After reading the meaning of the hairpin gifting in your Monoke fic, it got me thinking. Did people ship Oko-san and Hozuki because of that scene where he gives one to her, albeit just to piss off Hakutaku? 🧐 And I love Hozuki, but he would fumble Oko. If I were given the chance, I would end up fumbling her too;;; She's just such a baddie, and I'm pretty sure she's content with her life the way it is.
there are definitely people who ship Oko-san and Hozuki (i think regardless of the scene) but there are LOOOTS of more people who ship Hozuki and Hakutaku hehehe
ah i could see Hozuki fumbling Oko too😭 AND YOU'RE SO REAL I'LL FUMBLE HER SO BAD AS WELL
i feel like both of them aren't swayed by flirting much and they're having enough fun in their own worlds to not find the need to pursue a relationship
Hozuki-sama and clothes shopping for the twins — Hozuki x gn!reader
art credits: @ながの
word count: 1k
warnings: crack, Hozuki's lovesick, both of them share a single braincell, fluff, not proofread
a/n: let me do a 180° bow for not posting Hozuki for a while😭🙇♀️ i haven't forgotten about him!!! and i decided to post him every sunday so hope you enjoy them🫶
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Hozuki-sama frowned down at the twins, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
The girls had that face, scrunched brows and pouting lips with eyes thinned into pure dissatisfaction and guilt.
They wore the clothes that Hozuki bought the other day when they begged for him to get it for them from the world of the living. The matching clothes, although cute from the outside, was definitely something that can be described as… tacky.
Even after everything, they still wore it. Too guilty to let it go to waste after Hozuki’s arduous time in the clothes shop as an adult man stepping into the kids section for girl’s clothing—narrowly dodging the accusations of having that kind of hobby. To give the twins some credit, Hozuki’s chest slightly warmed that they cared about him enough to continue to wear the purchase, but it wasn’t enough to soften the blow of the dissatisfied expression they adored on their faces.
“Hozuki-sama, don’t look so angry at them…” you said, voice gentle and sweet as ever, as you gave him a faint pout.
He glanced at you, momentarily shoulders loosening at the doe gaze of your eyes, but quickly looked away. “I need to teach them a lesson.”
“It’s almost been a month, Hozuki-sama…”
You watched the twins play with their toys on the floor, heart melting, before you offered gently, “How about I go buy for them?”
Hozuki looked back at you, eyes widening faintly and brows raised slightly in surprise. But even quicker than that, the twins perked up at your words and immediately ran towards you, both of them grabbing onto the fabric of your kimono by the legs to tug at it eagerly.
“Can you?” Ichiko said.
“Please?” Niko replied next.
Both of their eyes sparkled with hope,
You smiled at them widely, about to reply when you were abruptly cut off.
“No.”
The three of you looked up at the small scowl on Hozuki’s face. The twins froze slightly at the sight and swiftly let go of your kimono, while you gave him a deeper pout.
“Why not?”
Hozuki said your name with a sigh. “Because you don’t have to answer their ridiculous requests.”
“But I want to,” you said, so softly and so sweetly, that his ears rushed with heat. They instantly turned a darker shade of pink when you placed your hands on his biceps, looking up at him with a pretty, coy downturn tilt of your chin. “Please?”
Who could say no to that?
Hozuki thought to himself as he recalled what just happened an hour ago.
Unlike the harsh white lights of the cheaper clothes shop he went to last time, you have chosen a trendier place with a warmer illuminant, clothes displayed in a more intentional manner than the stacks of rows he had to go through in his past visit.
He watched you fawn over the kids' clothes, squealing as you imagined the twins wearing them. He felt a tug in his chest as you scrambled across the shop, looking behind your shoulder to grin at him, asking him with a giggle which one he personally thought would suit the twins, completely forgetting the outcome from last time.
“Come to think of it,” he murmured, tilting his head, “your fashion from the world of the living is quite nice.”
You widened your eyes at the sudden compliment and you smiled bashfully. “Oh, thank you.”
He tenderly fiddled with the hem of your clothes, staring into your eyes with his ever-imposing yet comforting gaze. “Thank you for doing this for the twins,”
Your smile widened at that, eyes crinkling warmly. “No need to thank me. Besides, I’m really happy you came along to shop together.”
His heart skipped a beat, and gingerly, he ran his hand across the side of your waist to rest on your hip. “It’s my fault that you’re in this situation.”
Chuckling, you teased playfully, “Because of your horrible fashion taste?”
“Yes,” he replied without any hesitation, face impassive as always.
He was so sincere that you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, giggling. “You’re too polite, Hozuki-sama. We’ve been working together for centuries. You don’t need to care about being so courteous.”
He furrowed his brows for a brief moment, but they easily softened at your breathy laughter, bubbly and melodious.
“Are you and your husband searching for children’s clothes?” From beside you, a middle-aged clerk lady suddenly appeared and asked with a glimmer in her eyes, glancing between you two.
You froze at that, jolting to stand more upright and taking a step back away from him. You couldn’t help blinking in surprise at the lady, her words sinking in a scramble as your cheeks warmed up. Bashfully, you gave the lady a small smile. “Well, we’re not—”
“Do you have a recommendation for coordinating a twin outfit?” Hozuki said, stepping towards you to stand closer beside your frame.
The lady looked excited at the mention of twins, clapping her hands softly. “Oh my, a twin? Of course! Follow me!”
For a moment, you helplessly watched the lady’s back walk towards a specific section in the children's aisle. Peeking up at Hozuki from the corner of your eyes, you saw him coolly stare ahead, avoiding your eyes—yet he wordlessly took your hand delicately and led you towards where the clerk was heading.
From there, you stuttered your way through the process of choosing the twins' clothes.
A cute pair of t-shirts, pants, skirts, socks, shoes and dresses.
Everything was chosen so fast, felt so fast because of your mind being preoccupied with thoughts of him not denying that the two of you were married and had kids.
You were glancing at him nonstop, but you didn’t have the courage nor the calmness to say anything. So you let him lead you again—to the different sections, to the cashier, and to the exit.
As you took the paper bag and held it in one hand, Hozuki slowly lowered his own hand to hold onto the same handle, pinkies brushing against each other with every step taken.
Biting your lower lip, you tried desperately to stop the smile creeping up your face, but found yourself failing.
Hozuki's heart fluttered when he noticed the twitching of your lips and the shy pink colour on your cheeks. Carefully, he placed his pinky on top of yours, feeling your surprised jolt underneath his skin, and headed back to hell together.
A/N: farmer toji 🚬 almost forgot abt him until @bearlovestea reminded me ✌️ this was originally a LONG ass fic and it defos would've had to be a series or smth, but i chopped it down into a drabble instead. the full version is still somewhere in my laptop kicking rocks el oh el
If anyone had told you a few weeks ago—back when you were rushing through busy city streets in high heels with a closet full of designer bags—that a mandatory rural nursing placement would lead to this, you would've laughed.
You'd been terrified when your mercedes sputtered out on that endless dirt road, stranded in the middle of nowhere with no reception and a useless pair of designer heels. You thought you were doomed.
Then came the old blue truck, the low rumble of an engine, and Toji.
A broad, rough around the edges farmer with green eyes, a scar at the corner of his mouth, and a quiet way of taking care of things without making a fuss. He'd towed the car, given you place to stay, and offered a roof over your head for the whole month without asking for a thing in return.
Even Scout, his cattle dog who usually kept his distance from strangers, had taken a liking to you instantly, curling up at your feet like you'd belonged all along. What started as an awkward rescue quickly spiraled into weeks of slow, heavy tension—long looks over the dinner table, subtle brushes of calloused hands, and late nights spent on the porch swing watching the endless sky.
And now, all that lingering tension had finally snapped.
Here you were, looking out over the open yard while riding this farmer's thick cock out under the vast country sky, your back pressed against his chest as you moved. What had initially started as innocent stargazing on the porch swing had quickly turned into you bouncing helplessly on Toji's veiny dick.
Back in the city, the night sky was always washed out—drowned in neon streetlights and tall buildings that hid the horizon. But on the ranch, the sky felt impossibly massive, with thousands of bright stars that seemed to watch over the endless paddocks.
The cool air was biting against your bare skin—however, the chill was completely drowned out by the heat between you and Toji. Back pressed against his solid chest, a heavy denim jacket and thick woollen blanket barely kept your lap covered—hiding the pink silk nightgown hiked all the way up around your waist, your soaked panties long discarded somewhere on the wooden floorboards.
Warm light bled from the porch lamp, casting soft shadows across the deck while those stars stretched overhead.
A large, calloused hand gripped firmly onto your hip, as his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist, locking you to his body as he shifted beneath you. The movement was a slow and deep thrust that made you gasp, your eyes darting to the sea of stars as the sound echoed through the quiet night. "Ah—wait...you're so deep."
And as Toji dragged his thumb right over your throbbing clit, a sharp, needy whine tore from your throat "Please... right there—it's too much," you gasped while arching slightly off his chest. But a firm grip on those hips kept you right where Toji wanted you. He guided you over his length, leaving trembling fingers clutching desperately at the sleeves of his flannel as plush thighs slapped against his groin, making a loud, soaking mess every time you hit his lap.
"Quiet, darlin'," Toji whispered in your ear, his warm breath fanning across your neck while sharp stubble prickled your soft skin. "Scout's asleep, and the whole valley doesn't need to hear how good i'm makin' you feel. Stretching out this sweet pussy." His slow and deep thrusts continued the steady movement. "Unless you want 'em to know," he teased, a slight smirk tugging at his lips.
Every time your body rose and sank back down, that thick, veiny cock buried itself completely inside your wet cunt, hitting you balls-deep. The heavy leaks of his pre-cum mixed with your own arousal, turning every slow stroke into a messy, squelching rhythm. The blunt tip struck your sweet spot every single time until your whole frame went limp. Being stretched out so thoroughly—so slowly and deep—had breathless whimpers and moans spilling from your lips.
Toji placed both hands on your hips and tightened his grip, pulling you slightly higher up his dick until only the head remained hooked inside you, teasing the swollen entrance as a gooey ring of white cream coated the base of his cock. The denim jacket and woollen blanket slipped entirely off your lap, tumbling onto the wooden floorboards and leaving you now completely exposed. Whining at the sudden emptiness.
"T-Toji...please." You squirmed, attempting to sink back down, but he held you in place, enjoying the sight of your trembling thighs and the milky sheen coating your stretched-out, glistening entrance.
"Look at you. Squeezin' my dick like you're never gonna let go," Toji chuckled, planting a sharp, playful smack to your bare ass that made you sob and squirm even more. "Got me leakin' all over your thighs before i've even finished with you."
With a desperate whine, you forced your hips down against his tip, slick glazing his cockhead. Satisfied with your reaction, Toji let out a low hum and yanked you straight down, driving every single inch back into your core in one brutal stroke.
"A-ah shit..." The sudden fullness made you moan, your head falling back against his shoulder, vision blurring as you stared blindly up into the endless, star-dusted sky. Your hands gripped his muscular thighs while he held you pinned against his groin.
Overwhelmed by the sheer fullness, you turned your head to the side, burying your face in the crook of his neck—inhaling the scent of his 3-in-1 body wash and the cigarette he'd smoked earlier.
His calloused hand left your waist, sliding up to cradle the side of your face. Big, rough fingers cupped your jaw, tilting your head back until his green eyes met yours in the dim light. Without a word, Toji captured your lips in a deep, filthy kiss. His tongue slipped past your teeth to meet yours, swallowing the high, desperate noises you made while his other hand remained locked onto your hip—grinding you down onto him over and over until the mess between your legs was dripping down his thighs, soaking right through his pants.
Your core had turned slick and sticky, the wet friction slapping loudly against the quiet background of the night. Every slow thrust made your walls clench helplessly around his dick.
"Fuck, darlin'..." Toji rasped, nudging your back forward so you leaned over your own lap.
From behind, he could admire the filthy sight of your body taking every inch of him, the white froth bubbling at your entrance with every deep plunge. His fingers dug into your hips as he lifted you higher again—pulling you off almost to his tip—then guided you back down all the way, taking every single girthy inch until his pelvis slammed against your ass. "Look how deep you're takin' me. Cunt swallowing my cock whole, milkin' me like a good girl."
A soft broken groan escaped you, fingers digging into his firm thighs as he forced your body to keep bouncing at that deep and wet pace. He shifted his posture beneath you, spreading his legs wider on the swing to let you sink deeper, his hips grinding in circles inside your aching walls that made your eyes roll back.
Looking over your shoulder, your eyes met his. Toji had a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his scarred mouth.
"Pretty little city girl out here taking a good ol' farmer's cock like your pussy was built just for it," he teased, reaching around front to pull down the neckline of your silk nightgown.
He exposed your bare tits to the cool air, letting them bounce freely every time you sank all the way down onto his dick. His rough palm molded the soft, plush skin before his thumb and forefinger pinched your hardened nipple, pulling a ragged sob straight from your lungs. "M-mm—feels so good..." Your head tossed back, as your tits bounced in sync.
His grip on your hips tightened, slamming you onto his length. The porch swing creaked violently against the pace. No longer slow, he bucked his hips upward, driving himself right against your cervix with wet, heavy slaps that had you crying out.
You bounced helplessly in his lap—every time he bucked upward, the wet squelch of your sticky skin echoed off the wooden porch, streaks of warm cream coating his cock and your sticky entrance.
"You like being stretched out on my porch, darlin'?" Toji murmured, planting another hard smack on your ass before soothing the stinging skin with his rough palm.
He cupped your jaw, pressing your back flat against his chest as he tilted your head up, trailing hot kisses down your throat. "You like knowin' i'm about to stuff this tight cunt full of my cum?"
Yes! Toji—fuck, yes!" You moaned, fingers digging into his thighs as you continued to grind frantically against his lap. Your cunt clamped down around him, your inner walls clenching onto his length. "F-fuck—i'm cumming—i'm—"
"Mhm, take it," he whispered against your ear. Toji's thumb rubbing your swollen clit one last time. And as your orgasm crashed over you, your walls fluttered, squeezing his length while you stared helplessly at the stars. And with a low grunt, he drove himself upward one last time, burying himself balls-deep, holding you pinned to his lap.
Hot, thick ropes of cum spurted deep inside your pulsing cunt, stuffing you full to the brim. He groaned against your neck as he pumped his warm seed into you, making sure not a single ounce was wasted, hot cream leaking out around his dick and dripping onto his thigh.
He didn't pull out. He kept you pressed against him, driving himself in just an extra fraction of an inch, making sure every drop stayed inside you.
Neither of you moved. You slumped entirely against his chest, chests heaving and sticky, while Toji held you close—his cock still buried deep, keeping you completely stuffed as you both admired the stars overhead.
A/N: ig u could say toji made her see stars el oh el also wtf 1k?! someone eat me out rn 😗 👀 thank u guys sm✌️genuinely appreciate every single one of u #muchluv <3
warnings: smut, f!reader, p in v, unprotected, oral & fingering (f! receiving), fluff
a/n: this is for my fellow shiu lover @daflex!!! hbd angel <333
pt.1
Unfortunately, it took an embarrassing amount of time until Shiu was able to get a hold of your schedule in hopes of doing something about the not-new admission of his feelings for you. But fate has it that you took off to another prefecture to go on a month-long commission from some guy he forgot that he introduced and brokered for you. So he had ample time to reflect on what he should actually do—asking you out on a date? Confessing to you straight up?
Fuck, he honestly even felt prepared to give you a ring, but that was for another time with much more contemplation…
So he stewed. Stewed in the image of your pretty eyes, soft skin, gorgeous smile, adorable laughter that filled the inside of his mind endlessly.
He glanced at the watch you gifted him for his birthday, then at the calendar where the date of your arrival was marked with red from a year ago.
When he finally received a simple text a month later that you were done and coming back home that night, telling him that the money should be rolling in sooner or later, he took the opportunity. He immediately visited the fancy flower shop at his station, ordering a bouquet of their signature muted hues of your favourite colours. He put on his best suit, collar shirt ironed to perfection and hair styled so that every strand was patted down.
Shiu knocked on your apartment door an hour later, uncharacteristically nervous, gripping on the bouquet. As always, you sensed his presence from across the door, and he heard your beautiful laughing voice.
"Shiu, is that you?"
Shiu's breath got rudely knocked out of his lungs when he heard you, and watched closely as you opened the door. You were wearing a nightgown, reaching generously above your knees, and adoring that playfully mischievous, all-too-pretty smile on your kissable lips.
"Hey, sweetheart," he said breathlessly, being rendered speechless and frozen at the spot as he stared at you.
You also drank in the sight of him greedily—being apart for only a month was still enough to make you miss him terribly. Leaning in, you murmured softly, "Missed me?"
"Of course," Shiu replied tenderly, bringing a clammy hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear gingerly.
Catching onto the bouquet, you stepped towards him with a growing grin and draped your arms around his neck, which he instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist in return, his hand rubbing your hip. Up this close, you smelled his cologne and cigarette smoke, you felt his warm breath against your ear, realising with a chuckle that he got some mint on the way just for you.
He sighed softly, wrapping his arm a little tighter around you to pull you closer, his muscles relaxing at your warmth. "Missed you so much, doll."
You hummed in agreement, closing your own eyes and resting your head on his shoulder. "Missed you too."
At the faint aroma of the flowers, however, you immediately perked up.
"Is this for me?" you giggled, placing your hand on top of his that was holding the bouquet, fingers gently tracing his knuckles and veins, feeling the calloused and slightly dry texture of his skin. Under your fingertips, he shuddered softly.
He leaned in to brush his lips against your temple, pressing the bouquet to your hands. "Who else would this be for?"
"Don't know," you laughed, pressing a kiss on his cheek, making him jolt, before finally pulling him into your apartment.
Taking the bouquet from him, you patted his cheek, grinning, and slithered out of his arms to walk off to your kitchen. He shook his head with an amused smile and followed after you.
"What brings my lovely handler here? With a bouquet of expensive flowers no less."
He smiled at the playful and hopeful sparkle in your eyes as he took off his blazer and draped it on the bar stool, leaning onto the counter. Watching you cut the ends of the stems and put them in a vase, he met your pretty eyes and all of the phrases he rehearsed beforehand got stuck in his throat.
So he could only give you a stiff shrug, averting his eyes away from your raised brow. "To say happy birthday to you."
You smiled amusedly, bringing a hand to his chin to tilt him up, making him meet your eyes across the counter. "Is that so?"
He leaned in to press a kiss on the pad of your thumb, closing his eyes as though to savour the delicate touch. When he pulled back, he watched your eyes slightly widen.
"Is that good enough proof for you?"
Coming out of your stupor, you let out a breathless chuckle, smiling at him with a dubious narrow of your eyes. "Well thank you… but I think it just proves that you didn't come here just to wish me happy birthday."
Your gazes lingered on each other for a long time. His deep chocolate eyes stared back at you like he was taking a drag of his cigarette—dazed, as if taking in the nicotine as much as possible to feel his frazzled mind and body to loosen up.
He looked at you as though you were the only thing holding his mind.
Your smile widened involuntarily when a violent wave of butterflies—so familiar—seemed to clog up your entire stomach, too intense to handle when he looked at you like that.
Shiu sighed softly, almost defeated, as he walked around the counter, coming to your side and pressed him closer against you, caging you. You once more felt his heat, the smell of his cologne and cigarette, the hot breath over you.
Your breath hitched when Shiu placed his large palms on your hips, making your heart race as he rubbed his thumb over your skin over the silky material of your nightgown.
He pressed his forehead against yours, sighing once more, before hoisting you up on the counter. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, staring up at him with your pretty doe eyes.
He murmured your name softly, like a moan, like a prayer, like a recital of a sacred speech.
He slowly lowered himself so that he was looking up at you, and all thoughts and words died on your lips because his eyes were heavily hooded, in a reverie, as though he didn't want to wake up from a beautiful dream.
He murmured your name once more, leaning in so that your noses brushed and lips gently grazed against one another.
As a response, your finger traced his neck and along his pulse, feeling him shudder with blood pumping in a hurry under his skin.
His lips softly parted, then closed, then opened once more, and the more he did, you felt his heart race more—
"I love you."
A soft gasp.
Your lips parted.
A silence lingered.
Then suddenly you pulled him by his tie and crashed your lips against his.
He quickly leaned into the kiss to fervently press his lips against yours, his hands that were cradling your head pressed a little more firmly, as though to drown everything else but him. His tongue sought out yours, and you contently obliged, parting your mouth to tangle needily with his—you panted heavily against his mouth as his warm muscle insistently coiled with yours.
His hands lowered once more to your hips, and he pulled you closer so that your legs were properly wrapped around his waist. You heard him grunt when your clothed heat pressed against his growing bulge in his slacks, making you giggle with a grin.
The next thing you know, you were lowered on the counter, your back pressed against the cold surface of the marble that contrasted with the heat of his body emanating from the crisp white collar shirt. You looked up at him in awe, the same way he smiled down at you in admiration, and as your hands traced the veins on his forearms, and as they trailed up his shirt to his biceps, shoulder, neck, and as your fingers scratched the hair at the nape at the back, he let out a faint groan and nuzzled closer to you.
His nose brushed against the delicate curve of your jaw and peppered kisses in his wake.
"I love you, doll," he mumbled, holding you close, "A little too much."
You chuckled at that, a gentle smile curling at the end of your lips as you cradled his face delicately. "I love you too, Shiu.”
Smiling back at you, his hands trailed down from your hip to the curve of your ass and finally to under your thighs, his fingers teasingly massaged the inner side of the flesh, incredibly close to your heat.
You let out a soft gasp at the cold fingertips so near, and you tightly gripped the ends of his hair.
"So needy already, huh? You want me that badly, sweetheart?"
"Oh please," you purred back. Despite how uncomfortably hot and wet your cunt throbbed, you always had to have the upper hand. So sitting up slightly, elbows braced to your sides, you smirked. "You're the one who can't keep your hands off of me."
Without wasting his time, his hand dove in between your thighs, fingers rubbing teasingly over your puffy clit over your panties, blowing cool breaths over it, making your hips buckle pathetically.
"So wet already," he cooed, standing up once more to meet you eye-to-eye. "Tell me you want me, doll. Don't leave me hanging."
You tried to reply, but his thumb insistently rubbed on your clothed clit through slow circles, making your back arch from just his touch, pressing your pretty tits to his chest. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you gave him a pout and a slight narrowing of your eyes, and he only gave you a smirk in return, leaning in closer so that your lips grazed against each other.
"C'mon baby, you can do it. Just say the words."
"You want me to beg?" you drawled teasingly. A moan tore out of your throat when he pinched your bud.
"Ideally.”
You laughed breathlessly, your hips rolling as his thumb traced your slit, humming softly. "Just ideally?"
He chuckled, a hand patting your hip. "I know you a little too well, unfortunately."
You grinned at that. After a small pause, you let out a faux sigh, batting your lashes and pouting up at him. "I want you, Shiu. Please?"
"Want what, doll?" he drawled back, smirking cockily. "You gotta tell me what exactly— oh fuck…"
You shut him up by rubbing your foot on his obvious bulge, over his expensive slacks, leaning back on the counter to roll your eyes at him adorably. "Don't get too greedy, Shiu."
“A man can’t help being greedy when he’s in the presence of a gorgeous woman. Remember that doll.”
A soft laughter bubbled out of you. “I’ll make sure. But get to work.”
“So impatient,” he muttered, lowering himself and kissing your inner thigh. “And always so bossy.”
Before you could reply, you whined when his thumb gently peeled away your wet, soaked panties to the side and immediately dived to drag his tongue across your slit. The tip flicked your clit, and the reverberation of his hum that he let out at the feeling of you twitching so beautifully under him had you clutching at his hair tightly. He swirled and suckled around your nerve lovingly, lips latching onto your cunt with hunger.
“You taste so sweet, love,” he groaned, slurping loudly.
You couldn’t help the tears that welled up in your eyes at the pleasure when his tongue started to pump in and out of your pussy, hands keeping your legs pried open.
“Mm, Shiu!”
Shiu sucked in a breath at your cry when he pulled his mouth back before gliding his fingers along your slit. “You think you can handle my finger, sweetheart?”
You nodded with a soft whimper. “Please—”
He suddenly cut you off when his finger slowly dipped inside between your folds, filling you up by the second as he pushed incredibly deep. Leaning in once more, he slurped onto the globs of slick that ran down as he stirred your inside.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He went on and on and on insistently, mouth latched onto your clit while he added another finger that burned slightly but all too good at the stretch.
“Cum for me, baby, you can do it,” he encouraged in between grunts, lapping his tongue across your cunt.
With a scream, you came on his tongue, hips grinding across his nose to elongate the pleasure as much as possible. All the while, Shiu suckled onto sweet cum that dripped out from your hole, groaning at the sweet taste.
Rising to his feet, he smirked down at you, already so spent and breathless. “You’re not tapping out, are you?”
“Of course not,” you laughed.
Grinning, he carried you to your bedroom, heart racing, and tossed you onto the soft mattress of your bed.
He stripped himself out of his tie and white-collared shirt before pushing down his pants and boxers to reveal his thick, throbbing cock, leaking with pre cum that trailed along his veins and every ridge. You licked your lips through the daze, drooling at the sight of him pumping his fist up and down, making his tip flush an angry red.
His finger hooked underneath your chin and made you look up at him. “Is this okay?”
You hummed. “More than okay.”
Smirking, he climbed onto the bed and pushed himself between your legs. He rubbed his cock along your slit, collecting your wetness to lubricate himself. Biting his lips, he took you by your hips and slowly sank into you, mouth opening at the feeling of your warm, wet, tight walls gripping onto him so invitingly.
“Shit, you feel too—hahhh—g-good, pretty.”
Shiu couldn’t help his hips from moving and for his hand to desperately search for yours before intertwining both of them, holding them beside your head as he started to ruthlessly pound into you. Your walls fluttered around his thick cock, stirring your previous cum to form a white frothy ring around his base that had him groaning and rolling his eyes to his skull at the sight. Your meowls echoed in your bedroom as the filthy sounds of skin hitting skin rang in your ears, drool trickling out from the tip of your mouth.
He leaned in without a thought, licking your saliva off before kissing you with all tongue and teeth, so messy and hot that it had you literally breathless.
“Ah, fuck, I won’t last long,” he hissed, gripping onto your hands tightly as he slammed his hip against yours. He kissed onto your cervix with a resounding plap, repeatedly, making you moan pathetically at each knock of his tip.
“I’m ahh coming, Shiu, I’m coming—”
Shiu fastened his pace, dragging every vein across your sensitive walls. He burrowed his face into your neck, sucking and biting onto your soft skin to leave bright red marks.
“Mm, don’t hold back, doll. Shit—!”
He came with a loud grunt as you climaxed for the second time, pumping thick spurts of cum into your womb, filling you up in a pleasant warm sensation from the inside. Not quite stopping, he slowly ground his hips, closely watching the way his seeds started to pour out of your pussy whenever he pulled out until he pushed right back in to keep them warm inside. He finally unclasped your hands and fell right beside you, hugging your tired body close to him.
The two of you heaved for what felt like forever, feeling the blissful sensation of your sweat settling to cool your body while his hand gently caressed your skin. After a while, you turned on your side to face him, a hand placed on his chest to feel his still rapid heartbeat.
“Is a bouquet of flowers and this my birthday present?” you murmured, looking up at him with a playful smile despite the exhaustion that was kicking in. “I’m not entirely complaining though, just to be clear.”
He rolled his eyes and pecked your lips. “You’re complaining.”
“I’m just suspicious,” you said innocently, shrugging your shoulders.
He narrowed his eyes, smirking amusedly, before letting out a dramatic sigh.
“A trip.”
You perked up at that. “A trip? Where?”
“Wherever you want.”
“Paid with the money you earned through my hard work?” you drawled, raising a brow.
“With the money earned through Toji’s money.”
You cackled at that, burrowing your face into his chest. “That’s amazing.”
“I know,” he chuckled. He didn't tell you of the ring he bought waiting inside his room's drawer. Perhaps for your next birthday.
Instead, his fingertips caressed along your jaw, smiling softly when you closed your eyes and at the gradual rise and fall of your chest as you steadily breathed from the start of your sleep.
Pressing a soft kiss on your temple, he wrapped his arms around your frame and pulled you closer.
Hi, it's really nice to meet you; I really loved reading Kusuriuri and the Inn Keeper.
I'm curious about something though; if you just finished writing a story taking place during the Edo Period, but then will plan to write one during the Meiji Period, are you writing the stories in specific timeline order or are you planning to write the eras in random order, including whatever's happens pre-Edo Period and modern-day stuff? What about other countries and their eras? I know most of the Mononoke stories happen during the Edo Period and the rare Meiji Period, but since the Medicine Sellers and their places at the Juuyoku doesn't reside in the same sense of time passage as us, but still tracks down a basic gist of it, that means a lot of "time-hopping" and experimentation with them while writing (heck, if you wanna do Taisho Period, you can crossover with Demon Slayer, for example).
Random question: If you could think of any Mononoke story, either as a potential episode, movie, OR a fanfic that features the Medicine Sellers but DOES NOT take place in Japan, but in other countries, which places do you want them to visit and/or deal with supernatural beings and the timelines of historical/modern-day stuff from said places?
hi lovely!!! nice to meet you as well and thank you so much for reading my fic!
first of all, i'll be writing the series chronologically along the different periods of japan! so the next series is set in the early meiji period and it'll be decades later from when the Inn Keeper takes place. unfortunately, i'm not well versed in any other country's history, so i'll only be writing my fics set in japan😔
this might be a spoiler (though i won't explicitly mention this in the fic itself) the main thing i wanted to experiment with the medicine sellers' "time-hopping" is that Ri would be visiting different time periods where he meets reader reincarnated into another life. so every series would be a different version of reader living in the unique features of various periods. (which means they are soulmates hehehe)
ooohhh!!! personally i would love to see medicine sellers visit china! and specifically during the tang dynasty because of its cultural prosperity. also china has such a rich variety of mythical creatures like the divine beasts, which i think would be interesting how the mononoke can be portrayed based on that!
thank you for asking me all these questions, i appreciate it sm <33
A chapter from my fancomic about Hua Cheng and Blackwater that I adore✨
I love the bits of their interactions in the novel and the hints about how long they've known each other and what their interactions are like in private. This was one of the main reasons I wanted to make this comic🥰
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