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not to be horny but watching a dudes stomach flex and tighten when he's about to cum is a sight so sinful i cum on impact. jesus fuck.

Hey, honeys!! I'm back and I'm so fucking excited about it. I've really missed writing slutty things and sharing them with you all, it's just way too fun at this point. I'm returning with some L smut, seeing as you guys really liked the first one I wrote. Don't worry. I'm still doing smut for other people/characters/fandoms, etc. And will be opening my requests soon. Sit tight and I hope y'all like this one.—Ash <3

Birthday Suit

L x Female reader

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” L tells you. “Can you manage twenty minutes without me?”

“I cannot,” you reply quickly, hand resting on your cheek as you look at him. He’s being witty per usual, but what he is really referring to is your behavior earlier. Your birthday is today. And during your party this morning and through out the whole birthday dinner this evening, you refused to keep your hands and your eyes off of your tasty, sexy man.

It’s that suit; that devilishly sleek, perfectly fitted, charming tuxedo. Seeing him in that made you fall in love with him all over again. Almost as if you saw him for the first time.

L doesn’t dress up very often, but when he does, dear God when he does you want nothing more than for him to fuck you like a maniac. Not that you don’t adore his usual casual get-up. He’s handsome regardless. But a man that fine in a suit is a dangerous man. Your dangerous man.

“I love you,” you say, pouting as he enters the bathroom.

“Love you, too, hon,” he says back, fully disappearing into the bathroom now.

You hop out of bed, zipping over to your dresser and taking out your recently bought lingerie. It’s a gorgeous sheer, baby pink top with matching panties. You already knew you were going to be requesting some birthday sex from L tonight, but you decided to add in some fairy magic this time. He has no clue you bought this, but he adores you in pink. He says the color makes you glow even more than you already do.

L already got you the perfect birthday present; a deeply romantic and fancy dinner downtown, and an entire collection of your favorite manga. Both of which brought you immense gratitude and excitement. But him taking you to pound town really is the final stop.

You lay on your back, looking up at the ceiling daydreaming as you wait for him to finish up. Your belly fills with butterflies when you hear the shower head turn off.

Your eyes remain on the ceiling when he returns to the room, nothing but a white robe and shower slippers on.

“L?”

“Yes, y/n?” He answers, looking over at the bed. He squints his eyes, attempting to comprehend what he’s seeing.

“I want you inside me,” you say, being as blunt as can be. You don’t want to waste any time. Your pussy has been throbbing long enough.

He fights back a laugh. Not only a humored one, but a baffled one also. “How can I say no to that?”

L unties his robe and slips out of his slippers, drying his wet strands with a hand towel one final time. Your body tenses in elation as his footsteps get closer to you.

“You look perfect,” he praises, taking notice of your outfit change. He climbs on top of you, French kissing your mouth deeply.

You throw your arms around his neck and thrust into his naked body, clit hitting his erect dick. He sucks on your neck in your favorite spot as you continue to grind against him. Your hunger continues to grow.

L pulls your panties to the side and pushes his middle and ring fingers inside. He watches your face as he does so, kissing you as you moan out. The overstimulation is real right now.

Each time he pushes his long fingers inside of you, you thrust your hips forward, longing for them to be deeper. You’re nearly scratching beneath the skin on his arms with every probe and stretch and push of his slender digits.

L knows when your orgasm is approaching because you always start to clench really hard when it’s about to happen. He stops, replacing his fingers with his dick which is twitching to be in you.

Instinctively, you pull him in closer, wrapping your legs around him for full access. You want to feel him in your stomach. You love the sensation of it, the fullness.

He resumes the kissing on your neck and also your shoulders. He fucks you slow and careful, leaving it in for a few seconds so that you feel everything. You tighten your pussy around his dick each time as your legs become too weak to do so.

“Shit, I’m gonna come so fucking hard,” you say shakily, hand gripping his hair for dear life as he pounds you without mercy.

The only noises that fill the room right before you both cum is the sound of your wet pussy being fucked to its core and your cries of passion. You love the sound of your own pussy being fucked. It turns you on beyond measure.

Your legs go numb wrapped around L’s body, but your grip on his hair and his shoulder remain tight as you explode. You scream out, your orgasm hitting you like a fucking train. L cums too, small whimpers and struggle groans following his climax.

The two of you are so drained after that, you can barely move.

“I’m so sleepy,” you say, L still on top of you catching his breath.

“Same here.” He sits up slowly, kissing you on the cheek. “Let’s go to sleep now.”

Authors Note: heyyyyyyy 🤍 I fucking love L okay that’s it bye 💋

Hey luvss <3 I went ghost for a little bit, but I’m back at it again. My requests will be open in the next couple days. I really missed my little blog and I have so much content to post now — Ash

Fuck I’m so in love with him

Yall...idk if I'm ovulating or its just bill but...

So fucking good 🤌🏽

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𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒.. “shit- baby what if someone catches us”

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Bill Kaulitz x black fem reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut, p in v sex, blowjob, doggy style in the changing room, reader being literal feral for him, cock hungry , you guys could get caught, not proof read 🤧

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1188 words

𝐀/𝐍: A Bill Kaulitz smut 👏🏾 bye bill is such a cutie, managed to come up with this on the spot and write it in a day proud of myself 🫡

It was safe to say you had never been this turned on in your life.

Yes you had watched bill’s concerts with the band before but this particular concert had you wanting to be on your hands and knees and milking him completely dry.

He was wearing all black as usual but something just stood out to you, the way he sang like his life depended on it.. the copious amounts of sweat dripping down his forehead, the fact he had quickly flashed the crowd, showing his tone body to the audience something he had never done before.

It had you going completely feral.

When the band said their final goodbyes, he made his way back to his changing room, you were already there waiting for him.

“Oh shit- you scared me, how did you get here so fast” he says, putting a hand to his chest to indicate that you had really given him a jump.

“Oh nothing I just wanted to congratulate my boyfriend before he got back” you say, stalking your way towards him and wrapping your arms around his waist. He notices this and looks up into the mirror to see your eyes had darken from the usual colour as if you were being controlled by something.

“I know that look.. you know we can’t do it here” he says rubbing your hands before gently removing them from his waist. you look at him innocently, through the mirror and turn him around so that he was facing you and gently press soft kisses on his neck making sure to create reddish bruise’s all around.

“I don’t know what your talking about bill I’m just congratulating you on today’s performance” his breath jerks, eyeing you suspiciously as he rubs the sides of your waist.

“You’ve never congratulated me like this before, it’s just like any other concert what’s so special about this one”

You let out a sultry laugh as if he had asked a stupid question, “what’s so special…is that you looked so fucking sexy up on stage baby, I barley could contain myself” you say tracing the outline of his chest with your finger.

His eyes widen, watching you get on your knees and he begin’s to panick trying to push you off as you unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants along with his boxers. “Shit- baby what if someone catches us… you know how loud I get”

“Then you’ll just have to learn to shut up”

His cock hits the bottom of his abdomen, the tip leaking precum. you licked your lips in excitement going straight to work, swirling your tongue around the mushroom shaped tip before engulfing the entire length into your mouth.

He lets out a muffled moan as he brings his hands to his mouth, watching the door fearfully as your head bobs up and down his cock. You look up at him and grin, moaning as the oscillation’s went to his dick. “s-shit baby I didn’t know I turned you on this m-much” he whimpers, his eyes watering.

You were giving him the most toe curling head he had ever received and he was enjoying every last second of it. you were drooling all over his length as it dripped down your chin and onto the floor.

Bill was moaning so loud, that he could be heard from outside, that’s how you knew he was close. You bobbed your head at a faster rate and moaned briskly,

“shit..shit..shit”

bill let’s out a groan and comes down your throat. You don’t think he had cum this hard before, heedless amounts of cum going down your throat and you continued to suck him, until he was milked dry.

“fuckkkkkk” he wailed, falling onto the desk behind, you stood back up, licking the cum that was on your lips and fingers like ice cream.

You kiss him once more, letting him taste the saltiness of his cum that surrounded your mouth and showing your needyness and deprivation for him before pulling away the string of saliva connecting your lips, breaking.

“I want you right now bill please” you whine, giving him more kisses on his neck. He couldn’t resist you, especially if you were this needy and desperate for him.

“We have to be quick I have to meet up with the others in 10” he says, pulling you toward him and bending you over the desk. “How wet are you for me…hmm?”

“So wet for you bill” you say, grabbing his fingers and laying them against your wet cunt. His breath hitched, feeling the wetness coat his fingers and noticing that you were not wearing any panties, underneath the short plaited skirt.

“Just want it in me… please” you whine, putting your fingers to your clit and rubbing slowly.

He was so hard for you that he could feel the overwhelming pulses in his cock intensify, watching you play with yourself. “So fucking sexy”

He grabs your love handles and positions you, teasing your folds with his cock-head, tapping it ever so gently before easing himself into you. He heave’s, the tightness of your inviting warmth nearly making him spill into you, “Jesus- your so tight”

You moan, resting your head on the desk as he begins rocking his hips into you, the wetness of your pussy being so much that it felt like a strong vice tugging on his length, “oh-ssshit” you slur, feeling already cock drunk.

He began pounding into you, making your toes curl as it hit your g-spot every time. You’d moan ‘yes’s’ and ‘more’, the feeling of an orgasm trickling up, your hands gripping the table like your life depended on it, the vanity’s desk banging and shaking against the wall.

“Look at me baby…look how fucking beautiful you look”

Dazed, you look up and make eye contact with bill in the mirror, watching yourself get fucked like a common whore, in a dressing room knowing that anyone could come in and catch you both in the act.

He grabbed your throat and kissed up your ear, whispering praises and sweet nothings. Your walls tighten around his length and bill knew you were close,

“Come for me”

“nghhhh- coming” you wheeze, your vision going crossed eyed as you cum on his dick, slumping on the desk with a whimper. “Where do you want my cum baby…shit….tell me”

“In me… cum in me” he listens to you, shortly after coming inside of you with a loud moan, his load filling you up as most of it spilled out of your warmth, letting it drip down your thighs.

You felt bad for the person who was going to have to clean the room after your little escapade as they were going to be met with the displeasant surprise.

He takes short breaths, the high coming down as he pulled out and carried you over to the couch. You were far too gone to even react or say anything just resting your head on his chest, letting him play with your hair.

“I love you so fucking much” he confesses kissing your forehead,

“I love you too”

This was so beautiful—I don’t even, what?!? 🥹

L eats pussy with precision. What I mean is everything he does has a reason to be done. Once he maps out the expanse of your body, he makes it his personal mission to discover each one of your sweet spots. His eyes are on either on your face or your cunt the entire time, searching for reactions as he tries different techniques. And as soon as you make so much of a echo of a moan, he’s pulling songs of them out of your throat by repeating the move.

He’s a man of intellect, and will, stubborn as a bull to know exactly what makes your back arch, walls clench and pussy cream all over his face. So of course he would know the spot deep inside you that makes your toes curl, and he finds it every time he’s making love to you.

And L makes fucking love. Smooth, passionate sex that always includes at least two orgasms from your messy cunt. He finds exactly what gets you going and does it until you’re sobbing on his soaked mattress, pleading for him to give your sore, marked-up body a break. He’s a sweet lover so he does, but as soon as you’ve drank water, peed and relaxed, he’s on you again with a cocky grin, ready to make the most of the rare time you have together alone.

His favorite way to spend the short time is between your thighs, the plush of them squeezing around his head and driving him mad. Bros got a thing for legs, he loves how your calves wrap around his back to keep him in place, how your toes flex and your feet jump when he touches you just right, and you’re damn wrong if you think he doesn’t love the perfect curve right where your ass meets your thighs. You’re even more wrong if you think he wouldn’t worship it like heaven on earth, demanding you stay still with your ass high in the air and legs spread as he puts his hands right on the curve and smears his lower face in your pussy, practically making out with the poor quivering thing as he overstimulates you.

And he drenches himself with you. Tongue fucking in and out of your weeping core as sheer liquid sprays out like a broken firehose. His nose rubs your sensitive clit just right as he does so, face practically smothered in your folds. And even if he won't admit it, he ruts like a dog against the bed sheets when he's eating it from the back and pathetically thrusting his jean clad bulge into the air when you're riding out your orgasm on his skilled mouth, tugging his hair to hold the poor boy in place. Mf drowns in your twitching pussy and he likes it, bro hopes he dies this way in place of a heart attack because the hot cum in his pants tells the truth about how he feels suffocated between your thighs.

I Love You, now Fuck Me

Nijiro x Female reader(requested)

Summary: Nijiro is driving you home from a successful date. During the drive, a confession of love leads to intimacy.

Includes: shy, needy nijiro, dry humping in the car, some fluffy, corny love 🤍

Also I don’t know who the girl is in the picture! I just thought she was really pretty when I came across her on Pinterest, hehe. U all r free to picture whoever u like for this imagine/story. — Ash <3

“I love spending time with you, y/n,” Nijiro speaks, stealing a glance at you. He unlocks the doors to his car and opens the door for you.

You smile at his words and turn to him. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him in for a French kiss. You can't lie; you never want your dates with Nijiro to end. But you understand that you both have lives. Too bad you're not conjoined at the hip because you hate being away from your baby.

On the way to your home, you can't resist the urge to analyze him as he drives: his jawline, nose, his gorgeous eyes, and eyelashes, those soft lips...just all of it. Not only is he beautiful, but so is his heart. You love him and you're not ashamed of that.

“Nijiro,” you utter, now turned to face him in your seat.

“Yes, baby?” He replies, taking a swift look at you.

You blink at him slowly with little to no hesitation in your voice as you say, “I love you.”

He sits up in his seat, looking twice from you and the street ahead in astonishment. “Really?”

You nod, eyes fixated on him like a hawk. His mannerisms are telling you he's uncertain, and that makes you uneasy.

“Y/n... I-”

“Fuck,” you say, the panic exploding in the pit of your stomach. It doesn't take a genius to read the room, or in your case, the car. You've made him uncomfortable. “Just forget it.”

His face saddens and he grips the steering wheel anxiously. “Please don't be upset. You know I care about you I just-”

“Nijiro, drop it, okay?” You interject, feeling as though you could crawl out of your skin. You know it's not fair to be upset at him - saying that is a big deal. Still, the way it makes you feel stings like hell.

You hear him sigh quietly, his face turning red. You dread the remainder of this awkward car ride.

He pulls into your apartment complex and puts the car in park. You grab your bag and open the car door hastily.

“Y/n, wait, please?” He pleads, gently grabbing your arm.

You decide to bite back your pride and hear him out. It's only right to do so.

Closing the door back up, you stare ahead, waiting for him to speak.

“I'm sorry for the way I reacted,” he starts, eyes soft and low as he looks at you. “I didn't mean to hurt you.”

“I know.” You keep your eyes facing forward, too stubborn to face him. “I know, Nijiro. But why? Do you not love me back?”

He keeps his hands together, placing them tightly in his lap. “I do, y/n... I’m just scared.”

You uncross your arms and turn your head to look at him. He has his head down, fidgeting around with his fingers.

“Nijiro,” you say, a soft smile on your lips. “What is there to be scared of, baby?”

When he looks at you and sees your welcoming expression, his body relaxes. “I'm just worried you won't like me anymore. What if my love is too much for you, and you become sick of me?”

You feel your throat get tight when he says this. You had no idea he even felt this way.

“Sick of you?” You repeat, grabbing his face with both hands. “Nijiro, I can't get enough of you. So don't ever think that, okay?”

His cheeks burn as he nods. “Fuck, this is embarrassing.”

“Stop it,” you tell him, sliding over onto his lap. You let your weight fall into his pelvic bone, arms on either side of his head behind the seat. “Nothing about you is embarrassing. Everything you feel is okay. Even loving me, because I love you back.”

His warm hands rest on your sides and he kisses you. “I love you, too. I love you more.”

You smile scrunching your nose in amusement at his response. All this loving and vulnerable energy is driving you wild. And it doesn't help that you feel Nijiro's hard length under your skirt.

His eyes scan you up and down, a twinge of darkness present in them. Oh? So, that's how you feel?

You let his seat back a little, watching as he lulls his head to either side. You slide your hands down his torso and to his erection through his jeans. You sit back on top of it, your skirt sliding up and revealing your underwear.

Nijiro holds your waist as you start to roll your hips into him. You feel his dick start to get even harder as you grind, your clit striking it every damn time.

“Shit,” you hiss, grabbing hold of the seat. Nijiro helps himself in grinding back onto you. The friction from his jeans sends sparkles up your spine. He throws back his head, closing his eyes tight as he enjoys the ride.

“That feels so fucking good,” he purrs, hand sliding under your blouse. He massages your breast, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. “I'm so close.”

Your hand slaps against the door's window when Nijiro rubs both your breasts. You get the perfect move of your hips down, the angle pressing precisely where you need it to.

Your pussy is so wet it's nearly numbing, but you continue. Your orgasm is so close you can taste it.

“Just a bit more,” you croak, throat parched and dry as you try to breathe.

Nijiro pulls you down to him in the seat, grabbing your ass as you ride him hard and fast. Within seconds, you cum, lips hanging right over his ear. Your gasps are uncontrolled and intense. It's pretty difficult to come down from an orgasm that hard.

Pushing out a few more thrusts, Nijiro makes his way to his orgasm. His body goes still for a moment before he groans and breathes. You love hearing his sounds when he cums.

He blushes when he notices you watching him orgasm. “This underwear is destroyed,” he says, shaking his head. You can only imagine the wet explosion beneath his pants.

“That's yummy,” you reply, kissing him everywhere on his cherry-colored face.

He chuckles and rubs his thumbs over your tummy. “Wanna spend the night at my place?”

You smile hard when he offers this. “Hell yeah, I do. Let's go.”

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Heyyy I was wondering if you still plan on doing that nijiro request smut with reader grinding?

Oh my goodness!! Good morning! Holy shit I don’t know how that slipped my mind. Iam soooo sorry. Yes I’ll have it posted today. Be on the lookout for that.

Kento is so sexy and sultry. Look at his hair bitch he looks so good

You’re so welcome! ☺️

Nijiro x Reader (Request @yourmom101sblog )

Summary: While on set and preparing to film scenes for Alice in Borderland, the cast begin to pick up on some chemistry between you and Nijiro...

This was oh so very long awaited 🤍😩

It’s around eight in the morning and you’re sitting in your designated seat on set. You watch as Nijiro gets his wig installed in the seat across from you.

He sees you staring at him and he winks at you with a cute little smirk. The woman applying his wig quirks an eyebrow at the gesture.

You blush and mouth for him to stop, seeing as people could catch on. He mouths back a simple “no” and smiles at you fondly.

You shake your head, laughing at him. You're a bit taken aback at his silliness today; Nijiro makes it a point to be very undercover in his relationship with you on set. But here lately, he's beginning to get a little impatient with not touching or interacting with you all day.

The rest of the cast are in the room with the both of you, tending to other things or just simply resting before the next shoot. None of them know that you and Nijiro are dating yet. But by the looks of his attitude today, they're gonna find out soon enough. The thought gives you knots in your tummy, but you know it'll come out one way or the other. You two can hardly keep your hands off one another.

“Come here,” he says in his quiet, husky voice. The lady has finished his wig install and wandered off somewhere else.

Your eyes widen when he says this and you flail your hand for him to stop it. “Niji! Cut it out,” you whisper-shout.

He sits back in his seat and opens his legs, tapping the top of his thighs. “Come sit right here.”

You make eye contact with Tao(Usagi), who is most definitely picking up on the energy of the room. Her eyes beam with a knowing look as she watches the two of you.

“Nijiro Murakami!” You say, hoping it's just loud enough for him to hear.

He stands up from his seat and begins to head your way. You turn around, leaning against the table, and pretend to do something there. You don't even realize how much more obvious you're making everything.

“Is this how you treat your boyfriend, y/n?” He asks, the pitch in his voice getting a bit too loud for your comfort.

The film crew who is just feet from you pauses mid-conversation to glance at you both. Your breath returns after they look away, attention back on their dialogue.

“You really wanna do this now, Niji?” You ask him, still faking as though you're busy doing something. “Why today?”

He gently grabs your chin, forcing you to stop and face him. “I need to touch you, talk to you, check on you, and see how you're doing. I can't do that if I'm constantly pretending we're not together, can I?”

You close your eyes and sigh. You suppose it doesn't matter when you reveal the details of the relationship. But it's still nerve-wracking nonetheless. “Okay, baby.”

He kisses over your shut eyes and then your nose and lips. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck and pull him in.

“Woah,” Kento(Arisu) exasperates, watching the kiss. “That's not in the script.”

“I knew it!” Tao exclaims, nudging Kento in the arm. “My love radar was beeping like a car alarm.”

Dori(Niragi) walks up to Kento and Tao, taking a sip from his bottle of water. “Since when was this?” He asks, tilting his head at us.

“Two months,” Nijiro responds, kissing your forehead. You facepalm, smiling in embarrassment.

“What?!” Aoyagi(Aguni) blurts, staring between you and Nijiro. “Damn you little sneaky man. We had no clue whatsoever.”

Nijiro shrugs. “That was the point, genius.” You look up at him and giggle, flicking him in the collarbone.

“I kinda figured,” Aya(Kuina) joins, stretching her limbs. “I just think you guys were clueless about it. Me and Tao already picked up on it.”

“Congratulations, guys!” Dori says teasingly. “Now let me go puke in this bag over here real quick.”

Everyone shares a laugh including you and Nijiro.

“Shut up, Dori,” Says Kento playfully. “But seriously - you two look really good together.”

“Thank you,” you reply, content with the outcome of the reveal.

“Thanks, man,” Nijiro says, appearing just as delighted as you are.

The film crew returns and by the looks of it, is ready to resume work for the day. “Alright, everyone! Enough with the mushiness for today,” one of them says, shooting us a knowing but playful look. “Let's get back to work!”

You and Nijiro share a sweet kiss before getting into your positions. You love that man more than words can describe.

This was a little short, but I hope I pulled through on the request! -Ash 😇💕

Ohhhh okay I see what you mean 😭😭😅

I love that I’ve found someone who takes request for nijiro. Could you pretty please do a long time best friend nijiro falling in love and confessing to reader. Just some cute shy boy niji for the soul 🙏

Hi! Of course I can. Be on the lookout for it in the next few days or so. <3

@yourmom101sblog just to make sure u want him to be with one of the actors that’s on AIB? Is that what u mean by costar?

I love that I’ve found someone who takes request for nijiro. Could you pretty please do a long time best friend nijiro falling in love and confessing to reader. Just some cute shy boy niji for the soul 🙏

Hi! Of course I can. Be on the lookout for it in the next few days or so. <3

Yallll he looks so fucking good in this pic, it’s giving me too many ideas 😳 Kento with glasses is not something I thought I needed but shiiitt— 😩 I could just slurp him rn

I was wondering if you could do a nijiro x f reader fic where she’s grinding on him and he ends up cumming in his pants with like shy nijiro at the end pretty please.

Oh my god… this is yummy as fuck 😍😍😍😍 I love y’all’s requests.

Btw I really love taehyung, D.O Kyungsoo, Chanyeol, and honestly a lot of other K-pop artists/idols. So there will be some of that content on my page as welll!!!

@yourmom101sblog I got chu love. And u want it as a fanfic? With chapters right? Not just one shot?

I love that I’ve found someone who takes request for nijiro. Could you pretty please do a long time best friend nijiro falling in love and confessing to reader. Just some cute shy boy niji for the soul 🙏

Hi! Of course I can. Be on the lookout for it in the next few days or so. <3

I’ll have this up later today 💗💗

I love that I’ve found someone who takes request for nijiro. Could you pretty please do a long time best friend nijiro falling in love and confessing to reader. Just some cute shy boy niji for the soul 🙏

Hi! Of course I can. Be on the lookout for it in the next few days or so. <3

I love that I’ve found someone who takes request for nijiro. Could you pretty please do a long time best friend nijiro falling in love and confessing to reader. Just some cute shy boy niji for the soul 🙏

Finally finished this! I’m so sorry if I made you wait long. I hope that it ends up being worth the wait, my love.

Nijiro Murakami x Reader

Summary: You invite Nijiro to your housewarming party when he asks you to step outside with him to talk.

“Nijiro,” you say, looking him up and down in the doorway. You sling an arm over his shoulders and pull him in for a heartfelt hug. “I’ve missed you.”

He brings his arms around you, exhaling himself into the hug. “I’ve missed you, too.”

You release from the embrace and shut the door, locking it. You turn to him smiling. “Um, grab a drink, have some food—do whatever you want. My home is your home. You know that.”

He nods frigidly, scanning the living room in front of him. You currenly have about a dozen people over; just a chill housewarming party. Buying your first home at such a young age is a big deal.

Nijiro walks over into the kitchen and grabs a beer, striking up a conversation with people already in there. Hm. That’s new. Nijiro, to your knowledge, doesn’t drink. And you know that man better than he knows himself. You watch him for a second in amazement. You’re overjoyed to see him like this after almost a year. Everything feels complete to you now.

His eyes glance over to your focused stare and your eyes widen a bit before smiling. He caught you being a little creep.

He shifts in his stance, leaning against the counter. You nod to yourself, leaving him to finish his conversation.

“Y/n, your house is gorgeous,” one of your college mates compliments. “If you need a landscaper in the near future, hit me up, okay?”

You ruffle their hair playfully. “Of course. Who else would I ask?”

While trying to steal another look at Nijiro, you realize how much of a negligent host you are.

“Fuck,” you curse, palming your forehead. You make your way through the clutter of bodies in your living room and enter the kitchen.

“Niji,” you call, grabbing his wrist lightly. “Let me formally introduce you to everyone.”

He looks from the people he was talking to and back to you. He whispers timidly, “You don’t have to do that.”

You dismiss him altogether and clear your throat powerfully. “Attention, please.”

The room goes quiet and everybody turns to you. Some of them make jokes or silly noises.

“This is my best friend since fourth grade. My heart, my soul, Nijiro Murakami,” you announce, kissing his cheek.

The room fills with applause and a few hoots here and there. You squeeze Nijiro’s hand and smile

He blushes and snickers, peering down at his feet like they’re the most interesting thing ever. “Thank you, everyone. Nice meeting you all.”

“Aw. He’s shy,” one of them says. “We don’t bite, Nijiro. It’s Y/n you gotta watch out for, shit.”

They laugh and you glare at them “Yeah, y’all would know, huh?”

Nijiro looks at you as you reply; a look of adoration. Still chuckling, you turn to face him. Your hand is still intertwined with his.

His palm gets a little damp and he pulls away, scratching the back of his neck. “Can I talk to you outside, y/n?”

Your smile drops, slightly worried. “Sure, Niji.”

You shut the door behind the two of you, stepping out onto the front porch. You must admit though, the anxiety dancing around in your stomach is making you queasy.

“What's going on, Niji?” you ask, your frantic mind already assuming the worst.

He fiddles around with his fingers, tugging on the sleeves of his sweater. You recognize this gesture all too well. He's nervous as fuck right now.

“Just promise me you won't freak out, okay?” he half asks half warns. Your stomach and chest tighten apprehensively. Is this why he was drinking? Is he this petrified about telling you whatever it is he's about to tell you?

“Niji. Stop it. You're scaring me,” you answer, shoving his shoulder. “Just say it. You know how much I hate it when people beat around the bush.”

He sighs and begins to rub his elbow, finding it hard to keep still.

“You know how you asked me a few weeks ago if I was seeing anyone yet?” he begins, recalling a previous conversation.

You nod once. “Yeah?”

“Well, I lied about my reason,” he resumes, locking eyes with you. “It's not because I haven't found a good person yet. I have. I'm just worried they won't like me back.”

You chuckle making a sad face. “Oh, babe. What's not to like? You're a sweetheart. A true gentleman, Niji.”

You inch closer to him and rub his arm soothingly. “Shoot your shot, love. I'm sure they're gonna be so happy that you did.”

He looks at you in a way you've never seen before. The look gives you a sensation he's never given you before. You take a step back. Shit, shit, shit. I’m so fucking dumb, you shout in your mind.

“Nijiro,” you say in a tone so hushed, it's barely audible.

He stares at you apologetically, the soft sun highlighting the side of his face. The glow from the sun paired with the heat of the moment is making your limbs weak.

“I'm sorry,” he apologizes, fumbling around with his fingers even more. “I can't help it. I don't see myself with anyone else, y/n. I love-”

“Wait,” you cut him off, holding onto the wooden handrail on your porch. “Hold on a minute. Ten minutes ago you were just my childhood best friend. So, my bad for needing a second.”

He looks away, eyes guilty and full of hurt. “I should have stayed quiet.”

You shut your eyes tight, relishing in the short but refreshing breeze that tickles your skin. The sound of the trees in the wind brings you back to the present.

“Niji,” you say, trying to gather yourself. “I'm not mad at you, okay? I just-”

His face is beet red from embarrassment as he looks anywhere but at you.

“I'm confused, taken aback, happy, and flattered right now,” you confess shaking your head as you speak. “Because... I feel the same way about you, Niji.”

His sad eyes widen at your words. “Y/n...”

You nod, standing just inches from his face now. “I've been scared of my feelings toward you for a while now. Especially since I haven't seen you in so long. I've been scared of all of it: you liking me back, you not liking me back...terrified of you not liking me at all anymore. All of it.”

His eyes get watery as he smiles. “You're beautiful, so damn beautiful.” his hand presses against your cheek, shaky and unsteady. He kisses you softly and you melt into the action. The kiss is the best one you've ever had. Not because of the technique or the depth of the kiss, etc. But because there's a mutual transaction of deep love and connection already established between you two.

You share an emotional hug and talk a bit more. The sun is starting to set.

“Hey,” you say, tapping under Nijiros chin. “How about I kick these idiots out and me and you just chill and eat the rest of that junk food in there?”

He smirks and nods in excitement. “That honestly sounds like heaven right about now.”

🥁 I'm baaaaaccckkk. - Ash <3

Submissive Nijiro M. x dominant reader(male or female. Picture whatever you prefer, it's your brain :p)REQUESTED⭐️

Genre: Smut, fluff

Summary: You’re leaving the mall with Nijiro when you just so happen to run into a coworker… Let’s just say Nijiro becomes a little jealous watching the questionably invasive and overly-touchy encounter.

“You like those?” you ask, a delighted smile on your face. “Grab em’. I’ll get them for you.”

Nijiro turns to you, raising his eyebrows in a way that questions whether you’re serious or not. You love his sweet little face to bits and pieces. “You mean it?”

You caress his cheek, smirking at his tiny shiver. “I wouldn’t say so if I didn't.”

It's a simple pair of jeans that he's eyeing (a $300 pair to be exact), but you don't mind it. The two of you each have your own money to buy whatever you'd like, but you love spoiling one another anyway, you more so than him. It brings you a great deal of satisfaction to spoil him rotten. When and if he's deserving of it, that is.

He kisses your lips, eyes beaming with appreciation. “Thanks, babe.”

Finishing up in the store, the two of you head for the exit doors of the mall, discussing the day you’ve shared.

“I love spending quality time like this with you,” he confesses, holding his hand in yours.

You inhale a clean breath of fresh air and nudge him fondly with your shoulder. “I love you, hun.”

He looks down at his feet, smiling shyly. His smile disappears instantly when your name is yelled, a tall and lanky male approaches you.

“I figured that was you,” he says, the pitch of his voice a little too excited for Nijiro’s comfort. He takes you into a tight embrace, hand easing despicably close to your lower back. “You look amazing, per usual.”

“Thank you, Lawrence,” you reply, showing credit for his compliment. “You as well. Nice seeing you outside of work.”

“Ah, yes. Same to you,” he reciprocates, awkwardly shoving a hand into his pocket. “How rude of me. Who might this be?”

“This is my other half, Nijiro,” you respond. “Nijiro meet Lawrence, my outstanding colleague.”

You can tell right away that Nijiro isn't very interested, but you know he isn't a rude person. “Nice meeting you, Lawrence,” he forces, his jaw tightening.

“You too, man,” he says, appearing to pick up on the tense atmosphere. “I’ll see you Monday, y/n.”

You nod with a closed-mouth smile, watching as he walks away through the mall doors.

“Come on, baby. Let's go,” you tell Nijiro, taking his hand back into yours.

He shimmies his hand from yours, stuffing them into the pockets of his hoodie. “My hands are kinda sweaty right now.”

You know his hands never get sweaty, but you pretend the gesture doesn't hurt your feelings, allowing him to have his space. “Okay, sweetheart.”

* * * * * *

Upon arrival at your gorgeous home, you and Nijiro take your shoes off at the door, placing them in their respective slots in the organizer.

“Are you okay, baby?” you ask him, watching as he pulls his hoodie over his head and hangs it up on the coat rack. “You seem a little upset.”

He shakes his head, sliding his feet into his slippers. “I’m alright, just a little sleepy.” His voice is dull and empty, hinting at more of an annoyed and dismissive attitude over a sleepy and crabby one.

“Oh okay. I’m going upstairs to take a shower,” you relay, eyes following his body as he bounces down onto the couch. “You can join me if you'd like. And then maybe afterward we can take a nap together?”

He turns the tv on, keeping his head facing forward. “I think I’ll just stay down here for now. I'll shower later on.”

Already hurt by the cold and curt behavior he's exhibiting, you start to become somewhat defensive. His outright meanness leaves a bad taste in your mouth. And you don't find that appropriate for your sweet boy; it isn't like him. You decide that if he continues, this cannot go unpunished.

“I love you,” you say from behind him, arms crossed over your chest as you wait for him to say it back.

“You too,” he replies, still refusing to face you when he speaks. He's determined to keep his focus on the tv show, prolonging his petty episode.

You cut your eyes at the back of his head, getting a full grasp on how far he's willing to take his disrespect and blunt insolence. He must be in the mood to be begging for forgiveness because, at the rate he's going, he's going to be down on his knees and at your feet in remorse.

“Hey,” you warn, wrapping your hand around his chin to pull his head back to face you. “I said that I love you. Don't take that lightly. Now say it right.”

He examines your face, discerning the features that make it up. He knows that you're not playing around with him now. “I'm sorry. I love you, too.”

You let his chin go after a few seconds, giving him the death-stare to make sure he understands.

He stands up from the sofa, coming over to stand in front of you. “I’m sorry,” he repeats. “I really am.” He opens his arms out in an attempt to hug you, but you take a neglectful step back. You keep your arms at your sides firmly, trying with all your might not to cave into his sad face.

“Aht-aht,” you reject, holding your stance. “And what is it that you’re sorry for, Nijiro?” You continue. Nijiro knows it isn’t that easy to redeem himself; not when he’s taken it this far.

He fiddles with his fingers, his face burning with embarrassment. “I was wrong. I was bratty and mean to you earlier, and I apologize. I was just jealous. I know it's silly, but I was.”

Your cheeks start to burn from how hard you're smiling. You can't help it, watching his shy mannerisms as he speaks. Nijiro can be obnoxious at times, but he isn't a bad person. Not in any sense of the word. You adore him crazily. It's impossible to stay upset at him.

You bring your hand up to his cheek, thumb skimming it with love. “Oh honey,” you exasperate. “You have nothing to be jealous of. No one can take me away from you. I'm yours and you're mine. Okay, my love?”

His eyes stay fixed on his feet. “Okay.”

Ducking your head down, you try to catch a glimpse of his face, but fail miserably. “Do you feel better, now?”

He raises suddenly, startling you. “Can I make a request?”

Your eyebrows crease curiously. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“No one hugs you like that,” he says, undertones of envy and disgust in his words. “No one but me. I didn’t appreciate him hugging you like that in front of me, behind me, across from me. Just don't let him do that to you.”

You bring a knuckle between your teeth, hiding your laugh. Ironically, you find him most adorable when he's upset. “Whatever you want, hun,” you reply, agreeing to his proposal. You ruffle his soft hair, sliding your hand down his back to pull him in for a hug.

“Forget a shower,” you start, patting his back tenderly. “I'm in the mood for a nice, warm bath, yeah?”

* * * * * *

In the bedroom, you undress Nijiro from head to toe. When finished, you throw his clothes into the hamper. You then remove your clothes and poke his cute butt as you both enter the bathroom.

You bend down into the porcelain tub, turning on more hot water than cold. A familiar feeling scratches your brain; an intuition. Nijiro is staring at your bare body from behind.

Just as soon as you turn around, your gaze is drawn to between his thighs. His dick is saying hello to you.

He blinks at you innocently, the nerves in his penis causing it to jerk up and down. “I couldn't help it.”

Using the pads of your fingers, you touch his shaft lightly. “It's alright, sweet boy. Let's get in the bath.”

You step in first, sliding your body down. You moan in relief as the steamy water covers you. “Come on.”

Nijiro steps in carefully, using the edges of the tub to squat down between your legs. He stretches out his skinny legs and leans his back against your chest.

When the water arrives at an amount you like, you squeeze Nijiro’s thigh to get his attention. “Turn the water off for me, hun.”

He nods, leaning forward to turn both knobs off. He returns to his comfortable position on you, his face content and relaxed.

You wrap your arms around his torso, tugging him against your chest. “Sweetheart?”

“Hm?” He purrs sleepily.

“You know that if there's anything you want, you can just ask me, right?” You mention, sensing that your sweet boy is in need of something.

“Yes, I know,” he answers.

You smile beside his ear, teeth grazing it. “Is there anything that you want from me now? Anything at all?”

He starts and stops a couple of times nervously. It isn't until you enclose his twiddling hands into yours securely that he refocuses and finds his voice.

“Can you touch me?” He finally asks.

A devilish smirk spreads across your lips. You put your hand out in front of him, suggesting he use it as a guide. “Show me where you'd like to be touched, my baby.”

His hand eases out the water to grab your wrist softly. He pushes it through the water, between his thighs. “Here, y/n.”

You palm his erect penis, feeling his body tense up. “And what do you say when you want someone to do something for you?”

He whimpers, lulling his head on your shoulder. “Please. Please touch me.”

Snaking your free hand around his throat, you use your occupied hand to rub him up and down passionately. You allow him to feel every gesture your hand makes, always leaving him fully satisfied.

You kiss his temple as you work him into your hand. He continues to moan and cry as if this is just what he needs.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” You ask him, tightening your hold around his neck. You begin to stroke him more aggressively, using his noises as a signal to pick up speed. “Good boys deserve to cum. Are you a good boy? Have you been good to me?”

His hips thrust involuntarily, forcing you to go even faster. Your hand slams against his pelvis, subtly bruising the skin there.

“I’m a good boy, I promise,” he whines, eyes rolling up to flutter at you.

You audibly chuckle, slowing down the pace you're using. “Is that so? But you were bad today, right? You weren't properly punished for that, right?”

He struggles to hold himself together, his bottom lip quivering. “I know... I was a bad boy. But it was only because you're mine and no one else’s.”

Your strokes become lazy, snatching his release straight away from him. “Is that an excuse I hear? Shall I stop?”

“No! Don't! Please,” he says frantically, on the verge of tears. “It's not an excuse. I swear it's just the truth. Please.”

“Okay, baby,” you whisper soothingly. You decide you've tortured him enough, knowing prolonging it takes a toll on you. “I know you're a good boy.”

His uptight body melts back into you when you resume, picking back up right where you left off.

Nijiro is so close to coming that he starts speaking a slew of unintelligible words, mimicking gibberish.

“Don’t stop - oh my God.” He holds his mouth open without a sound, squeezing his eyes shut. When he releases, the heavy breathing, gasps, and whimpers return.

You watch him ejaculate into the water, spilling himself into it like a mini explosion. His dick twitches out remnants of cum.

You kiss him on the jaw, softly rubbing his tired head. “You must be sleepy, sweetheart. Let's hurry outta here so we can take that nap now.”

I don't even know what to say y'all. Submissive Nijiro is a treasury. Thank you sooo much for requesting this idea. This is pure gold. Alsoooo, I was going to include a choker/chain/collar kinda deal, like in the pic above, but I ended up getting a little carried away 😩 I’ll do something like that in the near future though.- Ash <3

I’ll have that Submissive Nijiro smut request up later today! Get exciteddddd ahhh. After this one I’m thinking of doing one where he’s a college professor and one of his students manage to seduce him into sex after class….

Hi Ash, I saw this on pinterest and thought of the new Nijiro story you're working on.

😍😍😍😍 you’re an angel 😭 I mean look at him and how perfect this isssssss. This picture alone just gave me soooo many ideas for the story

L x Female reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: L is consumed with his work and hasn’t paid you any attention in the last few hours. You figure it’s well within your right to do whatever possible to get him to focus on you.

“Come on babe,” you beg for the 1200th time. “Take a break for a bit. I miss you.”

L looks over at you from his crouched position — the one he’s always in when he’s working or focused on something. “I took a break earlier; I had some cake. And how can you miss me when I’m sitting right here?”

You poke your tongue into your cheek, trying to hide your laugh as you’re genuinely becoming annoyed and impatient.

“Yeah, smart-mouth ass,” you bark, hands on your hips defensively. “Not only did you eat your cake, but ya’ ate mine too! And you know exactly what I meant by that; I miss you spending time with me and not on this investigation. Sheesh.”

He blinks at you slowly with his big, sleepy, doe eyes. “You said I could eat it. And I’ll spend time with you once I’ve finished for the night.”

You huff out, “Number one: I didn’t think you’d actually eat it — which I should have known better. And number two: that’s what you said the last bazillion times I asked, L.”

“Because I wasn’t finished the last bazillion times you asked,” he replies, eyes fixed back on his computer screen.

You scoff, speechless. You know your boyfriend is an odd one, but you’ve always found it adorable. Sometimes though, there’s this little part of you that wants to choke him to an even paler complexion than he already is.

“Fine,” you hiss, walking up to him to nudge his head childishly. He doesn’t even blink let alone flinch at the push. “I’ll go play by myself — or maybe even with myself.”

“Keep the noise down please,” is all he says as you start to walk back up to your bedroom.

You scoff again, stopping to glare at him before stomping up the stairs, but to no avail. You know you’re being a brat, but you can’t help it. Sometimes L can be cold and detached from you. You understand that it isn’t on purpose and that he cares about you. But every so often you crave a bit more of him than what he’s willing to give.

Lying down, scrolling on your phone, you get an idea in your schemey little mind. You think you know something that might get L to pay you some attention.

You come out of your pajamas, only in your hello kitty slippers now. Confidently, you stride back downstairs and into the kitchen.

“I’m gettin’ a bowl of ice cream,” you announce, taking the frozen matcha treat out of the freezer. “Do you want some?”

He pauses momentarily, taking his thumbnail between his teeth. “Six scoops with chocolate syrup, please.” He hasn’t seemed to notice that you’re butt-ass naked just yet.

“Coming right up,” you respond, preparing his bowl to bring over to him.

“Here,” you say, nudging his arm with the bowl.

“Thank—,” he stops, looking into the bowl with a deadpan expression. “You didn’t put the syrup…”

Your face begins to burn with frustration, but you ignore it, continuing with your motive. “Lick it off me first and then I’ll put it on.”

He finally lifts his head, scanning you up and down, eyes widening. His eyes dart to your chest where you’ve drizzled some of the chocolate syrup on your breasts.

He slides his slender fingers against the small of your back, pulling you to him. You gasp quietly, his cool hand giving your naked body prickly goosebumps. He then stands up and dips his head down, face-level with your perky breasts. You shiver violently as a result of him blowing cool air on your already hard nipples.

“Hey!” You whisper-shout. You’re already finding it hard to stand as your knees are buckling from the tension. You don’t appreciate being teased.

L starts with your right breast, his tongue is contrastingly warm and soft in comparison to the rest of his body. He licks around it, swirling his tongue teasingly and taking your breast into his mouth entirely, being sure to get every last drop of the syrup. He repeats the action to your left breast and then licks down your stomach and belly button to catch the remaining drizzle.

As soon as he finishes, he takes the syrup from your hand, your grip weak and loose now anyway. He sits back down in his chair and neatly drizzles the syrup over his melting ice cream.

You continue to stand there, wet, wildly turned on, and freezing, but hoping to be warmed up very fucking soon.

You snatch the bowl from his hand, staring a hole into the side of his head as he looks ahead, spoon still held up to his mouth. He licks the spoon clean and then sets it down, turning to you

“How dare you do what you just did to me and then just go back to what you’re doing? Like…are you alright in the head? Don’t tease me like that!” You shout, ignoring how innocent and unassuming his face looks right now.

“I just wanted to eat my ice cream…”He murmurs, finger-pointing to the bowl in your hand. “I mean — you made it for me.”

You gawk at him, utterly empty of words. You can’t even be mad at your boyfriend; he’s too precious. It drives you insane. The look on his face immediately fills you with guilt at how mean you’re currently being.

“Fuck,” you exasperate, placing the bowl back down on his table. You lean forward to grab his face, forcing him to look at you. “I’m sorry. That was mean.”

“It’s okay,” he replies awkwardly, looking anywhere but in your eyes.

You kiss him on his squished-in lips and to your surprise, he accepts the kiss without any cheeky remarks. You swap spit, taking your tongue out on occassion to lick his lips and tongue in circles. Nasty, sloppy kissing is your favorite. You release his face from your grasp so that he can move freely.

He sighs, looking down at his throbbing bulge through his pants. “Look at what you’ve done to me. I guess you were gonna get that quality time out of me one way or the other. But this… this just isn’t fair.”

You unbutton his pants, pulling his dick out of his boxers to relieve him. His pink tip is sopping with pre-cum and your mouth waters at the sight. He tenses up in his position, fingers tightening around his boney knees.

“Relax,” you tell him soothingly, kissing his tip with wet lips. You lick the oozing pre-cum off and then wrap a hand around his shaft, using it to rub your clit in circles.

He throws his head back again, groaning deeply. You suck him up for a few minutes, stopping in a decent enough time to postpone his nut.

Dick still incredibly hard, you situate yourself onto L’s lap, his wood slipping inside of you most satisfyingly.

“Mmmm — fuck yeah,” you squeal, letting the full feeling of him slowly enter you sink in. You instantly warm up at the intimacy.

He pulls you a bit closer, wrapping his hands around your waist, thumbs caressing your ribs. “I know I’m pretty cold. Sorry about that,” he apologizes, using feathery strokes with his fingernails against your sides.

“It’s okay, it feels nice,” you reply honestly. Now that you’ve become hot and aroused, the coolness his body provides is refreshing to you; like a cold glass of ice water.

You pull him by his shoulders, tilting your head into the crook of his soft neck to make out with it as you start to ride him carefully.

He bites his bottom lip to conceal his sounds. You hear him fighting to quiet down his whimpers and pants, an occasional sound escaping into your ear anyways.

“Shit, you’re so fucking deep.” You graze his ear between your teeth, using your hips to deepen and quicken your skillful riding.

He kisses you as you continue to thrust against him, fully in control of everything now. You like that he lets you take charge sometimes; no toxic masculinity, complete acceptance, and vulnerability. Crying and whimpering in your ear like a needy and helpless man; now that — that is your weakness.

You tangle your fingers into his hair, intensifying the kiss with the control you have over the direction in which his head goes.

He pulls back, looking at you with half-open eyes. “I’m gonna…I’m about to cum.”

You kiss his forehead messily, closing your eyes tight in deep focus. Your final thrusts are aggressive and desperate, the taste of your orgasm nothing short of delectable. The chair squeaks loudly with all the movement going on. You shudder, yanking his head back frantically as you cum on him. He cums right there with you, his face beaming gorgeously with a deep red against his translucent complexion.

The two of you catch your breath’s, gathering yourselves just enough to come back down to Earth.

L sigh’s, turning his head to examine his bowl of melted ice cream. “Guess I should drink that now.”

I love Death Note so much. L has got to be my favorite character like.... Fucking ever. And this was hard to write tbh. L doesn't seem overly sexual at all, so I had to get creative with this one. I love submissive men. They're so hot. - Ash <3

Nijiro looks so cute I feel like there’s a sub side to him idk might just be me tho. Anywayssss could you pretty please do a sub whiny nijiro and soft dom reader.

Hmmm I see what you mean lol. He is giving off a submissive aura 🤔 this’ll be fun. I’ll have it up for ya soon enough! — Ash <3

Imagine/Scenario — Nijiro Murakami

This was requested! I hope you like it hun. <3

1. When he’s interested in someone:

NIjiro is charismatically coy; he’s a little awkward when he has a crush on a person, but it’s endearing and flattering. The person can see that he’s trying and is complimented by that. Nijiro is a quiet freak — he wouldn’t dare to be outwardly sexual right away. He’s very respectful and knows how to control himself/respect boundaries. But don’t get it twisted; he’s already picturing all the things he’ll wanna do to please his crush. After all, it is human nature to do so. Except once he’s gotten to that stage with his person of interest, he’s gonna do everything he promised/fantasized about like a pro. As for who makes a move first, Nijiro will be a little calculated and specific. He’ll drop hints and compliments, making every excuse to talk to or be around that person without coming off as clingy or creepy. To put it simply, he’ll play it by ear to not scare them away. If the person is sorta shy as well, he’ll eventually make a gentle but genuine pass. If they’re a bit more outgoing, he’s okay with waiting it out some more before saying something that directly expresses his infatuation/interest.

2. As a boyfriend:

When it comes to Nijiro as a boyfriend, overall it is an enjoyable, sweet, and intimate experience. No relationship is flawless as most people know, but he will always make a conscious effort. He’ll have his faults and he’ll make mistakes, but he is also the type to communicate, apologize, and never make the same mistake twice. Not to mention how serious he is about his apologies. If he hurts them or does something that isn’t all that great, their hurt will affect him. In regards to his personality, his shyness will begin to wear off and his goofy, playful, and touchy side will show. He’s a jokester and loves spending time with his partner. As goofy and silly as he is, he’s super calm and patient, too. He rarely ever raises his voice, but he’s not a pushover though. He’s a good communicator, so if he needs to get stern with them or be assertive he has no problem with that. No need to yell; his partner will hear every point he needs to make clearly and precisely. His actions most certainly display his affection for them. He’s a “say-er” and a “do-er.” When he says he loves them, he shows it with kisses, gifts, dates, massages, good conversation, and reassurance.

3. Nijiro in bed:

In bed, Nijiro isn’t as vanilla as one would assume from that sweet and innocent face of his. Don’t get me wrong — he’s gentle and patient during sex, but once speed is gained and heat is hotter and hotter, he’ll become passionate and immersed in his lover. He’ll easily leave them wondering how the hell he managed to do what he did to them in such a gracefully executed manner. He enjoys the build-up to the more messy and unpredictable sex, as foreplay is vital to him. Being present and not rushing is also everything to him. He’s a very good and proud pleaser; a giver. So, in terms of him being good or not, he goes beyond that. He makes it his job to listen to his lover's body, sounds, and requests — everything. Him being good is an understatement. His favorite positions are the ones where he can see the face of his partner: missionary, them on top riding him, from the side while making out, table-top, etc. He gets off on watching their face as they get each other off. Watching their face also helps him to know what more to do and what not to do. The pace he prefers is slow and steady. He doesn’t rush his love-making. He will go slow at first to get his partner riled up and to feel every bit of the exchange, going faster once he sees he’s successfully found the perfect spot to strike over and over again. For his kinks, he’ll have a couple of them. Based on his personality, he gets off on pleasing. Watching them cum because of him is a trade of pleasure by itself. He might also be into bondage, crumbling with excitement at the sight of tying them up as he eats them out, fingers them, fucks them, or caresses/massages them. He’ll get an intense kick out of watching them struggle, unable to move their hands or legs and feet, grab the sheets, or anything. They’ll have to take everything that happens without a fuss.

Gosssshshhh he’s so pretty. I couldn’t stop staring at these pictures of him like omg. I can def. see him being like this as a boyfriend. He gives off angel energy chile mmmm. Yummy. I just wanna get down on my knees and suck him off in that seat he’s sitting in in the photo above. 😩😩😩😩😩 — Ash <3