#kny x reader smut

[mysicklove]

𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

DAY 8: TOYS

With: Giyuu Tomioka

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Sub! Giyuu, gn! reader, modern day au, vibrators, bullet vibrator, anal play, nipple clams, vibrating cock ring, reader lowkey sadistic, safeword mentioned, giyuu crying/sobbing,

A/N: i struggled writing this and i have no idea why. welp.

“There are so many…Where did you find them?” Giyuu mumbles into your neck, sitting behind you on your shared bed, completely bare. His face has turned a bright red, and hes getting extra clingy, meaning that he must be embarrassed. But he is embarrassed majority of the time you do anything remotely not vanilla, so you are used to it.

You sit with a grin, staring at the items layed in front of you. Most of them are a shade of pink, but some are purple, or dark blue. Toys. You have acquired a bunch of sex toys, and today you were going to try them out on your adorable, stone-faced, boyfriend. “Online. Do you want me to explain what they all are?” 

He nods into the back of your neck, peering over your shoulder, and wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

His eyes scan the multitude of silicon, and the strangely shaped devices. He has never owned nor even talked about sex toys, and the fake pussy is staring right at him, and is making him squirm uncomfortably. You pick it up, laughing at the way he seems to cower at it. “This is a fleshlight. We also have another one over here,” This one was a green color, and just looked like a cylinder with texture on the inside. He liked this one immediately more. “You fuck it instead of your hand.” He blushes at the bluntness of your words but nods.

You set the two down, and Giyuu makes sure to turn away the lewder fleshlight so that it doesn’t face him. You giggle at him but don’t say anything and begin to search for your next item.Your hands trace to a white wand-shaped item, bigger than the rest of them. “Watch this,” You say, clicking on the button to see it jump to life. Giyuu’s eyes widen at the loudness of it, and how strong the vibrations are, and he unconsciously leans into you. “This is a vibrator.” You place it on his chest, and he jumps when they graze his sensitive nipples, shooting you a half-hearted glare. “We also have a bullet vibrator.” You grab the pink circular vibrator with the long attachment cord. “I have some fun ideas for this.” 

He covers his face and groans when you playfully slap his ass. “Alright, two more.”

Giyuus eyes wander to a mental chain with two clamps on both ends. Before you can continue, he cuts you off, pointing to it and mumbling out, “What is this?”

Your face lights up, and you place a hand on his thigh, leaning forward to whisper into his ear teasingly, “Nipple clamps.” You grab the chain from his hand, and pinch the two sides, staring at his chest in awe. “Bet they’ll make your cute nipples all red and swollen,” You sigh, mouth already watering at the idea. 

He flinches, pulling away. “Th-Thats gonna hurt,” The dark-haired man complains, trying to hide away from your sadistic gaze. He squirms when you laugh, and grabs a purple silicon circle, hoping to distract you. “And this?”

“Mhmm, may be my favorite. Cock ring. Prevents you from cumming, and look!” You press the button, sending the toy to life. “It also vibrates. Man, Giyuu, you are going to have so much fun tonight!”

His face pales slightly, and he drops the toy. “I don’t like that one,” He frowns, not liking the idea of not being able to cum at all. 

You peck his mouth, ignoring his complaint. “Hmm, most men don’t. But you’ll look so cute!”

He lets out a small whimper, hoping to coax some sympathy from you, but you just smile at him, petting his head. “It’s gonna be fun. And you will have your safeword. So if you don’t like anything too much, we can stop.”

He doesn’t say anything, instead moving closer to you. You feel something tap your thigh, and grin when you look down. “Well, arent you excited?”

He gulps, looks up at you one more time, and then buries his head into your neck with a whine, mentally preparing for what’s to come.

He was right to prepare, he was already trembling before you even turned anything on. He yelps when you clamp the second nipple on, and you wipe away a stray tear. “Hurts,” he whines, cringing when he glances down at his chest. 

“Sorry love, it’s over now. That was a little uncomfortable, huh Giyuu?” You murmur, cupping his face and kissing his cheek. The words make him feel like a child being comforted after getting wounded, but still, he melts at the tone, playing into it by sniffling and nodding. “Oh you’re so cute, just makes me wanna tease you.”

He whimpers, frowning at you and shaking his head. You pull away and run your fingers down his body, and then sit back on your knees before him. He lays on his back, hands on your knee, while blinking at you, waiting patiently for what’s next to cum.

He lays naked, and with one hand on your knee, seeking comfort. The thin chain connects his two nipples together, and lays lax against his pale chest. On his cock, is the cockring, that sits silently, waiting for you to turn it on. His dick fumes against his stomach, twitching in arousal. Next to him, lay the light green fleshlight (he convinced you to put away the pussy one), and the wand vibrator. And finally, the pink bullet vibrator is up his ass, and grazing his prostate. 

“Alright, let’s start this, yeah? How many times do you think you are gonna cum?” You tease, distracting him as you reach in between his thighs, and click on the vibrator. 

He jumps, sighing out when he feels the low vibrations inside him. “Don’t know,” He mumbles, “Maybe two times?”

You giggle, shaking your head. “Way too low of a guess, silly boy.” The sound of the cockring clicks to life, and Giyuus eyes visibly widen. It was at a higher intensity than the bullet vibrator, and it surprised him.

The two intense feelings send him shivering, and quietly moaning out. His hand grips onto your knee, and he buries his head into the pillow, panting into the soft fabric. You smile at him, and then grab the fleshlight, quickly pouring a copious amount of lube in.

You then steady his hips, huffing a laugh to see them already trembling. Then you force the fleshlight onto his cock, marveling at the lewd squelching noise. 

His reaction is immediate, bucking his hips into it, but then frantically pulling away, as if he was confused. “Wait. Wait. Wait. At the same time?” Giyuu uncharacteristically yelps, eyes wide and staring at you in panic.

You cock your head to the side. “Of course? What did you think we were doing?” He tries to respond, but it’s cut off by a moan when you slide the entire thing back on. It’s too big, considering the cockring covers too much space, so the tip ends about halfway into the toy. 

The vibrations travel to the silicon when the two toys touch, and it sends Giyuu crying out. “F-Fuckkkk. No no no. It’s too much!” 

His hips barely touch the ground anymore. Frantically moving from side to side, and then bucking upward into the toy without his consent. His frantic movements send heat to your groin, and you reach around in between his thighs to turn up the bullet vibrator to the highest level.

His thighs instictually close shut, and your hand almost got caught in his trap. You smack his upper thigh gently, in a tease, but he doesn’t seem to notice. His back is arching and he is gripping the sheets, letting out a silent scream. Giyuus face is buried into the pillow, but he’s whipping his head from side to side, overwhelmed with all the sensations. 

You pump his dick slowly, instead focusing your attention on your obviously overstimulated boyfriend. “I can’t–I can’t. Oh my god, it’s everywhere,” he cries, legs sporadically bending and then kicking out. 

His body forces himself to the side, moving your hand aside, as his hips come up. Then he turns himself completely over, onto his hands and knees as he screams into the pillow, while bucking his hips backward and forward into the two vibrations. He hiccups when he feels his nipples being tugged at by the force of gravity on the clamps. 

“There ya go. More comfortable on your hands and knees?” You don’t wait for him to respond, brushing his hair to the side. “Now, what’s everywhere, Giyuu?”

He sobs something into the pillow, but you can’t hear it, so you gently pinch his thigh. He gets the memo immediately, and pulls away, balancing on shaky hands, as drool coats his face. “T-The vibrations–Everywhere!” He hiccups, lifting his ass higher in the air as his eyes roll back.

A sadistic urge boils in your stomach as you glance at the white vibrator. He was wrong….They weren’t everywhere, and you wanted to change that. With one hand, you bring the fleshlight back to his cock, and then gulp, before picking up the wand, and switching it on. 

He doesn’t hear the new sound of the vibrator, focused completely on the feeling of the fleshlight again. His hips drill into it, and then occasionally arch as if to push himself deeper into the bullet vibrator.

You reach under him, and gently place the wand on the chain. It pulls it down, and also sends vibrations rippling through the chains. 

Giyuu’s eyes widen, and then immediately he sobs into the pillow, cringing as his fists jab into the bed sheets. His nipples are being pulled at, and are vibrating profusely. “Ow. Owwwww, stop stop! Its–I can’t–Oh help me!”

Before you get lost in the mouthwatering view, you are quick to ask if he is all alright. “Your color?”

“Green. Green,” He hiccups, “But you are so–so mean to me!” 

You kiss his upper thigh and continue to move your hands up and down his shaft. His whole body trembles, and the only thing louder than the multiple vibrations, was his constant moans and cries. “But you are gonna cum soon, right, Giyuu?” You coo, watching the way pre begins to dribble out, and helps lube the toy.

He nods into the pillow, body beginning to collapse on itself. You are quick to pull him upright, liking the view of his trembling ass, and shaking dick a little too much. “Bet it's going to be intense,” You mumble, “Bet it’s going to feel so good.”

Your words send his head spinning because you are right. He feels himself approach closer and closer to it, and its never been this intense before. Every sensitive part of his body is being stimulated, and it hasn’t even been five minutes.

You know the signs of your lover beginning to approach his orgasm, and you take the cockring off. One of these days youll use it to deny him his release, but not today, that would be too brutal with everything that is going on. He doesn’t notice, because it’s immediately replaced by the fleshlight fucking him up and down.

 “Please. Please. I–” He falters, forgetting how to speak when his orgasm hits him. His whole body shakes, and he sees white. Every inch of his body is screaming out, and he has got to be on cloud nine. 

He stays silent through it all though, eyes rolling back, and teeth biting into the pillow. Cum shoots out, onto his stomach and the sheets, and you smile through it all. 

His legs collapse moments later and his whole body falls limp against the sheets, jerking sporadically from the continuous vibrations on his prostate. Giyuu felt as if his brain melted, his every thought truly fucked out of him.

He feels his hips being lifted again, your arm supporting him, and he glances at you with hazy blue eyes. “Don’t pass out on me now,” You tease, strapping the cockring back into place. “We still got at least two more orgasms to pull from you.”

And the second the vibrations turn on, he seems to snap awake, but its too late. “W-Wait!” 

You just laugh, and bring the wand vibrator back to his now-redden nipples.

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[komelrebi-san]

subby boys are the best, oml <3

i am totally not delusional but oh lawwwwd 🤭🤭🤭

tw: MDNI! sub! needy! slight perv! boys x dom! reader, mostly gn! reader, twt! links (you might have to log in to see them), bondage, use of toys, slight femboy, slight mommy! kink, pls tell me if there's more that i should add! don't like, don't read.

subby boys! who are just so needy for your attention all the time.

subby boys! who'd do anything to distract you from whatever you are doing so that your hands can be on them.

subby boys! who can't stand it when you are not with him, but they know they can't touch themselves because you'd punish them if they did. but they just can't help it!!

subby boys! who ended up being punished afterwards, because they just can't keep their hand to themselves! they look so pretty, in a petite little skirt with a vibrator shoved up their ass, hands tied behind their back. and you told them that they can't cum before you came back home.

subby boys! who just can't hold their orgasm at all, when you come back they were in tears, having cummed so many times that his pretty cock hurts :(

subby boys! who needed you so bad, yet you were at work. they'd dress up for you in the prettiest pair of lacy panties that you owned, touching themselves, hoping that their desperate whines and whimpers would make you come back sooner.

subby boys! that use your toys to make himself cum when you are not home, and he'd film himself too, wearing a pair of headphones so that the mic can catch every single noise he made. he made sure to use the dildo that cums, and he opened his legs wide to make sure you can see him pumping the toy into his tight little ass, his seed squirting out of his tip.

subby boys! that steal your panties because they smell like you. they'd rub the cloth over their sensitive tip, and of course they'd send you videos too, because they knew that you'd fuck them silly afterwards.

subby boys! when their slutty nature got the best of them, they'd dress up in a maid dress, touching himself and filming a video for you too. they'd edge themselves until he came, hard, and he even had the audacity to send you a message along with the video: sorry mommy i'm clumsy, i accidently spilled my milk <3

subby boys! are the best, right?

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[tiza0925]

Sleepy | 18+

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Vaginal Sex, Female Reader, Demon Sex, Creampie, Praise Kink, Top!Akaza, Consensual Somnophilia, Sleepy sex, Oral Sex (female receiving)

Pairing: Demon!Akaza x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Akaza sighs as he goes down on his knees, causing the mattress to dip beneath you, and his hands come up to hold onto your waist. 

He’s been visiting you at night more often lately. 

Sometimes you’re awake—ready and waiting for him. 

But sometimes—just like tonight—you’re asleep. 

But you honestly did try to wait for him tonight. 

You look forward to your encounters with him—which is absurd, considering you’re the one who should be trying to kill him since he’s a demon. 

One of the Upper Moons. 

And you’re a Hashira. 

And yet here he is, in your bedroom, late at night, as you shift in your sleep—with Akaza knowing you wouldn’t even bother to try cutting his head off if you were awake. 

It’s an odd…situation you put yourself in. 

One that you know will get you in deep trouble with the Corps if they ever find out. 

But that never stopped you from letting this particular demon touch you. 

Or kiss you. 

Or fuck you. 

Akaza was too good with the words he’d say to you and how he touched you—and you’re only a human after all. 

One that would merely melt under Akaza’s touches alone. 

You let out a small sigh as your closed lids flutter, still fast asleep, and Akaza runs his thumbs in circles over the exposed skin of your stomach—watching you with a fond gaze. 

“Must be a nice dream,” He mutters to himself as he leans down to inhale your scent he puts his head in between your neck and shoulder, and he exhales with a satisfied hum. 

It’s the one thing he finds himself looking forward to, now. 

To come here—entering your room through the window at night—and just feel you under the palms of his hand. 

It’s insane. 

Stupid and irrational. 

And yet Akaza never tried to kill you to stop this—whatever this is—between you two. 

He gives the side of your neck a long, wide, and hot glide of his tongue—savoring the taste of you that has him groaning softly—and one of his hands slides up and under your tank top to squeeze your supple breast. 

He feels you tense under his touches, but not enough to wake you up, allowing him to continue as he kisses down your neck and collarbone—and he pushes the rest of your tank top up to reveal your tits for his mouth to lavish on. 

If you were awake—he’d spend more time on this. 

Knowing just how much you love having your tits sucked on as he flicks the tip of his tongue against your nipple. 

But you’re not awake. 

And he’s feeling a little more needy tonight. 

Akaza is careful as he peels your pajama pants and panties down, revealing your glistening folds in the process—and god, it has Akaza’s head spinning and his mouth waters at the sight. 

“So wet for me, hm?” His voice is low, and quiet, as he goes down to greedily lick your pussy, feeling you jerk against him, and he grins with a breathy chuckle. “So responsive, even in your sleep.” 

It’s a little dangerous whenever he eats you out like this. 

Because of his fangs that occasionally prick you, and he can taste the little bits of your blood that mix on his tongue—

It tempts him. So fucking badly. 

But he never gives in. He never lets it get too far. 

He tries to focus more on how you respond so sleepily to the way his tongue licks your cunt, undulating against your clit, and pushing it inside you as far as he can. 

He focuses on sucking on your pussy folds until he has saliva dripping down the corners of his mouth, and making a mess out of you with how much of your juices are leaking onto his chin and bedsheet. 

He focuses on how hard his cock feels—and it’s nearly painful as it strains against his pants, making him groan against you as he thinks about sliding his thick cock inside you, knowing that you can never fit it all in one go. 

His jaw goes to work as his hands keep your thighs open while licking your clit over and over until he feels you responding more and more—a small indication that you’re slowly coming to awareness. 

“Is my little human awake, now?” He mumbles that against your cunt, and he gives your clit one last suckle before pulling off with a wet pop, watching you as your eyelashes flutter and you dazedly open your eyes. 

Everything feels like sludge to you, and you can barely comprehend what’s going on. 

You just feel hot and wet and so warm inside your body—it takes a little longer than it should have for you to notice that Akaza is there, staring down at you with a wicked little smirk. 

“…’Kaza?” You mumble sleepily, not a bone in your body is on alert even though one of the top three strongest Upper Moons has you in an extremely vulnerable spot. 

And that, in itself, should be alarming. 

But it isn’t. 

It never is when it’s with Akaza. 

You hear Akaza mutter something—but you can’t tell what it is because of how sleepy you are and how far behind your mind feels. 

But the next thing you feel is him shifting to lay beside you, with warm and rough hands holding onto your waist and legs to roll you onto your side—and hot lips caresses your ear. 

“Don’t worry, you just lay here and be a good girl for me,” Akaza murmurs against your ear, causing you to shiver, and you want to say more but—

You simply nod instead, feeling sleep trying to tug at you again, and you do as you’re told as you let Akaza handle you as he pulls your back flush against his chest—and one of his hands slides behind your thigh as he grabs on to lift your leg. 

“Take it all for me, okay?” He says that so sweetly as he guides the tip of his cock against your sopping hole, slapping your pussy with his dick a few times and making these wet sounds before he begins to slowly push in—kissing your neck as you whine with how insanely stretched out you feel already. 

“There we go, you take me so well,” He’s only halfway in and you already feel like you might die—feeling suffocated with how deep he feels in your guts. “You feel so tight, baby.” 

Your eyes are droopy, you feel so tired and your limbs are limp, that all you can do is try to sluggishly reach back with one arm to hold onto Akaza’s hair, gasping and moaning quietly as he rocks his hips against yours—making you feel every inch of him as his dick slides further inside you. 

And Akaza fucks you nice and deep and slow, making your pussy drool all over his dick as he hits your g-spot with every roll of his hips, causing the buzzing pleasure between your thighs grow so thick and hot that you have to bury your head into the pillow, muffling your cries as Akaza makes you cum more than once—your orgasm throbbing through you. 

He fucks you through it all—his grip on your waist like iron to hold you in place—his dick coming out slick with your arousal every time he pulls out, only for him to push it back and make your fluids gush out, grinding his fat cock inside you until your lashes are coated with tears and you can’t take it anymore. 

And Akaza leaves you that night like how he always does—

A tummy full of his cum, pussy sore and pulsing as you lay in the sheets that you know will need a good cleaning the morning after. 

He leaves you with the softest kiss on the lips—a promise for a next time—and a blanket thrown over you as he leaves the same way he came in. 

And that night you sleep soundly, uncaring of how messy you are, feeling elated and at ease—all because of the very person that can easily get you banished from the Corps. 

But that’s a worry for the future. 

End.

Masterpost

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[kokushiboublackgf]

Home at Last

Warnings & Notes: Smut, MDNI, AFAB reader, wrote this while high off an edible lol.

Michikatsu sighs tiredly as he steps into the estate with his dirty uniform paying no mind to the servants that bow as he walks past them or ask if he wants to be treated to a bath. He makes his way to his wife’s room and sees you reading. You look up at him with a small look of surprise at this face because you hadn’t expected him to come home earlier than expected and his dirty and bloody uniform would be something you would never get used to.

As he starts taking off his uniform and revealing his perfect muscled body your breath hitches. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve seen him naked, you’ll never get used to his sculpted body. He turns to look at you as he starts untying his hakama pants.

“Strip” he says lowly. Your eyes widen a bit and you blink before you smirk. Michikatusu likes to do four things when he comes home from a mission, and those are fucking you, bathing, eating and then sleeping. You suspect that the stress of being a former samurai and current hashira, as well as the time spent away from you during these missions causes his lust to go through the roof.

You start taking your kimono off and crawl over to the futon, shaking your hips side to side, excited for what’s to come next. He wastes no time pushing you further into the futon so that your upper body rests on the sheets, while he holds your lower half of the body up by your waist. He presses his nose into your pussy and breathes in your scent. You gasp and giggle.

Dragging his nose up and down your pussy he spreads your ass cheeks apart to gain more access. When he starts licking and sucking you feel yourself squirming and moaning. The more you moan the more pressure he starts to apply to that area.

“Please let me have more” you whisper breathily. You’re rewarded with a slap on your ass cheek which makes you squeak.

“Be patient” he grumbles as he rubs his fingers across your slit and toys with your clit. He then starts fingering you softly which makes you moan and move your hips further onto his fingers, to feel more of it. When he moves his finger away you whine.

“Stop your whining you’ll get what you want dear” he says with a smirk on his face while he strokes himself with some of your juices and his pre-cum. Pressing himself closer to your back, he leans to your ear and bites your earlobe softly.

“Are you ready? You have no idea how much I’ve missed you my dear wife” he mumbles into your ear. You hum and move your head to the side to press a needy kiss to his lips. When he moves away he rubs the head of his cock against your slit and little by little presses it into your hole before easing in with a deep groan. You grip the sheet and curse.

Michikatsu starts moving his hips back and forth while gripping your hips. The feeling of him deep in you makes your eyes lidded and has you letting out whines and soft moans. Despite how full you feel, you still feel like you need more. As Michikatsu moves his hips back and forth, you move your hips back to match his speed and movement. Soon enough the room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping and moans coming from the both of you.

You can feel yourself reaching a climax and the feeling of your body reaching its orgasmic heights, and Michikatsu’s cock still moving within you has you letting out a blissful cry while gripping the sheets. Michikatsu grips your hips tighter and curses when he feels you tighten around him and orgasm and soon enough he’s spilling into you.

He sighs and breathes deeply in and out before he slowly pulls out of you. Sitting on his knees he helps you turn over on his back softly and massages your legs. He spreads them apart and licks your cunt softly, not minding the combination of both of your fluids being on his tongue. You softly push his head away with a small laugh.

“Hey now that’s enough” you chuckle tiredly. He lays on top of you softly and kisses your lips passionately before giving you a soft kiss.

“I’ve missed you a lot” he mumbles into your hair. You hum and wrap your arms around him, savoring the feeling of your naked and sweaty bodies pressed against each other. It’s true that his status as a hashira means that he’s away a lot and for long periods too. So any time he returns home is time meant to be spent with one another.

“Missed you too” you reply while running your hands through his long black hair. “Why don’t we relax a bit and then do another round? You have it in you right?”

He chuckles before pulling away and placing his arms next to your head, smirking at you.

“Of course I do.”

#kny #demon slayer x reader #michikatsu x reader #black fanfic writer #demon slayer fanfic writer #kny x reader smut #kny smut #michikatsu tsugikuni #kny michikatsu #kokushibo x reader #why do i always write smut when i'm high #i didn't proofread this

[mamayan]

20, 92, 52, 99

Could you do this with Douma and a fem reader pretty please? Also very many congratulations!

Bang! … No bullet was shot—

Douma

“You’re pathetic, you know that right?” || Taste of Iron || Size || Praise/Worship

tw: NSFW • Biting (Blood play) • Rough Sex • Corruption K!nk • NONCON • Douma doesn’t stfu • Bondage

wc: 1086

“Ah~ really though, there’s nothing more wonderful than when you’re like this for me,” his voice was a soothing purr as he trails one cold hand up the smooth expanse of your thigh.

Luminescent rainbow eyes gazed down at your fragile figure tied and helpless. A pretty silk gag knotted and slotted into your mouth prevents any retorts.

“My most naughty little follower, are you enjoying this?” He wasn’t truly asking to hear your answer, more fixated on how much he was enjoying this. He could feel it, the blood and vitality rushing through your veins as adrenaline pumped and kept you acutely aware of every touch he placed on you. The fear and clarity in your gaze which the majority of his cult never figured out until it was far far too late.

You saw something you weren’t supposed to, and sadly, that meant you couldn’t be allowed to separate and mingle without him.

Tears flow down your cheeks as you struggle, bound and powerless under the beautiful male.

He was a fraud. A liar. A monster.

None of it mattered now, not when he’d sunken his claws too deeply into your family and friends to save them. You couldn’t even save yourself it seemed.

“Don’t cry sweet thing~ I’m not going to eat you~” yet, his smile was disarming, blatantly lying to your pretty face as he coos and hushes you.

“You’ve always been my favorite, you know? It makes me so sad to think about harming you, so we’ll do something else instead, okay~♡?” The cute way he spoke didn’t match Douma’s large body as he discarded his top, muscular unblemished figure on display.

He easily settled between your spread thighs, enjoying the view of your dripping pussy while you silently begged for mercy. “Such a shame I had to muffle your cute voice…” he laments to himself, nuzzling your soft inner thigh with his face and enjoying the texture of your skin. “I kind of want to hear you scream for me but, oh well,” he gives no warning before his sharp teeth are sinking into the flesh of your thigh, your pained squeal silenced by the fabric stuffed into your mouth. Douma delights in the blood and mark on your body, his mark, as he laps up the small rivers leaking from the puncture wounds he’d given. “Shh, no need to cry, I just wanted a taste,” he giggles, beautiful blonde hair falling into his eyes as he looks down at his handiwork. His large hands shift, moving to your exposed cunt where he uses two fingers to spread your folds and reveal your small wet hole.

“I just knew you’d like this~!” You flinch away from the image above you, his lips stained with your blood, sharp canines on display as he grins.

He pays no mind to your repulsion, soon you’d come to like the blood as he did, he just needed to show you why it all felt so good.

“Y/N, sorry, I’ll prepare you much better next time, but I want to see you bleed a little more me, yeah? You’ll be a good girl won’t you?” Douma ignores the shake of your head, the clear useless struggle you attempt against your bindings. Instead, he loosens his belt and allows his pants to drop past his upper thighs, releasing his hardened cock.

“I promise it’ll feel good after a bit, just be patient.” He assures, voice so calm and patient compared to your panic and trembling body. “Your pussy is so cute Y/N, tiny like you, it might hurt a bit.” You imagine it’s going to hurt more than a bit as he lines himself up with your quivering unprepared entrance. The thick blunt head pressed and kissing you, pre-cum leaking freely from his tip, the only lubricant he’s offering as he presses forward.

You jerk, unable to voice the pressure overwhelming you as he takes you, mind going hazy with the burn and sensations forced upon you.

“Oh my, hng,” his head goes back, muscles tensing and flexing as he moans. “This hole is pretty naughty too, hm?” He gasps, voice strained for the first time all evening, “You’re so tight, it’s like you're sucking me in.”

He laughs when he realizes you’re nearly passed out, sweet features languid and drool soaking through the gag as you whine deep in your throat. He doesn’t stop, thick cock spearing you open as he rocks and slicks himself up with your arousal and blood from his initial cruel entrance.

“My cute little follower, it’s almost like you’re worshiping my cock now right? Isn’t it a dream come true for you?” He’s gleeful as he begins dragging along inside of your walls, rocking you with how heavy each thrust is. He delights in your struggle to resist, but it’s clear you’re falling quickly to the feeling of fullness and pleasure as your passage becomes wetter with each slap of his pelvis against you.

“Good girl, you don’t need to do a thing, just feel good for me.” You don’t have a choice as he fucks you sensesless, eyes rolling back as you cum around him with a silent shout. His hips don’t stop, only his moans and nails digging into your hips increase while he works himself deep and hard into you, savoring the scent of iron in the air while blood smears on his lower half and cock.

“Ah, you came right? How cute,” he coos, loving your cock drunk appearance juxtaposed to your earlier fear and revulsion of him. “You’re pathetic, you know that right? Do you still want me to stop?” He chuckles, hand reaching up and untying the gag, pulling the dripping wad of fabric out of your mouth. “Answer me quickly, do you still want me to stop?” He asks, voice deepening as he rams the head of his cock against an area that has you wailing.

“L-Lord Do-Douma please—!” He twists one of your nipples harshly, loving the pretty arch your back makes as you clench and spasm around him again.

“That’s not an answer~” he coos, your pretty eyes unfocused as you drool and babble after your orgasm.

“Don’t—! Don’t stop! Fuck me! Please!” You’re quick to lose yourself, pleasure consuming you as he rocks you on his cock and thumbs your clit with a smug grin.

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckles, glad he doesn’t have to kill you earlier than he’d planned.

You are his favorite after all.

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@desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi

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[k0yaz]

Hi K0yaz♥️ Love your writing so much!

May I request Dom! Shinobu x a fem! reader? Shinobu just taming an adorable brat by sitting on her face or something else with that soft smile on her lips while she tells them she’s got something that noisy mouth can do that’s useful (*≧∀≦*)

Please don’t feel pressured to write this or anything, I understand it’s a busy part of the year starting up soon. I’m drowning a bit too lol

Stay well and healthy!★彡 XOXO

disobedient brat.

Pairing(s): shinobu kocho x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, brat taming, face sitting, afab reader, cunnilingus, dom!shinobu, cum swallowing, slight tit fondling, tongue riding, idk if this is even a warning but lots of thigh mention ig?? (Put this one for shits n giggles please-)

A/N: I promise that I’ll try to write a bit longer next time but I hope you don’t mind a slighter shorter fic! I’m glad you understand how busy it’s getting this year, and I appreciate it <33

Strained gasps left your lips as your fingers dug into the sides of Shinobu’s thighs, keeping them spread apart as your tongue flattened against her sopping cunt. You growled under your breath slightly, only for it to be replaced by a moan when Shinobu pressed herself back down onto your tongue, a soft but assertive gasp escaping her feverish lips as she smiles down at your arrogant expression.

“My, look at you.” She whispered, her smile still kept on her lips as her hips rolled up and down your face, her need for friction becoming evident. Her gaze trailed down to your face between her grinding, her fingers tightening into your scalp as you felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes. You roughly dug your fingers back into her thighs as you pulled her back down, your tongue making its way back into Shinobu’s pulsing hole.

The persistent, bratty expression remained plastered to your face as you continued to feel her spongy walls tighten around your tongue as she bucked her hips back and forth. Moans spilled out of both of your lips as Shinobu pressed herself up against you as best she could, her fingers slipping under the collar of your shirt as she unbuttoned the delicate fabric roughly.

The erotic movements of her body continued as you shook beneath her, fingers digging into her thighs as you jerked your head away, albeit in an aggressive manner.

“Alright, you’ve had your fun. Now there’s no way I’m doing any more- hmph-!”

You were cut off by Shinobu’s lips slammed against yours, hands tightening around your half buttoned shirt’s collar. Her tongue traced the lining of your mouth, teeth pulling down onto your bottom lip roughly, as the kiss grew more heated with her exploring your mouth. Breathy whines and whimpers escaped your lips as you gasped for air while gripping onto her small frame. She guided you back onto the mattress, before pulling away and gasping, as her purple eyes pierced into yours. Her index finger and thumb slipped beneath your chin, tilting it up slightly so you can meet her gaze. Fuck, even though she was so short, it didn’t seem like it in this moment.

“Y/N, who said we were done, you brat.” She purred. Despite her harsh wording, her voice remained soft spoken and calm. Her lips ghosted your exposed neck as you felt her warm breath run up and down your skin, sending goosebumps across your body. Her palm pressed against your bare chest as her fingertips toyed with the straps of your bra, dragging it out with her fingers, then letting go and slap back onto your skin, causing you to yelp slightly.

You felt her soft thighs rest on either side of your own as she pushed you down onto the bed, your back flat against the mattress below you with Shinobu straddling your lap. She leaned down, placing a surprisingly chaste kiss onto the end of your cheek below your ear, before pressing her plump lips onto the shell of your ear.

“Since you like to be such a disobedient brat, why don’t you do something useful with that noisy mouth of yours~?” She breathed out, leaving your eyes wide and your bottom lip trembling slightly as her face drifted closer and closer to your lips.

Shinobu finally closed the distance when her lips slammed onto yours, allowing you to savor her taste for a bit longer as your hand tangled through her hair, and your tongue glided along hers, swiping it against her bottom lip in an almost desperate manner.

She pulled away suddenly, leaving your slick coated lips feeling lonely, causing you to whine slightly.

“Don’t worry, your lips won’t be so lonely after your tongue is mine.”

Without hesitation, she slammed you back down onto the mattress, her fingers curled around your wrists tightly as she buried them deeper into the plush of the mattress. Shinobu almost immediately took her place above your face, as she descended down onto your mouth and moaned out slightly. Her fingers trailed down to your shoulders, rubbing them slightly before digging her fingers into your shoulders, her soft thighs now straddling your head as she began rocking back and forth against your rough lips.

You couldn’t hold back anymore, the feeling of her clit bumping your nose over and over, while her drooling pussy was right there—just right there for you to taste with just one flick of your tongue. Your thighs pressed together at the thought of her taste once again, the damp spot in your underwear growing wetter as you wanted to taste her now.

It wasn’t just an order this time, you simply wanted it.

You immediately pulled her down by her thighs onto your mouth, making her yelp slightly. You stuck out your deprived tongue, rolling it against her slit as you continued lapping at her juices hungrily. Your tongue ran up and down her cunt, collecting her slick onto your lips as if it was some sort of love nectar you craved.

Although you couldn’t see her face, you could tell that Shinobu was wearing that signature smile of hers, even through breathy moans and gasps every time your tongue made contact with her hot clit. All you could make out was groans and whines of the phrase, “Fuck baby, you’re doing so well..” as your tongue continues to circle her smooth bud.

Her slick served as the perfect lubricant for your tongue to make its way into her entrance, licking at her heated core roughly. Shinobu moaned out in a high pitched voice at your tongue entering her throbbing pussy. Her walls twitched and pulsed around your tongue, as you smiled against her drooling cunt. Your tongue continued to explore inside her, pressing and licking the soft and spongy texture of her inner walls closing in and tightening around your tongue.

All of a sudden, Shinobu’s movements quickened as she grinded herself against your tongue, hips rolling up and down your lips quickly, and her fingers planted firmly into your shoulders. The squelching of her cunt was all that resonated in your ears as the erotic actions overtook both of your bodies. You also continued to meet her movements, occasionally kissing her clit as you continued moving and thrusting your tongue into her, no matter how badly your lip muscles ached.

Shinobu’s hips suddenly jerked, pushing forward into one long, but quick motion as she pressed herself onto your tongue, allowing it to go as deep as it possibly could into her. Before long, her cum spilled down onto your lips, slightly trickling down from her pussy onto the corners of your lips as you swallowed her creamy liquid without hesitation. You pulled Shinobu off of you gently, hoisting her up by her thighs off of your face before wiping your climaxed lips with your unbuttoned shirt.

When you allowed yourself up and off the bed, you suddenly felt a pair of hands wrap her fingers tightly around your inner collar, pulling you back down and shifting your positions once again even if she remained on top of you. A light pink blush dusted your cheeks as you looked up at her with widened eyes, opening your mouth to say something before Shinobu hushed you with a finger against your lips. Her hand moved to rest under your breast slightly, along with her freehand dipping down between your legs and into your heated core.

“Now, Y/N. Who said I was done with you~?”

A/N: BRO IM WRITING THIS NEXT TO MY MOM AT 2 AM PLEASE HELP-

Anyway this was actually so fun to write omg

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[cherrykamado]

— LET'S GET CAUGHT IN THE MOMENT.

Dying of thirst — Genya was dying of thirst. His mouth went drier and drier with every breathless word you would draw away from his throat; bits of disjointed words and low mumbles. It was evident, you could take everything you wanted from him, but the sun was shining brightly today, and the warmth you made arise in him was dehydrating him. Every heartbeat took a bit more of reason out of him as he looked at you, body screaming to him to go for you, to make his move. It was a torturing yearning, a yearning that transformed you into an oasis in the middle of the desert and he wanted no more than to reach you. He wanted nothing more than to reach you and, fuck, did it burn when the water was so close to one and you were dying for just a sip. 

PAIRING — hashira genya shinazugawa x hashira fem reader.

GENRE — fluff. smut. selfship fic (but made 'x reader.' so everyone can enjoy!)

WARNINGS — AGED UP CHARACTERS (hashira genya, hashira reader) ; mutual pining. READER IS NOT NEUTRAL (is extroverted, expressive, has long hair.) SMUT ( size difference, size kink, fingering, praising, oral (m --> f because this man got an enhanced sense of taste; then f--> m), cum eating (?), breathplay, worship (f --> m), gagging (if you squint; his cock is big what can i say).

WORDCOUNT— 18.6k words.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS — @kinjuutsu @katsukikitten @katanaski @suyacho for the inspiration, the ideas and for beta reading. thank you to everyone for the hype and the love. i adore gen beyond words and, without everyone who cheered me on, this wouldn't have happened.♥

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Genya's appearance was deceiving.

He was such an imposing figure amongst the Hashiras in the Demon Slayer Corps; people would often think twice before approaching him. Some would claim it was all about his look: his glare — slainted, wide eyes, tiny pupils — a look that would feel like a stab the moment it settled upon oneself. Immobilizing, evoking uneasiness, as if in them there was an unforgiving tint that would petrify. Moreover, the scars littered all over him — one of them rested on his face, elongated in between nearby his jaw, extended over his cheek, crossing his nose, only to die at the beginnings of his other cheek — were not only marks of his chivalry, his bravery, but also marks that warned others about his fierceness, about his staggering strength.

He was threatening to be around, to say the least.

Genya was nowhere near lenient in training, either.  Sometimes, his voice would resonate in the ground when he cussed out rookies for the slightest mistake. Some rookies could not bear the weight or the effort that requires his training, and he is never easy going. In that sense, he took after his older brother, Shinazugawa Sanemi, the ex wind hashira — like two peas in a pod.

However, when away, there were those who questioned his expertise as a true slayer, both for his lack of ability to perform any kind of breathing techniques, nor the capacity to wield a sword. Nonetheless, that did not make him any weaker than the rest of his peer Hashira; Rather than that, he was the bearer of an unique, yet unforeseen, fearsome gift: the ability to turn into a demon momentarily. Thus, a faculty without precedents in the history of the Demon Slayer Corps. This required ferociousness, and a great strength of the body — a body that, indeed, had to undergo a great deal of stress to achieve such a strenuous ability.

An ability which, along with hard work, had been rewarded in due time with the promotion to Stone Hashira, as he had inherited the previous hashira, Gyomei Himejima’s practices and masteries. Even if unable to perform breathing techniques, he was familiar with the stances and the specifics themselves, plus countless of priceless teachings and values that he had been transmitted. In other words, no one but Genya Shinazugawa could be more suitable for this position.

In other words, Genya was one in a million — maybe the only one, even. He was unique.

Still, as rough, relentless, brutal he could be, even the roughest stones can be smoothed over time. 

Yet achieving such a thing is no easy task at all. Not for everyone, at least.

“You’re in love, Genya.”  Tanjiro, the Sun Hashira, had been the first one to point it out to him, and much to his surprise, the expression of the ravenette had contorted into one of shock.

It did not dawn on him until that very same moment.

“W-what are you saying? Shut up…” He mumbled, turning away from the gaze of his friend, his friend whose smile did not waver in the slightest — but instead it deepened. 

 Frustration took over Genya and he bit the inside of his cheeks — he could not handle himself. Being in love… It was rare, at some point even displeasing. This, the fact that he could not deny it, that he could not help the warmth taking over his cheeks, that his heart would do nothing but race in his chest at the sole mention of you. He blamed himself for acting so helpless, for turning ever so hazy at the thought of you. But he could not help it, to grow fond of that very same softness. It was corny, yes, but what could he do against it?

That day, he struggled to sleep throughout the whole night, restlessly gazing at the ceiling, in consideration to his feelings and the great interrogant of what to do with them.  A thirst that began to become so eloquent that he could no longer turn a blind eye on it — that he could not turn a blind eye on you anymore; because the once glances turned into gazing with undeniable longing and admiration. Soon enough, you would reign over every minute of his life — in thoughts, in feelings that would dwell in his mind. Love sickness, one could conclude, but also the impotence of not being able to do anything beyond that because, even if he accepted his feelings for you, the uncertainty of you doing the same was offsetting to him. Maybe you'd never look at him that way, maybe it is just a silly crush weakening a heart that should only beat with the motivation to fight and protect, and nothing more than that.

But then, again, what is the motivation for protection? To protect there needed to be a resolution, and the resolution to protect almost always derives from love. Love is inevitable, love is everywhere. Love can come in all shapes and colors. But then again, this is the first time it had ever come to him in this way. His resolution to fight, once for his brother, once for his friends, soon enough began to include you in that same picture, and even if not at a higher priority, it became his motivation during training, during meditation. 

And with that meditation, with deep introspection, he began to reason; if there was a time you would open your heart up, would it be for him? Would there be any chance? But then, why would you? What makes him worthy of you, after all?

But even if he talked himself into you never looking at him, he could never fight the fact that he was so head over heels over you — the feeling did not diminish in the end, but doubled. And so Genya began to die of thirst, and the drought could only intensify over the time and, the more and more he thought about your beauty, your smile, your presence, your voice, he could not help himself — it felt as if his hands were tied, and it was inevitable for him to just not surrender to the feeling.

Kanroji Misturi thought all of this was cute to see from the outside — Genya was just helpless when it came to women: Every time he would be approached, he could just not bear the fluster invading every single corner of his body. In fact, she, as the former Love Hashira and your mentor, was the first to notice and tell you. Fed by the way he behaved towards you, she could not stop herself from wanting to give him a push. In her visit to the Corps (as her husband Obanai Iguro was still training his tsugukos) she spotted you sitting at the deck in the Love Estate; she decided to sit beside you. 

“That training is tons of fun!” She spoke up, pride written all over her as you took her training to heart and decided to pass it down to the next generation of slayers, reminiscing of the old days where she used to carry it out.

“What’s with that smile?” You knew and trusted the pinkette enough to address her the way you did, encouraged by her herself to see her as a friend.

“Nooothing~” 

But you knew it was written all over her features, and so you raised an eyebrow at her. She was up to something.

“I don’t believe yooooouuu~” You sang, mimicking her, which made your mentor burst into a giggle. 

And that was the moment she told you. The Stone Hashira was in love with you. To be honest, Genya was no more than a fellow hashira to you, even if you deemed him handsome in all his roughness, yet did never feed that thought beyond professionalism. When Kanroji told you, she had pointed out a truth that, up to now, had remained unbeknownst to you, mistaking his indeed love for you by shyness of being around women.

“How do you know all of this?” You asked her, heart shaken up at such an unexpected confession.

But Kanroji just pressed a finger to her lips, giggling and shaking her head. But in you there was something more important than to think about the way she found out. There was a fiber in you that had been moved, something that tingled within you with this information. You thought about him, but now his image held something more than just being the Stone Hashira. There was something different now in your perception of him, something that led a wave of fuzziness to bubble in your gut. 

“Y-you think he likes… me?” You pointed to yourself, blinking in all disbelief at her. Her emerald orbs showed sincerity — not to say that Kanroji was never to be a dishonest person. You knew she would never lie, even more now that she indeed found you two compatible, cute. Why not make the attempt, then? 

"It's obvious!" she retorted, giggling, "didn't you see how he's around you?"

"Doesn't he always behave like that around women in general, though?" you asked, still surprised. 

"It's different," she emphasized; she knew for a fact — Kamado Tanjiro, another one who rooted for you and the Stone Hashira — that he would be asking about you, or so his care for you would be implied. Tanjiro, in all his kindness, saw the goodness in Genya’s persona, and knew that he could be the right one. Kanroji agreed with him, claiming that your warmth and your sweetness was one to get easily attached to. 

 "Besides, he's aaalways looking at you," She nudged you, squealing in more excitement than you — well, it was not that you were not excited, you still had to process it. All of this was certainly too much, and it signified a change in perspective, a change in perspective where Genya Shinazugawa fancied you. 

“I’ve also heard he’s always asking about you…” She trailed off, but by the time you could ask her what she meant by that, she had already dashed away, her excuse being that she had promised Iguro to meet him. 

And ever since that moment, you began to ponder her hypothesis: you became observant, attentive. You started talking to Tanjiro about it, and all the proof had seemed to turn into the direction of the conjecture of the ex-love hashira being true.

So you began glancing in his way more into his way, gaining another perspective from the Stone Hashira. Firstly, with curiosity, then with something more: a feeling that would tingle in your stomach when reciprocating glances that he would break no sooner he realized your sight on his. To you, seeing the heat spread on his cheeks was absolutely heart-warming, and no matter how much any of you tried to reassure him, Genya would just slur out his excuse and walk away so he could finally breathe. 

Adorable — that is how he looked like to you. 

And so you began to fall for him.

Yet few were the moments in which you could actually get closer, and you wished it would escalate to more than just stolen glances. But missions, training, meetings — a plethora of circumstances — would  always get in the way of you two. But, even so, no obstacle was as hard to sort as his shyness. Genya was aware of that, and he wished he could just “grow a pair”, as Sanemi would tell him and gain the courage to approach you, yet to no avail. Helpless, it would all end in a ‘what if’, something he dreaded, but also something he could do so little about.

Knowing this, frustration would take over your chest, an oppression that would become hard to ignore as you watched him turn every time he thought about coming closer. Watching him had begun to become frustrating, to the point that yearning would be unbearable. A moment with someone you love is always difficult, yes, and even more in this case. But at the sight of the circumstances, it was up to you to make the first move, it seemed. 

Making the move and praying that it worked. 

One good day, you woke up feeling lonely. Feelings had been escalating to the point that, now, the ardor, the desire for your now favorite Hashira burned in your skin, and you found yourself missing him. Missing him so much, that not just a glance could calm you, nor the monosyllabic responses of his (responses that you had managed to get every now and then after Hashira meetings.)

 It was early in the morning when you found yourself opening your eyes way before a Kakushi would knock on your door, given your habit of oversleeping, which often led you to wake up with little time to prepare and therefore getting late to command the training of your slayers. The brush slid through your locks ever so gently, the sound reverberating through these walls ever so softly in the dead of the yet to come sunrise. Your gear was already on, neatly smoothened, as so was the haori Kanroji had given you as a present when you had stepped up as a hashira. Finally, you twisted the strands of hair framing your face so that they did not get in the way, securing them at the back of your head with the beautiful butterfly hairpin gifted to you by the Butterfly Hashira. 

Impatience began to seep through a bouncing leg as you glanced once again through the window, only to find that the sun was not even peaking, except for a couple of rays that began to bathe the enlightening sky. By that time, the birds had already begun with their soft humming. A sigh escaped your lips then as you turned to your mirror, reaching for the lip balm and smearing it on your lips as quotidianly. Eventually, you were ready to go, yet again you could not help but look at yourself every now and then, trying to get a glimpse of anything you could have possibly missed, despite being spotless in view overall. 

Eventually, your Kakushi came to wake you up, but staring estranged at the fact that you were long awake before her arrival. There was a wide smile on your face as you finally got to go outside, breakfast having already been served, which you ate fast before being off to your duties. You were also delighted to see that your slayers were assembled in the training court two minutes before your arrival — your punctuality had been a motive for astonishment. 

“We’re going to take training outside today.” 

Everyone turned to each other as they wondered whether you were indeed alright; judging by your wider grin, and the way you were behaving — shining even brighter than usual— the answer was obvious: 

you were not alright.

And Genya did not expect any of this, of course. He was, just like every other day, commanding another ruthless training session for his slayers — starting by endurance training, followed by sparring, finishing with meditation. Being in charge of training often helped him take a break from his insistent, lovesick heart — at least for a moment. However, as he could not gather any sleep lately, he had grown even less lenient than usual. Training was harsh, curiously resembling his brother when yelling at the slayers, or even knocking them down when he sensed someone was distracted — undoubtedly, he was a Shinazugawa.

A tap to his arm from behind took him by surprise, and whenever he turned, he swore the air ceased to flow into his lungs. 

“Hello.” 

He could barely stammer a greeting back at you after that; it was the first time — or at least one of the first times — that he was this close to you. It was the first time that he got to see your beautiful eyes gleaming, as you looked right at him; the first time that he got to see your smile spread for him. It was the first time that he could see you early in the morning, where the sun shone right upon you, highlighting your breathtaking self to the point that his heartbeat turned erratic. 

"I see you're training hard today, aren't you?" 

Your lips curved upwards in a bright smile while a faint wave of heat crept up to your cheeks, and you wished he would not notice — a shaken up Genya was too busy trying to get his soul to come back to his body to notice, though. From every single thing that could take him by surprise, this was one of the most unforeseen to him. Of course, he would wish and long for just a minute in which he could see you, his gaze often looking for you even if he did not want to. You were so bright, so...

...Pretty.

Genya felt as if his throat was closing. The summer sunlight felt even more boiling on his stinging cheeks — cheeks that he might have been unaware had turned undeniably red. The shyness immediately took over him, and so he did really forget how to utter a word correctly, without stumbling on his words. 

You did not miss any of this; it was obvious — you wanted to believe it was — and that got your heart fluttering.

"Y-yeah..." he retorted, but unable to look away from you, when he normally would. But, how could he even look away, if any time you were around, even if you were unaware, his gaze was always upon you? it was as if, out of reflex, as if he had trained himself unconsciously, to look into the direction of his heart.

Of course.

"Mind if we join you?"

The question took him aback, and if he had been petrified before, he now stood as stiff as a tower. Joining him? YOu wanted to… Join him. Which meant staying until late afternoon with him? Which meant staying together, which meant being close to one another—

—Oh, boy.

A nod left him without much of a second thought; it was faint, but overt. It did not fail to make you giggle: you knew you were right to like him, and just how obvious he was with his non verbal language could only make your heart race. Your heart jumped at this.

Meanwhile, the slayers sensed the calm of the silence. Curious glances amongst his subordinates could not help themselves and look for the reason why: you. The infamous Love Hashira, famous for your charm and your cheerfulness, as you took after the previous one, as so was the case with your charming beauty. Gasps and heavy sighs, everyone was more than excited to have you in there, from what it seemed.

“All right then!” you beamed, turning then to your side briefly to beckon at your waiting slayers, “Everyone!” you called, and so your subordinates lined up in front of you, as so did Genya's. You never needed to raise your volume, your resting voice being clear and loud for everyone to stop and listen, as your charm was just too warm to ignore, too warm to just not be lured by. 

“Today’s training will be under Mr. Shinazugawa’s commands,” you announced, and poor Stone Hashira had to do his best to not let the fluster take over him.

 “Will you make sure my slayers train well for me?” You turned to Genya, then to his slayers, helpless at the leverage you had, even more when your gaze laid ever so charmingly on the swordsmen. In response, a cacophony of yes and of course!  erupted from the love struck warriors, to which you could not help but to let out a chuckle. 

However, some of the swordsmen had been unlucky that the male Hashira caught them as they began to giggle in secret — whether it was at you, or at his helplessness, he was not sure until his gaze had flickered to them —to which they had been quick to turn away from him— so of course this would make him hit the roof. 

“What’s so damn fun, huh?” His voice was not loud, but had lowered several octaves to the point that it came across as a deep hiss — needless to say this was enough of a threat.

 “If you don’t want me to leave you all in a forest full of demons, you better start pushing those fuckin’ rocks and bring them to the peak of the mountain before sunset. Got it?” 

You, never oblivious to what was going on, pressed your lips on a thin line in order to stifle a laugh. It was indeed cute to see how he could assert such dominance and fear. The poor, scared slayers, of course, were quick to run and begin training, for Genya Shinazugawa’s threats were not empty threats — should he have to leave them a whole night at the mount for them to fend for themselves in the woods riddled with hungry demons lurking everywhere, he would do it. 

So, while everyone started to train, the awkward silence arose once more. Genya tried hard to keep his gaze away from you, tried to distract himself with the job that his slayers and yours were doing — but even so you could still sense just how tense he was. 

“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” You spoke up eventually, a while after training had begun.

There came once again your attempt to break the ice. At first it was a strenuous task, his answers coming in monosyllables and mumbling until, as the day progressed, he would untense and the day, and your conversation would develop into something more fluent, something more relaxed. 

Genya found himself eventually being more and more verbose as conversation progressed, after having the ice been broken. Whether it was getting used to being with you or just being partially focussed on commanding the training, he actually felt at ease with you, comfortable. All of these feelings combined, plus the sight of you laughing — or just the sight of you overall— made these feelings he keeps for you bloom even more. 

The same could be said about you, too. 

All this time, you could not help yourself as he spoke and just not indulge yourself into memorizing every single one of his details: The way his scar wrinkled when he talked, or the way he would hold back the desire to look at you (even if at times it would be inevitable to just not do so, and your heart in fact would celebrate those little slips of his with rebelliousness in its beat rhythm). Or the way that, whenever he talked, there was this flicker of his eyes, going down, then up, then back on you. Or the way in which, from time to time, his lips would curve upwards into brief smiles, brief smiles that, most likely, he was unaware he was outlining, but nevertheless they were ever so heartwarming. 

He showed himself genuinely to you, and this made you fall for him even more. And this made you want things to escalate more, your yearn for him could only grow, and grow. Were you nervous? Of course you were, but your nervousness would just make you unable to shut up, unable to stop yourself. Your heart commanded your movements, your actions, your words. Bits of excitement would bleed into your voice and make it crack in the slightest as you spoke, or you would find yourself smiling more and more as he spoke — absolutely and genuinely, hence helplessly besotted by him. 

And so what first deemed new soon enough turned regular, and Genya would even find himself delaying training for you, waiting so you two could chat together, even go for a walk together — just like the day it finally happened. 

The day it finally happened, you were getting further and further away from the training area with him following right behind you; the pained screams and courage yells of the slayers were soon replaced by the calm of the summer breeze inviting the leaves to sway and the calming melody of birds singing in the distance. The light managed to slip through the woods and bathe you with its warmth fully. 

For the first time, you and Genya remained silent as you strolled through the forest, but his silence was unsettling. He sensed there was something different in the air, so he would be struggling with the uncertainty of what to do or say. However, to you it was not uncomfortable in the slightest: you let yourself indulge into the moment. Silent indulgence that soon was disrupted by a thought, a thought that had you pondering.

His hand — you glanced down at it, and so questions, curiosities began to cloud your mind. How would that hand fit in yours? Was it cold, or warm? Would it be rough, or would it be soft? Would his hand be able to envelop yours full?  

For the first time, you were struggling with reluctancy. You could not stop paying glances at it, feeling the mighty hankering for holding it. Your teeth pressed against your lower lip, as you tried to convince yourself to do it once and for all. Too much thinking was your worst enemy, it would end up by shutting you down rather than to encourage you. Longing heaving in your chest, you took your hand to intertwine with yours in front of your lap, trying to mimic what it would feel like. 

When your gaze flickered to his own for the second time, your heart jumped as if in encouragement, as if telling you to do it with its frantic thumping against your ribcage. Unable to ignore its wishes, you tried to tell your heart you would grant its wish as you inhaled deeply, trying to bring it some ease, but it still insisted — and would keep on insisting until you did as told. Moreover, if you did not do it, you would go home wondering what could have happened and you knew there was nothing worse than to be left with a  ‘what if’ in your head.

So your hand began to seek his: first, falling to your side. Then, checking whether he was looking (which he was not, luckily), and then with a push of your heart, you took his hand: your fingers first brushed against his, allowing you to sense his faintly rough skin — product of years of relentless training, training that had shaped him into one of the strongest, finest slayers the Corps ever had. 

Your palm ended up touching his, intertwining your fingers with his own. Large, rough, warm — you internalized those features and engraved them not only in your mind, but in your heart as well. You believed you would feel way more nervous than you did right now, but truth to be told, a sudden, warm peace coated every inch of you. Like this hand was made to fit in yours. Like they fit as two pieces of a puzzle.

“I like spending time with you.” You confessed ever so softly to him after having taken his hand, tilting your gaze up in the slightest. Genya flinched at this, but never dared let go, even if his legs had come to a stop. He was looking at you as if it was not obvious, as if the fact surprised him; overt as it was, though, someone opening up this way felt so foreign to him still, even more after such a long silence like this one. 

“I… I do… too…” In bits and pieces came his mumbled response, the heat on his cheeks burning unbearably; it made you distract yourself from your racing heart, making you giggle in nothing but the utter tenderness he caused in you. 

Dying of thirst — Genya was dying of thirst. His mouth went drier and drier with every breathless word you would draw away from his throat; bits of disjointed words and low mumbles. It was evident, you could take everything you wanted from him, but the sun was shining brightly today, and the warmth you made arise in him was dehydrating him. Every heartbeat took a bit more of reason out of him as he looked at you, body screaming to him to go for you, to make his move. It was a torturing yearning, a yearning that transformed you into an oasis in the middle of the desert and he wanted no more than to reach you. He wanted nothing more than to reach you and, fuck, did it burn when the water was so close and one was dying for just a sip. 

Of your lips. Of your body. Of you.

The wind blew harder after that, but still never disrupting its gentleness overall. The sound of the leaves swaying a bit more intensely danced into your ears, and so your gaze softened as you gazed up at him. Genya could not help but get lost in you, and unsure of what to do, or on how to proceed, his hand was the symptom of his anxiety beginning to rise, evident in the way that it squeezed yours. 

Genya’s appearance is deceiving, you thought to yourself as you reached up on the tips of your toes to place the back of your hand against his cheek. Your knuckle traced part of his scar, and you noted the skin is somehow softer compared to the rest. 

"Your scar… I like it…" you admitted as your knuckle softly traced it, the smile in your lips spreading just the slightest.

It is not that he recoiled, but again this kind of affection was foreign to him. You hesitated, nevertheless, and pulled your hand away from his face.

“I-I’m sorry, I—” Seeking to apologize, you stumbled with your words, yet somehow Genya found in him the strength to make you stay, holding your hand with his free one, guiding it back to him.

“It’s… okay.” He hummed softly, feeling his cheeks heat up once again, bashful, “I d-don’t mind.”

But he could not go further than that. He did not want to let you go, and he wanted everything — he wished he was not being a coward over it, over you, but gosh, you were just something else. 

So, once again, it was up to you to make the move. 

“Can I…?” your gaze seeked his own, and Genya could not help but to inhale sharply. The sun merged with the color of your irises and he found himself being enamored by the result — as if it had turned into his favorite color. 

His lips parted, but no response came out — the words could only die in his throat, so again a nod escaped him. His gaze was drawn to your lips for a moment, and by reflex he found himself licking his own. You turned into a mirror of his own actions, your gaze flickered to his lips, then back at him. 

Where to begin? You suddenly lost your course, being distracted by the thrumming inside your chest and the blooming sensation in your stomach when your gaze fell on his. Part of you wanted to take your time, part of you wanted to say to hell with it, but both parts converged in the desire of you to make this moment perfect. 

But his hands outran you, as they cradled the sides of your head with each palm ever so carefully, as if he was afraid he would break you, as if afraid that you would run away — funny how you feared the same just a few moments ago, right?

So your hands seeked his shoulders — broad, muscular, stiff. Light squeeze, and you used him as your leverage to lean up and in. His heart also drummed in his chest, his gaze could only focus on your lips, your glossy lips. Questions came to his mind but all of them were left unanswered, as his attention was drawn by the loud throb of his heartbeat against his ears, as if telling him to concentrate on this moment. 

Your name slipped off his lips and he seemed to not be aware of it, as his gaze was ever so lost in yours while he inched closer to you.

Little by little, your breaths first intertwined, and as you looked up at him, and he looked down at you, your eyes would merge together, as if pretending to play cyclops, like those one-eyed demons that many times you both had gotten to fight. But in the end, you knew a kiss was not a kiss if the eyes were open, so as your eyelids fluttered close, there was only room for the eyes of the heart to open, and that is when you truly saw him, and he truly saw you — right in the moment where your lips finally met each other, when all the distance between you and him had been cut. 

You remember feeling Genya inhaling sharp as soon as it happened, only to feel his gentle, warm exhale against you whenever he tilted his head to the side, not able to hold back anymore. Genya was careful, more careful than ever —yet in that bewareness you sensed there was fear, or reluctance. 

When you cut the kiss right there, and looked up at him, his eyes took a moment to open; and when they did, his hands were ready to fall and return to himself.

“Fuck— I-I’m sorr—”

Yet before he could even manage to apologize, you just placed a finger to his now humid lips, a shush barely slipping from your lips. 

“It wasn’t,” You retorted, smiling to him ever so sweetly, “I just…” You leaned in once again, almost touching the index you had placed on his lips. 

“I just don’t want you to hold back…” You breathed, “... Please…”  

Your finger fell gradually, and so eventually there was nothing that stood in between you and him. 

“Kiss me again.” Came your request.

And so then what once had been hesitation, now had turned into something else. You pecked him again, and his once curling fists relaxed, little by little seeking to wrap you around his strong arms and bring you close to him — you aided him every single time. Where his hands would place themselves, you made sure to let him know that you were alright with it, and with your own, you pressed his large ones against the small of your back. Only then did you return to his shoulders, but slowly your hands escalated more; soon enough, your fingers were entangled with his unruly, onyx locks. You brought him even closer to you, tilting your head to the side to part your lips a fraction just to let your tongue go and ask his lower lip for permission. 

You sensed that from Genya a shaky gasp fled, and also just how his muscles clenched the slightest, which made you smile against his mouth. When he parted his lips, your tongue slipped past and began to glide against his own, as if inviting him to do the same. 

The last barriers were beginning to crumble down and it took you by surprise (yet what a sweet surprise this was) when he pressed you even further against him, and one of his hands roamed up to bring you closer from the back of your head. He mimicked your prior movements, tilting his head to let his tongue enter. Such was your surprise, that you could not prevent yourself from letting a pleased mewl against him, and that mewl was just the vocalized effect of what he was doing to you, of the effect that he was taking on your body. The limit between summer heat and the heat of your bodies was blurred, to the point that you were no longer sure whether it was you, or if it indeed was hot. And hence the need to take his hands and lead them up to the collar of your gear.

The lack of oxygen forced you apart from him eventually, as you stepped back in the slightest to let him watch as he undressed you. And the sole idea to have you gaze ever so intensely at him while he did was enough to make the breath hitch in his throat.

Genya's hands were nervous, but never rushing. They were mindful, even a whisper of anxiety made them tremble as, button by button, he undid your gear, until your shirt was wide open and your cleavage was visible to him. From his lips, parted while his gaze was hopelessly fixed on you, came a shaky sigh, while he slid the piece of clothing down your shoulders. 

When his hands stopped the moment your gear touched the floor, it was your turn to make your way to his purple yukata, a whisper of a tug at the fabric of his clothes. At this, his gaze was inevitably drawn downwards, and his response was to place his hands on yours, aiding you in stripping him out of the outer piece of clothing, until he was left in his gear before you. 

"I want to see you." 

You were always clear and overt with your wishes, and Genya could just not say no to you — not when straightforwardness dripped like honey into your tone and blended into such a needy implore. 

And so he complied. At first, he was so lost in you that he did not realize just how sexy of him it was to look up at you while he took off his clothes; realization unfortunately hitting him, his gaze was peeled from you all of the sudden as embarrassedly he looked down at his gear. This inevitably brought a smile to your lips, biting your lower one in the slightest as you felt a wave of butterflies blooming in your stomach. 

He finally reached the last button, and his body began to peek from underneath, and you could not just deprive his muscles of your attention — the muscles of his abdomen contracted with every  breath he took. Scars of different sizes and colors littered his body completely, and there was just a strong urge for you to trace one with your finger.

  The sun kissed each and every single of his scars; the pad of your digit placed itself ever so delicately on one of the most recent scars he had gotten. This one was on his chest — on his right pectoral, specifically —  almost at the same level as his heart. Red-ish with the warmth that irradiated from him, you remained oblivious to the fact that the most recent scars were the most sensitive, and you did not notice until he flinched underneath your touch. 

"Sorry…"

 "It's okay…" he breathed his answer, almost in a hum.

“Did you…Did you get this one recently?” You asked, your finger resting now near the mark. 

“That? Ah, ye-yeah…” He admitted, looking down at the mark, “A demon took me… off guard.” 

It was not easy to take a Hashira off guard, whatsoever. A jeering sense of guilt took over him, he was supposed to be on guard. He was not supposed to be thinking of his crush as if he was a lovesick rookie that did not know better. Jeering because it was something that he was supposed to prevent. Jeering because he could just feel the stupidity mocking him in his head, at the unreal, hypothetical scenario where he told you exactly how and why it happened. So instead he opted for silence. 

“Did it hurt you?” Your question touched him just as softly as your fingers had just done. Genya did not expect it, he did not expect your preoccupation to slip in such a way that caused his heart to stir in his chest. 

Of course it did, but how could that matter now? 

Murmuring smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and so he wrapped his hand around your wrist, his gaze meeting your own as he brought your hand back against his scar.

“It didn’t.” He said.

“Then I’m glad,” You hummed, dulcet warmth colored your gleaming irises, as did to the ginger smile that, little by little, sneaked into plain view. 

“Just be more careful next time, okay?” 

And so your fingers traced his scar, from his axis outwards; your gaze laid upon his once again, only to flicker downwards to the fresh mark, only then your eyelids fluttered close in the slightest. His cheeks could only burn the moment that your lips inched closer, pressing themselves against the sensitive scar tissue. This caused his skin to curl into tiny, numerous goosebumps, his chest rising as a shiver roamed down his spine. 

And, as if it was not enough to make his heart pick up its pace at almost an inhuman speed, you finished him off with your next words. If Genya thought he could not fall more in love with you, once again you proved him wrong. 

“I couldn’t bear you getting hurt.” 

Just how many ways of saying those three words were there?  How many ways to surrender yourself to the one who you had given your heart long ago were there? Love is just not a verb, but the way you look at the other person. What you say, what you do not say. Love transcends language, love transcends literacy — Sometimes it is all showing and not telling. Sometimes it was all about hiding little pieces of one’s heart behind other words, behind actions, and hope that it works. His heart fluttered, but no movement came from him. It was as if he had found gold mines in your lines, realizing just how much you could mean by saying so little. It was like a covert confession, yet somehow you had managed to make it ever so overt to him. 

Whenever your eyelids fluttered open and you backed away from the scar, there was a silent request that came out of your eyes, and Genya was not oblivious to it. His breathing became uneven, his senses flooded with desire and growing lust that bubbled up to the tips of his fingers. You nodded at him and took his hands in yours, silently telling him it was okay. 

“Touch me, Gen…” you exhaled your plea, guiding his hand to your exposed chest, making his large fingers wrap themselves around your breasts, squeezing them in the slightest. 

And it felt good — you arched your back a fraction against his hand, breathing in through your nose, as if encouraging him to go further. The thought of anyone coming near you or seeing you resonated in the back of your head, but if you were honest, you could not care, thus you ended up ignoring it. The magic, the perfection of this moment was just too much for you, getting you lost in it; it made it impossible to focus on anything else — and he was narrowly touching you. 

Your expression, contorted, caused Genya's cock to stir awake in his pants at the sight of your bitten lip and your shut eyes, and the sound of your soft breath escaping your lips. There was resistance in these restraints, and there was nothing he wished more than to free himself at this moment. Furthermore, there was a question living in his mind, wondering how it would feel if your hand — soft as he velvet — wrapped itself around him, stroking it the way he would on several, numerous lonesome nights. Nights where he yearned for your company, where his desire shot itself out of him ever so violently, with the same intensity as his love for you. 

He had not noticed the way his thumb brushed continuously against your now hardened nipple at the thought of it, your once soft exhales turning into needy whimpers. When he shifted his gaze up to your eyes, he could see the keenness growing in you — it was as if he was looking into a mirror.

Impatience, ergo the rebellion of hands that wander in search of exploring what was unknown, yet deeply yearned. Your body pressed itself closer to his, and you could feel him. The thought of his hardening cock pressing against your lower abdomen was enough to send a wet, warm wave of arousal out of you and onto your panties; there was an urge to satisfy with friction of your thighs a building pressure that had your clit throbbing and engorging with every beat. In the same way, there was an urge to satisfy with friction the ache of a stiffness, stiffness that had his cock twitching irregularly but persistently against his pants. 

'Shit,' — he could not stop to reflect upon his actions when he lifted you up. He could not stop to reflect upon his actions when you had wrapped your legs around his waist and he made your back rest against the nearest tree. He could not stop to reflect upon his actions when his lips latched onto your neck, as if your scent had drawn him like a bee to pollen — your most sensitive spot, he found it upon the first lick. 

With a deep breath, you placed your hand at the back of his head, bringing him closer. His name escaped your lips once again in a breathless manner, your hips arched and your clothed sex met his in a slow grind that made his lips detach from your skin briefly only to let out a shuddery, soft moan. He could feel the warmth of your clothed arousal graze and seep through his pants and onto his cock. He could feel you taking the hand that rested on your breast, and guided it where you needed him the most, shaping his hand so he could touch you, stretch you — make you snap.

“O-Oh, god—!” Came your whimper when his calloused index entered you. 

He could not believe it: From head to toe, he was as red as a beetroot; His breath had hitched in his throat and it felt as though his heart had stopped for a second. Your insides, so warm, so soft; but also so tight, so narrow. God, just how far up into you could he reach with just a finger? 

Slowly, he slid it out of you, his glance flickering down from your lust coated expression to his finger, and he could not help but to bite his lip at the sight of how his digit glistened with your slick. He could not help but to feel himself twitch, having to comply with the need to swallow hard. So he slipped it back in, hearing how your wetness clicked as he pushed his digit in; hearing how that pattern of irregular humid sounds eventually turned rapid — sloppier, but rapid at last. 

Until it was not enough. Until you wanted more. Until your walls began to pulsate with the crave for more friction. Until you whimpered out your plea to him, and another pang of electricity dissipated through his body — he could not deny your request. And so he added his middle finger; difficult to make it fit, when he could, you were so thankful. And again, once again, you rewarded him with those eager, honey-like moans that drove him mad. 

“Feels so good… K-Keep going, p-please!” 

And again, you were feeling the bundle of nerves at the top of your cunt twitch with ecstasy, ecstasy that translated into the Hashira’s fingers gliding faster against your walls, curling whenever, by accident, he learned that there was a spot that you found yourself buckling your hips at, moaning louder for him. Learning fast, he only needed to hear you once — hear you once, learn forever. 

For you, all for you. 

“Okay…” He inhaled, “Yeah…” — Exhale. 

Genya was in trance, a lovesick expression on his features and he gazed at you with the utmost enamour, as if watching you was addiction, an addiction ever so curing for this sickness that was being so in love with you, fed just by the crumbs of heaven you gave him and, god, he was in a limbo. Limbo between reality and dream, where you looked so surreal, where everything was surreal — but you were there. He was there. You were there together and together you were making out of this the sweetest dream in life. 

Genya was caught in a trance that, with a quiver, was shaken up; your walls made their best to hold onto him, to grab onto his fingers and not let go. The cacophony of your pleasured sounds colored the air and danced like music to his ears, until it became a warning — but you did not want to yet. 

“I don’t wanna— n-not yet…” You breathed, holding onto his wrist. Your message was hard to decipher, and for a moment he would have begun to freak out — if it was not for what you did afterwards.

He could only give in to your intentions, and so you removed his fingers from you, a wet sound following whenever his fingers finally parted. Your chest heaved with the slowly diminishing build up for your climax; your eyes, clouded with lust, and your seary cheeks. Puffs of breath were coming erratically out from your lips mixed with his own, reverberating louder than they really were in your ears. You began to take his hand upwards and towards you; His gaze followed each of your movements inebriated with lust but also expectantly, his breath getting ragged and more ragged as his fingers approached your lips, as if he could anticipate himself.

The hot air from the sigh you let out grazed his wet fingers and, by reflex, he inhaled sharply. Your gaze flickered from his hand upwards to meet his own; that was the moment in which he noticed the tips of his fingers entering your mouth, only then gaining awareness of the warmth of it. The look of you on him caused his jaw to finally drop, a shaky breath followed, plus the — inevitable at this point — twitch of his painfully hard dick, now almost completely hard,  which could not be helped — even less when your tongue swirled over his large, rough phalanges, licking yourself off him. 

Unintentionally nasty — Genya could barely breathe at the sight of your gaze, laid upon him with such tenderness, pupils dilated with such ecstasy and compliance while the licks of your tongue made his mind go everywhere and nowhere at the same time. To see you this way before him was just breathtaking. To see you this way before him made him want to snap, to lose himself at last, to make you his.

What would he not give to have you this way every day?

Lust blown, suddenly there arose a need taking over him, deeming impossible to ignore — his free hand roamed up from your hip, his fingers twitching with fervor until his large palm finally came to rest atop yours. His sight pleaded, as if he would only proceed had you granted him permission. No need for words, whatsoever, you said yes to him; so his hand tugged gently at your own that beheld his other one, his half-hooded gaze never averting from yours as it reached his lips. 

Oh, and when the fingers entered past his lips, he did not take into consideration something that would be germane: his peculiar sense of taste, not like any other. What was unique about it was that his taste buds were more sensitive than any other person; in other words, his sense of taste was way sharper. And when to tasting you it came, the savor exploded ever so vigorously in his tongue. Immediately, you could perceive just how wide his eyes went, black holes in the center of his irises widening to the point that a thin barrier of dark purple separated them from the sclera. 

A groan vibrated on his fingers, and the relish made him want, crave for more. His tongue swirled around his fingers, making sure to capture every single hint of you on his tongue. All this time, you could just watch, feeling how your cunt would throb at such a tantalizing scene. If you were wet, now you got entirely soaked. Your walls missed him — oh, how much they missed those substantial fingers pulling into you; how badly you wanted them to be within you again. As if you were almost regretting making him stop before you could reach your climax.

When there was no more of you to taste, he popped his fingers out of his mouth just to abduct his middle and index, licking the remainings completely, as if he was not willing to let a single drop of your nectar go to waste. 

“Never had something like this before…” He slurred in all the sultriness, the trance causing his voice to downgrade in a few semitones. Even after swallowing, the taste of you echoed in his palate, in his tongue, in his mouth overall. 

He needed more. 

“G-gen— yes, yes… please.” You breathed out, and so he cupped your cheeks; for the first time ever, Genya was the first one to lean in and claim your lips instead. 

His kiss would have meant to be gentler, but when greed intoxicated his body and his gaze crashed against yours, his lips could only land on your own with just as much force. He held you in place, parted your lips with just a lick against your lower one; he let you taste yourself on his tongue, now brushing against yours thoroughly, as if there was no place he wanted to leave unexplored. A wet smack came after whenever he parted at last to gather his breath (and let you catch yours, too.) 

“Fuck… I’m going crazy…” 

He was not aware that he was thinking out loud when his words came off in a puff of hot breath fanning against your lips. Breath ragged, heart racing — his body was stuck against yours, the bulge in his pants unignorable at this point as it pressed hard against your sex. Your head lolled from side to side, at this point bedazzled and dazed by his actions, by his heat — by everything in him, in short. Only his name could dance off your lips in breathless mewls, because that was just how you were at that moment. And his name dancing off your lips in breathless mewls just added to the fire — his fire. 

When he could put a brief end to his train of thoughts, he turned to your now plump lips and, drawn like a magnet, he pecked them; once, twice, until he parted with a last deep kiss. Decided that he wanted to taste more of you, more than where it came from, he began to kiss his way down: first, from your lips, down to your neck, down to your chest, kneeling until he was facing your breasts; until his hands could not help themselves as he cupped them, your perk buds spilling from in between his thumbs and indexes as he massaged them before, with a last brush of his thumbs over your nipples, he parted to travel even more southwards. Now you could feel the roughness of his hands slide down your sides until they stopped at your waist, while his lips were sloppily kissing your abdomen. Every time, his hands would squeeze, as if kneading your skin; unbeknownst to him, intemperance leaked through his hands, the thrill of coming nearer and nearer made the feeling just barely containable. 

It felt like, in a matter of just a breath, he was now planting the last kiss on your mons. Kneeling before you, now his hands slid downwards to your hips, thumbs resting on the place where your iliac crests lay. Up to this point, impulse had taken the lead but, for some reason, at this moment, he could not avoid just tilting up to meet your gaze, seeking permission in your eyes. As if he did not claim he was going crazy just a moment ago. Maybe because, even in this state, it was important to him to still make sure that you wanted this, that you wanted him. 

Your response — reaching for him just to thread your fingers into his mohawk. Enough for him to continue.

Impulse and passion were taking the lead and Genya was  no longer holding back. Salivating at the mere sight of moist nether lips, he found himself swallowing hard as he gazed ever so entranced, ever so hypnotized. Lips parted, he inched close and, governed by anything except for rationale, his face buried itself into your cunt. The contact of his tongue, the feeling of the muscle parting your lips, and the tip dragging itself in between, licking a strap vertically, were enough to make you scream  — someone would have surely noticed had you not clamped a hand over your mouth. 

Your essence had become even more intense, compared to what he had licked off his fingers right before. If it was comparable to honey, yours tasted just as sweet and twice as addicting. And just as sweet and addictive as you were, you managed to draw a groan straight out of him, which rumbled against your lips. More licks followed after, his tongue tracing your labia upwards, downwards, then sucking on them as wanting to suck your wetness out of them. Genya was dying of thirst, and you were like his only source of water, as if he was tasting it for the first time in forever and he did not just want to stop drinking.

“Shit, you taste so good…” 

And you observed. And your breath was already unsteady, feeling the tingling sensation roaming all over your sex as he kept on tracing his tongue on you. You felt a pressure, tons of pleasure without measure and you could barely get a hold of yourself. Likewise, he could not get a hold of himself either — his palms squeezed your cheeks underneath your skirt, bringing you impossibly close against his mouth. 

Yet, as great as it felt, his tongue was always circling near the place where you wanted him the most, you had yet to feel him where you craved him the most. Nearer and nearer, his tongue barely grazed your engorged, throbbing bundle of nerves. You were quivering with the need, pulsating with the unbearable crave of wanting him to send you over the edge. 

Your grip on his locks tightened the slightest; he could not ignore your call when your voice was filled with need and frustration. There could not be more of a beautifully salacious view than the one of you, with your bare chest rising and falling with heavy huffs, glossy half hooded eyes and parted lips. 

“I-Is anythin’ wrong?” He asked, his voice raspy, “Is… it not good?” 

“N-no, it is! I just…I j-just… want…” You stammered, trying to reassure him, yet you also found yourself struggling to find the right words to tell him how you wanted him.

“Tell me…” He swallowed the saliva that had quickly pooled in his mouth,  “...Tell me what you want.” 

Genya would do it, anything you wanted. No matter what. There was a strong will of his to give himself completely to you, to make you feel what no one else could. He wanted to make you feel the way you deserved and, whatever was on his hand (and even what was not, still) he would do it.

“I want you…” You reassured, both of your hands traveling to his parietals to cup them gently, and he let you coax him closer to your palpitating nub, “...H-here. I need… need you right here.” His gaze flickered from you down to your clit and, upon the last here, the gap between his lips and your bundle of nerves finally closed.

His lips wrapped around it instantly, and you could feel his tongue licking a vertical stripe, causing it to be flicked. Your body began to tremble with the euphoria: Genya could feel your thighs trembling with pleasure, and the mere sound of your delighted cries, plus the inability for you to hold them back any longer was enough to have him trembling as well, in due course. 

“Oh my god, right there, please!”

His tongue began to grind against your sensitizing clit, and his lips began to suck more on it. You cried, you moaned, you held tightly onto him, inevitably making him start to let out grunts and groans that vibrated against your tingling folds, tingling folds that puffed up with the buildup of an overwhelming climax.

“More… o-oh, more…” You supplicated, moving your hips as you held onto the back of his head, hoping to get in some way more pleasure, even more despite being experiencing a surreal amount at that very same moment. 

Again, how could he ever ignore your wishes?

You could not help but to yelp at the brief unsteadiness caused by him bringing your hips forward by pushing your cheeks, nevertheless feeling the very same pang in your abdomen in anticipation, your breath quickening even more (as if it had not already turned ragged enough). Neither could you anticipate the hand once stimulating you leaving a trail of fire on your skin as it slid from your thigh downwards, until it reached your leg; getting hold of your calf, he lifted your leg and let it rest over his shoulder so that now your sex was exposed to him: your lips, widely spread apart, glistened with a mix of your slick and his drool, and with just a flicker of his gaze, he could get a view of your drooling entrance. This new angle made his cock strain even more against the fabric of his pants, but the friction, the tightness proved to be somehow fueling the feeling. 

He kept on swallowing, but no matter how many times he did, the saliva would gather in his mouth over and over again, like a starved demon in a mighty lust for blood. He did not think twice, at this point he was but driven madly by his passion. Passion that led his tongue to caress the dripping of your hole, dripping that led the taste to explode on his overly sensitive taste buds, explosion that led a loud grunt to escape his lips. Zeal grew out of his uncontrolled pleasure, and guided his tongue into your entrance, eagerly gliding against your walls to get more of your sweet nectar. A cry, plus the way that your hands pressed his head deeper against  you, made him take a large, calloused thumb onto your bundle of nerves, remembering as best as he could to mimic the movement of his tongue. His thumb rubbed you up and down, side to side, then traced circles on the most sensitive of its spots. 

He remembered and longed for the feeling of your walls. He remembered how your face contorted into the most beautiful love faces as he used his fingers in you. So one of his hands, once resting on your cheek, circled around and slipped in between him and your body. Using the tips, he caressed your moistness until he found himself poking at your tightening entrance. Fuck,— the feeling of your warmth once again against his fingers, oversaturated with wetness that trickled down his phalanges, and onto the floor beneath whenever he would pump them out; squelching whenever he led them back once again into you. 

“S-So good, too much—!” You could not help yourself, lost in the haze, your hips began to grind over and over against his face, the building pressure became just almost too much to bear, getting so unbearably close to your highest peak of ecstasy, ever so dangerously near that it felt torturing. 

Sweet, addicting torture — Not only was it taking a toll on you, but it was taking it on him as well. Hunger, the ache of a lust that needed to be fed on; Genya could not have asked for anything more yet, in due course, he felt the thirst begin to take hold of his throat, of his lower abdomen as it stiffened up in irregular contractions; anxiety came in waves at the thought, at the crave, at the anticipation. He was yearning to taste more of you. To have your sweetness coat his tongue like honey. 

He was barely hanging on: Genya’s grunts and groans resonated even louder, the smacking of his lips and wet sounds of his tongue lapping against your cunt, while he sucked your juices, were uncontrolled, not even remotely blending with the sound of the summer breeze making the branches and their leaves dance, as so poorly did your uncontrolled moaning. However could you restrain yourselves, though? 

His hips were jerking, thrusting against the very same nothing; the way the fabric of his pants with the friction was sending just the right pangs of pleasure through his hard, overly sensitizing shaft, was enough to give out just how feral he was going, and all because of your pussy — all because of you. Your juices were like the sweet taste of wisteria liquor, inebriating, alluring, addictive. That addiction could only grow whenever he perceived there was a subtle change in your taste — something that Genya’s tongue alone could sense. 

“G-Gen… Genya—!”

You were close, you could feel yourself close to your high. Hyperventilation overtook, caused by your unsteady breathing put you into a deeper haze, a haze that deepened with the tears that were clouding your vision (some of them escaped your lash line, running down your cheeks and you were just so helpless against them. Well, you could not even think about stopping them, whatsoever. It had not been long since his fingers were inside you, stimulating you ever so heavenly; your walls, however, were clenching dramatically faster, tightening more and more, fluttering against his tongue which, at this point, struggled to enter you. 

He was close, too — the stirring of his cock against his pants had turned into pulsations, the most intense making him hiss at the sensitivity, whenever his tip would brush against the fabric at this. He felt he was closer and closer to reaching his climax, and the alluring feeling of you being in the same situation, the alluring feeling of  finally getting to taste the sweetest of you, was keeping him going. 

You could not believe it, your thighs would not stop shaking around him when he lapped at your cunt ever so greedily. Your moans were just enhancers to his own.  — he groaned with a tint of exasperation — he needed to taste you entirely.  

The frustration became action; Genya’s large hands were sweaty against your hips when they roamed up to get a hold of them, and he pulled away from your sex, just enough for the air to brush against your folds.

 “C’mere…” Came his breathless growl, said more to himself than to you. As if in great timing, your legs happened to give out on you, but Genya, strong as he was, managed to keep you steady and prevent you from falling. 

The grass rustled beneath him as he lay down on his back, bringing you with him. When you turned down, you could not help but to feel your clit twitch, another wave of fluttering running through your gut washed over you, and all at the sight of his face framed in between your thighs. His breath this time felt cool against your folds, but as he began to guide your hips towards his lips, the warmth increased the closer and closer he got, approaching your lips. You remembered feeling one last sigh, Genya’s gaze taking a different gleam as his orbs flickered to your alluring, moist sex once more. 

He engulfed it all, and even if you could not see it, you could definitely feel it; his lips enclosing your nether ones,  dragging against the sensitive flesh, his tongue running across the common area between your lips, starting downwards, finishing up at the apex of your clit. And as you watched, your jaw could only fall agape, leaving a free way for all the air in your system to escape your lips through a breathless, high-pitched moan. However, you felt like you were going to lose it when he began flicking his tongue against your clit — deep strokes, not too fast. You could not move, your brain felt as if it had shut off, the coil in your abdomen exerting a great deal more pressure than before.

You could not take notice of how harshly his large hands clenched around your hip bones, the edges of his fingernails digging into the plush of your skin, imprinting crescent moons on them — so harshly was he pressing, because he was helpless. Helpless because he could not hold back. Helpless because you were so moreish that he could not keep it to himself. Helpless because he was bound to explode, the seed threatening to shoot out from him as if you could draw it out yourself. Helpless because the taste of you was a sensation that made him feel like he was experiencing something beyond this world; not even the meditation training he had received from Gyomei Himejima could ever put him in the trance you put him in, so hypnotized, so enthralling. 

Unintentionally unforgiving in his pace, his hands rocked you at a fast pace. And you, unable to handle it, were trembling all over. Your clit buzzed with increasingly erratic throbs, nurtured by every lick of his tongue, and it was too much for you. Unconsciously, you tried to bring your thighs together, trying to get a hold of yourself, but all it resulted in was tightening around Genya’s head. ‘He’s so good, he’s so good to you’ — the thought sneaked into reality and it fell on his ears, and so this  caused a maddening grunt to resonate against your folds once more. He could not breathe properly: his cheeks reddened with the warmth and the shortening of oxygen, a thin layer of sweat glistened on his forehead as well, with one or two droplets that rolled to the back of his head, disappearing in the tousled raven locks of his mohawk. 

Should anyone wonder whether that would stop him, Genya’s hands just dropped to your thighs until they came at the lateral sides of each one. The way his fingers gripped and nails clawed at the plushy skin could have made anyone conclude he would try to free himself; alternatively, all he did was force your thighs closer, tightening their hold around his face.

Close, beyond close, borderline climax — you were just about to get there. The last steps were usually the most painful, the worst; they had you striving to reach the peak, a peak that seemed so hard to reach whenever one was so close. 

His breath began to shake. His arms began to shake. His grip on you began to shake. And in that wavering, caused by that rush of overwhelming euphoria running in his veins, he finally lost himself: Trembling uncontrollably, your legs felt as if about to give out on you. Reaching maximum ecstasy, your climax announced itself as Genya heard a high-pitched, breathless, moaned version of his name tearing from your throat. 

Yet it was not until the sweetest elixir coated his tongue — nothing like your slick, this was different. If your wetness did make his taste buds explode upon first contact, your release on his tongue made his vision field go white (maybe the responsibility would fall on his eyes rolling to the back of his head by reflex, yet that did not change the fact that he could not think straight.) His orgasm hit him and caused his hips to stutter, and now the place where his cock was pulsating and twitching violently suddenly became warm, hot — but also wet. 

His release had made a mess of his pants, but instead of pulling away, Genya pressed himself even more against your cunt, lapping even more eagerly at your release, continuing to guide your hips as if to ride out your orgasm, as if he could ride out his own as well. He licked you clean, until the very last drop of you he had consumed and disappeared after he swallowed. Still, his tongue relished of you — and as long as it relished of you, he would want more of you. 

A tap to your thighs, and you apologized to him between puffs of breath, to which he reassured it was no big deal. Having spread your legs, Genya could catch on his breath at last, as you had backed out until you were lying right beside him. 

“That was… that was amazing.” 

There were a million things he would have told you, if it was not for the fact that he was breathless, breath taken by you and what you caused in him. The afterglow brought a calming haze, a haze that, nevertheless, had a bittersweet taste. Upon the breeze blowing, Genya noticed the quenching humid spot in his underwear — because, even if the gear was said to repel the humidity, his underwear did not bear the same perks. 

An apology — all he could muster in the afterglow, heat pooling in dusting red all over his cheeks.  Your sweet smile is what he next saw when he finally remembered to blink, having lost himself in the view above, yet never fixated upon anything in particular. Reaching with your delicate hand —or so he descried it, compared to his own— you brushed his raven strands of hair away from a forehead that gleamed, coated by a thin layer of sweat.

“For what?” You asked, in all obliviousness. 

But Genya could not just answer your question; the heat could creep up to his cheeks, his gaze could only avert from yours. Embarrassment — to cum only from eating you out, instead of having pleasured you like you deserved. You could pick it up, however, or at least, and again Genya was overt enough to show it. 

When you tilted your gaze down, you could see the mild rising in his pants, and as if you were connecting the dots, it dawned on you. 

“You… oh.” 

“Sorry,” He could barely mutter, his breath shaky with frustration, but he could not deny it, and the lack of it necessarily meant implicit affirmation. Judgment — he was afraid of it when it came to you. All that had just happened, only to crumble away and at his own fault. 

Painly enamoured, he was, and there was no one in his eyes that could take your place. And as enamoured as he was, it pained him to ponder the possibility that even the slightest slip of his fingers — something as dumb as this — could mean the end. Sometimes love made one act like a fool, think like a fool, feel like a fool — and he was this, nothing but a fool for your love. A hopeless fool.

Your lips pressed together as you watched him, equally as flustered the heat crept up to your cheeks, but completely the opposite was going through your mind at that very same moment.

Your sudden giggle erupting from your chest took him by surprise; although he was unsure about what your reaction would be, this one was certainly the least he expected. It made his lower lip curl into a pout, another glimpse of the helplessness in him. However, to you, it was a sweet view to behold; Genya was the sweetest, funnily sweetest man that you had ever met. 

“Why are you apologizing?” Your smile widened, and so you leaned down. 

“It’s just… I… Damn…”

Your hand on his cheek, you tilted him so as to plant on his lips a sweet peck. He was spiraling, to say the least. He could not help but to hold his breath when you kissed him, completely lovestruck by you. 

He struggled with words, as if they were stuck in his tongue. His lips pressed against each other and rolled together by reflex, as if unconsciously tasting you again. Yet still, that could not help him feel any less embarrassed. 

Of course, you knew that. 

“Gen…” You cooed at him ever so sweetly, “You worry too much, baby…” 

His gaze widened a fraction at the nickname, and his heart began to hopelessly pick up its pace. But what time did you give him to process such an influx of tenderness? Nothing. Your lips were already on his own, by the time that he blinked. Yet this time, he held onto you. He closed his eyes, eventually, flowing with the moment. His tongue began to slowly reciprocate the glide of your own, eventually, melting into your fondness. His arms found your torso, eventually, and he pulled you close to him. His head tilted, eventually, deepening the kiss, telling you what words could not, since clearly they would not be on his side. 

But you broke apart too soon, he was enjoying it, he was melting into you, you pacified his uneasiness. But you had better plans. You were going to help him loosen up, even though by this time, after having eaten you, after having fingered you, after having gotten on his knees for you, maybe by this time, he should have. 

But then, maybe all that Genya needed was an extra push. Oh, were you more than glad to give it to him. 

“Gen, you’re so good to me.” It echoed more into his ears than it actually may have; just the words were enough to make the breath struggle to flow into and out of his system with ease, and it was ever so painfully overt the way his body flinched beneath you, his torso stiffening up — again, cute. He was way bigger than you, but here he was, reduced to a mess, smallened beneath you. 

 “Won’t you limber-up for me?”  

But, again, Genya was at a loss of words. Whether this was an unseen side of you — this day was full of discoveries, apparently — or whether he was even more allured by you, he could not distinguish it. All he knew was that you were making him go on a craze, that he was so feeble before you, so willingly feeble. He could not stop you, he could just watch. 

He could just nod. 

You could just smile. Your thumb brushed his cheek, and without any further ado, you began your descent: first, from his lips, to the angle of his jaw, kissing it; second, from there to the side of his neck. In this case, you did not kiss your way down, but just let your breath hover against his skin. Genya could only feel how a slow shiver ran up his spine, spreading to all the corners of his skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He shuddered when a small exhale now kissed his skin, before now your lips did. 

A gentle pressing of your lips, then you tested a small lick against it, repeating the same until, by trial and error, you found a particularly reactive place. 

‘Oh…’ came his soft moan, both relief and surprise bleeding into it as, at the same time, his eyes impulsively fluttered close. As if he was blindly following your request and so he began to unwind, as if he was blindly giving in to you.

You smiled against his neck, pleased by this. Pleased by how he swiftly began to relax; you could feel it underneath you, he was not as tense. 

Suddenly, a sting hit his neck and Genya  could not help but to wince in slight pain, “What did you…?”

“Ever heard of love bites?” You retorted, pulling away from his neck, your cheeks heated up mildly, “They’re little marks that you can give to the one you love. You give them to the one you want to be yours.”

His heart raced, he knew what those were. He had seen them on his brother once. But never, ever, received one himself. If one gives those marks to the one he loves, then that explains why the right one never came to him. Maybe because he had not experienced love until he experienced you.

“Will you be mine, Gen?”  

The question echoed ever so eloquently in Genya, in his chest, causing his heart to skip a beat. Yours…

Yours.

“Yes… Fuck—” The curse fell from his lips, “—yes…” Totally inebriated, without a second thought. This, again, made you smile as you gazed deeply into his eyes. 

Expectant, he lifted his head, never missing any of your movements as you moved. His shirt remained wide open, untouched since you had opened it up for him just a while ago. His chest inflated and fell with every rapid, shallow breath of his. Littered with scars, you kissed each as you continued to move downwards. Slow motioned, gentle, sweetly — taking your time, never once rushing. It is all part of the same; You wanted to make from this a perfect moment — to take your time; your pledge. To make sure to drink in every single detail of his, every single reaction, every single sound he made — it was all part of getting caught in the moment. 

You were about to shift, so that you could reach his lower abdomen; However, it had been too much for Genya to stand, apparently. At least, he could not stand just laying while you did all the work. So, abruptly, he stood up, while you remained where you were. 

“Gen?” 

But soon, you would learn that to stop you was the least of his intentions. 

Rising to your knees, you accommodate yourself. In this position, your eye level met his lower abdomen. When he looked down at you, and you up at him, Genya could not control the way such a view brought a titillating pang of heat inside him, pang of heat that caused his once again hardening cock to twitch. 

The mess — he recalled. Fleetingly, he had let slip the reason for his apology, the reason for his embarrassment. But by the time he tried to stop you, you were already kissing his lower abdomen, the buckle of his belt long from undone, and his pants halfway worked down. Panic began to rise, of course, and as much as Genya found his skin twitching at the closeness, as much as he found himself not wanting to stop, this was embarrassing. 

Your fingers, hooked on the waistband of his underwear, were just tugging down at it when his hand took a hold of your wrist. This caused your gaze to tilt up, and in confusion you gazed at him.

“Wait…” He blurted out. 

“Why?”

Well, what sort of explanation was he supposed to give, how was he supposed to tell you what had happened to him?

Whenever his sight averted from yours, the feeling was there again. Cute. A sigh you let out brought a smile to your face then, and so he turned back his gaze on you whenever he felt the warmth of your hand on his own — the same way as he would have at that moment. 

Reassurance — your fingers interlaced with his, and you led it to cup your cheek. Genya worried too much, as you would have told him at that moment. He could only swallow, his jaw could only clench. 

But he nodded.

Until you laid your sight upon the half hardness, sticky and partially wet with still leaking, still warm seed. Your jaw fell agape after it bounced whenever you finally uncovered him.  

“O-oh…”  fell from your lips; to be honest, it was quite a sight to be speechless at. The sight from you, staring ever so frozen up at his girth. As if red cheeks were not already flaring up, this sight made even the tips of his ears burn, yet there was no satisfaction behind it; you did not show any sign of being pleased, and where silence governed, there was place for uncertainty; where there was place for uncertainty, there was indeed place for uneasiness. 

“For… for—” Words tripped in your tongue, and you had to make a pause in order to swallow, a pause to process everything.

“All of this… because of me?”  

“Didn’t mean to… I…” 

What could he say? How could he explain? That he did not make it as far as to hold it in before he could actually please you like you deserved? 

You felt his hand flinch on your face, and upon the slightest sign of it pulling away, you were quickly to, once again, place your hand on top of his. Tilting up, your gazes met again yet, this time, he noted that yours held a different tint: He noted that your orbs seemed to glow with a different tint between half-hooded lids, the color of your irises blending with the sun’s mid-afternoon rays, that you felt warmer against the hand resting on your cheek than just a second ago, as well as the way your lower lip spilled from your biting it with your upper teeth. In his state, there was no way in which he could note the way your arousal tingled, or the way that you began to press your thighs together, already in the need for pressure, or any kind of friction. 

In other words, he did not note that what you actually meant was the opposite. 

Your hand departed from his own, only to wrap itself around his girth. You took your time and, finger by finger, you softly circled him until he was completely in your grasp — gentle, tender was your touch, never otherwise. Underneath, you could feel the wetness of bits of his cum, mildly lukewarm by now. 

“I feel praised,” You admitted in a wholehearted purr while your gaze softened, your eyes softly wrinkling; as your thumb reached up to his completely damp, now leaking with precum head — tracing his shaft all the way with your pad, almost in a ghost like manner, your gaze departed from his own, your head tilting down so that now your complete and undivided attention was set on the girth before you. 

“All this for me…” You repeated, your gaze followed every single one of your movements as your wrist skilfully, slowly, gave his shaft a stroke. There was a wet sound that resonated in the air as you did (product of his precum clicking as you dragged your hand over his dick), repeating the action a couple of times — all this time, looking at him in the deepest infatuation. 

"I thought about this a lot…" you confessed, "of us…" you breathed, and you felt the urge to close your eyes, biting down a mewl as you grinded against your own clenching thighs at the same slow pace you stroked his cock.

"You surprised me…" you confessed, and to be honest this surprise was not in only one way, "you're so…" 

Genya could not believe what was happening. Genya could not even breathe properly. Genya could not even avert his gaze, nor pull his hand away from you; in counterpart —and once again this was his body speaking for him — his hand traveled from your cheek to the back of your head, his fingers unavoidably threading in between your locks in the process.

Smitten, absolute love struck— if he was doing badly before, now it was way worse. Impatience took over him, while you pledged to take your time; because, perfection is achieved through the threading of many little processes, many actions, many words. It was not  a matter of teasing, but a matter of making out of this the most. In all your actions, you vowed for every part of you — every heartbeat, every thought, every ounce of love you held for him — to bleed into them.

"...great," came the word, at last, after getting, for a bit, deeply lost in your actions, in his reactions, in his gestures, as if you were thinking of the right word. You had begun to inch closer to his shaft. Your grip lessened as your thumb began to smear in deep, circular motions, slicky precum oozing out of his head. 

His grip tightened on your hair, and you heard him breathe in sharply, so you inched closer.

"So big…"  your breathed words kissed his head. So responsive he was, that you felt him twitch within your grip, hard. 

"I’m not wrong, right?"

So your gaze, once again, flickered up to meet his, but only for a moment, before your attention you posed onto his length once more. 

He was aware that he was different. His size sometimes made him self conscious as, had an inconvenience occurred to him, it would be painfully obvious — and for that, there would be no haori that could conceal something like that. Managing himself barely, he could use his repetition tactics to try and bring himself to focus elsewhere and, hopefully, bring himself to relax. Just as there were times that he could not, and the ache would be so noticeable that he would have to excuse himself, and that would lead you to linger on his mind, the lewdest version of you deployed in his fantasies as he succumbed to his hand on restless nights, imagining it was you bouncing on top of him, imagining you were letting out pleasured cries for him, imagining with deep, ardent  intrigue what his name moaned from your lips would taste like.

You were mischievous in your own way — angelic, innocent — and that drove him crazy. Craziness that spiraled, triggered by the way that your breath fanned against one of the sides of his shaft (the one onto which a prominent vein rested and protruded. 

“It’s pretty,” You confessed and, kissing the most prominent vein, his abdomen tensed.

 “I like this vein,” You brushed it with the base of your fingers, “...and these,” releasing your grip for the tips of your fingers to brush against the smaller ones. Eventually, you reached the base, and you once again wrapped your hand around the shaft.

 “S’so long…”  Your praise came as a slurred purr this time as you felt a warm wave of arousal make your cunt throb once, feeling how your thighs began to soak up. Now your fingers circled his girth once more, and you brought your hand towards the tip, stopping at the base of this one.

“The way it curves is so lovely,” You smiled, owing to the curve to the right it took, tracing it as you led your hand backwards in a deep stroke. 

“...it’s so thick,” You breathed, this time your lips hovered over it. It twitched again, impatience and frustration bubbled up in his being, yet even so, he would never dare get in the way of your actions. You  had to stop and swallow, for the drool threatened to escape the corner of your lips.

“And it’s a mess…” You mewled, this time your gaze connected to his as your tongue stroked a vertical stripe through the underside of it, sighing in pleasure with a gaped jaw whenever you reached the tip. Salty, gently, not so much, it was pleasant. 

“I’ll clean it up for you, okay?” 

The angelic lewdness with which you were enthralling him, something never imaginable for him, it hit him ever so unexpectedly. His breath hitched in his throat after a sharp inhale, air that could only be released by force after your lips finally wrapped themselves around his tip. 

“F-fuck—!” Came a choked growl from his lips, as his fingers enclosed a fistful of your hair, as if by that he could relieve the tension. He could feel himself burn at the cheeks and even the tips of his ears, while the coil in his lower abdomen began to exert such a pressure that he had to do his best to keep himself together; this time, he could not let himself commit the same mistake, this time he would endure. 

It was slow how you took him — patiently, one inch at a time. He was way bigger than you had calculated, judging by the grip of your hand on his shaft. His girth forced you to make an effort, your jaw falling a bit more slack. It was lewd, how you stopped every now and then to rest, only for his cock to reach an inch deeper into your mouth, the salty flavor and the typical consistency of his cum dancing in your tongue with more intensity the more you took him in. Overachiever as you were, as stubborn as you were, he eventually fitted almost all the way into you (and, whatever did not fit, you could rely on your hand.) 

To say Genya felt the weakness take over his knees was the least. Sensitivity and infatuation had mixed together and, to see the way in which you took him made him helpless. 

Perfection — you had decided it. He deserved being treated well. He decided to be taken care of, just like he had done with you previously. 

Genya felt the pressure envelop his cock, and the wet swirling of your tongue as you backed away, as if dragging it with you. ‘Fuck’ — you could not be looking at him with such an innocent glint on your irises as you did what you were doing — you were going to make him cum on spot.

“Ah…” You barely pulled away when, with a wet popping of your lips against his head, you released him. It came off as a sighed moan, your glossy eyes, iris highlighted by the gentle reddening of your scleras as you blinked a few tears off. 

“I love how you taste…” You told him in a soft breath, your tongue peeking from in between your lips to lick the remains, as your free hand crept up to wipe the fresh drool that, naturally, had escaped through the corner of your mouth once gathered again in you.

One praise after the other — there was determination in you, to make him feel how much you liked him. Through every action, through every word, through everything, never once did you waver with your honey-like tone, sweet by nature and soft spoken. He called your name, choked in a deep hiss, as if trying to tell you this was way too much for him to handle, as if he wanted to tell you he needed you more.

“...Makes me want more,” You giggled, “...I can’t wait.”

 At the sight of no objections on his behalf, you decided to continue, as if the hunger of seeing him pleased was an almighty crave in you. As if pleasing him was your way to tell him, to make him understand. 

“I’ll stop whenever you want, okay?” you told him, your lips loitering once again a breath away from his pulsating length. You took his hand, guided it to your lips as you turned the slightest to your side, only for your lips to kiss a prominent knuckle of his, “I just think you deserve to feel good.” You added, before you guided it to your hair, prompting him to pull your hair back so that he could take a look of what you meant. 

Heavy breathing, body heating, arrhythmic heart beating — he was reduced to being nothing but shambles. Here you were now, admiring it for yourself, touching him and he would not have the willpower to stop you, but instead observe and melt into each word, each action, each moment. Even if it felt rare for such feelings of devotion and love to bloom at such a scene, it was something inevitable. Your words, each and every single, had hit him from up close. Who would ever treat him with such kindness? Who would ever do this for him? It all felt sincere. Maybe in another context, if he had not been as smitten, as besotted as he was with you, he would have snapped and told you not to say such things while doing something so dirty like this. 

This, however, was different.

He began to give in, and as he began to give in, once shut in grunts turned louder, and so grunts turned into moans — it was hard to keep them behind gritted teeth at first, but soon enough he found himself loosening up. His hips began to roll against your mouth, and you were smart to follow him along, creating a pace in which your nose almost met your hips. 

Gagging was inevitable, you were resolved to take him all the way in, eventually, and it was impossible for tears not to gather at your lash line as a result of his tip almost hitting the back of your throat. He was twitching, irregular flinches of his shaft made it shake in your mouth; that, his pleased sounds, your gazes connected through the haze, the piercing connection passing through the curtain of tears, your moans and mewls vibrating in his cock, the erratic breathing, his salty taste coating your tongue, the rubbing of your thighs against each other and  the grinding of your hips to possibly pacify this need for friction—

It was too much.

His cock slid off you with a wet pop, his head grazing the corner of your lips, rapid huffing now echoed in the air and it came from both of you. Only when the colder air grazed his humid shaft did he blink himself out of it. Passion fogged gaze laid itself upon you, and only then you became aware that the sunlight had taken a more golden tint. Probably, training should be about to culmine, maybe it was time to come back. 

“Do we have to go back?” You asked, your voice having taken a sultry, slightly hoarse tone. Your eyes were curved in disappointment, in need — both corporally, but also pitiful; whenever something is so magic, it tended to happen so fast, its evanescence being a motive to mourn it when you realized how ethereal things were, as if having slipped from your hands like sand between your hands. You deemed yourself selfish for wanting this to last just a while longer. You found yourself longing for him. Longing to satiate this thirst that, no matter whatever you did, it continued to grow — and that could only be quenched by him and only him. 

And, with every fiber of your being, you wished this would last forever. 

It felt like an eternity until you blinked and noticed Genya was kneeling at your eye level, until you felt the warmth of those fingers, from that same hand that held your head moments ago, taking in them your chin.

“No, it’s not. Let’s stay a bit longer.” 

And from your lips, through your fallen ajar jaw broke out a breathless sigh, heavy as if you were holding your breath somehow, and immediately relaxation hugged every corner of your body, giving place then for the building, burning desire to keep on burning within you. Flaring up from your lower abdomen, then growing towards your throat, and likewise irradiating to your core. 

You could not help yourself, completely infatuated, completely dependent on him. Far gone, you were, you had to throw yourself, your arms finding shelter around his neck, and from your lips melded into his own came the greed that you would just not hold back anymore. 

He was quick to reciprocate — from his lips he let out the very same eagerness, from his tongue gliding with yours as well, and tasting himself in you. Genya and you were dying of thirst, and you were each others’ water. 

“I want you… Want you to make love to me…”  Fell the plea off your lips, at last, your lips brushing against his as you spoke, returning quickly to kiss him; you could not break away from him, not even for a second. The heat was heavy in the air, and if it was already hot, now it was even more — almost scorching, but it burnt so good. 

 Lust clouded eyes focused on yours, and the words he uttered — the way he said them — made your heart skip a beat.

He huffed out your name, completely taken aback as if you were not doing any of this in the first place. 

“Fuck… C’mere.” He repeated, as he would have told you before, “Want you too. Need you so much.” 

His tone had grown more confident. Now more sure than before, the words did not stumble in his tongue, and the resolve was clear as water in his eyes.  The need was irresistible. It was irresistible. Fuck, he needed you, fuck you were going to make him lose his mind.

His hands a step ahead from him, and he pulled away, a haziness taking over him, as if his body was about to enter a trance, an ecstatic one. There was a mix of hands as you both peeled the clothes off each other, unable to hold yourselves back anymore — only his pants remained halfway undone, however. It was then that his arms encircled your waist; just like that, he had easily picked you up; Your legs hugged his hips close, and your lips were on each other’s, as if there was no time to waste and he led you both against the trunk of the tree, until your back was laid against the rough surface. It did not bother you in the slightest, how the rugosity would scratch your back — your attention, your devotion, all of you, it was on him.

Love and lust blended, you wanted to give him everything, and that was where those two concepts converged. He wanted to give you everything, and that was where those two concepts converged. Where those two concepts, born and raised in two different bodies, seeped out of your bodies and converged. Give, give, give. That was all he wanted; that was all you wanted. 

There was more than just conversations, glances, aspects — ever since you had met him, you knew he was something else. That he had something, something waiting to be noticed, something waiting for you to see it, something waiting for you to take it. You were both waiting for each other. You were both waiting for this moment. Bless the day Tanjiro talked Genya into you and, likewise, bless the day Kanroji talked you into him. 

Because now Genya was all yours. 

And you were all his. 

And both of you were about to give yourselves to each other. 

“Do it,” The slight difference in temperature made the haze of his train of thoughts and feelings come to a pause, and so he became aware of the length that throbbed with need around his hand — hand that, absentmindedly, had begun to move in deep strokes as he thought, as he looked, as he touched — as he felt.

“Please…” Your implore came from both your words, and your lips blending with his in a needy kiss; from the movement of your hips seeking for some friction that only he could give you, to the frustrated whimpers that would leave your bodies, as you pretended to rush, rush until you could feel him within you, only to then take it slow. 

Genya so complied. He wanted you. No doubt, no hesitation, his body moved to the beat of the desires of the deepest of his core, and where desire outweighed reason, there was no point of return. Genya found himself guiding his cock to your entrance, wet and heating up with expectation, with eagerness. Painful need. 

Patience out of courtesy, Genya waited for you to nod at him, to press his tip deeper, consistent pressure applied until he managed to push it in. Curses mindlessly fell from his lips — respect was hard to keep when he finally got what he so deeply had been craving for all this time, daydreaming night and day that someday this moment would come, and finally his thirst would be eased. 

“Y-you’re so big…!” You could not stop yourself from pointing the obvious out, whimpering as he prodded against your entrance — even a hand as big as his could barely wrap itself around his girth. Veins adorned it and roamed from the tip that was red with ardor, disappearing towards the base a great deal of centimeters later. Whether it was your lack of sexual encounters in a while, or whether it was not, he was objectively special.

“Y-You’re small…” In the same way, he let out a sharp gasp, the strain of the size difference becoming evident in the way that he pushed into you, “So- s’tight—!” A gasp ended up taking over him, and you could see his eyes threatening to the back of his head at a quiver of your walls. 

  Slow, a bit at the time — he had to work on his reminder ever so hardly. Reminders that were hard to keep in mind when he was slowly burying himself into you, when those walls that struggled to stretch, to take him in— those walls that stang, and that the sting crept up to your then glossy eyes — but that, at the same time, kept sucking him in, as if, selfishly, wanted him to stay and never go.

But he stopped upon seeing your expression contorting in what seemed like pain, to him. Genya opted to distract you as, with little pushes of his hips his cock buried itself further into you; so tender kisses began to litter your skin with kisses, from your shoulder to your neck, from your neck to your cheek. 

“You’re doin’ so well… almost there,” His praise came with strain, the tightness becoming overwhelming to every single one of his senses, causing his eyes to almost roll to the back of his head, and so he could not avoid the need to let his forehead fall onto your shoulder.

“Fuck, feels s’good…”

It was your chest that heaved, they were your puffs of breath reverberating on the woods that became even more irregular as he pushed another inch inside you. Your gaze, fixed on the place where his dick was almost through disappearing whole inside you, got clouded with lust, and as his shaft grazed in its way a sensitive place in you, you could not help but to flutter your lids close; the pleasure, so intense, threatened to escape your body and so it made your back arch, your chest inflate with air as a high pitched gasp seeped in. 

And so he was finally fully inside you. All that effort, leaving you both breathless from a race that you did not even run yet. You both gazed into each other's eyes, but Genya was the one seeking your silent permission for him to move — permission that came with a kiss. Your lips place themselves on his own, blending quickly but smoothly in a deep kiss. Tongues glide on each other with more confidence, with just as much yearn, and so the unsaid is left said through actions: Adoration, enamour, ardor, passion, promises. 

In a last peck to his now humid lips, you pull away just enough to place your forehead against his, just enough to have your lips brushing against his. And so the unsaid is left said, and you confessed what you have been itching to hear from your lips ever since you came around with your feelings over him.

“I love you, Genya.” 

And so it was sealed.

Genya felt as if the air left his system with the deep exhale he took, eyes filled with emotions as his irises flickered with the awe you had caused in him. 

“...I love you.”  He retorted, as soon as he breathed in. There were no second thoughts, he felt it. Amongst all the uncertainties that could cloud his vision, there was something clear and that was the love he held for you. He kissed you, as soon as those words left his lips, with twice, thrice as much passion as you had done just before. He began to move, as soon as his lips claimed yours. He drank in your moans, as soon as his tip began to hit the sweetest of the spots inside you. 

Genya’s appearance was deceiving — for a man who was rough looking and with such a massive size, he made love to you with such a care that would be deemed as unfit for someone of such a presence like his own. His muscles clenched each time he pounded into you, the effort evident in every inch of his body; the ultimate proof of how much he did love you. It just would irradiate from his pores, it was nothing that he could consciously help. It would irradiate from his voice, from his breath. It would irradiate from the way his hands would hold onto the skin of your glutes, in the way in which his nails would dig crescent moons into the plush of your skin out of ecstasy. It would irradiate from the pores of his skin which twisted into goosebumps, all over his body. It would irradiate from the way his abdomen contracted with each push of his hips against your thighs. 

Your eyes would keep on widening as the feeling of pressure with pleasure began to mix together, until it became a mix of pressure, pleasure and growing tightness. Growing tightness, clenching walls and erratic throbbing. Far gone, you were so far gone, that being heard as a result of your loudening moans and cries was, at this point, the least of your concerns. Genya did nothing to stop you, as he could not stop himself either. You straightened your back against the trunk of the tree you were lying against, your nails digging into his shoulders.

It was at this moment that you realized just how much closer you wanted him. So your hands snaked around him, from his shoulders to his back, and you pressed your torso against his. Close to him beyond possible, that is where you wanted to be, how you wanted to be. You could not bear it, vibrating along the waves of pleasure that rumbled from your spot towards the coil tightening, resting on your lower abdomen. Your lips ended up in front of his ear when you intended to press your cheek against his, and some tears falling from your clouded sight stained his cheek.

“Oh, god— G-Gen, I’m so close…” You whimpered, and just that whimper was enough to set himself on fire, “T-touch me,”

And so he did; a hand slid in between your bodies, the rough pad of his digit began to swipe at your engorged, pulsating clit — sloppy, fast. He needed you, he was close, and he needed to bring you there with him.

It was a curse that fell from his lips behind gritted teeth. Genya was at this point a few last thrusts away from losing himself, losing himself within you. Your walls continued to hold him in, to have such a vice grip on him that could only tighten more and more. Your insides drooled with passion, the wet sounds resonated, they could only get louder and louder as you quenched your thirst. 

 You got so caught in the moment; ecstasy made eternity to grow smaller in range, and eternity was now reduced to these woods, where time seemed to have stopped and where the last breath seemed to be the longest, the longest before he told you corporally that he loves you so fucking much, and poured all that love inside you, to call you his forever. 

You were caught in the moment.

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[k0r3s-smu1]

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[thefallen0nes]

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age┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° 20

gender ┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° genderfluid

prns ┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° he/him/them

likes┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° hot ppl.., history (mostly victorian and edwardian era)

dislikes ┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ppl who dislike astronomy and astrology. (like seriously? who wouldnt like them??)

fandoms ┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° demon slayer, bungo stray dogs, maria clara at ibarra, black butler, saiki k, tokyorev, creepypasta

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[imarriedkeqing]

T. Giyuu NSFW alphabet.

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reposted and slightly edited from my wattpad

hope y'all ussys throbbing /hj

srry for grammar mistakes

warnings: my humor istg, mention of threesome, slight fingering?, mention of pregnancy, breeding,

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

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Giyuu would probably help you clean up and probably forget about himself. unless you remind him of course

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B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

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>his

I feel like his favorite part would be his fingers. The way he can make you feel good with them is just.

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>yours

Your face. That sound a bit clingy but hear me out. The reason his favorite part is your face is because he can see how much pleasure your feeling.

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C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

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2 things

1. On ur stomach or back.

2. Inside of you (he'll need your permission first.)

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D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

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He wouldn't admit it but he was close to have jealous sex with you because of obanai.

(who knows maybe because obanai "flirted" with you he would want a threesome with you, him and obanai)

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E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

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No. If this man has "no friends" how he is gonna have sex then. But I say something he may or may not read some perverted books about female anatomy.

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F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

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Missionary. This man is 50% vanilla you cannot tell me otherwise.

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G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

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100% serious. He's not the type to fool around.

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H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

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Giyuu probably shaves a lot. but if he didn't do it as much it would match his dark blue-ish hair.

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I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

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most definitely romantic! He would want the mood to fit the vibe.

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J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

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Giyuu is a pillar afterall, he gets the hardest missions out of all the ranks (I think) so if hes at one of the wisteria estates and once he gets privacy he wouldn't mind.

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K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

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Well I did say he was 50% vanilla so here's where the rest of the 50% is.

1. Definitely has a breeding kink, after the battle with muzan and the uppermoons is over he would want to have a tiny human waddling around the house.

2. hair pulling kink.

If you ever wanna get him in the mood plop on his lap and pull his hair.

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L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

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his bedroom or the wisteria estate.

he's fr a private quiet man I don't see him being too risky.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

sitting on his lap while having a intense make out session.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

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degrade you or hurt you in any way shape or form or having sex in pure public.

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O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

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both. He is all about you having pleasure but if you want him to receive the same pleasure you got, go ahead he won't complain.

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P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends. If you want to have just regular soft vanilla sex, he'll go slow and sensual. However if you do make him jealous, he will be quiet rough.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He would only want to do one if you teased him a bit.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

If you wanna try out a kink or something it depends on it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

I'm thinking at least 4 rounds.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I don't think he would own any. He only wants you cum by his cock or his fingers.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Again. If you get him jealous he'll tease the living he'll out of you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

If he's in charge he's only quiet a little but once he's near his high you'll hear some sounds of pleasure from him.

But if YOUR in charge I feel like he would most definitely be so whiny.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Idk rlly have any lol

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

9 and a half inches.

as tumblr once said. Quiet men have the biggest d

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

medium, not that high.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After you and hopefully him as well is cleaned up, you two will have the most heartwarming tooth rotting cuddle session.

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[bwabys-scenarios]

NSFW

Keeping you plugged up with his cock was one of his favorite activities. Wanting to keep his cock warm was just the excuse he used, the real reason was his increasing need to breed.

“Shh, princess… you’ve gotta stay seated a little longer… you’ve gotta keep me warm, okay?”

You whined and writhed, your pussy clenching around him only fueling his urge to get you nice and pregnant. “Please… my tummy, it’s too full…”

The two of you had been going at it for hours, and now he was keeping his cock nestled inside you, filling up your womb to the brim.

“Just be a good girl, okay? My little angel…”

You had a feeling you’d be stuffed full of his cum by the end of the night.

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[tiza0925]

Hi!...umm could you pls do a NSFW tanjiro x reader where reader starts to get jealous of kanao bcos kanao has started to gain feeling for tanjiro and has been trying to get close with him but she doesn't know that reader and tanjiro are secretly dating so reader ends up distancing herself from everyone and when tanjiro confronts reader they end up in a mating press+overstimulation and a bit breeding kink 😳

(Pls don't get me wrong I luv Kanao but I haven't seen any fanfictions like this and I'm sorry if this request is too much)😅

Take care 😊

only you | 18+

Warnings/Tags: nsfw, explicit sexual content, jealous!reader, afab/female reader, unprotected sex, mating press, creampie, breeding kink, reassurance, Tanjiro loves you so much, multiple orgasms (implied), overstimulation, soft!dom Tanjiro, ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS ARE AGED UP AND OVER 18 YEARS-OLD

Pairing: Tanjiro Kamado x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You feel two thick fingers shove inside your mouth, the fingertips hooking onto your bottom teeth to pull your head forward to look into sinful red eyes. 

You blink blearily, tears blur your vision, and you choke with a sob as drool drips down the corners of your mouth. 

“Already crying?” You hear Tanjiro murmur, voice sweet and low, a huge contrast to the brutal thrusts he’s been giving you—fucking your sore cunt with the intent to make you pass out. “Too much for you now, hm?”

You suck in a sharp breath, moaning around his fingers, and your eyes roll back when Tanjiro leans in to have his head near your ear—causing his cock to sink in deeper that you swear you feel him in your throat. 

“I’m sorry, love, but you’ll have to hold on for a little longer,” His voice rumbles against you, rolling through your ear as his lips graze the shell of your ear. “I still need to cum inside you, okay?” 

If you weren’t currently getting fucked to the point where you can feel Tanjiro’s dick in your soul and your mind wasn’t a puddle of liquid pleasure—

You would probably laugh at yourself for being in the situation you’re in at the very moment. 

Because none of this would’ve happened if it weren’t for Kanao.

And now you’re torn between still wanting to be mad at Kanao and also wanting to give her a hug of gratitude for getting Tanjiro like this. 

Not because Kanao directly told Tanjiro to fuck you like he’s some madman. 

Instead, funnily enough, it was Kanao who was the one that wanted Tanjiro for herself. 

It was obvious with the way you’d watch her laugh at his jokes that weren’t even that funny sometimes. 

Or the way you’ve noticed Kanao would leave light touches on Tanjiro’s hand and arm—brief but still giving the message that she wants more from him—whenever you were all out on the field training. 

You’ve seen the way Kanao looked at Tanjiro. 

And honestly—you don’t blame her. 

Tanjiro is an attractive guy. 

Not only in his face but his demeanor, how polite he is. Smart, funny, and god—have you seen him without a shirt? 

So you get why Kanao acts that way—even more recently, now, as Tanjiro started to train more and grew a little taller. 

It’s why you’re dating him, in the first place. 

But nobody knows that. 

You two didn’t want to get in trouble—dating within the Corps wasn’t allowed. 

But you guys couldn’t help it. 

He liked you, and you didn’t want to lose out on the chance of having him to yourself. 

The only issue with keeping your relationship with Tanjiro a secret—

Is that people, like Kanao, will try to get with him instead. 

Because in their eyes—he’s single. 

In Kanao’s eyes—Tanjiro is available for her. 

And at first—you didn’t care. 

You both knew what would happen once you kept this relationship a secret. 

People will still flirt—it happened to you many times by other guys. 

But you were always polite to let them down—made up some lie about wanting to focus on becoming a better slayer and all. 

And Tanjiro said the same thing to Kanao once before—and she listened. 

Admired him from far away. 

And you were okay with that. 

Until—

Until Kanao started to get handsy. Gradually.  

Until her small crush developed into something more for Tanjiro—and she wasn’t so subtle about it anymore. 

You were okay with it until Kanao and Tanjiro got a little closer—and you had to sit back with your teeth pinching your tongue, watching and doing nothing about it. 

And over time—it got to you. 

It’s not that you don’t trust Tanjiro—because this man has done nothing but respect and show you immense trust and security in your relationship. 

And he never flirted with Kanao back. 

But that doesn’t mean you trust Kanao. 

Not when Tanjiro is, in general, a really nice guy. 

Nice to the point where Kanao can mistake it for flirting. 

And if you couldn’t say anything about it—because what can you say without blowing your guys’ secret? 

‘Hey, stop flirting with Tanjiro because—‘ 

Because what? You like him?

That he’s yours? 

It was futile and you hated it. 

…Hence, why you started to distance yourself. 

From a few others at first. 

But then it started to turn into you making an excuse to not talk to Tanjiro. 

That distancing turned into you avoiding him as much as you can. 

Because it hurt. 

You can’t flirt with Tanjiro in public as Kanao can 

And honestly—you genuinely thought you would get away with this whole ‘distancing thing'. 

It even got to the point where you thought that you and Tanjiro's relationship could possibly be over. 

And wouldn’t that be amazing for Kanao, huh? 

But then Tanjiro confronted you about it one night—and that…

That was something. 

The door to your dorm closes behind him as you both walk in, and it’s deadly silent. 

The tension is so thick that you can cut a knife through it, but you don’t say anything.

And for a moment—it remains silent. 

Just waiting for something to drop, to set off the bomb that’s been ticking for a while, now. 

And—

And then you hear Tanjiro let out a tired sigh, and you turn to see him rub a hand over his face as he looks at you, confused. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, now?” 

Your eyes widen, and surprise flashes through your pupils as you swallow hard, playing dumb as you avert your gaze. “There’s nothing wrong.” 

He lets out a derisive snort, sarcasm lacing his words “Really?” 

“Yes, really,” Your voice comes out flat, and you walk towards your bed while taking off your shirt. “You should go, I’m tired.” 

A lie. 

One that Tanjiro immediately detects as he shakes his head and follows you. “Not until we talk this out first.” 

That’s the thing that also made you fall for him—is how big he is on communication. 

It’s something you generally love about him—except for this very moment. 

Because talking about how stupidly jealous you are will get you emotional—you can already feel the damn lump beginning to form in your throat. 

You try to ignore him as you set up the bed, sniffling. “There’s nothing to talk about.” 

Tanjiro huffs out a breath, his voice soft and pleading. “Don’t lie to me.”

You purse your lips, your teeth clenching. “You should go rest.” 

You feel him closer behind you, his body heat near yours, and his voice is so confused. “Was it something I said?” 

The breath you let out is shaky, feeling guilty for making him think he’s at fault here. 

Because he’s not but emotions are a bitch and it’s starting to get to you. 

You swallow thickly. “No.” 

Another step closer to you. 

“Was it something someone else said?” 

Your voice is a little strained. “…No.” 

“Did someone do something? Did I do something—?”

And at this point—something kind of just…snaps. 

“I don’t know,” You don’t mean to have any bite in your words, but you’re just so frustrated and overwhelmed and feel so stupid for the way you’re acting that it all just hits you at once as you sniffle, your voice cracking. “Why don’t you go ask your little girlfriend, Kanao?”

And then—

Everything turns silent. 

You can hear the soft ringing in your ears right after you say that. 

You can feel your heart thumping rapidly with regret flushing your cheeks and your stomach drops. 

Fuck. 

You didn’t mean to say that out loud. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck—

You feel a rough hand wrap around your wrist, and the next thing you know—

You’re being spun around—and your vision is instantly met with big, red eyes. 

And your breath hitches in your throat soon after when you take in Tanjiro’s expression because—

He doesn’t look mad at you. 

He looks…worried. 

Almost regretful in a way. 

“That’s what this is all about?” 

He asks, sounding incredulous and confused, looking at you patiently for you to answer. 

God—you feel so irrational now—

“I…” You start, not sure what to say with the way he’s looking at you like that, and you gulp. “…It’s not—”

“Oh, love,” Tanjiro sighs. Low and heavy—full with understanding once he takes a good look at you—and his eyebrows crinkle with focus as he brings you closer to him—tucking your head under his chin as he wraps his arms, full of muscles and warmth, around you. “You have no reason to be jealous of her, you know.” 

Your lower lip wobbles. “I know—”

“But,” He stops you, and you let out a shaky breath, “I’m sorry for not realizing it sooner.” 

Fuck.

You close your eyes, feeling guilty for even making him have to say that because—

“It’s not your fault,” You mutter, but Tanjiro simply shakes his head, sounding firm. 

 “No, I should’ve made stricter boundaries with Kanao—which I will do when I see her.” 

“I don’t want to tell you what to do with your friends, though.” 

Tanjiro frowns and tips his chin down to give your forehead an achingly gentle kiss, mumbling against your head. “How you feel is more important to me.”

Well, that’s just not fair. 

You both stay like that for a bit—simply hugging and being in the other’s arms. 

It’s silent again but this time it’s comfortable. 

But then at some point—

“Hey,” Reluctantly, you lift your head to look at him, and Tanjiro’s eyes soften as he gives your lips a soft, gentle kiss. “You’re the only one I want, you know.” 

You whimper, feeling a small shiver crawl up your spine. 

He guides your mouth open with his, his warm tongue sliding against your lower lip. “You’re the only one I want to kiss.” 

His hands on you grow firmer, almost possessive, as he pulls you closer to him—and you let out a small moan. 

He kisses you so deeply that you feel it in your bones, and he starts to walk you towards the bed—the bend of your knees hitting the edge, causing your back to fall and land on the soft cushion beneath. 

And he follows, holding you close to him, his mouth traveling to your ear and giving it a small nip, his voice rough against you, “You’re the only one I want to be inside of, too.” 

God. 

You feel yourself throb and you throw your arms around his neck as your legs wrap around him—kissing him back just as deeply, moaning into his mouth because this is the Tanjiro that you want. 

This is what you need from him right now. 

…Which is how, moments later, you end up the way you are right now. 

Cheeks red and shiny from tears. 

Your head foggy and ready to explode. 

Body so exhausted and numb from the way he’s been fucking you—holding you down with your legs thrown over his shoulders, nearly bending you in half as he presses your legs against your chest—

And he’s fucking you through your third orgasm, all while you cry around his fingers, clinging onto whatever your hands can find as Tanjiro pushes down on you—groaning at just how pretty you look. 

“Only made for me, love,” Tanjiro breathes heavily, kissing one of your tears, before looking back at you with a small grin. “You take me so well.”

You whine, and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth—your saliva shiny on his fingers—and he uses the same hand to wrap around your neck, putting one of your most vulnerable parts into his hand. 

“And I’m gonna make sure I get you all full with my cum.” 

That’s another thing about him. 

It’s the way he is in bed. 

He can be gentle but—

But there’s just this edge to him that makes your head spin and turn into mush. 

It’s the way he talks with words that sound sweet with the tone he uses, even if they’re filthy—as if each word has been dipped in sin-filled chocolate. 

It’s the way he fucks you with so much love and yet still manages to make you feel boneless and fucked stupid like some slut. 

And that little, spiteful, part of you grins—knowing that no one else gets to experience this side of him except you. 

Not even Kanao. 

He fucks you deep and slow, your fluids gushing out and getting both of you so wet that you can hear the sweet squelch of your pussy getting abused by his cock. 

Your clit is overstimulated from his body rubbing against it with every thrust—that your muscles tense and heat is constantly sparking in your lower belly.

He goes until he starts talking about breeding you—filling your sweet cunt with his cum and keeping it there until your belly is full with his babies and—

“God, love—”

And then you hear him groan, and Tanjiro kisses you as soon as his orgasm pushes through him—and he’s pumping his cum inside your pulsing cunt, filling you to the brim. 

It’s messy. 

You’re both so goddamn messy and out of breath by the time he cools down. 

But you don’t care. 

Even if your pussy is sore and wet and you know you’ll need a shower right after this—

And even if his breathing is heavy—hell, he feels heavy on top of you—

You like it. 

It’s welcoming. 

He kisses you again, this time slow and indulgent, and you feel yourself go numb at his words that get murmured right against you, “I’m all yours, okay?” 

End. 

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[kingkatsuki]

— my protector

Tengen needs your help in trying to locate his wives on a mission, and Sanemi is furious.

Get me a man who’s only soft for us, stat😫😭

Pairing: Shinazugawa Sanemi x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, established relationship, reader is a fellow hashira, jealous Sanemi (for literally no reason), possessiveness, rough sex, slight degradation, fingering, multiple orgasms, breeding, creampie.

Word Count: 4.2k.

All Sanemi could see was red, fiery red as he roamed the halls of the Butterfly Mansion, ignoring the pain in his right arm from the wound Aoi had just patched up moments earlier.

“Shinobu will kill you if she finds you drawing your sword in here!” Aoi called after him, but Sanemi could care less as his eyes sought out the Sound Pillar.

He had just returned from a three-week-long mission to find out that Uzui had enlisted you for help on one of his missions. Practically offering you up as bait to try and find his wives who had gone missing, like that was even your problem. And Sanemi knew you were always so eager and willing to help, it was something he loved and loathed about you at the same time.

The rage continued building inside him as he pulled open another sliding door aggressively, the wood gliding back from the force as he skimmed another empty room before continuing further through the mansion.

“Listen to me, Shinazugawa.” Aoi huffed, followed after him as one of the only people inside the mansion who weren’t scared of the white-haired man, “I told you Shinobu won’t be pleased to find out you’re breaking all her doors.”

“Fuck her,” Sanemi rolled his eyes, “Where’s Uzui?”

“If you would’ve actually stopped for five minutes to let me explain, instead of being such a jerk,” Aoi crossed her arms over her chest with a huff, “He left with her a few hours ago. Said it couldn’t wait much longer, that his wives may be in danger—”

“How the fuck is that her problem?” Sanemi growled, “So he isn't here?”

“No, but I would advise you don't follow him. Your wounds—” Sanemi ignored Aoi, already halfway down the hall as he marched towards the entrance, determined to find you on his own. It was when he stepped into the courtyard that he saw Uzui coming in by the front gate with a wide smile on his face.

“Ah, my crow told me you were back!” Uzui made to step towards him to finish the conversation, but Sanemi’s sword was already drawn as he stepped towards the larger man, “Perfect timing, my friend!”

“You fucking left her there?” Sanemi barked, “Why are you back here?”

“I came to get you at the request of your lady love,” Uzui grinned as Sanemi curled his lip in irritation at the pet name, “She made me promise to tell you as soon as you got back from your mission because she wouldn’t be around. And I thought you'd prefer a personal greeting.”

“Why the fuck are you sending her on your missions anyway,” Sanemi continued, ignoring Uzui's grin, “And leaving her there!”

“It hasn’t even been twelve hours,” Uzui shrugged, standing in place even as Sanemi stepped towards him.

“That’s already twelve hours too damn long, you prick.” Sanemi drew his sword as he made to lunge towards his fellow hashira.

“She’s probably safer there than she’d ever be out in the field,” Uzui dodged a blow with the hilt of his sword, the guard barely protecting his hands as he used his body weight to push the Wind Pillar back.

“Probably?” Sanemi roared, “She’s probably got sick fucks like you all over her right now.”

“Oh,” Uzui’s lips curled into a cocky smirk at the admission, standing upright as he pushed some fallen hair away from his eyes, “So that’s it— you’re jealous.”

“I ain’t jealous, you fuckwad.” Sanemi grunted as he attempted another slash towards Uzui, knowing it was serious when the wind user hadn’t even bothered to use his power.

“Sure seems like it,” Uzui scoffed, taking another step back to avoid his attack, “Nothing is stopping you from visiting her, you know. She’s only a few towns across and I'm here to take you right to her.”

“Oh, you’re taking me to her,” Sanemi spat, “Right fucking now.”

“Someone is asking for me?” You raised a brow suspiciously at the implication. Wondering if this meant the demons had realised that you were in fact a slayer intent on taking their head. Your stomach swirled in trepidation as you tried not to show any fear, smiling at the young girl by the door as you bowed your head.

“Yeah, and frankly I’m glad,” She clung to the belt of her kimono, “He looks scary!”

“I definitely don’t want to spend the night with him,” Another girl grimaced, “I don’t think I’d make it out alive.”

You frowned, worried that you wouldn’t have time to access your katana to holster it beneath your kimono. Instead, all you had was the small dagger strapped against your thigh, which you were certain wouldn’t be enough to protect you from the attack of a demon. But at least it was better than nothing, knowing he wouldn’t attack until you were at least secure back inside this room as you bowed your head. Following her down the stairs to the entrance of the establishment, feeling a cool breeze tickle your ankles from the open door and curtain flowing in the wind.

Your heart stilled when you noticed the familiar man standing by the entrance, glaring at anyone who dared look his way as you felt your chest swell with familiarity. You hadn’t expected to see him here this night, and you certainly hadn’t expected him to be asking after you.

“Is this the girl you were asking after, my Lord?”

“Yes,” He grunted as the Madame motioned him to step forward and follow you back to your room.

You had to stop yourself jumping him in the foyer, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and cling to his broad shoulders.

Feeling the heat practically radiating from his body as you slid open the sliding door to your room, stepping to the side to allow Sanemi to follow before sliding it shut. And in an instant, his rough hands were grabbing hold of the fat at your hips to pull your body against his, your lips meeting in a bruising kiss.

Your hands reached up to thread through his messy hair as the scent of the woods mixed with his natural sweat invaded your senses. He clearly hadn’t bothered to bathe when he returned from his mission, far more concerned with finding you.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He spoke against your lips when you finally pulled away for air, still holding onto you as your nails dragged against his scalp, “I had to come home to find out you’re helping Uzui?”

“Tengen needed my help,” You murmured, and Sanemi’s nose scrunched in irritation at the use of the Sound Pillars' first name.

“Tengen,” He mocked the pitch of your voice, “Has three fucking wives that can help him, I only have one.”

“Technically,” You parroted his tone, giving him a cocky smirk as you felt his fingers press into the skin at your hips, “I’m not even your wife.”

“You’re as good as,” Sanemi scoffed as he stole another kiss, “And Uzui would do well to remember it.”

“His wives are missing,” You mumbled sadly.

“So does that mean he’s looking for a fourth?” Sanemi frowned at you as you couldn’t help but smile and shake your head at his jealousy.

“No,” You lowered your voice to a whisper, “He hasn’t heard from them for a few days, the letters have stopped coming— and he thinks something bad may have happened to them.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sanemi couldn’t lie that it had hurt to find out from someone else that you wouldn’t be there upon his return, whether it was jealousy or the fear of losing you he was unsure. But either way, it left him with that familiar sense of dread that pooled in the pit of his stomach and threatened to boil over.

“I’m sorry, but there wasn’t much time,” You did wish you’d sent your crow to warn him, but Uzui had promised you that he would let Sanemi know. Especially since you were doing this for the sake of his wives, “He needed my help, so I offered.”

“You’re far too nice.” Sanemi shook his head, using his grip on your hips to pull you into another sultry kiss.

“I thought that’s why you loved me.” You teased.

“No,” Sanemi scoffed, “I love you for your perfect ass,” He spanked your cheek for emphasis, “Everything else is either a bonus or a crux on my life.”

“You pig.” You scrunched your nose as Sanemi couldn’t stop himself from stealing another kiss.

“I’m kidding, sweetheart,” Sanemi’s eyes softened as he reached up to cup your face in a calloused palm. His thumb stroking gentle circles against your cheek as you leaned into his touch, “But you really should stop putting yourself in harm's way.”

“I’m a hashira,” You replied simply, “It’s what we do to protect others.”

“Protecting others doesn’t mean becoming a whore.” He spat, although you knew there was no malice there. The harsh tone covered up the fear and dread he felt in your gut at the prospect of something happening to you.

“And yet here you are, at the whorehouse requesting me by name.” You smiled back, relishing in the pink hue that dusted his pale cheeks.

“I just don’t want to lose you,” His tone sobered, resting his forehead against your own as he stared down into your eyes, “What a pitiful existence it would be.”

“You won’t lose me, Sanemi.” You wrapped your arms around his waist to pull his body against you, feeling his semi-hard cock press against your hip. The time without you made even more conspicuous when he's now surrounded by the comforting scent of you again.

“Did anyone touch you?” He immediately pulled back, concern evident in his features as he looked you over.

“No, I’ve been fine,” You shook your head, “They’ve mainly had me sitting down for tea with travellers passing through.”

“Good,” He pressed a kiss against your forehead in relief as he exhaled softly, “You have no idea how much I missed you, sweet girl.”

He peppered kisses along the curve of your jaw as you tilted your head back to give him more room. Your hands smoothed along his collarbones before dipping lower to trace patterns against the marred skin that scarred his chest, pressing your fingers into the ridges as you felt the tacky sweat clinging to his skin.

“I missed you too,” You whimpered gently as his teeth found your pulse point, biting down on the sensitive skin as his tongue lashed against it.

Sanemi bullied his muscular thigh between your parted legs to keep you steady against the wall as he shamelessly fiddled with the belt of your kimono. Letting the fabric fall open as he drank in the sight of your bare skin beneath, his firm hands immediately paw at your bare sides. Noticing the small dagger that you had holstered against one of your thighs as he ran his fingers over the handle of it in satisfaction.

“That’s my girl.” He murmurs, “Not planning to use that on me are you?”

He teased, pushing it back into the holster as he moved his hands back up the curve of your hips towards your chest. Truth be told, he was relieved that you had some form of protection in here. Especially when there was the chance that a demon was responsible for the spate of missing persons in the area.

“It depends if you’re nice to me or not,” You mused.

“I’m always nice.” The words coming from Sanemi’s lips alone were enough to have a melodic laugh rumbling in your chest, as for most, Sanemi and nice were complete contradictions.

“Liar,” Throwing your head back in a pretty laugh that had Sanemi’s heart rattling against his rib cage.

“I mean, I’m always nice to you, aren’t I?” Sanemi’s thumbs stroked the underside of your breasts as he delighted in the way your body responded to him, curving your back towards him as your bare cunt pressed against the flat of his thigh.

“We shouldn’t,” You murmured, “Not here—”

“Let me have this, sweetheart,” He hummed, leaning down to capture one of your pebbled nipples between his lips as he sucked hard, “I am a paying customer, after all.”

In fact, he was going to get that money from Uzui for his pure subordination.

“Why pay for something you can get for free at home?” You teased as he afforded your other breast the same attention, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as you let out another airy moan.

“My girl wasn’t there when I arrived home, and I had heard the girls here were beautiful,” He played along, “Apparently there’s one with the best fuckin’ pussy.”

“Oh yeah?” You gasped as you felt his fingers press against the indents of your thighs, dangerously close to your labia as you bucked against his leg. Giving your clit some slight relief as Sanemi continued forward, his thumb brushing through the wet slick that coated your folds as it drooled out of your neglected hole.

“Yeah,” He repeated, pulling away from your breast with a pop as he found your clit. Pressing sloppy circles against it with the calloused pad of his thumb as he watched you shamelessly grind yourself into his touch, “Apparently she’s already fucked into the shape of another guy though.”

“Must be a lucky guy,” Your eyes rolled back, knocking your head against the wall when you felt two of his thick digits slip inside your tight hole with ease. Scissoring them to loosen you up as he pulled back to watch you inquisitively through half-lidded eyes.

“The fuckin’ luckiest.” Sanemi grinned as he felt your walls throb around his fingers. He deliberately curled them towards the spongy spot inside you that he knew would have you seeing stars as he began to focus each roll of his wrist against it.

His name continued to spill from your lips as he kept his movements poised and focused, his rough thumb kneading circles against your clit as he worked you towards your release. No one knew your body better than he did, and he knew after being pent up for so long how little effort it would take to have you dangling on the edge of your release.

“Fuck, Sanemi.” You moaned, already feeling yourself dangerously close to falling, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Then cum.” He spoke as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, and his blase tone immediately had your cunt clenching around him as you swan dived directly into your bliss. The pleasure surged through your body hard and fast as you came undone, his darkened eyes focused on your movements a he kept his fingers pressed against that same velvety spot. Following the wave of your hips as you rode out your release, unrelenting against the sensitive area as he already had you hurtling towards a second.

It was too much, and not enough at the same time. Your pliant walls throbbed around his slick digits as you wished for something more, something bigger.

“‘Nemi, fuck me please.” You whined pitifully.

“Such a filthy mouth on such a pretty girl,” He teased, but he pulled his fingers away from your sopping heat, lifting them up to the light to spread them as you noticed the silvery webs of your release clinging to them as he pushed them between your lips to taste yourself.

You tried to speak, but the pads of his fingers against your tongue muffled the words as you cleaned them off. His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he pulled them out of your mouth, dragging your glossy bottom lip down in the process as both hands immediately reached for his belt.

“When we get home I am fucking you like you deserve.” Sanemi spoke coolly, “Not some quick fuck in a whorehouse.”

“I deserve everything you give me, 'Nemi.” You smile up at him lazily before watching him tug his pants down, revealing his fat cock to your prying gaze.

You immediately reached for it, and he let you. Hissing when your smaller palm wrapped around the girth of him, giving him a teasing jerk that had his nostrils flaring and his jaw locking. Your thumb swipes over the swollen tip to gather the pearl of pre before smoothing it down his length, delighting in the choked grunt that rumbled at the back of his throat.

“Is that so?” He continued, “So bending you over the moment I get you home will be deserved,” His voice darkened, his own palm joining yours against his length as he tightened your grip on his cock, holding your hand steady as he fucked himself into your fist, “You tease.”

“Fuck,” Your cunt throbbed around nothing at his suggestion, as you instinctively spread your legs further apart, “Please, 'Nemi.”

Sanemi curled a palm beneath your thigh to hoist it up against his hip, spreading you open for him as you guided the leaky tip of his cock between you. Stroking it against your drenched folds as you coated him with your essence, moaning when the swollen tip nudged your puffy clit. Feeling yourself growing more impatient as Sanemi pulled his hips back to tease you, pushing your hand away from his cock as he wrapped himself in a fist. Pressing the head against your tight entrance as he felt your hole tremble against him, trying desperately to coax him in as he indulged himself with your reaction.

“‘Nemi, don’t be an asshole,” You pouted as you tried to can’t your hips forward, feeling the tip breach your entrance before he was quick to move his hips back. More than content with teasing you, despite being in such an open, compromising place.

“If I were an asshole I’d leave you unsatisfied like this to search for the demon myself,” He goaded, pressing his hips forward once more.

“Sanemi,” You whined in irritation, “Don’t tease me, please, it’s been too long.”

He didn’t give you a moment to think before he was bullying his cock inside your tight cunt. Your inner walls stretched to accommodate his girth as he moulded you to the shape of him once more, reminding you of exactly who you belonged to. The sensation stole the air from your lungs as you could do little but cling to his broad shoulders as he afforded you a moment to adjust to his size, dragging himself from your velvety walls before canting his hips forward again. Setting a languid motion as he slowly rolled his hips against you.

“Sanemi,” You sighed in satisfaction as you felt whole once more. Too many lonely nights were spent dreaming of this as you felt him finally bottom out, the coarse hairs at the base tickling your clit as you bit down on your bottom lip.

“We’re in a whorehouse,” He mused, still sluggishly rolling his hips into you, “It only seems right that I treat you like one.”

Your cunt clenched around his cock hard at the notion, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Sanemi who grinned in satisfaction. His fingers tighten their grip around your thigh as he takes this as his answer.

Sanemi is brutal as he fucks into you, not sparing you a moment's peace as he uses you for his own gratification. The sound of skin against skin echos the small room as his balls slap against the curve of your ass with each forward cant of his hips. The ferocity of his thrusts has your breasts bouncing and your thighs crying out for some relief as you struggle to stand upright, thankful that Sanemi’s strong body has you pinned against the wall as he fucks into you.

“Oh my god,” You cry out, nails digging into his skin as he maintains his pace. His other hand squeezes at the fat of your ass as he angles his hips, the curve of his cock drags against the spot inside you that he knows will have you seeing stars as the blunt tip kneads your cervix.

“Look at me.” Sanemi growls, his warm breath fanning your face as he keeps a consistent pace.

Your eyes meet his and you’re certain you’ll cum under the intensity of his gaze alone, your cunt clenches in retaliation as he continues to thrust into your sopping hole. Each sultry moan he pulls from deep in your chest has him rolling his hips with more vigour, eager to have you repeat them as he works you towards your climax.

It’s pitiful really, how easily he has you submitting to him as you already feel the telltale signs of your climax ebbing in your pelvis. The pressure builds up as it nears breaking point as Sanemi pushes into you with more ferocity, using your body for his own means as he works himself to his own release.

“I’m going to leave you pumped full of my seed,” He growls against your cheek, his chest heaving as he feels his balls begin to tighten, “Leave it drooling down your thighs when I’m finished with you. So that everyone knows who you belong to—”

You knew this was a direct attack on Uzui, and the fact that he’d handpicked you for his assistance on this mission. Even though there was nothing in it beyond securing the safety of his wives, it had Sanemi oozing with jealousy and he was intent on reminding the Sound Pillar that you were not his plaything.

“Do you also need a reminder of who you belong to, sweetheart?” Sanemi spoke lowly as he fucked into your pliant walls, slipping a hand between your connected bodies to press sloppy circles to your clit.

“No, ‘Nemi—” That familiar sensation throbbed between your thighs as you teetered on the cusp of your climax.

“No? Then who do you belong to?”

“You, ‘Nemi. You—” You choked out, leaving messy red lines against his chest now as he pressed harder against your clit.

“Louder.”

“You, ‘Nemi! It’s always been you!” You cry out, certain that the rest of the floor could hear you as you began to gush around his cock. Your hips bucked wildly as he pinned you in place, keeping his thumb firm against your clit as he watched you ride out your climax. Indulging in the debauched noises that escaped from between your pretty, bruised lips.

“Good girl,” He snarled before moving his hand from your clit to resume a damn near savage pace. Rutting hips against your own messily, working himself towards his own end as he felt the way your walls continued clenching around him in the aftershocks of your climax, “Such a good girl for me.”

He arched his back so he could look down at where your bodies were connected, watching the way his thick cock disappeared inside your velvety walls. And the creamy ring of slick that you’d left around the base of him, the silvery lines matting into his pubes as he felt his balls begin to seize. Certain he wouldn’t be able to last much longer before giving a few more sloppy thrusts and emptying his balls into your warm, wet cunt.

Sanemi stayed buried inside you, feeling the last spurts of his orgasm surge through him as he coated your walls in thick, white spunk. Cherishing the final few flutters of your walls around him as you both came down from your highs, peppering kisses against your face as you placed a palm against his chest to feel his racing heart, the dull thump of it soothing you as you felt your thick lashes begin to flutter.

“Don’t fall asleep, sweetheart.” Sanemi rasped, starting to pull himself out of your spent cunt as you whined in objection. Trying to tighten your thigh around him to keep his hips in position as he grinned down at you; pressing an apologetic kiss to the side of your lips before looking down to see the mess of your combined release stringing against his length as the silvery lines split apart, “I’m sorry, I’ve gotta.”

You knew he had to go, Uzui was probably still waiting for him on a rooftop somewhere. Hopeful that you’d have some news to share with Sanemi about the whereabouts of his wives, but you felt the regret begin to pool in the pit of your stomach as reality settled back in.

“If you want to leave with me, I’ll take you right now,” He said as though it was the most simple thing in the world, “But if you want to stay in I’ll be watching.”

You didn’t have to tell him your answer, he already knew. Placing a final, lingering kiss on your lips as he held you in his arms, “Nothing will ever happen to you as long as I’m around.”

#sanemi x reader #sanemi smut #sanemi x you #Sanemi Shinazugawa x reader #Sanemi Shinazugawa smut #Shinazugawa Sanemi x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x you #demon slayer smut #kny x you #kny x reader #kny smut

[mamayan]

15, 72, 77, 95 with Tengen and fem reader

❤️🫦❤️

Bang! … You’ve been shot!

Tengen Uzui

tw: NSFW • AI/Otome Troupe • Dubcon • Somnophilia • Oral (F!) • Fem! Reader • Overstimulation • Mild Edging • Slight Manipulation

wc: 2061

Your game is glitching.

Your eyes travel across the screen again, then back over to your phone where you check to see that the dialogue is clearly different.

Did you happen to get an Easter Egg version? There was no news of such a release though, and you’d done your research in depth before you’d even received this game.

You sat back on the couch, worrying your bottom lip as you contemplated your next action. You could sell it for a lot. These sort of quirks amongst the gaming community had high value, and this would surely fetch a good deal on auction. You should play it too though, enjoy the characters and the game thoroughly before you make your money back and then some.

The game gives you eight characters to play through, and in classic dating simulation style, they all have unique traits and characteristics. Your first character of choice was going to be a dark haired blue eyed male, his pretty image tempting, but the comedic dialogue of another prompted you to pick a different route.

Tengen Uzui, the muscular male who seemed to point directly through the screen at you with a grin saying “You’d make a flashy sight next to me!”

His route was deeper than you thought, and the game allowed for something entirely unexpected.

You could type out a response.

You were sure the algorithm was based on certain key words, it had to be.

So why did it send chills down your spine when Tengen offered you very specific comfort when you’d jokingly put “Not very good, my boss was very mean to me at work today,” when he’d asked how you were? His response was enough to make you pause and save, needing time to think over exactly what was going on.

“Your company works you too hard, if you were mine, I’d never allow for that non-flashy behavior to happen to you.”

It got stranger and more real as the days passed and you got deeper into the game. Eventually you’d tried to quit his route, but whenever you attempted to play another character, the game would glitch and send you back to the starting screen.

“This is weird…” you felt conflicted, some deeper instinct urging you to sell the game already and just buy a version which didn’t act so… alive.

“I’ll sell it,” you settled, about to remove the game cartridge when it turns on.

Tengen’s character is pointing at the screen, smile the same as the artists designed, but the text is menacing.

“Trying to run from me?”

You unplugged the entire system with the determination to stop whatever deranged prank the game coders were trying to pull with this, but once you cut power to the console, you realize in a daze the game is still on.

“What the…” his character is closer to the screen, more zoomed in on his charming smile and wink, fushia eyes staring straight through you.

Then text appears at the bottom, different than a text box as the banner pops up with a dooming music track.

“How in the hell—,” you don’t get to finish before the world around you goes dark.

—BAD END—

When you wake next, it’s to a strange pressure in your core.

Your head is spinning, bleary eyes staring up at a wooden ceiling as you try to recall when you’d stayed at someone else’s home.

Something noisy was distracting you as a numbness flowed through your body, tingles shooting up your spine. You were warm, almost too much as you awkwardly shifted and found something holding you down from below. It was like a bar around your thighs, as you lifted your foggy head to figure out the mystery.

The scream lodged in your throat, too unnerved and stunned to properly force anything besides a choked sob out.

A very large man was between your thighs, silvery hair loose and falling into sharp fuschia eyes looking directly at you—and a long trail of saliva connecting his tongue to your bare and spread pussy.

His lazy smirk is all too familiar but it was horrifying because it was flesh and blood, real.

Tengen Uzui was living and breathing.

“Awake, little gem?” His rhetorical question leaves you stammering for words, fumbling for an explanation you apparently wouldn’t be getting as he dives back into your messy cunt.

“Hah—!” Now awake to consciously process the pleasure, you realize he was the cause of the earlier numbness and sloppy noises.

Tengen chuckles into your heat, happy to leave you delirious and confused as he swirls his tongue around your puffy clit before sucking harshly, loving the sharp arch of your spine as you jerk in his hold. “Something wrong, gem? You still seem eager to get away, it’s kind of a pain…” He ignores your pathetic attempt to push his head away, easily overpowering you and forcing his tongue straight inside of you, wiggling the thick muscle around your gummy walls. He drinks down your slick while hearing you whine above, thighs shaking in threat of another release. He’d already made you cum once while you’d still been asleep, though he thinks you were much cuter when you were struggling less.

“Pl-please—!” Your whines were morphing into moans and whimpers, hands which were pushing him away were curling into his hair and tugging. His grin is saturated in your arousal as he eats you, tongue massaging and tearing you apart as your muscles lock and you cum.

You felt suffocated, overwhelmed as your body betrayed your mind, everything going blank as your body came apart for him and his aggressive touch.

He drinks you down, cleaning your slick up and nipping softly at your inner thighs as they shake around his head.

You looked adorable, trembling and gasping for air as he allowed you to gently float down from your high. The wide expanse of his palm splays over your lower belly, lightly resting the weight against you as he shifts and lays his upper body over you. You’re blanketed by his body, eyes looking up in a daze as you wonder if this is a dream. It has to be, this isn’t possible is it?

“Tengen…” his name sounds like heaven coming from your lips, his smile growing as he presses his lips against your mouth, slipping into your mouth and giving you a taste of your own release.

When he pulls away, you find how beautiful this man is in person, even without his jewelry and decorations he looks radiant in the dim light.

“Like what you see?” His eyes are sparkling, teasing as he brings his hand up your nude torso, dragging his calloused digits over your soft chest and up to your neck and jaw. “You’re so soft, quite the irony for how hard you tried to get rid of me.” His tone shifts, darkening as his hand increases the pressure on your cheeks and jaw, forcing your mouth open. Your widened and frightened gaze irritates him, his lips turning down as he leans closer, nipping your lower lip as he holds you down.

“You can’t run from me here.” He chuckles humorlessly, trailing his lips down as he releases your face, circling your neck instead as he slips a hand under your ass to lift and slot his hips between your thighs now. You realize now his yukata is open, and he’s nude beneath, his hardened cock resting heavy on your slit.

“Y-you aren’t real—,” it’s like you’re trying to convince yourself it truly is a terrible hallucination, “you’re a character not a p-person, this isn’t real,” his lips smash against yours, rough kiss distracting as he lines himself up with your slick entrance, soft tip threatening as his hips press forward.

You break the kiss in a gasp, eyes opened wide as your nails dig into his shoulders, pressing against him while he laughs for real now.

“Not real? Tell me if this feels real, gem, I’ve got all night to convince you in the flashiest way possible.” His eyes are blazing with passion, wicked gaze searing as he splits you open on his cock.

He didn’t stretch you beforehand, not at all as you grit your teeth and feel each inch fill you slowly. Tengen relishes the way your eyes water, pretty features twisting as he takes you for the first, but not the last, time.

“That’s it, gem. Does my cock feel real?” His hand drifts back down to your belly, pressing down as he bottoms out inside of you. You’re left breathless, gasping as the pressure increases when he applies outside force, your whimper swallowed as his lips cover your own again. The room begins to heat with you, perspiration dotting your brow as he rocks even deeper, pressing his tip up against your womb.

“Did you know? In most cultures, just the act of sex counts as a marital ritual, I can call you my wife like this.” His cocky smirk would be irritating if he wasn’t filling you up until you couldn’t think, head going fuzzy as he slowly adjusts you to his massive length.

His hand shifts even lower, confusion waring with the echoes of pleasure as he lightly brushes the little bead above your slit, your breath catching as your hands fly to his wrist. Tengen is faster, making a tut noise before using his free hand to gather up both your own and pin them above your head, his thrust becoming more forceful as he increases the pace.

“Tell me, gem, tell me how deep I am. You said you wanted to be my little wife didn’t you? I remember quite clearly.” The wet squelching of your cunt as he drives himself into you is nothing short of lewd, your moans hiccup as you struggle against the restraint of his grip.

“I-I didn’t—,” you try to deny it, but a vague recall reminds you did once say so… to the game. It’s ludicrous, all of this, but it’s difficult to formulate a coherent argument with him fucking you like he truly does want to be your husband.

Like he’s going to make you cum again. Tengen’s smile becomes more genuine as you writhe and moan beneath him, hips shaking more as he thrums your clit and times it with each thrust into you, wiring you higher and higher until you’re just on the cusp.

He leans over you, mouth just against your ear, “Say it, gem, who are you?” You don’t understand, mouth open with drool trailing down your pretty cheek as you tremble. “Come on, you know who you are, what are you?” He’s teasing you, slowing down as the seconds tick and panic washes because you’re so close, just right there—

“Please, Tengen,” he hushes you, grin growing wickedly out of your line of sight. “That’s not what I want to hear…” it’s so deep and guttural in your ear, his voice ringing until you're smothered in euphoria.

“Come on, I’ll ask one more time, who are you?” He’s hardly rocking anymore, your body shaking as you babble and beg, trying to decipher his riddle, tears pooling at your lash line as desperation grips you.

You blink the tears away, a few sliding down your face as you give in, lips pursed and pouty.

“Your—I’m your wife…” he groans, his weight becoming heavier on top of you as he picks up his speed again, beginning to pound into you senselessly as pleasure rushes back almost too quickly. All too soon you’re coming, crying his name as you clamp down around his cock and he follows, teeth sinking into the flesh of your shoulder as you shudder.

“Fuck, that’s it gem, soak my cock, my sweet wife.” You gasp, trying to twist away as he continues to rock into you, cock still hard as your sensitive walls protest more stimulation.

“T-Tengen…” you glance down, before looking up as he shifts to hover over you, face less cocky and more soft than before. He looks almost sweet as he smiles down at you.

“We aren’t done, you still have a few more for me, don’t you?” He ignores how you shake your head, denial spilling past your lips before he’s silencing you with another kiss.

“Be good, my gem, I’m not letting you run away.”

Post dividers/@cafekitsune

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[sanemisstalker]

NSFW /// KNY characters who I think cum particularly hard/ a lot. This could have a part two, I'm eepy, srry.

CW/ Non specific gendered/genitalia reader / Cum... like an insane amount of cum / BDSM Dynamic (ENMU)/ Light Gore (ENMU)/ tbh, Enmu. / Cum-swapping (AKAZA)

Sanemi Shinazugawa

-Cums hards AND a lot.

-Sanemi isn't quite sure why is body is the way it is, maybe it's his breath control mixed with the insane amount of testosterone and panic pumping through his veins on the daily, but Sanemi doesn't struggle to get it up.

-he struggles to stay flaccid. He's far more likely to be hard at any given moment. Not that he's excited, his dick is just permanently stuck at half mast. It takes an insane, highly emotional amount to get him entirely flaccid.

-I think Sanemi's orgasm absolutely shreds him everytime, unanimously. Does that stop him from getting it up in another ten minutes? Absolutely not. I just truly think he's a medical anomaly.

-He cums prematurely, but what does it matter? It literally didn't go down, he's still fucking going, now he's just like, in tears about it.

-I think Sanemi's eyes get really wide and he gets lock jaw, and he seethes and he tries to hold back any noise, but it just shreds the poor guys throat, and now he's sore, and it hurts him to moan, but he just can't help it, you feel so fucking good- and all for him? It's all for him?

-Shakes. Sobs. Sounds incredibly desperate, don't let the facade fool you. If he loves you, he's a crier.

-Also physically cums a lot. Not just by how many orgasms, but by how much each time is. I think he's got an obnoxiously low set of balls. He's made to breed, the poor bastard. If he can't let go in you, both of you are covered in it by the end of the night.

-Sanemi has yet to tap out before you.

Kyōjurō Rengoku

-Cums a lot.

-Rengoku has good stamina, but once he cums, he's done for, no more. He can keep going if he really wants to, or if you look like you really need him, but chances are the first round wad more than enough.

-vocal, but in a fatherly way. Sex with Rengoku is probably very... comfortable.

-Until he cums and now you're sticky from your chest to your upper thigh. The range of his shot is insane. He cums buckets, and he barely blinks. His breathing gets a little ragged, and his chest a little shakey, but that's it.

-He needs to go night night after, though. Feeling any amount of joy that doesn't come from stuffing his face does a number on him emotionally and physically. He needs a cuddle and a conversation about... idk, taxes after.

-Won't beg to cum in you, but really, really wants to.

-He always pulls out like a gentleman (if you can be much of a gentleman when you're balls deep), but you can always tell that he wants to see your face so bad when he pumps you full.

-Will not ask. That'd be rude.

-Talks you through your orgasm, but that's another post for another day.

Enmu

-Fuck, I just know he's a screamer. He cums so hard.

-This guy's a fucking mess, but it takes work.

-Enmu is such a good submissive that you're always shocked when he decides to mouth off to you, or when he forgets a command. Not too shocked, though. It's very clearly intentional. It always is.

-He gives himself a bit in between each 'screw up' to make sure he's edged himself mentally properly (very hard, he's almost always some kind of aroused, and he's prone to cumming untouched, so that build up is a little diificult.)

-While he doesn't struggle to ask for things, and his dignity is subzero, Enmu still appreciates a stray chase here and there. After all, it's the only thing mentally stimulating enough for him to cum.

-In any normal dynamic with Enmu, he isn't often left using his dick. So when you've got a spear through his wrists, locking them behind his back, one hand pulling his hair, the other jerking his cock with thoughtless speed-

-Enmu can never cum harder than when he's recieving borderline abuse. His dick looks irritated, going untouched for months previous, and now it's receiving all this attention. Can you blame him for being this loud?

-His legs shake, his whole body recoils. He drools and screams- laughs and wails. He cries with the brightest smile you've ever seen. His hips buck up. You're not being gentle, and he's so, so happy. The orgasm is ripping through every nerve in his body.

-He feels like he's in the sun again.

-He's hoping Muzan can see him look so pathetic. You're just hoping the demon lord stays out of your man's head.

Akaza

-cums like a horse.

-a lover, truly. That's the only word encompassing enough to describe Akaza's efforts sexually. He's a fantastic lover.

-... who can go for hours... days even and never get tired. Every orgasm blows off his shoulders- It's all about you. It always has been, it always will be.

-You've made him cum hard before, it's a rarity, but it's possible... Its just nothing feels as good to him as watching you cum, so he'll do whatever must be done-

-and if that means pumping you full again and again, until you're leaking from every accessible orifice, so be it.

-He'll lick your hole clean, reveling in the way you twitch after your.... you lost count after the fifth one. That won't stop him from tongue fucking you.

-His cum tastes... shockingly good. You like to give him head, and then come up to give him a kiss. He'll pull your tongue down, wanting to see it in your mouth just before you swallow. You always look so proud of yourself. He can't help but reward you with a kiss before you even get it down.

-there's way to much for one swallow. You can barely manage to keep all of it in your mouth while showing him. Your effort is precious, though.

-Akaza looks really good with cum on his lips. It's one of the only times you see him really flustered.

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[k0yaz]

Hi I have a nsfw request but it’s kind of a weird kink, if you don’t feel comfortable doing it I completely understand<3 feel free to ignore if it’s not your cup of tea

I’d love to see anything with giyuu x fem reader rimjob? Can be headcanons or small Drabble; anything you want

thank you have a good day<3

tomioka giyuu rimjob hcs

Pairing(s): giyuu tomioka x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, rimjob, rimming, handjob, hair pulling, fingering, switch!giyuu, switch, but more on the submissive side reader, afab reader,

A/N: bestie you’re getting a hc and a seperate short scenario cause ily for being specific with your requests <33

Despite being very quiet in general, when you’re giving him a rimjob he is loud.

Giyuu tries to hide his whimpers by biting his bottom lip or slamming a hand over his mouth, looking down at you as your tongue works around his puckered hole

He acts like he’s not affected by it, or that he doesn’t enjoy it at all

But the second you pull away, he runs his fingers through your hair and pushes you back down, practically begging you to keep going

Give extra attention to the base of his cock when you’re stroking it

For some reason, it’s 10x more sensitive when you’re rimming him

Despite being so submissive, Giyuu tries to maintain some sense of control over you

He trails his arms down your back to grip your ass firmly, and slips two fingers inside your soaked cunt

Pulls your hair while you’re eating his ass too, the vibrations of feeling your moans against his hole while massaging his shaft is enough to make him cum.

After he cums, he has these VERY erratic breaths, like even more irregular than if you two were normally fucking. Then again, rimjobs do make him quite sensitive.

After he catches his breath after a moment, he will notice if you’re still wet, and invite you onto his lap so you can reach your orgasm as well

“F-fuck…ah..d-don’t..”

Giyuu drags his bottom lip between his teeth in order to refrain himself from completing that sentence, his head thrown back and sweat dripping from his forehead as your tongue explores his hole.

He looked down at you with heavy lidded eyes, watching intently as you slipped your tongue into him, your fingers making their way up his thigh to grip onto his girthy cock. You wrapped your hand around his length, stroking it as you continued prodding your tongue at his puckered hole.

Giyuu let out a whimper, followed by a choked out moan as you slid your tongue up from his hole, to his balls, covering them in licks before moving your tongue back inside him.

“Damn it, I can’t hold back anymore- ah-!” Giyuu groaned out, his fingers tangling into your hair, while his free hand glided down your back, slipping his fingers into your dripping folds, and precisely sliding them in and out of your soaked entrance.

Erotic moans escaped your lips as he began tugging at your locks, his fingers continuing their relentless pace inside your core. Your sweet noises vibrating against him while you practically devoured him was too much, finally coming undone when you gripped the base of his cock.

Giyuu let out a loud groan as his hot, white liquid spilled out of his tip, practically shooting out of him and coating his lower body. You licked your lips and looked up at him, his body clearly still sensitive as he gasped and panted for air .

“A-ah..wait a moment..” he breathed out, finally exhaling deeply once he caught his breath. He glanced down at you, noticing your thighs rubbing together, most likely from the stimulation Giyuu had given you not too long ago.

Giyuu sat up straight, motioning towards his lap and smiling at you as you descended down onto his defined thigh, grinding yourself needily against him. He pressed his lips onto your cheek softly, helping you grind against him and smiling as he positioned you closer to his cock.

“You didn’t think I would stop you from cumming did you~?”

A/N: and I hope you have a good day too, anon <3

had fun writing this yay

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