#tkdb smut

Jin: None.

I know. the KING of frostheim himself, with more money than he can spend in his lifetime and could certainly afford 2 buy you the most expensive, luxurious lingerie sets, prefers you in NOTHING? yea. but please hear me out.

Jin may or may not be a simple person, but what we do know is that he's very clearly attracted to MC, who's shown to be quite simple. Assuming MC is you, and you aren't simple, surprisingly, I don't think that would deter him. He likes you as you are, whether that's plain and simple or extravagant and complicated. In the end, I think this also extends to what lingerie you wanted to wear. He's probably more concerned with your natural beauty rather than how good you look in the lingerie. If you're expecting compliments from him while dressed up in an elaborate set, you'll be sorely disappointed. He likes it best when nothing is in the way of you, when nothing shields your natural beauty from him, when there's nothing for you to hide in. He prefers your bare skin for him to touch and peruse without any fabrics in the way. No lace, no leather, nothing. Just you. After all, he's making love to you, not the lingerie.

Tohma: Something regal. (Examples: here and here)

you'll have to pry the "king's advisor" trope for tohma from my cold, dead hands.

Despite himself and his greed (which i STILL think he possesses btw), I think he loves having something to worship. And what better form of worship is there than to adorn you with the perfect fabrics? The finest silvery silks, the most delicate lace of intricate design, stitches fitted to your exact measurements—is the only kind of lingerie he would even dream of letting adorn your body. When he takes it off of you, he wants to admire the way it is perfectly fitted to your body, and to relish in how the sight of such perfection is reserved strictly for him. Any imperfections? Then it simply isn't good enough, and he wouldn't dare let you wear it. To him, you're everything—so obviously, simply anything just won't do. It has to be perfectly attuned to all your curves and angles, all of which he's studied with teeth and tongue and touch. Only the best for the only person he worships besides the Frostheim King.

Luca: Something bright and simple. (Examples: here and here)

he's rich, but i don't think his tastes in appearance are.

Luca likely isn't one for elaborate sets. He can do without the extra lace and complicated designs. He prefers you in something simple, charming, and sweet. Bralettes, butterfly sleeves, maybe a lace trim, or just something bright in color. He doesn't want you to try too hard to dress yourself up for him. There's no need for that. He likes you simply as you are, but he does think you look your best in something simple. Of course, no matter what you wear, I'm sure he'll compliment you. He will treat you with the utmost reverence, regardless of what you have on. He'll make it known in every kiss, every touch, every low groan that he treasures you. But to him, nothing beats seeing you in something cute and simple. He adores the typicality of it. He's spent his whole life surrounded by silks, but he adores the charm you can convey by wearing something so simple.

Kaito: Anything, really.

i think we all saw this coming.

It doesn't matter to him what you're wrapped up in—leather-style dominatrix or lace and feathers galore—he's all over you. I'd wager he wouldn't even care if it was ill-fitting. Maybe the chest is too tight, or hangs a bit loose, or maybe the lace is sliding off your body or cutting into your curves. He does not care if it's ill-fitting; he cares that it's lingerie, and that you're wearing it, for him no less. He's already over the moon. It'd take Romeo randomly appearing to get him down at this point. His fingers are shaking with so much excitement that he can hardly take it off of you. On top of that, he's probably also hyperventilating and his face is as red as a tomato. He's not focused on the lingerie itself at all. It's more so the concept of it. Give him time. Eventually he'll grow brave enough to trace the outline of your body further down and free the aching tent in his pants.

Alan: He likes things in black. (Examples: here and here, specifically the kind that go over your hips.)

it isn't really until you're wearing sheer black stockings that he starts understanding why people wear lingerie

I don't think Alan much sees the point in lingerie. If it's coming off of you anyway, why wear it? What sense does that make? He's more than willing to indulge you, and thinks you look nice in anything, but it isn't doing as much as seeing you simply naked does. It isn't until you have on a black matching set with black sheer stockings that he pauses. Something about the way the sheer hugs your legs and hips does a total number on him. He can hardly think straight when he holds you this time, almost lamenting having to take the stockings off of you. Alas, he can't fuck you through the stockings without ripping a hole in them. For a while, he's lost in letting his fingers drift from your hips to your thighs and back, tempted to squeeze or bite the skin through the stockings. He may even resort to dry humping you instead, wanting to keep you in the stockings for as long as possible. The added friction does wonders for him.

Sho: Something pink. (Examples: here and here)

he's not sure why, but something about it stirs him up a little.

Sho doesn't really enjoy getting fully undressed for the act. He strikes me as the kind of person who loves seeing his partner disheveled, and clothes messily pulled out of the way just adds to that. He doesn't mind the elaborate designs you wear sometimes, but he's not going to take much time to admire them. He's truly charmed when he tugs your shirt and blazer off your shoulders to make room for more hickeys on your skin, and finds pink lace. It completely enamours him, and he's not sure why. He loves watching it peek over the edge of your shirt, more of it showing as your shirt slides down your shoulder with each thrust. He loves how it looks on you and even prefers shifting your panties to the side rather than taking them off of you. Pink lace on you really does something to him.

Call me crazy but he might just eat you through the panties What? Nevermind. My bad.

Leo: As little covering you as possible. (Examples: here and here (these examples r lowk trash but they're the best i could find))

there's a method to his madness

He likes the idea of unwrapping a gift, so I'm sure he's not complaining if you've got a cute short robe on, but you'd best not make him work for it. No bows, no lace, no intricate designs. He doesn't care for it. I'm not gonna say he's a masochist*, or that he likes being edged**, but he does enjoy being as close as possible to seeing you fully naked without quite being there yet. He revels in the buildup to the finale more than the finale itself. He loves the tease. It keeps him on his toes throughout the whole ordeal. String him along for as long as possible until sparks threaten to pop behind your eyes—then you can peel the pasties off. If you've done it right, he'll finish from that alone.

Haru: None.

well.

Nothing turns him on more than knowing you're not wearing anything underneath your usual clothes. Sorry, but I'm not sorry at all. As I've mentioned before, I think Haru's a quickie kind of guy, considering how he moves around so much and hardly has any time to rest. You would think sex would be the kind of thing he'd want to take his time with, and I don't disagree! On the rare occasion he has time, he would love to take his time with you. However, I cannot be convinced that all his zipping around isn't something he enjoys. If he's got a few minutes, you're nearby, and Peekaboo's preoccupied… Well, he can't just wait until he finally has prolonged periods to rest every time he wants you. But if you happen to (unwisely, i might add) not wear any bra or panties under your uniform while you're helping out, it gives him easy access and he's hard as a rock from knowing about it. When he pulls you behind a nearby shed and slips his fingers up your skirt only to find nothing blocking his way? Your legs are over his shoulders and his lips and tongue are preoccupied for a while until he has to leave again. But stay where you are! Give him 30 minutes! He'll be right back!

Towa: Something flowy and with flowers. (Examples: here and here)

i know, i know. but hear me out.

To him, you are his precious dandelion. He doesn't care what you're wearing—so long as you're still you. That being said, you both likely initially thought he didn't have a preference simply because of his eagerness, regardless of what you wore. But then you wear something that flows with each step you take, floral lace adorning you, and it's like his dandelion has transformed into an angel before him. Usually, sex with Towa is an intense endeavor. It's no different this time, simply that the intensity is in how he smothers you rather than how he fucks you this time. He takes his time appreciating how pretty you look in the lingerie, but once he's done admiring you, he holds you to him and doesn't let your skin separate from his for a moment. Doesn't matter how much the heat builds up, doesn't matter how much you sweat. He's not letting you go. Your chest is pressed to his, your face turned into his shoulder, his arms wrapped tight around you, pinning your own arms to your sides. The only things free are your legs, not that you could control them anyway, with how each thrust of his seems to liquefy your muscles.

Ren: Anything, really. Bonus if you're cosplaying.

again, you'll have 2 pry loser perv ren from my cold, dead hands, guys, im sorry!

He's probably not as picky as you perceive him to be, I promise. You could wear a simple matching lace set with cat ears and he's gone. You could dress up as anything—a catgirl, his favorite character from that gacha game he likes, or that mage in his favorite show that always wears too little clothing. Whatever you dress as, so long as it's perverted and showing off skin, he's hard. It's as simple as that. That being said, I think dressing as a catgirl will always be his favorite. Doesn't matter how many catgirls he sees in his favorite games or shows; none of them will ever measure up to you. He can guarantee that you're the sexiest catgirl he's ever seen, not that he's going to confirm that. It'll simply show in how eager he is to rip the lingerie off of you while leaving the cat ears on.

* = YES HE IS.

** = YES HE DOES.

does anybody else think ren would be in2 fucked up roleplay or is that just me. like. well. actually nvm ill elaborate in a different post…………. maybe ill wait………

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Guttural moans escape Sho’s throat. “Shit, if I’d known you’d let me do this, I’d have fucked you earlier. Dreamt of this pussy from the first moment I saw you, pretty girl.”

You whine, face burning, clinging desperately onto the counter like a lifeline. If Sho weren’t holding you, you would slip to the ground completely boneless.

You never thought he could be like this. Yes, he was in Vagastrom, but from the first day you visited Highway To Home, he was always polite. Friendly even. Offered you free meals, smiles and winks. So you didn’t think any of it and started frequenting his food truck more often until it became a daily routine. You thought you two were friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Until the day he promised to show you how to cook Massaman curry after classes. While stirring the sauce, clumsy as you were, you got your skirt dirty, which led to Sho helping you clean it with a cloth. A little accident. A few seconds until the problem would have been solved, and you would continue cooking like nothing happened. Except—something did happen.

Practically kneeling before you and wiping the cloth over your skirt, Sho suddenly paused. Mid-motion, he became aware of your long legs, the way the hem of your skirt highlighted your thighs. The faint, sweet scent of your perfume enveloped him, his pulse quickening. An all-too-familiar warmth spread through his groin, the bulge straining against his pants. Shit.

He looked up at you, a glint in those deep blue eyes that made you gulp and let heat pool between your legs. “Huh? What’s up?” Your voice trembled as the shift of mood in the cramped space sank in. He was so close.

Sho straightened up, clearing his throat. A faint blush crept on his cheeks, his gaze darting away. “I know I sound fucking stupid right now, but …” He hesitated and scratched the back of his head, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. You couldn’t remember seeing the usual teasing man so insecure before.

The second he looked at you again, your breath hitched. A sliver of desire lingered in his eyes, causing them to darken. Another beat. “I need to … I need you.”

“What?” Before your brain had been able to catch up, he already pressed his lips on yours, hurried and demanding. His hands flew to your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your heart skipped a beat, mind spinning at his obvious need, your senses dulled by his scent—an alluring mix of fresh soap and tangy spices.

When he parted your lips with his tongue, a small sigh escaped you. You cradled his face and opened your mouth for him, hot tongues dancing with each other.

“‘m sorry …” He panted between kisses, chest heaving. “I should have … asked you beforehand.”

“N-no, it’s alright … I want it.” With a racing heart and flushed cheeks, your hands raked over his chest and pulled off his apron.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about him like that—in secret, fleeting half-asleep thoughts at night. Of course you had. Sho was handsome, probably even more than he realized.

“Yeah?” He pulled back slightly, studying your face like even in this heated moment, he wanted to make sure he didn’t misunderstand you. When you nodded, his beautiful face split into a cocky grin. “Fuck. Must be my lucky day, huh?” In one swift move, he brushed the kitchen utensils to the side and flipped you around, his hard length pressing into your ass.

And that’s how you got here now, eyes watering, shameful moans escaping you, while the oh-so-friendly cook stuffs you like he’s afraid he won’t get a second chance.

“Shiiit … ‘m not gonna last long, babe.” He spreads your ass cheeks embarrassingly wide, watching his fat cock plunge effortlessly into your tight hole. “Didn’t expect you to be so—haaah—fucking wet. Feels even better than I imagined.”

You can only whimper in response, the knot in your stomach tightening. He grips your waist harder now, pistoning into you, drawing out whine after whine. You rock your hips back against him, eyelids fluttering every time his heavy balls slap against your clit.

“Want me to—mhmmm—fill you up, pretty girl?” Sho’s broken grunts sound like sandpaper over wood, setting your body alight.

“Yes, please!”

He chuckles and groans at the same time. “God … gonna fill you up so good, babe.”

And then, with one last deliberate thrust, his cock twitches inside you, coating your needy cunt in hot stripes.

Your eyes roll back in your head when you finally clench around him, gripping him like a vice. “Hnngh … ah …! Sho …” You cum so hard your vision blurs, tongue lolling out without thinking.

Sho hisses, overstimulated by you squeezing him after he’d already found release. But he doesn’t pull out, determined to feel you, to prolong the blissful satisfaction. You’re both panting and sweating, hearts racing in unison.

After you calm down, he kisses your neck and slips out, dragging along your sensitive walls and eliciting a small cry from you. With a heavy gulp, you try to steady yourself on your feet. While you straighten your crumpled skirt, Sho pulls up his pants and adjusts his headband.

Red-faced, you both take in the mess you left behind: your drool and slick on the counter, kitchen utensils littered across the floor, the burnt sauce in the pot. Looks like you have more than just your skirt to clean now ...

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Zenji Kotodama

“T-Taroo… it’s too much,” you breathe out, voice trembling somewhere between laughter and tears.

For a heartbeat, he freezes. The teasing glint in his eyes falters, replaced by a flicker of worry. His usual confidence—his ghostly grace and poetic rhythm—seems to waver as he leans over you.

“…Too much?” he echoes softly, as if tasting the words. His hand finds your cheek, thumb brushing away the corner of a tear. “Ah, my dear… if I’ve gone too far—”

You shake your head quickly, and his concern melts into something else entirely. His smile returns, small and helpless. The kind he saves only for you.

“You always do this to me,” he murmurs, half-laughing under his breath. “Saying something so devastatingly honest, and I forget how to breathe.”

He bows his head, pressing his forehead to yours, his voice lower now—sincere, unguarded. “I would never hurt you. Tell me when it’s too much. I’ll listen. Always.”

You nod, fingers curling in the folds of his shirt. The air hums between you, something sacred and breathless.

Zenji stays close but gentler now, every movement guided by you. His usual dramatic air fades into quiet reverence. He studies you like a living verse, his muse and masterpiece all at once.

And when you whisper his name again, small and unsteady, he laughs softly—like someone utterly ruined by love.

“Even when I try to be careful,” he says, “you still undo me.”

Alan Mido

“Alan, it’s… too big.”

The words barely make it past your lips, trembling like a secret you’re afraid to say out loud.

His whole body stills. Concern flickers instantly across his features, his usual calm replaced by quiet panic. “Wait— are you hurt?”

You shake your head quickly, breath catching. “No, I just… I can’t keep up.”

His shoulders relax only slightly. The tension stays in his voice—soft, shaking. “I see. Then… I’ll slow down.”

He leans closer, the warmth of him sinking into you like a promise. “You have to tell me when it’s too much,” he murmurs, almost pleading. “You don’t ever have to pretend.”

When you nod, his hand drifts up to brush your cheek, the gentlest reassurance. His gaze stays locked on yours, as if waiting for you to breathe again before he even dares to move.

“Better?” he asks quietly.

“Yeah,” you whisper.

He exhales a small, relieved laugh and presses his forehead to yours. “Good,” he murmurs.

Jiro Kirisaki

“Jiro, wait— it’s too big.”

His hands freeze mid-motion, gaze snapping to your face. The intensity in his eyes fades into worry.

“Did I… go too far?”

You shake your head, your voice barely a whisper. “No. You’re just—”

He leans in slightly, trying to read you. “Just what?”

“You. You’re overwhelming sometimes.”

A pause. Then a quiet chuckle escapes him, softer than you’ve ever heard. “That’s the first time anyone’s said that to me.”

His fingers brush your hair behind your ear, deliberate and tender. “I’ll slow down,” he says. “I don’t want to miss a single part of this.”

The way he looks at you afterward—like you’re a secret only he was ever meant to discover—makes your heart stumble all over again.

Edward Hart

“Ed— it’s too much.”

His smirk falters for the first time. That confident glint in his eyes dims, replaced by uncertainty. “Too much?”

You nod, breathless, caught somewhere between awe and exasperation. “You always push. You always—”

“Tease?” he finishes, voice quieter now.

You manage a small laugh. “Exactly.”

He leans closer, resting his forehead against yours. “Alright,” he murmurs, his tone losing its edge. “No more teasing.”

Then, a beat later, softer—“You just make it too easy to fall apart.”

When you look up at him again, he’s smiling. Not his usual smug grin—something warmer, unguarded. “Maybe I’m too much,” he admits. “But you make me want to be.”

Towa Otonashi

“Towa, stop— it’s too much!”

He freezes like you just cast a spell on him.

“Wait, what? Too much? Did I hurt you, Dandelion?!”

You burst out laughing through your breathlessness. “No, no! Just— slow down, you idiot!”

His shoulders drop in relief as he grins sheepishly. “Oh. You scared me for a second.”

“You scare me all the time,” you shoot back, half teasing.

“That’s fair,” he admits, rubbing the side of your cheek. Then, quieter: “I don’t ever want to actually scare you, though.”

He crouches so you’re eye-level, voice softer than you’ve ever heard. “If it’s too much, tell me. I’ll listen. I swear.”

You nudge his chest lightly, smiling. “You’re impossible.”

“Maybe,” he says with a grin that could light up the room.

Shohei Haizono

“Sho, it’s— it’s too much.”

He stops instantly. Like someone just pulled the plug on his brain. “Wh—what did I do? Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head, laughing softly. “No, you’re just— too much. Big. Warm. Everything.”

He blinks, then flushes deep red. “I—uh—sorry?”

You giggle. “Don’t apologize, dummy.”

His hands fidget awkwardly before settling gently on your shoulders. “Okay, but… I can tone it down, if you want.”

“I don’t,” you admit.

He stares for a moment, completely still, then lets out a nervous laugh that sounds a little like relief. “Good. Because I don’t think I could anyway.”

You grin up at him. “You really are too much.”

“Yeah,” he says, bashful smile tugging at his lips. “But I’m yours, so it balances out.”

Ren Shiranami

“Ren… it’s too big.”

He scoffs immediately, rolling his eyes.

“What, me? Don’t be dramatic.”

You give him a look. “I’m serious.”

The sarcasm dies on his tongue. He studies you—really studies you—for a moment, then sighs. “Okay. Maybe I got carried away.”

He looks away, muttering under his breath, “You just make it really hard to stay calm, you know?”

You smile, leaning against him. “That’s a compliment, right?”

He grumbles something unintelligible, but his arm finds its way around you anyway. “Whatever. Just tell me next time before I freak out.”

You laugh softly. “Deal.”

You returned to Clementia, exhausted, after another long series of rotten days. Getting yelled at, being belittled, running thankless errands, trying to keep up in classes that you keep missing because you’re going on missions that don’t get you any closer to finding a way to break your curse- it was just too much. You groan as you enter the strange sanctuary that is the defunct dorm you live in, kicking your shoes off haphazardly and nearly tripping over them. Just perfect. You trudged up the stairs to your room and lazily threw your bag on the floor and dropped onto your bed. You need a bath. A nice long, hot bath to wash the awful week you’ve been having away.

A trail of discarded clothes followed you to the bathroom, where you were drawing a brain-meltingly hot bath and adding your favorite bubbles and oils. The inviting scent of tea and lavender already began to soothe your nerves. You slipped into the almost-too-hot water and tried to clear your mind. While the problems did start to fade a little, other concerns worked their way in. Your friends outside Darkwick- how are they? Do they even remember you, or did they get Mesmer matched? Will you even remember anything about them after you turn? You’ve never even really dated before coming to Darkwick. It just never seemed important, but now it’s another item in your long list of regrets. As you let that last item linger, you found yourself wondering what another person would feel like as your hands wandered your body, with one settling on your breast and the other finding its way between your legs.

How different would it feel to have someone else touching your breasts? You shivered as you squeezed your nipple and massaged your breast. You began tracing circles on your clit, imagining all the ways that it might be different to have another person touching you, and the way that they would feel against you. How would their body feel? You slipped your fingers into your fluttering cunt, gasping at the feeling of being filled. You fucked yourself with increasingly frenzied energy, using the heel of your palm to rub your clit as you pumped your fingers in and out. Your mind then started picturing the ghouls- who would you even feel comfortable doing anything like this with? The coil that had been winding in your pussy snapped, throwing you into a pitching and shaking orgasm, and you screamed his name.

Sho.

Sho Haizono.

You'd be lying if you said that you weren't into him, even if he did nearly hit you with Bonnie the first time you met. That smile that always made you face feel a little warm no matter how many times he flashed it at you, and the way your knees go weak any time he accidentally brushes your hand when he's handing you something. He's been really sweet, in a teasing kind of way, ever since you got to know each other, and it does seem like his eyes linger a little longer than they had when you first met. His sparkling sapphire eyes. Your pulse quickened again at the notion of those playful eyes looking over your naked form, taking you in like you were a fine dish that he couldn't wait to taste. But what does he taste like?

He always smells clean somehow, even when you saw him right after he leaves the truck or working out. There is something pleasantly musky on him after the workout though, something that always made you quiver in a way you could never quantify. It would be so easy for him to bend you over the counter in the truck. You've helped him in there between classes many times, when the truck was closed, no one would know if... You slipped your fingers inside yourself again, inhaling sharply. You pictured what he looks like- you know he's fairly muscular, having seen a him right after he finished working out. Running your hands over his chest and back must be- your heat clenched around your fingers that suddenly felt inadequate. His large hands sinking into your hips as he fucked you.... the way his breath would feel on your neck, his voice soft in your ear. Your back arched as you reached the tipping point.

And you broke. You screamed his name again, vigorously fucking yourself to thoughts of being bent over his counter with him whispering filthy things in your ear as he railed you, chasing his own end. Each time you pumped your fingers, it made you see stars, and you heard his voice in your mind. "Oh, senpai. Just like that." You screamed his name again before you sunk into the water up to your chin, panting and quivering. Your brain buzzed with his voice and feelings of bliss.

*PING*

You were snapped out of your daydreaming by the dreaded sound of your infernal phone. "Who the fuck wants what the fuck now?" you screamed internally. You swallowed hard. It was Sho. Please, please don't have been standing outside. Please don't have just heard me screaming your name. Please just let it be awkward coincidence. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

When you saw that it was asking for help at the truck, you nearly cried with relief. He hadn't heard. He didn't know. But how in the world are you going to be able to work next to him in the truck, having just fucked yourself to thoughts about him fucking you on the counter in there?

When you arrived at the truck, you tried your hardest to act normally, but every time you looked at him, your face grew hot and your walls clenched around nothing, wishing for all the world that it was him. You kept catching whiffs of him and his clean, slightly soapy scent, and he was lightly sweating from the heat in the truck. "Breathe, you nutjob," you scolded yourself, "He is your friend. Don't be weird."

"Senpai, are you okay? Your face is bright red and your heart is racing."

"Y-yeah, the heat is g-getting to me is all."

"Ah, I'm working you too hard" he teased, and handed you a drink from the refrigerator behind him. "Working you." You opened it and took several long sips, hoping to use the cold to settle yourself down while you finished helping him with the prep work. It apparently didn't work, as he took you by the shoulders and made you look at him. His touch was electric, even through your uniform, and you prayed to all things that he couldn't tell what was really going on with you. "Hey, no offense, you're looking really off. Sit down for a few minutes. I can take care of the rest of this."

It might have been a combination of the heat and your heat, but the words started tumbling from your mouth. "Sho, I'm running out of time before the curse takes over, andI'veneverhadtime-" Sho cut you off with a smile and "Easy, senpai. One thing at a time. What's up?'

You took a deep hitching breath and began, "I don't have a lot of time left..." He half nodded and fixed his eyes on yours. "And... this is so embarrassing... I've never had a boyfriend." Another hitching breath and a few tears. Without thinking, he gently wiped them away with his thumbs and nodded at you to continue. "Well.... I don't have enough time to have a relationship.... but..." a full sob cut you off, and you turned your face down, trying to hide your tears and humiliation. "Senpai," he called softly, lifting your face with a gentle hand, "What do you need me to do? How do I help?" You managed to choke out that you want to at least try the physical parts of a relationship before it's too late. He cupped your cheeks and leaned toward you, close enough to feel his breath on your lips.

"This?"

You murmured a quivering yes and tilted your head slightly to meet his lips. His lips were so soft on yours, and he tasted slightly sweet. He pushed your mouth open, exploring it with his tongue, his hands now cradling the back of your head. Your arms circled his waist and you ran your fingers up and down his back. A moan escaped you, and he huffed a little laugh.

"Senpai, did you just moan?" Your face had never felt so hot, and you wished that the earth would swallow you. You started to look away again, trying to hide your almost certainly beet red face. He caught it and kissed you softly again, "It was cute. But if you want to do this, maybe not here? You never know who's listening." That last sentence came with a light eyeroll and a playful smile. "I'd like to do something special, though. Give me a few days to get things together for it?" You nodded, a little confused. "We'll have to get together at your place. Too many ears at mine." Another playful grin. "I'll text you as soon as I have everything ready." He pressed you with another soft, passionate kiss, this time pulling your entire body tight against his. Your heat felt like he just dumped gasoline on the fire, and it pulsed when you realized that he was partially hard.

Over the next few days, the two of you slipped away to make out every chance you got. Neither of you came during any of your little trysts, so you had to sneak away afterward to finish yourself off just to function. Leo made an offhand comment to you about the way Sho keeps looking at you, probably trying to snoop, but you managed to play it off with a quip that it's nothing, and he's only mad because Sho doesn't look at him that way. Whether he bought it or not was unclear, but Leo didn't bring it up again.

After those few slow, yet thrilling, days, Sho texted you.

"Hey, I have everything. Are you free tonight?"

"Hey, Sho! Yeah, I'm free any time after 4."

"Great, I'll meet you then."

Your stomach lurched and all the emotions hit you at once. You've been painfully aroused for days, very nervous, very excited, a weird little bit of sad that you couldn't explain, and you had no idea how to process any of it. You paced back and forth in the chapel, shaking your hands and trying to breathe yourself into something resembling normal. You jumped with a squeak when you heard him knock on the door.

He had several bags in his hands, with his roguish smile playing on his lips. "I had to hide this stuff in the truck so no snoops would figure out that something is up." You giggled nervously and let him in, and locked the door behind him. "K-keeping the snoops away," you said with another nervous laugh when he shot you a teasing look. He leaned in and kissed you, flicking his tongue against yours.

"Where's your kitchen?

You led him to the small kitchen off the chapel, apologizing for the lack of facilities. He kissed your cheek and told you to relax. "It's better than the one in Vagastrom. Here, take this," he said, handing you a sealed paper bag, "It's for later." You held the mystery bag, confused, but decided to not question it. He told you to sit down, and he started bustling around the kitchen. The two of you carried on fairly normal coversations- classes, missions, favorite things. Just... normal. It did a lot toward setting your mind at ease and distracting you from your nerves about later on. Before long, the scent of his cooking tickled your nose.

"Sho, that smells fantastic. What is it?"

"It's something I came up with. It's chicken and vegetables in a light sauce. I thought I'd make something special and that wouldn't sit heavily on the stomach. Y'know, something that doesn't weigh you down." You were really touched by his thoughtfulness, but the round about reminder of the plans for later made your stomach flip. "I really appreciate you doing all of this. It's very sweet." "It's nothing, senpai. Just wanted to do something special for you." You blushed and felt tears prickle your eyes. He really is so sweet, whether he'll admit it or not.

After a few more minutes, he brought two plates to the table. It looked amazing, and he obviously put effort into plating. "Wow, Sho!" You looked at him with amazement, and he smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. "It's not a big deal," he said with another crooked smile. He leaned across the table and gave you another kiss before telling you to eat before it gets cold.

It was easily one of the best meals you had ever eaten in your life, and you told him as much. "We haven't had dessert yet," he grinned. He took the mystery bag to the counter and plated something up. You were confused when he returned with only one fork. He set the plate in front of you and pulled his chair over to your side of the table. He carefully took a forkful of the decadent looking dessert and held it to your lips. "Here," he whispered thickly, "have a bite."

It was every bit as decadent as it looked, and it melted in your mouth. He smiled at your obvious enjoyment and waited until you finished the bite. You looked at him with slight confusion, "Sho, aren't you-" He cut you off with a kiss, tasting it on your lips. "I thought it might taste better this way." The two of you repeated this several times, each time the kiss lasting longer, and getting more insistent and heated. A soft moan slipped from your lips, and he slipped his fingers into your hair and around the back of your head. You heard the fork clatter to the plate somewhere in the distance, and he put his arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap. He wrapped his arms tight around you, running his hands up and down over your back before settling on your ass. You ground your hips down on his, pulling a sigh from both of you. "Let's take this to your room, senpai." You hummed nervously, and he lifted you with one arm before retrieving the mystery bag, and started up the stairs.

By the time you got to your room, both of your shirts were unbuttoned, and you were kissing his neck. He carelessly put the bag on your nightstand before falling into bed with you, now locked into a heated, passionate kiss. Both of you were panting and running your hands all over each other, and he was grinding his hard cock against your already wet panties, further wetting them with your juices. You started to pull his shirt away from his shoulders, when he told you to wait. "I have a surprise first," he whispered on your lips, flashing that playful smile.

He rose from where the two of you were lying and reached into the mystery bag and pulled out two small bottles. "They're flavored massage oils. I thought it might be a nice way to start." He pulled your shirt off and dripped several drops down your torso. He dragged his hands down your body, and pressed them into soft massaging movements. He cupped his hands on your breasts, paying special attention to your nipples. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and with a lively glint, slowly traced his tongue over your hardened nipple. You gasped loudly and wrapped your hands around his shoulders. He huffed and softly sucked it while one hand traveled down your body, slipping just under your skirt and massaged your inner thigh.

He caught your eyes, seeking your permission before proceeding. You bit your lip, feeling your nerves begin to burn and your muscles tremble. You nodded a tiny yes and tried to calm yourself. He won't hurt you if he can help it. He's always been good to you. His hand rubbed lightly over your pulsing heat, not yet breaching your panties. Sho returned to your face to kiss you, pushing your mouth open and eagerly exploring it. He straddled your leg, grinding on your thigh while panting softly. He pushed your panties aside and slipped his fingers between your folds, skillfully skimming over your clit before settling into light circles on it.

You moaned sharply on his lips, arching your back. He started kissing your neck, breathing hard against your neck and ear. He huffed and hooked his fingers on your panties and pulled them down as far as he could from his position. "These need to go," he groaned. He pulled your panties off, discarding them somewhere on the floor and gave his shirt the same treatment. "Let's get rid of this," he said, tugging your skirt off. He kissed his way up your leg, all the while looking at you with a playful glimmer in his eyes. Sho gently pushed your legs apart, continuing the kiss trail up the your soaking wet core. You murmured a nervous sound and started to sit up. He placed a soft hand on your belly and told you to relax. "What if I taste bad?" "You'll taste good. This will help prep you." A knot twisted in your stomach at the reminder of why he was there.

Sho pressed a kiss on your clit before he rolled his tongue over it. You moaned a high pitch chatter and twisted your fingers in his hair. It was softer than you expected. He hummed an amused tone and flicked his tongue several times. Your back arched involuntarily and your thighs shook as he continued the dance. You fully screamed when he slipped his fingers into you, curling his fingers on your g spot. He was already building the tension and heat in your belly. Your fantasies paled in comparison to what he was creating in you. The way his fingers hit your soft spot so much better than your fingers could reach. The way he was kissing and licking your clit was like nothing you had ever experienced. "F-fuck, Sho...so good... ah... I'm gonna..." It was everything you could do to get the words out, and he hummed at you in that same amused tone.

Your vision went white and your ears were ringing. Your hands twisted tighter in his hair, and your legs spasmed and shook over his shoulders. The way he was touching you was electric, and he was sending wave after wave of sparks and light through your body. It was apparent that he was enjoying this almost as much as you, if his moans and hard breathing were anything to go by. While he was working you over, he had loosened his pants and had been rubbing himself in his own desire. Once you were fully blissed out, he rejoined you in the bed and kissed you. You tasted yourself on his lips, and while it was unusual, it wasn't bad. "Told you that you would taste good," he said with a smirk.

You sighed contentedly, and turned so you could press yourself to him. It was only then that you realized that his pants were partially off, and you actually saw his cock. It was a little large, both thicker and longer than average, but no so much so that it scared you. "I want to see what you taste like," you hummed shyly, "Can I?" For the first time in the entire time you had known him, his cheeks turned slightly pink. He cupped your cheek and stared into your eyes, looking almost confused. "You want to?" You hummed and trailed your fingers over his chest and stomach, enjoying the feel of his tensing muscles. You wrapped your trembling hand around him, and he inhaled sharply when you pumped your hand up and down over his length. "Let me get these off," he breathed, gesturing to his pants.

After finishing undressing, Sho laid back on your bed, lying tensely on your pillow. You kissed him and resumed stroking him, pulling soft groans from his throat in between sharp inhales. You pulled back from his face slightly with a nervous huff, and started kissing your way down from his neck. Just before you reached the lowest part of his stomach, he caught your chin with a gentle hand and turned you up to face him. "You're sure? You don't have to." You bit your lip and nodded, curious where this shy Sho has been hiding. He never seemed anything less than confident, cocky even, so this was new. You held his eyes and gave the head a few little licks to test the waters.

You gave a few longer licks from the base to the tip, and felt just bold enough to take the head in your mouth. His arms shot up behind his head, gripping your pillow tightly as his eyes rolled back. His breath shuddered and he groaned loudly, "Sen- y/n, that's- ha- I can't- ah- last- hold on." He pulled your face away, his cock leaving your mouth with a pop. "I can't last long like that. I don't want to finish too soon." You smiled, your turn for mischievous looks, and told him that you have all night. "I'll try to tell you before. I cum a lot. I don't want to surprise you." You grinned and licked him from base to tip, and took him as far into your mouth as you could. Sho fell hard back onto your pillow, a loud sigh, tinged with a deep moan, escaped his lips.

As you slowly bobbed your head up and down, being careful to not hit your throat and gag, you watched as he fought to stay still. All of his muscles tensed and strained, his hands pulled and tore at all parts of your bedding as his tension built. His breath came in rasping moans and a light sweat broke over his entire body. You weren't sure if it was a good idea, but you reached for his hand and placed it on the back of your head. His hand guided your head only briefly before re-grabbing your sheets. "Can't do that- uh- ha-ah! 'M bout to!" You tried to ready yourself for whatever "a lot" meant.

You weren't ready. He involuntarily thrust his hips upward, nearly hitting your gag reflex, when it hit him. You were doing your best to swallow it as he shot one thick roped after another, cock throbbing in with each, but there was so much that it still ran out of your mouth and onto his lap. You still had a small mouthful when he pulled your face away from his softening cock. He was breathing hard and twitching. "Ha, uh, you can spit it out," he panted, "It's a lot." You tried to discretely spit it into your bedside trashcan, but it was still sticky and wet sounding. You were dismayed to see just how much had gotten past you, and started hunting around for something to wipe it away with. You found a clean towel and approached the bed. "It's fine, just leave it for now." He opened his arms, gesturing you to come lie with him.

Once you were settled into his arms, he kissed you deeply and ran his fingers softly through your hair. "Sho, I haven't brushed my teeth yet," you tried to protest. "Can't ask you to put it in your mouth if I'm not willing to taste it, too." The two of you laid there for a time, basking in your shared afterglow and the way your bodies felt together. After a while, Sho shifted slightly in the bed and huffed. "Still got that towel nearby?" You handed it to him, and he cleaned his front before having you sit up. "Let's put this under us."

You stomach clenched again when he told you to lie on your stomach. "I-I want to, you know, be f-facing you when..." you trailed off, voice barely above a whisper. "I won't do it until you want me to, I promise," he crooned, "Now lie down." You settled in the way he told you, and several cold drops fell over your back. Sho carefully worked the oil into your skin, occasionally kissing and licking the area that he was massaging. It was surprising how something could be so arousing and relaxing at the same time. When he shifted to work on different parts of your back and waist, his cock would brush over your skin, though you couldn't tell if it was on purpose. What you could tell from those brushes was that he was hard again.

When he began working his way down your legs, his touches started becoming more insistent, regardless of his attempt to contain his own desire. He pushed your legs apart, working your inner thighs, but also occasionally swiping a thumb or finger over your core. You moaned loudly at one contact, spurring him to start massaging your clit. His hands were burning hot, and the heat of his hands was compounding that fire he was starting to build inside you. You whined and arched your back, giving him better access to your entrance. You cried loudly when he slipped a long finger into your cunt, walls squeezing over him, but yearning for more. "You're so beautiful," he said in a hushed tone. "Sho-o... I want to." You were embarrassed to say it out loud, but he did say that he wouldn't do it until you told him.

Once you had rolled onto your back, he shifted you to be in the center of the bed. He parted your thighs with his own, you grinding on one another's. Sho fixed his sapphire eyes, pupils blown, on yours and lightly caressed your cheek. "You're shaking really bad. You sure? No pressure." You bit your quivering lip and nodded before pulling him into a heated kiss. You felt him rubbing himself over your core, making your legs twitch and your stomach knot up. "He looked into your eyes again, "You positive?" You nodded, tears in your eyes, and wrapped your arms tightly around him.

"I'll be gentle."

True to his word, he was very slow and careful as he worked his way in with small, incremental thrusts, going just a little deeper with each. He stopped several times, checking on you and making sure that you wanted to keep going. You nodded each time, squeezing your arms tighter around him. The stretch still burned immensely, and you still ended up burying your face in his shoulder to hide the sobs that kept escaping your throat. When he finally bottomed out, he stopped and waited for you to calm down. "You okay?" he whispered softly against your cheek. You nodded, tears still rolling down your cheeks. "Just need a minute. It's a lot." He kissed your forehead tenderly before pressing his against it.

While he waited for you, he kissed all over your face and neck and ran his hands up and down your sides, occasionally sinking his fingers into the soft flesh or your hips and thighs or grasping your ass. As your body adjusted to being filled like this, you were able to loosen your arms so that your hands could wander as well. Your ability to move was pretty minimal, but you were able to move just enough to slowly rock your hips under him. His body stiffened slightly in an effort to control his movements as you carefully slid up and down his length. "Sho, you feel really good," you murmured shakily. "You, too, y/n. Are you ready for me to move?"

When you hummed at him, he bit his lip and firmly gripped your ass. "Tell me if it hurts." He pulled a long, slow thrust and, with his grip as leverage, pushed hard to bottom out deeper with a grind at the bottom. Your hands clenched reflexively, sinking your nails into his back, and you yelped. Sho immediately froze, searching your face. "Too much?" "No, just surprised. I didn't know-" As soon as he knew you were alright, he did it again, starting into a steady rhythm, pulling soft whines and mewls from you. He fell into a heavy kiss with you, breaking only when you were breathing too heavily to be able to breathe through your noses. The tension was starting to pool heavily in your pussy, weight and heat building with each push. Your movements started to become erractic as he pushed you closer. "Sh-sho! I'm about to!" you squeaked, entire body trembling from the tension. He hummed that amused tone that you had heard many times that evening, and pushed you over the edge.

The world went black for just a moment before the weight crashed in and the star light flashed behind your eyes. He used his leverage to sink himself and stay deep, working your soft spots relentlessly. It was a nearly continuous electric spark shower through your body, and the light from it felt nearly blinding. He panted against your neck, not slowing until you were fully fucked out and going slightly limp under him. "Sho," you sighed, "wow. I- wow." He huffed against your cheek before crashing his lips into yours. "There's still something else I want to show you."

You hummed a question mark at him, too blissed out to make a coherent statement. "Take a minute, and catch your breath, senpai." He thrust in and out of you slowly as the buzzing in your brain settled down and you came back to reality.

"Feeling okay?"

"Mmhmm."

He nodded and pulled out.

"Roll onto your side." You were confused, but did it. "Pull your top leg up to your chest." More confused, but you did it. When he straddled your bottom leg, you were completely lost. "What is he doing?" Having gotten himself in the right position, he flicked his eyes back to meet yours again, pupils still blown, but completely serious. "This one gets really deep. Tell me if it hurts." You nodded in your bewilderment and propped your head up on your arm, trying to watch what he's doing. He angled his hips slightly downward and pushed into you.

It took your breath away. Literally. You couldn't breathe for a few seconds when he bottomed out because you were so shocked by how deep he was. There was a slight twinge at the bottom, but it was incredible feeling his length fully sliding in and out. He gripped you by the hips, lifting you slightly to fully align with him. Your eyes rolled back and you whined, causing him to freeze again. When you looked at him, he was cautiously studying your face, deep blue eyes sparking with heat. "'M okay. Promise," you sighed with a slight tremble, "Just surprised." His eyes stayed fixed on your face for several minutes, slowly pumping with each thrust bottoming out, watching you carefully.

Only after he was certain that you weren't in pain did he start chasing his own pleasure with a deep groan. You looked at him to see his head thrown back and his face flushed, a sweat beginning to bead over his forehead. His fingers were starting to sink into your skin, and he was breathing harder. Which is not to say that you weren't also heading for another orgasm. With the twinge gone, each time he bottomed out hit a spark shower from you, like a smith's hammer in a forge. You didn't know what to do with your hands in that position, so you settled for holding his wrist and your pillow as the coil started winding tighter and tighter. You made little shrieks and high pitched moans, begging him to keep going, that it was so good, that you needed him- and you screamed.

The snap was massive, and your entire body shook with the force of it. Your pussy pulsated around him at each thrust, making him pant and thrust harder. You felt fluid running from your cunt with wet sounds, squeezed out from the force of your clenches. Entire galaxies burned in your mind and stars exploded inside you and you screamed his name between moans. Though it was distant, you were aware that he was also shaking and groaning, thrusting harder and faster than he had all night. "Sen- Y/n!" was all he managed before his own explosion came in shuddering pumps and loud grunts. The wet sounds and fluids running from you got significantly more intense, and you would have been embarrassed at any point before now.

You were fully and thoroughly exhausted, your hand falling from his wrist onto the bed in front of you. You felt him shifting, letting your hips back down on the mattress before pulling out. Another large spurt of fluid seeped from between your lead-like legs when he did, which felt uncomfortable, but you were too tired to care. If he noticed, he didn't say anything. He flopped down in front of you and pulled you tight to his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair and kissed the top of your head. You could hear that his pulse was up ever-so-slightly, and the warmth of his chest was incredibly comfortable. He kissed the top of your head again and murmured, "How do you feel, senpai?" You hummed a contented sound and nuzzled into his chest before dozing slightly. Your heard his breathing deepen and his pulse slowed, fingers still playing with your hair.

You awoke some time later to his fingers grazing up and down your side, his lips whispering soft wake ups in your ear. Your eyes flew open, forgetting for a moment that he was supposed to be there. "Easy, easy. It's getting really late. Or really early, I guess." You looked at your clock, shocked to see that it was after 3. "I thought showers and water might be good." You remembered the immense volume of fluids that you were still covered in, and suddenly felt obscene. You hummed and sat up, shocked to see that the towel was absolutely soaked, even after you two had slept a for a few hours. You huffed a bashful laugh about the towel probably not being enough to keep the sheets clean. He rubbed the back of his neck and confessed that he's never made anyone squirt before, so he only planned for his own fluids.

You felt your face turn dark red at his statement. You had no idea what that meant, but were sure it wasn't normal. "I... what?" His cheeks turned pink, and he explained what it is. You were back to wishing the earth would swallow you whole when he cracked a smile and said he took it as a compliment. You didn't feel any less embarrassed, but you were relieved that he didn't find it gross, at least. He rose from his side of the bed and came to kneel in front of you. "I had a great time with you tonight, but," your stomach dropped through the floor at that word. He cracked that wonderful roguish grin, "We might need to order a mattress protector if we want to keep doing this."

“All of the other people that the Honor’s Student trusts are out on a mission currently,” Nicolas says quietly, “So for now, we would like to keep their condition under wraps. I’m sure you understand.”

Shion mumbles something under his breath that Jo is glad Nicolas does not hear.

After the events of your mission with Dionysia, you had become feverish and unintelligible, reaching out for that one, special ghoul. He’d taken you to see Nicolas almost immediately.

And where one member of Dionysia goes, the rest are sure to follow.

They were not given any answers or updates to your condition, except for Nicolas coming in to tell them that you had been taken home.

If they had not told them to wait, that there was more information to be had, Jo is certain Shion would have stormed Clementia and demanded answers as to what happened to you.

So Nicolas sat them all down and told them what was occurring. 

From what it sounded like, you could just wait it out. That would be the safer option of the two. The other option is, of course, to have someone accompany you to bed. Jo is, once again, glad that Shion has not yet computed this, and is far too busy stewing in rage and the anomaly that infected you.

But as Jo turned to look back at Shion, he’s gone.

“Elias,” Jo sighs, feeling a headache coming on, “What direction did Shion go in?”

“I believe there’s only one place he could have gone,” Elias grins, always so easy, rolling a lollipop across his tongue.

Mio says nothing, stands up, and stretches out his arms—again, as though this is a job and your condition can just be fixed.

You must be in pain—you sounded pained when they dragged you back to Darkwick, whimpering and squirming in your seat. Some of your whines were far too heated to be appropriate, but out of pure concern for you they did not mention it.

“I hope you can find Shion okay,” Nicolas smiles softly, “Please let me know of any developments you notice. I have other patients to tend to.”

And with that, they are without professor supervision.

Clementia looks almost sad when they arrive, no doubt feeling the effects of its only resident being ill. Shion seems to be attempting to scale the walls, his hands scrambling for purchase in the old bricks.

Mio glances at the door and thinks about how tough it must actually be, despite Shion’s (in poor taste) teasing. His posture is rigid, worried, and Jo finds himself agreeing.

Elias looks up at what he knows is your bedroom window, hands in his pockets. His posture is completely relaxed, like he owns Clementia and is just coming to visit a tenant.

Jo walks right up to the front door and knocks on it again. He calls your name softly, not wanting to wake you if you are asleep, but—

You slowly open the door, and out of the corner of his eye Jo catches Shion’s head whipping toward the sound.

You don’t say hi or hello, you don’t reassure him, you simply stumble into his arms and grip them so tightly your knuckles turn white.

And then, you whisper a name.

So wrecked and tortured and desperate that Jo can’t help but swallow thickly.

“I’ll take care of it,” he promises you, because in every scenario you can always count on him.

And with that, he turns to face his dorm members.

who did you ask for?

Alan: Tbh I think Alan is more of a thighs person. However, he tends to prefer his partner to have more curves because when he holds them, he isn't too afraid of hurting them, if that makes sense. I also think that due to the fact his hands are pretty large, he would love to be able to have someone who fits right into his palm or even kneads you enough to have the skin press between his fingers. I mean, I would enjoy that if I had large hands myself.

Taiga: Now, I think Taiga also prefers someone with more curves, but at the same time, he just dgaf. If it is an established relationship kind of situation, I think he really does not care what size you are. But if it is some type of fwb or hookup type of situation, then I think he would prefer someone with more curves.

It really depends on his mood. Since people always say he is a freak and into all that BDSM stuff, I just think he would prefer someone chubby and curvy with big breasts for him to hold onto. They just look pretty erotic when he puts his straps on them. He does not really care.

Sho: Bro, I also think he prefers this because his hands are quite large too. He likes the sensation of something fully sitting in his palms. Also, I can imagine he is quite clingy when he has had an exhausting day, and squeezing your boobs is like a way of stress relief to him. So, big boobs might be better for him to knead around?

Ren: This is funny because I feel like he is very respectful when it comes to looking at anybody, especially when you consider how he reacts when people keep touching him. I also feel like this might likely stem from the fact he works at his dad's beach stall and meets all types of people everyday. A handsome young man like him might have met quite a few handsy customers. I can imagine he switches places with female workers so they won't be harassed by those customers, putting himself in that position instead. I also think Ren is kind of used to seeing all types of breasts because he works on a beach. He just does not really care, and no one should be constantly staring at people's boobs because it is weird and considered harassment. So, his eyes are very respectful.

But the thing is, he is tall, so sometimes he sees everything even when he does not mean to. If you are shorter than him and have large breasts, he can definitely see them when he looks down at you. Looking down at your head and your breasts might make him combust and turn into a puddle of a mess. For the sake of his reputation and not being called a pervert, I feel like he prefers an average size. I also feel like his hands are large and he prefers to have that filling sensation when he touches you.

"My face is down here, why are you looking up at the sky, Ren?"

He is just trying not to have a restraining order filed against him.

Elias: I just like to assume that if he ever had any ex-partners, most of them had large breasts as a pattern, though he does not really notice that. People just like him first, and if he feels the same way, he dates them. If he thinks about it more seriously, I would say any size is fine with him. If it is you, then it is you. Though, if he has a partner in general, I would say he prefers them large. There is no particular reason to be honest; he just likes them that way. He especially loves when they bounce when you ride him. Oh, what a sight to see.

Jiro: Surprise, surprise. Tbh, I view him as someone who dgaf what size it is. As long as it is the person he likes, he likes it all. He might straight up tell you that too. But I can imagine that if you have large breasts and just suddenly hug him, his face buries in your soft breasts and suddenly he feels so cozy and nice. Oh, he knows about human anatomy, but being able to touch such a heavenly sensation is a first time experience. He enjoys that more than he thought he would.

I would say Jiro is more a guy of texture than size, if that makes sense. He likes when it is soft and squeezable. So size does not really matter, but most soft breasts are quite large, so I would say large breasts. His preference is any size, as long as it is soft.

Tohma: Now, I want to say this man does not really have a preference, as long as it is not a cutting board like me, and that it is good enough for him. But I can imagine Tohma back in his Vagastrom days. All his partners or the people who approached him had large breasts. He just has this aura that attracts these women, and he also enjoys their company, so one thing led to another. If you consider that pattern as him loving large breasts, then he does. He has no shame admitting that either.

But as I said, I do not think he would think much about the size because, to Tohma, his amusement comes from being able to edge you all over the place, turn you into a mess, and make you beg him to let you cum. So, breasts are not what he puts at the top of his list. Any size is fine.

Those who prefer smaller to medium breasts

Edward: Oh, how surprising, but I just feel like Ed is the type to enjoy you wrapped in some clothes from his ancient time, and he takes enjoyment in taking those off of you. It is a big turn on for him. He prefers small to medium, I suppose. It also makes him feel closer to you when he cradles you in his arms, if that makes sense. B and C cups, or slightly over, are fine. He prefers more about how they look in attire.

Romeo: I don't know, I just feel like he would enjoy designing some clothes for you, and a medium size just works easier for him. It is not that he has no confidence in making clothes for a large breast size. He just likes the fact that his hands can hold you just right and all. C to D cups, and over, are fine. Same as Ed, attire is important to turn him on if the clothes hug your breasts just right.

Lucas: I do not think he has a preference, but the people he dates tend to be around a medium size, I suppose. I can imagine Lucas has that dirty little secret where he loves tea-time dresses a lot. If you wear one, he will be all over the place that day, and if you rile him up enough, he will get a boner. He loves the sight of your breasts flopping out from behind the soft fabric while he drives himself inside you with the dress all puddled up around your waist. Any size is fine because he focuses more on the attire and how erotic you look in those clothes.

Kaito: I feel like he just feels his hands are too small for large breasts, and it hits his masculine insecurity a bit. So he prefers a medium size because it feels like a perfect fit. Though, even if you have a larger size, he would be more than happy to please you. I can imagine him having that lactation kink also. He would spend all day between your boobs, sucking on your nipples until they get hard. He also enjoys it if he can make you wet just from playing with your breasts. C to D cups, and slightly over, are fine.

Zenji: I just know he is a freak who is into traditional Japanese bondage! He has several poems and paintings of your erotic poses from when you two are together. So, likewise, I must say he enjoys whatever size you are. However, he leans more into small to medium because it is a bit easier for him to tie you up in those red ropes.

He also likes the fact that his hands are large enough that your breasts cannot fill his palm, which turns him on a bit. I also think he would be into a significant size gap because I always imagine Zenji to be quite tall, likely around the same height as Jiro or even taller than him, who knows. He takes pride in his fingers, so he would like to tease you relentlessly, especially by playing with your boobs. He prefers medium to large sizes.

Subaru and Haku

I just feel these two fall into the same category because they would die to see you in some traditional attire. It does not matter if you are large or small because those outfits will always hug you just right, enough to hide away your curves but also enough for them to see how perfect you are.

Haku: He straight up says he wants to see you in a Hakama. I think he would prefer a medium to large size because he would like to see your breasts flop out when he is able to take the fabric off of you. He would plant soft kisses all over your breasts and put one or two marks there, because only he gets to see that.

I also imagine he is the type that likes when you wear some outfit that shows your cleavage, as it is so erotic and beautiful at the same time, and all for his eyes to see. He also likes that you always tease him by sending him pictures of your cleavage. Sometime he wishes he were not that busy so he could spend more time drowning between your breasts.

Subaru: I would say he would love to see you in his stage attire. There is something very intimate about that, though he cannot quite put his finger on it. I say medium to large also because when he touches you, he can see all the memories of all the times you naughtily touched yourself while moaning out his name so desperately and needily. He just knows you love having your nipples teased and played with. He learns everything through your own dirty memories, dear.

Those who prefer medium to large breasts

Mio: Yep, he is a man of culture. I feel like he would be into skinship a lot, but he is also shy. He loves the sensation when you hug him from the back while he is working, pressing your boobs all over his back and rubbing on them a bit, especially on days you both wear thin clothing because, well, handywork is heated. He can feel your boobs rub against his back and get all flustered. If you wear no bra, he can also feel your nipples press on him, which turns him on more than he admits.

He loves the sensation of your breasts being larger than his hands, and how when he sucks and licks your nipples, it always feels overwhelming because your breasts are even larger than his face. He would be too shy to admit that, but he is into that, if you know what I mean. Reward the hardworking man!

Rui: Yeah, I think he is the same on medium and large, but overall he does not really care about the size. However, I would say those girls he used to date or hook up with tended to have quite large breasts, so there is a pattern. Though, if he is dating someone seriously, then he won't really think much of size or preference. He would still like to have something to palm his hand around. The same as Sho, this man needs some stress relief balls, and what else is better than your breasts?

Ritsu: Lactation kink, I am not repeating myself. He is down bad for that and might be too embarrassed to admit it at first. He loves those massive, giant breasts, okay?

Though, I think he would not have a preference. He just kind of discovers things when he is with you, and breasts are one of a few. Like, how can he be so weak against a person's body part? Then he collapses right into your arms, buries his face between your breasts, and takes a great nap.

I also feel like the sensation when he is fucking you face-to-face and you needily cling onto him is intense. Your breasts rub against his sweaty skin, creating such a heating, burning sensation that he can cum right away. Also, he loves it when you ride him and let him suck on your breasts at the same time. He would likely never leave his mouth empty when he fucks you.

No particular preference

Jo: I think he prefers your breast size entirely based on how you prefer his in his female form. Like, do you like small, medium or large? She likely can turn to any size if that is what you want. So, what do you want, darling? Though, I would say he would love to have a breast pillow also. After a day of running around for his tasks and trying to find Shion, he would enjoy it when you are on his lap, letting him press his face against your breasts as you cock-warm him so slowly and so torturously. He loves to multitask if that is what you like too.

Jin: I would say he does not care about size because the people he used to sleep with are likely very diverse. Most of them are quite elegant, so I think he prefers the way people carry themselves more than just their size.

Though, I would say that in bed, he loves when you play with your own breasts while moving your hips to match his rhythm. That is so fucking lewd and he enjoys that way far more than he admits. There is something about the way you are underneath him and trembling, mindlessly playing with yourself and begging him to make you cum. Such a pretty sight to see.

Towa: You ask what this man prefers and he just says 'Dandelion'

So whatever the size is, he loves it regardless. Also, I feel like he squeezes your boobs a lot. It is very interesting to him because he does not have any, and it is so soft and squeezable. You make cute sounds when he touches you there, and he would love to hear that lovely sound again, dandelion.

Lyca: Why are you asking him this? He is all blushing now!

Though, I would say Lyca prefers small boobs, but because he has never really been with anyone, any size is fine to him. As long as it is you, he would love to enjoy the moment with you. But I can imagine an inexperienced Lyca can be quite rough, which likely means he would bite your nipples a bit too hard and leave his teeth marks everywhere on your boobs. He just loves marking you, that is all.

Shion: He would cut that part of you and put it in some specimen glass if he could. I'm just kidding, kind of. Anyway, I think he does not have a preference at all, but small maybe? Because he likes the feeling of you fitting right into his arms. But as I said, size does not matter to him, he just likes you regardless. If you ask him what size he prefers, I feel like he would either say he hates every size or likes every size, because he never admits his preference out loud about anything.

Yuri: I just like to think he does not even think of that until you ask. What an indecent question! What are you on about? Though he does not admit it, I feel like Yuri's preference is very diverse. It can come from small to extremely large, as he loves the human body. Whatever body type or size you are, he just loves it all, especially your breasts. He likes being able to hear your heartbeat, but he also enjoys being drowned between your soft skin. It just feels that good to him. So, there is no specific preference. He just likes you.

Leo: His preference is also very diverse because he whores himself out with different types of people. So small, medium or large, whatever, he does not look at people's size and instead decides he prefers the personality and technique.

Really? Personality. Yes, personality!

You see how he attaches to Alan and Sho, he has great taste in personality, you must admit that! If you have large breasts, I can imagine he makes a few dirty jokes enough to rile you up. He likes to fondle your boobs and bury himself between them, and he might even take some pictures with his face buried between them, as he is so fucking shameless and dirty at the same time. If you are small, then well, he would start telling Sho that if his cutting board ever gets broken or moldy, to just use you instead because it is flat enough to dice some vegetables on.

“Ugh. Stop fucking moving, Honor Roll.” Leo bitched against your ears.

“You think I'm doing this on purpose? It’s because my back is fucking killing me in this position.”

To say you’re pissed off would be an understatement. 

Leo decided, all by himself mind you, that the two of you should snoop around a different office to get more info on any inmates’ files. What he didn’t expect (even though you explicitly warned him!) is that other patrol guards might suddenly check the area out. Something, something about how all the guards in charge of this office go to lunch during this time.

After a few minutes of Leo opening up cabinets and looking at files, you hear several footsteps coming towards where you were.

“Leo!” You hissed. “We gotta hide, now! I hear footsteps coming our way.”

Leo turned around to face you with a scowl, “What?! Why didn’t you tell me sooner? That was your one job!”

“Well maybe because someone didn’t even attempt to be quiet so I couldn’t hear shit!”

You quickly scanned your surroundings and thankfully, the office you were currently in had a door to the right. Where it leads to or what was in it was a mystery to you but it was the only place you could quickly think of to hide.

“Ugh, just get in there!” You grab the sleeve of his uniform and yank him towards the door; pushing him inside and promptly closing the door behind you.

Indeed, the door did not lead to another room but rather a small storage closet…Well, that’s what you think with the lack of wiggle space as you feel Leo’s legs touching yours.

Due to the urgency of not wanting to be caught, the position you found the two of you in were not ideal. Facing each other, Leo’s arms were to the side of your head, extended to touch the wall behind you so he doesn’t fall on top of you. His legs were also slightly apart, letting you sneak just in between them. Your arms have a little more moving space but still cramped; you opted to cross your arms across your chest. 

Indistinct conversations could be heard from the other side of the door. Something about how they forgot their water bottle or their phone here for lunch. Eventually, after a few rustling and some keys clinking, the sounds outside die down.

Seeing Leo open his mouth to say something, you hastily put a hand on his mouth to shut him up. Can he just wait a few more minutes until you’re absolutely certain the guards are gone?!

Straining your ear close to the door so you could check if someone was still there or not, you suddenly hear Leo use his stigma.

“Haxs…” Watching him close his eyes, you still for a moment. “I don’t hear anything. They’re gone. Hurry up and open the door.”

Trusting his stigma, you snake an arm around all the mops and buckets, finally reaching the door handle and turning it. Except it wouldn’t open. 

A few more turns and even some pushes later, you turn to look at Leo.

Your hand still on his mouth, his question is muffled, “What’s the big deal?”

“It's locked…” You say as you remove your hand from him.

“Huh? So, how do we get out now?! You got us trapped in here!”

Oh how badly you wanted to say ‘This wouldn’t have happened if you listened to me,’ but you held your comment to think of some ideas. “Keep on using your stigma until you hear either Alan or Sho nearby. Then we’ll just yell out for them to open the door.”

“What?! Who knows when they’ll come this way? We’ll be here forever!”

“Okay, Genius. Do you have other ideas or would you rather us get caught, get kicked out of this prison, and fail the mission?”

Leo huffs, “Whatever, fine. Just stand up a little straighter so I can adjust my legs, they’re killing me and I can’t move.”

“I don’t have the luxury to move too, dumbass.” Nevertheless, you still attempt to make the position more comfy. If the two of you were to stay here for who knows how long, you might as well try to be a little relaxed.

Putting your hands on his shoulders for more support, you attempt to push yourself up a bit so his legs wouldn’t be so close to yours. Unbeknownst to you, doing that accidentally rubbed your legs up his slacks.

Leo suddenly winced, “W-Wait. Stop. Don’t do that.”

“Huh? So, I shouldn’t move?” And you move back to your previous position, brushing down against his half-hardened cock again.

Leo groans at that, heading hanging low as he starts to breathe heavily. You're confused at his reaction. Are his legs cramping that bad? That’s why you were trying to move around…

“Ha...Just stop fucking moving your legs. It keeps on touching my dick.”

You didn’t expect him to blatantly blurt out what you were accidentally doing. 

Quickly removing your hands off his shoulder, your mouth opens and a blush creeps up your face, “Oh shit. S-Sorry, didn’t mean to.”

Leo ignores your apology and looks up, slightly biting his lips at this irritating situation he’s currently stuck in. He can’t believe he let this happen. Getting hard? Really? Because he’s stuck in a dirty closet with you? Ugh. Totally uncool.

“You, um, okay?” 

Leo huffs, clearly annoyed by his predicament, “What do you think? Just shut up for a few seconds, I’ll be fine.”

After a few awkward minutes, Leo is still trying to calm his breath but you can slightly feel his bulge against one of your thighs.

Taking pity on his situation, you decide to speak up again, “Do you, uh, need help? I could try…”

Leo doesn’t reply right away but rather looks down into your eyes with a perplexed expression. You can tell that he’s debating on what to say. You did just offer to jerk him off in an old, stuffy closet. “Ugh. Yes, fine. Fine. Only because I don’t know when we’ll get out of here.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

You start to move your hands downwards to his pants, slightly lifting up his uniform’s shirt to unzip his bottoms. Struggling a bit since you can’t see well in this semi-dark space, you eventually slide his pants to his knees. 

Free of his tight uniform, Leo bites back a moan. He can’t believe he’s doing this here. Honestly, he’s been dreaming of you giving him a handjob one too many times but not in a musty closet in a prison!

Now that his underwear is free, you slowly start to slide them down as well. “Okay. Um. I’m going to take out your dick now.”

“Just fucking do it already!”

Damn. You were just trying to be careful but he’s still being an asshole. If he wants you to jerk him off so badly then, fine, you’ll do it. 

Taking it out of his confines, both your hands hold his cock. He’s already fully hard and you can feel a bit of his precum at the tip. Without warning you start to move your hands up and down the length of his shaft.

You hear his breath hitch and feel his cock twitch. He’s sensitive to your touch. The all too sudden intense warmth of your hand around him makes him shudder. 

Moans and curses quickly start to fall out of his mouth. Hearing them were wonderful and it doesn’t even look like he’s trying to suppress them. You hate to admit it but he sounds incredibly hot right now. Not being able to move from his position, his arms are still against the wall while his dick is at the mercy of your hands. He’s already leaking so much precum that it’s trailing down your hand.

Rubbing your own thighs together, you whisper, “Shut up a bit or you’re gonna get us caught by someone.”

Embarrassed that he’s even moaning so hard in the first place, Leo attempts to save face. “D-Did you pull me in here with the intention to do this, Honor Roll? I bet you’re enjoying this as much as I am. Hah, shit…” 

He’s enjoying this?

“You think? I wouldn’t be doing this if you just listened to my warnings beforehand.” With that, you speed up stroking his cock, repeatedly swiping your thumb across his tip. 

Leo’s body jolts at that, closing his eyes as he tries his best to stifle a loud whine. The feeling of your hand on his cock is overwhelming. It's only your hands, not even your mouth or your cunt, yet, it feels too good. Holy fuck why does it feel so good? 

You remove one hand from his cock and bring it to his chin, pulling it slightly down so his face is facing you, “Look at me.”

Hearing your command, he opens his eyes. Making eye contact makes his hips start to buck up into your hands. If he strains his eyes, he can see a slight blush on your face too. With a particular rub on his tip, his mouth hangs open.

“A-Ahh. Nghh!”

Leo can’t help but wonder what you think of him at the moment. Does he look good right now? Are you also aroused seeing him like this? He hopes he looks cute in front of you, begging for release as he continues to jerk his hips towards your hand.

“Hah, fuck…Go fucking faster,” Leo whines while bucking his hips upward.

You scoff a bit at his demand, momentarily slowing down your hands, “Is that how you talk to someone who has your dick in their hands?”

“Hngh…Fuck, fuck…Fine please, please go faster, [Name],” Leo pleads, “I’m so close. L-Let me cum.”

With the announcement that he’s about to come, you tighten your fist and flick your wrist up and down his length faster. Your eyes never leave his, seeing the way small tears start to creep up on his eyes. You simply couldn’t force yourself to look away and your pussy throbs a bit as his expression. 

Your hand that was previously on his chin goes to grab his balls, massaging them against your palm. Helpless loud whimpers begin falling from his mouth and you gaze towards his lips. You lean up to capture his mouth, immediately swirling your tongues together.

The wet sounds of your kiss and his cock can be heard. His tongue piercing feels cold against your tongue, pulling a small groan from your own mouth. Leo’s hips are twitching erratically into your hand. He can’t focus on anything except wanting to come. He’s so close, just a little more.

After one more brush over his tip, his arms slightly give up, head falling against your shoulder. His thighs shake as spurts of warm cum spills on your hand. There’s so much of it you probably won’t be able to clean it up.

His cock still stutters in your hand after he’s come down. Slightly stroking him through his orgasm, Leo breathes heavily against your neck.

“Hah…Hah…Fuck.” 

A few moments pass and you let go of his soft cock. His chest is still heaving from his climax and his lips are swollen from the kiss you two just shared.

Lifting his head from your shoulder he looks up at you and grumbles, “Don’t ever tell Sho about this.”

You scoff, wiping the hand covered with his cum on the side of his shirt, “Wasn’t going to. A thank you would be nice though.”

He sighs, “Yeah, thanks…” Then a smirk quickly rises up on his face as he teases, “Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying what you were seeing though. I saw you rubbing your thighs together.”

“S-Shut up!” Turning your head to the side, “What? You expect me to not get turned on seeing you moaning so loudly?!”

“I can return the favour, y’know. Haven’t heard anything from outside yet. Seems like we’ll be here for a while.”

You mull over his offer, “Fine…But don’t tell Sho about this as well…Alan too…”

Leo laughs at your response, immediately nudging your legs closer to the wall, “Move back as much as you can. Give me some space.”