#ichiro yamada smut

[matenrou-fan]

three seperate scenario of toki, jakurai, ichiro waking up really horny and slowly fucking their s/o? she is laying in front of them and they lift her leg to slip in from behind (but it's not anal lol!)

uhhh I am so so sorry idk any pthing about OM so i can't request :(

Samatoki, Jakurai, Ichiro with fem!s/o (+morning sex)

femreader, humping, fingering (receiving), rough sex;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

-Despite he's such an overprotective softie in relationships, there's also a pretty naughty side of him, so Samatoki never would be that ashamed of seeing some wet dreams that involve you, he's only enjoying it. But it's really rare when he wakes up that horny after such a good sleep.

-But it's actually neither the first nor last time he felt such desire after lewding you in dreams. If you sleep at this moment, he prefers to just go to the bathroom and calm himself down, but sometimes it's really too much and his own hand won't help. Just like today, a copy of you in his mind was just too bold in his fantasies.

-So Samatoki just move to your closer, hugging from behind. He probably should do the opposite, as the soft scent of your warm skin just makes his dick twitch more, but he can't, it's like his hands freeze around your waist the second he wraps his arms around your body.

-"Babe.. Babe, are you sleeping?" - A low, hoarse after night voice slowly wakes you up, and even while being so sleepy, you can't help but notice how hot it actually sounds. - "Heh, what with this smile? You already know what I want?"

-Of course you know, because as soon as you open your eyes and look at the pale face of your boyfriend, his hands lowered to your hip. Oh, and you can feel this pressure against your butt when he leans closer to your smaller figure.

-But no matter how horny Samatoki are, he wants to heat your mind too, playing with your body a little before actually pushing himself inside. His arms already know all your sensitive places, squeezing your nipples between fingers while his glans stroking your folds through the thin fabric of your pajamas.

-During casual sessions your boyfriend loves to make you the one to whine for more, yet today there's not that much patience in his nerves. So pretty soon, when his dick would slowly soak in your juices, Samatoki finally pulled down your shorts and slowly but surely thrust in till the very end.

-Getting too carried away is definitely one of the points in the list of bad habits of your boyfriend.. As he doesn't give a single fuck about how many responsibilities and tasks waits for him outside your shared bedroom, he wouldn't stop until you two get enough of each other bodies.

-And trust me, as soon as you start calling his name in such a desperate voice, all last thought would fade away from his mind as Samatoki just wants to keep pounding you senseless.

-For him, it's very unusual to suddenly feel such an unsuppressable urge, especially early in the morning, when he just wakes up and immediately starts thinking about you and your body, sleeping next to him.

-A usual morning routine for Jakurai is to get up and check his blood pressure and temperature, yet today there's another problem that needs to be solved - his half hardened dick, that keeps pulsing in his home shorts.

-He probably should just quickly take a shower and deal with his fantasies all alone? Yet even for someone with great patience and self-control as Jakurai, it's kinda hard to resist this wish to touch your shoulder or to lean closer to your smooth hair. The sweet aroma of your shampoo is so luring..

-Small, light kisses on the neck would quickly wake you up, and only after that Jakurai would cling closer, wrapping his hands around your waist. Some deep shame would tickle his chest, aren't he too old to be so needy? Yet it feels like words escape his lips faster than he was able to think about them properly.

-"Ah.. Good morning, my dear.. The morning has just begun, but I think I'm already falling for your charm again.." - your lover whispers right in your ear, sending electric waves of goosebumps down your spine. - "So I hope you will forgive me for such impudence.."

-Even in an internal frenzy, Jakurai so soft and loving, thinking about your pleasure even more than about his own, as he doesn't want to just use you. Despite waking up absolutely hungry for your body, there's an even bigger appetite for intimate emotions in his soul, the real connection..

-So everything would be gentle and passionate, as always when Jakurai is being a dom. Preparing you long and well with his slim fingers, while you pressing your back to his warm chest, mewling in pleasure.. Sweet nothings and small praises in your ear as he slowly slides inside, pushing your clenching walls.

-And of course so much attention to your lips, chest and clit, as he slowly starts trusting in, enjoying the wet tightness of your pussy. Only your ardent reaction through small whimpers and lazily, but needy movements of your hips makes his arousal stronger. Only your desire raises his desire to the highest point.

-How lucky you both are, to not have any work shifts today.. As it seems Jakurai wouldn't have enough of your adorable morning cumming face after just one round.

-Well.. Even in his pure mind sometimes can awoke a few naughty thoughts, especially when he can't control his mind and it shows him the deepest desires of his soul.

-And probably the one who would wake up first today would be you, as these desperate whimpers behind you get too loud, and his arms trembling so much as Ichiro cling closer to you, shyly calling your name through sweet dreams.

-How can you not tease him a little? Leaning back to press yourself to his shaking with deep, unsteady breaths, chest. Maybe whisper his name a few times too, while wiggling your hips a bit to grind back, rubbing against a hard twitching bulge in his pajama pants.

-"M.. S/o, s/o, I'm so close.." - a sudden loud gasp breaks from his chest as Ichiro finally wakes up with a nagging ache between his thighs and notices your sly grin. - "A-ah, s/o, g-good morning…! Did I wake you up…?"

-He always feels so ashamed when you catch him like that! Yet sometimes it feels like his dick gets even harder in such situations, happy to finally get more attention. And the way you coo at your boyfriend, willing to help with such a shameful urge drew him to follow this primal instinct.

-The dream is so realistic but never enough, and he's too hungry for just the warmth of your skin and the sweet odours of your body. So for a few minutes Ichiro just wants to feel you more, to calm down his tickling mind through hot kisses and libidinous foreplay with your chest, while his dick keeps humping against your hips so fast and needy.

-And oh how amusing yet arousing his groans sound when his trembling hand finally lifts your leg, allowing him to slip in. For a moment he just froze in place, as he always does after getting inside you fully, just enjoying how pulses of your walls wrapped around his whole length.

-And after that.. Some unsteady, sloppy movements, that quickly speed up as Ichiro whines more and more right in your ear just how tight you are early in the morning. Just how good it feels, to be greeted with your delicious pussy like that. Best wake up in his life.

-God.. Just how lucky you're that both Jiro and Saburo stayed overnight in their friends houses, as these loud slaps of hips to hips and weak but loud high pitched moans would be heard all over the house for a whole morning today.

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[mera-k1]

Hypnosis Mic - ass, tits, thighs (or other)?

hypnosis mic x gn!reader

-some are more nsfw than others but still, minors dni

Ichiro can’t admit that he really likes your chest. there’s just something about it that draws his eyes towards it and he can’t help himself. he’d stare at it for hours if you’d let him, hell he’d even like to put his face on it.

Samatoki doesn’t give a shit about who sees his hand on your ass whenever he’s got you nearby. he loves to grab your ass when he’s fucking you whether you’re in missionary or riding him.

Jyuto is a simple man, preferring your thighs when asked. he loves that he can spread them easily and watch your face go red as his gloved hand wander slowly inwards.

Rio is an ass guy and that’s that. he simply just answers ass whenever you ask him about it and you’re truly not sure why since he doesn’t touch it a lot. He can’t help but look whenever you attempt to show it off for him though.

Ramuda can’t help but play with your chest whenever he’s able to. he’ll pinch and squeeze all the while you’re trying to hold yourself together to his teasing. which he won’t stop till you either put him in his place below you or let him stay in control till he’s satisfied.

Dice can’t control himself when he sees your chest and collarbone. he desperately wants to just kiss and bite you till there’s little marks all over your chest.

he loves your hands, especially when they’re trailing down his chest. Gentaro can’t get enough of how your hands feel on his skin and although he can be quite teasing himself, he would much prefer having you tease him with your hands.

Jakurai.. he is a polite man and doesn’t stare. he is fond of your thighs though and can’t help but clear his throat when you come out with some thigh highs that he wasn’t expecting to see you in. he get’s caught off guard each time too.

to put it simply, Hifumi likes your chest. he’s not teasing or anything about it though. he simply loves to just give them a playful squeeze and a few kisses before he does anything else.

Doppo is so embarrassed about the fact that he loves your thighs. he loves to lay on them, yes, but he also loves to be in between them. he is a giver in bed and would love to pleasure you while being between your thighs.

with Sasara, you can’t tell where he’s looking but, he’s looking right at your ass most times. he never does anything but he’s definitely checking it out and when you catch him, he just smiles at you and tells you that he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.

he’s a respectful man but, Rosho can’t help looking at your chest sometimes. he knows he shouldn’t be staring so much especially when you’re not doing much but he truly just wants to squish them with his hands.. maybe to see what reaction he’d get.

he’s got a thing for your ass and you know it very well. Rei won’t leave your ass alone for a second and he’s always gotta have a hand on it. whether you both are out in public or fucking. he’s always squeezing it with absolutely no shame.

Kuko always has a smug grin whenever he walks up behind you, planting a hand on your ass. he’s always has to grab your ass whenever he has you in his arms, it’s just habit at this point and he loves the surprised face you give him when he does it.

Jyushi loves your thighs. he can’t stop looking whenever you put thigh highs or fishnets on. there’s just something about them that makes him uncontrollably flustered just thinking about it!

he says he doesn’t care but, Hitoya loves your hips. just holding them to keep you in place as he fucks into you. he honestly would never tell you how attractive he finds just holding you by your hips.

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[angelltheninth]

A while back I saw you reblog HypMic content. If it's not too much trouble could you do smut prompt no. 5 with Ichiro?

I don't play it much anymore but I did watch the anime when it came out so it re-ignited my passion.

Pairing: Ichiro Yamada x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, teasing, watching, mutual masturbation, praise, dirty talk, name calling, degradation, fingering, clit stimulation

A/N: If you haven't seen the anime I recommend it if only for the VAs and the pretty characters.

5. “Bet I can make you come without ever touching you.”

"Why are you slowing down? I dropped my pants but that's mean I'm gonna fuck you." Ichiro smirked at you and sat back down in his desk chair, hand wrapped around the bottom of his hard cock. "I told you a wanted a show. Besides, bet I can make you come without ever touching you."

That sounded like he was challenging you not to come for as long as possible, the problem was that you wanted to, so badly. Especially when you're watching him fist his cock and pump his hand up and down, his green and red eyes watching for every move you make between your legs. Could you do it to him too? Can you make him come without ever touching him? Now that sounded like a good idea.

You spread your legs as far as you could and locked your eyes with his. He wanted a show? You'd give him one he'd never forget. Just like he did when he performed.

"Can you keep up, Ichiro?" The sound of his breath hitching mixed with the fast, deep squelching sounds of your fingers dipping in and out of your pussy and your palm rubbing against your clit. As your juices dripped down Ichiro licked his lips, hungry for your taste but he said you'd come without him touching you, "Folding already?" You moaned as you added another finger.

"To someone like you? A little bitch who drools every time she sees my dick? I don't think so." He leaned forward and planted his feet firmly onto the floor, hand moving faster, the other fondling his balls, making the playing ground ever for the both of you, "I know you're close, you were doing so well earlier, don't disappoint me now baby, let me see you come. Do it and I'll let you suck me off."

Clever, presenting it as a reward rather then him finishing. You knew what he was doing, you shouldn't have fallen for it, but his cum dripped down his cock and onto the floor, you couldn't let that go on. Your fingers moved quickly in and out as you slid down the bed, hips humping the air and your hand as your orgasm ripped through you. There was a single word of praise whispered before you crawled, as quickly as you could, to Ichiro's cock and put your mouth on it just in time to get his full creamy load down your throat.

Seems like you both lost this one. Or a better way of looking at it is you both won real big.

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[lambtail-tales]

Beg

!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Ichiro Yamada x F!reader (Hypnosis Microphone)

Wordcount: 2510

Paragraphs: 52

I dug this up from the depths of my laptop and did some hardcore editing to it. I wrote this thing like 5 years ago actually so it really needed the fixing up. Not beta'd again, sorry >> Also, surprise, I'm HypMic trash too <3

Warning for sexually explicit 18+ material!

This drabble features light bondage and femdom as a heads up. Maybe orgasm denial if you squint?

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He was so cute, squirming under you like this. And you had barely even done anything yet. You got a little laugh out of it. “Ichiro,” You crooned. “You’re so adorable…” You sang softly, admiring the deep shade of red his face had become.

You felt quite proud of yourself, sat atop the man’s waist, straddling his hips. Now that his hands had been bound to the headboard, he had turned his head into the pillow, and he wouldn’t look at you.

You leaned forward, now chest-to-chest with the odd-eyed man. “You have nothing to be shy about…I’ll make you feel really good.” You whispered lasciviously, taking extra care in the soft kiss you pressed to his ear. You would swear you had just heard him whimper.

You sat up straight and began rocking your hips back and forth. You felt his half-hard member stiffen under your slick heat. You took great pleasure in seeing him screw his beautiful eyes shut and watching his chest begin heaving. “Mmm, you like this, don’t you? How dirty…” You purred, staring him down with a glint in your eye. “And that face you’re making!” You chuckled. “So sweet.”

Ichiro opened his mouth to retort, and you decided that grinding your hips a little harder would remind him who was in charge. He groaned, and you eased up just a little.

“I hope you weren’t about to talk back to me…or perhaps, you want more?” You taunted him, leaning in to bring your face close to his again.

Ichiro opened his eyes but kept them averted. You grabbed his chin, holding it firmly between your thumb and index finger. “You know, you should look people in the eye when they’re speaking to you.” He was now forced to meet your half-lidded gaze. “If you want something, all you need to do is ask for it,” With a wicked grin, you looked the man over, dragging one finger slowly over his chest in circles. “I won’t know what you want unless you tell me. I can’t read your mind, Ichiro.”

He muttered something under his breath that you chose to ignore in favor of dipping your head and latching onto the nape of his neck–kissing, biting, and sucking on the skin, reveling in the knowledge that you would be leaving your mark all over him. You made your way to his throat, and you could feel his quickening pulse beneath your lips.

“I could untie you, y’know? I know you want to touch me.” You spoke against his collarbone in soft, licentious tones. “But, only if you ask.” You reminded him. Ichiro glowered just a bit, and you wanted to laugh again. You had wondered if at any point he was starting to reconsider agreeing to this, but he knew what to say if he wanted to back out, and he hadn’t uttered anything close to it. Who would have thought Yamada Ichiro would be this submissive?

“So untie me.” He snipped, and you raised an eyebrow, making a small, pensive sound, though there was nothing that needed thinking about. His brief look of desperation pleased you. But unfortunately for him, that was far from a question.

You thrust your hips against him once more, and he moaned, jerking his own hips just slightly, and you smirked.

“I said you need to ask.” You batted your lashes with unabashed innocence. “Should I make you beg for it instead, since you don’t know how to listen?” He stayed quiet, and you licked your lips. “But then again, I’m getting a bit impatient…” You complained, and you felt his cock twitch. “Looks like you are, too, Ichiro.” You raised one hand and tenderly pushed a few loose strands of hair away from his face for him. “Ah, what to do, what to do…” You tutted, rolling your hips again at an agonizingly slow pace.

The more worked up he got, the more you enjoyed this. Was it cruel? Perhaps. But there would be time for an apology later. For now, you planned to thoroughly enjoy yourself, and take advantage of how vulnerable the man beneath you currently was.

You watched him struggle against his restraints, and an amused hum escaped your lips. “I made sure to make them very tight. Now, Ichiro, what do you want?” You reached between your legs, taking hold of his erection. He grunted as you began massaging circles around his head, occasionally brushing your thumb over the slit as precum beaded at the tip. You felt him begin writhing again, and you laughed. “Cute!” You murmured.

“Do you really need to ask me that?” Ichiro complained, and you just loved how obvious it was that you were driving him crazy. “Quit screwing around!” He barked, though it sounded more like he was pleading with you.

You narrowed your eyes at him, and chuckled. “Oh, I don’t need to ask at all,” you said nonchalantly. “I just want to hear you say it.” You spoke in a hushed, seductive tone. “It's so much fun to watch you squirm, and you make the sweetest expressions when you’re needy.” You added, words dripping with carnality, yet still saccharine like honey. “So,” You paused to bring your hand to your lips and lick his taste from your fingertips. “tell me.” You susurrated, and his reaction elicited a muffled laugh from behind your hand.

Ichiro’s face hadn’t yet been this flushed all afternoon, and you had been toying with him like this for quite some time; his embarrassment made you even more eager. He made a noise of frustration and averted his gaze, but you could still see that his shame had crept all the way to the tips of his ears as they grew rosy, much like his cheeks.

“Just hurry and fuck me already.” He growled. “Please.” He added, and his obedience was nothing short of delightful.

“Good boy,” You leaned forward as you lifted your hips up. “that’s what I like to hear.” 

You once more reached for his throbbing member and lined it up with your entrance. You were more than ready for it—you were practically aching to feel the dark-haired man inside you, but you wouldn’t tell him, because he was supposed to be the one begging you for release.

Sinking onto his cock, you leaned back and watched him ball his hands up over his head, and his hips slammed up into you almost instinctively, and you were shameless about the mewling sound that slipped past your lips

 “Mmm, not so fast, Ichiro,” you scolded. “Don’t get greedy.” Placing your hands against his abdomen. You rolled your hips slowly, working yourself into a rhythm. You bit your lip, wanting more already–so, so badly. “Slow,” You whispered. “go slow.” You repeated, and he obliged.

You threw your head back, feeling yourself being taken over by pleasure as heat spread from your core to your chest, then to the very tips of your fingers. How quickly would you fall apart if he had his hands on you, you wondered? But just for a moment.

Without warning, Ichiro picked up his pace, and as much as you wanted to keep bossing him around, it felt too good to stop now. You whined, surely giving way to how desperate you actually were, and you were quite sure in your hazy line of sight, you saw Ichiro smirk triumphantly. You wouldn’t let him win that easily.

“Is that…the best you can do?” You growled between suppressed moans. “I would have thought a former Dirty Dawg would be a bit more impressive.” You leaned forward, so your noses were close to touching. “Do me harder.” You demanded in a husky whisper, grinning at him provocatively.

The glint in his mismatched eyes told him that he was all too ready and willing to do just that. You braced yourself, and he began to rut into you more fervently than before. More moans began to rise from your throat, and to silence them, you smashed your mouth against his, and he invited it by kissing back fiercely, twining his tongue around yours. You had no desire to hold back any longer; you let yourself be overcome by your shameless desire, and it only got better. Breaking your kiss, you watched the thin trail of saliva between your mouths before you swiped your tongue over your bottom lip. Sure, you looked messy, but that was all just part of the fun, wasn’t it?

“Mmnnn, Ichiro, are you close?” The closest thing you got to an answer was a single thrust, more intense than he had been just a moment ago. “Haah,” Your voice echoed around the room, above the sound of skin against skin. “d-don’t just think you can cum whenever you want to.” You tossed your hair over your shoulder, noticing that some had stuck to your face thanks to the sweat you had worked up. “You finish when I say you can.”

Ichiro grunted between thrusts, and you knew that had aggravated him, because he was practically scowling at you. He never liked to be ordered around, and you knew it, which just made all of his reactions that much more satisfying, on top of him actually obeying you. Your giggle melted into a wanton sigh, and you arched your back, feeling the bed give out just a little as you rode him harder and faster.

The room was filled with gasps and soft whimpers, and the occasional name on a euphoric breath. You both wanted release, but you were stubborn enough that you wouldn't give it to him just yet. You liked driving him wild like this, and you would make use of your control over the man by teasing him as much as you could for as long as you could hold out, if you could hold out.

“If you can’t handle it anymore, all you have to do is say so…” You reached out to caress his cheek. “Just a few simple words, and you can have what you want…” You panted.

It was quite endearing, the way Ichiro was putting on a tough front, but you knew he couldn’t keep going much longer, and really, you weren’t in much better shape, determined as you were to outlast him. He had slowed down just a bit, and you wondered if he was running out of steam. “Well?” You cooed.

His face was crimson, and it was positively captivating. “D-don’t make me say it out loud.” He groused, and he was met with silence. His exasperated whine was music to your ears. “Let me cum,” He hissed. He was impatient–more so than you had ever seen him, and you adored it. “please.” he finally begged, squeezing his eyes shut.

You definitely wouldn’t mind seeing him like this more often, you thought to yourself. You had turned the tables on Ichiro for once, and now you had him completely wrapped around your little finger.

“What a good boy, using your manners.” You were craving release, so that was certainly good enough for you. “Go on then, Ichiro,” You purred. “give it to me.”

As if on command, rather than with your permission, he came inside of you. 

You reached your own climax as he spilled into you, swearing loudly and moaning his name as orgasm shook your body. Riding wave after wave of pleasure, everything around you seemed softer—fuzzy, even. You slowly eased yourself off of him and settled carefully against his hips, hands at his waist. As the two of you panted heavily, catching your breath in the afterglow, you hovered over him and took his face in your hands, peppering sweet kisses across his face; his lips, his cheeks, his forehead, the tip of his nose–anywhere you could reach.

“I’ll untie you now, okay?” Ichiro just nodded, perhaps still unable to properly articulate coherent words, perhaps just content to bask in blissful silence for a bit longer.

You reached above him, making sure to take extra care when undoing the knot around his wrists. “There.” You soothed when you finally got it loose, and you couldn’t help but feel bad, watching him rub at the angry red marks that had been impressed into his wrists as you tossed the rope away. “Does it hurt?” You frowned.

“No,” Ichiro muttered. “but damn, that sucked!” He complained, and he was pouting.

You tilted your head. “Oh?” You took one of his arms and pulled it towards you. “Sorry…anything I can do for you?” You asked timidly, pressing your lips to one particularly deep mark on his skin.

Ichiro watched you, eyes shifting from your mouth to your eyes after a moment. “Let me touch you next time.” His words came softly, and you felt one curled finger graze your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, thrilled by the promise of a next time.

Your airy laughter echoed around the dim room. “Is that all?” You murmured, turning his hand over to kiss his knuckles. “I suppose I could let you have your way next time.” You teased

Ichiro rolled his eyes, but he did nothing to hide his smile. “What a handful.” He combed his fingers through your hair, and you rested your hands on his shoulders.

“Ehh? Me?” You craned your neck to place one more kiss up against his jawline. “That isn’t a very nice thing to say.” Even so, your crooked grin was one of adoration.

You laid against him, head to his chest, and you could hear his rapid pulse slowing down little by little as his strong arms wrapped around your waist. After a quiet moment in which you had settled down comfortably, you found your voice again.

“I really love you, y’know…” You closed your eyes, thinking it both strange and wonderful that your bodies fit together so perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle. You didn’t think you could ever love anyone more than you loved Ichiro.

You felt his breath catch for just a moment, and he kissed your temple. “Mmm, I love you, too.” He murmured. “But next time I won't go easy on you.” He joked.

You giggled, giving him one more kiss, featherlight on his lips. “Of course, Ichiro.” You humored the man, patting his cheek before standing on weak legs.

He raised an eyebrow, propping himself up on his elbows as he watched you, just waiting for your knees to buckle. “And where are you going?” He objected.

“As much as I would love to stay in bed with you, I need a shower before your brothers get back from school.” You said nothing of the mess dripping down your thighs–he had noticed. You could tell by the sheepish look on his face. “And so do you.” You added while you turned away to head to the washroom. “You’re more than welcome to join me if you want.” You called behind you before breezing down the hall stark naked.

You could hear him laugh, and in no time he was padding along right behind you, catching you around the waist and pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder, eliciting a startled squeal from you, that only lasted for a second, quickly dissolving into contented laughter as you returned the gesture in kind, kissing his cheek once more.

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[seangelfish]

Is this the request spot? If yes I'd like to request an nsfw-fluff hc of how Ichiro, Kuko, and Jakurai would please their partner in bed (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I hope you don't mind it (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

This is actually my first time requesting so I'm kinda nervous ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

A/N: Anon, I'm so sorry for the wait! I hope you're still around to read this! ;-; Thank you for requesting! I hope everyone enjoys!! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ♡

Featured characters: Ichiro Yamada, Kuko Harai, Jakurai Jinguji

♡ Tags: NSFW headcanons, established relationships (separate), romance, gn!reader (no mention of pronouns)

♡ Word count: 186 (Ichiro), 191 (Kuko), 193 Jakurai

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! NSFW below the cut. Please proceed with caution.

ICHIRO YAMADA

Ichiro is the definition of basic, but he is willing to try out new things if that's what his partner wants. He might end up liking these new positions.

But to please you, Ichiro likes missionary more than anything else. He likes seeing you squirm below him as you beg him for more. You look so pretty, the faces you make turn him on even more. Plus, he's able to kiss you like this, and whisper praises in your ear. It's just so intimate that he wants sex with you to be like.

He also enjoys it when you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs locking him closer to you as he thrusts even deeper inside. He knows he's doing a good job when you start pulling his hair too, leaving bright red scratches on his back.

Other times, he may just eat you out. He likes being praised too! So, when he goes down between your legs, he likes it when you grip his hair, moaning sweet nothings to him as you arch your back to feel his tongue deeper inside you.

KUKO HARAI

Kuko is open to many things as long as it feels good, so let him experiment! Like Ichiro, he is willing to do whatever his partner wants, but he does have his limits so don't go asking him for things he definitely won't like!

The main positions he puts you in are probably doggy or flatiron. He loves the sound of his pelvis smacking your ass and your cries for him to go slower. This is also the perfect position to have you pinned down as his cock pounds you repeatedly.

On top of that, he loves painting his cum on your back. To him, it's like a reward, to see your usual clean self so messed up, your fingers gripped onto the bedsheets as you groan into the pillow. He finds you particularly cute in that moment – although you're always so cute to him.

Sometimes, he'd just finger you. He's not often horny considering the fact he is a monk. But at times when you're so needy – so annoying – then he'll have to listen to your word. And anyway, you always end up so giddy that it makes him laugh.

JAKURAI JINGUJI

Jakurai is a man who probably doesn't think about sex often, but he would do it for his partner. Whatever you want, he will do. He cares more about your pleasure than his own, but it's still a win-win situation as he's able to enjoy the time spent together too.

He prefers missionary, but he also likes spooning too. The times you two have sex are usually at night just before bed, when the two of you are back from work.

The way he moves his cock in and out of you is slow. Jakurai takes his time as slow sex feels more sensual for both of you. It's also very intimate as making out with him is slow too.

However, if you do want to go faster, then he will. After all, he does like hearing you moan and pant for him as drool drips down from the side of your mouth.

Spooning lets him fondle your breasts from behind, his head buried in the crook of your neck as he plants careful kisses here and there.

Sex is just so soft with Jakurai as he treats you like a delicate flower.

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[guiraguira]

hello, I have request 💕

ichiro and his girlfriend took a break from their road trip to have some fun in the car....nsfw..

I hope it make sense my english not the best! i like your writings a lot guiraguira :)

Fun moment in the car!❤️

Hello darling! ❤️ I perfectly understood your request! Thanks for the support! 💜 ooh! A request with reduced space! Let's see what I can do for him!

Ichiro x fem Reader!

Warnings: nsfw. Mutual masturbation, oral, creampie, maybe some exhibitionism? I'm not sure.

° The trip itself was not very long, they had enjoyed a few days in a house in the mountains, far from work and their brothers, now they were returning to the city. They took advantage of the loneliness to love each other as they had not been able to for a long time.

° But Ichiro can no longer concentrate, since they got in the car he is very attentive to how the belt accentuates your figure, especially that separation between your breasts. Exactly 10 minutes ago, he was looking for a hidden place to park while his head was thinking about what excuse he could give you to interrupt his trip because of his little excitement, but when you squeeze his thigh in a fairly high area, he understands perfectly that they are in tune.

° Your hand begins to go up to his crotch and he hisses "Honey please no" with a visible blush he avoids your gaze, fearing he will lose control of the steering wheel. Omitting his words, you loosen his belt buckle and slowly reach in. He grips the steering wheel tightly, fearing for your next actions.

° They finally find a place, away from the main street. You go to the back seats without leaving the vehicle and without delaying a second Ichiro joins you. Space is tight but they can always make it work. Stretching back across the seats you drag him over you, joining in a heated kiss.

° Both tongues dance together taking turns dominance, they separate only when they lack air, gasping absurdly loud and laughing at the silliness of the situation. He must keep one hand on the back and balance so he doesn't crush you with his weight, but you keep pulling on his neck to lower him further.

° you hook your leg over his hip and cause his growing erection to hit your center "hey! .." he says bumping his forehead against yours and looking down there. You turn your hip looking for more friction but he stops you again. "You're just…too…ah!" You licks his lips interrupting his sentence. An intense blush covers his neck as he thinks about how to proceed.

° Feel the edge of your pants, slowly pulling them, helping him move your legs and open more for him. This action of yours always causes him to clench his lips and moan. When you respond so well to what he asks he gets even more shy.

° Your underwear is so wet that it's hardly an obstacle, he simply puts it aside and gently inserts a finger, but it's very little and you let him know by moving your hips using his hand. "S/o…" It almost sounded like he was pleading. He wants to make sure that he is not doing you any wrong.

° Believing that it is time to introduce the second finger, now you are beginning to get excited, sighing sweetly in his ear to the rhythm of his touching while he searches for that sweet spot inside you by curving his fingers. Before the third arrives, he stops and it is he who begins to contain his moans. His hips rub slightly against your lower belly, having his pants unbuttoned gave him more freedom and he was beginning to adorn his boxers with a wet stain.

° Delicately running your fingers through his abs, you brush the tip of his penis with special care, waiting for his reaction. He moans low against your neck tickling you. "Oh… what a sweet voice you have my love" you caress his scalp while you continue masturbating him.

° Without being left behind, he works with you again and using three fingers finally reaches your exact point, the surprise that he generates in you causes you to slightly squeeze his member and contract your hip. They both squeal at the same time but neither stops.

° Ichiro kisses your neck to silence his gasps when you find the perfect rhythm stimulating him with your whole hand, chasing the ecstasy of the other his efforts are about to culminate but he stops. Complaining about losing your drive, you look in his direction and how he manages to bend his body so that his face is at the height of your entrance.

° You try to stop him, he really don't need to please anymore, but he withdraws your hand,"please" he pleads turning his head to one side and resting it on your thigh, rubbing it a couple of times, his eyes locked on yours melting you of love. You agree and he smiles, settling down better.

° Plays with your clitoris licking and kissing it. He recently learned what your sensitive points are and every time he gets a chance he show you how much he knows about your tastes. Kissing your already sensitive area with his fingers really won't be long before you come.

° His hot and panting breath together with his eyes that carefully seek any change in your gestures destroy your control. His tongue makes a particularly long movement inside you ending up sucking your clitoris and you explode contracting around his face letting out a big moan.

° Your fluids create a mess down there but he licks them clean. He stands over you again, with a smirk at having achieved his goal. The least you can do is kiss him with the same passion that he just showed you, you still have a slight tremor but now you need it inside of you. He is not better either because you also perceive a slight tremor on his part.

° Although both like to do it from the front, the lack of comfort and space forces you to give yourself to him from behind. With his chest pressing on you, both of you put one knee on the seat for stability, with your other leg being supported by Ichiro it's your responsibility to find a grip as his other hand is groping your nipples.

° His thrusts begin slowly, checking that everything is fine and that he can continue. So when you intentionally tighten your walls around his member he goes all in, giving accurate thrusts in the right place, you feel your body languishing and you give up letting your face fall on the seat, closing your eyes concentrating on feeling. His breathing and his moans are erratic, you can hear them as his head is nestled in the crook of your neck.

° You are sure that the car must be moving in a suspicious way, you cannot hear if there is traffic or people nearby because the hip-to-hip blow creates lassive and sticky sounds that outshine any other.

° Whispers your name constantly against your ear since I reached that speed and you must bite your lips to keep from fainting right there.

° Gasping with your mouth open, you stroke his hair as best you can, congratulating him. This only excites him more massaging your breasts you finally feel his cock swell, climaxing inside you his thrusts slowly stop and he kisses your shoulder.

° "Honey?... Do you want water?" Coming out of you, he asks softly as he looks for the bottle and something to clean yourself with. Turning around to look at his face, you see that he is also looking through your clean clothes for something to change into.

° "Where is my shy boy?" You formulate as you can, still breathing heavily, giving him a smile. "I-I…I was wrong about something..are you alright?" An intense blush covers his face again and his eyes give you a look full of concern. You just roll your eyes denying getting closer to kiss him.

° The windows of the cars are slightly fogged, serving as a curtain for the outside world and the evening light is already beginning to be darker. Maybe they have one more round, you think, watching the way Ichiro lingers on your lips after the kiss.

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[hypnomicimagines]

Auggshshsh!'!"!" I couldn't stop staring but sleepy sex w Ichiro for the kinktober prompt 👉👈... Pweess ... Thank u love u mwuah<3333!!

Yamada Ichiro:

Sleepy sex.

Ichiro is only half awake.

It’s his excuse for why he’s feeling so horny despite only becoming conscious a moment before, the feel of your body pressed against his causing his thoughts to wander. It was an innocent spooning position, one that didn’t always cause dirty thoughts to infiltrate his brain. He loved being able to just hold you as you both went to sleep, finding comfort in your soft form, but sometimes he got into moods as any man did.

He didn’t want to wake you so he decided on climbing out of bed, lifting the covers only to find you were wearing nothing on your lower body. He held the blanket mid-air for a moment, knowing that the temptation to rub against you was almost too strong now. It would be a different story if he had to convince you to remove your clothes, but the fact all he had to do was lift your leg up and slide himself in…

“Baby…” Ichiro already felt embarrassed but his body needed what it needed, and it needed you. He was even willing to put up with your grumpiness since he was waking you up earlier than normal; he was just about ready to beg on his hands and goddamn knees if it meant just a single moment of pleasure. “I, uh, I… have a problem?”

“…Yeah, I feel the problem…” You mumbled back, stretching and arching your back; your body pressed up against him and you could feel his pre-cum soaking through his boxers, smearing against your bare skin. “You need some help, my love?”

Ichiro slid his cock between your thighs, so grateful to have a lover as understanding as you. It wasn’t often that he did this, you knew he was content taking care of himself if you were busy or too tired; he deserved to have this little treat. You could tell from his careful thrusts that he was still half- asleep himself, almost giggling at how the horniness had taken over his brain so early in the morning.

It’s not like you were immune to Ichiro’s charms, biting your lip as you felt his cock move between your legs. His hand slipped under your thigh, lifting it up; he’s slow with his movements, building the anticipation until you felt him slide inside almost effortlessly. While he was rubbing against you you must’ve gotten wetter than you originally though, the total ease with which he was inside you now more than enough evidence.

Ichiro groaned like this was the best thing he’d felt in months, forehead resting against your back as he fully sheathed himself inside you. He held you by your hips, filling you completely, your body twitching in response to the lack of movement. He mumbled a quiet apology for just wanting to soak in the moment but he had no intention of going fast; sleepy morning Ichiro, as horny as he was, was going to fuck you nice and slow.

So that perhaps this moment will never end.

Ichiro would have to try this more often…

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[coraxcolt]

Masterlist for Kinktober 2023

✟ What a better way to start all over again if not with kinktober itself!

✟ This kinktober will be exclusive to both Hypnosis Mic and Twisted Wonderland.

✟ All are with AFAB reader but gender and pronouns are neutral.

✟ And obviously this is all smut, ignore if you don't like it.

The list and prompts go as follows:

☆ Day1. Azul Ashengrotto (Oral Fixation)

☆ Day2. Gentaro Yumeno (Voice Kink)

☆ Day3. Jamil Viper (Mind Break & Mind Control)

☆ Day4. Samatoki Aohitsugi (Hate sex)

☆ Day5. Idia Shroud (Somnophilia)

☆ Day6. Jakurai Jinguji (Vanilla)

☆ Day7. Malleus Draconia (Size Kink)

☆ Day8. Kuko Harai (Body Worship)

☆ Day9. Cater Diamond (Recording)

☆ Day10. Ramuda Amemura (Corruption Kink)

☆ Day11. Jade Leech (Aphrodisiacs)

☆ Day12. Doppo Kannonzaka (Breathplay/Choking Kink)

☆ Day13. Leona Kingscholar (Breeding Kink)

☆ Day14. Jyuto Iruma (Phone Sex)

☆ Day15. Rook Hunt (Praising)

☆ Day16. Ichiro Yamada (Roleplay)

☆ Day17. Floyd Leech (Degradation)

☆ Day18. Rosho Tsutsujimori (Drunk Sex)

☆ Day19. Vil Schoenheit (Humiliation)

☆ Day20. Jyushi Aimono (Mirror Sex)

☆ Day21. Kalim Al-Asim (Overstimulation)

☆ Day22. Sasara Nurude (Toys)

☆ Day23. Riddle Rosehearts (Edging)

☆ Day24. Dice Arisugawa (Dacryphilia)

☆ Day25. Trey Clover (Food play)

☆ Day26. Rei Amayado (Power play & Daddy Kink)

☆ Day27. Lilia Vanrouge (Teasing & Begging)

☆ Day28. Hitoya Amaguni (Cockwarming)

☆ Day29. Jack Howl (Biting & Marking)

☆ Day30. Hifumi Izanami (Mutual Masturbation)

☆ Day31. Divus Crewel (Impact play & Petplay)

☆✟ Feel free to request or ask anything and I'll answer asap ✟☆

✟ That's pretty much everything, I'm behind by one day but i'll be posting them all, so don't worry!

✟ I'll be posting the blog introduction shortly.

- Corax out

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[mackjlee9]

What I Want To Write [Author's Ideas]

Well, this are basically some ideas I've had for quite a while, but some of them don't really have a plot, still, feel free to tell me which one you'll like for me to write and I'll do it, or if you have an idea for the plot, I'll really appreciate it :]

Kibutsuji Muzan x Top!Male!Reader [Smut] (PUBLISHED)

basically, some smut when he's dressed like a woman.

Fushiguro Megumi x Top!Male!Reader [Smut] (PUBLISHED)

(m/n)'s the actual reason why he complained about itadori's room being next to his

(Arknights) Silver Ash x Male!Reader [Fluff&Lime] (PUBLISHED)

(i just wanna write about this man because i'm obsessed with him, like... deadass obsessed)

Eren Jaeger x Top!Male!Reader [Smut] (PUBLISHED)

Ryoumen Sukuna x Curse!Humanized!Reader [Smut] (PUBLISHED)

(m/n) was a very known curse among the rest, including sorcerers/shamans, the main reason? he was the only that could win against sukuna, making him the strongest curse, but he was against all of the "evil", and he made himself clear when he showed up in front of gojou satoru

Yoigoshi Tasuya x Male!Reader [?] (PUBLISHED)

i just wanted to say that i fell in love with negative filture kageyama, and if you don't know him, there's a pic above :] (he's also voiced by uchida yuuma who voiced ash lynx and uenoyama ritsuka)

Kannonzaka Doppo x Top!Male!Reader [Fluff] (PUBLISHED)

Originally had smut too, but I'll make a part 2 of this one, because Doppo is simply too perfect :3

Kise Ryota x Idol!Male!Reader [Fluff&Lime]

Not a smut like it originally wanted, but there could be a part 2.

Hashibira Inousuke x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

crossdressing/cosplaying...

Femboy!Bakugou Katsuki x Male!Reader [Fluff]

Sakusa Kyoomi x Male!Reader

Crazy Possessive song fic

Nozel Silva x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

cosplay/crossdressing

Zora Ideale x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

power bottom!zora x masochist sub!male!reader

Licht x Human!Male!Reader [?]

maybe a smut before he met tetia and the wizard king

Asta x Male!Reader [Fluff]

maybe some fluff in front of the girls that like asta, and they see how flustered he gets around you (he proclaims to like sister lily, but ever since he met you, his mind hadn't even been noticed his lack of thoughts about her, instead he thought of you two together as he imagined reaching to be the wizard king) you've noticed noelle's and mimosa's behavior with Asta, so you knew about her feelings, and what better way to let her (Noelle) know... that Asta was his not her's

Finral Roulacase x Male!Reader [Fluff]

probably something about his training to stop seducing woman, you decided to help him since he asked you and you gave him some scolding or "advice", when he started to realize that he felt really nervous close to you and he suddenly wanted you to notice him or to compliment you

Nakajima Atsushi x Port!Mafia!Seme!Male!Reader [Smut]

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke x Male!Reader [?]

William Vangeance x BlackBulls!MaleReader [Fluff]

some like, your magic allows you to make come true whatever you want, so when you met William he was intrigued by your magic, and after some time you got close, and then he asked you if you could make him look... normal, like, he doesn't hate his birth mark, but he sometimes wonders how he would look without it, and hesitantly you did 

Gojo Satoru x Femboy!Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Yuri Plisetsky x BadBoy!FigureSkater!Top!Male!Reader [Fluff&Lime]

Ayato Yuri x Short!Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Yamada Ichiro x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Dazai Osamu x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Kambe Daisuke x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Beta!Levi Ackerman x Alpha!Male!Reader [Smut]

modern au

Alpha!Kamado Tanjiro x Alpha!Top!Male!Reader [Lime]

modern au

PowerBottom!Akashi Seijuro x Soft!Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Kagami Taiga x Short!Top!Male!Reader [Fluff]

Midorima Shintaro x Perverted!Male!Reader [Lime]

Kuroko Tetsuya x BadBoy!Male!Reader [Fluff&Lime]

Kato Haru x Male!Reader [Fluff]

just Haru having a day off

Jean Kirstein x Top!Male!Reader [Lime]

just something steamy when (m/n) had enough of jean trying to impress mikasa, so he showed him who he belongs to

Levi Ackerman x Male!Reader x Eren Jeager [Angst&Fluff]

fuyu no hanashi songfic (levi; yuki. eren; uenoyama)

Kim Dokja x Male!Reader x Yoo Joonghuyk [?]

(has anyone read the manhwa 'omniscent reader's viewpoint'? it's so good)

Ainosuke Shindo (Adam) x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

i wanna make this one as hardcore and explicit as i possibly can, including such things as; bondage, overstimulation, toys usage, degradation, sounding, dumbification, and possibly two rounds with powerbottom adam and then sort of like a revenge or pay-back fuck... how does that sound? (if there's something else that you would like me to add, let me know :p)

#.mackjlee9 #one shot ideas #reader insert #male reader #x reader #anime

[minato-division03]

Behind The Glass Stains I

R.I.P Märchen Drama Track 1

Warnings (MDNI): angst, dark humor, sexual humor, smut, deceit, con, stalking, abusive relationship, domestic violence, yandere, abusive family, mentions of pedophilia, mentions of sexual assault, prostitution, drugs, addiction, human trafficking, violence, gore, blood, character deaths. These warnings are not exclusive to this album in particular, they’re more so for the general plot.

Word Count: 10,225

Who would’ve known throwing a party could be so stressful?

Especially when the entire unit was being put together by only one person.

Just where was the help when she needed it?

She circled around the long coffee table, her messy muted-rose and chiffon-white curls tumbling over her shoulders when she bent down to gently drop small pillows on the floor.

Her ears perked, hearing the elevator stop at her floor in a far-off distance.

She glanced over at the closed door. With every slight movement as she turned, her eyes seemed to change patterns of colors. She pulled her phone out of the pocket of her black knit cardigan that was two sizes too big, tapping on the screen.

Was it twelve in the afternoon, already…?

Thirty-five seconds until they reached her unit.

She slowly placed the last pillow at the end of the table. She took her time as she made her way to the front door.

She opened the door, finding Ichiro, Jiro, and Saburo Yamada standing on the other side, Ichiro’s hand raised to knock.

The three of them jumped back in surprise. Each of them had in their hands, colorful gift bags stuffed with equally-colorful tissue paper.

Taking in their bewildered expressions, the corners of her lips lift into a warm smile, her iridescent eyes beaming and the long scar across her nose wrinkling slightly.

Ichiro shook his head and his puzzled expression was quickly overtaken by a gleeful one.

“Juri-san!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms around her.

Juri Yumesato was a twenty-two year-old woman with snow-white skin and foreign features— enough for her to somewhat pass as a Caucasian woman. She laughed, her voice gentle and inviting, and patted his arms. “Well, hello to you too.” She looked over to the younger brothers with a loving gaze. “And Jiro-kun, Saburo-kun! It’s wonderful to see you too!” She gathered the sides of her cardigan with one hand and opened the door further with the other as she stepped aside. “You three were supposed to be here an hour ago,” she teased.

Ichiro lifted his gift bag for her to see as he stepped inside, his brothers following. “We completely underestimated the stress of birthday shopping.”

The door clicked shut behind them as Juri followed behind, and at that sound, it hit them how effortlessly they were welcomed into her home.

Ichiro’s eyes scanned the room as he removed his shoes. The blue and white banner that adorned the walls, the dining table in the far back that’s been covered with a white satin tablecloth and littered with light blue, white, and gold confetti. Garlands of baby blue, white, silver, and gold balloons were scattered around the dining table and along the window wall. On the grey couch was a stack of large stuffed lions with gold crowns on their heads. Resting against the couch was a life-size wooden plaque painted white and carved into the shape of an open story book. Written across the pages was an excerpt from a storybook painted in large, elegant black letters. The unit would have been presentable had it not been for the pool of balloons carelessly scattered all across the living room.

“Where’s Ayato?” Jiro asked eagerly.

Juri placed her right hand over her cheek and tilted her head. “He’s asleep at the moment…” She caught Jiro hanging his head in disappointment. She placed a hand on his shoulder tenderly. “However, I reckon he won’t be for much longer.”

Saburo gestured to the gifts in his and his brothers’ hands. “Don’t mind that dimwit. Where should we put these presents?”

“Who the hell’re you calling a ‘dimwit’?!”

“Well maybe because you are one—”

Ichiro quickly clamped his hands over their mouths, dropping the present that was formerly in his hands. “Both of you, shut up!” he hissed quietly.

Juri bit her lips nervously, tearing her eyes away from the hallway. “Umm… why don’t you boys go ahead and set the presents by that table over there?”

Only when the younger brothers nodded did Ichiro release his hands. They gasped for air, like they’d been holding in their breaths for an eternity. Jiro took the present that his older brother had dropped and scurried over to set down their presents along with Saburo.

“We just need to gather all of these balloons into bouquets and attach them to these stuffed animals,” Juri explained, pointing to all of the separate elements. “Then we can set those up on either sides of the dining table and in certain spots around the house. The cake and food should be here any minute, so we can finish up in the meantime.”

Ichiro checked his phone. “Well, the guests are gonna be here in two hours, that should be more than enough time.”

“You’d never believe what Jiro tried to get for Ayato,” Saburo whisper-shouted from across the room.

Juri picked up one of the balloons by the stack of plush lions. She paused and looked up to be met with the youngest brother running her way.

“Jiro was convinced Ayato would want a soccer ball,” Ichiro testified, gathering together a bunch of balloons.

“Oh? What changed your mind?”

“Nii-chan said that someone like Ayato wouldn’t know what to do with it!”

Juri chuckled. “On the contrary… I’d like to see what he would do with a soccer ball.”

“Definitely not soccer,” Ichiro laughed.

“Well, sure,” Juri said, lowering the tied balloons on her lap. “Soccer is most certainly not what he would be doing.”

“See, Jiro?” Saburo sneered. “You’re so stupid that—”

Ichiro shot Saburo a sharp glare and he returned the look with a shamed dip of the head.

Ichiro let out an exasperated sigh as he flopped on the couch beside the stack of balloons. “Yeah, you see what I have to deal with everyday?”

The Yamada brothers had been visiting her apartment frequently for over a year and a half now. Perhaps it was because they knew Juri rarely ever left the building, but they sometimes even crashed by her unit without any prior notice.

Not that Juri minded— she enjoyed the company.

Even if the younger ones were always at each other’s throats…

Every single time…

Juri’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She reached for it and checked for whatever message had hit her. “Oh! It would seem that the cake and food have arrived.”

Ichiro peered into her phone. “Oh, she’s going to need some help getting all of that up here.” He turned to his younger brothers. “Think you guys could go back down and help bring up the goods?”

“Right now?” Saburo asked. “But we just got here…”

“You dumbass,” Jiro nagged. “Didn’t I tell you you’re supposed to do as nii-chan says and not question it?”

“And didn’t I tell you to do something about that blind devotion of yours?” Ichiro scolded.

“Ahahaha!” Saburo cackled. “What a moron!”

“Saburo…”

“S-Sorry, Ichi-nii! Jiro… and I will go bring the food up here.”

They both scurried out of the apartment, leaving Ichiro and Juri alone.

It was silent between them for the next while as they worked to make more balloon bouquets. Yet, neither of them seemed to mind the absence of sound. As Ichiro gathered his hoard of balloons, he caught a glimpse of the slight discoloration of dark circles that contrasted against her bright iridescent eyes. Her eyes were concentrated on forming her balloon bouquet, despite the drowsiness that she was trying to hide.

She caught his staring and laughed. “My, are you just going to sit there or are you going to help me out, blow partner?”

The color of Ichiro’s cheeks flared up intensely.

Juri giggled and patted his lap. “It was another joke, I’m sorry.”

Ichiro sighed and fanned himself using his hoodie, the red in his cheeks never dying. “No, you’re not…”

“No, I’m not. But that expression of yours when you get embarrassed never ceases to amuse me.”

He covered his face with his fingers. “Okay, enough of that…”

Juri set down her now-inflated balloon and picked up another. “Oh, you know they’re just harmless teasing. Had that really made you uncomfortable, I’d have stopped a long time ago.”

Dammit, he knew she was right. And yet he still had the same reaction every time.

Juri’s phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out and showed the screen to Ichiro with a smile. “Oh… it would seem the chicken is ready to be freed from the oven.”

“Well, thank god, that smell is so good and I’m starving!” Ichiro exclaimed cheekily.

Juri smiled mischievously. “Wonderful, I hope you and the guests have an appetite because we will have enough food to feed the entire apartment complex.”

“You’re not human.”

“Who knows, I very well may not be,” Juri said mischievously as she made her way to the kitchen. “Oh! And how perfect! The three of them have arrived on this floor.”

“Watch, I’ll bet you’re wrong this time,” Ichiro said smugly.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Juri said, as she opened the oven. The scent of savory sesame oil and lightly charred honey had hit her right in the face and slowly began to fill the unit. It was just the perfect blend of savory, sweet, buttery, and roasty. “My ears have never betrayed me.”

“Just get that chicken out of the oven and watch,” Ichiro said as he formed together another bouquet of balloons. “Which, by the way, smells awesome as fuck, but this is gonna be the time where you’re wrong. Watch it be a random neighbor.”

“Making pointless bets to try and stump me will do you no good, Ichiro-san, I can hear their voices and smell the cluster of food coming this way.”  Although her words were somewhat condescending, she remained playful. Her gentle smile remained on her face as she pulled the savory goodness out of the oven with the aid of kitchen gloves.

It was incredibly out of character for him, but amusing. Ichiro was always the one who was telling his brothers to behave. Yet here he was, acting like a competitive kid himself when his brothers weren’t around.

Ichiro tensed as he finally heard the cluster of footsteps. His hope was gradually decreasing as he heard the footsteps outside grow louder and louder.

He completely lost hope when the footsteps had come to a stop and a pair of keys had been inserted into the keyhole. His eyes instead traveled to Juri, who was now reaching around him to pick up the already-inflated balloons.

“I tried to tell you~” Juri said as she carefully bunched them together.

“Yeah, yeah…” Ichiro muttered, hearing the front door swing open.

In bursted the younger Yamada brothers, along with Reiaki Suzubayashi, a very well-known and beloved special effects artist and influencer in Roppongi, Minato. In her hands were a stack of platters covered in tin foil and a large blue box that was oh-so carefully sealed. Jiro and Saburo rushed past her to set their enormous trays of food on the dining table. Reiaki’s plum-colored eyes beamed when they landed on Ichiro.

She peered around the large stack of trays in her hands. “Ichiro! Hey!” she exclaimed. “Just gimme a second to put these down and I’ll get to you!”

Seeing the bright smile from Reiaki was more than enough to let him forget the feeling of defeat just moments ago.

She quickly set her things down and rushed over to Ichiro, slinging an arm over his (too-tall-for-her) shoulders. “Hey! How’ve you been?”

Ichiro chuckled nervously. His eyes trailed after Juri, who made her way to the younger brothers with her balloon bouquet. She thanked them for helping Reiaki and they replied with eager nods, like two puppies.

Reiaki’s eyes followed his gaze. “Did he lose again, Juri-chan?” she asked loudly.

Juri only shrugged. “I told him not to try.”

Reiaki stared Ichiro dead in the eye before bursting into a fit of laughter. She elbowed him aggressively. “Heh, you never learn, do you?”

Ichiro sighed, rubbing his ribs where Reiaki had elbowed him. “I don’t even know why I bother… Was kinda hoping she’d be wrong, just this once…”

“Give it up, dude. That’s never happening.”

Juri smiled and made her way back to the couch. “Thank you for picking up the food, Reiaki-chan. That must have been quite the road trip.”

Reiaki threw her arms in the air in exasperation. “Oh, let me tell you! The last place I had to stop by— the pasta and risotto, they said they made a mistake in the order and had to start all over!”

“And you ended up having to 'wait a freaking eternity’ for the food to arrive.”

“And I had to wait a freaking eternity for the food to arrive!” Reiaki flung her arms on Juri, the impact forcing Juri to take a few steps back. “See, you understand me! Argh, anyway— what the hell happened? You guys only got eight bouquets done?”

“Oh, my apologies,” Juri said, linking arms with Ichiro. “We were far too busy having a little fun, if you know what I mean…”

Reiaki smirked and lifted Juri’s chin with a finger. “Ohh… got yourself a blow partner, I see?”

“Sorry to break it to you, darling, but that joke had already been used. And goodness, not in front of the minors,” Juri said, playfully slapping Reiaki’s arm. Her eyes took in, not only Ichiro’s, but Jiro and Saburo’s flushed faces, as well.

All frozen in place— even Ichiro, who had already been exposed to that particular nickname today.

“WHY ARE BOTH OF YOU LIKE THIS?!” Jiro shrieked, shaking Reiaki’s shoulders aggressively.

“SSSHHHH!!”

Jiro’s voice was louder than all of the other four combined and they hurriedly clamped all of their hands over his mouth.

“Jiro, you idiot!” Saburo hissed.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Jiro yelled.

“What the hell are you doing!” Saburo yelled back.

“Ma…”

…

What…?

“Mama…?”

Oh no…

… was what everyone was thinking.

Ichiro socked Jiro and Saburo on the head. “Dammit, you guys…”

“What do we do?” Reiaki whispered as she gripped onto Juri’s arms, her eyes enormous. “We still have over two hours left…!”

“Sorry…” both Jiro and Saburo said simultaneously, hanging their heads down in shame.

“Um…” For once, Juri was actually stumped.

“Mama?”

Oh crap…

Ichiro gently pushed Juri towards the hallway. “Okay, here’s what’s gonna happen… Juri-san, you go and keep him busy. “Reiaki-san, Jiro, Saburo,” Ichiro paused to shoot his younger brothers a death glare, “and I will finish up the decorations here.”

“For two hours…?!” Juri whisper-shouted as Ichirio kept pushing her down the hall.

“Yes, yes, I’ll let you know when everything is done and all the guests arrive,” Ichiro replied. He stopped in front of a door and gave her a playful shove into the room. “See ya in a few hours!”

He shut the door behind him, leaving the woman to fend for herself.

She sighed.

Her line of sight lifted from the floor and moved to the side of the room and her eyes latched on to what was there.

Her previous troubles melted away and her heart warmed.

“Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?”

“Introducing…”

“The…”

Juri slowly pushed aside the royal blue streamers that hung from the ceiling and set foot into the living room, her other arm wrapped around someone that was less than half her height.

“Birthday boy!”

Reiaki, Ichiro, Jiro, and Saburo were gathered in the living room, along with dozens of children of all ages. Each of the children had a sticker shaped into different numbers stuck onto their person. They all clapped loudly when Juri emerged from the streamers.

“Happy Birthday, Ayato!” everyone cheered.

In Juri’s arms was a toddler. The shiny, gold paper crown he wore on top of his head flattened his abundance of chiffon-white hair that matched the ends of Juri’s hair.

In spite of the cheering, Juri watched as the toddler’s confused yet curious eyes danced around the room and the way the rainbow-like colors in his irises changed patterns every time they darted around the room.

Juri chuckled and turned to the crowd. “He’s like, ‘who are all these people and what have they done to my house’?”

The crowd bursted into laughter.

“Wow…” he babbled quietly.

“Woooow,” Juri repeated, her voice dramatically lighter and bubblier in tone.

He looked Juri in the eye. Utter joy filled his eyes and half of his face was now taken over by a big smile. He squealed and clapped his hands together gleefully.

“Wow, wow, wow!” he squealed in between claps.

Juri giggled and nuzzled her cheeks against his. “Happy Birthday, my lovely Ayato,” she said in English. She faced the other guests, reverting back to Japanese. “Please! Help yourselves to some food and drinks!”

The crowd of children immediately raced to the table, where all the dishes that Reiaki had brought had been spread out for the eyes (and in any second, the mouths too) to feast on.

Reiaki placed her palms over Ayato’s cheeks and gave them a gentle squish. “Happy Birthday, dude!”

“Splendid job on the decorations, you guys,” Juri said. She turned to the Yamada brothers. “And thank you three for bringing the children from the orphanage for today’s celebration.”

Jiro snickered. “Aw, it’s no big deal! They like Ayato a lot, so they were more than happy to come!”

“I’m surprised you managed to keep him in his room for over two hours,” Saburo hummed, poking Ayato’s plump cheeks. The toddler squealed in Juri’s arms and held his hand up to give Saburo a smack on the face when Juri pulled his tiny hand away before it could land a hit.

“He was doing alright for the first twenty minutes,” Juri chuckled tiredly. “But then he heard everyone from his room and kept wanting to see what was happening outside.”

“Oh, he just didn’t wanna be left out,” Reiaki laughed before giving the taller girl a peck on the cheek.

Juri, confused but not at all shocked, used her sleeve to wipe off the coral kiss mark that was left right underneath her scar. “Oh, honey… not when you have makeup on…”

“Teehee!”

Ichiro pointed at the two girls. “You sure you two ain’t dating…?”

Both women hugged tightly, sandwiching the birthday boy between them.

“Just roommates!” they giggled.

Juri felt a light tug on her jeans and she looked down.

One of the orphans had one hand on a plate full of food and the other gripping onto Juri’s jeans. “Someone’s at the door,” she said with her mouth full.

“Thank you for letting me know,” Juri said, patting the girl’s head. “But don’t talk with your mouth full.”

The little girl scurried off while scarfing down the rest of her plate.

Juri turned to the Yamada brothers. “Would you boys mind setting up while I go get the door?”

“Who is it?” asked Reiaki.

“It sounds like neighbor-san,” Juri said.

Reiaki’s eyes widened. “Oh, her! I forgot— she said she was gonna send a present for Ayato.”

“Oh, how thoughtful,” Juri said, following her roommate to the front door.

Reiaki opened the door, revealing a woman twice her age with familiar features. With familiar metallic blue hair and friendly, but piercing blue eyes.

“Shirazuki-san!” Reiaki feigned surprise. She quickly— but politely— bowed. Ayato stared at them, entirely confused, but proceeded to do the same. “Thank you so much for coming!”

“Yes, thank you very much,” Juri added, bowing as well.

The elder woman chuckled and handed Reiaki a colossal gift bag. “Don’t mention it. I have a lesson to attend to in just a little bit, so I’m afraid I can’t stay for too long. I’m just sorry my daughter couldn’t be here to deliver the present herself, she really put a lot of thought into it.”

Juri chuckled. “Ah, yes, the life of a world-renowned idol never seems to end, now does it? Oh— but Miku-san only has a few days left of promotions, does she not?”

“Yes, yes, that’s right,” sighed Miku’s mother. “Right after promotion season, she’ll be extra busy during the holidays. She won’t have time to come back to visit.”

“My, how exhausting,” Juri said. “It will be the same for Reiaki-chan. The holidays are the busiest times of the year for her. Unfortunate, it is. Nevertheless, please give Miku-san my gratitude for the gift she left for my son.”

“Oh, actually?” Reiaki chimed in. “Her number isn’t until 18:30, so she could be on break right now. I can put her on video chat right now…”

“Oh no, that won’t be necessary—” Juri began.

But Reiaki had already dialed the number.

Juri listened to the ringing sound and sighed, knowing exactly what was coming her way. Then the screen switched to a white room. The phone was seemingly resting against a makeup table. The blue-haired idol retreated to her seat after taking a moment to adjust her phone.

She was certainly more dolled up than Juri was used to seeing her. Dressed in a black strapless top paired with an asymmetrical tulle skirt, cinched with two black belts. From her jawline, her neck, along her arms, she was painted with thin streams of midnight-blue smoke patterns. She quickly glanced at Reiaki through her own phone, revealing the streaks of both fine and chunky glitter that trickled from beneath her eyes to down her cheeks, the light reflecting off the flakes to mimic tears.

“Yes?” was all she said.

“Hey, Miku-chan!” Reiaki greeted.

“Did you get my present?” Miku asked distractedly as sat down in front of a makeup station. Her sugary-sweet timbre was a stark contrast to her stone-cold delivery. She retracted her hands, revealing the midnight blue glyphs that were painted on both palms.

“We did!” Reiaki panned the phone down to show off the gift bag (which was half her height) in her hands. “Thanks for sending a present, you really didn’t have to!”

Miku turned to face them. “If I didn’t get him something, my mom would’ve. Is she still there?”

“Hi, Miku,” Miku’s mother said, peering into Reiaki’s phone. Juri watched how her eyes softened upon seeing her daughter’s face. “Congratulations on topping the charts again this season.”

“Thanks, mom.”

“And it looks like my replacement for the day did a good job on your look today!” Reiaki snickered.

Miku slightly adjusted the headpiece made of faux thorns that had been resting on top of her head. “I like the look of your work more, but it’s easier to dance in this—” Her cold blue eyes landed on Juri and darkened, turning icy.

“Why’s she there?” Miku asked dryly.

“Miku!” her mother gasped.

Juri stifled a laugh. Of course… For a multitude of reasons that Juri could theorize but not finalize on, the Miku Shirazuki who was loved by the public just had a strange distaste for the stay-at-home mother ever since they were introduced to each other by Reiaki.

Reiaki narrowed her eyes. “She’s Ayato’s mom, of course she’s going to be here to oversee his birthday.”

“You gotta move out,” Miku clicked her tongue. “I just don’t…” she took a few seconds to contemplate her next set of words. “Nevermind. But I’m worried about you and that baby.”

“Seriously, what’s wrong with you— gah!” Reiaki caught herself before she could plummet to the floor. When she peered down, one of the orphans was hugging her legs, eyes gleaming.

“Is that Miku Shirazuki?!” she cried.

All heads turned to Reiaki.

“Miku Shirazuki?!”

“Okay, that’s enough, thanks again for your present— bye-bye, now!” Reiaki said quickly and hung up the phone.

“I’m so sorry, Juri-chan…” Miku’s mother apologized while Reiaki snatched Ayato from Juri and shooed away the flood of children. “I really don’t know why she’s like that towards you…”

“Oh, it’s quite alright,” Juri chuckled, not at all bothered by Miku’s words. Her eyes darted to Reiaki, who instructed the children to sit in rows in the middle of the living room. “It’s no issue at all.”

She and Miku’s mother exchanged goodbyes and Juri made her way to the seats that were completely veiled by an opaque white cloth and stationed in front of the window wall.

“Thank you for setting this all up,” Juri whispered to Saburo.

“Per your instructions,” he replied as he joined his brothers in the spectating seats.

Juri giggled, assuming her position behind the two chairs. The children were seated on the floor as Reiaki had instructed. Ayato was seated on Reiaki’s lap and the Yamada brothers pulled up chairs behind the row of children, overseeing them. Juri clapped her hands together, the loud sound overpowering the murmurs from the audience made up of children and teens. Within seconds, all attention was on her.

“So! I’ve been told time and time again how much you all enjoyed my little mentalist show last time! I hope today’s act will serve as a fantastic follow-up.”

“I still don’t know how you did that last time!” shouted one of the teens.

“Yeah! How did you do that?!”

“Hmm… how did I do that, indeed…” Juri hummed. “Keep your eyes and ears open, perhaps you will catch onto something this time.” She pulled two coins out from the pockets of her cardigan. “Now catch!”

She tossed the coins into the crowd, turning her back to the audience the moment the coins left her hand. The orphans immediately scrambled to grab hold of the coins.

“Careful, now! You will have ten seconds to pass those coins around!” Juri announced as she closed her eyes to avoid catching the reflection of the audience in the window. “And I, as of this moment, cannot see who has the coins in their hands. Only one person can have a coin at a time as you’re passing them around. By the end of the countdown, you should either have one coin with you or no coins! Is that understood?”

“Yes!”

“Start the countdown!”

“Ten!” Reiaki exclaimed as she clapped her hands and the kids immediately began passing the coins around noisily. “Nine!”

The Yamada Brothers joined in, clapping their hands together. “Eight! Seven!”

“Six!”

Ayato, clueless as to what was happening, began clapping along. Granted, not in rhythm with the others.

“Five!”

Hearing that the countdown was coming to an end, the kids sped up their movements, shoving the coins over to the next person.

“Four!”

Juri tilted her head slightly, still keeping her eyes closed. The noise created by the mayhem of the enthusiastic crowd flooded her ears.

“Three!”

Such chaos, and yet it all came together in an unorthodox way. She found herself tapping on her own hand to the disorganized beat.

“Two!”

She picked apart the noises, singling on the sound of nails scraping against metal.

“One!”

Juri held up a hand. “Stop! The countdown has ended! Whoever has the coins right now, stop passing them around!”

The bustling crowd immediately stilled. They then scrambled to get back to their designated spots on the floor.

“Before I turn around, everybody, whether you are in possession of the coins or not, hide the coins in your hands and hide them behind your back!”

“And make sure not to give any hints away!” Reiaki announced in a sing-song voice. “Make sure Juri onee-chan doesn’t know you have the coins with you and make sure she doesn’t know which hand your coins are in, okay?”

“Okay!”

“Ready?” Juri called. “I’m turning around right now!”

Every one of the children had their hands behind their backs. Some had a cocky grin, some of their eyes went as wide as was humanly possible, some had the most blank expression a child could ever make, which was oddly… creepy.

Her eyes then moved to the number badges that they were all wearing.

“Numbers four and twelve,” Juri said and placed her hands over the chairs in front of her, “Be sure to keep your hands behind your backs and please! Come up here and have a seat. Pick any random seat— you may sit in whichever chair you feel like. As for the rest of you, please keep your hands behind your backs, still!” she said as the two chosen kids searched for a seat. “Because we don’t truly know if these two are the ones with the coins. So, until this trick is over, we are going to pretend that you do have the coins. Should we see if I guessed correctly?”

A wave of ‘yes!’ echoed through the sea of orphans.

Juri clapped her hands together as she stepped behind the first chair. “Alright, then! So, person number…” She took a few steps to the side so she could get a better look at their stickers. The kid in the first chair looked a little too eager to be in the seat— confident, even. His eyes were shining and he had his hands tightly balled into fists and was swinging his feet with much excitement. “Number 4! Please hold both of your hands out in front of you, faced down, okay?”

“Okay!” he exclaimed as he jolted his fists forward, almost punching the air. “What next?!”

Juri chuckled. “Alright, so for the people in the audience, I need you all to shout out a color— any color at all. Go!”

And with that, every one of the children began shouting a dissonant mishmash of colors.

She tapped the boy on his right shoulder. “Go ahead and pick two colors.”

He squirmed in his seat excitedly. “Um! White! And… Green?”

“White and green, it is!” Juri announced as the shouting died down. “Now, if the coin is in this hand,” she paused, tapping on his right knuckle, “think ‘white,’” She then tapped on his left knuckle. “And if the coin is in this hand, think ‘green.’ And remember, whether or not you have the coin with you, I want you to still pretend you do. So without telling me, really concentrate on the color that matches the hand that the coin is in. Is it in the white hand or is it in the green hand?”

He said nothing more and stared straight at her, his eyes feigning a death glare as Juri took a few seconds to take in his silence.

Juri chuckled. “My goodness, what a look you’ve got there! I believe you’re thinking ‘white,’ so the coin is in this hand,” she said as she tapped on his right knuckle. “Turn it over so that I can see.”

As if it weren’t possible, his eyes brightened even more as he slowly turned his right hand over and opened his fist.

Juri reached into his palm and held up what he’d been hiding in his fist.

The coin.

She smiled and looked over at the kid in the second chair. “As for you, I want you to do exactly as—”

They shifted in their chair slightly so that they were fully facing Juri, completely shielding their back from her.

Juri chuckled. “Clever, you are! Pick a hand to have the coin in, and just like before— hold your hands straight out in front of you.”

The kid in the second chair was slightly younger and far less giddy than the previous. Their eyes were wide with concern and they were holding their breaths.

No… they’re nervous about accidentally giving the answer away. How cute…

Juri smiled and faced the crowd. “Now, then! Shout out any animal you can think of! Go!”

The kids began screaming out a mishmash of different animals. From the most common of pets, to the most obscure, to completely made-up species.

Juri rubbed the kid’s shoulder, easing their apparent tension. “Pick any two animals that you hear.”

“Er…” they stammered. “Dragon… And…” They paused and leaned forward slightly to get a better listen at what their friends were shouting. “Um… Spider?”

“Dragon and spider!” Juri repeated, holding back a laugh. “So when I tap on both of your hands, I want you to say ‘yes’ both times to my questions.” Juri immediately tapped on their tiny left hand. “Is the coin in this hand?”

“Yes…” they quaked.

Juri tapped on their other hand. “Is the coin in this hand?”

“Yes…!”

Juri chuckled, keeping her eyes on the little one’s wavering eyes. “You must be thinking ‘dragon,’ so the coin is in this hand right here.” She tapped on their left knuckle. “Let me see, turn it over.”

The kid gulped slightly and flipped both hands over, revealing their hands for everyone to see.

“Two out of two!” Reiaki exclaimed, pointing to the coin.

Which was indeed in their left hand.

“She did it!” Jiro added excitedly.

“Round of applause, everyone!” Reiaki clapped. The orphans quickly copied Reiaki and clapped for the act that they genuinely admired.

Juri raised a hand, silencing the applause. “Oh? But we’re not finished, yet.” She waited a few seconds, allowing the children to voice their confusion. She took a few steps to the side. “You see, I actually knew you two would pick those answers. The color, the very type of animal, not to mention,” she paused to point to the stickers on their clothing, “even the numbers you all chose for yourself when you first arrived.”

“No way!” the boy teased. “I don’t believe you!”

“Prove it!” someone shouted from the crowd.

“Oh dear…” Juri sighed into her hand. “What to do…? Hm… let’s put it this way: see, you all in the audience could have shouted anything, my two little helpers up here could have heard anything and picked anything, however! Person number four specifically chose which color and person number 12 opted for which animal, again?”

“White and dragon!” the orphans answered back.

“Precisely,” Juri said. “So with that being said, person number four and twelve? Why don’t the two of you come down and remove the cloths from those chairs?”

Confused, the first boy hopped off his chair while the other slowly climbed down.

Simultaneously, they pulled away the white fabric. Person number four reached under his chair and pulled something out to show everybody.

Gasps echoed throughout the living room.

Flabbergasted, the orphans in the room began checking their respective stickers.

On the first chair, there was a large sheet of paper taped to it and painted in bold royal blue paint, was a ‘4’. As for the second chair, there was a large blue ‘12’ painted on.

“Numbers four and twelve, just like I had predicted!” Juri said. “But that’s not all! Take a look under their chairs!”

It was a plush white dragon stuffed animal that was half his height.

His eyes widened and quickly moved to find his fellow helper. They, too, had a white dragon plush in their hands.

“It would seem that I had guessed correctly,” Juri giggled.

“How’d you know number four and twelve would get the coins?!” yelled one teen.

“No! How’d you know we’d pick that color and animal!” shouted another.

“No fair!”

Juri held a finger to her lips. “Unless you can figure it all out on your own, I’m afraid I cannot give away my secrets so easily,” she said mischievously.

One of the older kids walked up to her with Ayato in her arms. She covered her face with the toddler and used her hands to wave his like he was a toy. “But how did you do iiiiit?” she whined, making her voice sound drastically higher in pitch.

Juri stifled a laugh as she took the girl’s hands and lowered Ayato to the floor. “If you had kept your eyes and ears open, you would have noticed something—”

“Juri onee-chan! The baby!”

Startled, Juri quickly looked down to the floor and lo and behold, Ayato was definitely not standing there anymore. Her eyes scanned the living room rapidly when she heard a tiny little pair of feet thumping against the floor at an inconsistent—but swift— pace. Then the sound of his incoherent babbles filled the room.

Juri looked back at the girl. “Keep your eyes and ears open, not like how I forgot to do just now.”

For a one year old, Ayato sure was an agile little critter, dodging every person reaching to grab him and maneuvering around a crowded space. All the while with the world’s biggest grin on his face. He squealed and clapped his hands as he maneuvered around the apartment full of people.

“Ayato, get back here!” one of the orphans hollered.

“Ayatooooooo!”

“Juri-san, are you sure this guy’s only one?!” Saburo exclaimed as he missed the toddler that darted past him.

Reiaki finally caught up with the toddler and dragged him out from under the table by the foot, cradling him to her chest with a heavy sigh of relief. “My god… if I’m this tired chasing a toddler, I’m really done for…”

Jiro planted his hands on his knees, panting heavily. “You know what this is like? In those anime where the baby has some weird superpower and is causing all the chaos in the world!”

“Jiro, you moron!” Saburo yelled. “This is reality, not an anime! Are you so stupid that you think superpowers really exist?!”

“You gonna tell me he’s not inhuman?!”

“Obviously, you bastard—”

Reiaki slammed her fist on Saburo’s head. “Children are here!”

Juri walked over to Reiaki, watching how Ayato squirmed in her hands with an ear-splitting whine. “You may not have superpowers, but my goodness, just where do you get all this energy from? Certainly not from your father!”

Ichiro laughed and adjusted Ayato’s paper crown, despite the smaller one’s fit. “Definitely not! Ayato’s been spending way too much time around Reiaki oba-chan!”

The blonde girl stuck her tongue out at them.

Juri gently slapped Ichiro’s hand away. “Watch those hands, it took years off my lifespan to get his hair looking even remotely decent.”

Ichiro took a step back and held his hands up in surrender.

“If his hair is anything like yours,” Jiro said, “Then it’s a mess at all times, so who cares?”

Urgh…

Reiaki rested her chin on Juri’s shoulder while she firmly held Ayato in place. “So… do I get to see what the baby daddy looks like?”

Juri chuckled awkwardly. “You know I don’t have photos of him.”

Ichiro pinched Ayato’s cheek. “Plus, Ayato doesn’t really look like his dad— he gets all his features from you. An even more Japanese version of you.”

“Um… I’m Japanese, too, you know…?” Juri chuckled awkwardly.

“Half-Japanese,” Saburo interjected.

“I’m still Japanese, though…”

Reiaki laughed. “Not like you were born here— wait, Juri-chan, your hand!”

“Huh?” Juri looked down at her hand.

Across her palm was a thin laceration— not nearly deep enough to be considered a gash, but enough that blood was being spilt.

Juri quickly checked Ayato’s clothes for any signs of blood. A small amount had smeared at the bottom of his hoodie.

Then she quickly took a look at Ichiro’s hand. Thankfully, nothing.

But how…? When did she even get a cut like that?

Ichiro tugged on her sleeve. “Come on, let’s go get that first aid kit.”

“Oh no, it is but a small scratch…”

“You guys go,” Reiaki said, tugging at Ayato's hoodie, being careful to avoid the drying blood on the fabric. “I’ll get him changed.”

Ichiro nodded and took Juri by the sleeve, dragging her to her room before she could say anything.

Her room was rather plain. A small platform bed tucked away in one corner of the room, its white blankets and pillows piled messily on top. Right next to that was a small white coffee table and sitting over top was a single closed laptop.

Her room was pretty minimal, but definitely wasn’t as clean as Juri would have normally left it.

Ichiro shot Juri a knowing look.

She fiddled with her fingers and averted her eyes. “Please spare me, I haven’t had the time…”

Ichiro sighed and made his way over to her closet. He found the first aid kit straight away— stashed away on the very top shelf.

He turned around, with the kit in hand, to find Juri sitting on the edge of her bed, examining her bloodied palm.

She really hadn’t noticed…

Even now, the only feeling she felt from her hands was the cold, wet blood that trickled to her fingers.

Ichiro took a seat beside her, and took her hand in his, gazing at the crimson liquid that looked incredibly dark in color against her near pure-white skin. He immediately began wiping away the blood with a gauze. Despite his hands being significantly larger than hers, he was being incredibly gentle when handling the slender, delicate digits.

“Hey…”

“Yes?”

Ichiro wiped away the blood when they flowed back to the surface. “Have you thought about what I asked you before?”

“About?” she asked, already knowing where the conversation was heading.

“Joining the Division Rap Battle.”

For months now, both the Yamada brothers and Reiaki had been pestering her about forming a representative rap team for Minato. Every time, she would turn them down and they would ask her again.

Juri kept her eyes on Ichiro’s hands. “You know I don’t care for territory battles, let alone the Division Rap Battle.”

“Come on…” Ichiro said as he reached for the bandaid. “You’re one of the strongest people I know, you’ve rapped against me before. Don’t you think you should be using your strength to do what’s right?”

“‘To do what’s right’… Is there any merit in entering when I have no personal motivation to do so?” Juri closed her eyes and lightly caressed her bandaged palm.

“What do you mean, ‘no personal motivation’?” Ichiro asked as he ripped the bandaid aggressively. “You can help out a lot of people if you had formed a division team with Reiaki and someone else…!”

“My apologies, Ichiro-san,” Juri said, “but that is not enough for me to want to enter. And goodness, this is a tournament for males to battle each other for gaining territories, a female needs no place in the Division Rap Battle.”

“Then you can be the first,” Ichiro said, stopping himself from raising his voice. “And don’t tell me that Minato already has representative division teams, I know that. But I’d bet any money that you'd be better than them.”

Because I still haven’t beaten you… Ichiro thought, firmly pressing the bandaid against Juri’s palm.

She chuckled, removing her hands. “Suppose I do have the prowess, I am quite satisfied where I am now and do not see myself wanting to progress further. Besides, even if I wanted to enter, I’ve not a hypnosis mic of my own and there isn’t nearly enough time before the preliminaries.”

He bit his lip and hung his head. She did have a point… What had previously been ‘still two days away’ in his head had quickly turned into ‘only two days left’. It hadn’t really hit him that the prelims was any day now, even though he had been counting the days. It would’ve been impossible to form a team of three before then…

But this was a matter they’d been discussing for months now.

Juri reached over and caressed his cheeks affectionately. “Hey, look at me. I respect you and your reasons for entering, but it’s not something I wish to involve myself in. Forming an official team is out of the question, but I’ll always be willing to participate in our mock battles as we have always done.”

It was frustrating.

He would never understand why Juri wouldn’t want to aim for something higher and do what was right.

And she would never understand why Ichiro would want to bother himself and his brothers by worrying about strangers first.

They really had to accept the fact that they would never see eye to eye on this matter.

Ichiro clenched his fist. “Okay… I’m sorry…”

“Oh, Ichiro-san, you have nothing to apologize for,” Juri said, pulling him into her arms. “I may not agree with everything you do, but there’s nothing you could do to make me resent you in any way.”

Ichiro smiled and nuzzled into her. In contrast to her cold hands, her embrace was warm and comforting. There was just no way for Ichiro to describe the feeling, it just… was perfect, enough to make him forget his previous feelings of exasperation. He gripped her cardigan. “Thanks, Juri-san… you know I feel the same way about you, right?”

Juri lightly chuckled and ruffled his ebony hair. “I’m glad you do. Now, then, the guests are probably waiting for us, shall we head out?

Ichiro lifted his head, gazing into her eyes and examining the way they glittered with all the colors in existence. Like looking into a bubble… He smiled childishly. “Yeah, let’s!”

“Thank you for patching this little scratch.”

“No problem.”

Japan really had some interesting traditions when it came to birthdays.

Here they were, with an array of items laid out in a straight line, separating Juri and Ayato from the rest of the crowd.

A balloon, a ruler, a hand mirror, a dictionary, a pair of chopsticks, a paintbrush, one thousand yen, a scissor, a calculator, and Juri’s cell phone.

It was just a superstitious tradition to predict what the birthday baby’s future career or personality would be. There were no facts behind this sort of game, but Juri’s heart was racing. For once, she had no idea what would be the outcome.

Just past the line of seemingly random objects were the children of the orphanage, seated around the long coffee table, but all were facing the dining room, where Juri had Ayato in her arms.

Ayato stared at the line of items in front of him. Then he began slapping his mother’s cheek.

“Alright…” Juri groaned in English, ignoring the laughs erupting from the others and placing him gently on the floor. She held his hands as he stood up with his legs all wobbly.

She quickly let go of his hands, giving him a light nudge towards the objects separating him from the older kids.

Reiaki, the Yamada brothers, and the orphans cheered and clapped for Ayato’s attention.

Ayato waddled a few steps forward, smiling brightly to all the cheering. Then his attention was interrupted when he caught sight of a raven just outside the window. He turned slightly to take a better look.

“No, no, no, no, no, no!”

“This way! THIS WAY!!”

Juri rushed forward and grabbed hold of the walking disaster, planting him firmly on the floor, facing the crowd.

“In front of you, Ayato, in front of you,” Juri said— yet again, in English.

Ayato lifted one leg as high as he possibly could and stomped on the floor with all his might. He squealed at the ‘thump’ sound and did the same with the other foot. Juri let go of him, allowing him to march over to the line of objects.

“Come on buddy, come this way!” one of the orphans cooed, clapping their hands.

“No! Come over here!” yelled another.

Ayato paused when he stood directly in front of the objects that were lined up in an almost perfect line.

He babbled, ignoring the anticipating eyes of his aunty, uncles, and the older kids.

He slowly crouched down. Halfway, he lost his balance and fell down.

The kids nearly jumped from their spots to help him up. Ayato kicked his legs about as he sat himself back up. Still seated, he reached over to grab something off the floor.

Everybody in the room cheered and clapped for Ayato, who stared at them in bewilderment.

“Well what do you know?” Reiaki laughed as she reached for the lighter that was on the table. “He went for the scissors!”

One of the children smacked their hand on the coffee table. “Reiaki onee-chan, what do the scissors mean in the erabitori game?”

“Well, it means that Ayato is gonna be handy and creative when he grows up,” she answered as pulled away from Ayato’s baby-blue cake and set down the lighter. Decorated with gold pearl candies and other gold adornments, as well as golden cartoon lions made of fondant surrounding the cake, which was topped with a baby blue and gold crown and gold and white dotted candles, now lit aflame.

Ayato, still clueless as to what was happening, began flailing his arms around with the scissors still in his tiny hands.

Juri picked up Ayato, pulling the dull scissors away from him and setting him down on the empty baby chair that was arranged to be right in front of the cake that was almost as tall as him.

“My Ayato,” Juri murmured. “I wonder what drew you to the scissors? What kind of person will you turn out to be?”

“Okay, you guys! Let’s sing ‘happy birthday’ for our birthday boy!” Ichiro said, snapping Juri out of her daze.

“Ready, and!” Reiaki exclaimed.

“Happy Birthday to you!”

How odd…

Juri had never been too fond of the traditional birthday song. The birthday person would stand awkwardly as everybody else would sing for them— usually off-key, off-tempo, or perhaps both. Not to mention, the song in Japan was really just sung in broken English.

“Happy Birthday to you!”

And yet, there was just something so different about this one.

“Happy Birthday dear Ayato!”

Mom… Father… Juri thought in English as she sang along. How I wish you could be here to see this. Your grandson has officially been in this world for one year.

“Happy Birthday to you!”

Ayato, with his mouth agape, slammed his hands on the table loudly.

All of the children and young teens blew out the candles at the same time.

Reiaki latched onto Juri’s arm.

“Reiaki-chan?”

“How can it be one year already?” Reiaki murmured.

“It truly is a wonder,” Juri chuckled as she cut into the cake and handed out the slices to the younger kids.

“A whole year since he came into this world…” Ichiro added. He crouched down and stared at the birthday boy.

Ayato stared back at Ichiro, not at all listening to him. His round iridescent eyes were wide with amazement as he smashed his hand into his slice of cake, sending icing in all directions. He then took a fistful of cake and brought it to his mouth.

“You know, Ayato?” Ichiro said softly as he took a napkin to wipe away some blue icing that got on his nose. “You really gave your mom a hard time when you were in her belly.”

Reiaki chuckled. “Your uncles and I struggled to put up with mama while you were still in there. You were such a hungry little monster and then you would suddenly decide that all food in the world sounded awful. She was always sick and in pain because of you, y’know?”

Juri stiffened, recalling the memories.

“And man, you gave us all so many false alarms and scared us all!” Ichiro added.

“Pregnancy and delivery are memories I wish not to relive…” Juri chuckled awkwardly as she continued to slice the cake. She looked down at Ayato who grabbed a fistful of cake and slammed it down on the table. “But it was all worth it since I was gifted the best little human on this planet.”

Strange, is it not? No matter how many prediction tricks I have done in my life, you are the one person I cannot ever seem to predict… You just seem to plunge my impeccably planned routines into chaos, in ways I could have never foreseen.

Even if you drive me to the brink of insanity on a daily basis… I would never trade any part of you… not for the world. There’s no greater blessing than being able to watch you grow day by day, because you are the best thing that has ever come into my life.

Perhaps it’s too much to ask for, but in a perfect world… you, me, Reiaki-chan, Ichiro-san, Jiro-kun, Saburo-kun… your father… and your grandparents, as well… we’d all live in peace, without worries or struggles… Our situation is unfortunate, but I swear to you, I shall grant you a happily ever after. Juri planted a soft kiss to his temple. “Happy Birthday, my sweet baby boy. I love you so much… more than you will ever know.”

It had become routine for her. Some fansigns, be stuck at a TV station all day long, perform her newly released song for promotion season, wait at the TV station some more, earn all the votes and win the award for the night, perform an encore stage.

So sleepy… Miku thought as she changed out of her flashy stage garments and into a much more laid back attire.

“Good work, today,” Ikeishi said, handing a half-empty cup of iced coffee to Miku.

Miku muttered a ‘thank you’ and took the cup from her manager. She was about to take a sip when she paused and stared at the TV station’s logo that was plastered on the cup. “Could we grab another cup before we leave?”

Ikeishi shook his head as he finished packing his and Miku’s bags. “You have an early start to your schedule tomorrow, so you gotta be able to sleep tonight. That’s all the coffee you’re getting for today. Come on, let’s go home.”

Miku clicked her tongue and distractedly followed her manager out the door and into his car. She dazed off as her manager started the vehicle and took off. All she could think about was how nice it would be to just hop into bed and knock out.

She sighed and took a sip out of the drink in her hands. The end of a work day has never tasted so good. Bittersweet. All in the form of a cup of iced coffee.

Her eyes traveled to the rearview mirror to meet her manager’s gaze. Rather than returning eye contact, his eyes were set on the vehicles behind, brows furrowing as he merged onto the next lane.

She leaned her head against the window and waited a few minutes before speaking up. “So tomorrow’s schedule’s the same…?”

“Yes,” he replied, merging back into the previous lane. “You’ll be at the station in Akihabara from 7:00 to 21:00.”

“Right…” she murmured, her heavy eyes fluttering closed.

“You’re almost done with promotions, so keep up this schedule for a few more days,” he said lowly, his eyes flickering between the road in front of him and the rearview mirror.

“I know, I know…” Miku dismissed sleepily. “I really don’t wanna deal with a long day” She closed her eyes. But at least I’ll see the fans again.

He gazed at her from the corner of his eyes before returning back to the road. “I may get paid to make you busy, but you know I’m worried about you.”

“We’re not going over this again.”

“Miku, I mean it,” he said, his voice growing serious. Miku tiredly glanced up and saw that his eyes darkened with concern. “It’s great that you’re loyal to your fans, but you’re not being fair to yourself.”

“Then say the fans are the reward.”

“Fine, take your fans out of the equation, do you even enjoy what you do anymore?”

“Oh, shut up, I don’t wanna hear it…”

Ikeishi sighed and returned his attention to the road in front of him. Miku’s fingers slipped off of her cup, nearly knocking the drink over. She jolted forward, catching it. As she groggily sat back in her seat, she had just barely managed to catch a glimpse of a passing exit sign.

“Ikeishi-san… you do realize you missed the exit, right?” she mumbled.

“We’re being followed.”

Huh? Followed?

Miku slowly peered around the seat—

“Don’t look behind you.”

Miku quickly drew back. Her eyes were heavy, but her heart was beating increasingly. Her eyes panned over to Ikeishi, whose eyes were dead-set on the road in front of him.

“Ikeishi-san, what’s going on…?” she asked, forcing the words out.

“This bastard has been on our tail for a while,” he explained.

Her stomach turned to ice.

Dammit… Why… just why…?

She placed a hand over her face, covering the blurring world from her strained eyes.

What the…

“We’ll be taking the scenic route, Miku,” Ikeishi said, pressing his foot firmly down on the pedal and merging onto a nearby exit. “Hang in there.”

Ikeishi peered into the rearview mirror.

The same car was still behind them.

Shit…

Miku slowly lowered her hand from her face, taking off parts of her makeup. Halfway, her hand limply dropped onto her lap. She stared down at the makeup on her hands. Whether it was her hazy vision or her violently trembling hands… Why did her hands feel so heavy…?

“Is… are… are they still there…” Miku mumbled nervously.

“He’s persistent…” Ikeishi muttered, massaging his temples. “At this rate, we’ll never make it back home…!”

Miku hadn’t realized how heavy her breaths were. Head limp and hanging, she shakily reached for the door, absentmindedly reaching around for the panel when her hand slipped and she collapsed, her head crashing onto the window.

“Miku?!”

Ow…

She reached for the panel, slowly pushing herself away from the window and sitting upright in a swaying manner. With heavy breaths, she blinked slowly, waiting for her eyes to focus. Yet the world before her remained spinning and hazy. Like her own eyes were betraying her.

Her eyes slowly lowered to the floor, her legs now soaked with sticky coffee and a now-empty cup next to her feet.

When did she drop it…?

It was hot.

But it was also cold.

She couldn’t feel her feet or hands.

“Miku, you’re going to be okay.”

His voice sounded like it was really far away, like it was an echo.

“It’s just some stupid guy, we’ll lose him soon enough. I…”

What was he saying…?

How long had they been driving for…?

“Reiaki-chan~”

With a low moan, Reiaki stirred in her sleep.

“Rei~a~ki~chan~”

This time, she lifted her head slightly. Then took the pillow beneath her and buried her head with it, muffling her ears from the outside world.

“What a shame, I suppose you leave me with no other choice.”

Something heavy plopped on her back. She met the impact with a hefty ‘oof!’

Then a small pair of hands smacked her in the face before aggressively yanking at her hair, followed by a delighted squeal.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!!” Reiaki jolted upright, carefully tugging her orange hair away from the tiny—and somehow, mighty pair of hands until they finally let go.

Her ears were met with two different voices laughing.

Juri stood by her bedside, chuckling heartily and a tiny Ayato was sprawled out beside her on the bed, laughing hysterically and just a few strands of blonde and orange hair in his fist.

“You don’t get tired of doing this everyday?!” Reiaki cried, moving Ayato to sit upright on her lap.

“I could never,” Juri shrugged. She smiled as she watched Reiaki attempt to peel the strands of hair off of Ayato’s firm grip. He squealed and flailed his arms wildly. “Our breakfast was getting cold and I was afraid our precious roommate was never going to open her eyes again.”

Reiaki puffed up her cheeks in retaliation. Ayato gazed up at her and slapped her cheeks with both hands.

Juri gasped and quickly peeled the moving crane machine from the human punching bag. “Okay, baby, no more hitting.”

“You guys…” Reiaki groaned, placing a hand over the tiny red hand marks on both sides of her face.

She was interrupted by the sound of an incoming phone call. She sighed and reached for her phone on her bedside table, immediately switching to speaker mode. “Hello?”

“Suzubayashi-san…” said the voice on the other line. “Sorry, but your client list for today is going to have to be moved around— there’s been some last-minute changes.”

Reiaki groaned and flopped back on her mattress. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding…”

Juri took a fussy Ayato and headed for the door. He wailed and flailed in her arms while Juri paid no mind to his little fit.

“Suzubayashi-san…” The voice on the other line swallowed before continuing. “Miku Shirazuki and Ikeishi got into an accident last night.”

Juri’s ears perked upon hearing that. An accident…? Last night?

She paused and turned around, fully facing Reiaki.

“What?!” Reiaki exclaimed, jolting right up. “No way, are they okay?!”

It went silent on the other line.

“Hello?” Reiaki said, her anxiety now beginning to bubble up. The silence seemed to swallow her and the phone in her clammy hands felt slippery.

Juri fully turned around, zeroing in on Reiaki’s pale face. Reiaki’s eyes were as wide as saucers as she stared intently at her blankets.

Reiaki opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out. Her lips trembled slightly as she closed them. She gulped. “Are they okay…?” she repeated slowly but firmly.

“Their car had crashed into a container yard. Miku Shirazuki’s body’s missing and her manager was found dead on sight.”

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[bobaji]

MAKING YOU SQUIRT.

#ICHIRO, SAMATOKI, KUKO, + DOPPO.

+ kuko may be my fav character but samatokis scene was hottest........whoops

ICHIRO YAMADA.

♡ ichiro is skilled in bed

♡ but he doesn't quite know how to make you squirt

♡ it happens on accident most of the time

♡ but he's always super stoked when he does make you do it

♡ you always sound so cute and the way you squirm always makes his cock so hard

+

"ichiro!" you sob, tugging harshly at his hair.

he merely moans, too busy with his tongue buried in your messy little cunt. the cum hes milked from you time and time again drips down his chin and neck, wetting the collar of his shirt.

but it doesn't deter him, heated eyes finding your face as he slurps over your clit, tongue rolling over the bud to trap it between his lips. his hands pin your thighs open, your knees pressed to your chest.

you can hardly stand to look at him. after coming home from a long day, he had told you all he wanted was to eat your cunt. and you could hardly say no - the heated, needy look in his eyes making you drip into your panties all too quickly.

and now, after several orgasms, he's still at it.

"ichi-" your entire body twitches when he hums with your clit trapped in his hot mouth.

he huffs a laugh and you whine, tugging his hair in retaliation. he's quick to lay a seat on your thigh, glaring at you but not halting his ministrations.

"ichi! th-there!" you gasp, "don't stop— fuck!"

ichiros eyes roll back in his head as he feels you cum, your clit throbbing against his tongue as you squirt over his lower face. he grinds his hips against the bed, nearly cumming in his pants as you squirt all over him, wetting his shirt, hair, and the bed before he pulls away.

"there we go!" he grins boyishly, looking proud with bright eyes, "love it when you do that!"

you whine and fall limp on the bed, glaring at your menace of a boyfriend as he pulls his fat cock from his pants, stroking himself to the sight of you fucked out.

SAMATOKI AOHITSUGI.

♡ a man who wants you to squirt and knows exactly how to do it

♡ especially skilled with his fingers

♡ a fan of making you cum so many times that you're overstimulated into squirting

♡ finds it precious how you get all shy when you cover him in your mess

♡ can sometimes be mean and degrades you for it

+

"quit your fuckin' squirming," he snaps, rough hands keeping your legs spread as you tremble on his lap, "you hear me?"

"toki..." you whine, cutting off into a squeal when he lands a harsh slap over your cunt.

"don't wanna fuckin' hear it," he growls, "you wanted me to make you cum, couldnt even let me relax when i got home before you're pawin' at my cock. so sit here like a good little girl and take it."

you clutch onto his shirt, sniffling as you watch with teary eyes as he trails his fingers between your folds, licking his lips, "messy fuckin' cunt, relax,"

you gasp when he suddenly stuffs two fingers, the lewd, wet noise it makes causes your cheeks to heat up in embarrassment. his movements are skilled, practiced as he crooks his fingers to prod at your g-spot, free hand finding itself wrapped around your throat, keeping you pinned against his chest as he fucks your messy little cunt with his fingers.

"fuck! toki! you sob, legs kicking up as your eyes roll back in your head, "'m gonna cum!"

"yeah," he pants, "make a fuckin' mess for me and ill give you my cock."

you stand no chance to disobey as his fingers expertly work, palm grinding against your clit until your entire body locks up. he moans in your ear, whispering filth as you gush, squirting all over his lap, effectively soaking his jeans.

but he doesn't care, not when your tight little cunt forces his fingers from the force of your orgasm. his fingers find your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud back and forth, milking more and more of a mess out of your until you're in tears.

KUKO HARAI.

♡ king of messes

♡ has long since grown addicted to making you cum so hard that you squirt all over him

♡ loves to be dripping in your cum

♡ gives him a strong sense of pride

♡ as if you've marked him as yours

+

"that's it!" he grins, working his hips - stuffing his cock deep in your sensitive little cunt. your entire body trembles beneath him, nails biting in his biceps as you hold onto him, "cummin' nice and hard for me, huh?"

you gasp, legs kicking as he pins your down, rocking his hips to send you higher and higher as you squeal and sob his name.

the grin doesn't leave his face, even as he forces your knees to the bed, leaving your stuffed cunt open for him to watch as you gush all over his cock - you squirt over his abdomen and he moans at the feeling, slowing his hips to work you through your orgasm.

he finally lets you go when he shove at his chest, your squirming causing his cock to pop out of your wet little cunt.

"you're so hot," he chuckles, leaning down to press his lips against yours, "i wanna see you do that again."

"kuko wait!" you sob when his fingers find your clit.

you look down and the both of you feel your pussy flutter when you look at those pretty, panted fingers covered in your cum as he circles your clit.

you stand no chance to deny your boyfriend; when he wants to make you cum, there's no stopping him.

he wraps his fist around his cock, slapping the head against your cunt, laughing meanly when your entire body jumps at the sensation. he viciously rubs the head against your clit, mouth hanging open to catch a faint taste of your juices as you squirt again, body twitching and spasming.

while you're still cumming, pretty head cloudy with pleasure, he stuffs his cock back into your cunt, starting another harsh pace that has you crying and sobbing, mindlessly babbling about how it's too much, begging for him to slow down and give you a break.

but he refuses, he needs you to cum more, cum harder. he wants the mess all over him, all over the bed, he wants you both filthy.

"shut up," he snaps, "don't wanna hear any of that whinin'. just shut up and cum on my cock like a good girl."

DOPPO KANNONZAKA.

♡ 100% makes your squirt by accident

♡ you always look so embarrassed and apologize when you make a mess on his suit

♡ he can't bring himself to make you do it intentionally </3

♡ but he really has no idea how well he uses his cock

♡ he fucks u so good that you can't help but make a mess all over him !!!

+

"d-doppo..." you sigh, arms wrapped around his neck, mindlessly grinding against his lap, "f-feels so good, your cock...'s big..."

he bites his lip, choosing to pretend that your words don't have his ego boosting and cheeks flushing. he holds your waist with strong, callused hands, supporting you as you fuck yourself on his cock.

"i wanna cum," you pant, briefly pressing his lips against yours, "can i? doppo? can i cum?"

your sweet, pretty begging has his cock throbbing. his head rests against the back of the couch, watching you ride him backlit by the lights like a goddess. he feels so lucky, he loves you so much that he can't take it.

when you rest your head on his shoulder, burying your face in his neck, so vulnerable and sweet for him, he cant resist wrapping his arms around your.

you squeal when he suddenly starts pistoning his hips, fucking his cock into your pussy faster than you were prepared for.

"d-doppo!" you sob, clutching his suit jacket, "y-you're gonna make me cum! fuck!"

he's panting in your ear, cupping the back of your head, fisting your hair, "p-please cum! wanna f-feel it!"

you sob his name and freeze, falling silent as you tremble. for a second he thinks he's gone overboard, fucked up and pushed you too far. he slows down, ready to stop when he feels it.

wet heat around his cock, spreading to his pants. your cunt spasms around his cock and he moans, realizing you're cumming nice and hard for him.

he grinds his hips against yours, easing you through the orgasm until he hears a muffled sob break free from your chest.

"s-sorry!" he gasps, "didn't mean to-"

"i made a mess on your suit," you whine, refusing to pull your face from his chest.

he laughs and pets your hair, "'s okay, just wanna make you feel good..."

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[matenrou-fan]

Hope you're doing well. Can I get petplay NSFW about Dom ichiro, gentaro and ramuda with their fem s/o please

Dom! Ichiro, Gentaro and Ramuda with fem!s/o (+ petplay)

femreader, teasing, humping, humiliation (a little), oral (giving), fingering (receiving), Master/pet relationship;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

-For one moment I thought that due to his pureness and shyness you would probably be the one who offered this idea, yet..

-You know Ichiro and his nerd side.. There's no way he never watched something with catgirls, and not only anime but hentai too.

-So after some time in relationships with you, when you get close enough and sex wouldn't be such an embarrassing topic for your boyfriend, he slowly would bring you to such a thing.

-"Y.. you know, s/o.. you always look so adorable in this headband.." - looking at small cat ears at the top of your head, Ichiro mumbled, trying to find suitable words. - "So.. I thought that maybe we can try something new..?"

-And despite him sounding so shy and soft during talk, there was unexpected boldness in his action when you two actually got into bed.

-..Just when he had time to order you this underwear? Black, with white and pink ruffles, it was kinda familiar as you see such things on some fanarts with these 'catgirls' or something.

-For the first time, Ichiro would be pretty gentle, as he himself is just a newbie in petplay. Also, it doesn't matter what kind of fantasy you decide to play today, he's always soft dom, just can't be too harsh with you.

-"Here.. Ah, you're such an adorable pet.." - his voice was already so hoarse after little foreplay with you between his thighs. Even his dick spasming in your mouth is more ferverously than usual, as his hand pushes a space between cat ears on your head to force his whole length down your throat. - "Like this, I know my good little kitty can take it.."

-Only after a few times, when you both start to get a taste for such a game, maybe a leash with a pretty pink collar will join your outfit. You seem to enjoy this as much as he is, so why not push a line a little bit more and try this too?

-"Is it not too tight? I don't want my precious pet to feel any discomfort.." - he checks everything again with a soft smile, before reassuringly pets your cheek. - "Everything alright? Then.. Try to call me a Master.."

-But it probably never gets further, like with handcuffs or anything. Even as a dom, Ichiro is pretty soft and attentive, and can't fantasize about something more extreme. It's more like usual sex with him but with few interesting details.

-Also.. Maybe next time you also wouldn't mind cosplaying some of his favorite characters..? Your boyfriend already has a pretty big list..

-This man has so many kinks and can be both submissive and dominating in bed, preferring the second way.

-It's always hard to tell if his words are just another lie or tease, or if your boyfriend actually wants to offer you something.. But that's what makes it all even more amusing, at least in his eyes.

-"Hm.. S/o, I can feel it. Tonight, demons of wild nature will hurt people. To prevent their attack, you should act like an animal, and they wouldn't touch you.." - his serious face changes only when you look at him so confused, giving just the right reaction he was waiting for. - "Well, it's all a lie.. But I still wouldn't mind seeing you like a little bunny, you know?"

-Of course he already has all the needed things. Because it's probably neither the first nor the last time you try to spice up the bedroom, and Gentaro knows how to do it very well.

-So when he gives you such a skimpy outfit, you don't get that embarrassed, as this was kinda akin to other shameful things he asks you to try. Yet your heart still skipped a beat when you showed up in front of him in this new image, noticing his devouring eyes.

-"Mh mmm, that's it. Even your frightened gaze is almost like a little bunny." - he chuckled, sitting back on the bed with a beckoning sign, and as soon as you slowly got closer, he pinned you to bed. - "Don't worry, s/o, I'm not biting. At least in the beginning.."

-As a person who's pretty long in this theme, and as a lying writer, Gentaro knows how to use his words, and this teasing is incomparable. Even if you're a bratty one, there's no way you wouldn't submit under such speeches completely.

-Yet he's still your boyfriend, and he can read when you're comfortable or not, as Gentaro doesn't want to ruin everything and scare you away with too much mockery or harsh actions. So.. praising.

-"That's it. Such a good, obedient bunny.." - his praise along with nimble fingers deep inside your pussy melts you even more than any teasing can ever. - "Keep your voice loud like that, I want to know how good it makes my little pet feel.."

-Absolutely love the Master/pet dynamic and would prefer you to call him only like that during tonight's session.

-And the more you allow the more he will try to do, as there are still a bunch of things he wants to try with you, and it's just the tip of the iceberg.

-In the beginning of your relationship, he would only show his bright cheerful side, all cute and playful, but so so soft..!

-Only after some time his teasing turns into taunting, still in a sweet voice but with a more dominating side. Ramuda loves and wants to be in the lead here, so soon he would push you to petplay too.

-"Hehe, you always look so pathetic when you blush like that.. But in a cute way, you know?" - Devilish giggle makes you furrow your brows and look away, and then the same furtive tone finishes you, tickles your ear in a close whisper. - "Ne ne, maybe you would be a cute pet too? Such a role would suit you pretty much, s/o.."

-It's so unexpected to see your small precious boyfriend being so dominating and harsh.. Yet isn't this what makes your game even more interesting?

-Of course, as for a designer, it would be a shame to buy needed things in the store for Ramuda! So he would sew you the prettiest lingerie, only in pink and white colors, with a bunch of bows and ruffles, like for a doll. And of course all accessories also would be hand made by him.

-But despite him preparing everything so well and carefully, Ramuda wouldn't give you that much time to get used to this embarrassing role, titillating your nerves and body with more mockery.

-"Ahh..! I knew it! I knew you would look just adorable..!" - with a ringing chuckle, he looks down at you sitting on your knees in front of him. There's a leash in his hand, yet he still uses his knee to lift your head and meet your gaze. - "Especially when you're crouching so low at my feet.. Like a small adorable puppy, hehe.."

-He's a fan of humiliation, but in some playful way, more like a mockery that makes your thighs squeeze together and heart beating faster. Even if you never thought about trying such a thing before, the way your boyfriend puts his words quickly changes your mind.

-Just how someone with such an angelic face and lithe frame can be so devilish? Yet slowly Ramuda would take more and more liberties in bed.

-"Come on, s/o, bark for me..! You already act just like a puppy in heat, so why not?" - the toe of his shoe pressing your crotch so voluptuous and provocative, you can't help but keep humping his leg, obediently following his teasing order. - "Yes, like this! Dogs can't talk, after all, aren't they?"

-For Ramuda there are no boundaries or lines, and he can experiment as much as he wants. The main question is how far you would be ready to fall in this lewding games? Don't worry, he's always ready not to tease, but also to reward his little puppy for being so submissive..!

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[mera-k1]

Hypnosis Mic - NNN

hypnosis mic leaders x gn!reader

-smut, minors dni

he tries his hardest but Ichiro can't make it the whole month. it's the teasing that makes him lose in the end. he lasts a good two weeks before he does give into your teasing and finally sink into you. he can't even scold you for the unfairness of the challenge because you just feel so good.

Samatoki likes to think that he could go the whole month until he realizes it's actually hard. he doesn't realize how hard it'll be since he'd be under the impression that he's not even allowed to do anything remotely close to sex with you. it's more funny not clarifying it and watching him struggle whenever you tease the shit out of him. He'll last a week, maybe a week and a half if he really tries but he just can't seem to resist you.

Ramuda will do it only if you agree to as well. the whole month is filled with teasing between the two of you to see who will break down and beg to get fucked by the other first. Towards the end of the challenge he gets more whiny and wants you to lose so it could go one of two ways. he either makes it nearly the whole month or breaks down and loses three and a half weeks in.

a man with the most self control you'll ever see, Jakurai can go the whole month with no problems. He didn't get into a relationship with you to fuck you so it wasn't a problem at all. You might think asking him to finger or pleasure you during the month will affect him but he's completely unaffected by it. He'll follow through with the challenge no matter what you may try.

Sasara is busy with comedy work so he thought he'd complete it easily. Wrong. He finds your teasing amusing sometimes until you start getting physical. When your hands start wandering a little too far down and into his pants, he starts wondering if the whole "no nut november" thing is really worth it. In the end, he can only last a little over half of the month.

Kuko can complete the whole month without fail. he is a monk after all and shouldn't have any attachments and patience. he simply does it to prove a point that he doesn't need to fuck you at all to show he loves you. even with your endless teasing throughout the month, he still gets it done and you better believe he'll take you for a wild ride right on the 1st of December.

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[fluffypeachwriting]

hi!! i'm a huge fan of SaP and i'm so stoked to see that you have more writing here! i leave comments on ao3 when i can because i want you to know how much i ADORE your writing! please know that you have an avid fan here who's always ready to support your writing endeavors!! as for a request... can i ask for an ichiro x f!reader scenario where the reader is very fond of ichiro's voice? she'd get very flustered whenever he speaks and ichiro would tease her about it? bonus if it's nsfw aaaa tysm!!

Thank you so much! I read all the comments I get on Ao3 (if I forget to reply to them I’m sorry!) and they never fail to make me happy. I appreciate it so much  ☆ ～('▽^人) They’re so motivating!!! I’m always trying my best to get by and write good content for everyone!  (*≧ω≦*)

I hope you like what I wrote for this request! It was v fun  (☆▽☆)

DNI with this post if you’re under 18!

You had just begun to make breakfast, but hearing the wind rattle everything outside made you want to just leap back into bed and curl up. Snow whipped by the windows, deterring you from wanting anything to do with going outside. It had been a day’s worth of energy to ask Ichiro to only take indoor jobs today. Really, the only thing keeping you up was the fact that Ichiro was in the kitchen with you. And you wanted to find out why he was acting so oddly.

By now he would have made breakfast for you both, and would be excitedly babbling about what he wanted to do that day at the table. Right now he was just… standing around.

“Hey babe, could you do me a favour and take a trip to the store? We need more sugar, for coffee.” Ichiro said, loosely wrapping his arms around you, and resting his head gently on your shoulder. His voice was gravelly with sleep, and you considered not going out just to hear it more.

“Hmm… I dunno… it’s really cold outside. And just for sugar? Pfft, are you kicking me out?” You nudged him off your shoulder and turned around.

“No,” Ichiro rested his forehead on yours, “I was gonna pay the favour back.”

“Okay, you could just say that. Is something up?”

His voice made this mundane conversation pretty exciting. However, it was still way too early in the morning for him to be dancing around what he actually wanted to say. The idea that he was doing it on purpose crossed your mind – but what for? He wasn’t the type to be anything less than honest, even about the simple things.

“Well, y’know, you said you like my voice, ‘specially in the mornings, so yeah.”

You were right – he couldn’t be dishonest for long. Though, it was also cute to see him try.

“Ichi…” you mumbled. In embarrassment, you planted your face (which was getting redder by the second) in his chest.

That voice… it was a miracle, really. Everyone would have heard it at its loudest, its most violent, but the shy tones were ones he saved for you. After months of you two dating, and getting to hear his voice so often, it was getting hard to hold in how much you loved it. You had tried to think of the best way to describe why you did love it so, and the best reason you could tell him was: “It’s so deep and lovely, and your boyish charm adds like, another dimension to it, like you put your full heart into everything you say.”

He didn’t understand your affinity for his voice, however, seeing first-hand how it affected you made him resolve to use this ‘power’ to its full potential. It tickled him to think he could make you weak with his voice without the aid of his mic (and when he giggled about that you swooned so hard he thought you would pass out),

And this wouldn’t be the end – you knew Ichiro well enough to predict that he’d lean down and speak softly in your ear. You silently thanked him for it.

“Okay, okay… I’ll get the sugar later.”

His chest rose and fell as soft as the snow falling outside. Truly, you could have fallen back asleep standing up, as long as you were in his arms. Only when you felt his chest rumble – rather than hear him mumble – you forced yourself awake.

“At least let me do the favour anyway.”

You shook your head a little – he said it as if this was his plan all along. Typical Ichiro, wanting to do something for you.

“What favour?” A touch of the embarrassment from earlier lifted off your mind as things seemed to take a turn for the cute.

You were half expecting him to let you decide, and half expecting it to be something like making breakfast, which he would do anyway. The last thing on your mind was his actual response:

“Hnn… I was thinking of eating you out. That sounds good, yeah?”

Stronger than coffee.

That embarrassment from before came flooding back, and if you were being honest, that wasn’t the only thing getting flooded.

You felt your cheek get even warmer – wait, not yours… It was Ichiro, radiating more warmth than before. Ah, you should have known that it was a little out of character for him to initiate intimacy flawlessly. Even the way he spoke became faintly tense.

“So…? I mean,” Ichiro cleared his throat before whispering in your ear, making sure you could hear him crystal clear, “I can lift you up on the counter, and we can go from there.”

If only you could record everything you heard, then you could listen at any time. Then again, it sounded better in real-time.

“I think my voice sounds better from between your legs. I’m gonna need your opinion though.”

You were more than happy to give your opinion.

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[hhaeho]

if y’all want to check out my first fic w/ smut!!

#hypmic #hypnosis mic samatoki #ichiro yamada #ramuda amemura #slight smut #fluff and angst #alternate universe

[guiraguira]

hello! i saw requests were still open so if it's alright can i request some smut with ichiro where the fem reader is the top and it starts off with her putting on lipstick and leaving kiss marks all over his body?

hope you have a good day! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

A thousand Kisses✨

Hiiii!!!!❤️Ohhhh !!!! I almost thought it was Pegging! Or if it was? (Sorry if I am wrong!😖) Kisses marks for all his body !! Ahhhh ~~ I really would like to do that, he needs many kisses, more than I can write.

warnings: nsfw. fem reader knows how to ride very well. some creampie and oral sex

Ichiro X Fem Reader!

° lying on the back on the bed, cover his eyes with his hands smiling shamefully, while you apply the lipstick "Ahh ~~ I don't know what to do with you ... you drive me crazy". He is still dressed but that is not an impediment.

° With his hands out of the way, you lift his shirt and place a kiss on his abdomen, ticking him. He shakes slightly wanting to get up, discovering his eyes and trying to depart. "Noo ~ did you promise me i could, or do you not want?" Hissing goes back to bed without breaking visual contact "if I want but ..." it is silent and you get on a straddle on it, imprisoning it.

° His blush is starting to be marked, you enjoy seeing it like that. You kiss one of his cheeks and he use his two hands to cover that place, a mocking smile is drawn on your face. You kiss his forearm and biceps, keeping his arm grabbed, slowly separating him from his cheek and stretches him on his head. Meekly , he allows you to manipulate it.

° You kiss his neck, feeling his agitated breathing and pulse. Your lips go through their jaw, leaving a mark there too "curse, you are too nice ..." Reviewing the lipstick, you attack his mouth without mercy leaving very rude red marks, but you are satisfied with the result. Slowly he is letting himself go

° Rolling your hip over his crotch. Going down on him, to playing with the edge of his shirt biting her before putting your head under and kissing her abdomen, climbing to her nipples, which also marks, taking a couple of moans and a laugh. His hand poses on your back, guiding you.

° "Patience" you say by removing his upper garment watching your work, their clavicles were still immaculate so you go to them. "Hey… n-uo-a" touching tentative his pants while you turn it away "I will go slowly, my love" you review your lipstick several times before kissing his low back and remove his remaining garment. You go up, creating a path of kisses by its column, kissing every inch of his back, you linger a long time on his shapely shoulder blades and shoulders, without rushing, you need to make it clear that you adore him. Arriving to its neck, going a little further, you continue to the lobe of his ear kissing and sucking it.

° "s/o! ... that!" He starts but hides his face among the pillows. With your chest pressing your back, you caress your hair with your nose, feeling its smell but that only makes it more nervous shaking slightly. Your hands begin to go down on their sides, reaching their belly once again, threatening to touch his member. The minimum he can do is open his legs more while panting dead shame, it does not try to contain his voice at all.

° Your hands continue to slide, drawing small random circles in their abdomen to stop on their thighs massaging them with love. You bend down to kiss his buttocks, moving his underwear but without undressing it yet, you keep going through his thighs, his most sensitive part.

° You take your time there, to listen to it better. "Honey, are you ok?" Obviously he was not, his body arched when your fingers passed near his member, but you stopped before. "S/or ... can you ... now?" He looks at you over his shoulder reaching your hand, dragging it by his body trying to take it to his cock. "Ahhh ~~" you sigh laughing at a last kiss on the back of his thighs while you turn it again.

° His face totally blushed to his shoulders moves you, his eyes begin to look more bright and you can see that his breathing is heavy. Your attention goes to his crotch, which is visibly erect decorating his underwear with a wet stain, but you still don't touch it there.

° You stretch one of his legs over your shoulder, kissing his knee and where you reach. Observing their reactions, he has his head on the side simply waiting for what you will do but taking advantage of the moment, he stretches out his hands trying to reach your face. Instead of getting closer, you hold his hands and kiss, his palm, back and finger by finger, marking them as well.

° You pass your lips inside their thighs, approaching you slowly, dragging your tongue alternating with kisses, when your head is well positioned between its thighs, facing its bulge, you kiss him just to leave your mark before finally freeing him and stroke it gently.

° His hips are agitated and he tries to sit down, but falls back his back, looking under his hands. You smile at him calmly starting to kiss his glans. Quickly accept your stimulus, panting and turning your hip, without rushing you take its entire length in your mouth, pressing the bottom of your throat, without losing visual contact, to remove it at the same speed. You worship see that moment when his mouth draws a "O" for surprise.

° Continuous until he puts a hand in your head, that is his limit, but you not stop, you laugh with his member in your mouth sending vibrations through from him and you can feel how he responds contracting be forced to endure your teasing. With one hand stroking his testicles, slowly withdrawing his member making suction, licking his head, to end with an obscene noise.

° He complains twisting and groaning, the lipstick marks are barely visible on his face given the dark color that his blush had acquired. While you played with him, you had been preparing to take it and the time had come.

° Drawing you on him to leave him a last kiss on his lips, you position yourself with your entry into his member, your thighs embrace his hip and lean with your hands on his chest, before lowering and introducing it until the handle without prior notice. A deep exhalation leaves him, causing his chest get down to be before climbing again to finish a more acute groan than he would have wanted.

° You are not better either, your walls expanding at once to take it completely, jadeas losing the balance for a second because of the excitement. That feeling gives you a tingling in your clitoris, you throw your head back waiting to recover to start riding. You know for how it responds within you that your whole game has already done a lot.

° Your hips rise difficult, acquiring speed quickly but in a uncontrolled way, your juices better lubricate the area making it slippery, consequently you must better squeeze your thighs around him. Splash noises become higher and higher, imposing yourself over your groans and gasps. Even the creaking of the bed is deafening.

° You are looking for his member to hit your exact point, it is close to it but it does not stimulate it enough. Their hips begin to respond by helping you on your purpose, coupling with difficulty to your frantic rhythm. You accommodate a hand on his cheek, caressing it gently, in contrast to your wild attacks, your thumb passes through your lips dragging part of the remaining lipstick, separating his lips, he allows and introduces it.

° Your head rests on your hand while sucking your thumb, slight tears are formed in their eyes and escape them, look so sweet in this way "Ichiro .. Ichiro you are ... a ... very ... good boy, so tender ..." You accompany your phrase intentionally squeezing your internal walls in his member and your thighs around his body. Your action is such that he clings strongly to your hips to finally touching that point inside, biting your thumb in the process and archaating his back. Seconds later you reach the climax and he accompanies you.

° Compliments cause an effect of ecstasy in him, he loves that you congratulate him, he really is a good boy and he needs to know it. He may be a bit childish in that sense, but you don't mind giving him all the affection he needs.

° "I ... behave well?" Ask even panting and with his member inside you, slightly releasing your hips. In response you kiss your neck, on the brands you had previously left. "You are the best ... my beautiful boy" you caress his hair with both hands and moves looking for your touch, laughing.

° The view was spectacular, with all his body decorated with lipsticks and now his lovely smile exhausted by you, with his eyelashes seductively closed. His hands help you free from his cock that despite everything this semi-erect inside and gives your exhausted hips a breath. Guiding you on him, he locates your breasts at the height of his face panting between them, your hands look at where to grab but he forces you to fall on his face. "Stay like that ... or wasn't I a good boy, mmm?" His hands hold you from behind and burn his deepest face almost drowning there.

° "Ahhh, you are also very capricious" you sigh while laugh, slowly let your weight crush him, he really enjoys these moments after sex, in which after such intimate union they stay worshiping and feeling the body of the other. "I love you, honey," he says in a deep voice, kissing about your heart. "I love you too," you answer by touching their hands and giving you their demands, after all, good guys always have reward.

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