#sub!maki

Sure, Maki never leaves you alone at parties, and if you're apart from him for more than five minutes, he always takes time to find you among the crowd to make sure you're doing okay. But he's never been this close to you. Always tending to be occupied by some game happening outside or some dance line going on in the large living room of the frat house.

Luckily, the drinks are tasty tonight. They are much to your liking, which is also unusual. however you know it's because Fuma took your request for a mango drink, being here instead of passion fruit. You make a note to thank him later.

Maki stands close, caging you against the counter, uncaring of all the people maneuvering around your bodies to try and get something from behind or in one of the coolers near you, and his tangled legs.

He won't move or say anything; he's just eyeing you. So you stare back, but that's when you see it. That fuzzy glint in his eye that he usually only gets when he's alone with you. The glint means he's feeling buttery smooth and free from all thoughts and decisions. Looking to you for all guidance.

"Baby."

"Hm?" he replies. Eyes somehow getting lower than they already beautifully droop.

"What's got you so—"

You don't finish. He's glad you don't because red flushes his skin instantly. He should have known you'd notice, you always do. Everything about him from the inside out, you understand. See.

"Don't know," he finally answers. dipping his head to hang low. meeting your shoulder in the process. The smile creeps up onto your lips, and the need to kiss him is so strong you must land one on his cheek. That should suffice for now.

"Why'd you come out if you knew you'd be so fuzzy?" Your tone is gentle, not reprimanding at all. you know Maki well enough to know that since he promised Nicho that he'd be here tonight, that's he be here no matter what. Even if he's in that space, that makes him practically grow physical ears and a tail.

"Don't know…" he repeats. This time, he gets closer to your neck and breathes in deeply and unfiltered. Not thinking one bit about how intimate you both appear in a fucking frat house kitchen.

It fits him so well that you want to giggle. Frat boy Maki, who loves to party, somehow gets puppybrained minutes into said party and wants to start scenting his girlfriend in the frat house kitchen, no care in the world about how others can see him.

You'd call that one hell of a book.

Rubbing up his arm, you trail your fingertips lightly over the taut muscles. Pale skin, solid and thick with his efforts. Gently, you stroke your fingers higher up his neck, causing a shiver to wrack down his spine. He sniffs closer to your skin, pressing hard against you.

Finally reaching the hair at his nape, you tug softly. Enough to have him nod into your neck. You need to take care of him, and the kitchen is not the spot to do so.

"Wanna head upstairs, puppy?" you whisper into his ear.

There's the slight buckle of his knees. He doesn't speak, move, or look at you. Just goes limp, and you know that's him waiting for you to take his hand and guide him up each creaky stair, until his back is against the headboard of his bed and his feet are rid of the chunky shoes he wore.

"Hurry!" he rushes as you still stand away at his closet, putting away the clothes you've stripped off of him. You aren't being slow on purpose—okay, maybe a little.

It's because, as fuzzy as Maki is right now, he's even needier in this space. Cock hard against his briefs from nothing more than having you nearby. Hands clenching and unclenching because you aren't in his grasp. It makes you want to drag his need out until he's practically drooling dumb into your neck as his cock fucks in and out of your heat.

However, tonight you just want to touch him. He'll get the treat of fucking you later tonight, perhaps— if you're feeling nice like that.

Finally, closing his closet, you tread lightly over to him. His eyes sparkle when your dress falls onto the floor. You are clad in nothing but a pair of pink panties. Lace hem with a pretty bow in the middle. He groans. The sight is enough to have him closing his eyes, trying his best to cling to some form of sanity, but the pup in him whines the closer your heat inches towards his length.

"So whiny like this, gonna let me shut you up?" he nods before you even finish the sentence. Agreeing to whatever you say, even if he doesn't know what the next word will be. You laugh before sucking your teeth.

"But what if I wanna make you loud and stupid puppy?" you frown. Rocking your hips forward once. It's enough to have him grab your hips.

"Whatever you want, whatever…j-just, me…touch me." Already so lost that he can't speak properly, but pups don't need to talk well. They just need to take, mewl, beg.

So before you say anything else, you begin a quick pace. clit rubbing against the throbbing base of him. His cock heavy against his abdomen. The damp fabric spurs you on. Feeling it through the thin pink panties. It's so good.

Maki is breathing fast, uneven, as if just having you dryhump his dick without care is taking him somewhere euphoric.

You're needy, teeth itching to bite.

Watching his pretty chest heaving up and down, you eye the dusty, rosy buds. Perk in the cold air of his frat room, practically inviting you to lick at them. Dragging your tongue up one of them without warning makes him squeak cutely.

"N…not there," he panics. A Cheshire grin takes place on your face, ignoring him. Sucking harshly before teething on the buds. Moving from one to the other until he's hot pink all over. Nipples erect and chest sucked to marks. So pretty.

"Puppy, you say one thing but look—" you hold both his pecks in your hand. squeezing them tightly before trying to push the firm muscles together.

It's embarrassing how much he's getting off to this, yet it's nothing new to you. He knows that, but what if he comes too fast? He doesn't wanna! and—

You silence all thoughts in his head.

"Shh, baby, just feel good. No one has to know how sensitive my pretty pups nipples are. No one but mama."

The title gets him close. So close, he flips you both over to gnaw at your shoulder. Rutting his sopping clothed dick up and down your slit. Gasping every time his tip catches at your entrance, he nods.

"Puppy's gonna c-cum mama," he whispers, whiny tone making you clench.

Tugging at his hair, pulling him back until his dazed eyes gaze into yours.

"Yeah, gonna make a mess on my pretty panties? Pull it out, puppy. Wanna feel it all against me." Shaky hands pull at his briefs until they are around his thick thighs. Thighs that are so strong and jiggle slightly as he thrusts his exposed length against the thin fabric that hides you from him.

It's exciting. Knowing he can feel but can't see you yet, he gives in so easily at your request to have him hang heavy against you. Marking your skin with milky white that shoots from his bruising tip.

You notice him whining, moving his chest closer to your face, the pretty pups' silent ask makes you wetter than you can describe. You hum before licking at his nipples again, sucking one and then the other hard. Flicking your tongue as the suction turns his pale skin deep red.

When he cums, he doesn't look away from you. His eyebrows furrow and his droopy eyes hold some tears at the edges. you kiss them away before taking his lips onto your own.

Feverish tongue against tongue and your teeth into his plush bottom lip. Both sighing into the kiss, he pulls back to bite at your neck. Imprinting the skin with a happy hum when he's satisfied with how deep it is. You'd think he's an actual puppy hybrid with how much it states his need and somehow gets him half hard again.

The thick cum on your panties makes you tap it into your clit. Pulling the panties to the side and toying with Maki's cum into your wetness until it's mixed. Shivering, he watches, tongue darting out to wet his lips. You automatically know where his mind went. Your needy lil thing.

"Taste it for me, puppy?"

Yuuji

pet play, praise, dacryphilia

look at me.

look me in the eyes and tell me yuuji isn't the most puppy boy to ever grace this earth

the urge to be good for you is so deeply ingrained his body

he almost automatically wants to fall to his knees whenever he catches your gaze in general

and that's where he's supposed to be... on all fours

he'd love it when you sit anywhere and he can put his head in your lap

needs you to pet him, call his name gently and coo at him

but more than that he daydreams about you cradling his face in your hands and softly kissing him anywhere and everywhere

he would take it all with closed eyes and a slight hitch in his breath

especially if you hit him with the "you've been so strong... my sweet boy. come here.... I've got you."

wouldn't be surprised if the tears start rolling uncontrollably

and even more so when you feel something poking your legs

he wouldn't be able to help it!

he needs to be wanted and made to feel safe and that's all he really needs to get going

Megumi

blindfolds, restraints, edging

he doesn't like admitting to anything at first

bc its megumi like obvs he'd need a second until he trusts you enough

but he thinks about it a lot when he's alone, or whenever his mind drifts off to you

thinks about the little box hidden deep inside of his closet, containing all his toys

whenever he's alone he grabs the soft satin material of the blindfold, or tries out the handcuffs on his own

suddenly laying down on his bed and sheepishly bringing his arms up to the headboard

and in his minds eye he can clearly picture you above him, straddling him with a scheming smile

until you'd rob him of his sight, gently putting the blindfold around him

(he put it over his eyes and tucks the ends between his head and the pillow, before bringing his arms back up)

starts fantasizing a little too much

pressing his thighs together while he can almost feel you grinding down on his growing erection slowly, unable to stop you or get you to speed up

and he'd have it no other way

Nobara

bondage/shibari/kinbaku, katoptronophilia (mirror sex), praise

she's seen the pictures online

of course she has

the beautiful people, strung up from the ceiling in elaborate knots and patterns

and quite frankly she's jealous

she can't stop picturing herself in those pictures and poses, how the ropes would make a slight dent in her skin and the fat underneath

she'd look amazing!

in her fantasy now, you appear behind her, smiling patiently while you get more rope to finish her up, to help her look even better

and it's quite obvious that she wants you to tell her that to, to voice your admiration for her

perhaps you'd bring her to a mirror nearby, make her admire herself for as long as she'd like

gently running your hand over her body, maybe even getting slightly underneath the ropes

it seems... that she has no choice but to order some rope soon

Maki

interrogation roleplay, impact play,

of course.

a challenge for maki. what else!

she wants to work for it, no fun in getting everything right away, what's the point

it started when she saw you getting upset at someone (probably the higher ups in the zenin family lets be real)

and you were upset

neck veins popping out, voice cold and filled with disdain, brows furrowed and clenching your jaw every now and then

it was hot as fuck!

maki can't help but think about that energy (not the anger) being targeted towards her, to see the same expressions but to know that there is a prize, a gift waiting for her at the end

interrogating her about... anything really... and she'd try her damn hardest to get you even more worked up

to make you go harder than usual, to not treat her gently but to let loose

she has to look away when she's fantasizing about you bending her over a desk, spanking her bottom with each question

it feels weird to think about you in that way, especially in front of the zenins (derogatory)

stores that mental note for later because out of everyone she is definitely the one to tell you about it

Inumaki

knismolagnia (tickling), sensation play

intimacy and getting consent from someone who can't really speak a whole lot was difficult at first

but you and inumaki make it work

his little fantasy all came to be when you two decided that before using anything on him, you'd grab it and present it to him

and if he leans forward to kiss it, it's all game

you'd sort of developed a cute habit of grinning and gently running your nails along his neck or just behind his ear

it sent shivers down his spine

but he can't get that sensation out of his mind

even shivering out of nowhere when he thinks about it again

he wants that good, tense feeling not just on his neck

but everywhere

wants you to tickle him with your hands, nails his mind even wanders towards feathers or floggers

and it doesn't stop there

he experiments on his own with candle wax, ice cubes and the like

and it just makes him grow even more frustrated, in the best way possible

he's itching to see you soon again and have you try it all out on his body

Yuuta

free use, orgasm control ("forced" orgasms)

hopelessly devoted yuuta, hm?

he's already deeply and truly in love with you, the hearts practically form immediately when he gets to look at you

you're always on his mind anyway, but lately his mind wanders down naughtier roads

like combining that hopeless devotion with his high libido

and suddenly he's picturing himself doing his chores around the apartment and you wordlessly grabbing him

dragging him to the nearest surface and taking him right then and there

interrupting his daily schedule, multiple times, just to pull him into your bedroom and riding him stupid

forcing his body to cum, even after you've drained him dry

and he'd take it with the same hearts in his eyes

likes the idea of you loving him so much, that you can't keep your hands off of him, for even a second