Another Art Fight Attack This Time For My Friend @dont-eat-big-dumplings :) Xinlin, Or In Her Words,

Another art fight attack this time for my friend @dont-eat-big-dumplings :) Xinlin, or in her words, the piebald deer twink

📂 ‧ ₊ ˚ — Everything You

ren kaji x idol!reader

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✰ ݁ ˖┊: content: obsessed!kaji, soft yandere!kaji, idol!reader, parasocial relationship, obsession, male masturbation, hand-job, dom!kaji, facial, cum eating, toxic behaviour, violence (not against reader), creepy behaviour, kaji scares you a little at the end :// but he means so well, he just wants to protect you <33 all chars are aged up

18+ → minors / blank blogs dni -> dark content

Kaji who’s just so so so obsessed with his favourite pretty little idol.

He didn’t mean for it to happen, no. But they never really do, do they? Just get caught up so caught up that they don’t even know the path their heart has led them down. Don’t know what to do when they’ve fallen so deep into the trap of dazzling cameras and flashing lights.

For Kaji, it all starts out rather simple– too simple, almost. A friend leaning over his shoulder, phone screen propped up in his hand. A picture of your face, your blinding smile on full display as his friend prattles on about you. Everything you, really.

In the moment, he has no amount of care for you in his bones. Right then he simply rolls his eyes at the other man, pulls his headphones back in place. Effectively shuts out the rest of the world just as he always does. He’s never cared about idols before– especially not popular ones like yourself. So why should he this time? Just ‘cause his friend finds you cute?

Whatever.

Yeah, in that moment he pretends to forget all about you. Cussing at his friend, effectively telling him to ‘fuck off with his useless shit’-- his words, of course. Yet, your name. That pretty little smile, the one that makes him feel almost electric continues to run through his brain.

Continues to rattle around behind his eyes, continues to force its way inside of his conscious with no remorse. No matter how loud he turns up his headphones, how hard he swings his fists, your name continues to irk him like a stupid fucking shadow.

For a week it goes on. For a whole week it feels like you’re haunting him like a shadow.

Never before had he noticed all of your posters. The ones in convenience stores advertising drinks, the motivational ones in cafe’s telling him to cheer up with that little pout on your lips. Your arm held up in a gentle flex. Never before had he noticed your advertisements on tv. Staff making you all dolled up to promote something stupid like a fried chicken chain.

Turns out the entire world is utterly engulfed by everything you.

He finally gives in after seeing one of your CDs at a record store. Finally gives in after a week of hell– your presence leaking into his soul to the point he simply could no longer avoid it. Could no longer hold back from googling your name, listening to your music, watching your performances, watching your interviews, reading your articles, following your accounts, finding out who your staff are–

He doesn’t sleep that night. Doesn't think he can with how his heart is racing, his head is pounding. He feels like he’s dying. Is this a heart attack? Is he going to pass on? What the fuck is he feeling? What is making him feel like he’s falling into insanity?

And thus is the birth of your biggest fan, Ren Kaji. <3

Not that he tells anyone, anyway. Why the fuck should he tell anyone? It’s not light they have the right to know. They don’t have the right to know anything about him– much less what his headphones are playing.

It’s always you, of course. All of your albums play on loop through his headphones. Over and over again. Never stopping for even a second. The classic rock he used to listen to all but forgotten in the face of everything you.

Your voice just as sweet as the candy he eats religiously, your face just as pretty as the sunset over the horizon. Your very existence comes as close to the importance of the very oxygen he breathes.

No one can really blame him for falling so easily, honestly. No one can blame him for falling for a piece of safety, a piece of calmness in the world he normally enjoys being so rough. For so easily siding with your charms. Especially whenever he attends your concerts. When it feels like you’re singing just to him.

When your face lights up whenever it crosses his in the audience, when you shoot him a wink that almost caused him to die from the all-consuming heat that surrounded his very being. His face is hot, red. The lollipop in his mouth breaking as he clenches his jaw, hard shards of glittery candy falling uselessly against his tongue.

You noticed him. You know him. Maybe you could come to like him too?

The moment was perfect. Maybe a start to some sort of cheesy romantic-comedy in his head. The start to getting to know you, being your friend. Protecting you.

But of course the fucking guy standing next to him had to ruin it all. Whining so excitedly that the wink was sent at him instead. That you, a practical goddess, would ever give attention to some fucking low life like him? Some fucking perverse creep who didn’t truly understand your beauty. Understand you.

Fucking disgusting.

Unfortunately, the night didn’t end like a romantic movie would. You did not invite him backstage, nor did he leave with your number scribbled across his palm. It left with him being escorted off the premises. The pervert’s blood on his fist.

He doesn’t regret taking the swing. What? Was he just supposed to let that shit slide? Of fucking course not. He’s not about to let anyone else get delusional about you. No, and that wink was definitely meant for him. Not that creep.

He’s sure of it.

He’s sure of a lot of things he probably shouldn’t be, to be honest.

Especially when he wraps his hand around his cock at night. When he imagines it’s your cute little hand wrapped around him instead of his own. When he buries his face into a towel he caught at one of your shows– the gentle scent of your perfume still lingering across the surface. The same towel he sleeps with under his pillow every night.

Someday it’ll be you laying next to him. At least that’s what he hopes. His dreams during the day spilling into something else during the night. Hopes that one day his admiration for you can turn into something more. Hopes that one day he’ll get to have you on his bed, your cute little frame kneeling between his legs as he rests against the headboard.

Hopes to see your flushed little face, eyes half-lidded, already fucked out and submissive just for him. Hopes to coach you through touching his cock with his own hands. Showing you how to wrap your fingers around the base– how your hand wouldn’t even be able to make it all the way around his girth.

Imagines the way you would whine quickly, his hand guiding you up and down his length. Squeezing it just the way he likes you to. Watches the way your thumb would flick cutely over the tip, rubbing his precum around the head. Teasing him just like a brat would.

Seeing your cute little expression as you move your head close to his cock, following his directions so well as you open your mouth, tongue falling out as you prepare to taste his cum. White hot streams of it shooting from his cock, coating your face. Your tongue, lips, cheeks– hell maybe even a glob of it could land on your eye. Shit. That would be a sight.

The cute little giggle that would leave your lips as your messy hand would come up, the little “Oopsies~” That would leave your lips as you wipe it off, bringing it to your lips. Licking your hand clean as he comes down from his high. How you’d smile to yourself, proud little waves of excitement radiating from your form.

The way he’d give sugar-coated insults, pulling you back up his body for a rough kiss. One that told you that you can’t get too big a head or else he might have to do something about it. The way the fresh smell of your shampoo would run through the very air he breathes. That same gentle smell that reminds him of forest flowers in a delicate bloom.

It’s only then that reality returns to him. A mess in his hands, your towel pressed against his nose as he remembers that he still has to make all of that a reality. So he can protect you from those guys like at the concert. Hell, so he can protect you from the rest of the world.

It’s those feelings that drive him to do something rash. Something just a tad bit extreme. Well, it really is too bad that the sane part of him is long gone. The need to protect you driving him to buy more copies of your newest album than he can count. The part of him that scowers each copy for a ticket to your handshake event. The part of him that buys up any extra tickets that he can online.

The part of him that makes him stand back until the rest of your fans finish their turns. Holding place at the back of the line– kind enough to still let everyone else have their turns. Let the rest of your fans greet you, say their thanks. They are important to your career, afterall, and he isn’t dumb enough to keep the normal ones away from you. Even if just a little part of him wants to.

But as the clock ticks on and the line wains down, he can’t help but feel restless. Can’t stop his heels from rocking to his toes, his fingers fiddling with loose threads inside of his hoodie pockets. Can’t help but feel annoyed as he is kept from you longer and longer.

Ah, you have no clue the relief he feels when it’s finally his turn. When he takes all of the handshake tickets out of his pocket, places them on the table in front of you with force before reaching his hand out to hold yours.

The shock evident on your face is something he’s never seen before. The way your eyes slowly lift to him, take in his full face for the first time. He’ll never forget it. He could never forget anything to do with you.

Hundreds of handshake tickets sit between your bodies. Each one lasting for a duration of 10 seconds.

You gulp quietly, a shaky smile spreading to your lips as you slowly clasp his hand into your own, shaking it slowly. Eyes darting to your manager and your security for only a second before returning back to him. Silence hanging heavy, your voice bleeding ever-so-softly through the headphones around his neck.

The lollipop rolling in his mouth, waiting for you. Surrounded by everything you.

“Th-Thank you for your support!”

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Who’s in charge now?

A comeback of an oldie! I do recommend reading this part here first before diving into this new one, but please enjoy the smutty side-effect of being haunted!

Fandom: Original Work Pairings: Yandere!Ghost x AFAB!Reader   Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Non-Con, Cunnilingus, Lots of tongue but also touching and teeth mention, Biting and scratching mention, Fluids, Penetrative Sex, Orgasms, Overstimulation, Public indecency, Doing it in front of someone while that person is unaware), Manipulation, Gaslighting, Degradation, Possessiveness, Mention of Exorcism

Prompt:  @sintember No one will believe you - There’s no one to help, no one to trust, do you even believe yourself?

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Forcing your legs to close, you were met with the invisible mass between them pushing back, resisting your attempts, and instead sending out his long tongue to drag between your thighs. The newly put-on underwear was instantly soaked in its drool, and it let out a husky laugh as you mewled under your breath, your whole body shaking against the table.

“Are you alright?” Eli asked, barely looking up from their phone. The only reason they were alarmed by what was going on out of their sight was that their cereal bowl was shaking almost as much as you. Gripping the table, you tried to control yourself before looking up at them, their gaze lazily falling from you to their phone again as they shrugged it off as a nervous tick you were emitting. It was way too early to be fully awake and alert to their surroundings, so Eli wasn’t truly concerned about all the fluids leaking down your chair and dripping to the ground.

“They don’t believe youuu~” the ghost lolling his tongue over your sex purred. By the missing reaction from Eli, you had no choice but to believe they really didn’t see or hear the ghost like you did, much less feel its presence right in front of them. Clenching your fists, you took deep breaths, your sensitive flesh so receptive to every blow of air the ghost breathed and the torturous pleasure that had been haunting you all night long.

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. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ yandere teammates ] ˎˊ˗

[part two here]

part one of a yandere friend group, soccer teammates, who share a darling! this one also got long so there will be part 2 for that reason, but also im obsessed with these guys so 😊 anyway- headcanons continue below the cut, with some smut after that!

afab reader x 3 yandere teammates (oliver, skylar, and declan) 💕

tws: general yandere behavior, manipulation, y/n has female genitalia

nsft content (foreplay, oral (fem receiving,) fingering, being restrained, overstimulation, multiple orgasms).

minors dni 🎀 18+ only

💌 not only do the three of them play on the same college soccer team, but they have been best friends for as long as they could remember. they've always shared everything- and they're no strangers to sharing a partner, even before you came along.

💌 but once you do come along... well. sharing is caring, y/n, what else would you expect?

💌 oliver, the tall goofy friend, lays eyes on you first. for him, it's love at first sight. you're in the cafeteria on campus, minding your own business, but for oliver the world moves in slow motion. how has he never seen you around before? are you new? a transfer? god, he doesn't care- he just can't take his eyes off you.

💌 skylar, the pretty one with curly brown hair, takes notice second. at first he wonders why oliver is so distracted, but then oliver points you out to him. he whistles; not as enraptured as oliver, yet, but damn. he definitely sees what caught oliver's eye, and thinks they need to find a way to... get to know you better.

💌 he hits declan, the intimidating one with shaggy black hair, in the chest and gestures across the cafeteria to you. declan is the least interested at first, more interested in how enraptured oliver seems to be. because of that alone, he'll be the one who takes initiative in learning more about you- to make it easier for oliver or skylar to approach you, of course.

💌 he learns you share a class with skylar. he learns you are a transfer student, from a little community college in some little town. he learns you don't have any friends here yet. he also learns you've been looking for a math tutor... something he is extremely good at. how convenient!

💌 and just like that, multiple parts of your life have been carefully machinated. skylar sets his things down next to you in class everyday, and begins making friendly conversation, worming his way into your good graces with sweet smiles and a pretty face. declan cements himself as your math tutor swiftly, before anyone else can snap up the opportunity.

💌 the more he speaks to you, the more skylar starts to feel the things oliver was feeling. you're not the simple, attractive college student he expected you to be; you were captivating. the feeling grew at an uncomfortable speed in his chest, until seeing you in class again was all he could think about.

💌 now that you know two of them relatively well, expect to be invited to sit with the three of them in the cafeteria; skylar sees you stepping away from the food, looking around awkwardly for somewhere free to sit, and acts like he had no idea you were there; hey, y/n from literature! want to come sit with me and my friends? i think you know declan! (as if he doesn't know already!)

💌 finally oliver gets an in! he's good at playing it cool, like he hasn't been waiting days for the chance to talk to you. that doesn't mean he won't pull out all the stops to make you laugh, though. and hey, wouldn't you know it, he studies at the same cafe as you! maybe you should meet up more often, y/n? he'd love go study with you- skylar and declan have told him so much about you!

💌 you begin running into them more often, all around campus and even outside of school. at the library? the bookstore? the cafe down the road? the gym? walking between classes? it seems like at least one of them is always around! you don't have any friends in the area, so you're too busy being glad that someone wants to hang around you to be suspicious.

💌 as is his way, declan is the one who takes the longest to accept what he's feeling. when you sit across from him in the library, furrowing your brow at an equation and biting your lip while you think, he can't keep himself from staring at you. it probably didn't help that now both skylar and oliver spent 90% of their free time just gushing about you. he's the silent, broody type, intimidating to a large portion of the student population; but he can't help but smile so sweetly at you when you get an answer right, when the math makes sense in your head finally... and oh fuck, he's in deep.

💌 when you, for some reason, ARENT around, they spend all their free time (when not at practice) talking about you. they gather and share intel, like you're a top secret mission; are you struggling in any classes? have you been hanging out with anyone else? do you get along with your roommate? do any of them have classes with that one professor who was mean to you? anyone know how to hide a body?

💌 you won't notice it- at least one of them always makes sure to keep you occupied when they're up to something devious- but they will start slowly scaring off your other friends and love interests, while slowly making moves themselves.

💌 skylar sits closer in class, wrapping his arm around the back of your chair, bringing you your favorite drink order from the cafe... oliver sits so close that your legs touch while you study and hang out at the cafe, insists you call him 'oli,' invites you to play video games with him, always lets you win... declan takes you out for dinner after your tutoring session is over, pays for your meal, lets you pick the music in his car... and it doesn't stop happening when all three of them are together with you. if anything, it ramps up.

💌 oliver wants to make you absolutely dizzy with how sweet and funny and romantic he can be. skylar wants to prove that the three of them could provide anything you would ever need. declan wants to make you feel comforted, cared for, and safe.

💌 before you know it, oliver is happily holding your hand while you're walking to the cafe. he's so cool and collected on the outside, acting like this is all so normal, but on the inside? he's holding your hand- and you're letting him! he's freaking out. skylar starts playing with your hair, even in class, giving you his signature pretty-boy grin when he sees your face go red, trying not to get distracted. declan starts sitting next to you, not across from you, and has no issues leaning into you to help explain a problem. don't mind his hand on your leg, either y/n.

💌 they start getting you tickets to all their games, saving you the best seat they can get. skylar's family is loaded, so its always a GOOD seat. they grin and wave at you on the sidelines; skylar blows a kiss.

💌 they make their move on joint game night. they're not freshman, so they aren't required to stay in one of the dorms, and instead have rented one of the on-campus apartments to share between the three of them. by now, you are no stranger to being invited over. usually, you are there with the purest intentions.

💌 not tonight.

💌 you noticed that the touchiness seemed a little ramped up. skylar always on one side of you with his hand on your thigh, oliver finding any excuse to have his arm around your shoulders, declan always with his hand on your lower back when you passed each other. you barely noticed the heated looks in their eyes, passed between each other all night.

💌 tonight, no one was taking it easy on you, and you lost more often than you won. eventually you whined and complained, arguing that they were 'ganging up on you' as you sunk back into the couch. before you knew it, skylar had placed his hand on your thigh, higher up than normal.

💌 'seems like you're a little worked up, y/n,' he grins at you. 'need a little stress relief?'

💌 suddenly, declan is on the other side of you, tracing his fingers over the goosebumps on your exposed arm. oliver moves from his spot and kneels in front of you, the look in his eyes stealing your breath away. 'don't worry,' he says, 'we'll take care of you.'

💌 the second you offer even the hint of a nod, your fate is sealed for the rest of the night.

within minutes, oliver had pulled your pants and underwear down your legs, shimmying them out from under your hips and discarding them somewhere behind him. he was so quick about it, gaze focused solely on what was between your legs, like a man possessed; you try to squirm under his gaze, but soon find that skylar and declan aren't letting you go anywhere.

for his part, skylar grips your right thigh, pulling your right leg into his lap as he leans into you and begins placing soft, hot kisses against your throat and jawline. declan mirrors him, pulling your left leg towards him and holding it in a vice grip. he traces his fingertips gently over the exposed skin of your inner thigh, raising goosebumps and causing you to shiver.

oliver looks like the holy grail has been revealed to him as your legs are spread in front of him. he reaches for you, hooking his hands under your restrained thighs and pulling your hips to the edge of the couch. you gasp, but it's impossible for you to squirm, even when you flex your legs against the boys' grip.

"fuck," oliver grumbles in a low, raspy voice, his breath hitting your quickly dampening cunt and sending a sudden shiver through you. his arms curl further around you, pulling his face in closer. "fuck, you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this, y/n."

your breath catches in your throat, causing skylar to chuckle against your skin, but oliver wastes no more time, like he can't restrain himself any longer. he practically dives in, tongue swiping and plunging through you, eager to get a taste of everything you have to offer.

you gasp- you can't believe this is happening. you wonder if maybe you fell asleep on their couch, and this is all some sort of wild dream. declan, gazing hungrily at you like you're a feast in front of a starving man, notices the far off look on your eyes. with his free hand, he reaches out and grips your face, turning you to look at him. at the same time, skylar's free hand slides up under your shirt, pulling your bra down so he has access to your tits.

"losing focus already, y/n? we've barely even started with you. we have so much to learn about your body." between your legs, oliver swirls his tongue expertly around your clit, and your hips shake. declan grins- dark, hungry, devious. "you won't be done until you cum so much, you can't think of anything else but us."

it shocks you- declan is always the quiet one of the bunch, but his words settle like warm magic in your stomach, a tingling at the base of your spine. you gasp, mouth opening as oliver swirls his tongue again, before flattening it and licking all the way up your pussy, ending with a flick against your clit. he laps at you almost obsessively, like he'll never have enough. at the same time, skylar cups your left breast, kneading the flesh.

declan takes the opportunity to kiss you, for the first time. it's hot and heavy, but gentle, contrasting the eager flicks of oliver's tongue and the heady nips and kisses skylar continues to place all over your neck and collar. his tongue swipes into your mouth and your head goes fuzzy. suddenly, oliver's tongue enters you, and you gasp into declan's mouth.

he pulls back, letting go of your face. you wiggle your hips as oliver thrusts his tongue in and out of you, looking down to see him gazing up at you through his dark lashes. his eyes are heavy and lidded, but he looks at you with reverence, eager to make you feel good, desperate for your moans of approval. he removes one of his hands from where it is wrapped around your upper thigh, holding you to him, and you watch as he momentarily pulls away from licking you to work his middle finger into you.

again, you gasp and whine, legs straining against the other two. "see how good we make you feel?" declan mutters in your ear as you watch oliver devour you. "you're so good for us. just for us."

skylar pulls your shirt up over your chest, continuing his ministrations without the fabric in his way as he pinches your nipple, sucking a hickey into the junction of your neck and shoulder. he nips at your skin, erection pressed into your naked thigh. declan doesn't seem any less excited, strong hands holding your leg against him as he leans into you, burying his face in your hair to take in your scent.

oliver grins, lips wet, as he pistons his finger in and out of you, wiggling it upwards to hit the spot that makes you see stars. you whine and tilt your head back into the couch as heat begins to crawl up your spine, spreading pleasantly through your limbs. "are you close, pretty thing? god, look how wet you are- gonna cum for me, all over my fingers? do i make you feel that good?"

you nod your head, needy, but know you need more stimulation. "oli, i can't-" you whine, thrusting your hips at him, maddeningly close to the edge.

"you need his tongue again, baby?" declan asks, voice low and throaty, practically growling into your ear. "need attention back on that pretty clit?"

"yes!" you gasp as oliver works the pad of his finger over your g-spot. "please, please oli!"

"you're like an angel when you beg," oliver groans, but doesn't hesitate to give you what you need. he dives back in, lips locking around your clit.

you snap, back arching off the couch as you cum on his fingers. they're still holding you so tight that even through the spasms of your hips, you can't escape him. he finger fucks you through the aftershocks, lapping at your clit to draw it out.

but he doesn't stop. he keeps sucking and fingering, even when you are twitching and keening from the oversensitivity. skylar and declan only hold onto you tighter, and declan grabs your left hand when you try to pry his fingers off your thigh. your right hand stays in oliver's hair, pulling at the strands as you scream.

"wait, wait, i already-!"

"come on sweetheart, we can make you feel so good; give us another one," skylar mutters hotly in your ear as oliver pulls a second shaking orgasm out of you. he turns your head towards him and kisses you through the aftershocks, releasing you as you moan.

you think oliver'll stop now- but he adds a second finger, satisfying you even more with the stretch, quirking them up and massaging your g-spot.

you squeeze your eyes shut and jerk your hips with a loud, rattling gasp, and begin your struggle anew, twisting against the boys' hands. your skin is hot and sweaty, your fave flushed bright red, and they love it.

you begin to push at oliver's head with your free hand, "f-fuck, oli stop, i can't-"

skylar removed his hand from you chest, grabbing your right hand and pulling it away, much like declan had done earlier.

between you legs, oliver hums contentedly, thinking his new favorite place in the world is between your legs. a third orgasm begins to build as he relentlessly massages you with his fingers, swirling his tongue over your sensitive, twitching clit, and you feel your brain slowly turning to mush.

"come on doll," skylar kissed your temple. "declan wasn't lying earlier. you're all ours now, and we aren't anywhere near done with you yet; we all want a turn to show you how well we can treat you."

xoxo darling--core 🎀

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Happy Birthday Yatora Yaguchi - July 5th || Blue Period

Suo and Umemiya’s words of praise please (bonus points if you a bad bitch in the streets but a soft one in the sheets)

Author’s Note: Thank you for the thirst/ask, anon! I am not ashamed to admit that I was lightheaded by the end of writing this! I hope the formatting doesn't come out too wonky as I try and figure out how I want my anon thirsts/asks to look!

Content Warning: Fem!Reader x Hajime Umemiya, Fem!Reader x Hayato Suo, smut, making out, fingering, mention of overstimulation, and oral. Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: 1.4K

They Whisper About You in the Streets, You Know?

General Background of You

You realized early on that you needed to be able to protect yourself as a citizen of Makochi. It pissed you off seeing the level of delinquency that created chaos and ultimately terrorized the members of the community. You grew up here, and there’s no way you would be intimidated by a bunch of low-lives or run out of your town. 

You’ve built up a larger-than-life reputation for yourself, outfitting your business with security cameras, motion detectors and arming yourself with a right-hook that could put almost anyone on their ass. The only people who fuck with you now are people who either haven’t recieved the message or are too dumb to save.

Hajime Umemiya

Umemiya had met you while out on one of his patrols. You were very well aware of him, and what he meant to Makochi as the previous leader of Bofurin, so you went out to greet him. He was as pleasant as many of the townsfolk had said and just as handsome, too. You exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes–him asking what you sold in your shop and you asking what he liked to do in his spare time. Talking about simple things felt silly, but small talk was your way of continuing a conversation you didn’t want to end.

As he finally turned to leave, he stopped and faced you again: “Hey, if anyone gives you any trouble, I can always stop by and…help.”

Umemiya internally berated himself. Help?! Why not say something cool, like beat them up, or anything that doesn’t make you sound like a middle-aged dad? But he found you so cute; the way you wore an apron around your waist so you didn’t dirty your adorable clothes, the way he towered over you, and how you were biting your lip as you looked at him with big doe eyes. You were endearing to him, and he’d grasp at straws to find a way to talk to you again.

He expected a shy thank you or a cute smile in his direction, but what he got instead was even better—you snorted.

“If anyone gives YOU any trouble, let me know, and I’ll come by and kick their asses.” You ended your sentence with a perfectly timed wink and returned to the interior of your shop.

You didn’t witness this, but Umemiya tells his version of the story to your friends, family, and anyone else who will listen. He swears that after you turned away, he gripped his chest and muttered, “Oh, I just met my wife.”

And the rest was history.

Despite your eventual marriage to Umemiya—someone that others refuse to antagonize out of respect for his reputation or out of fear–you still continued to ruin the day of anyone who decided to mess with other shopkeepers.

It was so arousing to Umemiya that you were an enforcer of the town, but you were still his sweet angel at home. You’d often find yourself making out in bed, sometimes with no intention to make love. If sex happened, of course, neither of you would complain, but sometimes you just need to make out with your partner. As Umemiya's fingers languidly roam across the flesh of your hip, he’d often narrate just how he felt about you:

“My little enforcer. They still whisper about you in the streets, you know? Sometimes, I eavesdrop when a kid from Bofurin visits the nursery, and I can’t help but be so proud because they’re talking about my wife.”

You groan softly into him, partly because of the way his tongue parts your lips as he mumbles into your mouth and partly because you know what they say about you.

“Don’t be so bashful, my little ass-kicker,” he whispers, a smile forming on his lips and against yours. “But if only they knew how good of a girl you are for me.”

You pull away to nuzzle your face into his neck. Your cheeks are growing hot as Umemiya pulls your thigh around his waist, kneading the tense muscle in your calf.

“If only they knew that I get to see you like this, so sweet, perfect, and-”

“Pitiful,” you interject.

“If you’re pitiful, then I’m worse.”

He places a soft kiss against your cheek and slides his hand between you both. His touch is familiar and yet still setting your body ablaze as he parts your folds and rubs gentle circles on your clit.

“God, Ume..” your heart quickens as his fingers make expert work of the sensitive bundle of nerves between your thighs. You find his hold on you after all these years incredible, and you even say so in that moment.

“I can say the same about you, my sweet girl. I feel like I’ve known you in every life I’ve lived and every life I ever will live. You feel so constant to me.”

His lips are back on yours, searching tongues, and hungry groans are shared between you as he continues to rub your clit with his thumb and slips his middle finger inside your sex.

You grip his shoulder as you buck your hips against his palm.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

You run your fingers through his hair, pulling some of the longer strands and earning a soft growl from Umemiya’s throat.

“I love you so much, Ume.”

If you weren’t so enraptured by his fingers and the pleasure he was bestowing upon you, you would have noticed how his eyes sparkled when you uttered those words. Whenever you say you love him, he looks at you as though it’s his first time hearing it–with eyes full of absolute adoration and devotion.

“I love you, too. I knew I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Your breathing is shallow now; he knows how close you are, so he pulls you closer, the hand that was previously keeping your leg around him now snaking around your waist.

He knows what to do—and what to say—to get you exactly where you want to be.

“Let go, baby.” 

“Come on, pretty girl.” 

“It’s ok. You can hold onto me if you need to.”

“I promise I have you.”

“Let me have all of you.”

“Cum, yeah, just like that. Theeeeere you go, sweetheart.”

After your orgasm, he pulls his fingers away—a brief pang of disappointment radiates through his chest at no longer being inside of you—and raises them to his lips to lick them clean.

Hayato Suo

You lay on your back, feeling as though death would be a welcome end to your current state. You’ve been exhausted for some time, and you will continue to be exhausted as Suo, as naked as you are, hovers over you and places kisses against your back.

“Do you need a break?” His voice has returned to the cool tone you’ve come to know, signaling that there might be a lull in your lovemaking session.

“I think I have one more in me.”

You can feel him smile against the sweat-slicked skin of your back. 

“That’s my princess.”

He trails kisses down your spine, making sure to lick the hickeys that have formed into angry welts.

“What do you think our friends would say if they knew you liked to be called something so adorable?”

“Sakura would laugh at me,” your deadpan delivery earns a chuckle from Suo.

“Sakura is terrified of you, dove.”

“As he should be. Do I scare you, Suo?”

“No, you don’t scare me. But I am scared of the absence of you. I never want to exist in a world where you don’t.”

“You’re being dramatic. You know I can handle my own.”

His hands part your ass, and his tongue slides down to your mound, already covered and stuffed with the previous sessions' saliva and cum.

“I know what they whisper about you. But it’s hard for me to believe them as I only know of you in this way.” He’s circling your tender entrance with his tongue, allowing yours and his thick cream to coat his lips.

You quiver, your body already aware of what’s about to happen to you.

“I’m so fortunate to have the Makochi bruiser under me, coming undone on my tongue.”

“Suo, please…”

He slips a hand under you and massages your clit while finally sliding his tongue into you.

“I’m so lucky that you give so much to me. It’s only fair that I reward you, don’t you think?”

You moan in approval, gently bouncing your hips back and riding his tongue.

“Please let me cum on your tongue, Suo.”

“Anything for you, dove. Absolutely anything for you.”