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jlkfja;ldfjldsajf this ask got me out of bed wow ty for this

minors dnfi, tw breeding, morning sex, shitty dialogue LOL

You wake up with a languid stretch of the legs, back slowly straightening against the curve of your partner's body. His rhythmic breathing tickles your neck, and the weight of his large arm still lazily draped over your midsection to keep you close gives you security.

Maybe you’d want to snuggle against him a little longer, but from the sound of your neighbor's lawnmower going off in the distance, you can tell it's probably time to get your day started. You're thankful that you didn't need an alarm to disrupt this moment of morning peace, but you reach over to grab your phone off the nightstand to check the time and any important notifications you missed.

The sudden movement seems to rouse Ushijima, and that lazy arm now springs to life, tightening gently around your midsection.

"Mmm... baby?" His voice is especially deep in the morning and rolls against the back of your neck as he leans forward to press a kiss to the warm skin. You lean back into him, dropping your phone on the bed space before you and reach an arm upwards and back to run through his hair affectionately.

"Morning, love~" you coo. “Wanna get up?”

He shakes his head no, murmuring that he’s not ready yet.

His lips find their way further down your neck as his hand glides under your nightdress and stops while cupping a breast and massaging in an anteroposterior direction. He presses himself closer to you, and right at your tailbone you can feel heavy morning wood between you; he starts to slowly rut against you.

"T-Toshi, already?"

He hums in affirmation, then maneuvers you so that you're laying on top of him, angled as his back rests against the headboard. By now, soft whimpers overflow from you while he continues to massage both breasts as he kisses both of your bare shoulders. He then spreads your thighs before patting your pussy rhythmically, palm rolling against your clit repeatedly in a practiced motion - he's been taught very well.

Your whimpers grow louder as he nibbles your ears, and then stop abruptly with the intrusion of a thick digit into your wetting hole.

Fuck.

A low moan ensues as he starts to pump fingers, settling your softening body against him with an arm that cages you against his hard torso; your moans start to deepen as he begins to rut his hard cock against your back again, and you sense his excitement from the quiet groans he's letting out now himself.

"It's 9 am and you're already so pretty and wet for me, aren't you sweetheart?"

You nod emphatically, eyes closed and flushed with heat.

"Why don't you stay in bed with me, princess?" He murmurs as he lifts you, all but dropping you onto his cock in his haste and sticking a finger in your mouth to quiet you as you squeal while accommodating his length.

There's a muffled yes and an even faster nod as he fucks you in this position, digging in his heels into the mattress for leverage for his strokes.

You’re no longer moaning, you’re crying out all manner of yeses and fucks and it feels so good and don’t stop and ah!, until you cum and he fucks you through your climax until he cums himself, filling you with copious amounts of warm, sticky cum that seep out of you and onto his thighs as he unsheathes himself from you.

You topple forward like a baby deer, ass up, and grinning, Ushijima massages your ass once and slaps both cheeks. Your hole continues to ooze in this position, and he’s satisfied. 

cw: minors DNI, cucking but not really, exhibitionism, implied kidnapping, implied infidelity. tbh this is kind of messed up lmao i'm sorry

Baji can excuse many types of shitty behavior. He's not exactly a saint himself, having been nothing short of a menace growing up, and perhaps still to this very day, even now that maturity has settled in and he's required to pick his battles among his responsibilities.

However, this is a battle he will absolutely fight.

You probably shouldn't have mentioned your ex around him. Actually, mentioning the ex was probably fine - it was probably a mistake to mention why he was your ex.

"K-Kei, maybe this is a little-," your words are replaced by a sharp shriek as your toes curl and your back arches almost violently once he re-angles and thrusts just a little more harshly into you. The idea of cumming with your cheating ex tied up to a chair and watching mouth gagged and eyes tearing up in fear and confusion seems too wretched but every single stroke is dizzying, and you know Baji is giving his extra twenty percent to make sure you do just that.

"A little what?" He whispers, his thick arms tightening around you, and planting a kiss on your forehead. If it weren't for the fact that you were on your back, eyes basically crossed in a lovedrunk haze, you would have noticed that Baji's gaze hadn't left the whimpering man in the corner of your room, placed just in the right position to watch him thrust mightily into you, over and over again.

"Excessive?" He chuckled. "Is that what you were going to say, sweetheart?"

You nod your head almost helplessly, and he props himself on his elbows, not forgetting to deepen his distance into you just enough that you are again squirming on his cock, threatening to cream at any second.

"What's excessive about making my baby feel good?" He replies, kissing into your neck, then lips, biting softly in between pecks. "I'm just trying to let him know how much of an idiot he is," he insists. "Not appreciating what he had. Prime pussy, not to mention every other way you're perfect."

Your ex's eyes lower for a split second, angering Baji further.

"If you look away, I'm fucking up your other eye, dumbass."

"Can I take this off now?" You ask.

Your arms are tight around his midsection still, but you've raised your head from its position resting against Draken back now that you've skidded to a stop. Being blindfolded on a speeding motorcycle must have been a ridiculous and unsafe sight, you thought, and you were half expecting to be stopped by police, but somehow you've made it without incident.

Draken still manages to reply, "not yet," and your fingers halt at the knot at the back of your head. You frown and wonder why you trust him.

"Are you serious?" You whine.

"Just a few more moments," he murmurs. You can almost hear his smile in his voice, and your heart flutters.

You feel him move off the bike and your muscles tense, but he keeps you steady as he helps you off, then walks you a couple of paces. Whatever surprise he has in store better make up for having you parading helplessly around Tokyo like this. Your hand holds his tightly as he helps you up one, two, three steps.

It's neither your birthday nor your anniversary and you can't think of a recent achievement he would want to celebrate. While you contemplate things, he finally stops you, both hands on your shoulders.

"You can take it off now, babe," he whispers into your ear.

"What, you're not gonna take it off yourself?" you tease, but still you eagerly untie it. The knot is unnecessarily tight and your face warms as frustration mounts while you struggle with it, but soon the knot is loose and the blindfold falls from view.

What you see before you is a house, the cutest little home you have ever seen, and there's a placard on the door that reads Ryuguji.

You turn and look at him in surprise - when did he buy a house? - but he's already on one knee.

You're at a loss for words.

He grins widely, looking up at you, eyes shining ever so brightly in the late afternoon sunlight. The sparkle almost competes with the glittering diamond ring in his hand.

"Ken...," you croak out, your sight blurring with joyful tears.

inui and anger

The knuckles of Inui's fingers are terribly white, you notice, as his fingers tighten mercilessly around the steering wheel. Even though he's quiet, you can tell he's boiling inside, or maybe he's freezing over; either way, he is absolutely still, eyes focused on the road.

The car ride continues in silence, and you're not sure if you should speak. Even if his anger isn't directed at you - it could never be directed at you, he's said time and time again - there's a small bit of anxiety that bubbles in your chest when he's like this. Maybe if you had been more careful, you wouldn't have gotten yourself in danger?

There is no time for victim blaming, and yet the tension in the air is thick and sticks in your throat.

Inui sighs suddenly, and his right hand releases its death grip from the poor piece of metal in front of him in order to reach over the center console and rest on the top of your knee. His palm is feather light. You rest yours on top of it.