Headcanon/Scenario

Headcanon/Scenario

How the gorgeous men of AIB would react to walking in on you playing with yourself. 🙈

1. Chishiya:

Chishiya will return home from work earlier than expected. He’ll smirk to himself, hearing your hushed whimpers and moans outside the bedroom door, already aware of what's going on. When the door opens, you’ll be taken aback by his early arrival. His face will glow with amusement at your reaction and he’ll just simply tell you to carry on, leaning against the door to watch you cum.

2. Arisu:

Waking up from a nap on the downstairs couch, Arisu will come to the bedroom in hopes to cuddle up with you. Practically sleep-walking, he doesn’t end up hearing your moans at first. He’ll open the door and freeze in his place, only the lamp light on in the room, but providing enough light for him to know what’s happening. He’ll blush aggressively, turning away. “I’ll come back when you’ve finished,” he’ll awkwardly say, closing the door with the quickness.

3. Aguni:

Aguni will return home from his afternoon run, grabbing bottled water from the fridge, throat drier than a desert. Sweaty and sticky, he’ll be deeply in need of a shower. So, he’ll head to your shared room where you’ll already be. Little does he know, you’re already in the shower, using the detachable shower head to pleasure yourself. You would be at the height of your climax when Aguni walks in. There’s a delighted and lustful grin on his face. “Mmm,” he’ll growl, removing his shirt in one clean movement. “How about a round two?”

4. Niragi:

Currently on the game taking his frustrations out on it, Niragi will remove his noise-canceling headphones to take a break. His ears will immediately be blessed with your pretty sounds and he’ll come blazing into the bedroom, licking his lips at the sight of you pushing the penis-shaped toy deep into your wetness. He won’t be able to take his eyes off of you, walking up to you to remove the toy out of you and onto the floor. He’ll replace it with his fingers and tongue, using his piercing to assault and devour your clit and pussy. “Throw those fucking toys out…you don’t need them.”

OOOOOOO chile, I don’t know which is my favorite. But if I have to pick…Imma go with Niragis(I FEEL SO GUILTY CUZ HE IS EVIL). It’s just something about that mouth of his that…does it for me. Ooo wee. Which is your favorite? Leave me some requests! Message me! Do whatever children. Live free. I’m super interested in what yall would like me to write. <3 — Ash

If you’re sick, I’m sick

Chishiya ✨IMAGINE✨

Hola everyone! I’m coming back to Tumblr with a bang <3 This is a little fluffy, cutesy, sweet imagine I wrote that I just find so adorable and a breath of fresh air. Because as much as I love me some smut and erotic imagines, I love the fluffy and light ones just as much. Variety, ya know?

⭐️SUMMARY: Shuntaro Chishiya is sick with a common cold and has no one to look after him…except you, that is. After practically telling you he doesn’t want you coming over in worry you’ll also contract the cold, you remain stubborn — ignoring his order and coming over anyway.

“Alright. Fine.” Chishiya sighs deeply over the phone, finally caving into your persistent begging. “But if you get sick that’s on you.”

It takes everything in you to not reveal the excitement in your voice when he says this. He’s currently not feeling well with a cold, insisting you stay put at home today. As hardheaded as you are, you can’t even fathom why he thought that would work.

“I’ll be there in twenty.”

You approach his front doorstep, the cold medicine and okayu you made for him in hand. Right as you’re about to ring the doorbell, the door opens, revealing a small framed, baby-faced man. He’s wearing a dark purple long sleeve shirt and light grey sweatpants. Whilst analyzing his outfit, you look down to see he’s sporting some fuzzy socks. Cute.

Walking inside, you hand Chishiya the okayu and cold medicine before taking your shoes off at the door and putting them into the glass organizer that he has there.

He sets the bag down onto his dining room table and walks back over to the sofa, slouching down lazily into it. You could almost laugh at how small he looks in comparison to the sofa. Almost everything he does is cute to you. He really doesn’t even have to try.

You walk into the dining room, removing the okayu from the bag, taking it to the kitchen to heat up.

“You dyed your hair back black?” You ask him, only just now taking notice of the change. You honestly prefer him in his naturally black hair — it favors his features better.

He nods, now laid all the way down flat onto the couch, arms crossed and tucked comfortably. “Yeah. Got a little sick of the platinum.”

Smiling, you blush at his voice, something about the tired, raspiness of it giving you butterflies. A couple minutes pass and the okayu is nice and hot by the time you take it out the warmer. You grab him a spoon and head towards the sofa.

“Scooch over so I can sit down, Chishiya,” you say, slightly annoyed that he’s taken up all room on the sofa. Where will you sit with him hogging up the whole space?

He looks from the television to you and shrugs suggestively. “Just sit down, y/n.”

Squinting in confusion, your eyes widen and you blush when you comprehend what he means.

“Okay…” You crawl on top of his relaxed and laid out body, your legs on either side of his pelvis. The warmth feels nice as you situate your body into the intimate position. You get shy realizing you’re practically sitting on his dick through your clothes, but try to ignore it as you get the okayu ready to feed to him.

“Here,” you tell him, bringing the spoon up to his mouth as you cup his chin.

Quirking up an eyebrow but asking no questions, he opens his mouth obediently and takes the porridge in. You watch, a bit too excited as he chews it with no fuss.

“Thanks,” he says, smirking as you wipe some remaining porridge from his lips with your thumb. You nod, blowing on another spoon full and feeding it to him like a caring nurse. You and Chishiya are very close friends — no labels yet. No boyfriend this or girlfriend that. But the two of you definitely have chemistry: a peck on the cheek here, hugging and maybe even a little cuddling sometimes. Although he’s rarely overly touchy with anyone.

But seeing him like this — sick with a cold, dark circles, black hair, and extremely kissable pink lips and his husky, raspy voice — all of it is making you feel things inside. Not to mention, sitting on top of him like this isn’t helping in soothing that feeling.

Almost as though he’s reading your mind, he takes the bowl of porridge from your hands and places it on the table by the sofa. You look at him in wonderment and roll your eyes. He brings his hands to your cheeks and squishes them as he looks at you in amusement. You blink slowly, feeling as though your stomach is going to burst from all the tingling.

Without thinking too much about it, you tell him in a hushed tone that you want to kiss him and what he responds with takes you by surprise.

“You don’t need my permission for that.” With that, he brings your face toward him gently and pecks you on the lips first, a light and friendly kiss. Not even a second after that, he deepens the kiss, his mouth and tongue warm and soft. You bite his lower lip tenderly and arch your back when his hands come down to rub your sides and back affectionately.

Some minutes pass by, then an hour of passionate and loving making out. A random thought pops into your mind:

“I’m definitely gonna get sick now,” you tell him, chuckling. But you don’t care. This is way too worth it. “If you’re sick, I’m sick I guess.”

He heaves out a laugh, his arms snuggled securely around your waist. “I mean, hey… that’s the chance you took, huh? Spending your Saturday afternoon with a sick dude.”

You extend your body out on top of him, wrapping your arm around his small frame. “What can I say? I like taking care of you in this vulnerable state. The making out is just a bonus.”

Omg. This is too cute guys. I don’t know what it is about taking care of a cute, sick guy that sounds so ideal but it just does. And honestly I picture Chishiya being just like this, ya know? No against it at all. Kind of a passive acceptance of someone wanting to baby him and take care of him. 🤍 (ALSO LOOKIE AT THE PICTURE OF HIM ABOVE!!!! HES SO FUCKING CUTE YALL I CANT)

He’s so pretty tbh.

So pretty

Classy simple hair

Daniel F. Gerhartz // Portrait in Grays by Suchrita Bhosle // Call My Name by Melissa Febos // Boscoe Holder // A Temple of The Holy Ghost by Flannery O’Connor // From The Inside Quietly by Eloise Amezcua // Southern Belle by Alexander Brook

This is honestly way too true, except I wanna fuck Chishiya AND let him break my heart chile lol. Arisu is 1000% hubby material 🥺