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[ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ] — 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄

college au! baji for his birthday even though i’m kind of late lol

baji swears the world is out to get him. he felt like he fought for his life passing literature in middle and high school, and now he has to battle for it all over again in LIT 1301 class—in a damned overpopulated university campus with too many idiots that don’t know how to park properly.

just yesterday, he watched someone scratch another vehicle right before his eyes, simply driving off as if nothing happened. he wonders how he’s meant to survive three more years here, and he’s not even halfway to finishing this first one. surely his mother will understand if he drops out, he thinks, surely she can’t cry if he never failed—he’ll just simply drop out before he can.

and then he meets you, the quiet and studious classmate he shares lit with, sitting in the corner of the library typing away on your laptop. he’s almost positive you’re working on that essay that’s due in two weeks, and if he wasn’t so salty at your work ethic, he’d be slightly impressed.

“hey,” he snaps at you, making you glance up. a few people turn to look at him, harsh glares being thrown your ways at his lack of whispering skills. “you’re in lit with that old raisin from eleven to twelve thirty pm right?”

you blink up at him.

“you mean professor d—”

“yeah, yeah, the old man that’s about to expire. him,” he grunts. another glare gets thrown in your direction.

“i—okay whatever, yeah. i am. and please whisper. this is a library in case you didn’t realize,” you glare. for a second, baji is taken aback. he was sure you were the quiet innocent type, but it seems you’re a bit bolder than he’d initially given you credit for.

he shoves aside your books and pens across the table and moves your backpack from the chair beside you to the floor, sitting himself on it and turning your laptop to his view.

“so, what’s your essay topic—”

“what are you doing?” you hiss, smacking his hand and grabbing your laptop back. he catches a glimpse of the page count, and this time, he really is much too impressed to be salty at your progress. he stares down at the hand you smacked, then back up at you, then back down to his hand again.

you truly are a bold one.

“did you just smack my hand?” he growls.

“you just grabbed my laptop,” you snarl back. “you’re lucky i didn’t smack your face, but i’d rather not get kicked out. this is my favorite spot on campus.”

go figure, he thinks to himself, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. you really seem to live up to his assumptions. still, something about you peaks baji’s interests. you have no problems dishing out the same attitude back, and on any other occasion, he’d be pissed—but somehow, you excite him just a little.

rolling his eyes, he mumbles, “shocker. who would’ve seen that one coming?”

your eye twitches at the sarcasm.

“who even are you? and why are you bugging me?” he almost wants to offer a snarky response, but he holds his tongue—you probably wouldn’t be willing to help after that. swallowing his pride, baji glances at your paper for a moment before reluctantly meeting your eyes. he bites back a scowl at your expression.

“baji keisuke. from lit class with the raisin. help me on my paper,” he says simply. you blink for a moment, processing his words before scowling at them.

“why would i do that? you didn’t even say please,” you snarl. clenching his fists, he counts to three in his head.

“please?” he smiles sarcastically, and you know his words are everything but sincere.

but for some odd reason, as much as he annoys you, you can’t stop yourself from blurting, “how far along are you?” he shrugs.

“dunno. haven’t started,” he responds cooly, planting his feet on the table. the librarian shoots him a warning glance, and you watch in utter fascination as he rolls his eyes at her before putting them back down.

you wonder how someone can be so shameless.

“how am i supposed to help you if you haven’t even star—”

“i don’t know where to start,” he grumbles. “literature isn’t really my strongest class.”

“i’m starting to think no class is,” you raise a brow. this time he chuckles, turning to face you—and you almost want to hear the sound of his laugh again.

“you’d be right,” he nods, shooting you a grin. a small part of you grows soft at the sight, and for some reason unbeknownst to you, your heart rate increases slightly. “i’ll meet you here tomorrow at the same time and we’ll get started. i’m just aiming to pass,” he assures. “so no shakespeare level essays neede—hey, is that a vet textbook?”

looking to where he points, you look down at the anatomy textbook in your pile of things he’s shoved before nodding.

“yeah, i want to be a vet,” you mumble, “why?” and baji’s never been interested in someone like this before—not like he suddenly is with you. and he only comes to class because attendance is twenty percent of his grade—and knowing him, he needs every percent he can get—but he’s starting to think maybe he’ll actually have something to look forward to next class.

it’ll also be an added plus that he gets to see the look of irritation on your face when he plops his things down directly beside you too.

he turns back to face you again, flashing you a toothy grin.

“never mind. change of location, we’ll meet at a cafe. going to the library for the first date is kind of lame,” he shrugs. grabbing your pen and your hand, he ignores the light gasp you let out as he starts scribbling on your palm, writing down his number in messy handwriting. “text me so i can send you details. don’t be late okay?”

and before you can protest, he stands up and leaves, hands in his pockets as he strolls out of the library. you watch his retreating figure in bewilderment. but as you glance down at the number on your palm, noticing the small baji he wrote in parentheses next to the digits, you can’t deny the small bit of excitement that pools in your heart.

I CAMT U CAYNT I CANT DO THISN IM NOT STRONG ENOUGJR D FOR TH IS

𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵!

pairing : ryūguji ken x fem!afab!reader

word count : 7.1k [i'm so sorry]

content : dom!ken, oral (f! receiving), unprotected sex, size kink, petnames ('princess' for the majority and 'pretty' just once), ken is really attractive in this ngl, creampie, birthday sex :), nipple sucking.

notes : for @tenrichouku :] happy birthday you crazy ken simp. hope you're happy that the longest fic i'll ever write was for your bf. jkjk not to get disgustingly sappy, even though you know how emotional i get, but i love talking to you so much and not a single day goes by that i'm not grateful for your entire existence. thank you for showing me just how weak you get over ken, the past few days really helped me with writing this entire fic lolol. i wouldn't want to share the haitanis with anyone else if not you :^) and also i hope you have an amazing day mwah mwah ily :]

tags: @planetonet @tokyoredlightdistrict

18+ only minors stay away

It’s your birthday and you aren’t getting any younger.

That’s what you’ve told yourself five times in the past few minutes as your thumb hovers over the install button on your screen. Your mind has always done a good job in having the cons outweigh the pros in every situation you eccentrically find yourself forced into. Except this time, the pros outnumber the cons as you tap on the install button of Tinder.

‘Worst case scenario, I don’t find anyone tonight and I can delete the app and forget all about it.’ Is your final reasoning that you don’t get to talk yourself out of once the app finishes downloading.

Searching for a one night stand on the night of your birthday hadn’t been on your itinerary for the day. But somewhere during lunch with your close friends and the self-indulgent shopping spree afterwards, you realise you’d be spending your night doing absolutely nothing. Maybe cook your favourite meal for yourself and rub one out before falling asleep and returning to your normal life the next day. That’s why you decide to download the god forsaken app, in hopes that you could find someone to talk to and make the last hours of the day somewhat memorable, at the very least.

After clicking on the pink app icon with the white flame in the centre, you make your account in a matter of minutes, having already placed your best pics in a separate folder for the many times you fall back into the trap of downloading the dating app and making a new profile. Once you’re satisfied with your pictures and bio, you begin swiping.

The number of people that had already liked you was alarming, until you realise that most men swipe right on everyone just to increase their chances for a match. Maybe they were down on their luck just as much as you were, the few people who you’d had a match with were too dry for you to keep any conversation with.

It isn’t until you’ve hit the half hour mark of swiping through the deck that you run out of people in the 5km radius you’d set in your settings. With a nervous bite to your bottom lip and a hint of desperation as you try pushing your birthday luck to finally give you someone worth talking to, you increase the radius to 10km and the deck refreshes.

Your thumb works on muscle memory at this point but you’re grateful, relieved that you had paused for a split second as your eyes land on the face on your screen. He goes by the name Ken and his bio is perfectly straight to the point.

Here for a good time, not a long time

The final positive check for you is the verified tick beside his name and before you know it, you swipe right and your screen turns pink with ‘It’s a Match!’ appearing on the screen.

Your eyes widen in surprise just briefly before you tap on his profile again to look through his pictures, hoping you’re able to find something to bring up in order to not make the first message dry. He only has four images of himself with the first one being a gym selfie. Nothing too arrogant, but the black tank top he dons perfectly shows off his toned arms and the angle of his pose shows off his jawline and the dragon tattoo on the side of his head.

The next image is of him looking over his shoulder while crouched down in front of a bike. His dark hair is tied into a ponytail with two strands framing his face and you feel something stir in your stomach at how attractive he looks without a smile on his face. The last two pictures are of him with friends who don’t take the spotlight off of him but are still attractive from what you can tell.

You don’t get the chance to think of a smart line for him when a new notification pops up on the messages icon at the bottom of your screen. Your thumb works quickly to tap the icon and you find yourself hoping it’s from Ken and sure enough, it is.

A small smile tugs on your lips as you click his name to read his message.

solid taste in pet shops

my friends own that one in the third pic

Sure enough when you look at his pictures again, you recognise one of his friends as Chifuyu, who you’re closely acquainted with, enough that you help feed the animals when you show up to the shop when it’s busy.

well, it’s like my second home for a reason

i hope your friends know that they’re doing the world a huge favour with that shop

After that, the words come easily and the conversation is comfortably casual and you begin to feel giddy inside. You slowly drift the conversation into the right direction to bring up your question but he quickly catches on and beats you to it.

so, what are you doing on tinder?

You laugh softly to yourself as you type out your reply, adjusting your legs on the couch to get more comfortable.

well

it’s my birthday today

thought it’d be fun to try and see if i could get lucky tonight

Ken’s reply comes a minute later. You made sure to count, anxious that this mention of your birthday is too much for what his idea of a ‘good time’ is.

happy birthday :)

want to test that luck out some more?

;)

A hand covers your mouth as your smile grows tenfold and it takes everything in you to not squeal into your palm at his reply.

thank you :)

and yes i would love to

—

perfect.

have you had your dinner yet?

The gurgle of your stomach reminds you of your neglected task and you’re grateful that the app has taken all your attention from making yourself dinner.

i haven’t

—

even better.

pick a restaurant. i’ll meet you there in half an hour

You really can’t believe your luck at this point, scoring a free dinner with someone you’ve had a genuine conversation with on Tinder on the night of your birthday was already a lot more than you bargained for. Still hesitant on this being too good to be true, you text your best friend the details of Ken and the restaurant you had told him to meet you at. After a teasing remark and a wish of good luck from your friend in reply, you get ready for your dinner.

You’d chosen your comfort restaurant just ten minutes away from your place, just in case Ken stands you up or is a complete catfish, you have the perfect opportunity to book it to your house as soon as it turns south. You hope that won’t be the case, though.

The restaurant is Italian, the safest option in terms of price range but also atmosphere and it’s just casually formal enough for your black turtleneck and grey skirt to fit into the dress code of the restaurant. You’d arrived twenty five minutes after your last message and the five minute time window made your anxiety grow as you check your phone every three seconds for a message from him.

The lack of notifications clouds your mind to the point where you barely notice the ring of the front door, signalling the arrival of your ‘date’ until a tall presence stops by your table. You look up from your locked phone to see Ken, looking so much better than his picture that you almost feel like he’s the wrong guy. It’s way too good to be true.

“Y/N, right?” Ken asks. His voice is as deep as you expected it to be but it still takes you by surprise with how attractive it sounds.

“Mhm, that’s me.” You smile as you point to the seat opposite from you. His height is incredible, a generous two metres if you were to guess and when he slides into his seat in front of you you still have to tilt your head up just slightly to look at him. “It’s nice to meet you, even if we only just started talking.” You laugh nervously, your palms rubbing your bare thighs under the table as you try to calm your anxiousness.

He’s dressed in a dark blue denim jacket with a black t-shirt underneath. Heavy looking boots cover his feet and his dark hair tied into a loose bun on the top of his head. He looks much better in person than his pictures.

“I didn’t want to show up empty handed for your birthday,” he begins, averting his eyes to look down at his denim jacket. His fingers pull out a little keychain with a little shiba inu hanging from the ring and you take it with careful hands when he holds it out for you. “It’s from–”

“Chifuyu’s pet shop.” You gleam as your thumb rubs over the cheek of the puppy before your eyes lift up to look at him while your face heats up at the thoughtful gift. “I love it, thank you.” Your gratitude is genuine, appreciating how he had gone out of his way to give you a gift and you find yourself internally hoping that the night does end up on a good note with him.

Over the next hour, once your plates are emptied and you’re swirling the drink in your glass with the perspiration of the ice melting into the table, you’re smiling softly to yourself as Ken chuckles and  looks down at his empty plate, a gentle but manly sound that suits him so perfectly that you want nothing more than for it to play on loop in your head for the rest of your life.

You capture the tip of your straw with your teeth as his eyes meet yours again but there’s a look in his eyes that has your stomach stirring with an unfamiliar feeling. Your leg insecurely crosses over the other as you sit up straight and flush at his gaze. “Can I ask you something?”

“‘Course. Go for it.” His fingers link with each other as he rests them on the table, moving him closer towards you as if he knows you’re about to question his intentions.

“Why’d you join Tinder?” You hope your tone is as casual as you intend it to sound but the upward quirk of his eyebrow has you correcting your meaning. “Not that it’s a bad thing, I just really feel like I lucked out with you tonight and you seem too nice to just look for hookups.”

His soft chuckle returns and you don’t know if your anxiety picks up or reduces at the laxed expression on his face. “It’s okay. Chifuyu told me he was starting to feel sorry for me so he kept nagging me to download the app and I did, under the condition that I’m not looking for a relationship.” Hence the ‘good time’ he’s supposedly looking for, you assume. “But also, I like how things are moving between us now that I want to see if we can get any luckier tonight.”

Oh.

The look from earlier is back on his face and paired with his words, you finally catch on to his meaning. Feeling the heaviness swirl in the pit of your stomach once more, you find yourself nodding before you can even consider your moralities. This is what you had signed up for tonight and now you’re getting it. You can’t back out now, not that you want to anyways. Your voice still grows timid as you look away from his domineering gaze, “I want to see if we can too.”

In an instant, you find the two of you standing up and for the first time of the night, you feel his skin on yours in the form of his hand wrapping around yours as he walks the both of you to the cashier. He pays for the bill before you can even begin to pull your wallet out before he’s making his way out of the restaurant. “Your birthday treat.” He tells you when he looks over his shoulder to see the small frown on your lips at having him pay for the bill. “The first– second of many for tonight.” He eyes the keychain you had clipped onto the zipper of your purse as he stops in front of a motorbike.

Your eyes widen as you look at the vehicle and recognise it to be the one in his picture. You think, they all look similar to you anyways. “Are we riding this?” You find yourself asking as he lets go of your hand to pull a helmet out from under the back seat.

“Yeah, I figured if I couldn’t charm you tonight, this would at least make you reconsider.” He’s joking, you hope. He seems like the type of guy who’s confident in himself and knows how to treat a woman right and it was evident in the past hour over your dinner and during your conversation on the dating app, but you also have a hard time figuring out when he’s being playful and when he’s not.

Before you get the chance to question him some more, he gently places the helmet over your head before placing another one, decorated with the dragon tattoo he has on the side of his head, on top of his own head. He climbs over the seat of his bike before looking at you expectantly, “Your place or mine?”

“Yours.”

An achingly attractive grin grows on his lips as he nods and tips his head, inviting you to sit behind him. “Want my address so you can let a friend know? I won’t do anything bad, it’s just a precaution if you need it.” You really lucked out, you think to yourself as you gratefully hand him your unlocked phone.

You freeze in horror as he lets out a soft chuckle, assuming he read the last messages you and your best friend had sent each other before your hand is handed back to you with an address you recognise to be in an area just over ten minutes away.

“Just hold on as tight as you want. I’ll try to not go too fast.” The engine of his bike roars to life and before you can brace yourself, he’s speeding out of the parking lot and down the street.

The ride is exhilarating, the biggest adrenaline spike you’ve ever felt in your entire life and it wasn’t because of the speed of the bike or the wind blowing into you past his large frame. It was the close proximity you were forced into against him, arms tightening every time he turned a street or sped up slightly to overtake a car and it was also the vibration of the seat against your core. The smell of sandalwood is what you pick up from him the most. That coupled with the engine of the bike has you hoping you won’t leave a wet spot on his leather seat once you climb off the bike.

The ride feels like it goes on for hours but once he parks in the parking lot of his apartment complex, the rush of the ride hits you, making you realise just how quick the trip was.

“You okay?” Ken’s voice picks up and you have to blink up at him several times just to make sense of his words. You nod in reply once you realise he’s climbed off the bike and is now standing beside you with his hand outstretched to help you climb off.

After taking your helmet off you and returning under the seat, you slip your hand into his much larger one and it ignites something inside you, making your hips buckle slightly once you’re fully standing but you hope he reasons that with the adrenaline still coursing through your body from the ride.

The walk up to his apartment is long, despite it only being a walk up two flights of stairs, but there’s a tension in the air that you hope he feels as well. The tension only grows undeniably more once you stop in front of his door where he unlocks the door and steps inside as he looks at you over his shoulder. The second you step in and the door closes and locks behind you, you’re pushed up against the solid frame with Ken’s figure looming over you. One hand rests on your hip while the forearm of the other is folded above your head.

You barely get the chance to collect your thoughts and speak as he leans down and your lips tingle as you await the feeling of his lips on yours, something you’ve been aching for the entire night. But a swift swoop of his neck and suddenly your eyes, that are pointed forward, landing on the head of the dragon tattoo on his temple. “Gonna take you up to my room, ‘kay?” His voice is raspy and his breath is warm as it brushes over the shell of your ear.

Your breathing gets heavier as you push all your self control into not letting a sound fall from your mouth, letting the nodding of your head answer his question. It satisfies him just enough, knowing you’ve gotten too flustered to give him a verbal answer with how riled up you’ve gotten. His hold on your hips and the lack of presence between your legs is the only thing that’s stopping your hips from moving on their own accord in soothing the ache underneath your skirt.

Your arousal only grows tenfold when two large palms appear on the flesh of your ass, lifting you up with ease before you completely melt into his figure, arms wrapping around his neck as he steps back and makes his way to his room. Your skin burns as his lips meet the curve where your neck and shoulder meets, just resting on the flesh as he takes in the scent of your jasmine scented perfume that causes his cock to fatten up in his pants.

“I know, princess. Almost there.” The walk to his bedroom feels longer than it usually is, but that could just be because the low moan that sounds from the back of your throat at the nickname distracts him from his steps to his room. “Oh, you like that? You like when I call you ‘princess’?” His head lifts up from your shoulder as he turns around and pushes the door to his room even further before stepping in. You hum once again in approval just as he takes three large strides to the foot of his bed before letting you fall back on his soft mattress.

The scent of his bed sheets smell like the soft undertone you picked up from him early on. The cotton fabric smells exactly like what you’re already used to from him, just without his cologne that he had spritzed on himself for your meeting.

In an instant, the artificially strong scent encases you once more as his face hovers above you, dark eyes peering into you before you close your eyes, giving in to the lust in his irises. His lips meet yours before you can prepare yourself, the only downside to obstructing your eyes so soon, but your lips return his attack almost immediately. You can taste the hunger on his lips as he sucks on your bottom lip, tongue slipping into your mouth when you let out a soft gasp when he nips on the plumpness. Your breath heaves out of your nostrils and warms the other’s face as he swallows down the soft moans out of you.

Ken’s body completely rests on top of yours, the bulge in his dark slacks moving along your cunt through your panties, which had been exposed when his hands trailed up the side of your thighs  to hike the fabric up and bunch around your hips. Your hips twitch against his as your hands slips underneath his denim jacket to run up his becks and smooth over his muscled shoulders. You would continue exploring his body with your hands but you don’t get the chance as he pulls back from the kiss and his presence disappears above you, leaving you pouting as your hands fall to your sides before his hands cup around your thighs to hold them over his shoulders.

You lift your head up to look at him as he flattens himself down onto his stomach, face just an inch or two away from your heat. Close enough for you to unconsciously clench your thighs around his head but not close enough to soothe the neediness that’s growing for him by the second. “Ken.” You want to add more, want him to stop waiting as his eyes hold their gaze on the growing wet patch on the fabric of your black laced panties.

“Dressed up for me, did you?” Thick fingers press further into your skin as he pushes his face into your heat, forcefully making him drown in your scent. “Were you really expecting to end up in the same bed as me tonight?” You can only whine in reply as embarrassing sounds spill out of your mouth, too riled up to fight back and too shy to ask for more. You get your point across when your hips lift to follow after his presence once he moves back, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Be patient, princess.” His warning is fruitless with the way he can’t even be patient himself, one hand disappearing from around the flesh of your right thigh to rub over the dark spot on the fabric which causes you to buck against his digits. A low hum sounds from between your legs and your face heats up even further once you realise he finds amusement in your flusteredness.

“Please, Ken.” You properly beg this time, head falling back into the soft cushion of his pillow, losing the energy to hold your head up. Your hands move from its tight grip on the bed sheets to his hair, unsatisfied with the restriction of your fingers threading through his loose locks. A playful smirk tugs on his lips as his hand disappears from your panties to tug his hair out of its hair tie and you immediately tug at his roots, hips bucking to silently beg for him to touch you.

“Makin’ it real hard for me to wait, pretty.” His words have a bite to them as if he’s actually frustrated that his efforts are put to waste, especially once he finally gives in. Your anticipation meets its end as he leans back just slightly to tug your panties down your legs before they’re discarded over his shoulder, giving him a full view of your leaking cunt looking all pretty just for him.

“All for you, Ken.” Your sentence comes out in a light sigh as he dives in, mouth closing around your clit and sucking until your hands tug at his roots even tighter. He groans as you twitch in his mouth, excited over feeling his warmth ease the ache that he caused purely from his existence. A low groan vibrates against your cunt, causing arousal to leak out of your clenching hole and him moving his mouth down to catch your sweet juices on the flat of his tongue.

“Tastes like heaven, princess. Give me more.” When you lift your head up to look at him with your eyebrows scrunched up in pleasure, you note the way his eyes look almost cat-like, completely darkened with lust as he gazes back at you. His tongue laps at your entrance like a starved man, wet sounds following the movements of his tongue that has you lifting one hand off his hair to cry into the back of your palm.

“Just like that, Ken. Fe– feels so good.” Your words come out in panted breaths as his tongue lifts up to swirl around your sensitive bud, taking advantage of how riled up you are to draw more pleasure into you. His hands move to hold onto your hips for stability while they move on their own accord to grind into his face. “‘m close, Ken. Wanna cum.” Your voice grows soft and your eyes clench shut as your stomach tightens, body on the brink of orgasm and his mouth doesn’t stop his relentlessness on your cunt.

The vibrations of his hums and groans only force more whimpers out of you, making you all the more sensitive over his touch. “Cum then. Give me everything you’ve got.” It’s crude the way he speaks into your cunt, almost as if it’d be a waste of time if his mouth isn’t connected to your wet slit. You don’t get the chance to dwell over his lewd actions, the permission to cum rings in your head as more breathless pants huff out of your mouth and nose, alternating between the two breathing points and making your head begin to spin.

“Cumming, Ke– Ken. I’m cumming!” Your back arches off the mattresses as the coil in your lower stomach snaps and your orgasm washes over you, your words melting into babbles and moans. His ministrations slow down generously enough to not force you into overstimulation but just enough to ride out your high, tongue cleaning the juices that continues drooling out of you while also stroking over your twitching muscles until you pull his head away with the hand holding onto his hair. “Gonna make me too sensitive, Ken.” You open your eyes to look down at him, voice barely above a whisper.

In a split second, Ken’s hands disappear from your hips and plant beside your arms, allowing him to lift himself up your body until his face is hovering just above yours with your lips just a breaths away from each other. You want to tell him how pretty he looks with his lips and the sides of his mouth glistening with your juices that you groan at the taste of when crashes his lips onto yours.

“See how sweet you taste?” He mumbles against your parted lips, which sucks the air out of his own mouth. “I’ve never tasted anything better, princess.” You can’t not agree, not when your slick mixed with the taste of him is like ambrosia, sweeter than you could ever imagine.

You moan softly in reply as you connect your lips with his again, the small sounds of affirmation is all he needs to melt his mouth back against yours. While his mouth is occupied on your own, his hands busy themselves with trailing over your body, hands reaching up underneath your turtle neck to grope at your breasts. Your mounds fit perfectly into his large palms and you arch your chest higher up into him, seeking for more of his warmth.

“Can’t wait anymore, Ken.” Your hand travels down and cups the hardened bulge in his pants, eyes widening as you pull back from the kiss and he lifts his head up to see the surprise on your face. The outline of his cock barely fits in the palm of your hand and you have to wonder how big he really is.

“Fuck, I can’t wait either, princess. But I don’t wanna rush.”

His hands disappear from your chest and you immediately miss the feeling of his weight on you, but your irritation quickly dissolves as his tugs his jacket off and drops on the ground before his hand grip the collar on the back of his shirt, pulling it up and sliding his head out before it slips off the rest of his body and exposes his toned torso and defined abs to you.

You swallow audibly as your hands reach down to trail your fingers over his muscles but a hand wraps around your wrists, holding them together before the tip of your fingers can meet his skin. You look up at him, impatience clear in your eyes as he uses his free hand to tug your skirt down your legs and baring your naked lower body to him even more but at this point, you’re too far gone to let the embarrassment get the better of you.

“Take your top off for me. I wanna see all of you.” He orders as he leans down, pulling your combined wrists up and holding them over your head as his lips over your own. His head dips down just slightly to capture your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging on it softly before letting it fall back in place as he releases his hold on your wrists and sits up, shuffling back off the bed to discard his jeans and boxers.

He has half a mind to chuckle softly at your hurried movements as you pull the constricting fabric off your body, especially when you lean back against your elbows to face him properly with a small pout tugged on your lips. His eyes flick over your body, hunger clear in his gaze as he admires the swell of your breasts pushed up in the lacy black bra that matched the panties you’d worn.

In an instant, he’s crawling over your body once more before settling himself in between your parted thighs. His hands cup at your breasts and with slow and sensual movements, he pulls the padding down with a grin pulling at his lips at the way your breasts spill out, nipples perked up with excitement and anticipation which grows further once he leans down and closes his lips around your left nipple. A hand cups over your other breast, fingers pinching the other nipple and copying the ministrations of his teeth nipping gently at the one in his mouth.

“Feels good, Ken.” You breathe out as your head tilts to the side to look down at him with hazy eyes. His eyes flick up to your face, huffed breaths from his nose hitting your skin as his tongue flicks over the sharp pain of his teeth. His free hand travels around your body, stopping at the back clasp of your bra before unclasping it expertly with his one hand, sending your mind spiralling. The straps of your loosened bra falls off your shoulders and down your body as his mouth moves to your other breast, giving it the same attention as the other.

Ken’s impatience gets the better of him before he can really indulge himself with your tits, a quick look at your clouded eyes and he’s leaning back and tugging off the last remaining clothing between both of you, his boxers. As soon as his cock springs free from the confines of the fabric, your eyes widen as a sharp gasp falls from your lips. He looks heavy just from the way his cock drops away from his body, hanging with thickness that makes the weight make sense.

“Something wrong?” There’s smugness in his voice as he takes in the way you look like a fish out of water, lips opening and closing as you internally try and comprehend how he’s supposed to fit inside you. When you look up at him, any chance of a cocky remark flies out the window with the way his long hair frames his face and his darkened eyes bore into yours.

You shake your head as he moves over you once more, forcing you to lie back against his pillow, freezing for a split second as he picks up one of the pillows and places it underneath your hips to alleviate it. “I’m clean but do you want me to use a–”

“Don’t. I’m on the pill. Just want to feel all of you.” You don’t know if your eyes can widen anymore given how they keep growing with the realisation that he’s about to be inside you. The audacity of him to assume you’d want a flimsy piece of rubber in the way of feeling his naked cock throbbing inside your walls.

He gives you an incredulous look in reply as your desperate expression deepens, your hips beginning to move on their own and buck up against the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance. His tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek as he nods, eyes casting down to his cock that twitches and smears precum along your clit. A hand at the base holds the head against your fluttering entrance and your hands shoot up to grip at his biceps as he pushes in. The stretch is painful because he feels bigger than he looks and his mouth on your cunt only made you wetter but wasn’t enough to fully prep you, but with the way your toes curl and a shiver wracks through your body, you can’t deny that it doesn’t feel good just as much.

“Go slow, Ken. You’re so big.”

“But you can take it, no?” He knows he’s big and you’re still gushing around him once the entirety of his thick tip is inside you. The squeeze of your walls has his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head as he slowly thrusts forward even more, going easy on you just because he doesn’t want it to be over before it’s even begun. He’s patient over the next few minutes but only because your sharp gasps that melt into soft sighs every time another inch of his cock dives into you, sounds melodious in his ears.

Ken’s hand curls up into tight fists once he fully bottoms out inside you, a hefty groan sounding from the back of his throat and a low moan slipping from your mouth as you tip your head back and let your eyes flutter shut. Your walls tighten around him as he draws his hips back, not wanting him to pull out but a soft kiss to the cheek has you relaxing just enough.

“Relax, I’m not going anywhere, princess.”

He pushes his hips back in once your walls relax to fit him in, tip snuggling up against your cervix, the lift of your hips from the pillow making the spot so easy to find. You’re really in for it now.

Your eyes open to meet his gaze as your hands relax around his arms and travel up to squeeze at his shoulders. “Go faster.” You find yourself begging, craving the delicious stretch of his cock pounding into you and splitting you wide open. His arms bend into a 90° angle as he lowers himself to plant his lips onto yours, swallowing your moans and cries into his mouth. If you were in the right state of mind, you’d be embarrassed to know that the kiss was only so wet because you’d forgotten how to swallow, Ken’s cock driving into you and bruising your cervix forcing every coherent thought out of your brain until the only thing you can register is him and him only. All of him.

“S-so good, Ken. Feels so good. I can’t–” Your eyes clench shut once you feel tears brimming at your lash line from the abuse of his pelvis slamming against your clit and cock reaching places deeper that even your biggest dildo couldn’t reach. Whines and whimpers freely tumble out of your mouth once he pulls his lips off yours and leans back, hands hooking underneath your thighs to lift them up and bend them over his broad shoulders before he’s leaning down again and fucking into you after literally folding your body in half.

“Fuck, princess.” His nose nudges against yours as your foreheads press against each other’s. You groan and your walls tighten at the sound of your pet name followed by a sharp hiss of the curse word, too erotic in your own ears that you wonder if it was your imagination playing with you. This can’t be real, it feels too good to be true.

“Your greedy pussy’s just sucking me right in. Can’t believe you were doubting yourself earlier.”

No, this is real. As if the slide of his veiny cock along your walls wasn’t enough to tell you so, the lewdness of his words made reality hit you harder than his hips slamming into you at this very moment.

“Wasn’t doubting.” You lie straight through your teeth as your toes curl in pleasure, body heating up and creating sweat that makes both of your bodies stick together uncomfortably with every contact you make. “Can’t think, it feels so good.”

“Mhm, yeah you’re taking me so well, princess. Let me– let me see you again after this. Can’t stay away from this pussy after today.”

Your mind makes you babble words of agreement even if you can’t actually comprehend what he’s actually saying but at the same time, you know that you don’t want to be without him or his cock either. You’re sure your cunt will be moulded to fit only him after tonight.

“Open your eyes, princess. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours.” Ken’s voice is gruff due to the lack of breath and low whisper of his words but it still strikes a cord deep inside you that has you opening your eyes, eager to obey his words. “There they are.” He bites down on his lips, plump flesh turning white with how hard his teeth digs into his bottom lip. Opening your eyes only has them watering further before the tears spill over your eyes and down the side of your face and into your hairline.

The sight shouldn’t be as arousing as it is but at this point, everything about you has him feeling overwhelmed. His strokes turn slower as his stamina reaches its limit, resorting to grinding his cock into you slowly and deeply as he shuffles forward and lifts your hips up even further. The new position has you feeling like he’s actually in your stomach, so deep inside you that you tighten around him even more while your mouth falls open in a silent moan. “Right there, Ken. I’m gonna cu– ahh!”

Your mind goes numb as your words come to life, stomach tightening just as much as the hold you have on his arms. Your eyes lock with one another’s while your eyebrows scrunch up in pleasure. “Just like that, princess. You look so pretty cumming for me.” He groans as his hips pick up its pace to fuck you through your high while also reaching for his. “Gonna fill you up, yeah? You want that?” Dirty words asking for permission to finish inside you. He doesn’t think he’s ever wanted anything more than to just let his cock swell up and empty his balls inside you only to watch it all leak out of you once he pulls out.

“Yeah, please, Ken. God, cum inside me.” Your words come out in a broken moan, shaky hands reaching up to cup his cheeks to ground yourself from the after effects of your orgasm and the overstimulation he’s forcing you into. It’s all he needs for him to press himself deeper into you as he sheaths his cock all the way inside and lets his cock spurt out his warm seed all over your walls, his deep voice filling the room with low groans and panted breaths. You feel it and the twitching of his entire cock inside you. If you thought you were full with just his cock earlier, then you’re loaded now with his cock and his cum combined.

You might have cum again around him, but you’re not too sure. Either way, your body quivers underneath him once your high falls down from its peak and he leans back to let your legs fall against the bed, blood rushing to fill them up quickly and you feel pins and needles appear under your skin.

“Feel okay?” He asks you as he rubs along the side of your thighs, slowly pulling his cock out with both of you wincing at the loss of warmth from each other. You nod in reply as your legs snap shut to stop his cum from leaking out of your hole which he promptly notices and pries your limbs apart to watch the white liquid ooze out and travel down your perineum.

“Ken, stop. It’s embarrassing.” You whine as you reach down to cover your sex, immediately drawing your hand back when you feel just how wet it is. He chuckles softly as his tongue pokes at his cheek, creating a small bulge from the outside that has you clenching once more at how attractive the sight is. Luckily, he looks away before he notices and instead climbs off his bed and disappears into his bathroom. You hear the sound of water from the tap running for a minute before he returns with his cock clean and a small dampened towel in his hand.

He makes his way in between your legs once again and wipes the mess on your pussy, smiling to himself as your body twitches from sensitivity before he accomplishes his task and drops the towel to the floor. He slides under the covers beside you and lifts the sheets up so you can climb under and once you do, his arm wraps around your waist while you splay an arm over his chest.

The two of you lie in silence for a little while, his large thumb rubbing over your skin in a soothing manner before he lifts his upper body up to pick his jacket up from the floor. You watch with tired eyes as he pulls his phone out from the pocket and unlocks it.

“What are you doing?” You ask, not being able to see the screen until he holds his phone up right on top of his stomach. He doesn’t reply.

Instead, you watch as his thumb swipes on his home screen until it lands on the Tinder app icon. He clicks onto the app and goes on the settings before scrolling all the way down where the tab ‘Delete Account’. Your eyes widen once he clicks the button before deleting the app and lift your head up to look at him for an explanation, with your entire body burning up even further against his skin

“I was serious with what I said before. Can we see each other again after this? I’ll take you on a proper date this time.”

The smile on his lips is too sweet and the look in his eyes tells you all too much that your feelings and thoughts are mutual so you find yourself nodding. “I’d love that.”

“It’s a date then.” That god awful but attractive smile of his spreads even further as he dips his head down to press a kiss to the corner of your lips.

“Happy birthday, princess.”

Toshihiro Kawamoto Art Works - The Relucent 2006-2020 Art Book

AKKUN MY BABYYYYYY

LATE | SENDOU ATSUSHI

there are a few constants in atsushi’s life.

he takes lunch at 12:15 every day no matter if there is a rush or not and eats at the little noodle shop on the corner of the street. takemichi and the rest of his friends come by interchangeably for cuts at least once or week (or just to annoy the shit out of him while he works). the stray cat outside his apartment window who paws and scratches at it every time he comes home begging to be let inside.

and you.

he’s not really sure when exactly he noticed you, but it feels like he’s known you forever. it’s as he’s closing the salon, locking the door after he’s shut off all the lights and cleaned up for the night, and you walk by. you must be getting off work, because he notices how tired you look—not in a bad way! just a noticeable one—and the way you always stifle a yawn as you wave at him and say hello.

for a while that’s all it is, a coincidence of you walking by on the sidewalk the same time that he’s closing, a brief nod and hello and goodnight just to be polite. he doesn’t know you, hasn’t the slightest idea of who you are, but he thinks he’d like to.

he gets the opportunity one night when he’s late closing up. he thinks he’s missed you, running late on his schedule so surely you’d be gone and passed by now. but no, as he steps out of the salon doors there you are.

no, literally you’re right there as he hits you with the door.

akkun doesn’t think his cheeks have ever burnt so hot or he’s wanted to be swallowed up by the earth more as he watches you clutch your forehead and your things clatter to the ground. what a way to properly introduce himself, he thinks.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry,” he sputters, instantly dropping down to help retrieve your things.

and the universe must hate him—and you—because you bend at the same time and your foreheads slam together.

the both of you fall back on your asses on the concrete, now both clutching your foreheads, items forgotten in front of you. akkun wants to die on the spot, honestly, and opens his mouth to apologize for knocking you upside the head twice—two times more than he had ever planned to—but before he gets the chance you’re bursting out in laughter.

akkun thought it was just your smile that was contagious, but in that moment he learns that your laugh is too as chuckles of his own bubble out of his throat.

“i‘m really sorry,” he breathes in between giggles, palm still pressed to his head as he looks at you, eyes crinkled and warm.

“it’s fine,” you wave off, shaking your head to try to clear out your jumbled brain. “you really knocked me off my feet, huh?”

there’s a halt inside atsushi’s chest, a screeching in his mind that sends him a little dumb and a whole lot dizzy. because not only are you apparently not mad that he knocked you senseless, but you’re even telling jokes? something he’s almost certain is a half assed pick up line?

yeah, he falls in love on the spot.

things change from then on out. it’s no longer just rushed hellos and polite grins thrown at each other in the late of the night. you wave at atsushi as soon as you round the corner and indulge him in small talk as he locks the door. he waits on you—because yes, he’s started watching for you to see if you’ve passed by the salon yet—just so he can spend those few slim minutes underneath the flickering street lamps.

and he, slowly and carefully, works up the courage for what he finally does tonight.

“hey,” atsushi greets, as soon as you come into his line of sight.

tonight, he was lucky. you were running late again, a good fifteen minutes after the time you normally walk by, and he was banking on that all day because he wanted it to be special. as he fidgets with the two drinks in his hand he starts to question whether or not running to the cafe on the corner was a good idea. he’s not even sure you like this drink. shit, what if you were allergic to something in it?

he’s feeling that whole ‘earth please swallow me up’ sensation again.

“hey,” you smile, but it’s tired and your eyes don’t crinkle up all the way. a long day, akkun knows the feeling. “how was work, atsushi?”

you can’t see it because of how dim the lights are but a flush rises to his cheeks. atsushi, you say, and you have no idea what it does to him. he’s probably the only person who’d find it more flustering to have his crush call him by his real name rather than a stupid childhood nickname. but hearing it from you? it makes his tummy feel funny.

“oh, you know. same old same old,” he shrugs, mirroring your grin. he looks down at his hands out of habit, a nervous little tick, and remembers the drink in his hand. instantly, he holds it out to you, cheeks reddening even more. “here, i got you, uhm..”

“oh!” and your eyes light up in the way akkun absolutely loves as you reach for it without a single ounce of hesitation. “that’s so sweet of you. thank you.”

“it’s no problem, really. just wanted to do something to—for! for you.” atsushi bites his tongue, mentally kicks himself as he stands there on the sidewalk outside his salon, and wishes he had a single ounce of smooth talk in his body.

but suddenly you’re taking a step closer to him and your hand is pressing to his chest and you’re leaning in real close and, oh.

you kiss his cheek, and he thinks he might pass out.

“thank you,” you repeat, taking a sip from it and sending a smile up to him that has his knees going weak and his head floating a mile high. he’s sure there’s hearts in his eyes like some cheesy little cartoon. “i love it.”

“i love you,” akkun mumbles, then freezes, and you laugh as he closes his eyes and sputters over himself. “oh my god no. no i didn’t mean it like that. that’s not what i—oh my god.”

“hey hey, don’t worry about it,” you wave off, and your hand is still on his chest. his heartbeat hammers beneath it as he looks down at you, chewing the edge of his lip. “you’re really cute, atsushi.”

“thank.. you?” he rubs the back of his neck, lips a sheepish tilt.

“you’re welcome.” finally, you drop your hand off his chest and for a second akkun’s heart drops to his feet at that. but then your fingers brush his, and he finds himself looking down nervously right at them. “so, walk with me?”

atsushi’s nodding before he even fully registers your question, eyes following you as you walk past and start heading down the sidewalk. you make it a few steps before looking over your shoulder, head canted to the side as you laugh out a ‘coming?’ to his still little figure. he’s bolting into action so fast he nearly trips over his own feet and you bite your lip to stop the giggle that threatens to bubble out.

it takes a whole three blocks before atsushi even realizes he’s walking the entire opposite direction of his apartment and this most certainly wasn’t what he had planned for tonight.

but when you thank him at your doorstep and lean in to kiss more than just his cheek?

he has no complaints in the slightest.

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serious question, is shinichiro the loyal type?

i’m never serious but i will be for you anon

is shinichiro the loyal type? hell fucking yes, let me explain.

shinichiro is part of the sano siblings so automatically he is loyal, but he’s so sweet and the best boyfriend ever. always going out of his way to buy your favorite snacks from the store, sending you cute little messages like “you’re the best thing to ever happen to me” or “i’m so madly in love with you”

when he misses you he goes through his phone and looks at all the pictures he’s took, smile growing bigger and bigger with every image. speaking of pictures, he captures everything and i mean everything, to your sleepy morning face to that beautiful laugh he always loves to hear.

he’s so clingy behind closed doors, whining when you remove yourself from his hold to get up, don’t get me started on when he’s just woke up and drags your body from across the bed to hold you closer always nestling his face in the crevice of your neck.

in public he’s subtle, fingers intertwined with yours, arm thrown over your shoulder and grinning ear to ear whenever you look at him.

people ask him who you are and shinichiro always always proudly says “they’re the love of my life”