Sprinkling of NSFW coming up– *accidentally dumps the whole ass Spice Jar on this post*
Shit.
Akira Kurusu
“That more comfortable without the turtleneck underneath it?” Akira teases you when he notices you’re wearing his Shujin blazer–just his Shujin blazer. He knows you’re trying to seduce him, and it’s working, of course. He can’t fall to your wily ways without riling you up a little bit, first, though; he has to protect his pride somehow.
Akira slips behind you, dusting a chaste kiss on the back of your neck. He leans down, propping his chin on your shoulder. Smooth, he slides his hands up and down your ribs, softly pushing the fabric away from your skin. His fingers gently whisper up and down your sides, never quite resting where you want them, mischievous and teasing.
Once you push yourself against him, pouting that he isn’t cooperating with your little plan to get him hot under the collar and fucking you silly, Akira gives in. With a satisfied chuckle and a chaste little peck on your shoulder he slides his hands up to your breasts, deft fingers working over your nipples. Akira nips and kisses along your neck as his hands toy with your chest, edging you along until you’re dripping.
After he’s satisfied with the growing wetness dripping along your thighs, Akira pushes you against the wall, hoisting you up so your legs wrap around him, ankles locking behind his back. When your hands flit to the button keeping the blazer stuck on you, Akira quickly catches your wrists. “Mind if we leave that on?” he purrs against your skin, smirking devilishly.
As long as it’s not too dirty (explaining those mysterious stains isn’t really something he wants to do), Akira wears the blazer to school the next day. Your smell and the heady scent of sex stick lightly to the fibers, and whenever he catches a whiff he smirks to himself. (It’s enough to make Makoto ask suspiciously why he’s been smiling like that all day, and his only response is a stuttered ‘uh, nothing’ and a bright blush).
Ryuji Sakamoto
When Ryuji notices you stretched out on his bed lazily playing video games, wrapped in his ‘No Mo’ Rules’ shirt, he can’t control the smile that jumps to his face. His heart skips a beat; you’re so damn cute.
Ryuji plops down next to you unceremoniously, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist. Laughing, he nuzzles your neck gently. “Ya tryin’ to kill me?” he teases. “You know I can’t handle it when you’re so effin’ cute.” He pulls you close to him, resting his chin on the top of your head.
When you reach around, giggling, to hug him back, Ryuji notices just how well you fill out his shirt. Suddenly his face flushes dark and red as the fabric draped around your body. His eyes drift over your thighs, your curves, your chest, oh god, your chest. Ryuji’s eyes stick to your breasts, breath quickening a little as he notices how the cotton stretches.
Ryuji gulps as you settle against him. Be a gentleman, dude he tells himself, keeping his hands safely frozen on your sides. That lasts for all of two seconds before his raging teenage boy hormones get the better of him and he’s flipping you over, pupils blown and heart beating wildly.
A little timidly (he doesn’t want to upset you by just feeling you up however he wants) Ryuji, slides his hands underneath his shirt, skimming over your smooth skin. He holds back until you moan a little, encouraging; that’s all he needs to hear. Ryuji’s hands instantly mold over your breasts, working your sensitive flesh as he leans down and kisses along your neck.
“Ya know,” he rumbles, voice thick and low, “you’re really fuckin’ sexy in that. You should wear my shit more often.”
As much as he loves seeing you in his clothes, Ryuji loves seeing you out of them even more. Soon, his shirt’s thrown on the floor with the rest of his laundry, completely forgotten.
Yusuke Kitagawa
When Yusuke shows up to your house, he’s a little panicked; laundry day is fast approaching and he hasn’t seen his button-up uniform shirt since sliding it to your bedroom floor in the throes of passion. He crosses his fingers as he opens the door to your room, hoping it was where he left. It’s not, though. It’s draped on you, hiding your figure as you lounge on your bed. Yusuke gulps, blushing; suddenly laundry day is the last thing on his mind.
“You look sublime,” Yusuke blurts, scrambling in his bag for his sketchbook and pencils. “Stay still, just like that…” sudden sketches are the norm for Yusuke, and he’s determined to capture this image on paper forever; trying to stop him is futile. Something about you wearing his shirt sends tiny shockwaves through his chest. He doesn’t know exactly what it is but he’ll be damned if this delicious sight slips by without getting in his sketchbook.
At first Yusuke’s focused on the paper in front of him, but as he sketches out the lines of your curves and the folds of his shirt clinging to you he can’t help but lose interest in his pencil. He tries to force himself to pay attention to his sketchbook but the way you’ve got the top buttons open, showing off a hint of cleavage…the fabric tightening around your bust…the hem resting just under your panties…Yusuke can’t help but stare, pupils blown.
Sketchbook and pencils clatter to the floor, forgotten, as Yusuke snaps. In a flash, Yusuke’s hovering over you, his thumb tracing your lips. He slips a knee between your thighs as his mouth drops to your neck, kissing lines against your skin. “It’s too easy to abandon all control when I’m with you,” he pants against your neck. Swift, his hands fall to his shirt buttons. When they don’t come apart quickly enough he growls, tearing wildly. Buttons fly everywhere; he’ll have to fix that, eventually, but it’s worth it to feel you up.
Yusuke’s long fingers clench in his shirt fabric as he pounds into you. The sheer scandalousness makes him blush as he hits your sweet spot, but you look so damn good wrapped in his shirt, face flushed, mouth open, that he can’t bring himself to care.
Goro Akechi
When you show up to an autumn date with just a light sweater, Akechi knows it’s only a time before you’re downright frozen in the mid-October air. “Here,” he shrugs off his tan blazer, “you should put this on. I can’t have you catching a cold on my watch.” Goro smiles sweetly as he slides the wool over your shoulders. A little shiver of dread tumbles down his spine as he thinks about how cold he’s going to be at the end of the night-he hates the cold- but, well, it’s his duty as a chivalrous boyfriend to make sure you’re nice and toasty while he’s losing toes to frostbite.
As it turns out, the cold isn’t too harsh for Goro after all; seeing you wrapped up in his blazer, filling it out just perfectly, sends a gentle warmth all the way to his fingertips. A gentle blush blooms over from his cheeks as he drinks the sight in, unashamed; he doesn’t care if you notice how utterly in love with you he is. You’re too beautiful; it would be a sin to look away.
Once you’re back at Akechi’s apartment, safely tucked away from the world and the howling wind outside, Goro starts to focus on…other aspects of your beauty. The sort of aspects that include you spread out over his comforter, hands balling in his hair, his head between your thighs. Akechi gulps as dirty thoughts swirl around in his head; who knew such a small thing as you wearing his jacket could have such an effect on him?
“You manage to pull off that jacket much better than I do,” Akechi murmurs against your neck, hands roaming over your body. When his fingers graze over your hips he pulls you against him, grinding just lightly enough to get you breathing heavy. It’s clear what Goro wants as he leads you to the couch, pushing you down.
Akechi peels your pants down, sinking to his knees as the clothes fall away. Soon, you’re in just his coat as his expert tongue works between your legs. He intends to show you just how much he loves the sight of you wearing his clothes.
As Shujin’s resident ‘bad boy’, Akira completely understands getting more attention than you want (even if he’s much more prone to be faced with hurtful rumors rather than awkward unwelcome flirting). Once he sees you squirming under a classmate’s leering gaze and rather insistent invitation on a study date (more of a demand, really) he immediately gets what’s going on. Akira swoops in, ready to rescue you.
Akira smoothly sidles up to you, slipping an arm around your waist as he drops a little kiss on top of your head. He pulls you close to him, comforting. He knows you can handle yourself; a little flirting from some guy you can’t stand won’t shake you too much, but Akira takes any chance he can get to have you snuggling into his side.
“What’re you talking about?” Akira says casually, sliding his free hand in his pocket. Normally he doesn’t really have to get hostile when fending off unwanted suitors; boys take one look at his arm around you and take off running. After all, they don’t want to get on the bad side of Shujin’s notorious criminal! Usually that simple statement is enough to get the guy quickly making his excuses and scurry off.
If they don’t leave Akira quickly channels his inner Joker, posture sharp and imposing, threatening little devil-smirk twisting on his lips. For a few moments it’s almost like his eyes flash red; he’s pure danger. If his reputation wasn’t enough to send your unwanted suitor running, this look, sharp and deadly like the edge of a knife,most certainly will.
Once the situation’s defused Akira blushes slightly. When it comes to you he gets worked up pretty quickly, a fact the usually level-headed boy’s a bit embarrassed about. As you rock forward on your tiptoes, though, offering a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose and a quiet thank you, he decides getting worked up over you sometimes is completely worth it.-
Ryuji Sakamoto
Even if Ryuji isn’t exactly the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, he’s still incredibly in tune with your feelings and body language. It’s his job as a good boyfriend to know how you feel, after all! So when he sees some asshole third year standing a little close for comfort, nearly pinning you to your locker as you look around uncomfortably, his blood’s boiling. You hate this situation and oh hell no, nobody gets away with harassing you on his watch!
Ryuji’s bristling as he stalks over. Tense, he steps in between you and the other boy. Captain Kidd shines through, and he’s more Skull than Ryuji in that moment; muscles coiled, snarl wrapped over his mouth, hard lines carved in his scowling face. The look in his eyes is downright terrifying as he stares down the guy that’s been bothering you.
“She doesn’t want you around,” Ryuji growls, stepping closer to the third year. His hands are shoved in his pockets but he’s clearly ready to start swinging; one wrong move and this upperclassman’s walking right into a fight. “Scram, asshole.”
Ryuji waits for the guy to turn tail and run, glaring at him until he’s rounding the hallway corner and flees out of sight. Then he turns to you, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Y’okay, baby?” Once you assure him that yes, you’re fine (other than being a little annoyed) the tension melts out of his shoulders and he’s happy-go-lucky Ryuji again, smiling sheepishly.
“Think I scared him off,” Ryuji states, pulling you into hi, “but if bothers you again just tell me and I’ll beat the shit outta ‘em.
Just to make sure everybody knows what they’re getting into if they fuck with you, Ryuji pushes you against the lockers and attacks your lips in a full-on makeout session right then and there. You’re his girl and he’s gonna make damn well sure everybody knows it. His hands roam your body and his lips latch on yours until Kawakami glares out of her classroom door and threatens both of you with detention if Ryuji doesn’t peel himself off of you.
Yusuke Kitagawa
Poor Yusuke; he’s trying, he’s really trying, bless his heart, but he still doesn’t quite have the hang of reading social cues. He doesn’t get that you absolutely hate the flirty comments hurled at you from all sides. All he knows is that he gets this ugly feeling in his gut when other boys call you beautiful, and he absolutely hates the way they stand so close to you.
Be polite, Yusuke tries to tell himself even if he just wants to snap at this sudden annoyance to just leave you alone! One look tells you he’s barely holding it together; eyes steely, shoulders tense, mouth drawn in a thin line. Whenever someone that isn’t him tries charming you Yusuke’s grip on your hand tightens. His eyebrows furrow as he subtly tugs you closer, unconsciously trying to send a message: I don’t like this, and I don’t like you around my girl.
Let Yusuke know what’s really going on and he immediately jumps head-first into the problem. Simply pull him close and whisper ‘that guy’s making me pretty uncomfortable’ and he kicks into defense mode.
“I would prefer you leave us alone now,” Yusuke squares his shoulders, demanding firmly. He steps in front of you, nudging your body behind his until he’s a literal wall between you and your unwanted attention. “My girlfriend isn’t partial to your presence and I’m afraid I must agree with her.” Yusuke’s tall frame and glaring eyes make an imposing protector, and it’s hard for anyone to stick around and bother you while they’re under that gaze.
Yusuke doesn’t shy away from PDA but now he’s even more touchy. It’s almost hard to get him off you (not that you’d want to, of course!). He’s glued to your side, an arm wrapped possessively around your waist for the rest of the day. Every chance he gets, he swoops down to plant a lingering kiss on your lips, if only to show everyone that he’s yours and you’re his. Just don’t call him out for being jealous; he’s not ready to face how greedily he covets your affection.
Goro Akechi
Akechi knows the dark side of people all too well, so when he sees some scummy asshole chatting you up he knows what the guy’s after (your number, or worse, a one-way-ticket into your pants) and he knows you’re not into it. Immediately a switch flips in his mind and his mask of politeness and charm is much harder to keep on. He wants nothing more than to teach this unwelcome flirt a lesson. Tarnishing his perfect image just to bloody his fists isn’t worth it, though
In, out, in, out, Akechi breathes, pasting a smile on his face and forcing his jaw to relax. Calmly, he sidles next to you and wraps a gentle arm around your waist. Light enough to pretend he’s not being fiercely protective, but soft enough to send a clear message: she doesn’t want you here, she has me.
If this unwelcome suitor’s put on edge by Akechi’s presence, Akechi immediately calms down. Out comes his sadistic side; manipulation, mental teasing, that’s his game and this is a prime target. “Hello,” he beams, amping up the charm. “I’m _____’s boyfriend, Goro Akechi. Perhaps you’ve heard of me? I’m quite famous…” Akechi begins subtly flaunting his accomplishments. By the time he’s even halfway through his bragging Akechi’s proved himself so far out of this guy’s league, he regrets even coming up to you. Akechi considers it a double win; he gets to show off, and he gets to chase away unwanted boys.
“Are you alright?” Akechi hums once you’re alone, looking gently in your eyes. He doesn’t stop gently fussing until you assure him that yes, you’re okay (just annoyed). “Please tell me if anyone like that ever gives you trouble, darling,” he asks, smiling when you nod. (What you don’t know is that he’s silently vowing to break out Loki for some Metaversal torture. You are the bright spot in Akechi’s life and god help anyone that dares to mess with you.)
Akechi isn’t one to get too handsy in public (he does have an image to keep up) but he makes sure he’s extra close to you for the rest of the day; sharing his scarf, keeping his hand wound through yours, little kisses whenever there’s a lull in the conversation. Anything that’ll make everyone see that you already have a man. He’s all you need.
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