#tw.shibari

Sneaking off whilst others are racing for heavy makeouts, hiding behind Kojiro's big frame, his, strong hands holding you steady whilst Kaoru fingers you. If you're too loud he gags you with his long fingers, letting you suck and drool on them. Sometimes he'll pinch your nose and watch your struggles

Kojiro and you getting handsy whilst baking and thinking you’ve gotten away until Kaoru sees the flour handprints on your bodies. He ties up Kojiro and puts a cockring on his denying him a release whilst he has you in shibari and a vibe on you, making you come over and over again as punishment

Kaoru using his calligraphy brushes on you, gives you a few tattoos and praises you for your beauty. Then fucks you with the handle of the pen. Has the audacity to use the pen during a calligraphy tournament

Betting on you when they race “if i win, i’m breeding her all night!” “Gorilla, when I win I’m tying her up and fucking her until she cries.”

Carla probably has recorded a few homemade videos pornos

Kaoru is definitely a stricter dom than Kojiro- the green haired male will allow you to break a few rules and is a bit more lenient. Kaoru will punish you if you are bad

I feel like Kaoru likes fox girls or cat girls whilst Kojiro likes puppy girls

“How fucking pathetic,” Scaramouche sneers down at you.

You’re on your knees before him, a common place for you since the moment the Harbingers’ attention had found interest in you.

The venom in his words only spur on the searing pleasure coursing through your veins. Perhaps it was pain, but your pretty little mind was far too gone to decipher the way your body quaked at the way his eyes pierced into you.

“You asked so sweetly to touch me...” Each word slammed into your skull in tandem with the way your heart pounded harshly in your chest, threatening to drown out his voice in your ears. Indigo eyes were mere centimeters from your own, lithe fingers digging into your flushed cheeks with an unbearably tight grip as he spoke, “And yet you can’t even do that right, hmm?”

“P-please…” Your voice trembled before trailing off, the sight of yourself reflected in his eyes stealing the air straight from your lungs.

Your pretty little face was wrecked by bliss-- messy tears staining their way down your cheeks and drool coating your quivering lips, reddened and puffy-- you were the picturesque definition of pure ecstasy.

“Please?” He reprimanded you in a mocking tone, as if the very word itself was grating for him to say.

“Sir, p-please, wanna touch you…” Desperation was evident in your voice and even more so in your actions that followed. Your arms had long since gone numb, a beautiful diamond pattern of rope restricting them behind your back, and yet you still struggled to try and reach out to touch him.

Pitiful whimpers left your swollen lips-- each one fueling the twisted desire that exuded from him while he watched you struggle. He loosened his grip on your face, fingers trailing their way behind your head only to tangle into your hair and yank your head back.

The way you gasped, body arching and following him like a little marionette tethered to his every whim-- all of it had a shiver running up his spine and a venomous laugh curving his lips into a devilish smile.

“Open your mouth.” His command left no room for negotiations, a mere moment of hesitation was treason and would be punished accordingly.

The second your glistening lips parted, his fingers were pushing their way inside, gagging you as he pressed them to the back of your throat. He straightened his posture-- his face no longer intimidatingly close-- but his presence alone was menacing enough and had your every nerve aflame.

Your eyes never left his face-- impish expressions playing on his features while his fingers explored your mouth, gliding across your tongue before pulling out to the tips of his knuckles only to shove them roughly down your throat again.

He continued with his ministrations until he grew impatient-- fingers swiftly replaced by the tip of his cock prodding at your parted lips, smearing his precum across your bottom lip before sliding past and resting heavily against your tongue.

Your eyes widened, glued to the way his own bore down into your very being and left you feeling exposed to your core. He enveloped every one of your senses-- Scaramouche truly had utter and complete control over you.

“Swallow.” His tone was harsh, irritated that you had to be commanded to move despite how eagerly you had been begging him earlier. He emphasized his words by tightening his grip on the back of your head, roughly pushing his cock down your throat until you did as you were told-- eager to please him and desperate for his praise.

The salty taste of his precum engulfed your senses-- tongue keenly lapping at every drop while your throat tightened around his cock each time you swallowed.

You could feel the way your drool trickled out around his cock, coating his balls each time you took him deeper.

Fresh tears burned their way into your vision, blurring it until you squeezed your eyes shut, attempting to focus on the heat building up in the pit of your stomach each time his cock stretched your pretty little throat open.

Your mind began to slip away from you-- all of your thoughts a blissed-out haze until Scaramouche clicked his tongue.

“Tch, so fucking useless.” His words scorched their way into your chest, painful and degrading, but before you could look up at him both of his hands were on either side of your head. “I’ll do it myself.”

The pace he set had you seeing bursts of white, eyes rolled back and lungs on fire as you struggled to breathe around his onslaught.

Each thrust was surrounded by the lewd sound of you gagging around his cock-- his low and breathy moans almost drowned out completely.

You had gone completely dumb from the pleasure-- body trembling and thighs twitching agonizingly in an attempt to relieve the growing arousal in your core. However, Scaramouche completely ignored you as he chased his own high, using your pretty little throat as a glorified fleshlight.

His cock twitched against your tongue, his pace beginning to stutter with every thrust of his hips. He was excruciatingly close to his own orgasm-- one last slam of his cock against the back of your throat had him cumming.

You could feel how battered your throat was as you struggled to swallow his cum-- his cock stayed stuffed inside until you thought you’d suffocate around him.

When he finally pulled out your throat spasmed-- a coughing fit threatening to choke the flow of fresh air suddenly filling your lungs.

“t-thank you, sir…” Your voice didn’t feel like your own, disembodied and hoarse with every word you spoke.

You didn’t wait for his response before leaning forward-- laving kitten licks against his softening cock in an attempt to clean him of any remaining cum.

yj who has to keep his cool when he's so jealous because you're still considered as one of the students he takes care of, making it hard for him to make your relationship public. so when he found some of your classmates, leaving friendly yet lingering touch on your skin and a birthday present for you, he'd make sure that you'll use the present well.