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Can i request something about Umemiya Hajime?

Was honestly thinking about scenarios of him secretly dating a timid and studious reader who studies in an all girls school and they never expected she'd fall in love with the leader of Bofurin, their personalities are huge opposite but i think that dynamic would be adorable.

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— You are you

Sitting on a park bench, the sun caresses my skin with its first spring warmth. I removed my school jacket earlier, leaving it folded next to me, and I enjoy the light breeze that passes through my blouse, while the sleeves are rolled up just above the elbows. I observe the people passing by, the familiar faces of those who live in this small town. I see them leading their lives, immersed in the usual monotony: the elderly lady walking her dog, the owner of the bar arranging the tables outside, the children racing with their bicycles on the streets still damp from the morning rain

It amazes me how almost surreal the quiet has become since the Bofurin students started helping this place. Umemiya often brags about his boys, and it always makes me laugh a little that he talks about them as if he were a father

Suddenly, I hear a voice calling me in the distance. I turn around and, in an instant, Umemiya's face is inches from mine. His presence takes me by surprise, but immediately makes me smile. His face is radiant, as always, full of that swagger that makes him unique "Y/n Chan!" in his hand he waves two bags from the local bakery, full of sweets that they distribute for free only to Bofurin students "Look what I brought!" he exclaims, with the enthusiasm of a child who has just won a prize. He's so different from me, so self-centered and extroverted. While I prefer the tranquility of moments like this, he always seems to live to the fullest, as if every day is a new adventure. But that's exactly what I love about him, even though our lives are so different

While I wouldn't even know what pose to throw a punch, he is the commander of the Bofurin, also called the strongest guy in the whole city

"What did you get this time?" I ask seeing the two bags, which give off a sweet smell of bread "I think they are donuts and some desserts with cream. Maybe even some sandwiches" he says opening the first bag, which is full of delicacies. Here it is normal to give anything to Furin students, especially to Ume. Sometimes I even feel guilty about eating what he receives, because I know it's not directed at me "Here, this looks delicious" he says, passing me a sandwich with cream and strawberries, which although I would like to avoid out of courtesy, I accept because I'm hungry. I give the sandwich a bite, which is full of cream. Some of it gets on my nose, but as soon as the guy notices it he removes it with his finger. I smile at him to thank him with my cheeks filled with dessert, while he wipes his finger on a handkerchief "Be slow, otherwise it could hurt your stomach afterwards"

At a certain point, however, something catches my attention. In passing, I notice some female figures in the distance, barely distinguishable among the trees in the park. They seem to be watching us, but they are far enough away that it is difficult to understand who they are. I squint, trying to focus, but the girls remain indistinct, like blurry shadows amid the spring light

"Do you know them?" Ume asks noticing what I'm looking at "I don't know. They're too far away to see clearly..." I say biting another piece from the sandwich. I try not to give it too much thought, but I can't help but wonder who they might be and why they're watching us. Maybe it's just my impression, or maybe they're simply curious, attracted by Umemiya's contagious energy, which always manages to attract attention without even realizing it. Also, he's famous here, so they could probably be looking at him rather than me

I look away and focus on him again. His laughter brings me back to the present, to the moment we are living in. I decide not to worry too much, to let go of that fleeting thought. While we are still sitting on the bench, intent on chatting and enjoying the desserts, I notice out of the corner of my eye that the figures in the distance are getting closer. As they get closer, I can distinguish them better: there are five girls, and my blood immediately runs cold. I recognize them. They are all classmates in the same class as me

My heart starts to beat faster, and that feeling of tranquility I had just experienced vanishes in an instant. I hadn't recognized them from afar because they were wearing normal clothes, different from our usual school uniforms. Seeing them like this, outside of the school environment, caught me off guard. I don't know why they are coming towards us, but I suddenly feel completely exposed. My shy side emerges forcefully. I feel small, vulnerable, as if every single flaw is visible to their eyes. I never spoke to any of them at school, and now the idea of having to interact with them in this context terrifies me. Umemiya is here next to me, but her presence, instead of reassuring me, makes me feel even more embarrassed. I don't want them to see it, I don't want them to think that we are... something, because it would make him look bad being with me, who am his complete opposite. Yet, he doesn't seem the least bit disturbed by their presence, continuing to smile and talk as if nothing had happened

I would like to run away, escape that embarrassing encounter, but I can't move. The girls get closer and closer, and I stiffen, looking down. I feel my cheeks burning with shame. I don't know what to say, I don't know how to behave. I wish I could disappear, become invisible. There is nothing more difficult for me than dealing with social situations like this, where the judgment of others seems to weigh like a boulder

When they are finally in front of us, one of them greets us with a smile "Y/s? Is that really you?" a girl asks, covering her mouth in surprise. Umemiya, on the other hand, welcomes them with his usual confidence, and I can't help but admire him, even if, at this moment, I would just like to be somewhere else, far from here

They're all smiling, and before I can even say anything, they start peppering me with questions "What are you doing here?" "Did you go out together?" "How long have you been seeing each other?" "But is it Umemiya from Bofurin?" "What are you two doing together?" they ask in chorus, with a curiosity that makes me feel even more embarrassed. My heart is pounding, and my cheeks are burning with shame. I don't know how to answer, I don't even know if I should answer. The words catch in my throat as I desperately try to find something to say that doesn't sound stupid or inappropriate. Umemiya, at my side, remains silent, observing the scene with a calm that I cannot understand

He's usually so bold and talkative, but now he seems to have decided to stay on the sidelines. The girls keep talking to me, making assumptions, laughing among themselves, and I feel smaller and smaller. Their every word is a blow to my self-esteem, every laugh a reminder that I am not like them, so confident and comfortable in every situation. I can't look them in the eyes, I keep my gaze down, trying to hide my nervousness. I wish I could dissolve

"Girls, girls, girls!" the boy finally intervenes, shifting attention to him "Are you friends whit my girlfriend?" he asks with a nonchalance that I finally recognize. Time seems to stop for an instant. The girls stare at him in disbelief, their eyes wide and their mouths slightly open. Their buzz stops, replaced by a silence full of amazement. I remain motionless, completely paralyzed. My heart beats even faster, and I feel the heat rising to my cheeks

The girls exchange quick glances, obviously shocked by the revelation. None of them seem to know how to react. For a moment, everything I had feared materializes before my eyes: their judgment, their surprise, their invasive curiosity

Finally, one of the girls breaks the silence with a nervous giggle, trying to mask her shock. "We never expected this!" she exclaims, while the others nod, still surprised "Yes, well, not for something against Y/s, absolutely! It's strange just seeing her with..." says another girl, and she doesn't finish the sentence but it's implied that she means Umemiya. A few other girls in the group nod. I can't say anything, but I feel the warmth of Umemiya's hand touching mine, a reassuring gesture that makes me understand that I'm not alone. The girls, after a few more confused comments, seem to understand that they won't get any more information from us, and slowly begin to say goodbye, still with that incredulous expression on their faces

When they finally leave, breathing a sigh of relief, I turn to Umemiya. He smiles at me, with that smile of his that always manages to reassure me, and I, despite everything, manage to smile back to my lover. Even if, hidden behind that smile of his, he's absolutely understood my discomfort. Ume stands up and holds out his hand to help me do the same "Come on, I'll walk you home" he says in that reassuring tone of voice I know so well

We walk side by side along the park path, and the tension I had tried to hide begins to melt. But as we walk away from the bench, my thoughts return to what just happened. I can't help but feel like I've lived one of my worst nightmares. Since Umemiya and I have been together, for almost a year now, we have always decided to keep our relationship private. Not for lack of feeling or commitment, but simply because neither of us likes gossip. And more importantly, we wanted to prevent his enemies from targeting me to harm him. I have always known that Umemiya's life is not without risk, and his reputation, along with the people around him, are often balanced on a thin thread

Yet, today, all this has been put to the test. As I walk beside him, I wonder if, with that brief encounter, we have ruined everything we have tried to protect for so long. The girls in our class know about us now, and I can't stop thinking about what would happen if word got out. What if some of Umemiya's enemies found out? What if my presence in his life became a weapon against him?. I feel guilty, as if I had betrayed our promise of confidentiality. Maybe if I hadn't been so embarrassed, if I had been more confident, Umemiya wouldn't have felt the need to step in and openly declare our relationship

I turn to him, trying to read his thoughts, but his face is serene, as if none of this bothers him "Are you sure you're okay, honey?" he asks with a reassuring smile, as if he sensed my anxiety. Even though I try to hide it, I know that something has changed, and I can't help but worry "This afternoon I would have expected it to be different" I say keeping my gaze lowered. He thinks about it for a few moments, before putting a hand on my shoulder to squeeze our hips together "Do you seriously care about those girls? I mean, I wouldn't give them as much weight as you are doing" he says rolling his eyes, trying to keep things light. I sigh, playing with the sleeves of the uniform jacket that I put back on in the meantime "It's just that I'm sorry for having forced you to make things public when we had decided to keep it private..." I say a little uncertain

Hearing my words, Umemiya burst out laughing. I'm surprised by his behavior and for a second I have the idea that he's laughing to keep from crying "Are you really worried about such a tiny thing? I thought you were worried because those are your bullies or something..." he says continuing to laugh. I raise an eyebrow, confused "My thing is no small matter! I broke our promise and let you down!" I say, clenching my fists, but the boy stops and lowers himself to my height "You could never disappoint me, or at least not for such a tiny thing. And then, if we've been together for so long, it would have happened sooner or later, right?" he says, running a hand through my hair. I purse my lips to try not to seem sorry since he doesn't want to see me like this, but I can't: inside I really feel like I made a mistake, that the blame for this is exclusively mine

"Y/n, really, don't get paranoid about things like that. Yes, we agreed to keep it private, but what does it matter now? You think I'm so weak that I can't protect you if something happened, do you really underestimate me like that?" he says jokingly for the last few sentences. I giggle at his words, feeling a little less guilty "Y/n, you are you. You could never willingly do something to me to annoy me. It's not a trait of your character to be mean" he says caressing my cheek, placing a kiss on my forehead. I sigh, deciding that maybe today I can let go and completely trust what he says

It's that despite being so different, we are linked by something that I didn't think I would create so well. If anything ever happens, we'll just handle it

Can i request something about Umemiya Hajime?

Was honestly thinking about scenarios of him secretly dating a timid and studious reader who studies in an all girls school and they never expected she'd fall in love with the leader of Bofurin, their personalities are huge opposite but i think that dynamic would be adorable.

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— You are you

Sitting on a park bench, the sun caresses my skin with its first spring warmth. I removed my school jacket earlier, leaving it folded next to me, and I enjoy the light breeze that passes through my blouse, while the sleeves are rolled up just above the elbows. I observe the people passing by, the familiar faces of those who live in this small town. I see them leading their lives, immersed in the usual monotony: the elderly lady walking her dog, the owner of the bar arranging the tables outside, the children racing with their bicycles on the streets still damp from the morning rain

It amazes me how almost surreal the quiet has become since the Bofurin students started helping this place. Umemiya often brags about his boys, and it always makes me laugh a little that he talks about them as if he were a father

Suddenly, I hear a voice calling me in the distance. I turn around and, in an instant, Umemiya's face is inches from mine. His presence takes me by surprise, but immediately makes me smile. His face is radiant, as always, full of that swagger that makes him unique "Y/n Chan!" in his hand he waves two bags from the local bakery, full of sweets that they distribute for free only to Bofurin students "Look what I brought!" he exclaims, with the enthusiasm of a child who has just won a prize. He's so different from me, so self-centered and extroverted. While I prefer the tranquility of moments like this, he always seems to live to the fullest, as if every day is a new adventure. But that's exactly what I love about him, even though our lives are so different

While I wouldn't even know what pose to throw a punch, he is the commander of the Bofurin, also called the strongest guy in the whole city

"What did you get this time?" I ask seeing the two bags, which give off a sweet smell of bread "I think they are donuts and some desserts with cream. Maybe even some sandwiches" he says opening the first bag, which is full of delicacies. Here it is normal to give anything to Furin students, especially to Ume. Sometimes I even feel guilty about eating what he receives, because I know it's not directed at me "Here, this looks delicious" he says, passing me a sandwich with cream and strawberries, which although I would like to avoid out of courtesy, I accept because I'm hungry. I give the sandwich a bite, which is full of cream. Some of it gets on my nose, but as soon as the guy notices it he removes it with his finger. I smile at him to thank him with my cheeks filled with dessert, while he wipes his finger on a handkerchief "Be slow, otherwise it could hurt your stomach afterwards"

At a certain point, however, something catches my attention. In passing, I notice some female figures in the distance, barely distinguishable among the trees in the park. They seem to be watching us, but they are far enough away that it is difficult to understand who they are. I squint, trying to focus, but the girls remain indistinct, like blurry shadows amid the spring light

"Do you know them?" Ume asks noticing what I'm looking at "I don't know. They're too far away to see clearly..." I say biting another piece from the sandwich. I try not to give it too much thought, but I can't help but wonder who they might be and why they're watching us. Maybe it's just my impression, or maybe they're simply curious, attracted by Umemiya's contagious energy, which always manages to attract attention without even realizing it. Also, he's famous here, so they could probably be looking at him rather than me

I look away and focus on him again. His laughter brings me back to the present, to the moment we are living in. I decide not to worry too much, to let go of that fleeting thought. While we are still sitting on the bench, intent on chatting and enjoying the desserts, I notice out of the corner of my eye that the figures in the distance are getting closer. As they get closer, I can distinguish them better: there are five girls, and my blood immediately runs cold. I recognize them. They are all classmates in the same class as me

My heart starts to beat faster, and that feeling of tranquility I had just experienced vanishes in an instant. I hadn't recognized them from afar because they were wearing normal clothes, different from our usual school uniforms. Seeing them like this, outside of the school environment, caught me off guard. I don't know why they are coming towards us, but I suddenly feel completely exposed. My shy side emerges forcefully. I feel small, vulnerable, as if every single flaw is visible to their eyes. I never spoke to any of them at school, and now the idea of having to interact with them in this context terrifies me. Umemiya is here next to me, but her presence, instead of reassuring me, makes me feel even more embarrassed. I don't want them to see it, I don't want them to think that we are... something, because it would make him look bad being with me, who am his complete opposite. Yet, he doesn't seem the least bit disturbed by their presence, continuing to smile and talk as if nothing had happened

I would like to run away, escape that embarrassing encounter, but I can't move. The girls get closer and closer, and I stiffen, looking down. I feel my cheeks burning with shame. I don't know what to say, I don't know how to behave. I wish I could disappear, become invisible. There is nothing more difficult for me than dealing with social situations like this, where the judgment of others seems to weigh like a boulder

When they are finally in front of us, one of them greets us with a smile "Y/s? Is that really you?" a girl asks, covering her mouth in surprise. Umemiya, on the other hand, welcomes them with his usual confidence, and I can't help but admire him, even if, at this moment, I would just like to be somewhere else, far from here

They're all smiling, and before I can even say anything, they start peppering me with questions "What are you doing here?" "Did you go out together?" "How long have you been seeing each other?" "But is it Umemiya from Bofurin?" "What are you two doing together?" they ask in chorus, with a curiosity that makes me feel even more embarrassed. My heart is pounding, and my cheeks are burning with shame. I don't know how to answer, I don't even know if I should answer. The words catch in my throat as I desperately try to find something to say that doesn't sound stupid or inappropriate. Umemiya, at my side, remains silent, observing the scene with a calm that I cannot understand

He's usually so bold and talkative, but now he seems to have decided to stay on the sidelines. The girls keep talking to me, making assumptions, laughing among themselves, and I feel smaller and smaller. Their every word is a blow to my self-esteem, every laugh a reminder that I am not like them, so confident and comfortable in every situation. I can't look them in the eyes, I keep my gaze down, trying to hide my nervousness. I wish I could dissolve

"Girls, girls, girls!" the boy finally intervenes, shifting attention to him "Are you friends whit my girlfriend?" he asks with a nonchalance that I finally recognize. Time seems to stop for an instant. The girls stare at him in disbelief, their eyes wide and their mouths slightly open. Their buzz stops, replaced by a silence full of amazement. I remain motionless, completely paralyzed. My heart beats even faster, and I feel the heat rising to my cheeks

The girls exchange quick glances, obviously shocked by the revelation. None of them seem to know how to react. For a moment, everything I had feared materializes before my eyes: their judgment, their surprise, their invasive curiosity

Finally, one of the girls breaks the silence with a nervous giggle, trying to mask her shock. "We never expected this!" she exclaims, while the others nod, still surprised "Yes, well, not for something against Y/s, absolutely! It's strange just seeing her with..." says another girl, and she doesn't finish the sentence but it's implied that she means Umemiya. A few other girls in the group nod. I can't say anything, but I feel the warmth of Umemiya's hand touching mine, a reassuring gesture that makes me understand that I'm not alone. The girls, after a few more confused comments, seem to understand that they won't get any more information from us, and slowly begin to say goodbye, still with that incredulous expression on their faces

When they finally leave, breathing a sigh of relief, I turn to Umemiya. He smiles at me, with that smile of his that always manages to reassure me, and I, despite everything, manage to smile back to my lover. Even if, hidden behind that smile of his, he's absolutely understood my discomfort. Ume stands up and holds out his hand to help me do the same "Come on, I'll walk you home" he says in that reassuring tone of voice I know so well

We walk side by side along the park path, and the tension I had tried to hide begins to melt. But as we walk away from the bench, my thoughts return to what just happened. I can't help but feel like I've lived one of my worst nightmares. Since Umemiya and I have been together, for almost a year now, we have always decided to keep our relationship private. Not for lack of feeling or commitment, but simply because neither of us likes gossip. And more importantly, we wanted to prevent his enemies from targeting me to harm him. I have always known that Umemiya's life is not without risk, and his reputation, along with the people around him, are often balanced on a thin thread

Yet, today, all this has been put to the test. As I walk beside him, I wonder if, with that brief encounter, we have ruined everything we have tried to protect for so long. The girls in our class know about us now, and I can't stop thinking about what would happen if word got out. What if some of Umemiya's enemies found out? What if my presence in his life became a weapon against him?. I feel guilty, as if I had betrayed our promise of confidentiality. Maybe if I hadn't been so embarrassed, if I had been more confident, Umemiya wouldn't have felt the need to step in and openly declare our relationship

I turn to him, trying to read his thoughts, but his face is serene, as if none of this bothers him "Are you sure you're okay, honey?" he asks with a reassuring smile, as if he sensed my anxiety. Even though I try to hide it, I know that something has changed, and I can't help but worry "This afternoon I would have expected it to be different" I say keeping my gaze lowered. He thinks about it for a few moments, before putting a hand on my shoulder to squeeze our hips together "Do you seriously care about those girls? I mean, I wouldn't give them as much weight as you are doing" he says rolling his eyes, trying to keep things light. I sigh, playing with the sleeves of the uniform jacket that I put back on in the meantime "It's just that I'm sorry for having forced you to make things public when we had decided to keep it private..." I say a little uncertain

Hearing my words, Umemiya burst out laughing. I'm surprised by his behavior and for a second I have the idea that he's laughing to keep from crying "Are you really worried about such a tiny thing? I thought you were worried because those are your bullies or something..." he says continuing to laugh. I raise an eyebrow, confused "My thing is no small matter! I broke our promise and let you down!" I say, clenching my fists, but the boy stops and lowers himself to my height "You could never disappoint me, or at least not for such a tiny thing. And then, if we've been together for so long, it would have happened sooner or later, right?" he says, running a hand through my hair. I purse my lips to try not to seem sorry since he doesn't want to see me like this, but I can't: inside I really feel like I made a mistake, that the blame for this is exclusively mine

"Y/n, really, don't get paranoid about things like that. Yes, we agreed to keep it private, but what does it matter now? You think I'm so weak that I can't protect you if something happened, do you really underestimate me like that?" he says jokingly for the last few sentences. I giggle at his words, feeling a little less guilty "Y/n, you are you. You could never willingly do something to me to annoy me. It's not a trait of your character to be mean" he says caressing my cheek, placing a kiss on my forehead. I sigh, deciding that maybe today I can let go and completely trust what he says

It's that despite being so different, we are linked by something that I didn't think I would create so well. If anything ever happens, we'll just handle it

📂 ‧ ₊ ˚ — Lucky

hajime umemiya x f.reader

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I just. I need a moment to talk about Umemiya’s breeding kink. I know it's just. It’s crazy man. Walk with me please

Umemiya is the type of guy to get so lost inside your pussy when he’s fucking himself into you. His brain can only focus on the way your walls are fluttering around him, the way they grip him so tight. Drawing him back in on every thrust. Practically pulling him deeper and deeper into your core. Until you’re all stretched out, taking his cock completely.

A feat in itself, honestly. Because it’s safe to say Umemiya… he’s big. Upsettingly so, really. So big you really didn’t think he was going to fit inside of your cute little pussy. He didn’t think so either– lying between your legs. Inspecting your lips. Almost making you feel embarrassed by his stare as he would lick at your entrance. Pout on his pretty lips.

“Ah baby~” He used to whine, “Do you really think she can take me? I mean… pretty girl already looks so stretched around just one of my fingers… I don’t want to hurt you, you know?”

It’s a good thing he’s broken you in now. So many hours prepping your puffy little cunt until it’s a little sore, tears beading up on your waterline. So many nights he teases you with just the head of his cock– bullying it into your entrance, not going further than just the tip even when you beg. Beg for him to fill you up, to stretch you just for him in a way you know only he can.

All because he knows what's best for you.

Or, maybe that’s just what he tells himself. Maybe he knows the second he’s finally able to bury his cock fully inside your warmth, knows that when he finally gets to feel your wet heat wrapped around him that he’s going to become entirely addicted.

And trust, when he finally does give in, he’s pussy drunk instantly. His mind drifting far off, stars floating in his vision. Only able to see your face. Only able to feel your body.

Stare you right in the eyes as his thrusts turn a bit sloppy, almost lazy. Savouring the feeling of you in any way he can. Your hips wrapped around his waist, his arms on either side of your head, propping his body up as he gives you that lazy smile. The smile he always gives when he’s about to drive you insane.

Because Umemiya, you see, he likes to play the long game. He likes to draw out pleasure, holding you just on the cusp of epiphany without ever letting you slip over the edge. Loves to bask in the glow of intimacy, creating a whole new genre of music to enjoy. Preens at the way you cling to his shoulder, holding him close.

Smiles because he knows you’ll never let him go.

Even when his thrusts are languid like this– each one slow, almost messy, but deliberate at the same time. His cock brushing against the spot inside of you that sees stars, so deep inside of you that he’s practically pressing against your cervix. Balls pressing against your ass as he pushes himself all the way inside, grinding slow circles into your whiny entrance. Just begging for him to get serious, begging for him to let you find your release.

Ah~ he wishes moments like this could just last forever~ Pretty girl on his bed, creaming around his cock. Looking so lost– but it’s okay. You don’t have to be. He’s right there to take care of you. He’ll always be right there to take care of you.

Fill you up over and over again to make you feel right. Make you feel loved, cared for.

Mmmm… and then his brain starts to drift off again. Too pussy drunk to really think about how dangerous his thoughts really may be. Too high to forget all about the birth control you take religiously.

How can he stop himself from dreaming of a future with you? Of a nice house in the same neighbourhood as his friends. Maybe by the beach so you can have Barbeques every night. Go swimming whenever you want. A family built between the two of you. How much he would love you every single day of his life.

Right, because with Umemiya, his need to breed you. His desires that start from deep in the root of his brain, spread all the way down to his fingertips, they don’t come from the need to claim. No, he already knows you're his. Knows you would never betray him.

No, those desires, the ones that have him burying his face in your neck. Have him finally giving in, picking up the speed of his hips. His thrusts melting you into a puddle of moans– your sanity so far out of reach you don’t even know if you want it back.

Those desires come from his love for you. His desire to be with you utterly and completely. To show the rest of the world the evidence of your love, the evidence of your devotion to one another.

Okay, and maybe they come from his inherent need to dote on you. To take care of you the same way you have him. Maybe just a little.

But that doesn’t matter anyway, nah, all that matters right now is you underneath him. Taking everything he has to give and more. Your neglected clit twitching as you come apart under him. Your back arching, nails digging into his shoulder blades. Coming undone from his cock alone.

Being so good– just so perfect for him.

It only drives him further, only giving you a second of reprise before he leans back from your form, pulling your hips onto his thighs. Takinging one of your legs and raising it high– placing it just right on his shoulder. Giving him the perfect angle to drive into you. The perfect angle to fill you up, breed you so full and pretty.

Imagining the way your walls will flutter once he finally pulls out, watching as his cum leaks from your fluttering hole. Knowing the second it does he’ll just take two fingers and push it back inside.

His good girl would never waste a drop, would she?

No, she wouldn’t. Not ever. Never for him. So why keep denying you of what he knows he you really want?

It only takes one look into your dazed eyes to have him falling apart after you. How can he not when you look at him like he’s hung the stars? Fucked out eyes half-lidded, pretty smile on your face that just looks so, so tired.

His hips fuck themselves as deep inside of you as he can go, his head rolling back, mouth parting in a silent ‘o’ as white fills up your walls. His lips find your ankle, kissing it gently as he thrusts into you slowly once more. Milking every last bit of cum from his cock. Making sure every last bit stays inside of you. The picture of love, of happiness right below him.

He doesn’t know how he got so lucky.

Anyway. Yeah. Umemiya breeding kink. Yeah.

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THIS IS AMAZING! I CAN'T WAIT FOR NEXT CHAPTERS! LOVE ITTTT♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

┆彡 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

Chapter one

HAJIME UMEMIYA X READER

It was extremely out of place to see an unconscious boy around your age. Anyone would have to be a fool to deny that it was more than odd and horrifying to see an unconscious body.

You felt your back start to sweat, it would be scum of you to leave a person that's unconscious to the hurt of this world. It was still fairly bright outside so you questioned how this person even ended up like this in the first place.

But still, you couldn't leave him there.

Upon walking into shadowed area, you felt a stench of nervousness beginning to find it's way to inflict worry in your brain. The senseless body before didn't move a muscle as you began approaching the lifeless boy.

As you got closer, you took note of his features; a lanky-tall body, wispy long hair that fell to his shoulders, and sharp features amongst his eyes and long nose. He gave the image of a first-year.

'He's extremely lean, even so, I can still see few of his muscles point out...' Your mind lingered away as you scanned his body up and down.

You crouched down and placed your shoulder bag on the ground as you put your hand on the boy's arm. You pushed his body gently to make him lay on his back, doing so, his eyebrows and eyes began to twitch.

The look on his face made you panic.

Backing away in a flash, you stumbled a few steps behind as you watched the boy emerge from his slumber. Now you felt it.

The feeling of an itching sensation of gaudiness began to light fire in your head. You felt like running, but to your surprise, you swallowed a thick load of saliva and stood your ground.

"Aah—" You stuttered. Your eyes continuously blinked at the image of the navy-haired male slowly erupting from his lifeless body to a now annoyed sensation.

It wasn't like you—to be found in a hectic situation like this. Could you even call it hectic? Probably not but still, this whole circumstance was able to turn all your gears to spin at an extremely fast rate.

The boy sat up, clutching the side of his head in pain with angered eyes. You heard him hiss when he felt the droplets of blood escaping from the thin layer of skin.

"Um..." Your voice was barely a whisper but the teenager in front of you caught your presence. He stared back at you with that same scowl but once he took a good look at you, it soften to a look of confusion.

Your body jolted at the harsh stare he shot you. He ultimately took notice of your jumpiness but seemed to not have cared. He stayed silent and only remained looking at you.

"...Do you need help?" You asked inquisitively.

He blinked at your offer.

"No."

A gut wrenching silence engulfs the two of you. You knew he was faking his toughness and he knew you saw right through him.

You blinked right back at him.

Your eyes travelled across his figure again. The multiple scratches and wounds on his face, the rips on his white shirt, dirtied up hands, and disheveled hair made you narrow your brows in confusion. Was he being serious?

Your stare on his face eventually made him look away with a tint of blush hiding on his cheeks in defeat.

"...Yes."

After helping up the tardy teenage boy, you found yourself walking with him to the nearest convenience store when he had told you he needed to buy treatments for wounds. After having a short conversation with him, you learned that his name was Kyotaro Sugishita. And indeed, he was first-year as you assumed. He learned that you attended the High school down from Furin and you were a third-year student.

You immediately recognized the famous Furin uniform that he wore. The High school was not too far from the one you attended and you even came across some fables of the delinquents serving justice for your town's sake. Even so, you couldn't be bothered to keep up with the school's stories they kept making.

"Don't speak much either?" You spoke softly as the two of you left the convenience store. Throughout your first instance with this random guy, you quickly came into terms he was quiet, stubborn, and funky; in the way he walked.

You held rolls of bandages and antiseptic wound cleaners in your arms while staring at the boy from the corner of your eyes. For some reason, you didn't feel as nervous when speaking to him, especially the fact that this was the first time you two met, you liked the way his personality was almost to the equivalent of yours.

He looked back at you with a blank expression and nods.

You hum.

"I need to go back to Furin." He says.

You raised your brows at the unexpected reply. "But your wounds..." Your voice barely came out as a whisper.

This time he looked at you from the corner of his eyes.

"...Come with me then."

Your mouth gaped at the sudden invite, "Is that really okay? I don't even attend the sch—"

"Come."

You stood in front of the graffitied High school in shambles, if you weren't feeling scared earlier, you were now beyond terrified to enter the school. It never really clicked in your head that a school of delinquents that focused on fighting would have a normal building. You've never come across the school till now and the moment you were able to witness the sheer size of it, it sent you off to another planet.

The sight of four floors and a rooftop was more than intimidating along with the excessive amounts of vandalism and green vines that grew over the walls in the cracks of the building. You took notice of the numerous roots that emerged from the top of the school accompanied by the random sprouts of bushes.

Sugishita continued walking forward up the steps to the doors and momentarily pushed them open and waited for you to come in.

You could practically feel your heart beating out of your chest upon entering the front doors. You thought the insides would be more nicer.

It surely was not.

"Uh, Sugishita is this really—" Before you could even speak on further, the tall-lanky boy began to walk towards the stairs without much thought. You hesitated to follow before running after him.

You convinced yourself to be lucky that school had ended about an hour ago, so luckily, Furin seemed to be empty each time you commenced to another floor. The stairs were echoey and had an ominous feeling as you soon realized the arts of graffiti continued to every single wall.

He was silent the entire time, the both of you probably exchanged a max of ten words by the time you made it to your destination.

By now, your hands and body were extremely sweaty. You could feel your heart jumping out of your chest when his long arms reached for the metal doors and pushed them open allowing the blazing sun beat down on your face when the both of you entered the roof.

From where you stood, the rooftop of Furin was something much more different than you had imagined.

Instead of the horrendous amount of graffiti scattered everywhere, it was rather kept clean and you soon realized where the roots had come from.

As you stepped onto the roof, your eyes stared in amazement at the widowed tree that grew at the top of the school and managed to adapt it's roots to grow against the concrete walls.

"Hey!! Sugishita you made it!" A cherry voice called out loud.

Your head shot back at where Kyotaro had brought you.

He never mentioned he would be bringing you to new people.

Your eyes widened at the sight of three other high school boys around his age.

'Ahh...' You mentally began to cry in your head as an image of yourself with fake tears crowded your thoughts. 'It's over for me...'

The three boys were sitting under a shed that had vines all over it, in the middle stood a wooden square bench with four plank seats on each side.

"Oh? And it seems like he brought a girl?" The boy with an eye-patch commented when he noticed your presence.

Approaching the table, your nerves couldn't handle the amount of thoughts that kept spewing from your head when you stood stupidly beside Sugishita. On the other hand, he looked almost bored.

That's when you noticed each of them were equally all roughed up like he was.

"Who're you?" The guy in the middle said. You took note of his oddly coloured black and white hair and golden eyes.

You cursed at Sugishita for not telling you in advance he was bringing you to other people you didn't know of.

As you approached the table awkwardly, you placed down the numerous rolls of bandages and liquids of hydrogen peroxide, antiseptics, medical tape, and padding wounds.

The navy-haired boy sat at the table right away and didn't even bother to introduce you to the others as you stood there awkwardly.

Thankfully, the other three were more interested about your presence.

"I've never seen you before..." A boy with bright blonde hair looked at you curiously. Looking at his face, scratches and wounds were found all over his arms and neck. From the sidelines, the lanky boy began to fiddle with the treatments he had paid for but made you carry.

"Perhaps you are Sugishita's girlfriend?" The one with the eyepatch said. You failed to notice how the one with the black and white hair jumped at his accusation. While the boy in the question didn't even bat an eye.

"Er— No..." You said awkwardly looking away.

"I apologize for intruding..." You bowed your head slightly making the three look at each other weirdly.

They returned your gaze back to you and completely ignored the way the navy-haired male was struggling to figure out how to clean up his own wounds.

"There's no need to apologize."

"Right, we were just curious on who you were. We've never seen you is all!"

"G..girl...friend?"

You began to mumble when your eyes winced at the way the first-year boy broke the cap of the antiseptic bottle causing the three of them to turn their attention to his. The liquid began to spill making the blonde one out of the three whine at him.

The one with the eye patch sighed at the wasted cleanser while the black and white haired boy began to insult hm.

You didn't know why you were still there.

"[Name] right?" Nirei shut one of his eyes as you held one of the cotton pads to the side of his cheek after cleaning it with hydrogen peroxide.

You hummed in agreement. After offering to help the four of them, each of you introduced yourself to one another. You soon realized that this group of boys were in the same class as Sugishita and had been on patrol earlier leading up to the state they were in. But still, you were wondering why Sugishita was found unconscious in the middle of a random alleyway when you stumbled across him.

"Yes?" You questioned back plainly before taking a piece of the medical tape and placing it on the cotton pad.

"[Name] huh..." He repeated again as you turned away to treat Sakura's wound on the tip of his right brow.

He jumped when you got close to him.

"That's weird, I've never heard about you before...." Nirei continued looking up at the ceiling of the shed. Suo smiled.

"Is it because you don't do well with women?" He chimed in with a kind grin.

"What! No!"

You remained silent the entire time, not feeling as imitated as before once you learned that they were also first-years. Compared to you, being a third-year had it's many perks.

"Say [Name], what school do you go to?" The blonde-haired boy asked as Sakura stared back at you with wide eyes and a red face as you began dabbing the cotton ball of cleanser on his dry bloodied wound.

"Hikari High."

The other three listened inquisitively.

You focused on Sakura after answering Nirei's question. One thing you knew right away, the boy you were dealing with now was the most difficult of them all. You were able to clean up Sugishita, Suo, and Nirei's most prominent wounds with very little trouble but as soon as you got to the black and white-haired boy, you could tell he was more nervous than you've probably ever been, and he did a terrible job at hiding that.

"Please stop moving." You warned him removing the cotton ball away, "I don't want to accidentally hurt you."

His eyes shot away from yours, "I-I'm not moving!"

"Yes you are." Suo objected.

"SHUT IT!"

There were very few times where you would be annoyed, somehow, this was one of the very few times. A small sigh of irritation left your lips when you stood up and walked behind him as a last resort. The others questioned what you were doing until your hands reached over his body and you began to treat his wounds from there.

"Is this better?" You asked.

You somehow made it worse.

"Y-yes!" He yelled loudly making everyone snicker at his reaction.

The atmosphere the four of them perceived was easygoing. You didn't even notice the way you quickly grew comfortable to their company which you usually do not see yourself doing. It was supposed to be another bland day of school as nothing big never goes on in your life. It was the first time you felt something remotely interest happen to you and seeing that you found yourself in the most infamous High school of where you lived, nobody would have believed that someone like you managed to climb your way up here.

They continued to converse with each other as you continued cleaning on Sakura's wounds, mostly Nirei, Suo, and Sakura since you learned Sugishita fell into the categories of the less talkative people. They didn't mind that it was mostly them speaking. They quickly learned you were possibly shy coming across newer people.

Having been so caught up with the new group of people you met, the sounds of the metallic doors opening caused you to jump on spot.

All of your attentions were not directed towards where the sound came from, to your disbelief, a pair of two older guys walked in and turned to where you stood.

The strange strands of grey hair flowed gently in the wind when his eyes met with the group of people already at the rooftop before him. He hadn't noticed the the display of people upon entering at first, too caught up on his thoughts of worry and concern and so the moment he came across an unfamiliar feminine face, his ocean blue eyes stared back into yours with a hint of curiosity completely forgetting about the others that he originally came to see.

You stared back at him in shock, already taking note of how much matured he looked. Well defined features, bulky muscles, and sharp features on his face made you realize he was someone about your age now. You couldn't see him in detail due to the distance that separated the both you, but when he realized he had been caught in a gaze in the depths of your eyes, he failed to shake out of it as curiosity began to shape in his head.

'Who is she?'

Chapter two

Hello hello!

I hope you're doing good

First of all I really like your writing ❤️

I would like to make a request, for bofurin + shishitoren with a Musician (pianist) S/O

If it's not too much bother! Thank you ❤️‍🩹

Character with pianist!reader (BOFURIN + SHISHITOREN)

Haruka Sakura

The first time when you told him you liked to play the piano he was more than shocked. He's never come across anyone with a talent like that, so when he sees you play for the first time he thought you were a worldwide genius with the brains of space and time.

Eventually, he ended up finding interest in the way your hands create all sorts of movements, there's a slight feeling of amazement whenever he watches you play.

Sometimes, when he's feeling nice he'll join you to play with you and this is your chance to teach him about the many keys. He looked almost frightened for no reason in particular but he ended up becoming a fast learner and picked up playing a simple song of twinkle twinkle little star.

Hajime Umemiya

When he caught a glimpse of you playing for the first time, he had to double take at your figure sitting on the seat in front of a piano to make sure he was seeing things correctly. He doesn't think of it as he'd never expect someone like you to play something so sophisticated, it's more of how impressed he is that you were able to take on that type of hobby.

He's one of the cheeky people that ask you to play certain songs. It's annoying to you whenever randoms ask you to play random music and expect you to succeed right away even though you've never heard of the melody before, but the way Umemiya asks if you could play is said in a way where he encourages you to try it out.

There are a few moments where he feels like causing trouble and will purposely press one of the lowest keys while you're playing to see if it scares you. It never works and he always complains each time when he realizes he didn't get away with it.

"Awh, I really thought that would've gotten you!"

"Hajime, you've done that like 10 times already..."

Toma Hiragi

The sounds of beautiful music playing in his ears made him think about how he would have never been listening to this genre of music if it weren't for you.

His music taste falls into rock and so the loud boasting guitarist and drummers was his go to music, but when he learned that you enjoyed playing the piano, only then he thought about opening his music taste to other genres.

When it comes to you playing the piano in general, he feels bad about it but he likes to watch you play more than actually listen to whatever you're playing.

If you have practice sessions he likes to pick you up and ask you if you learned anything new today.

Taiga Tsugeura

One of the very few people that is actually surprised you play. Normally speaking, a guy who's hobbies are working out constantly and a girl who's laidback that plays the piano shocks many people at how different your personalities are. You still love him though.

He offers to sit beside you on the bench if you're playing for fun and tries to mimic the way you play. It never works though.

Mitsuki Kiryu

He laughed? Not in a bad way but he laughs when he's caught off guard.

He likes watching you play as well and listen to the music at the same time.

He sometimes uses you as a background music whenever he's chilling on his phone and waits for you to join him when you're done practicing.

Hayato Suo

He's intrigued.

Surprisingly, he doesn't know how to play the piano but he knows how to read the notes.

He likes to help you with reading them although he could never play them in his life. He almost acts like your piano instructor.

He can tell when a note is off and critiques you about it. He still encourages and helps you.

Whenever your playing, he likes to stand right beside you and wait till your finish, he sometimes gives you shoulder massages after you're done too!

Jo Togame

When he found out, he called you Mozart.

He still occasionally calls you that name for the hell of it but he's still genuinely impressed that you play.

He's a bit annoying but he'll try to mess you up by placing his hands on your shoulders while you play. You'll question him what he wants but he stands there silent and starts to sway you from side to side in hopes you mess up.

Other times, he falls asleep when you play in the same room as him. He didn't expect himself to actually knock out when he heard the music you played, so when he woke up to you sitting on the couch beside him on your phone, he asked you what happened.

Tomiyama Choji

Sits there and listens. When he heard that you played the piano, just like Sakura he also thought you were a worldwide genius that could solve the natures of earth.

Obviously he didn't actually think that but he stereotyped you as a smarty pants. You yelled at him for that.

Since then, he's learned to shut up and listen to when you play. It's a bit creepy though, only after you finish the last note he'll walk up to you and say you did amazing.

patch up.

or, you tend to their wounds after a fight, featuring: ren kaji, sakura haruka, hajime umemiya, jo togame

a/n: one of the many lovely suggestions I received, and I thought it was a perfect opportunity to try out miniature scenario format writing. critiques/tips are welcome and appreciated and I hope y’all enjoy it!

c/w: established relationships, non-graphic descriptions of injury, allusions to violence, minor gore, language, first aid, minor angst (sakura), fairly suggestive (ume), protective!boys!!!, fluff, soft feelings uwu, just some lovey-dovey stuff with hints of suggestiveness, afab!reader, fem!reader

“just a word from the wise, kaji; this process tends to go a lot faster when you stay still.”

kaji responded to your jab with little more than a glower, though its sharpness was dulled by the subtle swelling along his right eyebrow. a few moments of silence passed before he relaxed his shoulders and stilled his posture.

“I didn’t ask you to do this, y’know.” kaji grumbled around his sucker, wincing at the firm press of the peroxide-soaked cotton ball against the open cut through his eyebrow. you kept your eyes from wandering down to his lips, knowing damn well that the sight of them wrapped around the sucker would completely derail your focus from the current task.

“you didn’t, but I want to do this. you got roughed up because of me — I think it’s only fair.”

guilt burned low in your gut at the reminder — had you been paying better attention, that stupid little street brawl never would have broken out; and kaji wouldn’t be sitting on your kitchen table, bruised and cut up.

“what are you, stupid?” kaji hissed lowly, words slightly muffled by his sucker. “those assholes didn’t have any right to start somethin’ with you.”

your heart fluttered in your chest, which had started to warm beneath kaji’s sentiment. kaji had always been this way when it came to you; protective to a near idiotic fault. the disgruntled man you’d bumped into hadn’t even raised a hand towards you, but kaji was quick to interfere long before he even had the chance. you had a small suspicion it had something to do with the fact that the man had referred to you as a ‘little bitch.’

it was stupid and ridiculously testosterone-fueled, but kaji’s protectiveness of you still left you feeling warm and fuzzy.

“be that as it may, you still got hurt because of me.” you quipped back, removing the cotton wad and tossing it into the trashcan. you rummaged through the plastic kit next to kaji and plucked out a small bandage. kaji kept his eyes lowered as you placed the bandage over the cut, smoothing it down gently with the pads of your fingers.

“alright, done with that one,” you announced, observing your work. you’d gotten quite skilled at this kind of thing, you dully noted. that probably wasn’t a good thing. “okay, lose the sucker. your lip is busted and I need to clean it.”

“no way, I just opened this one.” kaji rebutted, sealing his lips tighter over the sucker. you rolled your eyes with an exasperated fondness.

“I didn’t say you have to throw it away. just take it out.” you reiterated, and kaji glanced at you. with a sigh he pulled the sucker out and held it between his fingers, twisting it within them as he murmured, “hurry up with it, then.”

you smiled softly and pulled a fresh cotton-ball from the kit. you soaked it with some peroxide and then pressed it against the cut on kaji’s lip. he hissed in response but remained otherwise still.

“it’ll only take a moment. this one isn’t as bad.” you reassured him, only getting a soft grunt in response. within a few seconds you’d managed to clean away the dry and clotted blood along the cut, relieved to notice that it really was only superficial. though, kissing kaji would be a bit difficult until it healed, sadly.

you disposed of the dirty cotton-ball and began closing up your kit; by now kaji was wriggling against the table top, clearly impatient for the process to be over and done with. kaji was always a bit disgruntled during the whole ordeal, but he let you do it anyway — you wondered if it was more for him or for you. either way, you appreciated it.

kaji slipped off of the table and raised his hand to slip the sucker back into his mouth, but you shot your hand out and caught his wrist before he could. kaji sent you a soft glare of confusion, which you ignored, and you put his hand down and out of the way so you could lean up and close your lips against his.

you could feel the split against your own lip, a gap within the softness of his bottom lip, and held the kiss for a few moments. when you pulled away to look into his eyes, your stomach churned pleasantly at the haze that had entered them; his lips were still parted slightly, and his breaths were a bit short and puffy. you released his wrist and smiled softly.

“thank you for defending me.” you whispered, causing kaji’s face to light up like a christmas tree. god, for such a strong, temperamental man, he sure was adorable.

“really, you don’t have to do this.” sakura grumbled, eyes focused on everything except your face that was inches away from his. his cheeks were flushed prettily, and his lips had formed into that signature pout that you’d come to love.

“well, are you going to stop me?” you challenged, swiping bicolored bangs away from sakura’s forehead to assess the small cut there. sakura remained silent, with his body tensed up and shoulders hiked — but the bashful expression on his face told you everything. so cute.

“it won’t take long, I promise.” you soothed, shoving back the insatiable urge to tease him a bit. sakura couldn’t take much in terms of that, and you really didn’t want to deal with combustion on top of cuts and bruises. sakura merely grunted in response.

you fell silent as you rummaged through your kit, pulling out the various things you’d need; a bottle of peroxide, bandages, a few cotton-balls, and that one small bottle of pain relievers you kept stowed away within it.

by now, cleaning and tending to wounds were second nature to you — you could probably perform the process in your sleep, so your movements were relaxed as you soaked a cotton-ball with peroxide and cleaned around the cut with it. sakura barely made any noise as you did so, but he did flinch back subtly from the sting, which pulled a small apology from your lips.

the silence was surprisingly comfortable as you worked, and by the time the time you’d cleaned and bandaged every cut you could see, even sakura had fallen into a sense of comfort. his shoulders drooped slightly and the tension was gone from his body — the sight of him strangely reminded you of a cat curled up on its owners lap, comfortable and warm. as much as sakura grumbled about it, he always seemed more relaxed after you patched him up. and that could really only mean one thing — he secretly liked it.

thinking back on all the times he initially rejected your affection only to melt back into it made your heart hurt. sakura must have been so starved for any form of positive affection, more damaged than you could have imagined from years off of sustaining himself on negative attention — a memory floated up to the forefront of your mind; the morning sakura had slept in and you’d entered his small apartment only to find him curled around the pillow you had gifted to him, hugging it close as if it were some sort of lifeline.

he had been so alone for so long — he must have been scared to admit how much he craved your attention.

“hey, sakura,” you called softly, capturing his lidded gaze with your own. “you really like it when I do this, don’t you?”

sakura’s eyes widened and he flushed all the way to his neck. his lips opened and closed on broken-up stuttered words, all of which seemed to be alluding to a denial, but he simply couldn’t figure out how to push them through to make a complete sentence.

his reaction had you simultaneously giggling and feeling a bit bad, so you reached forward and cupped his bandaged cheek.

“it’s okay if you do, sakura. no one else has to know, ‘kay?” you whispered, heart fluttering at the subtle way sakura nuzzled into your palm. “it’ll just stay between us; like a secret.” you added with a soft smile.

sakura seemed at a loss for words; but the way he looked at you, as if you quite literally hung the moon, had you swooning on your feet and weak in the knees. unable to resist his pretty face any longer, you leaned forward and captured his lips. sakura responded immediately, a hand flying up to cup over yours on his cheek.

heat flared through your body and you had to pull away far too son for your liking — you had only meant this as a kiss of comfort, and if you didn’t steer things in a different direction, you very well ran the risk of having to re-bandage cuts again.

“I’ll patch you up, always,” you breathed softly against his lips, pulling a full body shudder from sakura. “as long as you want me to — for as long as you’ll have me — I’ll do it.”

with the way sakura surged back in to kiss you, you had a sinking suspicion that he didn’t much care if he reopened his wounds.

“y’know, you really should think about becoming a nurse.”

you snorted at the familiar jest and pressed your finger into the bandage on umemiya’s cheek bone. oh, this was a familiar course of events.

“ouch!” he exclaimed, flinching back from the sudden explosion of pain. you smirked lazily and reached down to pull out another bandage. you had already cleaned and sterilized the superficial wounds on umemiya’s face, and all that was left was securing a bandage over them.

umemiya knocked his knee into your thigh with a pout. “why’d’ya do that?” he whined, reminding you of a toddler rather than an eighteen year old man.

“you always make that joke.” you stated simply, soothing the small bandage over the bridge of his nose. umemiya’s white brows scrunched together and his lips pursed.

“but it isn’t a joke. you’d make an amazing nurse.” umemiya defended, prompting you to shake your head.

“ume, i have no interest in being a nurse. you know that.” you replied flatly, leaning back slightly to scrutinize your work. the bandages were snug against his skin, and not skewed in any awkward directions. the only thing you couldn’t fix was the purpling bruise just above his jaw. he was still so handsome, though, even when he was all bruised and bandaged.

long fingers curled into your clothed hips. using the leverage of his grip umemiya pulled you closer and caged your thighs with his own. you stumbled slightly from umemiya’s sudden pull, and your hands instinctively dropped to his shoulders for stabilization. umemiya was sitting on the bench whereas you were standing between his legs, giving you the vantage point of being slightly taller than him. the position was actually quite… intimate.

“I still think you’d be amazing at it,” umemiya whispered, his voice just slight deeper than it was before. “not to mention, the outfit would look absolutely sexy on you.”

heat rushed to your cheeks and you scoffed away the sudden bout of nervousness, playing it off with a slap to umemiya’s shoulder.

“of course your mind would go there, you perv.” you scolded, desperately screaming at your heart to just slow down. heat was radiating off of umemiya’s body, the scent of his cologne so much sharper in your close vicinity, and the combined sensations were making your head fuzzy.

“hmm, I may be a perv, yet you still jump at every chance to fix me up,” umemiya teased. “a true, bone fide nurse, baby. absolutely no discrimination from you.”

okay, that was it, you were going to combust if he didn’t shut up. or you’d run away. or slap him.

“you would take such good care me, yeah? I’d probably lose more often just so you could patch m— ouch!”

third option it was.

his stare was soft and reverent, lidded emerald eyes glued to your face and his lips quirked in the laziest of smiles. his shoulders were slumped and his muscles were void of any tension.

at this very moment, jo togame looked like the perfect vision of a man relaxed.

which seemed odd, considering his face had been busted open and you were practically pouring peroxide in his cuts.

“how did this happen, again?” you inquired quietly, examining the wounds as best you could while simultaneously disinfecting them. none of them seemed too deep, but they had still bled a worrying amount.

“got in a fight.” togame drawled vaguely, his deep, rolling voice slithering into your ears in a serpentine way.

“yeah, I figured that much. I meant why, and with who?”

“sloooow dooown, baby. too many questions at once.” togame teased, groping near blindly with his hands until they found purchase on your hips. he attempted to pull you down into his lap, but you held fast.

“togame.” you pressed, narrowing your eyes. it was very tempting to sink into his wide, welcoming lap, but your boyfriend had just waltzed into the apartment with a busted up face and no explanation — and that required your attention and focus.

togame sighed but kept his hands on your hips. “remember that guy at the market? the one that was harassin’ you?”

your eyes widened in shock and your lips fell open.

“togame, don’t tell me you tracked him down—”

“don’t worry, baby. I didn’t track him down — he tracked me down. brought some buddies, too. guess he didn’t like that I embarrassed him.”

your irritation instantly melted to worry. you dropped your hand from the wound you were tending to in favor of cupping his cheek.

“oh my god, togame. are you—”

“I’m fine,” togame cut you off quickly. “trust me, the other guys look much worse. you don’t need to worry about me.”

you scrunched your brows together and sighed. togame was always shrugging you off like that. you supposed you could understand; togame was strong, perfectly capable of holding his own even when outnumbered. but you still hated seeing him hurt.

“heeeey,” togame drawled, as if he could hear your thoughts. his fingers dipped into your hips and his thumbs began stroking them. “if you’re all that worried about me, come on down here lemme hold you.”

you smiled softly but caved into his demands, slipping into his lap and collapsing against his chest. togame hummed and wrapped his arms around you, hooking his chin over your shoulder.

togame’s entire body melted into the couch, relaxed and fluid — well, most of his body anyway. there was a specific part of him that was beginning to stand at attention.

“are you sure you just want to hold me, togame?”

god, to be able to sit in togame’s lap mmmmm

Sweet things he does as your boyfriend (Wind Breaker guys)

A/n:So i really liked Wind Breaker and this is something i decided to do for these guys. I need more content for them🙏🏻 (Sakura's a bit longer, but can you blame me?)

Warnings: none

Genre:fluff

Type: Headcanons

Pairings:Sakura, Suo, Umemiya, Kiryu, Kaji

Haikyuu!! (Setters) version

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Sakura Haruka⚝

As cliché as it sounds he loves giving you his jacket to wear. (He won't tell you tho) He feels so flustered about it, but does it almost every time. Even if you aren't cold, he likes the fact that it can show that he is your boyfriend (plus it scares creeps away). Yeah, it might be a little bit big on you, but who cares? He will just wrap it around your shoulders without saying a word when you two go out.

He stands a step behind you when you walk on your side. He feels like he can protect you better this way, he again, won't tell you that tho. If you mention something about it, he'll just keep denying it, until you stop asking.

Suo Hayato⚝

He gives you some of his jewellery to wear while you are out together or just in general. That way you always have something his to remind you of him, even when he isn't there. If you don't usually wear jewelleries, his will stand out on you, and if you do usually wear, you will also put one of yours on him so that both of you have something of the other.

Hajime Umemiya⚝

He will ask you about your favourite flower. It doesn't matter what it is or where he needs to go to find it. He makes sure to give you a bouquet of it at least one time in the month even if it isn't a special accusion. If he can grow the plant himself, be prepared for a ton shit of them, because this guy will make a literal garden of it. (And it looks so beautiful)

Mitsuki Kiryu⚝

Kiryu is a gentleman. That's like a love language for him. He would hold your hand everywhere you go, step in front of you when something happens. He open doors for you, pays when you go out, walks you home, he is just a person of act of service + more. He'll tell you how beautiful you look every time he sees you, and his compliments are always so creative.

Ren Kaji⚝

He has a playlist full of songs that you listen to or mentioned you like them. He listens to every single one and when you two meet again, he gives you the playlist and tells you what he thinks about each song.

Every time he goes needs to fight, after he became your boyfriend, he will put his headphones around on you and literally shove his lollipop into your mouth and after the fight he'll get back his headphones, but sometimes will let you keep the lollipop.

© mariaace 2024 pls do not copy, translate, steal or claim any of my works!

Reblogs are highly appreciated!

@un0rin

Love languages (Wind Breaker guys)

A/n: MORE WIND BREAKER!!i love this anime sm

@semisutopia @transmascaraa @kajibunny (very sorry if you didn't want to be tagged, i just assumed you would like to see this😢)

Btw inspiration for this from @un0rin and her love language hc's for bllk guys. (go check them out😠i mean pls do) Now enjoy reading!

Warnings:i think none?

Genre: Pure fluff

Pairings: Sakura, Suo, Umemiya, Kiryu, Kaji

Sweet things he does as your bf

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Sakura Haruka

Does Sakura have any idea what love languages are? Absolutely not. Still for giving, his is definitely act of service and quality time. He likes being with you all the time, even tho he would never admit it. While he's with you, he can actually relax and not have his guard up. Act of service comes out more naturally in him than he would like it. Don't get me wrong, he would do anything for you, but the problem is that he doesn't even realise when he's doing it. He doesn't realise how when you said you wanted a sertain boba he was already at the shop, he doesn't realise how when you said you like Suo's earrings he was asking him from where they are. And every time he realises, he blushes like crazy. For receiving he would prefer physical touch and words of affirmation. As much as he wouldn't admit it. He loves your touch and your compliments. Usually, he doesn't accept those things from people, but when it comes to you? He just can't resist you.

Suo Hayato

Now Suo is a very... Mature lover? Sure, let's go with that? 😅 MY POINT. For giving it's all. I'm sorry, i just can see him doing all the things regularly. Act of service, physical touch, gift giving, words of affirmation and quality time. He doesn't have a favourite way of spoiling you, okay?☺️ BUT. His words are always so beautifully picked out. He knows how to compliment you. Whether that be when he wants to make you flustered or tease you, be more passionate, when you need reassurance. His words just always work. Now, for receiving? Suo enjoys your compliments and spending time with you. He handles compliments veeery well tho. He's slick, okay? Most of the time he will return it back to you tho. Also, when he is one patrol, if he sees you he will go up to you. And when you finish school, he is already at the gate waiting for you.

Umemiya Hajime

Now for this big sunshine of a man. For giving it would totally be gift giving. But not just any gift, no no no. Most of the time it's flowers. Flowers he grew himself and gave them to you. He learns your favourite flower and puts it in graden right away. His other gifts are always very creative too. He sometimes doesn't even realise when is he already at the store to buy them, it just happens, okay? Of course, we can't forget also, physics touch. This man is clingy as hell, in a good way tho. Always an arm around your waist or resting on your shoulders, hugging you when he sees you right away, hands interlocked while you're walking together, etc. Now for receiving uhm...to be honest this guy doesn't care. He would genuinely enjoy everything the same amount. He loves everything you do, like you could breath in his direction and he'll find it cute.

Mitsuki Kiryu

Okay, let me start again by saying. Kiryu. Is. A. Gentleman. He is the Man in Wind Breaker. For giving, i feel like act of service definitely and words of affirmation. And kind of physical touch. But like, soft physical touch, not like Umemiya who would jump on you, Kiryu is very soft and careful with his touch towards you especially. And now for his compliments. His are kind of similar to Suo's to be honest. He is soft spoken and knows how to gift compliments. He is also cannonly popular with girls so. For receiving tho? Hm..... I had to think here, but I think i would go with quality time and gift giving. And by gift giving, i mean giving him little things. I don't think he is a person who prefers big gifts over little. Like, they're very important because they are from you. And for the other, he just likes spending time with you.

Kaji Ren

Wohoo have i ever told you how much i love Kaji, hm? No? Well now i do. I fucking love this guy. Now onto the actual thing. For giving...well i would say quality time and act of service. He's not very good with words or touch, so he prefers to show his affection through other things. Like act of service, and the point of that, is that he doesn't do it for anyone else. If you told people how Kaji treats you, most of his friends would be like "Are we talking about the same Kaji?" You're just special okay? Also all of the time that he can be with you, he is not waisting it, you are glued to him. Now, for receiving as much as this guy won't admit it, it's physical touch. Again, like Sakura because of his pride. He might act annoyed, but thr moment you pull away from him, he's like "Nuh uh get back here." Yeah, you would bethe one to grab hus hand and hug him first, but he would also eventually. Not really in front of others tho. Or maybe sometime...

© mariaace 2024 pls do not copy, translate, steal or claim any of my works!

Requested by: @rebelshiningstargirl If it's possible, can you make another smut one but with super sub umemiya? I see him as a switch so it would be pretty interesting to see him as a bottom 👀 only if you feel comfortable with it, of course! Thank you in advance

Sorry for the late post, I was sick and my brain wasn't braining, but now I'm better (I think). Everyone take care of yourselves and Stay healthy, stay cuddly, stay fuzzy

Hajime Umemiya x reader

TW: smut - 18+, sub! bottom! Hajime, reader has cock or strap

You heard the sound of pretty moans leaving his mouth once again, as your lips trailed down his chest. Your teeth grazed against his nipple making him squirm. Thighs tightened around his legs as you tried to keep him still, continuing your ministrations.

It was almost impossible for everyone but you to imagine how Hajime would be like not in power, for once. The fearsome and admired leader of Bofurin is lying so pliantly under you. Just waiting for you to touch him more, and to love him more. He was such a great lover.

His hands moved to your wrist as your fingers pressed against his nipple. You pulled away from his chest and gazed at him. His flushed face and blessed expression turned you on even more than you already were. His fingertips moved against your skin subtly telling you something. But you didn't give it to him yet because you had an agreement. "Hajime, I told you no touching." Your voice was lower and firm and he immediately let go of your wrist. You then hovered closer to his face and pecked the tip of his nose making his eyes flutter. Your smile appeared, slightly teasing, as you appreciated how he obeyed your commend letting you take your time with him.

He was such a good puppy for you. Doing anything you said, and so easily agreeable, only for you. Your mouth moved down his body leaving a trail of love bites and hickeys along his chest. One of your hands found its place back to the nipple you were playing with while the other brushed against his tip. You smeared his precum over his cock and he let out such a delicious groan. "Please more." His voice was breathless and his hands ached to be able to tangle into your hair. Especially, when your tongue pressed into the top of his cock.

...

"So pretty." You praised him as he arched his back just like he knew you liked when he was on all fours. His hole was used to you, so it wasn't that hard to push into him. Still, it stretched him and he let out a groan feeling as you filled him fully. His hands grabbed at the sheets tightly, kneading at the cloth. "Do you feel good? Am I fucking you good?" You asked wanting to hear his voice all needy. When he only nodded in answer your hand slapped his ass and you leaned over his back your mouth at his ear. Your fingers combed through his white hair and tugged on it. "Need to hear you." "Yes, yes. So good." He moaned out his face turning to look at you sideways. His eyes were glistening and his cheeks coloured red. When you trusted again it was against his prostate. His mouth opened in silent scream and he breathed deeply.

It was such a great rush of power and sexiness to see the Bofurin leader trembling beneath you. His muscled body pressed to yours, so strong yet so soft and warm to touch. Your moves speed up as his groans grew more frequent. "I'm close." You smiled at that and continued pushing rhythmically into him. "Do you?" A grin appeared on your face. "Then beg for it, Hajime." His fingers pushed more into the pillows and his legs started trembling. Your arms grabbed at his waist to keep him in the same position. "Please, please let me come."

You kissed his back in approval and used the fact you held him by his waist to sneak your hand under him to brush against his hard cock. He crumbled at that pushing his head down onto the covers and biting at him as he felt his orgasm reaching its peak. You pumped his length as he came, painting his stomach white. You heard his moans not fully silenced by the pillow in his mouth. After he finished his body slowly slipped to lie on bed. Your hand left his dick and brushed his back as he calmed down. His chest heaved and he squirmed against the bed in delight.

"I need more." He said shortly and you grinned at him, your body on top of his. He was always so insatiable. It was his way of converting all the energy he used to use during fights, and you understood it. You weren't one to deny him, especially when you could be spending so much with him in bed. You kissed his shoulder blade and bit into his skin before you entered him once more. "So needy." You laughed in his ear making him pout softly. The sound of your bodies rutting against each other echoed around the room throughout the whole night.

palette

hajime umemiya x graffiti artist!reader only a little snippet, but it might become bigger later, word count: 899

you were at home right here with the collection of paint markers and aerosol cans at your feet. your free hand adjusted the filtration mask on your face as you sprayed a nonsensical pattern onto the wall using a fluorescent green so bright it almost hurt your eyes. as you began to draw on the concrete wall using a black paint marker, you felt the sneaking suspicion that eyes were on you. 

that was odd. 

you did most—hell, all your graffiti work in the dark of night, hidden from sight. you’d been chased off by a few townsfolk when you were tagging signs or walls in broad daylight, which you supposed was fair. you were technically doing something utterly illegal, after all. but you kept at it at night, painting flowers and animals, or just random letters onto whatever surface you could. 

bofurin boys often covered it up—as was their right, too, you supposed, but it always irritated you when you’d come back around and find work you’d slaved on all night be covered up with a fresh layer of white paint. 

but back to the feeling that you were being watched. 

“who’s there?” you call out, pulling off your filtration mask slightly. 

“so you’re the one doin’ all those green tags!” a boisterous voice said, and you felt a sudden presence right behind you. you whirled around, dropping your black paint marker across the floor, wincing as it skittered across the alleyway. “did you know that this taiyaki place has called us every day for a week about the graffiti?” 

fuck. you did know that voice. hajime-fuckin’-umemiya, leader of the bofurin, who had essentially annexed and reformed furin high school by force. not only were they vigilante heroes of justice—they also practically were civil servants that served the community—and now their fucking leader was staring at you with a strange, open look in his eye. 

he wasn’t even dressed in his furin uniform—you think you’ve seen it a few times, the whistling long coat that he wore out on patrols with some of the other furin boys. despite it all, he somehow had that sort of aura of warm authority about him—paired with a brilliant and curious smile on his face.

“so what?” you ask defensively. 

“you do know the graffiti’s illegal, right?” umemiya questioned, raising an eyebrow as he walked over to where your marker had skittered across the floor, picking it up. “you could be put in jail for up to five years, you know!” he flipped the marker around, holding it out to you. 

“like i need someone from furin lecturing me about that,” you say, taking the marker back from him. umemiya seemed to deflate a little, almost like a sad puppy, upon your very subtle furin insult, so you hastily add a, “no offense.” 

“mm. i get it, i get it! i do. all the work i did to rehabilitate bofurin’s image doesn’t mean much when people remember how dangerous it was before,” umemiya says sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck. “but! i figured i’d come around the taiyaki shop at night, see if there was some repeat offender doing the graffiti, and here you are!” 

umemiya spreads his hands magnanimously, and you can see how worn and callused his hands are from years spent brawling against other students. there was no way he was going to start fighting you, right—?

“i just wanted to ask you to stop,” umemiya says. “i mean, i respect your artistic visions! i always thought it was a waste to paint over your works—i remember one time you did this bright yellow rabbit on a blue moon, very cool, by the way—and—“

huh?

“i really like your art! i was wondering, if maybe…”

you held your paint marker, watching umemiya seemingly steeling his nerves for a moment–

“do you want to come to furin and paint? there’s a lot of graffiti already, and most of the time when we patrol we never use the classrooms anyway, so if it was anonymity you were worried about, that’s covered—and plus, at night, you’d still get a lot of time to do whatever you want—”

“… you’re offering me a place at your school to just—paint?” you ask confusedly, raising an eyebrow. 

“well, yeah!” umemiya says. “i mean, it’s a waste to paint over your hard work, right? it’s different than the other tags.”

“... is it?” you ask, staring at your half-finished graffiti, joining other fresh tags on the wall. 

“well, i’m not really sure if i fully believe in the idea that art carries intention–but i’d like to think yours does! and it’s kind. and i think there’s people at furin who might appreciate it.” 

“well…”

you sigh, running a hand through your hair.

“well, okay,” you say. “but if anyone tries to start something–”

“please,” umemiya says. “we’re not animals. it’ll be great to have you.” and then he holds out his hand to shake, and you stare down at it.

are you really doing this?

umemiya’s expression is bright, warm. 

you shake his hand. 

his grip is firm, his thumb squeezing the space between your index and thumb–and you laugh with a hint of exasperation in your voice. here you were, pulled right into umemiya’s thrall–lured in by him like a sweet siren song.

“fine. see you tomorrow, then,” you mutter, your cheeks heating up.

not saying 'i love you' back prank

summary: wind breaker characters reaction to you not saying 'i love you' back to him.

warnings: gn!reader, fluff, sakura, suo, kaji, umemiya, togame x reader (seperate), based off of a tiktok i saw :)

notes: back to wind breaker fics ^3^ my hyperfixation is getting worse.

sakura

"i'm leaving for school," sakura grabs his jacket from the chair when he finishes his food. "i love you."

you hum, stifling a giggle from escaping when you see a scowl on his face. kotoha watches in amusement, seeing sakura become flustered. "what? why are you looking at me like that?" you know sakura isn't a man who always says 'i love you', considering he gets embarrassed every time he does.

"you heard what i said, now say it back." sakura grits his teeth, unwilling to say it again. "i'm not leaving until you say it back."

"hm? what did you say before? i didn't hear it. i'm sorry, my love." you give him an innocent smile. "repeat it for me?"

"you-!" sakura's face turns red. "i said i love you, okay?! you heard me loud and clear now say it back!"

you laugh, finding sakura both cute and amusing. "okay, okay! i'm sorry. i love you too," sakura grumbles as he walks out the door. "see you after school, honey!" and the door to the cafe slams shut.

(you gave kotoha a high-five as this was her plan after all).

suo

"do you need anything else from the market?" suo asks you as he grabs his wallet from the counter.

"um... some chips will do, thank you!" you reply.

suo smiles. "okay, i'll be back in a few. i love you." he says as he opens the front door.

instead of your usual chirpy 'i love you too!', suo is met with silence. something unexpected. he closes the door and turns to you. "i love you." he repeats.

"mhm, bye suo!" your eyes are focused on your phone, hiding the smile that is creeping up on your face. suo has a small pout on his face as he approaches you. "what? why are you pouting?"

"sweetheart," suo sighs. "are you mad at me?"

unable to hold in your laughter anymore, you burst out laughing, grabbing hold of suo's hand in the process. "no! no, of course not! how could i be mad at you when you didn't do anything wrong?" he physically relaxes. "i'm sorry, i love you too."

"don't do that to me again," suo frowns. "i hate it when you do that."

you giggle. "'m sorry." you pinch suo's cheeks. "you'll still get me my chips though, right?"

kaji

"i'm off. bye. love you." kaji says rather hurriedly as he grabs a lollipop from the counter.

"mm, bye! see you later." as he is about to put his headphones on, he stops. "what? did you forget something?"

kaji's eyebrows twitch. "did i forget something? you're the one who forgot something!"

you tilt your head, feigning innocence. "hm? but i'm not the one who's leaving."

you hear a small crunch from the lollipop kaji's eating. "stop acting oblivious."

"but i'm not." you say, giving him a smile. "tell me."

kaji groans and takes the lollipop out of his mouth. "fucking- i love you."

"mhm, i know."

"are you just not going to say it back ever again." kaji asks, the frown on his face deepening.

"pft-" you laugh at the sight of his face, to which he immediately is about to start yelling. "i love you too, kaji! now stop frowning and get going! you're going to be late to school."

"that's more like it." kaji says, however you can see a small smile appear on his face when he hears you laugh.

umemiya

"y/n, i'm going out to buy some supplies for the kids!" umemiya yells from the kitchen. "do you need anything?"

"kids? the plants or your students?" you ask.

"both!" umemiya smiles. "so? anything?"

"hm, no thanks. i'm not craving anything at the moment." you reply.

"okay, i'll see you in a few. i love you~" umemiya says in his usual sing-song voice. he patiently waits for your response, however, when five seconds go by and nothing comes from you, he immediately walks over, putting a hand on your shoulder. "what's wrong? are you sick? did something happen? did i do something? why? what did i do wrong? i-"

"woah, woah! ume, chill!" you place your hand on top of his, trying to take it off of your shoulder but he won't budge. "it was a prank! i'm sorry!" a giggle escapes from your mouth. "i love you too. now go get those supplies."

"you-" umemiya sighs and shakes his head, a small smile evident on his face. "don't scare me like that. i hate you."

"mm, i love you too."

togame

"baby, i'm going to go now, yeah? choji says he wants to go visit umemiya or something," togame says as he grabs his sandals from the shoe rack. "are you sure you don't want to come?"

"mhm, i'm sure! have fun! i wanna laze around the house for today." you reply, waving your hand as you lay on the couch.

you hear togame laugh. "alright, see you later. i love you."

silence.

togame turns around when he is met with silence. a confused look overcomes his facial features. "baby?"

"yeah?"

"i love you."

"mhm, i know." you reply, covering your mouth with one hand to suppress a laugh.

"okay, this isn't funny." you can hear the scowl on his face. when you sit up, togame is indeed scowling. "y/n."

"okay, okay! i'm sorry! it was just a prank!" you defend yourself quickly before he can say anything else. "i love you too."

"i am not buying you sushi when i get home."

"wait, jo!"