"I'm Not Upset."

"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.

shhh let my husband sleep he's tired <3

Jesters and their adopted human.

Prompt ideas are thanks to @abstractsplat and @swearbunny egging me on in discord.

Close ups of my favorites:

tokyo revengers ⇢ YOU’RE TOO DRUNK TO RECOGNIZE YOUR BOYFRIEND

ft. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, keisuke baji, takashi mitsuya, rindou haitani, ran haitani & shuji hanma

warnings: alcohol and a very hammered reader. the boys are more responsible than you <3

this is one of the rare occurrences wherein MIKEY actually shares his food. when you’ve finally given up on fighting him for the last bottle of alcohol, you start whining about your sudden hunger so he slides his plate of nachos over to you. he watches you eye it for a second before you drag your gaze up to him. “i have a boyfriend you know?” you tell him, your attempt to be menacing coming out pathetically as the attitude dripping from your tone is dampened by your slurred speech. mikey doesn’t need the club to be well lit. the strobe lights already illuminate your face enough for him to get a clear view of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. “i know,” he confirms with a tinge of exasperation, “because it’s me. mikey. your boyfriend.” he emphasizes his last words, his last effort to knock some sense into you but you only let out a cackle which catches him off guard. “nice try but mikey never shares his food.”

“that’s enough.” DRAKEN snatches the last of your many drinks for the night before you can gulp it down. being the perceptive boyfriend he is, he can already hear the complaint that’s about to slip from your tongue so he’s quick to pull you by the wrist, up from your seat and out the door. “where are you taking me?” you ask as clearly as your drunken state can let you—not so much but enough for your boyfriend to understand. “home.” at his curt reply, you yank your hand from his grip with a strength that startles even toman’s former vice president. “what the hell are you doing?” draken hisses lest you make a scene in public. “i’m calling my boyfriend,” you warn him, “bet he can kick your ass.” “yeah? i’d like to see him try.” he dismisses your empty threat, reaching for you once more to guide you to the exit but upon hearing a few whispers from prying strangers who are clearly getting the wrong idea, he stops in his tracks and turns to no one in particular, no longer caring about whatever commotion he may cause as his voice booms over the loud music: “i’m the boyfriend!”

“let me go!” you relentlessly thrash around, yelling out threats of calling your boyfriend, while BAJI—the boyfriend in question—pulls you into an empty alleyway to avoid any possible public humiliation for the both of you. “fuck,” he huffs out a breath, “when did you get this strong?” some time in the night, he’s tuned you out telling him off, on a sole mission to stop you from drinking more than you already have. and he’s relieved he managed to get you out of the bar—that is until he hears a weird noise coming from you. “wh-” baji doesn’t get the chance to utter a single word as you begin to throw up. in a panic, he hastily puts your hair up with his spare tie before rubbing soothing circles on your back. your hair looks real messy, he notes, but that’s the least of his worries. “you feeling better?” he checks on you after a while, only to be met by more retching, making him grumble to himself, “and i get an earful when i drink too much.”

MITSUYA is helping you get on your feet—sweet boyfriend he is—but as soon as you find your footing, you give him a hefty shove. “i have a boyfriend, jackass!” you seethe, too drunk to recognize him, and all he can do is sigh as he regains his balance. “yes. me.” something clicks in your brain at his response and you squint your eyes to get a better look at him. “takashi?” “hi, love.” and just like that, you perk up, your mouth stretching into a wide grin. “taka,” you squeal, excitement coursing through your veins when you recognize your boyfriend, “hiiiii~” he laughs at the shift in your tone and takes the opportunity to slide an arm around your waist once more. “let’s get you home okay?” “mhm.” you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you with ease. mitsuya assumes you’re fast asleep until a few minutes later, you mumble something against his skin, “someone tried to flirt with me but i said no.” a chuckle bubbles past his lips as he adjusts his hold on you. “really?” “mhm,” you nod into his neck as you snuggle closer, “i only love you.” “i love you more.” “love you most,” you reply before soft snores fall from your lips and your breathing evens out.

you’re rambling about RINDOU to rindou himself, going on and on about the reasons that made you fall in love with him. and while you’re occasionally interrupted by your hiccups, he patiently listens to your every word then he hears a “but.” the ways you describe him next are less flattering, less romantic—how he tries so hard to act indifferent to your cooing as if the tips of his ears don’t instantly turn red. or how he has a permanent scowl etched on his face. and other things you already tell him even when you’re sober. “he’s really lucky he doesn’t have any wrinkles yet,” you add with a giggle. “you’re really annoying when you’re drunk, you know that?” rindou deadpans. despite the lack of lighting in the club, he doesn’t miss the shock washing over you, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “what?” your voice comes out shaky and your bottom lip starts to wobble, making rindou release another groan. “for fuck’s sake.”

in spite of your insistence to stay at the club, RAN easily managed to drag you to his car. this isn’t his first rodeo. as an older brother, he has had to deal with rindou when he was blackout drunk. “where are we going?” you mumble as you begin to stir in the passenger seat. “home.” “i wanna see ran.” your boyfriend throws you a quick glance—your eyes remain closed and the rest of your words are incomprehensible—before he focuses back on the road. amused by your drunken state, he plays along. “alright, we’re going to ran.” the stretch of silence that follows is cut short when you speak again, “i’m thirsty.” so ran makes a quick stop at a convenience store, coming back shortly with a bottle in hand. he unscrews the cap before he gives you the drink, “careful.” you take a big gulp, instantly grimacing at the taste and it elicits a snort from your boyfriend. “what is this?” “water.”

“want more,” you slur. across from you, HANMA watches as you clumsily reach for the empty shot glasses on the table, flipping them upside down as if more alcohol will magically appear. he’s not going to lie—he finds it funny. entertaining, even. and if the circumstances were any different, he would’ve even encouraged this behavior. but he’s your boyfriend now and if there’s one thing he truly cares about, it’s you. drunk out of your wits, you don’t notice when hanma slides out of the booth until he’s soon presenting two more glasses to you. even though the contents are the same, he asks you to choose, “which one?” “hmm… that.” before you can get your hands on your drink, hanma intercepts and downs it in one go. you’re about to protest when he throws you over his shoulder and chugs the other drink out of your sight before heading for the exit. “let’s go.”

Cat-tastrophe

Hai! This one's about timeskip!Kenma. Hope you guys enjoy.

Tw: fluff, fem!reader

(y/n) barged into Kenma's gaming room with an exasperated look on her face. "We have a problem." she said breathlessly. Kenma turned to her with a quirked brow and his controller in hand. "Lemme guess, you caused it?" he spoke with a knowing look.

(y/n) crossed her arms and pouted. "Why do you always assume it's my fault?"

Kenma didn't even need to think. "Because the last three 'problems' involved you accidentally setting the kitchen on fire, getting your head stuck in the banister, and flooding the bathroom with bubbles."

"Okay, first of all, those were all accidents. And second, I still stand by my statement that the kitchen fire was a result of the toaster being overly dramatic."

Kenma sighed, pausing his game. "Alright, what's the 'problem' this time?"

(y/n) took a deep breath. "So, you know your limited edition, ultra-rare, only-one-in-the-world Bulbasaur figure?"

Kenma's eyes widened. "What about it?"

(y/n) laughed awkwardly. "Well... it's currently starring in the latest episode of 'Cat vs. Gravity' in the living room."

Kenma's face paled. "You let Biscuit near my figurine?"

"It was an accident! I swear! I just turned my back for one second to—"

Kenma stood up, controller forgotten somewhere about his desk. "To do what?"

"To see who was the newest bachelor," (y/n) mumbled.

Kenma stared at her, a mixture of disbelief and mild amusement on his face. "You really need better hobbies."

(y/n) grinned sheepishly. "Does avoiding imminent doom count as a hobby?"

Kenma shook his head, muttering under his breath as he followed her to the living room. "Every day with you is an adventure, I swear."

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 :)

NETWORKS: @http-404-error-unknown @planetonet

“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