juniper

she’s tall-ish, fit and well built, it only makes sense her cock matches. out of the three she’s not the largest or thickest out of them all, it stands at a resting 5 inches, no more no less. not much of a grower but it’ll get up to a nice 5 n’ a half when she’s turned on. Its real nice and pretty but not too much thickness to it to the point it hurts, stretches juust right.

more so straight than it is curved, not much going on with her. though there’s a barely noticeable downward curve

she’s sensitive! especially when the head of it is being given special attention. suckle and kiss on it you’ll be the love of her life forever.

shes not perfectly clean shaven! fortunately. she in no way lets it creep up her stomach but if you look hard enough at the rim of her lowrise jeans you can see little black hairs poking out. I love kirara bush

generally a very pretty cock. pale, circumcised and shaved. and pierced! a shiny silver prince albert along with a double frenum she’ll let you playfully mess with a bit

she cums in quick spurts that she’ll try to drag out a few extra seconds. thin ropes that she’ll let glaze over your face or tummy while she coos at you. she does this while at the same time trying to get her breathing and trembling under control.

not to mention she’s not quiet at all. she’s whiny beyond belief but you know you make her feel good! win.

ohhh kashimo.. kashimo stands at a firm 5’11. hes very lean and muscular, 400 years of honing your(..?) body really does do wonders for you. manwhore waist and drool worthy arms.

kashimo carries around a resting 5.9 in those big pants of his. when aroused he’ll get up to a real nice 6-6 n’ a half. it very well matches his toned body and stature. he too is a grower.

it stretches you so, so good. stings just enough for you to feel it but it’s almost pleasurable. the perfect mix of length and thickness going on with him, just right like whatever Goldilocks said.

it’s generally pale but becomes a flushed pink/red towards the end. he’s leaky.

he has the perfect broad shoulders for you to claw at or rest your legs on, he loves it infact he’ll throw your legs right over his shoulders when you get to it.

the carpet matches the drapes! a thick and slightly maintained patch of cyan hair that crawls up his tummy and ends just below his belly button, he doesn’t care enough to fully maintain it often, if he really feels like it he’ll shape it up here and there but he does not care enough to go fully bald. only if you REALLY wanted him to he’d try.

he cums quite a lot actually, slower, thick spurts but it lasts a while, it’s almost annoying. he just loves you I guess.

he isn’t exactly the most sensitive, atleast not as much as kirara but extra attention to his tip and underneath his breath hitches and his back arches a little.

ooohh my big boy. hakari is big everywhere to his arms, shoulders, chest, legs.. everywhere really. standing at a large n’ muscular 6’2.

hakari is more of a shower than he is a grower, a chill 6.10, so basically 7 inches. dangles between his legs like absolutely no one’s business, don’t let this guy freeball. he’s thick, annoyingly so.

the kind of thick that stretches and stings. but he is oh so kind and patient with you he’ll ease you into it as slow as you want despite how much he wants that cooch.

he leans toward the left more than he is straight, hits the good spots real easy.

in terms of shaving I’d say he’s a lot like kashimo but more taken care of, he’ll shape up every week but he’d never really go bald. it crawls up to just slightly above his belly button and he’ll shave it down to below it. thick and blonde but well maintained so you shouldn’t have too much worry on getting a hair in your mouth if you’re deepthroating.

he cums a lot but in faster spurts that he drags out as long as he can because why wouldn’t he? feels heavenly. he hardly deals with overstimulation he takes that like a champ.

the least sensitive out of them all. he’s kind of trained himself to last much longer with his partners so he runs for a good while and can get the most out of it, lots of stamina. he’s the goat.

But the thing with Kirara was that... she was different. In every meaning of this word. She appeared everywhere – the cafeteria, your classes, dorms, even this one spot on the campus's lawn that seemed to always be ooggling by her spying eyes. The gifts she left in your bag were quite thoughtful and ever on point, with a coupon to your regular manicurist, a box of your favourite chocolates, and even movie tickets you mentioned to your friends once. Not her.

She was always ready to pick up your pencil when it rolled on the ground and offer a spare hair tie when you forgot yours. Mind you, she wasn't even in your group, as none of your friends really favoured her.

"There's something weird about her, no?" Shoko grunted once while you sat in a cafeteria.

"A freak," Utahime chipped in.

"You've got yourself a campus stalker!" Yuki scoffed.

She joked, but the truth was that – yeah. She indeed acted like a stalker.

A clacking of her bracelets seemed to always linger somewhere around, with those big lavender eyes and pouted lips following your figure. She usually spent time with a small group of her goth friends, one more pierced than the other, and this one weird, big guy you thought might be her boyfriend.

But no, Hakari was the only person who tried to put into that cute little head of hers that she was being real, fucking, weird. The looks, the gifts, the obsessive talks of you. Secret photos she took of you, cut out in heart shape form and glued to the walls of her dorm – you must stop it, he stated.

Though she just couldn't. Not when you've finally noticed her, with eyes somehow always finding her hidden figure looming behind the corners.

At the beginning, you didn't mind. She was cute and rather intriguing, with multiple piercings in her lower lip and this weird haircut you've got quite fond of. She was rather tall for a woman, but not taller than you, and always kept her lean belly open, with short tops hanging loosely over her plump breasts. Sweetness always followed her sneaking figure, and when you once complimented her perfume, a sudden blush washed over her cheeks. And well, she may or may not have thrown away all the other fragrances she had.

She was always bold, but never with you. Her sweet laughter slashed through the campus, cherry lips wrapped around the lollipop, while she sat together with her buddies. Flirt and a doll, with a black choker around her creamy neck and long fingers grasping a Hakari's bicep.

But the moment she saw that you were glancing at her – oh god. Her heart would stop in its tracks, breath hitch, with a shiny droplet of sweat bubbling around the temple.

One time, you thanked her for the bouquet of your favourite flowers – when her presents were still quite innocent – with this gentle smirk curving your lips and a soft flutter of your lashes. The trail of blood that gushed from her nose was too sudden, and she put the strawberry-scented tissue you handed her in the collection of other things you've touched. The sweaty towel from the university's gym, a pen you've once lost, a hair tie, your... gym shorts?

And while her endeavours were rather adorable, with each passing week, everything turned for the worse.

The thoughtful presents soon shifted into lace lingerie with little notes of baby, your tits would look real hot in it, xo. Her shy footsteps tracked you all the way to the bathroom, assuming you didn't hear her closing herself in the stall next to yours. If you had forgotten lunch money, a few thousand yen would suddenly appear in your bag, with a neat letter to buy yourself something delicious.

She would hang around you even more often — waiting, watching, expecting your attention, a flutter of your lashes or a few innocent comments of how good her hair looked today and how much you loved the smell of her perfume. The anticipation was agonising, maddening, as she started to crawl over her dorm walls in a wait for any message of yours that would allow her to think her feelings might’ve been reciprocated.

Because, since that faithful, bloody day, Kirara thought that you were quite fond of her.

You weren’t giving tissues to anyone, right? Your compliments were always carefully crafted and not meant for just any bystander, yeah? Moreover, you started to look her way more often, with furrowed brows and grimaced lips, but wasn’t it only because you didn’t know how to properly approach her? Because you also, truly, really, started to like her?

No.

One day, after trying to avoid this menace of a woman through the first half of the morning courses, you’ve finally plumped down in a cafeteria seat. Yuki was with you, babbling under her nose and digging into the mashed potatoes served that day. You were tired and wary, with eyes unconsciously looking out for those cursed lavender stares and neatly painted fingers that would appear around without announcement. Getting rid of her was harder than it seemed, and even your coldness, together with furious stares, didn't seem to cool her sweat.

And when your hand reached inside the bag to take a lunch you'd crafted the night before, something sharp nuzzled against your fingers. A letter, another one today, sat quietly inside its pocket. You took it with a sigh and furrowed, when a little picture dropped from it on the table.

"What is it?" Yuki asked, taking it to look closer.

But when her eyes suddenly bulged, and lips fell open – you knew. Oh, you fucking knew it was something that would make your blood boil. You took it back from her frozen fingers and eyes glancing your way with you don't want to see it look, before turning the candid photo your way.

And there you were – sprawled on your bed in your dorm, sleeping in your skimpy pyjama and tiny shorts, hugging your hips. A single strand of her black hair was hanging loosely in the corner of the photo, and when you turned it back, a cherry kiss with a baby, you're so beautiful when you sleep, was neatly scrambled in its corner.

"Oh god, did she sneak into–"

But Yuki didn't finish, as your chair pulled away with a squeak, and you stormed from the cafeteria. For one time when you actually wanted to find her, there was, of course, no sign of that black hair with a single green part that always stayed hidden behind the corners. So you went directly to the yard in front of the university's building, where she usually hung out with other weirdoes.

Her coy laughter and gentle voice cut through the campus the moment you stepped outside. She was there, with Hakari and a few other people, sitting on the wooden picnic table, with lips twisted in a smile and silver piercings reflecting the harsh rays of the sun.

Your head was buzzing, filled with rage and madness, as your pace quickened and fingers gripped the photo.

Hakari was the first one to see you, and she followed him right away, with a smile suddenly flattening and eyes filling with panic. Her lean body stood up, eyes trying to look anywhere but you, legs as if made of wool, when she took the first steps your way.

"H-Hi, um, what are you–"

But before she could finish and finally, finally, have a proper conversation brought by no one but you first, your sizzling palm met with her cheek.

For the first time, the second one, and the third, till Hakarai needed to grab your wrist, and Kirara fell on the grass with the metallic sweetness filling her mouth.

"You fucking psycho!"

Your words pierced her heart. Hands gripped the soft grass between her fingers, and gaze suddenly became a bit cloudy. She couldn't look at you nor breathe, with a crimson trail running down from cut lips.

"Look at me! Don't act innocent, you bitch!" You were absolutely furious, gathering the attention of all the other students strolling on the campus.

"Calm down, what's going on?" Hakari tried to chip in, standing between you and Kirara.

But you ignored him, eyes glued to the girl whose body started to tremble. "Great, now you're crying. Don't play a victim, you fucking stalker."

Hakari sighed, glancing back at his friend, sitting helplessly on muddy grass. "Kirara..."

"I j-just thought that–" She started with a sweet, muted voice, before her glassy eyes looked your way.

"You thought what exactly? That you can just sneak into my apartment while I'm sleeping?" A crumpled photo flew her way, landing right next to her hands.

"I thought we were s-something. That you l-like m–"

Oh, she must've been fucking joking.

"What are you talking about? I've never given you any reason to think that I can even tolerate you!"

Now you were being a real bitch, fully aware of how much your words must've harmed her. She looked hurt, with wobbly lips and blood smeared on a creamy chin. Eyes glassy with first tears already bubbling in their corners. She seemed utterly, absolutely helpless and scared, as if truly believing that her actions would not bring any consequences. At least not such as this one.

"I'm sorry, baby, I–I love y-you and thought–"

"Don't fucking talk to me. Don't look at me, don't even breathe the same air as me. I don't want to see you anywhere within a hundred-meter radius, or I will make you regret it."

You didn't wait for her answer before turning on a hill and going back to the classes.

And the days went by, with the lavender eyes you've used to see every few minutes, suddenly disappearing. Completely. As if Earth itself swallowed Kirara in. You didn't see her anywhere near her group, not even with Hakari, who started to look your way with an almost pleading grimace. Something between hatred and foolish attempts to justify her sins.

You didn't find any gifts in your bag anymore, and her soft footsteps stopped following you around the campus. No one was picking up your dropped pencils, and your usual desk during morning classes wasn't decorated with a fresh cup of coffee anymore. In a summary – she really decided to drop you.

Exactly as you asked her to.

So why, still, somehow, did this weird feeling start to coil in your chest? You didn't do anything wrong, but everytime a memory of her teary eyes and wobbly lips streamed through your mind, you couldn't help but feel guilty.

Maybe you overreacted. Maybe violence wasn't the correct way to solve it.

But the reconciling with her just wasn't an option, so when three weeks passed, you decided to suppress your emotions and kept them tightly hidden, within the depths of your conscience.

Your anger simmered down, and madness finally turned into monk's worth of calmness.

And then you saw her again.

In the dorm, sitting hunched up under your doors.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Her head sprang up, lavender eyes, you haven't seen for so long, still lingering with a hint of shyness. You noticed a red, puffy ring around its edges, and the wound on her lips slowly closing up. Although pale cheek still traced the flush rendered by your slap.

She quickly stood up, playing with her fingers. "I wanted to apologise."

You sighed, calm like a monk, calm like a monk, and passed her by. Your fingers tapped the small buttons of the code bar before the doors opened with a quiet click.

"Wait, can we please–"

"Just come in," you kept the doors open for her. "I'm surprised you just didn't do it. It's not like you don't know the code."

She blushed faintly, hunching under your gaze. "I didn't want you to think I'm a psycho."

You scoffed, closing the door behind. "But you are. A fucking stalker and a psycho."

It was just the two of you, closed in the small warmth of your room, with Kirara sitting politely on the floor next to your bed, as if awaiting her sentence.

You started to undress, taking off the shoes and a light jacket, seeing how the girl was wriggling in her place and thinking of any explanation that wouldn't sound like she was truly nothing but an obsessed stalker. Three silver balls glistened under her lower lip, a short wolfcut swooshing every time she looked up your way.

To the smoothness of your skin and hair curling softly around your cheeks. The way those jeans gripped your ass and breast almost spilt from the short top, when you bent over, smoothly slipping down the trousers from your– wait a second.

"W-What are you doing?"

With lips curved in a sly smile, you giggled almost mischievously. "You wanted to apologise, didn't you?"

Red lace curled around your hips when you slowly moved her way. The top joined your jeans on the wooden floor soon after, and only then did Kirara notice that you weren't wearing a bra. Her fingers suddenly clenched on her thighs, heart fastened as she followed your divine body, carved as by the gods themselves. Warm, lavender gaze traced the curve of your breasts and the rocking waves of your hips. Velvety skin hugged by sweet perfumes and hard nipples, looking almost too delicious not to–

Your hand stopped hers, with fingers a mere millimetre from your breasts.

"If you want to apologise, now's your chance."

Her gaze moved up, meeting your cheeky eyes. "My chance?"

"Mhm," you nodded, sitting down at the edge of the bed. She kneeled right in front of you, sitting impatiently between your parted legs, eyes still glued to yours. "You love me, right?"

"I-I do, so so so much, baby, I-I love you so much."

Giggle bubbled in your throat, seeing her in such a miserable and pleading state. With a trace of madness once again awakening in her gaze, reminding you that, after all, she was still just a psycho.

"Prove it then," you grabbed her face, squeezing plump cheeks till a faint hiss spilt through her lips. "Make me cum, and I'll consider your apology."

"B-But I've n-never–"

"So get out."

You stood up, and a sudden panic washed over her face. Hands gripped your thighs, cheeks snuzzling against your plump skin as she tried to keep you in place. "N-No wait. I will, please, I will, I want to! J-Just give me a chance, please!"

Soft scoff escaped your throat as you plumped back down.

"I want you to feel good, but I've never–" she wriggled, fingers hooking over your lace panties, already drenched under your puffy folds, as she quickly slid them down. "Oh god."

She always thought of you as mesmerising, absolutely stunning. Her lovely, beautiful girl. And she may or may not have dreamed about fucking you and getting herself lost in your sweetness, but seeing your glistening cunt mere millimetres from her face truly felt unbelievable.

She slowly parted your thighs, lips tracing the gentle kisses down your skin, leaving long, wet traces, till they finally wrapped around your clit.

"Mhm, fuck," you sighed, feeling her tongue curling around your hole.

You tasted like a honeyed nectar, with sticky cum spilling over her tongue and ravaging the taste buds, as she furrowed her brows and moaned against your cunt.

She was sucking and lapping and crying, your body trembling under her manicured fingers and your hand moving to the back of her head. Her eyes followed up, taking in your flushed cheeks and loose lips. Breast rising heavily, with a little cry escaping your throat every time she sucked on your clit.

"Is it good? Do you feel good, baby?" she asked, slowly pushing one finger in.

"Mhm, so good, so fucking good, don't stop," you rolled your hips against her plastered tongue, gripping a handful of black hair.

She didn't cry, didn't even hiss, following you obediently like a puppy, swallowing all your soft moans spilling from between wet lips. Gladly instructed by your hand that pressed her lips against your folds, nose brushing your clit, as she slurped on your drenched cunt. Fucking hell, you tasted so heavenly, making her eyes cross, and toes curl in pleasure, every time your thighs trembled under her palms.

Long finger was soon joined by the second one, pushing through your tensing walls, frantically looking for this sweet spot that would make your toes curl.

And when your back arched, followed by a delicious moan, she grinned.

There it was.

"Baby, you look so beautiful, so so beautiful, and taste so sweet," she cried, slurping on another gush of your creaminess. "Am I d-doing well? Please, please, please tell me, is it good?"

Flimsy panties stuck to her drenched folds, hips wriggling on the floor as she unbuttoned shorts with one hand. Slim finger started figgling with her clit, pinching and circling the plump button, while she feasted on your honeyed cum.

"Fuck, Kirara–mhmmm–you're doing great, so fucking–ngh–feels so good."

You were close, so close, with ragged breath and hips rolling frantically on her tongue. Those lavender eyes made your head spin, filled with adoration and tenderness. Madness that made your toes curl and moan even louder, as she sucked on your clit and thrusted her slim fingers against your sweet spot.

Maybe you didn't hate her.

Maybe you even quite liked her – this weirdness and obedience. Gentle eyes and a dolly face, always looking at you and waiting for any reaction that she could obsess over for the next week. Maybe you could train her like a dog and use this obsession for your own benefit.

Like her eating you out like a starved woman, feasting on your moans when you finally gushed around her fingers. You cummed messily and loudly, squirting all over her face, hands, breasts, and clenching on slim fingers as she continued to abuse your spot.

And you noticed that she started to tremble, letting faint moans flee her plump lips, with eyes fixated on your fluttering hole. "F-fuck–mhm–b-baby, I l-love you so much, so–"

Pleasure washed over as she choked, lips still glued to your creamy pussy as if leaving her alone would make Kirara lose her mind. Although the truth was that – she already lost it.

Utterly, maddily, completly, with doe eyes glancing up at your sweaty body and lips pushing out ragged breath. Oh, you looked so utterly beautiful, and she couldn't stop herself from nuzzling against your soft belly, leaving wet kisses under the curve of your breasts.

"Please forgive me," she mumbled, finger tracing your skin from the collarbones, through the throat, up to the chin, smearing your cum all over your lower lip. She placed a gentle kiss on your neck, hips already grinding against your thigh. "Please forgive me, I'll make you feel so good. So fucking good baby, just let me love you."

Maybe you would regret it, maybe not, but the idea of being loved by Kirara truly wasn't didn't sound that bad.

A quick wlw, because I haven't written it for soo looong <3 also I love Kirara, ugh she's so yandere coded

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So here you are, pinned between Hakari’s knees, manicured nails digging crescent shapes into his thighs as you cough, desperate for a lungful of air. “I can’t do it,” you gasp out, your voice trembling and thick with spit. You pull away, looking entirely uncoordinated as you try to catch your breath. “Too much…my jaw s’lockin’ up, I can't—” You trail off and stare down at the rug, shoulders slumping in defeat. You’re completely overwhelmed, whether by the sheer, imposing size of him or the simple fact that you haven’t caught a decent breath in minutes.

Hakari doesn’t bother with a dramatic display. Instead, he goes still, a heavy silence settling over him that’s way more intimidating than a shout. He looks down at you, eyes half-lidded with a look of bored discontent that cuts deeper than any insult. "Man, you’re really killin' it doll.” Hakari says gruffly, "And not in the good way. If you’re gonna fold every time things get a little tight, why are you even on the floor?"

It’s obvious he’s losing his edge. He’s rock hard, cock hot ‘n throbbing, begging for a release that you’ve only met with tears, gags, and a whole lot of complaining. You know patience has never been one of his virtues, but the complete lack of concern is frankly jarring. Your spit-covered lip juts out in a tiny, offended pout, prompting Kirara to lean over from the couch and dig a sharp nudge right into his ribs.

“Knock it off, Kin. You’re not helping,” Kirara scolds and slides off the cushions to join you on the floor. Her warmth settles against your side as she rubs comforting circles into your back, feline-like eyes narrowing at the man above. “Let her take her time.”

Hakari huffs, a sharp puff of air through his nose, and leans forward to catch your jaw in a firm grip. His thumb tilts your face up, tracking the mess of tears and black mascara streaming down the plump curve of your cheek. “Look at her, babe.” He turns your head toward Kirara, forcing eye contact to prove his point. If he wasn’t so fucking built, and if you weren’t currently shaking like a leaf under his weight, you might have actually swung on him for the disrespect. But you’re stuck, pinned by his strength. “Fifteen minutes ‘n she’s still crying like I'm shoving a blade down her throat.”

The comment only irritates you further, but you bite your tongue and swat his hand away. You turn your attention back to Kirara, a look of pity etched onto her cutely rounded face. She taps a black nail against her pierced chin, looking deep in thought—likely trying to find a way to teach you that doesn't involve you choking. You admire her determination, silently wishing the other person in the room would follow her example instead of acting like an agitated brute.

Kirara stops and lets her hand drop to your shoulder, squeezing it once to ground you. “Alright,” she finally says, amethyst eyes boring into yours with an intensity that makes your mouth go dry. “Watch what I do, ‘kay? Seein’ it might make it easier.”

You aren’t entirely sure what she means, but you nod anyway. Without wasting any time, Kirara moves forward, lacking any of the clumsy hesitation that has been tripping you up. She settles her hands high on Hakari’s muscular thighs, right over the red marks that are already beginning to fade. He doesn’t say a word, but the change in his energy is instant; the bored expression vanishes, replaced by a lazy, knowing smirk as he watches her.

Now, you’re no expert, but you can tell Hakari is built like a prize. He’s thick ‘n long, a bronzed shaft topped with a tan head and anchored by heavy balls. A trail of dark, curly hair starts at his navel and snakes down, disappearing into skin steeped in honeyed light.

Kirara leans forward and rubs her cheek against his cock, an intimacy that makes watching feel like an intrusion, invitation or not. She drags her tongue up, tracing every prominent vein and gathering the beads of moisture you left behind. Then, she opens wide and sinks her mouth over the head. In the sudden quiet of the room, the wet, sliding sound of her throat working is the only thing you can hear.

You watch, lightheaded and with a knot of spit hardening in your own throat. You can't even swallow it down as you watch her take him deep, her nose pressing right into his curls. One of Hakari’s large hands reaches down, fingers tangling deep into Kirara’s black hair to guide her. His grip is firm as he dictates the pace, leaving her no choice but to take every last inch of him until the imprint of his cock is visible against the skin of her throat.

Hakari’s taking up the whole couch with a careless manspread. He’s slouched, hand still tangled deep into Kirara’s hair as she bobs her head on him. His hooded eyes sharp as they flicker over to you.

You’re sitting there with your hands folded neatly in your lap, looking shy ‘n mesmerized. The second you work up the nerve to look up, his gaze hits you like a physical weight, making your thighs clamp shut to try ‘n smother the heat pooling between them. It’s an adorable look on you, and Hakari actually feels a flicker of guilt for being such a dick earlier—putting you on the sidelines with his complaints.

“You gonna sit there lookin’ all dizzy, sweetheart, or you ready for another taste?” His voice is a strained, raspy scrape, dropping an octave just as Kirara swivels her head to keep her rhythm steady.

You do wish he’d found a less abrasive way to ask, but the sting of being left out is starting to set in—and technically, you do need the practice. So, you finally crawl into the cramped, narrow space between them. The move earns a muffled hum of approval from Kirara and a grin from Hakari. The atmosphere between the three of you is thick ‘n suffocating, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and faint white musk. You’re close enough now to see the feverish flush on Kirara’s cheeks and the way her throat jumps with every desperate, rhythmic buck of Hakari’s hips.

Unsure of what else to do since Kirara has his entire length occupied, you focus on the only part left unoccupied. You lean in and begin to suckle on his heavy balls, fingers acting nimble and quick as you fondle the one your mouth can't reach. The contact earns a noise from Hakari, his hand coming down to cup your cheek with surprising tenderness. "Motivated now, aren’t you?" he drawls, soft at the edges. You know it’s a jab at your earlier hesitation, but the way his voice softens makes it feel almost affectionate.

He turns his attention back to Kirara—a sight for sore eyes, looking up at him with a dazed expression. Her long lashes batting up at him, with every blink.

Then, sensing your eagerness to prove yourself, she decides it's time to swap. She pulls away with a soft gasp and a wet, echoing pop, smacking her shiny lips as she nudges you forward until you’re face-to-face with him once more.

You open as wide as your tiny mouth can manage, taking the full, heavy weight of him and hollowing your cheeks just like she demonstrated. The sheer size of him stretching your throat is a stinging ache, but the discomfort vanishes the moment a low, guttural vibration ripples through his frame. Hakari slumps his head back against the couch, letting out a ragged, broken sound of approval—a raw noise that hits your tongue so perfectly it sends a fresh wave of heat straight to your needy cunt, making you ache.

“Fuck, look at that,” he rasps, his hips giving a small, involuntary twitch against your tongue. “Knew you had it in you. Just had to stop overthinking ‘n start takin’ it.”

Kirara watches, genuinely impressed as you take shallow breaths through your nose and bob your head, lasting much longer than your first attempt.

Unfortunately, luck is a fickle thing, and your lungs eventually scream for air. You pull back with a wet, desperate gasp, but the momentum doesn't stop ‘cuz Kirara is already diving back in, her tongue lapping hungrily at the beads of pre oozing from his tip to keep him teetering on the edge and because you pulled off at the exact moment of no return.

One final, devastating lick from Kirara, has a thick, hot mess spluttering out, landing heavy ‘n stringy across Kirara’s pink, waiting tongue. She doesn’t even blink, Instead, she turns to you with a mischievous glint in her eyes and captures your lips in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. Your eyes go wide as you feel the gooey, salty warmth of his release invading your mouth.

You bolt upright with a petty thought: if you have to taste it, so does he. You lean forward ‘n smear his own release right back into his mouth with a messy kiss. You’re expecting him to recoil or get agitated, but when you pull back, he wipes a stray streak from his lip with the back of his hand, “Playin’ dirty, yeah?”

He doesn't wait for an answer, hands lunging out to grab your waist and haul you onto his lap. You feel tiny and pathetic against his frame, your puffy cunt pressing right against his thighs. He leans in ‘n gives it right back, forcing another wet, nasty kiss down your throat that tastes like him and Kirara. Kirara smiles, looking proud of how well you two are getting along, and even prouder that your throat has learned a few new tricks.

Yuta presses his hand to your cheek, before moving it to your forehead. You're burning up for sure, and it's making his heart squeeze on his chest. You finally open your eyes, noting the sadness in his. But before you can reassure him, he's already on the move. "Wait for me, I'll be right back."

You accidentally fall asleep while he's gone, waking up at the feeling of a washcloth being gently pressed against your forehead. You open your eyes blearily, a soft smile gracing your boyfriend's features.

"You're awake. I made you some soup, I know you probably haven't eaten." ...he hit the nail in the head. "It's all natural, 'kay? No cup noodles for my darling. You should have it now before it gets cold."

How he got soup done so fast by himself you don't know, you probably fell asleep for longer than you thought. Still, you humor him, slowly getting up, not without being immediately assisted by him.

After successfully sitting up with your back against the headboard, Yuta holds the bowl and tries feed you. You huff, you're not that tired to be unable to feed yourself, but the gentle nudge of the spoon against your lips makes you cave. You instantly hum in delight, genuinely how he made something this good with your practically empty fridge is beyond you. Makes you realize he probably bought everything himself in the way. Oh, Yuta. Your dangerously considerate boyfriend.

"Is it good?" He asks as he feeds you, and you nod in response. He visibly softens, continuing to feed you until you can't eat anymore.

Yuta sets the bowl aside, patting your head and telling you that you did a good job by eating almost all of it. As if you were a little kid. You kinda wanna flip him off, but god do those headpats feel nice.

Gently easing you back in the covers, Yuta rubs your cheek with his thumb. "I'll stay with you all day," He announces, and you can tell he meant to from the start.

Yuta's doting on you like he's got nowhere else he'd rather be, but you know there are other places where he should be right now. What if a powerful curse is spotted and they need his help? You'll feel a bit bad if you hoard his attention the whole day. And though it's pointless to try, and how stubborn you know him to be when it comes to you, you still have the gall to attempt it.

"Yuta...?" You mumble, your voice groggy and quiet from not having spoken all day. His eyes immediately fix on your face, something about your unusually soft tone doing a number on his heart. "Yes, angel?"

"You don't have to stay the whole day, I feel better now."

You push through the ache in your throat to speak, and oh, he notices. Wetting the rag from earlier again, he smiles ever so softly, before giving you the most deadpan "no ♥" he can muster.

You blink, sighing. "I mean it-" but he's already pressing a finger to your lips.

"Don't strain yourself, love, I bet it's difficult for you to talk right now." He pauses. "Wait, does your throat hurt much? I can ask Toge for the medicine he uses. Actually, how do you feel about sign language for the time being? You won't have to speak and it's pretty-"

"Yu. I'm serious." You interrupt him, cringing at how your own now wobbly voice reminds you of Rika's for a second. Yuta wrings out the cloth and places it on your forehead, before caressing your face again.

"Oh, my angel, always thinking of others before yourself. I want to stay and make sure you're well fed and hydrated, it doesn't bother me in the slightest. The rest of the world can be taken care of by someone else, but I'm the one to take care of you."

You grumble pityfully at his expected refusal, the sound more a whine than anything. Yuta exhales a soft laugh, fingers tapping your cheeks. "You look so cute like this, with your face all puffed up. Like a little squirrel."

You're certain your reddened eyes and swollen face look everything but nice right now, but fighting Yuta on that would be like arguing with a wall. You tire of his poking with time, moving your head to try and bite his finger. He flinches at first, successfully avoiding it, before smiling and poking you again. Literally letting you bite him again if you want to.

"So aggresive, darling." So lovesick, Yuta.

"You're being annoying." You croak, and his face softens further at your voice, if possible.

"Sorry, I can't hear you over your squeaking. You sound like a little mouse, you know? It's adorable." You bite him for real this time, but his smile only widens, finding your attempt at aggression lovable. It seems to be all it takes for the affection in his chest to burst, because in a second, he drops everything and embraces you, attached to your body like a leech.

Oh, this is bad. You've somehow triggered Yuta's clinginess, and you know it's difficult to escape from it. He just doesn't attend to reason in this state, even though he could literally get sick from being close to you. You try to push him away, but he only nuzzles closer.

"Get off... you'll get sick." You complain half-heartedly, but he only squeezes you further.

"I'm just sharing my body heat with you."

"That's not how it works."

"It is, trust me."

Okay, he's definitely bullshitting now. Purring like a contented cat, Yuta has his nose buried against your neck and his arms held tightly around you. He keeps going off on how much he loves you and how adorable you are, pinching your cheek. He remains gentle, though, always careful not to hurt you, specially knowing you're unwell.

Long story short, you are not able to get Yuta to stay away from you. The warmth of his arms makes you sleepy again, and you end up falling asleep while cradled against his chest. Two days later, you already feel better, but find that Yuta has gotten sick instead.

With a sigh, you tuck him in bed and scold him, telling him how this could have been avoided had he listened to you.

Yuta apologizes meekly while leaning into your touch, only half-listening.

That's how you know he doesn't regret a single thing.

❀ Nanami Kento

It's too early for you to be up.

You know it, your drooping eyes are telling you so, and you sure know your dear husband would point out the same thing. He won't be able to do so until he wakes, though, so you're trying to make most of the time you have until then.

You have a valid excuse to be doing this, anyway. After eyeing a beautiful new bakery that's right on Nanami's way to work, you shared your discovery with him immediately. You thought he'd like to get some baked goods to bring to work, something to keep him in a good mood. You couldn't make him food that required to stay fresh the night before after all, and he was firm on not letting you get up so early just to make him breakfast.

But how could you not after he told you he had to go in earlier today, and that he wouldn't have time to go by?

Specially, after watching the slight dissapointment in his face be masked so he wouldn't worry you?

Maybe to him it was a small thing, but you could barely sleep after that. So for your husband that's always looking for little things to make you happy and accomodate your life, you got up early for bed and began baking.

You went for blueberry bread. you had frozen blueberries you had bought to make some smoothies, so it was a good pick (you could always buy more later, anyway). Following a recipe you found in the internet, you're now putting your creation in the oven, a proud smile in your face at the progress you've made.

The only problem is that you now have to wait. Like, an hour or so. You don't know if you'll have enough time to finish it before your husband wakes up, and it's making you pretty nervous.

To occupy your mind, you use the rest of the of the ingredients to make blueberry muffins. After some time, you're also done with their preparation, the muffin tin sitting in the counter and waiting for it's turn to be baked—the reminder that Nanami's alarm will probably go off soon making your anxiety spike up.

You scroll in you phone, scoop the remaining batter with your finger and eat it, and literally do anything to distract yourself. When it's close to the finish time estimate, you look into the oven, following the toothpick trick to check if your blueberry bread is miraculously finished ahead of time. It is not. With a groan, you let it continue.

When it's been exactly an hour, you try again, your toothpick still not coming out clean. You're getting stressed, you really wanted to surprise him. It's not a surprise if he catches you in the act. So in your distress, you bump the temperature up slightly, hoping it somehow helps.

Rookie mistake. The classic 'if the heat's high it'll cook faster' mentality. At your age it should be obvious that it doesn't work like that... but you're also kinda desperate and not in your right mind.

You let your poor oven work again, pacing in the kitchen. You genuinely hope your muffins are still in good shape. Actually, should you put them in the fridge for the time being? No, your bread will be ready to come out any second now. You'll just give it a minute, and it'll be fine. What if, in the meantime, you just keep scooping the batter from the bowl until it's entirely clean? It's tasty, distracting, and you're pretty sure you left something in there. You're sure that when you're done with it, the bread will be in perfect shape.

Too lost in your thoughts, you don't even look where you're walking, suddenly bumping into something solid. Your tired brain thinks it may be the fridge for a second, but this is softer, and warmer. Looking up, your eyes widen, right in time for a familiar voice to reach your ears.

"Dear? Why are you awake at this time?" You freeze entirely, caught red-handed. Nanami's standing in front of you, weary eyes fixed on your frame. His hair's tousled, and he's still wearing his pajamas, clearly not having begun to prepare for work yet.

Wait... isn't it a bit early? You're pretty sure his alarm would go off a bit later than now. You checked it on his phone. He probably realized you weren't in bed anymore, and went looking for you... Now that you think of it, you were lucky he didn't wake due to our absence sooner.

"Ken!" You jolt, giving him a sheepish smile. "I could't sleep well, woke up a bit early. I wanted to make some tea. Why don't you go back to bed? You said you'd set your alarm for like... 10 minutes from now, no? You should enjoy those while you still can. I'll prepare a cup for you too!"

Your rambling does little to appease him, judging by the way he's barely budging as you push him out of the kitchen. Placing his hands on your arms, he makes you halt, eyes locking into yours. "Are you sure you just wanted to make some tea?"

You're practically sweating. "Yes...?"

"Oh, really? Because I can smell something else in the air, and it's something closer to dough and flour than the teabags you tend to buy."

You exhale heavily, giving up. A not so discreet glance towards the oven and the cupcake tin still in the counter lets you know that pretending is useless, you're busted.

Mind telling what you were actually up to, sweetheart?" Nanami prods in that low, rough from sleep voice, nudging your chin so you'd look at him, and you relent.

"I just wanted to bake something for you, Ken," you admit in a small voice, "since you weren't going to be able to stop and get something after all. I noticed you looked like you wanted to try that bakery for a second, before realizing it wouldn't be possible... I wanted to satisfy that craving in a way."

Nanami's brows rise slightly, all the drowsiness leaving his body for a second. It didn't take a genius to realize you were baking, it was obvious the moment he got a whiff of the scent in the air. Still, knowing you, this could've been something you randomly decided to get up to— you give him enough gray hairs with your shenanigans in the daily. So to make the correlation and realize you were doing this for him does something devastating to his heart.

"Oh, darling... you didn't have to." Nanami murmurs, voice still groggy from sleep. "I wasn't going to be bothered by it. We could've gone to that place together some other day. There was no need for you to sacrifice your sleep for me."

"I know, but I wanted to." You insist. "That's what you'd do for me, anyway. I wanted to take the opportunity to do something nice for you too, regardless of how convenient it'd be."

Oh, of course you wanted to. He knew you'd say that. His heart squeezes in his chest, his thumb now brushing your jaw. "Well, isn't my dear spouse so thoughtful. There's no stopping you at this point, so I'll just say I'm glad you thought of me."

"i always think of you, Ken," You whisper, before looking away, "I just wished I had finished before you came. I wanted to surprise you."

Again, of course you'd feel bad about that. With a sigh, he presses a kiss to your forehead, fighting the inmense affection he feels for you at this moment.

"There's no need for surprises, sweetheart. You've already made me happy with the sole intention."

Your eyes soften at his words, a faint smile gracing your lips. He wipes away a smudge of batter left in your cheek, his touch gentle as always. You giggle softly at the contact, some of the sadness from feeling unsuccessful lifting. His heart lurches violently in his chest, making him lean in and rest his head on your shoulder.

"You're something else, seriously. Reducing a working man to nothing with sweet gestures hours before his shift. I don't know how you expect me to survive." He mumbles against your shoulder, voice slightly muffled.

"You're exaggerating, love," You reply, now smiling widely.

"Not when you look at me like that, I differ," He says after he meets your gaze, looking completely smitten.

Your hand slides to the back of his neck, his forehead resting against yours. Nanami leans down just enough to press a kiss against the corner of your mouth, almost spell bound.

In a shaky breath, Nanami mutters, "I don't doubt your skills, but I don't think what you're making can surpass the sweetness of your kisses."

With a smile, you tilt your head, "Why don't you get a taste before checking?"

Nanami exhales softly, trying to rein in his emotions. His eyes are fixed on yours, closing the distance painstakingly slow,

...until a thought makes you pull back.

Nanami barely processes it, concern in confusion reflected in his face. "What's wrong, darling?"

But the horror in your face is unshakeable.

"The bread!"

You only notice the smell of smoke in this moment, coughing when you open the oven. You weren't supposed to leave it at such a high temperature for long! Damn it, you weren't supposed to bump the heat up in the first place!

Almost burning yourself by touching the loaf pan barehanded, Nanami carefully steps you aside, putting on the oven mitts and getting your bread out of the oven.

It looks... questionable, to say the least. Practically burnt in most of the outside, not really fully baked in the inside. Your last minute decision comes back to haunt you right now, the uneven finish of your work reminding you why you must never try to rush procedures in the kitchen.

It loos so pitiful you want to cry, shaking your head in disbelief. Nanami, attentive as always, notices, taking off the mitts and making you look at him. "Don't look so discouraged, it appears edible. You did a good job for a first time."

Oh, bless his sweet soul for trying to comfort you despite your mess of a creation. "I'll try it anyway," He promises, and now you want to cry out of emotion.

"You really will...? You don't have to. I know it doesn't look appealing."

"Maybe not, but you made it for me. I'd be a really bad husband if I didn't try what my spouse sacrificed so much to make, right?"

You hug him at his touching comment, and he embraces you. Tightly, oh, so tightly. You're so sweet you don't even know it, killing him with how caring you are. He wishes he could just hold you in his arms the whole day, but alas responsabilities are awaiting him.

"Ken, wait," You say after pull away (because of course he didn't do it first), "I made some muffins in the side too. Why don't you go prepare for work while I bake those? They take less time. Then you can actually leave with something decent."

Nanami smiles at your thoughtfulness, already thinking on how you can make up for this—as if he were unhappy in the first place. With a new kiss to your cheek, and another, and another, he nods in acceptance. "Whatever you want, sweetheart."

You're smiling really hard at his attention. Not like he doesn't give you plenty already, but it's not so common to wake up and have this amount of affection being handed to you so easily. You usher him out of the kitchen, a fond laugh escaping him, as you both get to work in your respective areas.

Almost an hour and so later, you're already done. Patient pays off miraculously, and your muffins are in perfect shape. Nanami stays in the kitchen with you for a bit, the two of you proof tasting what you made. And when he hums and mutters "delicious", you get so happy you could burst.

You pack a muffin for him, and some of your bread in the side per his request (he really is adamant in showing you he cares). With a goodbye kiss and an 'I love you', you part ways for the day. Him, to work, and you... probably to bed. You still have some unfinished business over there.

At work, Nanami was the only one who arrived (a few minutes) late to the meeting.

But, he was also the only one who brought blueberry bread and muffins made by his lovely spouse to work.

The affection he felt at home is still sitting in his chest, getting close to affecting his productivity and focus with how intensely he's feeling it.

But as he stares at the half-burnt, crispy bread with incomparable love and longing, he knows that out all of his coworkers, he's the one who's having the best morning.

❀ Geto Suguru

The temperatures are rising as summer rolls by, food and game stalls being set up somewhere around. Festivals are popular around this season, so you went ahead with all the preparations so you, Geto, Mimiko and Nanako could all go and have some fun at it. It's the first time you go to a festival like this, at least in a while, and you can't help but feel excited. So while Geto had to finish some affairs before meeting you three, you and the girls were shopping for comfortable and cute attire to wear for the festival.

Geto has to admit, the thought has him in a mellow state. Just picturing his girls shopping and having fun together is a wholesome thought, he wishes he could be there helping you all pick. Sadly, responsabilities won't just dissapear if he ignores them in your favor, and you'll probably be finished when he's there to pick you all up.

It's boresome, and pretty dissapointing. The only thing that's keeping him going is knowing he'll get to see you all dressed up by then. But hey... who says he can't just check how you're doing while he gets there? And maybe get a sneak peek. The thought makes itself home in his mind, and soon enough he's facetiming you with anticipation.

The phone rings once, twice... before it's picked up, except not by who he was expecting. Two familiar faces take up the whole screen, speaking in unison in a high pitched tone. "Hello, Mr. Geto!"

A smile makes it way to his lips, tilting his head questioningly. "Hello to you two. What are you up to, and why's this phone not with its rightful owner?"

"Oh, we're in the changing room!" Nanako answers, "(name)'s inside a booth right now, so we picked it up for her." A muffled "hi!" can be heard, your voice recognizable despite the distance.

"Hi, sweetheart," He answers you before directing his attention back to the girls, "So I assume you're both done picking your outfits?"

"Mhm! We are." "We would've been done sooner if Mimiko wasn't so indecisive." "Hey, you tried out half of the store's clothes!" "You-!"

"Now, now. No need to fight." Geto interrupts, to which they straighten up immediately.

Mimiko resumes speaking, calmer now. "We're just waiting for her. You should tell her something, Mr. Geto. She's been trying on outfits for longer than us combined."

"Not true!" You argued, and he almost wanted to laughed at how you, so fixated on being a good role model for the girls, couldn't help but join the banter when prompted.

"...I just don't tend wear traditional clothing," You comented from inside, a bit of sulking to your tone. "So I don't feel like they suit me."

"Big fat lie, by the way," One of the girls chimes in, "you should come out and pick one of the last ten you tried on. They all looked amazing."

"Actually, I'm inclined to agree with them, pretty girl." Geto adds as if he had seen it all, playfulness lacing his tone. "Why don't you show me?"

"...You?" Your hand froze at the handle, an obvious pause going in there. You sigh, before the door budges and gives in. "...Fine."

Nanako, who was holding the phone, flips the camera and points it towards you. And though he's seen you in beautiful outfits before, he can't help but be blown away by the sight. You're wearing a yukata with an intricate floral pattern, its vibrant colors highlighting your natural features. The true cherry on top for him is the shy expression you're sporting, hands folded together meekly as you wait for judgement.

"So...?" You mutter at his continued silence, the girls both leaving squeals and hums of approval. Geto, blinks, recomposing himself. "You look beautiful, as expected. You should pick that one."

"You haven't even looked at the other options..." You complain, but you feel your face heating up at that compliment in such a confident tone.

Geto only smiles, "I'm sure you'll look equally mesmerizing, no matter the choice. You always do, sweetheart."

A chorus of "eww" and "stopp!" come out from the pair behind the phone, making him chuckle lightly. An idea strikes him, making him straighten up. "Can you all get in frame together? I need to see all of your outfits combined."

That gets them to stop whining, adjusting so you'd all be shown in front of the camera with a good look of your clothing. The sight of you with the girls he raised, all wearing matching yukatas, cute hair accessories and showing your pretty smiles almost kills him in the spot. He already has enough when you send them pictures of your hang outs together, his heart warming at how the three people he adores grow closer so smoothly. But now? He can't even hear Nanako explain the process of their choice or Mimiko's comments on the hairstyles, as he's stuck in this state of awe.

"Suguru?" Your voice brings him back to earth, he was deep into a trance for a second.

"Why did you turn off the camera?" You ask, and only now he realizes he did that out of reflex. His brain worked slow, but his sense of embarrassment didn't, apparently.

His brain scrambles for an excuse, he's completely bluescreened. For someone who prides himself in being composed, he's not living up to it at the moment. He skips giving an explanation, instead changing the topic. "...I'm almost there, I should focus on the road. You all wait for me right there."

"...Alright, we'll wrap things up over here, then." You roll with it smoothly, and he's thankful. Now hanging up the call, he stops the car in the nearest place he can, hands sliding from the steering wheel as he rests his head against it. Oh, he's doomed doomed. His heart hasn't stopped racing. Geto wants to put you all in a snow globe and shake it relentlessly. That wouldn't be morally correct nor safe, so he brushes the thought away.

All he has to do is calm down enough he doesn't squeeze the guts out of your body when he sees you. Which is proving to be dificult, by the way.

Geto arrives 15 minutes later than expected, heart heavy but mellowed out at this point. He blames his lateness on traffic, once again diverting the topic and talking about the festival instead. Only he knows the demons he had to fight to act normal when he saw his girls all dolled up acting adorable together.

If the way he struggles to keep his gaze off you after picking you guys up says anything, he'll have a hell of a day. In the best way possible, but still. If you catch him staring, please look the other way. No one else can now how soft he gets when it's just the four of you.

❀ Ino Takuma

"You are... a force of evil."

"Huh?"

Sat in the couch with a bowl of ramen in your lap, you blink cluelessly at Ino, confused by his sudden outburst. He's been reviewing some info beside you about a curse sighting, studying diligently so he can make Nanami proud. He had been pretty calm, humming and making comments to himself, so this sudden energy rush makes no sense. Or at least it doesn't for you, who failed to notice him stealing glances at you every once in a while.

Thing is, you had just woken up recently. Still in your hello kitty pajamas and with your hair messed up, Ino can hardly resist you. All he wants is to ditch work, lead you back to bed and cuddle you until noon. But you woke up pretty late and are reasonably hungry, and he knows better than to bother you when you're in such a state.

He knows better, but he can only resist so much. You look so huggable in the mornings, and it doesn't help that you're doing such domestic things right beside him. Like trying to hold your bowl earlier to eat and flinching at how hot it was, your chopticks slipping from your fingers from how dazed you are from sleep, and the ocassional grumble from that early grumpiness.

You don't find it amusing. You're just trying to start your day albeit late, and the little misfortunes happening are not doing any favors to your mood. But all Ino's brain fixated with is your early clumsiness and how adorable it is.

That's why it wasn't long before he snapped, with you still staring at him in utter confusion. Ino doesn't elaborate, grumbling like a child throwing a fit, making you squint at him further. "What?"

"You're just... there. Being distracting. I'm trying to work, you know?" He accuses dramatically, as if you were actively trying to inconvenience him.

"Takuma, I'm not doing anything, I'm just hungry and trying to eat some noodles. You were pretty focused just now, just get back to it." You cross your arms, stating the obvious. Sometimes you feel like you're scolding him whenever he pulls up some nonsense, but you're both too used to it to mind. He adores some tough love, he's said himself. You're just not fond of being annoyed when you're eating.

"Okay, okay, bad timing," He acknowledges, "but your presence is still distracting me."

"I was here first, silly."

"But I'm most comfortable in the couch!"

"Then I'll just eat at the-" "No."

"Takuma..." You're using the scarier tone now, his hand which had fled to your wrist quickly retreating. You exhale. "So you can't focus with me here, but you don't want me to leave. Won't you at least tell me what am I doing that's so distracting, so I can stop it?"

"Well, you're just..." He trails off. "...I'll just get back to work."

You raise an eyebrow, not expecting him to give up so suddenly, but don't question it. You look at him for a second longer, watching him go back to reviewing the info from earlier, before focusing on your food again.

Did he just want attention? Clingy man. You love that from him, but right now you've got bigger fish to fry. Or eat, technically.

Meanwhile, Ino is doing his absolute best to not spare you a glance, his face scrunched up and he wills himself to focus, but to be honest... he's failing miserably.

Okay, maybe he should have left or let you leave when you suggested that. The words he's reading aren't even registering in his brain at this point. But you're so close! So, so close and he's a weak man! He'd miss you and wouldn't stop thinking on what you're doing if you were away, and he can't focus when you're so close.

His priorities have clearly tilted, but he just told you he'd get back on business, so he doesn't want to go back on his word so fast. He can at least pretend he's being responsible for a little while, then take a small rest and cuddle when your bowl is empty. Maybe you'd even kiss him on the cheek and tell him he's made good progress. Okay, that thought's as distracting as it is helpful.

Now with renewed determination, Ino straightens up and reads from start. But his retention capacity betrays him every handful of seconds, and his eyes tilt smoothly towards you. It's like there's this little worm on his brain asking him what you're doing every single minute, and every time he can't help but check to answer. Even if every moment right now you're just chewing, humming to yourself and watching something on your phone.

You're watching something in your phone, he suddenly notices. You have one earbud on, despite there being a whole tv in front of you two. It hits him that you're doing that to avoid distracting him with whatever you'd decide to watch, leaving the room quiet for him to work with. And that perceived thoughtfulness is what it takes for him to break.

"Awww...!" Ino gushes loudly, making you flinch at the sudden sound.

"What?" You set you almost finished bowl in the coffee table, taking off your earbud.

"You..." He sniffles, eyes sparkling and hands to his face. And before you can even question him, he spews, "You're so cute! 🥺"

Ino lunges towards you, making you squeal. he embraces your waist, nuzzling his face on your stomach." "'Kuma, be careful!"

"Sorryyy," He replies in a whiny tone, "But I'm serious. You can't just do that. You know, existing beside me, being so adorable and all that."

"Well you can't live without me, so you should get used to it already."

"I know, but I can't." He exhales dramatically, genuinely afflicted. "You're so perfect and lovely and adorable and-" A tight squeeze, "Just... so amazing that I can't get used to it."

"You're just looking for excuses to slack off, and I'm your closest distraction." You call out.

"And the most attractive one! And most effective! I am so doomed."

"You didn't deny it. Don't you wanna make Nanami proud?" You purposely tease.

Ino sits up straight, "I do! I will. But everyone needs a good break once in a while. I've been working for so long today, I can't focus because I'm burnt out."

"Takuma, you've worked for exactly 14 minutes since I sat here."

"Well you don't now how long I was on the grind before you did!"

You finally crack, laughing out loud. It's a sound Ino loves, but one that only makes his heart throb violently right now. He embraces you tightly again, biting your shoulder lightly and instinctively.

"Ino!" He winces at your scolding, pressing an apology kiss in the same area. "Sorry, babe. It's mandatory cuddling time, though."

"Mandatory."

"Mhm."

You sigh, suppressing a smile. "If it'll boost your productivity, I'll cave."

Ino grins, obviously pleased.

It did not boost his productivity, by the way.

He just pulled you to lay down in the couch and cuddled you as you both watched a comfort show.

He held you tightly, squeezing ocassionally like he couldn't get enough.

Thing is, Takuma Ino doesn't need you to do anything special to worship you.

He thinks you're the best thing in his life every single day, and he's barely surviving the affection in his chest every living moment with you nearby.

He's just better at managing it some days than others... he already does enough with how much he has you on his mind.

So sure, Ino is a bit of clingy partner. But he really loves you and he's doing his best. Just be sure to kiss him in the cheek and tell him he's a good student, but an even better boyfriend. That's all he needs to be happy today.

❀ Hakari and Kirara

You've been dating Kirara and Hakari for a few months.

It was strange to you at first, to be joining an already existing couple, but things went smoother than expected. Specially considering how welcoming they were towards you, since they liked you as much as you liked them.

You hang around them at the fight club often, sometimes helping around on what you could or just existing beside them. So, naturally, you've shared many experiences together already.

But something you haven't shared yet, has been the pleasure of getting a few drinks together.

Hakari was the one that drank the most of your little trio, though Kirara didn't hesitate to join him at times. It was a bonding thing, more often than not, relaxing with a drink of their choice while watching matches or lazing around.

You were really hesitant to indulge, though.

You got offered whiskey by Hakari once, told him it's too strong to your liking. Beer? You're not a fan of the taste. Random alcoholic can you all bought from a convenience store? You didn't finish yours.

They wondered if you were just shy, so besides some teasing, you didn't really get pushed by them to drink anything. You were content to just be around them, why would they pretend they didn't feel the same? If you were just not a fan of drinking that's fine by them.

They assumed so for some time, not really expecting you to drink anything at this point. That was, until tonight.

"Kira, what are you doing?" You ask curiously from your seat beside Hakari, his arm looped around you as per usual. Kirara had been mixing some drinks and fruits in the background, kneeling in front of the coffee table in front of you, and you had been too distracted to notice. Now though, your curiosity has beat you.

"This? I'm making something different to drink. Ever had a sangria?" Kirara questions, mixing everything together. The swirling of the liquid with the diced fruits is entertaining to watch, eyes trained on the jug even as you shake your head.

Kirara takes your continued attention as interest, a faint smirk in her lips. "Wanna try it? Don't wanna drink it alone."

"Won't Kin drink with you?" You doubt, Hakari's eyes darting towards you two at the mention of his name. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head.

"Nah, not a fan of the fruity bullshit. Though you might enjoy it, doll. Barely tastes like alcohol anyway."

"Sooo?" Kirara smirks playfully, lifting the jug playfully. "Want a glass? Tell me now, or else I'll add some extra alcohol to it."

"Wait... I wanna try it." You finally decide, Kirara's eyes lighting up at your words. She gets two glasses and pours the drink on them, the contrast between your drinks and Hakari's whiskey which he's currently drinking almost funny to watch.

"Cheers!" Kirara clinks her glass against yours animatedly, her emotion making you smile. You take a sip from it, and end up more pleased than you expected.

"Seems like someone's a fan." Hakari smirks, tugging you closer as Kirara sits on the other side. You want to argue with him, to not give in to his teasing, but it's hard when you're already going for another sip.

"The fruit gives it a nice touch." You comment, earning a 'right?' from Kirara as she reaches to make hers stronger. Hakari rolls his eyes, still in disagreement, but pleased enough that you seem to be enjoying yourself with this.

You get in the mood pretty easily after, savoring the taste and even getting a refill after your first try. "Don't drink it like it's juice, it still has alcohol, 'kay?" Kirara warns, but you only hum in acknowledgement as you watch the colorful liquid filling your glass to the brim.

Kirara tried warning you.

Alas, those were the last words you heard from her while sober.

"Woooow, that guy's like, super strong," You slur your words as you point at the tv, the fight club still in full swing at this hour.

"That guy? They've beat the shit out of him, babe. Never won a single fight." Hakari comments in response, a bit confused at your commentary. You never really say much unless there's something interesting happening, and this is just a filler match with a guy you've all seen before. So why...?

"Aw, so Kin-chan didn't bet on him?" You interrupt his train of thought, "Now I'm kinda sad."

"What was that?" KIrara sharply turns to face you at the nickname, poking your cheek, "Don't copy me, silly!"

"Why would I do that?" Hakari responds to your question, "It's obvious he'll lose."

"Well, everyone deserves to have someone who supports them!" You huff, before facing Kirara. "Kiraaa, stop!"

Hakari squints at you, watching you whine and complain at Kirara's playful nagging. He's puzzled for a second until it clicks, a slow smirk making its way to his lips. "Are you drunk?"

"Huh...?" Your eyes dizzily meet his, making Kirara stop for a moment. When you don't even register the question, she catches on as well, watching you refill your glass.

"Oh my god, you're sooo drunk." Kirara grins wolfishly, attaching herself to your side. You're now poking at a lime slice inside of your glass, trying to fish it out.

Is this why you refused to drink with them? Okay maybe Kirara did add more alcohol to the jug at a certain point, but she didn't think you'd keep refilling. You didn't have that many glasses anyway, only a lightweight would get wasted from that. So that was your secret, huh. Your partners are now less interested in the fight on the screen, and a thousand more times interested in your behavior.

"Oh, sugar, you shouldn't be eating that!" Kirara coos at you, but makes no move to stop you from bringing the lime to your mouth. Hypocritical, much? Maybe. But watching your face scrunch up after you take a big bite of the it is worth it.

You cough it out immediately, eyes growing watery. With a whine, you bury your face in Kirara's chest, looking for reassurance.

"Aww, it's okay, my baby," She embraces you, rubbing your back comfortingly. She's so pleased with herself for getting cuddles from you for free, even though she kinda set you up. Hakari raises an eyebrow from his side of the couch, while she stares back smugly.

"So what," Hakari breaks the silence, "Does your boyfriend get no cuddles?"

You lift your head your head to look at him, and your flushed face paired with your disoriented gaze would have moved him, if not for your next words: "What boyfriend?"

Hakari visibly flinches. "Excuse me? The one who lends you two his card so you can buy whatever the hell you want, obviously."

Kirara stifles a laugh at Hakari's tone, low and gruff yet obviously pouty if you know him enough. You don't pick on that in this state, though, his tightly knotted eyebrows making you think there's something genuinely wrong.

"Did I upset you, Kin?" You ask wobbily, face contorted in genuine sadness. You disentangle from Kirara's embrace, much to her dismay, now gluing to Hakari's side in an attempt to console. "I'm sorry..."

Hakari huffs like he's not sure, looks away like he's not melting in the inside. You obviously don't realize why he's upset, but he commends you for trying to appease him anyway. His arm hugs around your waist as usual, pushing you to his chest. "Guess I can forgive you." He's smirking once you can't see him, clearly cocky at having the upper hand again.

"Heeey, what about me?" Kirara pouts immediately, glaring at Hakari who's winking at her triumphantly. You look back at her. "Hm?"

"You don't have any affection for old little 'rara?" She crosses her arms, sulking. This has somehow become a competition for drunk you's attention, and you're none the wiser.

"Uh... Kirara is pretty." You mumble, and she grins.

"How pretty?" She asks as she scoots closer, beaming at you.

"You're given an inch and you wanna take a mile, doll." Hakari points out. She sticks her tongue out to him, and he squeezes you further.

"So...?" She insists, and you hum thoughtfully.

"Very. Like the stars."

"Aww, you're a cutie too!" kirara squeals, pinching your cheek with a little more force than necessary.

"But, like the glowing green stars you glue at the ceiling." You add, like the information is crucial. Kirara gives you a weird look, but she still wraps her arms around you.

"Kin has cool hair and coat, by the way." You comment, looking at him. Okay, you're a chatty drunk. That's obvious now. Your words are barely understandable due to the cadence and clumsiness of your voice, but it's entertaining to listen to at the very least.

"How cool? Cooler than Kirara's?" He asks in an obvious attempt to tease the latter, an amused glance thrown her way. Your back is against his chest now, while Kirara is crowding your front. They're pretty clingy at the moment, hanging onto every little word coming out from your mouth.

"Well... both is cool. Like, for example..." You trail off and completely forget you were talking in the first place. You instead stare at Hakari. "Can I use your coat?"

"Yeah, yeah, doll." He agrees before he knows what he's doing. "Just don't throw up on it or something."

You smile dopily, haphazardly throwing the coat over your shoulders. You mumble something about being 'as cool as Kin-chan now', and he has to take a moment for himself so he doesn't crush you against his chest.

"Comfy?" Kirara asks, showing she has way less self control than him with the way she's nibbling on your shoulder. When did she start? You didn't even feel it. Guess you'll notice tomorrow when you see the bite marks littered on your skin.

"Yeah... I am." You answer her, eyes drooping. "Just let me get my..."

You attempt to grab your forgotten glass, almost knocking it over. They both pull you back, dissaproving. "No more drinks for you tonight, sugar."

"Awe... but the fruit..." You weakly protest, but Kirara's already blocking your view, while Hakari holds you firmly.

"Think it's time for you to rest, babe."

You grumble something, but you can't even tell who's speaking to you. Mere seconds after you're slumped against them, snoring like your body only needed to be told to give up into rest.

"Huh. Out like a light." Hakari notes amusedly, smirking as he pokes your cheek.

"Shame. Was having lots of fun." Kirara answers, yet she's also smiling.

"Of course you were, you two were ganging up on me." He grumbles.

"Kin, baby, don't be like that. You got plenty of attention too." Kirara uses that tone that easily convices him each time, and though he acts indifferent, he's clearly pleased as well.

The night passes quietly after you fall asleep, the two watching over you in strange contentment. You wake up confused and remembering practically nothing, eyes widening in disbelief at the tales of how you acted.

You're obviously embarrased, specially with your awfully smug partners teasing you back and forth. But despite it all, they're already hoping you'll let them see that side of yours once more.

This was your first time seeing her behave this way, she was usually very soft and gentle in bed, more submissive too, but today? Not at all,because you pissed her off.

What did you do, you ask?

Well, you guys were supposed to be on a cute little coffee date today, and the day was going really well. You were both walking the way back home, hand in hand as you both happily chatted away. This amazing day was interrupted by an unwelcomed guest according to Kirara.

Your ex.

That alone wouldn't have been much of a problem, no, but it was the way your ex kept continuing to talk to you, and you? You didn't tell her to fuck off and instead had a ‘catching up’ moment with her, which pissed Kirara off.

To make it worse, your ex, hugged you, yes, she fucking hugged you, right in front of your girlfriend, and you were taken aback and let it happen. It was the last straw.

The walk back home was deadly silent.

And the minute you reached home, she pounced on you.

Which leads you to the current moment, hands pinned by Kirara while she moved her hips at such an intense rate. She bit her lip to hold back her moans at the way you felt wrapped around her. You were simply divine in her eyes and yet the divinity was tainted by an impure bitch.

The reminder of the interaction made her even more feral, she let go of your hands, now holding your hips tightly as she rutted into you.

She looked at you, you were absolutely hazed out, hands laying limply on your sides as you stared at her with glazed eyes, seemingly fucked out.

She admired this sight.

One of her hands slid upwards, grabbing your tits and squeezing it roughly before tugging on your hardened nipple, you winced in pain but continued to let her grope your tits while she thrusted into you.

You slowly lifted one of your arms, caressing her face before sliding down to grab her perky breasts. She quickly slapped your hand away.

“You don't deserve to touch me.” She mutters before pressing her lips against yours. It was a nasty kiss, her tongue shoved into your mouth as she tasted every bit of you, she pulled back, catching her breath before she smirked, looking at the way your lip gloss smeared all over, blending in with the remnants of her lipstick.

“‘m sorry—” You whisper, getting cut off by a gasp when you felt her pinch your clit. You took heavy breaths, watching her pull and tug on it cruelly with tears in your eyes.

“Sorry doesn't cut it. You let that filthy woman hug you. I need to remind you who your girlfriend is again.” She mutters, bending down again and leaving her markings all over your neck and chest.

She continued her assault on your clit and tits all while marking you over. She pulled back, her thrusts now becoming sloppy.

You bucked yourself into her, chasing your own high, concentrating on the tightness building up inside you steadily, and then it snaps, recoiling all over your body as let out a loud moan, your cunt squelching and squeezing around Kirara so tight.

That causes her to bottom out, groaning in pleasure as your walls grip her so tightly, not wanting to let her go and contracting in rhythm as if it's trying to milk her.

“F-fuck gonna cum— gonna cum inside.” She whispers before her orgasm hits her, almost blinding her in the process as her cum shoots up against your cervix, coating your insides white.

She doesn't pull out, staying like that for a while as she grabs you close, her head resting on your chest. You caress it gently.

“You're mine okay? My girlfriend. I didn't like how you were ignoring me when talking to her.” She pouted, lifting her face to look at you. You smile endearingly, grabbing her face and pressing kisses to it.

“I'm sorry baby, I really am.” You apologize, caressing her while she just nods, before cuddling you.

“theeere you go babydoll, show em. you got it. fuck ‘er for me.” hakaris right behind you, that stupidly large hand helping you bounce your hips down on kirara, the filthy sound of your thighs plopping down on her.

whatever hand hakari didn’t have on you was recording the scene, the good stuff that reeled in extra cash for you guys.

“o-oouuh baby.. go a little faster okay? know you can. feels greaaaat.” kirara slurred, a dumb pleased smile plastered on her face. her manicured hands going up to hold on your hips, bouncing you.

“you heard ‘er, speed up. look at the camera while you’re at it.” his hand left your hip to grip the side of your chin, pulling you back to get a view your glossy eyes in the camera. all the attention was driving you up the wall, all the hands on your body and the camera observing your pleasured face.

with all your new found courage and the need you felt to please the camera- and your oh so sweet girl beneath you, you sped up. hips clashing back down against the woman. so loud and obscene it filled the room, blocking out any distant noise from the TV-cameras. you could feel kirara shaking, sensitive girl she was. pierced cock twitching inside of you unashamedly.

“pleaaase give it ta’ me baby.. i know you can! feels so good..” kirara nearly whined out, her star shaped pupils completely blown and dilated with complete focus on your face that hakari had long released from his grasp. still recording the nasty shit going on between you two. you could feel her hips stutter and begin to fuck right back up into you jus’ the way she liked it. sloppy and quick.

you buried your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling that non perfumed scent of purely her. that alone could be your own equivalent to an aphrodisiac, heavenly. the sound of sweat damped skin slapping into eachother was something you’d hear in porn.

“pleaaaase, cmon cmon cmon.. know you want to- sooo bad!” pure rambling out of her mouth, she pulled your face up to connect your lips in a wet, heated kiss. her pierced tongue sliding its way in. her way of shutting herself up really.

“awh fuck, let me get that.” you could hear the grin and arousal in hakaris voice, even after the recording you’d be far from done. he moved the lousy phone camera over to record the sloppy scene of you and kiraras tongues fighting one another. the room was full of the pathetic whiny moans swallowed into wet kisses.

a sharp smack hit you- hakari from the pure feeling from it. you were getting sloppy.

“don’t get lazy on me now girl, ride it. show ‘em how you like taking it.” his guiding words made something in your gut twist into something much more intense- pulling a groan straight from your throat. you fucked back onto kirara with more intensity than before, disconnecting from the kiss to moan and whine into her neck, her hands immediately shooting to hold onto you- anything really. hakari gave a pleased huff of approval.

“yes- yessyesyes cmon baby, gimme- mnnhgg..” her head tilted back in pure bliss, though her hips never quit moving up to meet yours. you hadn’t even spoke this whole time, pleasure made you a very different person. all that came from your throat was uncontrolled moans and whines, chasing as much friction as you possibly could.

“g’nna cum baby- take it take it take it..” it was only a few more sloppy thrusts upwards and she was cumming- quick, thick spurts of release into you that had her reeling- fucking herself into you through that overstimulation to make it last as long as she could make it.

you hadn’t last much longer truly, hakari’s free hand that wasn’t focused on recording the sinful act was under your body using two fingers in fast, pressured circles to give you that extra push of stimulation, your body arching downward and pressing you further into the lady beneath you, chest to chest. you’re convulsing by the time kirara’s spent and done, a lazy fucked out smile on her face when you cross that finish line, tightened up around her like she’d disappear if you didn’t.

hakari let out a low whistle, hard and leaking a damp spot through his slacks. sheesh. pressing his thumb down on that red button to stop the recording.

“Ah, yes!” she squeaks, quickly taking off the top and discarding it to try on what you suggested. “It’s perfect, babe, what do you think?”

She twirls as she giggles and you nod, not being able to hide your smirk or the heat of your cheeks. Every time Kirara does something, even the tiniest things, it has a reaction on you.

“I love it,” you breathe out, not taking your eyes off her. “You look gorgeous in it, my love.”

Kirara clicks her tongue, her face getting red instantly and shoving your shoulder without any force. “You’re just saying that!”

“Mmm, I’m saying it ‘cause it’s true.” You get up, leaving her purse in the ground to hug her waist easily, kissing the visible part of her collarbone. “I have the prettiest girlfriend ever, just look at her.”

You squeeze her sides, making her giggle and squirm because you know it’s tickling her. She turns her head to take your lips in a quick kiss, cupping your cheek with one of her perfectly manicured hands (one of her nails has your initial). 

“C’mon, I wanna see all those dresses you pick up on you,” you tell her, caressing her hips before going back to your seat.

Oh and when she does her make up. She insists on sitting on your lap while she gets ready, then she twists and does your own make up. 

“You’re so talented with this,” you whisper, eyes tracing her face with nothing but adoration. “You make yourself more stunning every single time.”

Kirara pauses, her brush hovering near her cheek as she looks at your reflection. “You’re distracting me on purpose.”

She bites her lip to hide the smiles and continues applying soft pink blush in her cheeks. 

“I’m not! I could watch you do this for hours.” Your hands come up slowly to her waist, careful to not startle her. “So, so gorgeous,” you whisper close to her ear.

She lets out a shy little laugh and leans in to peck your lips quickly. “Stop saying all that cute stuff while I’m trying to focus!”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it!” You hold your hands up in surrender and lean over a little. “C’mon, which eyeshadow are you using today.”

“Purple,” she answers, opening her palette. “And blue shimmer too.”

“Oh, I love that. Gonna look shiny as fuck.”

When she finishes her makeup, she giggles and turns the brush toward you. “Okay, your turn now. Sit still, pretty girl.”

You smile as she starts working on your face, her touch so gentle and focused. She’s dabbing eyeshadow on your lids with so much care, tongue poking out a little in concentration. You can’t resist reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear.

“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now,” you tell her, eyes half-closed. 

Kirara’s cheeks go even redder as she works, trying to hide behind the makeup palette for a second. “You’re gonna make me mess up if you keep complimenting me like that.”

You laugh softly, pulling her closer for a moment. “Then mess up. I don’t care.”

But nothing compares to when you have her sprawled on your bed, naked and needy, her cock leaking against her stomach. You’ve been making out for some time on the couch, dryhumping each other like stupid teenagers and now that you have her in bed, you’re drooling at the sight of her. Beautiful firm tits with perky nipples and her pretty cock that’s pulsing with excitement.

You crawl between her spread legs slowly, eyes locked on hers the whole time. Kirara’s already breathing fast, cheeks flushed deep pink, her hands gripping the sheets.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty like this,” you whisper, voice low and full of awe as you run your hands up her soft thighs. “You have no idea how obsessed I am with every inch of you.”

She whimpers, hips twitching up a little. “Please…”

You lean down and press a wet kiss right below her belly button. “Shh, I’ve got you, my love. You’re doing so good already.” You wrap your fingers around her gently, giving one slow stroke as you watch her instant reaction. “So sensitive too… I love how you throb in my hand.”

Kirara lets out a high, whiny sound, head falling back against the pillow. “Ah! Baby, please, I need—I can’t—”

You smile against her skin and finally take her into your mouth, sucking softly on the head first. She gasps loudly, one hand flying to your hair as her thighs tremble around you.

“Mmm, that’s it,” you hum around her, pulling off just enough to speak. “Let me hear you, pretty.” You take her deeper, tongue swirling as you bob your head, one hand stroking what you can’t fit while the other gently plays with her balls.

She’s a complete mess already, babbling between broken moans. “F-fuck, you’re so good, feels too good ahh, I love you, I love your mouth.”

You pull off with a wet pop and kiss along her shaft, looking up at her with adoring eyes. “You’re doing amazing, Kirara. I could stay here for hours just worshipping you.”

You dive back down, sucking harder this time, hollowing your cheeks as you take her as deep as you can. Kirara’s whines turn louder, her hips bucking weakly as she babbles your name over and over, tears of pleasure gathering in her eyes, completely lost in the praise and the feeling of your warm mouth.

You keep going, humming happily around her, determined to make her feel like the most loved and desired girl in the world.