Got new adhd meds, so i finally sat down and made a GK character height chart:
Despite how cryptic the height descriptions are (x is taller/shorter than y). using the info from the anime concept arts actually gave pretty narrow height windows for most of them, so these should be fairly accurate (unless the anime heights dont match the manga, which I did not check...1
Below the cut are some close ups and the heights in text:
(Hate how inconsitant the anime refs are, but what can you do)
If you want the heights without the images, from tallest to shortest:
Ushiyama: 1,88m (6'2)
Boutarou: ~1,86m (6'1)
Tanigaki: 1,85m (6'0)
Ariko: ~1,85m (6'0)
Kiroranke: ~1,84m (6'0)
Kikuta: ~1,83m (6'0)
Nihei: ~1,82m (5'11)
Yuusaku: ~1,80m (5'10)
Vasily: ~1,78m (5'10)
Wilk: ~1,75m (5'8)
Sugimoto: 1,75m (5'8)
Toni: ~1,75m (5'8)
Koito: ~1,74m (5'8)
Tsurumi: 1,73m (5'8)
Edogai: ~1,72m (5'7)
Ogata: 1,71m (5'7)
Shiraishi: 1,70m (5'6)
Hijikata: 1,68m (5'6)
Usami: ~1,68 (5'6)
Sofia: ~1,68m (5'6)
Kirawus: -1,66m (5'5)
Kadokura: ~1,64m (5'4)
Nikaidou Twins: ~1,64m (5'4)
Kantarou: ~1,63m (5'4)
Tsukishima: ~1,62m (5'3)
Inkarmat: ~1,61m (5'3)
Ienaga: ~1,60m (5'3)
Nagakura: 1,60m (5'3)
Asirpa: 1,21m (3'11)
(Note: bold means the exact height was given by the anime reference sheets. Heights of the characters in italic (Boutarou and Yuusaku) are based on the height differences in manga panels, as their height is not referenced otherwise afaik. Everyone else's height is approximate based on the height ranking Noda gave. The biggest possible range is probably Vasily's, who could be anywhere between 1,76m and 1,81m tall.)
PS. I am sorry if I got the american heights wrong, they're confusing to me and converters give different answers sometimes
I finally caught up to GK season 4 and that first episode made me fall in love with Kikuta (and the opening too damn) so here is some appreciation for the man. Can you believe there is no other Kikuta x Reader on AO3 ?
You're the other Second Lieutenant under Tsurumi's orders and you're sent to Noboribetsu Springs to unwind. Thing is, you're the only woman of your division and you want to enjoy the hot springs. This is what happens when you step in and introduce yourself to some previously unmet subordinates.
Superior Private Usami and Private First Class Nikaidou were in Noboribetsu Springs when Warrant Officer Kikuta joined them amidst the steam filled air. The two lower ranking soldiers raised their eyes to stare at the newcomer.
“Did you just get here today ?” Kikuta asked the men under the hot water streams.
Usami immediately stood up and respectfully answered him, which seemed to please Kikuta. More small talk ensued, which you couldn’t quite hear from outside the springs.
The steam saturated air gushed out when you slid open the door to the bathing area, having finally cleaned yourself properly to enter the baths. You held your towel loosely in front of your naked body and slowly walked on the cedar floorboards leading to the rock tubs and spigots spouting scalding water to stand under.
You managed to catch a few words about a strange story that Private Ariko, who had arrived in the meantime, had told Kikuta.
“I’d love to hear this story too.”
The four men turned toward you, and as you came in closer through the steam, you could see looks of bewilderment and confusion progressively plaster themselves on their faces.
“A woman ?” Kikuta choked out as your silhouette became clear to him and the others.
You could see the gears turning in Usami and Nikaidou’s head, as they had been the ones you’d seen the most in the 27th Infantry Regiment.
You stared them down before asking
“Move over, Private Usami, I want to try the burning waterfall.”
The man hastily scooted away, still squinting at you.
“Hey, isn’t that Second Lieutenant…” he started, before getting interrupted by Nikaidou.
“You were a woman ? All along ?”
You sighed.
“Yes, Private Nikaidou. You’ve seen enough blood and guts during the war not to be bothered by a bit of flesh, hmm ?”
Once the shock of the revelation gone, the four men seemed to settle again and no one paid any mind to the fact you were a woman. However, you sensed Ariko and Kikuta were trying not to look in your general direction, not that it bothered you. Usami was the usual creep but he wasn’t ogling you, and Nikaidou didn’t seem to change attitude towards you. There was some good to having a division full of lunatics, you mused.
“Now what about that story ?”
Ariko cleared his throat before continuing his story, sometimes interrupted by Kikuta who seemed to try and bait the other two soldiers. You just listened, Usami doing a lot of mental gymnastics to try and undermine Ariko’s story. You knew what Kikuta was trying to do, getting in on the gold chase and gather some information about the skins so you tuned out of their chatter. Kikuta’s low voice droned in the background as you closed your eyes and turned around. You kept the towel to your front but that left your backside entirely exposed for anyone to see.
You heard someone choke again, the conversation stuttering slightly before resuming.
Kikuta couldn’t believe what he was seeing. First of all a woman in the army, and furthermore a Second Lieutenant of the 7th Division ? Usami and Nikaidou seemed surprised enough to see you, but were clearly not bothered about the situation. Apart from your name, he had never seen you during the war, but then again neither had he seen Koito Otonoshin.
Yet he… he was getting hard looking at your toned body, a few scars here and there but your shapes were unmistakeable. How the army managed to overlook that you were a woman was absurd. One look at your thighs and all he wanted to do was bury his head inbetween them and devour you until you begged him to stop.
He tried to breathe deep and calm down, he couldn’t get hard in front of his subordinates, but damn was it difficult. It wasn’t helping that he kept thinking about a lone woman surrounded by all the men in Tsurumi’s division, them taking advantage of you like the beasts they were, before being reminded you were a soldier too. Second Lieutenant even, so you must’ve had the skills to back it up. Clearly, you were unfazed by the naked bodies around you, and you didn’t bat an eye at Usami’s antics.
The warrant officer sat in the large bath to hide his erection as the conversation about Ariko’s story continued, and you seemingly paid no more attention to them.
Once you had enough of standing beneath the waterfall, you went into the bath to completely relax, your towel drenched and sticking to your body until you discarded it to sit in the volcanic waters. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the sound of water as well as the ambiant chatter of the other division members. Kikuta had gone out before you and you could hear he was up to his antics with Nikaidou, the latter’s shrill laughter piercing the steam.
The rest of your bathing session went without a hitch, and you went back to your work feeling rejuvenated from the hot water, and from messing a bit with your fellow division members. The other good thing about working under First Lieutenant Tsurumi was that he didn’t care if you were a woman, just if you could do what was necessary to get the Ainu gold. He wasn’t even phased when he discovered it, though you suspected he had known for a while.
That evening, when you came back to your room, Kikuta was waiting for you. As you walked down the hallway, you saw the clear imprint of his dick straining against his pants. Of course, he was the only one to have enough of a head on his shoulders to get hard by seeing you naked. Usami and Nikaidou were out of the equation, and Ariko… you didn’t know him enough. Not that it mattered, Kikuta was the one in front of you right now.
No words were needed as you pushed your door open, looking back towards him to beckon him into the darkness, only lit by the hallway lights. He didn’t miss a beat, he had barely stepped into your room that he grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours, roughly and greedily. He shut the door closed with his foot as he backed you against the wall, body crowding you and radiating heat as your mouths danced together.
You raised your hands and brought them behind his neck, fingers carding through his shorter hair as he continued to ravage your mouth, hot kisses and nibbles making your lips swollen. You were getting out of breath as you melted into his touch, his calloused hands sliding towards your neck, shoulders, waist, pressing into your soft flesh and leaving fire under your skin.
Kikuta pulled away from you and growled “You have no idea how hard you made today for me.”
You chuckled and pressed your hips to his “I think I know.”
You could feel his member throbbing in his pants, so hard it must’ve been painful. And from what you had glimpsed in the hot springs, he was well endowed.
“Tease.” Kikuta grumbled before his fingers started to undo the buttons to your military shirt. You shrugged off the garment to reveal your chest was bound with fabric. His large hands grazed over your covered breasts before murmuring
“So that’s how you did it…”
You untucked the end of the fabric strip and placed it in his hand for him to continue to undress you, and he did. He slowly unwound it from around your torso and at last, you were freed from its constraints, the large fabric ribbon pooling around your feet as the cold air hit your already hard buds. You heard Kikuta inhale deeply before you felt his hands on your chest, easily covering your small mounds and thumbing your nipples. Your back arched into the wall as his ministrations sent jolts of electricity right to your core. Right at that moment, he slid his knee between your thighs and you gasped, the delicious friction eliciting more heat to pool inside your belly. As he caressed your chest, you felt his breath on your neck and then his hot mouth right under your jaw. He sucked and lightly bit the sensitive skin there, causing you to exhale a bit louder than before.
As much as it felt good to have his hands on you, you also wanted to feel him up after the preview you had at the hot springs. You went to remove his jacket and undo the buttons of his shirt, after which he removed it. The way the fabric slid off his large arms and square chest, revealing the scar you had already seen in the morning was tantalizing. Kikuta stood there after removing his shirt, waiting for you, no, inviting you to touch him. Your hands flitted to his toned chest, tracing the muscles, feeling the warm skin under your touch. You slowly drew the scar and placed a few hickeys along his jaw and neck before he couldn’t keep his hands off you again. He grabbed your waist and pressed you into him, his need more apparent by the minute. His hips rutted into yours as he slowly licked up from your breast to your neck, breath fanning over your ear.
“Shouldn’t be doing this…” he murmured more to himself. Getting physically involved with a superior during the gold chase was awkward at best and dangerous at most. But like a moth to a flame, he was drawn to you since the moment he saw you. It had been so long since he felt soft, willing flesh under him.
You unbuttoned your pants and in tandem, Kikuta slid his fingers under the waistband and pulled them down, revealing your lower half and underwear. You kicked the garment away along with your boots and the older man suddenly grabbed you and hoisted you to your bed, dropping you on it as he towered over you. The pale light of the moon bounced off his chiseled body and it was breathtaking. The cold light accentuated his firm chest and defined abs, as well as his thick neck and square jaw. The reddish scar popped from his skin and drew your eyes down his body as his hands trailed to his belt, unbuckling it as you stared.
Kikuta had no qualms showing off to you, and you couldn’t form into words attractive he was right now. You wanted to touch him, glue yourself to him and feel him more, melt into human contact. Or maybe you wanted him to come over you and bend you to his will instead. Despite all honorifics flying out the window the moment you saw him waiting for you in the hallway, a strange dynamic came from you being his superior but him being quite a few years older than you.
A pang of painful lust echoed from your belly as he freed his bulge from his pants, his loincloth barely restraining his girth. His underwear was discarded quickly after and what a girth it was. He wasn’t hard in the springs and he had already seemed long and thick, but now it was reaching over his abs, swollen and particularly large in the middle of the shaft. You swallowed hard, thinking about how deep he was going to mess you up and it only made you wetter.
He dug his hands into your hips to bring you to the edge and pressed his hands inside your thighs, opening you up to him. You were about to protest when he kneeled beside the bed, dark eyes boring into you with intensity before you felt him lick a stripe up your pussy. He didn’t go slow or gentle, it was broad and strong, willing to taste you all at once before his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. Your hands immediately tangled in his hair as your back arched from the bed, overwhelmed by the sensations he was dragging out from you.
His arms curled around your thighs and kept you open as he ate you out, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your thighs hard enough to leave marks. You panted out as he continued to lick and suck at you, small moans leaving your mouth with every exhale and heat building up in your belly. Too much, too fast, you felt the coil in your core tighten and you were so close when there was suddenly no more stimulation at all. You clenched over emptiness as the high you were chasing receded. Frustrated, you propped yourself up on one elbow to look at Kikuta, but any complaints you had died in your throat when you saw his face.
His eyes were darker than you remembered them, swirling with lust and staring up at you as he licked his lips, his nose and chin glinting with your wetness. His hair was in disarray and there was the slightest blush on his high cheekbones.
“Let me take care of you.” He smiled before approaching your core again, hot breath making goosebumps erupt on your skin.
You fell back, wiping the nascent sweat on your forehead with the back of your hand, feeling both wound up and boneless after he denied you your climax.
“I swear Kikuta…” you breathed out.
His deep voice vibrated against your sensitive core, reviving the fire in your loins with a passion.
“Mokutarou.”
“Huh ?” you rose again.
“If you want to cry out my name, it’s Mokutarou.” He said as he delved between your folds again, dragging a moan out of you.
Your whole body shook as the tension built up within you, tighter, hotter than the time before. Your thighs strained against Kikuta’s arms as you got closer to release once again.
“Mokutarou…” you whined to warn him but it was useless as he removed his mouth from you once more, peppering kisses around where you needed him most. His scruff tickled your skin as he watched you come down from your high, desire simmering in your bones as you no longer had the strength to complain about his teasing.
He rose to his feet, looming over you as he kissed his way up to your neck, his large body casting a shadow over your sweat slick skin.
Eyes half open, you felt him kiss you and tasted yourself in his mouth. In between languid kisses, you could feel his cock pressing against your abdomen, hot and leaking. He must’ve been as wound up as you, without any stimulation and yet he was still playing with you.
“What’s your game, Mokutarou ?” you mumbled as his lips danced over yours and you felt him smile.
“One more.” he answered against your mouth. He kissed up your jaw and beneath your ear, lightly biting the skin there and littering your neck with marks.
“Just one more and you’ll be ready. You can do that for me ?” he rumbled out.
He was going to be the death of you, pulling your soul out of your body one denial at a time… But his words held a promise that sounded too good to turn down. You were too far gone to back out now so you just nodded.
“Please.”
Kikuta nestled himself between your legs again, the anticipation already building up to your orgasm without him even touching you. His large fingers spread your puffy lips apart as he exposed your hole and pressed his tongue to it. The previous times, he hadn’t touched you as directly and deeply but here he was focusing entirely on it, pushing his tongue past your entrance. The stimulation was almost too much as he pulled out and entered you again, nose bumping against your clit as he kept you open for him to taste.
“Fff- hahhh…” you moaned as he tongued you, toes flexing and your breath catching in your throat. You were burning all over, sweat breaking out in places you didn’t think it was possible and your only anchor were your hands fisting the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white.
When he retreated, you groaned in frustration. You had to hold out for him, but damn if it wasn’t the sweetest torture you’d ever felt. You laid there, exhausted and yet tenser than you’d ever been, as if strings were linking every part of you to your belly, and when they’d snap you’d be nothing more than a doll, a puppet to pleasure.
Kikuta pushed you back on the bed and joined you, keeping your legs open as he fit his hips there, pressing his engorged cock to you and eliciting a jolt from you.
“You did good.” He murmured in your ear as he lined up with you.
“You did so good.” He hummed as he slowly pressed the head of his cock inside of you, and suddenly stars erupted in front of your eyes.
Despite all the preparation, despite your wetness, he was still thick. You could feel your walls strain and give in to his girth, a slight pain to accompany the pleasure of being filled and it was so good. Your hands found themselves on his broad shoulders as he inched more and more of him inside of you. You thought you were full but he continued pushing inside you until his hips were flush with yours and the pressure was unbearable. You were speared open by his cock and when he pressed the palm of his hand on your belly and you felt the bulge he made there, it was too much.
White hot pleasure wrecked through you from the point you were both joined, hands digging into him as you arched your back and clenched all around him, the orgasm more intense than any you’d ever had before. Tears pricked at your eyes as you gasped for air, completely blown away by the intensity of your climax. You hadn’t sensed it coming, the damn breaking instantly as pleasure coursed through your limbs, eyes open on blinding white and brain screaming in silent ecstasy.
You were barely recovering, limbs trembling and vision still spotty when he started moving. Dragging out against your sensitive walls and pushing back in again, burying himself deep into you, slowly. You whined for him to wait but he kissed you instead, muffling your pleas as he stoked the fire deep inside you to life again, one stroke at a time. You were a mess beneath him as he continued to push himself in and out, so deep you could almost feel him in your throat and yet you missed him the moment he pulled away. He was throbbing and burning inside of you, yet it seemed he had all the control and you had none. The tantalizing, addictive rhythm he set drove you crazy and you wanted, needed more. You felt your walls hug him closer, the coil in your gut wound tight again and you bucked your hips to accompany his movements to try and get more friction, more stimulation.
“Ready for more ?” he breathed out as he plunged into you and you frantically nodded, almost begging him to.
He pulled out and snapped his hips to yours, setting a faster, harder rhythm than before. Your hands raked down his arms, blunt nails leaving faint red marks on his skin as you grasped his forearms for support as he pounded into you. You could feel him in your belly every time, carving his place out and rearranging your insides to fit him. Every stroke sent a shiver of pleasure through you like the flow and ebb of the sea, inexorable, unavoidable. When you looked down, you could see the slight bulge he made in your abdomen as he filled you up. He was pushing you to your limits and it was the best thing you’d ever felt.
Kikuta caught you staring and lowered his gaze to where you were joined, his length glistening as he pulled out, and your juices dripping down his balls and thighs as he pushed back in. He nuzzled your neck, still drilling into you, and you heard him murmur.
“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart.”
That did it for you. You felt his hips falter as pleasure surged through you, mouth opening in a silent cry as wave after wave racked your body. He continued to thrust into you, chasing his high as you were contracting all around him, milking him dry. He stilled as he came, cock throbbing and pulsating inside of you as he painted your walls white. You felt him bite softly your shoulder, teeth only slightly digging into your flesh as if he was trying very, very hard not to hurt you. A fragile, strangled moan escaped from his throat as his own climax came crashing down on him. Every little twitch of his cock as he released inside sent pleasure aftershocks through your body as you panted in unison, basking in the afterglow of your respective orgasms. Pleasure was permeating your body and it took a moment for it to subside, any movement setting your nerves aflame and sending another jolt of electricity up your spine.
Kikuta’s muscles strained as he slowly pulled himself out of you with an obscene shlick. He rolled to his side and pulled you in, spooning you. You were sticky and sweaty and so was he with his chest pressed to your back, but you’d given up your place for nothing in the world. His hands gently rubbed your tired body, your waist, hips and belly as he whispered soft praises nuzzled into your neck.
You’d never thought a soldier could be so tender and yet here you were, two beings broken by the war trying to piece back their hearts and soul by joining and melting together.
His cuddling continued for a while longer as he pressed soft kisses along the nape of your neck, your body pressed against his as his strong arms circled your waist and for once, made you feel safe. No more chills, hair standing on end as you waited for an unknown assailant to come at your during the night. No bone-chilling cold, body halfway covered in mud while your fellow soldier died out next to you. Only a dull, pleasing ache in your core and a steady breath and steady heart at your back, human heat lulling you to sleep.
You could both wear your scars again once the sun rose, as for now it was nighttime.
author’s note
Thank you for reading this ! I hope you enjoyed it ! I want to write more but alas, i am ace and get inspiration once in a blue moon.
Ooooh i love your writting so much, especially your golden kamuy ones, I keep your blog open on my laptop to check every so often if you've posted something new!
Could I request something for a Kikuta that has a crush on the reader, who's a younger soldier? He gives me the vibe that he'd feel guilty over his feelings and his lust... I mean, wouldn't it be an abuse of power...? Would he feel coerced into accepting if Kikuta were to make a move?
(plot twist: reader notices what's going on and decides to take matters into his own hands, Sub/Bottom Kikuta x Dom/Top Reader)
kikuta mokutarou, dom male reader
i luvvv kikuta. thank you for the request... ;; calling kikuta sir ... age gap. lazy prep, hand stuff...
being taken under his wing as someone younger... kikuta growing in love with you, overseeing your training, making himself your partner... old man has got it bad. when he realizes it, finally, he just sits in the dark while drinking. lost in thought about how weird it would be... to date? to confess his feelings? it felt childish... to be together like a couple... no, that could never happen. could it? think realistically...! you're in your late teens - about to be twenty next year. scolding himself for falling so easily, so quickly for someone so handsome and good with his hands.
kikuta who thinks he's a nasty pervert for having feelings for his subordinate. this isn't right, i know it isn't. even if i were to make a move... i wouldn't want him to feel pressured to say yes just because i'm his superior. but wouldn't that feel good-?ㅡno, he quickly denies, cutting his thoughts short. denying himself of simple pleasures like greeting you good morning, just to try and rid himself of these distracting feelings that feel taboo to harbor...!
ㅡeasy to see something was wrong with him. it was cute in your eyes... he wasn't as secretive as he mightve thought. lingering touch, gentle praise, making sure you're well. you don't mind having to make the first move. you know the know-how between men - knowledgeable. sure to put all that to work when getting him - it's just all about catching him at the right time...! kikuta who thinks himself stupid for letting himself be charmed by someone so handsome, pretty... young. he should have more resistance, but he was weak. pathetic.
he could never calm the rapid onslaught of his imagination... running wild. to have you here, with him... figuring himself to be the dominant between the two of you, guiding you on top of himㅡarguing with himself... i mean, wouldn't it be an abuse of power...? an instance...
;; "ha, leaving me all alone to drink? have one more." kikuta offers, grasping the bottle and offering to pour. "no, i'm okay... i'll sit with you, kikuta, i'm not gonna leave you."ㅡ"one more. that's an order." disgust washing over him - he's clearly had one too many. looking at your expression, startled as you reach for the tiny glass...
it makes him feel guilty. he doesn't like that. "i was joking, private," kikuta clarifies swiftly, looking straight ahead. "you don't have to drink if you don't want to." wildly inappropriate, no? how dare he... last thing he'd want is to be reported for such a thing. good thing you're laidback enough to brush it off. your startled expression - it makes him cringe to remember...
;; lost in thought, cigarette after cigarette... smoke billowing from his lips. lewd thoughts... plaguing his mind with a particular fear popping into mind. if you were to ever truly have sex - doubtful, but fearing he would prematurely ejaculate because you're just so... handsome. pretty. would you laugh? ha, no, you wouldn't... you werent the type. were you? maybe you'd snicker... call him sensitive, say something about lasting longer next round...
ㅡimagining it's you clamping down on his thick cock - cumming. exhaling shakily as he pumps his strong hand up... down... tilting his head back. shivering... fuck, he's disgusting. at least he still had the thought of you... knowing it couldn't go any farther than that - but a man can dream. think. fantasize.
it was an accident. you were never supposed to know, he would take it to the grave... stubborn as hell, bitter that he so happened to feel these things for someone like you...
finally... catching him in the midst of doing something he's not supposed to be doing? it's the process of getting over you - at the window, thumbing his bulge while glaring at a picture of you cut out from the rest of the other soldiers... entering his little office quiet as a mouse, watching him for a moment. but it'd be much better to feel than to watch... mumbling about how he shouldn't feel this way despite his clear desperate ministrationsㅡ
ㅡ"oh, i figured you were a creep but to this extent?" you tsk, shaking your head, scolding? way to make him feel guiltier... you're just teasing. "shame, kikuta..." covering himself up, quiet as he sulks with a particularly sad;stoic look on his face, staring out the window - too guilty to actually look at you. words dying on his tongue... bile in his throat. why does he feel so nauseous?
"ohh... it's okay. you're so obvious... think you're a brick wall with your emotions but i see right through you. plotting on me? yuuuck..." you tease, arms loosely wrapping around his waist. enough of the excuses spewing from his lips. reassuring - hey, no, it's okayyy! just wait... pressing your hips into his, partially erect and sure he feels it. he doesn't know what to think... mind blank. "see what you've done to me? come on, kikuta. really gonna pass this opportunity up-?"
ㅡto have finally having him in your hold... incredible. submissive superior at easeㅡ"needy, huh?" now that he knows you want him? yeah. sure, whatever, blame him for being needy - just let him touch you. rutting helplessly against your thigh, thick strong arms tightening around your waist; what a man. a man who knows what he wants - hugging you impossibly close, inhaling your scent. was it embarrassing? it felt a little embarrassing, most definitely... but no time to think on that. trying to focus on the pleasure - his stupid little crush rendering him weak and dizzy like nothing else matters but humping his thigh...
ㅡ"so good... so handsome, sir." mumbling into his shoulder with a dumb smirk plastered on your lips,,, knowing just how to get to him...!
having him on his back, splayed out... stripped of his uniform, title when it comes to you here and now. doesnt matter now. you want him like he craves you. so direct... he didn't have anything to worry about after all this time - but there's still this feeling of nagging guilt... shouldn't it be the other way around? but it felt so good, letting someone else take care of him...
such a sight to see, this equanimous man falling apart at the seams... now this, is inappropriate! ㅡ"it's okay. i'll take care of you..." you'll take care of him... heart blooming with love, throwing his arm over his face, gritting his teeth. flustered. really, a sight to behold...
ㅡdisappears altogether with the graze of your warm, slick digits sliding down his thighs, hissing your name in surprise. carefully, warning him silently of whats to come. you're gonna take care of him - writhing restlessly, figuring he'd be the one doing all of this to you... but he wouldn't have it any other way. embarrassing, being caught... but fuck he shouldve been doing that sorta creepy shit way earlier if this is where it got him...
ranting under his breath - did you really want this? wasn't just because he was your superior, right? he's nervous, butterflies swarming his tummy - a feeling he hasn't felt in ages. rendered stupid... you were dangerous. it was embarrassing. being taken hold of like this by someone younger, groped with knowing hands...
"you really need to stop thinking for me... i'm a grown man, kikuta, i don't need you dictating what i want, what i need." scolding him. gently poking... reminding him to relax. you wanted to be able to see his face while ruining him...! making sure he's all stretched, ready for something thicker than your fingers - don't want him to hurt too bad... but he seems like the type to enjoy pain to a certain extent...
ㅡ"good... so good. focus on my touch, stop thinking..." mumbling, carefully plunging deeper, feeling around with three digits - rubbing your palm along his prick, not wanting the poor limp thing to feel left out... magic touch and all that... distracting with your hands all over his strong build - finally guiding your weeping cockhead to his fluttering hole, keeping him spread. taking note of every wrinkle, every hair... fitting together like two puzzle pieces, snug. squeezed passed that taut ring of muscle, feeling his walls flutter around your member,,, something of a low whine escaping his lips, eyes shooting to his face. relax, relax... adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallows, willing himself to ease. another soft cry; utterly melodious.
,, kikuta... tight. nearly hurts you with the unfamiliarity, spasming unsurely around your cock before he forces himself to relax ㅡ wanting to make a good impression. meaningful ... dizzy at your comforting, affectionate touch, stalling and keeping still inside. waiting for him to get used to the fullness before he mumbles for you to move, please -f-fuck, need to feel you... m-muh-move-
reaching to hold onto you, inhaling shakily - you're sure you're gonna get used to it. fucking him. making love to him... heart eyes, crooning on how your superior's taint feels so fucking good, how he's taking you so well, how he looks so handsome with messy hair and drool n tears dribbling down his cheek... setting the pace... groping along his malleable thighs before settling your hands on his hips, pulling him to meet your hips. plapplapplapplap...
,,, holy shit, seriously... tears in his eyes? oh... you wish you had a handheld camera to snap a picture, keep in your pocket... "feels so good... s-so go-ood..." slurring out your name, over and over. high off the feeling. sex... making love after being caught doing something nasty. dare you say i love you? no, too soon... maybe...
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