KaraFami Kink Meme

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Hello, welcome to the Karaoke Iko/Famiresu Iko Kink Meme!
For those who may be wondering: What is a kink meme? It's an anonymous-enabled journal community where people can post their fanwork prompts and requests, and other anonymous people can come to fill those prompts? It doesn't have to be NSFW, but it can be.

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kyosato, 3914, hypnosis

[(Anonymous)]

kyouji hypnotizes satomi during their karaoke sessions, but only so he can hug and touch him more. he's technically not doing anything untoward but he feels guilty afterwards all the same :)

Fill 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

He’d used it as a parlor trick at first. You know. A gag. Entertain the girls. But in those long years of grinding his way up, as close to the top as he would get unless somebody died, Kyouji had discovered much more useful applications. For instance, helping to relax certain someones who maybe had some valuable information, but weren’t necessarily the type of person Kyouji would willingly raise a fist to.

With Satomi it had been almost too easy. He’d told himself he’d only done it out of curiosity, to see if it would even work on a stubborn kid like him. And after, Kyouji hadn’t even done anything. It had been Satomi who’d leaned over, settled against his arm. Snuggled up all cute into his sleeve and said his name, like he’d been waiting all this time for someone to tell him what to do.

He’d meant it to be a one-time thing, really. It’s just, Satomi always looks so stressed by school and… whatever else normal kids like him care about. When he’s under, he seems so relaxed. Happy.

And that’s why today they’re in that karaoke box once again, knees touching, an arm around Satomi’s narrow shoulders pressing him to Kyouji’s side.

“Kyouji…” Satomi murmurs.

He tries not to talk to him much when they’re like this, because it’s not information he’s looking for, and Satomi’s secrets are none of his business. Kyouji rubs his arm a few times instead, a silent attempt to soothe.

“Kyouji,” Satomi insists. “Kyouji-san…”

And maybe it’s just that after weeks and weeks his patience has worn a little too thin. The words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop them.

“Hey, Satomi-kun…Do you like Kyouji-san?”

A pause, and then a sleepy nod, a murmur. “Mmhmm.”

“Oh?”

And this — this is his favorite part, where he gently puts a hand under Satomi’s thigh, coaxes him upward onto his lap, turns him and places those thin arms around his neck. So close, so warm and alive.

“So, this is OK then, right?” He supports Satomi’s head with one hand, carding through his hair.

This time the answer’s a bit noncommittal, but he’s pretty sure it’s a ‘yes.’

He brings him closer, guiding Satomi’s head to rest in the crook of his neck, letting himself bask in it all. The slow, gentle breath on his skin, the feeling of their hearts beating together in time. All that warmth contained in such a tiny package. They stay like that for as long as Kyouji thinks he can get away with it.

But soon enough the clock winds down towards dinnertime; Satomi will be expected home. He slowly untangles Satomi’s limbs, sliding him off his lap and seating him in front of the homework sheet he’d been working on right up until Kyouji’d finished singing.

Kyouji observes him then, Satomi’s eyes all soft and half-focused, the moment directly before he comes back to his usual acerbic self. And it’s here where Kyouji nearly repents, where he nearly swears the whole thing off.

But he knows when he sees that sweet little face again all that resolve will crumble, and they’ll inevitably wind up back here, back at this very moment.

Kyouji snaps his fingers a few times before the thought can linger.

“Hey, Satomi-kun?” He prompts, artificially chipper, waving a hand in front of Satomi’s face. “Did you doze off again?”

“Huh…?” Satomi blinks, and it really does seem like he’s just woken up from a little nap.

“Aren’t you getting enough sleep? I don’t think that’s healthy for someone your age…” Kyouji says, and only feels a little prickle of bile at his throat.

“I’m getting plenty,” Satomi grumbles, rubbing his arm, looking sheepish. “It’s just — too warm in here or something.”

“Hmm, must be,” Kyouji agrees, eager to move off the subject. “You wanna get a parfait or something before we head out?”

“No, it’s fine,” Satomi shakes his head and stands, a little unsteady. And that heavy feeling in Kyouji’s chest seems to fly away as Satomi allows him to place a hand on his back, ushering him towards the door.

4318, nipple play+coming untouched

[(Anonymous)]

satomi has sensitive nipples and is relatively embarrassed about it. kyst are dating but havent done anything beyond kissing just yet. kyouji is absentmindedly touching satomi as satomi studies, and ends up playing with his chest. kyouji cant see his face and satomi isnt saying anything so kyoujis not thinking much about it but satomi is barely keeping it together. bonus for satomi coming untouched from it without kyouji noticing!

Re: 4318, nipple play+coming untouched - Fill

[(Anonymous)]

Here on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/75245726

Kyosato 4318 and up, feeding/eating, warning: disordered eating/eating disorders

[(Anonymous)]

Anything with Kyouji being fixated on feeding Satomi or with Satomi being fixated on eating whatever Kyouji feeds him. I have this scene stuck in my head where Satomi binge eats all of the leftover pork buns after Kyouji leaves his apartment and makes himself sick, whether intentionally or otherwise. Could lead to him repeating this in the future, where he asks Kyouji to deliver him large amounts of food which he then binges on, or overeating when they go out to restaurants.

Re: Kyosato 4318 and up, feeding/eating, warning: disordered eating/eating disorders

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i fear this might focus more on disordered eating rather than a feeding kink, but here goes. non kink left disordered eating.

this became far longer than i was expecting. so long that i hit the character limit for comments, so here's the ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/74799496

Morita/Maruyama, anything!

[(Anonymous)]

I'd love to read anything involving this pairing, even just head canons! I enjoyed their short interaction in the manga where Maruyama got drunk and was fan boying over Morita, and then that comment Morita made about not making a move on a fan 👀 I would love to read a story where they hook up, maybe they're both drunk at a concert after party like before but this time Morita breaks his rule and brings Maruyama back to his place.

KyoSato 4318+, Satomi lost his virginity to someone else

[(Anonymous)]

I was going to take the kinkmeme's virginity with a prompt about Kyouji being Satomi's first time, but I got distracted, so you know what? What if that happened to Kyouji? He expects Satomi to be a virgin, only to find out Satomi's already had sex before Kyouji managed to make a move. Too slow, old man!

Kyosato cuckolding

[(Anonymous)]

Put that man in the cuck chair!

Re: Kyosato cuckolding - fill

[(Anonymous)]

Wada has no idea how he got here or why. This is not how he expected to reunite with his middle school senpai and club president, if the day ever came.

But watching the way Oka-senpai moved above him, feeling the tight squeeze of Oka-senpai's hole around his cock and the way it sent waves of pleasure through his body, Wada thought that he didn't quite mind.

The older man, who was quite obviously a yakuza, sitting on a chair by the bed and watching them fuck, however, was a little weird.

Who was he? Was he Oka-senpai's pimp? Did Oka-senpai need help? Did Oka-senpai just rope him into a sex ring?

Then Oka-senpai thrust down on his cock once more, gasping out an unfamiliar name, and all thoughts fled from Wada's mind. "Kyouji-san—!"

The man in chair, presumably the aforementioned Kyouji-san, tightened his clawed grip on the edge of the bed, and the bulge in his pants became visibly harder. His intense gaze didn't leave Oka-senpai for a moment, eyes tracing the line of his throat and the arc of his body, before darting back up to settle on his red, teary-eyed face.

As Oka-senpai continued bouncing on his cock, mouth open as he panted for air, Wada watched the yakuza man lean forward in his chair and reach out a hand to trace the curve of Oka-senpai's bottom lip. Then the man quickly snatched his hand away again, as though afraid of breaking an illusion. As though Oka-senpai was made of glass.

"Satomi-kun…" the man whispered. "You're so beautiful."

And, as Wada came for the fourth time that night, that was the last thing he heard before passing out.
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this is probably not quite what you were looking for but i was inspired. i also kinda handwaved the parts that dont quite make sense in favor of horny lmao. in my head, kyouji's like "i'm not allowed to touch satomi bc i'll break him, but watching him get fucked by someone else is totally acceptable and normal" lmfao. also wada just got dubconned by kyosato and he liked it. anyways, hope you enjoyed this, anon!

Jon-neesan/Junko, casting couch

[(Anonymous)]

Second interview for the snack bar, Jon-neesan has strict expectations for her girls.

Re: Jon-neesan/Junko, casting couch

[(Anonymous)]

I love this prompt so much. Filled here on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/77954566/chapters/204262761

Kyousato, 3914/underage, size difference+sex toys

[(Anonymous)]

Satomi is too little to take Kyouji's dick so he holds a fleshlight between his thighs while Kyouji fucks it.

Re: Kyousato, 3914/underage, size difference+sex toys

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“Now you know I won’t fit,” Kyouji coos at Satomi, all syrupy sympathy for the poor cock drunk kid that still isn’t gonna get what he wants. It doesn’t stop him asking though, begging, for it. Please Kyouji-san, put it in me or even more cutely, please put your penis in me, like Satomi’s still some elementary school kid. If he called it a cock, Kyouji might actually give it to him. Maybe he’d be ready for it, if he graduated to using big boy words.

Satomi was just way too little to take dick. Taking a finger up his ass was hard enough for the kid. Just look at him, sniveling and whining while Kyouji rocks his middle finger inside him, crooking it just right.

“Sorryyyy, Satomi-kun,” Kyouji pouts at him, while Satomi writhes around on the single digit, “This is all you get. Anything bigger and you’d get hurt.” He punctuates the warning (the threat, if Satomi was inclined to take it that way) with a particularly forceful jab against Satomi’s prostate and enjoys the soft, wet sound it punches out of him.

“I… I c-can take it,” Satomi whines, sniffling. “I wan—want it to hurt.”

Oh. That was a new one. Horny little pervert was getting more perverted by the day. Kyouji would be lying if that didn’t get him a little excited.

“Aw, is that right?” Kyouji purrs, voice silky smooth, leaning down over Satomi where he’s got him with his legs hiked up to his armpits, ass dripping lube onto the towel spread over the leather seat. “You wanna get split open on my cock? Burn up like a hot poker’s up your ass? That what you want?”

Satomi gasps, clenching up on Kyouji’s finger, so he fucks him harder for it, tunneling into the soft smooth insides of him, pistoning in and out untill Satomi’s crying out, and then hooking his finger into that spongy little button inside and pressing there until Satomi’s little cock spurts cum up onto his chest. Satomi’s ass clenches down so deliciously around Kyouji’s finger, rippling internal squeezes as waves of his orgasm wash over him.

Someday, Kyouji’ll have that on his cock; for now, it’s as much fun to draw it out and make Satomi so hungry for it that he’s willing to do just about anything for even the future promise of it.

Kyouji pulls his finger out, leaving Satomi trembling on the seat.

“Too bad you’re just so itty bitty,” Kyouji says, a gentle lilt to his voice belying the mockery that he knows always makes a mess of this kid. “Too little to take cock. Suuuuch a kid.”

“M’not a kid,” Satomi snivels miserably.

“‘Course you are.” Kyouji frets over him, wiping the pool of cum off his belly with a tissue from the box he thoughtfully leaves in the backseat for passengers. He pats Satomi’s thigh. “Legs together.”

Satomi does it, a good obedient boy, crossing his ankles, pressing his knobby knees together, thin little legs touching everywhere except at the top of his thighs, where he’s so skinny he’s got a perfect little gap for fucking.

Except this time, Kyouji feels like switching it up a little. So sue him, he was missing pussy a little more lately, the frustration of having that cute little pucker on his tongue and fingers but never his cock; he just wanted to push inside something, be engulfed by it, and Satomi’s prior attempts at deep throating were not just pitiful but distressing enough that Kyouji had all but called a moratorium on it. He didn’t want Satomi’s voice ruined, in case he ever did decide to sing for him.

Kyouji leans down and digs around in the open overnight bag sitting on the floorboard. He’s got a few things in there: lube, condoms, not that they’ve needed those yet; a couple of spare school uniforms which were easy enough to get and had come in handy when Satomi got too soiled to plausibly drop off at home without invoking some serious questions about bukkake sessions; a change of clothes for himself; towels of various sizes and now this.

He’d spent some time clicking around on various websites, considering whether he should get one with all the bells and whistles, or maybe one modeled after some JAV model he used to beat it to when he was younger, but ultimately decided that something simple was all he needed—he didn’t want to be thinking about anything other Satomi anyway.

Kyouji pulls the onahole from the bag as well as the bottle of lube and settles back at Satomi’s bottom, taking a minute to admire him. The kid had a bony ass, flat cheeks that didn’t make a single handful even if you put both of them together, but that’s what was so maddeningly appealing about it. Of course the best part was what was between those cheeks, tiny and tender, cutely wrinkled like a shar pei, so sweet and tight that Kyouji didn’t dare fuck him yet, but would someday, and it wouldn’t be in the back seat of the Century, no matter how luxurious and roomy the heated backseat was.

“Do you know what this is?” Kyouji asks, casually pumping a few squirts of lube onto his fingers and bringing them to rub around the little orifice on one end of the onahole.

Satomi shakes his head. Poor little kid. So sheltered. Kyouji’d already had real pussy by the time he was as old as Satomi was now, and here Satomi didn’t even know what a fake one looked like.

“Pocket pussy,” Kyouji says, looking down at Satomi’s cute little face, watches his lips part when Kyouji says that super dirty big boy word. “You’re gonna hold it between your legs while I fuck it.” Kyouji pushes two fingers into the onahole, vaguely wondering if it’d make Satomi jealous since he’d only ever given him one. He fucked his fingers in and out lazily.

“You’ve been driving me so crazy Satomi-kun, making me want you so bad and then you don’t even have the decency to be old enough to fuck. So you’ll be nice to me, won’t you? You’ll be a good boy and put this pussy between your legs so I can fuck you?”

Kyouji gives him the puppy dog stare and Satomi, sweet angel that he is, is already nodding that he will.

“Aw, Satomi’s-kun’s just so nice,” Kyouji says, working the silicone sleeve into that gap between Satomi’s thighs and up against his little cock that was already stiff again, just from watching Kyouji finger a piece of plastic. Fourteen year old boy refractory period was something else.

“Too bad you don’t have a pussy for real,” Kyouji muses, lining himself up at the squishy entrance. “I would have already fucked you.”

Satomi shivers, cute little thing. So easy to get him going. He primly holds the onahole tight between his thighs, hands wrapped around the other end of it. Kyouji can't see his dick beneath it but he knows he’s hard and leaking under there. Satomi looks so naughty like this. Such a good boy, being so bad for Kyouji.

Kyouji pushes his cockhead past the entrance, soft silicon parting for him. He slides right in, wet lubed up walls gripping him. Kyouji groans, pulls out half way, and thrusts all the way back into the snug channel. It feels good. Better than then he thought it would.

Kyouji pulls Satomi's bony little butt up against his thighs, hooks his ankles over his shoulder. He’s got the kid half in his lap and the angle’s good like this. If he doesn’t look down he could almost convince himself it was really Satomi he was thrusting his cock into.

He rolls his hips, back and forth, giving that good rhythm, sliding into the silicon hole down to the twitching base of his cock, before pulling back out to the tip. He hovers there, rotating his hips, teasing the head of his cock just a little before plunging back deep.

Satomi mewls, a sound so sweet and pathetic Kyouji can’t help but feel his heart throb all the way down to his cock. Satomi’s just so small underneath him, getting shoved higher up the leather seat with each of Kyouji’s thrusts, but he’s being so good, keeping the onahole steady between his thighs.

“You like my cock in you? You like getting your pussy fucked?” Kyouji says, letting himself get carried away with it.

Satomi gawps at him, innocent little thing, doesn’t even know he’s supposed to say yes Kyouji-san I love it when you fuck my pussy, but that’s okay, Kyouji’s perfectly capable of talking himself right up to the finish line.

Kyouji gives him long, firm strokes, dragging out of the onahole and pushing back in. Satomi’s squeezing it so tightly between his thighs that it’s practically like his own flesh is gripping Kyouji’s cock, clinging on every outstroke. The pressure of it is so much like the tight silk of a pussy.

“You love it when I fuck you, don’t you?” Kyouji says, voice getting rough around the edge with how much harsh breathing he’s doing through his mouth. “You love it when I stretch you out on my cock.”

Satomi moans, eyebrows all pinched, bottom lip tucked behind his front teeth, eyes big and blinking up at Kyouji. “L-love it,” he slurs, lips moving dumbly like he can’t figure out how to fit the words in his mouth. Kyouji’s fucking him dumb and he’s not even inside him.

The silicon sleeve swallows Kyouji again and again as he fucks it with deep, slow thrusts, exactly like he’d give Satomi if he was fucking his ass. Satomi’s being such a good boy, holding so still, taking it so well, little whimpers mingling with the squelching sound Kyouji’s cock makes with every thrust inside. It’d probably sound the same, fucking Satomi, if he was loose and wet enough.

“You feel how deep I am in you?” Kyouji pants, hips working. “You’re so little Satomi-kun, but you’re taking me so deep.” He tightens his grip on Satomi’s thighs, feeling how small they feel under his palms, between his fingers. Satomi twitches in his grip, wriggling his hips and Kyouji itches to pry Satomi’s legs apart, pull his ass open, slide deeper up inside him, so deep Satomi would feel him in his throat; but of course all he can do is just keep fucking the soft silicone held dutifully between Satomi’s thighs.

Kyouji slides his hands down Satomi’s legs and grips his narrow hips. He can practically engulf Satomi’s entire pelvis in the span of his hands. Kyouji watches the bulge of his cock bump up against the end of the onahole sticking out from between Satomi’s thighs, pinned against his belly by his delicate little hands. It’s preposterous, the thought of Kyouji fucking someone this small, the way it would be Satomi’s belly bulging out with his cock on each thrust and not this stretchy silicone.

“So goddamn tiny,” Kyouji groans, hips snapping in. “But you let me fuck your pussy anyway.”

Satomi cries out, curling in on himself, and Kyouji can only grind his hips down, forcing more pressure and more friction between Satomi’s legs while Satomi heaves gasping breaths that shudder through his body as he cums, clutching the onahole against his belly.

“Aw, look at you, can’t hold back when Kyouji-san’s got his cock in you, can you?” Kyouji grits out. He keeps fucking him, Satomi going looser and looser until he’s limp. The onahole starts slipping in Satomi’s lax grasp and Kyouji wraps his hand over Satomi’s, helping keep it in place until he’s done.

He’s nearing the end of his rope rapidly in any case, the show of Satomi’s sweet little orgasm wrung out by the mere jostling of his little body around on the seat in simulated fucking and a couple of dirty words has Kyouji’s balls drawing tight, aching with a sudden need to unload. Kyouji’s rhythm gets loose, fast, catching at the height of each stroke. He digs his fingers into Satomi’s hip and holds him still, breath stopping on an inhale, and the rope snaps, his cock throbbing full and hard as pleasure rockets through him and he cums, pumping hot bursts into silicone flesh, spilling himself against Satomi.

Kyouji collapses forward, finally wrenching Satomi’s legs apart and shoving his way between them and on top of Satomi. Satomi squeaks, little chest fighting to rise under Kyouji’s weight.

“You’re crushing me,” Satomi gets out with a sharp breath.

Kyouji hoists up to his elbows to let Satomi breathe and when that starts to feel a bit shaky he gives up and slides to his knees on the floorboard. The damn onahole’s still on him, attached like a leech. Kyouji pulls it off with a wet pop, almost laughing with the absurdity of it. If fucking this stupid thing while Satomi held it between his legs made him this wrung out, he better make for damn sure they weren’t in the backseat when Kyouji finally fucked him for real. He didn’t think he’d be able to drive afterward.

KyoSato 4318, Mommy Kink

[(Anonymous)]

Satomi finally embraces his (erotic) maternal instincts...!

There are so many directions to go with this but these are a few ideas I had:

>Kyouji is injured/sick/etc. and Satomi takes care of him
>Kyouji needs comforting after top/dom drop
>Otherwise normal crossdressing sex inspires something in both of them

Bonus: Satomi is acting purely on instinct and is mortified at how much he likes mommying Kyouji

Re: KyoSato 4318, Mommy Kink - Fill 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

The glare of the bathroom light leaves Satomi’s night-soft eyes skittering away for a moment before they adjust.

The glare of the bathroom light leaves Satomi’s night-soft eyes skittering away for a moment before they adjust. The apartment is wrapped in darkness beyond the doorway behind him, but inside, Satomi can see every inch of his body in stark, unforgiving relief.

He fits his fingertips against the bruised imprint at his hips. Against his ribs. He touches each and every mark left behind by teeth and tongue, and a flush warms slowly across his cheeks and down his throat as he retraces the steps of Kyouji’s touch.

He’s just starting to think about slipping back to the futon and waking up the man he left behind under the blanket when he sees Kyouji behind him in the mirror.

Kyouji’s eyes are on the bruises too, but there’s a blankness to his expression that reminds Satomi of a version of Kyouji he used to know. Kyouji studies the marks he left behind, and he smiles, but not a real smile. He feels like a ghost behind Satomi.

"You all right, Satomi-kun?" he asks, so terribly pleasant, but Satomi still finds himself frowning.

"Yeah, of course." Satomi’s tone shrugs off the concern, even if his body is still. He keeps watching Kyouji in the mirror.

"Are you sure?" The question presses just a touch too hard. It slips past the mask Satomi recognizes and also doesn’t, and it’s so unsettling that Satomi finally turns around to face him.

"Yeah," he says again. His fingers itch with an urge to touch that he almost stifles out of old habit, and then the hesitation of novelty, before he reaches to grasp Kyouji’s hand. It’s limp in his grip. "Didn’t mean to wake you."

"I wasn’t asleep." Kyouji is studying his face now, or at least what he can see of the backlit shadows spilling around the edges. Satomi’s skin pricks underneath his inspection.

"Hey." Satomi squeezes Kyouji’s hand, frowning at him. "I said I’m fine. What’s with you?" He can hear his voice sounding more frustrated than he wants. Everything is weird at night.

Kyouji’s gaze finally seems to focus on him. Satomi catches something distant in his eyes, something half-empty, before it shutters behind another smile. Another mask.

"Nothing," Kyouji says. "I’m fine too, Satomi-kun."

Satomi is the one studying Kyouji’s face now, feeling adrift and at a loss. His head is still groggy from waking up in the middle of the night, and Kyouji is like a pile of puzzle pieces in front of him that require a focus he doesn’t have.

"Come here," Satomi finally sighs, exasperated. He slaps the bathroom light off with the hand not clasped in Kyouji’s; that one he refuses to let go of, and he uses the link to drag Kyouji back to the futon.

Under the blanket again, Satomi pulls Kyouji in close, fitting that broad back in against his narrow chest, wrapping his limbs around him like an aggravated octopus.

Kyouji doesn’t even make a sound of feigned protest. Satomi is used to him being pliant, going along with whatever Satomi wants, but it’s almost annoying now.

"What are you so worried about?" Satomi grumbles against Kyouji’s neck. "It’s not like it hurts. And even if it does, I literally asked for it."

There. A quiet whisper of tension across Kyouji’s shoulders, and Satomi finds himself baffled and beleaguered. And then, underneath, a fresh worry gnaws at his heart.

"Did you...not like it?" Satomi asks quietly.

But Kyouji’s response comes swift and without artifice as he turns his head just a few inches back towards Satomi behind him. "Satomi-kun, that’s a silly question." The warm brush of humor even sounds a bit like Kyouji again.

Satomi heaves a sigh against Kyouji’s nape. "You’re such an idiot." But for some reason, he squeezes him tighter in his arms. Sets a hand over his heart to reassure himself that it’s still beating. "Do you, like — need me to talk about liking it?" The very idea gives him hives. He can never find the words even when they’re tangled in the midst of everything, and the idea of verbalizing things without the haze of lust to protect him is mortifying.

But. Maybe Kyouji is dumb enough to need it.

Kyouji’s laugh is barely audible; Satomi mostly feels it in the vibration against his hand. "You don’t need to worry about me, Satomi-kun."

The denial just makes Satomi more annoyed, which is good, because the anger is somehow fuel. "Because I did," he grumbles. "I liked it a lot. That’s why I told you to do it harder, and touch me harder, and — and all of that." He can feel his face heating from embarrassment.

Kyouji is silent, and Satomi soldiers on in his frustration. "I was looking in the mirror because I like how it looks, okay?" Ugh. He might really die from embarrassment. "I was even thinking about waking you back up when you started being all weird about it."

Satomi feels Kyouji’s back expand against his chest with a slow, deep inhale, and it makes Satomi’s heart do a stupid fluttering thing beneath his ribs.

"You did good," Satomi insists stubbornly. The hand not locked over Kyouji’s heart finds its way to his hair to thread fingertips through the darkness, and he feels Kyouji shiver against him. "God, you’re so needy," Satomi mumbles, embarrassed and aroused and embarrassed again. He presses a kiss behind Kyouji’s ear. "You did a good job, okay? I—"

Ugh. Ugh. He can’t. He can’t say it.

Satomi squeezes his eyes shut, presses his face against Kyouji’s shoulder, and curses whatever weird thing is going on with Kyouji right now. "It made me feel...wanted. Okay? Like a lot. Like you wanted me so bad you couldn’t — stop yourself. Or something. So just — stop worrying about it, okay? It felt good."

Some tiny pinpoint of tension begins to unwind, starting from between Kyouji’s shoulder blades and slowly working its way outwards. Satomi exhales a long, slow sigh of relief and keeps petting his fingers through Kyouji’s hair.

Stupid Kyouji. Literally just a dog, needing me to tell him he’s a good boy. He’s so fucking cringey sometimes.

But as Satomi feels the slow progress of unknotting continue across the body of the man he holds, he feels a heady sort of satisfaction that follows.

I’m responsible for that, too.

Satomi’s heart thumps louder in his chest, and his breath comes a little shallow. He kisses Kyouji’s neck again, this time with more lingering heat, and he presses his hips the tiniest bit against Kyouji’s ass, when he hears—

—snoring.

Satomi drops his head back to the pillow with an aggravated breath. Stupid Kyouji. Stupid dumb dog. Stupid—

Satomi closes his eyes, and he keeps petting Kyouji’s hair for as long as he can stay awake.

kyosato, 3914, incest

[(Anonymous)]

maybe kyouji truly did approach satomi with pure intentions; he's his sister's kid, and he just wanted to bond with his nephew without anyone finding out. however, this kid he technically has no ties to begins to develop feelings for him, and he can't help but be charmed by an adolescent's first age inappropriate crush.
surely humoring him wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. they are related, after all.

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[(Anonymous)]

TW: incest, creep kyouji

It really had started as a coincidence. Kyouji had wandered into that concert hall with only a vague idea of what he wanted, like if he sat there and basked in the music a solid plan might just come to him. And it had, only not in the way he’d expected.

Oka Satomi. Another coincidence, he’d thought, though maybe it hadn’t actually been. Maybe some part of him had known, even when he’d been just one of many middle school kids singing their hearts out on that stage. Maybe blood is naturally drawn to blood.

He’d pretty much figured it all out by the time Satomi gave him directions to his house. Had even considered just blurting it out, like “Hey! Did you know you actually have two uncles on your mom’s side?” but had managed to stop himself. He still needed those music lessons after all, and if his sister caught wind of it she’d be beyond pissed. Might even get the cops involved this time.

And so he says nothing, and so, with only a little prodding, Satomi comes to him when called. He’s a good boy, with an apt name, free from whatever bad genes or curse or unlucky star his uncle had been born under.

Kyouji makes progress on his singing, maybe, or he’s at least getting a lot of practice in. Satomi might fuss about it once in a while, but he’s surprisingly pretty patient.

He’s just glad Satomi’s taken to calling him Kyouji-san instead of oji-san or something. That’d be a little too on the nose.

In fact, Satomi doesn’t really behave like a nephew at all, even in Kyouji’s limited uncling experience. He’d thought Satomi would want a little more from him, like an allowance, or help with schoolwork, or advice on girls. But all he ever really asks for is food.

At first he chalks it up to the fact that they only ever go out for karaoke. Maybe if he took him to a ball game or whatever it’d start coming together. Still, he doesn’t mind Satomi’s idiosyncrasies. It keeps their time together relaxing. Fun, no expectations.

But soon his perspective shifts, on the day he kinda-sorta tricks Satomi into helping the guys.

It’s in the way Satomi clings to him. A countless number of women have tried that one, pressing their chest up against his arm, even though Satomi has nothing there, their knees touch practically the whole time. Anyone might get the wrong idea.

And sure, Satomi acts all pissed afterwards, but it only takes a simple bribe to patch things up. Like a girlfriend he’d forgotten to text for a while, pouting for attention.

After that, he can’t help but see it everywhere. The shy glances, the blush that rises so easily to those round cheeks, reminiscent of that baby he held so long ago. Following him around like a little puppy, even coming out to the red-light district to find him…

Adorable.

He should let Satomi down easy, but then again, what’s the harm? He’ll get over it quickly enough. And anyway, it’s better for him to direct those feelings towards someone who cares rather than some random stranger, right? Especially if Satomi’s tastes lean toward older men. No sense in rocking the boat now, especially so close to the contest.

But then, with the violence of shattering glass, everything changes.

Kyouji finally gets to hear him sing. He sings, but it’s more than that. Kyouji’s never heard anything like it. Now the whole situation isn’t quite as funny, even as he laughs at Satomi’s confusion at their little ‘joke.’

Satomi drinks some orange juice, finally stops crying. It gets late. Satomi insists he’s fine getting home alone, but Kyouji can’t just leave it like this.

“Satomi-kun.”

They step out into the alley, finally alone. Now, he should tell him the truth. He needs to know, deserves it — it’s already gotten out of hand enough as it is. But Kyouji finds he lacks the guts to quash that newly-born…something before it even has a chance to grow.

He leans down, bending a knee in order to match Satomi’s height. He means to give him a hug, a little peck on the cheek. Instead, he makes contact with those pink lips, swiping his tongue across the front before he can think better of it. If only he could eat him up.

“Uh—I, um…” Satomi stares at him eyes wide, face flushed, taking a full step back.

“…I have to get home now,” he says after a moment, gaze darting elsewhere.

Maybe the kiss had been too much. Maybe he should have let Satomi initiate it. He’s not sure what came over him, anyway.

“OK then. Be safe,” Kyouji says. Smiles.

But it did make one thing clear. That as soon as he heard him sing, he’d made up his mind to never, ever tell him.

junko/suzuki, pegging, femdom + degradation/humiliation

[(Anonymous)]

junko pegging suzuki (maybe venting out her frustrations from having him as an editor?) and being mean to him about it. the level of consent/how suzuki feels about it is up to you!

Kyosato, 43(?)18, Requited Objectophilia/Anatomy by Kittyhorrorshow AU

[(Anonymous)]

Satomi moves into a cheap apartment (Kyouji) in Yokyo that has been left lonely and abandoned for far too long and seems to be... alive?
Do whatever you want with this, fluff, horror, gore, sfw or nsfw, any pov. go ham.

Re: Kyosato, 43(?)18, Requited Objectophilia/Anatomy by Kittyhorrorshow AU

[(Anonymous)]

well this ended up being way too long to submit in here. so enjoy it on ao3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/74866736) ..... if you dare......

MoriSato + implied KyoSato, pushy coworker/workplace harassment

[(Anonymous)]

Morita gets more tactile in his interest in Satomi while they’re at work. Satomi’s mind is elsewhere (take a guess) but the body is sort-of-kind-of-maybe willing. How far they go is up to you I mostly just want to Morita being inappropriate towards Satomi lol (touching him/groping him through his clothes/forcibly kissing him in the backroom and/or on the floor when it’s slow/etc.)

Bonus points +1000 if Kyouji makes a surprise appearance at the end and sees how casually Morita touches Satomi and is Bothered.

kyosato, 3914, car sex, stomach bulging

[(Anonymous)]

right what it says on the tin. it would be super hot if satomi were riding kyouji and kyouji pressed down on the bulge with one hand while grabbing his hip with the other

Re: kyosato, 3914, car sex, stomach bulging

[(Anonymous)]

https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/138113520 hi... drew this and posted it on pixiv... shy shy shy

Kyousato, any ages, dacryphilia

[(Anonymous)]

Kyouji only laughs at Satomi crying to cover for the big boner it gives him every time u_u

Kyosato, steamy onsen sex

[(Anonymous)]

Going on vacation to a little hot springs town, staying at a nice inn, eating good food, wearing cute yukata, getting frisky in the open air bath, and so on~

kyosato, 3914, omorashi/piss kink

[(Anonymous)]

kyouji keeps buying drinks for satomi during karaoke sessions, because he thinks it's funny to watch satomi squirm and try not to make it obvious that he needs to pee. bonus for kyouji somehow convincing satomi that they should go to the bathroom together and him being inappropriately close when satomi finally pees.

3914, Vampire feeding

[(Anonymous)]

Any set-up/universe bending you like, I just need vampire!Satomi feeding on Kyouji and Kyouji being SOOO happy to provide nourishment for his sweet little vampire 🥰

Re: 3914, Vampire feeding

[(Anonymous)]

hi, im sorry i didn't give you your babyvamp satomi and i hope someone else gives you another fill closer to your request! but you did inspire me to write this and i want to give you thanks, at least.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/74838356

Wada/Matsuribayashi, group sugar baby

[(Anonymous)]

Wada somehow ends up meeting Oka-sempai's yakuza in-laws and ends up with an entire harem of sugar daddies who are so happy to have their own choirboy to compete with Kyouji about. He takes full advantage! Get that bread (and more), Wada!

Kyosato 4318+, Let's Go Phalloplasty

[(Anonymous)]

[leans hard on the mic]

What if Kyouji got the name tattoo removed as the skin graft for phallo.

kyosato, 4318, asexual romance

[(Anonymous)]

both satomi and kyouji are asexual romantics. satomi is sex repulsed while kyouji is neutral. satomi knows what he is while kyouji doesn’t. romantic tension where they want to hold each other is the goal.

Kyosato, Hypnosis 2 Tokyo Drift

[(Anonymous)]

you have seen the first kyosato hypno prompt, now it is time for a second kyosato hypno prompt: i would love to see KYOUJI get hypnotized!

how it happens is up to you, but i think kyouji deserves to be soft and dumb and empty and hypnotized for satomi. he deserves this.

4318+ preferred but i will also enjoy it with 3914 if that is where your heart pulls you. sfw or nsfw fine!

Kyosato first aid / field medicine

[(Anonymous)]

What it says on the tin…I want one (or both!) of them to get fucked up somehow and for the other to have to provide emergency treatment because professional medical care isn’t immediately reachable. Dislocate a joint, mangle a limb, drop a building on them, have them shot or stabbed, it’s all good. If Kyouji’s the one hurt it would be hot to have him talk a panicking Satomi through what to do as well uwu

kyosato/satokyo, crying during/after sex

[(Anonymous)]

we've seen satomi cry plenty. time for kyouji to shed some tears to his and satomi's surprise both. bonus points if it turns satomi on even more. top/bottom configuration is up to you, so is the sexual act (doesn't have to be penetrative sex). would prefer 4318/post-canon for maximum believability but don't let me stop you if you get inspired otherwise.

KyoSato, non-con, crying

[(Anonymous)]

I would really love to see any kind of non-con between this pairing (ᵔ.ᵔ) A pretty non-specific prompt I guess, but bonus points for Satomi crying and/or Kyouji being creepy/sadistic lol Any age or point in the story is fine, go where your pervert heart takes you! ♡( ◡‿◡ )