Hellooo Amor Its Nice To Meet U !! ^ ^

hellooo amor it’s nice to meet u !! ^ ^ <3 omg i saw ur suggestions were open and i was thinking about kaji !! he’s always with enomoto & kusumi and i can imagine him trying to play off having a crush bc he doesn’t want you to know just yet, but those two ?? are absolutelyyy not letting that happen. as soon as you’re in sight, kusumi’s texting the entire gc and enomoto’s elbowing him in the side with a knowing smile— and he gets soo flustered and clammy 😭 he’s so cute

DID SOMEONE SAY CUPIDS?

Kusumi and Enomoto have to always look out for their grade captain, right? And that includes sneaking into Ren Kaji's love life. 0.8k fluff!!

The thing about REN KAJI is that he thinks he's discreet.

From stealing glances, opening doors, gifting you things, and even using his headphones less from worrying that you might grow tired of his "huh's" and "hm's" from not reading your lips properly, Kaji is sure that he is the king of discretion when it comes to hiding his growing crush on you.

Luckily for him, Kusumi and Enomoto know him better than he knows himself. They see the qualities, and the greatness in him that he sometimes fails to see. Of course, his 'strange' behavior towards you does not go unnoticed.

When first confronted about it, he shrugged. With a trembling voice and trying his best to feign disinterest, Kaji stated that no, he did not have a crush on you. "I treat Yn the same as I do everyone else, so don't go gettin' any funny ideas."

Ren Kaji doesn't feel anything for you, so why does he freeze whenever he sees you strolling around when he's on patrol? Why does his body temperature rise until he resembles a human oven and his face gets all red when you're nearby?

He's running out of excuses as the weather slowly gets colder and his friends invite you places with them more often. Kusumi and Enomoto share knowing glances as they turn to you, inviting you to accompany them on patrol.

When you agree, Kaji thinks he's going to burn the place down from how hot he feels, his face now a new shade of crimson. As you walked around with the three men, Kaji 'subtly' pulled his headphones from his ears, striking up a conversation.

If he was being honest with himself, your voice was better than any melody that rang through his earphones. Gosh, you could send him voice notes and those would be playing all day if it were up to him.

Kusumi and Enomoto slowed down their steps and got lost for a bit, unbeknownst to you and Kaji. You got so lost in the conversation that you didn't notice those two running to where you were, their hands behind their backs.

"Hey—let's go to Cactus Bakery! We could all use some sweets right now, right Kusumi?"

Kaji looked at them in confusion, as his vice-captains grinned from ear to ear. The whole walk towards Cactus he grew concerned as to what his classmates were planning, as they would not reveal what they hid.

"Yn! You mind going in and saving us a spot? We just needa talk to Kaji for a bit."

You nodded happily as you stepped inside the bakery, taking a seat as you waited for the trio to step inside. As soon as you were out of sight, Kusumi and Enomoto shared a look, then looked at Kaji.

Kusumi's arms were now in front of Kaji, a small box of chocolates in them. He handed them to him, offering him a knowing smile. Enomoto was next, revealing that what he had behind his back was a small, but colorful bouquet.

"You're gonna give these to her, and tell her she's beautiful. Then, you're gonna pay for her food. Finally, you're gonna take her home."

"What the hell? I told you I don't feel any—"

"Deny all you want, Kaji, but we all know. Besides, this is an order!"

"Huh?"

Kusumi pulled out his phone, showing Kaji a text message conversation.

KUSUMI [1 Attachment] Yn joined us for patrol again!

HIRAGI Give Kaji the balls he needs to take her out, and take care of patrol Im sick of this shit

Kaji was bewildered, staring at his classmates in complete shock. They forced their gifts into his hand, elbowing his sides and pushing him inside the bakery.

You were confused as you saw Kaji take a seat in front of you, shyly handing you the box and bouquets. Smiling, you thanked him, asking him if Kusumi and Enomoto were coming. He shook his head in response, stating that 'they could handle things while he was gone.'

He could feel his hands getting clammy as his eyes scanned the menu, trying to figure out what to order. He looked at you, his lips curling into a small smile as he saw you admiring the flowers from the bouquet, your fingers tracing every petal.

When the waitress approached, Kaji wasted no time in telling her what he wanted, and he waited for you to order. She smiled in return, complimenting the bouquet.

"It's stunning!" she chirped, turning to Kaji. "You made a good choice, she looks beautiful with those flowers."

You felt your cheeks heat up as the waitress walked away, and looked at the boy in front of you. His face was red, turned towards the side to avoid your gaze.

"'s true" he mumbled, low enough for you to barely hear, "you look beautiful."

Kaji swore you were going to be the death of him. He also swore that he would definitely kill Kusumi and Enomoto later, whom he saw through the bakery's transparent windows, phones in hand as they 'discreetly' took a picture.

wind breaker boys - how they eat you out.

featuring: Haruka Sakura, Ren Kaji, Hajime Umemiya

contains: f!reader, cunnilingus (obvs), some orgasm control from Kaji, mild somnophilia from Umemiya

note: all characters are aged up to 18+!

word count: 1k

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Haruka Sakura loves eating you out but he’s too damn shy to ask most of the time. You have to make it obvious you want it too, pushing his head down while you’re making out on his bed.

“Want to feel your tongue, Haru,” you tell him, an ounce of begging in your voice. “Please.”

His face goes beet red but he obliges, hiding his blushing cheeks by pressing kisses against your stomach and thighs. The first time Sakura went down on you, he was a mess – he tried his best, but he didn’t know what he was doing and the pressure of wanting to make you feel good nearly made his head explode.

Still, Sakura’s always open to gentle instruction and you let him know exactly what to do. Now, as he presses the flat of his tongue against your clit, one finger pressing inside your hole, he knows exactly how to make you cum.

You lie back with a content sigh and your boyfriend deftly laps at your sensitive bud, your fingers tangled in his two-tone hair. When you look down at see his gold and black eyes looking back at you, intent and hungry, it sets off butterflies in your stomach.

Sakura sucks on your clit with the exact pressure you like as his finger strokes against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you. You’re a sopping mess before long, moaning and gasping his name. Sakura swears he could listen to you like this all day.

Yeah, it might have taken him a couple attempts but god, can he make you cum.

Ren Kaji loves how helpless you get when he eats you out.

Yeah, he loves the taste of you and he loves making you cum, but he loves the control he has over getting you there the most. To Kaji, it’s a marathon, not a sprint.

He especially likes it when you’re trying to concentrate on something else. Like now, when you’re at the desk in your bedroom, trying to study. Kaji had been on your bed as you both sat in companiable silence, the way you both like to do. But when he looked up from his phone and saw the adorable notch between your brow and the way you nibbled at the top of your pencil, he couldn’t help himself.

Kaji tugs off his headphones and stands, crossing the space between you. You’re so absorbed in your study, you don’t realise he’s there until his sucker appears before you.

“Oh. Thanks, Ren,” you say before opening your mouth and taking it.

“I’ll get in a back in a bit.”

You don’t register what he means until he crawls under the desk, making space between your thighs.

“What- Ah!”

You gasp as you feel his tongue against your clothed pussy, wet and hot. You go to wheel your chair backwards but Kaji has a firm hold of the wheels, locking you in place.

“Just keep going, babe,” he mumbles from between your legs.

You’re not sure how you’re supposed to do that when Kaji’s thick tongue pushes past your panties to lick at your folds. You take a deep breathe and try to steady your thumping heart. It’s fine, you tell yourself. I can still concentrate.

You try to refocus your eyes on the paper in front of you but the words are scrambled. Kaji takes his time, lazily swirling his tongue over your clit before sucking on your lips. His sucker rattles over your teeth as your mouth falls open, a sigh escaping.

“R-Ren,” you stammer. “I need to – ah – study.”

“I’m not stopping you,” Kaji says before lapping at your clit.

The sweet sounds you make are the only thing that makes not wearing his headphones bearable. You reach down under the desk and card your fingers through his hair, tugging at the root. You angle your hips slightly giving him better access. Kaji uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into your hole, tasting your arousal.

You’ve totally given up on studying, your thighs locking around his head as Kaji brings you close to orgasm but not quite reaching it. You’re impatient and whiny, your hips bucking for more friction against his mouth but Kaji holds back slightly.

Kaji isn’t in any hurry – he wants this to take as long as possible. He knows when you’re dripping and so, so needy, it’ll be worth it.

Hajime Umemiya would live between your legs if he could. Whether it’s his cock or his face that’s buried in your pussy, he doesn’t care. As long as he’s close to you, he’s happy.

That’s why it’s one of his favourite ways to wake you up.

You look so angelic when he wakes up next to you, sleeping soundly on his chest. Umemiya presses gentle kisses to your forehead and cheeks until your stir but you’re not quite awake yet.

“Shh, it’s okay, angel,” he says quietly. “I’ll take care of you.”

Umemiya carefully rolls you onto your back, nestling himself between your legs. Your thighs spread automatically for him, which makes him smile and kiss your inner thigh.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” he praises.

You’re both still naked from the night before and Umemiya is pleased there’s no obstacles between you, no physical barriers between your bodies. He loves the intimacy he gets to share with you.

Softly, he licks a stripe from your hole to your clit, watching for your reaction. You stir again slightly so he licks another stripe. Deeper this time before circling your sensitive bud.

“Mmm,” you moan lightly, still mostly asleep.

Umemiya finds your hands next to you and intertwines his fingers with yours as he continues to make out with your puffy cunt. His mouth is flush with your pussy as he strokes the flat of his tongue across your clit.

“H…Haji…?” Your voice is thick with sleep but your body is responding on its own, your hips grinding against Umemiya’s mouth.

“Good morning, angel,” he pulls back slightly to say before planting another wet kiss against your clit.

“Good… ah!  Good morning, Haji.” You smile down at him, squeezing your fingers between his. “That feels so good.”

Umemiya moans into your pussy, his tongue picking up speed to a pace he knows you like. You gasp and throw your head back against the pillow, fully awake now.

And god, what a way to wake up.

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Hello again!

I saw that you were fine writing for demon slayer so I wanted to ask if you would be fine writing something for Muzan and Kokushibo?

Like double pen, noncon or anything you want to add to it.

Sorry if this is akward, I never requested anything before :']

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(Noncon, Double Pen, Overstim, Sub!Bottom!Male!Reader, Mentions of Blood, Stomach Bulging)

Muzan's an asshole

You let out a sob into Muzan’s palm, his fingers digging into your cheeks. You shook as you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your hole, fear filling up your stomach as you braced yourself. “I’m surprised no one plucked you up yet, just sitting there all wide eyed and pretty and all alone.” Muzan’s voice was like velvet, his words held a psychotic note.

He began pushing you down onto his cock, his palm keeping your mouth shut as you whined through gritted teeth. It felt unbearable having him slide into you, your ass clenching around his cock. You could feel every ridge on his cock, his thick shaft stretching you to your limit.

The pain was mind numbing but you forced your body to relax, welcoming him deeper inside of you. You curled back into his chest, pathetic cries held back by Muzan’s hand.

The sudden opening of the door had you jumping up, moaning when Muzan’s cock rubbed roughly against your prostate. Your wide eyes stared into six yellow pupils that swam in oceans of blood, the overwhelming feeling of being utterly powerless wrapped its way around your heart and clenched around it tight.

You shook in Muzan's arms as eyes roamed your body. "Care to join?" Muzan's voice had your blood turning cold, his blatant disregard for your wants scaring you. You knew better then to defy or fight him, yet your body screamed at you as your eyes glossed over with tears.

Before you had even fully blinked Kokushibo appeared in front of you, you let out a gasp as you flung yourself back into Muzan's chest. Muzan's chuckle was cold and lifeless, Kokushibo's hands rubbing circles around your buds. Your mouth gaped as you looked up at him. "Where did you find this delicious little thing?" You whined, his words striking fear into your heart.

"Little thing was hiding in a barn, shaking like a leaf." They both laughed. "His mother was particularly delicious." You sobbed into Muzan's hand, tears freely running down your cheeks as blood flashed through your mind.

His leather gloved hand stuck to your sweaty skin, you already felt beyond your limit but Kokushibo grabbed your thighs just under the knee and spread them around his hips. You could feel every muscle Muzan had pressing up against your back, his shirt sticking to your sweaty skin.

Muzan's hand moved from your mouth to your neck, resting his hand around your throat. You let out a loud cry when Kokushibo's cock began sliding in next to Muzan's cock, it felt unbearable with every inch that slid into you. You could feel the tears and snot drip down your face as you openly sobbed, you could never have imaged in your life that two demons would split you open on their cocks.

Muzan's rough hands grabbing you from out behind a hay bale stuck in your mind, screams of horror filling the once peaceful night sky. You knew you were dripping precum, you could feel it dribbling down your cock. You were wrapped up in shame, the feeling of their cocks ramming into your prostate was mind blowing.

You could see their cocks bulging out your stomach, shivers wracking your body at the sight of them stretching out your insides. "Looks like he's falling apart." Kokushibo's voice barley registered in your head, completely drunk off of the feeling of them slamming their thick cock's into your tiny hole. "He can take it." Muzan smirked, hand slapping against your thigh and causing a yelp to flee for your lips.

You felt your own cum hit you in the chin, whining when Muzan stopped you from wiping it off. "Oh no, pretty, you better get use to that." Muzan's words had you shaking in his grasp, his hand lightly tightening around your neck. Kokushibo groaned at the sight of you loosing oxygen.

You could feel your own eyes rolling back, the grunts of the two men ploughing into you fading and ringing out. Muzan finally relazed his hand and you coughed as you sucked in air. "Fuck, fuck." Kokoshibo groaned as he released inside of you, the feeling of you clenching around him too much.

He leaned back against the table, arms tensing as he held onto the edge, happy to watch Muzan continue pounding into you. "We're gonna be here all night, pretty boy." Muzan chuckled, eyes widening in glee with his newfound pet.

Hi may I please ask for some yandere Tweels finding out their shared darling is going back to her world. NSFW is needed please

God, I love those tweels. And thank you for the wait! I wanted this to be good... and ended up getting carried away and writing an entire 4.9k one shot.....

In any case, while MC does use she/her pronouns, body parts are left ambiguous for inclusivity of all fem readers. ;)

Warning(s): Nsfw, yandere concepts, non con, aphrodisiacs, (ask to tag!)

Nsfw Yandere Jade and Floyd Leech x Fem!MC

You loved your eels, you really did. You’d be lying if you said their height alone hadn’t unnerved you at first though, but the more that you interacted with them, the more you took all their little quirks in stride, slowly admiring them for the people they were.

And they adored this about you. You were so quick to validate and appreciate them. Not just as a pair, but as individuals as well. You took special care to always look in their direction and acknowledge them both by name. A fitting ray of sunshine glimmering through the ocean’s murky waters.

Which is why they didn’t understand why you were so keen on returning to your world. 

There they stood in your room while you moved about, plucking all your keepsakes, all your memories that they had shared with you, and filed them away in your luggage. As you packed, you animatedly talked about everything you were looking forward to seeing when you returned, places you knew you had to revisit, and restaurants you were craving to eat at again.

“Hmm? ...Isn’t the Mostro Lounge good enough?” Floyd offhandedly commented, his eyes askance while massaging the back of his shoulder.

You glanced up at him, recognizing that moody tone of his. Offering a sympathetic smile, you began to fold a shirt, “Of course, I’ll always love the Mostro Lounge. Nothing could replace it, you know that... just like how I know nothing could replace you two.”

Floyd finally looked at you, his posture relaxing as he shuffled over and unceremoniously flopped onto your back, his arms hanging over your shoulders as he blubbered against your ear, “Uwahh~, don’t leave us, Shrimpy! Stay forever, won’t you?”

You groaned under the weight of his body, “Aghh, Floyd you’re crushing me...!”

“No, I can’t move,” he whined, “Not until you say you’ll stay.”

“Now, now,” Jade’s voice cut in as he approached the two of you before hoisting Floyd up by the collar of his shirt, “Don’t inconvenience Dearest more than she’s already put up with. I’m certain she’s already come to terms with the circumstances of her departure. We must respect her decision, Floyd.”

Floyd only huffed in response, his afflicted mood returning before he stalked out of the bedroom, slamming the door. Both you and Jade winced before you sighed, your own mood dampening. 

“Give him time,” Jade’s gentle voice uttered.

“Should I go after him?”

“Allow me, Dearest. You know how he gets.”

You slowly nodded with a hum just as Jade leant forward to graze a kiss to your forehead. Brushing your fingers where he kissed, you watched as he beamed that gentlemanly smile of his before turning to follow his brother.

“When you’re finished, be sure to get some rest. You have a big day ahead of you,” he softly spoke, closing the door behind him.

And as he suspected, Floyd hadn’t wandered off at all. He stood in your lounge, back against the wall. Any usual gleam in his eyes had turned dull.

“Floyd,” Jade said.

“Jade,” His brother bit back.

Said person could only chuckle in return, “Goodness, sulking like a child.”

“Haahh?” Floyd pushed himself from the wall to stagger his way to Jade, his expression seemingly displeased, “And what about what you said to Shrimpy? Did you mean that?”

Jade delicately placed a hand on his own chest, his eyes closed for a moment of reflection before he matched Floyd’s gaze, his eyebrows upturning just as he grinned a row of pearly, sharp teeth, “Oh, of course not. If she really felt bad, she would stay rather than returning to her hovel of a world.”

Floyd’s irritation dropped like a hat. He started snickering, cackling almost as he placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, his grin mirroring his, “Ah~, I love Shrimpy so much. Sometimes I just want to squeeze her until she breaks, ya know?”

“Indeed. Which is why we’re going to be gracious lovers and show her everything she’ll be missing out on before she leaves.”

“Ahaha...! Jade you’re so creepy.”

After mentally mapping out the plans of what you were going to do when you returned home, it was no wonder that you dozed off rather quickly; the night hours ticking by.

“Wakey, wakey, Little Shrimp~,” A voice cooed in your ear followed by a small puff of hot air.

You groaned, your head lolling to the other side as you tried to nestle back into the pillow.

“Now you’re just teasing her,” Another voice, lower this time, whispered as fingers soothingly weaved into your hair, patting down little flyaways.

You stirred once more, your eyebrows furrowing before slowly opening your eyes, your vision just the slightest bit fuzzy. Groaning again, you let your gaze trail to the source of what woke you up in the first place so as to discern who was speaking. Yet upon shifting your body, you found your arms in a rigid hold above your head. Starting to pick up on some red flags, your body somewhat lurched, rashly jerking at the restraints.

Undoubtedly more adjusted to your predicament, you turned your head to the shadow looming left of you.

“Hiii~,” It spoke, tone eerily familiar.

“Wh- Floyd?”

Said man flashed his sharp teeth at your acknowledgment before reaching over to grab a small piece of what looked to be candy. Putting it between his teeth, Floyd brought his hand down to your jaw, pinching both your cheeks so you reflexively parted your lips. As a result, he was quick to bend down and let the candy fall from his mouth to yours. Upon contact, the sweet seemingly dissolved on your tongue before you even had a chance to bite back. Floyd watched your expression morph, his eyes gleefully peering down into your own as he gave your bottom lip a little nibble, tugging slightly for his own amusement just before pulling back.

Finally sitting proper, he continued to stare as you coughed back a little of what he had just given you, his tongue peeking out to glide over the top of his lip. In doing so, he giggled under his breath.

You could only manage to clear your throat enough to ask him what that even was.

“Don’t you know?” Another familiar voice chimed as you glanced to your right, “It’s your going-away present.”

You frowned, your confusion boiling down to anger as you insisted on whatever prank the twins were pulling now of all days stop so they could tell you what you just ate. Yet just as you tipped off your demand with a growl, a wave of underlying heat flushed under your skin, the feeling that you just got the wind knocked out of you making your breathing a little heavier.

“Yayyy, now that Little Shrimp got her present, it’s time to unwrap mine~,” Floyd crooned as you noted both his and Jade’s shirts were partially unbuttoned, their usual jacket, hat, and scarf combo missing from the picture. Floyd moved to climb over top of you, one knee pushing up against your sex as he took his time popping each one of your shirt buttons.

Your mind might’ve been a little hazy, but even you had enough discernment of the situation to tug at your restraints again, haphazard appeals falling from your lips.

“Wh- Floyd-, hold on-“

“Awh, is Little Shrimp scared?” Floyd drawled, his head craning down to caress your stomach with leisurely, butterfly kisses, “Jade, come and comfort Little Shrimp with me.”

“Why I thought you’d never ask,” The counterpart to your right casually responded.

Soon enough, both brothers were caging you in with a leg between your own, trailing all sorts of kisses up the skin of your stomach. Then Floyd reached your nipple, pinching the bud between his teeth as you inhaled a sharp breath of air. Jade took advantage of this opening as he immediately tipped forward to capture your lips with his own, his long tongue sliding in to press against the inside of your cheek. He put pressure on your lips as he moved in tandem with your own, the shifting fabric of the sheets under you grating in your ear as his fingers came to glide under your jaw, lifting your head for better access. His tongue was uncomfortably slick and hot. It slipped under your own before deftly curling around it. At one point you had to wonder how you never noticed the unconventional anatomy of your lover, or more than likely, lovers with Floyd contentedly lapping at your chest like it was a delicacy. 

When Jade finally allowed you to breathe, a silver string of saliva connecting the two of you, you found you could only blearily open and close your eyes a few times, pupils dilating as incoherent thoughts dizzied your head. The underlying heat your body began to pool into the pit of your stomach made the clothes wrapped around your body suddenly too constricting for your liking.

“...Hot...” you slurred, your expression deliriously warm, “Take it off, it’s too hot...”

Both Floyd and Jade shared a glimpse before looking back down at you.

“Hee, if you say so~.” Floyd tittered. Now two pairs of hands roamed your upper body, the feeling of your shirt sleeves being pulled in different directions as seams started to tear. Your neck was then met by a pair of tongues trailing wet lines of saliva around your pulse, your shoulders instinctively seizing up under the ticklish sensation.

But just as you sighed, slowly indulging in the attention, you choked. A searing sense of needlepoint teeth digging into your skin and shocking your nerves enough to force a cry from your throat. Reflexively, you pulled at your restraints only to come to the familiar revelation that you couldn’t do anything. Even worse, the numbing pain began to take on a whole new wave of heat coursing through your veins. You could feel a dampness against your thighs every time you rubbed your legs together.

The twins then continued rolling their tongues over the trickling lines of blood, their lips brushing every mark made. When they pulled away, you somehow felt so vulnerable without their presence enveloping your field of vision. 

“Well?” Jade inquired, tastefully wiping away a mixture of blood and spit from his chin.

“Mm... still hungry,” Floyd grumbled, sucking blood off his thumb before releasing it with a pop.

“Then by all means,” The other directed, his hand moving to gesture to the lower half of your body as his brother’s expression lit up.

“Wahh! You’re the best, Jade!” He cheered as he immediately crawled over to wrench the hem of your pants down your legs, carelessly discarding them somewhere behind him before perching himself between your thighs. It was then that you could just barely make out the familiar clink of a belt unbuckling, the protest you tried to speak with not even coming out as a coherent word. Not that it would’ve made much of difference, you numbly thought.

And, oh God did it feel so tantalizing to have the length of Floyd’s cock rub against your aching sex. He wasn’t even inside you, yet just the languid back and forth motions were enough to stir your mewls, hips trying to inconspicuously meet his with every stroke.

Even now, watching the two of you get worked up stirred Jade’s underlying arousal as he subtly brought a hand to his mouth, just grazing his teeth on his index finger. With a pleased hum, he reached for a small bottle on the bedside table and extended it to Floyd. “Get too excited and you’ll hurt her,” he advised. “I know,” Floyd drawled as he accepted the offering, his teeth pinching the bottle’s cork to pop it off before spilling some of its contents between your joined hips.  “Oh, whoops! A bit too much, but...” he really didn’t have any room to complain when the slippery substance seeped into every crevice and decreased the amount of friction created, moving only spurring his impatient temperament as every brush felt hot and inviting against you.

“Better?” Jade asked.

“Mmm, yeah...”

“That’s good,” And Jade had to admit, Floyd looked like he was thoroughly enjoying himself. So much so that Jade decided to bide his time by watching the two of you, his sharp eyes shifting between expressions as he lowered his hand to coolly rub himself through the strained fabric of his pants.

“Hah... Shrimpy’s enjoying this. I’m so, so happy~,” Floyd lightly panted, the pace of his own breathing picking up until he rolled his hips back, finally aligning himself with your entrance. Using the slick both of your bodies had worked up, he had begun to ease himself into you, the muscles in both of your legs seizing up as he took his time stretching you out thoroughly. Against your will, you released the most aching moan, the incredibly full feeling of having him inside you foreign yet not unwelcoming.

Floyd’s head had lolled forward, the tight grip he used to latch onto your thighs now digging into your skin. Like you, he needed the extra moment to revel in your tight warmth. God, he felt like he might never pull out. Yet as his blood continued to pump all throughout his body, he never wanted anything more than to revel in that feeling of pushing into you again.

So he began the process of reeling his hips back, your body responding to every impression he was giving before he shuddered, pounding back into you so that your walls only had his dick to clamp onto. Fuck- he really almost lost you, didn’t he? Almost lost this to some stupid other world he’s never even seen before. The thought drove him senseless, almost controlling the movements of his body and fueling his desire to dig into you even more. You didn’t understand how his pace could start off so deliberately slow before his hips were driving into you every second, the creek of the mattress giving way to his frantic pacing.

Your nails pressed deep into your palms, your mouth unable to find the strength to close as every thrust would grant your voice a new chance to babble something incoherent. As of now however, you just barely teetered on the edge of coherency. Not even sure where you found the will to whimper a few ‘no, stop’ between cries.

Floyd huffed, his face horribly flushed as he adjusted your position by lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, using it as leverage to reach the deepest point he could plunge into.

“Jadeee, she’s- hah- still say-! Saying the bad words! Make her stop...”

Still leisurely palming himself through his trousers with one arm propping himself up, Jade woefully sighed, “...I really didn’t want to interrupt... but if you’re too busy to discipline her,’ he hummed, suddenly closing his eyes as two of his fingers eased over the top of his tented erection, “then it would be my upmost pleasure to assist.”

At that, he opened his eyes and began inching towards you. His poor dear, Jade could tell you were losing yourself well past the point of physically resisting, so he decided to be the gracious lover that he was and untie your wrists from their confines with easy precision. Other than your arms limply falling down above you, you really didn’t react that much.

But wasn’t your face just a wonderful, leaking mess? Tears leaving translucent streaks that ran down your cheeks while drool dribbled from the side of your mouth, pooling onto the pillow. Jade’s heart nearly leapt in his chest at the sight of you, his expression glowing in admiration as he brushed away any hair that stuck to your forehead. You really couldn’t hold a single, coherent thought right now, could you? His poor darling, Jade thought as he began to unbuckle his own belt, pulling the zipper down. You just needed some form of physical reassurance to keep you sated.

So when he finally pulled out his cock, the tip smeared with the slightest bit of precum, your eyes, even through all their haze and Floyd’s excessive thrusts throwing your vision for a loop, immediately began to stare. 

“Oh?” He gripped the base, his strokes slow and teasing, “Does Dearest want a taste? Go on now... it’s always been yours to do as you please.”

“...A-Ah...” with pupils blown wide, you piped, angling your face to inch closer to his groin until your nose was practically pressed against his hand. You only had to lick his fingers once for him to obediently remove them from his cock, your mouth beginning to salivate even further. The little noises you were making were so utterly adorable. Not only were you babbling from Floyd’s unyielding ministrations, but Jade could tell you were also muttering just because your body was telling you that you were excited for something. Well, with the way you were now, your brain certainly couldn’t do anything.

Jade really did try to be patient though. He wanted you to enjoy yourself, but your hot breath combined with a disoriented expression wasn’t boding well for his heart. He would’ve closed his eyes if he could, but watching you press little, needy kisses to his dick earned himself a fluster on his own cheeks, brows just beginning to furrow in mild frustration.

Yet just as he was about to try and encourage you to go further, your head had lifted up, lips experimentally wrapping themselves around the head of his cock. Jade’s breath hitched, his composure coming loose before quickly pulling himself back together just as fast.

“Eager now, aren’t we?” He lightly panted.

You responded by swirling your tongue around the tip, licking where you could and tracing lines over the slit. While you may not have been aware of what you were doing, any sort of fault in your actions was easily made up by the effort you provided. Soon enough, you started pushing more of him against the hollow of your cheek, a hand coming up to wrap around the base of his shaft, fondling where your tongue couldn’t reach.

From a bystander’s perspective, it looked as though Jade’s passive persona was on the verge of cracking as he visibly bit the inside of his lip, expression strained. However, in contrast to his brother, he fared much better in terms of appearance. For while Jade took care to maintain composure as best he could, Floyd’s face exposed every one of his thoughts: flushed red as rose, tongue lolling out as his high grew as out of control as his hips. 

Jade began to praise your pretty mouth, threading his fingers through your hair before attempting to speak to his brother, a sly grin etching his lips.

“Someone seems to be having fun.”

Floyd cocked his head backwards, mouth continuing to hang open as he appeared to draw closer to his climax. He couldn’t contain his bouts of manic laughter, “Aha! ... ahahaha- well what do expect?? Ah-!” He bit his lip to point that it bled, “Mmm~ the best! Shrimpy’s just the best!! This is so fun!”

Jade would’ve commented on that if you hadn’t hummed around him, the vibrations seizing his attention at the same time the flat of your tongue curled around him like a lollipop.

Still, Floyd didn’t need any further encouragement to start picking up speed. The combined liquids between you both made it easy to feverishly plunge in and out of your core like his life depended on it, his body soon keeling over yours to harshly grip the sheets on either side of you, your chests rubbing against one another with every rock. At that moment, his body pushed him over the edge as he finished off the last of his vigorous thrusts, his choked moans echoing against your chest upon releasing inside you. His hot breath fanned over your skin, his hips still partially jutting against yours to savor the last remnants of his euphoric frenzy. He would’ve kissed you right then if you weren’t already busy taking care of his brother, but seeing as how you were, he had to settle for raking his lips across your collar bone for the time being, mindlessly nibbling on the skin.

Through heady breaths, Jade spoke up again, “Felt good?”

Floyd only hiccuped with eyes closed, forehead rolling to press into your shoulder as he hummed a pleased note, “Try it, Jade~,” he gleefully slurred.

“Mm, I was- ngh-, planning to,” he glanced down at you mindlessly working as much of his dick you could stroke, lick, and suck on. And as erotic as you were with clouded eyes and no sense of apprehension, Jade had to reluctantly back away to begin his next step. That isn’t to say you didn’t whimper at the loss of contact, a sticky line of drool connecting your bottom lip to the head of his cock. In fact, it took all of Jade’s willpower not to push it back in when he saw how positively destitute your eyes plead to him.  And just as Jade shifted his position, Floyd also unceremoniously lifted himself from off your body, finally pulling himself from out of your sopping hole and tumbling next to you. Now a bit more comfortable, he used his hand to prop his head up so as to get a better look at your face. In doing so, he tittered to himself, “Shrimpy’s all messy. Mess her up more, Jade.” Together with his teasing, his free hand pushed some hair behind your ear before playfully tracing the bruised marks on your neck with his index finger.

“Anymore than you already have?” Jade amusingly asked, sitting himself between your legs as Floyd had once done. With his thumb, he could gently hook a digit into your wet entrance, his eyes trailing the leaking mix of cum and fluid dripping out of you. Seemed like Floyd had prepped you properly. Well, with as much lube as he had poured onto you, it was no wonder why he had slipped in so easily. Yet while Jade prodded your hole, you squirmed in your spot, your body reflexively turning over to lay on your stomach. You were much too overstimulated for him to be doing that as displayed by the twitching in your leg muscles, the rest of you trembling where you lay.

Even so, Jade took this new positional opportunity for himself by taking hold of your hips and lifting them up so your upper half naturally bent down, face settling against the pillow.

“Just relax now and-” Jade gently murmured, sliding into your warmth before abruptly biting back a moan. He had to close his eyes for moment, the entirety of his cock buried deep inside you as he relished in the fact that Floyd had just fucked the lights out of you but you was still so receptive to him. It almost felt natural with how much your clamped down on him. Almost like it was your sole purpose to love and milk their cocks for all they were worth. God, you were something extraordinary. To them, this not only solidified their love for you, but their resolve to never let another person lay their hands on you again. Your soul and your body had been brought into this world for them to cherish and worship with all their being, wasn’t it?

“Nice, huh?” Floyd nudged, his body practically saddled against yours as his tongue slipped out to lick the shell of your ear, his dexterous fingers still tenderly combing through your hair. With the stimulation as it was, it was any wonder how you were still conscious with how terribly your blood pumped in your ears, the entirety of your body feverish and numb. Poor dear likely couldn’t tell left from right as your eyes failed to focus on anything, the only response they could garner from you being your wanton speech mewling from overstimulation.

Jade wouldn’t respond to Floyd’s rhetoric as he dragged out of you only to jut his hips forward and earn another yelp of your voice. This was it, this was the connection his physical body had ached for whenever you were near. Jade always had to play the considerate man to appease those around him, but he wouldn’t have been able to guess how much of your genuine spirit drew him in like the light at the end of a tunnel. Though it would be you, wouldn’t it? You that he would follow for the rest of his days. And truthfully, it didn’t take telepathy to see the same desire flickering on Floyd’s face day in and day out. Just the simple adoration Jade could see in his brother’s eyes as he himself really took hold of you, his thrusts picking up to create deliciously slick noises that seized all of the other’s attention.

Watching you claw at the sheets beneath you was so cute, the lovey murmurs you stammered over even more attractive as Jade collected all of his pent up pleasure you rewarded him with earlier and chased after both of your climaxes. It almost felt as though your core was burning with the amount of eager thrusts he used to hold you to him. The sensation itself twice euphoric yet maddening. Every bit of his muscles shuddered for some sort of relief, his hips now moving entirely on their own as he bottomed out with every shift. His heavy breaths inaudibly panting into your ear. 

He was close. He was so so close. You just couldn’t keep your hips up anymore which forced him to fuck you deeper into the mattress. Even at this point, Floyd was beginning to rile himself up again as he shamelessly brought his hand down to listlessly stroke his semi-hard cock. Your mess of a face combined with the sheen of sweat, tears, and saliva edged him on so temptingly, after all. Your core ached, you ached, it was hot and sore with every shift of your body, yet the more momentum you experienced, the more your body craved it. Just the tip of the iceberg until Jade dug his nails into your flesh, the pressure he used to hold you to him almost enough to break skin as he halted and released inside of you, his limbs clenching while strings of cum stuffed any remaining space it could fill. Remnants of Floyd’s seed mixing into his.

In terms of your own body’s response, the muscles in your legs couldn’t stop convulsing. The grasp you had on the blankets was so tight, they would’ve torn if your nails were sharp enough. You didn’t even have a voice left to choke on as any signs of your climax were halfway muffled by the sheets and the other by Floyd’s attempts to slip his tongue into your mouth the moment you were vulnerable. Surprisingly enough however, with your sudden high painfully ebbing away, your thoughts were granted a moment of clarity as you gradually heaved air in and out of your lungs. With this, you were able to blearily register the heavy weight on your back, one that was breathing just as heavily, if not, a bit lighter than you were. Puffs of hot air breathing down your neck as you also came to recognize the thick shaft on said body still buried snugly inside you. Even then, there was a foreign, wet tongue idly lapping at the saliva that you had dribbling from your lip; you shifted your head in the other direction before earning a whine from the assailant.

Piecing together fragments of your surviving strength, you weakly reached for the headboard in front of you only for a hand to snatch your wrist, pushing it down to the mattress. While a sudden wave of modest fear crept into your veins, one thing you could be relieved for was the weight behind you peeling back and uncomfortably slipping out of you. Taking advantage of this spare moment, you shifted so that you could flip onto your back, struggling to prop yourself on your elbows. Just when you managed to though, a palm pressed to your cheek, Floyd’s gleeful expression coming into view.

“Tired? But we’re not done with you~.” The corners of his lips devilishly curled up before he nodded forward to smoosh his mouth to the cheek opposite of what he was holding. After emitting an audible ‘muah!’, he pulled away with a giggle, baring his sharp teeth in a grin even wider than before.

“That’s-” you just barely managed to gasp when a hand on the opposite side of you delicately caressed from your thigh up to your stomach using only the pads of the fingers. Darting your eyes, you caught a glimpse of Jade crawling up to your side so that he practically mirrored his brother’s posture. With that, Floyd also laid on hand on your stomach, the pair of them peering down at you with focused scrutiny. If you squinted, would you have just been imagining the subtle hearts reflected in their luminous eyes?

“Floyd, she’s still conscious. Seems we haven’t loved her enough,” Jade quipped.

“Awhh, you’re right, Jade. Looks like we still haven’t fucked every last remnant of her world out of her skull yet~,” Floyd returned.

The two of them simultaneously bowed their heads to award proper kisses to the corners of your lips.

“After all, you won’t need to go back there; you’re part of our world now.”

I'M ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PLEASE DO SOMETHING WITH KAJI AND BITING

Content Warning: Mind the tags! MeanGirlReader x TiredOfYourShitRenKaji. Hate-fucking, toxic behavior, degradation, sex in a public place, but plot armor makes it ok, spitting and consumption of said spit, biting, cumming inside without consent. Minors Do Not Interact.

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Fun Facts:

If you’re sexually aroused by biting, you have a fetish called Odaxelagnia.

You probably like being bitten because you’re into pain, you sadomasochist.

It has been reported that half of all people are aroused from biting, so congrats, you’re not alone!

Kaji finds you so obnoxiously annoying that his lips curl upward into a scowl. He hates the way your eyes sparkle when you look at him–that irritating, mischievous glint shining brightly in your eyes right as he passes into your field of vision. He hates how you push his buttons with smart-mouthed remarks–every word passing through your lips laced with venom. And he especially hates how you can’t tell that he’s so in love with you that if you decided never to speak to him again, he’d choose to drop off the face of the planet.

But you were so goddamn rude, so fuck ever telling you that.

“I dunno, man. Maybe she’s one of those girls who likes their men a lil mean. It honestly sounds like you two need to bang it out.” 

Kaji gave Hiragi a deadpan stare after approaching his mentor for much-needed sage advice. Hearing him suggest that you wanted to be dicked down felt so off-base to Kaji, which was disappointing since Hiragi was usually right about everything.

But there must be an exception to that rule because the thought of you wanting to fuck him was simply:

Ridiculous.

Absurd. 

Unless? 

No! 

There’s no way you were into him. No sane person would act like you do if they liked someone.

So when Kaji finds himself at a dive bar where an underground death metal band is playing their heaviest set, his stomach churns with annoyance—and something else he’d rather not say aloud—as he sees you walk to the bathroom.

And maybe he was feeling a little brave—or stupid—that night. Because he followed in hopes that you both could squash whatever beef you had concocted in your head, and maybe he’d consider asking your dumbass out.

But as you exited the bathroom and he saw that shit-eating grin on your pretty face as your eyes met, he became painfully aware that, no, he was the actual dumbass.

“Kaji? You stalking me or…? Oh, wait,” you look behind you at the door to the restroom. “I get it. You wanted to watch me pee. I heard you might be into something like that.”

In a matter of seconds, anger consumed him, coursing through his veins like wildfire; all the negative interactions you two had, the snide comments, the poking, prodding, culminating into a very volatile climax.

“What’s your problem with me?!” Kaji doesn’t mean to grab your wrist so hard that you wince in pain—but he does. And he doesn’t mean to practically growl at you, his prominent canines on display as his lips curl upward—but he does. And he doesn’t mean to smash his lips against yours when he catches your eyes staring at his mouth—but he does. 

As the crowd in the next room thrash about in the mosh pit, Kaji is pulling your skirt up and spreading your legs by slotting his own between your thighs.

He tears his lips away from yours, chest heaving, and blue eyes blackened with rage.  “This what you wanted? To be fucked in some dive bar in some dirty ass hallway?”

If he didn’t find you absolutely reprehensible, he wouldn’t feel any shame in admitting how beautiful you look in the dimly lit hallway, lips swollen from his heated kiss, mouth slightly open, and dressed exactly like the type of girl who could run away with his heart.

You don’t immediately answer him, but your body is shaking, and for a moment, he feels as though he might have made a mistake. He’s about to withdraw and offer his apologies until he hears you cackling.

“Kaji, you think I’m scared of you? I eat little boys like you for breakfast.” Your tone is condescending, and any remorse Kaji feels for you dissolves along with his patience.

“What are ya gonna do, Kaji? Fuck the attitude out of me?”

Before he can talk himself out of it, he’s gripping your cheeks between his fingers. You try to gather enough strength to shake your head out of his grasp, but his fingers only dig in more, earning a hiss from you. And as you look at him, lips puckered in a delicious pout, Kaji accumulates as much saliva into his mouth as he can, and with two fingers prying your jaw open, he spits into your mouth. Globules of his spit land on your lips and tongue, sitting thickly and tasting like vodka.

And despite the hold he has on you, your eyes roll back as your clit seizes uncontrollably and your cunt drools.

He removes his hand from your face, repositioning it near your head against the wall so that he’s leaning into your orbit. 

“Swallow it.”

And he’s not fucking asking.

You make a show of swallowing his spit, gulping loudly as it slides down your throat, and then showing him your tongue.

“You want me to fuck you so bad, and you don’t even know how to ask for it.”

“I know how to ask, Ren.” Your hand snakes down to the bulge in his pants, and to his absolute horror, a moan bubbles out of his throat at your touch–it feels hot with want, and his brain is telling him that danger is imminent, but he can’t help but lean into the palm of your hand.

“So then ask. Nicely.”

You lick your lips, eyes hungry, and cunt the wettest it's ever been.

“Fuck me, Ren. Please, fuck me.”

“Good girl.” He unzips his pants, the sound making your heart palpitate wildly against your ribcage. As you reach down and pull your panties down your legs, you extend them to Kaji on the tip of your finger.

He sneers but takes the garment, placing it in his back pocket for future use.

You yelp as he picks you up, pushing your back against the wall as he lowers you on his cock. And there’s nothing gentle with the way he treats you. Not allowing your pussy to even adjust to his girthy cock as it rams into your tight, weeping hole.

He’s ramming into you, drumming thuds and sloppy, wet sounds echoing in the empty hallway, with only the sound of the concert drowning out the sounds of your grunts and whimpers.

You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, closing your eyes and savoring the feeling of him beating up your cunt. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!!”

“S-shut the fuck up and stop acting like you weren’t begging for this.”

Your eyes blow out as he sinks his canines into your neck, and despite the searing pain, you clench around him, your cum already coating his dick.

Kaji laughs against your neck. "You wanted to be treated like a hole? All you had to do was ask.”

He’s smashing his lips on yours again, but this time, you lead the kiss, gliding your tongue into his mouth. Your tongue dances over one of his canines, careful at first out of caution but then with reckless abandon as the sharp points of them embolden you, and Kaji groans at your forwardness.

It’s not long before Kaji can feel his balls clenching, his cum loaded in the chamber and ready to fire into you. And if this were any other situation, he’d pull out, choosing to cum somewhere far more convenient, but the idea of filling you up after all the shit you’ve given him and making you march back into the crowd without panties, and semen dripping down your leg makes him groan in your mouth and release hot, thick streams into your pussy.

Your body recoils at the feeling of his seed pouring into you, his cock throbbing as the ropes become smaller spurts until finally subsiding.

You slide down the wall as Kaji pulls away from you and pushes himself back into his jeans. He’s still scowling down at you. “Got that out of your system?”

You’re dazed, a little confused, and entirely giddy from the experience. “And if I say no?”

Kaji rolls his eyes, but he understands you now—he understands what you like and what you need, and he’s sure he can supply it to you moving forward.