KOKOS GIRL

KOKO’S GIRL

A SUGAR DADDY!KOKONOI HAJIME X SUGAR BABY!F!READER FIC.

CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW (minors + ageless & blank blogs dni), bimbo sub female reader, timeskip dom kokonoi, sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics, road head, car sex, usage of ‘daddy’ and one (1) mention of ‘sir,’ infantilization if you squint, dirty talk, recorded sex, finger-sucking

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

A/N: not me being late to my own collab,,, and posting after 37438 years,, don’t look at me 🥴 but yeah this is my piece for my “i love you.” collab; i chose koko and gift-giving! i’m not particularly proud of this but i hope you enjoy nonetheless :)

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“Annnnnd here’s a little something for you, darling!” you chime out, freshly manicured hand slapping down a generous wad of bills in your favorite nail technician’s hand. She blinks with an expression that betrays her typical professional demeanor.

“Miss, are you sure I deserve this much…? I mean, they were only french tips, stickers and—”

“Oh not to worry, that was only an eighth of what I have on me right now,” you beam brightly from your elevated height of five inches. With how ditzy you were, it was a wonder how you were capable of strutting around in the designer stilettos your sugar daddy gifted you, and the nail tech ultimately decides it’s not worth dwelling on as she bows her head and scurries off.

You wave a goodbye in her direction before pulling out your phone, acrylics now tapping and flying across the screen in a happy frenzy.

Y/N

3:56 PM

daddyyyyy im finished :) wanna see?

Idly, you twirl a finger around a lock of hair as you wait giddily for the three special dots to appear on the bottom of your phone screen. You couldn’t wait to show Koko what you decided to do with the gift money he sent to your bank account earlier.

Daddy

3:58 PM

You can show me in fifteen seconds, princess.

Huh? Fifteen seconds? Before you could furrow your brow and send that cute emote sticker of a confused Hello Kitty, a honk from outside captures your attention.

You squeal loud enough to turn heads while you prance to the entrance of the salon, clearly excited to see the black Ferrari pull up and park, a familiar head of raven hair paired with a handsome visage greeting you with an equally as handsome smile when the driver’s window rolls down.

“Hey there pretty girl.” Koko calls out, unabashedly eyeing your figure up and down. The Saint Laurent one shoulder mini dress you were wearing hugged your figure perfectly and always attracted jealous girls’ and enamored mens’ attention to your curves and he knew you knew it was one of his favorites on you.

“Hi daddy,” you giggle out, making sure to add a little sway to your hips as you approach the passenger seat door. Once you’ve settled in, you immediately spread out your fingers for Koko to see the french manicure accentuating your fingertips as well as the old English lettering spelling out ‘K-O-K-O-’S G-I-R-L’ on each nail, save for your left thumb which sported the same shaved design and Bonten insignia your sugar daddy of a boyfriend had on the side of his head. He hums in approval.

“What do you think?”

“I think they’re pretty on you baby,” he begins, “but I think they’d look prettier wrapped around my dick.”

His brazen words send a hot flash of arousal straight to your cunt and you couldn’t help the not-so-subtle shifting of your squished thighs. “Yeah?” you breathe out.

“Yeah.” Koko grins, not wasting any time peeling out of the parking lot. Your eyes drift down to the now enlarged bulge in his luxurious trousers. “Want to help daddy out?” he questions without keeping his eyes off the road ahead of him.

A whiny ‘mhm’ escapes your lips, hands immediately fumbling with his zipper. You let out a frustrated huff when your elongated nails get snagged. “Aw, poor baby… Can’t do anything without her daddy’s help, can she?” the ravenette coos while taking one hand off the steering wheel in order to pull his leaking cock out. He lets out a small hiss when the cool air makes contact with his sex; you let out an awed gasp as if you’ve never seen such a beautiful dick before. Your lover snorts.

“There’s no need to gawk at it every time.”

“But it’s always so pretty…”

Koko chuckles at that, a hint of pink dusting his cheeks that you don’t notice. “And it’s all for you baby girl.”

With lovestruck eyes, you suckle on his balls momentarily before moving on to fondling them and licking a stripe up the base of his cock. He groans as the car swerves slightly, the urge to park somewhere and fuck you silly almost too tantalizing. But Koko prided himself on his self-control.

You, on the other hand, prided yourself on being Koko’s walking talking soft spot.

Only this time, instead of batting your lash extensions and cutely asking for his credit card, it was the humming noises you made with him inside of your mouth and the way that your throat constricted around him that did him in.

“Mmn—! Angel…”

And so caught up you were in pleasuring your boyfriend that you fail to realize that the car’s stopped moving for a minute too long and that he’s been trying to get your attention until he yanks your head up by your hair and growls.

“Need to cum inside you. Right now.” Koko says with such authority that you feel a new sharp wave of arousal stoke the fire in your lower belly even higher. Without any time to waste, your fingers fling the Dior thong to be forgotten somewhere in the backseat, and you hover over his blazing stiffness for all of two seconds before plummeting down and welcoming the familiar stretch that accompanied you every time you sat on your boyfriend’s lap.

Koko’s lips quirk upwards into a pleased smile. “That’s a good cockslut,” he praises as he smooths a hand down your back to your ass which he gives a firm squeeze. He makes a move to start thrusting into you, stopping only due to the sudden idea that emerges within his mind. He smirks. “Now, be an even better cockslut and let daddy record you, hm?”

You whimper out a ‘yes daddy’ without thinking, your poor pussy still busy adjusting to the big cock nestled inside of it. In no time does he lean his seat back with his phone aimed at the junction where your two bodies met, eyes trained on the scene through the screen, making sure to capture the way your breasts heaved on film and the ruined mascara from your earlier deepthroating streaking down your face.

He pinches the screen with two fingers, zooming in on the fluttering of your cunt, then panning upwards to your unintentionally lewd expression.

“God you’re so sexy,” Koko thinks aloud, hand reaching out to cup your cheek. Two deft fingers slowly make their way into your open mouth and you immediately begin to start suckling on the digits. “What a messy little whore.”

Moaning around his fingers, you take them down your throat with ease. You start moaning especially louder when you feel his cock seem to thicken within you.

A resounding ‘pop’ emits from your lips when he retracts his fingers; you whine as he trails your saliva down your neck towards the valley of your breasts. He circles your nipples and playfully flicks them, and you whine even louder.

“Can I move yet?”

Your yelp is instantaneous when a large hand cracks against your ass.

“Manners, princess.”

“May I pretty please ride you, sir?” You jut out your lower lip for dramatic effect.

“That’s better. You may; as long as you show off those pretty nails for everyone to see first,” Koko declares, moving the camera to your midsection; he groans in approval when you comply and splay out your fingertips. He makes sure the camera focuses on each nail before nodding towards you.

You waste no second in lifting yourself off his lap, then slamming yourself back down repeatedly on his cock, mewling all the while you did so.

“Fuuuuuck… Just like that.” he encourages the brutal pace you set for yourself, now focusing the camera on the ring of cream gathering around his shaft that you contribute to every time you descend upon him.

With a contented sigh, you bring a hand to your neglected clit, wails increasing in volume— another instrument to the medley of music you were making paired with Koko’s heavy, rhythmic breathing behind the phone. Grunting, his voice goes strained when he commends you. “Baby girl, you sure were born to take this dick so well—!”

You were the first to come, your lover following not long after. His release coats your spasming walls and the excess mixes with your fluids as it seeps out of your used hole.

The recording then ends, not without one last shot at the mixture of slick and cum connecting you two together.

Seven Bonten members make a move to clean up their own mess once the video comes to a close on their own phone screens.

BONUS:

Rindou H.

5:20 PM

Yooo, that was so hot

Takeomi A.

5:21 PM

How did you get such a fine piece of ass, Kokonoi?

Ran H.

5:23 PM

Any man would kill to have been in your shoes, I hope you know that

Sanzu H.

5:23 PM

Koko when are you gonna let us hit

Kokonoi H.

5:26 PM

[Attachment: 1 Image (a selfie of you throwing up a peace sign and winking with your lover’s cum still dripping off your face is sent)]

never xoxo

A Simple Bite

Title: A Simple Bite Rating: Teen Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Pairing: Baji Keisuke x Undescribed!Female!Reader Warnings: Biting. Confessions. Kissing. Not sure what else... Reader has their nails done which isn't a warning but it is relevant. Word count: ~1095 Summary: You're just trying to tutor him as usual. Jealousy derails it completely.

Notes: This was born from the urge to bite someone and Baji is the best choice of them all because he'll definitely bite back. I had fun writing it, even if it didn't go the way I initially planned lol. It's definitely cuter than I usually write. Another shoutout to @awkwardchick87 for the help in this!

It starts with a bite.

Baji had been distracted this time, displaying none of his usual concentration on the work and instead, he focused on your hands. Specifically, your nails. You just got them recently done, a spa day with your friends that led to all of you being pampered. They were a simple shade of black but he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away. No matter how often you tried to reroute his attention back on the assignment, his fingers traced yours, looping together and dragging your nails across his palm. It was enough to fluster you. He shouldn't be touching you like this, not so casually.

"Knock it off," you demand.

But he doesn't, holding your hands tighter and teasingly asking you "What if I don't?"

You were simply using what you had available to you. He held your hands, restricting them as he carefully traced over the dips and curves of them to the point of each nail. So you used your teeth.

You bite Baji on the arm, scowling at him in demand to release you.

Something in his eyes flashes and before you're even aware that you're moving, you're pinned down, back against the floor and Baji above you. "Ba-"

His lips meet yours, kissing you in what feels like desperation. You yelp in surprise at the sensation and he pulls back instantly, eye meeting yours as he's searching for something you're not sure is there.

“Wha-what are you doing?” 

“You drive me so fucking crazy,” he says, throwing his glasses to the side so you can actually see his eyes. Your breath hitches. His stare is intense, bronze looking at you as if he’s going to bite you back. You rarely see him without his glasses, without his hair tied back. Strands fall now, brushing your cheeks and curtaining you both from the rest of the world. 

“What?”

“The way you snap at me to focus, the fucking praise when I get something right…you’re so beautiful and now…your nails. Who the fuck did you get them done for?”

You stare at him in surprise. “My…my nails?”

His eyes narrow slightly. “Girls only get their nails done when they’re going out, so where you going? You paint them in my colour and you going around to meet someone else?”

You stare at him, trying desperately not to laugh. You don’t know where he got this idea from, probably one of his friends. “I got them done with my friends. And they’re not in your colour! I chose black because it’s simple and I like it!” 

“Like me.”

“What?” you ask, trying to follow his thought process. Sometimes he thought of things in ways you would have never connected. 

He weaves his fingers between yours before pressing your hand down against the floor next to your head. “Black like my hair, like my Toman uniform…simple like me.”

“You’re not simple, Baji.”

“Keisuke.”

“What?”

“My name’s Keisuke. Think my girlfriend should call me it, don’t you?”

“Girlfriend!?” You look up at him in shock. “I didn’t agree to be your girlfriend!” 

“Sure ya did,” he says, grinning at you. “You bit me. That’s a declaration of love in my books.” 

Your face heats in embarrassment. “I didn’t mean it like that! I was trying to get you to let go!”

“You…” He frowns slightly. “Do you want me to stop? I will. Ain't gonna force you or nothing. I just…I really fucking like you.”

“What?” You blink up at him. “You do?”

He huffs a small laugh, looking down at you in amusement. “Course I do. Why else would I sit through this shit?”

“Because your mother threatened you?” you say dryly. 

His laugh is louder this time, fangs flashing as his head leans back. “Nah, she’s the reason I asked for help but you’re why I stayed. Why I keep coming back.”

“Ba–Keisuke,” you correct yourself when he looks down at you. “This is…it’s sudden, don’t you think?”

“Nah, been waiting too long for this. Unless you don’t want me.” He leans closer, pressing his chest against yours. “What’s it gonna be? You gonna let me kiss you?” 

“You already did,” you point out. 

“Yeah, but I want one from you. If I kiss you again, will you kiss me back?”

You stare up at him. His gaze is soft but there’s hesitation there, as if he’s worried he’s gone too far. “Are…are you sure?” you can’t help but ask. You’ve never been confessed to before, especially not like this. 

He grins, but it’s softer than last time. “Yeah. Did you not hear me? You drive me crazy.”

“Kei-” 

He kisses you again. He bites at your lip, tugging it between his teeth in an effort to get you to open up more to him. You move slowly, parting your mouth to deepen the kiss. Keisuke groans into it, pressing closer and trying to shift closer between your legs. 

You gasp, overwhelmed by the feeling, by the taste of the soda that lingers in his mouth. Baji surrounds you like this until the only thing you can focus on is him and the feelings he’s creating in you. 

He pulls back, both of you panting as you try to catch your breath. “Be mine.” 

You swallow tightly. “What…what about Chifuyu? Kazutora?”

Baji snorts. “What about them? They’re just gonna be jealous I got you first.”

“What!?” You look at him in surprise. 

He grins, a little sharper. “You didn’t bite them though, did you?” 

“That was an accident!”

“Nah, you like me too,” he says, completely full of confidence. 

You put your hands on his chest, pushing him back. He moves with ease, following your direction. He moves to sit back on his heels as he watches you. “Keisuke, I…” you swallow tightly, suddenly nervous. “I don’t know how to be someone’s…”

He shrugs. “Shit, me either. We’ll figure it out. Just accept me.” 

“Okay,” you nod, trying not to smile. 

He grins sharply. “Good. It’s my turn to bite you back,” he lunges forward, teeth moving to your neck. You fall back laughing as he playfully nips at you.

“Baji!”

“Not my name!” he says again, pinning you down in place. 

“Keisuke!”

“There you go,” he leans forward, kissing you again. It’s slow and sweet and he pulls back just enough to look at you. 

You stare back, breath catching at the look in his eyes. “Kei-?”

“Perfect.” He grins at you before lunging forward again. You laugh wildly, hearing him join in before he claims your lips again. 

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ILLUSTRATIONS FROM OUR DEAR WAKUI <3

"I'm not upset."

The worn linoleum floor squeaked under sneakers as the students navigated the labyrinth of lockers lining the hallway. The faint smell of floor cleaner mingled with the familiar aroma of adolescent sweat and cafeteria food. Fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, casting a harsh glare on the polished surfaces and the occasional scuff mark that told tales of hurried footsteps.

Students bustled around, their voices merging into a cacophony of laughter, gossip, and the occasional shout. The walls were plastered with colorful posters announcing upcoming dances, club meetings, and sports events, each one a vibrant testament to the lively spirit of the school.

Isagi squeezed past the hurried students so he could get to the cafeteria. Lunch had started not too long ago but he was held up by the teacher for his far from great Science grade. No matter what the teacher tried, the boy seemed set on making a subpar grade. He honestly couldn't be bothered to get anything better in the subject because he already came to terms with the fact that he was pretty terrible at it. At least he knew he wasn't destined to find the cure for cancer.

He soon made it to the cafeteria and grabbed his lunch tray. His mother always offered to make him lunch but his always politely declined and settled for cafeteria food. Well that and whatever you'd bring him. That's right. Where were you? He started scanning the room as best as he could as he grabbed a bottled water and left the servers.

He walked around for a bit before coming to terms with the fact that you weren't in the cafeteria. Great. Now he'd have to go searching for you. He took the bottled water and the wrapped sandwich and ditched the lunchtray on a random empty table before leaving the Cafe. Maybe you were in the regular spot.

He exited the building and walked around till he was at the back of the school's main building. There were a couple students there, nothing compared to how many were inside. He looked around for a bit before he spotted you chatting with one of your other friends, causing him to smile a bit before approaching.

"(n/n)! Couldn't you tell me you'd be back here?" he greeted with a smile. You turned and waved at him. "I did tell you that, you just didn't listen to me." you replied before turning back to your friend to continue chatting. He sat on the grass near you and leaned his back against yours before he finally began eating.

It was nice. The soft grass against his fingers and the light breeze brushing through his hair. It was comforting. What wasn't, however, was the fact that you just didn't seem to want to stop talking to your friend or even include Isagi in the conversation. That was definitely making him tick a bit but he tried to ignore it.

Isagi had fully come to realization over the past month that he had feelings for you. Which feelings specifically were difficult to pinpoint exactly. And these feelings of his just couldn't accept the idea of you ignoring him. To be frank, he hated it when anyone ignored him and that feeling only intensified when it came to you.

The bell rang to end lunch and you were still yapping your face off to your other friend. Talk about annoying. Isagi got up from his seated position and dusted off his uniform. You turned to him and stuck out your hand for him to help you up which caused him to roll his eyes. "Oh, now you wanna acknowledge me." he huffed before pulling you up. You cleaned off your skirt before making eye contact with him. "What are you talking about, Ichi?" You asked with a quirked brow. "Nothing. Let's just head to class." he spoke as he grabbed your backpack and started walking.

You both shared the last classes together so you were able to notice his pouty little expression. Honestly, you thought it was cute but decided to leave it be for the rest of the school day.

Hours passed by and school was over. The students filtered out of the building in record time. Both Isagi and (y/n) left the compound together except somebody was pressed. "Ichi, what's wrong?" you asked as you both walked. "Nothings wrong." he spoke as he looked up at the sky. He was never a good liar. "You're a terrible liar you know. You're clearly upset." you battered as you fanned him off. "I'm not upset." he spoke lowly as he frowned a bit. "Right, and that's why you're pouting." you retorted earning a scoff from the grumpy boy.

The sun was scorching down on you both and you guys were sweating. "Let's take a break." he suggested as he sat on a bench just under a mostly shady tree. You down next to him and pulled out your hand fan from your bag before switching it on. "So, you wanna tell me why your not upset?" you asked sarcastically. "I am not!" he huffed again making you laugh. "Sure you big baby." you teased.

A few moments of silence passed before he leaned his head down to rest on your shoulder. "You were ignoring me earlier." he mumbled, knowing that sooner or later he'd tell you. "When?" you asked as you angled the small fan at him a little. "During lunch, when you were talking with your other friend." he frowned a bit again as he spoke the latter part of his sentence.

"Jealous?" You teased earning an elbow to your side and causing laughter to erupt. He loved that sound your carefree laughter. He didn't care how weird or irregular your laugh was, he loved hearing it because you left you. "Okay, okay. Maybe that was a bit harsh." you spoke with a smile. "I'm sorry for ignoring you. I know how much of an attention whore you are." you giggled a bit before he pinched your arm. "I should unfriend you for the way you treat me you know?" he replied with a amused smirk forming. "Oh please, Ichi. Who's gonna talk to you then?" you spoke with a smug expression.