It started slowly, so insignificant that no one even noticed how or rather why he'd skip a few Toman meetings from time to time. His friends were quick to adapt to his absence, knowing how impulsively chaotic he is, they figured he'd probably be up to some kind of mischief– he is Keisuke Baji after all.
However, it became more obvious. Chifuyu found it quite unusual for Baji to go to school early and he was nowhere to be found during lunch break. Not only that but his grades were suddenly getting better.
The founders of Toman noticed his strange shift in behavior as well. Whenever they went out together Mitsuya would catch Baji staring at the flowers displayed outside a particular flower shop a little too long. Draken noticed too how the jewelry shop seemed all too interesting to him.
And one day Kazutora ran into Baji buying chocolates, candies and all the sugary stuff he sweared were too sweet for him. "They're not mine," he said but refused to tell whom he bought them for.
Though he denied it, the others already knew that he was in love. Chifuyu even caught him walking you home while carrying your bag. The sweet snacks he bought in your hand and the flower he'd been eyeing for weeks in your other hand.
Could you possibly do Mikey, draken, and Baji (+ if you’d like to add any characters, these are just the ones that come to mind) with a deaf reader who’s very sweet and kind, but has issues standing up for themself? I’ve been obsessed with the movie a silent voice lately and for some reason, my brain has decided to combine the two.
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. you’re used to being overlooked and talked over, but he refuses to let anyone treat you like you don’t matter.
𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji & keisuke baji
𝐚/𝐧: i watched that movie once but i was like 8 or smth so i barely understood it at that time...is this a sign to rewatch??
manjiro sano
mikey’s always been gentle with you from the very beginning. he doesn’t treat you like you’re fragile—he treats you like you’re precious.
you’re one of a kind in his eyes, and once you two make it official, he already knows what your situation is like, so his natural protectiveness doubles with you.
he learned basic sign language fast just so he could talk to you without needing anyone else as a middleman. which is shocking because he tends to be lazy or prefers to nap instead, but hey, he’s now a boy in love. of course he’ll start to have little changes.
as mentioned, mikey’s really protective. the second someone gives you a weird look, talks over you, or makes you uncomfortable, his aura changes instantly. that sleepy, childish expression disappears and the “invincible mikey” comes out.
he hates when you don’t stand up for yourself. not because he’s mad at you, but because it hurts him to see someone being mean to the kindest person he knows. he also hates how he can’t always be by your side to defend you since he has his own gang duties, too.
mikey’s thought about teaching you basic self-defense moves...maybe it’ll be time to start doing that soon.
it was a random tuesday afternoon, mikey had brought you along to a toman gathering with the promise of walking you home afterwards—which really was an excuse to spend more time together—when one of the newer members started mocking the way you signed. you just smiled awkwardly and looked down, not wanting to cause trouble.
but mikey, who was half-asleep against your shoulder, slowly opened his eyes.
in seconds he was standing in front of the guy, dark eyes empty.
“you made them uncomfortable,” he said quietly. “apologize.”
the guy tried to laugh it off. bad choice.
mikey’s fist was already flying. after the guy was lying flat on the ground, manjiro met your gaze with softness again. he gently took your hands and signed, “you don’t have to be nice to people who don’t deserve it. i’ll protect you. always.” then kissed your forehead like nothing happened.
ken ryuguji
draken is the most patient and understanding out of the three. he learned sign language properly and even taught some of the other toman members so they could communicate with you better.
he refuses to let you feel out of place at all. so he tries his best for others to include you in the conversations. and with his position in toman, it’s easy for him to do so.
draken’s very aware of how people can be cruel to those who are “different.” needless to say, he becomes fiercely protective of you, though not in a way that feels suffocating.
he gently encourages you to stand up for yourself, but never forces it. instead, he stands right behind you like a silent threat so you feel safe enough to try. and with that height? yeah, it’s intimidating as hell.
he gets internally angry when people ignore you or speak over you. but out of respect, he doesn’t grab them by the collar. otherwise he would—so to keep his calm, you’ll feel his hand on your lower back, grounding you.
at a festival, someone kept talking over you, pretending you weren’t there. so what you did was simply start shrinking into yourself. what could you do anyway? you’re used to this.
but draken had already watched the whole thing. before you got the chance to step away, he stepped forward, towering over them with a cold look and one, “they’re speaking. show some respect.”
later, he pulled you aside, gently tilting your chin up so you could see his face clearly. “you’re too kind for this world sometimes,” he signed. “but you don’t have to take everything. i’ve got your back.”
his tall frame shielding you from the crowd, ken pulled you into a tight, secure embrace.
keisuke baji
baji is chaotic protective. he doesn’t fully understand sign language at first, but he tries so hard it’s almost funny. he drags chifuyu to help him learn.
baji admires how sweet you are, but it also makes him worry. not in an obvious way though. he won’t admit it. he’s constantly telling you (in his loud, feral way) that you need to bite back sometimes. and, well, not that he minds kicking ass for you but he wants you to feel that adrenaline rush too.
he gets loud when someone disrespects you. zero filter. will start throwing hands instantly.
secretly soft; he carries around a small notebook so he can write dumb jokes and notes for you.
however, unlike your restrained reaction, baji lost it.
“hey, look at them tryin’ out sign language. you think it makes them feel cool?”
a group of guys started making fun of the way you signed during a gathering. you could tell by the way two of them kept glancing at you and covering their mouths, while one didn’t hide the way he was pointing toward you.
you just kept quiet and tried to smile it off like always.
“THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!” he yelled, clearly pissed, grabbing the main guy by the collar. “say that shit again and i’ll knock your teeth out!”
after draken yanked him off, baji came back to you breathing hard, eyes still wild. he took out the notebook and scribbled messily,
“don’t let them treat you like that. if anyone bothers you, i’ll handle it. but try to get mad sometimes too, okay? i hate seeing you take it.”
but baji barely gave you time to read when he tugged you against him, hand holding the back of your head to calm himself down, thinking, you’re too sweet for your own good.
ꗃ sum. a collection of tokyo's hottest summer tunes! featuring manjiro sano, ken ryuuguji, chifuyu matsuno, kazutora hanemiya, and keisuke baji. get to know them intimately in these new hit tracks!
tags. fem!reader. smut. all characters are written in their adult timeline (20+). pwp. unprotected sex. pet play ("kitten"). collars/leashes. breeding. cumflation. body worship (r). oral (r). size difference. dubcon (somnophilia). thigh fucking. just some smutty lil drabbles i cooked up at 3am.
a/n. sooo i'm dipping my toes back into writing for tumblr but we will see how it goes! i'm anticipating this being three "sides" or parts and i'm actually really excited about the next one because it involves shuji (≧▽≦)
ꗃ : side a / side b / side c
☆ track #1: manjiro sano
— feat. breeding
manjiro is quiet when he fucks you.
not silent, but quiet in that concentrated way he always gets when he wants something— when he’s taking something. when his mind has gone dark and low and given in to the intrusive thoughts.
you’re beneath him, folded in half, your legs pushed up and back until your knees press into the mattress. he’s deep— so deep you can feel him in your stomach— and the position leaves you with nowhere to go, nothing to do but take it. just like he wants.
“you're so good,” he breathes, his voice hoarse as he rocks into you. “so fucking good like this. all spread open for me.”
his pace is steady and purposeful. every thrust is controlled, like he’s pushing his cum deeper with each stroke. like he wants to ruin you from the inside out. and maybe he does. maybe that’s the point.
you moan his name, your fingers digging into the sheets, and manjiro groans in return, the sound low and guttural. his forehead presses to yours, sweat beading at his temple, his breath shaky.
“gonna fill you up,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your mouth. “make sure it takes.”
your walls flutter around him at the words— at the promise in them— and that’s all it takes.
manjiro snarls, hips snapping forward one last time as he cums deep inside you once again, burying himself to the hilt.
he doesn’t pull out, doesn’t even think about it. he just holds you there— pressed full, pinned open, panting against your skin— and grinds. small, slow, filthy rolls of his hips that have you seeing stars.
you blink to clear your vision, lifting your head to the best of your ability, and glancing down where your bodies connect. above it, your stomach is bloated, filled with his loads that never seem to end.
"look at that," he murmurs, onyx eyes following your line of sight. "gonna look so pretty all swollen with my baby.”
☆ track #2: ken ryuuguji
— feat. size difference
you don’t stand a chance against him.
not when ken decides he wants you. not when his hands are twice the size of yours and wrapped tight around your hips, dragging you into him like you weigh nothing at all. you try to brace yourself against his chest, but it’s useless— his body is a wall of corded muscle intent on pinning you down.
“c’mon, baby,” ken says, his voice low and unbothered, like he’s not already manhandling you into whatever position he wants. “you know i got you.”
and he does. he always does.
you’re on your stomach one second and flipped over flat on your back the next, your head spinning with how easily he moves you— how eagerly he manhandles you, like it turns him on just knowing he can.
“you’re so small,” he groans, crowding over you, spreading your legs wider with his thighs and pinning your wrists above your head with one massive hand. “feels like you’re gonna break.”
your breath stutters when he thrusts his hips forward, his thick cock heavy against your pussy, not even inside yet and it’s already too much. the stretch is going to ruin you and he hasn’t even started.
“you like that, huh?” he murmurs, his mouth dragging down your neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses across your pebbled skin. “like being tossed around a little?”
you whimper beneath him, and he laughs breathlessly. “don’t worry, sweetheart,” ken reassures you, “i’ll make it fit.”
he does— slowly, deliberately, inch by inch until your back arches off the bed and your hands twist helplessly in his grip. he’s huge, stretching you open with a kind of patience that only makes it worse, like he wants you to feel every second of it.
“shit— you’re squeezin’ me so tight,” he grits out, jaw clenched as he bottoms out. “too much?”
before you can even begin to formulate a response, he smirks, rising back up only to whisper in your ear. “nah, you can take it. you always do.”
☆ track #3: chifuyu matsuno
— feat. body worship
"you're so pretty, baby.” chifuyu murmurs the sentiment against your lips, whispers it so sweetly your teeth start to ache.
he always makes you feel like this— adored, loved, cherished. like he’s memorizing every inch of you, cataloguing every breath you take. his hands are warm where they cradle your cheeks, his thumbs brushing along your jaw as if the shape of you alone deserves reverence.
“you don’t even know,” he continues, his voice low, almost awestruck. “how could you? you don’t see what i see.”
he kisses you again, slower this time, his fingers drifting lower, skimming your collarbone, ghosting over your ribs. his lips follow, pressing kisses to the hollow of your throat, the curve of your shoulder, the swell of your chest as it rises and falls with shallow breaths.
“fuyu..” you say his name like it’s the only thing tethering you to the moment. like if you didn’t, you might just float away.
he hums in response, his mouth continuing its descent until it hovers right below your navel. “you’re perfect. every part of you.”
his gaze flicks back up, and for a beat, he just looks at you— green eyes sparkling like you’re the answer to every question he’s never known how to ask. he presses a kiss to the soft skin of your inner thigh, slow and deliberate. then, another. and another.
each one is a vow. a promise bestowed by his mouth, not in words, but in worship. a promise that he’ll never treat you like anything less than a goddess.
his hands are gentle as they roam— fingertips delicately skimming up your sides as though he’s afraid to ask too much of you, to take too much. everything about him in this moment is patient. devoted. he shifts between your legs, his breath hot against your skin, and when he finally kisses your slick folds, you gasp, your body arching instinctively.
“just relax for me,” he murmurs, “let me take care of you.”
his tongue follows the path his kisses paved, slow and purposeful, like he’s learning you all over again. and maybe he is— each sigh you give him, every tremble of your thighs, becomes something sacred to him.
he groans softly against you when you moan his name again, his hands firm at your hips to keep you steady. you’re dizzy with it— his praise, his mouth, the intensity of it all.
“you have no idea,” he breathes between strokes of his tongue, “how much i love you like this. how good you are. how beautiful.”
and when your fingers tangle in his hair and your voice breaks apart on his name, he closes his eyes, drinks in the sound, and smiles— like he’s the lucky one. like worshiping you is a privilege he’ll never take for granted.
soft breaths, slow and steady, your chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm beneath the sheets. you don’t stir when the mattress dips or when warm hands slip beneath the blanket, careful not to wake you.
kazutora watches you in the dark, golden eyes lit with something dangerous. you’re so peaceful like this— unguarded, trusting. it breaks something open in his chest that never healed right in the first place.
he brushes your hair back, the pads of his thumbs ghosting over your cheek, your mouth, your throat. he’s already hard, already aching, and the sound you make when you shift in your sleep nearly ruins him right then and there.
“shhhh,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to your shoulder. “i won’t even put it inside.”
he’s careful when he pulls out his cock. ever so cautious as he feeds it between your plush thighs, his brow furrowing at the warmth radiating off your sweet pussy above it. you’re soft and warm and pliant around him as he grinds forward, his cock sliding along the slick heat.
he groans quietly, low in his throat, as he ruts against you. your skin is wet where his tip catches, slick with his arousal, but he doesn’t fuck you. not yet. not when you’re asleep. he told himself he wouldn’t.
but your thighs— fuck, they’re enough.
“feels so good, baby,” he murmurs against your skin, teeth grazing your shoulder. “feels like you want this. like you’ve been waiting for me.”
you shift again, muttering something half-coherent in your sleep. your head tilts toward him, and god— it makes him twitch between your legs, his hips stuttering as he fucks the space between your thighs like an animal in heat.
his hand moves to your waist, holding you flush against him as he grinds deeper, quicker, more desperately.
“i’ll be gentle,” he promises, his voice rough, lips dragging over your neck. “i’ll take care of you when you wake up. i’ll make it so fucking good, you’ll beg me to do it again.”
but for now— he fucks your thighs like they’re your cunt, burying his moans in your skin as if confessing them out loud would make him unworthy.
his rhythm falters, his cock twitching as he thrusts forward one last time, and when he cums, it’s with a choked gasp, his jaw falling ajar, cum spilling across your skin— sticky and warm between your thighs.
“mine,” he pants against your skin, “you’re mine forever.”
☆ track #5: keisuke baji
— feat. pet play
you can feel his stare before you hear him move. it’s heavy. possessive. the kind of look that settles deep under your skin and stays there, molten hot and aching.
you’re already kneeling when keisuke rises to his feet— waiting, just like he told you to. the collar he clasped around your throat earlier gleams in the low light, leather snug against your skin, the metal ring at the front catching his eye.
“fuck,” he breathes, his voice thick with approval. “look at you, kitten.”
your chin lifts as you look up at him through your lashes, lips parted, eyes soft. and the way he grins— crooked, hungry, proud— makes your heart pound in your chest.
he stalks toward you slowly, like a predator savoring its kill. one hand reaches for the leash he left coiled on the nightstand, and when he clips it to the ring of your collar, the sound of metal meeting metal makes something inside you clench tight.
“there she is,” he murmurs, fingers brushing the side of your neck before curling around the leash, giving it a tug. “my good fuckin’ girl.”
the praise burns through you, your thighs pressing together as you sit a little straighter. keisuke crouches in front of you, the leash still wrapped around his hand, and tilts your chin up until there’s nowhere left to look but him. his bronze eyes shine with something primal, something possessive.
“yours,” you whisper back, because you know that’s what he wants to hear. what he needs to hear.
“damn right,” he growls, crashing his mouth against yours. the kiss is all teeth and hunger, like he’s trying to brand you with the shape of his mouth. when he pulls away, there’s a small string of spit connecting you, and his tongue darts out to lick at it until it snaps.
“on the bed. hands and knees.” and you obey instantly. because when keisuke tells you to do something, it isn’t about control— it’s about trust. and he wears that trust like a crown.
you feel his eyes dragging over you as you move, the mattress dipping beneath you, and then his hand is at the small of your back. he leans in close— so close you can feel his breath against your ear.
“you wear my collar well,” he purrs. “now lemme show you what good pets get when they behave.”
You catch the tail end of some girl telling Mikey she could “keep him warm better than whoever he’s with.” He tilts his head at her, amused, when you walk up and without breaking stride,shove her shoulder hard enough to make her stumble back.
“Oh,” you say in mock surprise, stepping into Mikey’s space, “didn’t see you there. Thought you were trash someone left on the sidewalk.”
Mikey bursts out laughing, arm sliding around your shoulders as you drag him away.
Ken Ryuguji
A girl reaches out and grabs Draken’s arm while he’s trying to leave a shop. You see red.
“Let go,” you say sharply, stepping in. She rolls her eyes and doesn’t… so you deck her. Not enough to knock her out, but enough to send her stumbling into the nearest display rack.
Draken catches your wrist before you can swing again, smirking at the shocked look on her face, “Guess you didn’t know my girl’s got a mean right hook.”
Keisuke Baji
He’s leaning on the counter at a café, and some girl decides to tuck a piece of his hair behind his ear. You walk in, see it, and before Baji can react you’re there, grabbing her wrist and shoving her back.
“Touch him again and I’ll snap your fingers one by one,” you warn, stepping right into her space. She backs up fast.
Baji just grins at you like you’re his personal hero and hands you your drink, “You’re scary hot when you’re like that.”
Kazutora Hanemiya
You spot some girl sitting on his bike seat, leaning toward him with a coy smile. He’s clearly uncomfortable.
By the time you reach them, you’ve got your fist balled. You grab her by the collar of her jacket and yank her off the bike so hard she almost eats pavement.
“Move before I make it worse,” you growl.
Kazutora’s eyes are wide, but not from fear, he’s proud. “You’re insane,” he says, helping you up onto the bike before starting it up, “and you’re mine.”
Takashi Mitsuya
He’s helping a customer at the shop when she leans across the counter and blows him a kiss. You just… walk right up, grab the front of her shirt, and shove her back a few steps.
“He’s not interested. Find someone else to bother.”
She mutters something under her breath as she leaves, and you take one threatening step after her until Mitsuya pulls you back, chuckling, “You really don’t do subtle, do you?”
Chifuyu Matsuno
You’re halfway across the store when you spot some girl standing way too close to him at the register, tracing her finger over his arm while asking if he’s single.
You don’t even slow down, you grab her hand mid-touch, twist it just enough to make her yelp, and shove it away.
“He’s taken. Permanently. You can keep your hands to yourself or I can take them for you.”
Chifuyu’s blushing like crazy but also trying not to laugh, “You’re terrifying, babe. I love it.”
Nahoya Kawata
He’s leaning against a wall outside the club, chatting idly with a girl who’s clearly flirting. She laughs and touches his chest, and before Smiley can react you’re there, grabbing her by the collar and slamming her back into the wall.
“Hands. Off.”
The grin drops right off her face. Smiley’s actual grin? Even bigger now.
“Damn,” he says, slipping his arm around your waist, “you might be scarier than me.”
Souya Kawata
You catch some girl tugging on his jacket sleeve, asking if he wants to “ditch whoever he’s with.” Souya’s already uncomfortable, but she’s not taking the hint.
You walk over, yank her hand off him, and step in close with a glare that could freeze fire, “You’ve got three seconds to walk away before I make you regret breathing in his direction.”
She bolts. Souya mumbles, “You didn’t have to-” but his ears are red and he’s holding your hand tight the whole walk home.
Hakkai Shiba
At the mall, you see a girl physically blocking his path, leaning in so close he’s practically bent backwards trying to escape. You march over, grab her by the shoulder, and spin her around.
“Move before I move you.”
She scoffs, so you take one deliberate step forward, and she suddenly decides she’s got somewhere else to be.
Hakkai’s laughing nervously. “I was handling it…”
“Uh-huh,” you say, tugging him away. “That’s why you looked like a hostage.”
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Mikey was certain. Before leaving, he had left his scent on you. Enveloping your whole body in his arms, stroking every part of your body to himself to provide counter measures. Where had he gone wrong in doing so, that you’re stinking other alpha’s scent — him spotting you outside your door’s home after a night out, followed around by alphas in heat, attempting to convince you to be their mates.
Arms curling against your delicate frame from the back, his half lidded eyes settled ahead of you, head tilting almost imperceptibly. “You all must’ve lost your damned sense of smell, wanting to hump so much.”
You can smell the anger stirring up your mate. You lift your gaze, worry flickering over your sight. Your mate’s orbs landed on yours, softening ever so lightly before feeling a hand shield your eyes. “Stepping over my territory,”
“Staring at my mate hungrily,”
“I hope you’re prepared for the consequences.” he threatened, perking his ears up when you called for him. “Mikey,” Tearing an open spot from his fingers, you took a peek from his hand. “Can we go inside now, please?”
He cast a brief glance over at the other alphas, the corners of his lips lifting into a feline, self-satisfied smile before he led the two of you into the apartment. “Kay.”
As soon as the door clicked shut, your partner closed the distance between you, burying his face against your neck. He took in your scent with slow, measured breaths. His eyes fluttered shut, a faint flush creeping across his cheeks.
“What’s this smell?” he murmured, finally lifting his gaze to meet yours. “Does me being territorial, turns my mate on?”
The scent was maddeningly addictive. He had no plans of letting those wolves walk away unscathed — but more than anything, he couldn’t bear the thought of them inhalling even the faintest trace of his mate’s aroused scent.
⊹₊ ALPHA ! Haitanis — Refusal [x Human ! Reader]
Rindou leading you to his den was a way of him to convey his trust — It was all to display his emotions for you; not for his older brother to further ruin his relationship with you.
The last thing you heard of rindou before he’d gone off to purchase to buy you food was his reassurance of ‘No need to worry, it’s just me in my brother in this territory’. But you weren’t so sure about not worrying about his brother’s predatory senses, the cryptic grin creeping up his lips.
“Rindou has… quite the taste.” The words left ran in a quiet murmur as he caught your distinctly human scent. His lilac eyes settled on you with leisurely curiosity, studying you as though you were a rare specimen he’d only ever heard about. A faint smile played on his lips as he idly twirled a loose strand of lavender hair around his finger.
“Human,” He took another slow inhale, his smile deepening ever so slightly.
“Can you believe it?” he mused, almost to himself. “He turned down a fox mate… for you.” The amusement in his voice wasn’t cruel — merely laced with disbelief.
“Do you have any idea how much of an uproar that caused?” A soft chuckle escaped from his lips, feline teeth peeking out.
“Rindou isn’t someone whose choices concern only himself. Every decision he makes carries weight, and a mate is no exception. There were expectations, families with hopes to fulfill, elders already convinced they knew what was best, alliances quietly waiting to be formed.”
“So when he chose a human instead,” He paused, an amused grin displayed on his lips, leaning in front of you.
“…And yet.” Ran’s eyes lingered on you once more, this time with genuine intrigue rather than idle amusement.
“I can understand why.”
⊹₊ ALPHA ! Mitsuya — Old age [ x Human, HUGE GAP]
Mitsuya has been in a contract with a human baby sitter for quite some time — it was all for the safety of his pup sisters. But as much as he doesn’t want to admit, he had grown attached to you. And he knows it’s bad — you’re too young. He has been alive for decades, after all.
It was well past midnight, he had gone home a bit too late. The station is a bit too far for you to be walking home alone; Besides, Mitsuya would never allow it. He’d love to offer to bring you home, but one of you had to stay behind to watch over the sleeping children.
“You can stay for the night.” Mitsuya mumbled, a soft smile displaying itself on his lips as he open the refrigerator, the dim light it releases glazing his figure lightly.
“You can sleep in my bed,” He added, catching a bottle of water on his palm. “…What?” you asked in disbelief, hoping he’d repeat the statement that just came out of his mouth. You knew he hadn’t meant it that way. It was nothing more than your own imagination getting the better of you.
“Yeah, I don’t mind. But only if you want to. I’m really sorry about coming home late, I’ve worked you overtime again.” With a reply, the latter chugged the water on his hands, amethyst orbs peeking through the corner of his eyes and landing into yours. He observed as the blood rushed through your face, irises avoiding his, staring blankly at the ground.
“I.. I don’t mind sleeping beside you, Sir.”
Mitsuya swore he choked on the water he was drinking. His head turning frantically over your side, mouth falling agape as he cough the water out of his lungs. You must’ve misunderstood what he said — he js wanted you to use his bed to rest comfortably as he can sleep on the couch instead. He can’t sleep with you yet, but he also can’t deny a part of his body wants too — a mate is a mate after all, regardless of the race.
“Ah… I meant I get to sleep on the couch,” The remarks on the silver haired man made you wanted the ground to swallow you — his silent laugh ringing in your head. Maybe he’s gone mad, going after someone short-lived. But again, he can’t deny, he do wants you.
He had hoped to keep it subtle, but the way you reacted makes it extremely difficult to hold back.
“You humans are such fascinating creatures,” He hummed in amusement, closing the refrigerator’s door before heading to your direction. “I heard this is that age…”
You and your aloof, quiet, obedient familiar —with his occasional bursts of uncontrollable aggression that’s seemingly out of character; you’re all to be blamed. It’s always YOU who made him feel things he shouldn’t, stirring inappropriate thoughts on his head in the middle of the day. (Or at least, those feelings were supposed to remain hidden. Unfortunately, your emotions were never something he could hide from)
It was common knowledge that masters and familiars shared a connection through their emotions. It was useful for forming a strong bond, helping to avoid conflicts and understand one another better. But perhaps, in your relationship, that understanding was a little too deep.
“I always thought it was unfair,” you mumbled, crossing your arms and squeezing your eyes shut with a furrowed brow.
“Unfair?” A low, deep voice came from behind you. Your eyelids fluttered open, glancing back at the pinkette behind you — who kept his eyes and hand never left their task, continuing to scrub your exposed skin with a wet cloth.
“Yup.” You turned your head back. “This one-sided emotion-feeling thing. Why are you the only one who gets to feel my emotions?” you ranted, seemingly frustrated by your inability to understand him the same way he understood you.
The latter hummed in response, too used to your mumblings. “Id rather not have you feel what I am feeling.”
Your brows knitted together as you turned to face him. His hands fell loosely between his legs, elbows resting against his open thighs, his eyes following your every movement.
“I hate this! And why are you the only one allowed to wash me? Everything is so one-sided!” you complained, your frustration evident in your voice.
The latter simply stared at you in response, watching as you took the towel from his hands. His eyes followed your movements, falling into your hand that reaches for the hem of his shirt. He watches you frustratingly attempts to remove the piece of cloth, whining in response when couldn’t. “Come on, strip already!”
“Are you sure?” He raised a brow, glancing at you who guilelessly nodded. In a swift move, his top was nowhere in sight — eyes landing at face; an unreadable expression displayed on your face, giving a short pause before the heat catches up with your whole face.
“Master?”
“W-What are you doing?!” you exclaimed, a hint of shyness slipping into your voice as you placed your hands on his shoulders, trying to turn him around.
“Turn around! How am I supposed to wash your back?” He stared at your face for a moment before obediently turning around. You hadn’t realized your familiar was this well-built. His back was broad, his muscles clearly defined beneath his skin, every detail more apparent than you’d expected. You found yourself staring for a moment longer than you intended.
He waited patiently, waiting for the towel to touch his back. And instead, much to his surprise, warm hands made contact with his skin — slowly tracing his bare skin on the back from the nape of his neck down along his spine.
Too intoxicated by the sight before you, you failed to notice the hand wrapping around your wrist. Looking above, the pinkette was facing you, his cat-like eyes suddenly sharp and alert, watching you intently.
“Haru?”
When you called out, in an instant, you’re faced down on the tub — your familiar’s body pressed on your exposed back, faced pressed on the back of your neck, sharp teeth sinking themselves on the skin; a mating position for canine species.
“Ah… Fuck. This is why I can’t let you touch me.” He mumbled, teeth still sank in your flesh. “And you’re saying it’s unfair.” He released the skin, raising his body yet keeping you below, grabbing both hands to keep on your back as he presses his hardened lower part on your exposed cunt.
“Saying you want to feel me,” He ran his fingers on the strands of his hair, eyes fixated on your features below — twitching every time he pulls you closer to feel your heat.
“Wanting to wash me,”
“Then getting turned on just by watching me remove my shirt?” He huffed, almost letting out a laugh. “You thought I wouldn’t feel that?” He shifted his waist back slightly, creating a small gap between the two of you. His free hand thumbing to open your cunt — watching your juices drip along side your sweats and the bath water.
“Ah, what am I saying. I bet you don’t even know it turns you on.”
“The exact reason why I can’t let you feel my emotions,” He’s a bit out of character — speaking that much in one conversation. But can’t help it, you need a life lesson.
“You’ll know that I’m always hard when I am with you.”
⊹₊ ALPHA ! BAJI — Jealously
Mate Baji loves you so much that, deep down, he wants to keep you all to himself at home. Yet, he knows he could never truly do that. He’d never admit it, but he wants you to shine brighter than anyone else — to wear whatever you want, show yourself to the world, and let everyone see exactly who you belong to.
Your mate couldn’t really blame you for looking a little too good. He’d brought you along to one of Mikey’s victory after-parties, where the atmosphere was filled with loud music, champagne, and fellow racers.
What he hated, however, was the shameless way those alphas kept looking at you — even while you were safely tucked against your mate’s side. His death glares can’t seem to work on them either, forcing him to stay by your side for the entire night.
And yet, amidst all his irritation, you had the audacity to ask him the most ridiculous question; “Am I pretty tonight?”
An irk mark appeared on his forehead, his brows creasing in irritation as he ran a hand through his hair. “What kind of question is that?” he muttered, clearly annoyed.
He chugged the entire glass of champagne before slamming it down onto the table with a rough thud. With a rough, crude behavior, he sighs.
“Unbelievably so.”
“I’m barely holding back the urge to gauge everyone’s damned eyes.”
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