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ren kaji x idol!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whatever.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fucking disgusting.

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

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

He’s sure of it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Th-Thank you for your support!”

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strawberry spit. [kaji]

kaji had been hooking you onto his taste for a long time — far before you’d ever even entertained the idea of swallowing it straight from the source.

a/n: um okay this came out with a lot more sexuality/suggestiveness than i originally mentally drafted it with… but i will not apologize. kaji brainrot go brrrrrr

wc: 1.1k

c/w: fem!reader, perv!kaji (in a way), allusions to a corruption kink, allusions to a spit kink, very suggestive/sexual in nature but more so in the form of dirty thoughts/fantasies, naive!reader, clueless!reader, allusions to a dom!kaji (i think?), mdni pls (no sex but still very adult themes within)

from day one, you had dubbed kaji as your ‘designated sugar dealer.’

kaji didn’t mind the moniker, as it wasn’t much of a lie; he’d never had any issues with handing you a sucker when you pranced up to him and asked. you were cute, bubbly, naive, innocent and somewhat air-headed at times — but it was endearing, and for the most part, it filled kaji with the insane urge to simply protect you and treat you softly.

you seemed to have that affect on everyone around you, including the insanely volatile, notoriously gruff sakura.

it had never breached beyond anything simply innocent — sharing with you was just second nature, a habit he fell into easily. handing you suckers or letting you use his headphones for a short period of time wasn’t uncommon.

but those innocent, platonic intentions towards you changed drastically on that day, when the two of you had visited that small, hole in the wall boba place. you’d gotten yourself some sort of vanilla tea, while kaji had immediately gravitated to the strawberry option.

but you’d gotten curious, and, more than likely encouraged by his seeming acceptance and pardoning of sharing with you, reached out and took his drink from him after he’d sucked down a generous amount.

“I wanna try yours, kaji!” you’d said, bringing the drink up to your mouth and placing the straw between your lips.

something within kaji had twisted and deformed the moment he saw your pretty lips wrap around the straw — the straw that had been between his just previously; kaji was floored as he watched you pull a long drink from the tea, completely unaffected by the notion of germs or anything else within those same boundaries, as if you truly didn’t mind that you were ingesting the traces of his own spit as well as the contents within the cup.

and, as nothing more than a mere man, kaji’s brain began to go places — venturing into strange, foreign territory that had been completely obscured from his vision until then, stumbling down a twisted spiral at breakneck speed.

kaji began to wonder how deeply rooted this indifference of yours was — if he were to kiss you, would you open your lips willingly and let him shove his tongue inside your hot, wet mouth? would you give him permission to utterly dominate it, to use the muscle to sloppily map out the terrain of the crevice until there wasn’t a single centimeter that was unfamiliar to him? would you whimper and moan happily as you drowned in his saliva, eyes growing hazy in tandem with the flush on your cheeks as you chased the taste of him?

if he were to tell you to open wide, would you do so and gratefully swallow down the spit he slowly trickled into your mouth from his own?

kaji felt absolutely depraved, completely unable to shake the deviant fantasies burrowing into the hollow of his skull — and utterly helpless but to chase a semblance of those fantasies when the chance presented itself.

on that warm evening you were completely clueless to the sheer perverse nature of his intentions when you approached him for a spare sucker, only for him to smoothly lie that the one in his mouth was the last one; the weight of his jacket pocket seemed to become almost unbearable as your face fell, those cute features of yours colored with such a pretty shade of disappointment.

and, oh, wasn’t it a sign of sheer depravity that kaji gleaned a sliver of arousal from that?

excited tingles traveled across and beneath kaji’s skin as he slipped the sucker from his mouth — a clear sheen of his saliva coated the dull pink ball, and his heart rate tripled as he held it out to you. he didn’t know for sure if this would work, but that completely degenerate part of him wanted it to. that part of kaji wanted to see you eagerly accept the offering and pop it into your own mouth, sucking it clean of his spit and permanently ingesting a part of him within your body. the mere thought of his had his crotch stirring.

“you can have this one.” kaji said, vocal chords working overtime to keep his excitement from bleeding through into his tone. your eyes widened slightly and flicked between him and the outstretched sucker, almost as if in disbelief.

“are you sure, kaji? I don’t want to take it if it’s your last one.”

kaji’s lips almost pulled into a smirk — the only qualm you genuinely had with it was the (assumed) result of kaji losing his ‘last sucker’, with not a single atom of your body at unease with the idea that it had just been in his mouth and was covered in his spit.

“‘s fine. I’ll pick up some more on patrol.”

had kaji not been so consumed by his own depravity, he may have been disgusted with himself for possessing the ability to lie so believably to you while not harboring a single shred of guilt about it — but you were just so gullible and pure that it was simply easy to do so; and somewhat of a rush, too.

uncertainty flashed within your eyes for a brief moment, but your sweet tooth won out and you reached your hand out anyway — your fingers skimmed his as you plucked the sucker from them, and kaji watched, enraptured, as you brought the sucker to your lips and pushed it past the seam. kaji caught the glimmer of his spit against your plump bottom lip, and, ooooh, you were sucking on it so happily, swallowing down remnants of him with a soft, pleased hum in your throat.

god, he wanted to ruin you.

you plucked the sucker out from between your lips and smiled widely at him, “mmm, strawberry! it’s one of my favorite flavors.”

kaji’s brain nearly short-circuited, but booted itself back before you could notice. but it had been permanently rewired from that point, with a sole focus of achieving a long term goal — getting you hooked onto his taste slowly but surely.

and he did so by casually sharing his suckers with you. you made this so easy, as you had no disinclination towards to accepting one straight from his mouth — even when he had taken a step further and the two of you melted down a single sucker with both of your mouths.

every time kaji was ‘kind’ and ‘generous’ with you, he was truly corrupting you — giving you copious samples of his flavored spit, by driving the flavor of strawberry so deeply into your tastebuds it became a permanent aftertaste; one that you would only be able to associate with him.

and he’d continue to do it until the day you decided you simply couldn’t take it anymore and chased after that taste straight from his mouth, jonesing after it like an addict — then kaji could say he truly was your designated sugar dealer.

dont @ me this JUST FITS HIM OKAY.

P3: Reader is Kaji’s Wallpaper

TW: fluff and angst with happy ending, suggestive

Synopsis: Reader and Kaji have finally returned to their old routines after Kaji's time in the hospital, and it’s been great, but Kaji is emotionally constipated and not great with words, so you have been feeling self conscious lately. Tsubaki counsels you about your feelings. Kaji shows you how he feels.

This is the 3rd and final part in my series Timid Reader x Ren Kaji ! If you liked it then check out the one shots connected to this series on my master list, and thank you for reading! ( Part 1 )

It’s been several months since Kaji went to the hospital - he was discharged in under two weeks since they were worried about internal injuries. Kaji was clear with the staff that they weren’t allowed to tell you until he was better or until he was bad off enough that he had to tell you. They obliged, regardless of ethical codes dictating they couldn’t go against his wishes, they were also too afraid of him not to do as he said anyway. It’s not that he enjoyed hiding it from you, but he wouldn’t be able to handle your pitifully sad eyes when you inevitably blamed yourself for it. 

He was immensely relieved the day the doctor came in with his most recent scan to notify him that he was out of the woods. Finally, he was able to tell you the truth, and as he did he apologized the whole way. The hospital staff who had watched this gruff guy who had scared the daylights out of them, was holding your hand dearly as he genuinely apologized for hiding something like that from you. Giggling despite the situation, you happily forgave him all the while telling him that you understood why, but you would prefer he leaned on you a bit more next time - promising him that you weren’t that weak. A rare chuckle fell from his lips as he scoffed at you, but he still affirmed that you were right. 

The two of you were just happy to get back to your normal routines of sharing playlists, sweets runs, coffee dates and walks around Furin. It seemed like everything was finally good, except one nagging feeling deep in your gut.

It was about 7:30p on a Friday, and several Furin members were gathered at Pothos for an end of the week get together over omelet rice and coffee. In the time that you’ve known Kaji, and the rest of Furin, you’ve grown closest to Tsubaki and Kotoha. Proven by the fact that you were huddled in a corner booth excitedly chatting with Tsubaki about new fashion and hair trends, Kotoha jumping in here and there with her take. Kaji is sitting with his seconds and some other Tamon team members across the cafe as they discuss new team movements around Furin. Occasionally, he’ll throw a glance your way to ‘check’ on you, but really he just loves seeing how comfortable you are with his people and how openly you can smile around them. His eyes linger on your smile for a moment too long as Kusumi gently taps his shoulder to bring his attention back to whatever Nirei was saying. 

As the conversation about Tsubaki’s next hairstyle choice dies off, a comfortable silence falls as you sip on your coffee, and the red and black haired King decides it's the perfect time to ask about you.

“So… How is dating that one?” Tsubaki asks while wriggling his brows and throwing a glance over to an unsuspecting Kaji still absorbed in whatever Nirei was going on about. 

“It’s good.” The words come out short through a tight smile as you give him a nod. Tsubaki narrows his eyes at you suspiciously.

”Explain.” He says, well, more commands in a low, serious tone. At first you try to avert your gaze to the tabletop, but Tsubaki’s stare was too intense to look away from.

”It’s nothing, really.” You respond with a better fake smile this time while waving your hands in front of you as if to say ‘it’s no big deal!’

”Y/N. He isn’t treating you badly is he?” He asks, growing ever more serious with darkened eyes and emitting a protective aura. Though your heart fills a little at Tsubaki’s blatant Mama Bearness - your eyes just grow impossibly wide as you shake your head ‘no’ vehemently.

”God no! He’s really, really great, respectful, and kind… I just…” Trailing off as you check to make sure Kaji is still out of earshot. “I know he likes me, and enjoys my company and all, but I’m afraid he’s not…” Tsubaki leans closer, holding his breath with anticipation ,”attracted to me.” Finishing in a small voice as you cast your gaze downward now, unable to meet his gaze any longer. Suddenly, everyone else in the cafe is snapped out of their conversations by Tsubaki howling with laughter next to you - almost toppling out of the booth if you hadn’t lunged forward, wide eyed, to quickly pull him back in.

”Care to share with the class?” Umemiya asks with an amused smirk, seated at the table next to Kaji’s. You turn beet red, as you shake your head even harder than before. Turning to Tsubaki for help, but he’s still stifling his rowdy laughter and gripping the table for stability.

“N-no, bahaha! No, we’re go-ood, ha!” Tsubaki stutters out between guffaws. They all stare at you and Tsubaki with curious and concerned faces - Kaji more so than everyone else - except Umemiya and Hiragi who just looked incredibly amused, knowing they’ll get the full story later.

”Tsubaki, please.” Whispering desperately as you lean your forehead into the sleeve of his jacket, unable to stand all the attention.

”Sorry, sorry,” Tsubaki apologizes genuinely, despite his shit eating grin. Once everyone’s attention seemed to return to their conversations, Tsubaki leaned close to you again with a knowing smirk.

”I’m really sorry for laughing - I just thought you were gonna say something else entirely,” he said with a relieved smile and shake of his head. “Anyway, as for your worries, look at the photo he set as his wallpaper. Both of them. I think you’ll know how attracted he is to you then.” He instructed you with a knowing chuckle. Despite his confidence, you still feel racked with nerves as the end of the night approaches.

When you bid your goodbyes to everyone, Tsubaki made sure to throw you a wink and you internally grimaced as the embarrassment from all the attention earlier began bubbling back up. ’It’ll be fine!’ He mouths to you with two thumbs up, obviously in front of everyone, who cock their heads at you in turn. Tsubaki, realizing what he did, smiles sheepishly at you, and you don't know if Tsubaki embarrassed himself on purpose to make you feel better, but it worked regardless. ‘Thank you!’ you mouth back with a grin and a hand heart. With that, everyone went their separate ways.

“What was that all about?” Kaji stops walking, and asks with a quirk of his brow in your direction as the two of you made the short walk back to your house.

”Oh, um, well…” You start to speak and then trail off. Knowing your boyfriend hates when people aren’t honest or beat around the bush with their words, you sigh, knowing you had to come clean. “Tsubaki asked if we were doing okay, and I said we were…” Kaji’s eyes immediately show the anxiety of where this conversation is headed. “It’s not that, I promise! Tsubaki thought I wasn’t being honest because you weren’t treating me well, but when I told him the real reason - that’s what made him laugh so loud.” Explaining quickly, you want nothing more than to dissipate any fear he may have.

”Okay… so what were you two talking about then?” He asks with an apprehensive lilt to his voice, and gestures with his hand for you to continue. Those intense slate blue eyes bore into your own as he anxiously awaits your response.

”I told him that I’ve been feeling really self-conscious lately, because you’ve never really told me outright that you find me attractive - which is fine by the way! I’m not vain enough to want to be called pretty all of the time or anything. Also, you don’t really try to touch me… and that’s okay too! It just makes me kind of wonder if you don’t find me attractive, or don’t want to… touch me…” The words tumble quickly from your lips only to trail off softly as you meet his gaze. He’s staring down at you with a flabbergasted expression, one that you mistake as anger.

“Ts-Tsubaki suggested I look at your phone background, be-because he said then I would know how attracted you are to me. Bu-but I just can’t ask that of you though - it feels like I’m disrespecting your priva-” Before the words could fully leave your lips, Kaji had pulled out his phone and put it in front of your face.

”No problem.” He breathed out  - as if he had rushed to pull out his phone - and made the lock screen light up. Kaji knew he had a hard time with words, and an even harder time with comforting others, so he silently prayed that Tsubaki was right - this would convince you how he felt. Your eyes lit up like a child’s - the same way they did in the photo on his lock screen. 

The picture was taken during the morning, because the light was soft and mist hung in the air. Your hair was illuminated by the morning rays of light, and behind you soft tones of pink, orange and purple reflected on the canal. With your arms clasped behind your back, and your head tilted back slightly so your face is turned towards the sky. Soft locks of your hair rippled down your back and out of your face, so it looked like the morning light was caressing the slope of your cheekbones. Pink rays tinted your plump lips, parted slightly, so your breath mingled with the mist. Soft rays of light reached down from the heavens above it seemed just to reflect the wonder in your eyes. A beautiful, Blushing Phantom butterfly fluttered through the morning mist, right into your face. You had let out a squeak when it happened, which caught Kaji’s attention - something he would forever be grateful for. He was an enthralled audience of one as he silently pulled out his phone as it had fluttered closer, then fluttered away, and then closer to your face again before slowly landing on your nose and spreading its wings. You stood stiller than a statue, careful not to scare it, so you didn’t notice when Kaji took the photo. 

Actually, you had been so enraptured by the winged creature, that when the delicate ivory and blushing pink butterfly took off beyond you - you had spun so quickly on your heel to watch it go. Kaji had captured his Home Screen background then, which after a moment he unlocked his phone to show you. Swiping the app icons out of the way, he reveals a professional level photo of you backlit with the morning rays and the same canal background. This time, your arms swayed around your spinning form, with your skirt still whipped up by the movement. Rippling locks still mid spin around you, and an innocent smile filled with as much wanderlust and amazement as the first time a child learns what a butterfly is. When the ethereal insect had disappeared from your sight, you had turned to see Kaji staring at you with an amused face, but internally he was fighting what he soon found out to be called “cuteness aggression”. 

”I really love butterflies.” You had admitted with a sheepish grin. Kaji’s face broke as he couldn't help but smile as a laugh puffed past his lips. In the moment, he brought a hand up to cover his smile, and to ease the rising need he had felt in his chest to scoop you up and cover you with kisses right then and there - he sufficed with taking your hand. He held onto you tightly all the way to school that day. When he picked you up later that afternoon, you found him standing by the gates smiling absentmindedly down at his phone, but you never knew why until now.

Kaji slowly lowers his phone to see your eyes wider than ever, and your lips slightly parted from shock. God you’re so cute, I just want to kiss you! He fights the urge as he waits for you to say something.

”I-Is that how you see me?” Your voice was so small, but the desperate hope you were feeling bled right through, and Kaji nods without missing a beat.

”All of the time - ever since I first saw you.” He states earnestly, and a tear falls from where it’s been brimming in your eye, but you giggle as you sniffle and wipe the tear away. Kaji’s eyebrows raise slightly, hoping you’ll tell him what’s so funny.

”Tsubaki was right. That did convince me.” You giggle louder as you beamed up at him with adoring eyes.

”Thank God for Tsubaki.” He whispers as he rubs the back of his neck and sighs in relief. As he did, it dawned on him then that there was a second part to your worries. A deep well of guilt rises in his chest as he starts wondering how long this has been bothering you - how long have you thought he didn’t want to touch you? His eyes scan over your smaller former and the smile still persistently tugging at the corners of your mouth. Terrible thoughts flash through his mind - have some of your smiles been forced? Has he been making you feel as if you’re not good enough? The questions that shatter his heart to pieces finally form at the front his mind - If you felt this way for the entirety of your relationship, then how do you not hate him? How can you even stand him after he’s made you feel that way? 

As you start to turn with an unsuspecting smile on your face, continuing towards your house, suddenly Kaji feels that feeling again. The need washes over him to grab you, squeeze you, snuggle into you… and he didn’t feel like fighting it anymore. In one swift motion, Kaji crushes you against him and you let out that adorable squeak as he presses your back to the wall on your right.

”K-Kaji?” Laughing out his name, but your eyebrows crease a little. “What are you doing…?” You ask, tilting your head, still giggling softly. Burying his face into the crook of your neck, Kaji remains quiet for a long moment, and you don’t try to fill the silence - waiting for him to instead. He inhales your sweet scent before exhaling a long breath, and then prepares the words he’s struggled to say, and that you deserve to hear.

”I want to be affectionate towards you, but I don’t know how sometimes..." He begins slowly, unsure of himself. "When we first met you were being attacked, so I never wanted to do anything that reminds you of that, or leave you feeling that I could or would treat you like that…" Uttering the words in a shame filled voice, and then he sighs out miserably. "I just really don’t wanna mess this up, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to touch you, and it certainly doesn’t mean that I’m not attracted to you. I am. Believe me - I am.” Kaji is uncharacteristically talkative as he spills his guts into the soft skin of your throat, and you silently drink in every word. He goes on to surprise you with even more.

”I want to touch you all of the time, every second of every day. Since the moment you texted me at that concert…" He muses as he remembers wanting so badly to kiss your forehead. "I’ve had to physically resist the urge to have my hands on you with every breath I take.” He’s shuddering now, breathing unevenly as he pulls away from your neck to stare you down with molten eyes.

“It hurts Y/N.” A panged whisper leaves him as he dips his lips closer to yours, and you breathe in his shaky exhale. “I want to touch you so badly it hurts.” He repeats in a strained tone you’ve only heard him use when he’s badly injured as he presses his forehead gently to yours.

“But I just don’t want to hurt you. God, I would start hating myself again if I ever did…” He whispers miserably, and your eyes widen slightly at his admission. During your time dating Kaji, he’s mentioned his hatred of himself to you - briefly - but he’s never mentioned that he stopped hating himself at any point. 

“I wouldn’t hurt you, I swear I wouldn’t…” He whispered desperately, a breath away from your lips now as tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he held himself back with the ragged tether still in place deep inside of himself.

“... Just, please, let me feel you.” Begging against your mouth so sweetly, the taste of peach Chupa Chup clings to his breath and washes over your tastebuds, as he caresses your cheek with his thumb oh so lovingly.

”Yes.” Is all you can utter as you nod vehemently at him, but he doesn’t move , not certain he can trust himself yet. “You would never hurt me, Kaji. I’ve never thought for a second that you would… so please kiss me, touch me, feel me.” Begging desperately right back and letting your lips finally brush his ever so slightly. Still he holds tight to the tether, body shaking with uneven breaths as his lips begin to tremble with anticipation. “Touch me Kaji, you’re the only one who can, because I’m yours…” As the confession leaves your lips and enters his - like a soft breeze rustling the branches in a tree - Kaji’s tether finally snaps. 

Surging forward, he envelops your mouth with his and kisses you hungrily. At first, he just enjoys the feeling of your plump, soft lips on his, but as a gasping breath parts your lips he pounces on the opportunity. Sliding his tongue eagerly inside, relishing in tasting the peppermint gum you had been chewing on the way here and how it compliments the sweet peach Chupa Chup on his tongue so well. Using his wet muscle to set about mapping out your mouth - caressing your tongue and flicking the tip of it with his, before placing kitten licks to the inside of your lips. All the while he’s pulling the most scandalous wanton whines from deep in your core.

When he expertly parts your legs and presses the top of his strong thigh to your throbbing core - you part the kiss with a whiney moan as you fist the front of his hoodie and drop your forehead to his chest, blushing up to your ears.

”Ka-Kaji…” You whisper shakily, and he almost pulls away out of fear that he took it too far, until you continue in a small pleading voice. “I-I can’t be quiet when you touch me like that… Can you take me home please?” The murmur is soft to his ears, even though his anxiety that this is too much for you and that you just need to go home rears its ugly head and he starts to pull away, but you quell his nerves quickly as you flash him an embarrassed smile.“Do you think you could get away with spending the next few hours at my house?” Offering him the invitation with a mischievous look as you peer up at him through thick lashes. All Kaji can do is release a shuddering breath in relief as he nods before placing a firm palm on your lower back and quickly leading you to your house… and back onto his thigh.

***********************The Next Morning*****************************

The next day, Kaji goes out of his way to hold your hand on the way to school and even kisses your cheek before you head to class. You're left blushing and sputtering for the rest of the morning. Both of you were so absorbed with the evolution in your relationship, that neither of you noticed Kaji left his headphones on your bedside table last night. It only occurred to you that he wasn't wearing them this morning when you receive a text from Kusumi.

Kusumi: Hey, is Kaji okay? He doesn't have his headphones with him today, but is weirdly really calm about it??

Kusumi: Like I don't think he's noticed at all...

Your heart palpitates for a moment before you're able to recover your composure. Hana - who is peering not so stealthily over your shoulder - burst into giggles as she pieces things together.

Y/N: No idea! I'll bring them to him around lunch though!

Kusumi thought it was weird that you had Kaji's headphones, but thought nothing else of it. Until you showed up around lunch and surprised him with a small bag of suckers and his headphones. His white haired captain barely registers his two most prized possessions (prior to meeting you) as he chooses to bend down and kiss your forehead before rumbling a 'thank you' sweetly into your bangs. It was odd to see Kaji so openly physically affection.

When you turn about three shades darker from blushing up to your ears, and Kaji responds by smiling down at you adoringly Kusumi started to think maybe the two of you had a nice time after Pothos last night. Once he sees the dark glint in his captain's eye though, that's when he realizes the two of you had a really nice time last night.

Kaji doesn't mind attending any parties with you, especially when you get all dressed up for him. But he'll admit, the remote controlled vibe that's currently stuffed inside your panties makes them slightly more bearable. The only problem this time? Togame Jou finds out.

Don't judge my weird choices in threesome pairings, it could happen okay!!

Pairing: Kaji Ren x Togame Jou x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, dubcon (reader doesn't mind but consent is never explicitly stated/asked), public setting, implied intoxication, remote controlled vibrators, sharing control of the vibrator, dirty thoughts.

Word Count: 4.2k.

It wasn’t really that Kaji hated parties per se. He enjoyed being around rowdy people as they enjoyed themselves, it made him feel part of the action. But on nights like these when you’d taken the time to make yourself extra pretty, wearing a cute short dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. Kaji, without a doubt, would much rather be at home bending you over the nearest surface. And in an ideal world more than once—

Of course, Tsubaki’s annual birthday party was an engagement that neither of you could get out of (not that you would’ve ever wanted to when you were his best friend), so Kaji wouldn’t even bother to try—knowing all too well that Hiragi would probably chastise him for missing it, just as much as you would. 

But he had something at least, his phone clasped firm in his hand as he slumped back on a couch in the corner. His thumb smoothing against the screen as he made the pink line swish against it, sucker positioned between his teeth and gum as he watched your reaction. Your hand reached out to grasp Tsubaki’s arm as you stumbled from foot to foot, thighs clenched together as the pair of you giggled afterwards. Kaji wasn't sure who was more drunk as Tsubaki wobbled in those high heeled boots, both of you barely able to stand as his lips pressed against the side of your face to try and whisper into your ear as he left a line of crimson in their wake.

You turned to shoot Kaji a look from across the room as you gave him an adorable pout, your nose scrunched in irritation as your cup of alcohol had almost spilt to the floor. The corner of Kaji’s lip curled in the slightest hint of a smirk as he took pity on you and moved the line back down towards the bottom of the screen, noticing the relived look on your features as you turned your attention back to the elaborate story Umemiya was apparently telling. His cup held high in the air as liquid sloshed around, Kaji was able to get the tail end of it over the loud thrum of bass as he talked about his prized tomatoes. 

It had been a little over an hour since Kaji had bent you over the back of the couch before you’d both left for this party. Pulling your panties to the side as he licked the tip of the small pink bullet that he prepared to place inside you, his thumb spreading your folds as he leaned back to see your tight little hole peering back at him as he teased the tip of silicone against it. Watching you writhe into his touch as he wondered whether he should just fuck you here and now, his semi already pulsed beneath black skinny jeans as you gave him a sultry whine.

“We’re going to be late,” You complained, wiggling your hips back against him as Kaji continued to stroke the tip of the toy against your tight hole. Barely breaching the first rim as you tried to look back at him.

“We don’t have to go at all, you know.” He murmured. Knowing that one little pulse of the toy against your clit would be enough to garner your attention for the evening.

“It’s Tsubaki-chan’s birthday,” You gasped as he began to push the pink toy inside your ill-prepped hole, feeling a slight stretch from how dry you were as his spit did little to satiate the throb, “We have to at least go for a few hours.”

Kaji’s jaw locked in irritation but he didn’t bother to respond. He knew how close you were to the former Furin King, and how excited you’d been to celebrate his birthday together. Hopefully, he’d manage to sneak you out after a few hours, and you wouldn’t be subjected to one of Umemiya’s long speeches before the cake.

“Fine,” Kaji huffed, pulling your panties to the side as he could just about make out the pink tail of the toy through the sheer lace of your panties. Giving your crotch a playful swat as you gasped in a mixture of surprise and pleasure as he helped you back into a standing position, smoothing down the skirt of your dress as he gazed down at you with furrowed brows.

“Don’t be mean with this,” You tried to glare at him, but it just made him smile and shake his head, “The last time I thought it was going to slip out of me and everyone would hear it.”

“It ain’t my fault you get that wet from a little teasin’.” Kaji scoffed as he took your hand in his to pull out of the front door. The sooner you left, the sooner he could get you home.

“A little teasing isn’t turning it up to the highest setting, Ren.”

"Just let me have my fun."

And of course, he was being nice. Why wouldn’t he be?

Perfectly content to watch you as he continued to absentmindedly move his thumb against his phone screen. Wondering how wet you were right now, and whether he could coax you away from your best friend for five minutes to sneak a hand beneath your dress to find out – That might be enough to get you to leave earlier than expected too – knowing all too well how you became like putty the moment his fingers would skim your clit. Every so often you’d move in just the right way that had your skirt riding up, and he was certain that he could see a flash of your panties. 

Biting back a groan as heavy metal played through his headphones, Kaji began to move the line in time with the beat of the song. A stark contrast to the constant drum sounding over the party speakers as you shot him a knowing look, trying to figure out what it was he was listening to as you shook your head. 

“Is this a new game or somethin’?” Kaji barely heard him over his music as someone came up behind the back of the couch to swipe his cell phone out from between his fingers and he immediately turned his head to the side with a glare. Tugging his headphones down to rest around his neck as Togame flopped down beside him on the couch with his thighs spread wide as he looked down at the screen, “I never understood the appeal of these puzzle games.”

“Ain’t a fuckin’ game.” Kaji snarled as he tried to grab the phone back, moving his lollipop to settle on the flat of his tongue as Togame swiftly held the phone away from his reach with a lazy smile.

“So what is it then?” Togame drawled, “Cause it looks like a game to me.”

Kaji fought the urge to bite down on the strawberry sucker in his mouth as he tried to relax his breathing, tempted to throw a punch at the man in front of him and start a brawl in the middle of the party— but he knew you’d kill him for ruining Tsubaki’s special day. His nose scrunched and fangs bared as his hands tightened into fists, blunt nails digging into his palms as he fought the urge to swing, “Give me the phone. Now.”

“So possessive over a phone, I can’t imagine what you must have on there,” Togame laughed, “Don’t worry I definitely don’t want to see your dick pics — but if you’ve got any photos of your girl on here I wouldn’t mind a peek. She's looking extra gorgeous tonight—”

Kaji wasn’t naive. He knew anyone in their right mind would think you were attractive. He often caught various guys from Furin talking about how pretty you were and the debauched, depraved things they’d do to you given the chance— but this was different. It was the first time he had another guy sat in front of him openly talking about the things he’d like to do to you, and somehow it made an intense fire begin to burn inside him at the thought. The fact that he had something that others coveted. 

“You wish.” Kaji sneered, but Togame had already begun to move his finger along the screen. Holding the phone in one hand as he used his index finger to draw random patterns, his eyes furrowed in concentration as he tried to decipher what he was actually achieving.

“There’s no points system?” Togame turned to Kaji perplexed, pointing to the top corner, “Candy Crush usually puts it in the top corner— here.”

“It ain’t that kind of game.” Kaji glared, but he couldn’t help glancing over at you across the room to see how you were dealing with the movements. Watching as you took another sip of your drink as Kotoha placed a hand on your forearm to ask if you were okay, already feeling yourself coming close to the edge.

“Oh?” Togame looked up from the phone screen to try and follow Kaji’s line of sight as he found you standing across the room wearing a pretty dress that had a slew of lewd thoughts running through his mind as his cock kicked beneath his baggy sweats, “Oh, so that’s why you’re always so quiet at parties huh?”

Kaji understood since Togame had befriended Sakura that he was now by an extension a friend of Furin alumni, but it didn’t mean that he found him any less annoying. 

“Yeah, so give it back.”

“Nah, I don’t think I will.” Togame smiled, “It looks like she’s enjoying it.”

And Togame was right, you did look like you were enjoying it. Your lashes fluttered as your eyes rolled, revealing the whites behind them as you bit down on your glossy bottom lip hard, trying to keep your focus on the conversation but Kaji could tell you were struggling. This was the point where he’d usually take pity on you and turn the vibrations down to a gentle hum so you could relax a little, and keep edging you until you were both alone to give you the orgasm you deserved. But the black-haired man beside him seemed to have other plans, seemingly intent on watching you come undone in a sea of people. 

“Come on— Just five minutes,” Togame continued, “What’s the rush?” 

“Fine.” Kaji glared, still facing forward as glanced to the side to see Togame’s finger still moving furiously against the screen. “But don’t let her cum.” 

“Why not?” Togame moved to rest his head against the back of the couch as he watched you carefully, “Isn’t that the point.”

“No.” Kaji spat back, tight-lipped as he crossed his arms over his chest to stop himself from fighting back. Biting the sucker in his mouth between his teeth as the candy crumbled, crunching the pieces into tiny sugary pieces as he kept the stick between his lips. Only he got to decide when you got to cum, and it definitely wouldn’t be at the hands of a guy from Shishitoren.

“Seems like a waste of time for her not to cum,” Togame hummed pensively, “Edging her all night, or overstimulating her so she squirts all over the floor? I know which one I’d pick–”

Kaji groaned low at the back of his throat at the image of you that Togame had managed to plant in his head. Picturing you standing there all pretty as pearly tears clumped in your thick lashes and a clear stream of squirt soaked through your panties and drooled down your inner thighs towards the ground. Soaking the floor as you try desperately to hide your mess as the same small toy continues to buzz inside you. 

“Would be even hotter if she was wearing jeans, though.” Togame sighed, “Watching her soak ‘em straight through–”

“How do you know so much?” Kaji knew he was older, but he hadn’t expected this out of the usually quiet and reserved man.

“If you’re asking whether I’ve done this before, I haven’t,” He laughed, “I just watch a lot of shit, I guess. Nothing has been as hot as her, though.” 

Kaji rolled his eyes at the comment. Wondering if he’d ever fucked his fist raw to the thought of you, picturing you in all those positions he watched in porn. 

“What do you think she’ll say when she realises that it's me controlling it and not you?”

“Dunno.” Kaji debated the question. 

It was never something that had come up when you’d both bought the toy. A silly impulse purchase that had been intended to spice up your romance in the bedroom, and had somehow evolved into you wearing it out and about while Kaji controlled it. But you’d never once mentioned the thought of giving someone else the power over the small vibrating bullet, wondering whether there was even anyone that you’d allow to have that control over you. 

“You don’t think she’d mind–” Togame mused, his half-lidded eyes would’ve made it appear as though he was falling asleep if it wasn’t for his finger continuing to trace messy lines.

“I’ll get her off anyway, so I’m sure she won’t mind.” Kaji spat back, uncharacteristically self-assured. He’d had you unravelling on his cock and tongue far more times than he cared to count, there was no way he’d ever let someone — especially not someone from Shishitoren — gain the upper hand. 

“Is she that easy, hm?” Togame spoke languidly as he watched the subtle way your thigh began to quiver, lips parted in a silent moan that had him swallowing thickly. 

“Don’t call her easy, asshole.” Kaji spat.

“Hey now, there’s no need to be like that.” He smiled tilting his head to the side as his cheek leaned against the back of the couch, “What colour is it?”

“What?” Kaji furrowed his brows in confusion, caught off guard by the sudden question.

“The toy– what colour is it?”

Why did that even matter? Kaji gave Togame a perplexed look, “Pink.”

“How pretty,” He grinned, “She got panties on?”

Togame asked just as Kaji had answered the first question, as though he was afraid that if he took too long to ask any more he wouldn’t get an answer at all.

“Yeah.” Kaji adjusted himself in his seat as he shifted his thighs, trying to quell the desperate throb that emanated in his pelvis as he felt his boxers drag against rough denim. Creating subtle friction that had him involuntarily rutting his hips to try and chase the sensation, picturing how much better it would feel if you were straddling his lap and grinding down on him. 

“Fuck.” Togame groaned under his breath at the answer, his finger instantly pushing the bar as high as it would go as you gasped in surprise. Dropping your plastic cup to the ground as the last dregs of alcohol pooled on the floor beneath your feet. 

It had both men on the couch imagining that the clear puddle was a pool of your slick as you began to blurt out apologies to Umemiya. 

“God, I want to ruin her.” Togame muttered beneath his breath as he kept the vibrations high, “She’s so cute.”

You glared across the room at Kaji again, the pleasure shrouding your mind meant you didn’t even notice he was no longer holding his cell phone as you felt another wave of pleasure roll through you. Dancing on the precipice of your climax as Umemiya placed a hand on the small of your back to question whether you’d like another drink, a movement that had your cheeks flushed scorching hot as you wondered whether he could feel the tiny toy vibrating wildly inside of you. It had to be on the highest setting with the way you were certain you could hear it, even over the loud music and raucous laughter. 

You smiled at Umemiya with a nod, accepting his offer for another drink as you pulled out your cell phone to text Kaji. You wanted to storm across the room and tell him it was all too much, but you weren’t even certain your legs would carry you that far. Bracing your forearms against the kitchen counter as you began to type a message. 

You[9.48PM]: Ren turn it down.

You[9:50PM]: I just spilt a drink and I almost came in front of Ume. That’s so fucking embarrassing.

“Aww, she thinks it's still you controlling it.” Togame grinned, ignoring your pleas for mercy as he showed the text chain to Kaji, allowing him to read the new messages you’d sent through. Doing the opposite of your request he instead moved his finger to turn the toy up higher, “Are you gonna tell her, or shall I?”

“Turn it off.” Kaji glared, reaching into his jeans pocket to grab a fresh lollipop as he toyed with the wrapper. Tugging it between blunt fingers he began to unravel it, shoving the plastic in his hoodie pocket as he shoved the candy into his mouth to try and stop the desire to snap at the older man. 

“Or are we gonna let her find out on her own.” Togame ignored him completely.

You[9.52PM]: I’m gonna cum.

Togame’s eyes lit up like an excited child on Christmas receiving their dream gift from Santa as he shifted his focus to where you were standing across the room. Keeping the pulses high and the speed intense as you felt as though you’d been electrocuted. The sensation was so powerful that Kaji was tempted to get off the couch and leave his phone with Togame to bend you over and pull the toy out of you but didn’t trust the man enough to not go through your private pictures in his absence. 

“Stop the toy.” Kaji glared, “You’ve had enough.”

“Aww but you said five minutes, and she’s about to cum—”

“I told you, you don’t get to make her cum.” Kaji had enough, taking advantage of Togame’s distractedness as he reclaimed his cell phone— but he wasn’t quick enough. 

The vibration setting remained high as you felt your orgasm surge through you hard and fast. Holding onto the island counter by the kitchen as you came hard, pursing your lips together to stop yourself from crying out in pleasure as euphoria took over. Your velvety walls clamped down around the buzzing toy as it pressed firm against that same spongy spot inside you, blinking back the white spots that clouded your vision as you tried to remember to breathe. 

Kaji often used the toy to tease you in public, but he rarely (if ever) allowed you to cum. The shame and embarrassment started to ebb away at you as you wondered if anyone had noticed or if anyone could hear. The vibrations were still so intense that you could feel them all the way to your clit as you squeezed your thighs together to try and quell the incessant throb that continued to jump inside you. 

And the position you were now in did little to help your predicament. Leaning over the table as the skirt of your dress began to ride up, so both men across the room could get the most perfect teasing glimpse of the curve of your ass beneath the short dress you were wearing.

“Fuck, are you sure she’s even wearing panties?” Togame grunted, shifting his position on the couch as he subtly smoothed a palm along his front to press against his crotch in a feeble attempt to alleviate the tension in his pelvis, “The toy could just slide right out, no?”

“She’s wearing ‘em,” Kaji sucked his chupa chups, “I put it in her.”

“Shit,” He groaned, “You lucky bastard.”

Kaji knew he should’ve turned the toy off there and then. Desperately close to creaming his pants as he watched you come undone in front of your closest friends, politely accepting another cup of alcohol off Umemiya as you tried to pretend that nothing was wrong. But he took enough pity on you to turn it down, letting the vibrations dull to a constant gentle pulse as you gained enough sense to try and make your way across the room to him. 

Inhaling deeply before setting off on shaky knees, gripping the plastic cup Umemiya had given you so roughly that it concave in your grip, the liquid almost spilling out and down your dress as you took a sip. 

But what you don’t expect to see when you come closer is the old number two in command of Shishitoren, Togame Jou, sitting beside him. 

“Hey, sweetheart. You havin’ fun?” Togame grinned, “Your boyfriend’s been letting me into your little secret.”

“W-what?” 

Pleasure continued to shroud your thoughts as you barely managed to sit yourself down haphazardly on Kaji’s lap as he wrapped an arm around the curve of your ass, resting his hand on your thigh as the other held the phone. 

Kaji could feel the vibrations flowing through you and resounding against his thighs. Your ass shifted on his lap as he felt you brush against his clothed, neglected cock he found himself pressing you down on him with more pressure. 

“Turn it off please.” You whimpered in his ear, and he couldn’t mask the deep, guttural groan that left his lips at how pitiful you sounded. 

“I don’t think she deserves to have it switched off yet,” Togame continued and it was then that it dawned on you. 

He knew. 

“You know what that is?”

Your shaky hand reached out to turn the toy off completely as you heaved a sigh of relief, your hand loosened against the plastic cup as you raised a shaky hand to your lips to chug some back. 

“Course I do, sweetheart.” He grinned, “Kaji over here even let me have a go, didn’t you?” 

You felt Kaji’s grip tighten against you as the realisation dawned on you that he’d let Togame control your vibrator too. 

“Didn’t think I’d be able to make you cum that hard without touching you, though.” 

“Don’t tell anyone.” You mumbled, cheeks flushed as the molten heat continued to drop through your veins like lava. 

“Don’t worry,” He smiled, “It can be our little secret.”

“I would love to see the mess I made of you, though.” Togame quickly glanced at Kaji before giving his undivided attention back to you, “Is that okay?”

It was Kaji’s comforting touch on your leg that had you slowly moving to appease both men. You instinctively began to part your thighs as emerald eyes focused on the space between your legs, clearly seeing the dark patch against your blade panties as he let out a desperate groan beneath his breath. He leaned forward to drag two of his knuckles against it as he felt how wet you were, the material of your panties catching against his skin as he watched you bite down on your bottom lip hard. 

“Is she always this wet?” He groans, asking as though you’re not even there. 

“Pretty much,” Kaji mumbled as you shifted on his lap again. Tempted to unbutton his jeans and have you sit on his cock right now, even though the room was abuzz with your closest friends.

“Shit,” Togame choked back a while, “You’re pure sin, sweetheart. Pure fucking sin.”

“You can go now,” Kaji responded bluntly, glaring across at the man.

“Now, now,” Togame drawled, “There’s no reason to be like that— especially when I made your girl cum hard, didn’t I sweetheart?”

“I knew something was up,” You mumbled, “He never turns it up that high.”

“Clearly you don’t know what you’re missing out on,” Togame laughs, loud and boisterous, “I thought I was gonna have you squirtin’ all over the kitchen floor.”

The thought alone had embarrassment blooming inside you, as you tried to ignore the way your heart rattled against your ribcage. Immediately closing your thighs as you tried to calm yourself down, your needy clit throbbing with neglect. 

“But I’m still glad I got to make you cum, pretty girl.” Togame grinned. 

You’d probably kill Kaji for this later— allowing another person to see what you were both doing when you were out in public, but first, you needed to tame the throb that was still emanating from your core as your tight hole begged to be filled with something bigger. Hopeful that Kaji would walk you home and give you everything you’d been missing as he fucks you into the shape of his cock. 

“We’re going home,” Kaji spoke as though it was a statement, not a question as he helped stand you up off the couch as he ensured your dress was fixed. 

“Wait, wait, wait. What’s the rush?” Togame droned, “I just got one more thing to ask before you go, but it’s a question for you.”

It felt intimidating the way Togame’s green eyes were watching you, almost surveying you as he pulled his head up from the back of the couch to meet your gaze. 

“He got to put that little toy in you,” Togame nods towards Kaji, “So can I be the one to take it out?”

Two souls, one love

Ryoji 🥺

I wanted more scenes of him 🥲

Stills from my recent video :3

Take care of yourself, kiddo