Being Passenger Princess To The Jjk Boys But Nanami Is The One To Ask You Four Times Before Leaving If

being passenger princess to the jjk boys but Nanami is the one to ask you four times before leaving if u wanna pee, and sighs when after 10 minutes on the road you mutter how you need a bathroom asap. also warns you to stop drinking too much water and stop staring at your phone or you'll get car sick.

Satoru fights you for the aux, he does not trust your music taste. he doesn't let you sleep because he wants to chat w you all the way to your destination. gets mad when you turn your knees towards the door yk what I mean.

Suguru is all relaxed smiles but deep inside is about to murder everyone around when you're in the gas station bathroom and he sees at least 5 trucks pass.

Toji is hold it man, you wanna pee? too bad, the only stop was at least 5 minutes ago. if you really wanna go he's willing to stop on a side of the road for... you know...

Sukuna is extra touchy, he needs to hold your hand all the time or else he'll get mad. doesn't listen when you give him directions and ends up fighting when he realizes you were right. half of the trip is him going through radio stations bc nothing suits his taste.

Yuuji and you play games during the whole trip, also extra prepared, you hungry? he got it? you're thirsty? he got it, you need toilet paper?... uh...

Yuuta freaks out trying to remember if he locked the doors and turned off the stove before leaving.

Megumi turns the radio volume down when you put your songs on

I'll expand on this if I get more ideas ^^

REIGN think about headcanons of how tokrev boys might be when you dry hump them PLEASEEEE think on this baby i beg

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 + 𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆

characters: sano manjiro, ryuguji ken, hanemiya kazutora, akashi haruchiyo, sano shinichiro

warnings: fem! reader, dry humping, public sex, slight overstimulation

a/n: i’m thinking long and hard about this babe

$ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍

— won’t admit it but he really likes it when you come and set yourself on his lap when he’s working in his shop, the thrill of someone possibly walking in gets him off faster, and he likes a good distraction after working hard all day

he groans when you seat yourself on his lap, taking the wrench out of his hand and cupping his face. staring at you unimpressed, he raises a brow, but he’s quick to melt into the kiss you pull him into, hands wandering to your hips, grunting when you grind your wet and clothed cunt against his crotch. “people could—fuck—people could walk in, you know,” he moans, the tent in his pants forming quickly from the friction of your movements, and his head falls to your shoulders as he lets you continue, even despite his concerns. “it’s a calculated risk,” you hum with a grin, moaning into his shoulder as his jeans rub against your clothed clit, and he lets out a strangled groan when you pick up the pace. “fuck, baby, can’t cum in my pants in my own shop,” he says through choked moans, but he still makes no moves to stop you, and you don’t intend on quitting until he comes undone.

$ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘

— mikey loves sitting on his chair with you on his lap, soft praises falling from your lips as you smooth your hands over his face and grind on his stiff cock, eventually bringing the both of you to your orgasms

“so pretty, mikey,” you whisper, pressing trails of sweet kisses over his cheeks and along his jaw. one hand cups the side of his face, tenderly rubbing it as he breathes harshly, whining when your clothed cunt rubs against his erection, making his head fall back against his chair. carding your hand through his hair, you watch as his face slacks in pleasure, moaning lowly when you rut against his aching cock faster. “my best boy, yeah?” you hum, and he nods, hugging you closer as he whimpers at the friction, his length pulsing in his pants, balls heavy and aching to release his cum in thick ropes. “wanna cum with me, pretty boy? cum with me,” you murmur, pulling his lips into a searing kiss as he jerks his hips against you and groans, emptying his load into his boxers, the sticky mess not bothering him when you pull away and look at him so soft, and kiss him so sweetly yet again, lips hungrily devouring his.

$ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀

— doesn’t mean to cum in his pants, but he’s so sensitive, and what was supposed to be a make out session has him rutting against you, and he can’t stop himself before he makes a mess right in his boxers

“fuck, ‘m gonna—hah—‘m gonna cum,” kazutora whimpers, grinding himself against your crotch as you trail kisses down his jaw, sucking on the skin. whining when your hands trail under his shirt to his nipples, he throws his head back, panting harshly as you meet his hips with the rolls of your own. “feel good, kazu, hm?” you ask sweetly, pressing honeyed kisses across his collarbone, leaving small marks in your wake, leaving proof across his porcelain skin that he’s yours. “y-yes,” he mumbles, choking on a moan as his cock twitches in his pants, aching and on the verge of releasing. with a few more rolls of your hips, he stills, mouth hung open as he screws his eyes shut, back arching as spurts of cum paint his boxers. “such a pretty boy,” you coo as he cries out your name, smoothing back his sweaty locks while he whimpers from the way you keep grinding on his sensitive member once he finishes.

$ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔

— loves to grind into you on lazy mornings with wet kisses being shared as you both wrap your arms around each other in the comforts of your shared bed. his morning voice is deeper, and his grunts sound so pretty against your ears as he shoved his faces into your neck

“fuck, pretty girl,” sanzu grunts, pulling you closer to his chest as your hips roll in synch with his. moaning his name as your nails dig into his shoulder, you whine at the way the thin material of his boxers and your pants separate his stiff cock from your cunt, aching for him to just be inside you already. “haru please,” you whimper, “ne-need you…you inside.” he groans at your words, cock angry and leaking with pre cum, twitching as he approaches his high. “just a little b-bit more,” he chuckles. voice husky against your ear, “g-gonna cum, doll, then ‘m gonna stuff you full.” and just like that, with one last jerk of his hips, you both grip each other tightly as your highs come crashing down on you, wet patches forming on your clothing as you cum. “so good for me, pretty,” he smirks at you lazily once he catches his breath, fingers tucking into your waistband and pulling your pants off in a swift motion.

$ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

— fastest way to make a mess out of shinichiro’s inexperienced self is to make him cum in his pants. it’s rewarding to see the bright shade of red his face becomes, contrasting so pretty with his dark hair, and hearing the soft whines he lets out as he gets closer to his high

“baby, baby slow down,” shinichiro’s words come out in gasps, his hands squeezing your hips desperately as you rub against his hard cock, grinding up and down against the throbbing length. grinning at his fucked out face, you cups his cheeks, squeezing them together as you tilt his head to meet yours. “why, shin? aren’t you close? don’t you wanna cum,” you question, and he whimpers so sweetly, eyes closing from the pleasure of the friction, nodding with a low moan. “gonna…gonna cum. mm—fuck, gonna cum,” he whines, bucking his hips upwards and chasing his high. which a string of broken curses, he fists the bottom of your shirt, teeth biting on his lips as he comes undone, hot spurts of cum shooting from his tip and spoiling his pants. “that’s it, baby,” you hum, chasing your own high as you grind against him with breathy pants, making him shudder from the sensitivity. “s-slow down, baby, t-too much,” he pleads, but you pay him no mind, hips still rutting against his unapologetically.

texting them: let's have a baby! geto, satoru, toji | manjiro, rindou, sanzu.

pranking with: i cheated on you. jjk & tokrev im too lazy to list the characters

𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 + 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅𝐅

BNHA VERSION HERE ; TOKREV VERSION HERE

includes: gojo satoru, nanami kento, okkotsu yuuta, geto suguru, fushiguro toji

tags: all characters are aged up, nsfw 18+, minors don’t interact, afab! reader, male masturbation, edging (yuuta)

notes: this is for boy scout aka ventini aka my trauma bff @yuwuta-a YOU CHANGED UR URL I CANT CALL U VENTINI ANYMORE

✰ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 likes adding fuel to the fire when you’re mad at him, loves pushing your buttons just a little bit more each time. and even if he’s amused that you’ve sent him straight to voicemail as he calls, he’s just the slightest bit unhappy too—and he’s determined to make sure you regret not picking up. “sweetheart,” he drawls, panting breathily into the phone, hand dragging over his stiff cock slowly, rubbing over his tip with his thumb and jerking his hips up with a slight whine, “look what you’re missing out on. don’t be mad,” he coos. and then he lets out an even louder whine, purposefully needy—because he knows it gets you hot and bothered, he knows you’ll squeeze your legs together at the sound, and he knows you’ll need him just as badly. “baby, wanna fuck you,” he moans, “wanna feel how good you take me. wanna kiss you—you didn’t let me kiss you,” he pouts slightly. his hand fists his cock tighter, flushed an angry red, leaking with pre cum that leaves a quiet squelching sound as he strokes himself faster. he lets out wanton moans, drawing them out into the speaker of his phone as his hips rut upwards to meet his hand. and with a soft whine, he calls your name brokenly, voice pretty and desperate as it cracks at the end. thick ropes of cum paint his abs white as they flex, his orgasm crashing over him in waves while his back leaves the mattress. he whimpers as he milks himself of every drop, stroking himself until he’s finished and his body’s slumped against his bed in a breathless heap. “come over,” he says slyly into the phone, “c’mon, sweetheart i know you wanna, you miss me don’t you? i miss you too.”

✰ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 is all too frustrated his missions been delayed, and he’s all too frustrated that it means seeing you has been delayed too. he clenches his jaw when you don’t pick up, stroking himself faster as the sound of your voicemail plays in his ear. “won’t be home for a another few days,” he breathes at the sound of the beep, breathy moan catching in his throat while his hand slides up his length and his thumb rubs over the thick vein. his cock is pulsing, hot and stiff in his hand as his eyes flutter shut and his lashes hit his cheek. a low moan pushes past his parted lips as he fists his length tighter, hand and cock coated in pre as his hips buck slightly into his fist. “shit—i miss you. want to be home, hate not coming back on time,” he murmurs, breath hitching in his throat as his thumb grazes his slit. “f-fuck, want to feel you,” he groans, “want to hear you too. always sound so pretty.” there’s a shaky exhale before he grunts deeply, panting as his cock twitches in his hand and ropes of cum paint his abs white. his head falls against the plush of the pillow underneath him, mouth open as he lets out a choked cry of your name. “sh-shit, miss how pretty you sound, miss how perfect you look under me, miss seeing you cum for me.” his hand works his length through his high, chest heaving as his hips lift off the mattress from the last few spurts of cum. groaning, he catches his breath, and nanami hates that if anything, he’s only more frustrated after all this. “being a sorcerer sucks,” he mutters, “tired of being away from you.”

✰ 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐓𝐀 doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, but it’s late and he can’t stop his mind from wandering to nights he’s spent with you in his bed. his hand pumps his swollen length as he lets out soft whines, panting erratically as he stares down at his glistening cock, watching his fist stroke up and down the length and squeeze over the flushed tip. he whimpers into his phone, tears pricking his lash line when he squeezes at the base of his cock and denies himself when he feels his orgasm approach. “fuck, d-don’t wanna cum yet,” he whimpers, “not unless ‘m with you.” his voice cracks as he lets out a wanton moan, head falling back against his pillow while he slowly drags his palm over his swollen length once more. it hurts—the ache between his legs just won’t go away, and nothing seems to come close to replace the feeling of your walls sucking him in. “god i m-miss you—miss you so bad. do you miss me? hope so,” he rambles, gasping when his cock twitches in his hand. he should pull away, he wants to pull away, but he can’t help himself from raising his hips to buck into his fist, eyes squeezed shut tightly as his orgasm crashes over him hard. he moans loudly—wanton and whiny as he spills all over his hand, leaving a mess of cum in his wake while a few tears roll down his flushed cheeks. “fuck, fuck—‘m sorry, didn’t wanna…didn’t wanna cum without you. just missed you so bad,” he babbles, moaning into the speaker. he doesn’t even realize the line’s ended, that his time’s over and the voicemail’s been sent already as he keeps speaking. “can’t wait to see you,” he breathes with a gentle smile, “i love you.”

✰ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 is smug even as he falls apart into the speaker of his phone, a large smirk tugged at the corners of his lips while he slowly drags his palm over his stiff length and takes his sweet time—just like he always does with you. and even when he’s gone, he makes sure to have the upper hand over you. “c’mon, pretty. i know you’re touching yourself too while listening to this,” he says sweetly, “you gotta make sure to go slow just like i taught you, yeah?” he hums, groaning lowly and gritting his teeth as he rolls his palm over his tip. “shit—wanna fuck you so bad. miss your pretty little pussy,” he rasps, and there’s a small part of him that wants to forget going slow, to forget teasing you even if he’s not there with you. “miss seeing those pretty little tears,” he chuckles, voice turning into a breathy moan at the end, “always look your best for me don’t you? always look your best when you’re crying for my cock.” his hand squeezes his aching length tighter, angry and flushed a deep red at the tip as it dribbles with pre cum. his breath hitches in his throat as he stiffens for a moment, head falling back before he spills thick ropes of cum from his tip, coating his robes and making a mess. “f-fuck, feels good,” he pants, hips rutting into his hand and chasing the friction. with a low grunt, he slumps back as he finishes, catching his breath and smirking once more. “i’ll see you soon, yeah? gonna take my time with you when i do.”

✰ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 grunts into the phone against your ear, making you pause as you listen closely. there’s a soft squelching sound, followed by shallow breathing that makes your eyes widen as you realize what he’s doing. a low chuckle rings through your ears, making your legs squeeze together as he groans lowly. “hey baby,” his voice purrs, deep and slightly breathless as he pants heavily into his speaker. you can practically envision it—the way his legs are spread, the way his thighs are twitching, the way his cock is red and stiff as he pumps it with his fist. you wonder if he’s shirtless, if there’s beads of sweat rolling down his muscled chest, is his nipples have hardened and his skin is flushed a soft pink. “god i fuckin’ miss your pussy. not as much as i miss you though,” he chuckles, “before you get mad at me. yer cute when you’re mad, though,” he adds after a moment. you gulp as you hear him moan lowly into the phone, and you just barely catch yourself from answering him, remembering it’s just a voicemail. “fuck—couldn’t wait. been thinkin’ about you. ‘m gonna cum. bet you’d like that, huh? thought you might wanna hear.” there’s a smugness in his voice that normally would make your eyes roll, but then you hear him groan loudly, long and drawn out as he chokes on a string of curses while he cums. you feel a familiar ache build up between your legs when you hear him moan your name, picturing the sight of his scarred lips tugged between his teeth, of his chest rising and falling erratically with every labored breath against your ear. “don’t worry, you’ll get the real thing soon enough,” he chuckles before he hangs up.

why can toji carry that ugly ass worm around but not someone as beautiful as me :/

𓆩♱𓆪 ASK FOR A CAR WHILE YOU RIDE THAT DICK! ; multi.

♱ feat ; time skip! + sugar daddy! — mikey, draken, chifuyu, hanma, kisaki, ran, rindou x f! bimbo! reader

♱ synopsis ; asking your sugar daddy for a car while riding him!! heavily inspired by; cardi b – WAP feat. megan thee stallion.. | est. 1.0k wc

‘ cw/tw ; sws + riding, sugar daddy x sugar baby dynamics, age gaps, creampie(s), pet names, awkward moments?!, spanking 1x (w/ hanma), sorta pet play (w/ fufu).

— pt. two! • pt. three!

♱ ; manjiro sano!

; mikey is a naturally calm man with a leaned back persona, which really grew on him with age. so, he doesn't mind what you do, couldn't even care what you even do with his money, such as spending it all away on weekly pedicures, hair and skin treatments, or buying some new and expensive clothes and shiny heels to match, etc.. he doesn't mind, but as long as your smiling for him, enjoying every second of being spoiled, and treating his pretty self and his pretty cock when needed, he's level headed. mikey really is a fantasy come to life sugar daddy when it comes to you..

the slap of sweaty skin to skin contact rippling off the walls of mikey’s luxurious home can be heard from down the halls, and that's just how he likes it. and that's how you know his brain is switched off.

it's the only time he will let his guard down, too sunken in a deep trance from your tits bouncing in his droopy face as you ground your hips down against his thickness, stuffing yourself with his cock that teased your cervix.

"mikey, baby.. 's too big.." you blurb out, trying to handle every inch of his cock like this is pretty difficult, but the silent praises that leave his lips make you pounce on his length faster.

"you got it pretty girl, keep riden.. yeah, just like that." mikey helps lift your hips up only to watch you drop back down on him with a whine.

“mph! mikey! i totally deserve a pretty pink car after this, 's too much." he chuckles at your sassy statement, knowing he's going to go through with it anyways, so he just simply nods before helping you back up and repeating the same pleasurable sensation to your abused, sopping little cunny.

♱ ; ken ryuguji!

; draken is very monotone about being a sugar daddy but he lets you do as you please without interfering, unless you max out his last card, again. though, ken is only sweet when he wants to be, trying to keep his tough exterior a show, but surprisingly, your able to slip beneath those rough walls he holds up and make him affectionate without knowing it; always hearing him grumble something out in annoyance but leans into your hold, sinking himself further into your scent. so, being his pretty ‘lil sugar baby is like being married to him, he's so cautious with you when your not paying attention, pampering you when you two are alone, and even scolding you if you spend your money the wrong way, etc.. overall he's a material sugar daddy..

“c’mon, go faster.” draken urges, gripping at your sides tightly to force your hips to roll harder against his pelvis as his cock prods deep inside your sweet cunt.

he's been so pushy with you, like normally, demanding things here and there like, roll your hips faster, touch his abs, or even to squeeze down around him harder. but its too much, riding his hefty cock for hours really takes a toll on your knees and you huff out.

draken looks up at you with a thin brow raised, seeing defeat bubbling up in your eyes, “c’mon, you got it or do i gotta do all the work, hm?” draken sighs, leaning up to press his toned chest against yours.

“well, you will if you don't get me a pretty little black car and if you do, i’ll fuck you just how you want, ken baby.” you ridicule with puppy eyes, pink nails trailing down every dip and curve of his flexed muscles.

draken almost scoffs out, letting go a callused hand from your ass to trail the tip of his finger at the curvature of your spine.

“really? you wanna be a little brat right now?” you nod, turning your head the other way and crossing your arms as you sat completely still on his cock that throbbed in you.

“tch, fine. what kind?—”

“a bugatti!”

♱ ; chifuyu matsuno!

; the older chifuyu got the more open he became with his sexual lifestyle. expanding and enjoying something new during sex is just what he craves, so acting out his erotic fantasies like putting on a pair of cat ears and a pink collar with his name engraved in it, he's more than happy to spoil you rotten some more. but of course, the gentleman chifuyu is, he buys whatever you want or need, or what he wants for you. chifuyu just truly loves pampering his little sugar baby or so to say, his little kitten, so asking for anything or seeing something that piques your interest, he's already buying it..

“you're so cute like this.” chifuyu fawns at the look of the fluff cat ears placed evenly on your head, the pink collar wrapped nicely around your neck, and the soft tail plug stuffed in your tighter hole as your stuffing your sopping little cunt with his lengthy cock.

chifuyu just can't help himself, one hand gliding up your back as the other gently pulls at the artificial tail, making your hips stutter at the slight stretch to your ass. your hands squeeze around his slim thighs as you lift yourself up and plopping yourself back down his sheer mass, stretching and filling yourself up to the hilt with him.

“oh, yeah? but y’know, i’ll be a lot cuter riding you in a ferrari.” you slip in, teasing a hint at what you wish for and chifuyu is already thinking where could be the closest car dealership near him.

his lips purse as you steady yourself on him, watching him chew on his bottom lip, thinking quietly,

“what color would you want, kitten?”

♱ ; shuji hanma!

; hanma was never the type to be responsible in the first place, especially with his money. the older he got, the worse he got. knowing how much money he has, he cockily throws money left and right, spending it on the finest carved diamonds for you and him as if it would grow back simultaneously. so, being shuji’s little sugar baby is like a wild party every day with him, always getting exactly what you want without hesitation and never knowing what he's going to pull from behind his back, maybe a twenty thousand dollar pearl necklace? or maybe a twenty-four-karat gold ring? but hopefully this time it could be a new shiny car..

the toxic stick in hanma’s drool filled mouth moves as he speaks,

“‘m gonna cum.. take it all baby, yeah..” hanma groans with greedy hands fondling all around the curve of your ass, squeezing that mound of flesh before winding back “sin” and landing a firm strike to your sensitive skin, causing you to bounce harder on his pretty cock.

“take it all—”

“even your money for a new car? i can have it all?” you genuinely question as he's thrown off while cumming, bucking his hips up unintentionally as his face goes to contort into pleasure but makeshifts into confusion.

“fuck, what?” trying to calm himself from his somewhat ruined high, he's not sure if he heard those words slip out from your glossy lips right.

“i can have it all you said. so i want your money for a new car.” you squirm, feeling his warm ribbons of cum settling in your sopping cunt. hanma chuckles deeply, the smoke in his mouth puffing out,

“well, i guess i did pretty girl.. but as long as i can fuck you in it, then sure.” hanma can't ruin the excitement filling your widening eyes, so he just takes a mental note for the future on how he needs to be more careful with his choice of words with you.

♱ ; tetta kisaki!

; being kisaki’s sugar baby is very easy and a dream come true for any sugar baby. so, finding a desperate sugar daddy like him who's willing to pay whatever the cost is to even get a taste of your skin is always fun, and teasing kisaki’s touch-deprived self who's never got such a sweet pussy handed to him so easily, is even more fun. though, kisaki may act cruel and cold, he always whimpers and whines for you to spend just one more night; pulling out his wallet and trying to hand you wads of money which always reels you and leads you wondering how much he's willing to truly spend..

“m, fuck—! kisaki..” you squirm, hips stuttering to even lift themselves up, feeling overly stuffed with kisaki’s cock as his large ring-covered hands are gripping onto your plush thighs for his dear life.

kisaki is whipped, to say the least; blonde curls messily swaying around his crooked glasses, wet mouth parted, and heavy pants leaving his strained throat. the feeling of your wet gummy walls squeezing around his twitching cock is a foreign feeling to him, not used to bedding many women.

so, the day he got his wealthy hands on you he can't let go, to drowned in your sweet pussy— he's obsessed.

too far gone in the tight grip of your cunt wrapped around his twitching cock that prods at your cervix. he could have sworn he wasn't a prodigy for a second, feeling his brain just mush into slush when you're creaming around him like this, feeling your honey pooling at the base of his cock.

this was the perfect time to ask, seeing how far gone he is; can't even think straight with you sitting on him like this,

“ou, kisaki baby? ‘m want a car, like a pretty white one!” you squeak out and he doesn't even notice, all he heard was, “i want.” and that's already enough.

“yes.. yeah, yeah. sure, anything for you baby, anything..” kisaki blurbs out like a drunk, too focused on your sweet pussy gushing around his throbbing cock as you giggle happily.

♱ ; ran haitani!

; ran is a stingy older man with his money, especially when he's dealing his hefty wallet with you. and yes, ran fully understands the concept of the sugar daddy and sugar baby ordeal, but he still penny-pinches with you, knowing how you can get and how you can get has gotten him a bit loud mouth with you at times; seeing how his card being maxed out again and you with name-brand bags stuffed in the trunk of his rolls-royce really makes his head spin.. so, being his sugar baby is pretty difficult, to say the least.. but as long as you treat him with respect and serve his pretty cock when needed, he doesn't mind spending a few racks on you..

“ran! yes, yes, yes!” yelling out his name while slamming yourself down on his thick length really gets him going; his callused hands shooting up to play with your bouncing tits as he salivates at the tense feeling of your body rolling against his.

ran can't help but buck his hips up every time your sopping folds are prodding at his tip before engulfing the rest of him in one swift motion. you can tell he's close too, seeing how his swollen bottom lip is caught between his teeth, docile eyes hooded as his cock throbs in your tight gummy walls.

“fuck, yes.” he mumbles and this is the perfect time to ask what you've been longing for..

“oh, oh! ran, please can i have a pretty red car?!” you squeeze in those devious words right when he groans out a deep,

“fuck yes–?!” as he cums deep in your clenching walls he's whiplashed with confusion and satisfaction; an odd feeling during intense sex for him. the candy-colored hair sticking to his face gets swept away, brows knitting together as he's confused if he even said, ‘fuck yes’ to the pleasure of him cumming or to your question.

either way, you accept either one..

“really?! oh, ran! i knew you would say yes!” you pounce with excitement, clasping your hands around his bewildered face and kiss the tip of his nose. well, at least you're happy..

♱ ; rindou haitani!

; rin is such a sweetheart, even though he portrays himself as a cold-hearted man who could care less for another life, but with you– in private, he's the biggest teddy bear. he loves spoiling his sugar baby; he treasures touching ‘n groping all over you, peppering sloppy kisses against your bare skin at any chance he gets, and treating your pussy just right. yes, rin isn't well with words but you can always feel the adoration he has for you and the feeling of being covered in wealth is always so surreal..

“rin, oh.. rin baby.” you pant, hands squeezing at the curve of his neck as a safe haven, trying to steady yourself on his immense length as he looks up at you, eyes grazing against your lips, watching them bounce back into place when you let them go from in-between your teeth.

rindou hums in response, fingers squeezing the curve of your ass and jiggling that mound of flesh in his tight hold.

“baby, please can you get me.. mph!” rindou holds your hips down against his pelvis, forcing his sheer mass to fill you up, the crown of his cock kissing your cervix.

his hooded eyes flicker up at you, waiting for you to finish, “tesla. ‘m want a pretty–fuck–a pretty car like a tesla.” you whine, rolling your hips as he holds you down harder, now a more contorted face was displayed up at you.

your asking for a car.. right now?

rindou quirks a brow up at you but shrugs, “sure.” he accepts your spoiled little question with a dull demeanor, yet still laying there overly confused. why ask for a car now? but he knows you far too well, always an unexpected woman you are, so he could only accept it..

rindou’s thumbs soothe themselves against your sweating skin as you smile in fervor, settling your warmth around his throbbing length.

— pt. two! • pt. three!