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OMFG YALL — HOW SHE GONNA POST TWO DAMN THINGS AND THEN DISAPPEAR THE FAWK?

I’m so sorrrryyy ya’ll. I made this account in January and then ghosted, like who does that???? 🫠

But I’m back and better with way more ideas to post that I know y’all will love. Without a doubt in my heart ❤️.

Life happens and imma be totally honest I got so sidetracked and deep into all the crazy things going on that I forgot writing is my true happiness. And of course SHUNTARO CHISHIYA BIH.

Stay tuned….<3

Take It Off

Chishiya x female reader

⭐️Summary: You’re in the middle of getting dressed for your evening out with your friends when Chishiya spots your outfit choice (or lack thereof) and isn’t too happy about it…

Fresh out of the shower, you grab your favorite body oil and begin to graciously rub it into your skin, giving your body a luminous and soft appearance.

A couple of your close friends since college, have invited you out to a hookah lounge for the first time and you can’t even contain your excitement at the invitation.

Plus — now you have an excuse to wear the explicit dress you recently purchased. It’s out of your comfort zone and you don’t typically wear revealing things if your boyfriend isn’t with you, but what’s the worst that can happen?

You apply your deodorant and perfume and then head for your shared room with Chishiya.

Standing in front of your full-body mirror, you slide your stretchy dress on, your body fitting into it like a glove. You feel confident in your skin as you look at yourself with a smile.

You spot Chishiya staring at you in the reflection and immediately get shy. That sly and sneaky cat. You didn’t even hear his footsteps yet there he is in the doorframe; seemingly out of thin air.

You turn to him timidly. “Do I look pretty?”

He leans against the doorframe, a mix of contradicting expressions on his face: is it distaste? Disgust? Anger? Or lust?

“You look edible,” he says finally after what seemed like a millennium of studying you.

“Thank you, baby,” you respond — not without a strong flush to your cheeks. “It’s not too much though, right?”

“It’s not enough,” he replies simply and possessively.

Your face scrunches up at the hasty and mean reply. Huh?

“What do you mean? You said you like it—“

“Stop it,” he snaps, his tone darker. “You know exactly what I mean. I’ll rip the eyeballs out of any man's sockets who see you in that. And I mean it.”

It’s nearly impossible to restrict yourself from giggling and smirking when you catch on to what’s going on: his protective instincts are showing.

You decide to mess with him a little to egg him on. “Well…I suppose you better bring your A-game, Shun. That’s gonna be a lot of eyeballs by the end of the night.”

He damn near hisses in impatience at your smart-mouth reply, but manages to stay cool. “Yeah. That’s funny and all. Take it off.”

He’s about to turn back out the door and leave, thinking he’s made himself crystal clear, but you decide to test the waters. Play around with him a little bit.

“Stop fucking telling me what to do.” Just as soon as you say it, you feel bad for cussing at him, watching him turn dead in place. But the slightly sadistic side of you can’t resist. Chishiya is a really good and down-to-earth boyfriend to you; he’s not overly jealous, he respects you and loves you and he’s not a controlling man despite what one may think because of the current situation. There are just some things he doesn’t particularly care for. Some things he just won't let fly if he can help it.

He begins to walk up to you and you tense up, the tension and anticipation exhilarating to you. You’re sick with yourself at how much pleasure you derive from setting this man off. You know it’s not healthy. But you also know how to balance your bad cravings well.

He chuckles and gently but authoritatively wraps his warm hand around your neck, as he stares at you. Without a waver or shake in his eyes he says, “Take it off and change…or you won’t like me when I force it off you.”

He lets go of your neck, his hard and stony gaze the same as he waits for you to obey him.

The harsh thumping and throbbing in your pussy is overwhelming as the room shifts into a more dark and risky atmosphere. The idea of playing with fire arouses you beyond measure. It is just simply intoxicating.

“I’ll. Do. What. I. Want,” you enunciate every word sharply, popping your t’s at the end. The mixture of being terrified and turned on is manic. Outright hysteria. But once you’ve taken flight, there’s no landing that plane — not anytime soon.

His eyebrow raises, a scarily calm and accepting look on his face. For a second there, your bratty and defiant little attitude falters at the surprising reaction. Hm. What’s he playing at?

“You sure about that?” He asks, giving you one final opportunity to fix yourself. When you stare at him defiantly, he takes this as your answer.

“Okay,” he says, shrugging as he walks out the bedroom door and leaves you there. Dazed and confused.

Slightly upset and dispirited, you sigh and walk out after him to apologize. Maybe you’ve struck a nerve this time. This thought alone results in you feeling guilty.

“Chish—”

Like magic, he grips you up by your throat with more force this time as he pushes you back into the room. His hold on you is firm as if you weigh pennies to nothing.

Of course, you gasp at the unforeseen action, your stomach dropping to the floor in fear and excitement.

“You still got this string of fabric you call a “dress” on?” The depth and vibrato of his voice tickle the back of your throat as he’s practically talking into your mouth. You can’t help but leave it agape in this predicament which is the thief of every attempt at breathing.

“I…I was just coming to apologize first, Chi—”

“I told you to undress,” he reiterates, eyes so sharp and precise they can cut fruit. “That should have been your priority. Not apologizing.”

“You’re right.” You whimper, adrenaline blazing through you like a big ball of lightning. “I’m sorry — I’ll take it off now baby.”

You stifle out a breath when he pushes you onto the bed, the gravity and force of the shove causing you to bounce up on your bottom.

“Be quiet, y/n,” he seethes, pulling you to the edge of the bed by your ankles. “I don’t want to hear a peep from you.”

Your body turns against you, a quivering and helpless mess. You have no idea what he’s gonna do to you.

“On your hands and knees. Ass up. Now.”

You don’t waste any time, your body moves quicker than your mind can even process. “Okay.”

“I thought I said to be quiet you hardheaded brat,” he reminds you sternly, the insult making you wet between the thighs. “Don’t move.”

You slouch down on your elbows, seemingly forgetting just that quickly you’re not supposed to. A harsh and unexpected blow to your left ass cheek jolts you back up on your hands. Your eyes widen and you hold your mouth open in shock. You almost piss yourself at the loud and painful slap, making it hard to be quiet.

“Hold your fucking position.” Still recovering from the first smack to your ass, two more replace what was once vanishing pain.

Three more blows are inflicted on the same cheek without mercy, making it hard for you to breathe let alone keep the position. Even though it hurts and stings like hell, it also turns you on so much and makes you a hot, wet mess.

He grabs you by your waist and forces you to sit back up. You cry out when he doesn’t even let a second go by before assaulting both your cheeks with six more hard smacks this time.

“No noises either.” Eight more blunt and relentless whacks against your behind. You fight back whimpers and yelps at every hit, knowing your ass is raw and sore.

He rewards you well for taking the hits obediently—sliding your dress up and over your head to rub your arched back and ass.

“You did a good job.” He gets down on his knees behind you, grabbing both of your tender and sensitive cheeks to place wet kisses on them. “You smell nice, sweet girl.”

The wetness from his lips burns the freshly delicate skin on your bum, but also tingles soothingly.

A moan of relief mixed with fatigue struggles its way out of you. Still unsure if you can make noises though, you bite your bottom lip as if to seal it shut.

Chishiya bites your thighs benevolently, indicating he’s now merciful. He proceeds to kiss, suck, and lick up your thighs, his mouth and tongue getting dangerously close to your pussy lips each time.

You quiver uncontrollably, panting desperately. The teasing and nibbling are satisfying and sweet. You yearn for more though as he continues.

“I can’t,” you croak, barely able to hold yourself up on your forearms any longer. Your arousal begins to leak down your thighs, signaling to Chishiya the torture of not being touched has successfully reached its prime. He likes the sight of your juicy thighs shaking, knowing his torture tactics mess you up.

He grins darkly, getting off on making you wait — making the build-up to the wreck in which he intends to make you unbearably suffocating.

A taunting but loving smack to your thigh is felt, making you flinch and sigh in agony. Chishiya then turns you over on your back as he remains on the floor on his knees.

“You did well, yeah?” He places your leg over his shoulder and slowly, covering every area of your pulsating opening licks you there with a flat, wide, and sopping wet tongue. “Maybe next time you’ll listen to me the first time.”

An indescribable feeling pours itself into you, your eyes rolling involuntarily to the back of your head violently. You arch your back to a perfect curvature, pussy propped up against his mouth.

Messing around with Chishiya is no joke. This man knows how to completely and utterly fuck you up.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, attempting to stay still as he places about ten more soft and deliberately long licks against you. Your attempt fails though, each drawn-out swipe of his dexterous tongue applying more pressure on your delicate area. At this point, you’re nearly wheezing from a jumble of overwhelming sensations and emotions.

“I believe you,” he replies, that warmness in his voice finally returning. He kisses your pussy with lewd and wet kisses that make it hard for you to even get a sound out let alone a breath. This man is the thief of the oxygen that supply’s your body.

He brings himself to his feet, stamina impeccable from having previously been on his knees. The rock-hard print in his pants in front of you makes your current ache throb with intensity.

You watch him as he unties his joggers, a submissive look in your sleepy eyes.

This time, both your legs are placed securely on his sturdy and supportive shoulders. He smacks your thighs again and then squeezes the plush, soft spots while sliding inside of you. It’s almost scary how insanely perfect his member fits into you; like a puzzle piece. Almost as though your pussy was made to be his specifically.

Your eyes roll back again, back arching while you bring your hands up to your breasts. The girth and warmth fill you up entirely, making your whole body hot. He feels even better than he usually does, buried deep inside of you.

Chishiya groans ecstatically, throwing his head back as he fucks you slowly at the edge of the bed. He grabs both of your legs on either side of his head like the handles on a rollercoaster and begins to pound into you with intention and pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he compliments you, now placing one of your legs back hanging off the bed. He grabs onto your leg that’s still up with both arms and pushes even harder into you, working his hips to hit every inch of your opening. He grips your thigh tightly, fucking you with no mercy now.

Tears threaten your eyes at how good everything he’s doing to you feels. Against your will, the floodgates let loose and you begin to sob and whine, unable to take in the level of intensity of the pleasures you’re experiencing.

Chishiya quickly notices your overwhelm and sets down your other leg, climbing on top of you for closeness and comfort. He re-enters you at a gentle speed in the beginning before speeding back up to reach that amazing momentum again.

You wrap your legs around him, the closeness offering an even greater amount of access into the spongy and soft part of your dripping wet pussy. You bring him close to you, the warmness and his fresh scent calming your overstimulation. You breathe him in deeply as he rides you out.

He continues to breathe deeply next to your ear a delicious moan every so often. Between that and the sounds of your wet pussy being severely pounded, is so dirty yet gratifying. You edge closer to your release and claw at his back, nails digging crescents into it. You start to squirt all over him, his dick persistently hitting the spot that sends you over.

“Holy fuck,” Chishiya sputters, seeming to be just as a mess as you. The sweat on his temples causes strands of his jet-black hair to stick to his forehead. The visual is so striking and sexy to you. “Look at you. Look at how you squirt for me.”

Purposely, you squeeze your walls, tightening his length inside, fucking him back. You see the look in his eyes darken when he starts to feel the gesture. A look of desire and pride at you taking initiative.

“Shit, that’s good y/n,” he tells you, his face glistening a pretty glow. That's what good pussy will do to a man that deserves it.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging it lightly to kiss him. You feel your orgasm coming, but you don’t break from the kiss, holding him in place as he strikes that spot for you.

You come before him, mouth froze in place with no sound escaping it until you start to gasp harshly and powerlessly. You’re almost on the brink of tears again.

About six more thrusts after you, Chishiya comes also, his body nearly convulsing.

You’ve never seen his eyes roll back, but the captivating image leaves you wanting to fuck him all over again. Just to see it again.

He strains his voice, his deep and guttural groans sending a vibration through your tingling tummy. Watching him orgasm is one of the best parts of fucking him.

He looks down at your face which is still red and sprinkled with sweat. A look of disbelief and supreme fulfillment on his features.

“I don’t even know what to say to you right now,” he says panting in between words. Sex like that will leave you wondering how it's even possible to feel that good.

You can barely move, the sensitivity of every part of your cells and nerves paralyzing you.

“I fucking love you,” you say, looking up at him, searching his hazy and tired eyes. He smirks cheekily and without taking his dick out of you, flips you over on top of him. Even after all of that he still manages to have some energy.

You sit resting on top of him, eyes never leaving his. Good dick and good love will make a woman crazy over her man. It’s insane.

“I love you too, sweet girl,” he reciprocates. You feel his dick twitch inside of you when you smile at him and lean down to kiss him.

Your phone rings and you and Chishiya both share a knowing smirk before you answer it.

“Girl! Where the hell are you? We’ve been at this lounge for damn near an hour now,” your friend barks over the phone. You try not to laugh as you hold eye contact with Chishiya before replying.

“Sorry love. I’ll be there a little late. Wait up for me, okay?” You hang up before she can say anything and sit your phone down, thinking of what you’re going to wear now.

“So…” you start, raising a brow at him suggestively. “Jeans? Can’t go wrong with those, yeah?”

He nods, chuckling at you. “Yeah. I like the sound of that.”

Heyyyyy y’all! This one is suuuper long, it took me forever to write omg. But I literally love it, like!!!! I’m a sucker for some good smut, YALL its crazy. And to be honest with you all, I’m all for wearing whatever you want when you go somewhere. Just put the damn clothes on dang! But the idea of being punished for trying to dress a little revealing sounds just… mouthwatering — if its Chishiya telling you to take it off though. Eff the others lol. It’s funny because I actually ordered a dress similar to the one above and that’s kinda what motivated me to write this! The ways in which we find inspiration is inspirational within itself! Thanks for the read. I poured my SOUL into this one. — Ash <3

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

Heyyyy luvs just popping in to let y'all know that my requests are open! I would love to see what you guys are interested in me writing. I'm not shy about what I write so hit me with your best shot! - Ash <3

In the meantime, here's a cute pic of Nijirô 😩🤍(I love himmmmmm). ~~~~

Wet Dream

Nijiro X OC — requested by user: @yourtypagirl1

Summary: You’re lying down sleep on your tummy when Nijiro decides to wake you up with some tender love.

Includes: Lot’s of tongue action, love bites, sucking, heavy and sloppy kissing, lip biting, oral sex, sex in the shower, teasing, etc.

You lay on your stomach on top of your bed sheets, one leg propped up comfortably. This is your favorite sleeping position.

Still in a deep slumber, you just assume you’re having an extremely realistic wet dream about Nijiro when you feel soft kisses on your butt cheeks and down to your thighs. You groan quietly, murmuring things in your sleep.

Nijiro continues to kiss and bite your inner thighs, inching his way between them. He kisses your pussy multiple times, your panties are the only thing keeping him from eating you out until you cry.

“Hm,” Nijiro hums suggestively to himself seeing how wet you are, your arousal soaking through your underwear. “Y/n. Wake up. Dream me can’t possibly be better than real me.”

You blink your eyes open slowly, yawning as you come to. Your brain hasn’t yet registered the fact that Nijiro is laying right between your thighs behind you yet.

Getting ready to turn over and sit up on your bottom, you feel someone's head get caught between your thighs, their entire face brushing against your soft skin. What the hell?

“Oh shit,” he says, squeezing your thigh before taking in a nice mouthful of it again. “I like that.”

You can’t suppress your giggle when you’re face-to-face with Nijiro, laying in front of you with a look that you know all too well.

“You like being put in a headlock by my thunder thighs first thing in the morning?” You say playfully, raking your fingers through his messy bed hair.

“Mm-hm.” He sucks on your thigh, unintentionally leaving a mark there. He then loops a finger underneath your panties to pull them to the side before kissing and sucking there too. “Strangling me with those honestly seems like an alright way to go.”

Laughing again, your reflexes cause you to jump your legs shut quickly, closing his poor head up in them.

“Wait—you gotta hold on,” you manage to say through laughs. “I have to shower, maybe? Um, I don’t know…brush my damn teeth?”

He squints at you, his dark bangs touching just over his eyelashes.

“You’re perfectly fine,” he replies, sitting up on his knees to pull you down onto your back by your legs. “If you’re that worried about it we can do that together in a bit.”

He leans over you, kissing your lips lovingly. Sensing that you’re keeping your mouth as closed as possible, he pauses to look at you.

“Open,” he orders simply. You sigh quietly but obey him. He wastes no time attaching his mouth to yours, using his skilled tongue to deepen and spice up the kiss.

He lets you breathe, using his teeth to gently but assertively bite and suck on your lower lip. The sensation is tingly and sweet.

Sliding his hand down your breasts and tummy, he places his hand inside your panties, fingering you deeply and diligently with his middle fingers. His fingers touch the soft and spongy part of your pussy that trigger your body's ability to squirt. He gets off on kissing your face and neck, watching your face as he finger fucks you into a mess.

You moan into his mouth as he continues pushing on your spot. He kisses your chin softly as you tilt your head back in blinding pleasure. He then kisses down your neck and collarbones tenderly.

He licks up from your neck, chin, and back into your mouth, sucking on your lip and tugging it lightly as he does so.

“Let it out, woman. Let it out,” he urges you, his pace never faltering as you start to squirt against his hand. “Mm. Just like that.”

He smirks when you grab his hand to stop him from abusing the sensitive area. You’re too busy trying to steady your shaking and wobbly limbs at the moment. Only he could ever make you squirt like that.

When he takes his fingers out of you, he pops them into his mouth, sucking on them tormentingly.

“So fucking delicious, that pussy of yours.” He kisses your clit passionately before working his tongue into your pussy and sucking there diligently. He then comes up to your face, his nose gently caressing yours

“Wanna taste yourself?” He asks you through sultry eyes. He grabs your chin with his thumb and with a devious grin, swipes his thumb over your lips.

You nod without a word, your face says it all. He tilts your head by your chin and slithers his tongue back into your warm mouth, covering every crevice and area of it. Almost swallowing you whole.

He pulls back, a lewd and intimate string of spit coming from the sloppy kiss.

“You like that, huh?” He stands up from the bed and takes his bottom lip into his mouth, simply watching you—admiring the pretty and desirable mess you are. Messy hair, sleepy eyes, swollen lips, and that dripping wet pussy of yours. All of it. The yearning he currently feels to mess you up right now.

You smile shyly. “You’re an animal.”

He shrugs, agreeing. “Come here.”

You crawl toward him from the bed seductively, teasing and toying with his arousal and sanity. He raises his eyebrows at you and chuckles, eyes remaining on you, waiting and lusting for you.

You stand in front of him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. He smacks your ass hard before snatching you up around his waist, making way for the bathroom.

Watching his face this close to yours, you notice the pure passion and love he has for you in his eyes and face. A face like that and a soul like that—there’s no denying how much he enjoys being this open and expressive with you.

He sets you down on the sink countertop and removes your underwear completely before tossing them anywhere. He then pulls your tank top over your head, making your disheveled hair even more disheveled. But Nijiro doesn’t give a rat's ass. He likes you like this: raw.

“Sexy motherfucker,” he utters, turning his back to you to get the shower water going. Seeming to have gotten it to a nice and steamy temperature, he sets his attention back on you, kissing your knee and then vigorously taking you off the counter.

As soon as you’re both in the shower, Nijiro presses his body against yours, pushing your back into the shower wall. He crouches down to lick up your body slowly and precisely. When he makes it back up, he takes your hard nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

“Nijiro,” you whisper, your whole body being set ablaze. Every woman should feel this way at least once in her life.

He sucks on the side of your neck, going upwards to tease your ear. “What is it, baby? Tell me what you want.”

He looks so angelic right now, the water running down his perfectly sculpted body. All you wanna do right now is suck the soul out of him.

“I want you in my mouth. Every inch,” you confess bringing your hands to rub up his upper body. You look into his eyes, a serious and adamant look in yours, but quite the opposite in his. He’s way too amused at your demeanor right now.

“Whatever you want, love. I’m yours,” he replies, kissing you deeply, and squeezing your ass simultaneously.

You come down to your knees, using his legs to support you. You wrap one hand around his shaft, palming him slowly at first. Your mouth can’t help but stay open at the sight of him. You know how hard you have to go to see even more of that alluring side of him.

Some minutes pass and after getting him in the mood, you latch your lips over his dick, taking it back out with a popping sound to lick the precum off the tip. He tastes as good and sweet as he looks. And that’s saying a lot.

You get off on watching his stomach hold his breaths in—the way it lurches and twitches with every suck, spit, swallow, and lick that you perform. It’s your motivator to get every single physical reaction out of him possible.

He moans weakly, “That feels so good…damn that feels so good.” He places his hand on the shower wall to stable his quivering body.

Once your cheeks start to hallow, that’s when he knows it's a wrap. Your head bobs back and forth, a pace unmatched as you take in his girth like a champ. You’re dead set on taking this man's soul. But he’s not having it.

“Shit, woman,” he nearly cries, breath hitching in his tight throat. He grabs the back of your head, pulling your mouth off of him. “You trying to take me out? You got a hit out on me?”

Breathless you smile up at him, a handful of your hair still tight within his grip. “Why’d you stop?”

He brings you back to your feet and picks you back up, almost too easy. “I don’t wanna cum in your mouth.”

Legs wrapped snugly around him, he presses you back against the wall and pushes himself inside of you, the both of you letting out a sigh of immense relief.

You claw at his back, pushing your head back to welcome every part of him the access it needs to fill you up entirely. You want no spots untouched.

Nijiro grips your thighs around him, using the clutch to fuck himself into you like never before. The two of you are a panting and chaotic mess, working yourselves to orgasm.

“Oh, baby” you cry out. Nijiro lazily puts his open mouth against yours, exchanging hasty and fast breaths.

Feeling your orgasm coming, you join him in thrusting, using your hips to fuck him back as he pounds into you mercilessly.

His eyes roll back at the action and his forehead comes down to touch yours. You throw an arm over his shoulders, feeling as though you might fall at the momentum and speed you’re both using. Not to mention the incoming sensations and powerful emotions approaching.

You orgasm harshly, a strained scream displaying your climax. But you’re a real one. You continue to thrust your hips with as much energy as you can muster to aid Nijiro in riding out his orgasm. He strokes in and out of you at a weaker speed now, seeing in his face that he’s about to cum. But you refuse to stop regardless of how overstimulated your body is. You’ll cum again just to give him an earth-shattering orgasm.

His release of sounds is muffled into the side of your neck, but you can hear the overwhelm and explosive satisfaction in his voice anyways. You finish off with a few more feeble thrusts against his sensitive member and he sighs tiredly.

“That’s crazy,” is all you can think to say. Nijiro is most definitely a good fuck—he knows what to do with that dick he’s been blessed with. But you don’t think the two of you have ever orgasmed that hard before.

He steps back, letting you down gently. Still, out of breath, he shakes his head, hands on his hips as he looks at you. “I know right.”

Heyyyyyy yall! This was my first request and I truly hope that I came through on the expectations of what was asked of me. 🤍 I enjoyed writing from Nijiros side. I’ll do more Nijiro Murakami in the future. Of course, I’ll still do Chishiya content as well. But hope yall likkkkeee. — 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

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 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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