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A Dangerous Disposition | Baji Keisuke x Fem!Reader (NSFW/18+) [Enemies to Lovers]

And I know, I know, I am what I am The mouth of the wolf, the eyes of the lamb So darling, will you saturate? (Rain - Sleep Token)

cw: MDNI, fem!reader, pretty much canon!Baji (a little mean, teases reader, cheeky bastard, iykyk), enemies to lovers, secret mutual pining, explicit smut, ptv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (princess, babe, baby), all characters are aged up ; wc: 6.2k auth note: my contribution to the Summertime Madness Collab, hosted by @saccharine-darlin ! this is my first time writing for Baji, so i hope i do him justice for the diehard Baji simps. endless thanks to my beloved loml Dara~ for beta reading this. likes, comments, and reblogs are ALWAYS appreciated ! 💙 ~ part of the @enchantedforest-network 🌿

When Emma asked you to come camping with her and the Toman group, you were pretty excited to get away for a night and enjoy time with your friends. Things had been busy with school and work, so a weekend in the woods to breathe in fresh air and clear your head sounded like the perfect stress reliever. 

Until you found out that Keisuke Baji would also be going on the trip. 

It was no secret that you weren’t fond of Baji from the beginning, having been introduced to him by Emma after you ended up going to the same elementary school a long time ago. Baji and Mikey were childhood best friends, so any time you went to the Sano house to hang out with Emma, chances were high that Baji was running around playing with Mikey somewhere. The first time you met Baji, he had nearly crashed into you, chasing Mikey with a toy sword. He didn’t even stop to apologize after almost hitting you, instead scolding you for being in his way. You were dumbfounded by his rudeness, but Emma explained to you that it was just how Baji was, and implored you to ignore him.

But how could you when he often made his presence known? How he often teased you the more you came around? Sometimes he would call you stupid, make faces at you, or hide your belongings until you begged him to give them back. By the time you hit middle school, you offered a truce and to be friends with him, to which he replied that he “already had enough friends.” When you heard that he was failing some of his college courses, you even gave him an offhand comment about tutoring him, getting nothing but a scoff in return. To you, Keisuke Baji was the textbook image of a delinquent. 

He was stubborn, annoying, loud, impulsive, and reckless… and you had to spend the next twenty four hours in the woods with him.

The ride to the camping spot was insufferable, being that you got stuck in the same car as Baji, who talked the entire time. How you wished the radio had been turned up louder, or that you had at least remembered your damn headphones. Thankfully Emma offered to sit between you in the backseat or you might have flung yourself out the window.

Tent pitching was a comical activity, most of them being assembled by either Draken or Mitsuya. Baji, the ever stubborn one, insisted on trying three times before nearly destroying the entire thing and accepting a helping hand. You chose the farthest spot from the short-fused brute in hopes of avoiding him for most of the trip, but Baji knew how to catch your attention, voluntarily or not.

You hated how much you noticed him, ever present in the forefront of your mind. You hated how rich the tone of his voice was, and how it made your palms sweat when he talked to you. In those moments where he made some teasing comment to you, you couldn’t stop your ears from burning when you looked at his smug, beautiful face. You could play it off as rage, but you knew it was a different story. 

The most infuriating part of Keisuke Baji was that you liked him, and you really wished you didn’t.

A simple activity like enjoying s’mores on the fire and friendly banter in the night wasn’t even off limits to Baji’s antics. 

“Need help with that, princess?” God, you hated when he called you that because it was never endearing. 

“No, I’m more than capable of toasting my own marshmallows.”

Of course he wouldn’t leave it there. He had to stand in front of you and lean down while you were sitting patiently waiting for your turn on the fire. “You wanna get toasty together later, hmm?”

You scoffed at his offer. “Kick rocks, Keisuke.”

“Ahh fine,” Baji yielded. “Don’t know what you’re missing.” He tied his hair back in his signature ponytail so as to not singe his hair as he crouched near the fire. Fuck, why did he have to look so gorgeous in the glow of the flames, igniting the amber glow in his eyes, dancing streams of light across his skin…

You could hear Emma begging Mikey to sleep in Baji’s tent because apparently he missed the memo that he wasn’t sharing with Draken. Emma was desperate for alone time with Ken, but Mikey refused on account that Baji “snores like a freight train.” You noticed Mitsuya and Hakkai laugh at the exchange, knowing full well there wasn’t room in their tent. Takemichi and Hina also didn’t have room, and thankfully your friend didn't try to dump her brother on you and make you uncomfortable. 

Soon enough, you felt a raindrop hit your face. “Hey, did anyone check the weather report before we came out here?”

In seconds, everyone else realized it was about to storm with the impending clouds covering the moon and the quickening rainfall.

“Welp, guess it’s time to call it a night,” Draken announced. Emma shot Mikey an annoyed look as she watched him run into the tent she intended for her and Ken.

One by one, everyone retreated into their respective tents as the rain started getting heavier, extinguishing the campfire. You reached your own tent, zipping up the opening just in time before you got too soaked. Some camping trip this was shaping up to be…

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The rain was definitely coming down, and not showing any signs of stopping. The sound of the droplets hitting the top of your tent were keeping you awake, on top of the fact that the temperature dropped, and the ground was getting colder. 

You were shivering in your sleeping bag, praying the storm would pass soon so you had some hope of getting a little rest. You curled yourself up as tight as you could under the thin material and huffed a few breaths onto your hands to try and warm them up. 

Suddenly, through the steady sound of the sheets of rain, you heard something right outside your tent. You peeled your head out from your sleeping bag, but realized you wouldn’t be able to see anything now that the fire was out. Where was that flashlight? Everything was nearly pitch black, and all you could make out was the thin outline of the opening of your tent, zipped up tight. 

Until it wasn’t. 

You could feel damp air entering the small space inside and realized… someone was coming in. You couldn’t help but panic for a moment, hoping it was at least someone in your group of friends and not some deranged murderer that came from the forest. You didn’t even have a weapon. You sat up to defend yourself in whatever capacity you could, and scrambled to find that stupid tiny flashlight you carelessly tossed somewhere inside the tent. Your fingertips found the cold metal and you quickly turned it on and pointed it at the intruder.

“Shhh, it’s me, it’s just me!” It was Keisuke Baji, soaked and holding up his hands in surrender, eyes screwed shut from the sudden burst of light directed in his eyes.

Registering his presence, You lowered the light from his face and let out an exasperated sigh. “Baji, what the fuck? What are you doing in my tent in the middle of the night? You know it’s pouring right?”

“Yeah, thanks, Sherlock,” Baji said with an aggressive tone. There’s a hole in my fucking tent. I had rain dripping on my head and couldn’t sleep, so I had to find somewhere else to go.”

“So you decided on my tent?” You said annoyed. 

There were drops of rainwater falling from the ends of his black hair, and his shirt was damp, sticking to his chest and shoulders. “Look, everyone else is already paired up. You’re the only person that has room.”

He wasn’t lying and you knew it, but dammit did this have to be happening? Baji has annoyed you to hell and back for years now, all the while you fought the deep urges to give into your hidden attraction to the man. You could count the number of times he was actually nice to you on one hand, so why should you do him a favor now?

But proposing another option was escaping you. It was late, and you just wanted to try and get some sleep. You audibly groaned and knitted your brows together. This will have to do.

“Fine… but I don’t have an extra sleeping bag.” You awkwardly shuffled yourself over to the side to give him enough room to relax. “And don’t touch me.”

Baji waved a dismissive hand to you, “Wouldn’t dream of it, princess.” 

You began situating yourself in your new sleeping spot when your eyes traveled back up to him for a split second, noticing he was now removing his shirt over his head. “Wh-what are you doing?!”

“You don’t expect me to sleep in a wet shirt, do you?” Baji used his shirt to try and soak up some moisture from his hair, tossing it in the corner of the tent afterwards.

You were hoping that the light of your flashlight was pointed far enough away from your face for him to notice the way your cheeks were now slightly reddened. Baji wasn’t a bad looking guy– he was actually gorgeous up close, with well defined abs and broad shoulders to match, but you couldn’t feed that into his obnoxious ego. You shook yourself out of the intrusive thoughts clouding your mind as Baji laid himself down on the bottom of the tent.

“Aren’t you going to be cold?” you asked.

“Why, you offering some warmth for me, babe?” Baji retorted cheekily.

All you could manage to use as a reply was a scoff, to which Baji let out a dry chuckle. 

“Don’t worry about me, I run pretty warm.”

There he was, completely relaxed with his hands behind his head, half naked and hair splayed out to dry. He wasn’t so bad when he wasn’t talking or being an ass. You clicked the flashlight off and turned over to face away from him, curling into the thin material of your sleeping bag, hoping to be able to sleep for a few hours at least.

Once again, all you were left with was the sound of the ever present rainfall above the tent. You weren’t getting any warmer or more comfortable, so all you did was lay there, huddled and shivering and cursing yourself for not bringing an extra sweatshirt. It must have been at least twenty minutes of torture until Baji spoke again.

“How am I supposed to sleep with you chattering your teeth like that?”

You hadn’t realized that you were, indeed, shivering so hard that your teeth were making the annoying incessant sound inside the confines of the tent. 

“S-sorry,” was all you could manage to get out.

“Don’t be sorry, just… shut up, yeah?” You were about to roll over to smack the attitude out of him, but before you could, you suddenly felt something warm against your back. You craned your neck to look behind you and Baji was now flush against you, arms folded at his chest and his face mere inches from your head. You immediately stiffened. 

“I– I told you not to touch me!” you blurted out.

Baji kept his eyes closed and huffed out a breath of air. “I’m not touching you– The sleeping bag is between us. Just trying to warm you up for both of our sakes.”

You took a moment to process his action. He was… almost cuddling you. There were no entangled limbs or any closeness other than his body heat traveling from him to the material wrapped around your back. And you could feel yourself beginning to relax, it was comforting, and not as unbearable as you thought. Though, it could just be the desperation for warmth to fall asleep that was accepting his position against you. You didn’t give any response to his justification. You lay there, still facing away from the one person you had wished wasn’t in your tent right now.

But was that true?

You were attracted to Baji, despite his shit personality. It was unfair how beautiful he was, having been captivated by his presence one too many times when he wasn’t looking, subconsciously rubbing your thighs together thinking about how nice it would be if he were between them. And now you knew he was warm, and your body had an involuntary craving for more of it. For more of him.

A few aching minutes went by, and you could hear Baji clear his throat. He hadn’t fallen asleep yet, despite you ceasing to chatter your teeth.

“Still not asleep?” you ask weakly.

There was a short pause from behind you. “Nope.”

Dammit, what are you doing? You sat up and unzipped the side of your sleeping bag. “Get in.”

“Huh? Get in what?” 

“In the sleeping bag, dummy,” you said sternly. “It’s… just to help the both of us, right?”

It was still extremely dark, even with the slight adjustment your eyes developed to the shadows of the night, so you couldn’t tell what kind of face Baji was making at you. You imagined it was pretty incredulous, though.

“But you said–”

“I know what I said, but just… look, I’m trying to be nice here!” You were frustrated with yourself for giving into this weakness that Baji somehow had over you despite his undesirable tone. This was a stupid idea. Every time you tried to be nice to Baji, he threw it back in your face or shoved it off altogether. Why would things change now?

You started to hear shuffling around and felt more warmth enter your space. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t make any snide remark, laugh at your kindness, or tell you that you were stupid. He was actually doing what you suggested, sharing your sleeping bag.

Oh fuck, you were sharing your sleeping bag.

“Ya know,” Baji started, trying to shuffle himself inside the small enclosed blanket with you, “you must own the smallest damn sleeping bag they make.” It was proving to be quite the task– He was basically on top of you, his damp tendrils of hair wisping at your face as he scrunched himself against you. Now it was warm, way too warm. 

You felt your body react immediately to the close proximity as it suddenly remembered how to create body heat. It started at your face and your ears, then moved down to your chest to stoke the fire within its cavity, creeping down to your core where you could now feel slick against your panties. Thank god it’s dark.

Baji was trying to pull the zipper of the sleeping bag back up when you placed your hand on his chest. “Baji, it’s fine don’t w–” You stopped mid sentence because you forgot that he tossed his shirt somewhere in the tent, and you were touching his bare chest. 

Baji froze as well, looming over you and not moving so much as a muscle. But the only muscle he couldn’t control was his heart, and you could feel it beating a mile a minute through his hot skin. You could have removed your hand from him… but you kept it there for a few long moments. If the rain hadn’t been so damn loud, you swore you’d be able to hear his heartbeat.

“Baji… is everything alright?” you hesitantly asked.

“Uh… yeah, why?” he responded with a hint of feigned confidence.

“It feels like your heart is about to jump out of your chest. Is something…” you trailed off and silently pondered the one question you had brewing in your mind. Was he nervous to be this close to you?

He was silent, barely breathing at this point, and you couldn’t even see his face through the thick darkness. 

“You don’t actually hate me… do you?” you pried. All these years of his teasing and too-good-for-you attitude seemed to shatter at that very moment. His heart beating like a nervous schoolboy and flinching at your question.

“I… I never hated you.” 

“Well then what the fuck, Keisuke?!” You were annoyed now. How could he face you like this and pretend like he didn’t pick on you since you two were kids? The only reason you had such bitterness towards him was because his jesting and taunting were uncalled for from the start. You had hoped you and Baji could have been friends if he had shown a shred of kindness toward you. 

“And what about you?” Baji retorted, “You’ve been just as horrible to me for as long as I can remember. You’re not innocent here, princess.”

You scoff at the shadow above you. “You get what you give, Keisuke. Isn’t that the way it goes? I was only returning what you’ve given to me since the moment I met you.” You pushed your palm harder against his hard chest and heaved a sigh. “If you had just been nicer to me, we could have been friends.”

“Tch,” Baji exhaled sharply. “So that’s it, just want me to be nice to ya, huh?”

“Yes! That’s all I’ve ever want—“ 

A soft pair of lips interrupted you, damp hair resting on your cheeks and cascading onto your neck. Baji kissed you with so much want, that excited heartbeat fluttering under your fingertips. Part of you wanted to push his face away, but the other was willingly accepting the sudden gesture. It was a battle inside you waiting to see which side would win, confused and frustrated about how you should react. 

But you were kissing him back, gently carding your fingers through his messy hair and pulling him into you. His lips felt warm and velvety, not at all what you were expecting from the rough exterior of him. One of his calloused hands sneaking under your shirt to rub tender circles on your hip bone, his touch tickling your nerves with every point of contact.

Baji pulled back, and you were both left to catch your breath. A small chuckle rumbled from his chest. “You don’t actually hate me either, huh?”

Your face felt like it was on fire, your cheeks more than likely flushed to hell and back for reciprocating his advance, but in this current moment you just couldn’t care to fight him off. “Shut up, Keisuke–”

This time it was you that kissed him, pulling him back down to your eager mouth, wanting to taste more. His tongue begged entrance to meet with yours, brushing against your bottom lip. Your lips parted to let him in, allowing your wet muscles to become acquainted with each other. You unashamedly drank him in with fervor, trying to pull him in even closer. 

You were chest to heaving chest now, swelling breaths in between each hot kiss. His hand pushed your shirt up ever so slightly and you felt more of your skin make contact with his, burning as they brushed against each other. There was a fire beginning to light in your core, an itch desperate to be scratched. 

Baji’s mouth trailed down to your neck, nipping and biting with alarmingly sharp teeth that sent shivers down your spine, your arms wrapping around him, feeling his flexing back muscles. Everything was so hot, a stark contrast to the way you were feeling not even an hour ago. The air around the two of you was palpable, you could almost taste the moisture in the air from the rainstorm outside, all the heavy panting camouflaged by the white noise of nature.

“God, it’s so fucking hot,” you breathed out in frustration. You could feel sweat forming on your skin.

Baji licked at one of the marks he presumably placed on your neck. “Already warmed up then?” He pulled at the neckline of your shirt with his teeth. “Care if I take this off? Can’t have you passin’ out on me.” 

You lifted your arms to allow him to pull your shirt over your head, freeing your chest now damp with sweat and you found some relief from the way he pulled the zipper of the sleeping bag all the way open so you both could get some air. 

Baji seemed to give you a few moments to breathe in the coolness of the tent, all while shifting himself between your legs, sliding his rough hands along your thighs in what felt like an attempt to sooth you. He was actually being nice, exuding patience you didn’t know he had.

“Better now?” he asked after a pause.

“Yeah… I think I’m okay now.” It was easier to breathe, to think, and process what the hell was happening between you and someone you now knew had no actual hatred for you. Of course, you didn’t hate him either, the years-long charade being broken down right before you in this small tent so far away from your actual lives. You considered that this might not even be real, but a strange dream about the man you’ve pined for in the most muted tone you could manage for all these years.

Baji’s hands traveled further up your body in the dark, gingerly grasping at parts of you that you were suddenly realizing you wished he had touched way before now. His touch was heavy, weighted, like the sheets of rain coming down from the sky above this bubble that was created for just the two of you.

“Do you know where that flashlight is?” you hear him ask above you.

“What? Why are you asking?”

Baji chuckled, grazing his hands up your torso, realizing you weren’t wearing a bra under your now discarded shirt. “‘Cause I wanna see your tits.”

If only he could see your deadpanned face. “Oh, real romantic there, Romeo.”

The truth was you felt comfort in this darkness. This was a dangerous disposition you found yourself in, having this infuriating man roaming your body like you’ve always silently dreamed of, knowing it could be a turning point in this tumultuous friendship. It would only get worse if you could actually see him, those beautiful raven locks that frame his face, slightly damp skin and abs cut from marble like a statue that you couldn’t help but want to glide your delicate fingers over… 

The smart thing to do would be to stop what you were doing before you got tangled in this lustful coil he was creating with every second of contact made with your skin. But you liked it far too much to act on any thought of stopping him right now.

Baji then moved his hands over your breasts, pawing at them with his two large hands, kneading them softly. You exhaled a sigh reacting to his touch, squirming at his fingers that were slightly pinching your perk nipples. 

“Well, they feel nice at least,” he said. Did he just… compliment you? That’s a first.

From this angle you could feel his hips against your ass, and he was growing harder by the second, pushing against your core through your clothing. You were reeling from the contact, and you wanted, no– needed more. You hips bucked into his, getting a taste of the friction you were dying for. Your hands reached for him, finding his thighs and tugging at his shorts.

“Keisuke… touch me more,” you whined in a hushed breath.

He managed a quiet laugh and moved his hands to the waistband of your shorts. “Heh, someone’s needy.” He removed your shorts and your panties in one fell motion. You were now completely bare, feeling the cool air of the night wash over you, shuddering at the sensation over the pooling slick between your thighs.

Before you could respond to his taunt at your impatience, Baji had already placed the rough pad of his thumb to your clit, applying pressure and languidly moving it in small circles. A whimper left your lips, an involuntary response to the new sensation flooding your pleasure center. You could feel the knot in your stomach intensifying with each clockwise rotation of his thumb.

You then felt his other hand press into your slick folds, two fingers teasing your entrance. You were squirming under his touch instantly and sighing through the waves of dopamine hitting your brain. Without warning, Baji let his fingers enter you, slowly dragging them along your walls and earning a long hard moan from your chest.

“Shit, babe, you tryin’ to wake everyone up?” he asked, while continuing his movements inside your core and playing with your little bud, effectively causing you to moan louder. “You want them all to wonder who’s in here making you feel good, huh?”

“K-Keis–hah…” Baji was now curling his fingers up into the one spot that was guaranteed to have you folding at his touch. How did he find it so quickly? Your whimpers and pants were cutting through the steady thrum of rain outside. 

Baji was using his hips to press his hand as close as possible to your cunt, now down to the last knuckle, the movement of his fingers sending you into euphoria. You felt yourself getting closer to orgasming, the pitch of your voice getting higher with every stroke of Baji’s fingers. 

He could feel your walls clenching down on his digits, you were getting slicker by the second and he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself for getting you so worked up already. 

“What do you say, sweetheart? You gonna cum for me already?” he asked coyly, knowing in a second that you wouldn’t have any choice. 

Almost on cue, you felt the tightness in your core snap and felt a rush of intangible pleasure flow over you, placing your hands over your mouth so your moaning wouldn’t wake anyone up. Baji kept his pace for a few moments, helping your high ride out as long as he could get it to. God he was good with his hands. 

It was hard to tell how long it took for you to come down, being brought back to reality by the sudden emptiness of your now soaked pussy, Baji having hastily removed his fingers from you. You sat up in the darkness, hands reaching for the man responsible for the best orgasm you’ve had in a while, and you realized he was standing up.

“Keisuke, where are you–?”

“Relax, babe,” you heard him say above you. “I’m just getting even with you.” You could hear a shuffling of fabric and something fall off to the side of the sleeping bag. Baji’s hands returned to your thighs and his body heat engulfed you once again as he hovered above you, realizing he was now just as naked as you. You could feel the tip of his cock teasing through your slick folds, gasping from the sensitivity from your orgasm just a moment ago.

Baji trailed kisses up your neck, his still slightly damp hair tickling your chest. “I’ve always wanted to know just how good this pussy felt,” His hot breath fanned over your cheek now, his lips moving to the shell of your ear. “You gonna stop being stubborn and let me fuck you real good?”

Almost on instinct, your legs wrapped around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer. “Y-yes. Need you, Kei…”

“Heh… good,” Baji pushed the tip of his cock to your entrance, and it required little effort for him to get half of his length inside you on account of how soaked you were. A saccharine sound left your lips, and a hiss from Baji still in your ear as he slowly rocked his hips to sheath himself inside you. “‘Cause I need you too.”

You thought your heart might burst from your chest at his words. His tone was dripping with desire, husky and rough as if he had trouble admitting it. Baji picked up his pace, dragging his cock eagerly along your walls that were already hugging him with such force that it made both of you resound pleasured moans into each other’s ears. 

“Keisuke… fuck–” you whined, overwhelmed by his intense thrusts. The sound of the rain over the thin material of the tent was now being washed out by the sound of skin lewdly slapping together, the squelching of your cunt, and an orchestra of grunts and breathy whines.

“Heh, nice to hear you– whinin’ for me, instead of– bitchin’ at me,” Baji said. How was it even possible for this man to keep annoying you while making your pussy spasm repeatedly? You hastily carded your fingers through his disheveled hair, gripping at his tendrils, and yanked his head back, earning a pained grunt from him.

“Dammit, Kei, would you– mmph… just shut up and fuck me?” As nice as his voice sounded tonight, his mouth was still getting on your nerves. 

“Tch, whatever you want, princess,” Baji grabbed your wrists and pulled them from his hair, shoving them above your head and holding them together with one of his large hands. The other moved its way to one of your thighs, which he pushed to open your legs wider for better access to your slick cunt.

He set a brutal pace, slamming his hips into yours with so much aggression you had half a mind to think he would leave bruises. But fuck, this was exactly what you wanted– you’ve dreamt about Baji fucking the daylights out of you, pleasuring yourself wishing it were him, and imagining how that vexatious attitude of his could be channeled into an act of animalistic dominance over your willing body. 

It was becoming nearly impossible to stay quiet enough with how rough Baji was slamming his cock into you, kissing his tip to your cervix and angling himself to hit that perfect spot. You were biting your bottom lip so hard you could have been drawing blood, letting out painful whimpers as you were rhythmically pushed across the hard ground below you with each hard thrust. 

Baji tightened his grip on your wrists above your head, his face just above yours, letting his hair curtain around your head. He was being just as loud, sharp grunts and low moans leaving his lips as he rested his forehead against yours. “This what you wanted, baby? Wanted me to fuck you dumb?”

“Y-yes– Kei, s’good… unnh!” Words were difficult when he was seemingly pushing the air from your lungs as he continued pounding into your core, your pussy like a vice around his cock as you were nearing your next orgasm.

You struggled against Baji’s restraint on your wrists, wanting to touch him in some capacity, to pull him closer, to get more friction where you needed it. “Keisuke– ‘m so close, please–”

As if he understood exactly what you were begging for, he released his hold on your thigh and shoved his hand between the two of you, returning his thumb to its previous position at your puffy clit. “Yeah? F-Fuck– let it out, baby. Cum for me–”

The rough pad of his thumb swiped over your sensitive bundle and you were tumbling over the edge. The wave about to hit was bigger than the first, your fists clenching above your head, and your pussy clenching down on Baji’s cock like it made a home inside of you. 

Your moans were speedily about to turn into screams, unable to control your volume and alert everyone around you that you were having the best orgasm of your life, until Baji’s lips crashed into yours before you could raise the alarm to the rest of the camp, swallowing every sound into his hot mouth with pleasure. His thumb continued to work at your clit, grinding his hips into you so forcefully while you tried to kiss him back. Your eyes were rolling back, completely thrown by the prolonged ecstasy as Baji helped you cum for as long as possible.

You were starting to sense a falter in his hips as you began coming down from your second high, now aware that he was close to his own release, and you enveloped your legs around his waist and slightly bucked your hips to writhe against his.

“Fuuuck, you’re– squeezing me so… damn tight,” Baji breathed between clenched teeth. His thumb abandoned your clit to prop himself against his forearm, hanging his head in the crook of your neck now. He was close, a faint stutter in his movement told you all you needed to know.

You leaned into his ear, still rocking your hips to keep his cock dragging along your rigid walls. “C’mon, Kei, your turn–  haah… cum in me.” You whined so sweetly into his ear that you felt his breath hitch and he immediately released your wrists still pinned above your head.

“Oh, fuck–” Baji let out a throaty groan, bracing himself with a fistful of your hair. You wince slightly, but resigned to encase him in your arms, pressing your nails into his flesh of his muscular shoulders as he thrusted one last time, shooting his seed deep within your cunt, his cock twitching with the pulse of you still squeezing him until he unloaded every last bit of cum inside you.

Your fingers threaded into the roots of his hair, now damp from sweat instead of rain, both of you heaving to gather oxygen back into your lungs. You scratched gently at Baji’s scalp, making him quietly groan into your neck, nuzzling his nose into the space under your jaw. It felt… uncharacteristic, alien, and a bit off-putting… but it also felt nice. 

Baji pulled himself out of you with care and slumped down in the space next to you, slinging an arm over you and pulling you just a bit closer to him.

“Shit, I didn’t think that pussy was ever gonna let me go,” he quietly laughed to himself, clearly exhausted.

You didn’t feel like putting up a fight to his brazen remark. “Yeah, well, all good things must come to an end, right?”

“Do they, though?” Baji offered weakly.

“Keisuke…” You almost stiffened at his question. Were things going to change from here on out? Was he suddenly going to stop being the insufferable bastard you’ve known him to be almost your entire lives? It was difficult to imagine that Keisuke Baji would do a 180 spin just because you’ve had sex.

Baji didn’t seem to push the subject or have an appropriate response to you. “So… you wanna spoon now?”

That you did react to, giving him a light slap on the chest and a giggle from your own. But you silently accepted his offer, turning onto your side away from him, allowing him to pull your frame against his chest, feeling delicate kisses being peppered to your bare shoulder.

“Don’t let me feel that thing poking me in the morning,” you chuckled.

Baji pulled you closer, feeling his breath on the back of your neck. “I like hearing you laugh, ya know,” he said into your hair.

For some reason, you couldn’t find a response to something that wasn’t an insult. You found yourself suddenly so comfortable, so content, that the sound of the rain above you was finally lulling you to sleep.

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You woke up to sounds of chatter outside the tent, opening your eyes to bright sunshine cutting through the material. Baji was snoring behind you, not as bad as Mikey described it, but almost… cutely. 

You turned over to take a good look at him in the light– he was peaceful, contrasted to the normal scowl he usually had, his brows were relaxed, eyes soft, mouth slightly agape with his signature canine tooth poking out with every soft breath. His lashes kissed his face, and his messy black hair concealed small parts of his features that you’ve rarely seen up close. He really was beautiful… and you were right. Seeing him like this was very dangerous.

You softly moved his hair out of his face, stirring him slightly awake. Baji grumbled and squeezed his eyes shut, and he pulled your naked figure into his, resting your chest directly in his face.

“Shit, this is nice,” he muffled into your breasts.

“Keisuke,” you chimed, trying not to give him too hard of a time for being… well, Baji.

“You should let me wake up like this every morning,” he sighed.

You grabbed some of his hair and yanked his mouth out of your cleavage. “You know… everyone else seems to be awake already.”

“And?”

“We’re gonna have to walk out of this tent, together…” you pointed out, a tinge of worry in your voice.

He cracked open one of his amber irises to look up at you, “What are you so worried about? I’m sure they won’t even notice.”

Keisuke Baji couldn’t have been more wrong.

Once you both got somewhat dressed and put together to emerge from your tent, everyone’s eyes were boring holes into you and Baji.

He offered the explanation that his tent was leaking water to the group, and you couldn’t miss the look that Emma was giving you, silently asking the question you really hoped she wouldn’t ask.

“Alright, princess, let’s get these tents packed up,” Baji announced. That pet name sounded… different now. 

You ascertained that the two of you had a lot of talking to do when you returned home.

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ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT Top Banana - 1x02

❝ IN THE MOMENT ❞ + (aki, denji, yoshida, angel devil, kishibe )

+. CWs — female anatomy, she /her pronouns, cum play, corruption kink, voyeurism, unprotected, oral acts, sex toys, s/d dynamics, bdsm themes.

+. synopsis — where they would like to cum? Would they cum inside you if given a chance to hit it raw or strictly prefer orals?

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Aki insists on wearing a condom. However,He has thought many times how your gummy walls would feel around his cock. He has been jacking off quite frequently wrapping his fingers tightly around his cock, imagining it to be your raw cunt hugging his aching cock. But when you told him you ran out of condoms he couldn't just let the chance slip rather he took it saying that he'll pull out in time. And that is how he ended up having your legs over his shoulder as he fucks you. He has been jamming into your whole for a while and he can't seem to get enough of this view: you grabbing tits as he pounds into you. Aki can't think straight, and neither can you but when you convey to pull it out, he suddenly remembers. And he listens to you, how could he not? especially when you haven't been other whiney bitches who didn't let him do it raw. “Yes...yeesh ...ohhh fucckk. baby..”, he groans as he shoots his cum all over your belly and a little bit over your pussy lips. You rub yourself while he watches his hole clench. Aki thinks he could try this another time but he is coming back to have a nice fuck.

Denji might be desperate for sex but he is not willing to give up the feeling of your hands around his cock or your warm mouth sheathing his cock. He prefers the former since he can touch your boobs if you let him, otherwise, he will happily gawk at your naked boobs, and watch your nipples grow hard and wide. But with you pumping his cock, spitting on his tip to make it faster than usual makes him recoil in pleasure. An echo of groans fills the room as you quicken the pace. “Can I cum? uh....nigh...can I cum now?”, he eagerly asks. He might not be near his orgasm but the thought of you kissing him while giving him a hand job makes him do anything for you, be a good boy to you. It's so easy to make him cum at times like these especially when he asks for quickies so bashfully. You kiss his dry lips depriving him of the air to breathe as you keep stroking his cock. He groans as you pinch his nipples slowing down your strokes and at such an abrupt stimulation he cums, white slimy fluid coating all over your palm. “Waah! I came.”, he coos excitedly. And he'll let you go for another shot if you don't need to get back to work right away.

Yoshida loved teasing you, eating you out mercilessly until you begged him to stop. Sometimes he would tie your hands so that he could jerk off with one hand while eating you out. He is not always up for sex, he tends to find orals far more exhilarating than some normal vanilla sex. Putting a vibrator inside your pussy while he sucks your boobs, or watching you fuck yourself on a dildo was just the tip of the iceberg to him. But when you crawled in between his legs with a vibrator clipped over your vagina, he wanted to kiss you and tell you how obedient and praise you for being a fast learner. The view of his cum smothering your face is so thrilling but how can he not cum inside your mouth when you had been sucking him off while he was playing with the intensity of the vibrator, that is, how long you would last? would you last longer than him? You would occasionally pull away from sucking him off since the heat pooling in between in legs needed to be aided immediately. You wanted to touch yourself but that would be his win even though that might make him cum sooner than expected. But when you notice him grabbing the sheets, keeping the controller away you could taste the victory in your mouth. You wanted to win sure, but you wanted to feel him envious about it. Taking his aroused cock pushing it further, the tip hitting the back of your throat you felt it hard to breathe. Loads of thick, murky fluid oozed out of his cock down to your throat. Finally, you look up to him, with doe eyes as he says "you just keep getting better and better"

Angel devil never thought he would be able to have this, have a taste of heaven as you would agree to let him fuck you raw. With his hands under your inner thighs, having your arms curled around his nape he can barely fuck you properly. But that has been helpful because he has craved to be cockwarmed by you. His wings occasionally flap while he moves to and fro slowly feeling your cream smothering his cock. “You’ll pull out right?”, you ask him as he quickens his pace. At first, he tries to shut you up with a kiss but when you push him away he coyly drawls, “do you want that?” You wince as you feel a harsh stroke, his balls slap your cunt. You nod at him bucking your hips in the intention of not letting a drop spill outside. The moment he cums, his ivory wings spread open, his head was thrown back and his eyes are squeezed shut. It was almost reflexive. He was confused when he noticed his wings wide open in the air. Now, who wouldn't like to see that lovely sight once more?

Kishibe in his early forties finds it hard to keep his lust at bay and it seems to dissolve every time he sees you in that cute pink outfit he bought for you. He just wants to have you sprawled out underneath him plugging his cum into your tummy. But he can't do that, at least for now. When he will have you convinced to take pills and then he will waste no time ramming his cock into your sweet pussy. For now, he can go for other options like having you in between his legs, rubbing your cherry-tainted cheeks occasionally while you suck him off. He never warns before cumming but you seem to find a pattern of his orgasm. After all, it has been a while since he had you under his wing. When he lays back, thighs spreading more, hips bucking up as he shudders nearing his high, you quickly pull away letting his cum spread all over your throat and boobs. He thinks, maybe, he likes this view. Maybe, he can now fuck you raw in all positions so that you don't whine for another pink dress.

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One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.