men who brush your hand and their dick instantly starts pulsing against their thigh. men who feel out of control when you’re in the room, who need to excuse themselves to the bathroom to jerk into their fist, teeth clamped down on a towel. men who don’t even need you to be doing something sexual to get hard, who see you in no makeup and a ratty tee and immediately grab you by the hips to grind their leaking cock into the meat of your ass. men who slip inside you with a blissful, drawn-out moan, arms slipping under your shoulders to pull you closer. men who cum too quick, whimpering and babbling out an apology into your neck. men who make it up to you by getting drunk lapping at your quivering cunt until you push their face away from the overstimulation.
3 times he should have been mad at you & 1 time he was
ren kaji x reader, wc: 3k, req? no.
Sakura thinks he's gotten to know his fellow Bofurin members pretty well.
Suo likes to be a tease. Nirei likes to know everything about the people he admires. Hiragi is a worrier and Umemiya is a fantastic leader.
He thinks he knows about Ren Kaji, too. He's a hothead, who likes to keep to himself and doesn't let others mess with his personal bubble.
Except, Sakura is coming to realize, there's an exception.
And it's you.
He doesn't notice it right away. You're not a member of Bofurin, but just someone who hangs around. A friend of the second years, really. He knows enough about you to know that you've been friends with Kaji since middle school, and that's about it.
Oh, another thing Sakura knows about you.
Kaji lets you get away with things that would get a lesser man beaten up.
first offense: stealing his candy
Sakura isn't sure why he’s trailing behind Tamon team's second years on patrol, but he’s doing his job diligently. Kaji is leading the group, with Enomoto and Kusumi close by. It's been a relatively slow afternoon, and he's thankful that he doesn't have to worry about chasing down any losers that wander into town.
That's when you appear.
You're in your school uniform, he notices, but what grabs his attention most is how you easily slide up to the second year's grade captain.
"Hey, Ren," You smile the moment Kaji tugs his headphones off of one ear. There's not much emotion on his face, but the fact that he's even acknowledging you shows how much he cares.
"You just get out of club?" Kaji asks, and Kusumi pulls Enomoto and Sakura away to give you a moment of privacy to chat. You offer the boys smiles as they pass, but you're much too entranced by Kaji before you to pay them much mind.
"Yeah," You nod, assuring him. Your smile melts into a pout, and you watch as Kaji's eyes track the change despite his expression staying fixed neutral. "I'm supposed to go to extra tutoring classes now, but I'd rather skip."
"idiot," He huffs before he, most likely, even thinks. You don't blanch at the abrasive comment like most would, though. Instead, the edges of your smile start to come back. "You're too worried about your grades to skip tutoring."
He's right, but you don't feel like admitting it.
"It'll be almost dark by the time I'm out, though." You're pouting again, fingers twisting in the fabric of your uniform skirt. It's not that you're nervous; more so in need of something to occupy your hands while you chat.
"Text me what time and I'll walk you home." Kaji offers casually, though you see the red flush starting to creep up from under the neckline of his sweatshirt. "Don't be stupid and walk home at night alone."
"Okay," You roll your eyes, dragging out the two syllable word, but you're smiling nonetheless. "You have a funny way of showing you care, Ren."
"Shut up." He huffs, the exasperated sound drawing a laugh out of you. It's light and airy, and you don't miss the way Kaji seems to flush brighter at the sound.
You wish you could stay and talk all evening with him, but you really do have places you need to be. With a sigh, you pout once more and check the time on your phone.
"Shit. I've got to run or else I'll be late." You groan, shoving your phone back into your pocket. You take a step forward, towards Kaji, and that's when it happens.
Sakura can only watch—in utter horror—as you shove your hand into the front pocket of Kaji's hoodie. Right where he keeps his candy stash hidden away.
You do it so casually, so naturally, Sakura almost doesn't believe his eyes. It's over in nearly the blink of an eye, too, before you emerge with a stolen lollipop clenched tight between your fingers.
From where he's watching with the others a few paces away, Sakura braces, waiting for Kaji's shouts to back off of him.
But it doesn't come.
Instead, Kaji sticks his hand in his pocket and pulls out a second lollipop—extending it to you silently. You're grinning as you collect it alongside your stolen candy, and Sakura is trying to figure out how you're getting away with extra lollipops and no shouting.
He can only watch, in both confusion and amazement, as you accomplish a task no other would be able to.
You leave with a cheery goodbye, and Sakura is left with ears burning red after witnessing the situation.
verdict: not guilty
second offense: touching his headphones
Sakura thinks it might be a one-off thing. That Kaji might've just been in a rare good mood, or figured it might look bad if he shouted at you in the street on patrol.
They're not very likely, but it's all he has to work with.
Until a few days later, there's an impromptu Bofurin dinner at a local restaurant.
It's Tamon team leadership, mostly. Plus Umemiya, who makes up in energy to fill the space. The dinner is fine, nothing remarkable, until just before orders are placed and you arrive.
He hasn't seen you since he ran into you on patrol, and Sakura can only watch as you take the last open seat next to Kaji.
Kusumi, Sakura realizes later, had vacated his spot to make room for you.
You're smiling at everyone as you join the rowdy group of Bofurin boys. Kaji barely glances up from the menu as you sit down, but you do feel him knock his leg against yours under the table in acknowledgment.
He's wearing his headphones inside the restaurant, so you know something is bothering him. Probably from patrol, or class, and you make a note to ask him later before diving into the conversations happening around the table.
"I didn't know you'd be coming!" Umemiya cheers loudly, just as soon as you're settled. Hiragi hisses for him to quiet down, but the warning falls on deaf ears.
"I wasn't," You admit, toying with the edge of the menu to busy your hands. "But Ren texted and said to meet you guys out."
There's a chorus of 'oh, that makes sense' that rings out from around the table, and the topic swiftly moves on. You're quick to decide what you want from the menu and set it aside, pulling out a pen from your purse instead of joining Umemiya's conversation regarding vegetable plants.
There's a paper napkin on the table sitting between you and Kaji, and you draw a nine-square grid on it without saying a word. In the center, you mark the letter x, playing your first move.
You press your knee sideways into Kaji's thigh, leaving it there even after you get his attention.
With you offering him the pen, he knows what you want and he's quick to acquiesce. He doesn't remove his headphones, though, and you pout at the action.
He marks an o in the top right corner of the grid.
You get through three silent games of tic-tac-toe—moving closer into his space each turn—before the waitress comes back around to take the orders. There's nothing of note happening, until she gets to Kaji, who can't hear her ask what he wants with his headphones still on and blaring music.
You react before anyone can even wave to get his attention, much to Sakura's horror.
One moment there's silence, waiting for Kaji to realize he's being spoken to, and the next—you're pulling his headphones off and holding them close to your body, out of his reach.
"Ren," You call his name gently, headphones still clutched in your hands. You nod your head in the direction of the waitress, catching him up to what's happening around him. "What're you ordering?"
Sakura expects there to be a blowout, right there in the middle of the restaurant. He's never seen anyone touch Kaji's headphones besides Kaji, and you just tugged him right off his head without any preamble.
Instead, Kaji just looks at the waitress and gives his order in a bored tone. He makes a note that he's paying for your meal, too, and no one else at the table seems to bat an eye.
"Put my headphones in your bag," Kaji tells you flatly. He's not ordering you around, but he's earned the stern attention of Hiragi down the table for his response. You don't need the older boy to help rein Kaji in, though, because you don't even flinch before leveling him with a pointed look. Kaji huffs, the tips of his ears suddenly tinged red. "Please."
"That's more like it." You grin, happily stuffing Kaji's precious headphones into your purse for the remainder of dinner. "I'll keep 'em safe, Ren."
"Yeah," Kaji huffs, fiddling with the pen and not looking directly at you. He's entirely too apathetic about headphones he's never seen without, and it doesn't make sense to Sakura. "Whatever. Your turn."
Sakura can only watch as you and Kaji go back to your own little world, heads ducked close together and mumbling about the game you're playing on a napkin.
Sakura flushes. He thinks he's starting to put the pieces together.
verdict: not guilty
third offense: taking his clothes
Sakura doesn't really mean to catch the third time Ren Kaji should blown up on you.
It's just, Pothos Café is his place. It's part of his daily routine, a place of comfort, whether he wants to admit it or not. He doesn't go into the café one weekend morning for breakfast with the intent of observing you and Kaji, but it's just something that happens.
The two of you are already seated in a corner booth by the time he arrives. Papers strewn out across the space, two mugs of coffee and a single plate already emptied of its contents. You wave to Sakura, and he waves back, but then he sits at the counter to order and you go back to work.
It took a lot of work to convince Kaji to go out and study with you on a Saturday morning. Really, you're impressed with yourself that you managed to pull it off.
Though, he has spent the better part of your study time looking at his phone, headphones sat around his shoulders but blasting music so loud you could hear it from across the table.
The spirit is there, at least.
"Are you getting any more coffee?" You ask Kaji, breaking the silence that had fallen over your chosen booth while you worked through a mountain of homework. You've been eyeing your empty mug for the past five minutes, debating about asking Kotoha behind the counter for a refill.
"Why? You want some?" Kaji counters with a question, looking up from his phone for the first time in a while. You guess he more so agreed to go to Pothos with you than to go to Pothos and study.
"Yeah, I think." You decide, setting down your pencil with the intention to get up and ask for a refill. But you don't get to move more than a few inches before Kaji is up, your mug in hand as he walks towards the counter.
You smile as you watch him go, asking Kotoha for a second mug so your studying isn't interrupted. It's silly, really, how such small things make you so happy.
While he's up, you spot his bag sitting on the opposite side of the booth just as the chill of the café suddenly gets to you.
"Ren, I'm taking your sweatshirt!" You call out, more as an announcement than asking for permission. By the time Sakura turns his head to look, you're already digging in his bag to look for the aforementioned article of clothing.
Kaji is leaning against the counter, near enough to Sakura that he's cautious as he waits for his response. If not shouting, Sakura thinks, then at least a stern warning to stay out of his stuff.
Instead, Kaji shrugs, barely looking up from his phone to see what you're doing.
"'Kay," Kaji mumbles, waiting for Kotoha to refill your coffee. "Don't spill shit on it this time."
"I won't," You reply cheerily, tugging the sweatshirt on and getting back to work.
Like it's all normal.
Sakura feels his mind stall, then his face flush. Kaji had said this time. Which means you've taken his clothes more than once. Sakura feels like he might combust if he thinks about it too long, so instead he turns and blushes into his plate of omelette rice.
He tries to pretend he doesn't hear Kotoha snickering.
verdict: not guilty. possibility of repeat offenses.
final offense: letting some no name shishitoren boy get too close to you
Sakura has no idea what occasion Umemiya managed to come up with for Bofurin's latest mixer at the school.
It's not just Furin High in attendance, but Shishitoren and other friends, too. Like you. He doesn't think much of it when he sees you arrive early on in the party, his focus more so on surviving an evening of Suo's public teasing.
It's not until later when Nirei grabs his arm and whisper-shouts your name that Sakura realizes something might be wrong.
"Oh no." Nirei panics, setting Sakura on edge and merely gaining Suo's attention. "Kaji isn't going to be happy about this..."
"What's happening now?" Sakura is on alert, head swiveling around to find the source of Nirei's panic. All he finds are party goers enjoying the drinks and snacks painstakingly set out on tables, mixing and chatting like any normal event.
"Ah, I see." Suo hums, though his smirk doesn't fade, so Sakura thinks it shouldn't be too bad. "Poor boy won't know what'll hit him."
"The hell are you two on about?" Sakura snaps, tired of looking around like an idiot and being the only one not in the know. It's then that Nirei repeats your name and points, picking you out of the crowd.
You're on the outskirts of the mixer, near one of the refreshment tables. You're talking from somebody he doesn't recognize from Shishitoren, and Sakura's face immediately flushes when he takes in the boy's body language.
Clearly, you're being hit on.
From what he can see, you're being a good sport about it. You've always been kind every time he spoke to you, and he doesn't think this time is different.
But even from so far away, Sakura can tell that you're not interested.
"What's the big deal? If he's making her uncomfortable, we can step in." Sakura shrugs, watching your interaction with the Shishitoren boy closely for any signs that you want out of the conversation.
"That is the big deal." Suo croons, point unsubtly to a new figure on the scene. Kaji.
Sakura can only watch as Kaji storms up to you and the Shishitoren boy, frown etched so deeply onto his face it can only scream trouble. Still, you only smile at Kaji, far brighter than what you had given the other boy.
Kaji pulls his lollipop from his mouth like he's going to start yelling. You shove the candy back in to muffle whatever he had to say.
"Uh," Sakura can't look away from the scene. He's ready to interrupt if Kaji starts to blow a fuse, but he knows Enomoto, Kusumi, or Hiragi would be better suited to help. "Should we—"
He interrupts himself, then, when you wrap your hand around Kaji's and drag him in the direction of the school. He watches until the two of you disappear into the building, and it's then that he looks at his two friends.
"What was that?" Sakura asks, but his face is starting to burn a deep crimson and he thinks he knows before anyone can answer his question.
"You didn't know?" Nirei asks, like anyone is as informed as him about members of Bofurin. Sakura just looks at him blankly, trying to avoid Suo's smug look at his blush. "They're dating. Have been, for a while."
And that... makes too much sense.
The one time Sakura sees Kaji get upset with you—and Kaji's not even upset with you. He's not mad. He's jealous.
Sakura's face is burning, now.
verdict: guilty
sentence: dealing with a pouty Ren Kaji
"Were you jealous, Ren?"
"No. Shut up." Your boyfriend fires off two quick to be believable.
Not to mention, he nearly just went off on the poor unsuspecting Shishitoren boy that was hitting on you.
You've snuck away from the mixer and into his empty classroom to take a break from the crowd. You're not sad to be away from the party, especially not when you're with Kaji.
"I can't believe it," You giggle, shaking your head. Perched atop a desk, you're sitting taller than Kaji. It doesn't help that he's slouched in a chair beside the desk you're on, arms crossed and headphones around his neck. "You were totally jealous."
"'M gonna leave if you don't stop." Kaji threatens, but you know it's empty. He's not convincing in the slightest—not when he leans forward to rest his elbow on your desk, chin propped up in the palm of his hand. "So what if I don't like seeing some idiot hit on my girlfriend?"
He's frowning, pouting, up at you. You're weak to the sight, and you know you need to reward him for expressing his feelings on the situation so openly.
"Sorry," You offer to soothe the burn of what had happened. Leaning forward, you press a short kiss to his pout. It's more of a peck than anything, and you know it's not enough to satisfy him. "I won't let it happen again. Cross my heart."
You sign over your chest, but before you could get through half the motion, Kaji grips your hand in his, threading your fingers together.
"Don't apologize for what that moron was doing." He's still frowning, and you know you have a while until you can get him back to normal.
You kiss him again.
Your boyfriend has a short temper, but never with you.
wbk reacting to you getting beaten up by a rival gang .𖥔 ݁ ˖
w/ SUO HAYATO, KIRYU MITSUKI, AND KAJI REN
part 2 with Sakura, Togame, and Uryu is here!
Tags: Descriptions of wounds (nothing too graphic, just mentions of blood and bruises), angst, hurt/comfort!
SUO HAYATO ⋆˙⟡
He should’ve seen this coming.
He’s carrying you on his back, his heart battering against his ribcage as you lie slumped over his back.
He’d been at home, completely ready for bed. Just before he tucked himself in though, he got a panicked phone call from Nirei, the blonde boy’s voice high pitched and frantic.
He’d rushed out of his house, not even bothering to change or put on shoes. When he’d gotten to the location Nirei sent him, he found you hunched over on yourself, sitting on a bench. Nirei was sitting next to you, his jacket on your shoulders. Sakura knelt in front of you, checking your injuries.
You looked up, and Suo’s heart shattered like porcelain. A stream of blood leaked from your nostrils, a bruise bloomed across your throat, and your left eye was swelling. Sakura stood up and Suo quickly took his place. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing your cheeks as you tremble.
“What happened lovely?” he asked, his eyes wide and concerned.
You were silent for a brief moment before you slipped off the bench and into Suo’s arms. You sobbed, “I don’t even know . . . Hayato . . .”
He pulled you into his chest, stroking your hair and kissing your hairline. “Shhh, shh, take your time, it’s okay.”
You wiped your tears and whimpered. “I think someone recognized me . . . they saw me walking with you one day . . . they . . . they had a white jacket on . . . ?”
Sakura and Nirei shot each other sharp looks behind you, before eyeing Suo, who remained stone faced. You continued softly, “I think they wanted to get to you through me?”
Suo went rigid, his breath hitching. Of course. Of course. No one knows anything about him, any of his other weaknesses. Of course they’d go through the first option they’re given. He was an idiot. He was so fucking stupid.
He kissed your forehead and shook his head. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“. . . ” he removed Nirei’s jacket from your shoulders and replaced it with his. Then, with the help of Sakura and Nirei, he got you situated on his back as he walked you home, to his apartment.
“Hayato,” you whisper, your soft voice snapping him out of his recollection of the past half hour.
“Yes lovely?” he asks, turning his head slightly towards you. You gently play with a tassel, and he smiles.
“Thank you for coming. It was by complete accident that Sakura and Nirei found me, but I'm thankful they did. I was so scared, but when I heard Nirei calling you . . . I was so relieved. I love you,” and then your head droops, sleep overtaking you as you breathe in and out deeply.
Suo almost trips over his own feet. His eyes go wide and he sighs. His heart swells and he kisses your cheek.
“I love you too,” he whispers, “so much lovely.”
KIRYU MITSUKI ⋆˙⟡
Kiryu has an inkling that something was wrong since the morning. It was currently noon, the sun blaring down on the two of you. He was very close to sweating but for some reason, you were in a sweater. The two of you were walking in a strip mall, hand in hand, window shopping.
He studied you, analyzing your appearance. He’d known that you had a crop top at home that you were excited to wear once the weather got warmer, so then why . . .?
“Mitsuki?” You ask, fanning yourself with your hand. “Are you okay?”
“Are you?” He asks softly. His voice is gentle as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. “Why’re you sweating like this sweetie? You should take your sweater off.”
You stiffen marginally, but relax just as fast. It doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend though, who pouts and furrows his brow.
“I just bought this sweater,” you explain softly. “It’d be a waste to not wear it, right?”
“Then what about the tank tops you bought two weeks ago?” He presses. “That blue looked really cute on you.”
You hum and nod. “Hmmm yeah, maybe.”
“ . . . Cut it out,” he says pulling you closer. “Why’re you lying? Are you okay? Did something happen?” He hugs you and nuzzles his face into your neck. “I’m worried [name]-ie.”
You sigh after a moment, your hand coming up to pat his head. “It’s okay, I’m okay.”
“You’re gonna die of heatstroke!” he exclaims.
You sigh and shake your head, lifting a hand up to fan your face. “Mitsuki-” you begin, but suddenly your sleeve slides down your arm, and the edge of the bruise starts to peak out from behind the cuff.
Kiryu’s eyes narrow in on it and he instantly jumps. His hand wraps around your wrist and he pulls the sleeve down slowly, revealing a nasty bruise in the shape of a hand.
“ . . . Mitsuki-”
“What happened to you?” He asks, his voice hardened by shock. “Where did you get this from?”
“. . . it’s nothing,” you sigh. “I don’t know. Some guys just kinda cornered me the other day and were being asshats,” you mutter angrily. “They . . . beat me up.”
“What?” Kiryu asks. For a second he thinks he misheard you but the more uncomfortable you look by his silence, the more he knows that’s not true.
The two of you stare at each other for a moment before Kiryu drags you into the nearest department store. He leads you to the back of the store and pulls you into the first open stall.
“Mitsuki you can’t do thi-”
“I wanna see what they did. Take the sweater off.”
You stare at him indignantly for a few minutes before finally pulling the sweater up over your head. Bruises cover your torso, your stomach displaying an array of nasty purple splotches.
Kiryu stares at you, his face falling. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?” he asks quietly after a moment.
“Because they wanted a rise out of you and I didn’t want to give them that.”
“You should’ve told me,” he grabs your arms and yanks you into a hug, squeezing you tight against him.
“I’ll heal.”
“That’s not the point,” he whispers against your neck. He pulls himself back and stares deeply into your eyes, his own a whirlwind storm of different emotions. “You always take care of me whenever I’m injured,” he whispers, lifting your wrist up to give the inside of it a kiss. “I wanted to do the same for you.”
You don’t know how long the two of you stand there in the fitting room hugging, but eventually, you’re back at his place, in his shirt, on his bed, in his arms, and you’ve never felt safer in your life.
KAJI REN ⋆˙⟡
Kaji’s sun bathing on the roof, the heat soft against his skin. Music was blaring in his ears, a tiny smile graced his face as he pictures the date the two of you are about to go on later today: go to Pothos . . . get some food . . . hold hands . . .
His smile widens as he pictures it. He can’t wait.
But he won’t have to, cuz you come to him. Or more like someone drags you to him.
“Kaji!” Enomoto shouts, yanking his headphones off.
Kaji sits up and looks through the chain link fence blocking the edge of the roof. At first he doesn’t see what Enomoto is pointing at, but then . . . he sees it.
Kusumi is already hurrying to your side, and scoops your limp body into his arms as he checks your injuries. More second years also rush to your body to look over you. They all know you through your relationship with Kaji, and they all see you as a sister of sorts.
Kaji is bursting through doors and racing through hallways, desperate to get to you. When he finally gets out to the courtyard, his heart is thrumming in his chest as his peers part to let him approach.
Kusumi sets you gently in Kaji’s arms, and Kaji tucks you under his chin. He looks up at Kusumi and Enomoto, who kneels by your side to assess your damage.
Kaji’s fingers dig into your arm as he growls, “What the fuck is this?”
You cough hoarsely as Kusumi says, “I got a text of a photo from an unknown number. Here,” Kusumi shows a photo of a broken you, your body in a fetal position to try and deflect the beating. You face has cuts all over it and bruises mar whatever skin is visible in the picture.
“It was probably a few stragglers from Keel who wanted revenge,” another second year theorizes.
Kaji grits his teeth and pulls you tighter against him. The fact that those lowlife scum would go after you . . . he’ll kill them all. The white hot rage that he knows all too well floods his system and short circuits his senses. He can feel it taking control of his brain. It threatens to take complete hold over him, turning his vision red.
“Ren…?” You whisper against his jaw.
And just like that, he snaps out of it. The other boys freeze as you speak. Kaji gently pulls you back so he can better see into your eyes. Your poor sweet eyes, which are teary and scared. He hates seeing you like this. Hates knowing how scared you must’ve been when you were being assaulted.
"C'mon, let's get you patched up," he mutters. He lifts you in his arms and carries you inside the school, calling for someone to prepare the nurse's office.
“Ren,” you whisper into his neck. Enomoto shouts for some food and water as you continue, “I was so scared.”
Kaji can only give a tight nod. He doesn’t know what else to do. He feels horrible, like this is all his fault. In a way, he supposes it is. When he feels you nuzzle against him, soaking in his scent, he wants to throw you far away from him, that way he can never accidentally cause you pain like this again.
Nevertheless, he carries you back into the school and into the nurse’s office, where a first aid kit is being organized, and some dorayaki and milk is brought forward to you. Some of the boys fuss over you, bandaging your cuts and pouring water into your mouth. You thank them graciously. Kaji stands off to the side, watching the ordeal unfold.
Once they’re done, everyone leaves you and Kaji alone. He holds your hand and you rub your thumb along his hand.
“I’m sorry,” he croaks after he watches you silently for a moment. Anguish is written in his eyes.
“. . . Just hold my hand,” you whimper. "That always makes it better, right?" What choice does Kaji have but to comply?
He gives your hand a firm squeeze and you lean against him. He kisses your hair and you fall asleep, your body exhausted, but protected at last.
A/N: I wanted to do so many other characters for this, so lemme know if you want a part two!
