A Reminder For Myself

A reminder for myself

This is a summary of college only using two pictures; expensive as hell.

That’s my Sociology “book”. In fact what it is is a piece of paper with codes written on it to allow me to access an electronic version of a book. I was told by my professor that I could not buy any other paperback version, or use another code, so I was left with no option other than buying a piece of paper for over $200. Best part about all this is my professor wrote the books; there’s something hilariously sadistic about that. So I pretty much doled out $200 for a current edition of an online textbook that is no different than an older, paperback edition of the same book for $5; yeah, I checked. My mistake for listening to my professor.

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worst behavior ❀

request: [anon] NO BC THE HAITANI BROTHERS WITH A SISTER IS SOOOOO 😵😵 i love them so much and your recent post about them made me melt. just imagine how they’ll react if you dated one of their colleagues (either from bonten or kantou manji) when they really want you away from the gang life and no they don’t want you to date the craziest of the bunch, they’d rather get arrested again🧍‍♀️

featuring: the haitani brothers, lil sis! reader (she's the same age as kakucho), bonten (hajime kokonoi, kakucho hitto)

genre: mildly suggestive, kind of crack?

note: this will probably have 2 more parts, but for now let's just enjoy how reader is meeting them!! and thank you for sending this anon, i love writing abt the haitanis<3

part 2

—IN BONTEN

oh god oh god.

obviously when they joined bonten they made sure to shelter you away from the problems as much as possible, it was a promise they made the moment they were assigned as bonten's executives.

but sometimes they just had to bring you to one of the meetings, especially if mikey told them that the next mission will involve the safety of their loved ones if they're not careful enough.

bonten's headquarters is the safest place they know so far, so they just put you there.

and let's just say, you had a lot of fun 👀

hajime kokonoi

"who are you." the lack of tone in his voice made you jump out of your skin and almost fall out of the couch you were sitting on. ran told you that not all of them were supposed to go to this dangerous mission and you were honestly a bit afraid about your brothers' safety despite knowing they're capable of defending themselves.

"um, ran told me to stay—"

"I know what ran said but that doesn't answer my question, doll." doll?

almost twisting your neck to look up at the guy in front of you, your furrowed eyebrows and parted lips in disbelief were amusing to koko, and he found himself raising an eyebrow as he saw the wheels in your head turn trying to come up with a snarky remark.

"why am I supposed to answer you anyway? ran told me not to speak a word to any of you,"

"aww, and the little princess would never go against her big brother's words," the mocking tone in his voice made your blood boil but then your brain clicked in realization.

"big bro- you know who I am!"

"of course I do, you think I'd walk into the room and see a girl sitting on the couch and not shoot her? even if it was one of the guy's one night stands, they all kill them at the end to protect our identity,"

they all kill them? well damn, that's the price you get for having sex with men with such power and status.

"not you doll, I'd never kill you." walking past you, koko patted your head gently before making his way towards the other couch to grab the remote control.

he had to stop making you so flustered.

"I...," your mouth opened as you watched the gorgeous man in front of you lock eyes with you once again, this time with a tilt in his head as he waited for you to speak. he even gave you an encouraging push by saying,

"you?"

"I don't know your name."

"you don't?"

you nodded. "damn, rindou really didn't lie when he said he wouldn't expose any of us to you, it's kokonoi hajime,"

of course rindou would say that. you sighed before leaning back on the couch and ignoring just how much of a pretty name this man had.

"yeah, they're kinda protective of me to be honest,"

"kinda? it seems like they're locking you in a cage gorgeous," looking back at him when he used yet another nickname, your face flushing a little before focusing back on the TV, maybe the colors from the screen would cover the obvious blush on your cheeks.

"they just love me a lot,"

"and you think another man can't love you too? if not, love you better and in many other ways than your brothers can?" what he was saying sure was logical, you did have a dating life although now kind of dry, but it was still there, buried between rindou's consistent calls to see if you weren't attacked by a random man and ran's random showing up at 1am with ice cream and a movie when you were supposed to have a guy over for some alone time.

"It's hard to go against them," you admitted honestly, your heart beating against your ribcage as your mouth spilled out such a confession.

you didn't know just how much you hated talking like this about your brothers until koko was making your brain realize stuff like this.

you heard the shuffling from the couch and before you knew it, koko was sitting next to you on the couch, your shoulders pressed against each other.

"you know they don't have to know everything, right?" it wasn't really a question and you knew that. your head was dying to turn and look at him, to see exactly what he looked like this close to you but you knew that you'd embarrass yourself even more.

"they're going to kill you," your whisper was so shy, so small and kokonoi couldn't help but let out a small smirk, shoulders slowly pushing you so that you were falling down on the couch, your back hitting the pillows before hajime was placing his lips on the skin of your stomach that was peeking from your shirt.

"if I die between your legs, then I'll die a happy man,"

your breath hitched, hands flying down to hold onto the sides of the couch.

kokonoi pressed another kiss down your stomach, this time way too close to the waistband of your skirt before letting his hands travel underneath your skirt to grip your thighs.

"tap my head twice if you want me to stop, okay?"

with the way he had his head under your skirt, you don't think you'd want him to stop anytime soon.

kakucho hitto

you hated how big this place was.

seriously, how did you manage to walk down two different stairs and none of them led down to the kitchen?

"so if someone here wakes up in the middle of the night and is hungry or thirsty, they'd just have to order food instead," you grumbled to yourself as your feet dragged down yet another staircase, your eyes glued to your socks. you were really glad you wore them because with how large the place was, it was also kind of cold.

you stopped dead in your tracks when your eyes met mismatched ones walking up the stairs, blood covering his cheek and a nasty scar on his eye.

was this the part where you get killed?

no, it was just impossible. this was bonten's headquarters, how can someone like this walk here? you were gonna get killed that's it.

"do you need something?" his voice was soft, too soft for someone who had blood on his cheek.

"... I know bonten, I can get you in trouble if you don't leave," you didn't know who you were fooling, him or yourself but when his eyes squinted at your words you realized what you said.

"but you can just leave and we'll pretend this never happened!"

"what—"

"don't get too close, r-ran gave me a gun,"

"ran?"

fuck, maybe your brothers didn't say their names? did you just expose them?

"...coon,"

"huh?"

"rancoon, that's his name. rancoon gave me a gun,"

"what the fuck are you—sweetheart, I'm bonten's number 3,"

oh.

oh?

number 3? so his position was higher than your brothers'. and you just threatened to point a gun at him, how amazing is that.

your legs were almost gonna give up on you when you saw him walk up the stairs towards you, and your feet started dragging you back up just to avoid him.

"would you please stop looking at me like I'm gonna murder you or something?"

"you literally have blood on your cheek," you scoffed as you answered him. it was easier said than done plus, rindou told you that there was a guy your age and you were starting to think it was this dude.

"you're acting like rindou didn't twist a man's bones so bad, they pierced his heart," he was so nonchalant about it, you cringed. he stopped before you on the stairs, eyes staring down at your legs before traveling back up to your face and that's when you realized two things:

one: he mentioned rindou when you didn't tell him who you were.

two: you had frog socks on.

"frog? are you ten?"

"hey! you don't have to be a certain age to wear frog socks." chuckling to himself, kakucho shook his head a little before walking past you up the stairs.

"they really spoiled you rotten didn't they?"

now you were actually offended.

"I am not spoiled, I'm a grown ass woman with a job and—"

"and ran and rindou would bring you anything you want the moment you mention it, isn't that true princess?" now that the man was a step higher than you, you were actually intimidated by his mismatched eyes and built stature.

"it's not my fault they want to buy me things."

"never said it was, I'm just saying you're spoiled. does it have to be a bad thing?"

"yes? considering the fact we're the same age—"

"we are?" now kakucho was actually interested. you, a harmless little sister with no gun whatsoever, no weapon on you or phone for that matter, still tried to threaten bonten's number three in broad daylight.

"stop interrupting me."

kakucho stared in amusement as he leaned his weight on his side, elbow resting on the staircase's railing.

"you're right, my bad."

"thank you—wait what's your name?"

"kakucho, kakucho hitto."

"okay kakucho as I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, there is something wrong with calling me spoiled because I'm anything but that. I'm capable of buying myself anything with my money—"

"you can buy yourself a mansion?"

no.

"you can buy yourself the car that you have?"

also no.

"then you're spoiled. the kitchen is downstairs by the way, we have pizza."

...was he going to end the conversation like that?

"rude motherfucker," you mumbled to yourself as you turned on your heels to walk down the stairs to find the kitchen like he told you to. you didn't even wanna continue convincing him that you weren't spoiled, your stomach was empty and you were starting to get extremely hangry.

"I'd rather be fucking you instead," you froze when you heard the words leave his lips, his teasing stare along with the laugh that escaped his mouth making your stomach jump a little.

"a-at least get to know me first?" you cursed yourself for stuttering. this wasn't the moment for you to realize just how handsome and hot he was, and the idea of him fucking you didn't sound so unpleasant.

"haitani (name), you're twenty-six years old and you live exactly three blocks away from rindou's place just in case an emergency occurs and he has to save you—" as he said those words, he was slowly walking down the stairs, his stare burning holes in your forehead and you found yourself unable to break eye contact with him.

"—from the big bad lurking wolves around because his sister happens to be so weak that she can't defend herself. do I know you enough now?"

"... what's my favorite show."

"(favorite show), ran bought all the DVDs once and I was a bit confused as to why he would do so but then he said it was for you—"

"you can fuck me."

now why would you say that. even kakucho wasn't expecting such an answer based on how his eyes widened, but you tried to play it cool by maintaining eye contact with bonten's number 3.

"what? didn't you say you'd rather fuck me instead?" crossing your arms over your chest, you raised a questioning eyebrow at the man in front of you, the lack of response from his side making you question whether or not he was actually serious.

"this conversation never happened." kakucho turned on his heels to look away from you, hoping that you didn't catch the slight color on his cheeks beside the fucking blood there.

"are you blushing!" oh fuck him.

"I said this conversation never happened!"

"you're actually blushing because I told you you can fuck me? fold me in a half? drill your cock into m-"

"don't try me!"

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Someone take away my money because I just spent so much on 10 K-pop albums

Hi!!! Could I please get an imagine with ushijima and his gf at the start of his relationship, he’s really gentle with her cause he’s scared of hurting her but one night she’s drunk at a party and starts whispering in his ear that she really wants him to be dominant and rough with her?? Size kink would be super nice as well xxxxx AHHHH IM SO NASTYY ( @onionhoesayhoe​ )

hello i am in love with your ushijima hc’s they’re so good and they fit him so well thank you. can I request headcanon’s for when ushijima discovered his daddy kink? have a lovely day! ( @gaydependingontheday​ )

I’m gonna combine these two asks!!!!!!!!! Thank you for asking!! I HOPE THIS IS OKAY Requests are open!!!

WARNINGS: smexy times, daddy ushiwaka, drunk reader

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI X READER (NSFW) 

Headcanons:

to be honest, I don’t think he’d discover it all on his own

let’s be real here kids, he probably didn’t know wtf a daddy kink was, let alone a kink in general–he probably only knows what he does and doesn’t like LMAOOOO

I’m combining two asks here so please bear with me BUT in my Humble Opinion, I don’t think that Ushijima would even dare to go all out with you. He’s strong and he knows it so he probably would go strong enough for it to feel good, but you’ll know he’s holding back because his control is just that good even If it’s wavering

I think reader would have to be the one to flip his switch

Maybe you’ll mention it as an offhanded remark one day to him

“Toshi, d’you know what a daddy kink is?”

OR

“D’you know how much of a daddy you are?” 

you’ll probably have to explain it to him, which is when the fun really starts

“can we try it out?”

NSFW INCOMING I’M SORRY I TOOK SO LONG

call him daddy for the first time while he’s pounding into you and he’ll go feral

barely contained self-control

grunts in your air, harsh bites on your skin and earlobe

“say it again, baby(girl/boy)”

all I’m saying is, call him daddy and he becomes a different sort of monster altogether

IMAGINE

“Toshi…” You say in a lilting drawl, your cheeks red from the alcohol. You’re drunk and you know it, but at least you’re not wasted. It’s just that right now, at this very moment, you have no filter. You crawl onto his lap to straddle his hips and give him a lazy grin, your eyes hooded as your forehead meets his shoulder. “I want you.”

A large hand settles on your back to rub circles in an idle manner as he acknowledges you with a low hum that you can feel from his chest, a soothing vibration. “And?” 

A low whine leaves your lips and you look up with a pout and pleading eyes, tugging at his shirt in a needy manner. “Please…” Your hand drops under his shirt to trace his chest, your hips moving in a steady manner against his clothed crotch. A low groan escapes your lips; you need more of this. Of him. Of his heat, his touch. You need more friction and he’s not giving it to you. 

“[Name],” he begins, his large hands finding purchase on your grinding hips to hold them in place. “We’re at a party.” 

“But, Toshi…” You whine, trying to resist his grip. Against his strength, it’s no use, but you try anyway. For a brief moment, his grip loosens and you give his crotch a hard grind before he hastily tightens his grip again, fighting back a grunt. “I’m–” you lean forward to whisper into his ear “–horny.”

“[Name],” he says again, his tone one of caution, but in your drunken state, you can’t be bothered. Eventually, he has to stand up and lead you away to some room that neither of you care about. He locks the door behind him and turns to you, seemingly undeterred by the growing tent in his pants. “This is not appropriate.”

“So?” You tug at his shirt and he lets you take it off. He looks so good, and in your horny haze you still take time to admire his build. Fuck, he’s hot. You can feel him hardening beneath you; he’ll grumble about how you’ll be tired in concern, but when it comes down to it, he’ll fuck you anyway. “People are probably fucking around in the other rooms anyway,” you drawl as he unclips your bra and slides your shirt over your head. “I want you in me.” 

A growl leaves his lips. When you look up, his eyes are already looking down at you. The heat in them is intense and something coils up in your stomach. If he wasn’t hard before, he definitely is now. And you’re soaked. “Fine.” He says it in a clipped manner, but you both know how eager he is now to fill you up until you can’t think of anything but the feeling of his girth in you and you won’t know any name other than his. 

The next few minutes are a blur of torn clothes and kisses before he throws you onto the bed. He’s above you in nothing but his boxers and you’re beneath him without a single article of clothing on you. A giggle leaves your lips but turns into a low moan as he pushes a long, thick finger into you. 

“You’re so wet.” Is the only thing he says as he marvels quietly at how easily his finger moves in and out of you at a rhythmic pace, as if you’re not a hot mess beneath him. He looks up and his eyes narrow at your expression.

He slips in another finger. A louder moan from you cuts through the air and your back arches off the bed as he moves it in scissoring motions and curls them against your walls in a “come hither” manner. 

But it’s not enough.

“Toshi, Toshi please,” you beg, forcing yourself to meet his eyes as his fingers continue their rhythmic pace. He’s already looking at you, and the fire in his gaze is enough to send you reeling even though he’s not even in you yet. 

“But–”

“I don’t care!” You whine, reaching your hands down to close around Ushijima’s wrist. “Please, Toshi, I want you in me. Please, daddy, just fuck me already.”

Something in him snaps at the mention of the word and a low growl leaves his lips. His boxers are off in a moment and he’s in you the next and it feels so good to be filled by him that a long, animalistic groan leaves your lips. When you look up, he’s hovering over you, and his eyes are dark. 

“Thank you, daddy, thank–” you’re cut off by a moan as he starts to thrust into you, pulling all the way out before slamming back in, though not as hard as you’d like. It hits the right spots, anyway, and so you let loose another cry of pleasure. In, out, in, out. You’re in bliss.

“More,” you finally stutter out, the first coherent word you’ve said in minutes. “More, daddy, more–” another moan and your back arches off the bed. Ushijima’s grip on your hips is painful but the feeling of his cock hitting you in all the right places is more overwhelming then anything. 

“Tight,” he breathes against your ear as he fastens his pace, drilling into you. 

More, more, more.

It’s not enough. He’s holding back because he’s afraid he’ll hurt you, you know; it’s in the occasional softer thrusts and the way he holds you close as if you might break, but tonight, you want him to ravage you. A swell of love reaches your chest because you know how hard this is for him to keep his self-control in check, but you want more and he’s going to give that to you.

“You don’t have to hold back,” you whisper. His thrusts slow for a split second before he meets your gaze; permission, reaffirmation. 

Are you sure?

You only tighten around him in response. 

For a moment, his pace continues. 

And then he speeds up. 

Moans leave your lips as he sets an unforgiving pace. Slowly, you feel his self control come undone in the way his every thrust goes deeper and deeper and harder and harder. It feels so good to be filled to the brim like this and you’re no longer able to form coherent words. 

“You…” Ushijima grunts. He pulls out of you to flip you around and before you can whine at the loss of the feeling of him in you, he slams into you and fills you anew as he yanks you back by your hair until your back is against his chest. “Feel so good wrapped around my cock.” His voice is gruff and low and you let loose another moan in response.  His hand lands on your ass to give you a rough smack and he lets you go, letting your body fall onto the bed as he holds your hips in a death grip to pound into you. You can hear the bed smacking against the wall, but the feeling of his cock hitting you where it feels so good distracts you from anything else. 

Ushijima flips you until you’re laying on your side and your leg is on his shoulder, burying himself in you to the hilt. A knot starts to build in your stomach and you let loose a loud cry. “Daddy, I’m close.” 

“You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?” His words come out as a low growl and he spanks you again, still pounding into you and burying himself in you again and again and again at a mind-numbing pace. The smell of sweat fills the room along with the sound of your moans and cries and his grunts and the lewd sound of skin against skin. “Come for me, baby girl.” It’s a low growl, a rumble of thunder, and as he pounds into you again and again, hitting your womb like it’s nothing, your world goes white. 

“Daddy–” you choke out between moans as the knot loosens, but still he does not falter in his pace. 

“What’s my name?” His voice is harsh and raspy, desire in his undertone. 

“Toshi–”

He pounds harder. “My name, baby girl.”

“Wakatoshi!” 

“Good girl.”

But his pace doesn’t stop. He keeps drilling in and out of you and, when he meets your hazy gaze, a smirk curls at his lips as he brings you into the missionary position, his thrusts slowing as he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“You wanted this, slut,” he drawls. He’s never called you that before and it sends a tingle down your stomach. “And I haven’t come just yet.”

He rises, pulling almost all the way out before harshly slamming back in. A cry leaves your lips. His voice is like thunder. 

“The night is still young.”

———

BSBDIBIU I DONT REALLY KNOW HOW TO WRITE SMUT I HOPE THIS IS OKAY IDUCBUB 

I didn’t proofread this oops

Rin better run

SHOWTIME! | haitani r.

haitani rindou x fem!reader ft. haitani ran, sanzu haruchiyo, kokonoi hajime, kakucho, akashi takeomi, sano manjiro

summary: you pushed your boyfriend just a bit too far while he was trying to stream a game with his friends

warnings: fem!reader, college au, mean dom!rindou, exhibitionism (can hear, not see), oral (f->m), rough sex, unprotected sex, brief manhandling, humiliation, slight impact play, implied masturbation (m), pet names (princess, pretty girl)

wordcount: 4.2k

notes: for @spookygeto's streamer collab

It’d been hours, you were sure of it, and you couldn’t bear it any longer. He swore--he swore--that he wouldn’t be on long, that he would actually spend time with you and you knew you shouldn’t have believed him. It was never just one match when Rindou got on with his stupid fucking friends but every time you naively held out hope.

Sighing from where you were leaning against the doorframe, you watched Rindou’s fingers fly across his keyboard, his gaze trained on the computer and headphones blocking out any sound other than the game and his friends.

Your eyes flickered over to the computer, noting the fact that he was streaming but his camera was turned off, as per usual. Sometimes, it amazed you how many fangirls your boyfriend had for being a streamer that never showed his face online but you supposed it was understandable, Rindou had an attractive voice, you would be the first to admit that.

You wandered over to his desk quietly, his eyes flickered up to the mirror he had above his computer, meeting yours briefly. He raised his eyebrows, questioning you, you pouted as you drew closer--pouting harder when he turned his attention back toward the game.

Kneeling next to him, you pressed your cheek against his thigh and looked up at him, “You’re so pretty, Rin,” you said softly as to not have your voice picked up by his mic, eyes trained on his pretty purple ones, watching the reflection of his game in his irises, watching the way his pretty purple and black hair strayed in his face.

Rindou looked down at you briefly, a small smile tugging at his lips for a moment before you heard Sanzu Haruchiyo shriek something through his headphones and he tore his gaze off of you and back toward the computer.

You pouted as he redirected his attention back toward the game, laughing at whatever was going on. Sighing you rested your head back down against his leg, cheek smushed against his thigh as you looked up at him through your lashes, hating the way he didn’t even spare you a second look.

You should just go, you told yourself, an unwelcome feeling stirring in your chest at the genuine smile spread across Rindou’s face as he talked with his friends.

He promised you time, another voice argued, take your promised time if he won’t give it to you freely.

Your eyes drifted to Rindou’s sweatpants, eyes focusing in on the outline of cock through the gray material, gaze shooting back up to where his eyes were following the movements on the screen rapidly, not sparing you any attention.

While his concentration was entirely on the game, you shifted under the desk and between his legs, movements going unnoticed. You tapped his thigh, watching as Rindou’s brow furrowed in confusion as he absently lifted his hips off of the chair, tongue darting out as his fingers tapped furiously at his keyboard.

Dumbass, you thought to yourself, albeit fondly, as you slipped his sweats down to his thighs. Rindou hadn’t even realized what you had done until you freed his cock from his boxers and he inhaled at the feeling of the cool air against it.

His gaze tore from the game and darted down to where you were kneeling in between his legs, fingers ghosting the length of his cock. His eyes were dark with warning as he watched you, hissing as your hand wrapped firmly around his cock, pumping it twice before you brushed your thumb over the precum beading at his slit.

You watched him scramble to turn the microphone off on his headsets. “Keep your mic on,” you complained quietly, “or are you afraid you’re gonna be loud.”

“Not right now,” he muttered and you could see the veins of his forearms bulging as his entire body tensed as you leaned in to lick at the precum leaking down his tip. Voice strangled, he said, “We finally dragged fuckin’ Mikey away from that other group he plays with, we gotta focus on this match.”

“Then focus,” you told him quietly, leaning up to lick a stripe up the length of his cock, watching him let out a heavy breath as he tilted his head back, that stupid matching tattoo he got with his group of friends on broad display.

“OI! RINDOU, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? STOP FUCKING AROUND!” you heard one of his friends, Kokonoi Hajime, you recognized, shouting through his headsets and Rindou let out a low groan, shooting you a lidded glare before he turned his microphone back on, focusing back on the game albeit with shakier hands.

“Fuck off, Koko,” Rindou said roughly, “My girl came in, had to talk to her real quick.”

“Y/n’s there? Tell her I said hi,” Ran said immediately, his other friends echoing the sentiment. Rindou only glared down at you, you smiled from where you were leaning your cheek on his inner thigh, lazily pumping his cock.

Rindou took in a sharp breath as he set his gaze back on his computer screen and you leaned up on your knees, resting your elbows on his thighs as you took his tip into your mouth, sucking lightly and swirling your tongue around it. Rindou’s fingers faltered from where they were flying across his keyboard.

“Rindou, what the fuck?! How did you miss that?” you heard Sanzu shout and Rindou told him to go fuck himself. You smiled when you noticed one of his legs trembling. You pulled off of his tip with a soft pop, running your hands up his thighs and under his sweatshirt, nails tracing patterns on his abdomen. You watched as the muscle tensed under your touch, his body hunching in slightly and a grimace crossing his face as he shot you another irritated look.

You looked up at him, eyes wide. Tell me to stop and I will, you said silently. Understanding what you were getting across, Rindou only sneered at you, going back to his game.

You smiled.

One hand still lightly scratching the contours of the abdomen, your other drifted back to his upper thigh, bracing itself there as you leaned in to capture Rindou’s cock between your lips. Rindou hissed at the suddenness of the action. Shifting up more on your knees and forcing your throat to relax, you bobbed your head on his cock, inhaling deep through your nose as your lips brushed the base of his cock, desperately trying to stop yourself from gagging and making noise.

Rindou choked on his breath, coughing violently, and his cock twitched sharply in your mouth--tears stinging at your eyes as it stretched out your throat. Your nails dug into the skin of his thigh as you pulled halfway off his cock, tongue tracing up the vein on the underside of his cock, sucking hard at his tip cringing lightly at the salty taste of his precum before pulling off again and looking up at him.

You could hear a mesh of voices shouting at Rindou from his headphones but Rindou had his eyes squeezed shut and one hand clasped around his mouth, head tilted down. Haitani Rindou was good at a lot of things but controlling his reactions was not one of them. Haitani Rindou was loud and responsive in bed, and it was something that you appreciated a lot and he despised because no matter how hard he tried to shut himself up he couldn’t.

The glare he shot you was nothing short of lethal when he finally reopened his eyes and dropped his hand from his mouth, lavender eyes dark and hooded, lips pressed together tight and twisted down.

You smiled at him again, his glare darkened.

Leaning in, you placed wet kisses along the length of his cock, feeling his abdomen spasm underneath your hands at the action. Just as you were about to take his cock back into your mouth, one of his hands curled around your hair, dragging you up.

Your eyes widened in shock, watching as he leaned forward to press a few buttons on his keyboard, ending the stream and closing out of the game. You heard his friends screaming at him from his headphones, Sanzu being the loudest but Rindou only spit a few curses at them as he dragged you rather harshly over to his bed.

“Rindou,” you said, wincing at the painful grip on your hair but he only flattened his other palm against your back and shoved you face-first down onto his bed. Before you could try to push yourself onto your knees, Rindou was straddling your back, pulling your head up and forcing something over your ears.

“Rindou, what the fuck is going on?” you heard Sanzu spit directly in your ears.

“Dude, why did you disconnect? We’re getting fucked,” Kakucho asked.

“Come on, man, are you shitting us right now? We just fucking lost, you know how long it took us to get Mikey to play?” Kokonoi complained.

Rindou leaned in close to the microphone, chest flush against your back and cock pressed against your ass, “My girl wanted to play a different game, you should be thanking me for the front row seat, assholes,” he said lowly, and you turned your head to look at your boyfriend, eyes wide as the others on the call quieted down.

“Rin-” you began, voice wavering as he leaned back on his heels, shifting off of you.

“Thought you wanted the mic on,” Rindou spat, dragging you closer to him, grip bruising around your thighs. Distantly, you could hear his friends mocking you through the headset but all you could focus on was Rindou, “Made us lose the match, least you can do is give ‘em a show, yeah?”

“Yeah, give us a show, y/n-chan,” you heard Sanzu jeer into your ear from the headset.

“Mm, let us hear you, pretty girl,” Ran cooed, “Wanna hear how good Rinrin can fuck you, bet I can do it better.”

You inhaled sharply as you felt Rindou tug your shorts down harshly, looking back at him nervously because he wasn’t really about to fuck you with all of his friends and his brother listening, was he?

Tell me to stop and I will, the same mocking look you had sent him before was now directed your way and you could only glare at him. He didn’t back out, so you wouldn’t either.

“You hear that?” Kokonoi Hajime cooed, “Thinks she likes the sound of that, maybe Rindou doesn’t fuck his bitch good enough.”

“Koko,” Kakucho warned but he was cut off by Ran’s loud laughter.

“Is that it, princess? Need me to teach my little brother how to fuck you? Want me to make him watch as I split you open on my cock, hm?” Ran’s voice was cruel, mocking, tears sprung to your eyes.

“N-No,” you said, “No, I-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Rindou said from behind you and you gasped when you felt his fingers slip between your folds to press at your entrance, smearing your slick around messily, “Don’t fuckin’ talk to them 'less I tell you to.”

You shut your mouth immediately even as Rindou’s friends started mocking you and you weren’t sure if wanted to cry or if you wanted Rindou to just hurry up and fuck you. You felt pathetic because while you listened to his friends make fun of you for ‘at least being an obedient slut’ you couldn’t stop the heat that was pooling dangerously fast in your lower abdomen.

You wanted to throw up--you shouldn’t be getting turned on from this. You shouldn’t and you knew damn well that Rindou was going to notice and when he did-

“There’s no fuckin’ way you’re actually turned on by this,” Rindou sneered, as if on cue, and you whimpered, humiliation spreading through you as his friends burst into laughter, sharp in your ears. Your eyes blurred with tears as Rindou grabbed your waist to pull you up to your hands and knees in front of him and you let out a shaky breath when you felt his tip nudge against your cunt, slipping against your wet folds. “You fuckin’ are, you like that they’re listening, don’t you? Want them to hear you actin’ like a fuckin’ whore? Maybe I should turn the video on for them too, yeah?”

“N-N-oh-” you couldn’t even finish the protest as Rindou’s hands found themselves in a bruising grip on your hips, fingers digging hard into your skin as he pushed into you without warning, an obscene moan escaping your lips when you felt his cock stretching out your walls, slipping into you almost easily without any prep just from how turned on you were.

Keyword, almost. You grit your teeth as discomfort spread through you, the stretch a strange mixture of pleasure and pain that was unfamiliar to you because Rindou never fucked you without making you cum twice on his tongue and twice on his fingers at least.

It burned and you couldn’t tell if it was in a good way or a bad way because your thoughts were jumbled not only from the feeling of Rindou’s cock splitting you open but also because of his friends’ voices piercing your ears.

“Jesus fucking christ, sounds like a fuckin’ pornstar,” you couldn’t tell who had spoken--Kokonoi, maybe? Takeomi? Yeah, Takeomi.

“Fucks like one too,” that was Ran, “Rindou accidentally sent me a video of them once when tryna send one he took of some guy hacking in the game.”

“Nah man, why the fuck is Rindou the first of us to get a girl? There’s something fundamentally wrong with that, when is it my turn?” That was Kokonoi, you realized.

You whimpered as you felt Rindou draw his hips back, you could feel each and every inch of his cock pressing against your cunt, each vein molding itself into your walls. And you tried, you tried to brace yourself, tried to hold back the moan bubbling in your chest because you knew the microphone connecting you to his friends was right next to your lips but you couldn’t.

Your arms trembled against the bed in anticipation, abdomen and legs tensing and pussy aching at the empty feeling left behind by Rindou’s cock as his tip once again nudged at your opening. But he wasn’t moving, he wasn’t moving and you were sure it was about to be what pushed you to tears rather than all of his friends making fun of you in your ear.

“Rin-” you began taking in a shuddered breath when you heard Sanzu Haruchiyo mock your call of your boyfriend’s name instantly. Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, for a moment you hated Rindou. You hated him for making him wear his headphones while his friends were on a call, you hated him for drawing this out when he knew what you wanted and you hated-

Any thought that might’ve been running through your head fizzled away as Rindou bucked his hips into you, a loud cry of his name tearing from your lips silencing all of the boys on the other end of the voice chat. Your arms gave out as Rindou pulled his hips back, snapping them back into you at an almost painful pace--dropping to your elbows as Rindou’s fingers dug deep into the skin of your hips and ass, dragging you back and fucking you onto him as he thrust up into you, hitting you so deep inside that it almost hurt, you swore his tip was brushing your cervix.

You could barely even hear Rindou’s friends in your ears over the sloppy sound of your boyfriend’s cock dragging in and out of your sopping wet cunt, over the filthy sound of skin on skin, over Rindou’s low groans and your piercing, broken moans that were cut off each time Rindou drove his hips into you.

“Holy fuckin shit-”

“... fucking hot, Rindou’s gotta shar-”

“-ucho actin' all holier-than-thou, we all know you’re fuckin’ your fist too.”

“Rindou,” you sobbed, fisting the sheets next to you, “feels s’good, Rin, feels s’good, feels-”

Another high-pitched moan tore from your lips as Rindou brought his hand down on your right ass cheek, the sound ringing throughout the air. That very same hand slid up your body to wrap around your hair, pulling you right off of the mattress, back arched almost painfully but you couldn’t even feel it over the numbing feeling of Rindou’s cock fucking so deep into you.

“Tell them that,” Rindou groaned but his words went in one ear and out the other until his grip tightened, “Tell them.”

“C’mon, princess,” Ran cooed, “tell us how my baby brother’s makin’ you feel, yeah?”

“Makin me feel s’good,” the words slipped from your lips before you could stop them, half a slur as your head started going fuzzy from all of the stimulation, “he’s makin’ me feel s’good, Ran.”

“Oh, fuck-” Ran groaned just as Rindou brought another hand down on your ass, making you cry out again.

“Don’t say his fuckin’ name,” Rindou spit out viciously, “Say it again and I’m not gonna let you finish.”

“Sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry,” you sobbed, but you weren’t even sure if the words were coming out as you intended and you weren’t even sure what Rindou was telling you, everything felt too hot and you couldn’t even hear yourself over the headphones and the sounds of Rindou driving himself into you over and over and over again.

“Keep going,” Rindou said after a moment and

You hiccuped over your breath, “R-Rin makes me feel s’good, n he’s so big, he’s so bi-ig,” god you should be embarrassed, you knew you would be whenever you came back to but you were too fucked out on your boyfriend’s cock to care, “makes me feel the best, makes me fe-”

“Bet I could make you feel even better, pretty,” Sanzu interrupted you, “Should convince your lil boyfriend to let-”

“No!” you said, “N’you can’t, Rin makes me feel the best, Haru-”

You weren’t even able to finish his name, cut off by another gasp and resounding smack as Rindou slapped your ass again, “What the fuck did I just tell you?” he seethed, but you could barely hear him over the near-pornographic moan of Sanzu Haruchiyo ringing through your ear.

Oh god, did he just cu-

Rindou’s grip on your hair tightened, your mind going blank as he drove his cock deep into you again, his free hand slipping from his harsh hold on your hip to rub at your clit, your lips parted in a silent moan as you felt him tug lightly at your clit, body spasming at the action. Letting go of your hair, Rindou brought his other hand back to your waist so he could fuck you faster, harder, at a brutal pace that had you crying out with each thrust, that had your mind half-dazed and your jaw slack.

Your upper body dropped limp against the bed without Rindou holding you up, cheek flush against the mattress and eyes rolling back as Rindou dragged your body back to meet him for every thrust, fingers playing with your clit like one of his stupid games. His name left your lips in a mantra, a series of nonstop high-pitch chants, his name was the only intelligible thought running through your head as he brought you closer and closer to your high.

“Fuck, sounds-”

You were gonna cum, you could feel it-

“... nzu came all over-”

But you can’t, are you really gonna let them all hear?

“...f your brother doesn’t let us hit, I swear-”

Heat spread through your body fast, too fast, you couldn’t fucking control it--you couldn’t even tell if it was from pleasure or humiliation as your pants and cries of Rindou’s name grew louder and louder.

“...so fuckin’ hot-”

Desperately, you tried to slap your hand over your mouth but Rindou grabbed it before you could try to muffle the noise, you sobbed, head almost feeling like it was floating from how close you were from being pushed over the edge.

“-n’t believe Rindou-”

They’d never let you live this down, you had to see most of them every day, how would you be able to look them in the eyes-

“Princess, convince your boyf-”

Rindou leaned over you, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he rolled his hips slow into, hitting impossibly deeper, “Hurry the fuck up ‘n cum.”

Your entire body trembled as Rindou flicked your clit hard, grinding his hips deep into you as he attached his lips to the back of your neck, sucking deep bruises down your spine and moaning shamelessly against your skin as your walls spasmed around him. A piercing moan of his name left from your lips as you felt your high wash over you, nails ripping into the bedsheets and body tensing. You could feel Rindou’s hips stutter and still against you as he came deep inside you and you felt full, too full, too hot, it was all just too much.

“Fuck,” you couldn’t even tell who was speaking as your body fell limp to the bed, mind hazy and fuzzy--Rindou was saying something to you, you could see his lips moving from the corner of your eye but you couldn’t tell what he was saying over the combined sound of his friends loud in your ears and the blood rushing to your head, body shuddering in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Hey, Mikey,” you heard Ran laugh as Rindou reached to take off the headphones, “Bet this is better than your other little group you play with, yeah?”

Everything went eerily quiet once he pulled the headphones off, the only sound in the room was your own heavy pants as you tried to catch your breath and Rindou murmuring something to his friends before wandering over to his computer.

Distantly, you wondered if he really had the audacity to go back to playing his game after all of that, but you were proven wrong a few seconds later when he wandered back to your side, sitting on the bed next to you, headphones out of hand. He brushed your matted hair out of your face before leaning down to press his lips against your forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back, cupping your face gently.

You smiled, turning your face to the side to kiss the palm of his hand, he let out a soft breath, the irritated look in his lavender eyes long gone and replaced by a fonder one.

“Love you, y’know?” he murmured and you giggled, the irritated look returned momentarily before disappearing. Haitani Rindou was never the most affectionate man but he tried his best for you,

“Love you too, Rin,” you said, giving his palm another peck.

For a moment, the two of you just rested there, basking in each other’s presence and just as you were about to speak up, his computer began binging incessantly. His friends, you realized after a moment, realization slowly beginning to hit you over what just happened.

Rindou seemed to recognize your distress and his grip on your face tightened slightly, forcing you to look at him, “I’ll kill them if they bother you,” he said, and you knew he meant it from the dark look in his eyes, “Ran-”

Ran-

“Rindou accidentally sent me a video once-”

“Rin,” you said quietly, cutting him off mid-rant, “Ran said something-”

“Ran says a lot of things-”

“Something about a video of us,” you finished, watching his face go red almost immediately. Rindou launched to his feet instantly, moving away from you. You forced yourself to sit up, wincing at the soreness shooting through your body, “Rindou!”

“I don’t know what he’s talking about,” he spit out, refusing to look at you. You stared at him in disbelief, watching as he made a beeline for the bathroom, “Gonna run you a bath.”

“Rin-”

“Gonna run you a bath!” he repeated, louder, slamming the bathroom door behind him. You sighed as you heard the water running, flopping back down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Rin,” you called, knowing that he could hear you over the running water, “I’m gonna beat your ass.”

Rindou didn’t respond, and you tilted your head over to the side to look at his bathroom, watching as he opened the door and glared at you, “It was an accident.”

“An accident?” you demanded.

“I thought I was sending something else,” he snapped, “It’s not my fault my phone spazzed.”

“I’m gonna fuckin' kill you, Rin.”

“You can’t even walk on your own right now, good luck.”

“RINDOU!”

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palette // katsuki bakugou

↷ SYNOPSIS: In which you’re forced to volunteer with your archenemy at an elementary school art festival and find out that he has a softer heart than he lets on. 

CHARACTER PAIRING: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

WORD COUNT: 6,050

WARNINGS: N/A

AUTHOR’S NOTE: A birthday fic written in honor of Katsuki Bakugou! Check out my birthday celebration for him, too: here!

“You’re in my way,” Bakugou says, his voice blunt and unhesitant. He stares down at you, gripping his lunch tray with shining knuckles. “Move.”

“I’d rather not,” you snap back in a clipped tone with a narrowed gaze. “If that’s how you’re going to act, then I’m not going to move.”

The rest of your group of mutual friends take one look at the two of you and collectively groan at the sight. Of course, it’s not like you want to get into fights with Bakugou — verbal or physical, but there’s something about the blond-haired boy’s presence that makes you want to ball up your hands into fists and scream. He radiates this arrogant air with his proud exterior, internally begging your fingers to run through your hair and pull your strands out in your agony of dealing with the boy. His rubied eyes are jaded from this morning’s sparring practice in your heroics class, and water clings onto his hair in droplets that glitter in the natural light of the cafeteria. 

Kirishima nudges you meaningfully and mumbles softly, “Let’s give it a rest; Bakugou’s in a bad mood.”

“I don’t care if his dick got stepped on by Midoriya in practice,” you growl, brushing off your friend’s kind words. You understand Kirishima’s intentions along with his concern for where this whole situation is going, and at the same time, it’s far too late for him to intervene and stop the two of you from colliding into one another again. “Is there any law in this country that says that I need to give Bakugou my seat whenever he wants it? No.”

“I always sit there with shitty hair, though,” he points out plaintively, his glare slicing into you.

If only you can be deterred by sharp looks like his… “It’s okay if I sit here with Eijirou, Bakugou, right? You know, you kind of sound like a child.”

By using Kirishima’s given name so informally, you can feel Bakugou’s whole body tense at your mocking tone. Kirishima himself is startled at how you address him, but under normal circumstances, you would never say his name like this, knowing how thin the lines are when it comes to honorifics. First names are either for children or intimate relationships. Despite how well you get along with your red-haired friend, you would never dream of being more friends simply because you don’t care for getting it on with Kirishima romantically. 

You pluck a strawberry from your lunch tray with your fingers hugging the leafy stem and spinning it around in front of his face lackadaisically. Your lips circle around it in an “O” shape, tightening to accompany the size of the dewy, scarlet fruit. Blood rushes to his skin in inky splotches, spiraling out of control. It’s like watching spring come early, eradicating winter with its arrival. Smoke rises from his palms and unfurls in its wispy grandeur, disappearing into the air in ashen streaks. 

“You want to call me that again?” Bakugou says menacingly, shoving his lunch tray onto a nearby table. You can hear the yelps of bystanders who have no clue what exactly is going on, especially with the exchange of intimidating expression from you and Bakugou. “I dare you to.”

“You’re nothing but a child,” you utter, letting the words fall around you in the midst of the silence that follows his demand. A smirk hangs off your lips at how riled up he looks, making the flow of this conversation even more satisfying for you. “Only children get out their fists to fight rather than standing around to talk civilly.”

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