#kinji hakari

riding kirara on that stupid camera room couch while hakari records.

the room reeks of alcohol and hakaris stupidly expensive cologne, filling your nostrils along with the scent of sex and the beautiful girl who’s lap you’re in, hips moving with newly found effort.

you’re bouncing with more effort than you usually would if there wasn’t a large hand rubbing your ass from behind you. filthy, brain melting words of encouragement from behind you.

deeply in love with this trio

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like you guys broke up over him always being at clubs or gambling, a fair reason to break up in his eyes, but he gotta do what he gotta do. doesnt mean hes happy over it, but seeing you with a new dude? oh hes fucking cocky.

“new man, girlie?” he draws out, the vape leaving his lips and lazily looking to you. you nod, on your phone and licking your lips. “let me meet him.”

“uhm, no?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow. “youre my ex for a reason.”

“uh, okay ouch.” he dramatizes, blowing smoke. “we still friends, aint’ we?” he asked, his hands on his thighs. “just looking out for my friends.”

you sigh.

“no, kinji, youre not meeting my boyfriend.”

“why the hell not? tell him to come over here tonight.” he baits you, eyes fixed on you and licking his lips. the evening sun always knew how to put all eyes on your beautiful deep and rich skin.

“that would mean id have to leave.” you protest, failing for his bait. you quickly realize, and you groan.

“so,” he starts, a chuckle to his voice and he leans forward with the vape between his pointer and middle finger. “man has no car? how is he gon’ get you if you need him?”

“kin—“

“aht!” he hushes you, making you bite your cheek in irritation. “how is he gonna take you to where you wan’ go to?” he asks, looking to you. “you gotta call your ex boyfriend to take you to your hair appointments and get your nails done.” he smirks. “matter of fact, tell him to uber here.”

a moment of silence washes over the conversation, and you breathe through your nose and look away.

“girl,” he barks, leaning back and spreading his thighs more— that delicious manspread he always did drove you mad and your center gets gooey. “let me get this straight—“

“you date me, a dude who actually has money— and a vehicle, but then downgrade to a broke lame dude?” he chuckled out his question, “i fuckin knew it.”

“kinji, chill out.” you nervously laugh, eyes wandering to his thighs.. where his delightful cock laid beneath his jeans. “it— its different, he doesnt have a job like yours.”

“you right, he ain’t got no job.” he retorts, watching your line of sight to his growing cock. he grabs himself through his jeans, making a show of his arousal and desire. “im an ex for a reason, pretty.” he purrs, biting his lip. “butttt, if you want this thick cock just fer’ you.. all you have to do is send that text and get on your back.”

“my back?” you choke out, the dick trance leaving you. “why?”

he cocks his head, eyes roaming over your body. “have i ever made you suck this dick before ive eaten yer’ creamy pussy?” he already knew the answer, watching your thighs tremble. “ gon’ head and send that weak breakup text, or you can watch me watch you.”

being the emotional support bunny at Jujutsu High means you’re there for your friends whenever they need you. you get lots of attention, lots of cuddles and lots of orgasms :3  Kinji Hakari🎰 

he thinks it’s funny. how you yelp when he pulls on your fluffy tail. how needy you get sometimes, how easy. let’s be honest, kinji is a bit arrogant and not the type to stress. ever. besides, sappy dates and heartfelt conversations are not his thing.

so yes, his idea of comfort and support is a shameless, nearly public blowjob. he’s not rough per se, just a little. his favourite thing to do is to push his throbbing cock down your throat and to hold it there for many agonizing seconds without moving. in a way, it’s difficult for him too. the idea of fucking your throat is so tempting.

he likes how your chest rises and falls, how your nostrils flare and drool climbs down your chin, how your eyes get beady as you struggle to focus on breathing. “fuck, hold it baby, jus’ like that,” he grunts quietly. 

but even then, your cute pout makes him have mercy. your lips get so swollen after he pulls out, his coarse pubes have been rubbing against the glossy skin. 

“you took me so well, bunny, fuck, fuck…” 

he gives you some time to recover, lets you gasp for air between his legs. the way his cock hangs heavy and proud in front of your face makes you wet, no matter how shy you are. his tip is a pretty shade pf pale brown, it stands out nicely against his darker coloured shaft… you wish he’d rub it against your pussy more often. 

kinji only notices your heightened arousal when your mouth is around him again, tongue working on him desperately. “easy there, eeeasy, girl…”

fingers card through your hair, collecting locks and your two drooping bunny ears to pull them back. 

from time to time, he fucks into your mouth to make you gag a little, only to coo and apologize when you mewl in protest. “i know, baby, i know, ‘m bein’ mean…can’t help it, i love it when you struggle a bit.” 

of course he does, it’s good for his ego. 

but you don’t mind, do you? you’re a rather durable bunny girl, used to rough handling. 

direct penetration with kinji’s cock is rare. only happens when he really needs to let off some steam, then he’s all serious and focused. eyes zeroed in on how your tired folds part for the nth time as he sinks into you.  

his thrust get frantic, desperate and he begs orders you to cum on his cock. he needs your pussy to strangle him. 

it’s like a whole work out, really, both of you breathless and exhausted at the end. worth it? absolutely. by the time he’s kissing you gently again, he’s already figured out what to do about the thing that upset him in the first place. 

nothing gets his brains working like a good fuck <3

Kirara Hoshi💫 

messy, messy girl, messy friendship. 

on one hand, she likes having you at her side, on the other, she gets jealous if kinji seeks you out. but hey hey! kirara does that too so it’s really unfair ! 

let’s just focus on when she’s being nice, okay? because when kirara’s jealous, you better run to someone before she catches you and gives your little pussy and bum some spanks:( 

or she puts all kinds of uncomfy things on your nipples, like ice blocks and clamps :( and she makes all sorts of silly threats, like how she wants to give you nipple piercings :(( and you tell her those hurt and she laughs :(

her main sources of frustration are small inconveniences and you always know just the thing to cheer her up. anything that ranges from dressing up to shopping to smoking a little weed while listening to music can do the trick. 

kirara likes to put blush on your tail, she taps the brush to your pretty butt until a pale pink hue appears. and gossip! lots of gossip. and then you both get tired and drowsy, like when kids eat too much sugar and come down from the high. 

that’s when the sleepy giggling and the lingering touches come. at this point, you’re too wet, too needy and your mouth falls open obediently, letting kirara’s tongue press against yours. it becomes a slow, sloppy make out session. soft ah-ahs fill the air, she pulls your hair, you squeal and part your legs. 

“bun-bun, so eager, so pretty, wanna play with you a little…” 

she likes to experiment on your little cunt, see what makes you wet, what makes your hole pulse nervously, what make you cry, what makes you spread your legs wider. 

at first, kirara stares at the sight with excitement in her eyes, her star shaped pupils shine brighter as she inserts the end of of her makeup brush into you. a hand goes below the waistline of her skirt, she can’t resist stroking herself. 

“this is the fourth one, right?” she asks you and you confirm with a pathetic moan that indeed, this is your fourth orgasm. so many objects have been inside you at this point. 

“you’re gonna have a few more, hah… this makes me feel so good.” 

you don’t say no to that, knowing she’s enjoying herself. you look down to see kirara’s sleepy expression, cheeks mushed against your thigh, half-liddes eyes fixed on your messy pussy, her fingers curl weakly around orange lipgloss she’s lazily pumping into you. 

“give me another, i need to see you clench like that again.” 

you cry out as you cum around the lipgloss, an embarassing little trickle of squirt runs down your folds and kirara smiles, fucking you through the climax.

Hajime Kashimo🌩️ 

hajime is confused. he’s never heard of bunny girls before, sure he’s seen some things during his life time but not… whatever you are…whatever your purpose is. 

at first, he does not care. he came to fight and defeat and whatever his stupid sorcerer allies do is none of his business. and he’s a difficult person too so you have half a mind to steer clear of him. 

your first interaction is just him wordlessly poking at your bunny parts with a frown, acting like the concept of your existence bothers him. he gets used to it. not just your whole being but how you support some team members, how you always know what they need, how you’re so happy to make others happy. 

the ice breaks when one of the kids gets on his nerves. yuta makes a comment, he means well but he’s too perceptive for his own good. something about his reasons to join the culling game. hajime becomes sulky, agitated and instead of grilling everyone to ashes, he opts to brood in an onsen. 

he doesn’t push you away when you climb into his lap but doesn’t really register you either.  

you’ve heard him talk about sukuna before, that’s all he seems to care about so you start rambling quietly. not even a curse like him sounds threatening when you talk about him in that sweet tone. you recount the time sukuna got control of his vessel in shibuya, how scared you got and hajime hums non-commitally, his hands encircling your waist. 

your tail twitches nervously against his inner thigh when you get to the part where sukuna looked at you briefly before continuing the massacre. 

hajime smiles to himself a tiny bit. he loves hearing about how powerful sukuna is. it’s comforting…wait…it’s actually working. your methods are actually helping him. his hands part your thighs a little, encouraging you to keep talking, even if you have to take shallow breaths between the sentences now. 

by the time you get to the part when sukuna switched vessels, two of his fingers are fully inside you, lazily stretching you open in the water. it stings a little, water isn’t the best lubricant but hajime’s other hand quickly finds your little clit and rubs it too. something hard pokes the underside of your thigh. 

you try moving to make hajime feel good too but he stops you with a displeased grunt. 

“nah, just keep talkin’, sweet thing…” the words are slurred, his movements still slow, like he isn’t even fingering you, just playing with something, using your pussy like a stim toy. 

you obey, eventually start asking him questions too. he answers patiently. it’s a nice conversation, hajime doesn’t really open up but compared to how little he talks to others, he could be considered chatty. you learn a lot about an older era and he learns a lot about your body. 

each time you cum, you apologize for interrupting. 

“s’okay, let it all out,” he mumbles and waits for your orgasm to pass, lets you arch into his front before he continues the conversation and his previous ministrations. 

hajime has to admit, you really are a helpful little bunny, the evenings he spends with you become his favourite.

Hiromi Higuruma ⚖️

what makes the life of an attorney, a sorcerer attorney no less, hard? the better question is, what doesn’t? 

working sucks, injustice sucks, curses suck…

a while ago, he told himself to try new things. that includes you. the cute emotional support bunny. the few times he’s visited Jujutsu High, you were always so nice, albeit a little shy. 

since hiromi mainly talks to yuji, he doesn’t see you that often, you’re always just passing by. how you manage to tolerate certain people (that blue haired threat for instance) around you is beyond him but maybe it just means you’re patient and non-judgemental. how…relieving. 

it’s hard to guess what would help a man like hiromi feel better. you can’t magically fix japan’s jurisdiction system, can’t take away his guilt. so, you do small things to lighten his day.

your bring him coffee. he drinks a lot of that. double shot espressos, bitter and dark. the time you try them, your nose scrunches up, pulling your expression into a silly grimace. it almost makes hiromi laugh.  

whenever a meeting causes him to have a headache, you massage the back of his neck, his temples and shoulders. he doesn’t even notice the satisfied groans that slip out between his gritted teeth. 

sitting in his lap while he reads reports is the best. you’re like a weighted blanket for him, your soft fur brushing against his skin is a nice feeling too. 

your breasts are his favourite. he sticks a hand under your blouse, slides it under your bra and fondles the warm flesh like a stress ball. the paper in his hand shakes ever so slightly as you start pressing your butt against his crotch. 

“no, bunnny, i have to work, be good for me.” 

you nod and let out an accidental yelp when he pinches your nipple as a warning. 

“yes, sir, i’ll be so good,” you promise. and you do keep your word, you let hiromi play with your now swollen nipples without a complaint, even as the wetness coating your underwear start seeping into his clothes too. 

despite hiromi’s attempted discipline, his breathing always get ragged, his hips buck up sometimes, his cock hardens as if just to spite him. 

“are you okay, sir?”

oh god, how sweet and innocent you sound. 

“please don’t let me fuck you, please—“ 

“yes, sir.” 

that just makes it worse. he’s leaking from the tip of his cock against his thigh. your pussy must be so cute, covered in a patch of your fluffy fur, your juices stuck in the curls. it would be even prettier with his cum on it, he’d fill you up and pinch your folds together to make your entrance overflow.

luckily, or unluckily, you’re a good bunny. you help him calm down. he asked you not to let him fuck you, so that’s what you do. 

you point at something on his report, read it out loud to redirect his thoughts. it works, it hurts but it works. 

Girl Like Me

Ft: Kirara Hoshi and Kinji Hakari

Content Warnings: jealous kirara (poor baby), hakari is his own warning tbh, kissing, reader IS DOWN BAD. fem!reader, mentions of blood and cuts, they're lowkey looking at you for a third.

cw: 1k

I had so much fun writing this! based off this lovely request!! thank you so much for this idea, you will forever be cherish 🥰

Hakari always gives you the best scripts. You were his top fighter after all, no way in hell he wouldn’t give you something you didn’t win. Yeah, you tried to shy away from it… especially with how his girlfriend would stare at you when you’d talked to him. But it’s Hakari Kinji we’re talking about.

And suddenly, he’s inviting you to the monitoring room after a fight.

“You got kinda roughed up there, Y/N,” Kinji chuckles, pouring you a drink you don’t think you’ll like. “She looks fine to me.” Kirara butts in before you can say anything, “There was probably no reason to invite her up here, Kin-Chan.” She argues, and you just purse your lips, looking away, I mean… Kirara was probably right, you were fine, maybe a bruise here ‘nd there. “Okay? What if she wanted a drink?” Kinji rebuts Kirara, and you can’t help but look down, feeling like a kid whose parents start fighting in the middle of dinner. “It’s really no big deal, like I wasn’t hurt and-”

Yeah, he still invites you up after that, offering a drink, a cigarette, money, whatever. But it’s especially after one fight, he personally goes to check on you. 

And Kirara hates that. 

I mean, who exactly were you?

Some sorcerer, who fought well? Okay, that wasn’t new. 

But what was new, was him patching your face up after a rough fight. He made a mental note to remember the dude who went off-script as he’s dabbing cotton on your face. 

“I’ve told you, I can patch myself up, Hakari.” You state, but Hakari shakes his head, “First of all, you’re a friend,” Hakari mumbles, grabbing your face to get a closer look, “And second, you’re the reason why I’m getting money, so shut up.” 

It’s quiet, too quiet that you realize how close and intimate this is, and your heart drops, “How is Kirara?” You ask, but suddenly you feel like that’s a personal question, “She’s good, jealous of you though.” He laughs, making your eyes widen, grabbing his wrist and pulling away, “Whoa- what?” Hakari doesn’t say anything but shrugs, wearing that fuckass smile. “Thinks you’re gonna steal me away from her,” Getting closer to your ear, “My personal opinion? I would like to see you both be my girls.” 

He leaves after that; the only thing you can hear is your heartbeat and the buzz of fluorescent lights.

It’s like Hakari purposefully planted that seed in your head, because now?

The last thing you’re seeing as you fall asleep is Kirara Hoshi's eyes.

It starts small, warm smiles here, waving at her, but she doesn’t budge, telling Hakari when they’re alone, “She keeps smiling at me, the fuck is she smiling at me for?”, and don’t get her started when she saw you pat his arm after a fight.

“Why did you let her touch you?” Kirara interrogated, and Hakari just shrugged, smirking at her when she pouted at him. 

“Give her a chance,” Kinji suggested, “She’s nice, and you’d probably like her.” However, Kirara isn’t hearing any of it. “You’re just trying to make me jealous.” Kirara whines, pouting at him, “Is it working?”

Days had passed, silently trying to get Kirara on your side, and you almost started praying at one point. Trying to think of a moment or a day, you could get her alone, but that was impossible; she was always at Hakari's side, and it was starting to piss you off. Because why did his greedy ass always get to have her by his side? It was like Hakari was doing it on purpose, especially when he invited you up, smirking at you whenever he slid his hand down her waist. 

Fuck ass Kinji Hakari. 

It was late, and Hakari decided he needed more of whatever he was drinking, and left you two to be alone; however, not leaving without a wink to both of you. 

It’s awkward, and suddenly the floor looks more interesting. 

But alas, you swallow your pride and look at her, “I really-uh- like your piercings, by the way.”

“Thanks.”

“Did you dye your own hair? Or… yeah, okay… never mind.” You mumbled off, looking at your hands, mentally cursing yourself. What else could you say? Would she even listen?

“I think a pink strip would look nice on you,” Kirara mumbled, snapping your head up, surprised she even answered. “Your hair, that is, you have pretty hair.” 

Definitely a start.

“Yeah? I don’t think it would be as good as yours. What dye do you use?” Kirara doesn’t notice, but you’re definitely flirting with her. 

After that night, she started to open up more, small talk, compliments here and there. 

“Your ‘Kin-Chan’ is a very lucky man, yknow.” You state, one night, as Kirara decided to patch you up one night, “I know he is.” She shoots back, a small smile on her face. “You’re very beautiful, Kirara. I seriously mean it when he’s a lucky man.”

Her body freezes, and suddenly she forgets how to clean up a cut, “Oh, well, thank you. In a way, he’s lucky to have you as a fighter, yknow.” Kirara responded, moving to dab that nasty cut across your nose, “You think so, Kirara?” “I know so.”

“All done.” She whispers, backing away from you, buzzing from the fluorescent lights was the only sound, and both of you are quiet. You wanna say something so bad, get closer to her, talk to her more, and before she opens the bathroom door, you’re jumping off from the counter, grabbing your wrist, “You’re the most gorgeous person I think I’ve seen, like ever. Fuck, it makes me angry that Hakari gets you all to yourself and mmf-” 

She’s kissing you.

And you really don’t care about Hakari; in fact, you’re sure he sent her down here, and you’re lucky he did. (And so will he, later on.)

She’s pulling back before you can even kiss her back.  “You think I’m gorgeous?” Kirara quite literally giggles, and you’re nodding your head, “Fuck, yes, I do, who wouldn’t?” 

This time, you do get to kiss her back, hands grabbing at her waist, finally making up for all the times Hakari did just that. Biting her bottom lip, for more access, and she gives you just that, moaning as you suck on her tongue, it’s like she’s luring out every moan and whimper in your body, and you feel like you’re in heaven. 

You pull back this time, both breathing hard, hands on each other, “I think you’re pretty too, y/n.”

Hakari isn’t dumb; he sent his girl down there for a reason, and he’s not dumb when he sees Kirara with a dazed expression and now glossy lips. 

“Have fun?” He asked, taking Kirara under his shoulder, “Told you, she was nice.” 

Kirara is swatting his hand off her shoulder. 

Friday nights are your favorite, not just because you’re fighting, but because now you’re on that couch with both of them, sitting beside Kirara, as she cuddles in on your side, “You did so well! Kin-Chan and me could see the fever within you.” She laughs, fingers going up and down your side, “I think it’s hot when you’re amped up, n/n.” 

Hakari's lips tug at a smile, before he slides you and Kirara to him, you now in the middle of the two. “I think it’s hot too, y/n, seeing the passionate drip off you while you fight.”

All you can do is hum, skin heating up, brain overloading from their compliments, “Oh! I almost forgot!” Kirara shoots up, grabbing a bag from the corner, shoving it into your lap, “You asked what hair dye I use, that’s it.” As you’re opening the bag, seeing the materials you need, and it's pink hair dye. 

Hakari was wondering what the bleach and pink dye were for, and now it made sense. 

‘You dying your strip pink?” He asked, as Kirara bent down to choose a bubblegum pink, ‘I’m not.’ ‘Then what for?’

“I’ll dye it, if you want, I do still think pink would suit you.” Kirara smiles, going back to your side like she didn’t just make your entire week. “Come over tomorrow, it’s a reset day anyway.” Hakari smiles, feeling like his heart may actually jump out of his chest and ruin his whole tough guy act.

And yet you can’t help but think you may not be ever leaving their side, especially when weeks later, Hakari pulls you aside, “You make Kirara a happy girl, hope you know you’re not leaving us now.” 

a/n: i had too much fun writing this i fear…. i love me some kirara hoshi… oh and hakari ig…. 😛

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