𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

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KNY Smut

Giyuu Tomioka x Wife! Reader

Giyuu was always a quiet and awkward man, it was a miracle that a woman actually decided to marry him. You were chosen by his Master to wed him and despite his immediate concerns he certainly didn’t care now. He was new to everything that had to do with the female body but you were the polar opposite of him and more then willing to teach him what was necessary in order to please you.

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Can you do a Kyojuro Rengoku smut story where Kyojuro and the reader eloped?

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧

ᴋʏᴏᴊᴜʀᴏ ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ?: ʏᴇs

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 𝟼.𝟸ᴋ

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): sᴍᴜᴛ, ғʟᴜғғ, ᴇʟᴏᴘᴇ/ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ

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A.N.: Hi, thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy it! This is my first attempt at writing for Kyojuro so I hope I did good! This is pretty long, and one of my requests that took long. I think I have at least 2-3 more like this. But hopefully, I can finish them all before school begins.

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"Stupid boy! How can you associate yourself with such a disappointment of a girl?! Courting the daughter of a crap cook?!" Shinjuro grits, taking a swig of sake and glowering at his son. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing! The liquid burned his esophagus as it ran down his throat, yet with the fury pumping through him, the alcohol did nothing but fuel his emotions. A groan leaves him and he throws the clay container at the slayer, missing Kyojuro's head by a few centimeters as it smashes into hundreds of pieces upon hitting the wall. "Ugh— what a worthless son you are! I can't even count on you to bring honor to this family…!"

Shinjuro knew your family very well and he despised them, especially your father, where even the mere mention of the man's name ignited a strong scorn within the former pillar. Even if he could care less about what his son did, he'll be damned if he allowed his eldest to bring the Rengoku name shame!

"What…?" Disappointment? Kyojuro thought bitterly, frowning. My [Name] is far from that….  

Yet, Kyojuro kept his mouth shut, trying to keep the bubbling anger at bay upon hearing the jibes from the former pillar. If anything, his mother taught him to never disrespect his father and a part of him still wished for his approval. However when Shinjuro continued his slander parade, grumbling about your 'disgraceful' family, dragging your name through the mud, and calling you 'an easy wretch who'd open her legs for anyone', Kyojuro felt his temper snap. It’s one thing to humiliate Kyojuro, but to snub his beloved for no good reason? Kyujuro would not stand for it.

Staring at his father, lips pressing into a tight-lipped smile and a darkened gaze, the man remained seated, seething in his spot whilst he clenched his fists. "Father, as much as I respect you, I cannot tolerate you insulting the woman I love–" Kyojuro could not finish his sentence.

The man cut Kyojuro off with a scoff, pushing himself off the floor, quickly moving onto his feet, and stumbling towards his eldest. Almost as if a firecracker had been lit beneath him, he shook with pure irate, thick brows knitting together, blinded with rage as he raised his hand. "Hah! 'Love'?! You of all people wouldn't know what it is with that thick fucking skull of yours!" Shinjuro grabbed Kyojuro's fiery hair and twisted his golden tresses between his fingers, hauling his son off the ground and flinging him to the floor. He didn't give his son time to react, his foot digging into the man's stomach as he shouts with pure disdain, "You're only nineteen! What the hell do you know about love?!"

"Father, I–" 

Shinjuro cuts his son off, practically spitting every word out in a venomous tone,"Shut up! Leave her! Let that damn girl live her life without you!" Shinjuro spits, the heel of his foot ramming into his son’s ribs,  "Ergh— for once, amount to something and find someone who isn't as worthless and talentless as you! Maybe then I'll finally be proud of a son like you!"

It's been a couple hours since the encounter where Kyojuro finally decided to announce to his father of his courtship to you, believing it would somehow make the older man just a bit proud of him. Perhaps even get his blessing as well! Afterall, the life of a demon slayer is unpredictable and who knows when it will ever be safe for Kyojuro to settle down, if ever. For once, he wants to live a life with you by his side, where he can finally be happy knowing he has a woman like you as his wife.

Yet even as his hopes were crushed, Kyojuro could not get his mind off it all, replaying his father's words over and over again as he made his way back to your home, kicking the dirt as he walked in the night. Shaky breaths left him, still getting heated just thinking about how his father insulted you. How dare he?!

You were one of the most kind and beautiful people he’s ever crossed paths with, truly the most remarkable woman in his eyes. One he does not ever regret meeting . With a sharp wit and strong resolve, you were by far the only other person to keep up with his chittering and bright character, as well as his odd but large appetite. It only spurred his interest in you more. Though the two of you have only known each other for a few months, he knew you were the one he wanted to marry one day. With a heart of gold and talent of ambrosia to cook the most delicious meals, he'd be a fool to let you go so easily.

Even if his father threatened to break you two apart —

"In the morning, I'm going to that damn cook's house and telling the bastard you're courting his daughter. Then we'll see how strong your 'love' is when she's engaged to someone else…"

— Kyojuro would make sure you will stay together. Thus, his own current predicament walking in the fields to the town you reside in. Hearing his father’s threat to break you two apart did dishearten him for a bit, but just the mere thought of surrendering you to another man so easily ignited a strange primal instinct within the man, one that made his chest feel heavy and his stomach twist. If there is any other man out there who dared take you from him, Kyojuro would not give up without a fight. You were his and his alone.

The slayer sucked in a sharp breath and sighed, defeated in getting his father's acknowledgement in your relationship. Then again, your relationship had not been officialized and had been a secret courtship, one that not even his closest friends knew. Yes, Kyojuro did want to announce his interest in you, yet he held himself back.

Part of him feared a demon finding you as a way to get revenge, while the other part of him didn't want to cause trouble for your family. Of course Kyojuro was familiar with the bickering going in-between the Rengoku and [Last Name] families, but he never paid much mind to it. It never caught his attention.

It wasn’t until the pillar stopped by your village to replenish and satiate his hunger, running across the small family restaurant. The name was familiar and he recognized it, though, the reason kept slipping his mind. At the time, only you and your mother were working, and after your mother’s refusal to attend to the man, you took it upon yourself to be a diligent server for the fiery man. To say he was stumped seeing you would be an understatement. 

A warm smile and mellow [E/C] eyes that had his heart thumping wildly in his ribcage, a voice as smooth and sweet as melting honey, a kind yet humorous character that had both of you chittering, stuck in a cycle of endless banter had it not been for your father kicking him out. In short, you left an impression on the man, especially after you gave him an extra order of beef nabe and sweet potatoes, asking him to please visit your family’s restaurant again soon. 

What can I say? The way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. And he could not understand his father’s hatred for your family.

And he did visit, numerous times in fact over the course of the year. Kyojuro found himself going to your village to eat after every mission, even taking his brother Senjuro with him a few times to further extend his visit as long as possible. It became obvious to the small boy as he noticed his older brother’s flushed cheeks and change of behavior whenever you came by their table, leaning in towards you and bashfully smiling, not to mention the rain of compliments after every bite. Senjuro felt out of place and could only stare with an awkward smile.

These little visits allowed Kyjuro to get to know you better, from your favorite flowers, to a wish to own a certain article of clothing, or your dream to visit all of Japan one day — maybe even the world. And he hung onto every word as if it were sacred scripture.

To everyone around, it was clear that the man was absolutely infatuated with you. If only you could see it, he thought. 

It wasn’t until your father threatened him to leave you alone was Kyojuro pushed to finally ask for your hand — which you gladly accepted with a smile of glee. With gifts and flowers, the man soon charmed his way to your heart and soon, you just couldn't wait to see him again.

Each night he returned from a mission, you prepared him a bento box and both of you shared it under the moonlight, sitting on the porch of your home or the nearby fields. He would tell you of his battles, chat about his friends, boast about his little brother and so on - it just proved how much of a humble, yet selfless man Kyojuro was and you found yourself falling deeper.

The two of you grew close, closer than he ever anticipated.

Kyojuro would never forget the night he plucked you for the first time, shedding his cloak for you as he laid with you in the fields, declaring his love for you as he sunk deep into your fluttering heat. Your beautiful smile when you said you trusted him, holding his face with your hands and telling him you loved him — the joy he felt that day couldn’t be described by words. The memory made his own body turn mellow, corners of his mouth twitching.

From the praises spilling from his mouth as your hands carved crimson lines to his back, slow heated kisses pressed to your bare neck and soft breasts as he moved with gentle caution, to sharing a deep kiss whilst he spilled inside your womb. Oh, he could never forget your strangled cry as you weakly called out for him, pulling him flush against your body as you came, whimpering and gasping. 

You were his and his alone, the same way he was yours and only yours.

The intimate time he spent with you, he would forever cherish it — even the many nights that followed where you spent in his arms, hands interlocked, and losing yourselves in the rapture of your love. Suitor or Husband, Kyojuro would not dare to treat you as anything less than perfect.

Your courtship would be something he could never regret nor ever stop.

However, Kyjuro paused, stopping in his tracks.  Speaking of, your courtship has been going well and considering the circumstances, it would be time to propose sooner rather than later. Yet, he would not be able to have his own family attend his wedding, the same way you would not be able to have your own parents present. The exchange of rice wine had to be in front of both your parents to be official, but his own father disapproved of you, and your mother and father hated all Rengoku men. 

Tradition had it that a wedding ceremony had to be at a Shinto shrine, maybe a local one if neither one of you could find one, but overseen by a priest — it was all Kyojuro wanted for you. Yet…

Not a lot of priests would oversee a wedding on such short notice, and some did not have a liking to demon slayer. So another dead end there. Racking his brain, Kyojuro still contemplated what you two could do.

Mm, perhaps if he asked Ubuyashiki to officiate your wedding ceremony at a nearby shrine in place of an ordained minister and plead to his fellow pillars to be witnesses to the exchange of rice wine, then you would really have the wedding he promised you one day.

The only choice now was to elope to ensure this would come true before the morning fell and risk losing you. 

Now, all he needed was his bride.

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The chirping of crickets and the breeze of the wind running through the tall grass drifted through the air, the eerie silence of mother nature never breaking even as the soft tapping against your room’s shoji frame rang in the night. Stirring awake, your eyes slowly flutter open, taking a sharp breath at the abrupt disruption to your slumber. The noise came again, the pattering against the paper door pulling you out of your dozy state. 

Odd, who could be out this late? 

Who —

Your eyes shoot wide open once the realization hits you. Kyojuro returned! Sitting up and throwing your blankets off, you crawl quickly to the other side of the room, the dark silhouette of the man lined out clearly against the translucent cover, his hair swaying in the wind. You take a moment to smooth out any stray hairs and take a deep breath.

Shakily, you crack open the divider. Peeking out the door, your face lights up upon seeing the fiery man waiting with a bright smile, his hand mid-air. A twinkle crosses your features as he visibly perks up, golden hues dilating seeing his beloved. How cute.

You did not think as to why he came here nor ponder too long on how late he came to your house, as your heart pounced out of your chest at the mere sight of your suitor and you were more than ecstatic to see him again after so long. "Ah! Kyojuro….!" You squeal as quietly as possible, sliding the door fully open, and flinging yourself to him, arms draping around his neck as he nearly falls backwards with a grunt. For a moment, the thought of your parents slipped your conscience.

Kyojuro leans over slightly so as to let your knees rest on the surface of the porch, avoiding having his beloved strain her body for a simple hug.  “Mm, hello to you as well, my love….,” he titters softly, his smile shifting into a wide grin, regaining his composure and wrapping an arm around your waist, pressing his palm to your upper back. His eyes fall shut whilst burying his nose into your hair and inhaling your honey-sweet aroma. The man’s heart thumped widely in his ribcage and you could feel every beat as it etched a tattoo against your bust. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, basking in one another’s presence as you remained in his warm embrace. The pillar could never get tired of the excitement you greet him with every time you see him, even if it’s only been a couple days since he’s seen you — which is rare— but it might as well have been years. If it were up to either one of you, you wouldn’t leave each other's side for a second.

Pulling away slightly,  your eyes meet his lively gaze, soft fingers trailing to his jaw, and cupping his face, running the pads of your thumb over his cheek bones. He leans into your touch, brows raising in content as he melts into your tender hand. It always made your heart swell when he preened at your attention. Sighing sharply, he places his own palm over yours and engulfs it, giving it a soft squeeze whilst still having a hand planted to the small of your back. This is one of the few things he looks forward to when reuniting with his beloved, craving it nearly everyday.

You hum, nuzzling your nose against his own, pulling a small chuckle from him. He bites the inside of his cheek, blood rushing to his face at the small action. "Kyojuro, I missed you…," you mutter with a slight purr, [E/C] hues boring longingly into his own before fluttering close, shrinking the distance between you two and locking your lips together The man holds your body close, slowly tilting his head and deepening the kiss. A small whimper drummed in your throat, parting your mouth wider and allowing Kyojuro to dip his tongue into the wet cavern, wet clicks drifting into the air. Hearing the cute noises you made had him wishing to hear more, almost enough to make him forget why he arrived here in the first place.

With much reluctance, he pulled away, panting as he murmured with a hoarse tone,  "Ah, we… I must discuss something with you. It’s… it’s important….”

Thrumming, you nod, looking at him expectantly. His throat bobbed as he swallowed dryly, opening his mouth yet nothing came out. You always made him tongue-tied on its own, but tonight, it was different. He could hardly find the words to bring up the urgent topic, knowing he would go on a tangent and avoid the statement altogether out of nerves. Before he knew it, the words slipped out without a second thought —

"Marry me, [Name]."

"Huh?!" You pushed yourself off of Kyojuro and stared at him in shock, clasping a hand over your mouth. You hoped your sudden outburst hadn't awoken your parents but part of you could not believe what he had asked you. The man did not seem deterred and gently took your hand from your face and joined it with his awaiting grasp, squeezing them tightly.

Rich and lucid hues gazed at you, his features etched with a determined expression, voice low and earnest as he pleaded to you, "Please marry me today and make me the happiest man alive knowing I have a woman as great as you as my wife. " Even hearing it again seemed surreal, but your brain went haywire at the declaration.

"Kyojuro, I… I," you mutter, fumbling over your words as heat rushes to your face, eyes shifting back and forth between his bright golden n' ruby eyes and your intertwined hands. The moonlight poured over you two and for a moment, he seemed to glow, noticing the blush coating his cheeks.

"Let me take care of you, my sunshine…," he begs once more, using the nickname that always had your heart pittering. "You bring my heart much joy and I cannot imagine anyone else to spend the rest of my life with."

Letting his words sink in, you began to wonder about his words. You’ve always dreamt of getting married since you were a small girl, tying the knot with the man of your dreams, and having a large family. He knew that, yes. Yet, as where you were now, the perfect man sat across from you, pouring his heart and soul to you, pleading you to be his wife. Of course you wanted to say accept his offer! But your family — life cruelly had a twisted fate in blessing you with parents that do not want you to waste a single breath on a man who was willing to give you a piece of heaven itself.

Though, for so long, you always did what was expected of you, never what you wanted. And for once, you wanted to control the direction of your life. Your voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard you and smiled.

You don’t know when the two of you began to kiss, feverishly meshing your lips together in a heated sync as you retreated back into your room, stumbling over your feet as you shared each shaky breath, bodies flush against each other. Stray hands gripped his shoulders, both of you fumbling to strip yourselves of the restricting clothing. Though neither one of you dared pull back, even as the air became scarce, wanting nothing more than to be close.

Slipping his cloak from off his shoulders and tossing it to the side of the room, the man watched as you hastily unbuttoned his uniform, nimble fingers hooking around the waistband of his slacks before unbuckling his belt, pressing a heated kiss to your lips in between. Never has he seen you so desperate, so needy, pawing at his broad chest, running your hands over his muscles and shedding him of his shirt before knotting themselves in his hair. Yet, the way you pulled him close with a harsh tug made his heart swell, knowing you wanted him as much as he wanted you, feverishly connecting your mouth to his.  A string of spit connected your mouths as you parted, your hands still entangled in his locks, breathless and gasping with hazy minds and glazed-over eyes.

Even as he wished for both more than to bury himself inside you, Kyojuro did not wish to hurt you in the midst of trying to remove your clothing in a haste. Tears of pain was the last thing he wanted. Carefully, he peeled away the yogi enveloping your body, shedding away the fabric and revealing the soft skin of your small frame, swallowing dryly. Coarse fingers brush across your exposed skin, pushing the fabric down your arms until it falls to the floor with a soft thump. He followed suit, nudging you backwards until your back met the surface of your futon, his taut frame towering over your feeble form.

As you lay across the cotton sheets, Kyojuro’s eyes roamed your naked form with adoration, drinking in the bare skin of his wife with a newfound elation as you looked like a sinful dream come true. The soft glistening lips of your pussy under the glow of the moonlight looked so inviting, practically dripping in your arousal already, and he could hardly contain himself. The swell of your hips to the plumpness of your thighs garnered his attention, eyes taking in every curve and dip, ingraining each detail into his mind. Seeing his darkened expression, a small smile sets on your lips and you graze the side of your foot to his hips, tapping against his pelvis, and snapping him out of his lovesick trance. Of course, he had more than enough time to stare at you later.

Tonight, however, he intended to worship your body and make love to you.

He placed himself at your feet, running his hands up your smooth skin, and leaving a hot trail in his wake. Shuddering at the sensation of his calloused hands, hardened over the years of training brushing over you now with the intent to pleasure you. Giggling, you clench your thighs together, taking in your bottom lip between your teeth.  Groaning with delight, he nestles his face between your legs, spreading them apart with caring hands, his mouth salivating at the sight of your soft weeping cunt. His heart hammered in his chest, hot breath fanning against your flesh, and his eyes glazed over as he glanced at you. With a grin , he softly presses his lips to your heat, never breaking eye contact as he dips his tongue between your slick folds. 

“Ah…!” You clasp your hand over your mouth, sucking in a sharp breath as he wasted no time to lap tentatively at your cunt, slurping eagerly and licking long, flat strokes from your entrance to your aching clit. You could feel him smile against your heat, amused at how easily you slipped up. Though, you could care less at the moment.

Every swipe of his tongue had you arching your back as he made your lower abdomen tighten, grinding your hips into his hot mouth, moaning pathetically against your palm. Fuck, already the man had you slobbering on his chin, drawing strained cries from you as he prodded heavily and drew deep lines within your folds. You swore you could see the heavens themselves from each tentative lick.

Yet your throaty sobs sent him into a sort of frenzy, spurring Kyojuro on to continue his depravity. The slick of your core had already been coated with your sweet nectar, smearing his lips and becoming drunk on your flavor. Lewd noises trickled from where he laid, wet muscle applying enough pressure to have you writhing. "K-Kyojuro...!" You whine against your palm.

Your free hand finds its way to his sleek hair and knotting into his strands, trying to separate yourself from him before you made a mess. Yet the attempt was fruitless. The vibrations of his groans and grunts have you falling apart even faster, screwing your eyes shut as you call out to him weakly. Your thighs engulf his head, trembling in his grasp as he begins to suck on your clit, lips wrapping around the bud and pushing you closer to the edge. The twitching of your thighs gave you away and he knew you were close. So close to tasting you as he did many nights before.

Thick fingers grip at your plush, keeping you open as he carved out your sopping cunt with intense laps, swirling his tongue around your bud.  The muffled whimpers drove him further, slick and spit dribbling from his mouth. With a broken mewl, you gush into his awaiting mouth and spasm, bucking your hips as he drank your juices happily, tasting every drop you offered. You sucked in deep breaths through your nose, afraid to trust yourself to not make a noise, you weakly locked your quivering limbs around his temple.

God, you could never get used to him and his skilled tongue, but you were not complaining.

Pulling off with a pop, he left your poor clit alone before nudging your mound with his nose and nudging your legs apart. As your high began fading, attempting to catch your breath, you didn’t notice the butterfly touches near your lower half. Kyojuro  pressed a series of small kisses from your tummy, brushing past the underside of your doughy breasts,  to your sternum, his lips grazing your supple flesh as he trails to your throat. He slotted himself between your thighs and leered down at you with a teasing grin, licking away your arousal from his lips. His shaft throbbed almost painfully, needing to be stuffed inside your sweet cunt, cockhead dripping with pre-cum. His sweet love needed time to rest but his patience began to wear thin.

The world be damned, Kyojuro will make you the mother of his children and make you [Name] Rengoku — he needs you now.

With your mind slipping into a haze, you could hardly grasp as Kyojuro sunk into you, sheathing his length deep within your slick. Slowly, he began thrusting into your tepid heat, breathless against you as he pinned you into the futon. But as his body collides with your feeble frame, your core clenches and pushes against him, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the painful stretch. The sensitivity from your last release still had not faded, and you could feel the ache building up once more. 

"Ngh, K…Kyojuro…!" You mewl, clinging onto his shoulders, digging crescent shapes into his skin with every rut of his hips, your body rocking back and forth from how deep his girth hits with each powerful thrust. "Ahhhah, p-please don't —ahh!" Your legs instinctively wrap around his thick waist, pulling him closer as he continues pumping into your body. The fear of being caught leaves you, shamelessly whining for your husband, tears cascading down your cheeks. How could you remain quiet when you're drowning in an abyss of absolute pleasure?

Kyojuro heatedly presses his lips against yours, swallowing your moans in an attempt to silence you, afraid of letting the cute noises he loves so much to continue in fear of your parents barging into your room – to see him defiling their sweet daughter. Yet with the way your cunt is clenching around him, he was struggling to keep quiet himself. It doesn't matter how many times he fucks you, it always left him breathless from how tight you were. He could only hope your folks were deep sleepers.

Though, plucking you this time felt different. Sneaking into your house and fucking you late at night seemed surreal to the man, even as he was currently nestled in your velvet slick. Perhaps it was because now, he was fucking you as your husband, not as your suitor, and now — may your families be damned if they didn't want you two together — Kyojuro will make sure nothing keeps you two apart. Even if it meant he'd be disowned and an outcast, you were worth every punishment. 

Fat, heavy balls slapped against your ass, the wet squelching of your dripping pussy overflowing the dark room. He could create a whole record from the sinful symphony alone, his knees digging into the blankets as he glided back in with ease, hand kneading the flesh of your ass. The man melted into you, breaking the kiss to bury his face in the crook of your neck, taking your flesh in-between his teeth. The pinch at your skin made you squirm, curving your spine and pressing your breasts flush against his chest. He could feel the way your pussy spasmed, struggling to adjust to his thick cock splitting you apart.

The immense warmth of your cunny had him reveling, thighs twitching and flexing as you constricted around his girth, his pelvis brushing past your aching clit. He let out a strained moan, nuzzling his nose into your skin, inhaling your sweet aroma. God, he could never get tired of the soft smell of vanilla and flour, reminiscing of the day he first walked into your family's restaurant. 

It seemed  heavenly almost, seemingly reliving the first night the two of you were intimate, except now, you two imprinted your bodies into your very family home. "Kyojuro, f-feels so… so good! Ah, love—mnnn….!" You whine, raking your nails across his shoulder blades.

"Shh, q-quiet, my love…," Kyojuro rasps, knowing the moment you start babbling, your orgasm would follow. Every stroke had your head spinning, needing more. "God… just–just a little longer… need you – mmh, fu—ck – to hold your pretty moans in… C-Can you do that for me?" 

He had been right as you ignored his pleads. You throw your head into the pillow, his name weakly rolling off your tongue as your body goes slack, releasing over Kyojuro’s length, weeping pussy painting a thick layer of your mellow slick on his shaft. Soft noises left him as your cunt swallowed him greedily into a snug grip at the moment of your orgasm. Hot breath fans against your flesh, kissing along your shoulder and across your collarbone. Fuck, you were tipping him over the edge, the thought of filling you up and having you carry the next line of Rengoku men making his chest swell.

 "Mmm, G-God…," he groans, the deep moan falling past his lips as he sinks back in,  eyes shutting tight the moment he grounds into your tepid heat. Blood rushing and the balls tightening, he starts chasing his own high, pumping desperately into you as quietly as he could. The man rolled his hips at the end of each thrust, groaning at the sensation of your fluttering walls pushing against him, repeatedly pulling out until the bulbous crown of his cock remained, slamming in and leaving you breathless against him. 

He wraps an arm around your torso, balancing himself on one of his forearms whilst pulling you impossible close, thrusting sloppily into you with strained moans. His entire body convulses, a groan drumming in his throat as he unravels, hips stuttering as he spills into you. Thick ropes of fertile cum coat your womb and he pulls out with a gasp. Fluids trickled from your heat and he bashfully looked away.

Kyojuro collapsed beside you, falling on his side, panting quietly whilst staring at your glossy face.  He gulped, blinkling back his own tears. "I love you, [Name]... more than anyone else," he whispers, caressing your cheek with his knuckles before cupping your face. "Thank you for agreeing to become my wife….”

Your lips tremble as you stiffle a sob, closing your eyes and placing your hand over his own, his fingers resting on your hip."I love you too, Kyojuro… Hah, I'm so…. I'm so happy.... you chose me...."

“I wouldn’t have it any other way….”

For a couple hours, you laid in his embrace, slumbering peacefully, believing he did the same. But he stayed awake, watching every rise and fall of your chest with a smile of content. Soon, he’d be able to see this everyday. After cleaning up, you two were careful to make sure your parents had not awoken as you gathered your personal items together, both small and large.

In the wee hours of the night before the crack of dawn, Kyojuro helped you pack your things into a bag, carrying them on his shoulders without so much as a complaint, ready to start his life with you. Yet, even as you were prepared to leave, you felt the least you owe your parents — who gave you everything and gave you the best life they could — an explanation. With trembling hands, you poured your thoughts and emotions into the letter, clarifying your departure from the house and how despite their best efforts, you fell in love with Kyojuro Rengoku.  Tearing up, you were honest that because you knew they would never accept him and try to keep you apart from him, you two would elope, far away from them.

As the sun began to rise and peek through the mountains, the two of you took off and never looked back. To where? You didn’t know. But as long as you were together, any place was home. As long as Kyojuro was by your side, you did not care.

The Heart of the Dragon was a mystic potency in the life cycle of nature, but when set ablaze, it was a force to be reckoned with — especially when protecting the one they hold dear most.

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𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒: [𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔].

It's been a few months since you have eloped, as well as a while since the night you and Kyojuro slept together as husband and wife, a unique way of officiating your union without the blessing of either your families or a priest.

Of course, once you arrived at the Ubuyashiki Estate, you two were granted the wedding you dreamt of, with the Head of the Corps presiding. You looked so beautiful dressed in white, like an angel, and throughout the ceremony, neither you nor Kyojuro could take your eyes of each other. Not until your vows were sealed with a kiss did you two finally take in your surroundings. The blooming smiles and wide grins of the Pillars made your heart swell, knowing you had a new found family now, who fully supported your and Kyojuro's love.

And neither of you couldn't be happier - especially with a new life on the way. The man didn't let you lift a finger and pampered you excessively. Oftentimes, Kyojuro would laugh whenever the baby kicked your stomach, beaming as he said, "Hahah! They're just like their father — full of energy and ready to see the world already!"

Rolling your eyes, you smile wryly, peering at him occasionally whilst he rubs your swollen tummy. "Mhm, with a ravenous appetite too…," you mumble in between bites of your onigiri. He just couldn't wait to see his child, already tittering with names to possibly name them.

Every few days, he made sure you were participating in his family's long held tradition when carrying a child. In an effort to not let you be alone, he spends the two hours with you staring at the flaming torch, holding your hand and occasionally squeezing it. It made the experience all the more special.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

Though, for the time being, you were staying at the Butterfly Mansion in the last month of your pregnancy in case you went into labor early. The caterpillar girls aided you with glee during the time your husband was not available, determined you never exerted yourself. It was quite adorable really how they became excited when the baby kicked, chittering on how they couldn't wait to see them once they were born.

Though you knew Kyojuro would stop you one he found out, you helped in the kitchen and made many delicious meals for the household, always making sure each belly was full. Shinobu appreciated your help and often checked your health whenever she was home, the two of you chattering.

You make me happy, when skies are gray. 

However, Kyojuro received a new mission and had already departed to attend, promising you he would be back in time to see you give light to your child. He mentioned he sent a letter to his father's estate to notify them of your child's birth soon, hoping at the least, his father and brother got to know the new addition to the family.

Kneeling at your bedside, Kyojuro pressed a kiss to your temple, a kiss to your stomach, and a kiss to your lips. He pulled away and whispered with a soft smile, resting his hand on your tummy as he felt the prodding of the fetus kicking, "I love you, my sunshine… I'll be back in time for our son's birth…"

"I love you too, my love, but what if it's a girl?"

He hums, corners of his eyes crinkling as his lips stretch wider, "Then I hope she is as beautiful and healthy as her wonderful mother."

As you bid each other goodbye, you could not help the uneasiness pooling in your stomach. Yet you ignored it and continued your regular day, awaiting the return of your husband.

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. 

If only you knew it would be the last time you'd see him again, then you wouldn't have let him leave in the first place.

So please, don't  take my sunshine away.

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©ʀᴀɴᴅʏɴᴏᴠᴀ || ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ || ɴᴏ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴇᴅɪᴛs, ᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs.

taking resquest!: they can be any type of reading like smut, fluff, angst, and etc, but please be patient I put my whole heart into these for your liking!

warnings: semi-public, fingering, teasing

featuring: rengoku, giyuu, sanemi, Uzui, nanami, toji, gojo, sukuna, kazuha, itto, ayato, diluc, xiao, and so on…

I sat myself in the back of my car's trunk on a dark night, as I was resting my back on the cold metal feeling a shiver go down my spine, my partner coming and closing me in by their arms leading me to no way out, earning such a small eye contact only getting distracted by the laugher of people coming towards our way. we were hiding in a large parking lot, so we both kept quiet but only the laughter leading to a loud crowd of people in front of the car but far away, feeling a hand go down my pants, I gasped loudly only getting my mouth covered by my partners hand. I look at them in fear of getting caught, or looked at, only for them to start playing with my cunt, they started whispering sweet little things in my ear, getting all hot and breathing heavy, I rocked my hips slowly feeling fingers press inside of me, I moan loud in my partners hand felt myself getting sweaty as they were thrusting their fingers in and out. I tried my best not to moan and catch the whole crowds attention but the way they were moving their fingers made my knees weak, I was so scared of getting caught, we weren't to far from the crowd way before but the way my partner was doing me dirty just felt good to even ruin it. I hold them tightly feeling my knees getting weaker and weaker,

"I know you like this, you want everyone to see how much of a dirty slut you are for me right?"

only a few moans came out but you didn't wanna agree to it, cause you knew deep down that you were enjoying this more than anything, you wanted sweet revenge on them, so you decided to put your knee in between their crotch going at it back and forth, you heard a moan come out of their mouth making you feel more weaker than before, their moans were like music to your ears, so you decided to tease them a little more by rocking your knee faster but it was no use they inserted another finger in you making your stop and hold in your moans. You tried so hard yet, you couldn't keep it up, so you use your foot and rub them for the outside of their pants, you guys felt like you were on cloud nine seeing stars and reaching to your climax, when all of sudden you moan loud, only getting interrupted by

by your partners lips pressing on yours leading to a hard long kiss, so that you don't drag attention to yourself...you came hard still feeling their fingers inside of you, feeling a wet spot on your partner pants including yours, only looking at each-other and laughing in silence, getting yourself ready to leave and continue back at home ;)..

Quickie

{Sanemi x Reader x Tengen}

the crack ship I didn’t know I needed

Warnings: Threesome, rough sex, degrading, double penetrating, anal sex — how did we get here

A/N: this was supposed to be a quick little story and now it’s a threesome? It’s 99% smut with 1% plot and…a normal length fic :’)

Also I’ve never written a MXMXF 3sum so please be patient if it’s a teeny bit choppy — still practicing lmfao

Word count: 6.1k

Aʀᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: ʀɪɴɢᴏʀᴇɴᴊɪ88 ᴏɴ Tᴡᴛ

Your back hit the wooden door in record time, leaving you breathless as prying fingers began to tear your uniform open. “I’ve had enough of you.” Sanemi’s gruff voice sent a jolt of pleasure straight between your legs. Clearly your attempts to get him worked up had been effective.

“I-I didn’t do anything to annoy y-you.” You couldn’t even keep a straight face as you lied. A scar covered hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your lips against his in a hungry open mouth kiss. You were being suffocated, his tongue practically down your throat as his free hand pulled you apart.

You flinched at the sound of uniform buttons clattering to the ground, the quiet but audible tearing of cloth and the unmistakable ripping of your fabric binding. “Come on!” You weren’t talking above a whisper yet you felt like you were screaming. A vacant room in the butterfly estate wasn’t exactly the most private place to do this.

“Shut the fuck up.” Rough fingers came up to squeeze both breasts, a low groan leaving him at the sight of the plush flesh molding to his touch. “Don’t speak to me like that.” You were trying to hold in your moans regardless, arms lazily wrapping around his neck. “I’ll speak to you how I want.” He pinched, earning a yelp in response.

“I don’t understand why you are so mad.” You did, of course you did. You just loved to see the man squirm, especially since he couldn’t be straight forward with you. “Cut the shit.” You choked out a laugh, “cut the shit? I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

His hand slammed against the door, the other abandoned your breast to wrap around your neck. “What does he have that I don’t?” The pressure on your neck wasn’t tight, but it was certainly uncomfortable. “Who’s he?” You knew who he was referring to, you just wanted to hear him say it. With gritted teeth Sanemi uttered “Uzui”.

“Well. To start, he has three wives.”

“Oh fuck off.”

“You asked.” His grip tightened slightly, making you shift uncomfortably. Regardless you felt a throb beginning between your legs. “Be more specific than stating the obvious, idiot.” His fingers pressed against your pulse point, noting the way it was picking up in pace.

“I don’t quite get what you’re asking.” The hand against the door had returned to your breast, abusing your nipple. You chewed on your inner cheek in an effort to keep quiet. “I’m asking you what Uzui has that I don’t. Not for you to spout your bullshit.”

“He’s also taller than you.”

Perhaps that one was taking it too far, especially since Sanemi wasn’t over the fact that Genya was taller than him. His fingers pinched the sensitive skin so harshly you couldn’t help but cry out. Your hands come up to try and pull him away. “Come on now, you know better.”

His lips were on yours again, using your already open mouth to his advantage. His grip on your throat tightened now, so much so you couldn’t breathe. Then again he had his tongue down your throat as well, there was much room to breathe anyway.

“Miss y/n?” You both froze, eyes shooting wide open at the sound of the little voice. “Miss y/n are you okay?” It was little Naho, you were filled with horror at the idea of her seeing you in this state. Sanemi’s lips pulled away, his grip on your throat loosened. “I-i’m okay! Naho, don't worry about it. I just hit my hand!”

You silently prayed that she’d leave it at that and walk away. After a moment she spoke “are you sure? I can get someone to check—“ you squirmed as Sanemi’s mouth sucked on your neck. “I-I’m sure, Naho.” Sanemi was chuckling against your hot skin. “Okay miss!” She didn’t miss a beat, you listened to her quiet footsteps fade away before speaking.

“Aww how close.” Sanemi’s face was right in yours again, breath mingling as he squeezed your neck. “What if she h-heard.” You stumbled as his hand came down to cup your cunt through your uniform pants. “What would she have heard? You blubbering like a fool?”

“F-fuck off.” He began rubbing you through the material, smirking at how hot you felt in his hand. “I’m going to ask you for a third time. You better not disappoint me. What does he have that I don’t?” He wanted you to fail, you were convinced the second he zeroed in on your clit. Even through the material he could figure out where to focus his attention.

“He…he…” you tried to catch your breath, waves of pleasure washed over you. “C’mon…” his mouth was pressed into your ear, you wanted him closer. You opened your mouth and closed it a few times, desperately wanting to tease him some more. “He’s…he’s got…” he picked up his pace, a shit eating grin covering his face as your mouth fell open.

“Tell me~” there was a sultry tone to his voice now, eagerly waiting for you to piss him off again. His hand left you entirely, a desperate whine leaving your lips. “Speak.” He was undoing the belt of your pants with ease, throwing it off to the side and letting it clatter. His hand slipped under, this time he began rubbing you with a thinner barrier.

He used his own leg to keep yours parted, eyes trained on your open mouth. He could feel your panties begin to dampen, only fueling his ego and growing dick. “Y/n…come on baby. Tell me~” you wanted to scream, his hand had returned to your throat. “H-he…” you swallowed thickly, trying to pull yourself from your pleasured daze.

“He has bigger…muscles…” you were thinking of any obvious differences, just to get under his skin. “Oh? What else? I know you got more…” his hand didn’t slip under your underwear, instead continuing to tease you over the damp garment. “H-he…he’s hotter.” That was a lower blow than the height comment.

His fingers stopped, a cold laugh shaking his frame. “He’s hotter?” His fingers slipped under your panties now, two fingers parting your lips. “If he’s hotter than me, why are you so wet?” He rubbed back and forth, two fingers circling your entrance. “See, I know your little game. You’ll keep saying whatever you want, things you know will irk me. Just so I go a little harder on you. Right?”

His warm breath right against your ear wasn’t helping. Slowly you nodded, hands reaching down, holding him in place. You didn’t want him to pull away, not when you were so close to feeling him inside you. He finally let go of your neck, using his newly freed hand to play with your breasts again.

“So let me guess. You were hanging all over that tall oaf just to get a rise out of me.” He knew from the start that was the case, but he certainly didn’t expect you to name the things you did. So in the end, though he’d never admit it. You did get on his nerves in the way you hoped you would. You technically won this battle already.

“M-maybe…maybe I wanted to sleep with him.” You cried out as he plunged two fingers inside, one hand coming up to smack your mouth. You both fell silent for a moment, it certainly didn’t help that this was all happening right against the door. “Careful now, we might get caught.” He didn’t seem all that affected, if it was for the persistent twitch between his legs.

He nudged your legs further with his thigh, giving him more access to thrust his fingers inside. You wanted your pants off, it was beginning to feel far too hot. “S-Sanemi…” you mewled as his fingers curled, hands coming up to pull at his own uniform. “Hmm?” He was waiting for something, you knew him well enough to know what.

“M-more.” You tried to move your hips against him, clit already aching from the lack of attention. “No, not yet.” He was calm, which was more startling than anything. “W-why…” he began to laugh, fingers slowing. “You already forgot why we are here. To be honest with you, I shouldn’t even be entertaining you like this, sweetheart.” He curled and uncurled his fingers a few times, mouth watering at how you’d taste.

“If you want to sleep with Uzui so bad, then I should let you.” He moved to pull his hand out, forcing a smirk off his face when your hands tightened, holding him in place. “What’s this?” You took it further than necessary, therefore he would too. You yelped as he pulled his fingers out completely, stepping away all together, leaving you cold and empty.

“S-Sanemi!” Your thighs clamped shut, blinking at him in pure confusion. He smiled at the way his fingers glistened, shrugging his shoulders. “You want him so bad, go find him. I did half the work already.” He was still fully dressed, you on the other hand looked like you’d lost a battle with a blade sharpener.

You decided to pull together what dignity you had, if he wanted you to go fuck Uzui? Then so be it. You buttoned your pants, pulled your uniform top close and turned to leave. Sanemi assumed you were bluffing, watching and waiting for you to drop the act.

You didn’t.

You flung the door open, using one hand to keep your top shut. Without looking back you began storming down the hall, if you were lucky the bastard would still be somewhere on estate grounds. Sanemi was left stunned for a moment, he certainly didn’t expect you to actually walk out.

A vein in his forehead began to twitch, leave it to you to one up him even like this. Sanemi situated himself, grumbling under his breath as he took off after you. “Uzui!” You burst through the door of his room, he looked like he was getting ready to leave the estate. “Oh! Y/n…?” He took in your clearly disheveled form.

“Sorry for barging In…I’m glad I caught you before you left.

Are your injuries healed?” You couldn’t just straight up ask him, but with Sanemi’s quickly approaching steps…maybe you could. “I’m fine…you talked to me earlier, remember?” Tengen knew your mind was in another place, your ripped uniform was an obvious sign.

You made your way further in the room, Tengen noted that your belt was also missing. He also noted that the fast approaching footsteps were none other than the wind pillar. “What the hell did you get yourself into?” He began laughing, as you scurried into the room, Sanemi appearing shortly after. “You can ask him.” You wrapped a hand around his forearm, using it to protect yourself.

Tengen took the wind pillar in, a smirk creeping up his face as he noticed the half hearted attempt to hide his own hard-on. “So my guess is correct. Please explain, Shinazugawa.” You let go of your top, allowing it to fall open as you hugged Tengen’s arm. “You’re a fucking pain in the ass.” You tried not to giggle, very pleased at the way things were turning out.

“Is this because she was giving me attention earlier?” He felt your plush skin on his arm, trying to still his own breathing. “Oh so you knew? You fucking bastard…” Sanemi closed the door so no one would hear…sure, that’s why he closed it. “Knew what? She was giving me attention, and I was returning it. Something you don’t seem to do enough of.”

“Oh don’t look so shocked…” Tengen continued. “She told me you won’t even give her a straight answer on where you stand. Is she your girlfriend? Or are you just using her for her body? You see, I wouldn’t do that.” Tengen turned to you now, holding back a groan at the way your breasts were nearly exposed. Sanemi looked shocked, not expecting Tengen to even entertain the idea.

“He told me to sleep with you, that’s why I came looking.”

Both men froze, eyes turning to you. Tengen was the first to absolutely crumble. How could he not? You were looking up at him with such pretty eyes. “Is that so?” He turned his back to Sanemi, crouching down slightly to look at you better. “So, do you want to sleep with me, baby?” His voice took on a similar sultry tone. The pulsing ache between your legs returning.

“Yes please.” You could hear Sanemi mumble something oddly similar to “fuck off”. Tengen paid him no mind, picking you up to turn and drop you on the bed he had just made. You bounced slightly, breasts fully spilling out for both men to see. “There is no way you’re serious!” Sanemi was storming over to the bed as Tengen crawled over you.

“Does it not look like I’m serious?” Tengen blinked up at him for only a moment before focusing back on you, lips crashing in a bruising kiss. Tengen’s kiss was already far different than Sanemi’s, it was rough but it was sweet. Larger calloused hands came up to massage both breasts, nothing like the roughness Sanemi had bestowed on you earlier.

“If you weren’t a Hashira, I’d kill you. How dare you?” Sanemi pulled at Tengen’s ponytail, pulling his lips away from yours. “How dare I? Give me a break, you couldn’t treat her right. So I will.” He brushed his hand off, to your surprise, Sanemi let him. “Sanemi…you told me to do this.” You whined as Tengen’s lips trailed over your neck and collarbone.”

“I didn’t think you actually would!”

You whined as full teeth scrape your skin, looking at Sanemi with lidded eyes. His blood began to boil, hands reaching to pull at Tengen’s uniform. “C’mon big boy! Undress if you’re going to fuck her.” Tengen began chuckling against your skin, pulling away from you just to look at him. “Oh! Sudden change of heart?” Tengen leaned up, admiring your body while discarding his own uniform top.

“Die.”

Sanemi was taking off his top as well, glaring at an unbothered Tengen as he did. You on the other hand were left speechless, the tension in the air was so thick you could probably cut it with your blade. It seems the whole ordeal was quickly becoming a competition between the two men. What in the world did I get myself into?

Sanemi took it a step further and undid his pants, Tengen followed suit. You took the chance while they were distracted to finally get your top fully off. Before you even realized it, both men were completely bare before you. Your eyes shamelessly zeroed in on Tengen. He was huge.

You knew Sanemi was big too, but Tengen looked…painful.

“Don’t worry baby, I got three wives that love this. I’ll make sure you feel good.” You weren’t used to such sweet behavior, Tengen gave himself a few languid strokes while Sanemi observed. He too looked a little taken back by Tengen’s size.

“Are you just going to observe, Shinazugawa?” Tengen was slowly taking your uniform bottoms off with teasing touches. Each one sent goosebumps over your skin. “Don’t worry about me.” Sanemi seemed conflicted with each thing Tengen did. Part of him wanted to see the man fuck you, while the other part of him wanted to rip his head off.

Tengen did as he was told, not bothering to look at Sanemi as he pulled the rest of your undergarments off. “I see you at least know how to get a woman wet.” Broad shoulders shook as he laughed, large fingers coming to ghost over your sensitive flesh. You heard Sanemi grumble something yet again, but your mind was going blank as Tengen slowly slipped a finger inside.

He worked you open slowly, regardless of how wet you already were. He leaned down, lips meeting yours again as he slowly introduced a second finger. You whined against him, body arching upwards to meet his warm, toned torso. You wrapped your arms around his neck, spread your legs further for him and slowly undid the tie keeping his hair back.

For a moment you nearly forgot Sanemi was in the room, eyes opening slowly when the bed dipped. “You’ll take her from behind.” His voice was irritated as he settled by the top of your head.

“You told me to pay you no mind, Shinazugawa.”

“Well I changed my fucking mind.” He crossed his arms, sitting and waiting patiently for Tengen to do as he said. “For the sake of y/n, I’ll go along with it. But I’m taking my time with her, so get comfy.” You were looking up at Sanemi the whole time he spoke, it was hard not to when his dick was sitting right there.

“Eyes on me.” Tengen used his free hand to turn your face back to him. He was surprised to find himself a little irritated, you looked so entranced by a cock you’ve probably taken many times. Your pupils were blown wide, walls clenching around Tengen’s fingers. “You think you can handle me?” He kissed your cheek, waiting for your response before pulling his fingers out. “Not…not yet.” Your orgasm was building, the one Sanemi ruined for you earlier.

Tengen could tell you were close, having three wives certainly gave him more than enough experience. You watched him go lower, eyes widening and heart rate picking up as you realized what he was about to do. “You wouldn’t dare.” Sanemi’s own heart was picking up, eyes wide as Tengen positioned himself to eat you out.

“You don’t mind, right baby?” His breath was fanning across your clit, two fingers still plunged deep. “N-no…go ahead.” You glanced up at Sanemi, the throb in your clit only growing. He looked absolutely enraged yet fascinated at the same time, his eyes zeroing in on where Tengen’s mouth was about to meet you. A shaky gasp left you the moment his tongue made contact.

Naturally this wasn’t the first time you had someone do this…Sanemi usually spent most of his time down there. Tengen though? He was a totally different experience compared to Sanemi. “T-Tengen!” You whimpered out his name as he lapped hungrily at your sex. Paired with his fingers, you were already beginning to see stars.

“Help me.” Samemi’s gruff voice broke you out of your daze.

His fist was lazily wrapped around his cock, eyes trained on Tengen. “D-do you want my mouth?” You weren’t mad at him anymore, you got your way after all. And since he was being a ‘good boy’…why not reward him. “Yes.” Sanemi nearly flung himself off the small cot, allowing you to turn your head so he could use your mouth as he pleased.

You flinched slightly as he didn’t hold back, shoving nearly half his length down your throat. Tengen on the other hand didn’t seem phased by all the chaos occurring by your head. Instead he focused on the steady rhythm he built up with his fingers, the way your velvety walls clenched and sputtered around him, and the sweet taste of your arousal on his tongue. You were absolutely heavenly in his eyes.

Part of him had to wonder how you ended up in the hands of the cruel wind pillar.

You tried your hardest to relax your jaw and throat, each thrust of his hips was hitting the back of your throat. You were used to his throat fucking by now, but it was a lot harder when Tengen had his hands perfectly gripping your thighs. You swallowed to the best of your abilities, earning a loud groan from Sanemi. Despite his speed, he still felt hot and heavy on your tongue.

“Surely you aren’t going to cum yet, Shinazugawa.” Tengen didn’t want to pull away from you, but he couldn’t resist teasing the man by your head. Sanemi’s hips still, burying himself so deeply you gagged around him. “And what if I do?” Tengen slightly regretted the question when you gagged, that was until you clenched around his fingers. Of course you’d be turned on by that.

“Oh nothing…” Tengen’s lips returned to your clit, sucking and licking with new vigor. Sanemi wanted to say something but decided against it, instead picking up his own rhythm yet again. He couldn’t shake the sound pillar’s words, what in the hell did Tengen mean by that? Was it a jab at his stamina? Or just a way to get into his head? Sanemi didn’t even realize Tengen’s words had done exactly what he intended…distract him.

It wasn’t until you cried out around Sanemi’s length that he was pulled from his absent minded thrusts. You came all over Tengen’s fingers, a low squelching noise sounded throughout the room as he worked you through it. “Give her a chance to breathe you ass.” Sanemi pulled his cock out of your mouth completely, irritation bubbling up again. “I’m already sick of you bitching at me.” You sat up, blinking tears from your eyes as Tengen pulled both fingers out of you.

“Both of you, stop bitching.”

You were sitting now, waiting for both men to turn their attention to you. “I’ll tell you exactly how this is happening if you’d just shut up.” That worked quite well, Tengen was standing at the foot of the cot now, pants halfway down his thighs. Sanemi was still standing beside you, for once he was continuing the obedient act. “Tengen…you’re a little too big for what I’d like to happen. So I’ll play it safe to ease my nerves.” You smiled as his eyebrow raised.

“I’m taking both of you at the same time.”

This time both men seemed to tense. “Don’t tell me you want us…in the same hole.” Sanemi actually broke a sweat at the idea. “No! Oh wow. No, I'm not ready for that.” You started laughing, body aching at the thought. “One will be in front…the other in back.” Tengen’s eyes bulged a bit, his uniform pants slipping down to his ankles. “Where would you like me, baby?” He tried to regain his composure.

“I want Tengen in the back, Sanemi you get the front.” You swallowed nervously, you’d never done much with that area of your body…but you knew of the potential it had.

“If this was your plan from the start, I would have spent more time prepping the right hole.” Tengen was making his way around to the head of the cot, Sanemi moved to the foot. “Sanemi goes first…” you knew it would be painful to have Tengen go in with no preparation. Part of you was hoping if Sanemi went first, you’d be too distracted to notice. There was only one way to find out…

Tengen took a seat behind you, muscular legs straddling the bed in order to give you enough room. “You heard her, get going Shinazugawa.” Sanemi was still irritated by the sound pillar, grumbling under his breath as he climbed onto the cot as well. You leaned back into Tengen, spreading your legs wide for Sanemi. “After all this trouble you caused, I’m still getting your pussy in the end.” He gave himself a few slow pumps, still slick in your spit.

“You were getting it no matter what.” You smiled lazily, watching as he rolled his eyes. “This was some grand scheme to fulfil your lewd fantasies. Don’t even try to deny it.” Sanemi’s hand landed on Tengen’s thigh, using it for balance as he positioned his head at your entrance. He pushed in quickly, your slick walls sucking him in with ease. “Always so greedy…” he whined softly, no matter how many times this happened, he could never get over how perfect you felt.

Sanemi bottomed out, not realizing how close his face had gotten to Tengen’s in the process. “Are you going to kiss me?” Tengen’s body shook underneath you, when it stopped suddenly you glanced up. Sure enough, Sanemi had pressed his lips to Tengen’s. Pulling away just as quickly as they had connected. “Do something about it.” A new wave of confidence seemed to take over the wind pillar, eyes training back down on your body as his hips fell into rhythm.

Sanemi’s hips continuously pushed you into Tengen’s body, ass brushing against his erection over and over. “C-come on…Tengen please…” you whined, the desire to be filled again was only growing with each of Sanemi’s thrusts. “No prep?” He seemed hesitant still, surely it would hurt. “I don’t care! Please…” Sanemi’s cock was hitting every point perfectly, just like it always did.

“If you insist.”

“Hurt her and I’ll kill you.” Sanemi’s voice was pressed into your ear, Tengen of course still heard. “Give it a break, tough guy.” You and Sanemi both made noises of surprise when Tengen lifted you by your thighs. “Work with me here, Shinazugawa.” Your eyes widened when you felt the bulbous head of Tengen’s cock press into your hole. It was already a sensation you weren’t expecting.

“Do you want me to pull out? I think it’s going to be a painful squeeze if I’m already inside.” For the first time during this whole back and forth, Sanemi seemed concerned. “That would probably be best…” Tengen‘s brows were furrowed in concentration. You, on the other hand, were completely at the mercy of both men. Perfectly sandwiched between their muscular bodies.

Despite the heat, you shivered. The emptiness you felt from Sanemi pulling out was quickly being replaced as Tengen speared you on his cock. Your nails dug into Sanemi’s shoulders, brows mimicking Tengen as you tried to steady your breathing. It hurt, just like he said it would. It felt like you were being torn in two as his tip finally slipped past your stubborn entrance. Your whole body was tense and quivering as he stopped, letting you adjust to just his head.

“Are you sure you can take it?” Sanemi had never felt your body this tense. “Y-yes…just give me a second…” you will yourself to relax, a shaky sigh leaving you as you nodded for Tengen to move a little more. Sanemi’s hand snakes down your front, two fingers slipping between slick folds to toy with your clit. A loud moan left you as pain mixed with pleasure, making it just a bit more bearable as Tengen aimed to bottom out.

“Finally using your brain for once, Shinazugawa!” Tengen held in a laugh, not wanting to push into you too quickly. “Shut up already, man whore.” Sanemi glared at him over your shoulder. “Not too witty with the name calling.” Tengen was just three inches away from bottoming out at this point. With the help of Sanemi’s fingers, the whole process was becoming pleasurable.

“S-stop bitching! I said this already!” You moaned as Sanemi pinched your clit, cock head brushing your folds. “Sorry, baby.” Tengen placed a kiss to the back of your head as he finally bottomed out. You never felt so full in your life. You were proven wrong only a few seconds later. Sanemi began pushing himself back into you, apparently you had nodded for him to continue. You already felt too far gone to process much else.

Sanemi bottomed out a few seconds later, the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. “H..how are we…gonna do this?” Tengen could barely breathe, he was never quite able to get over how suffocatingly tight the other option was. “J-just…” your head fell back against his broad shoulder, unable to think straight. Sanemi wasn’t doing much better. Not only were your walls clenching around him, but he could feel Tengen’s cock as well.

“Do we…take turns? Or do you want — holy fuck — us to go at the same time?” You swallowed, using most of your strength to just lift up your head. “I don’t care, just move.” Sanemi would have laughed if he didn’t feel so breathless. “You better hope no one walks in.” Sanemi began thrusting his hips without another thought. Tengen followed after, thrusting his hips slowly, barely moving but the sensation was more than enough.

“I-I think this one…is all you Shinazugawa.” Tengen could feel every thrust, not only were you squeezing him perfectly, but Sanemi was also rubbing him perfectly. Sanemi didn’t even respond, eyes nearly squeezing shut as he poured all his focus into keeping a steady rhythm. Moans and whimpers spilled from your lips, Tengen’s death grip on your thighs was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“You gonna…cum soon?” Your walls were clenching around both men with a suffocating tightness. You mumbled out some sort of yes, the build up was becoming almost too much to bear. Tengen was panting heavily against your ear, his cock twitching sporadically between your walls. Sanemi seemed to be moving on autopilot, a string of curses leaving his lips every time his hips met yours.

Your second orgasm caught you off guard. Sanemi’s hand came up to clap over your mouth as you practically screamed. “We’re going to get caught.” Tengen laughed now, hips moving enough to slip about half way in and out of you. With both men thrusting repeatedly, your eyes rolled back.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you, overstimulating you.

“S-slow!” You whined, hands digging and scratching at Sanemi’s shoulders. “Not yet…” Sanemi choked out, hips moving erratically as he chased his own high. “Oh!” You jumped slightly as Tengen settled deep, hot seed spilling inside of you. “T-that might…just be the easiest orgasm I’ve ever had.” His grip finally loosened on your thighs, muscular arms hooking around your waist. “I barely did a thing…” he sounded exhausted.

“C’mon Shinazugawa. You beat me.” Every thrust was beginning to overstimulate Tengen as well. “Fuck off.” Tengen couldn’t even be bothered to comment on his hostility anymore. Instead he busied himself with trying to keep you steady so Sanemi could finish. A few more thrusts and Sanemi buried deep, bulbous head slamming into your cervix as he spilled. You felt hot all over, still stuffed full but now with an unmistakable gooey warmth.

You flinched as Sanemi began rubbing on your sensitive clit.

“W-what are you doing?!” You jerked harshest into Tengen, earning a low groan. “I never said I was done with you…either of you. It’s time to switch.” Tengen’s head knocked into yours as he shot forward. “You already want a round two?” Sanemi pulled out of you before speaking, a shiver passing through you as his release began oozing out.

“I’ve never seen anyone look so fucked out, so I’ll be damned if I don’t get to experience that.”

You gasped as Tengen finally pulled out, his release slowly leaking out as well. “If you think you are up for it, fine.” Tengen reached over, grabbing a tissue off the bedside table. “You’re just asking for an infection if I don’t clean myself first.” You were trying to turn around. The same position would probably work just fine, but you’d like to try something else.

After some shuffling, you settled on Tengen’s lap. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you buried your head into the crook of his neck. He smelt like sweat and fine perfumed oils. His size still felt like you would be torn in two, regardless of him being in your cunt this time. “Ready whenever.” You let your eyes close, waiting to feel Sanemi press into your other hole. “Try not to cum, Shinazugawa.”

A gentle slap to his bicep shut Tengen up.

This time it didn’t hurt nearly as bad. Tengen’s previous preparation and cum helped Sanemi slip in easily. “You both better make this quick…” you couldn’t even keep your head up if you tried. It wasn’t helping that Tengen was warm, despite his muscles; he was still velvety soft. “Fucking…how the fuck did you not come on the spot.” Sanemi bottomed out, each word coming out in a hiss.

“Practice my friend.” He sent a wink over your shoulder. “This may be easier if I lay down, don’t you think?” Tengen was already leaning back, Sanemi chasing after him in order to stay inside. “There we go! Now we can both move a little easier.” This new angle had you gasping for air, with more mobility for both men…you were in trouble. “Ready baby?” Tengen ran a hand through your hair, “yes…” hips thrusting upwards slowly as Sanemi began moving as well.

With both of them able to properly move, you were already seeing stars. Not only could both men feel each other, you could feel them. It was the most bizarre thing you had ever felt. You could feel every single inch, every curve and vein. Sanemi’s thrusts were in perfect time with Tengen’s. Each one pushes your sensitive spot even further into Tengen’s cock. “Oh~” you felt like you were going to burst.

The cot below you began to creak. Both men were far too lost to their own pleasure to even acknowledge it. You silently began to wonder how you’d explain a destroyed cot. “You’re so damn tight.” Sanemi’s grip on your waist was bruising, surely you’d have marks. “It doesn’t - ha - help that I’m being stuffed…by both of you…” you hadn’t even realized tears were leaking down your face and onto Tengen’s shoulder.

“Her pussy is just as sweet as her ass.” Tengen cooed, a wet squelch filled the room each time he bottomed out.

“You act like…I don’t know.” Sanemi’s voice nearly cracked. It was taking every ounce of strength he had left to not come.

He wanted to at least make this last a little longer. “Can't neglect this now, can we?” Sanemi tried to distract himself,

hand snaking lower to begin toying with your clit again. Spots began blurring your vision, the tension in your gut just seconds away from snapping. “S..Sanemi…T-Tengen!” Warmth squirted out from between your legs.

You had never experienced an orgasm like that, one that had you blinking away stars and made your ears ring. “Holy fuck…” Sanemi nearly pulled out all the way, his pubic bone, thighs and even his balls were coated in your release. He could have cum just looking at it. “Oh! Didn’t think you’d be able to do that.” Tengen laughed, hips still shooting into you. He was close — very close — but he’d be damned if Sanemi beat him again.

“Mercy—“ you croaked into Tengen’s skin. “Just a little longer baby, almost there.” Tengen was out of breath, your velvet walls were hugging him just as perfectly as your ass had.

“Hang on for us, we’ll be done in a minute.” All bets aside, Sanemi could tell you were about to be pushed past your limit. A quick glance at the sound pillar sent the message Sanemi hoped it would. Tengen’s hands began rubbing soothing circles on your back, his orgasm was nearly on top of him.

Only a few more thrusts and Tengen spilled inside of you, Sanemi had stilled completely in hopes of not pushing the line between pleasure and pain. “Shit.” You could feel him twitching, a whine leaving your lips as Sanemi picked up his pace again. “Sorry…almost there…you’re going so good.

So..so good…” he was babbling at this point, balls slapping against your pussy and Tengen’s cock with each thrust.

Finally with a low groan, Sanemi gave in for the second time. You felt impossibly full, neither men pulling out yet in order to

keep their cum inside. “Can I sleep now?” You slurred, eyes closing against your will. “Y-yeah…we’ll take care of everything.” Sanemi nearly collapsed on top of you, Tengen’s bones felt like jelly. After a few minutes of silence Tengen spoke up. “Are either of you interested in marriage…”

“You really are a fucking man whore.” Sanemi groaned, pulling out slowly and watching his release seep out. “I’m serious, Shinazugawa. I wouldn’t mind another wife…or a husband.” Your breathing had evened out at this point, sleep taking you into its warm embrace. Sanemi only blinked, searching for more tissues to try and clean himself up with. “Oh so you’re going to ignore me?” Tengen tried again, sitting up slowly with you still snug against him.

“I’m not marrying you. Neither is she.”

“We could do things like this all the time…”

That made him stop, slowly making eye contact with Tengen. “Oh? That got you?” Tengen seemed pleased, large hands holding you tightly. Sanemi groaned, “I truly can’t stand you.”

Fucking with the Demon Cyborg

Contents ⇀ Consensual, Neck/ear/nape kissing, Soft genos, Missionary, Riding/Cowgirl, Sync'ed cumming, Short headcanon, Female reader, (sort of) raw sex, fluff at the end

》Being a cyborg, Genos can't really feel pain on certain parts of his body. However, that doesn't mean he couldn't feel someone's touch if they ever do place a hand against his metallic appendages. His arms can barely feel any sort of contact but if you interlock hands with him he'd most likely enjoy the warmth emitting from your fingertips.

》His arms, legs and stomach are the areas where he could feel something but not enough for him to react. It is where deadly devices of all sorts are stored so it's understandable why the doctor wouldn't burden his body with the modification for it to feel pain. But the places in which he does feel something (enough for him to react to) are located near his energy core; His chest area, neck and even the parts where plastic flesh covered his robotic figure. Are the parts that granted him the ability to perceive humane and even unpleasant contact.

》And with all these information, you both use it to your advantage and pleasure.

》He's still human after all, under all that machinery and android lies a genuine man's heart that can express emotions too. Emotions such as; happiness, anger, sorrow, love and lust.

》He adores it whenever you'd kiss and touch his ear's and nape. He loves how smoothly you run your fingers through them whenever you're both getting frisky with your hands. Suck on the shell of his ear and you'd basically feel him vibrate against you.

》Very vocal. The sounds he make are for you and you only, he promises to stay still if you'd go a lil lower, just under his ear lobe. That spot always gets him melting. Your touch has him in such an addictive state, pupils dilating as dopamine pumps through his brain (or what's left of it at least)

》He has a bunch of detachable dildos he can use to penetrate through you and you can never get that headcanon out of my mind. (Did the doctor make it as well? Let's say no because that'd be a little to awkward.)

》Let's just say that vibrations can cause such an impact on Genos and that you'd use toys that'll waver for pleasure. The silicon cock attached onto his crotch area. Him feeling it shake whenever he rams inside you. The quivering feeling inside your pussy felt so good you could cry. That being said, he'd definitely thrust in and out as much as possible to see tears stream down your face, your pretty, pretty face being in between his steel fingers as it squeezes you to look at him.

》Gosh those eyes of his. Watching your every twitch and whine, your hips arching to grind onto his throbbing cock. You could see your own reflection in those shinning surfaces, yet the most visible view in front of you right now was how high he was feeling as he pulls in and out of your folds.

"Are you alright? " He asks in between breathes, his energy core getting warmer and warmer at the sight of your sprawled legs hooked onto him. You nod in response, hoisting yourself up as you propped on top of him.

"Go deeper, please.. "

》That look on your face almost made his system crash. Everything you're doing to him right now is something he'll savor and take his time with, especially those sweet lips of yours.

》You were sat on top of him, bouncing yourself with his help. The cold feeling of his palms roamed your body as you both felt your release coming.

"Genos.. Y-you close?.. "

He gives you a rough nod, eyes closed and teeth gritting.

》It felt so good. So fucking good and he wants you to come together, in sync like the gears that rapidly whirled inside his mechanical frame. The vibrations getting quicker and stronger as he feels every wave of it through your heated sex. Your pussy wets his cock, dripping through your thighs as you bob onto him.

It squeeze around him, squelching noises being mixed with your moaning voices "Genos.. oh..! Mmmh..!! " He gripped onto your thighs harder, bruising the flesh a bit as he starts to come with you.

》Obviously enough, he doesn't have the ability to release sperm from his features. So the one who usually dampens and makes a mess on the sheets is you.

》catching your breaths you both gaze into each other lovingly, a small grin emitting from you as you plop beside his robotic figure.

You playfully flick his forehead, laughing when he hugs you close in response "You didn't short circuit this time. " You teased, earning a chuckle from him.

"That was one time. I'm certain it won't happen again. " He kissed your forehead, making circles with his thumb against your shoulder.

"Hm, But.. " Closing the gap between you, a small peck was left on his lips "I found it so adorable when you acted like that because of me. "

》Almost nothing can kill this man, but you, you are most definitely going to be the death of him.

I need more fanfiction of this man, I swear I read almost every fic I can find abt him w w w w w w

-Lath

Rengoku Kyōjurō x F!Reader: Butterflies (Modern AU, Fluff, Smut)

Note: Something from the vault, as a thank you for everyone who supported Taro and myself. Hope you bbys like it! 🥰 Word Count: 9,856 words

Summary: (Y/n) gets reunited with her old crush, only to find out that he actually felt the same all those years ago. Sparks fly and relationships pick up.

Warnings: Smut, Adult Themes, Cunnilingus, Drinking (Party Games), Vaginal Fingering

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Numerous voices flitted in and out of the restaurant that (Y/n) sat in; people buzzing about, friends laughing and dining to their heart’s content.

It was all so mundane, but still so fascinating. Especially when all of those people generated profit for her. And it was made even better by the fact that she was actually happy to be there— to be back home and be surrounded by what was comfortable and familiar.

Of course, she also decided to kill two birds with one stone and set up small get-togethers with her old friends that still lived around the area. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that her friends from college would care that much about her; but they proved her wrong with how much effort they put in to spend time with her.

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Good Morning ♥

NSFW somewhat?? dk.

MINORS DNI 🚫

hopefully I dont get banned, heh. 😅

side note *if you don’t like it, block not report*

ITS JUST SHMEXY KYOJURO + 1 GIYUU

pin me down kyo

he. bondage.

CHOKE ME!!

pillows~

uuuuggh…

flustered kyooo~

bj ig

i wanna kiss him *pout*

oof.

threesome..

Ready and Willing

One Punch Man (Garou) in your perspective

·✦ Warnings: (TW) + (dirty talk) + (Rough) + (Etc.)

  The night walks home have been rough. My manager changed my shifts to the night and it’s left me to walk through the park alone at almost 1 am.  I clutch my purse as I walk on the dark path.  I heard a shuffle in the trees that startled me to the point I drop my keys. I reach down to pick them up and as I feel a large presence behind me. As I stand I feel a hot breathe on my neck. I turn around and see a large menacing monster breathing hard behind me.

“ what a tasty treat I’ve found.”

I start to slowly back away from the thing.

“ I’m just walking home weirdo bug off. “

He moves in closer. The bug monster stands 7ft drool coming from his clippers.  

“ I’ll walk you home sweetie.”

He moves in closer I start to I turn to make a move but his claw hands reach for me and grabs the strap to my purse pulling me back.

“Don’t make me hurt you!” I yell

I thrash against him before I can react. A whip of wind goes past my cheek and the monster goes flying his body hitting a tree. Blood pools around his face and he lays motionless. In shock I turn to see a man standing in the middle of the path. Black tight shirt rippling muscles and odd pointy white hair.

“Eh- thank you.” I say

Fixing myself picking up my now broken purse.

“ A girl shouldn’t be walking alone at night.” He says and starts to walk the other way.

I scrunch my nose and respond

“ With that logic I shouldn’t do anything.”

He stops and turns around and looks at me. He stares for a moment and struts toward me making me stiffen.  He gets close to my face and examines my body.

“Oi your getting blood on your bag”

I look down a large slice adorned my arm.  

“ fuck”

I get a bit frantic and grab my arm the cut seems deep and there’s a lot of blood.

“ I need to get home, fuck.  Thanks for helping me.”

I turn and hurry down the path he follows behind me. What is he doing? I ponder.

“ you don’t need to walk me home.”

“ oh I think I do. There’s a lot of creeps out tonight and you’re making a pretty path of blood for them.”

I look down at the trail of red behind me.

“ I- I guess it’s fine. I was gonna make some dinner, are you hungry?”

“ eh I can eat.” He says

I smile and continue waking him joining next to me.

“ What’s your name, are you a hero?” I ask

“Smh I’m Garou the monster also known as Hero Hunter.”

I look at him in amusement.

“ ohhh thats you?” I look him up and down

“ You seem pretty young to be beating all those s-class hero’s.”

I’m petting his ego and I can tell he likes it.

“ what can I say I’m stronger than any of those chumps.“

If he only knew I think to myself. I Slow down as we come upon my apartment building

“ This is me.”

He nods and follows me in.

As I walk up to my door I see him looking around as if we’re about to be attacked.

“ You ok Garou?”

“ Yea just making sure.”

I shrug and unlock my door.

“ Not much it’s just me. “ I say and walk in.

I set my purse on the kitchen counter and go into my fridge pulling out what I need to make dinner.

“ do you want pork or steak for dinner.”

He’s just standing In the middle of my living room looking uncomfortable.

“Uh- steak”

He comes to me and grabs my arm his touch makes me feel hot.

“let me clean this up for you.”

“ oh alright thanks. The bathrooms over there.”

I walk in grabbing my first aid kit from the closet reaching up to get it it barley grazing my fingers. I could feel my mini skirt raise as I stretch to reach the cool air hitting my ass.

“ how the fuck did I even put it up there.” I groan.

A hand comes behind me and grabs it with ease. I feel his body push into my back as he does. I can’t lie I definitely leaned into his warmth.

“ oh ”

Garou looks at me then the tub

“ Sit there.” He say plainly.

I sit on the edge of the tub. He kneels down at my level taking out some peroxide and bandages. With no hesitation he grabs my arm and starts to pour the peroxide. I wince a bit but the pain isn’t too bad.

“ you’re lucky you don’t need stitches.” He says eyes still focused on my wound.

“ yea, lucky you showed up.”

I catch him half smile.

He begins to wrap the bandage around my arm the blood has already stopped.

“There all done.”

He gets up I look up at his domineering stature. He looks down at me.

“So… when’s dinner.” His words rock me from my gaze.

“Oh uh I’ll get it started now.” I stand from the tub and headed straight for the kitchen.

I decide on some sautéed bok Choy, rice and steaks for dinner.

I look over at Garou and catch him starring.  

“Garou the remotes right there, you want a drink?”

His eyes perk up.

“ Water?” He says plainly.

I stare back “Come get it then. “

I take a glass and set it on the counter I then open the fridge and take out my brita filter. He pours himself a glass and chugs it like nothing. He pants and starts to fill another glass chugging it as well. I watch in amazement giggling.

“ wow” I whisper

He pounds his chest with his fist and then stretches his arms looking pleased.

“Thanks I was thirsty.”

He saunters back to the couch and I continue cooking.

Slicing the meat and scooping in the rice I layered the meat and placed the bok choy next to it nicely in the bowl.

“ Dinners ready.” I announce

No reply. I turn to say it again and u see he’s laying on the couch asleep. I blush. Am I insane letting this hot stranger in my house, I mean who does this? He looks like he hasn’t had a good nights rest in days. Perhaps letting him have a night on your couch would be a good deed for his heroic act.

I nudge his hard shoulder “ Garou dinn-“

He grabs my hand from his shoulder with a hard grip. I gasp at his quick reflex. He releases his hold and sits up.

“ I’m starving, smells good.”

He gets up and walks toward my small dining table next to my window making it look like a little date. He pulls out his chair and sits pouring himself another glass of water. I join him my mind swimming from his touch not knowing what to say. I’m about to speak when he starts scarfing down his bowl of food.

“Oh it’s kinda hot.”

My comment doesn’t stop him for a second as he continues to ravage his food. I feel my ears get hot and my stomach flutter. Why is this exciting me? I eat while I watch him go over to the kitchen for seconds. He comes back and sits looking at me up and down. He starts taking it slower this time.

“ How old are you?” I ask

“18.” He responds flatly

“ Hah really 18? You look mature for your age.” It’s the muscles I thought to myself.

“ and you?” He asks while taking a bite.

“ I’m 20.”

He nods and keeps eating.

“Garou I don’t know if you have a place but you can crash here if you want for the night.” 

I feel I spoke to eager wanting to get it over with he makes me so nervous. I wait in anticipation for his answer.

“ Yea thanks.“

I beam bright with a smile. Finishing up my food I notice Garou is in his 8th glass of water. I begin collecting dishes and to my surprise he starts to help.I bring the dishes to the sink and so does he.

“ Do you mind if I take a shower?”he asks timidly.

“ Of course not, here.” I go towards my linen closet pulling out a fresh fluffy towel.

“There’s soap and stuff on the tub take your time.” I smile

He just kinda stared at me for a moment. I can tell he’s not used to such hospitality.

With a simple nod and a smirk he turns to the bathroom closing the door. I sigh and return to my dishes.

I’m about done with the dishes when I hear the squeak of the faucet turning off. I wait in anticipation for him to come out but perhaps he’d like some privacy. Who am I kidding. I just want a peek so bad. I feel awkward waiting for him to come out so I decide to change into my pjs. Peeing off the days uniform perhaps I should’ve showered too. I grab a pair of panties, pj shorts and a loose cropped tank top I had. Not wanting to look too revealing but leaving some to the imagination. I hear the bathroom door open. Then my bedroom door starts to turn.

“ Oh sorry I didn’t know where you were.”

He’s just in a towel. In my room. Just me and him.

“Can I wash my clothes do you mind.”

His black shirt and white pants in his hand reaching out to me. I take them still not able to from words.

“ Y-yea I’ll put them in now.” I stutter

I feel the heat of my embarrassment radiating off my skin. I hurry to my washer and dryer tossing in his dirty clothes.

“ It should be like and hour ish. I might have some clothes from my ex that would fit you.”

I go into my bedroom closet fishing for some old sweatpants and a T-shirt. When I get up he’s right behind me. He’s about a 7 inches taller than me making me feel small but in an exciting way.

“ Are these ok? “ my voice comes out in mumbles. He doesn’t say anything just taking the clothes.

He drops his towel and I feel my body go stiff. He starts with the shirt short sleeve black tee putting it on his bottom half still bare. I don’t dare to look just staring at his chest. He puts on the sweatpants one leg at a time. Looking at me he doesn’t look at all phased by his actions. I on the other hand feel as if all the blood in my body dropped to my feet. He puts his hand on my shoulder.

“Thanks cutie.”

With that he walks back over to the couch and lays down.

Im stuck in place still processing what just happened. I clear my throat and get up from the floor to walk to the kitchen for some water. I look at the clock the time saying 11:30. I should probably turn in soon. But how am I supposed to sleep with this man two feet away. I go back into my linen closet and grab an extra blanket. I didn’t have a pillow so I grab him one of mine  

“ Garou here” I hand them to him.

He props the pillow under his head and fixes the blanket. Seeing him so vulnerable I wonder when’s the last time someone saw him like this. He doesn’t say anything feeling its my que to let him get some sleep.

“ Goodnight Garou. “ I say and close my door

I sigh and slide off my shorts and stretch my arms. I should get a cat or something I’m sick of these lonely nights, well I guess tonights not so lonely. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling.  How can I sleep how, he’s right outside! I’m just doing him a favor I cant over think this. I turn to my side staring out the window the moonlight kissing my skin. I hear stirring outside maybe Garou is restless too. My body start to drift into slumber when I hear my door knob turning. I whip my head to the door seeing it slowly open. I debate if I should pretend to be sleeping or explore what’s about to come next. I watch him open my door peeking his head in

“ Yo, you awake?” He asks

Propping up I look at him through lidded eyes.

“ I cant sleep, what’s up.” he walks in holding my pillow in his arms.

He tosses the pillow at me and takes a seat on my bed.

“ You’ve been… nice to me, I hurt heros but you don’t seem to care…why?” He asks.

I think to myself again if he only knew.

“Anyone can be a hero Garou it’s about the passion I suppose or maybe it’s the money. I’d say it’s just not that black and white. Perhaps some of this pompous s-class need to be taken down a peg. And from what ive heard you haven’t killed anyone so.”

He turns his head to me looking for a moment before turning his body and getting under the covers.

“Garo-“

I cant finish my thought when I feel his hands on my bare thighs, sliding up my hips and waist.

“You wanna know why I really couldn’t sleep huh?” He whispers into my neck me before leaving a wet kiss he grabs my hips and lifts me up a bit pulling me down underneath him. My brain doesn’t have time to react his mouth still on my neck. My hands travel to his hair gripping as his teeth nip my sensitive skin.

“ Your fuckin pillow smells so ,much of you I couldn’t stop myself from coming in here.”

His hands come up to my chest kneading my breast tenderly.

“ You do this for everyone who saves you huh? You bring heroes back here and show them the gratitude you’re showing me?” He growls

His teeth connecting to my collar bone.

“ Only you Garou, mm” his mouth is sucking my sweet spot my back arches off the bed his hands roaming my whole body. So strong and controlled. How is this happening right now it has to be a dream.

he detaches from me for a moment lifting himself up.

“Come here.” He demands pulling me up into a sitting positing he’s infornt of me his eyes turning feral. His hands come to the hem of my shirt lifting it. Now leaving me in just a skimpy pair of panties.

He looks me up and down hungrily. He grabs my hand and attaches it to his groin, his hard cock underneath.

“ You feel that hm.” He pushes my hand harder his other hand grips my hair tugging my head towards his.

“ Thats all for you, now it’s time for me to be generous ” he says before finally kissing me. His mouth dominating. Mine in the most succulent way. I suck on his bottom lip his tongue dipping into my mouth. He tastes amazing, his hands gripping my waist I cant hold back and moan in his mouth.  He detaches his mouth with a smack of our lips.

“ Mmm, sit on my lap.”

He lifts his body off mine sitting up against the bed frame patting his thighs beckoning me. I sit up and hesitantly mount him. I guess I was taking to long because with an impatient groan Garou grabs my ass pulling me into his lap making me straddle him.

“ Ah- much better.” He says with a smack of my ass making me yelp.

Before I can protest his mouth is on mine again. Both his hands squeezing and kneading my ass while he moved me down into his hips grinding against him. Fuck if it didn’t feel amazing. My head was swimming lost in the kiss when he detached and quickly takes off his shirt. We’re now skin to skin as he pulls me into another kiss. My soft supple breast rubbing against the his hard chest. The heat coming off his body made me swell overcome with him. My panties began to dampen more and more by the minute and he still had his sweat pants on. Groaning I stop,

“ Garou take your pants off too.” I huff

Without a word he lifts his hips shimmying off his sweats. He had nothing underneath forgetting his underwear is in the dryer. His erect manhood springs up making a small slap sound against his tummy.

He looks down then looks up at me with half lidded eyes lust all over him. His mouth is back on my neck his sharp canines digging into my \felsh making me mewl while he adjusts himself underneath me. Moving my ass to grind on his hard cock. My clothed wet pussy rubbing against him he groans throwing his head back and gripping my ass harder bound to make a bruise or two.

“ You’re so beautiful Y/N, tell me how much you want it.” He groans into my ear.

He starts to thrust grinding into my clit I feel drunk off him.

“ Want it so bad Garou.” I feel breathless

He moans at my words flipping us over him now on top in a swift motion I can’t keep up.

“ How are you so strong??” I say dizzily  

He laughs and dips his head down to my chest kissing and sucking at my tender breast my back arching while his hands grip my inner thighs. All of this stimulation body heat and his sexual aroma is becoming overbearing feeling my pussy throbbing for his touch.

I open my eyes and grab one of his hands placing it on the hem of my panties.

“ Hmm eager huh?”

He moves my panties down my thighs leaving me bare to him.

“Ahh you’re sooo wet.”

His fingers find my clit rubbing slow circles his mouth agape, eyes enticed. His hands leave me brining by his fingers to his mouth moaning as he sucked off my wetness.

“ Ohh you’re nasty.” I say licking my lips.

He bites his lips leaning further over me till his mouth is over mine.

“ You don’t even know.”

He tongue is in my mouth I can’t taste myself on his lips as he slowly works his middle and ring finger into my sopping heat. I gasp with approval a big goofy grin on my face.

“ Yeah you like that.” He growls

“ Ah garou deeper mm-.”

I didn’t have to ask twice an evil glint behind his eyes. Pushing his fingers in deep leaving them there for a moment before curling them up. My body is getting hot as he rubs my g-spot that spot I can’t even reach myself. he works them building up a steady pace while his other hand is behind my neck deepening our kiss. He leans back to let me take a breathe. Gasping I look down watching his fingers disappear into my heat over and over again. I feel my band is about to snap watching his biceps flex not missing a beat.

“ Fuck… you’re gonna make me cum  ”

“ Mmm no I’m not.” he responds by taking back his fingers leaving me on edge. I let out a muffled whine almost a cry.

“ Aw don’t worry I’m gonna make you cum.”

He adjust himself at my entrance rubbing my clit with his tip a few times.

“But it’s gonna be all over my dick first.”

He slowly pushes in, he had to be at least 7.5/8 inches. I wince at the stretch grabbing onto his shoulder and back my nails digging into his hard muscled flesh. He bottoms out in me leaning off me and pushing my knees into my chest deepening himself within me. I gasp at the stretch biting my lip to suppress painful whine. I look to Garou and see His eyes are closed tight.

“ I don’t wanna scare you. But I’ve been really pent up. “

He says without looking at me.

“Look at me.” I demand

He opens his eyes looking down at my blissful appearance, eyes glossy, cheeks tinted red, lips puffy and mouth agape. In the moment I’m his and I’ll do anything he wants. The thought almost made him cum right there. But he held back. Slowly he starts to pull out and glide himself back in till your hips connected.

“ Stop holding back Garou. You don’t scare me“

He looks taken aback maybe I shouldn’t push him I don’t know him. Would he hurt me? The unknown is thrilling and I am willing. A moment passed and his thrusts become harder picking up some speed. He leans down to my ear.

“ I don’t wanna hurt you y/n.” He says kissing my ear still keeping a steady thrust.

“ You won’t hurt me please, I need it. “

With that he lifts off me scooping his arm underneath my back flipping me on my stomach. I Yelp at his fluid movements. He grabs my hips lifting them up putting me in an ass up face down position.

“ you asked remember that.”

“Wha-“

He dives in deep poking at my cervix making me clench around him. He starts to pound into me I’m choking out groans and gasps sweat beading at my hair line my body moving with his thrusts. He isn’t holding back anymore feeling his power all over me. I wish I could see him, fuck I wish I had a big mirror in here. I can feel his concentration

The sound of our sweat kissed skin slapping fills my room. I want to turn and look at him but fuck it feels to good I feel cock dumb. He knocks me from my delirium by slapping my ass hard twice making moan. He keeps his rock hard pace I feel him reach around starting to rub my clit I feel my knees start to buckle. I moan into my pillow suppressing the sound. I guess he didn’t like that. Pulling my hair making me arch my back into him Garou scolds me.

“ I wanna hear all your fucking sounds. Let me hear you.”

I’m basically sitting on him he’s fucking himself up into me I feel limp in his strong gasp. Little pants and whines leave my lips but then his hand is on my clit again.

“ You’re gonna make me cum like that.” I moan.

He bites and sucks on my neck his other hand on my breast pinching and slapping.

“Ah Garou “ he turns my head kissing me hard a mind altering kiss that almost made me drool.

Feeing closer and closer I’m clenching around him basically milking his cock.

He grabs my hair pulling my head back talking in my ear

“ Yeah you gonna cum, fuckin cum all over me.” He moves his arm around the middle of my body lifting me up a bit as he speed slams into me rubbing my clit feverishly.

“ fuck don’t stop don- Garou !”

My knees buckle together as I cum all over him leaning all my weight on him he supports my used limp body slowing down his pace but still thrusting. I feel his muscles tighten underneath me before he pulls out cumming on my back. He pushes me to lay down on my belly leaving the room for a moment. I lean my head up with a puzzled look on my face. He comes back in with a small towel in his hands.

“Is this okay?” He asks 

I nod. he comes over and wipes my lower back then himself. I sit up against the headboard feeling spent. Naked I get under the covers looking at Garou who doesn’t seem like he knows what to do next. I lift the blanket and pat the mattress beckoning him and tojoin me. He lays with me also having no clothes on I blush.

“That was a good warmup for tomorrow.”

“ Huh what’s tomorrow?” I question

Looking at me he smiles and says

“ Revenge. “ 

the moment takes a pause of silence. I’m staring at him giddy.

“ Well after your revenge you should come see me for a cool down eh?” I say nuzzling my body into him yawning.

“ Goodnight Garou. “

He kisses my head

“Goodnight y/n.”

By the morning I wake up to him putting on his fresh clothes standing at the door of my bed.

“Oh I didn’t wanna wake you.” He says

I yawn and stretch my arms.

“ Off for revenge huh?”

He rubs the back of his neck

“ Uh yea.”

He walks around the bed to me leaning down on to me.

I place my hand in his cheek staring into his eyes.

“ Please come back Garou.”

He doesn’t make a promise but kisses me deeply our kiss heating up into a make out. I kiss his neck leaving a mark on him. I giggle leaning back smiling at him.

“ Good luck Hero Hunter.”

And with that he gets up looking me over once more and leaves.

I turn back over in my bed lost in the thought all I have of him are the bruises he left on my body. I smile in full content sleep overcoming. I hope I see you soon Garou and I pray you never find out my secret.

a/n: technically a fic but too lazy to edit a header. tagging @slttygeto @crysugu @omgeto @ohmygetou @lvlybee @hyomagiri @jabamin ☆

warnings: roommate!geto, soft dom!geto, semi-public sex (the public being gojo & shoko lol), exhibitionism, praise, finger sucking, pet names, fingering, clit stimulation, oral (m receiving), reader chokes a little, cum shot, unprotected sex, riding, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

thinking about roommate!geto and having those dormitory movie nights like i mentioned in the roommate fic but now that you’re together and cuddling on the couch, gojo and shoko can’t help but playfully gag and tease the two of you — geto is smooth, always stroking your hair while his honeyed eyes only stay staring at you as they play some stupid lovey song like spandau ballet’s true in the background.

but what geto loves more than feeling your skin burn from the teasing and your soft sighs of love through your kisses is snaking his hand over your lap with the blanket that’s covering the both of you. it’s winter in tokyo, anyway, so at least you had the excuse of that over your bodies while geto teases the skin above your waistband.

“but they’re right there—” fingers clasped around his wrist as a warning. the movement is so quick the snack bowl almost topples over.

“relax...” geto lands a peck to your temple, smiling when he feels your hand loosens as soon as the warmth of his hand meets with the warmth of your cunt, “be quiet for me and i’ll let you cum.”

you hum in reply, wrapping an arm around his bicep now to stay closer to him, making a show that nothing sinister is going on under your pants and blanket. with one peek to shoko and gojo who’s engrossed with the movie (geto planned this, didn’t he?), you’re melting into the couch when an experimental finger rubs a lazy circle on your clit.

geto smiles at the way you nuzzle closer to him, hearing the whisper of a soft moan before his finger moves down, down, down, letting out a small groan when he feels that you’re already so wet.

“how’re you going to cum now, princess?” geto plays with your juices, your senses on end and wishing the fabric on you wouldn’t move so much, “you’re so wet that they could probably hear your cum drip down my hands.”

you tsk and pinch his bicep softly, “meanie. and who did this to me?”

geto chuckles, catching your lips in a soft kiss, “okay, okay. touché.”

the first push into your warm, wet pussy is phenomenal, both of your eyes closing as you squeeze around his thick finger. it reaches just like you remember the last time, mouth dug into his shirt sleeve to prevent any noise.

“second,” he whispers softly, eyes staying on the screen but not really digesting anything: he’s more fixated on the tightness of which you hang onto his side, the tightness of your walls, nudging past your folds with a second finger, “that’s it, good girl.”

geto mumbles into your hair and ignores the twitch of his cock, but he makes the mistake of pulling his eyes away from the television to you, who already has sweat lining your brow and your chin making an indent in his arm so that you’re staring up at him. your eyes are pleading, swirling with clouds of lust that suguru instinctively curls his fingers and has the pleasure of seeing your eyes widen and your mouth fall open in silence.

“doing so well, baby. you close?” geto cannot pull away from your hypnotising stare, so he holds it and finds himself getting weaker and weaker, “you’re throbbing.”

and you laugh lightly, ragged breaths leaving your person as his hands speed up just a little but like he said — you’re just too wet that they’d hear the squelch of your cunt so he continues to curl his fingers instead while your hand rubs at your clit. you’re squeezing suguru’s arm so tight your knuckles are probably white, heating up his skin with your irregular pants and whines.

your hips start to grind into his despite your initial caution and geto shoots you a cheeky smile before his fingers hit that spot and you’re making the move to moan and geto crashes his lips into yours — that gesture alone makes you cum, hands impatiently playing with your bundle of nerves as the coil in your tummy releases and you thank the heavens geto’s taking the bulk of your sounds.

“oh— just like that, sweetheart.” his voice strains a little as he lets you ride his fingers through your orgasm until you’re catching your breath, “still with me?”

you nod against his arm and sigh when his fingers leave your clenching hole; “always with you.” geto denies the flutter of his heart when you say that, pecking your forehead gently.

and all is well until you four are on your third movie and gojo and shoko are nodding off because they technically did have a tiring day ushering in freshmen today so once they knock out, geto’s surprised when your hand also travels over his body. they go over his arms, his pecs and to his torso and a single finger traces the happy trail right down to his cock and geto swallows.

“what happened to my shy girl?” he bites his lip, the dialogue on the movie now lost to him while you take the fingers that were in you before and shove them in your mouth — they still vaguely tasted like you, the websites were correct, you fear — twisting your tongue over his digits.

“gone.” you grin before you’re moving under the blanket, but not before giving your friends one last glance and they’re knocked out cold, “lemme suck your cock, su.”

suguru smiles, “slut.”

you shrug at the name; you know it’s done playfully and jokingly, “only f’r you.”

and geto hopes that’s true because when you’re the cutest when you tug off his underwear and his fat, throbbing cock slaps his abdomen from how painfully hard he was. you’re the cutest when you wrap your hands around him and even then it’s not enough to cover his length. you’re the cutest when you look up at him through your lashes and give the smallest kiss to his tip which is leaking so much pre-cum he’s a little embarrassed.

it’s a shame he had no chance of experiencing this the first time but then, he was focused solely on you and your pleasure, so seeing you between his legs now was a treat, especially the way your tongue swirls around his tip and scoops up his arousal.

“didn’t know you took dick so well,” geto breathlessly mumbles when you start to bob your head, brushing fingers through your hair and pulling the strands away from your mouth. you moan at that, squeezing his length and forcing him down your throat until—

“woah, woah, easy baby,” geto calms you down through your coughing fit and all you do is hide in his thighs, face hot.

“sorry.” is all you mutter and your lover brings you from your hiding place where there’s a pout on your face and tears lining your eyes when you’ve gagged earlier.

suguru tilts your chin up with a hand and kisses you gently, “nothin’ to be sorry bout, my love,” playing with your bottom lip and places another peck, always not being able to resist your lips, “i’ll train you next time,” that sends a thrill down to your core, “but for now, take it slow.”

“’kay,” you’re meek now, taking his shaft with more consideration but your mouth’s still as hot as ever. geto lets out a small moan, letting you go at your own pace no matter how much he wanted fuck your face. you run a long stripe up the bottom of his length, thumb playing with his tip while his eyes stay fixated on you taking him down your throat so well.

“use your hands— y-yes, fuck,” geto encourages, as you use your hands to pump the areas you’re not able to reach, the little stutters in his voice sending tingles down to your centre. “hollow your cheeks, baby— that’s righttt... mouth’s warm, huh?”

you slurp your saliva off his dick and come off, smiling at him, “yeah.”

he hums while you continue the bobbing of your head and the moans that you let out around his shaft send vibrations up his body. suguru twitches in your mouth and his thigh tenses.

“close—” geto’s moans get breathy and choked the closer he is to his high, hips bucking up into your mouth. there’s drool that drips from the corners and the sounds of your mouth being so full of his cock sends him into overdrive, “wanna— wanna cum all over your face, princess.”

you whine, the slurping and gawking noises getting faster before you’re letting his cock with a gasp, pumping him while your dilated eyes look up to him and him only. tongue out and soft, warm hands, and they all belong to you — truly the only person to get him so riled up and hard — he pulls on your hair before he spills all over your face. his seed’s so much, hitting your tongue and cheeks and you jolt slightly in surprise.

“f—fuck yesss... look s’pretty with my cum all over your face,” geto’s mouth hangs open at the sight, hips still jerking as your hands stroke and milk him until he’s got nothing left, grip loosening and then tightening when you gather his cum and then eat it all up, “attagirl.”

“you taste good, sugu,” you giggle, letting him pull you over and you take it as a sign to do away with the blanket altogether. with one more glance you now see shoko slouched over gojo and both of them drooling from the mouth; yeah you could fuck.

“that so?” geto pulls you in for a kiss, “guess i’m healthy then.”

“hm... don’t know, need your cum in me to do a proper check,” suguru’s hands fly to your hips instantly when you tease his cockhead along your folds, not even having the energy to comment on your little joke, eyes fluttering close and he stammers—

“b—baby, still sens’tive.”

you whine playfully, “please?”

there’s no answer from him when you slide down on him easily, and he sighs when his eyes open — the backlight of the television makes him think that maybe you were an angel to descend upon him, “y’know i can never say no to you, sweetheart.”

and you’re losing yourself in him after, his hands helping you ride him while you bounce on his lap. your head hangs forward, foreheads connected as your breath fans over his face. with each time his cock bottoms out of you, there’s the spill of your juices all over his torso and pelvis, entranced with your gummy walls until the shift of the two people beside you make you freeze.

they’ve both changed positions now: shoko’s head thrown back over the back of the sofa while gojo hangs over the side arm rests — you both share a little giggle and a breath of relief before suguru seizes your chin and forces you to look down.

“can’t last long, your pussy’s just too good,” your lover rasps out, your thighs burning, “so i want you watch to how you take my cock, baby.”

and you could cum from those words alone, yet you follow his orders before he starts to thrust up into you, whining right into his neck. his hips are relentless and his hands knead at your ass, eyes focusing on the way you watch your sopping cunt suck him up.

“s’good, s’good— fuuckk...” you whimper softly, chin hitting your chest as you watch the drag of his cock, in and out, in and out before seeing him twitch and your moans consist of his name only, “suguru, suguru, suguruuu....”

“almost there, cum with me sweetness,” geto groans when your body collapses onto him and he can feel your perk nipples poke into his chest, reminiscent of the very first time you thanked him for letting you room with him. how thankful he was, now. he lets you hide in his neck despite disobeying his request — you’re the only one he’d let do that — and he has an easier time ramming into you from below anyway.

it’s obscene, the slaps of his pelvis against the fat of your ass cheeks, coupled with the slickness of your drooling pussy, it’s got the both of you moaning softly into each other’s mouths before geto’s rutting into you hurriedly and messily. he continues his thrusts, fucking his cum into you until it starts to spill out the sides and you’re cumming right after when his tip kisses your cervix oh, so lightly, sending your thighs trembling and pussy fluttering.

“clenching ’round me so bad— shit, you’re cumming so much,” suguru laughs, cut off by a choked moan when your hips adjust. there’s a filthy shlick! that is sounded out when geto removes his cock from you and the mixture of your cum comes dripping out. he licks his lips when he watches it dribble out of your entrance.

“you’re so gross—” you grin, brushing the sweat-filled hair out of his face.

“like you’re not,” geto purses his lips and clicks his tongue, “sucking me off in front of friends.”

“it’s hot.”

the gears are turning in suguru’s head, and you just know you’re in for it when he picks you up swiftly, shoving your body into the sofa and he drags his weeping tip along your cum-filled cunt.

“oh yeah? let’s go till we wake the neighbours, baby.”

the next morning, you’re waking up with a pounding headache and aching legs, reaching over the bedside table (a gentleman like suguru would never leave you on the couch) before a text from gojo lights up the phone and you’re mortified.

[satoru (loser) 🧿👄🧿]: i heard u btw