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Haitani Rindou/Lana Del Rey - Meet me at the pale moonlight
I found a wheel decider app or whatever and I put a few random songs from my playlists with a few TR characters in another wheel. I decided to write imagines with the songs and characters I’ll get from the wheels.
A masterlist for what’s more to come
Childhood enemies to teenagers in love, a few swear words, Rindou is an asshole and a bully, Y/N is smart, the words “sucking dick” are mentioned once but that’s about all.
Haitani Rindou x gn!reader. 1.9k words
Understand this, I been likin' you since I was small / I'm the sweetest girl in town so why are you so mean?
Haitani Rindou was always mean. When he was just a kid he would make fun of other children, push them off of swing sets and slides, he would throw sand at them and push them around. He was a bully and no kids ever tried to stop him. Even if the kid’s on the playground would go and cry to their moms and moms did try and discipline him, he would never listen. And Ran didn’t care enough to try and do anything about it. After all he was only one year older and didn’t know any better. He even found it amusing and entertaining.
Even though Rindou bullied everyone, you were his main target. He hated how pure and innocent you were. He hated how you always smiled at everyone and tried to be friends with every single kid. He hated your voice, your laugh, your stupid face. Just hearing your name made him cringe.
He was the meanest kid in school when he started first grade. The bullying got worse and everyone tried to avoid him. He sat alone in all classes and sometimes even during lunch. His table was empty, besides the days when Ran was with him. You, unfortunately, were classmates. And what was even worse was that you sat in front of him. That was a complete accident. He came in last on the first day of school and the only empty seat was behind you. He poked your back, put trash into your backpack and kick your seat. He made sure to make every single day of yours in that school - hell.
Once middle school started, you moved seats. You sat further away from Rindou and for some reason that annoyed him. He was mad that he didn’t see your face in front of him anymore. Instead he started seeing the ugliest guy in class, in his opinion. On his face there were often boogers, he always had extremely messy hair, his clothes were always dirty, because him and his friends liked to play outside. Rindou thought it was stupid. They weren’t children anymore so what was the point of that? Going back to the topic of you, Rindou was sure that even though you escaped him for now, he’d still manage to ruin your days. He looked for you during breaks. He pushed you into lockers, he made sure that you’d trip in front of everyone and he even stuck his gum on your school uniform. Though at the end of middle school, Rindou disappeared. It left you with both shock and satisfaction. Turns out he was in juvie for killing someone with his brother. After that, you started fearing your all time enemy Haitani Rindou.
When high school started, Rindou wasn’t alone anymore. He was friends with the older and younger guys who were nothing but trouble. He became a well known delinquent and ruled Roppongi with his older brother Ran. Now whenever you’d walk in the halls you’d see the scariest group in school. It consisted of the Haitani brothers, Mochizuki Kanji, Kurokawa Izana, Kakucho, Hanma Shuji, Kisaki Tetta, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Shion Madarame and Muto Yasuhiro. Rindou didn’t bully you as much anymore. Mostly because he wasn’t in school as often. So it was just your luck. Though when he was in school his teasing was worse than before, since his new friends would laugh at you and make snarky comments too. You’d just throw a small smile their way, or grip your bag and walk past them whilst looking at the school’s corridor tiles that would all of a sudden grab your interest. You never knew what caused this hatred for the younger Haitani. Of course he treated everyone with malice. But you were treated even worse. After all when you both were children you liked him a lot and tried to be his friend too. But all he ever did was make fun of you.
Today was different than the other days. Rindou was alone the moment he saw you in the corridor and so were you. And it wasn’t only that, no. There were only the two of you which made you tense up. You were always one of the first students to show up in school since you had to take the first bus there. But what was the Haitani doing here so early too? Once you saw a smirk show up on his face you let out a sigh.
“What a freak. Not only are you a teachers pet, you’re always so early here.” He snorted. “Do you suck the teacher’s dicks or something? That’s probably why your grades are so high, huh.” He started tapping his jaw with his pointer finger, pretending to be deep in thought.
“What did I ever do to you..?” You mumble.
“Huh? Speak up, dumbass.” He gritted his teeth.
“Why are you so mean to me?!” You yell while poking his chest with your finger. “All I’ve ever done is be nice to you and your stupid brother. I’ve never said one bad thing about either of you. So what the hell is your issue?!” Your voice was becoming louder by the second. You were tired. You’ve already gone through enough. “Fuck you, Haitani. You and all of your stupid little friends. You all suck.” You turned around and left him standing alone. After that Rindou and his friends didn’t bother you anymore.
When you turned seventeen, you were one of the prettiest people in school. Boys and girls adored you, your looks and your personality. Everyone wanted to be your friend and your lunch table was never empty. Almost every single day there were different people around you. There was even a fan club made for you in school. People would give you love letters every week and you received many gifts from your admirers. Haitani Rindou though was never at school. As much as you knew - he was roaming around the streets of Japan with his gang known as Tenjiku. Of course it had all of his buddies there and they were getting bigger by the day. Sometimes to pass his grades, he’d randomly pop up in school. You’d walk into maths and he wouldn’t be there, but he’d be in the next period. Sitting alone, looking at his phone. Sometimes a random friend of his would walk into the class during break time and they’d talk about the violent things they did the day before, making sure everyone heard. He never bothered you, but to your surprise he started talking to you. It started with a greeting once he’d see you and then it got to small conversations that he’d try to initiate. This year, you once again had to sit in front of him. But instead of bullying you, he’d give you small notes asking about your day, he’d compliment your perfume or jewellery. And with pure confusion and suspicion you’d talk back to him.
At the age of eighteen you both became kind of friends. He’d walk with you in the school halls and the both of you sometimes even sat together at lunch (though when that did happen, none of your friends dared to sit with you. They were too scared of Haitani Rindou and there would only be the two of you there. Not like you blamed them). It was friday when your classes ended and you walked out of school alone, after waving everyone goodbye and having small talk with the random people that stopped you before you left. You started walking towards your bus stop when something caught your attention. Rindou was yelling your name while sitting on his bike in front of his friends. That made you feel anxious and you stood in one place, frozen. Would your friendship with the Haitani end so soon? You knew it was weird how fast he changed. It was all too good to be true. Your thoughts were disturbed when the sound of a bike sounded way closer than it should.
“C’mon I’ll give you a ride home, (L/N).” Rindou smiled at you.
“Huh?” You turned your head to the side and you could swear you hear a quiet ‘cute’ leave his mouth.
“I’ll drive you home. There’s still an hour left before your bus comes, right?” He looks straight into your eyes. Behind him you could see his brother snd friends smirking and that made you feel even more uncomfortable. Rindou turned around to see what you were looking at and let out a groan. “Don’t worry about them. That’s just the way they are. You can trust me, you know that right? Sit down.” He patted the seat behind him. You let out a shaky breath and nodded.
“Fine. But don’t try anything stupid, Haitani.”
“Would never dream of it.” He grabbed onto your sweater and pulled you closer. After that your vision was dark for a second as he put on a helmet on your head.
That day you realised how fun it was to ride a bike. As you held onto his waist you felt free. Like you were on a magical cloud. The wind was caressing your body and everything felt so great. The adrenaline was running throughout your whole body and it made your senses heightened. You were introduced to a whole new world and Rindou could only smile while looking at you through the small mirror attached to his motorcycle.
At summer Rindou asked you to go the Sumidagawa Fireworks Festival* with him. You asked why he didn’t want to go with his brother and friends, but his answer was short. “I want to spend it with you.” To that you only nodded and agreed to go with him. That day he showed up in front of your house with his bike and took the both of you to the festival. You bought some food and drinks and hung out for a while, before the fireworks began. After some thinking he took you to a more discreet place, but he promised you that you’d still see the fireworks from there. The both of you sat in an abandoned parking lot that was on a hill and you asked him how he’d even find this place. “Me and my brother found it a while ago. We like to come here when we feel like running away from the world.”
And when they did start, you were in awe. Everything looked like it was from a fairy tale. And as the fireworks painted the sky in many different colours, Rindou’s gang jacket was around your shoulders and so was his arm.
“Hey, can I ask you something?”
“Of course.” You smiled at him.
“Can I kiss you?” He whispered while looking at you. Rindou looked scared and he was. He didn’t want to ruin whatever he had with you. After all he was an asshole to you for so long and he was glad that you’ve managed to forgive him.
“Yeah.” You nodded slowly. “Yeah, you can.”
His hand reached the back of your head and pulled you close. Once your lips touched it felt like the world went quiet. Like you just finished a puzzle by putting the last two pieces together. And as the two of you parted from the kiss, the sky was flashing in many different colours. Rindou could swear that you were still far more beautiful than any view. So he did what he felt was right and leaned in for a second kiss.
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*It’s one of Tokyo's largest and most urban fireworks displays
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꧁Montague relationship headcanons꧂
Because the nisha one was fun to write
Fluff, cute romance, reader is gender neutral
He loves letting you touch his hair. And it's soft too. He makes sure it's soft, just for you, because he knows you love playing with it.
His stubble is itchy and he knows it. When he kisses you, or cuddles up next to you, he always rubs his face on yours.
There's no knowing when he's gonna kiss you. In the car, on the couch, even in public. He will kiss you at the most random times, and you have no way of predicting it.
He gave you a necklace that looks like his medallion. It's not real diamond, probably a sapphire or something, but you cherish it regardless.
If you're sick, he will drop everything and come and help you. He calls a doctor, he gets his chefs to make you your favourite soup (or comfort food if you don't like soup), he even gives you cuddles.
He gives you a little trinket after every mission. It could be a compass, a bracelet, new clothes, anything that reminds him of you. You have a little box of trinkets that Montague brings you because you have no idea where else to put them.
Neck kisses. Lots of them. He's always leaving marks to show people that you're his.
He fiddles with his medallion when he's thinking about you. Valeria loves to joke about it. "Ooh, you miss y/n?" It drives him up the wall every time Valeria jokes about you.
He only lets you call him Monty. Everyone else has to call him Montague.
This is for @avokadothorne :3
I know you love him
SOFT ‘N SLOW !!
•̩̩͙⊱ notes. inspired by swv — summer walker ft. no1-noah. also a little experiment. i’m trying to see something. lol i was all over the place writing this.
•̩̩͙⊱ ft. draken, ran, rindou, mitsuya, sanzu.
•̩̩͙⊱ cw. afab! reader, soft sex, praise, overstimulation, breeding kink, size kink, and dacryphilia if you squint.
disclaimer. 18+ only. minors, blank, ageless blogs dni.
DRAKEN
“that’s it, pretty.” he mumbles, finally bottoming out. a pleased sigh slips from his lips when he feels your gummy walls mold to the thick outline of his cock.
he pulls back till his mushroom tip is aligned at your opening, hissing at the loss of warm before pushing back in, a squelch resounding in the room from the action. the slow stroke of his cock, the way his cockhead kisses your cervix and nudges against your sweet spot is heaven on earth. you’re so tight and warm, makes shivers run down his spine, length twitching inside you when he’s buried to the hilt, which makes you clamp up on him.
he stays a few seconds there, looking into your eyes as you squeeze on him unprompted. draken’s always been too big for you to handle, so much so that you could cum from the stretch of your walls and his fat tip hitting against your spongy walls alone. which happens. he swirls and rolls his hips in circles and figure eights, all while keeping his eyes on yours, and you come undone. your eyes roll to the back of your head, a coil stretched too thin snaps, your cunt spasms as it gushes slick onto his abdominal muscles, and you feel him twitch inside you.
he curses before he hugs you tight, hips snapping into yours as warm seed fills you.
you see white for a few minutes as your ears ring. when you come back, it’s to draken still stroking inside of you as if he hadn’t cum, fucking the ooze of sperm gliding out of your hole back. he’s still hard, heavy balls drenched in your cum and slapping into your ass.
he grips your hips and tilts them up, legs coming to your chest in a press. the next slide in makes your toes curl, he reached an inch deeper. the new position makes you flush, head slowly starting to trail away from obsidian eyes that loom closer, but a hand around your jaw turns you back to him, where you see a thin sheen of something carnivorous gleam in those black eyes of his.
“don’t look away, pretty. keep your eyes on me. wanna see you cream all over me, again and again.” he rolls his hips a little harder when you listen and smirks when you moan and clamp down on him. “knew you had it in you.”
MITSUYA
“you’re doing so good for me, baby.” his voice rings deep against your ear, placing a tender kiss at the lobe before he moves to your neck, jaw, shoulder, chest, and collarbones. then he intertwines both of your hands together and pulls out, stroking back in to the hilt, hips glued to yours where he stays to roll them around, your clit catching onto his pelvis, his cock nudging against your spongy walls. he’s not hammering into you, but the depth of his cockhead and the intimacy of it all makes the coil in your stomach stretch thin.
he pulls out again, then he’s back in. a slow but steady pace forms. your toes curl with each hit, pussy turning straight into goo with the gentle but deep rolls of his hips.
mitsuya brings one of your latched hands up and kisses the back smoothly, adding extra pecks to each fingertip. “just like that. ‘s better this way, isn’t it?”
then his hooded eyes dart to you, pretty black lashes flutter and lilac irises shine. mitsuya looks at you so fondly like he’s truly in love that it gets to your head, makes you want to please him. your mind’s too hazy to register how he let go to rub at your clit, stomach filled too full of his cock that you feel a little drunk off him. he makes your head a little too fuzzy to do anything else but listen to him.
“let’s take things slow today. we got all the time in the world.” and he pecks your forehead last.
RINDOU
a sigh leaves his lips, tiny hum thrumming in his chest when he finally reaches the hilt. he pecks you all over your face, thumb rubbing circles into the back of your hand from where they’re latched.
rindou stays, hips glued to yours for a few minutes to get you adjusted, during which he keeps his eyes pinned on you.
the intensity of his stare intimidates you a little. he’s looking at all of you, bare and vulnerable, and that makes you flush, makes insecurity and fear prickle your heart, so you turn away, but rindou clicks his tongue.
“don’t look away from me, angel. you gotta keep your eyes on me, or i’ll get sad. wanna see all of you, love.” he coos this so softly that your heart warms, beats a tad faster, so you comply.
“mhm. that’s right.” and he leans in for a kiss, hips pulling back, scraping against your gummy walls as you shiver, toes curling at the sensation.
RAN
“haa, shit. always so tight for me.” his dick makes your stomach full, always too long for you to handle. his cockhead kisses at your cervix before he even has the chance to bottom out. says the reason for that is because you’re too nervous. that that is the reason why he has so much trouble sliding in, when you know it’s not.
you nearly choke, nearly feel him in your throat, as he slides back in after pulling out. he’s only made it a third down his cock, and ran will never be satisfied until you take all of him.
“you’ve taken it before. why can’t you just do it once more?”
you tried. you really did, but some things can’t be done again. which is where you’re at now, squirming underneath ran as his beady lavender eyes take you in, fat tip lodged in your cunt, bullying its way to your cervix and you tremble and shake, overwhelmed at the sheer length of him, and yet. a sheen of slick shines on his shaft, cream frothing at the edges of your entrance, coil stretched tight in your stomach.
he twitches the more you struggle, and his eyes tremble in delight. “oh, my cock too much for you, darling? s’okay we can keep trying the whole night until your cunt can finally take me.” he pecks you on the lips, licking between the seams before he pulls back, pink muscle poking out at the corner of his mouth.
SANZU
“sanzu! slow down, slow down!” he pauses from the rapid pace he was keeping before, head tilting in confusion.
your eyes are wet as they look into his, but the sight’s so pretty he twitches. however you don’t see the increasing carnal lust in his eyes, and you don’t notice him twitch an extra beat inside you. “wanna go slow. ‘s too rough.”
“you wanna go slow?” you hum and nod your head, hand inching towards his to intertwine them, and it’s so cute, you’re so cute, that he doesn’t have the heart to deny you that.
“that what you want, princess? okay, we can go nice ‘n slow then.” he pulls back and glides back in, pushing until he’s flush to your pelvis, rolling his hips to grind against your clit, making sure he hits every angle so he can see those pretty eyes roll back until only the whites are left.
tagz! @ryuugot, @bokuroskitten, @kisakiapologist, @shibuyawardnetwork.
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ match my freak !!
ᝰ.ᐟ the two of you are private not secret, but when the media starts to speculate that the two of you are no longer together, neither of you are too happy. the best way to get everyone to stop with the breakup rumors? posting something a little bit nasty to the feed to satiate everyone's curiosity. (fem!reader)
featuring tobio kageyama, atsumu miya, tetsurou kuroo, wakatoshi ushijima, tooru oikawa, rintarou suna content contains breeding kink (atsumu, wakatoshi), pregnant reader (wakatoshi), famous!reader (changes depending on scenario), creampie (tetsurou), hatefucking (not really, you + kuroo just like to antagonize each other but the attraction is there), scratches on his back (tobio), hickeys (tooru), wet n messy (rintarou), possessive!character x possessive!reader (the two of you are obsessed with each other ok), social media references lol author's notes i'm definitely doing a blue lock version, i'm just seeing if this is a popular premise lol <3 based off this original concept !! these are just silly little drabbles for me to warm up to the idea of writing again haha
౨ৎ TOBIO KAGEYAMA
your fans are speculating: that you and kageyama have broken up. fans are recording footage from you on your latest tour and claim that you're "clearly disassociating" and "somewhere else mentally" when it comes to singing your iconic love songs. you and kageyama have always kept your relationship private because he's not a very open person to begin with, and you don't want to give the media more material to misconstrue. you know that kageyama hates when some random person will annotate your verses on genius lyrics and try to make the claim that your innocent metaphor is you wanting to jump ship and leave kageyama. and you hate how it's your own fans who are making wild accusations of you no longer being with the man all your love songs are about.
you posted: kageyama, with his back turned to the camera so all that fills your camera is the surprisingly broad expanse of his muscular back and shoulders. he's not even flexing, and it's obvious that he's a world-class athlete. he's facing the closet, trying to find a shirt to put on, and it would be a semi-innocent photo, the pinterest-perfect photo inspo for every private not secret relationship out there, except for the fact that there are clearly faint, red lines — scratches — running down his back. you caption the photo with a "monday morning 🤍" (your insane fans spam the comment section to exclaim how they knew you two were still a thing... and to speculate that this photo is somehow an easter egg for an upcoming song/album. well, they're right: you two will always be a thing, and tobio dicked you down so good last night that you could write him a whole album.)
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩
"fuck," the word slips through his gritted teeth, and you can tell that your tobio is still upset about how your fans seem divided. half of them claim no one could ever make them hate tobio (you find those fans to be absolutely adorable), and the other half...
well, the other half are making slideshow posts to audios that go "some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world" and the ones that seem to go viral are always the ones that feature you and tobio.
"not hidin' you away." he mutters, never slowing down his thrusts. he admires the expression on your face as he fucks into you, his ego pleased with how receptive you are to his every movement. he has you speared on his cock, your tight little cunt full of him, your eyes getting so adorably teared-up because he's just a little bit too much for you to handle. tobio isn't good with words; he thinks you're the most beautiful girl to exist, but he can't verbalize it. so he just takes in your sweet, fucked-out face, the reaction only he's capable of drawing from you, and it all gets so overwhelming for him.
he has to bury his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your body wash as he continues to bully his cock into your soaked pussy. "why's it bad if i want to keep you all to myself?" he's practically whining, and you think this would be so cute if only you weren't currently chasing after your release. or rather, tobio's forcing you to cum, whether you want to or not. it's not like you can stop him; tobio devotes himself to always ensuring that you finish before him. he likes the satisfaction of knowing only he can take care of you, and he especially likes the way his cock looks with you creaming all over it.
when he gets like this, all you can do is cling to him, your arms wrapped around his muscular build. when he gets rough with his thrusts, when his body gets just the slightest bit sweaty from the exertion (evidence of just how much work he puts into fucking you), you have to dig your manicured nails (the set he paid for) into the skin of his toned back. otherwise, you'd lose your grip, and your hands would slip off.
tobio relishes the slight stinging pain of your nails scratching down his skin. but the scratches aren't enough. he needs to make you cum. when you get so caught up in your climax, you start clawing at him as you lose control. he loves the scratches you leave on him; it's proof that he's yours just as much as you are his.
౨ৎ ATSUMU MIYA
haters are saying: that you're just using atsumu for content. you're a gold digger. you're not genuine. you're not "wifey material." spectators are claiming that atsumu is playing worse than before because he's too "pussywhipped" for you. well, he likes to cheekily admit to you that he is addicted to your pussy, but they're wrong about everything else. obviously. however, the haters are feeling very vindicated whenever they see atsumu hasn't been posting you as much. (you're traveling for a new vlog series on your page, but no one knows.)
he posted: a mirror selfie. which isn't breaking news. atsumu miya always breaks the internet when he posts a mirror selfie because the only thing worse than a hot guy is a hot guy who knows he's hot. no one is a stranger to the sight of a post-workout, sweaty, shirtless atsumu, who flaunts his tight abs and muscular thighs with a steamy mirror selfie. but this photo? this one is going triple platinum. it's going down in history. this selfie is taken in dim lighting; the curtains in the background are drawn shut, he's got one hand gripping his phone (making the phone look tiny in his big hand), and he's got one arm wrapped around you. it's not an innocent hug, though. he's cupping your ass, and the phone in front of his face does nothing to shield his satisfied smirk. you're clad in nothing but lacy lingerie from a designer who loves to sponsor you, and you're clinging to his side, almost like you can't even stand without his support. it's clear that the two of you definitely were... appreciating the work your favorite designer put in when they created that lacy set.
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩
"what do you think?" you're smiling at him, knowing damn well what he's thinking.
atsumu looks up at you, reflexively licking his lips as he takes in the sight of you wearing a new set of lingerie that you just got delivered. it leaves little room for imagination, and the material looks so delicate, atsumu is already thinking about how he'll have to apologize to the designer for ripping it off of you.
"i think I'm the luckiest man alive right now." atsumu is shameless in the way he's admiring you, the way the setting sun still peeks through the curtains, enveloping your body in a delicious golden glow as you inch closer and closer to him.
in a matter of seconds, he's pulling you on top of him, placing wet, sloppy kisses over any centimeter of your skin he can reach. when you make a move to slip off the panties, he protests.
"leave 'em on f'me, baby. please?"
he fucks you with you still wearing the lingerie set. your breasts are spilling out of the bra, and all he did was move your panties to the side so he could stretch you out with his cock.
"fuckin' idiots, tellin' me you're not good enough to marry. i'll show 'em what a good girl you are, right? gonna put a ring on your finger, and make you my wife." he's fucking his cock into you, making sure that your cute cunt knows who it belongs to. "gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart. no one's gonna say shit about our family, huh? 'cause i won't let 'em."
your cunt clenches up so nicely with every comment he makes that atsumu knows he has to make all those pussydrunk promises come true.
౨ৎ TETSUROU KUROO
the tabloids are posting: paparazzi photos of you — the socialite daughter of the man who owns the msby black jackals, and jva's promotion division's golden boy, tetsurou kuroo. it's late at night, and the two of you are clearly leaving a party celebrating the success of another eventful volleyball season. you're wearing the iconic ysl heels with a black mini-dress that honestly should be called a micro-dress. your hair is a mess, you're walking like your knees are struggling not to wobble, and walking three steps behind you despite his longer stride is kuroo; his tie is crooked, his cheeks are flushed, and he has a grin that says something like i just fucked one of the richest bratty heiresses in japan, and i left her wanting more. the amount of blind items that are allegedly alluding to you and kuroo are being spread all over tiktok. one reads, "this sports club heiress was seen exiting a party with this semi-known marketing mastermind who works in the sports industry. apparently, they couldn't keep their hands off each other, and no one can recall seeing them together during the party; everyone only caught glimpses of them running away from the festivities together."
you posted: a photo slideshow on instagram of your absolutely iconic outfit from the party, only these photos were clearly taken before the party. your hair is done, your makeup is perfect, and your caption states don't believe everything you read. the last slide is a screenshot of an online headline speculating about your "new man" with a photo of a grinning kuroo from that night. the reason why this makes everyone go insane is because you're no stranger to a scandal — this is, however, the first time you've ever addressed a headline.
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩
"hurry up," you hiss, your eyes darting from left to right as you make sure no one is nowhere near the secluded corridor kuroo somehow managed to find.
"y'know, i thought girls were supposed to like guys who don't blow their loads prematurely." even when he's bullying his cock into your slicked up cunt, savoring the way your sensitive walls are clenching around his dick, tetsurou has a very annoying habit of still sounding entirely in control. for someone who can't keep his hands to himself when it comes to you, he's irritatingly great at playing nonchalant.
but he's just a man, after all. he might tower over you, his large body shielding you from any prying eyes, and he might know your body so well that he can bring you to completion twice (once with his fingers curling against that special spot of yours, and another one so rudely wrung out from you when he slid his cock in your orgasm-recovering, overly sensitive pussy) in just the fifteen minutes he's been toying with you tonight, but you know that he must be feeling something. you saw him shift his pants the moment his eyes met yours from across the room, when his eyes travelled down your body and followed the way your dress emphasized the curvatures of your body.
"if you don't finish right now, i'm not going to let you cum inside." you threaten him, trying to steady your voice as you bite back a moan. it'd be a major issue if the two of you got caught, with the volleyball association's golden boy being buried balls-deep inside a sports team owner's bratty daughter.
with every sharp snap of his hips, kuroo is only forcing more slick to come gushing out of your pussy. he can't even take the time to admire the white ring you left around his cock; he's too focused on chasing after his release because he didn't get to where he's at by not being opportunistic.
"if i cum inside, you have to keep it in your panties the whole night. you wouldn't want that, would you?" he sounds a little breathless now, his pace quickening as his thrusts get sloppier. he's smiling at you, that damn annoying smile that makes you want to roll your eyes or insult him. but your body betrays you. his grin only widens when your pussy tightens up at the idea of having his cum soaking in your panties while you interact with people at this party. a dirty little secret shared only between you two.
he lets out a breathy chuckle at your body's betrayal. "okay, princess. since you want it so badly, i guess i better give it to you."
you could practically cum again the minute you feel the warmth of him finishing inside of you. you're a spoiled brat who gets what she wants, and while you refuse to admit it, you want him. all of him.
and he's going to give it to you.
౨ৎ WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA
the media is going crazy over: the fact that ushijima is the type of person who doesn't clarify anything because he just assumes that everyone can read his mind. he's blunt, sure, but he's not really the type who does much explaining. after the first game of the season, an interviewer asks him if he enjoyed spending the off-season with you, his girlfriend and one of the most beloved, fan-favorite WAGs of all time. ushijima stares straight into the camera as he states in his usual deep, flat rumble of a voice, "the off-season was successful, but she isn't my girlfriend anymore. thank you." and then he just walks off, like he didn't just drop the most insane piece of information ever?
he posted: a photo of an ultrasound that was clearly taken out of his wallet since it's thrown on the table in the background. he's holding it in his left hand, and the overhead lighting is reflected from the silver wedding band he's wearing. now that he's off the court, he's able to wear it. in typical ushijima fashion, there is no caption, but a picture is worth a thousand words. you're not his girlfriend. you're his wife, and soon to be mother of his child.
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩
"mmph — 'toshi!" you squeal out, your calves burning from the stretch as your beloved wakatoshi has your legs bent and spread for him. he's just so big that you'd never be able to handle all of him, and yet, here you are, bent into a mating press every night since the two of you have gotten married. you try to beg him to slow down, but words escape you as he buries himself into your pussy, letting out a deep, guttural groan as the warmth of your cunt coats his cock. there's no better feeling than this.
even if you could request for him to slow down, it wouldn't have mattered or made much of a difference. your husband has a one-track mind. when wakatoshi is set on a goal, it's hard to break his focus until he sees it to the end. and right now, wakatoshi's goal is to fuck a baby into you, to see you round with life because of the seeds he planted.
he's hunched over you, abs tightening and flexing with every sharp inhale of breath he takes. he's gonna fuck himself empty, going to keep filling your cunt with his seed 'til he's shooting blanks. his eyes glance at the ring he put on your finger before returning to admire your blissful expression and the way your body seems to have gone boneless from all the fucking he's had you endure.
"just a little bit longer." he manages to say, before forcing his cock in even deeper. "just have to make sure it takes."
౨ৎ TOORU OIKAWA
everyone is claiming: long distance relationships never last. when oikawa makes the shocking announcement that he is no longer a japanese citizen, everyone immediately wondered what that meant for the future of your relationship. does that mean it's over? officially? if oikawa is leaving behind his hometown, then by default, is he leaving you behind too?
he posted: a photo slideshow, only most of the images were clearly taken by you. the first one is of him driving; the two of you are in his convertible, and he's wearing a white button down with most of the buttons undone. on the stark white of the shirt are kiss marks; the imprint of your lips lined with cherry-red lipstick are all over the material of his shirt and on his freshly-tanned skin. the other photos are of what you two ate for dinner, the sunset from the beach, and a selfie of you two looking more in love than ever. fans are quick to point out the massive hickey on your neck, and tooru tags you in a reply to the top comment that points it out, and he's saying "you missed a spot babe." you reply back, "i ran out of concealer because you gave me too many to cover"
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩
"i missed you," your boyfriend mumbles into your soft skin. tooru can get so clingy when he goes long periods without seeing you, and you indulge him because he's tooru. he's got his face buried in the space between your shoulder and neck, and his breath is warm against your skin as he speaks.
"everyone is saying i'm abandoning you, but that's not true." he whines.
"i know, baby. i don't care." you laugh softly, absentmindedly playing with the soft strands of his hair. he settles into you, and it's almost sweet, until he starts nipping at your skin.
"tooru, what are you doing?" you can't find it in yourself to chastise him too harshly, but you do have to restrain yourself from pulling back.
"jus' want to show everyone that you're still my girl." he peers up at you, licking his lips. "you'll let me do that, won't you?"
tooru bites and sucks at your skin, sharp canines grazing your soft flesh. he sucks at your most sensitive areas while he works his fingers in and out of your gushing cunt. when he pulls his fingers out and holds them up, so the sunlight can shine and really highlight how much of your juices is coating his digits, he smiles. his girl gets this wet just from him marking you up?
as he sucks on his fingers, relishing in the way you taste, he can't help but be happy to know that no matter how far away the two of you are from each other (for now), you're still his girl.
౨ৎ RINTAROU SUNA
your fans are telling you: suna doesn't care about you. suna doesn't put forth any effort into your relationship. suna literally streams on twitch during the off-season yet he can't seem to ever post you?? suna doesn't deserve you. suna—
suna is a lot of things, but nothing like the deadbeat, ashamed boyfriend allegations. in fact, all your well-meaning fans are so far off on how he treats you that you and him get a good laugh from the outrageous conclusions they've jumped to.
you posted: a photo of rintarou with his head on your lap, and you've got your fingers playing with his hair. it's a sweet photo, really. except for the fact that you decided to pair it with an audio that's a snippet of a song that goes "he's so pretty when he goes down on me" and a caption that reads this song is so relatable 🤍
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩
anyone who thinks rintarou is a selfish lover, a lazy lover, someone who merely tolerates you or is ashamed to be with you... they clearly don't know either of you very well.
because even when he's exhausted from practice, rintarou comes home craving you. craving your sweetness, your warmth, your love — and your pussy. he's obsessed. rintarou suna loves to eat you out, and he does it with such passion, such enthusiasm, that it's hard to refuse him, even if he's been going at it for the past hour.
your juices are leaving a stain on the bedsheets, and your slick is coating your inner thighs. it doesn't help that rintarou is messy with his technique. he needs your legs spread for him, granting him easy access for him to just dig in. he's still in his practice jersey, and when he feels your grip loosening from the strands of hair you're tugging at, he'll slow down his pace, calming down to just tiny kitten licks while he peers up at you.
your head is thrown back in pleasure, and your hips have a mind of their own as they still jut forward, as if trying to bring your cunt impossibly closer to him. no need for that, really, seeing as how he craves to bury himself in your warmth, to suck on your cute little clit and have you humming all over his tongue.
"rinnie." you whine out, still subconsciously bucking up your hips. he smiles before resuming his original ministrations, gluttonous and greedy with how sloppy and hungry he is with you. if you're still capable of talking, then you're not too fucked out to not allow him to get his fill.
EGOIST 14.
PAIRING. Atsumu Miya x f!Reader
CW. plot, angst, sleeping around, atsumu's shenanigans
A/N. beep
-> MASTERLIST.
Atsumu might like you.
He probably does, but it feels weird and foreign coming out of his mouth, let alone being a thought in his mind.
Never would he have thought he’d have feelings for the likes of you. Romantic, at that.
You were annoying and pesky and there was a point in time where he’d hate being in a room with you. But somehow you made all of those nasty wants fade away.
He thought that it’d be easy being so fucked up towards you and steering away from your presence. But then you did avoid him. So he thought finally apologizing to you and not being a dick to you would finally free him. But again, it didn’t.
All of these weak attempts of getting away from you and these thoughts of you were pointless if at the end of the day, you’d still live in his head.
And you don’t even know what you do to him. You make him want to be a good person, to not sleep around with all these women. To tip his drivers. It’s gross and not like him at all. Every word he says to you doesn’t feel like him because every word is full of genuinity and kindness. And it’s scary.
Maybe that’s why he finds himself here. With Angie.
To try and get rid of the thoughts of you.
He’s naked beside her own naked body, as she rests her head on his biceps.
“I don’t know why you’re so caught up on her? Didn’t you bully the poor girl?”
“Mm, yeah, like in high school,”
She rolls her eyes before moving a delicate hand onto his chest.
“C’mon, why don’t we just make it official? I’m tired of hearing about her. That’s all you text me about nowadays,” she looks up at him as she pouts.
Hell no.
“Maybe in another life, sweetheart,” he smiles weakly, beginning to slip out of the bed, “Anyways, I have to go to practice, got the playoffs tomorrow.”
“Aw no, stay a bit,” Angie gives him her weak attempt at puppy eyes.
“You know I can’t,” he tugs on his last article of clothing before continuing, “And Angie?”
“Hm?”
“Lose my number,”
———
It’s a shame he had to break it off with her, she was one of his favorites. Not only that, he’s known her the longest. But sometimes things like that are for the better.
“Hey Atsumu,” your voice calls as he walks in.
It catches him off guard, but he returns the greeting, “Oh hey,”
He continues to the court, throwing his back down before beginning to hit his stretches. Atsumu watches as you speak to the coach, rambling about something oh so important on your clipboard.
His eyes wander up and down your figure. Part of him wonders what would’ve happened if you two didn’t stop the other night. Would you have given all of you to him?
Atsumu’s gaze follows you as you make your way to Hinata. Laughing and smiling, nodding your head before moving to the next player. Then the next, then to him. He doesn’t realize you’re in front of him until you actually say something.
“I just wanted to check in to make sure you had everything ready for the playoffs, clean uniform, any kneepads?” you asked, clicking your pen.
“Ah, yeah,” he replies, “if anything I just need a new towel I think,”
He watches as you write something down, “Alright, let me know if you need anything else,” you give him a brief smile before moving onto Sakusa.
The way the smile on your face instantly brightens at the sight of Sakusa ticks him off. But there’s not much he could do, not right now at least.
With a clap of Foster’s hands, all the men get up from their spots and make their way towards him, commencing the final practice before playoffs.
———
Even though you weren’t doing anything physically, you felt nearly as exhausted as the boys were and you instantly fell asleep when you got home.
And thank god that you did, if you were to sleep any later you might’ve just missed your last alarm. You’re nervous while you get ready. So nervous you can’t even eat breakfast, going for a yogurt drink in its place. You can feel your leg shake with anxiety as it holds on the brake at a stoplight.
After parking your car, you meet up with the guys as you all wait to board the bus. You can tell they’re just as anxious, if not more. Even if this is not their first playoff game, it still means so much and more to their career and for them.
You board the bus, setting your stuff down in the empty seat next to you. Taking your place at the window seat, you immediately open your phone and scroll through your socials. You post an Instagram story to the Jackal’s account as they all board.
After clicking send, you put your phone down. Time to finally catch up on sleep.
“Y/N,” or not.
“Can I sit here?”
When you look up you’re met with a man with a messy blonde mop of hair, smiling down at you.
“There’s like, 15 other seats you can choose from and not have a seating partner,” you reply.
“Yeah, I know. Just want to sit here, though,” he fake pouts.
You groan, “Fine,” you begrudgingly grab your bag and tuck it underneath your chair.
You squish your jacket between your head and window to create a makeshift pillow. You can feel his eyes on you, but ignore and let slumber take you under.
———
You don’t know that you have arrived until you are awoken by a rough hand patting your shoulder.
“C’mon,” Atsumu pushes, “we’re here,”
Holding yourself back from snapping at him, you grouchily gather your things and follow him out the bus.
You catch up to Foster and give him the itinerary for the day. The two of you discuss the day’s events as the rest of the guys follow behind you. The lot of you locate your spot in the practice gym before settling down.
You find a little corner to sit in and open your laptop up to review some of the latest matches of today’s opponents, EJP Raijins.
As you scratch notes onto your paper, you listen to the ambience of the guys practicing. The calling for the ball, the sound of skin hitting the ball back onto the ground.
When you’re in your zone, time flies insanely quickly. It’s scary, because you’re scared for the match. Plus it’s broadcasted on national television, and while you’re not the center of the attention, it’s still nerve wracking to think about.
After finishing what you’re able to, you hand the paper over to the coach, which he then quickly turns to the guys and informs them on the rival team’s techniques. You watch them and help guide them through new techniques and tactics they can use to counterattack.
They go back onto the practice court and try to practice said attacks. It’s talent, how easily these men can adapt to a situation.
You gnaw on the inside of your mouth as you watch the ball go from one side of the court to the other in a matter of seconds.
Before you know it, it’s time to go. The guys are changing into their clean uniform, fixing their appearances as camera guys begin to trickle in for any post-game interviews.
And then it’s go time, and you follow the rest of the guys as they find their way to the main stadium.
All the guys look confident, especially so with all the cameras on them. You put on your best “confident” face as well as you walk beside them.
As you find your spot at the Jackal’s side of the court, you join the team as they huddle up one last time. Coach Foster’s voice is loud and proud as he reminds the guys of what they have been practicing. You smile before giving them a sappy, “you got this!”
The men are excused, and you’re about to head for your seat when you hear his voice.
“Y/N,” he starts, causing you to look up at him, “if we win, you have to go on a date with me,”
© all writings belongs to suhkusa 2024. do not repost or change.
Who is that? A ghost.
JUJUTSU KAISEN / 呪術廻戦 Fluctuations, Part 2, "揺蕩-弐-"
your boyfriend cannot stop himself from kissing you all over. kissing you is his favorite thing to do - no matter when or where.
☀︎｜tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. suggestive, mild (to somewhat) nsfw, fluff. lots of kissing. lots and lots of kissing and loving. he fondles and gropes you everywhere basically. clingy satoru. tiny bit size difference (yes ok im a slut, what about it). body worship kinda. readers gets called ‘sweet / pretty girl, baby, princess’. beta read? what’s that.
you fell for it again; satoru told you it was only going to be a quick peck on the lips. ‘i promise, baby, c'moooon’ — you recall him begging in that whiny voice of his. that's all what was needed to make you putty in his hands.
“fine, but only one kiss, okay?” you gave in and walked over to satoru, climbed onto your shared bed and leaned in for a swift kiss—only for his strong arms to cage you in and never let go. it had been ten minutes since; the apartment was silent, except for the lewd sounds of your shared kisses and heavy breaths.
satoru’s soft hands are wandering everywhere. from cupping your cheeks to rubbing your sides and gripping your ass. the clock was ticking loudly, but the sound of it was drowned out by your moans. and satoru’s low, needy whimpers.
the appointment you were getting ready for had long slipped your mind.
“mh, you’re such a good kisser, baby,” the white-haired man sighs. he absolutely loves the way you follow the movements of his glossy lips—your head tilting to the side and back—automatically accomodating to satoru’s motions. he was kissing you with an urgent need. one you had never known or witnessed before, “more, ngh, need more of you, please.”
satoru was not letting up. you couldn’t blame him; it was easy to get lost in this warm and cherished moment of peace. his sweet kisses switched intensity—going from innocent kisses to sloppy ones, resulting in your chin dripping with a mixture of saliva.
you whine and straddle satoru’s lap which earns you a happy hum from your lover. that was his plan all along: to completely distract you from the fact that you had to leave the house. that you had to leave his side. others would call it annoyingly clingy, but satoru absolutely needs your lips on his.
he is sure that he would go insane if he spent a whole day without kissing you. an hour is already too long, if he is honest.
satoru would love to kiss you until the end of time. until death comes knocking onto his door. the last thing he desires to feel is your plump lips and wet tongue wrapped around his. a peaceful, warm death. one with no regrets.
“mhmmm, fuck, you taste so sweet.” satoru's eyebrow furrow in delight. he is nearly overstimulated by the taste of you. the way your small body clings onto him, your hands holding onto his jaw and sliding down his chest, your sounds of pleasure that only he could ever have the honour of hearing.
it was perfect. all of you was perfect.
your parted lips make way for his tongue again. satoru slips his tongue inside your mouth. it was tender, yet demanding. your throat tightens up and a choked moan fills his ears. his cold fingers make contact with the warm skin of your midriff. they were aiming at one place; your chest.
the one satoru loves to fondle no matter when or where. the same one he loves to use as a pillow every night.
“nnh, ‘toru, need’to breathe,” you are running out of air. the short gasps you took between the heated kisses were not enough to fill your lungs. but, it was addicting. the shortness of breath the two of you experienced only served as more proof of your love.
neither of you want to pull away—to pause the make out session for even what could be a split second.
the older man below you is hesistant. he does not want to let go of you. it's like you’re asking him to break up—that’s how much it hurts him to stop kissing you.
however, he felt a bit light-headed from the lack of oxygen as well. satoru pulls away, but not without sweeping his tongue over your bottom lip, lapping up the drool that dripped down the corners of your mouth.
his eyes are half-lidded and glazed over with both love and lust. you stabilise yourself by holding onto his broad shoulders and satoru rubs your back to help calm you down further. a ghost of a grin tugs at his lips. he surely is enjoying your adorable, exhausted demeanour. your chest was heaving up and down—his fingers sneaking to your front and wrapping around a breast to feel its tenderness.
“pretty,” satoru sighs. he takes the chance once your lips part to take a deep breath. his tongue quickly slips in, invading your mouth and exploring every inch before separating the two of you again. he can not go a minute without kissing you. you sure are like a drug to him, “thank you, princess.”
you are surprised by the sudden tongue kiss, but brush it off with a chuckle. you know how satoru is; not able to keep away from you in heated moments like these. his large hands fondling, groping and squeezing every area of your body only proves that point.
“thank you for what?” you ask, planting a soft peck on his lips. your boyfriend responds by holding the back of your head. he leans in for another kiss like a man depraved of any affection. you shudder and hold onto him like he there is no tomorrow. he does the same back, squeezing you against his chest.
satoru slightly tilts his head back to answer your question. his breath was hot on your mouth, a faint string of saliva hanging between your bottom lips. he can not hold the urge. he can not answer. his lips are already colliding with yours once more.
over and over. until the two of you were out of breath and needed a break again.
“thank you for being with me,” satoru answers in a quiet whisper. the pad of his thumb brushes back and forth against the waistband of the shorts you are wearing. there is an urge to pull them down and reveal those pretty little panties you are wearing, but his current priority is to feel your mouth on his.
until he gets enough. which is never. never in a million years.
“thank you for everything, honestly,” satoru continues and leaves a couple wet kisses down your neck. his hands do not leave your perfect body. he’s admiring every curve - every body part that had yet to be touched, “could have never believed that i’d end up with such a pretty girl. but, here i am, with the prettiest girl in the world in my arms.”
satoru had a way with words. one that left you flustered like crazy each time. he looks at you and that’s when you know that he means every word. his eyes were shining, even when half-lidded. the admiration in them more than just visible.
he looks at your face and body like he’s witnessing the world's greatest treasure. and that you surely are.
“stop saying that.” you giggle embarrassedly. you cover your mouth to hide your smile, though satoru is quick to grab your wrist and pull your hand away. he keeps holding onto your arm to prevent you from hiding your face from his sight. and to stop you from hiding your lips from his, of course.
the older man clicks his tongue, scolding you jokingly for trying to hide that precious smile from him. he kisses the corners of your lips, touch lingering against your hot skin, “how am i supposed to admire my pretty girl if she keeps hiding herself, hm?”
you squirm due to satoru’s flirty words. his gentle tone of voice is making you feel those tingles in your lower abdomen. there has not been a single moment in your relationship where your lover made you feel unwanted. it’s been the complete opposite every day.
“someone’s getting a bit squirmy, aye?” your boyfriend teases. he knows that the combination of his words, looks and actions make you weak in the knees. you always react like it’s your first time kissing and that is both endearing and amusing to him.
you can’t control your bodily reactions either. the sight of satoru beneath you is simply too much. his fluffy hair that sits messily due to your fingers that tugged and played around with the strands, his black top riding up to reveal a glimpse of his defined abs and happy trail. . . the faint blush on satoru’s cheeks and the needy look in his eyes.
you surely can’t leave him alone while he looks like that.
“shut up and kiss me already.” you respond with a huff. and so, satoru does. wasting not a single second. kissing you is his job—his passion. the only thing he ever craves for.
the room once again fills with noises of pure contentment, enjoyment and pleasure. it’s just you two in that moment—no one else mattered.
as long as your lips stay attached to each other, no one actually does.
caution: incredibly slutty use of birth control. MDNI.
Across the room comes the piercing, repetitive sound of an alarm.
You look to Sanemi in question, whimpering as the warm comfort of his body abruptly pulls away from you. The little cry of protest you make at the loss of his warmth tugs at his heart, but he’s got an obligation to see to. Jaw tight, Sanemi ignores the own ache he feels as he crosses the floor of the hotel room to rummage through your luggage, his cock painfully hard where it bounces against his abdomen.
It takes him only a second to find the small card lined with those tiny white pills. Quickly, he pops one free and holds it between his teeth, reaching to silence the alarm blaring on his discarded phone.
Pill wedged carefully between his teeth, Sanemi makes his way back to you and climbs onto the bed, knocking your legs apart with his knee.
He ignores your questioning look, too focused on the slightly swollen lips of your pussy, the glistening slickness of your own arousal mixed with his cum.
Fuck, he’ll never get enough of it.
Giving himself a firm pump, Sanemi lines his tip back up with your entrance and slides home once more. He resumes his pace with ease, fucking you as though he never stopped, while you writhe and moan beneath him.
“Hey,” he commands around the pill still perched between his teeth. The moment your eyes, hazy with pleasure, find his, Sanemi grabs your jaw. His fingers squish your cheeks as he surges toward you, closing his mouth roughly over yours.
Your lips part for him and Sanemi forces your birth control into your mouth, parting with one flick of his tongue against yours. He pulls back, his hands sliding under your ass, tilting your hips up as he settles in his knees.
Stunned, your mouth remains slightly open as you stare up at him, pupils blown wide.
“Swallow it.” Sanemi commands, forcing himself to hold your stare instead of letting his eyes fall to your breasts as they bounce with his movements. “Your birth control. Swallow it.”
When he does not see the telltale bob of your throat, Sanemi unlatches a hand from your ass and brings it to where your bodies are connected.
A graze of his nail of your clit makes you buck, but Sanemi slows his movements. “Swallow it.” He orders again, noting with some relish, the indignant scrunch of your eyebrows as he stops moving all together. “Do it, or else I won’t come in you.”
He’s dead serious and you know it. Still, the threat of him not filling you up the way he knows you need quickly turns your eyebrows up, your eyes widening with a plea.
Hastily, you swallow under Sanemi’s discerning eye. The moment the pill slides down your throat, you hold your tongue out for him, eager.
A pleased smirk settles on his lips and you clench around him. “That’s my girl,” he purrs, carefully drawing his hips back until only the tip of his cock remains inside you.
Sanemi’s hands anchor your hips. He rises slightly on his knees, bringing your lower half with him and pauses. A flick of his eyes to yours, and he slams forward, impaling you on the thick, full length of him.
what a whore.
gentle man — ushijima wakatoshi drabble (unedited)
ushijima wakatoshi was big. big in more ways than none, and they always say big men are either intimidating and distant or they're down bad needy for their women, ready to worship the ground they walk on.
and ushijima was both, but more so the latter.
without avail, he'd come home from practise every single day and bury his face into your tummy. rubbing his cheek against you and squeezing your plush thighs with his huge hands. he'd trap you against him with his bulky arms wrapped around you. outside your home, he was a big beefy silent guy, but at home in his comfort zone, he was the complete opposite. in your home, he would cling and follow you around like a puppy.
most days after he comes home, you would gently ask him about his day and inquire about how practise went. your fingers would run through his hair, gently soothing him to relax in your arms. you'd only get simple mumbles from him, which often made you giggle at his baby behaviour. he wasn't a man of many words, but mumbling was his way of saying that he's too relaxed to talk about some random stuff that happened in his day. not that he was much a talker to begin with.
and what you loved most was letting him nap on the bed before leaving ushijima to go cook a meal for him, only to find him barely a few minutes later pressed up against your back with his face in your neck, smelling and rubbing your hair and skin like you were gone for weeks.
"weren't you napping ushi?" your cute little nickname you gave him always made him feel relaxed and safe. "hm," he would hum and watch you cook his favourite meal before sitting down to enjoy the food you prepared for his growling stomach. "ushi try this," you would coo a 'say aaaa' and feed him something new from your plate. he'd chew it with a blank expression and nod if he found it to his liking.
ushijima wakatoshi was a man of few words, but at heart, he was your gentle bear who showed his affection with touch rather than words. and with a pat of your head and kiss to your forehead, another day of practise would take place, and you would be there longing his towering gentle presence in your home.
𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — BONTEN
↳ PAIRING: Manjiro Sano + Haruchiyo Sanzu + Rindou Haitani + Ran Haitani + Hajime Kokonoi + Kakucho Hitto x F! Reader (she/her)
↳ TYPE: drabbles
↳ WARNINGS: light NSFW, suggestive, fluff/humor, heavy grammar errors
↳ SYNOPSIS: Your daughter walks in the bedroom late at night while you and your husband are trying to... get it on.
↳ AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is probably bad but i wanted to write this so yeah this was the outcome lmfao. also, this is for my darling may <3 i know you've been going through it honey, but i promise it gets better. so i hope the bonten weirdos make you smile.
𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎
“Why’re you up, baby?”
Mikey’s voice echoed from the bedroom. His figure darkened in the low silhouette but the faint dim of the lamp was able to capture his tired glow. Sighing, he slowly slid off his pants cautiously, where you eyed his movements. His eyes portrayed nothing but empty hues—and you grabbed ahold of his wrist, pulling him on top of you in an instant.
Gasping, he furrowed his brows. “Ba—baby?!” He called out carefully, widening his eyes before you peppered lips across his jawline. He sighed in contentment, allowing the fulfillment to take in before your fingers trailed across his bare chest, swirling circles as he hummed in amusement. He grinned; mood shifting from nothing but a shock to a rise of pleasure from mere touches.
“I’ve been impatient,” you noted.
“I see,” Mikey chuckled, dipping his lips close to yours, and he shifted on the blanket, furiously pushing it to the side. His clothed erection met your sensitive spot, causing you to throw your head back against the pillow. “Waitin’ for me, pretty? Let me reward you for being so cute and sexy.”
“You flatter me,” you joked.
“Anything for my sweet, precious wife,” Mikey said, leaning back to bite on your bottom lip. “M’gon’ ruin you all fucking night, you—”
“Daddy!”
In an instant, Mikey rolled over to the edge of the bed, nearly tumbling down to the floor on his chest. Heaving, his eyes shifted to the bedroom door, where his child fumbled in with tear-stained eyes. Aggressively, he rummaged to his pants, shakily putting them on in hopes of quickly hiding his large bulge peeking from his underwear.
“What is it, baby girl?” Mikey cooed, voice brightening. “You should be sleeping at this hour.”
“Buuut,” his little girl whined, fighting back a cry. “I didn’t get to see Daddy before I went to bed and I got scared he was gone forever.”
“Oh, sweet dove,” Mikey pouted, quivering his bottom lip while shoving his pants further up his lap. Soon, he inched a hand to have his child run over to him, where he playfully bit her earlobe only to have her cry out nothing but enchanting giggles. “Daddies need to sleep too, and mama has to get her rest, yeah? But I’ll always come home to my girls. Especially for you—” Mikey poked his child’s nose; a giggle was returned. “—since I can’t survive without my sweet dove by my side!”
The young child grinned. “Bedtime story before I go back to Dreamland?”
Mikey smiled, closing his eyes. “One story, lovely. Then it’s off to bed, ‘kay? Daddy has work in the morning.”
“Okay!”
Your daughter ran away into the hallway, singing along a song about ice cream before you let out an exhausted sigh, running a hand across your forehead. Soon, your lips were met with Mikey’s, where he rubbed a hand against your clothed thighs, eventually teasing around your sensitive buds hidden beneath the pajama top as his fingers worked his way up. Groaning in dissatisfaction with his tease, Mikey smirked, rubbing his nose against yours.
“Wait for me, my love,” he whispered. “Won’t take long. I will be yours all night tonight.”
𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔
Sanzu trailed in, tip-toeing across the floor so that the gentle creaks wouldn’t awaken his daughter in the next room. Sighing deeply, he walked into the shared bedroom where he took in the liberty of shaking his legs out of his pants. Groggily, he noticed your sleeping figure—only to smirk when your eyes fluttered open at his sight.
He stood out from the pale moonlight peeking in through the windows. “Couldn’t sleep without me, angel?” Sanzu noted with a grin. “Love that you wait for me but you need to rest too.”
“You take too long to undress,” you snarled playfully before grabbing ahold of his waist and his eyes widened, watching you nibble across the band of his underwear while rubbing your hand against his clothed erection. “Making me more impatient as the clock ticks.”
“Oh, dear,” Sanzu smirked cheekily, leaning in close to bite on your earlobe. “You’re eager for me, aren’t you?”
Slowly, he placed kisses along your jawline, causing you to giggle before his hands took note of your breasts, and he rubbed along the sensitive bud underneath the silky pajamas he bought you a week ago. Nothing satisfied him more than hearing your breathy moans—all from the gentle touch of his fingers, where they slowly trailed down to the hem of your panties before he eased you further into the bed.
“M’gonna ruin you tonight. Got the day off tomorrow, so,” Sanzu chuckled close to your ear, slowly grinding into you. “It’s only you and—”
“Daddy?”
The young feminine voice echoed throughout the hall, where Sanzu’s eyes enlarged before he quickly hopped off to grab ahold of his clothes. His legs shuffled through his pants right before the bedroom door slowly opened, where his eyes met with his younger daughter—wearing nothing but unicorn pajamas with wide-saddening eyes.
“Oh, princess!” Sanzu called out, running a hand through his hair. “It’s very late, you know? Daddy needs to get his sleep too. Why aren’t you being a good girl and staying in bed now?”
Your younger daughter whined with a pout. “Because Daddy didn’t get to sing me a lullaby before bed.”
Fighting back a snort, you turned away as Sanzu eyed you cautiously before standing up. He bent down, grabbing ahold of his daughter as she wailed out for mercy before he peppered kisses all over her forehead. Sanzu began singing a song about flying cars and how he was the toughest daddy in the world, only to hear nothing but happy giggles from his daughter’s lips.
“You better fight Uncle Mikey then, baby girl,” Sanzu pouted, furrowing his eyebrows. “Because he keeps me away from you and mama,” he placed a finger on his daughter’s nose before gasping. “How about I sing you two lullabies before bed? That way my baby can fall asleep and I can go off to bed with mommy, then?”
“Okay!” Your daughter cried out with a grin before Sanzu placed her down.
She scurried out of the room, nearly skipping out the door. Sanzu sighed, shaking his head tiredly before gazing back at you, smirking with a shrug. You watched him lean in to bite your neck harshly, soon to keep his hands on your breaths as he continued to rub your buds underneath the cloth—you groaned to his ears; he smirked at that, and Sanzu pulled away, whistling a cheeky tune.
“Don’t fall asleep on me yet, pretty,” his tongue stuck out. “I still have to eat my dessert before bed.”
𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈
Inching his way further into the bedroom, Rindou made his way to the shared bed before he could let out a tired exhale. Slowly, he undressed from unbuttoning his top to removing his pants, and your eyes opened at the sight of him. He watched you, hungrily, only to have him shake his head and sigh.
“Sorry I’m late, baby,” Rindou pouted. “Missed you—but aren’t you tired?”
“I am,” you responded. “I was waiting for you.”
“Angel, I love you, but you must be tired ‘cause our little princess can keep you up all day,” he chuckled with a nod. “I’ll get in bed with you then we can—”
You grabbed a hold of his wrist, where his top was only halfway buttoned. Rindou fought back a yelp of surprise and he tumbled on you, where you perked up to place your lips along his jaw, nibbling on his skin. Fighting back a quiet moan, his head shook to where his own lips can play along with your neck.
“Feisty, I see?” He chuckled deeply, placing his hand further down to meet with your panties. “Even wore my favorite color too—someone had been waiting for me.”
“Shut up.”
“Love you,” Rindou grinned, only to push a kiss onto your lips while he slowly rolled his hips into you, causing you to quietly moan against his mouth. His eyes widened as he started to push the top up so he could place kisses underneath your breasts. “Quiet now, baby. Don’t wanna wake the little one up now, do we?”
“Aah Rindou,” you let out a shaky breath, where his tongue trailed along your chest. “Please, touch—”
“Daddy! Are you there?”
“The hell?” He quipped, and in an instant, Rindou jumped off the bed immediately where he grabbed onto his crumbled pants on the floor as you shuffled beneath the blanket. The bedroom door widened, where your younger daughter stood there crying with her dog stuffed animal in her hands. During the bits of her cries, Rindou attempted to throw his pants on in the midst of the crisis.
“Baby girl, what is it?” Rindou asked; his voice reaching a high peak—only meant for you and his daughter to hear. “Bad dream? Did the scary monsters wake my little princess up on her way to Dreamland?”
“Daddy,” she cried out. “I missed you. You got eaten by the big wolf in my dream.”
Fighting back a laugh, you covered your mouth as Rindou blinked absentmindedly. He coughed into his fist, only to pout with large eyes. “Oh nooo, that’s so sad,” Rindou gritted his teeth, unsure of how to properly respond. “But I’m here now. Daddy’s alive and well.”
Your young daughter ran to throw her hands around Rindou’s neck, where she let out a muffled sob into his shoulder. “Daddy’s tough. He can fight anyone, can’t he?” She cried out, and Rindou bit his bottom lip from laughing. ‘If only you knew, sweetheart,’ he thought. “I want Daddy to be with me forever.”
“And I will always be with you and mama, ‘kay?” Rindou grinned, placing kisses on her forehead. “Let me read you a bedtime story and I promise that I will fight the big nasty wolf in your dream this time.”
“You will?”
“Anything to protect my little girl.”
“Yay!” She yelled out loud, clapping her hands before skipping out into the room. “Bedtime story with Daddy!”
Rindou’s eyes twitched once the bedroom door slammed shut. He turned to you, raising a brow. “M’not sure if she really had a nightmare, to begin with… or if she’s playing an act for a bedtime story, but…” his voice trailed off, where his smirk fell onto you.
“Don’t leave our daughter waiting,” you said.
Rindou grinned, where he threw his palm across your clothed clit and he nibbled along your shoulders. You watched him rub his clothed erection from his wrinkled pants with an undone belt. He laughed in amusement, clearly finding your reaction to be pleasurable to his ears as desperate moans quietly escaped your lips.
“Can’t keep my beautiful wife waiting either,” he winked. “Stay up for me, my angel. Won’t be long.”
𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈
Watching your body snake underneath the covers, Ran chuckles while shaking his head, slowly removing his tie. He took note of your sleepy figure, with your dousy eyes and slight heavy breathing—only to be showered with his kisses all over your face which caused your eyes to wriggle open from Ran’s gentle acts of affection. He laughed, removing his blazer before tossing it to the black chair next to him.
“Go sleep, baby,” Ran stated, running a hand through his hair. “Our little one must’ve kept your cute ass up all morning, yeah?”
“She kept me up all day, actually,” you argued, shaking your head before dipping back into the comfy pillow.
Ran chuckled in amusement, following suit while he wriggled out of his pants. Your eyes scanned him; tender bruises ranging from small cuts as you recalled the moments he spoke to his younger daughter that he could fight a bear and was a tough man. Almost hilarious. Right when he leaned over the edge of the bed, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Time for bed, hottie,” he joked.
Right before he tucked himself to the other side of the bed, you grabbed ahold of his neck and swung him around to where your body rested on top of him. He parted his lips, groggily raising his eyebrows only before he puckered his lips in suit, and he grinned cheekily, rubbing his hands against your sides.
“Oh?” Ran’s head tilted. “What a pleasant surprise, cutie. Didn’t think you had enough energy in you.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
Your response caused him to push forward; lips smacking one another, and his hands slowly dipped down the crook of your back only to meet his palm near your hips. He tousled over the sheets, straightening his lips with your warmth sensitive spot hitting his growing erection.
Ran decided to cave in, kissing down your jawline only to rub his teeth against the sweet skin—with moans of delicacy barely fanning out from your lips. The sound he found entertainment in hearing—just right before he could pinch your skin with his fingers while he chuckled grimly beneath your grasp.
“Actin’ so sexy for me, yeah?” Ran noted. “Just all for—”
“Daddy… are you home?”
Ran’s eyes enlarged where he tossed you over the bed, causing you to yelp out in response, dragging the blanket down with you. He shuffled alongside the wrinkled covers, only to grab onto his pants and crinkled top. The bedroom door slowly creaked, where his youngest daughter peeked in to see her father’s pants undone and a hurriedly rushed-on white top.
“Hey, sweetie,” Ran chuckled, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “What’re you doin’ up, love? It’s past bedtime for you! The bunnies are gonna miss having their queen in their dreams, aren’t they?”
Your younger daughter clutched onto her stuffed animal, running towards Ran as you managed to cover your body with the thin blanket.
“Daddy, I had a nightmare…” she pouted, staring down.
“Oh, no, baby!” Ran gasped playfully, picking up his daughter before placing her on his lap. He shook her around joyfully, humming a quiet tune. “My sweet girl, you must’ve been so scared. The bunnies didn’t protect you in your nightmare? I’ll have to teach them a lesson then!”
“Can you sleep with me, Daddy? I’m too scared…”
“Mama can’t be on her own either,” Ran laughed, only to ignore the pillow thrown at the back of his head from your mild protest behind him. “Say, let me read you a bedtime story, and I’ll stay in your room until you fall asleep. I’ll even turn the other nightlight on for you, sweetheart. How’s that sound?”
Your daughter sighed, covering her eyes. “You’ll stay with me forever, right?”
“Of course, my princess,” Ran kissed her forehead. “Run to your bedroom and I’ll be chasing right after you, okay?”
Slowly, the younger one kept a hold of her pout, where she dragged the stuffed animal onto the carpet to meet her exit to the bedroom door. Once the door closed, Ran exhaled deeply before shaking his head. He watched you struggle onto the bed, heaving out an annoyed breath while he giggled darkly, only to place a harsh push on your chest.
“Be a lil’ more patient for me, yeah?” Ran spoke close to your lips. “Then I’m gonna bite and love you all night, beautiful.”
𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈
He tiptoed into the bedroom, darting his eyes back at his daughter’s bedroom door, which was closed shut and Kokonoi was able to peek out the small bits of illumination coming from her nightlight. Exhaling sharply, he closed the door behind him to see you glancing back at him; the lamp still dimly lit and he shot a puzzled look.
“You’re still up, baby?” His eyebrows furrowed. “Thought that you fell asleep already. Our little princess must’ve kept you up all night, hasn’t she?”
Your head shook, following a sigh. “She has. Talking about how she wants Daddy to buy her this new dollhouse and all that.”
“Oh, really?” He chuckled while undoing his belt. “You’ll get mad at me for spoiling her too much. M’gonna tone that down just a bit.”
“Really?”
“Don’t want you getting too feisty on me,” his eyes rolled.
Kokonoi gasped once you grabbed his wrist, pulling him close to where your lips barely fanned alongside the hem of his underwear. Starting to protest, but only to stop himself before running his hands along your side, where Kokonoi trailed the tips of his fingers around the curves of your breasts—a good show, only hidden beneath the sweet, expensive pajama top you bestowed in front of him.
“I take that back,” Kokonoi smirked. “Kind of want that feisty side of you right now, pretty.”
Kneeling up, his lips connected with yours, where his tongue begged for entrance in an instant once he swiped it across the plump lips. Hands tucked into your shorts, with his fingers toying with the top of the thin panties. Groaning once your palm pressed against his erection, he dipped his head down; mouth pressed against the neck.
“So perfect, beautiful, amazing...” Kokonoi whispered, voice carved to meet for your ears only. “And I get to have you all for—”
“Daddy! Dada!”
Without warning, Kokonoi pushed you into the bed and flipped the blankets over your body. “Shit,” he swore, rummaging through his pants, continuing to curse underneath his breath when the belt was sloppily unbuckled. With the bedroom door creaking open, he swept close to the floor, where he shot an innocent grin towards his younger daughter.
“Hi, my pretty lady,” he started. “Why are you up at this—”
“Daaaaddy!” She let out a howling sob. “A big green monster chased me in my dreams!”
“Oh, darling,” he pouted, holding his arms up for his daughter to sprint over immediately. She began to wail; his hands tucked close behind her neck as he softly sang a song about money falling from the trees—and Kokonoi ignored your glare at him for that. “I’ll always protect my girls. You and mama are everything to me, angel.”
“I can’t go to bed without Daddy!”
“You’re a big strong girl, sweetie,” Kokonoi shushed her carefully to where he poked her cheek. “Let me sing you a lullaby before you go to bed. How’s that sound, honey?”
She let out a quiet wail. “Please protect me, Dada.”
Kokonoi grinned, kissing her forehead. “Always, princess. I’ll be your knight in shining armor. Now, run off to your bed and I will follow you.”
In an instant, her cry died down, and your daughter nodded aggressively; Kokonoi took note of that, and she hopped from his lap, only to dart out of the bedroom—she casually sang along to a song about talking trees before her voice vanished from the end of the hall. He stood up, shaking his head before twirling around to cup his hands around your waist.
Kokonoi bit your neck sweetly, just before kissing along the growing bruise. “I’m all yours soon, baby. Just stay up for me a little while longer, then I can love you ‘til morning.”
𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎
Kakucho stomped on his cigarette right before walking into the door, only to dust off any bits of the tobacco that had fallen on his top. Fighting back yawns, he made his way into the house—watching every bit of his movement as he waltzed his way up the stairs to avoid the floor creaking its way to waking either you or his daughter up.
Much to his surprise, his eyes widened when you tousled on the bed, sharing glances where he sent off a genuine smile. Eyes glistening from the light peeking in through the curtains—portraying nothing but concern.
“Why are you up, love?” He asked, unbuttoning his top while wriggling out of his office pants. “What have I told you about getting some proper sleep? I worry for your health too.”
“Just c’mere,” you slurred, fighting back an eye roll. “Missed you all day.”
“I missed you too, gorgeous,” he leaned in to kiss your cheek, only to have him hold back a scowl once you pulled him closer into the bed, where his body slouched on top of you. “Ah, love. You don’t seem tired at all, yeah?”
“Not at all.”
“Damn you,” Kakucho grinned, allowing you to sprinkle kisses along his jaw. “Fuck. Had to be beautiful, amazing, breathtaking, and perfect for me. You know I just can’t resist—”
“Mommy, I think Daddy’s home!”
“She’s not in bed?” Kakucho whispered sharply, before he did a swift roll of the bed. His hands darted for his top while he fiddled with the belt buckle of his pants, attempting to cover the small bit of his underwear peeking out. “Shit, shit, what the hell—”
“Daddy! I’ve been waiting for you!”
Before you could sit up and protest at your daughter, Kakucho laughed wholeheartedly while he took a seat on the bed. With the little one running up to him, his arms held onto her tight; giggles arousing the air, nothing but sweetness to your ears, and he shook his head in displeasure. This earned a pout from your daughter.
“And tell me, why are you up, honey?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows. “Bedtime was a while ago for you. I don’t want you stayin’ up late for Daddy, now.”
“I wanted you to tell me the bedtime story of the Gingerbread Man, again,” she sighed, voice toning down. “It’s always the best when Daddy tells me bedtime stories before bed.”
Kakucho sighed, rubbing her head playfully. “You need to get some shut-eye too, sweetie. You’re gon’ make me worry for you and have me go bald.”
“You’d look funny.”
“Exactly,” he quipped before poking his nose with hers; a laugh followed suit from her lips. “Let’s get you to bed. And I’ll read you the story all over again but then it’s bedtime for you, alright?”
“Fine,” she exhaled while letting out a yawn right after.
Your daughter walked over to the door before hurriedly running down the hallway, already in the mind of picking up all her toys from the floor. And Kakucho shook his head while glancing towards you gazing at him with knitted brows. “Parenting’s no joke, huh?” You said, only before he leaned in to dust kisses along your neck.
Kakucho sprinkled his kisses down to your collarbone, nearly nibbling on the skin while his fingers ghostly tickle your jawline. “And my love for you is no joke, either,” he cooed. “Now wait for me until I get back, gorgeous. Then I’m all yours for the night.”
tags: @spoofybun @sonder-paradise @duckiichan @nullified-kiss @ravenina14 @3-am-depression @manjirose @feralfordazai
𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙎. ᴛᴏᴍᴀɴ + ʙᴏɴᴛᴇɴ
just famous boyfriend privileges...
ft; bonten!mikey, athlete!draken, designer!mitsuya, rockstar!baji, streamer!chifuyu, actor!ran, model!rindou, p0rnstar!sanzu, businessman!koko
includes: fem!reader, slightly suggestive for haitani brothers + koko, and highly suggestive for Sanzu.
a/n; I wanna be their little gf pls LOWKEY WANNA BE DRAKEN'S NBA WIFE?¿?¿?¿ Idk I'd be happy to be any of these tbh...
♡ MIKEY — already famous
- He is your scary dog privilege in the streets.
- But behind closed doors, this man is severely touch starved for you.
- He may be the biggest gangster in the streets but he loves being the small spoon when you're cuddling.
- As much as he wants you out of his activities, you insist staying by his side.
- What's important to him, is just as important to you.
- The capital seat at the meeting room is your throne. Basically yours, you seat on it more than he does. and all you do is look pretty, just distracting him and his men during a discussion.
- Everyday is always a date with him. You never run out things to do together.
- From indoor dinners, movie bingeing, card games, and swimming in your million-dollar penthouse's pool to late night drive down the city, impulsive out of country trips, and trips to his favorite private spot at the beach.
- Although he disappears at times, it is to solely protect you from the dark impulse he had pent up, not wanting to have you around when he has burst outs.
- With you by his side, your relationship is a beautiful adventure.
- You're his escape, a constant reminder that there is still beauty in his life— someone worth holding on to.
♡ DRAKEN — the athlete
- We're not talking the university varsity boy, no.
- A professional athlete.
- You're the first person he looks for after training, and you're always ready to freshen him up.
- You're his number one cheerleader, cheering him on every score he makes and entrance in the court.
- The courtside front row is your throne.
- Wearing his jerseys, showing off that “DRAKEN” text above the number to show off you're his.
- Basically, you're an NBA wife in the making, yes.
- Cameras love you, showcasing the star player's pretty girlfriend.
- Training dates!
- Watching or joining him on training, forcing his personal trainer in getting used to having you around.
- Draken always takes you wherever he has a game, as he considers you his strength during matches.
- and when the team wins, he takes you with them to have a celebration party.
- and to show his gratitude, he'll treat you like a queen for the rest of your trip.
- Buying you anything you'd like, taking you anywhere you want, simply spoiling his number one.
♡ BAJI — the rockstar
- You're the rockstar's girlfriend, congratulations, what's that like?
- It all started when he made a mixtape entirely for you, easily capturing your heart.
- You often attend his band practices, getting a first listen to their singles and recordings.
- He is the bassist. and bassists typically have the reputation of being the favorite one in the band (next to the lead vocalist).
- and he was no exception to that.
- Girls at their live shows go overly crazy for him.
- You knew that, letting their screams of adoration slip as you didn't mind them.
- But throwing their bras at your man?
- Well, that's kinda hilarious.
- Baji just throws them to the vocalist anyways, and continues to play, occasionally keeping eye contact with you in the VIP lounge of the venue.
- Blows you kisses and sends winks, making the fangirls go crazy, thinking it was for them; which, you find particularly funny.
- But they all go silent when the setlist comes down to that one song— the tune he wrote specifically about you.
- He always looked forward to performing it live, as he gets to sing it especially to you in front of a crowd.
- But as the chords started play, with he could only focus on you entirely; pouring his heart into the lyrics as he sweetly offered them to you.
- They may perform it from night to night on different cities, but you'll never get tired of the beautiful masterpiece made for you, and still can't believe is loved by many others.
- You two have your own special bunk in the tour bus so you can share, leaving the other members jealous as they only get to have the cramped beds.
- But they genuinely adore their bassist's girlfriend; welcoming you as one of their best buds.
- Will teach you how to play the bass when you ask, which he'd been secretly hoping for sometime now.
♡ CHIFUYU — the streamer
- You make occasional appearances in his streams to play together, which his viewers love.
- The chat drowning in Hi's and Hello's every time you walk by the frame or leave Fuyu snacks and drinks.
- You're definitely a mod on his Discord server.
- His fans sometimes make edits and fan arts of the two of you, which you save and cherish dearly.
- While there are people who love the two of you together, there's also the ones who resent your relationship.
- Constantly posts you on his story to show em thirsty girls in his DMs that he's taken.
- Takes you to conventions and tournament events as his VIP.
- City walk dates every time he tours, even making a vlog for his channel to treasure the memories.
♡ MITSUYA — the designer
- now THISSSS
- we're talking.
- Firstly, you never run out of stuff to wear.
- Weirdly knows your measurements by heart from how much he's made clothes for you.
- You get first dibs on the first row seats on his runway shows.
- and he dresses you up all pretty too.
- Of course he's giving you the best pieces, almost outstaging his own models
- Complementing and matching outfits are a must everytime you go out together!!!
- You two make the articles and the "best dressed" lists.
- Taking you to runway shows and fashion week events.
- and the best one yet— he took you as his date to the fucking MET GALA when he got invited
- Slayed that event.
- Mitsuya loves spoiling you on trips he goes on.
- Which is a regular occurance. He loves his job so much, as he could do what he loves and still get to spend time with you.
- and your unconditional support means the world to him, he couldn't love you any more.
- Seriously thinking of proposing to you on your next trip to Paris...
♡ SANZU — the pornstar
- His contet started off solo.
- But his impressive performance somehow did amazingly well, making his way to stardom in the industry.
- You knew what he did for a living, cause, well, you were once just a viewer of him.
- So when you two got into a relationship, you didn't hesitate in making content with him when he asked to.
- Now, you have hundreds of thousands of people subscribed to you, with millions of views.
- You put out content at least twice a week but you had your own lives when you put the cameras down, of course.
- You spoil each other a lot with your hard-earned money.
- Mostly, he buys you the cutest lingerie sets you've been eyeing.
- and the most divulging ones he'd die to see on you.
- Getting recognized in public is really awkward, you got used to the— “Oh my god I know those people but I'm not gonna say from where” look.
- Livestreams... he gets feral during these.
- and you do go live regularly as well...
- Getting your pussy fucked on screen real-time is definitely one of the fan favorites.
- and yours, too, cause the donations ask not only to get you fucked by his cock but also some of the items from your impressive collection of sex toys.
- which you've been dying to try out every single one of, and every stream is that window of opportunity.
- One time, a donor asked him to do a line in between your breasts— which he did.
- and he's been obsessed since then, doing it regularly even off camera.
♡ RINDOU — the model
- Model boyfriend Rin... you're one damn lucky soul.
- You're always so mesmerized by his devastatingly handsome physique.
- So when he told you that he did modeling for a living, you weren't so surprised.
- He had quite the following and big brand partnerships, so you felt a little stupid when you didn't recognize who he was.
- Sends you the copies of his latest photoshoot to make it your wallpaper later on
- Always asks for your second opinion and lets you pick the headshots for his cv.
- You're basically his personal photographer, too.
- Loves to include you in his Instagram feed to show off the wonderful woman in his life.
- Well mainly to let the stalkers know he's taken.
- Lets you open brand deal packages with him and try them out together.
- Models' work is very unpredictable and often impulsive. You could be in the middle of lunch when his manager calls in for a photoshoot.
- Just like the other day, he was suddenly called in for a Calvin Klein photoshoot. He didn't wanna leave you alone and so he let you come on set.
- It's always a delight for him to have you at work, as he has all the inspiration he needed to get through the long shoot.
- Absolutely adoring the fresh photos displayed on the screen, beholding the beautiful sight of your boyfriend's fierce expression and poses.
- They let him keep the underwear along with some stuff afterwards, which you definitely tore off of him that night.
- Doesn't have a lot of friends in the industry, but when his close ones are with him, he doesn't make you feel left out, even showing off to them the love of his life.
♡ RAN — the actor
- His debut on the big screen was on a successful Netflix show you'd encouraged him to audition for.
- Since then, he'd have a huge following of people his performance and on social media.
- Your relationship with him isn't a secret but you two don't go flaunting each other either.
- He thought blancing being an actor and your boyfriend won't be an easy task.
- But with your support, you easily carried your relationship together.
- He hated paparazzis eyeing you around. Thankfully, that wasn't always the case. But when it happens, expect him to throw a coat over yourselves for privacy.
- You help him practice his lines at home, in the car, during a dinner date...
- He was beyond happy when you agreed to be his date at the red carpet premiere of his new movie.
- Everyone loved you, and the two of you together.
- On set visits are a regular occurrence. Bringing him food in his dressing room or to simply see your boyfriend and show up for support.
- and well, squeezing in a quickie in there, hopeing his co-stars and bosses didn't hear.
- You're more than alright with him kissing someone else for the film, It'ss his job. But, you just make sure you're not on set for that particular day.
- and he always, always asks you first.
- and when you happen to be on set, you make sure to give him a much, much better kiss when you get home...
- Takes you to award shows. You're automatically his date.
- Giving you the biggest kiss once the presenter announced his name, the camera panning to the two of you as everyone adored the sweet moment.
♡ KOKO — some sort of businessman.
- Owns one of the biggest night clubs in the city
- Along with numerous properties you're not sure what exactly are for...
- Makes deals and favors for people and meets rich personalities regularly.
- Basically, it's how he made a name of himself.
- You two are always at some luxurious hotel, spending the night at the best honeymoon suite after a fancy dinner.
- It makes you feel bad though that you're barely at your mansion, which is also an astonishingly lavish place.
- Shopping dates are your favorite. The both of you love strolling down designer outlets to buy yourselves (or each other) something nice.
- and after these, you bet there's gonna be a Versace on the floor later on tonight 😳😉
- That's not all, dating a rich man is living the premium life.
- He eventually gets you a black card of your own, even putting his last name as yours.
- Regular out of country trips. Craving for some Greek dish? This man takes you to the damn country. There's a summer festival in Bali? He's booking you tickets there. You feel like skiing? He's booking you plane seats to Canada right now.
- You also meet the other rich girlfriends and wives when Koko meets with their men.
- They secretly hate you, mainly for having your hands on the latest designer pieces, having a pass on the most exclusive places, and catching their mans' eyes...
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