Drop gintoki smut right now miss 👇🏼
i haven’t watched gintama in a WHILE he’s gonna be ooc im sorry 😭🧎🏽♀️
CONTENT WARNING─♡─daddy kink because gintoki refers to himself as daddy this is canon we know it’s true.
It’s a pleasant surprise to find that Gintoki is a moaner.
You expected him to be a grunter, maybe take some deep breaths here and there. But he gives the impression that, above all, he tries to restrain himself.
It’s absolutely pussy-clenching that he doesn’t.
“B—baby,” he whimpers, one strong arm wrapped tightly around your waist and smushing your chest against his. The whole thing is desperate, a feral quickie before the kids come back home. He’s been itching to get his hands on you and you’ve been dying to get stretched out like this for months. It feels good to hear him sound as wrecked as you feel.
Your fingers curl in the nest of silver ontop of his head. Wavy, unruly, unbelievably soft. Soft like the muscle that’s gently layered with chub across his abdomen—he’s so stocky—and soft like the velvet skin of his cock, nudging into your sloppy pussy and creating an even bigger mess. You hum absentmindedly, hearing him but not registering anything beyond the gushy, slap—slap—slap noises he makes with every thrust upward. With his back pressed against the couch, it gives Gintoki perfect leverage to hold you up and fuck you as fast, and mean, as he wants.
“Gin,” you whine, trying to match his rhythm and getting irritated when you can’t. He’s so big inside. You’re so full and open with the way he stretches you, and it keeps nudging into something deep in a way that’s making you sob. “M’so close,” you tell him, eyes watery and cheeks burning, “it won’t—I can’t—,”
“Yeah?” A rough hand soothes over your back. An equally soothing voice rumbles over your head. “Let me handle it. Daddy’s got ya.”
Strong hands wrap around your thighs and yank you up. Your clit drags up his stomach, cunt emptily leaking all over his lap until you’re filled to the brim again. Sweet, “thank you, daddy”s spilling from your mouth and sending bursts of heat through Gintoki’s body every time. Each thrust sends you jolting forward into him, rubbing your hardened nipples against his chest.
‘Toki’s head falls back against the couch as he grips your thighs tighter. A guttural moan flies from his slacked mouth and spills across the air, deep and desperate. “M’gonna cum,” he announces, tone full of urgency, “tell me you’re there. Fuck, tell me you’re close.”
The pressure between your hips is familiar and toe-curling and hot and you’re tingling all over. “M’gonna make a mess.”
“Uh huh,” Gintoki coos, “make a mess f’r me, sweetheart. M’gonna—gonna—shit. Daddy’s gonna make you m-messy, too.”
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