Would like to request a chihiro x male reader fic where they just got toghever and even as days pass reader still feels like he isnt able to surpass that barrier of ice Chihiro has around himself.
And maybe they could resolve things while fucking as Chihiros cold facade turns into a whining mess🤤 But only if you want to of course.
Tysm already,love your work!!
Ooh mamacita, I've been waiting for this. I've dreamt a whole life with these requests. I'm leaking all over the place. please.
as days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months, chihiro hasn't found a way to warm up to you completely!
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tw: nsfw, top!male reader, bottom!character, more of a romantic plot but still, awkward first time, praise.
November 1st,
The first entry to your journal was marked with that date. Your messy handwriting sprawled over the page as if you couldn't contain your excitement or panic? Chihiro's brows twitch in concern before he quickly smooths it out, not wanting to draw your attention as you fidget with his enchanted sword.
Even with Enten sheathed, Chihiro felt your energy vibrating through the thick bamboo wood of the swords cover. Your heart pulses like a drummer banging his instrument. Fingertips digging into the handle like you wanted to imprint yourself into it.
Chihiro rids himself of the thought of you standing anxiously on the other side of the room, watching him carefully so that he could keep his vision from blurring as he shuts the journal and inspects the outside.
Worn down. . . Used.
The binder of the brown leather journal has an initial carved into it — C.R.
Every bit of your personality sparks the journal in Chihiro's hands. You've made it into your own, and it strikes a massive interest in his core.
"Sooo.." You clear your throat. Chihiro turns his head to glance at you, and he instantly spots the way your pulse jumps on your neck. "S-so, do you.. like my room? Isn't it cool?"
In a fit of nervous energy, you give a small spin to gesture the room.
Chihiro opens his coat to 'casually' and carefully hide the small journal marked C.R. in his pocket before you can see him doing so as if he wasn't going to read through the pages when he was alone.
His breath catches in his throat at how anxious you seem before he nods wordlessly. He could see himself coming in here often. It smells like you. A soft, soapy smell fills the air, and he can't help the way he leans into it because it reminds him so much of you.
You bite at your inner cheek to hide a satisfied smile and take a half-step towards him, only for him to take a step back. His shoulder bumps into the lampshade placed beside the desk with the action.
A weak, shaky smile is placed on your face. You could only manage enough composure to hold out Enten for him— he had prompted you to hold onto it while he used your restroom and didn't ask for it back when he decided to inspect your room too.
"Here." You tried to hide the way your heart broke at his distance.
Chihiro has always been like this with you. Quiet, and... and cautious. He keeps his distance despite knowing so much about you. In spite of him knowing how much you liked him and why you do so.
Chihiro is like this with you.
He just is.
Because with everyone else; he seems more comfortable. He acts with his heart and his head. With you, it seems to be his head and his body.
And his body never hides his discomfort.
It confused you immensely. You were his as he was yours. Why did he feel the need to tense his shoulders when you walked in?
The red eyed boy nods and steps up to grab it carefully, "Thank you, [Name]."
"Yeah." You reply breathlessly.
"Let's get going." Chihiro orders as he loops Enten in his halter. His fingers clench around the handle in a nervous habit before his left hand reaches out to grip your wrist lightly (he feels your blood pumping through your veins at the touch) to lead you out with him.
He's embarrassed. . . You noted as you watched the back of his head. To anyone else, he would have just been dragging along his friend outside with a blank expression. To you, he is your boyfriend who rarely touches you, but he doesn't mind leading you head first in case danger striked. He's confident in his ability to protect you and it shows that much but he isn't confident when it comes to holding your hand — which is why he resorts to holding your wrist instead. Why is he always so embarrassed?
"...Can I ask you a question, Chihiro?" You lips part when your voice comes out shaky. Chihiro's ears perk up, much like a kittens, pausing in the middle of the hallway to place his focus on you. "... Uhm, uh-..."
With his eyes on you and his grip still warm and tight, you loose your train of thought. It felt like crickets were chirping in the back of your head and they all decided to band together to eat away at your brain — all they'll taste is your worry anyway, not much need for concern really...
Chihiro waits patiently.
He blinks slowly, lashes fluttering with every blink, and brings his bottom lip in between his teeth, chewing softly. He's never looked quite guilty as that before.
Your eyebrows shoot up upon further notice.
"Why do you look like that?" You asked abruptly.
Out of context, yes, you can understand why that would cause someone to be offended. You weren't the greatest at picking out your words (quite the contrary to Chihiro). But, within context, you simply wanted to know what was on his mind to figure out why he gave you such an expression.
Heat rises to Chihiro's face and he looks to the side, genuinely caught off guard by your question. His eyes shift from the carpeted floor, to your shoes pressed up to the furthest corner of the room before they finally dropped to his coat. His pocket is heavy with your journal.
When his grip loosens off your wrist, you were quick to backtrack, "I mean. You have this look on your face- not, it's not ugly. You're not ugly, dear me, not at all. Sorry for how it came out, I'm wondering why you look like that?"
You send him a boyish smile to cover up your stuttering nature, too cute for chihiro to not gaze at. His glare is heavy. Heart pounding. But it doesn't last long as he turns to walk again, his fingers weakly digging into your veins to feel your heart beating beneath his touch.
"... Thanks." He replies to your compliment (if one could call it that), but he does not mention that he's got your journal tucked away in the confinements of his coat. "You don't often ask me things. I've come to that realization just now.. it makes me wonder what you really wanted to ask me..."
"Oh." You shrug lightly. "Sorry, it's - it's a habit, i guess. I wanted to ask why.. why did you happen to look so tense? Did you need a massage or what? I can help you out, Chihiro -"
He reaches the door for you and slids it open with such delicate silence that you were almost afraid of breaking it. Surely, he can hear you swallow nervously...
Chihiro briefly considers your offer, but that is not why he is so tense. The sun hits his face as he steps outside your family house with you in tow. "I didn't realize you've noticed."
The rays of sunlight peak through his spiky hair and warm his scalp. He's been growing it out because you mentioned it looking good on him. He remembers it clearly — 'Do you style your hair? I like it like this.' — it was the first time you ever played with his hair, the light tugging of your hands in his hair left him feeling breathless.
"I notice a lot of things about you, 'hiro." His breath hitches at your words. In an almost reverent nature, you smiled down at him as he turned to you, startled. You held such a tender grin on your face that you can see the effects it has on him.
His body goes tense again, and his hands drop to his side, clenching and unclenching his fist like he can still feel your pulse under his.
You almost wanted to push more affection onto him to test why he seems so afraid of you. But you knew that could possibly drive him further away, so you bear the pain of his discomfort to keep him as close as he can let you.
"..." Chihiro frowns in confusion, his nose scrunching with the expression. "Shiba, Hinao, Char... they're waiting on us for dinner..."
Right... You've all agreed to eat dinner like normal people. Like the son of Rokuhira Kunishige wasn't on a revenge mission and that everyone else wasn't hiding secrets about themselves (more like you're starting to feel bitter about Chihiro's coldness).
You bought him in your home in hopes of letting him have an insight into your life — to look at your photographs on the wall and to maybe meet your family, but they just happened to be busy. Maybe you hoped for something more, something far more precious, a side of his vulnerability, his weaknesses and his strengths, his body, his mind, and his soul.
Instead, you were a desperate frog trapped on a sinking water lily with clueless fish surrounding the lake who poke and prod at you.
"...Okay." And yet, you still didn't question the way his breathing stuttered in relief.
. . .
November 1st,
i bumped into a boy while getting ice cream. he was so pretty that i believed he was a dream. his eyes were breathtaking as were his lashes, they were dark. his eyes were red btw. red. and his nose, oh, if i could give birth, i would give birth to a bunch of his kids with his nose structure. and he had this scar on the side of his head. it was a big contrast against the sharpness of his features but i believe it suited him.
November 6th,
i've seen him again. i really hope he doesn't think i'm a stalker. wait, i'm getting ahead of myself. he probably doesn't remember me. it's whatever. so, i see him walking down the street with his little sister(?), i think. they didn't really look a like, but siblings come in different shapes and sizes? and she wants ice cream, and i think to myself me too! so i follow after them. maybe i was hoping to talk to him. yeah, i was. did and done. i wonder if he even likes ice cream, i saw him being ice cream, and i rambled to him about my favorite flavor, and he sticked around and listened. i think he was trying to be polite. i liked it, so i pretended we were friends already and that i knew him.
at first, i could see the confusion of it. he tried to remember me then he admitted that he doesn't recognize me. this. this is where my plan starts to work out, his little sister helped me out by saying his name; chihiro. argh, even his name suits him. so chihiro, his sister and i eat ice cream together in tense silence. did he have friends? oh no, what if he didn't and he thought i was poking fun at him?
November 9th,
his little sister found me. she keeps doing this. i don't even know her name but i know that she's got a big appetite for such a little body. she asked me superficial questions- i'm not a fan of them but what a kid doesn't know won't hurt them. there was something in the pit of my stomach that warned me to stay away from her. she's a cute thing but, things weren't adding up. especially when a random man appeared in the middle of my kitchen, he teleported inside and ate my food and took her away! what normal kid goes along with that??
Chihiro smiles to himself, and the tips of his ears burn harshly. He can just imagine Char's joyful nature as she was being fed by a total stranger. He flips through the pages, aware that he only ever has limited time by himself whenever the world slept. When he catches sight of his name- he stops to read with wide eyes.
November 22nd,
chihiro is much more observant than i can even begin to explain. he sees when a hair is out of place on shiba's very slimy head and when the cornea of an eye is off centered. but he's also so blind to my feelings. i didn't expect myself to be this taken by him. i can't help it. he's just kind. he's very kind and thoughtful, but he's distant and cold at the same time. i want to go beneath those walls, not to benefit me, but because i have seen how he is... i would like for him to have someone he can be himself with. that if he wants to cry, he can go ahead and do it. if he wants to laugh and get angry a second later, he should feel safe to do so. i am not opposed to that being me.. however, chihiro is blind to this, even when i tell him honestly, on my own life, what i would like.
November 31st,
i've asked him out. i'm pretty sure my face was redder than a tomato and that my voice was shaky. it was embarrassing as much as it was exhilarating. he's been so busy with other things that I really doubt he'd even consider it, but he said yes?? i'm so confused, but i'm so happy. i've planned the perfect date with him.
Unknown,
i can't remember the date. i can't remember the time, i can't remember what happened exactly, but chihiro kissed my cheek. his lips were cold, which wasn't a problem considering how hot my face became once i realized the reality of the situation. he kissed my cheek goodbye before he left for a mission. i regret not asking him why he felt the need to do it when he always returns..
Chihiro, on the other hand, remembers it clearly. He was overwhelmed with an urge - it was strange, and it made the pit of his stomach tingle. He didn't expect himself to do it.
The last time he kissed someone... it was his dad (and he was also extremely young). His lips only know the taste of copper from his blood, the salt of his sweat, and the savory taste of food.
But, before he left, he lingered in your space. Your eyes kept holding his gaze as if you were waiting for him to leave, and he remembered how his eyes welled up with unshed tears before he blinked them away.
You told him in a whisper: 'Come back soon, Hiro.'
And instead of a nod or a ghost of a smile as he usually does, he leaned into you and pecked your cheek with a racing heart. It was a quick one. The type Chihiro gave to his dad when he was embarrassed about it. But the feelings were different here. It was intentional and heart pounding, to him, at least.
He wanted to reassure you in the best way possible that he will return and that... that there is more of him than just a straight face.
That now, his lips know the sweet taste of your skin.
December 5th,
it snowed when chihiro walked with me. i've heard fairy tales that say the first snowfall with a lover will be the one to keep forever. i sure hope so. i'll keep the memories of chihiro forever, and if i were to lose them all, i would love to go through it all again. but i don't ever want to forget the sight of a snowflake falling on the bridge of his red-tinted nose. he was cold, i could tell, but he never mentioned it and denied it when i asked. so i wrapped my scarf around him silently. thinking about it now, it was very cheesy, but i was honored to know that he kept it on even after he was in the comfort of hinao's warm home. he never gave it back either, i hope he forgets it's mine. i like him and i like when he carries something of mine.
December 30th,
every time he sits beside me, he goes tense and quiet. but when he's with hakuri, things are more natural. does he even know i dream about him? ahhh!! that's probably it. at least.. maybe he doesn't hate me?
i think i may be jealous of hakuri.
January 16th,
i dreamt about him. it was different from the rest of dreams- like, a lot different, and i feel guilty. i shouldn't be thinking about him like this. i really shouldn't, but i don't know what to do. he -
Chihiro flips through more pages, confused and uncertain. The handwriting becomes more... frustrated, they turn into scribbles, and it's hard to distinguish the letters. Like you rushed through your emotions and patience all at once.
He grips onto your journey tightly, his nails digging into the leather as he tries to find something sensible until — the most recent page, a page numbered 71.
Chihiro presses his thumb into the recycled paper material like it would help him understand you. The ink is fresh. . .
April 1,
i'm too nervous with him.
every night, every day, any time i think of him, i want to love him until he realizes that there is no one else for him.
today i dreamt about him again. about how he would sound if i pressed him into my mattress. would he be whiny? grunty? whimpery? is that even a word?? is he a crybaby —
Chihiro shuts the journal. He quickly glances away from the book with a wide, wavering gaze. He feels his mouth go dry in shock.
His once sturdy and scarred hands are shaking.
He quickly sets the journal down on the couch and stares at it as if the devil created it himself. By the skies, the sea, and the trees; he would have never seen this coming from you, too.
Chihiro is good at observation. He has his father's eyes, both figuratively and literally. He can spot shiba's hair from miles away. He can spot an off centered piece of art. But he did not see this coming.
He keeps his warm heart tucked away beneath a blade he carries around that is painted in his enemies blood. His heart has never touched another's without intention. He does not give himself easily, and he does not plan to do so without genuine commitment.
He understands what it means to lurk around someone like him. All the dangers, the coldness, and the instability of his life. His world is corrupt and dark.
He thought...you were too good for someone like him..
You, in an extraordinary way, never pushed him for anything else but to be himself.
You strive for the things you want. You're responsible and respectful and patient.
So patient that you've been waiting on him to give in to what he wants too. So, he stares at the book, silently assessing it.
Should he continue reading? Should he let his curiosity win?
Chihiro swallows quietly and picks up the book with one hand, holding it away from him as if it'll come to life and start barking at him. If he keeps reading, what will happen next? Will he be able to look you in the eye and pretend he doesn't know what you're thinking about?
Too immersed in his thoughts and worries, he doesn't hear the lights click on until he's able to see how one of his hands is clenching tightly onto his pant leg, and his body flinches slightly at being caught.
"—Chihiro?" His red eyes flint to you. There is that flicker of guilt again before it's washed away, again.
You stand by the entrance of the kitchen with a glass of water, watching him carefully. You glance to the journal in his grasp, and that guilty look suddenly makes sense. "Is that mine?"
Chihiro's gaze drops to his lap as he sets the journal down beside him.
You catch the initials 'C.R.' carved into the binder.
Chihiro Rokuhira.
The journal you created for him alone.
"Oh." You make a pathetic noise lost between a squeak and a huff. "I see..."
There's a tight grip inside of your throat clawing at your esophagus to keep you from throwing up and blurring in your vision as your eyes glaze over with a thin layer of water.
Oh, this can not begin to describe embarrassment.
Your face burns terribly the more you think of it. All those times where you've written your wet dreams in hopes of pushing out your sexual frustrations into something other than your palm.. the pages upon pages describing your feelings for him, the memories dating back months ago — your jealousy.
Chihiro awkwardly shuffles to his feet, covering his shaky hands by clenching them into sweaty fists beside his stiff body. He looks up at you through fluttering lashes before his gaze drops to the floor just as quickly as the glance comes.
A guilty pang thumps at your chest, eyes softening at his struggles.
He's uncomfortable.
You clear your throat and drink the remaining water in your glass cup to rid yourself of the dryness in your mouth, "..S-sorry about that.. I never meant for you to read that.."
In the history of relationships, ever, from when the first humans decided to get together, bang it on, and move onto the next (or whatever goes on in relationships) — there has never been someone who's felt quite as lonely and starved for affection while standing in the same room as their lover as you do.
Or maybe you were just being dramatic.
But he didn't look at you. He stared down at the floorboards, tracing the pattern of wood in his head until it burned behind his eyelids.
He didn't step closer to comfort you like he would've done with anyone else.
He didn't even move as you watched him carefully, a look akin to desperation crossing your features as you hoped he would tell you that he didn't hate what he read.
Please don't be weirded out. . .
Chihiro lets out an air from his nostrils, not quite a sigh, something akin to a laugh and breathes deeply. You watch as he inhales calmly, his fingers finally relaxing at his sides, his knuckles regaining their tan color.
"No, [Name]. I'd like to apologize." Chihiro says. He speaks in a quiet voice. The rumble in his chest no more. It was replaced with a delicate whisper reserved for you alone. "I'm sorry for invading your privacy. I. . . I got curious at the potential of this being written about me. I wanted to know your thoughts and feelings for so long that. . . it didn't matter how I found out. If I had been more upfront with you, you wouldn't have had to suffer all on your own."
You opened your mouth to butt in. However, Chihiro continues.
"But -" He lets out a shaky breath and takes a step back, retracting into himself. He hides in himself again as he tries to find the carefully crafted words he's known for, but that's not what you wanted. You want to scream at him and shake him around until he finally understands that you just want him to be. Without limits or restraint. "But I'm a coward when it comes to you, [Name]."
You gulp and set down the glass on the coffee table by his feet. "How come?"
Chihiro nearly flinches at your question. Like he didn't expect the genuine curiosity in your tone. He raises his head to look at you — your face begged for sleep, but your eyes screamed at him to continue.
"Because I was too afraid to hear them from you; yourself." He is a coward. He's afraid of you and your emotions.
You're wonderful — "It's different with you," — You're special — "It's a little overwhelming." — But I don't hate it.
He presses his fingers together to feel warm again. To shake off the numbness his body has collected over the years of his youthful life.
"Someone like me shouldn't bring you down in my hardships and errors -" Chihiro said, "I tried to distance myself, but I realized that I kept sticking to you in my own selfish ways. And I still want to know about you even when I'm afraid because I will continue to lay my sword and duties aside to have just a second with you."
The room fell quiet except for the heavy exhale you released, your chest rising and falling in a steady motion. He could hear the bed creaking as someone toss and turned around in their bed. He thinks it could've been Char. Or maybe Mr. Shiba...
You watch him with wide eyes, a deep burning taking over your body and shooting down to the very place you prayed for the gods to ignore.
And then, your shift your hips to make the pitching tent less noticeable, but in the still room, there's no denying that Chihiro has spotted it.
His gaze drops to your crotch, his eyes widening by a fraction.
Damn it. . .
You cleared your throat, "Sh-shoot, sorry- I've, I never thought you'd break - I knew what I was getting into when I chose you - I think I need the bathroom —"
"— Let me take care of it." Chihiro cuts in. His own eyes widen at his words before he plays it off by walking closer to you — a newfound glimmer of determination in his eyes. Like he was ready to prove himself.
What.
". . .What?" You smile sheepishly, "What do you mean?"
He steps in front of you with a small tick in his brow. He doesn't know what he's talking about. He glances to the side as the tips of his ears burn a harsh red, "I want. . . to do the things you dream about. I want to prove to you that I can do better."
"This," you take a half-step back to give yourself some space and bring your hands to your lap to provide some coverage. The soft feel of your sweatpants felt tight now. Too tight at his offer. "This is no way to prove it — you can start by.. by just being yourself."
Chihiro frowns lightly at your soft argument, his fight dying just a little because to him, you said no, and he will respect that. "I need a bath. I'll be right back -" You said that, but you still find yourself in the same room with him and the urge to lunge at him with desire. Chihiro shakes his head softly, "No, you don't have to. Let's head to bed together. Can I stay with you?"
(In Chihiro language, this translates as 'I like how you smell, don't wash it off')
You pause, "You want to go to sleep? With me like this?"
Chihiro tried his hardest not to glance downwards, and he repeats his earlier request, "It's not a bother to me. . . I can take care of it."
You make a small defensive noise. Absolutely not. Nonono, this is just a wicked dream. One that hangs your desires right into front of you with a cruel smile.
"Chihiro-" He blinks and waits for you to continue, but your argument dies out. There is no way this is real, right? "... Are you serious?"
You'd be stupid to pass up an opportunity like this.
Dumb, and desperate. That is all you. Needy and clingy. It is also you. So when he says he'll 'take care of it', potentially jerk you off for your pleasure. . . you made your brain forget how to speak.
You don't know the sensations. It's always in the back of your head, but you do not know how it really feels to be touched by another— "I am." Chihiro defends his statement with determination, his eyes twinkling lightly. "...I think about you, too."
"I-" You gulp thickly as your face heats up terribly, "I should wash myself beforehand-"
You're sweaty, bacteria accumulating over your body through hours of sleep but Chihiro likes it. He shakes his head again, "I don't mind it. It's normal..."
"Uhm," You start.
"There will be another time, [Name]." Chihiro finishes with a straight face. like he's reassuring you about not smelling good(???). He steps up with a silent flinch - battle scars are probably ten times better than embarrassment of stumbling around in a moment you've been dreaming of, you think. "Would you... like to do it with me, too?"
You didn't expect him to be so bold.
Or maybe you've blinded yourself.
You gave a jerky nod.
"Yes."
. . .
"Hnng.." You groan in a pathetic way, mouth dropping as your thighs shake around his shoulders. Despite the tremors overtaking your body, you push through to roll your hips deeper into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat, knees sinking into the couch as you hold your hips over his face; your presence pinning him down to the couch.
The back of his head softly hits the cushion as you repeatedly thrust back inside the warm cave of his slimy mouth. Gosh... He's producing so much drool for someone lying on their back..
"So warm haahhh-"
Your shaky fingers thread through his sweat damped dark hair to lift his head just right for him to swallow you whole, his teeth lightly grazing around you in the effort of keeping his jaw loose, "Watch your teeth, 'Hiro. Soften your tongue— yeah, just like that.."
He did it like it was a mission. And all that mattered was that he helped you complete yourself, quote on quote "I'll give you everything you want."
Chihiro — oh, he was so good. So limp beneath you and yet trying so hard to give you something worth of your memory.
He opens his teary eyes to take in the sight of your pleased smile, a dazed look in your eyes as watch him.
You're pleased.
You're feeling good.
Chihiro feels a warmness in his chest, his heart slamming wildly in his chest to recover from it all.
Your thumb slides down from his scalp to meet his scar. You feel the wet liquid of his sweat lining up at his temple as you wipe it away and Chihiro whines.
A low and rumbling noise from an action he thought to be incredibly sweet.
It's a pleasuring vibration that purrs against your wet cock and makes you suck in a sharp breath.
Then, you hear a small gargle, and Chihiro's chest starts to jerk up with the pressure inside his throat, the walls of his throat convulsing wildly around you and squeezing, his eyes shut tight to stop the tears from leaking. You panic and pull out, the tip of your hard, pulsing cock pressed against his chin as he recovers with a cough, his drool trailing down his lips and sticking to his chin as he swallowed heavily — an empty feeling in his throat. "Ack-"
He reaches out to touch his lips, like his mouth has fallen numb, and he has no clue what to do about it.
"Are you okay??" You panic, hands trembling as you press them against his heated up face. His head pounds with the smell of you, and he can't resist the shiver that runs down his spine.
"Yes... keep going." Chihiro murmurs more to himself, a small huff of desperation leaving his tingling lips before he grips at your hips and guides you back inside, his tongue lolling out to welcome you in again.
Your eyes widen at the new feeling.
His throat is pulsing.
His eyes are hungry.
His tongue slid messily, inexperienced, against the underside of your cock.
"Ngh.." You moan quietly. You tilt your head as you thought about how he seems too eager to please you, your hands instinctively gripping at his hair as he silently lays on his back.
His face is hidden beneath your hips, ears flushed red, and his fingers are clenched around your body loosely. His figure is tensed to the fullest degree. You're not sure you've ever seen someone as stiff as him before.
He keeps you buried inside his throat until the tip of his nose is buried in your pubes. He exhales and inhales sharply through his nostrils, humming quietly as he releases his hold on your hips to let you take what you want.
"A-ah.. you're the prettiest thing ever -" It slipped out before you could stop it. His eyes widened at your words. The living room is heated with the smell of sex and the echo of his saliva being pushed back into his throat as you push yourself to the very end to hit every inch of gummy walls. "Dreams disappoint against the real thing. Against you. You have no idea how I've been wishing for this. On your knees, in the bed, riding me - Chihiro, I want you in every sense and in every way -"
When you pull out abruptly, your hands are quick to shoot out to apply pressure on his jaw to keep his mouth wide open with no problem, "I'll cum if you keep this up- ughhh, your lips are so soft-" your thumb slids to his mouth to run over his pink lips gently, "your tongue is so wet, your face is so cute- I love you so much, Chihiro, yes, I do."
Chihiro's hips jump.
An involuntary twitch.
A defiance of his own control over his body. A reaction he can't help.
And he liked it.
Your thumb pushes into his mouth, pressing down on his slimy tongue as drool starts to accumulate around it. You meet Chihiro's wavering gaze. His wide, red eyes shine as they stare up at your curiously. He doesn't move, surely doesn't even think of moving either...
"You like getting your throat bruised?" Chihiro's breathing hitches sharply at your teasing muse. You're not even talking directly at him, more so, cooing at him like a cute kitty on the street.. but he didn't mind it.
In fact, his mouth falls shut, your thumb trapped between his lips as he sucks on it gingerly. That's a yes. At his confirmation, you remove your hand off of his scalp to wrap your fingers around yourself — cock glistening in his saliva and your precome. . .
Your hand moves frantically over his face, hips thrusting into your warm palm as you jerked yourself off over him. Chihiro pressed his thighs together as he felt sticky liquid drip onto his cheek.
"Mff-" He swallows with your thumb still in his mouth. You push it further in as his face begins to contort, and his trembling thighs squeeze shut again.
You noticed this time.
How his hips tremor just the slightest bit underneath your weight, his dark pants hiding his desire...
"Hah- you're so cute," you say, voice low with affection. "I'm gonna come on your face, 'Hiro."
Your breathing starts to quicken, and your balls go taut against his chin as you pointedly press the head of your cock into his cheek, a loud muffled groan leaving you as you bite your lip harshly to quiet yourself.
Spurts of white come coat his face, his eyes squeezing shut immediately when a droplet strikes his brow with short puffs of air escaping his nostrils in surprise.
You smear your twitching cock against his cheek as he swallowed thickly around your thumb, you pull your hand away from his mouth to brace yourself against the arm rest his head laid on, chest rising rapidly and thumb wet with his drool. His lips parts so his tongue could dart out to lap at you again.
You wince and your hips twitch back, barely having enough time to think of recovering. "One second, Chihiro."
He slowly peeks an eye open, the heavy feeling of something warm on his eyelid weighing the other one down.
His cheek squished up against your cock as you meet his eyes.
It's a sight that would have had you hung in hell.
His father would probably drag you off of him and demand you never touch his 'innocent' Chihiro again. His father would conduct a baptism and an exchange of bands between the two of you before you go any further — or not, you never met him but from Chihiro's words, he seemed like he loved his son.
Regardless, your semen clinging on his handsome face; it was a holy sight.
You lean back with a heavy sigh before getting off from atop of his face on shaky legs. You could feel his eyes on you, watching for any discomfort — "... Are you okay?" He asks with a wavering expression, his voice is hoarse and thick with something that sounded a lot like need.
You huff heavily and send him a dazed smirk that leaves him red. "Better than okay."
He gave a small nod.
His expression is unreadable, but the air around him feels... charged.
He wants to ask something. You can see it in his gaze. It's written all over his glassy eyes. You settled closer to him until you were kneeling timidly on the couch cushions in between his legs.
Chihiro lifts his upper body to prop himself on his elbows, his head spinning and throat bobbing as he swallows around nothing.
Whatever it is that he wants to say, he doesn't speak it, and you glance down, disappointed.
You thought — immaturity running through your head — that he would at least feel a little. . . need for you.
That he wanted you to show him what you've dreamt about. To make him an experience and an experiment.
The thought leaves your eyes teary and exposed to the cold air chipping at your sweaty skin. Your, previously half hard, cock twitches as it softens against your stomach.
A small nudge against your thigh makes your racing mind hit the breaks.
Chihiro pushes the bottom of his shoe into your clothed front of your thigh. His eyes begin to soften when your gaze flickers to him.
He doesn't say anything. He doesn't need to. He knew you were getting too deep into your thoughts and he pulled you out before you could spiral.
He cares.
He knows you.
He sees all of you. Him reading your diary, probably, helped too.
You place your hands on his thighs, keeping his legs spread apart as you place your body between them. The smooth material of his black slacks makes a soft noise against the warmth of your palms. You rub at his inner thighs to hear the satisfying sound again.
Your touch on his inner thighs was electric. Claiming, almost. To him, at least.
He leans back into the sofa's armrest to cross his arms over his chest, a blockage (a denial really) of his desire, suddenly finding the sticky substance on his face far more interesting.
"Does your throat hurt?" You asked softly, eyeing the way his throat swallows as he wipes at his face.
"Nothing I can't handle." See. There it is. A closure you can never get from him — his true feelings are still calculated. Hidden.
But it's strange.
Because you also understand why.
He wasn't given the safety to process and release his emotions. He didn't have the time right now, so he shuts it off to quickly keep some composure.
You understand because you do the same when he gets like this.
But it's tiring.
Emotions are made to be complicated when they don't have to be, so you force yourself to ignore the burning embarrassment of your face and neck to lean your upper body above his chest- his body jolts slightly and he removes his hands from his face, your semen no longer coating his pretty features- "You did so well, Chihiro. Thank you."
You nuzzle your nose against his collarbone to maybe seek the smell of arousal if you can't see it in his eyes.
His pecs twitch in surprise as you tilt your head far enough to press your lips to his collarbone, "A-ah?"
You still, bitten lips from your own teeth pressed against his skin.
Was that a bad or good sound?
You could feel every pulse of his blood and flutter of his heart beating alive inside of him.
You could hear the change in his breathing — slower, heavier..
He's trying to regulate his heart rate.
"No." Your stern denial makes his heart jump beneath your tingling lips, "Just relax. Feel it all. I want you to feel."
His throat works to force another swallow done. From this distance, you can see how his jaw clenches, and you can hear the slight grit of his teeth.
You press yourself even closer, your lips trailing repetitive pecks over his neck without thinking. Kisses so sensual — so heated that Chihiro can't help his instinct to melt underneath them all.
"Nnh. . .'' Most of his weight falls onto the armrest as he begins to fall limp, his lips parting in a huff. A huff that sounds...
Was that a whine?
It was quiet. Soft. Expected from his voice but not expected from him.
You slow your kisses this time. The sound of the tame suctions from your mouth nipping against his skin filling his ear drums.
It sounded considerably louder since you worked long, slow kiss from his clavicle bone up his throat, his hips rolling slightly into your hips when you stopped to leave a lingering kiss on his Adam's apple and he gasps.
A startled gasp at the feeling.
You grind back down against his hips, groaning into his neck as you feel a stiff bulge press back by pure instinct. He's hard.
He's actually turned on by this (hopefully by you too..)!!
You smile against his skin, teeth shining with drool as you part them to let your tongue loll out against his skin.
Just a taste. . .
"It- [Name].." Your eyes flutter open at his shaky call. "Slow down please.."
Slower?
"Hm?" You hum for more clarification at his request. The noise brings vibrations down his bones that make him shake with nerves.
This is slow. . .?
His pulse jumps under your paused tongue. He can feel your shiver as you glide your wet muscle against his adam's apple subconsciously, like you couldn't control the need to do so.
Chihiro's body resists a shudder at the feeling.
"Ah... I'm not sure how to react?" He says in a shaky voice.
You pull away from him, your lips wet with your own saliva. Your eyes meet as you hover above him, your hips slotting perfectly against his, "I just want you to let yourself feel it, 'hiro... Can you tell me how my hands feel?"
You let one hand slip beneath his shirt while your other arm held you up. Your palms — warm and... simply warm make goosebumps raise over Chihiro's body as if the cold had touched him.
Chihiro nods firmly and glances down at your hand. Your grip feels possessive in the way you caress his hip. But he only knows how to describe the ache in his chest that brings him comfort along with your touch; "Warm."
It feels strangely intimate in how your thumbs start to rub circles into his skin, "It tickles..."
"Yeah?" You smile tenderly at him, your eyes soft and pupils blown wide to the point of total darkness. "You feel.. hot. Very hot to the touch. Your muscles are tense, but I can also feel your heart beating."
Chihiro swallows nervously. His eyes flutter shut when your hand reaches his waist, tracing over his muscles to soothe him.
His knees press together before he lets them relax and fall apart from each other as if he isn't sure if he wants to close himself off and open himself whole.
You watch as his shoulders pull up into himself, like he wants to shrink away from your touch, but he back arches to have more..
"Why are you always so tense.." You finally ask quietly. Your voice is soft and undeniably confused. "Do you- ... do you want this?"
His head turns to hide into his own shoulder, his nose scrunching up at your question. "I do."
"Then, please relax," you whisper in a plea. Maybe it came from deep down inside because he never has been with you — not really. but you also wanted him to feel good.
Chihiro makes a noise crossed between a soulful sigh and an adorable 'hmph', "I can't-"
"Why not?" You emphasize with a sigh. Your hand stops as you lean back on your heels, giving him enough space to leave if he wants to.
"..." Chihiro adjusts himself to lay further down on the couch, sprawling out with his hands pressing down on his lap to give himself some decency from your prying eyes. "I like it and I don't know how to take it."
"Oh." You exclaim dumbly. Your lips open and close as you wait for words to just spill out of your mouth to no avail. "I, uhm, I thought you- that maybe you didn't like me?"
Chihiro frowns lightly, "I don't have the time to waste.."
Ouch. That stung you. So maybe you were dumb for thinking that even when your conscious told you that wasn't the case..
"I feel warm with you-" That was his way of saying 'I like you', "Sometimes too hot that.. I can't keep myself relaxed."
You stare at him, dumbfounded.
"Oh." You exclaimed once more. He stares up at you with a slow rising smirk — it's tiny and practically nonexistent, but with his feelings hidden behind a stoic expression, it's easy to spot. "You- you're.."
He waits patiently.
"You're so-" You take a deep breath to think of a word to describe him. Why.. why is he just watching you fumble around? Does he like you like this?? "-rational?"
Chihiro tilts his head.
"You know how to control yourself very well, and you know what to say and do to make me nervous and sweaty and ticklish all over that I almost want to hate you," You groan out as you let yourself fall limp on top of him. Chihiro grunts quietly when the air is pushed out of his chest, but he welcomes your weight. "I wanted to make you feel the same that I bottled my feelings to keep you close but all this time.. you were doing the same."
He just hid it better...
His hands drift from covering his lap to slipping around your waist, his warm calloused hands tethering between the fabric of your shirt and your shivering skin.
This talk didn't simmer down your body's natural response to being on top of your cute boyfriend. And it betrays you by slowly rolling your hips down onto his, his body tensing again but this time, you know why.
Because he likes it.
His grip tightens on your waist as he stuffs his face in the crook of your neck, his forehead feeling overwhelmingly feverish when it meets your skin.
He pushes back to reciprocate the feeling, his cock jumping in the restraints of his dark trousers. He grinds experimentally upwards to meet the same friction you gave him with a small gasp of air, his ribs expanding as he sucks his breath in, his abdomen going taut.
"A-ah," Chihiro grunts softly, the sound is so soft and shocked. He got a taste of it before, but now.. now it felt stronger. He lifts his hips up again with knitted brows, confused in how he should feel.
When you thrust down again to meet him, a whine tumbles past his bitten lips. He licks at his lips to wet them, tongue coated with the taste of you.
You moan at the sound of his pleasure, ears tingling to hear more. He's whiny.. he's really whiny.
That answers the question in your dreams and your journal.
Without wasting much time, you shuffle around to push your sweatpants out of the way, just enough for your cock to pop out and slap against your stomach, your fingers fumbling around to purchase the button of his pant, pausing to ask him a silent question; do you want these off?
And Chihiro gives you a firm nod.
You get to work. His hips lifting up higher to help you pull his pants off, momentarily stilling when you reach his shoes.
... They're staying on.
You smile with giddiness at the thought of his shoe prints on the couch the following morning.
You shove his sweater off of him, his coat pooling beneath him as the rest of his clothes disappeared, excluding his socks and shoes. Chihiro flushes deeply, his eyes darting away to the side.
You take him in.
Chihiro; strong and sentimental, quiet and kind-hearted — his body is just as beautiful as his soul. Strong and sturdy, trembling with a hint of vulnerability, covered in scars from late night practices.
"You're a treasure, Chihiro," you whisper softly as your warm hands caress his sides, thumbs carelessly flicking over his nipples, watching in awe as he shudders.
Chihiro bites his tongue and stays as still as he can for you.
It felt incredibly intimate.
To be beneath you in the full nude...
His face tinted red, and his eyes shaky as he waited for you to make the next move. But you just kept looking at him as if he were something precious. Someone to adore and hold.
Chihiro never thought of himself that way.
If someone were to ask him, 'Who's the most important person to you?', he would give his father's name. 'Dad is.'
He wouldn't have considered himself.
But you always have.
You tell him and you show him and he's afraid of it but he wants it so bad. .
He feels a strange sting in the back of his eye, burning and messing with his emotions.
Like the burning sensation of tears he's suppressed when he thinks of good things, things that could be good, things that could have had a future.. and he believes you could have a future with him too..
It's intimate and strangely confusing how he finds this more emotional than anything..
Chihiro's eyes meet yours briefly, a complex mix of emotions swirling in those red irises of his—pain, pleasure, affection, reluctance, confusion...
Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he feels an inexplicable connection forming between you two in the mix of this opening and humiliating act.
"Can I turn around?" He asks politely. He wants to hide his face. He wants to hide his tears from you so that you won't worry.
You nod and lean back to give him space for him to reposition himself onto his stomach, his face pressing into the couches' pillow. The only thing on his face you could see is the edge of his ragged scar peaking near his hairline and the crinkles around the corners of his eyes as he shuts them tight.
Your hips lean down to press your cock in between his thighs.
His hands clench tightly into the cushions, knuckles white as he tries to maintain some semblance of control, "Ngh..."
"Wha-" you stop yourself with a swallow. What do you do now? In the videos you've seen, they just stick it in. Do you stick it in?
As you stare holes in Chihiro's back, your hands adjust his legs to give you enough space to loom over him, your cock poking against his backside.
"Um, I'm- I'm going in." You mutter, raising a brow at your own sentence before aligning the head of your cock blindly, not even bothering to spread his legs further apart to see what you're doing.
Chihiro gives a nod, face hidden in the sheets.
Your mouth falls open in an 'o' shape as you push in. He's tight. Chihiro immediately tenses, clenching down shut and stopping you from pushing any further. Not realizing it could be hurting him, you try to push past the rim again, only for his breath to hitch in the effort.
He reaches behind him to hold onto your wrist that settles on his waist, his nails digging into your pulse.
Chihiro flinches when you keep trying to push inside of him, barely even getting an inch in before a shaky cry leaves his throat. It's muffled by the pillow, but you still catch onto it.
You freeze, eyes wide, as you wait for his response or reaction.
"That... hurts." He finally grits out. He wants it. He does. But it hurts. Is it supposed to hurt? Is that right?
"Oh, I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to -" You rush to pull out, wincing when he whimpers at the dry extraction. "I don't know - I've never done this with a man - or.. anyone, give me another chance -"
Chihiro lets go of your wrist and spreads his legs wider, nearly pushing his leg off of the small couch, which makes you hold onto the front of his thigh to keep him steady. His shoe catches onto the fabric of the couch, holding his foot at an awkward angle.
A shaky laugh, that sounds more like a quiet pained sob, escapes him.
Your heart clenches at the sound.
It must've hurt badly. . .
"I'm sorry, Chihiro." You lean down to pepper soft kisses to his shoulder blade, squeezing his thigh gently to comfort him. "I wish I had the experience to make love to you properly, but I am learning, please, will you give me another shot?"
His upper body leans into your kisses, his chuckle dying out with each meaningful touch of your lips.
"Yes." He nods once, turning his head to the side to breathe properly. His cheek is pressed against the pillow as his eyes land on Enten by the coffee table.
"Thank you." You whisper in gratitude as you press a kiss against his nape. "I won't disappoint."
You never do — Chihiro wants to say, but his tongue doesn't want to work with him when your hand leaves the support on his thigh, making his leg shoot down to hold himself up. The sound of the bottom of his leather dress shoe tapping the floorboards ring in his ear as a reminder that he should keep quiet in Hinao's home.
You open his cheeks to use your thumb to gently soothe the irritated muscle, your heart clenching at his sigh, not quite desperate but needy enough to want more of your gentle touches, "I've heard that it could hurt, but only for women, but... I may have an idea? I know that... women do it to help make the process smoother."
"But I'm not a woman...?" Chihiro questions, tilting his head as he listens to you.
"I mean-" you shake your head, dumbly staring at his anus, the pink muscle is a tight ring that will probably be extremely uncomfortable for him if you push in your finger without warning, "I know that, just that.. I need to loosen you."
"Loosen?" Chihiro asks curiously, his face back in the pillow.
"They-" lubricate, obviously self, bodily fluids that come out when stimulated. See, you did pay attention in Sex Education in Middle School. Men don't produce that... "Play enough to make themselves wider and... more comfortable?"
You gulp as you explain.
"I've seen them in some magazines.." You try to explain yourself, not knowing how bad that sounds to Chihiro. Chihiro frowns and nods into the pillow, making a mental note to look even deeper in your room to find any magazine so that he can slice them up.
At his approval, you lean down and purse your lips over his hole, letting an accumulation of your drool and spit slide out of your lips. When the first drip of your warm saliva hits the rim and slides downwards, Chihiro shivers and pushes his face deeper into the pillow.
You prop his hips higher into the air, his knees scrambling to hold himself up. In the shift, his shoe scraps against your sweatpants, and he puffs out a sigh.
"I'm going to use my fingers, okay?" You warned him meekly, your voice cracking slightly as you realize that you're actually about to do this.
His ears burn red, "Go on."
Should I touch him some more beforehand? You second guess yourself. You glance down at your dominant hand. Which finger do I use? The middle finger is the longest.. will he like that?
You measure the size of your cock with your fingers and decided to go for the middle finger, just to be safe...
The tip of your finger catches onto his spit slicked hole, and his body automatically stiffens, his toes curling in his shoes, "Try to relax, hiro.. can you do that for me?"
He sucks in a sharp breath through his nostrils when your middle finger tentatively rubs at the rim.
"I'm trying...'' he whispers softly, tears appearing from the corners of his eyes and soaking the pillow.
He tries desperately to obey your words, forcing his rigid muscles to relax as you push your finger deeper inside him. He lets out a shuddering breath, his face flushing dark red with the humiliation of being fingered open using your spit.
Your finger breaches his entrance, the slickness of your spit making the slide smooth and humiliating. It's not as smooth as you would've thought, but it's what you had on hand at the moment.
"Very good, Chihiro." You encourage softly and lean your chest against his back, your hard cock pressing against the back of his thigh, breath hitching when his hips involuntarily buck backwards onto your finger at your praise. "You're taking it very well..."
His cock bobs pathetically between his legs, gravity pulling his testicles down and weighing them heavier than usual, the exposure to the cold air has his cock glistening and ultra-sensitive.
"Almost there, handsome.." Your mouth falls open as you watch with hawk eye vision. The tip of your finger disappears inside of him, his insides feel warm and fluttering, and you slowly sink the rest until your knuckle reaches the rim, the rest of your fingers wiggling almost like they know they're next. A soft moan leaves your lips at the feeling.
If it feels this good and interesting around your finger... you can't wait until you can stick yourself inside..
"Mnn-" Chihiro cuts himself off in the middle of an almost silent whine. His heart is beating too loudly in his ears that he could hardly hear the noise.
You reach in between his trembling thighs to wrap your fingers around his cock.
Chihiro's breath comes in ragged gasps against the pillow, muffling any noise he can't quite suppress. His hands claw weakly at the cushions, fingers twisting the fabric as your fingers grip him tightly.
"Ah—!" The sound escapes before he can stop it. He bites down on the pillow, muffled and desperate. His leg twitches, shoes catching on your sweatpants.
His body stiffens abruptly as you peel back the foreskin of his uncircumcised cock, revealing the sensitive, pink glans beneath. Every instinct screams at him to fight and to squirm away, but he tells himself to stay still and to just feel it as you wanted.
"My body is tingling -" you describe to him, "I want you so bad, Chihiro. Your cock feels so hot and hard to the touch and your insides, God, you keep clenching back. It almost feels like a heartbeat.."
His hole clenches desperately around your finger as you push your finger in deeper and then pull it out, his cock throbbing desperately in your other hand, raw and exposed with his foreskin pulled back, precum begins to leak down the cushions.
"Feels good?" You mused, cocky.
It shocks Chihiro that you could turn into such a person in bed. He would've never expected it. Never. But... he's not complaining. He quite likes you confident.
"Good..." He mouths, the word barely coherent behind the pillow.
Chihiro shuts his eyes tightly, his body clenching around your finger as you wiggle it inside him to gradually spread him open. His cock twitches weakly again, leaking a small amount of precum. His back back arches into the couch, and his hips lift higher into the air — onto your finger — as you simultaneously pump the tip of his cock, squeezing and pinching the foreskin together soothingly, and curl your finger downwards.
His left hand shoots down to grip at the hand around his cock.
His dominant hand claws desperately at your wrist, trying to pull your hand away, only to grip it tighter a moment later. His thighs fall open wider, and his spine arches into the couch as he pushes back against your fingers in tiny, jerking motions.
You chuckle, grinning wickedly at the sight. The sound vibrates through the quiet living room. It makes him whimper pathetically, his skin overheated by the compromising position.
He can feel your finger curling inside of him, as if you were inspecting the inside of him home.
His thighs shake, unable to hold his own body weight. Why? He's fought for hours on end, starved himself, broke bones in his body, and pushed himself for much longer than this and his body seems to be responding to you shamelessly.
His hand goes limp, and with him no longer holding your wrist, you were able to stroke him in the same way you'd do to yourself when you thought of him; the constant wet noises coming from his cock made him want to hide away with shame but he still bucked helplessly into your hand.
You decide it to be time for the second finger.
His body tenses, the stretch sharper now. The pillow muffles his choked-off gasp as you work a second finger alongside the first, scissoring slowly, patiently. His thighs tremble around your wrist. "S-slow—"
His hole is spreading open around your fingers like he's trying to swallow it whole. And then, your finger curls just right, and his entire body seizes up. "Ah!"
"Ah.." Your grin deepens, "Found the spot?"
Judging by his trembling thighs and the little bundle of nerves pulsating underneath the pad of your finger, you were certain of it.
His hips shift slightly, pushing up against your fingers, seeking more friction.
"More," he whimpers into the pillow, voice muffled and broken.
"More?" You ask with a teasing lilt in your tone. "Do you want more fingers? Or something else? Something bigger? Hotter?"
His breath hitches at the whispered tease, instinctively pushing back against your cock resting on the back of his thigh.
Do you think he's ready?
"It won't hurt, correct?" Innocently asked Chihiro, not understanding why your cock twitches by his leg, "You've spread me well enough?"
You wiggled your fingers inside, scissoring them open for you to watch his cute hole flutter and suck them back in. "I think so."
He trusts you immediately, "Okay.."
You tug his shoulder back lightly like a baby asking for more milk, your fingers popping out of him and letting go of his cock, "I wanna see your face.."
Never one to deny you (and maybe a little tired of carrying his weight), Chihiro immediately shifts onto his back, the position making him feel safer and less afraid of slipping off.
When your [color] eyes catch his, his body calapses into the couch with a confusingly relieved expression. His muscles melt and force his body to go limp at your mercy, his knees spreading wider for more of your ministrations.
His hole flutters shut to soothe the slight sting of not having anything inside. You're really doing this with him. . .
"Please be gentle.." He requests. His voice is strained, that rough edge of his usual calm disappearing into something breathless.
You nod frantically, "Always."
He nods back. A signal to insert yourself.
His arms wrap around your neck to bring you flush to him.
"Thanks for understanding," He utters, his fingers brush against your lips, gentle and caring.
He's grateful for you.
He's gateful that you understood him even when he failed to notify you of these habits of his. He's over the moon that you like him, that you love him, and it was him that got to be loved by you.
Your hand gently cradles his head, lovingly, in a way that makes Chihiro make a noise of appreciation, as you lined your sticky, hard cock up to his puckering hole. You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, giving him such gentle kisses to prepare your cute boyfriend for what's to come, now lined up to his rear.
Your eyes were dark and surprisingly intense, your usual gentle and awkward nature shifting into an effortlessly endearing cocky charm.
You pushed forward slowly, the thick head pressing against his hole.
His rim spasms around the intrusion, his body trembling violently from the intense breach.
Chihiro's body trembles at the sudden stretching, his fingers clawing into your shirt as he burries an embarrassed cry against the fabric.
"Breathe in," you tell him quietly. When you feel him sucking in air, his spongy walls squeezing around you with the expansion of his lungs was the biggest telltale sign for you, your hips push deeper inside, "breath out.." Chihiro exhales sharply as you bottom out, the stretch burning but feeling strangely full in a way that makes his cock twitch strongly. His hips begin to wither forward, his sensitivity reaching its peak when you rub circles into his hip with your thumb.
His face was buried in your neck, his breathing ragged as he waited for the rest of the impact.
It's not as tight as last time. . .
Feels.. much better, more spongy...
You buried your face into the crook of his neck, one hand still cradling his head tenderly while the other gripped his hip tightly, "Okay?"
He hissed in satisfaction as you throbbed inside of him, rocking deeper with a slow, steady thrust.
"H-hot.." He pants out, word muffled into your shoulder.
Hot?
"What is?" You asked breathlessly. A feeling of worry crawls into your heart and yanks at your soul. Is it supposed to be a good hot or a bad hot?
Chihiro opens his mouth, his tongue darting out to wet his lip, unintentionally lapping at your neck with the motion. "My body.. is hot as is your.. your p-penis."
You bite your lip to hold back a laugh at the shy way he uttered 'penis'.
"Yeah..." You agree, nodding and cradling his head further into your neck, "just means I really needed you..."
"Ah..." Chihiro voices. His legs shake with pleasure in ways that fear could never possess. He feels himself relaxed around you as he lets out an exhale, his eyes fluttering open as he stares at the ceiling. "I'm ready. I'm sure of it."
His hips stutter insistently, back arching into you for more warmth, more weight — more of you.
I'm not — you argue mentally, taking a deep breath before hissing in satisfaction at the way he tightens up.
You pant, ragged and done for. You know you're not going to last, oh god.
"Argh.." You try to voice out as you gave a jerky thrust. Your body jolts, and your thigh muscles stiffen. "You're so hah warm."
Chihiro makes a 'mmn' noise, something between a hum of acknowledgment and a sound of embarrassment. He pushes his face further into your neck and his hands tug at your shirt to make you move.
You take the hint once he tugs, and you hear the stitches of your shirt tearing in the silent living room. With a shaky breath, you pick up your trembling hips to grind inside of him, groaning loudly when he instinctively clenches down on you, his hold on your shirt tightening.
His hips twitched helplessly beneath you, trying to buck up away from the sudden fullness but held back by the weight of your body. He holds his breath as he feels your heated, pulsing cock stretch him open completely.
You grunt when he holds his breath, feeling his insides cling onto you with the motion.
But you persist, suddenly thrusting again.
"Ah!" He cried out against your shoulders, sending a shockwave of pleasure through his entire body. Oh. It felt good to let his voice out...
The sudden, brutal sensation made his entire body lock up, muscles straining as he struggled to stay silent in Hinao's home.
You grinned mischievously, squeezing your eyes shut as you rolled deeper. One, two, three times — eliciting three choked whimpers against your shoulder for each thrust.
"Yeah? I'm making you open up pretty wide for me, huh?" Your voice dropped low. Chihiro was losing his mind beneath you, your words making him grind down onto your cock, finally able to form a thought. Your thick head poked and prods his walls. It feels like a constant pull that yanks at his stomach, tugging it lower and lower.
He bit your shoulder so hard it hurt, his hips bucking wildly now, chasing that brutal pleasure as you ground deeper inside. He was mindless. Lost. Swimming in the sensation. "Yeah..."
His hips jerk downwards, burying your cock even deeper inside of him.
The sharp poke against his lower belly made his breath hitch. That was... that was hitting something deep, something that you hit when you used your fingers on him earlier. His walls clenched involuntarily as his back arched slightly.
Chihiro's expression is a perfect picture of pure, agony, and desperate need. His eyes are squeezed shut, tears leaking out the corners as he bites down on his tongue to keep from whining out loud. His thighs are trembling above your thighs, his hole gaping around your throbbing cock.
The sight of the usually stoic and tense man, now vulnerable and weakened, has taken your breath away.
"That's it, Chihiro. Enjoy my cock.." You say with a groan as you watch his body jolt and bounce with each jerky and inexperienced thrust of your hips, "Take it all, it's all yours. Just for you..."
The praise makes him shiver, his body arching up into yours, arms holding your tighter against him. His eyes flutter open. They're half lidded, pupil blown wide with desire, and he's trying so hard to be quiet, but every movement you make pulls tiny gasps and whimpers from his throat. "Please," he breathes out, barely more than a sigh. "Please..."
"What is it?" You rasped out.
For a moment there, he was paralyzed with the feeling of you inside with no barriers. It made his cock twitch pathetically.
"Ahh- ngh!" His words died in his throat as your hand wrapped around his twitching cock, stroking him with trembling fingers.
His hands flew to your wrists, gripping desperately as he felt your cock stretching him open — is it- did you just get bigger inside of him?? But then your finger pinches his sensitive foreskin together and he let out a broken whine, forgetting about the stretch.
You pull back to look him in the eye, smiling when he peers up at you with glassy red eyes.
Your cradling hand ruffles the back of his hair, and you tug very lightly with each thrust.
The smile you gave made his heart flutter, his cheeks heating up even more. Somehow, it felt so right in this moment - like it was all that he needed for him to finally feel his balls draw up tightly.
You moan out as you feel him squeeze you tighter, your own orgasm approaching rapidly, "You gonna cum for me?"
He presses his forehead to yours, dark lashes fluttering shut. "Mmph... mmmmm...!" He whined and nodded against your forehead, his face contorting with pure pleasure as he felt his orgasm creeping up.
His hips snapped up into your hand desperately, his cock throbbing wildly as he chased after your warm grip.
His cock, already so sensitive from being focused on the glans and foreskin, erupted messily against your stomach and hand. His face scrunches up, lips parting as he forgets how to make noise — he holds his breath.
Your hips bucked up helplessly, your cock throbbing inside you, leaking precum down the shaft. You were so close already, your thighs trembling violently under his.
You frantically pulled out your cock, his hole staying slack and gaping for a moment before slowly clenching around air when your hand left his cock to jerk off above him using his cum on yourself.
Embarrassed, he brings you closer to bury his face into your shirt.
He let out a deep, muffled exhake against your shoulder, his nose pressing deep into your sweaty skin. The sight went straight to his softening cock, making him twitch violently against nothing but the space between your bodies.
"Hah- hahhh-" Your breath is ragged as you try to speak, lost in the pleasure. "So whiny.. you're so whiny- gonna cum—"
Your entire body locked up, eyes squeezing shut as you feel an overload of electricity shocking your body and spraying all over chihiro's body. "Arghh.."
Your cock was still buried in your grasp, twitching weakly as you rode through your orgasm. You cradle his head again and whispered into his ear, your voice guttural;
"Don't hide now. Not from me," you whispered against his ear, your hand drawing out every last spasm of pleasure. "Every thought, every action, every word... they all belong to me."
Don't deny what you are and how you feel when I've accepted them, Chihiro. Don't fight it. Accept yourself.
He nods obediently, his own throat sore as he finally shakes his shoe out of the leg of your sweatpants. "I won't hide from you."
Your eyes glint with relief. Yes. Yes, you're so happy to hear that.
Your body went completely limp above him, eyes rolling back before closing. The orgasm had been too intense, too overwhelming. It was combined with the earlier orgasm, the pleasure, and the emotional turmoil. You'd finally reached your limit.
Chihiro's breathing was shallow, chest rising and falling rapidly as your heavy body melted onto his, his legs shaky as he held you tight.
. . .
The following morning, you woke up alone, but the scent of Chihiro lingers, so you don't mind. In fact, you're more than happy to cuddle into his side of the bed and stuff your flushed face into his pillow.
Then.. you freeze.
You're on a bed?
You sit upright, heart dropping to your feet.
Whose bed is this??
"[Name]." A voice calls from the corner of the room. Your eyes immediately flicker over to the voice, and a sigh of relief deflated your body.
Chihiro.
His eyes softened considerably now.
His face is also lightly flushed from memories of last night and.. he seems to be scribbling something down inside your journal, and he lays it bare of the desk.
But most importantly, his shoulders are relaxed. His posture screams open and vulnerable as he doesn't even bother to put on his shirt — the one you removed off his body last night.
"Shiba found us." He blurts out casually. He walks around the room as his scarred body twitches with aftershocks. Your eyes open wide with shock. "He scolded me about doing.. doing that on the couch, and he wants you to replace the couch."
If Chihiro was being honest, he would've mentioned how Shiba pinched the bridge of his nose as he thought of a way to teleport your body to your room without having you vomiting in your sleep because Chihiro's body was too weak and shaky to carry you himself.
You gulp, "I'll.. think about it."
Couches are expensive.
Chihiro sends you a ghost of a smile, his ears burning red as you stand up, the covers falling from your hips as you stretched.
You round the edge of the bed to meet him at the desk.
This felt strangely domestic to Chihiro. Watching as your nude body worked into a relieving stretch like you have all the time in the world, his own body shirtless and on display in his own comfort...
"Are you hungry?" He asks gently, his fingers fiddling with his belt as he fastens it. "Let me make you breakfast.."
You glance down at the desk, your journal with the initials C.R. faced up — "Okay.. don't let Char help you. She left an egg shell in my omelet yesterday."
Chihiro flexes his shoulders as he finally reaches for his sweater. "She will learn.."
When you catch a glimpse of what he wrote in your journal, your body warms up.
I think I love you too. I am struggling to truly accept it however, don't doubt that I don't want it because I truly do want to open my heart with you. I'm sorry for asking you to be patient than you have already been. I am trying.
Someone said something about pegging Azami somewhere and i figured i would pull a scene out of the fwb Azami fic i am working on to oblige. This has not been beta read or edited. i dont know if its necessary but TW for choking and subspace
Anyways- dont @ me on this, i dont think Azami would be much of a brat while taking it tbh
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And that was what led to now.
Soshiro's face burried in a pillow as you thrust a toy in to him harshly from behind-
He was hidding from the mirror again.
That just wont do
You lovingly caress a hand down his spine, watching it dip while he repositions his ass up against you again.
Your hand follows the line of his vertebrae up to his neck and then his hair- digging your hands into the soft mop before tugging his head up to look at himself
'Hmm look at that beautiful face, its a shame you keep hidding from it'
He shuffles his body again- more concerned with the way you stopped pumping into him then to care about looking into the ballet mirror on the wall of your room.
He pulls himself onto his forearms, trying to do the work himself when you grab him by the neck and drag him up and against the front of your body.
His eyes are hazy and dumb, and he whines when you put pressure on either side of his jaw to *squeeze*-
His eyes start rolling back, hips trying once again to move himself on the toy situated around your waist
But you pull your hips back
'What command did i give you Soshiro'
You release the hold on his neck just enough for the blood to flow back through to his brain, enough to see him try and fail to work his mouth before finally gasping out a quiet 'L-look'
You nod your head against him,
'And what are you not doing?'
He whines, pressing his neck further into your hand wantonly
You pull his hair, living for the soft cry that comes from his lips before his hazy eyes open again.
He squints at the mirror in front of you two, trying to make sense of what hes seeing when he moves his cuffed hands up to hold on to your arm for support
'L-' he swallows harshly, 'L-looking'
You watch his eyes run over his body, stopping for a moment at the sight of his own face before his gaze connects with yours in the mirror.
You slowly start to move your hips again, deep slow thrusts that make him groan and flick his gaze back to where the toy could be seen moving behind him
'You look so pretty like this- dont you think? Youre so beautiful Soshiro' your breath is like fire in his ear, causing a shiver to run down his back and his hair to stand on end
your hand squeezes around his neck once again, his drawn out moan echoing through your head before you let go of his neck and guide his spine to return to the floor in an arch
'Now. What will you do?' you press his spine further into the ground to give yourself some leverage to thrust downwards- an angle that makes him cry out in pleasure
'L- Ah! F-.. F-fuck.. L-look'
You chase that spot, watching his eyes as they roll and struggle to stay open enough to watch himself. When they start to close again you land an open palmed slap against his ass and he yelps in suprise, eyes opening again while you rub the skin there sweetly
'Come on Soshiro, do you see how lovely you look? You think any number of women wouldnt love to be yours?'
The silent thought that *you might* is what has him letting go, cock throbbing and spurting pathetically on the floor beneath him through gasps and moans
You slow down, enjoying the sight like its the first time youve seen him naked all over again.
You continue pumping into him- slower now, shallow and soft while he slowly comes back to you enough to whimper. His face is hidden in your pillow again, drool wetting the fabric, but you could care less.
You curl your body over his, both arms holding you up as you trail kisses across his shoulders and into his neck, stopping to suck a hickey into the skin there
Azami's whimper gets louder before turning into a cry when one hand reaches underneath him to begin softly tugging on his still hard cock
You kiss up his ear, breathing heavily into it and enjoying how he twitches in your hand at the action
'I-im.. I'
You dont know, but you coo out a loving and condescending 'i know baby, i know' anyways. It makes him whine again, and there are few sounds in this world you enjoy more.
Your hips increase in strength, slow shallow strokes turning deeper when he starts to shake and sniffle beneath you.
'Still okay baby?'
He gives a sluggish nod of his head
As you pick up the pace a little he stretches his still cuffed hands out in front of him, digging his fingers into the blanket there before his hips jerk and he weakly moans out a second release.
His thighs start to shake so bad youre worried he will collapse, and so you set to work pulling the toy out and freeing his hands
You lean over to your nightstand, pulling out some wipes and towels from the cabinet.
His body is still in the same position but his knees must have finally given out. You slowly and carefully try to maneuver him onto his side to clean up his stomach, ass, and thighs- suprised when he still seems to be awake.
You brush a hand along his temple, pushing his hair back to look into both of his eyes- but he isnt quite seeing right now. Subspace had settled in, emptying his head and making him fuzzy inside.
You discard the wipes in your hand in favor of leaning down to kiss his forehead and pet his hair, your thigh pressing up against his own while you sat with him and tried to make sure he was comfortable.
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⤿ pairings. yura + gn reader
⤿ contents. sub character, pwp, hishaku reader, subordinate/superior, corruption kink, manipulation, impact play, some nsfw hcs, squirting, his oversized musty dusty suit that he rarely washes. this contains mature content, read at your own discretion.
⤿ thoughts. k-k-kay. only for you 🥺 i'm not sure if you wanted fluffy hcs but uhhh yeah
I can see a relationship with yura going two ways; a sweet lovers tale or a push and tug of war. The former is exactly what it is, a tale.
He tortures you so sweetly. Like strumming your feelings in between the melody of your favorite song, holding the note at its peak, and never letting it drop.
He tangles you in an endless labyrinth of sweet words he'd never utter to anyone else, cradles your face, and runs his thumb under your eye to collect any leaking tears of frustration.
He's infuriating.
He's conditioned you to like him. Every move he makes is strategic, thought out, training you properly so he can invite you on walks, egg you on playfully, and watch joyously as rage fills your body.
He wishes you'd use him already. Relieve yourself until he passes out, which is highly unlikely. But the time will come.
"You want me?" He loves a good chase. "I'll be waiting for you, [name]."
He'll prod and, with a sly smirk, bring you to sweet temptation. Until your eyes search every inch of his face. From the dots under his right eye, then to his left. The small hoops on his brows — the rings in his mysterious eyes.
To the untrained eye, it may look like he's the one in control even when he's got you over his lap, teaching you how to trail your hands over his body.
"It feels nice here," he sighs, shifting his hips. His thumb presses down on your throat, cutting your air supply for a small second. His eyes glaze over with need as he imagines it. "Give it a go.."
I like to think he's very sensitive, actually. A gasp from you, and you'll receive a whimper, pelvis grinding against yours.
So when you copy him, use both hands instead as your fingers grip at his throat — something inside you will snap.
Maybe it was all the moments added up; the constant teasing, the edging, the bossing around.
'You're certainly worthy of me.' You recall the first time it all started. Your little crush. You thought he was nice to you, and yeah, he was. He paid enough attention, mentored you when needed, and looked out for you. After all, as the leader, he must constantly see improvement within everyone.
And he must've seen you as the weakest, right? That's why he targeted you? You only stick with him because there isn't anyone else. Most members are the same. However, he saw something special in you.
Something special enough to keep you close and to fret and to care for.
All those times, your innocent eyes would peer into his as you take in his every feature. All those times, your innocent fingers would brush against his hand as he stood beside you. All those times, he would give you a lingering glance and wrap his pinkie around yours discreetly...
It was a moment shared between you and him.
It's nice to be praised and rewarded, but when he pretends to be in charge — breathing slow and controlled as if this didn't affect him too. As if this isn't where he wants you to be... At his mercy.
It pissed you off.
Your grip tightens.
His eyes widen a split fraction.
It doesn't matter anymore if this is what he wants. To make you snap — he'll be the one breaking.
Instead of giving you the reaction you hoped for, yura smiles. His teeth glinting and the corner of his eyes wrinkled.
He stares at your glistening lips, trying not to give in.
"Yura..." he thinks you removed one hand to caress his face, to bring him the comfort you think he needs.
Smack!
A quick, forceful strike hits him instead. His face whipped to the side, lips parting in shock — all he can feel is the sudden stinging sensation across his face.
There's a sharp intake of breath. It might be him. It might be you. His head feels foggy.
You don't give him enough time to recover, fingers around his throat finding his jaw and pushing his head upright again.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
By the time you're back to your senses, your heart drops. That rock in your esophagus jumping up. Guilt fills your expression, eyebrows furrowing as you spot the harsh red hand print on the side of his handsome face and the bruising of your fingers gripping his throat harshly.
Yura, on the other hand, willingly meets your eyes. His pupils are blown wide, and you can no longer see the rims of color.
"Fed up, hah?" He rasps out, his tongue brushing over his bottom lip as he collects the bitter taste of his blood.
He squirms slightly. You can feel him brush against you.
It's hard.
He's purposefully letting you know how he feels. To get you out of your mind. You've been given the green light to go all out.
His breathing — it's winded and lost.
"I knew it'd come so-someday.."
You grit your teeth.
You have been defeated by him.
"How is it? How does it feel to hit your superior? Over and over again." His swollen cheek obscures his breathy words. "You made me bleed, haha.."
"...Isn't that what you wanted?" You murmur softly, finally releasing your hold on him, flinching softly as he gasps for air. "You like this? Do you understand how messed up it is? It's supposed to hurt. And you find this pleasing?"
"..And you, dear [name]?" He's got you there.
Checkmate.
Every 'innocent' touch he permitted only made you more obsessed and addicted to him.
Yura can play the obedient card very well. He'll have you fooled. It's stupid.
You want his genuine submission.
To have him bowing down to you, willingly bruising his knees to please you. To have him at your control, to grip at him and know that he will obey.
"I'll praise you if you can make me feel something." In other words — you'll have to make him cry (it's not the hardest task when he's clearly been deprived of that desire).
'Urgg.. h-hang on..' he stumbles out, gripping onto you with shaky hands, but you persist. His suit wrinkles as he curls into himself and away from your body, legs kicking out.
'You..' He gasps. It's a wanton noise. Whiny. Rare. You hold him tighter. Your hand slid down his shaft and roughly met the base, his hairs standing on end. 'I have to p- urk!'
Your free hand leaves his hair to push down on his bladder, he meets your thrusts in an act of utter surprisement.
The musky smell of his sweat fills your senses. He's coated with a thin sheen of it.
With a flick of your wrist, yura's moans fall short, catching in his throat with a shaky yelp. Clear liquid shoots out
The constant squelching sound rings in his head, 'schlik schlik'.
His face burns as he finally catches his breath. "Ah, ahnnn.."
He wet himself? His suit is drenched, fluids pooling in his lap. The warmth slowly melts into something cold.
The humiliation sinks in.
"Just like a girl." You kiss underneath his ear, ignoring the salty taste of him. "...Was that your first time?"
Maybe let him suffer a bit longer in silence as you laugh at him. There's no way. There is absolutely no way you made him do that.
Better yet, make him stare you dead in the eye while you tease him.
Watch his thighs quiver and his hips messily buck into your hand. All those heavenly grunts turn into whimpers.
He actually loves it so much. Starts drinking tons and tons of water to keep it up. Has you train him until he passes out.
You best bet he'll send you photos and videos of himself when you're out on a mission. The first ones always being a bit more innocent — a capture of just his abdomen. His white button-up shirt caught between his teeth, tattooed hand running down his tense abs.
The second video is him teasing himself. His fingers fumbling with his belt buckle, a tent in his slacks, if he sets his phone down, you'd be able to spot how he slowly rocks his hips against your pillow.
You've collected a whole album dedicated to him.
Unfortunately, he'd prefer to keep filming out of his confidence because the last time he caught you listening to them like it was your daily newspaper.
He fears you're too addicted to him (he can be a very bad liar too, and he totally feels the same way).
Despite all of this, I think sex is very rare between yura and you. Maybe that's why it just seems so compelling; who would've thought the powerful leader of the hishaku would actually eat you up in the middle of the forest? Where anyone could see him?
Who would've thought that he could cum like a girl and hump away at your clothes as you practice new spells.
Or how he likes it when you bite and make him bleed.
Are you ever gonna update Lucky? It’s really good and it’s like the only bachi fic out there unfortunately 😭
Oh yeahhh, I forgot about that. I deleted the Wattpad app off my phone because I was spending too much time on it doing nothing but I log in online every now and then.
I definitely would like to continue it, especially if I see a raise in kgb content 👀, I have a lot of ideas for it, it just takes time to write the chapters out.
Though I'll definitely keep you guys posted if you ask for updates :ppp
spoilers for chapter 121, established relationship, angst, major character death, smut, unprotected piv sex, idk what to say, 1.6k words
"I wish you wouldn't go," you say. Fingers twisting into the fabric at his waist, tugging the hem out of his pants. "The Sogas should be good enough. And Shiba, sure. But you don't need to be there."
"Shiba-san will get us out if anything bad happens," Mashiro Shuuji says lightly. "It's an honor I got chosen. I can't back out, y'know?"
You press your forehead into his chest, into the warmth and steadiness there. He holds you close, snickers a little into your hair when you reach around him to undo his katana holster. He's used to this — ever since you became lovers, spurred on by Shiba's poking and prodding, both of you learning all sorts of things together — he knows you like to be close with him before he heads out on dangerous missions.
Really, they're all a little dangerous. Such is the life of a government dog. There is a difference in magnitude, though, and while you tease him sometimes with the easy missions — holding out until he comes back to fuck you, pent up and a little rough — you're clingy for the big missions. Sweet, even.
"Take responsibility, Mashiro," you say, reaching up to undo his tie. Your movements are swift, practiced. You've gotten a lot better with ties since this... arrangement. "You could ask to be put on Princess Soga duty, like me."
"I've gotta help Shiba-san," Shuuji reminds you. He catches your hands with his own, rubs at your palms gently. "Besides, I'm just fodder. None of those big shot guys will look twice at me."
"I hate when you call yourself that," you mumble. Shuuji ducks his head, touches your chin, kisses you carefully. Still a little awkward, even after all this time. "You're not fodder. You're not a sacrifice."
"Who else could it be?"
You kiss him again instead of answering, and Shuuji loses himself in you. Maybe it's just hormones, maybe it's just being raised without any warmth — but you're always so good for him. Good to him.
Sometimes Shuuji wonders, if he hadn't ended up paired with Shiba-san — would his partner have matched you up with someone else? With Azami-san, maybe, even though you already knew him long before Shuuji came into the picture?
Or maybe Shiba-san would've fallen for you himself, instead of nudging Shuuji with his shoulder any time you entered the room, making up excuses to push you together. It hadn't taken much, though — you're pretty, and funny, and you seem to have a thing for his hair, always running your fingers through it when you get close enough to touch.
You like his piercings, too, and Shuuji shudders in your arms as your tongue toys with the shiny metal rings. He's got you hovering over his lap, working you open as you drip all over his fingers. Your breaths hot and desperate against his skin, your nails digging into his shoulders, the dimly lit room filled with your bitten back moans.
You're acting a little differently, tonight.
Like you can't quite get close enough, touch him enough. Your chest pressed into his, your mouth soft and wet against his own. Heavy, messy kisses, intensity coalescing with desire, little whimpers in your throat.
"Shuuji," you gasp, and — you're so gorgeous like this, laid out on his bed, your thighs parting easily for his body to settle between them. You press your hand to his cheek, smooth your thumb along his skin. "I want you."
Shuuji squeezes his fists, grits his teeth and thinks desperately about — lollipops, and sushi rice, and the pop of a beer can opening. Thinks about anything except for your fingers reaching to undo his belt, brushing along the hard ridge of his cock.
"Oh yeah?" It comes out easy, natural, a phrase he says whenever he doesn't know what else to say. You pout up at him, eyes flashing, and he laughs. "Sorry, sorry. I'm not — ah — bragging, I promise."
"I know," you say. "C'mere."
You pull his cock free and drag him close, shivering as he groans and slides against your wet heat. "Wait, wait, I need to grab a condom."
Shuuji may be a bit of a punk, but he's a good guy at heart. He knows there are rules to follow, that he shouldn't fuck you raw, that there are consequences for that sort of thing. The two of you are lovers, and you've only ever been with each other, but still.
"It's a safe day," you say. Shuuji snorts, frowns halfheartedly down at you. "What? I'm on the pill, too. C'mon, Shuuji, please?"
You're a menace. "Dude, it's not a good idea."
You wrinkle your nose and lean up to kiss him. "You're about to go face off against these scary dangerous guys, and you won't let me feel you raw just once?"
Shuuji throbs against you. You squirm a little, your eyes widening as the tip of his cock slips and catches at your hole. "Seriously?" he laughs, but it comes out strained. "Okay."
And maybe he's always been a little too obedient, too easy to sway. Shiba-san is always ordering him around, but that's his senpai — of course Shuuji's gonna listen.
You aren't his senpai, but you're his, and he likes making you happy, he likes seeing your lips part on a moan when he stretches you open, he likes the way you look at him — like he's the only guy you ever wanna look at again.
"Oh, Shuuji, you feel good."
It isn't fair, that you can be so hot and wet around him, so warm he feels like he'll melt. Shuuji thinks he's probably gonna cum soon, but he should really fuck you, first. It's not right if he's the only one who feels good.
You drag him down into a kiss. You taste like the strawberry sando he brought you earlier, like sweet cream and spring. You giggle into his mouth when he jerks into you, taken off guard by your heels digging into his back, and you sound like his happiest memories.
"Shuuji," you gasp, "you've gotta come back, 'kay?"
"Hah — yeah, m'kay."
You squeeze him tight when you cum, kissing him and kissing him as he gasps into your mouth and follows you off the edge. Inside, which is — not good — but you cling to him and kiss him and Shuuji would do anything to make you happy.
"That was crazy," he laughs. You grin up at him, lopsided and fond, and he winces as a drop of his sweat lands on your cheek.
You brush your fingers along his smile, his cheekbones, his brows. He leans into your touch when you reach for his piercings, closing his eyes with a hum as he slowly softens inside you. "You're crazy cute," you say, and Shuuji feels his cheeks warm. "I love you, y'know? Please take care of me."
Shuuji feels his heartbeat in his throat. You're both still young — adults, yeah, and maybe sorcerers don't have the longest lifespans, but still — "I love you, too," he says. He can see his reflection in your eyes, the way his eyebrows are furrowed all seriously.
"Am I making you nervous?" you laugh. Your fingers rest against his pulse. Your smile is warm, warm, warm.
You're so pretty. And sweet, and sexy, and funny — Shuuji thinks back to all the times you've said something offhand that made him snort, all the times you've dared to join Shiba-san's lessons in troublemaking, the faces you'd make while trying different kinds of alcohol for the first time.
Shuuji's folks kicked him out, and he grew up in the Sorcery Bureau just like the rest of you, but it wasn't until he got paired with Shiba-san and met you that he's felt like he belongs. You'll be waiting for him to come back.
He has someone waiting for him.
It's a funny feeling, to realize he's not alone in the world. That he hasn't been alone in a while — that you'd wait for him, and Shiba-san would look for him, and both of you want him around.
"I'll take care of you," Shuuji promises, "until we're old and gray."
Your eyes widen at that, and you shift a little, biting at your bottom lip. "Shuuji...?"
Ah, fuck. He's hard again.
You laugh suddenly at the way his brows pinch together, rolling your hips just to make him choke. "Okay," you say, tangling your fingers together, palm to palm. "Until we're old and gray."
Shuuji's dying.
He's dead, actually — there's no way back from this. Even if Shiba-san made it, even if he got teleported back — too much of him is gone. It's too late.
Shuuji sends his katana flying at the man who refuses to die, using the last bits of sorcery in his grasp to give Shiba-san a chance to get away.
He falls before he can see what happens. He feels his sorcery drain away, faces the smoky sky and sees —
You.
He's breaking his promise. He won't be able to marry you, to take care of you until you're old and gray together. To come back to you, to see you smile and feel your hand squeezing his own. No more shared strawberry sandos, no more shitty beer.
The sky is getting dark. Fuzzy.
Shuuji's glad, though. Glad he got to be with you, grateful for the time you've had together. He might've had his doubts, in the beginning, but now he's sure.
He loves you. You said it first, but he knows, deep in his bones, that you were right for each other.
Azami likes to explore his body. He likes to test his limits (maybe even by using his sorcery against himself as overstimulation!), and he definitely likes the feeling of shaky thighs and the ghost of your silicon toy bugging him as he sits down after a session with you.
