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oh boy. you asked for asks and I shall respond.

I don’t know what it is about poor Kazuha that makes me want to bully him. Poor baby didn’t even do anything, but I wanna see him clawing at the sheets begging and crying. He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for anymore, whether he should be pulling you closer or trying to get away from the overstimulation <3.

this man makes me go feral fr- wanna mark him up and leave cute little hickies all over his chest and thighs..

“One more, please?” ➔ Kaedahara Kazuha 〤Reader

Synopsis: you can’t get enough of Kazuha, who could! He doesn’t seem to mind, even if it end up with him exhausted. As long as you’re satisfied, he’s happy (and so is his cock)

⟳𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙨➤ 18+ content. sub!kazuha, dom!reader. gender neutral, no genitals stated. milking. edging. overstimulation. drool. handjob. nipple play. marking. hitting. porn with no plot.

Tomodachi add-on!: “I love Kaedahara s’much! I’m a firm believer that he’s such a push over when it comes to his spouse, letting them do whatever they want to him as long as they’re happy, thanks for the request!”

You don’t know what it was that made you snap; was it his charming etiquette? His soft, breathy voice? Perhaps it was just him that made you lose it, his form that was just so petite. His hips that fit anything deliciously (you don’t understand why he hides it with baggy shorts.), or his milky thighs that you get to peek at when he wakes up in the morning when it’s void of it’s normal red stockings—which you also adored.

So, that’s why you’re not surprised at the situation you’re in now. Kazuha was face down, ass up, drooling from his opened mouth—moaning and sobbing like a slut. You’re edging him, working him up to his release only to stop. He didn’t do anything, he never did! You just loved hearing him cry, cock spurting pre-cum from his rosy tip. His nails claw into your sheets, wailing as his orgasm was ripped away from him

“no-no! No—was s’close!—” he sobs again, wiggling his ass so you can continue milking his pretty cock. He’s truly debauched, his silky thighs trembling, too fucked to keep them still. They’re all marked: bite marks, hickeys. It looks pretty on him, you take note to put more on him later.

“please, m’love—wanna cum f’you! archons—nghh!” he whines, and you can’t help but give him what he wants. He asked so nicely. So, that’s why you don’t plan on stopping when you work his cock. His back arches and he spreads his legs more, giving you more access. Each stroke of his wet cock makes filthy sounds.

Shlick, shlick, shlick! he’s squirming, unable to stay still when you give attention to his cockhead, swiping your thumb over it with each harsh tug of his shaft. You let his fidgeting slide, After all, you’re far from done with him but he’s already so out of it.

“Kazuha, stop moving. You’re going to ruin your orgasm, baby.” You coo, pressing a hand against the arch of his back.

“m’ s’close! gon-gonna cum—fuck! mmm!~” you’re slightly surprised at the curse that slips past him, he’s always so composed, guess Kazuha isn’t immune to everything, especially with the way he’s drooling on your sheet.

“s’okay, let it all out. I’m right here” you reassure, stroking him faster, pushing him over the edge until—

“cumming—oh! m’cummin, ohh~” with two last harsh tugs, he’s shooting ropes of warm sticky cum from his tip. fuck, he’s coating your hand and making a mess everywhere. His balls go taut with each spurt, his body tensing as his eyes roll. He’s always been so loud when he reaches his peak, sobbing ‘thank you, m’love!” while grinding his cock against your hand, prolonging his orgasm as long as possible. After he’s done, you flip him over, laying him on his back as he roughly inhaled and exhales, taking large gulps of air.

His chest is still unmarked, you need to change that. His nipples are perked and hard, shining from sweat. Their rosy rubbed raw from being pressed against the sheets for too long.

“My love? Are you okay?” He sounds out of it, looking up at you with hazy, dazed eyes. His smile is ditzy, and his gaze is full of love. You ignore him, now that his chest is on display you can’t think correctly. Both your hands slide up his body, caressing his toned tummy. His breath hitches, stomach tensing as you slither upwards to his chest. You tug his sensitive nipple, pulling a whine out of him.

“m’love—I c-can’t-”

“One more? f’me?” you lean in, taking a bud in your mouth. You nibble and hum in satisfaction, Kazuha is trembling like a leaf in your hold, panting and gasping when you litter his chest in hickeys, as well as harshly pulling his nipples. His spent cock is half hard, pathetically dribbling spurs of pre cum already.

“mmmhh! feels li-like’m gonna cum again, love—“ he sucks in a breath at a harsh suck on his pectoral. Upon hearing his confession, you back off—he takes your distance as you edging him again—he weeps, sobbing an apology

“I can’t! P-please—please!”

“Shh I know, I know” you shush him, quickly wrapping your hand around his cock, letting him know you weren’t going anywhere. You know he’s close when his stomach starts tensing, he doesn’t warn you when he’s coming—too busy trembling and moaning. His cock twitches and more cum shoots, this time landing on his tummy rather than your sheets. It’s still messy—kazuha’s loads are always thick and plentiful, but less than last time. You continue stroking him through his orgasm, his back arches and hands tweaking his nipples. He swears he can’t continue, but still chasing after the pleasure you give him, what a needy thing.

You’re still pumping him even after he comes down from his high, he’s trying to squirm away, but he can’t stop his hips from jolting back up into your fist when you with his cockhead. The feeling of overstimulation sends spark of pain and pleasure though him.

“Ggnn! fuck~ oh—!! Nggh—!” He’s fighting it, knees closing in on your wrist. You grin, using your free hand to easily spread him, he’s got no energy to fight back. He truly looks brainless, his eyes misty and hazy, tears catching at his lashes. He’s pretty, and he’s all yours.

“One more, I promise—give me one more, baby.” he can’t respond without letting his sounds of pleasure interrupt him. He just nods desperately, his bruised and aching thighs trembling violently as the knot in his lower tummy builds. He knows this one is going to be the most intense, and he doesn’t know if he has anymore cum to give you.

You lean down, he’s trying to keep his eyes on you but it’s hard when they want to flutter close. Suddenly, the feeling of your warm wet mouth surrounds his head, pushing him over the edge. His eyes roll at the back of his head, his ears ring and his vision turns white.

“There we go—just like that, Kazuha.” You slow your pace, seeing that he couldn’t even respond to you, drooling with no thoughts. He’s babbling nonsense, spouting incoherent sentences like, “s’good!” “Thank you—“

You fully stop when he regains a little bit of sense. He looks peaceful, eyes closed and relaxed. His body was no longer tense but instead boneless—thighs still trembling while covered in spit and cum. Oh, but you’re not done with him, you grasp his soft cock and he hisses, eyes shooting open in shock. He’s about to protest, say he can’t take anymore but you beat him to the punch.

“One more, I promise, please?” You coax him, rubbing his thighs with a hard-to-resist smile. He’s too fucked out of his mind to say no, or speak properly for that matter. He just mindlessly nods, giving you what you want. At least he got a good milking in the end.

“A-anything f’you, my l-love-oh!” You start touching him again, man, tonight’s going to be a long night…

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officialscaramouche · 3 years

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Three is company— a gift for @ambers-glider ‘s fic here! I told y’all I’d get to writing today!!!!

EDIT: Tomo is the friend (Tomo is short for tomodachi which is friend in japanese)

pairing: Kazuha x Gorou x reader

tw: a couple curse words

wc: 2,178

You squatted around the fire with your colleagues, eating your food straight from the can. “[Y/N]!” You hear your squad leader call out from his tent. You turn to look at what he wanted and note him standing with a messenger from the base of operations you just left. He waved what looked like a white flag. It piqued your interest, you had to admit, stretching out your legs with your can in hand.

“Yes, sir!” You salute, slapping your ankles together in form.

Your squad leader extended his hand, exchanging an open letter with you. “A letter. From the resistance,” he says simply. “From the second in command himself.”

It didn’t take the second sentence for you to know who it was. Of course, Kokomi was the leader of your resistance— all of you worked for her. But her second in command was none other than the tricky Gorou, known for his sly and mischievous ploys. “Thank you, sir,” you salute once more before dipping to tear into the letter.

It sucked that none of your mail could go through unopened, but it made sense considering that any one of you could be shogunate spies. It was a small price to pay for your cause, even if the letter was a bit personal.

[Y/N], it read. I hope this letter finds you well. After yours and Kazuha’s leave, I dove into my work to try and distract myself from the aching in my heart. Seeing many of my comrades fall in the recent ambush made me long for you more. I cannot ignore it much longer, so I have written to both you and dearest Kazuha in hopes that we may once again be reunited. We should all be returning to base in two weeks for the monthly review. Please find me there. I look forward to seeing you. Gorou.

“Oh?” A voice came behind you. “Everyone wondered what was going on between you and the shiba boy. I guess this proves true?”

You pulled the letter to your chest, scowling at the man who sat beside you. “Do you need something, sir? Why is my business important to you?”

He smiled, throwing an arm around you. “Damn, I was just curious!” You shook his arm off of you and turned your back to him. “I’m sorry that we have to go through your letters. But I’m sure you understand.”

You frowned as your eyes scanned the letter again. “I do,” you sigh. Bringing the letter to your nose and breathing in the scent. It smelled like otogi wood. It smelled like him. “But it does suck that everyone in command knows about my affairs.”

“What happened? If you don’t mind my asking.”

You peer over your shoulder and glare. “I do mind you asking.” You hissed.

The two weeks went by painfully slow. Your team was sent to do reconnaissance once more after the ambush that Gorou mentioned in his letter. While it wasn’t your team that was tasked with scouting that area prior to his arrival, it was your command team that got in trouble for it. Everyone was expected to do seamless work and the weight was on your team’s shoulders.

You double checked your field of observation; replacing your traps, checking the knots, and notating all of your activities. Signing off and turning in your report, you packed all of your equipment and belongings and darted out of the camp.

It was good to finally be back on base. All you wanted to do was get into your room and hop into the shower. You weren’t about to meet your exes sweaty and covered in dirt. You step inside and stop at the front desk. “Welcome back [Y/N],” the receptionist greets. “What number did you reserve?”

“Twenty three,” you slide over the key, lugging your duffel bag onto the table. You unzip the bag and fish for your personal belongings as the receptionist grabs your locker key. “I’m returning the reconnaissance pack and some gear.”

The receptionist scratches out your name on the clipboard and pulls the bag across the desk. “I heard you’re meeting with Master Gorou and Lord Kazuha.”

You slap your forehead with a groan. “Ugh, does everyone know?”

“Not everyone. I heard from Master Gorou himself. He told me to tell you he’d be in his office.”

“He’s here already?”

“Since seven this morning. He seemed rather eager to meet you.” The receptionist hands you the forms you signed to borrow the equipment. “Sign and date, please.”

You take the pen off the desk and begin to scribble on the document when the door slides open with a ding. “Oh, [Y/N],” a calm and melodious voice says. “What great timing!”

You shudder at the voice, turning slowly to confirm your suspicions. “O-Oh, hi Lord Kazuha…I just got back.”

The samurai walks up and places a hand on the small of your back. “Is Gorou here yet?”

“Yes,” the receptionist answers, taking the clipboard back from you. “He should be waiting in his office.”

“Great,” Kazuha smiles, grabbing your belongings off the desk and ushering you away with him. “Let’s go, shall we?”

You twiddle your fingers nervously as you walk. “I haven’t showered yet, my lord.”

“Oh that’s alright. I haven’t either.”

That wasn’t the point, you thought, reaching the elevator. “Well, I was hoping I could stop at my room and shower.”

Kazuha pushed one of the buttons on the elevator panel. “We’re already here, though.” You scratch your head and frown. “It’s okay,” he continues. “Master Gorou won’t mind.”

“Why do you smell like incontinence?”

You bury your face in your palms as you listen to Gorou and Kazuha speak. “Because I’ve been hiding in the trenches,” Kazuha laughs, opening his arms for a hug.

“You know I have a strong sense of smell,” Gorou whined as he embraced the samurai. “And [Y/N],” you look from between your fingers and notice the warm smile and faint blush on Gorou’s face. “It’s so good to see you too.”

The shiba boy walks up to you and pulls you into a tight embrace, his face nuzzled into your neck. “You’re stinky too.”

“Hey!” You shout, your hands reaching to wrap around him. “Kazuha didn’t want to stop at my room.”

Gorou pulls back and gazes into your eyes, his hand coming to cup your cheek. “That’s okay. I’ve been waiting around anxiously for both of you. Come,” he gestured, extending his arm out. “Please sit with me. I’ve got cookies and tea.”

Kazuha tucked his hands into his sleeves and grinned. He knelt down on the tatami pillow, sitting down on his knees and reaching for a cookie. You followed suit next to him, sitting back on your heels and taking the teacup from Gorou after he poured some tea. It was nice and light until Kazuha took a sip from his cup. “Why did you ask us to come here?” He said with a smile.

You stiffened at the question, your hair standing on end at the suddenly uncomfortable mood. You thought it was obvious why he arranged this meeting, but you guess that Kazuha wanted to hear it from his own mouth.

Gorou rubbed the back of his neck. “I mostly wanted to apologize,” he explained. “Whether or not you accept my apology is not my concern. But I do hope that we can agree to reconcile.”

“It’s very uncomfortable walking around after my superiors have gone through my mail,” Kazuha continued, closing his eyes as he sipped on his tea. “You could’ve at least been a bit more subtle with the delivery.”

“That was part of the problem, though.” The two of you watched and listened closely as Gorou spoke. When the three of you parted ways, it wasn’t on the best of terms. Being in each other’s presence was awkward enough as a result, but hearing him explain his side wasn't something that either you or Kazuha cared to understand. “Keeping both you and [Y/N] a secret was a problem to me. I understood that it would become a hindrance if people knew, but I couldn’t even hold your hand in public.”

Kazuha was silent as he spoke. Gorou and Kazuha had been a thing before you were introduced. But from the beginning you felt that things were tense between them. Being an outsider, the problem was more obvious than it was to them but it was something you felt they needed to work out. That’s why you left.

“And while it was okay for a bit,” Gorou continued, looking away as his words began to choke in his throat. “It was painful to love someone who didn’t even want to be called my ‘boyfriend.’ I don’t think you realize how embarrassing it is to say ‘oh, Kazuha’s my not-boyfriend because he doesn’t want to be tied down by titles.’ I understand that you don’t want a serious relationship but it felt like you didn’t care.”

“I was grieving,” Kazuha kind of snapped, his fingers curled into a fist. “Do you not understand that? My real boyfriend killed himself!”

“Am I not real to you?! Am I just your rebound to fuck and forget?! We are all grieving, Kazuha! We all loved Tomo! What about [Y/N], huh?! Is [Y/N] not real to you either?!”

Kazuha slammed his fist on the table. “Neither of you give a shit! Neither of you care about how I feel!”

Gorou stood on his feet, looking down at the man across from him. “Who was the person that begged you to stay, huh?! Throwing yourself into battle at every chance you got and then turning your back on me!! How dare you say I don’t give a shit!”

The three of you sat in uncomfortable silence after both men refused to say anything else. All you did was sit there and listen, not really feeling as if your opinion mattered. You weren’t in the relationship for very long anyway, why would you have anything to say?

Kazuha looked away from the both of you, while Gorou’s eyes focused on him. You sat with your hands in your lap, waiting for someone to say something. “What do you think, [Y/N]?” Kazuha said finally, not looking at you.

“Me?” You pointed to yourself. “Does it matter?”

“Of course it matters,” Gorou said, sitting back down and reaching for your hands. “You were a part of the relationship too.”

“I’m not sure though…it didn’t feel like I was.” Kazuha looked over his shoulder, his cheeks wet from tears he had been hiding. “I wasn’t even a part of the conversation. You left—” you said, pointing to Kazuha. “—and you ignored me.” Then pointing to Gorou.

You crossed your arms with a huff. “Kazuha didn’t even try to talk it out, and Gorou wasn’t patient enough. Neither of you had any care about how I felt. I don’t even think you guys care now! All you want is for me to agree with you and argue with the other! But you’re both wrong! We all loved Tomo, Kazuha. It’s not fair that you shut all of us out. And it’s also not fair to Kazuha to try and force him to get over it so quickly! Everyone grieves at different paces. Just because you’re more used to your friends dying doesn’t mean he has to!”

They were both silent again as your words soaked in. You were right, of course. Gorou thought about the things he said and how he could’ve done it differently. How he had pushed Kazuha away instead of helping. And Kazuha thought about how selfish he was being. He wasn’t Tomo’s only friend and he wasn’t the only one who cared about him.

Then the silence was broken. “I’m sorry.”

Both of the men turned to look at you with confused expressions. “Why are you sorry?” Kazuha asked, grabbing your hands and pulling you close to him. “It’s not your fault.”

Gorou came around and joined in the hug, wrapping his arms around both of you. “Yeah, [Y/N] it’s not your fault. We’re the ones who fucked up.”

“Yeah,” Kazuha pulled back, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “I’m the one who should apologize.”

“No,” Gorou shook his finger. “I said I was going to apologize first.”

“Well too bad!” Kazuha shoved a finger into Gorou’s chest. “I said it first!”

Gorou laughed, pinching Kazuha’s cheek. “No, [Y/N] said it first!”

You pushed them away from you and chuckled. “Now that you’re both feeling better, I was going to say ‘I’m sorry is what you should say to each other.’”

Kazuha tucked your hair behind your ear with a soft expression, before Gorou swooped in and peppered your cheeks with kisses. “Promise you’ll work on it?” You asked.

Gorou and Kazuha looked at each other lovingly, leaning in to kiss for the first time in a long time. “We promise.” They said at the same time.

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