless manspread. He’s slouched, hand still tangled deep into Kirara’s hair as she bobs her head on him. His hooded eyes sharp as they flicker over to you.

You’re sitting there with your hands folded neatly in your lap, looking shy ‘n mesmerized. The second you work up the nerve to look up, his gaze hits you like a physical weight, making your thighs clamp shut to try ‘n smother the heat pooling between them. It’s an adorable look on you, and Hakari actually feels a flicker of guilt for being such a dick earlier—putting you on the sidelines with his complaints.

“You gonna sit there lookin’ all dizzy, sweetheart, or you ready for another taste?” His voice is a strained, raspy scrape, dropping an octave just as Kirara swivels her head to keep her rhythm steady.

You do wish he’d found a less abrasive way to ask, but the sting of being left out is starting to set in—and technically, you do need the practice. So, you finally crawl into the cramped, narrow space between them. The move earns a muffled hum of approval from Kirara and a grin from Hakari. The atmosphere between the three of you is thick ‘n suffocating, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and faint white musk. You’re close enough now to see the feverish flush on Kirara’s cheeks and the way her throat jumps with every desperate, rhythmic buck of Hakari’s hips.

Unsure of what else to do since Kirara has his entire length occupied, you focus on the only part left unoccupied. You lean in and begin to suckle on his heavy balls, fingers acting nimble and quick as you fondle the one your mouth can't reach. The contact earns a noise from Hakari, his hand coming down to cup your cheek with surprising tenderness. "Motivated now, aren’t you?" he drawls, soft at the edges. You know it’s a jab at your earlier hesitation, but the way his voice softens makes it feel almost affectionate.

He turns his attention back to Kirara—a sight for sore eyes, looking up at him with a dazed expression. Her long lashes batting up at him, with every blink.

Then, sensing your eagerness to prove yourself, she decides it's time to swap. She pulls away with a soft gasp and a wet, echoing pop, smacking her shiny lips as she nudges you forward until you’re face-to-face with him once more.

You open as wide as your tiny mouth can manage, taking the full, heavy weight of him and hollowing your cheeks just like she demonstrated. The sheer size of him stretching your throat is a stinging ache, but the discomfort vanishes the moment a low, guttural vibration ripples through his frame. Hakari slumps his head back against the couch, letting out a ragged, broken sound of approval—a raw noise that hits your tongue so perfectly it sends a fresh wave of heat straight to your needy cunt, making you ache.

“Fuck, look at that,” he rasps, his hips giving a small, involuntary twitch against your tongue. “Knew you had it in you. Just had to stop overthinking ‘n start takin’ it.”

Kirara watches, genuinely impressed as you take shallow breaths through your nose and bob your head, lasting much longer than your first attempt.

Unfortunately, luck is a fickle thing, and your lungs eventually scream for air. You pull back with a wet, desperate gasp, but the momentum doesn't stop ‘cuz Kirara is already diving back in, her tongue lapping hungrily at the beads of pre oozing from his tip to keep him teetering on the edge and because you pulled off at the exact moment of no return.

One final, devastating lick from Kirara, has a thick, hot mess spluttering out, landing heavy ‘n stringy across Kirara’s pink, waiting tongue. She doesn’t even blink, Instead, she turns to you with a mischievous glint in her eyes and captures your lips in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. Your eyes go wide as you feel the gooey, salty warmth of his release invading your mouth.

You bolt upright with a petty thought: if you have to taste it, so does he. You lean forward ‘n smear his own release right back into his mouth with a messy kiss. You’re expecting him to recoil or get agitated, but when you pull back, he wipes a stray streak from his lip with the back of his hand, “Playin’ dirty, yeah?”

He doesn't wait for an answer, hands lunging out to grab your waist and haul you onto his lap. You feel tiny and pathetic against his frame, your puffy cunt pressing right against his thighs. He leans in ‘n gives it right back, forcing another wet, nasty kiss down your throat that tastes like him and Kirara. Kirara smiles, looking proud of how well you two are getting along, and even prouder that your throat has learned a few new tricks.

+ plot lame n didn’t turn out how I envisioned at all but deadass coukdnt think of anything else omfg 😥

[fromsil]

ᝰ. WHERE YOU AT?

ㅤ     ✎𓂃 KINJI HAKARI

✦ ⋆ ࣪. about : he was your ex for a reason, but sometimes reasons meant nothing when he was still so hot, even if it was just through texts. ✦ ⋆ ࣪. warnings : suggestive. body shaming. kinda toxic relationship. sm!au.

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©fromsil.

a.n. : very short one as i felt the worms falling asleep through that. i also feel he would be kinda toxic like that you know? the ex that always lingers and is so sure of himself? that him.

[ickyuji]

being hakari’s cute girlfriend that he bounces on his cock and sits beside him with a hand on your tits that fondle you while he’s betting </3

being hakari’s girlfriend who he ignores but slips his cock out to feed it to you when you’re being whiny </3

being hakari’s girlfriend who he totes around and gives stacks of money for spending sprees he later calls you out on even if he was the one to demand you dress up cute for him </3